#married couple prompts

[youneedsomeprompts]

~ THEY'RE MARRIED ~ MARRIED LIFE PROMPTS

requested by: anonymous

Feel free to use and reblog!

Setting/scenario:

more non-verbal than verbal communication

being the most endearing spouse, even though they're not the 'marriage type'

needing the other's presence, even if they're each doing their own thing, but they have to be with each other

having a shorthand for everything

fussing over the other

being able to predict the other's moves

being able to predict the other's words

having the same conversation in a certain situation all the time

sharing responsibilities

teasing the other just because they can

always arguing about the same things

being a chill couple when there are others around, but getting touchy/freaky behind closed doors

feeling like they're missing a limb when they're alone

playing with their wedding band when they're thinking about the other

always considering what the other would think if they would be there Dialogue:

"I didn't sign up for this."

"Why did I know you would do that?"

"You know what I'll say."

"Who else should I annoy if not my wife/husband/spouse?!"

"Come back! I'm not ready to get up yet. So you aren't either."

"One more kiss, please!"

"Oh honey, come here!"

*staring at their sleepy partner* "How are you so adorable?" *barely able to open their eyes* "I've never looked nastier."

"You can't escape. You're bound to me for life!"

"... You were right." "Say that again!"

"Did you miss me?"

"Not that gain! I can't believe we're discussing this again!"

"Is that my shirt?"

"Don't worry, I'll be there."

"I'm home, sweetheart!"

[me-writes-prompts]

-:“I’m regretting marrying you right now…” Married couple bickering prompts:-

(This is gold. I love it. ALSO ALSO TAG MEEEEE)

By @me-writes-prompts

"That was a lie back there, you do not win every time we play uno! I do!" "Oh yeah, what about the time you got drunk and messed up your cards thinking they were mine? Tch."

Fighting over who gets to use the shower first, instead of just showering together(dumbasses)

"No, I'm cooking today. The last time you tried making chicken, you burned the whole house down." "Okay, that is way too dramatic. I only set the fire alarm on for an hour or so, I did not burn down the whole house!" "It's the same thing." "I swear-"

Bickering over who gets to choose the movie for friday movie nights

Getting extremely irritated when they keep making them try on different outfits for their anniversary

^^"Look, this is the last one I'm trying. And, it's pretty good. See?" "Hmmm...it is quite good, but I want something more good looking on you." *groans loudly* "I am going to murder you if you don't choose the next outfit."

*over the phone* "Okay, see you. Don't be late, love you." "What do you mean by 'don't be late', I am never late. You're the one, in fact, who always has to get ready at the last minute." "Oh yeah? What about when we went to [name]'s birthday party? We were 10 minutes late! 10 minutes! They had already cut the ca-" *the other one hangs up*(lmaoooo)

*while teaching them how to sew* "Be careful not to hurt yourself, the needle's sharp." "I know, gosh, stop being such a mom." "I-"

Arguing over their chore list(buying the groceries, cleaning the bathroom/bedroom, taking out trash, etc)

^^"Huh? You forgot to take the trash out because you were too busy playing your video game? I cannot believe you." "I...well, why didn't you do it? I mean, you were free anyways." "Nah-uh, it's on your chore list, I'm not going to do your duties."

[fluffyblueblanket123]

I love these prompts!

medic x always getting sick married couple au

feel free to use btw love u guys if ur reading this i’m so grateful for the support (i’m putting this here bc no one reads my regular posts) anyways i’m so grateful take care and plz enjoy my prompts :)

one character calling the other like “… babe.” and they’re like “if you’re sick….. i swear—“

character a doing their best to hide their coughs and sneezes/make them as quiet as possible but character b takes one look at them and says “you’re sick😐.”

“taking care of you is a full time job for me.” “…… i love u.” “love you, too.”

OKOK LISTEN… the medic is the one who doesn’t really show emotion and the sick one is a bubbly one who never shuts up but the medic doesn’t play when it comes to them

^ “where were you???? i’ve been looking for you everywhere!” and the other one is like covered in sticks and mud just like “hehe i fell down a hill” and the medic is plotting how to murder a hill

“i’m glad i married a medic.”

“i cant believe you pretended to be sick so i would come home early.”

then a response of “i can’t believe it worked.”

the medic is at work and their colleague just gives them this look and they just KNOW their spouse is in the lobby with a broken arm or something

the medic character bundling the other up with a million layers before they even step foot outside

and the other one is just like “babe it’s 24 degrees”

someone telling them “you need to go to the hospital” and they’re like “no, i need to see my spouse”

character b walks in, takes one look at the uneaten medicine and turns off the tv. character a is like “do you MIND??” and b is like “do YOU mind taking medicine?”

“i think i have a fever.” and a sigh like “i’ll get the meds.”

“i’m glad you’re a super handsome pretty beautiful amazing doctor. what would i do when i get sick if i didn’t have you?” “you’d be rubbing ointment on your forehead thinking it would lower your fever, probably.” “…. low but true.”

[mischievous-thunder]

Wade, during a stakeout: Do you remember when we were kids we used to be jealous of adults going on fun holidays?

Logan, from behind Wade in a small cupboard: Yeah. Now we're jealous of kids going on fun holidays while we're busy adulting and not even doing it right.

[stasyalovem]

1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7

some funny and romantic payneland text posts inspired by @creativepromptsforwriting amazing prompts

[yukswl0v3]

[jolieblack]

Something finally came to me! (I usually can’t write to prompts to save my life.)

May Prompts 2024 by @calaisreno

May 24th: Imperfect

We've always done things the wrong way round.

