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Omfg, I've seen that take everywhere lately! It drives me up the wall!!!
Marika and Messmer cannot be absolved of their crimes.
Although Messmer has own problems, most, if not all, of his reasoning for his motives is tied up with his mother, Marika. Marika's will is Messmer's will— he's such momma's boy that he's practically handicapped himself with that way of thinking.
So let me focus on Marika!
Now don't get me wrong— I like Marika a lot! She is a fantastic intricately written character with complex motives who makes for a great villain. Her backstory is horrific and definitely sympathetic, I can see why she does the things she does. I can definitely appreciate her character, especially since I'm a writer. Personally I'm also drawn to villains (who later end up as my favorite characters). I'm actually drawing a portrait of her right now— I should be working on my other stuff but oh well!
Overall, Marika is a great character and even without the additional lore from SOTE, she is still an interesting character.
But that's just it!
MARIKA IS ROLE AS A CHARACTER IS THAT OF A VILLAIN!
SHE IS AN ANTAGONIST!!!
There are so many things she has done wrong and mostly for the wrong reasons. That makes her a villain. She is the firestarter— the person with the matches, the wood and the gasoline. She caused the conflict our Tarnished is up against while also being the reason the Tarnished even exist (cool twist, right?) The only redeeming factor about her is that she eventually realized the Greater Will is bullshit, her Golden Order is fatally flawed and that it falls on her to to go "Fuck it- I'm switching sides and fixing this shit."
However, that's the only time she tries to fix her own mistakes and by then, for most of her crimes, it's far too late. There is no good way to fix the mess she's made. She can try but now the problem is way bigger than she can handle on her own (enter the Tarnished).
Due to this, she can't be labeled anti-hero or even an anti-villian. She is purely a villain through and through.
Now what gets me on a personal level, is the fact she's an absolutely terrible mother.
I mean, even with the clarity provided for Marika's reasons regarding the war in the Land of Shadow towards the Hornsent... I can't and will never get over the fact THAT SHE ABANDONED MORGOTT AND MOHG IN A SEWER AND LEFT THEM TO ROT WITH ALL THE OTHER INNOCENT OMEN BABIES (of which some INFANTS got MUTILATED and some of the poor babies couldn't survive the process).
For all the love she had for her first child, she still let Messmer rot in the Shadow lands (seemingly forever) and also take the blame for her war crimes. Sure he did this willingly but she is his mother and she abandoned him there and NO KID SHOULD TAKE THE BLAME FOR THEIR PARENTS' ACTIONS. She also turned him into Elden Ring's biggest war criminal. War is his whole purpose, yikes. I get their relationship is complex (which is great for angst and plot material) but like she definitely wasn't that loving towards Messmer anymore than she probably was towards Miquella and Malenia (who are both cursed as well). She did try to help Messmer with the seal for the serpent but she didn't do jack shit for Malenia who was LITERALLY ROTTING. I think the only kid she genuinely loved was Godwyn who was supposedly "perfect".
Obviously Marika can't handle or be trusted with a child who has some sort of "defect" (according to the Golden Order).
Even with the Greater Will breathing down her neck, no parent in their right mind would do even half of the things she's done with her children. Most parents would rather kill themself or find ANY alternative than hurt their kid. Any decent parent would protect their kid/s with their life... but not Marika.
Therefore (and including the fact that Marika's religion is literally cancer because her religion involves genocide, xenophobia and endless war)—
She is possibly one of the worst mothers ever.
The only thing SOTE did was give her a sympathetic background. Yeah the living jar thing is fucking awful, yeah her own people suffered a possibly routine holocaust, yeah she is the last of her village left... Yup she's definitely gonna be fucked up after that BUT that doesn't give her any right to fuck every one else's lives up...
INCLUDING HER OWN CHILDREN'S LIVES.
Revenge is one thing— what Marika's done is another.
While Marika is a great villain and I love her for that (I love a good villain who has well thought out but fucked up reasons for doing what they do— I'll admit the child abandonment and mutilation is definitely pushing it though) but her goddamn sympathetic backstory will NEVER excuse her crimes.
