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asliceofzosan · 1 year ago

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zoro doesn't care if people forget his birthday. he really doesn't. but when it's his own boyfriend who doesn't acknowledge his birthday at all... that's a whole different thing entirely. (zosan modern au for zoro's birthday!)

Zoro never understood the hype around birthdays.

It's just another year. 19 didn't feel that different to being 18. 21 didn't feel that different to being 20. He's pretty sure it's going to be the same all the way up to his 80's. He understands the importance of milestones and whatnot but other than that, celebrating his birthday was an afterthought.

It's the big 26 today — one year closer to his thirties — but again, it's just an ordinary day. He woke up, showered for once, and headed straight for the kitchen where his boyfriend was already cooking breakfast and dancing to whatever new K-POP song came out. One of the perks of moving in with Sanji was the early morning entertainment Zoro gets everyday.

Zoro leans against the kitchen island, just watching Sanji hum along to words Zoro can't understand. He loves moments like this. He developed a habit of watching Sanji every time he isn't looking. It's his favorite way to start the day. It gets even better when Sanji notices him, his face lighting up brighter than the sun, and throws his arms around Zoro in their daily good morning embrace.

However, this time, Sanji just looks over his shoulder with a shocked expression.

"Oh, you're already awake!" Sanji exclaims and he steps aside from his work station to reveal he was packing up bento boxes. "I wasn't expecting you to wake up until 10 since you're off work today."

"Thought it would be a good day to wake up early," Zoro says slowly, brows furrowed at each passing second that Sanji doesn't give him his morning hug and kiss. Zoro doesn't think he's clingy, he'd murder you if you said so, but they have a routine. And the routine includes morning hugs and kisses until they're both breathless. Why isn't Sanji bounding over to him and showering his face with kisses and squeezing the daylights out of him? Was he in the twilight zone?

Sanji just keeps on arranging the bento boxes carefully, labelling them with post-it notes and his signature sparkly gel pen that Nami gave him as a joke gift. Zoro stays rooted to the spot, patience waning the longer Sanji doesn't kiss him.

"I was called in today to cover some shifts at the Baratie," Sanji starts to say as he maneuvers his way to the fridge. Zoro scowls when Sanji passes him and doesn't even peck him on the cheek. His voice is a little muffled when he places the bento boxes into the fridge, explaining that he might be out the whole day and won't be back until 10PM earliest.

10PM. Earliest.

"I already pre-made your meals for the day. Breakfast is warming up in the oven right now." Eventually, Sanji does end up giving Zoro a little peck on the cheek, but Zoro felt himself subconsciously chasing after the cook's lips as he moves away. Sanji gives him a warm smile. Zoro thinks he's about to have an aneurysm.

"Sorry, I can't eat breakfast with you today." And to his credit, Sanji looks genuinely apologetic. "The Baratie's gonna be packed. You'll be okay by yourself, right?"

Zoro knew that not making a big deal out of his birthday was his own damn fault but this just seems... off. In every way possible.

Because of all the people in the world, how is it that Sanji has forgotten his birthday?

Sanji, the man who marks every major and minor holiday on his google calendar so he has an excuse to cook a big feast for his friends? Sanji, the man who cried his eyes out when he found out Zoro never had a proper birthday party because he understands the feeling of not being celebrated. Sanji, who loves rom-coms, choose-your-own-adventure interactive novels, and thinks that the way food is arranged on the plate can clearly indicate one's emotions.

Sanji, the biggest sap in history, has forgotten his boyfriend's birthday.

"Zoro?" Sanji's voice slices through the fog of confusion slowly filling up his brain. The hand cradling his face forces him back to reality but all he could do was stare longingly at Sanji, begging him with his eyes to not go. Sanji runs his thumb gently over his cheek and Zoro nuzzles into his hand like a stubborn child. Sanji chuckles.

"I'll be back, you big softie." His reassurance doesn't sit well with Zoro but he only manages to nod. Sanji leans down to kiss Zoro, too chaste and too fast, before pulling away far too quickly. Zoro watches miserably as Sanji puts his jacket on, grabs his keys, and bids him goodbye.

Zoro manages to meet him at the entryway, his hand catching Sanji's arm before he leaves. Sanji tilts his head at him, smiling at him in the way he does when Zoro is being stubborn. "What is it, marimo?"

Zoro stares down Sanji with his good eye, willing and pleading him to remember. "Aren't you forgetting something?"

Sanji blinks. Zoro blinks. Then, Sanji smiles and Zoro thinks he actually gets it.

Until Sanji pulls him into a searing kiss. When they pull away, Sanji rubs their noses together and lets go.

"Can't forget the goodbye kiss!" Sanji places one more kiss on Zoro's nose then leaves a very dazed, very irritated Zoro at the entryway.

from: cap'n luffy

zoooorrooooooo happy birthday !!!!!!!!!! zoro zoro zorooooo have a good day ^_^

from: witch of the sea

happy birthday you big lug <3 as my present, your debt is reduced by 10% ;)

from: chopper

HAPPY BIRTHDAY ZORO! I LOVE YOU! DON'T GET SICK TODAY OKAY?!?

from: ussop :^\

BIG 26 ! HBD MY MAN ! you don't look a day over 19 ^_^ honest!! maybe they'll even ID you at the club HAHAHHAHAHAHA

from: robin

Happiest birthday, Zoro. I've deposited birthday booze money into your bank account. Have fun.

from: franky B)

HAVE A SUUUUUPPPEEERR BDAY BRO ! My bday gift isnt ready yet tho i still need to tweek it bUT ! ur gonna love it!! trust !

from: brook

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from: jinbe

Have a fruitful birthday today, Zoro. You only turn 26 once!

Time ticks by and Zoro reads and re-reads all the birthday greetings from his friends. Many of them even sent multiple messages in their group chat. It mostly consisted of Luffy and Chopper spamming the chat with birthday gifs. It eased Zoro's racing mind just a little. But he can't help himself from opening up his chat logs with Sanji...

And still nothing.

Just a simple 'hbd marimo' from him would have eased his worries. But Sanji hasn't even messaged him once throughout the entire day. Usually, he'd send a couple of pictures to prove that he's alive. One time, he event sent a selfie while something caught on fire behind him. That's Zoro's wallpaper right now.

It really, really shouldn't be bothering him this much that Sanji hasn't said anything about his birthday. It's also not hard to forget Zoro's birthday. It's literally 11/11. It could not have been a more convenient date.

But Sanji was always the more romantic one of the two of them. Zoro can be accidentally romantic, sure, but Sanji likes grand gestures and showering others with love in every way possible.

Sanji is the last person on earth to forget Zoro's birthday.

He may have never understood the hype around celebrating his birthday. He hasn't had a party since his 18th. But there's something that's mildly irritating that his own boyfriend just straight up treats it like any other day. And not only that, he just leaves Zoro alone too. To celebrate his birthday miserably in their empty apartment with a box of reheated leftovers on his lap.

He doesn't want to admit that he's hurt.

But he is.

However, before he could pick up his phone again to call Sanji and give him a piece of his mind, it starts to ring. He scrambles to answer it without even checking the caller ID. The relief that washes over him when he hears Sanji's voice on the other line was indescribable.

"Cook," and it really shouldn't have come out this desperate. But Zoro is really hanging on by a thread here. "Are you going to tell me something?"

"Yeah! I can't believe I completely forgot!" Sanji's laugh is like a balm to Zoro's anxious conscience but it immediately slips away when Sanji continues.

"I forgot my phone at home."

Zoro almost growls in frustration. "I'm borrowing Patty's right now. Can you do me a favor and look for a recipe that I saved on my notes app? It's super important."

"What could be so much more important than..." Zoro trails off, managing to actually find Sanji's phone on the kitchen counter. Right where he was just this morning. "I fuckin' found it." He taps on the screen, his heart pinching when he sees that Sanji's lockscreen is a candid photo of the two of them taken the exact day they finally got together. Sanji's head was tucked against Zoro's shoulder, his cheeks flushed red, laughing and laughing at something Zoro can't remember anymore. And Zoro... was just looking at Sanji like he was his whole world.

And he still is.

Maybe that's why Sanji forgetting hurts even more.

"What's your passcode?" He grumbles, putting his own phone on speaker.

"I'm surprised you don't know it," Sanji says, footsteps seeming to echo on the other line. "It's pretty hard to forget."

"Contrary to popular opinion, I respect your privacy sometimes Curly."

"How sweet," Sanji says sarcastically. Zoro can practically hear the eyeroll. "But seriously. You know the passcode."

"No I fucking don't?" He exclaims incredulously, glaring at his phone in the hopes Sanji can probably feel it too. "What the fuck are you on about, cook? I don't know your damn passcode!"

"Yes, you do." The fact that Sanji isn't yelling back like he usually does sits uneasily in Zoro's stomach. "Fine, I'll give you a hint since my little marimo needs some help with his homework." Zoro grumbles that he's not a child but Sanji just ignores it. "It's related to the most important person in my life."

Zoro furrows his brows. "Zeff?"

Sanji chuckles. "Try again."

"Um," He scratches his head this time. "Nami?"

"As much as I wish that were true," Sanji sighs dramatically and it was Zoro's turn to roll his eyes. "It's not her. Come on now, mosshead. You know who it is."

The way Sanji's voice softened made something click in Zoro's brain. With a long shaky breath, Zoro took Sanji's phone, stared at the lockscreen one more time, and inputted a significant number.

111197

November 11, 1997

Then Sanji's phone unlocked.

"Did you get it?"

Zoro couldn't concentrate on Sanji's voice. Because staring right at him was the picture Sanji used as his homescreen.

A beautifully edited candid picture of Zoro, his face glowing against a gorgeous sunset, the light shining through his hair in an otherworldly haze. There was text edited above his chest and it read, clear as day:

Happy Birthday, my everything

"Can you open the door for me, love?"

As if on autopilot, Zoro walked to the door, Sanji's phone still in his hand, and he opened it to see his boyfriend standing right there. His face was illuminated by the glow of a single candle sitting on top of a simple vanilla cupcake. Surrounding that cupcake was a plate full of carefully arranged sushi, onigiri, grilled meats, and dipping sauces.

And written with an elegant hand at the edge of the plate, with something Zoro can somehow identify as a thickened oyster sauce was the same thing he read on Sanji's home screen wallpaper:

Happy Birthday, my everything

"Did you really think that I would forget?" Sanji says, the love in his eyes shining through the light of the candle. "You guessed the passcode, didn't you?"

"You piece of shit." Zoro's voice cracked only slightly (only slightly!) "I'm gonna fucking murder you, I swear to god."

"You don't believe in god," Sanji says matter of factly, reaching up to cup Zoro's face with one hand. Zoro scoffs but there's no lick of malice to it. Sanji then presents the cupcake to him and with another roll of his eye, Zoro blows the candle out, much to Sanji's amusement.

He knows he's supposed to be making a wish or whatever but he doesn't. Everything he's ever wished for is right here, standing in their doorway, with a plate of food made by his own hands. Hands that he kisses every night. Hands that cradle his face like Zoro is something to be treasured.

Hands that hold his, no matter what life throws at them.

Stepping into the apartment, Sanji places the plate of food on the table at the entryway, then drapes his arms over Zoro's shoulders. Zoro's hands find Sanji's waist immediately.

And finally, Sanji says the words Zoro's been waiting to hear all day.

"Happy Birthday, Zoro."

Then, Sanji kisses him, his lips soft and his hands warm as they tangle into Zoro's hair. Zoro deepens the kiss, thinking that maybe celebrating his birthday isn't so bad after all.

#niki's fics: remember the 11th of november #zosan #one piece #zosan modern au #roronoa zoro #sanji #vinsmoke sanji #one piece fanfiction #happy birthday to our favorite marimo!#roronoa zoro x vinsmoke sanji

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thisgirlnamedblusy · 1 month ago

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Hi, I’ve fallen deeply in love with your Donna/Reader stories, thank you for keeping us well fed with it. If it’s okay, could I request some fluff where a clumsy Reader accidentally fractured a limb or smth like that, and Donna is trying her best to make sure they recover but her way of caring is overwhelming, to the point she doesn’t let Reader do anything because they might hurt themselves again, and Reader just needs some room to breathe.

Yesss!!!! Thanks for your support, and for your request!!! I hope you like it and sorry about the language mistakes!!!! :))))))

Your hopeless clumsyness

Pairing: Donna Beneviento x Fem! Reader

Warnings: Fluff,

Word count: 8,447

Summary: Maybe she's a bit overwhelming...

N/A: Yeah, I'm back!!! Sorry for the waiting!!!! As always, sorry about the language mistakes!!! Requests are open!!! I'm waiting yours!!! I love you all!!! :))

“It was funny…” you sighed, taking a last sip of your glass of wine like every night.

The woman in black looked up but her smile did not adorn her face.

“It doesn't seem like it to me, tesoro,” she whispered, shaking her head, with a sad look that made you frown.

“Why?” you asked curiously, leaning forward, without losing that romantic and almost amused look.

“Something could have happened to you, (Y/N),” she said, with a cold and dark tone, accentuating her displeasure after one of your thousand anecdotes.

“Oh, no, no, it was just a fall down the hill, the snow cushioned me,” you explained with a slightly more serious tone, downplaying it with a gesture of your hand. “Nothing happened to me… Well, I had some injuries but nothing serious, it was worth it.”

“Was it worth it to fall off a hill?” the lady asked, her voice cracking from the coldness with which you spoke of one of your countless dangerous situations.

“Hey, it wasn't my fault... I tripped on a root and...” you said hastily, putting your hands in front of your body.

“You should watch where you step, it's not the first time you've told me something like that,” she whispered, also drinking from her glass of wine. “Nor the first time I've seen you stumbling.”

You searched for some intelligent response to that comment, but you didn't have one. Almost everything that happened in your life was the product of an absurdly exaggerated innate clumsiness.

In fact, the change that your life went through was also due to one of your lapses.

In that sinister village it was difficult to stand out, to differentiate yourself from the flock, faithful to Mother Miranda and the Black Gods. You all had the misfortune of being born in that place, of living protected by those black wings, by those characters that, if it were a horror novel, would be called monsters.

Living quietly was one of the advantages of that horrible place. Nobody bothered you. Nobody made your life different. Everything was a tedious dark passage in which your souls in pain walked aimlessly.

Where to? Nobody knew. For what purpose? To serve the deities.

Daughter of humble farmers, you never had the desire or concern to know what would happen if you stood out, if you stuck your head out above the crowd.

But even if you didn't want it, the Gods intended to make you shine, to make all eyes turn to you in the most unordinary way, of course. Since you were very young, you had problems with the little things in life. Ordinary actions like walking, jumping, running... They were special occasions for the clumsy (Y/N) to draw everyone’s attention.

But, even if your clumsiness was a flaw, you never saw it that way. The smile always adorned your face and conformity gave you the peace of mind you needed to move on with your boring life. No matter how many times you fell, you always got up, you always laughed at yourself to prevent others from doing the same.

That time when you felt that you were truly in danger, was the turning point that changed your tedious life forever.

After one of Mother Miranda's special masses, you made your way through the crowd as always, without the slightest care. The blow wasn’t long in coming; a sudden stumble against something black stopped your hurried steps.

You expected a villager's scolding, a reprimand from some older person for your lack of care but, when you looked up, you froze completely.

You hadn't hit an old man or some poor farmer, no, your body had decided to crash into a dangerous woman, into one of the four pillars that supported Miranda’s cult.

Four Lords, four authorities guarded and protected the village. You were always afraid of them, like the rest of the villagers. You always kept away from them until that day, the day when your clumsiness disturbed the slow and ghostly walk of the lady in black, of the doll maker, Donna Beneviento.

Not all the apologies could save you from a punishment for your clumsiness. You remembered the words of your parents, those words that warned you that one day your carelessness would have consequences.

The lady's veiled head turned to you slowly and you squeezed your eyes shut, praying that at least you would have a dignified end unlike the legends that spoke of the fools who dared to cross her lands.

You clasped your hands together and your dry mouth couldn't properly utter an apology. The laughter of the Angie doll seemed like the last sound you were going to hear.

The end never came.

The cold of that morning ran through your skin as the lady walked away with a strange gesture. You sighed in relief at that luck, at not having offended that dangerous woman.

One more anecdote or so you thought, one more episode in your innumerable list of accidents. It wasn't like that.

Without knowing exactly how, you began to meet the lady in black more frequently.The black veil covering her face danced every time she moved to look at you longer and longer, with increasingly slower steps.

You would be lying if you said that this woman never made you curious. In fact, she was the only Lord of whom you knew nothing but rumors and legends. A monster, a horrible deformity… The words that described Lady Beneviento were few and terrible, enough to make your legs tremble when she was near.

These encounters led to silent, whispered and seemingly unimportant conversations.

The woman in black spoke through her doll asking you questions about yourself, prying into your life without any qualms. After all, you were a villager, she was a Lord.

In a surprising way, you yourself began to find comfort in these exchanges of words. You began to wish for them to happen.

The sweet, hoarse, melodic sound of her voice pierced the high walls of your heart, that protection you had against stupid crushes. It didn't take Donna any work to break down those walls, to pass through them and land on your chest.

Maybe it was the lavender in her perfume, those thin and seemingly soft hands or her honeyed accent... You didn't know why, but it didn't take long for you to fall in love with her.

That feeling conditioned your future encounters. The distance that separated you two was getting smaller and smaller and the scenery that surrounded you stopped being the cold village to become the old walls of that mansion.

The black veil disappeared as a final step in that strange relationship you had formed. Donna was beautiful, a truly beautiful woman. No scar could ever shade the sparkle in that eye, the perfection of her features.

Your lips met slowly, wanting to do so but at the same time afraid of rejection. It was a feeling that disappeared as you deepened that kiss, as you said with a look, with a caress, that you were in love with each other.

The doll maker was a strange, sick and disturbed woman, but with her you felt safe, in her arms you felt that that you had found the reason for your clumsy existence: to share it with her.

“You're exaggerating,” you commented, crossing your arms amused.