We moved in together at a time when we knew no more than four or five facts about each other. Significant facts, granted, such as John being a war veteran and me having no patience with idiots, but neither of us could have claimed to have had anything even close to the full picture at the time. I sometimes wonder what would have happened if either of us had. Only on my really bad days, though.

I don’t have all that many of those any more, luckily. And when I do, I have plenty of good memories to help me pull myself up again. Take the ones of how we confessed our love to each other to a beautifully decorated room full of people in festive dress and in even more festive spirit, to much applause and cheering and well-wishing. Yes, you heard that plural right. Those are two separate memories, years apart and in two different places. I got to go first, and it wasn’t even me who was getting married at the time. That’s another thing that most couples would do differently. Coordinate it a bit better, at least.

The second time around, as a lot of you will remember well, it was John's turn to talk, and I‘d been told in no uncertain terms to keep my mouth shut and say nothing, not even to correct his grammar, till he was done. I can now attest that it is true that the groom never gets to have a say in anything at his own wedding. Someone got his late revenge there. And believe me, that doesn’t depend on whether it’s one groom or two. Yes, and I know there are still people out there even in this day and age who feel that it’s not normal to have two grooms at all. They can all go away and never show their ugly faces again where I can see them, or smell the foul breath of the bigoted filth they’re spouting. That’s not the wrong way around, that couldn’t be more right for both of us.

But we did other things the wrong way around, too. In most romantic stories, killing someone to save the person you love is usually the culmination of long mutual trust and dedication. It‘s supposed to be the crowning glory, the final sealing of a bond that has long been in the making. It’s not supposed to be the starting point. And John is usually the more patient of the two of us, but when it came to this, he could barely contain himself for 36 hours after our very first meeting before he did it. Ever heard of timing and pacing, Doctor, I hear you people wonder? And he’s supposed to be the one with the talent for good storytelling. The timing was good, though. The timing was excellent. There’s another 'what if' for you that is no fun to contemplate at all.

There is killing out of love, and - I have to say it, I can’t not, I‘d be lying by omission if I didn't - there's also dying out of love. I doubt, however, that there’s anyone out there who has ever put a more elaborate effort into pretending to die out of love than I have. As far as I‘m aware, that’s not really a romantic convention, either, and I sincerely hope I haven’t started a trend. I honestly can’t recommend it. Effort is well and good, and I dare say the execution in my case was flawless, but I can’t deny there was a certain lack of forethought as to the emotional impact on both parties concerned. Don‘t try this at home, folks.

People also usually date first, then start cohabiting, then get married, then raise children together. Please don’t ask me to define at what time in our lives exactly John and I were dating and when we weren’t yet. To this day we have never been able to agree on a definition for this mysterious activity that emphatically, according to John, for whatever reason, does not encompass two people who like each other going out together and having fun. But it is an undisputed fact that we had been raising a child together for a good while before we got married. And we have been going out together and having fun for years uncounted now. Crime scenes never fail to work that particular magic on us. Oh wait, no, that was another example I had on my list for what most other couples do differently. Hang on, do I see a certain Chief Inspector of Scotland Yard raise his hand in objection? Raising both hands, actually, showing us… what, seven fingers? Is that the number of couples working for the Metropolitan Police that you know personally who have met at crime scenes? Or are you reminding us of the number of times John and I were actually kicked off a crime scene because we were enjoying ourselves entirely too much, and were told not to come back till we could behave like adults? I could have sworn those were more than seven occasions, but I‘ll take your word for it.

Talking of raising a child together, I‘m sure Rosie will say a word or three about that herself later, but I have never understood why most of you had doubts about the practicability of that particular endeavour. Let me just tell you that a baby carrier is entirely compatible with a cashmere scarf, or didn’t you know cashmere can absorb up to a third of its own dry weight in liquid? And it got only easier from there when Rosie grew older and stopped affectionately drooling on whoever enjoyed the happy privilege of holding her and carrying her around. She hasn’t demanded being carried around in a good while now, and I don’t know what our poor old backs would say to that these days. But we were talking about happy memories, weren’t we, so there’s another. And at least in the metaphorical sense, I hope you know, Rosie, that you’ll be held and carried for as long as you want and need, as long as we both live. You were my daughter even before I was your father’s husband, and that has been one of the greatest honours bestowed on me in my life.

Because this is who we are, isn’t it, our crazy little family, where nothing is as you’d expect it to be. But we still wouldn’t have it any other way, topsy-turvy, weird, flawed and utterly imperfect, but also utterly us, unique, one of a kind. I don’t know if it was fate that threw us together, or if it really was just a whim on the part of the comfortable, corpulent, bespectacled gentleman sitting at this table over here, smirking with his trademark benevolence. But there’s a debt of gratitude to be paid there, and today is a good day to do it. In this at least, we’re doing the conventional thing, but who’s to say we’re not allowed to do that at least once in a quarter-century.

So, ladies and gentlemen, dear friends and family from far and wide, I give you: John Watson, the man of my life, the man at my side for over thirty years, and for exactly twenty-five years in the legal sense on this very day. Please raise your glasses with us to the next twenty-five. And for God’s sake stop snivelling like that, Mycroft. You’re embarrassing the whole room.

[yyawnjun]

Hii just read the 1 joshua prompt and rly wanted to request. Prompt no 5 of the household items with Joshua plss. Thankyou ❤️

hii beautiful!! super sorry for my lateness - hope you enjoy!! <3

Oh god, the house shopping hangout would feel like a whole date. I feel that the two of you would first list everything you needed, and then walk into the store full of energy.