She kick-started one of the worst cycles of abuse and suffering to the point that there is hardly anyone left after the main events of the Shattering. Everything is destroyed, countless dead or in various states of severe suffering, the Golden Order is hanging by a thread and for what?
I can't get over the fact that by the time our Tarnished becomes Elden Lord, it's kinda like "Who cares?" There's like 12 people left to rule over (that don't actively want you dead). The economy is non-existent. The land is fractured and mostly destroyed. You've got like 3 different outer gods mooching on the chaos and destruction. If you complete SOTE, every demigod (except Ranni) is dead, as well as Radagon and Godfrey.
The apocalypse happened but the aftermath was worse.
Marika caused that.
A traumatized girl became a vengeful goddess and death was her legacy.
I’m being driven to kill.
Read the Crusade Insignia talisman, I beg of you.
#you can stan marika all you want but please acknowledge she IS a villain#i have serious personal issues regarding the cycle of abuse as well as child abandonment so Marika's actions are irredeemable to me#i also have serious issue with the way she treated messmer as a scapegoat when he loves her so much#parenthood means get your shit together there are NO excuses#parenthood is realizing your life is on hold and so are your problems it is your child that matters the most#motherhood especially is one of the hardest and most selfless jobs ever#marika is like textbook “what not to do with your kids for dummies”#great villian and character 👍🏽 but NOT a good mom or goddess 👎🏽#elden ring#elden ring marika#queen marika the eternal#queen marika#marika the eternal#marika#shadow of the erdtree#shadow of the erdtree spoilers#sote spoilers
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aly's recent reads - pt. 2
here is pt 2 of my recent reads which i have absolutely loved so i hope you also enjoy them :) these fics are mixed rated, so please check the ratings and tags!
i'll love you for the rest of my life by: justhockey "sometimes it still baffles buck how moments like these are exactly as they’ve always been. they could have been sitting here laughing like this six months, or a year, or even five years ago, and it would have looked exactly the same. the way they fit together, like one soul in two bodies, feels like something of a miracle. and buck knows a little something about miracles, because one day - a little less than a year ago - eddie had taken buck’s hands in his and said I love you. Nothing has ever felt closer to magic than that." word count: 3.3k rating: general audience important tags: established relationship, domestic fluff, family feels, sibling love, soft!buddie, marriage proposal when everything's on fire by: beartowns (i just have binged read their fics! love them) "eddie and chris move in with buck after a fire. buck breaks up with his boyfriend, buys a house with eddie, and realizes he's in love. in precisely that order." word count: 15k rating: teen and up important tags: roommates, emotional infidelity, friends to lovers, emotional hurt/comfort, pining, love confessions are we... dating? by: eightpackdiaz "what do you do when your best friend keeps taking you on dates without calling them dates? talk to him, right? right?" word count: 11k rating: teen and up important tags: idiots in love, didn't know they were dating, feelings realisation, first dates, minor buck/tommy, tommy kinard bashing blood runs thicker than water by: circuslife "eddie's sisters come to visit. "to see the sights," they say. ("proof of life," eddie thinks)." word count: 11k rating: teen and up important tags: diaz sisters, gay!eddie diaz, season 7, family dynamics, coming out, therapy, domestic fluff, love confessions be good to me, it isn't a game by: 118mgzn "buck and eddie desperately try to get the other to crack and reveal their relationship first, and they have no clue they’re both playing the same game." word count: 7k rating: mature important tags: secret relationship, miscommunication, crack, fluff, love confessions, jealous!eddie diaz, possessive!eddie diaz i'm holding on (barely) by: cranberrymoons "eddie and buck take christopher home to california; helena and ramon decide to follow" word count: 12k rating: mature important tags: parenthood, complicated relationship, therapy, coming out, family dynamics, repression, buckley-diaz family, character study, healing stay here honey (i don't wanna share) by: prettybegins "amidst his son leaving for texas, a sexuality crisis in his 30s, and the possibility of losing his best friend, eddie can’t seem to catch a break." word count: 14k rating: mature important tags: idiots in love, miscommunication, meddling, gay!eddie diaz, feeling realisation, jealous!eddie diaz, love confessions all these broken parts by: woodchoc_magnum "post-season 7, where eddie is struggling with depression, trying to put his life back together, and hopelessly in love with his best friend." word count: 56k rating: mature important tags: TW: depression, anxiety, suicidal thoughts, angst, roommates, pining!eddie diaz, oblivious!evan buckley, evan buckley take care of eddie diaz, minor buck/tommy, getting together, eventual smut