Donna shook her head, with that look she always had when you talked about your past, about your funny and showy excursions to the mountains.

“Something could have happened to you and... I... I... I wouldn't have met you,” the lady murmured, slowly getting up to pick up the plates.

You smiled at that romantic comment, and you also got up, gently grabbing her hand and pulling it softly.

“Donna... You worry too much...” you said with a tender smile, cupping her pale and soft face with your hands and placing your lips softly on hers; a gesture that always caused the lady's tension to disappear while she followed the rhythm of your tireless kisses.

“If I didn't, I wouldn't love you, tesoro,” she whispered, lovingly grabbing the hands that held her face and lowering them to your waist. “If I lost you, I would...”

“Yes, I know, I know,” you said amused, rolling your eyes.

Again, she didn't move, her smile didn't match yours. Donna sighed, kissing you quickly before moving away from you and stacking the plates on the table.

“I'm going to pick this up,” she commented in a low voice. “When I get back we could read together, if you want.”

“Oh, yeah, sure,” you said, nodding and frowning. “Hey, wait, Donna, let me help you,” you whispered, moving closer to pick up one of the plates.

“No, it's not necessary,” she said, moving away from your attempt with a worried voice.

“Come on, honey, you've been cooking for me… Let me help you…” you said insistently picking up the glasses from the table and walking after her.

“No, no, you could hurt yourself,” Donna said, approaching you and juggling to pick up the glasses you were holding.

“Oh, please…” you sighed offended, crossing your arms and shaking your head. “I'm not useless.”

“I know, tesoro, but… What if you drop them on the floor?” she said, moving away before your surprised gasp attracted her again.

“Why would that happen to me? How pessimistic,” you joked, pretending to be offended.

“It happened to you yesterday,” Donna commented, with an amused smile, walking towards the elevator.

You blinked in complete defeat, sighing and hanging your head.

“Ugh, okay, but just for you to know, I’m not as clumsy as I look,” you hissed.

Well, you felt a bit of overprotection from the brunette, one that had enough reasons, but that was starting to tire you out.

“Okay,” she said with a sigh, winking at you and turning to walk towards the elevator. “Sit down, (Y/N), I’ll be right back.”

“Bah…” you sighed, turning to walk towards your reading corner. “Come on, it’s not like I’m that… Ouch!” you protested when, as you turned around, your face hit a wall, making you blush as you turned around embarrassed.

Luckily, Donna didn't see that bump on your nose, one you rubbed with your hand, cursing under your breath as you sat down on the small couch.

“I'm going to tell Donna…” a shrill, childish sing-song interrupted your moans. Angie, as always, was there to see what Donna couldn't, unfortunately. “Silly”

“I like you too, Angie,” you said ironically, with a nasal voice due to that crash, making your indignation grow more.

You knew Donna was like that, you knew that you were the only one who dared to love her, to not abandon her. You certainly couldn't blame her for wanting to protect you, but you were starting to think that maybe her attitude accentuated your flaws even more.

Exaggerated protection or something else? It was the question that danced in your mind when you were alone.

It was true that your clumsiness was about to cause you a lot of trouble, but the brunette's attitude was even more exaggerated than your parents'. Little by little, that feeling of living in cotton wool began to form a horrible word in your head: Distrust.

Donna's lack of faith in you was something impossible to believe given the circumstances, but you felt a lacking in the freedom you enjoyed before, no matter how comical the consequences were.

Fortunately, the lady returned shortly after and her kisses and soft caresses erased those horrible thoughts from your head; her hand was tangled in your hair while her gaze pretended to be fixed on her book, something you knew was not the case, since her mouth raised every time she saw you looking at her.

A small click interrupted your discreet and continuous kisses, kisses that said you had forgotten to read. Immediately after, darkness fell over you. The dim light that illuminated the room disappeared.

“Oh, wow…” Donna sighed, slowly separating from you and keeping a hand on your body. “The fuses.”

“Fuses?” you asked, slowly getting up, making the heat of her body fade in a slow and painful way. “Well, I don’t care…”

“I have to change them or we won't be able to use the elevator,” she said, slowly getting up to light one of the candles on the table before your disapproving look. “Stay here, tesoro. I'll be here right away.”

“Wait” you said, getting up too. “I'll do it, where are those fuses?”

“In the attic,” the lady said, pointing to the ceiling. “I'll go, (Y/N), it's dangerous.”

“Dangerous?” you protested unintentionally, bringing back to light the tension that had formed in your mind. “Come on, I just have to go up some stairs, let…”

“I said no,” Donna said with a dark, cold tone, one that made you step back. “Stay here.”

“Why? I'm just trying to help,” you complained, crossing your arms, letting out a bit of your frustration. “I said I'm going.”

“And I said you're not going, you could fall down the stairs, you don't know the house as well as I do,” she said in her defense. “What's wrong with you?”

“What's wrong with me? What's wrong with you, Donna?” you asked with a sarcastic tone, with a sad look. “I want to do something for once,”

“I don't need you to do anything, (Y/N), just being with me is enough,” the lady said, frowning.

“Of course, of course…” you sighed, shaking your head. “Donna, I'm sick of you thinking something's always going to happen to me. You don't let me clean because I could fall, you don't let me cook because gas is dangerous, damn it, you don't even let me make a damn tea,” you said, letting out your worries, maybe in a slightly abrupt way.

“I care about you, does it annoy you?” she asked, approaching in a threatening way, angry at the tone of your words.

“No, well, I don't know, Donna,” you said in a lower tone, fearing a crisis, one of those extremely painful moments when the lady in black lost her mind. “I'd like to feel like I'm useful at least for once.”

“You're useful to me, (Y/N),” she said, with a thankfully calmer tone. “But you're not careful with what you do.”

“Oh, the clumsy (Y/N) can't even take two steps without tripping, is that it?” you asked with an ironic tone, perhaps more childish than you intended. “Jeez, Donna... Trust me.”

“It's your fault for telling me all those horrible things that have happened to you,” she protested, also in a childish way. “I don't want anything to happen to you.”

“I understand, but I want you to trust me, okay? Just a little,” you whispered with a softer tone, lifting the lady's chin.

“I trust you, tesoro, but it's just that...” she sighed, resting her forehead on yours. “I don't want to lose you…”

“You won't lose me,” you said with a smile, kissing her quickly. “Let me fix the fuse, okay?”

“Mm, I don't know…” she sighed, kissing the back of your hand, thoughtful.

“Please,” you said with shining eyes, with the dim light accentuating that puppy look even more.

“Va… Va bene,” Donna murmured, unsure but nodding forcibly. “The, the fuses are in the attic. You have to find a trapdoor upstairs and…”

“Oh, yes, yes, I know where you mean,” you said excitedly, taking the candlestick and approaching the stairs. “The trapdoor next to the bathroom, right?”

“Y-Yes,” she said, following you slowly and placing a hand on your shoulder. “Please go up the ladder carefully.”

“Okay,” you said, slurring your voice in an exaggerated way as you started to climb, passing by the beautiful portrait of the lady. “Seriously, Donna, you look gorgeous in this painting.”

“Look ahead,” she said, laughing shyly at your compliment.

You laughed too, climbing carefully. As expected, you tripped on one of the steps.

“Shit…” you muttered as you lost your balance, but sighed in relief when you used the railing to keep from falling, looking at the source of that stumble. “Hey, I'm fine,” you said amused. “This carpet bar is loose,” you commented, bending down to illuminate the problem.

“Gods, (Y/N)…” Donna sighed, with a hand on her chest.

“See? Nothing happened,” you commented in a triumphant voice, walking down the hallway on the upper floor, shining light on the ceiling to look for the trapdoor.

The ladder was precarious, but surprisingly, you managed to climb up to the attic and grab one of the new fuses. There were no incidents; your ascent and descent were flawless. You couldn't help but feel proud of that.

“Donna, I got it!” you shouted with a smile, waving the fuse in your hand. “Where do I put it?”

The lady in black looked up at you from below, with a fake smile, shaking her head.

“The fuse box is in the guest room, with a bit of luck, that's the one that failed,” the brunette explained, pointing to the room behind you.

“Oh, luck is my last name,” you joked in a petulant tone, turning on your heels.

“Allow me to doubt that, tesoro," Donna said, laughing amusedly. “Be careful with…”

“Yes, yes, yes,” you said sighing, making a gesture with your hand to play it down. “Relax, honey, I feel lucky today.”

“That's what worries me…” she whispered, looking at you expectantly as you entered the old room.

“Oh, there you are,” you said, walking quickly to the old fuse box, opening it and confirming that it was the one that failed. “It was this one!” you shrieked, leaving the chandelier on the nightstand and removing the old fuse.

A spark startled you, but you kept your calm elegantly, inserting the new one and masterfully avoiding a second shock.

The light returned to the mansion and with it your triumph over the brunette's worries, something that you would rub mercilessly in her face for days, or that was your intention.

“What do you say now? The clumsy (Y/N) has done something dangerous and has come out unscathed,” you said proudly, leaning on the railing.

Donna laughed and shook her head.

“You've been lucky, that's all,” she commented mockingly.

“Blah, blah, blah,” you said, moving your hand to imitate her in an even more exaggerated way as you went around the railing, ready to go down the stairs. “Donna, I think you owe me an apology,” you said with your head held high, starting to go down. “You saw that I am capable of… Ah!”

A screech interrupted your victorious speech. The bar that was holding the carpet to the stairs, the one that was loose, made your foot trip hopelessly. You couldn't grab onto anything, since you didn't even look where you stepped, which caused a resounding fall along the stairs.

“(Y/N)!” the lady shrieked, running towards you and hastily bending down to get you up. “Gods, are you okay?”

“Yes, yes, it was just… A fall… I can get up by myself and…” you said with your body and pride hurt, trying to lean on the brunette to get up, something impossible, since when you put one of your legs on the floor, the pain was unbearable. “Ah, wait, wait, I can't.”

“Does something hurt?” Donna asked, visibly upset, slowly putting you down again. “Idiota, I told you that…”

“Hey, don't insult me, Donna…” you protested, waving your hands, pushing her overwhelming concern away from your body. “My leg…”

“Your leg? Let me, let me take a look,” the brunette said, ignoring your protests and lifting the skirt of your dress, gently running her hand over your skin, a hand that used to be sweet and soft, but that now felt like a thousand knives digging into your flesh.

“Ahhhhh! Stop, stop, don’t touch me!” you squealed nervously, hitting the floor with your fists. “It hurts!”

“I know, but…” she said nervously, not quite knowing what to do. “Gods… I’ll call Mother Miranda right away…”

“No, not her!” you protested, trying to control the pain. You certainly weren’t the raven woman’s most fervent supporter… “Sure, sure it’s nothing,” you whispered in pain, trying to stand up again, without success. “Oh, shit! Shit!”

“You probably broke it, (Y/N), stop complaining and stay here, I'll be back in a moment,” Donna said, getting up and running to the living room.

“Damn stairs…” you whispered, glancing at your aching leg and then at the step responsible for it.

“Everything okay, silly?” Angie asked, suddenly appearing in front of you. “Why are you sitting on the floor?”

“Angie…” you groaned as you watched the doll walk around you. “I'm not in the mood.”

“Did you fall?” she asked ironically, laughing out loud. “Clumsy, clumsy, you are a clumsy fool…”

“Yes, yes, thanks for your encouragement,” you hissed in pain, shaking your head.

“Where does it hurt? Here?”

“Yiaaaaah!” you screamed echoing off the walls as the puppet's hand landed on your injured leg. “Damn it, Angie!”

“Is that it? Wait, wait, I have to check,” the doll said, showing no mercy to your pain and touching you again with a wooden finger.

“Yiaaaah! You motherfu…!”

“Angie, basta,” Donna interrupted, causing the doll to move away with sinister laughter. “Hold on, tesoro,” she said, crouching down next to you and placing her hand on your leg again.

“Ahhh! Will you stop touching my leg!?” you screamed furiously, with tears of pain appearing in your bright eyes.

The lady retreated frightened, trying unsuccessfully to remain calm.

“Mother Miranda will come soon… Let me… Help you sit on the sofa…” she said, bending down to put your arm around her shoulders, painfully pulling you up.

The queen of the village, the high priestess, was quick to arrive and examine you despite your distrust. You knew what that woman would be capable of, you knew it perfectly. You didn't want to be a lycan.

“Mm, yes, it's broken,” the blonde woman commented after examining your leg with some kind of unknown power. You, unlike with Donna and Angie, swallowed your screams, focusing the pain on the brunette's poor hand. “It must have been a nasty fall, (Y/N).”

“Yes...” you murmured glancing sideways at the priestess, who was wielding a smile that could give anyone the creeps.

“I'm sorry, Donna, it seems that your little doll will have to rest for a while,” Miranda said in a velvety, ironic tone.

“Will she be okay?” the lady in black asked, caressing you gently, masterfully holding the strong grip of your hand in hers.

“Mm, I think so,” the witch commented, nodding disinterestedly, drinking some of the tea that her faithful adopted daughter had prepared for her. “She will have to be put in a cast but it’s not a serious matter, maybe in a couple of months she will recover.

“Two months?” you asked, shifting uncomfortably on the sofa and catching the attention of the blonde, who looked at you slowly, pretending that she didn’t feel contempt for a simple villager like you. “But, but, but… You, you are powerful, aren't you? Can't you heal me?”

“I can, but maybe you wouldn't like the results,” she said with a disinterested voice, accompanied by a fixed and chilling look. “I suppose that Donna doesn't either, am I wrong?”

“(Y/N), don't be rude,” the lady in black scolded you, looking fearfully at her mother. “Listen to Mother Miranda.”

“Donna, dear, call the Duke, we have to go to the laboratory,” the raven woman ordered.

“Of course, Mother Miranda,” Donna said, letting you go instantly to obey the blonde, leaving you uncomfortably alone with her.

“Poor Donna, you give her a lot of trouble, don't you?” the blonde commented amused, staring at you, a look you couldn't escape from.

“I'm not doing it on purpose, Mother Miranda,” you whispered, looking away and crossing your arms, protesting the pain.

“Mm, if you did… Well, your leg would be the least of your worries,” the witch hissed, resting her golden claws on your injured leg, comically making you endure a terrible cry of pain.

“Ah, shit…” you complained in a very low voice, with the sound of a satisfied laugh eclipsing your rudeness.

You had always boasted of your ability to avoid misfortunes. Although it was hard to believe, it was the first time you ended up with a broken limb, with your leg in a strange cast.

“Okay, let me help you…” Donna whispered, pushing the wheelchair that Miranda lent you towards the bedroom, putting your arm around her shoulders again and taking you in a chivalrous manner in her arms. “That's it…”

“Oh, wow,” you said amused, holding on tightly to Donna as she gently lowered you onto the bed. “I could get used to this…”

“Don't joke, (Y/N),” the lady said, helping you undress carefully, with a serious, cold look.

“I'm sorry,” you laughed, moving as best you could so the lady could put your pajamas on you. “Come on, say it.”

“Cosa?” she asked, focused on not hurting you. “What do you want me to say?”

“Come on, you're looking forward to it,” you said, already ready to sleep, dragging yourself with your arms towards the pillow. “Say that you warned me, that you were right…” you sighed, looking at the ceiling.

“What? No, tesoro,” Donna said, sitting next to you and lovingly playing with your hair. “I'm not happy about what happened to you, (Y/N)… I was so worried about you…”

“Well, you see it's nothing serious, I guess I need some rest and I'll be ready to change fuses again,” you said amused, making Donna laugh shyly and shook her head with a tired sigh.

“Just focus on recovering,” the lady said, fluffing your pillow so you were more comfortable and covering you in a motherly way, a gesture you thanked with a warm smile.

“Mm, with you by my side I'm sure I'll do it soon,” you sighed, relaxed by the painkillers, closing your eyes slowly.

“Don't doubt it, (Y/N), don't doubt it for a second,” Donna said with a nervous voice, as if she had been bothered by your innocent comment. “I'll take care of you, amore mio…”

“Great… That's all I need,” you murmured sleepily after receiving a loving kiss on the forehead along with a sigh. “Mm? Donna, aren't you coming to bed?” you asked as you felt her weight disappear from the mattress.

“I'll sleep in the office, I don't want to move and hurt you,” the lady explained, covering you well again while you protested with a childish whine.

“Donna… Donnie…” you stammered, moving your hand erratically to reach and caress her black dress.

“I've told you a thousand times not to call me…” she hissed, suddenly stopping talking, as if she had realized something. “I'm sorry, call me whatever you want, okay?”

“Sleep here with me, please…” you sighed, trying not to let sleep take over you. “Come on, please, I'm so cold without you…”

“Um, are you cold? Wait, I'll get another blanket and…” she said hurriedly, moving away from your clumsy grip on her dress.

“I want you to be my blanket,” you protested with a fake sob. “Come with me, Donna, please… You won't say no to wounded girl, right?” you joked, unable to open your eyes.

“I would never be able to do that, (Y/N),” Donna whispered, sighing in surrender, kissing the back of your sleeping hand and finally agreeing to your request, snuggling up to you under the sheets.

Being in the chair was a great impediment to your daily routine.

Normally with the morning light your body asked for love with Donna, a full breakfast and a relaxing walk through the grounds. The nice weather was always a reason to leave the darkness of the old estate, even if it was for a moment.

But your leg prevented you from doing so. After a somewhat different breakfast, lacking coffee and toast, the lady in black kept her promise to take care of you, helping you get dressed, moving to the chair.

Of course, you couldn't complain, but, after spending hours in the living room doing nothing but reading the same books over and over again, you were starting to get bored. You even played cards with Angie, something you normally refused to do.

“Uff,” you sighed, looking at the midday sun rays that seemed to mock you.

Donna, as always, worked on her dolls tirelessly, far from you, leaving her faithful doll responsible for your care, a bit of a risky idea.

“I'm going for a walk, ah!” you said as you turned the chair around, hitting your injured leg against the wall. “Damn chair…”

“Do you need help, silly, silly?” the doll asked, climbing onto your knees. “Where are you going?”