Joshua holding your hand so you "don't get lost" in that giant place, and judging each piece of furniture together while choosing the best one for your home. Hear me out but I think he has the BEST taste ever. maybe a minimalist style, not too many colors and simple shapes.

oh I also think that during the the whole "date" in the store you two would appear like a married couple.

If you were shopping for your house it would suddenly become your and Joshua's home. "I think this couch is comfortable and large enough, it would be nice for me and you." or "I think you should get this bowl, mine for breakfast if it's broken". all advice that seems more for him than for you...

however, this boy would go crazy if you were buying items for when you two lived together; his eyes would be sparkling all day, and your hand would not leave his. maybe he might pay more attention to your tastes if it were for your home, but I'm confident that you two would eventually reach a compromise and accept what you both want.

and how much he'd love the evenings spent on the couch together, commenting on your purchasesndsakm

prompts ; event m.list

[nixylubouv]

Comedic married couple 😈

🌺 Snippet Request 🌺

Hi Anon. *peeks out from behind a pillar* I know you sent this request a super duper long time ago. Whoops. Hey I finally got around to it! Thank you for the request! Hope you like it.

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“Sweety pie, could you pass me the hot sauce?” Sidekick asked Henchman as a person came crashing down across the long restaurant table and slid to a stop in front of them. 

“Of course, honey bunny.” Henchman reached over Villain’s body and picked up the bottle of Cholula hot sauce. Sidekick and Henchman sat together near the far end, chairs subtly pushed closer towards each other. Someone screamed in the distance as Villain somersaulted off the edge of the table. Pleasant sunlight streamed through one of the broken floor length window panels Hero had just shot Villain through. 

“No not that one, the Tabasco please.” Sidekick informed Villain over the noise of the breakfast dinner. It had erupted into chaos as parents scrambled to get up and grab their children. 

Henchman’s eyebrow raised in question “Really? I thought you liked Cholula better?” 

“Oh I do, I just thought I would try something new for a change. It’s important to keep things exciting.” Sidekick sighed. 

Henchman nodded in solemn understanding, “As always, you are incredibly right my darling. It does get rather boring around here.” They handed Sidekick the correct bottle. The entire party had deserted the table by now, and the restaurant was empty of people save the Villain and Hero brawling in the background. 

Sidekick drizzled a generous amount of hot sauce over their pancakes. They cut into the stack and offered Henchman a bite. Henchman’s eyes scrunched in fond registration as they accepted. 

Sidekick smiled and took their own bite, turning towards the spectacle. “Maybe we should set the kiddos up on a date,” They mused just as Villain picked up a centerpiece of lovely blue flowers and smashed the vase over the Hero’s head.  

“Hm. Mm hmm.” Henchman agreed around a mouthful of bizarrely spicy pancake. They didn’t bother to look up, already familiar with the routine. 

“Oooh! We could be godparents to their future kids. That would be so cute.” Sidekick daydreaming, already lost in some imagined scene. 

Villain had dropped on their knees next to the unconscious Hero, whose head was drenched from the vase. Villain gingerly removed a stray blossom from their eye. “Hey,” they poked Hero’s cheek. “Hey, you alive?” 

Hero swatted their hand away, mumbling “Wha…What happened?” 

“I got you flowers!” Villain informed them cheerily. They gathered up the stem from among the shards of glass and presented the Hero with the wilted blooms. Henchman nodded in approval from their seat. 

Hero eyed the hasty makeshift bouquet dubiously as they shifted to a sitting position on their elbows, “You did?” 

“And they invited you to brunch!” Sidekick chimed in. Villain and Hero both turned to look at the duo sitting at the table. 

“Sidekick?” Hero asked at the same time Villain squeaked, “Hechman?” 

“Come, sit. Sit.” Sidekick beckoned them over. “Have brunch with us! It's a lovely afternoon.”

[edenfire]

🌸💗 Haru Week - Day 4 - Past 💗🌸

childhood makoharu always makes me think about them having lil pretend weddings🥺💞🌸

would rin demand to officiate? or would nagisa fight him for it? XD maybe nagisa would be the ring bearer/flower girl lol

[improbable-outset]

★ 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘮𝘶𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 : 𝘔𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘴/𝘏𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘺𝘮𝘰𝘰𝘯 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘵𝘴

My favourite trope 😌 As usual, minors DNI 🔞🔞

˃ ❝I should’ve fuck you at the altar to let everyone know you’re mine now.❞ / ❝Sweetheart, I think the wedding bands kind of give that away.❞

˃ ❝God, where did you learn how to do that?!❞

˃ ❝We’ve been doing this for [x] hours, how are you not tired?❞

˃ ❝Oh God!❞ / ❝No divinity here, just your husband’s dick inside of you.❞

˃ ❝My favourite sounds are you laughs and moans❞

˃ ❝After all that you’re still shy, honey?❞

˃ ❝You weren’t so quiet last night when you cried out my name.❞

˃ ❝I’m so happy that I’ve married you.❞

˃ ❝We’ve been married for how long… and you’re only just telling me you could do that now?❞

˃ ❝We’ve been married for [x] years and yet you still amaze me.❞

˃ ❝Come on, one more fuck before we get out of bed?❞

˃ ❝I’ve filled you up countless times before, why have you gone so shy on me now?❞

˃ ❝God, you’re so hot.❞

[eyesoresoup12]

17 Romantic Grillby headcanons because i love him ♡

1. Grillby is a reserved and private person, but when he falls in love, he becomes very passionate and expressive about his feelings.