“Leave me alone, Angie, I'm going for a walk,” you said, moving the chair with effort across the room. “Angie!”

“I'm sorry, silly, but I'm afraid I can't let you do that,” the doll protested, getting down from the chair and locking the wheels. “Donna has ordered me to take care of you and that's what I'm going to do.”

“Oh, Gods…” you sighed, trying unsuccessfully to unlock the wheels. “Stop fooling around, I just want to take a ride around the grounds.”

“No,” Angie said, comically shaking her head.

Luckily, those couple of years you spent in the mansion made you know the weak points of that sinister puppet, or well, almost.

“Okay, Angie, tell me one thing: If Donna asked you to take care of me… why are you bothering me?” you asked, playing a mind game that rarely worked out well for you.

“Am I bothering you?” Angie asked, letting you know that your poor strategy was working. “Oh, wait…”

The doll quickly unlocked your chair, letting you move again with a satisfied smile towards the front door, managing to open it clumsily, but finding another obstacle in front of you.

“Oh…” you sighed when you saw the steps that separated you from a relaxing walk. “I don't think so…”

“Any problem?” the doll's mocking voice returned to your ears along with small steps on the wood.

“Yes…” you said, exhausted. “I can't go down… I'm going to ask Donna to help me.”

“You don't need to bother Donna for that, silly, I'm here,” Angie said with a cocky voice, walking behind your chair. “You want to go down there, right? I'll push you.”

“W-Wait,” you said, scared when the doll started to move your chair towards a sure fall. “Wait, Angie, wait… Not you.”

“Come on, silly, trust me,” she said laughing sinisterly, bringing you closer and closer to the stairs.

“No, no… Donna!” you screamed hastily as you saw how you lost your balance, about to fall down the stairs.

A strong tug on the chair stopped you from falling and behind you, the lady in black dragged you back, closing the door.

“(Y/N) what are you doing?” the brunette asked, turning the chair around and leaning towards you, caressing your cheek.

“Oh, Donna, thank you…” you said with a smile, one that she briefly returned. “I wanted to go out for a walk and Angie…”

“Angie!” the lady yelled furiously, causing the doll to run away in terror.

“What? I just wanted to help,” the puppet protested, comically taking refuge behind a table.

“It doesn't matter, Donna,” you said tenderly, redirecting the lady's attention to you. “Can you help me down the stairs? I'd like to take a walk around the grounds”

“No, not at all,” Donna said, shaking her head and pushing your chair into the living room quickly. “You can't move.”

“It's just a walk, nothing's going to happen to me,” you said, crossing your arms. “I need some fresh air.”

“No, what you need is to eat, (Y/N),” Donna corrected with a tender smile, touching the tip of your nose with her finger and going back behind you to push you towards the table. “That's it... Here...”

You looked at your steaming plate, closing your eyes. When you opened them, disappointment was the only thing you thought about.

“What’s this?” you asked, moving towards a clear and bland bowl of soup while the lady in black sat on a chair next to you.

“Soup,” she said indifferently, with a knowing smile. “Let's see...” she commented to herself, placing a napkin around your neck and getting a little closer to you.

“Soup? But Donna, today is Lasagna Wednesday...” you protested, trying to grab the spoon, something impossible, since her hand moved it out of your path.

“You have to recover, tesoro, I'm convinced that the soup it’s good for it,” she commented, bringing a spoonful to your mouth, one that you didn't see coming. “Is it too hot?”

“Um, no, but…” you said, shaking your head at the discomfort of her feeding you, something unimportant, for the moment… “But, nothing is wrong with my stomach, I can eat anything.”

“Shh, don't protest, amore mio, you'll see how good it feels for you,” she said with a tender smile, feeding you in a disturbing way. “Come on, open your mouth…”

“Hey, stop,” you said, refusing to take another spoonful, grabbing her wrist. “I can eat by myself.”

“You shouldn't make unnecessary efforts,” she said, elegantly fighting your protests. “(Y/N)…”

“No, Donna, this, is excessive… Nothing is wrong with my arms, I can do it by myself,” you said annoyed by her insistence.

“You're acting like a child,” she said in a stern tone, with a cold look that made you groan and turn away from her attempts to feed you.

“Really?” you said, pointing at the napkin that covered your chest. “Maybe because I look like a child. Seriously, Donna, stop worrying that much.”

“That's what you said last night,” she whispered, dipping the spoon into the soup again.

You sighed, realizing that it was too strong an argument, besides, moving in the chair made your arms sore. Surely the lady in black felt guilty in some way, you couldn't be mad at her, she was right, after all.

“Oh, okay, okay, just for once,” you whispered, opening your mouth for her to continue feeding you with a satisfied smile. “This is weird…”

“Strano? Perché?” she asked, wiping you with the napkin, a gesture that made you shift uncomfortably. “I'm just taking care of you, it's my duty.”

“Yes, but... Well, you know what? It doesn't matter, thanks, Donna,” you said with a smile, forgetting that discomfort, seeing the sparkle in her eye, a sparkle full of love, of responsibility.

An excessive tenderness couldn't be bad, right?

You might think that maybe Lady Beneviento had never had that situation where someone depended on her and not the other way. You knew her past, her illness, the horrible things that happened to her family, how the poor gardener took care of her until… Well, that didn't matter.

You knew that it was something new for her, just like love before she met you. Taking care of the person you loved didn't just seem like a simple task to Donna, it seemed like something much more important, an act of unconditional love, a desperate attempt to show that she would always be by your side.

As the first day went by, you realized that this overprotective attitude was far from changing.

Dinner was exactly the same as lunch, a disturbing moment in which the brunette fed you as if you were… A doll. That was a fleeting thought at first, but as the days went by, it became stronger and stronger.

“I'll be right back,” you said an afternoon when you were reading next to her quietly in your chair. At least those caresses, those stolen kisses hadn't changed.

“Where are you going?” the lady asked, putting her book aside and looking at you almost fearfully.

“Um, to the bathroom,” you said with a shy smile, slowly moving your chair and looking away because of your blush.

“Oh, yes... Wait,” Donna said, getting up from the sofa and grabbing the chair handlebars again. “Let me help you.”

“Um, no, I can do it,” you said shaking your head, putting your hands on the wheels so the brunette couldn't drag it.

“No, you can't, tesoro, come on, I'll take you,” the lady said, gently slapping your hands and taking you to the elevator.

You rolled your eyes, resting your hands on the elevator doors.

“(Y/N),” the lady hissed, removing your hands with an annoyed, disturbingly motherly gasp. “Stop fooling around, will you?”

“I don't need help with… That,” you protested, crossing your arms helplessly. “I've been going to the bathroom by myself all these days.”

“Yes, without telling me,” she said, entering the elevator with you and pressing the button nervously. “What if something had happened to you?”

“What could happen to me in the bathroom?” you asked in a slightly angry, incredulous tone. “I manage fine, honey, I don't need you to…”

“A lot of things, (Y/N). You could slip and… Oh, Gods, you could hit your head, you could fall and…”

“Don't talk nonsense, nothing is going to happen to me, besides, it's, it's something private...” you murmured, letting yourself be carried through the dark basement corridors. “Really, Donna, I've already told you that I can do it alone.”

“And I've told you that I'm not going to risk anything happening to you,” she said in a petulant tone, while she lifted you up in a humiliating manner, uncomfortably freeing you from your underwear while she sat you on the toilet.

“This is humiliating...” you growled, shaking your head. “Do you mind leaving me alone?”

“Oh, certo,” she said, shaking her head with a shy smile, closing the door slowly. “Tell me when you're done.”

“Ugh, damn it,” you hissed protesting, dying of embarrassment, with your face completely red.

Completely refusing to need her help, you sat back down on the chair without difficulty, heading out the door.

“What are you doing?” Donna asked, waiting patiently outside the bathroom, grabbing your chair before you could escape again. “I told you to let me know.”

“And I told you I could do it alone,” you protested. “Hey, stop, I don’t need you to carry me.”

“You’re so stubborn,” she said, ignoring your protests. “Look at you, did you even comb your hair this morning?”

“What? What’s wrong with my hair?” you asked grumbling, crossing your arms as she led you to the bedroom.

“Don’t worry, I’ll take care of it, my precious girl,” the lady said, leaving you in front of the vanity and adorning your cheek with a chaste kiss.

“Um, Donna, I think you're going too far,” you commented as she hummed happily while gently brushing your hair. “I don't need you to comb my hair.”

“Shh, amore mio,” she said softly in a disturbing whisper, kissing you again. “You have to look beautiful, mm? Beautiful for me…”

“Donna, you're scaring me,” you said frowning. “Have you taken your medication today?”

“What's with that unpleasant question? Shh, turn around…” she protested, her trembling hands manipulating your hair. “Of course I have.”

“Oh, okay…” you said when you felt a strong tug on your hair, one of the signs that indicated that the lady was nervous, something dangerous. “It's just that… I think, I think that you don't need to… Do so many things for me… I, I feel a bit overwhelmed.”

“Why? I just want to take care of you,” she said, softening her movements. “Is my love for you annoying?”

“What? Oh, Donna, don't start with your paranoia,” you said sighing. “I'm just saying that you don't have to... Comb my hair and feed me and...”

“Yes I have to,” she said in a brusque tone, tying your hair in a perfect ponytail, letting you look at yourself in the mirror. “Do you like it?”

“Um, yes but...” you said nervously unable to properly show her the reason for your discomfort.

“La mia piccola bambola...” she whispered, kissing you again, getting her lips on yours to stop your protests.

“Bambola?” you asked with a frown. “Did you call me doll?”

“Mm,” she said, nodding and resting her head on your shoulder, looking at your reflection in the mirror. “The most beautiful doll.”

“Oh, okay...” you sighed confused.

A broken doll? Was that what you were for her?

Your protests weren’t of much use, perhaps because you weren’t clear enough. Yes, you needed Donna’s help with certain things: getting dressed, getting out of bed, going to bed… But with everything else, you could do it on your own, something she didn’t understand.

Little by little, as time went by, that excessive care began to become more and more overwhelming. Donna was always taking care of you. She even stopped making her dolls to give you all her attention.

The tension increased, if only on your part. You felt more and more like a doll, and less like a human being. That overwhelming care was taking its toll on your health, which only made the situation worse. You had completely lost your independence, your freedom. At least that was the way your mind interpreted everything that was happening.

If only you hadn't gone to change that fuse...

“Careful, careful, (Y/N),” the lady said, helping you walk towards the sofa leaning on two crutches, something that your improvement allowed, but that, contrary to what you thought, didn’t serve to relax the brunette, rather the opposite. “I don't know why you insist on using those crutches. You could slip and break your other leg.”

“I'm much better, Donna,” you said with a fake smile, anger and tension masking your words. “I feel better like this.”

“Well, I don't,” she said, helping you to sit down. “You should keep using the chair.”

“That's what you'd like, right? No, thanks,” you protested, picking up the book you were reading, hissing in pain as you moved your still injured leg.

“Why do you say that? You're very grumpy lately, tesoro,” she said, sitting next to you and brushing a lock of hair away from your face.

“It must be that I didn't do photosynthesis today,” you said ironically, opening the book and ignoring the brunette's gaze. “Hey, where's Angie?”

“Oh, um, I deactivated her for a while, I think she was giving you nothing but trouble,” she explained, fluffing a cushion and placing it behind you in a motherly way, something you began to hate deeply.

“I never thought I'd say this but... I miss her,” you said sighing, hissing in pain as you held the book. Those crutches hurt your hands terribly.

“Wait, stop, let me help you,” she said, taking the book from your hands. “Okay, that's it...”

“You don't have to...” you protested, shaking your head.

“How about I read to you? You'll get less tired that way,” she suggested in an innocent way.

“No,” you said abruptly, snatching the book from her hands. “Don't you have to make your dolls?”

“N-No, I p-prefer to stay with you,” she stammered with a smile deformed by your abruptness.

“You know what? I don't want you to stay with me,” you said, without looking at her face. “I want to be alone, Donna.”

“But...”

“Is it really so hard for you to understand that I want some room? You haven't left me alone for a month, treating me like a baby, no, like a doll... Is that what I am to you? A broken doll?” you said angrily, leaving the book and crossing your arms.

“What? Why, why do you talk to me like that?” the lady asked with a sad look, controlling the tone of her voice. “Does it hurt?”

“No, it doesn't hurt! I can't breathe, you don't let me live, you don't let me breathe! I'm sick of you!” you screamed irrationally. “Leave me alone!”

“(Y/N)…” she whispered, surprised by your reaction. “I'm just trying to…”

“Take care of me? You just annoy me, Donna,” you growled, crossing your arms. “I want you to leave me alone, to stop making soup, to revive Angie, to things to be like before, is that too much to ask?”

“That's, that's what I'm trying to do, for you to recover and…” she said, blinking nervously.

“No!” you shrieked, gesturing with your arms. “What you're trying to do is turn me into a doll.”

“How can you say that?” Donna asked in a harsher tone, getting up from the couch. “I can't believe you're that ungrateful.”

“You bore me, Donna, leave me alone, I can do everything myself, I don't need you, do you understand?” you said in an unpleasant way. “Let me breathe.”

“I…” she murmured, nervous and confused, with tears in her eye that soon ran down her cheek. “I've done something wrong… I've let you down and… You'll leave me…”

“Stop talking nonsense, I just want you to stop treating me like a useless person,” you said, with that same arrogance. “Can you do it?”

“I, I love you, and… I don't want anything to happen to you and… Have I done wrong? What have I done? What…?” she said nervously, shaking her head and squeezing it in her hands. “I just wanted to take care of you…”

“Donna,” you said, relaxing your attitude when you saw her nervous. “Listen, Donna, I…”

“You can't leave me, you can't… You can't… You, you need me…”

“No, that's not true,” you said softer. “Not the way you think, honey.”

“No…! No…!” she shrieked, disappearing down the hall, finally leaving you alone.

Your contained rage forced you not to move, to read quietly as you wished, at least for a while.

The sun disappeared from the window and with the nightfall your thoughts relaxed. Yes, maybe Donna was overwhelming but… You loved her, you loved her just the way she was.

“I'm stupid…” you muttered, closing the book and picking up your crutches.

It was time for an apology. Overwhelming or not, she had taken better care of you than anyone else. Maybe you were that grumpy.

“Shit!” you screamed when one of your crutches got tangled in the carpet, making you fall to the floor with a crash. “Oh…”

Lying on the cold wooden floor, with the only vision of the ceiling and unable to get up, you began to understand your situation. You couldn't believe what you said to poor Donna, your stupid way of reacting to her excessive care.

She was very overwhelming, she worried too much but… How could you live without her? You simply couldn't.

The feeling of being wrapped in her arms was present in the absence of her warmth surrounding you, in the lack of her kisses, her caresses. After all, it was your fault and she, she was only trying to take care of you, in her own way.

The sound of the heels distracted you from your regret and the lady in black appeared, eclipsing the vision you had of the ceiling.

“Yes, I know, I'm stupid, ungrateful...” you murmured, sobbing before her cold gaze, one that revealed a terrible crisis that fortunately you didn’t see. “I fell... But, but I was going to apologize to you.”

“Mm,” she murmured, with her hands on her hips.

“I know I've been mean to you and I know your intentions were good but... I was just a bit overwhelmed and... Well, I think I took it out on you,” you explained.

“Did you hurt yourself?” she asked, helping you to stand up without saying another word, checking your condition.

“Um, no…” you sighed, letting yourself be helped and led back to the couch. “Hey, Donna… I, I'm sorry.”

“What are you sorry about?” she asked, without looking at your face, playing with her hands in her lap.

“I'm sorry for saying those things to you and telling you that… That I didn't need you,” you whispered embarrassed.

She nodded slowly.

“I didn't know I was doing things wrong, (Y/N), I just wanted you not to hurt yourself and…” the lady sobbed, shaking her head. “I'm useless.”

“Don't say that,” you said, interrupting her laments. “Donna, you're a wonderful woman, really. No one has treated me as well as you but… Well, it's just that I like to feel that I'm not a burden, you know, that I can do things by myself.”

“You'll never be a burden to me,” Donna murmured, shyly taking your hand and caressing it to relax herself.

“Hey, let's forget it, okay? I just ask that you don't be so... Well, that you let me eat by myself, at least,” you joked, turning her head slowly, wiping away one of her tears.

“O-Okay... I'll... I'll try to be less... I,” she said, with a sad smile.

“Great, issue resolved,” you said, stealing a shy kiss on her lips, one that made her laugh softly. “I'll also let you... Well, help me. Look, for example, I'd like to read one of the books that are upstairs, the day I went up they seemed very interesting to me…”

“A book from upstairs?” she asked, bewildered.

“Yeah, well, that's something I do need some help with,” you joked, nudging her. “I'll let you choose, okay?”

“O-Okay,” she said with a sincere smile again, getting up from the couch.

You laughed, pulling her back to steal another kiss as she headed for the stairs, going up to the upper floor.

“(Y/N)?” she asked after a few minutes.

“Yeah, I'm coming,” you said slowly getting up and walking towards the hall, where she was waiting for you waving a book in her hands.

“What do you think of this one?” she asked with a smile, as if she had forgotten everything that had happened. She was wonderful, really wonderful.

“Oh, yeah, great,” you said leaning on your crutches and following the lady with your eyes as she began to slowly go down.

“Cazzo!” she suddenly squealed as she tripped on the same loose bar as you comically and crashing down the stairs, landing face up in front of you. “Porca puttana…”

“Oh, my, Donna,” you said, holding back your laughter at the lady’s funny fall, one that you knew had been harmless for her. “Are you okay?”

“Y-Yes, it was nothing,” she said, proudly, rubbing her back. “Damn stairs…”

“Mm, honey…” you murmured amused as the lady stood up cursing in Italian, a golden opportunity for your sarcasm. “Relax, I’ll make you some soup right now…”

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You can call me babe...not just for the weekend | Conrad Fisher x Reader

Advent calendar day seven: Tis the damn season

Summary: You and Conrad explore a road you never did before when come back to your hometown for the holidays

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Bundled in your warm coat and scarf, you walked down the streets of Boston with a cup of hot coffee in your right hand, looking for last minute presents while drinking in the feeling of home. Around you, the shops were adorned with twinkling holiday lights, painting a very different picture than in Los Angeles’s December. Especially with the light layers of snow all over the city.