2. He is attracted to people who are confident, kind-hearted, and have a good sense of humor.

3. Grillby expresses his affection through small but meaningful gestures, like giving his partner a special drink or offering to help with tasks.

4. He enjoys spending time with his partner in quiet, cozy settings, like reading by the fireplace or enjoying a meal together.

5. As a fire-based monster, Grillby is very warm and loves to give hugs and cuddles to his loved ones.

6. He is very loyal and protective of his partner, and will do anything to keep them safe.

7. Despite his fiery nature, Grillby can be surprisingly sensitive and emotional in matters of the heart.

8. He is not experienced in human relationships, but he is willing to learn and adapt to make his partner happy.

9. Grillby values communication and honesty in a relationship, and is always willing to listen and understand his partner's needs.

10. He may struggle with expressing his emotions in words, but he shows his love through actions and gestures.

11. Grillby is fiercely protective of his loved ones, and will do anything to keep them safe. He may come across as aloof or reserved, but he takes his responsibilities as a protector very seriously.

12. He has a strong sense of honor and justice, and will always stand up for what is right. He is not afraid to confront danger head-on if it means defending the ones he loves.

13. Grillby is always watching out for his partner's well-being, even if they don't realize it. He will discreetly take note of any potential threats or dangers and make sure to steer his partner away from harm's way.

14. When it comes to physical protection, Grillby is not to be underestimated. He may not have a physical body, but he can use his flames to create a powerful shield around himself and his loved ones.

15. Despite his protective nature, Grillby is not overbearing or possessive. He respects his partner's independence and trusts that they can take care of themselves, but is always ready to step in if they need him.

16. When his partner is feeling anxious or afraid, Grillby will provide a calming presence. His warm flames can create a soothing atmosphere, and he will use his quiet strength to help his partner feel safe and secure and give lots of affection.

17. Grillby's protective instincts extend to all areas of his partner's life. He will do his best to support them emotionally, mentally, and physically, and will go to great lengths to help them achieve their goals and dreams.

[evenceflux18]

Wybie: Sergei, baby gimme kiss *makes kissing noises*

1 yr old Sergei: *plays on his mom's embrace*

Coraline: *kisses Sergei while tickling him back*

Wybie: Sergei, I helped your mom to have you-

Wybie: Sergei-

Wybie: Sergei I made you too-

Wybie: Sergei, it would be impossible if your mom made you by herself, so please notice me.

Sergei: *his attention span stays focuses with him mom*

Wybie: *sulks in the corner*

Coraline: *laughs helplessly*

[noa-de-cajou]

Day 8 : Sharing / Wearing each other’s clothes / Sleeping in / Temptation / The Drowning

Faloi belongs to @corneille-but-not-the-author (might be a tiny little ooc but I had too much fun with the dialogue)

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If you asked Faloi Frosilaen, he would say sharing a bed with Ether Nepheli is certainly an experience.

If you asked Ether Nepheli, she would not be this polite and say sharing a bed with that idiot can be a fucking challenge, and not in terms of fucking.

The annoying part came in when they started to sleep together randomly. Ether would fall asleep in his bed while reading and wake up in his arms, Faloi would collapse at 10 and wake up at 3am to her curled up next to him. No other activities involved. They talked, said they shouldn’t make a habit out of it, and proceeded to make a habit out of it. Like they always did.

That soon made some… issues more visible. And Ether and Faloi being Ether and Faloi, they'd talk about it in the most random of moments in the most random of ways.

“Ether, you should sleep in more clothes than just your underwear."

“... Huh?”

They were both sitting in his office, reviewing papers, and he just blurted that out. Ether blinked, then smirked.

“Why? Don’t like the view?”

“You know that's not what I mean.”

“Yeah. The thing is, I have no fucking idea where you're going with this. Care to elaborate?”

“Well, aren’t you cold at night?”

“Not… particularly?”

“Then why do you keep stealing all the covers?”

Silence. Ether blinked again, slowly. She could have argued that this wasn't the time to talk about this. But of course, she didn't.

“... Faloi. Your bed is huge. You’d need truly amazing hogging skills to steal all the covers.”

“You never cease to amaze me, then.”

“I- Why does it matter? You sleep fully clothed most of the time!”

“Just because I'm not cold does not mean I do not get sick.”

“Bullshit. I never saw you get sick, even in the middle of winter. What, are you too old, do your joints get fucked up by the cold?”

That earned her a sideways glance, maybe an irritated twitch of the eyebrow, but Faloi’s face remained almost as calm as usual. He didn’t reply, so Ether kept going.

“That’s very like you, hiring a thief then getting all petty because she’s stealing the sheets.”

“I am not being petty, I am merely stating facts.”

“Yeah, well you should be more worried about the fact that one of your Commissaries is stealing from the treasury. Because that's what we were talking about before you decided to bring up bed matters, remember?”

That was enough to make them both focus on work, until Faloi had to leave for a meeting. It lasted way longer than it should have, and the sky was already dark when he came back to his quarters. Where he was welcomed by Ether, sprawled out on the bed, reading, and wearing…

Faloi squinted.

“Ether? Is that my shirt?”

“Good evening to you too, Faloi. And I don’t know what you're talking about. You have glasses, use them.”

“Judging by your approximative obfuscation and blatant sarcasm, that is most definitely my shirt.”

“Look at you, answering your own question. I’m so proud of you.”

Faloi sighed and took off his coat. Too tired to be annoyed, and very aware that this is what happens when you let someone like Ether into your bedroom.

“Very funny. I don't really mind, either way, but what is this for?”

Ether shrugged, and closed her book with a satisfied thump.

“Well you did say that I should wear more clothes at night. So I picked up the first item I found on the floor.”

Right. They didn't tidy up the room after last night. Again, he should have expected this. 

“Who’s petty now?”

“I’m not petty, I'm just following your advice.”

She smirked at him as she took the pins out of her hair to let it down. Pins she probably stole from his bathroom as well.

“If you don't like it, you’re free to get it off me.”

Turns out he didn’t need to get it off her. At all.

Let's just say the both of them slept well that night… For a few hours, at least.

Around four in the morning, Faloi sat up, and he barely had the time to put his shirt on before a hand grabbed him by the sleeve.

It was usual for him to wake up around four in the morning, get dressed and start working.

It was a bit less common that Ether woke up exactly at the same time. 

He glanced back at her. She looked half-asleep still, but he did notice an unusually fast heart rate. A nightmare, maybe. 

“Faloi, it's way too early,” she mumbled.

“I need to get to work,” was his only reply.

“You got most of it done yesterday, I know it…”

“I still have unfinished business. Go back to sleep.”

“I’ll go back to sleep if you come back to bed.”

“Do you think blackmailing me into sleep will work?”

“Do you think I'm going to let you go to a meeting on two hours of sleep?”

Faloi squinted at Ether.

Ether squinted at Faloi.

Are we arguing? Is this an argument?

“Ether, if you try to get me to stay every day, you’re going to ruin your sleep schedule.”

“I’m sleeping in your bed, it's basically our sleep schedule at this point…”

She was interrupted by her own yawn and Faloi sighed deeply.

“You’re exhausted. You should really go back to sleep.”

“That's rich coming from the President of Exhaustion himself.”

He gave her a stern look.

“You’re not going to let go, are you?”

Ether gave the look right back.

“Well, I can't make you stay. But I think if you really wanted to go work, you’d have left already. I’m not that strong.”

“... Or maybe I just have enough delicacy to talk this out with you instead of pushing you away.”

“Well, if you’d have the delicacy to come back to bed, I’d be delighted,” Ether replied with enough sarcasm to fill a lake. “Weren’t you the one worried about me being cold?”

His exhaustion was plastered all over his face. He wasn’t even fed up with her. He rarely was.

Ether had to repress a small triumphant smile. He was tempted to just give in, she could see it, because he was not good at hiding it.

This isn’t an argument.

This is a game, and I'm winning.

But he wasn’t fully convinced just yet. Always that sense of duty, something she both loved and hated about him because of how often it was driven by guilt instead of actual duty. If she wanted him to actually rest, she might have to ease his worries first.

“Okay, how about this. Two more hours. Two more hours and at six I'll wake up with you to help with your work so you won’t be late on anything. How does that sound?”

Faloi lowered his gaze, something he always did when he was debating with himself. She waited patiently for him to finish, tried to not tighten her grip around his sleeve.

I can't make you stay. I can't make you take care of yourself. I can't make you do anything. But if it's true that I'm one of the few people you listen to, then please stay.

“That… seems like a fair compromise,” Faloi finally sighed. “I have a condition, however.”

Score.

“Do tell?”

He gave her a tired smile. Well, it was more of a little rise in the corner of his lips.

“Leave me some of the covers?”

She blinked, and chuckled with something like relief.

“Sure. I'll do my best.”

He slithered back into the bed, looking a bit hesitant still. Ether smiled silently at him. 

She knew that this was a rare occurence. She just wished she didn’t have to fight for Faloi to realize he couldn't go on like this for long.

Maybe he knew that.

Their hands were not even an inch apart when they fell back asleep.

If you asked Faloi Frosilaen what they were, he wouldn’t be able to answer. Colleagues? Friends? Lovers? None of those words seemed good enough then, they don't seem any better now.

If you asked Ether Nepheli what they were, she’d say she loved him. That she still does. That it was suffocating then. That it still is now. That they were both nothing and everything.

But the fact remains that as he was dying, that when she thought she would die, they thought about each other.

If you asked them both if they regretted it, their answer would be the same.

No. Never.

[kitkatt0430]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: The Flash (TV 2014) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Eddie Thawne/Iris West, Barry Allen/Eddie Thawne, Barry Allen/Iris West, Barry Allen/Eddie Thawne/Iris West Characters: Eddie Thawne, Barry Allen, Iris West, Joe West Additional Tags: Alternate Universe, Arguably a canon divergent fic, Established Iris/Eddie, Married Iris/Eddie, Pre-Relationship, pre-polyamory, Pre-Barry/Iris/Eddie, Barry moved away after his parents died, Jay Allen (Jay Garrick really) is Barry's uncle, he gets a mention anyway, Joe is very much not aware that Eddie and Iris are contemplating polyamory, Joe doing his usual 'make decisions for my children' thing, and Iris verbally smacking him (lightly) for it Series: Part 2 of DC Make it Poly Bingo 2024 Summary:

Eddie's got a crush on the new in house CSI at the CCPD. Which shouldn't be a problem with his wife if he can introduce them because a.) he and Iris have been discussing the possibility of polyamory already anyway and b.) Barry Allen is so cute that of course Iris will get a crush on him too, right?

Turns out Iris already knows Barry, which... really just makes everything easier.

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@dcmakeitpoly​ here’s another fic for the bingo, this time for the “ A very married couple have a mutual crush” prompt :D

[filthy-mudeoki]

Little Star

Another wish, another dream made upon the stars. Who knew little whispers of the heart could be so powerful. It’s promises made and wishes granted with a future brighter than either could have imagined. 