Although you loved living in Los Angeles, there was nothing better than a snow-y Christmas.

You missed it the past two years.

The faint scent of fresh fir and pine coming from the Christmas tree market at the end of the street brought a nostalgic smile to your lips. When you were little, your dad would let you pick a tree — which was always way too big for the living room.

You entered the bookshop, browsing around for a possible novel to read during your vacation when your eyes caught a familiar face between the aisles.

‘’Conrad?’’

Hearing his name, the brunet lifted his gaze. He couldn’t believe what he was seeing. You. In Boston.

‘’Hi,’’ he said, completely struck.

You walked over to him, pausing your shopping, and Conrad put down the book he was holding.

‘’I haven’t seen you in a while. It’s good to see you.’’

He had changed — grown — since you last saw him. His hair was a bit longer at the back and his jawline was sharper, but he still had that navy sweater he wore to every Christmas party at school. It has reindeers and snowflakes on it.

‘’I just got here last night,’’ he explained, giving you a small smile that fell soon after, as if regretting it. ‘’I didn't know you were coming this Christmas.’’

‘’I was beginning to miss the snow,’’ you said, then took a sip of your coffee. ‘’How’s your mom?’’

Conrad was relieved for a conversation shifter. ‘’She’s great.’’ He smiled again. ‘’We’re hosting a massive Christmas dinner this year and, you know her, she went all out. She turned our house into a place that looks like it came straight from a cheesy Hallmark holiday movie.’’

A chuckle spilled from your lips. Susannah always loved holidays — 4th of July, Thanksgiving, Christmas. She tended to go a bit overboard with the decorations, but she always prepared the most delicious feasts for her guests. Although she was no Martha Stewart, her dinner table was one for the magazines.

‘’Did your dad put the big star at the top of the house? I couldn’t see it from my window last night.’’

‘’Eh, no.. He didn’t…’’ You could sense that Conrad was holding something back, something he didn’t know how to tell you. ‘’Dad moved out last summer. He…’’ There was a short pause before he spilled the truth, having never said it out loud before. ‘’He cheated on my mom.’’

Your stomach sank and your heart ached for Susannah. You never would have taken Mr. Fisher for a cheater, but you can never really know someone.

‘’I’m sorry.’’

‘’Why for? You’re not the one who had an affair with his secretary,’’ Conrad said, clearly still pissed about the situation and resenting his dad. Getting a silence from you, Conrad took back his words. ‘’I should not have said that…’’

You shook your head. ‘’It’s okay,’’ you assured him. ‘’Is Jeremiah coming for the holidays? He’s in college now, right?’’

‘’Yeah. Him and Belly both go to Finch, so they are driving together tonight. Steven should get here tomorrow.’’

Steven. You hadn’t heard of him in a while. The last time you spoke to him was to congratulate him for getting into Princeton. The big news was the reason why you had changed his name for Princeton boy on your phone. It was a nod to one of your favorite movies — A Cinderella story.

A smile drew on your lips. ‘’Seems like everyone is back in town this year.’’

‘’Like the old days,’’ Conrad confirmed, his smile tighter than yours.

⁂

The second time you ran into one of the Fisher brothers, you were getting lunch by yourself at your old favorite café and typing a few lines for your next novel. Christmas chaos had started at home and writing was impossible with your mother’s holiday music blasting while she was working on tomorrow’s dinner.

You heard him before you saw him.

‘’Oh my god, am I seeing right?’’

You raised your head, recognizing the dark blond curls spilling from under his hat that just entered the café. He skipped the counter and went straight for your table, pulling you in for a hug.

‘’I can’t believe you’re here! It’s been so long,’’ Jeremiah said, his smile so big you would think he had won a trip to Cabo.

You talked for a few minutes, catching up on small things, but he unfortunately couldn’t stay long as he was meeting with Belly to go Christmas shopping. You wished them good luck, the shopping malls likely chaotic forty-eight hours before Christmas.

‘’Before I go, there’s a huge New Year party at Este’ house next week,’’ Jeremiah informed, fixing his jacket and grabbing his coffee from the table. ‘’Everyone is gonna be there. You should come.’’

It was kind of him to invite you, but you were hesitant.

‘’I haven’t spoken to anyone since moving across the country, I doubt they’ll want me there…’’

Jeremiah tilted his head, giving you a look. ‘’Don’t say that. I’m sure someone will be interested in hearing about all of your celebrity friends. If you tell anyone you’ve met Ariana Grande in a restaurant, they’ll want to be best friends.’’

You shook your head. Of course he would mention Ariana Grande. The two of you used to sing her music in the car and have midnight release parties every time a new album came out.

‘’I don’t have any celebrity friends to gossip about. And if I did, I would be a bad friend for gossiping about them at a party in my hometown.’’

⁂

A Hallmark holiday rom-com was playing on TV when you received a text from Conrad. His contact picture was a selfie of you and him at the beach in Cousins. You visited him for the 4th of July the summer before you parted ways to different colleges.

From Conrad: Do you want to drive around and look at Christmas lights together?

A smile drew across your face. It was an old tradition from when you were kids. The two of you would walk around the neighborhood on the first night of Christmas break and look at all the decorated houses. You always looked forward to that special night. Then, when Conrad got his license, you broadened your itinerary to other neighborhoods and added hot chocolates and stolen holiday desserts from your respective houses to the tradition.

You didn’t bother changing out of your pajamas, adding a sweater over your shirt and slipping on your boots before heading out.

‘’Where’s your coat?’’ Conrad asked when you opened the passenger door and got in.

‘’We’re staying in the car, I don’t need it,’’ you replied, closing the door and pulling your seatbelt.

Conrad sighed and turned the heater higher.

‘’I’m gonna be honest, I was surprised to get a text from you. I got the impression that you weren't as pleased to see me as I was yesterday.’’

‘’No. It wasn’t that,’’ he assured, taking his eyes off the road to look at you briefly. ‘’To me, it was unlikely that you would come to Boston again since your life is in Los Angeles now. I was just shocked to see you in town.’’

A teasing smile curled on your face. ‘’Aw, you were starstruck by me?’’

‘’I didn't say starstruck…’’ Conrad protested, shaking his head as you twisted his words around.

The conversation was quickly dropped, something massive and green catching your attention on your side of the street. ‘’Oh, look on my left, they dressed up their 50 feet skeleton in a Grinch costume!’’

⁂

‘’What are you doing here?’’ your mother asked, her arms crossed as swatched you in the kitchen making yourself a cup of tea on New Year’s eve, eyeing you with a mixture of disbelief and surprise.

You gave her a confused look, a teaspoon in one hand and a teabag dangling from the other. ‘’I’m on vacation… Mom, did you have too much eggnog or something?’’

‘’I mean, what are you doing at home on New Year’s eve? Don’t you have a party to go to? I’m sure your old friends missed you.’’

Letting out a sigh, you resumed preparing your tea, pouring hot water into the cup. ‘’Jeremiah invited me, but I don’t think I’m gonna be going. We can watch Ryan Seacrest’s Rockin New Year together—’’

Your mother leaned against the kitchen counter, a faint frown on her face. ‘’You should go. No twenty-year-old should stay at home on New Year’s eve,’’ she insisted, glancing at the clock on the wall. ‘’Is Conrad gonna be there?’’

You shrugged, stirring the tea. ‘’I don’t know.’’

She pointed at your cup. ‘’Give me that tea and get ready for that party.’’

⁂

Leave it to you to be overdressed at a small town New Year party. Since moving to Los Angeles, you had to level up to their standards of fashion, but now you were sticking out like a sore thumb in this suburban crowd.

You walked further into the house, trying to find familiar faces, but you didn’t recognize half of them. They must have recognized you by the sour look they gave you. You couldn’t tell if it was because of your dress or because they didn’t like that you were at the party. You tried to ignore them. There was a reason you left town and it wasn’t only for bigger career opportunities.

‘’Happy new year!’’ Belly greeted over the loud music, grinning excitedly with a red cup in her hand and a pair of ‘2024’ gold glasses on her face. She pulled you in a hug, giving you a better welcome than your old classmates. She held you at arm’s length, looking you up and down. ‘’Wow, that dress looks so good. It’s like a mirrorball.’’

You smiled and thanked her for the compliment. ‘’You don’t think it’s too much?’’

She shook her head. ‘’It’s better to be overdressed than underdressed,’’ she assured you, quoting Susannah. ‘’Come. Steven has been talking about you non-stop since Jeremiah told him you were in town and coming to the party.’’ Belly gave the boys a glance on the other side of the room, both talking by the windows, then pulled you through the sea of people.

‘’There she is,’’ Steven exclaimed when seeing you approach, being the last of the group to see you.

You pulled him in a short hug. ‘’Hey, Steven.’’

Seeing your empty hands, Jeremiah offered to get you a drink. He enumerated the small selection available in Este’s kitchen, but your attention was drawn away when you caught Conrad sitting with a couple of friends on the couches with a beer in hand. Your eyes lingered on him more than necessary. You couldn’t help it, he looked so handsome in a button up and sweater.

‘’So, which one is going to be?’’ Jeremiah said, still waiting for your choice of drink.

As the night went on, you lost sight of him. You and Belly laughed while the boys did karaoke, duetting musicals and acing every song. Parties in Los Angeles were not as laid back. Everyone would have booed if someone had pulled out the karaoke machine.

Steven was in the middle of an impressive solo when you caught Conrad heading outside to the balcony. You glanced at your friends, then back at the sliding door, and excused yourself to the bathroom. You came to the party in hopes to see him, you couldn’t not talk to him.

As you stepped onto the balcony, the cool night air enveloped you, causing goosebumps to rise on your barely covered skin. Even with tights, that dress was not approved for the winter chill. Trying to ignore the high chances of catching a cold, you walked up to Conrad, who was leaning against the railing, gazing at the illuminated neighborhood by himself.

‘’I’ve been looking for you,’’ you said, your voice breaking the silence.

‘’Me?’’

You hummed, joining him in his gazing. ‘’Aren't you cold out here?’’

‘’No, not really.’’ He shifted his eyes to you, noticing the absence of a coat over your shoulders. ‘’You sure are cold.’’

You chuckled, rubbing your arms in a futile attempt to generate warmth. ‘’Maybe a little.’’

Without asking, Conrad pulled you closer, wrapping a comforting arm around your shoulders. ‘’Better?’’

You leaned into his side, a smile gracing your lips as the woodsy undertones of his cologne enveloped your senses with every breath. ‘’Better.’’

‘’How was your Christmas?’’ he asked.

‘’Great.’’ Your answer came across as cold, but it wasn’t intentional. ‘’Did Susannah make you wear matching Christmas sweaters again?’’

Conrad groaned, confirming that she did. ‘’She got us matching pajama bottoms too, this year. It’s horrendous.’’

‘’I’m sure you looked cute— that it was cute,’’ you quickly corrected.

‘’I assure you, it was not,’’ Conrad denied, shaking his head at the memories. ‘’Mom put reindeer ears on Jeremiah’s head for the family portrait and I had a Santa hat.’’

You could totally imagine Conrad in a Santa hat and Christmas pajamas.

‘’Conrad?’’ He hummed, waiting for you to continue. ‘’Do you ever think of us? The ‘us’ before I moved to California?’’

The two of you were very close since third grade, but once you moved to California, you got radio silence from Conrad. No texts. No phone calls. Nothing.

‘’What do you mean?’’

You distanced yourself from him, preferring to be cold rather than close to someone who was playing fool. ‘’You know what I mean.’’

‘’You’re going back to L.A. in a couple of days. It doesn’t matter…’’

‘’It does!’’ you finally said, a mix of emotions coating your voice. ‘’I miss us. I miss us everyday, and after these past days, I don’t think I can go back to not speaking to you. I’m asking you one last time, Conrad, if you miss us too, please say it so we can stop acting like stupid teenagers and face what this is like adults.’’

Inside the house, you could hear people loudly counting down to midnight, meaning there wasn’t much time left.

Talking about feelings was always difficult with Conrad. He preferred to bottle them and be miserable instead of facing them.

‘’Of course I do,’’ he admitted with a rare vulnerability. ‘’No one matters more to me than you.’’

You didn’t hear the countdown reaching its end when you leaned up and pressed your lips against his, finally exploring the road untraveled by. You thought it would feel strange to cross the friendship line, but it wasn’t. It was easy and comfortable.

Conrad pulled you back to him with a hand on the small of your back, the sequins of your dress scratching his skin. You wrapped your arms around his neck, as if you were scared he would break the kiss too soon or just…run.

When the kiss did break, Conrad didn’t run. He was smiling down at you as cheers roared from inside the house, the clock having struck midnight.

‘’It almost doesn’t feel real,’’ you said, looking into his beautiful eyes.

Conrad leaned down to kiss you again. ‘’How about now?’’ He had an ever present smile on his lips, the kind of smile that couldn’t be broken by anything. The kind of smile that was from pure happiness.

Starting to feel too cold, the two of you headed back inside to grab your coat and leave. As you were maneuvering through the people, Jeremiah didn’t fail to notice Conrad’s hand holding yours. He elbowed Belly, who squealed excitedly.

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pharawee · 1 year ago

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Gather around, fellow BL aficionados, it's time for part four of my Pit Babe novel commentary.

(And if you want to catch up, here are parts 1, 2 and 3.)

A word of warning: since I'm pretty far into the novel now (every post summarises five chapters) expect heavy spoilers, plot twists and revelations.

Oh, and omegaverse shenanigans. So many omegaverse shenanigans. You've been warned.

Also, a small warning for talk about and the aftermath of SA. As usual, please take care. 💜

Now, where were we? Oh, yeah: Way is the big bad enigma and he's been hypnotising Babe all this time - but gently (tm) because, you see, Way really, really loves Babe so that makes it all right...

Yeah, no. Get fucked, Way.

Currently, Way is still passed out on the floor, but as soon as Babe has come to terms with whatever the hell just happened, Charlie (who came to Babe's rescue just in time, remember?) offers to wake him up.

How? Oh, that's easy. He can put people to sleep at will. It's one of the many powers he absorbed from other powered alphas. That's his whole thing: he steals powers and just keeps them - like Rogue in X-Men but without any of the downsides. And as long as he's alive, the powers stay with him, never to return to their previous owner. Unless they die, in which case Charlie loses that particular power forever. Which in turn means that if Charlie dies... but keep that in mind for later.

Oh, and another one of Charlie's powers: changing his scent at will. Goddammit, Charlie.

As for how he knew that Babe was in danger? Jeff told him because he can see into the future. X-Men omegaverse, here we go.

But anyway, when Way wakes up he's confused because the last thing he remembers is SAing his supposed best friend. Now there's Charlie staring daggers at him, and one very angry Babe. Since Way is pathetic (but not the good kind) he attempts to explain: yes, he's actually Babe and Charlie's adoptive brother. Their father sent him to lure Babe back home and, well, get him pregnant. That was ten (10) years ago.

But, you see, Way is such a nice guy (tm), he didn't want to force Babe! Instead, he set out to ruin him for everyone else, thereby making it impossible for him to grow or heal or trust or love. Whenever Babe met someone he connected with, Way swooped in to poison his mind. And whenever Babe recoiled from that new connection, he turned to Way - the only person he could 100% trust. Or so he was made to believe.

So the Babe we meet at the beginning of the novel (and series) isn't really Babe at all. It's the version of Babe Way wants him to be - and for what? For ten years of pining and mindfuckery? What the hell kind of plan is this?

Oh yeah, the kind that gets you punched in the face. Thank you, Babe, you're really speaking my mind here.

And this is the part where the novel really shines because it doesn't just gloss over the implications of abuse. It doesn't leave Way's many empty apologies uncommented:

"I know what I did was unforgivable. I—" "Did you just realize this? Are you like this because I found out just in time?" Babe's voice boomed as anger flared in his heart. No matter how hard he tried to suppress it, he couldn't. "When I'm unconscious, you can assume it's okay to do it, right?" "I didn't want to do it at all…" "I don't care!" Babe shouted. "The point is, I don't want it! And you have no right to do this to me!"

But when Way's attempts to nice-guy himself out of his predicament don't work, he tries to shift the blame onto Charlie. Because Charlie lied too and, after all, didn't Way warn Babe about him?

Yeahhh, he's still trying to manipulate Babe. Way isn't sorry at all, he's only sorry he's been caught. Or, as the novel aptly puts it:

For Way, this might be like a love confession. But for Babe, it was no different from admitting his crimes.

But the novel doesn't leave it at that.

"So what's next?" Babe asked in a calm voice. "Should I thank you?" "What…" "I asked if I should thank you because you didn't rape me?" [...] "Should I thank you for not forcing me to bear your child?" "Babe…" “Even for my life, my body, and everything about me, I still have to wait for your mercy?”

And that's that. Ten years of (false) friendship have been erased just like that.

Really, I'm sorry for adding so many quotes but this whole chapter is just perfect in its blunt directness. It excels in giving Babe back his autonomy - the very thing Way has taken from him.

We'll return to our regularly scheduled omegaverse shenanigans after this bit:

"Did you know that every time you said that [there was never anyone suitable for me], it made me feel like I didn't deserve anyone's love?" [...] "And it's as if the only love I can receive is love from you…" Babe's sobs were so loud that his voice trailed off, but he took a deep breath and continued talking: "…but you never asked me what I really want." [...] "You only care about your own desires. You want to have me. You want to have children. You tried to make me love you and then agree to have children with you. Even though you always knew that I never wanted to have children." "I know you don't want to have children. And I know why," Way replied with a look that seemed to understand. But Babe knew that he didn't understand anything, not at all. "But because I know. That's why I want to change your mind." "It's not your job to change me."

And then, when Way has the audacity to try and hug him, Babe throws him over his shoulder and slams him right onto the floor, and even Charlie is like, damn, guess for a moment there I forgot how amazing Pit Babe is.

Damn right he is!

Later that night, things are winding down and Charlie insists on staying with Babe - just to make sure he's all right. Because unlike some people (!) he actually knows when to give Babe some space, and so he settles down on the couch in the living room while Babe stays in his bedroom.

But, understandably, Babe can't sleep. There's too much on his mind, none of it particularly good. He misses Charlie and, really, he's in dire need of an emergency hug.

It's Babe who approaches Charlie (only of course Charlie knew all along because he has super hearing now and he heard Babe's tossing and turning. Goddammit Charlie). They reconcile and it's really sweet because, in stark contrast to Way, Charlie's apology is heartfelt and reassuring and full of compassion. He also knows that Babe has been through a lot, so when Babe engages in their usual ritual of make-up sex, Charlie is hesitant:

Babe is so strong that he can lift bigger people and throw them to the ground. But believe me, no one is mentally strong enough to not be hurt by dirty things like that.

I just love how clear and concise the novel is on this part.

Anyway, they talk it out and Babe says that he wants to try anyway. What follows is a really sweet sex scene (but don't worry, Babe's still getting railed by his daddy to his heart's content - some things just don't change). There's talk about wild horses. I don't know why and honestly I'd rather not dwell on it.

Meanwhile, Way is being chewed out by Khun Tony (aka everyone's least favourite adoptive father). He's quite a bit upset but, honestly, what did he expect? He's the one with the stupid plan in the first place. Why did he even agree to let Way pine into Babe's general direction FOR TEN YEARS until he maybe catches feelings? The dude can hypnotise people! Just order him to do his evil immoral job!

But anyway, it's too late now. Babe's powers are already gone so breeding him (whyyy...) is pointless. Tony has a new target now: Charlie.

To my immense relief even Way is like, ew.

But it matters little because daddy dearest has contigency plans in place (and where were these plans TEN YEARS AGO - worst evil alpha breeder ever!). He orders Way to leave X-Hunter and return home immediately - and who knows, once Charlie is out of the picture Babe might end up as leftovers for him. Okay then.

In happier news, Charlie wakes up the next day with Babe's hand on his, well, little Charlie. I'm not being a prude here, that's what Babe calls it. It's a whole conversation, followed by - you guessed it - more sex.

Something is different this time, however. Without hesitation, Babe tells Charlie that he loves him, and then he asks him to be his boyfriend - to which Charlie eventually agrees. More sex happens. Actually, all of this happened during a blowjob which is very on brand for Babe. Things get disgustingly cute when Babe realises that this is the first time they're ~making love~ as boyfriend and boyfriend. This leaves him incredibly shy. Thanks to Way's meddling, he never had a boyfriend, after all. This is his first time being in love, and it's exactly as adorable as it sounds. Only with more mindblowing sex.

This includes sex in Charlie's supercar after a training session right on the racetrack (again I ask, have you even seen the interior of a racecar? How? Where? And who's cleaning this up? The mechanics??) as Jeff and Alan watch from afar.

"Why don't the two of them get out of the car?", Jeff said quietly as he looked at Charlie's car which had been parked near the finish line for a while and he saw no signs of it coming down.

Oh, my sweet summer child.

But yes, I'm happy to report that Jeff and Alan are probably going to be a thing in the novel too. This Jeff isn't a mechanic though. He doesn't even study engineering but oceanography (because he likes the ocean even though he's never seen it - live your dreams, my dude!).

As they sit and bicker, Jeff is suddenly struck by what seems to be another vision of the future. Whatever it is, it can't be good because it makes Jeff cry. Uh-oh.

He asks Charlie to meet him at his condo, and Charlie immediately notices that something's wrong. Only this time it's not Babe he needs to worry about. It's all of them.

I'm worried too but mostly for my own sanity.

Remember when I first explained about Tony's evil breeding program? Ah, those were easier, more pleasant times. Because now Tony figures that if he can't get an enigma to impregnate Charlie, he'll just get Charlie to impregnate an omega (because apparently there's a 50% chance that the baby will be an alpha with special traits - why is this novel explaining Mendel's laws of omegaverse inheritance to me?) .

Jeff is an omega.

And this is what Jeff saw: if they don't act now, at some point in the future Tony will have Charlie and Jeff brought back "home" and use aphrodisiacs on them (one up for the trope counter!). Jeff will get pregnant and as soon as their baby is born Tony will dispose of both Jeff and Charlie. This will cause Babe to seek revenge and get killed in the process.

What did I just read?

The novel keeps this from us for a while, and just casually mentions that Charlie isn't overly worried. He even finds the time to be jealous when one of Babe's old acquaintances shows up to Charlie's next race. They argue. The race starts without them reconciling, so naturally that means Charlie has an accident during the race.

It's bad enough that he's transported to the ER. But as the whole team anxiously awaits any kind of news, Babe realises in dawning horror that his heightened senses are slowly returning to him. He can hear Charlie's slowing heartbeat and the doctors fighting to reanimate him.

He listens as Charlie is pronounced dead.

The novel then cuts to Charlie's funeral which is only attended by a handful of people, mostly members of Team X-Hunter. Babe does not cope well at all but at least he's got Alan and Jeff to take care of organisational things.

Speaking of Alan and Jeff. These two have grown quite a bit closer. Close enough that Jeff asks Alan to let him take a look at Charlie's crashed car. The police are already investigating but Jeff wants to see for himself. Hm.

Meanwhile, Babe is alone at his condo, going through several stages of grief all at once (really, it's heartbreaking but so is the length of this post so I'm trying to keep things short). He's interrupted during the bargaining stage by someone knocking at the door. It's Way and he's come to offer his help. Babe might be grieving but he's not stupid, and so they meet up at a coffee shop nearby.

Way all but confirms that Charlie's accident was Tony's doing. What he meant to do was incapacitate Charlie but unfortunately Charlie died. OOPS. What a brilliant plan, really.

Seems like even Way has had enough of Tony's evil schemes so he's banded together with another enigma in order to bring Tony down. Said enigma is actually Tony's eldest "son" who seems to have escaped from his control to do his own (financially very successful) thing and bide his time until Tony eventually slips up.

That enigma is none other than Pete.

That's right. Pete and Way have teamed up to bring down Tony, and they're asking Babe to help them. Babe tentatively agrees.

While this is going down, Jeff visits some random uncle's secluded house. He's greeted by none other than Charlie (now somewhat worse for wear but very much still alive) who's faked his own death with the help of a man named Reval. Charlie feels guilty for lying to Babe again but they can't involve him in this: once hypnotised, he's still under Way's influence (uh-oh...) and could risk all of their careful planning.

Their plan? Getting rid of Charlie's powers before Tony can get to them.

This is where Reval comes in. He also has powers: he can somehow disconnect an alpha (or omega or enigma, I suppose) from their powers - which is apparently a very difficult and time-consuming process (and would otherwise kill the alpha), especially with someone with as many powers as Charlie.

Why does Reval do this? Oh, he's Babe's real father who's been in hiding until now out of shame and guilt (and some memory loss). Surprise!

Also, very convenient. 🤡

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valley-of-headcanons · 6 months ago

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If I can request, you did the way the bachelorettes react to ex-stardom. I enjoyed it so much and would love to see it for the bachelors too?

I love your writings ;u; ♡

bachelors reacting to your ex-stardom || headcanons

being in the limelight was fun for a while, but settling down is definitely what you needed. but how would your partner react to your past? part one here!

warnings: nothing that i can see! :)

requested by: anon! hii, thank you so much for the request! this topic is pretty interesting, and i really enjoyed writing for everyone! be sure to check out part one, it adds a little more context and i think it's super duper cool and you're definitely missing out. anyway! hope you enjoy :)

alex

• You and Alex were on the beach, resting after tossing around the Gridball. He got on the topic of his dream of playing Gridball professionally, and how although he wanted to make it big and turn his passion into a profession, he wouldn't know what to do with himself. He's been such a shut-in these last few years, only really hanging out with you and his grandparents. The fame sounds so scary. But ... you knew that all too well. He didn't know that, though. Maybe it was time.

• You slowly told Alex that you knew a lot about being famous, before explaining who you were. “Wait- what?! Why didn't you tell me sooner?! I love your music! Genuinely, like I listen to it all the time ... I know it's not really the manliest choice and it's my guilty pleasure- not to say men shouldn't listen to your music! Oh my yoba- sorry- ... I love your music. That's what I'm trying to say. It's really really good.”

• As you explained why you left the limelight, Alex nodded understandingly. “Yeah, Gridball will always be a dream of mine, but the people I'd be around are probably not good. Maybe staying in the town isn't such a bad idea, huh? I don't think anyone could really beat hangin' with you, grandma, and grandpa.”

• Alex soon opened up about which of your songs was his favorite, and asked in depth about them. There were some that really spoke to him emotionally, and he had a really bad time dealing with that sort of stuff. The fact that you created something he relates to makes him happier than ever! He scored pretty good, if he says so himself.

• Regardless of your old fame, he's still deeply in love with you. He admires your talent, but that doesn't overshadow how you've helped him in his life since you've actually been in it. He will still listen to your music, but maybe a little more publicly. He wouldn't tell anyone unless you said it was okay, but he'd totally be bragging about you if he were allowed.

elliott

• Elliott was not having a great writing session. He invited you over, incredibly stumped with his latest novel. He was bouncing ideas off of you left and right, but nothing would stick! You mentioned that music could be an inspiration, and it was like a lightbulb smacked him in the forehead. He raced over to his stereo and turned on the radio. A cheese-y pop tune ... YOUR cheese-y pop tune. He was embarrassed over the pop playing and immediately turned it, but he did notice your expression and inquired.

• You explained that the song on the radio was a song that you wrote and sang yourself. He was startled at first. “I didn't know we had such a big star in our midst! Are those your lyrics as well? I didn't pin you as such a wonderful writer, but I am so grateful! Someone that shares my writing prowess! I knew some invisible string brought us together!”

• As you continue to explain your past and why you came out to Pelican Town, Elliott nods along, hearing your story. “I didn't realize how similar we are. I understand wanting to get away from it all, that's why I'm out here as well. I suppose you came here to get away from your work, and I came to get closer to it. How awfully poetic that is, don't you think?”

• He asked a lot of questions, really diving deep into your mind. Of course, he only asked if you were comfortable with it. He loved analyzing people's minds, especially if they were different from his own. He may or may not use some of these aspects of your life in his new novel. With your permission, of course. You've always been his biggest muse.

• Elliott is invested in your life, like any good partner should, and admires your creative talent. This only heightens his view of you, as you are an artist, just like him. Despite the different mediums, you two share a lot in common. He would love you regardless of this aspect, but this only draws you two closer.

harvey

• Harvey was giving you a check-up, which was a bit unethical now that you were dating, but eh. He's the only doctor in the town and he's very worried about your health. He noticed that you mentioned a previous injury when checking your knee reflexes. This injury has occurred in a rehearsal for one of your tours. You didn't want to lie to your sweet boyfriend, so you had to admit the truth.

• As he wrote on his clipboard your reasoning, he stopped for a moment. “Tour? Popstar? Is this one of your sarcastic comments that I'm not getting? ... oh, really? You've never mentioned that part of your life before. Please, if you want to open up about it, show me some of your work once we get home. I hate to admit, but I'm fairly curious,” he said with a soft, caring smile.

• When you two get home after the checkup, he starts to cook dinner. “Please, keep me company while I cook. If you'd like to share some stories ... well, only if you're comfortable with it, I know that you got away from fame for a reason, but ... I want to know that part of your life, just like I know this one. Indulge me, if you would, my love.”

• He tries his best to support this part of your life, even if he wasn't involved. He ends up purchasing a lot of your old music and keeping a collection, showing it as a sign of affection. He listens to it while he does household chores, humming along to your songs happily while you're away.

• Harvey didn't mind this aspect of your life. It was another thing that made you the person he loves. He listens to everything you say and pays attention, specifically to the parts of fame you enjoyed and didn't enjoy. He only asked about the stuff you liked, and allowed you to open up about the hard times on your own, when you were ready. He was incredibly careful about the whole thing, and wouldn't dare make you uncomfortable.

sam

• As you and Sam were relaxing in his room one day, he was fiddling with his guitar. He seemed super stumped, strumming random chords to try and make some sense. Nothing was working ... he eventually showed you something that sounds sort of functional? But this rhythm was VERY similar to a song you put out a long time ago. You let out a soft giggle, which left Sam confused. You had to explain now.

• You drop the fact that you were a popstar in a nonchalant manner, trying to make it not a huge deal. But it's Sam. Of course it's a big deal. “No. Fucking. WAY! You're kidding, you've gotta be fucking with me! And you didn't tell me?! For SHAME! As punishment, you've gotta tell me all about it and I will refuse to change the topic. Now SPILL!”

• You explained who you are and why you left everything behind, which Sam thought about for a moment. “Wow ... I never really bought about fame that way. That must've been a lot, and I really do get why you came all the way down here. I'm just glad you're here now, y'know? ... but if you do end up getting the itch to create some music again, with no strings attached to fame, I'm always here. I'd love to create somethin' sick with you.”

• Sam always asked questions about the parts of fame he didn't know much about. Did you go to any parties? Was this person actually chill or were they a dick? He was so curious and asked probably the weirdest questions imaginable, but they were refreshing. And if you weren't the first person Sam showed his music to before, you were now. He always asked for your approval, and asked how to improve. It was extremely sweet.

• Even though he was excited about everything you had presented to him, he tried his best to be respectful. If you asked him to stop, he would with a nod and a quick apology, giving you a small kiss before putting the topic to bed. He still loved you for you! This aspect about you is just so cool and interesting to him. He adores you regardless, and wouldn't trade the current version of you for anyone else.

sebastian

• Sebastian had just finished working for the day and needed to relax. He flopped down on his couch and pressed the button on his radio. The pop station came on, and he was about to turn it before you walked in. You were shocked to hear your own song playing, staring at him with wide eyes. He makes some sarcastic comments about how this is actually his music taste and you just don't understand him. He doesn't understand why you're so shocked, though.

• As you slowly drop the bomb, he lets out a little chuckle. “Hah. Funny. You can drop the act, I can tell you're fuckin' with me ... are you really a world renowned superstar with several albums with hundreds of chart toppers? Like I believe that! Why the hell would you choose Pelican Town of all places to live, huh? This is the type of town you need to run away from.”

• You eventually have to explain why you left, why that lifestyle really wasn't you. He's actually at a loss for words for a moment, before nodding. “I didn't expect that out of you, you really are full of surprises. Tell me more, if you wanna. I'd be willing to listen. If you don't wanna talk about all that shit though, it's fine. Whatever you wanna do,” he said with a welcoming smile.

• Your music was FAR from what Sebastian listened to commonly. His Radiohead collection can attest for that. But ... he decided to take a listen to your music. He's very picky usually, so this is a pretty good feat. He actually kind of enjoyed it, for once. Maybe you're leading him down the path of liking something that's not edgy. Hmm. That's nice.

• Sebastian found this part of you incredibly interesting, but he didn't ask many questions. If you wanted him to know, he would, and he respected that. He loves hearing you talk about anything that you're passionate about, or just hearing you talk in general. It's arguably one of his favorite past times.

shane

• You and Shane were sitting by the pier one night. This was Shane's safe spot, attempting not to start drinking again. You two spent several afternoons sitting under the glow of the stars with an old cassette player and some of Shane's favorite songs. One of these nights, he mentioned that his childhood dream was to be an actor, and how weird fame seemed. He would hate being famous ... and you did too. This would be a perfect time to drop this bomb.

• You mentioned your past to Shane, but he brushed it off. “Uh huh. And I'm actually a famous bowler but I fucked up my arm and now I'm destined to live the rest of my life in this little shit hole. Oh, my poor dreams. How sad,” he said, his dry humor biting with sarcasm. He noticed your facial expressions ... they weren't sarcastic. “... I'm sober right? You didn't spike my drink or somethin' and you're tryin' to fuck with me ... huh. Now that's a topic.”

• You explained everything, mainly about why you came back here. You figured Shane wouldn't really know much about who you were, that's not his type of music anyway. “Huh. Nice. I figured you were just some corporate big league who got tired of the white walls. A lot of things make a lot more sense, I guess. You're a lot more talented than I thought ... sorry, that was mean- let me rephrase ... you are talented. I really am tryin' to get better about that ...”

• Shane didn't ask much about it further, but would listen if you brought it up again. He ended up stumbling across your work ... it was way better than he imagined. Maybe because it was you. It was a source of comfort to him, and he often listened to your beautiful voice when he was in a dark time. It helped him through a lot.

• He didn't mind your past, you had a lot less skeletons in your closet than he did. He liked hearing your voice, so it was a win-win. He got this down-to-Earth side of you that he enjoys being around, but he can also listen to his star-studded partner whenever he wants. He wouldn't tell you that, though. That's his little secret.

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thesleepyfable · 2 months ago

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~ SWTD: Still Here AU Part 15: ~

You're Home:

Who's ready to meet the Muirs? This is the longest arc. I'm calling it 'Farming and Family.' If this was ever a book, yes, someone said I should publish it like Portal's Blue Sky, then these chapters would be the first novel. Also, yes, I did write this alongside all of the Operation Spy mini-arc. Next chapter might not be out till next week because of this.

Part 16:

Fiona Muir wasn't alarmed when she heard the roaring of trucks from the kitchen window. Sometimes deliveries can be made in the evening. Farming wasn't exactly a job where you could stick to a time schedule. But, when the headlights began to meet her eyes, she frowned. Her mind began to race. Were they expecting a delivery? Did Angus not tell her? Perhaps they were lost?

Then she saw the logo on the side. Cadal. Her heart sank, and her mind began to race further. She turned the tap off. She didn't notice everyone else in the house had the same reaction and began to hover. Fiona didn't wait or listen. Something in her gut told her this wasn't good. She marched to the front door, swung her oversized brown cardigan on, slipped into her muddy wellington boots, and opened the door.

'Fiona, where are you going?' her husband Logan called. She ignored him.