Tagging: @kairadiamond

These stories are now part of a series on AO3 called Slowly, then all at once

It's a been a while since the last fic! Of all the prompts I get, this one is the most requested. I hope in some way I have done it justice.

Thank you all for the wonderful response these stories have gotten.

Jiaxu is late again. It has been another late night at the office and he knows that Sang Zhi will understand. But he misses the routine of their nights together. This past week, he has come home to an unusually quiet house. Despite the lateness of his arrival, she is always waiting for him, more often than not dozing softly on the couch, but it makes him ache for the normality of their lives to return. Worse still, he knows Sang Zhi has not been feeling well, but she has made no fuss about this, not wanting to worry him. He feels terrible and promises that tonight will be the last late night for the foreseeable future. 

He has the phone to his ear, as he leaves the office. She answers on the second ring. 

“Wèi.” 

He pauses. She doesn’t sound like her normal self. Tired, he notes and again the guilt rises. He’s all the more eager to get home now. 

“Sang Zhi, what’s wrong?” 

“Ah… nothing!” She tries to dissuade him but he knows her too well. 

“Zhizhi…” he sighs, knowing she will not want to burden him. But he can’t have it be like this. “I’ll be home soon. I promise. We just had to fix the error. It took longer than we initially realised. I promise, no more late nights. I know you haven’t been feeling well lately. You keep saying it’s nothing but I don’t believe you. I know you don’t want to worry me but I am your husband. I’m allowed to worry and  -”

“Jiaxu,” she chuckles softly and it gives him enough respite to stop his rambling. “I’m not angry. It’s okay.” She sounds hesitant but Jiaxu doesn’t interrupt. “There’s just … are you really leaving the office now?” 

“Yes. I’ll be home soon.” 

“Hmm. Okay.” He can almost picture her fiddling on the other end of the line. 

“Are you okay?” He’s hesitant to ask but he has to know. 

She’s silent for a moment and that scares him slightly. “Yes.” Her voice is a little stronger than before. He knows she’s not lying. “I’ll be waiting.” 

“Okay.” 

He can barely get the words out fast enough before she cuts the call. He doesn’t waste another moment and gets into his car. It’s a bit of a blur but he manages to get himself home in good time. His mind goes into overdrive thinking over what could have made his usually so confident Zhizhi sound so unsure of herself. 

He toes his shoes off the moment he arrives home. It takes him a moment longer to notice the change in the apartment. Sure enough, it’s still quiet but there is a new, softer ambience to the room, now that it’s decorated in delicate fairy lights and candles. Jiaxu smiles immediately trying to find Sang Zhi. He doesn’t see her. But he does notice the set up on the table and makes out what he thinks is a cake too. His mind races once more to try and figure out if he’s missed an anniversary of some kind. He knows he hasn’t missed their official anniversary. It’s impossible to miss that one as it shares a date with his birthday, which is more than two weeks away. Their wedding anniversary is not for another few months. The set up makes it feel like it’s a celebration of some kind. He’s just not sure what it is yet. Nevertheless, the scene settles some of his immediate panic and he allows himself a moment to catch his breath. 

Is this what caused Sang Zhi to sound so anxious over the phone? She’s always so good at planning little surprises like this, that Jiaxu has to wonder what is so special about this one that she should be so nervous. 

Dropping his bag, Jiaxu takes a step further into the apartment, closer to the table. He can’t deny it’s prettily decorated and his heart leaps as he takes in the effort his Zhizhi has put in for him. Despite the fact that he feels like he has been neglectful lately, she has gone the extra mile to make him feel loved. Though he has to wonder what she’s got up her sleeve. Because there on the table, is his (or rather her) orange plushie fox and the white bear he had once given her. It’s the sight of another familiar object that causes his gait to slow even more. 

The jar sits temptingly between the two plushies. He picks it up, inspecting it closely. He sees the few little stars they have added together, over the years. He notices there are two new stars in the jar. Jiaxu has yet to see Sang Zhi but he plays along, knowing she has done this purely for his sake. 

Opening the jar, he tips it until the two new stars land in his hand. It’s distinctly different from the others. One bright pink and the other a deep blue, that helps it stand out against the soft pastels of the other stars in the jar. They’re slightly larger in size too and Jiaxu wonders what secrets Sang Zhi has written on these this time. Oddly enough, these stars have the numbers one and two respectively on them, indicating the order in which they should be opened. 

Before he attempts to unfold the star, he looks around the apartment one more time, hoping to catch sight of her. But he doesn’t. Still, he doesn’t stop smiling as he adjusts his glasses, unfolds the blue star with the number one on it. Jiaxu brings it closer to read. He knows her hand writing to know this little star is one of her wishes. Nevertheless, it takes a moment for the words to sink in. 

‘For Duan Jiaxu to have a family of his own.’ 

Jiaxu stares at it for a moment, trying to decipher the meaning behind it. He brings the paper up closer for inspection and as he does so, a memory runs through his mind. It’s fuzzy and he’s not entirely sure if there is really a link between the star in his hand and that one moment. He turns the paper over in his hand as he thinks it over. Certainly, he has no complaints about the family he finds himself surrounded by. It’s more than he could have asked for. 

He wants to find Sang Zhi and ask her what she means by this little star. He almost puts down the star to go find her when he remembers the second one in his hand. His curiosity and eagerness win over as he turns to the second star. Jiaxu unfolds the pink star and he sucks in a surprised breath as he reads it. 

“Pópo, I am making good on my promise to you. I’m going to give Jiaxu the family he deserves.” 