'Ma, wait,' her eldest Angus called. She ignored him.

'Ma,' her youngest Harris called. She ignored him.

Fiona might be a woman in her early sixties, but she still had the mental and physical energy of someone in her forties. Farming will either make you or break you. For the Muir's, it was never the latter.

Her boots crunched under the freshly layered snow. The passenger door opened, and O'Connor, Roy, and Caz jumped out. The driver kept the engine running, both for heat and to prevent it icing over. Roy, feeling like he hadn't done anything to contribute other than hide and do stock intake, took it upon himself to explain the very normalised situation. At least to everyone else on the property. They're all prepared for the reaction and it's outcomes. Caz and O'Connor went to open the van door. Roy felt like he was delivering news of Muir's death.

'Are you Fiona Muir?'

'Yes.' She took a laboured breath. 'Is this about Ewan?'

Roy nodded. Fiona's face dropped. He was quick to react. 'He's fine - don't worry - but he's - well, he's different.'

'Was it an accident?'

'Yes.' Fiona covered her mouth in shock. Her mind instantly came up with wild theories. How can Ewan even be okay if there was an accident? 'I'm sorry, but it's best you see for yourself.' The rest of the family, apart from Muir's nephew who was alseep in his crib, appeared on the doorstep. Roy noticed and made eye contact with them. 'You all can, but I must warn you, this will be a bit of a shock.'

'Well, where is-'

'I'm here, ma.' Muir's voice was weak. Shy. The usual playfulness was full of dread. It wasn't until they got into the drive that the excitement of going home became one of nerves. He was shaking, and not because of the cold. Not even Innes' touch could help. He had to let go, retreating the tendril Innes now knew every crease and line of. 'Just...Just don't scream, eh?'

The truck swung side to side, and everyone waited with baited breath. Muir's family approached, believing Ewan was going to be wheeled out on a hospital bed with 3rd degree burns or a broken bone. Why he didn't come home in an ambulance was something that didn't cross their minds. Then they saw him. His mum, dad, two brothers, their wives, and his two nieces saw what Muir had become. He towered over them, yet he felt so small. Like a toddler who's been caught drawing over the freshly painted living room walls. He couldn't look them in the eye. He felt their hearts sink and then race. What hurt was seeing Angus lightly push his nieces behind him. Muir hung his head low, as if this was all his fault.

'H-Hey, everyone. I...' What do you even say? 'I hope you had a good Christmas.' A light whimper escaped his mostly melted lips. 'I'm sorry I didn't rin-'

'Ewan?' Fiona stepped forward and gently cupped her sons face, slowly forcing him to look at her. She held back a gasp when she noticed all of his eyes moved to look at her. She began to study her middle child. From the bubbled flesh to the exposed ribs that kept his upper body from toppling over. Then she noticed his intestines hanging out. That got her to let out a deflated breath. 'I don't know where to look.' Muir's eyes filled with tears. Oddly enough, until now, he was content with his new body. He never felt ashamed, but hearing those words crushed him. He lowered his head again and silently cried. Fiona quickly knelt down to keep in his eyeline.

'Oh, baby, I'm sorry.' It was genuine. Quick to correct her mistake. 'Please forgive me. I just don't-' No. No excuses. She cried with him. 'We can fix this.'

'No, you can't,' he mumbled. 'I'm stuck like this forever.' Oh, how those words were a knife to her heart, but she was a Muir. And Muirs don't break.

'Then we'll be with you every step of the way.' With one hand, Fiona stroked Muir's arm and wiped his tears with the other. 'Please don't cry. You're home.'

Logan approached and patted Muir on the side of what should have been his shoulder. He knelt down beside his wife and pulled him into a hug. 'You're my son. How can I ever stop loving you?'

'You don't find me repulsive?'

'Well, you never were the handsome one,' Harris joked, causing his wife, Moira, to lightly smack him on the arm. Muir stifled a small laugh as his worries began to leave his mind. Why would he ever think his family would reject him? They hugged Muir as he cried. He wrapped a tendril around them all in return.

Caz turned to Roy, who was crying at the sight. 'Alright, Roy?'

'Y-Yeah.' He sniffed loudly, completely killing the moment. 'Just being silly.' But he wasn't alone. O'Connor and Raffs shed a few tears, and even the driver he sat besides was openly bawling. Whilst the family had their moment, Brodie opened the second truck for Gibbo and Addair. Innes led Rennick outside, and Trots used his tendrils to not land flat on his face in the inch thick snow and slush. Getting into the truck without legs was easier than getting out. Bonnie, Muir's eldest niece from his older brother Angus, noticed them and gasped loudly.

'Mummy. Daddy!' She pulled on their sleeves, trying to pull them away as she slipped under Muir's tendril. Bonnie was the eldest, but that doesn't mean much when you're only seven. 'There's more! There's more!' She pointed at Addair, who awkwardly froze and glanced between her and her parents before giving a small wave. Now, the initial shock just became confusion.

Muir pulled away and turned for his family to see everyone. 'Ah, so, everyone.' He wiped his tears and put on a smile. 'These are me work mates.' Yes, even Rennick and Addair, who looked surprised. 'I was hoping they could stay here. Please?' He sounded like a teenager begging for his friend to sleep over on a school night, rather than a thirty-five year old man. 'They can't go back to the cities, and they can help. What about the old barn? We can all fit and-'

'Ewan.' Logan interpreted, noticing his son began to talk too fast. 'They can stay. I'm not gonna leave you lot out in the cold. But, yes, we'll need all the help we can get. After some names, though.'

'Thank you, dad.' Muir turned and gestured for the group to approach whilst he easily stepped over his family, with his back now facing the house. 'Everyone, this is me ma and pa. Fiona and Logan. Big brother Agnus. Little shit brother 'arris.'

'Ewan, stop swearing in front of-'

'Lily, wife of Angus and Moira.' Yes, Moira Muir. 'Wife of 'arris. Bonnie and-' Muir stopped and knelt down to reach his second nieces' eyes. 'I'm sorry, I always forget your name.' An obvious joke. The girl puffed out her chest and bellowed.

'I'm Amber Night. Queen on the Universe!' Grace. Her name is Grace. She's five. Roy held back a laugh. Rennick tried not to react to the ear-piercing screams from a little girl. He's just been sleeping for the past 3 hours. He didn't need that as an alarm.

'And my nephew upstairs is Oliver.'

'Quiet the family, then?' Caz joked. Being a single child, he's never known or understood what it's like to have so many relatives. Two daughters and a wife just felt right for him. 'Pleasure to meet you.' He shook Logan and then Fiona's hands. 'We'll try and,' he let out a single chuckle. 'Answer any questions you might have.'

'Oh! Oh!' Grace yelled as she jumped up and down to get everyone's attention as she held Moira and Bonnie's hand. 'Uncle Ewan. Why are you a crab?'

'Grace!' Moira snapped. 'Don't be rude.'

'No, it's fine, Moira.' Because Muir was quick to think of an explanation a child could understand. He grinned. 'You see. I've been cursed.' Cue the dramatics. 'Cursed by the sea for stirring its waters. But, you know what's worse?'

'What?'

'I must feed. And do you know what on?'

'What?'

Muir leaned in close. Three tendrils from each side of his body sprouted and slowly reached for them. 'Children.' Cue the girls running, and Muir giving chase across the 5 acres of snowy garden before reaching the fields, laughing like a sterotypical villain from a children's show. 'You can't escape me!' Well, they're happy to have their favourite uncle back.

Caz's eyes matched Angus, and he noticed that star-struck look in his eye. Yep. Another fan. 'Wait. You're Caz McLeary.' Rennick, who was rolling his eyes to the moon and back, was right. He really was the height of shite on shore. He didn't give Caz time to answer. 'Okay. Wow. I wondered what happened to you after you retired.'

'Eh. It just felt right. Met me wife, and I could feel me body telling me to stop.' Suze. 'Oh, do you have a phone we can borrow?'

'Of course.' He turned to Logan. 'Dad.' He turned to Angus. 'I'll take who I can inside. You set Ewan and his friends up with the barn.'

The barn sat just after the cattle guard that joined the field to the garden. Logan led the infected and Innes, who should be there for Muir, but he was still too busy playing pretend with his nieces. Currently, he hung Bonnie by her ankle above his head, pretending he was going to eat her alive. Grace tapped his leg with a makeshift stick she used as a sword to save her cousin. He lightly dropped Bonnie into the snow and acted as if they had found his weak spot. Now, he was the one being chased, begging for mercy.

'So, let me get this straight.' Logan opened the barn doors, where they were greeted to stacks of hay and several barn cats. Rennick's eyes widened because that man adored cats, but he didn't want anyone to know. He lingered at the back, but he could see a couple of calico kittens as clear as day. Whatever conversation was happening around completely went in one non-existent ear and out the other. 'You drilled into something living in the oil?'

'That's the gist of it,' Addair replied. 'We came into contact with it, so we look like this now.'

'But, it suddenly died,' Trots continued.

Logan raised a brow. 'Just like that?'

'Just like that. It came from the sea, so maybe it couldn't breathe?' Trots didn't know, and he didn't care. 'It turned to dust before we could ask it anything.'

'Well, I'm sorry for what you blokes have gone through. Now,' Logan banged the door and went inside. 'We'll bring blankets. Give ye a tour if you want. Watch out for the barn cats. They hide in here most days.' Not that Rennick minded. 'It's early for bed, so please, come and sit with us. Got a lot to talk about.'

'You're too kind, Logan,' Gibbo's warm smile dropped when he heard Muir drop into the snow besides him. By now, everyone else had gone inside. He turned and saw his co-worker reaching out with a look of pain. Bonnie and Grace had somehow managed to get onto his back, where they began to tickle him. He wasn't ticklish but anything for his nieces' playtime.

'Gib...bo...Avenge me...'

Gibbo raised a brow, smiled, and turned away. 'Keep up the good work, girls.' And with that, he walked inside, leaving him to his fate.

Gently, Muir hoisted his nieces up, rolled onto his back, and set the girls down on his chest. They hugged what they could of him. Muir smiled and looked up at the clear night sky. The waning crescent moon shone brightly, and Muir's mind was at peace with himself. Despite everything that's happened to him, from the pain of transforming and losing himself to The Shape, to finally being one with Innes, he felt better than he had in months. Of course, he didn't know what was coming next, but he was ready because Ewan Derek Muir was finally home.

#Still Wakes the Deep #Still Wakes the Deep: Still Here AU #My Writing

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therantfairysblog · 3 months ago

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A literal rant lmao

Y'all, please learn to find source for something you read online ...

I have been quite active in other fandom before but i never seen so many misinfo spreading like willfire than kny fandom pls 😭

Iguro DID NOT keep ring in his estate for mitsuri y'all he deem himself unworthy and only accept her proposal for their NEXT LIFE. Pls read chapter 188 carefully y'all. <---- the irk i found about this popular hc is stonk bc this is clear mischaracterization of him. Iguro is soooo broken even though he found light in Mitsuri, he couldn't freeing himself from his self loathing 😭

The other popular hc like burying together, i find it cute but its not canon y'all and i feel like burying them separately is more appropriate plus they usually cremating their dead like zenitsu's gramp.

Another popular hc that people treat it like canon that irked me is regarding shinobu didn't tell giyuu only and telling other hashira. Noooooo they'll against it too why do you thing gyomei or Mitsuri, her bestie will allow it???? The only canon one is she telling kanao, That's it. 😭💔

If u writing headcanon, pls tell people honestly it's just a hc nothing more don't treat it like canon. I was wondering for a bit when i read all this where tf y'all found this info.

There's this canon source that y'all need to read/cross checking . Unless it was stated in this sources, whatever you read online is a headcanon 🥲

The whole manga

Anime original scene. (Yes it's canon and tight up some missing connection in the manga)

Gaiden (giyuu and rengoku)

Light novels

Corps record (official fanbook there's 2 vol if im not mistaken)

Taisho secret.

Official interviews from Gotouge (I'm not sure if there's any)

Sorry to breaking your heart obamitsu lover but here a bit anecdote from light novels as a compensation 🙏

Iguro was so worried about Kanroji's less appetite and he aware sth was troubling her. She got a little injury in her face and he get angry and want to kill the demon who did it before kanroji explained that she's already kill it. (Butterfly wings ln if I'm not mistaken) -this LN is also deal with mitsuri and shinobu close relationship and it's really cute 🥰.

When discussing about the consequences of the marks, gyomei expressed his worry on muichiro as he was so young and asked if he's okay. Muichiro telling him he may be a bit concern about it but asked gyomei back why shouldn't he worry about mitsuri, or iguro? Gyomei wonder why he brought up iguro and muichiro telling him that he was obviously in love with mitsuri. In this specific convo, gyomei aware that muichiro has become more observing and opened up to them which he was glad to see. Also this implied that the two were like a lovebirds to everyone else (except sanemi maybe bc he canonically dense about relationships) but they aren't aware lol. (Chap 4 of The Wind's Telltale Signs LN)

#demon slayer #kimetsu no yaiba #kny headcanons #light novel #canon #rant post #obamitsu #obanai iguro #mitsuri kanroji #obanai x mitsuri

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mayajadewrites · 9 months ago

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For Me (Levi Ackerman x Reader)

CHAPTER EIGHT: WINE/WINE

SPICY CONTENT AHEAD

ao3

You're on your 3rd glass of wine. You haven't been able to truly unwind in what seems like forever. Levi's company seems to be filled with the most fun people you've ever met. You bonded with Mikasa first, almost taking on the role of big sister. You and her chatted about both of your favorite books, and she praised your writing. You even gave her a sneak peek at your upcoming novel.

You start to move your hips to the music as you talk to Mikasa, glancing over at Levi who is already staring at you. You pout your lips as if you were waiting for a kiss before you let out a giggle. Levi shook his head and took a sip of his whiskey, turning his attention back to Erwin.

"Hey!! You made it!" You hear Connie yell after someone enters the bar. "Finally, took you long enough!" You look up to see Jean. He's dressed in a suit, nothing like any of Levi's suits, but a suit none the less. You give him a half smile and wave as he entered.

"Sorry I had to work late, but I'm here. Congrats Ackerman Inc!" Jean hugged Connie, Sasha, and Mikasa. He wrapped one arm around you and gave you a half hug.

"Kirstein." Levi's voice was behind you now. You felt his hand snake around your waist, pulling you closer to him using your belt loop. "Nice to see you."

Jean looked at Levi's hand placement, then to Levi, then to you. "So you were seeing someone else."

"Not when we went out, no. Levi and I started seeing each other after." You glance at Levi before looking back at Jean. "Actually, I don't need to explain myself to you."

Levi seemed satisfied with your answer, sipping his whiskey slowly. "Do we have a problem, Kirstein?"

"No, sir." Jean looked down and walked towards the bar. He looks upset, but you told him you didn't feel any romantic feelings for him. Also, you really weren't seeing Levi at the time. You shake your head, letting those thoughts go. It's not your fault.

"Hey," Levi grabs your chin gently, bringing your eyes in line with his. "Whatever thoughts you have in your head, think about something else. You're here with me."

You nod, pushing a piece of hair behind your ear. Your eyes fall to your feet when Levi tugs at your chin again. "Look at me." Levi's tone was stern. "Tell me you're okay."

"I'm okay." You nod again, giving Levi a half smile. "I just didn't expect him to be here is all. Last time I saw him I told him I didn't feel anything romantic for him and that I wasn't seeing anyone else."

"Ok, so you have no reason to feel bad. You were telling the truth. You didn't feel anything romantic for him. And you weren't seeing anyone else."

"You're right." You take another sip of your wine as Levi brings his glass of whiskey to his lips. You notice he's not the biggest fan of public displays of affection, but touches are okay. Just not kisses. You tilt your head to the side and smile at him, the whiskey creating a shine on his lips.

"You're so damn beautiful." Levi said just low enough for only you to hear him. You meet his gaze and his eyes are half lidded, the grey in his eyes almost shining.

"Thank you for coming." Erwin put a hand on your shoulder. "I would love to go out to dinner, the 3 of us one night."

"Absolutely." You nod, pulling Erwin in for a hug. "Levi seems the most happy when he's around you out of everyone."

"I think I just annoy him the least." Erwin chuckles. "Hange! Our ride is here."

"Coming!" Hange waves at everyone. "It was nice meeting you! Levi has amazing taste, if I do say so myself." Hange pushed her glasses to the bottom of the bridge of her nose, winking.

"Relax, four eyes." Levi grabs your purse off the chair you were sitting on. "Are you ready?"

"Yes." You nod. Levi's hand finds yours as he leads you out of the building. "Bye everyone!" You wave at the group that's still there (arguably the younger people). You spot Jean, who's doing shots with Connie and Sasha. He doesn't look up when you say bye.

You watched Levi as he drove, wondering if it's your hormones or the wine that's making you want him more than you ever have. Your eyes trail to his arms, then his large hands and long fingers. You unknowingly lick your bottom lip and turn your attention to the window.

Pulling up to Levi's home is like entering a different tax bracket. He owns a beautiful two story home - the outside is painted a dark grey with a black roof. His lawn is very well kept and the numbers next to his door look brand new. When you go in, it almost doesn't feel like someone lives there. It doesn't feel cozy, it feels more... cold.

"Welcome." Levi took your purse and hung it in the hallway closet. "I'll grab us some snacks and drinks and I'll meet you in my room. It's the 2nd door on the right upstairs."

Your heart starts to beat a bit faster when you realize you're going into Levi's room. Where he sleeps. Probably the most private place for him. You glance at his bed - made perfectly. The pillows look like they've never been touched. They're perfectly fluffed. Walking towards one of the nightstands, you see a photo of you and Levi that you took on his phone. He printed it out and had it put in a frame that sits next to a dish that presumably holds his watch and rings. You drag your index finger along the frame, smiling at the memory.

In the photo, You're kissing Levi's cheek and he's making his usual side eye face.

"Make yourself at home." Levi's voice entered the room before his body did. "I'm gonna change into more comfortable clothes, you're welcome to do the same." Levi turned to his dresser, pulling out perfectly folded clothes. A white t-shirt and black sweatpants. "I'll change in the bathroom, you can change in here."

Levi might have trouble controlling himself he sees you change, too.

You slip on the low-cut tank top and pajamas shorts you packed in your bag. You glance at yourself in the mirror and look at your full curves in your clothes. Your hand glides over your hips and then your stomach, a sigh releasing from your lips. "You can come out, Levi. I'm done changing." You sit on his bed.

Levi emerges from the bathroom looking as sexy as ever. His muscles line his shirt and his pants give him a relaxed look that you've never seen on him. His eyes swallow your figure on the bed, darting from your chest, to your thighs, your hips...

He walks over to the side of the bed that you're on, pressing his index finger to your chin to lift your head to look into his eyes. "You are so damn sexy." Levi plants his hands on both sides of you, inching his face closer to yours. Your breath hitches when his lips finally touch yours and you swear you feel a spark. You taste the last glass of whiskey he had on his lips. You drag your hands from his chest to wrap around his neck, bringing him closer to you.

"God, you taste amazing too." Levi pulls away for a moment before kissing you again. This time, his tongue pushes against your bottom lip, begging for entry. You oblige, opening your mouth slightly to let him in. You hear him let out a breath as he deepens the kiss, bringing his right hand to the front of your neck gently. Your skin shivers at his touch, his thumb pressing against the side of your neck.

Levi's tongue snakes into your mouth once again as his hand just so subtly tightens around your neck. You can't help but moan against the sensation. Your core is throbbing with need for Levi and you both still have all of your clothes on.

His free hand slides down the front of your body, gently kneading your chest on top of your tank top before making its way to your shorts. His long fingers find the elastic of your waistband, then go past them to your needy core. Levi's middle finger slides gently down your slit, your slick covering the tip of his finger. "So wet for me already." Levi brings the finger to his nose, almost inhaling your scent. You bite your bottom lip as he wraps his lips around his finger, tasting you. You watch as his hands go back down to your pants, this time pushing a finger through. Your body jumps with the arrival as Levi kneels down on the floor in front of you.

"Levi." You breathe deeply as he adds another finger, curling them to reach your g-spot. You look down at him and his attention is entirely on your pussy. His other hand pulls your shorts off and throws them to the side. Levi pushes your legs apart to give him the perfect view of you. He stares at your arousal coating your skin.

Without a word, Levi pushes your body back on the bed, picking your legs up to bring you to the pillows. Levi lays down on his stomach in front of you, his nose grazing your entrance. "Levi." You moan as he kisses your slit, his tongue pushing into you. His fingers find their way back into you while Levis mouth focuses on your clit. You place your hand on the top of his head, watching him go to work. He's devouring you with every suck, every lick, every touch.

Your moans are like music to his ears. He doesn't acknowledge you when they escape your lips, but his mouth move faster. He can feel your climax coming as your walls wrap around his fingers tightly, but he keeps sucking on your clit as his fingers curl.

"Levi, talk to me." You throw your head back as you feel your orgasm approaching. "Say something."

"You taste so fucking good." Levi says against your pussy. The vibrations of his words only accelerate your orgasm. "I want you to come on my fingers. Can you do that for me, pretty girl?"

Your orgasm comes to the forefront and you let your body feel the high, your walls pulsating around Levi's fingers. You gasp at the sensation as he keeps his fingers inside of you until you've come down from your high. When you look at Levi, his lips are red and puffy, and your arousal is coating his lips and nose. You watch his storm colored eyes lock with yours, his cock pressing against the fabric of his sweatpants. He brings his lips to your thighs, biting the skin. He sucks on it after, making sure you feel all types of pleasure. He leaves a trail of bruises down your right thigh before bringing his face to yours.

"Do you want to use a condom? Are you on birth control?" Levi looks at you as he presses his fingers tot he elastic on his pants.

"I'm on birth control. I'm not sleeping with anyone else, are you?"

"Absolutely not." Levi throws his pants to where your shorts are.

Levi's now hovering on top of you, the tip of his cock grazing your slit. "Are you okay?"

You nod, wanting to cover your chest. Levi notices, pulling your hands away from your skin. "Enough of that. Let me see you. Let me feel you."

He slowly slipped your shirt over your head, freeing your tits from the top. They bounced as the top was thrown on the floor. Levi looked mesmerized as his mouth latched onto your right nipple, his hand kneading your left tit. He bites down on the skin gently, leaving marks around both of your tits. His lips venture to your neck, were he sucks on your skin roughly. He's definitely marking his territory.

"Levi, I need you." You whine as you still feel just the tip of him.

"Say please." He looks up at you. You raise your eyebrow, not sure if he's serious or not.

"Please, Levi. I need you inside of me." Your tone is just above a whisper. Those words were the only ones he needed before he places one of his hands on your waist, while the over one caresses your face. His cock sinks into you, spreading your walls around him. You moan at the contact, immediately pulsating around his cock. Levi's head fell backwards, his eyes sealed shut.

He soon gained his rhythm, pulling your knee onto his shoulder as he sank his entire length into you. His thrusts were slow and deliberate. It wasn't like he was just fucking you. He was making love.

"Use your words, Levi." You moan, begging for him to talk to you.

"You feel so good." Levi winced as he quickened his pace. "Do you feel me right here?" Levi stares at you as you swear you can feel his cock in your stomach.

"Yes, Levi. Yes." You moan, hooking your leg around Levi's shoulder. For once, you don't feel self conscious of your stomach, your thighs, or chest. Levi would devour each and every inch of you.

As Levi thrusts into you, he wraps his hand around your foot that's on his shoulder, gently planting a kiss on your ankle.

He's fucking you senseless but still being gently at the same time.

You can tell he's close when his rhythm gets messy and his eyes are shut. "I'm so close, Princess. Are you?"

"Yes." You barely say before you moan his name once more, unraveling around him. Your pussy was warm and gummy against Levi's cock, his length twitching from your walls.

"Where should I come?" He asks almost innocently.

"Inside." You grip the sheets as Levi fills you with his cum. He stays in that same spot for what felt like hours, emptying himself.

Levi's breathing heavily when he finally pulls out of you. You whine from the newfound emptiness. "You're so pretty when you whine for me." Levi kisses your lips gently. "Let me get a towel for you and then you can shower." Levi slips his sweatpants on before grabbing a towel for you to clean yourself with. He grabbed a strawberry off of the tray of snacks he brought in, pressing it against your lips. "Eat this, I know you're tired." Levi smirked. "I'm gonna shower quick while you eat."

This man just rearranged your organs and is now taking care of you. You watch as he disappears into the bathroom and you replay the last hour of your life as you eat the strawberries. Your heart finally comes to a normal pace as you finish the fruit.

This man might be the death of you.

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yellowbunnydreams · 4 months ago

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Bunny Ears (Part 23) ~William Afton X F! Reader~

~Were you expecting another note? Ha! Happy Anniversary FNAF! I was also inspired by @lucigooseart and their depiction of William being a good father to Mike, so I thought we needed parental cuteness in this one!~

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CW: Minors DNI, (18+ ONLY), Female Reader, legal age gap (Reader- 20's, William - 30's), divorce/processing divorce, Afton being a sarcastic hot ass, grumpy x sunshine. Faz-Fuck TM

You and Vanessa had a full day of girly activities planned out ahead of you, and Sarah was all too happy to turn it into a full girl's day out with Charlie as well when you'd texted her about the situation, which made the small Afton exceptionally happy as she got to spend time with her best friend, aunt and you.

Sarah had driven you all to the mall, since she needed to do some clothes shopping for Charlie anyway and figured that getting a few t-shirts or something for Vanessa to have over William's wasn't a bad idea either. But as you stepped inside, it was hard to keep both of the girls under control, or rather, harder to keep the small blonde under control from dragging the much more reserved Charlie into every single shop that she saw something pretty and shiny in.

"You know," Sarah chuckled as she watched the two girls darting off in front of them towards a stationary store to look at all the pink and glittery things their little eyes could possibly concieve. "I would swear they were swapped at birth if I didn't know better."

"I did think the same thing when I first met Charlie, how did Henry produce such a quiet child?" You laughed with her, keeping an eye on your charges as well as you walked together a few paces behind them. Sarah had worn dungarees and a rainbow striped t-shirt to the outing, looking like the kindly pre-school teacher that she somehow pulled off in a more mature way that you could ever hope to.

"I'm more concerned how William produced such a confident and boisterous little girl."

"She...gets it from somewhere, I'm sure." Both of you looking at each other and laughing as you caught up to the small girls, watching them fawn over some scented glitter gel pens that you were sure were going to get lost or traded at school if you brought them for the two sweethearts.

"Mom, can me and Vanny go get pretzels, please?" Charlie tugged on Sarah's sleeve, and you watched your friend shake her head.

"No darling, remember, we're going to visit daddy at Freddy's later so you can have pizza." She explained patiently, watching the dark haired little girl's face fall before she gave a cute gap-toothed smile and nodding.

"Okay mom, can me and Vanny have a dollar to go pick something from the candy store please?"

"Go on then, have a dollar each, but please don't eat all your candy at once."

"We won't Mrs. Emily!" Vanessa called as she grabbed ahold of her friend and they ran off giggling, clearly enjoying themselves as you watched them run right up to a brightly coloured store that looked like something straight from a children's novel you had once read.

"They're totally going to aren't they?" You asked, looking at Sarah who was already shaking her head.

"Oh yeah, at least Charlie will accept the consequences with as much grace as an eight year old can."

"And Vanessa?"

"....Good Luck once you get her out of the car."

You sighed and looked towards Vanessa who was eyeing a rabbit sculpture made of what you were almost certain was pure sugar, taking a deep breath and heading towards them to mitigate the worst of the damage as Sarah laughed behind you at the expression of worry and almost maternal defeat as you got used to watching the children.

Eventually, the pair of you managed to lure them away from brightly coloured candy that you were certain you would otherwise see later in the day, sitting down opposite the indoor play park and watching them run around to burn off some energy, you spotted a shop across the way that caught your attention as you did some rough maths in your head.

Asking Sarah to watch the girls for a second, you slipped into the store and browsed the racks inside slowly. Fingers running across the merchandise as you scanned it carefully, trying to figure out what it was exactly that you would need as an elderly lady sat behind the counter, slowly knitting away on some project. Halloween was approaching, and it had suddenly occurred to you that Stacey had mentioned the staff were expected to dress up for a not-very-scary Halloween party, but you didn't have a costume, and the thought of buying a pre-made one was always a hit or miss with your stature and build.

You were just going to have to learn to sew, or drudge up some memory of how to do it.

Picking out your fabrics, you worked out roughly how much you would need and added and extra yard, deciding it was better to have too much than too little. Bringing the bolts of fabric and some accessories up to the counter, you spoke to the little old lady behind the counter as she cut the fabric with a sureness and quickness belied by her age. Ringing it up expertly like she had memorised every price in the store, you thanked her politely as you left to go find Sarah and the children.

It was going to be a secret for the moment, but you already were smiling at the thought of everybody seeing your idea in action.

William sighed as he shouldered open the door, carrying bags of groceries and feeling drained from working on the broken arcade machines all day. It felt like error code after error code had come up when he tested it, but it was finally working after all his efforts.

He could hear giggling coming from his lounge as he placed the bags down on the counter and kicked of his shoes. Padding through to see you and Vanessa sat on the floor together as you had your lips pursed in concentration, gently holding Vanessa's chin in one hand and the other carefully applying something to her lips. It seemed like you had been made up too; brightly coloured eyeshadows that he could see the sheer volume of glitter in from where he stood in the doorway, a pink tint to your lips, some pink on your cheeks, glittery hair clips in your hair and a little bunny head drawn on each cheek in what he hoped was something that would come off.

"Okay Vanny, you need to pop your lips, like this." You demonstrated to the little girl in front of you, making her giggle as she did it too. Shaking your head at the cute blonde as you compared her fairly well put on make-up to your own chaotic mess that she had lovingly applied.

"Well, don't my girls look beautiful?" William laughed at how much you jumped when he spoke, leaning against the door frame as Vanessa whipped around and beamed brightly, scrambling to her feet and launching herself at the older man with her arms out-stretched."

"Daddy!"

Afton grunted as he caught his daughter in his arms, swinging her around much to her delight as he placed her on one hip and smiled at her. Planting a kiss on her forehead and smiling as the small girl wrapped her arms around his broad shoulders, laying her head on his shoulder and grinning as he looked at you getting up much more slowly.

"Hello bunny."

"Hey you, decided to come join the girl's day?" You teased as you padded over to him, watching as he gave you a lopsided grin and shook his head.

"No, I don't think I'd suit glitter eyeshadow and lipstick, not with this beard." Making Vanessa giggle at his silliness as you smiled just as brightly back at him, feeling your heart fluttering happily in your chest as you looked up at him.

"Daaaaadddd, it's not lipstick! It's lip-gloss! It's flavoured lip-gloss that " she said your name excitedly as she corrected William on his terrible fashion faux-pas "got and she let me try some on!"

"Really now? Well that was very kind of her, am I allowed to know what it's flavoured like? Will it make you taste like that, Vanny?" Biting at his daughter and pretending to sniff and make noises like he was going to eat her, making her squeal as she shook her head, sending her blonde hair flying.

"Nooooo! It only flavours what it's on, silly!" Giggling wildly, William pretended to hum in thought before he looked at you.

Carefully, he leaned in and kissed you, making you smile into it as he pulled back, his lips faintly tinted pink from the transfer as he smacked his lips together.

"Hm...Cherry, I like cherry a lot." Leaning in for another kiss, he smiled at you as Vanessa squealed at the fact her dad and his girlfriend were kissing in front of her.

"Ewww! Dad!"

"What? Am I not allowed to kiss my girlfriend? I thought you were supposed to!" He protested with a laugh as Vanessa made a cutely scrunched up face.

"Cooties dad, do grown-ups not know anything?"

You both looked at her before bursting out laughing, shaking your head as William wrapped his spare arm around you and held you close, rubbing up and down your back affectionately as you pressed into his side. Raising an eyebrow as you looked up at him, grinning so widely that you felt your cheeks hurting.

"Did you know you could get cooties off of me?" You asked, making William chuckle as he squeezed you into him, kissing the top of your head and gently trying to unstick your hair from the remains of the lipgloss transfer.

"Well, aside from apparently eating your hair, I don't mind getting cooties from you." Grinning as you reached up to help release him from a common girl problem, standing slightly on your toes to kiss him again, much to Vanessa's protest about giving each other cooties.

After a shower to get rid of the make-up and getting changed into pyjamas, or rather William's borrowed clothes, and eating the delicious dinner he made that evening. You had enjoyed sitting at the dinner table together, Vanessa made conversations interesting and William often had to remind her to actually eat what was put in front of her rather than talk over it, and William had snuck kisses and held your hand under the table for most of the evening.

But as you finished putting up the last of the dishes and headed upstairs, you found him asleep on his large bed, the covers dishevelled with a book across his broad chest. Glasses pushed up off his face, mouth open and snoring lightly as he had one arm wrapped around Vanessa, curled into his side and drooling over his t-shirt as she was clearly exhausted. You couldn't help but smile at the scene, thinking of how cute they looked curled up together, William clearly having fallen asleep telling Vanny a bedtime story that she was probably a little old for, but you knew she would appreciate the memories later, despite how many protests you were sure that had been uttered at being read books by her old man.

Picking up the book and marking the page carefully, you reached up and took William's glasses from his head. Climbing in on the other side of Vanessa and reaching to turn off the bedside lamp so that only the ambient light let you see where you could slot in and find room on your side of the bed.

As you settled down, William seemed to sense you and reached out his hand, still half-asleep as you gently took ahold of it and stroked over his rough knuckles reasssuringly. Holding hands as his daughter was sandwiched lightly between the two of you, Vanessa mumbling in her sleep and turning over, allowing William to shift onto his side as he blearily opened his eyes and strained to see you in the dark.

"I love you, bunny. Thank you for making today special for Vanny today." His voice gravelly and rough, making a noise of contentment as you gently reached over the blonde head between you and kissed him.

"I love you too William, and it's really no trouble. Go back to sleep, love." You encouraged, hearing the gentle sigh of his breath as he held onto your hand tighter before he was soon snoring again. Making you smile and shake your head slightly, bending your head and kissing Vanessa's head gently too, the gesture feeling natural to you as the child stirred.

"Miss..." She called your name sleepily as you pulled away from the affectionate gesture.

"Yes Vanny?"

"....I love you too...Please...will you stay with my dad?" The sleepy voice whispered, William oblivious to it as he continued to sleep. You felt your eyes welling up with tears as you nodded despite the fact you weren't sure her eyes ever opened. Trying to stop yourself from crying happily as you slipped one arm under her and cradled her gently against you, kissing her head again.

"I love you too, Vanny...And I'll stay as long as your dad wants me here. Even if I go to my flat, here with your dad and you will always be home." You assured, feeling her small arms wrap around you and hold on as she drifted back off to sleep, seemingly satisfied with your answer.

You closed your eyes too, swallowing hard as you tried not to cry at the overwhelming feeling of being so loved. And you fell asleep together, the first time as the unofficial Afton family.