It takes even longer for those words to sink in. Especially, now that the memory becomes clearer. He remembers, Sang Zhi saying these very words as they had knelt before his mother’s grave all those years ago in Yihe. Surely, he has this now. Sang Zhi and Sang Yan are undoubtedly his family. But so are her parents and the small smattering of friends they’ve managed to keep here in Nanwu.

This little wish was written from Sang Zhi to his mother and he can’t ignore what this could possibly mean. The new implications of her words echo in his mind and heart. Suddenly, the paper in his hand feels impossibly fragile. He’s vaguely aware that perhaps his hands are shaking. But he does not want to think on it too heavily, does not want to jump to the wrong conclusion. 

He needs to find his wife. He needs to know for certain what these little stars mean. 

When he looks up, Sang Zhi is standing in front of him. So lost in his thoughts, he has not heard her come in.  She looks so lovingly at him and he wants to reach out and hold her close. But first he needs answers.  Still, he does not ask, some part of him afraid that it is not what he thinks it is. What he now so desperately wants it to be. 

“Sang Zhi…?” 

She smiles at him and that gives him more hope than he could have imagined. But she doesn’t say anything. All Jiaxu can do is watch as she steps closer, taking his hand in hers. Turning it over, she places on more star in his hand. This star, red in colour makes his hand tremble once more. 

Carefully he unfolds it, releasing a shaky breath as the words written there finally register for him. He’s got tears in his eyes already as he reads it over and over again. 

‘Jiaxu + Sang Zhi = bàba & māma’

“Zhizhi …” 

There is a question to his voice because he cannot find the words beyond her name. Still, she understands and nods, her lips pressed tightly together as she tries to hold back her own tears. 

“You really are…?” he trails off looking at her with a new intensity. 

“Yes.” 

There is a teary chuckle that escapes her and she smiles, unable to hold back her joy any longer. She’s beyond overjoyed and has been planning the best way to share this news with Jiaxu since she found out. She chose tonight, simply because she could no longer keep the news to herself.

“I am … and you … we really…” he struggles to find the words, but his smile is bigger and brighter than she has ever seen it. 

She laughs again, nodding and Jiaxu immediately regains enough sense to pull her close. She wraps her arms around him as he buries his head into the crook of her neck. She can feel the evidence of his tears against her skin and it makes her hug him closer. 

Jiaxu holds tightly to his wife, his one hand still clutches the stars tightly, unable to let go of either. They stay like that for a while, the magnificence of the news taking its time to settle in his heart. 

When he pulls back, he sees that Sang Zhi has been crying too. He wipes her tears away. His words are still stuck in his throat. Sang Zhi leans into his touch and Jiaxu crouches a little to press a kiss to her forehead. Her hands fall to grasp his shirt loosely in her hands. 

“I still can’t believe this,” he finally whispers. 

“Me too,” she chuckles. 

“Are … are you happy with this?” 

She looks at his with a slightly furrowed brow. “Of course. Why wouldn’t I be?” 

“You’re at a great place in your career now. A baby will be a lot more for us both… I just …” 

“Jiaxu,” she says putting him out of his misery, “There is nothing more I want. I promise. You’re happy too, right?” 

“Unbelievably,” he says beaming down at her. 

He gently takes her face in his hands and she laughs. Jiaxu leans down and silences her laughter with a soft barely- there kiss. Then another and then at long last as his lips hover over hers, he looks down at her with nothing but pure love in his eyes. It’s enough to stop her heart. He kisses her, and every little piece of happiness that he feels, she feels too. 

When she pulls back, they’re both nearly breathless, not just from the kiss but all the emotions that pass between them. 

Jiaxu wraps an arm around Sang Zhi as he shifts the pieces of paper from one hand to the other. He’s still smiling as he holds them out in the small space between them. 

“I never knew these stars could carry such wonderful wishes.” He reads it again this time aloud, in something of an awed whisper. “Bàba & māma.” 

His fingers trace over the words and Sang Zhi notices he’s as awed by the notion as she is. It’s been a few days since she found out, but it still feels like an unbelievable dream.  

“Bàba & māma,” she repeats softly. 

He holds the pieces of paper out to her. “Will you fold it for me again?” 

She nods and takes the first one, folding it this way and that. He watches but doesn’t say a word until she’s almost done with the third star. 

“I’m going to keep these extra safe,” he tells her.  He looks at the now neatly folded stars in his hand and shakes his head a little disbelievingly. “These little stars … Zhizhi I can’t tell you what this means to me.” 

“I know.” 

And she does. More than anybody else, she does understand what this means to him. She knows that Jiaxu is going to be the best father to their baby. It’s why she’s not as scared as she thought she would be. Knowing she would be sharing this journey with him eased a lot of her own worries and fears. But she is also aware that Jiaxu has fears of his own. 

“You’re going to be the best bàba, Duan Jiaxu,” she tells him. Sang Zhi doesn’t leave room for argument as she cups his cheek. He does not look up from the stars in his hand, but she knows he’s got tears in his eyes again. “You really are.” 

He lets out a shaky little breath and slowly nods, before looking up at her. His brow furrows a little as he leaners in closer. “You’re doing it again,” he playfully accuses. 

“Doing what?” she frowns slightly. 

“Making all my dreams come true.” 

Sang Zhi blushes and smiles so broadly Jiaxu can only think how lovely she looks before kissing her once more. 

Jiaxu runs a hand down her back as they pull back. He gives the stars in his hand one last look before deciding they need to be kept away for safe keeping. Lucky enough the jar is not far out of reach and he opens it up again. They both watch as he gently tips the stars back into the jar. They fall in and settle with the rest. He closes the jar and holds it up for them both to see. The two new stars still stand out and he loves that the most. 

Sang Zhi laughs and he glances down at her with a raised brow. She’s got a playful twinkle in her eyes. “I was just wondering; do you know any lullabies?” 

“Ah… I guess I’ll have to learn a few,” he admits. Truthfully, he does not know much and he’s not entirely sure about his singing voice. He tells her as much. 

“I don’t think our baby will care how terrible your singing is, so long as it’s you.” 

His heart nearly leaps from his chest when he hears her words. Our baby. 

“Wait… I never said it was terrible.” 

Sang Zhi does her best to hide her smile. “Oh? Well, I thought…” 

“I was only saying it might not be the greatest. Terrible is Sang Yan,” he teases. She laughs, and he hugs her closer. 

Sang Zhi leans into his embrace and Jiaxu shifts them, taking a seat at the table. Sang Zhi ends up sitting in his lap, her back pressed to his front, the jar of stars now in her hand. 

They’re both looking at it, knowing everything will be different now. “We’ll have to tell them.” 

Jiaxu nods. “Hhm, whenever you’re ready to.” 

“Maybe … after we see the doctor,” she says thinking it over. 

There is so much to do before they are ready to tell their family. She wants this to be just for them for a little while longer. She knows this baby will be undeniably spoilt and she can’t wait for that. But she also wants it to be just the three of them for a little while longer. 

Jiaxu rests his chin on her shoulder as his hand wraps around hers and the jar she is still holding. He’s quiet for a long while and she wonders where his thoughts have taken him. 

“Zhizhi?” 

“Hhm?” 

“Xièxiè,” he whispers. 

Sang Zhi smiles shyly. “For this?” 

His hands leave the jar and come to rest over her stomach. It’s a gentle touch but it thrills her all the same. 

“Not just for this. For everything.” His voice is not as steady as he would like it but Jiaxu knows she will understand the weight of his words. Her fingers reach out to intertwine with his over her stomach. “And I’m sorry.” 

“For what?” He doesn’t have to see her face to know she’s furrowing her brow in that adorable way she does when she gets confused or flustered. 

“I’ve been neglecting you. All these late nights.” He says and can sense she is ready to counter that but he doesn’t let her. “I’m sorry. I know you have not been feeling well and I should have been here. I promise, I’ll better in the future.” 

Sang Zhi leans further into his embrace as she answers. “It’s okay. I am not angry. Besides, we now know why I wasn’t feeling well. It’s going to be a while before it stops.” She squeezes their intertwined fingers, hoping he will hear the sincerity in her voice. “I know you’ve been working so hard Jiaxu, to give me this wonderful life. Please don’t feel guilty because you haven’t been neglecting me. I only want you to promise me one thing.” 

“Anything.” 

“You’ll take good care of yourself, especially when you’re working so hard. So that no matter what, you can come home every night… to us.” 

His eyes fall shut as he lets that sink in. There is now one more person who will be waiting for him at home. Another reason for everything that he does. 

“Always,” Jiaxu promises. “Wǒ ài nǐ, Zhizhi.” 

“Wǒ ài nǐ,” she whispers as he presses a kiss to her temple. 

He glances down at the jar and suddenly an answer to the question she had asked earlier comes to mind. 

“I know a song,” he says so suddenly, it confuses Sang Zhi for second. “I mean I know a lullaby. I think I still remember some of the words too.” 

“Really? Which one?” 

“Qīsèguāng zhī gē.” 

Sang Zhi tries to recall this one. The Song of the Sunlight.

“What is it about?” It sounds familiar but it’s been a while since she’s last thought about such things as a lullaby. They will both need to do some brushing up on that. 

“It’s about a promise of a bright tomorrow no matter what the day has brought.” His voice goes a little quieter as he admits, “My mother liked singing it.”  

She thinks it’s a pretty perfect lullaby for the baby and she tells him as much. 

Jiaxu relaxes into his seat as Sang Zhi falls against him too. He loves moments like this when it’s just the two of them but he quickly realises, it won’t be just the two of them any longer. Jiaxu is excited beyond measure for that. Sang Zhi has her eyes closed, but she’s idly playing with his fingers and it awakens a new part of him. He has always been protective of his Zhizhi but suddenly, that instinct feels like it might go into overdrive. His hand is now gently resting over her belly, and his fingers flex slightly at the thought of protecting them both. 

His Zhizhi and their little star – because that is what this baby is. A wish and a dream that he had never dared to speak out loud because truthfully, he has wanted it more than he was willing to admit. And yet here it was, now so tangible in his very hands. It feels impossibly wonderful. 

There is no doubt that Sang Zhi is more than just the one who hangs the moon and stars in his world. Although, Jiaxu thinks she is actually more like the sun, bringing such warmth and love into his life, giving him a thousand little stars to wish on every day. Especially after all the bad days, there is always love and happiness in all the spaces she occupies in his life. 

So, if his Zhizhi is the sun, the one that led him through the darkness and lights up the possibilities of all his dreams, handing it over one little star at a time. Then, undoubtedly their child will be one of those precious little stars - the embodiment of their love and dreams all wrapped into one little heart and soul.

There is only one thought that echoes through his heart as they sit quietly together. One thought that makes him inexplicably happy. 

‘His Zhizhi and their xiǎo xīngxīng.’ 

.....

Wèi – Hi 

Pó po -  mother-in-law 

Xièxiè- thank you 

Wǒ ài nǐ – love you 

Qīsèguāng zhī gē – the Song of the Sunlight 

Xiǎo xīngxīng – little star ao3