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subarashiihibi · 10 months ago

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my thing about izaya is that he's so strange and weird and i love that so much. i didn't want to ramble too much in the notes of that poor person's post but i find the way he speaks and the words he chooses so interesting so let me ramble a little bit. this may or may not even be coherent so bear with me here im just going to speak my thoughts.

ok this got really fucking long and all over the 0place so im putting this under a read more sorry.

so i have volume 9 of the novel in both english and japanese. i only have two novels in japanese and that is this one and yuuyake wo. so i'm pretty crazy about this izaya speech analysis shit. anyways i was rereading thru the jp ver the other day just to compare it to the eng and i kinda realized that like.

a lot of people you can separate their speech in either formal and informal speech right? someone like shizuo speaks really informally and uses a lot of rough, dragged-out versions of words and stuff (しゃーねえ vs しょうがない) and then someone like shinra who speaks in a ton of yojijukugo and generally sounds like a nerd emoji gijinka.

izaya on the other hand rly... doesn't fit in either? i mean sure he sounds like another nerd emoji gijinka but it's kinda different. it's not so much the words he speaks but rather the intonation and his tone...

and he has his moments where he speaks pretty seriously and whatnot of course, but in general he just... doesn't sound very human when he speaks? i don't know if that's a conscious effort or not. is it his attempts at distancing himself from his own individual humanity? or is it just because he's a weird guy? i dunno. but it's interesting nonetheless.

one thing i will note though is that despite his somewhat inhuman speech patterns, it's also pretty...dramatic? to the extent where it's really exaggerated but also very cute and charming. (this part is important.)

i think a lot of what makes izaya's speech so weirdly inhuman is because he doesn't really use a lot of slang or similar lingo that people his age would typically use. i know mikado said in the novels that he doesn't really try to fit in with his age group's fashion sense either so it makes sense but still. he's like an old hag it's so funny. and it's because of that that when he says stuff like 'i don't get all hot and heavy over headless women' or whatever he said to celty it's really amusing to me because like... why is the strange man saying this?💀

another example i kinda giggled about on my twitter when i read it it's not even crazy and i sound corny and cheesy and stupid but theres this scene in vol 9 where izaya messages celty for business and hold on let me just put it as a quote.

he sounds so old saying 'video game' like 😭 idk it's just funny cause he barely even knows anything abt games like bro knows nothing im crying

in the jp hes like 「…ゲーム中なのかい？」 and then when celty tries to explain herself he says 「何を言ってるのか、良く解らないんだけど」 and im rly bad at tling parts of sentences and stuff but just know that the way he words it makes it sound like this gif to me

i love both versions i think the original jp makes him sound like hes so lost and confused (hence why pw gif cause lord that man always looks lost LMFAOOOO) and then eng tl just blunt ass "I don't know what you're talking about." makes him sound like full on hag 😭😭😭

OMFG WAIT I HAVE TO MENTION THIS FUCKING SCENE WITH SHINRA ITS SO FUNNY.

first i think it's funny the translation has izaya say fuck here cause he very rarely swears and i did read this one thing about how he only swears when his mask slips so to me this is like genuine bewilderment that he cant even hide LOL. second why is he so excited to hear about 'whatever sexual fetish' shinra has im crying he's so damn nosy . okay but this is not the funniest part let me add that now.

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ehy the hell is izaya orihara talking about foot fetishes???😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 im crying bruh i was so flabbergasted when i read this i was like WHAT did he just say? he says it in the jp ver too which just makes it even funnier. this goes back to what i said earlier but i always get so amused when izaya has something to say about sex or whatever cause he's so fucking weird and unsettling why does he know that

(i mean i also get so hard i nearly pass out thinking about izaya tlaking about sex but thats probably just a thing with my heart condition and stuff)

oh also another scene i think is really cute and amusing and funny is back when shinra was first still trying to get izaya to form the bio club w him.

1. shinra is funny as fuck in this scene but also izaya's "Hmm. Can I punch you?" made me havbe a good laugh. in the jp he says 「んー。殴ってもいいのかな？」 which is pretty much the same thing just with the intonation of like 'hmmmmmmmmm should i hit u or not...' sorry like i said im just bad w explaining this stuff. but i felt the need to point it out not cause im one of those annoying ppl who praise the original jp ver and reject translations and localizations i just think it's important for izaya specifically cause i love him and i want to analyze his speech patterns as best as i can.

i was going thru the novel just now for other stuff i wanted to mention and i forgot abt this part but it's so funny.

'Let's not get hasty. Type calmly, please.' its not even funny or nothing i just find it so amusinf whenever he talks like that💀 i will say though the english translation kind of makes him sound more weird and inhuman than the original. that line in the original was basically just him telling her she needs to calm down enough to at least type properly LOL. idk if im just being nitpicky cause this is izaya tho so feel free to ignore that. fwiw i like the eng tl bc while it's a different intonation than the original japanese ver i think if he did speak english it would probably sound smth like that anyways.

this too made me laugh like ??? seriously he is really nosy when it comes to people's intimate affairs. in the jp ver he calls them an 'intimate couple' which just is like .. ok bro💀

does anyone else see my vision of izaya getting cucked by celty (does it count as cucking when celtys the one dating shinra) while he looks sad and pathetic and miserable that he never decided to shoot his shot w shinra back in the day

if i were commenting on the actual stuff going on in this scene rn this post would be a lot olonger and even more terribly all over the place so im just gonna focus on how i think it's funny izaya says 'easy, man...' this is like one of the only times his words are somewhat natural and sound like smth you would hear someone else say. in the jp ver it's 「おいおい…」 which is somewhat less out of left field in terms of coming from izaya but still it's pretty surprisingly normal. i have to wonder if in that moment he's too worried about shinra to care about keeping up appearances.

this is just random and me making fun of izaya as usual but why the hell does he weigh himself after his showers💀💀💀 it's cute and endearing and only adds to his strong gap moe but still... it's strange...

speaking of cute things this is from a volume i forget but he says this one phrase a couple of times and it is just both really cute and also kind of idk... saddening. one of the times i can remember he says it is when namie was making fun of him or something and he replies 'Don't tease me. I'm only human.' or something along those lines and it's like . hm. ok.

i think it's cute he says 'dont tease me' a few times cause eughhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh (trying to ward off severe brain damaged incoherent thoughts) but 'im only human' is like... are you really? even after you try so hard to escape your own humanity and individual self so much... im going to try and give my thoughts on it here but this is just based off my hc that izaya has bpd so yanno. im basing a lot oif this on my own experiences sorry. i do that a lot. (gestures over to all the posts i make abt fob/mychem fan izaya)

when it comes to just straight up acknowledging his humanity izaya has no problems with this because 'sure, i'm human. isn't that obvious?' is probably something along the lines of what he thinks. it's easy for him to just say that because it's just that. it's just words. it holds no real meaning and shows no true insight into how he actually perceives himself. but when it comes to actually having to come face to face with his own humanity and the fact that yes, he is only human, it's a lot more difficult because now it's out of his control. i wonder also if he has problems with perceiving his own self.

i say this a lot but i truly do believe izaya is so so so beautiful and i love him so much. also i just saw a funny post on twitter so i wanna say this here idk if yall know this but izayas actually a latina hes got chismosavirus❤ ok thats all i have to say sorry for rambling so much

#my media literacy suddenly skyrockets when it comes to izaya #anything else im like zzzzzzzzzz as soon as its time to talik abt izaya im like I'M UP !!!! 💯💯💯💯#but ya this isnt meant to be like anything crazy or nothing i just felt like talking abt izaya and some stuff in particular i found amusing #sorry if i sound stupid in some spots im trying not to just add 20 skull emojis or crying emojis and make fun of him #it's either that or im trying not to sexualize him #it's a battle. it's prety hard.#theres a REALLY easy joke i could make there but im not going to . im gonna be mature .#ok sorry thats all i dont have enough energy to think anymroe #i started new meds today and my heartds feeling a little funny so imight die after posting this</3 #mine

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notmorbid · 8 months ago

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the hike.

dialogue prompts from the hike: a novel by drew magary.

this is a dream. this is not a physically possible situation.

it would take nothing to kill you. an infected mosquito could do it.

i had to see you one more time.

you haven't aged a day. literally.

any beer is good beer.

my favorite part of the party is when the party is over.

i wish i hadn't fucked up with you.

guys always get too serious too quickly, and they never realize it until it's too late.

sometimes the moment gets away from you, and that's it.

i need to use your phone.

i feel safest here, in my home.

i didn't forget my promise to you.

are you really not coming with me?

i'm getting used to disappointment.

i have to know now, regardless of how terrible it is.

i can't go back in there alone.

did i eat a bad mushroom or something?

how'd you get that scar?

people always say they're sorry. it does nothing for me.

well, fuck him. is that a better reaction?

it's okay. you don't have to say anything.

if you can't sail, you better be good at swimming.

you're not dead. that's pretty impressive.

i don't have to explain anything to you.

i'd shut my eyes tight, if i were you.

the last part of any journey is always the longest.

it's not much farther, i swear. you're doing really well.

look at you. you're as cute as a button.

tell me about them. your family.

it's okay to be glad it's all over. that you can finally move on with your life.

you need to make me a promise, you whiny baby.

don't give up, no matter how long it takes. no matter what it takes for you to keep going. promise me you won't stop.

you're assuming there's a reason behind all of this.

that's completely unrealistic, anatomically speaking.

i need to be in a constant state of awareness.

even if you think i'm sleeping, i'm not. i'm saving my energy.

fighting is the most exhausting thing in the world.

i don't know what they do in there, and i don't want to know.

where did you come from? who are your parents?

when you're happy, you don't question how that came to be.

horses are for rich girls and old men.

i would wear pajamas to a funeral.

just come here for a second. let me hug you.

i have doubts every second, but all i can do is move forward.

you won't always be alone. you'll have company.

you can adjust to anything if you're willing to live on.

stay where you are and hold on, because i will come back.

that happened, didn't it?

if i die, you can eat me. it's alright. but you can't start eating me before i'm dead.

don't joke about that. bad ideas always start out as bad jokes.

just because god loves you doesn't mean he can save you from suffering.

we have homes so that we can leave them.

i'm not quite dead yet.

mathematics are the language of the devil.

it's not a prayer if you don't mean it.

the world changes, but people act the way people always do.

what i want hasn't mattered for a long time now.

i don't want to be around long enough to disappoint you.

it's love. love doesn't require an explanation.

the only reason i'm still alive is out of sheer habit.

half the people who survive don't know how or why they did it. i know i don't.

you can get away with anything if you just say you did it with honor.

i've gotten good at being alone again.

you're like a bad yearbook photo come to life.

wisdom is so terribly overrated.

you can't go back. you know too much now.

i'll stay here forever with you, if that's how much time you need.

everyone needs to have something inside them that no one else can have.

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Sungchan x plus size!reader

Tw: I don't know, if you see anything please let me now in comments.

Tags: fluff, inexperienced reader, just kisses and him wanting to give you stuff and have you around, older reader (by 2 years).

When we met i was still a student, i had decided to take that subject on my last year instead of the second and never, ever, had i thought that decision would take me here now.

He was 21 and I was 23, did it bother me? A bit to be honest, would things be different if we were the same age? Doubt it.

Now I was 26, with my first big corporate job, and he was still a student.

I have no idea how did all start, well no, I know exactly how did it start, but I mean, I don't know how we connected, we had no way of having a real conversation, all happened so fast.

I was reading a book in the library, it was just a novel I saw lying around in my room that I had no memory of buying, I took it to distract myself from all the stress of trying to find a decent internship. I was reading it in complety silence when he came to me.

"Sorry, is this seat taken?" He asked me with his big and bright eyes.

I looked up to him, a fucking tower looking at me with his bambi eyes. I said no with a shake of head and then continue reading. He sat in front of me and opened the book we were currently studying in class. We were on our own thing for a good time before he decided to talk again. He coughed to catch my attention.

"Sorry, it's just... I was wondering if you could help me with this..." he showed me his notes, I read them and then explain what I had understood from class, then I pulled out my notes and showed them to him. "You can copy this part if you want, to remember it"

He smiled and nodded, he finished and gave me my notebook back. "Thank you, I've been having problems with this subject" he said a bit shyly, he was talking to me in a really respectful way, sure he knew I was older, but that seemed cute to me.

"No problem, you can ask if you need help, is nothing to be embarrassed for, something I learned after so much time is that asking doesn't cost anything, and even if you feel like a fool, people won't really care" when I finished talking I felt like an old man giving advice and wished i hadn't said so much on my insides. He smiled and laughed softly, his shoulders where tense and he couldn't maintain eye contact with me. I didn't want to make him uncomfortable so I continued with my book.

"If you don't mind, maybe could I buy you a coffee for your help?" He offered after a few minutes in silence.

I looked at him and laughed softly "it's okay, you don't have to"

He looked at me a bit embarrassed because i didn't accept his offer and I felt bad for him.

"Uhmm, but I wouldn't mind a coke from the machine" I said after a few seconds.

His face was bright again and nodded. I grabbed my stuff and walked with him to the machines out of the library.

He bought me can of coke and while I was waiting I bought some chips.

"Oh, I should've bought that for you" he said, giving me my drink.

I looked at him "Oh honey, if you continue to buy stuff for people just for little favors you'll end up broke" I laughed. He denied with a smile. "See you later, I have class on the other side of the campus" I smiled "thank you for the coke"

I went to my class and didn't think much of the interaction. Actually, I had already forgotten when we met again. I was on my seat waiting for my friend when he arrived and sat on my other side.

"Good morning" he said softly to not bother me. "Oh, hey" I said back, not knowing what else to say. I was scrolling on my phone to kill time, watching my old classmates do better than me in everything, they had jobs, lovers, traveled around the world, and I was just there, still going to school and without a job.

"Sunbae?" I was in trance and looked back to him.

"Oh sorry, didn't hear you, could you repeat what you said?" I asked.

"Oh, I was just asking if you were going to the gathering they'll have today, I know it's mostly first and second years, but your friend said she was going so I was wondering if you would too." He was blabbering at this point and I didn't know how to stop him.

"Oh, not really, they told me but I don't think you guys will be comfortable with an old geezer" I laughed dryly.

"Don't say that, you're not an old geezer" he was quickly to answer.

I got surprised at his tone and laughed.

"I'll think about it" I concluded and continued watching my phone.

Class ended like usual and I went to the cafeteria with my friend.

"Please come today, there are too many boys this year and one more girl would be great, we need to check they're not making the girls feel uncomfortable" she begged. I wanted to say no because I had better things than go and get drunk with a bunch of kids, but the last part got me and I remembered my seniors also going to those gatherings to check on us. I was weak to old memories. "Yeah you're right, but that means I won't drink too much, and you also shouldn't" she smiled and nodded eagerly.

We went to a cabin near the campus, usually used to first year welcomes. Everyone was already there when we arrived, tons of alcohol of all kind and a bunch of boys. It was clear the difference between men and women and I was glad I was there to put a stop in case anything went out of control. I was a girl too, but being older gave me a voice they couldn't ignore.

A group of girls came to me relieved and sat around me to drink comfortably. We were playing all those silly games and they let me drink less with the excuse of taking my fake medication.

It was 3 am when most of them seemed to pass out. Me and Sungchan moved the boys and girls to different rooms so they could sleep well. I decided to not sleep and be alert, I was sitting in what would be considered the living room in a sofa, looking at my phone. He came and sat beside me with a couple of ice creams after some time.

"Would you like an ice cream?" He asked me with a smile. I grabbed the one he was offering me.

"Thanks, can't sleep?" I was eating it comfortable, it was summer and it was perfect to refresh me.

"Yes, it's too hot in the shared room" he laughed, he looked pretty alive to me even after drinking all night. "And you? Why aren't you with the others?" He asked curiously.

"Just checking the boys stay in their room, want to make sure the girls are safe" I said still eating my ice cream, not thinking much of it.

"Sunbaenim, you're still a girl, even if you're older, you're protecting them, but who is protecting you?" He looked angry and then in shock for talking to me so boldly. "I'm sorry, it's just... you need to think about you too"

I was lost of words at his tone.

"It's okay, no one looks at me that way" to be honest I had never been approached in a romantic way by anyone, and I wasn't ugly, I felt pretty, I had my own comfortable style, I liked to wear cute accessories and I loved wearing my light makeup that enhanced my features. I liked how I looked, I was bigger but I found my own sense of style and felt good on my clothes, it took me time after dealing with self-steem problems in high-school, but when I ditched the uniform and tried clothes I really liked, I found myself smiling at my reflection. I liked my big chest and my flat butt, I liked my soft tummy and my chubby legs, I just liked me, and at first it was hard not being seen by anyone as a love interest, but everyone had their own type and I couldn't judge others for not liking me, so after a long time I just sighed and concentrated on me being happy with my own company.

"Why do you say that?" He was serious.

"Uhmm, men just don't like me, I don't know why, I guess that's why I'm not afraid, but I've seen guys be intense with my friends so I like to make sure the other girls are okay, one never knows"

He was looking at me with an indescribable face, a combination of seriousness, anger and disappointment.

A tension came in the silence and he was looking at the bunch of empty beer cans on one side and I was looking at my ice cream package as if it was the most interesting thing I had ever seen, reading the ingredients like it was my job.

We were sitting shoulder to shoulder. At first there was a certain distance between us but after he accommodated himself on the little couch we were touching each other.

"What do you think about me? Don't you feel uncomfortable with me here? I'm a man too" he said after a long time, we both had finished our ice creams and I was reading a book in my phone. I looked over at him.

"Why are you asking that?" I said confused.

He looked at me directly in the eyes, then his eyes went down to my mouth and back to my eyes.

He didn't ask for permission, the shy and modest boy I met kissed me, softly at first, nervous, but then he grabbed me by the neck and made sure I wouldn't get away from his lips. It felt good, I couldn't deny it, it felt fucking good.

I was still relaxed from the couple of beers I had, but I was conscious of everything and couldn't deny the kiss.

"You have no idea of all the things I want to do to you" he said after a couple minutes kissing. I was stiff, not knowing what to say. It wasn't my first kiss, but it felt completely different. My body was suddenly incredibly hot and I just wanted to continue with our make-out session. I looked at him in the eyes, I have no idea what did my face look like at that moment, but he kissed me again with force, with more passion, his mouth tasted like strawberry ice cream and while one of his hands was on my neck the other was on my waist, pulling me closer to him.

That was our first kiss, when everyone else was sleeping in the rooms next to us. After that we continued kissing and making out in secret, sometimes in my apartment, sometimes in his, but we were almost never out there as a couple the first month. No one saw it coming when we were revealed. He was exhausted of us being a secret and left little clues around. Giving me snacks in class, waiting for me out of my classroom, following me around like a little puppy, a big and smiley puppy.

Now? Now we were living together in a slightly bigger apartment, kissing every day, with him still following me around like a puppy.

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