sweet talk by: daisies_and_briars "eddie asks to crash at the loft while christopher is gone, struggling to be on his own. only problem? there's only one bed, and no couch." word count: 6.5k rating: teen and up important tags: there was only one bed, healing, post season 7 hard of hearing buck (series) by: timeshareindestin "little au where buck gets hearing aids and eddie is kind of in love with him about it" word count: 31k rating: teen and up important tags: character study, disability, getting together, coming out, hard of hearing buck, evan buckley has adhd, hurt/comfort burn the straw house down by: rarakiplin "buck gets stuck in time, has a break down and then, relatedly, a break through" word count: 40k rating: mature important tags: time loop au, fake dating, angst with a happy ending, car accidents
#buck x eddie fic#buddie fic#buck x eddie#buddie fics#eddie diaz#buddie fic rec#evan buckley#911 abc#911 show#911 fandom#911 fic rec#buddie fanfic#evan buck buckley#buck x eddie fanfics#buddie 911#buddie recs#buddie recommendations
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I Am Your Dad But Also Not?
[DPxDC Week 2023 Day 7: Clockwork // Accidental Baby Acquisition // Misunderstanding]
• In which, Danny is Richard Grayson from an alternate universe (the dna matches even if all the names and history don’t)
“Papa, hold me!” The words were Danny’s only warning before the bundle of flying child plowed into him. He spun with the momentum, hands quickly gripping the little girl so she didn’t go tumbling away.
Despite her sure and enthusiastic greeting, she was not in fact Danny’s child. Or maybe she is now? He’s starting to get really confused. Apparently he looks and feels like her dad since she’s so clearly attached herself to him. Clockwork’s cryptic smiling is not helpful so he takes his newly acquired magical toddler and leaves.
At least he’s assuming her powers are magic or something. The last time he tried asking something that “obviously papa knows already” she got a look not dissimilar to a sad baby seal. Sad baby seals are not something Danny can resist evidently.
So, asking Clockwork is out and asking the child in question is out. Danny is running out of options and he has half a mind to just assume she’s his child from the future.
Luckily Danny is a genius, maybe not literally but his point still stands.
His idea? Brilliant.
Implementation? Flawless.
Hotel? Trivago.
The little one is outgoing enough that when Danny prompts her to introduce herself to Sam and Tucker (visiting on holiday), she goes off into a rambling of questions and information without even pausing for anyone to answer her questions.
That’s how they learn that she’s Mar’i Grayson and she lives in Blüdhaven most of the time, except when her Papa and Mama go on trips, then she’s stays with Grandpa Alfie and Grandpa B and Uncle Damian, but also sometimes Uncle Damian comes to stay with her and Mama and Papa because he sometimes gets into disagreements with Grandpa B.
She says disagreements in such a careful and proud way that Danny makes sure Sam and Tucker compliment her on her awesome vocabulary.
That just leaves them with the problem of getting Mar’i back to her own home dimension and parents, who are probably worried sick by her disappearance.
Danny really really hopes that Mar’i’s actual dad and mom have such an abnormal life that they might be able to find the infinite realms because trying to find her exact universe from his side of things without Clockwork’s help will be nigh on impossible
He really hopes she’ll recognize her real dad. Danny is not equipped for parenthood.
Or at least not equipped for a toddler. He was able to skip the whole toddler part with Ellie.
Speaking of Ellie and her horrible timing, she has chosen this exact time to get back from her grand adventure aka traveling the worlds and she proceeds to laugh so hard she can’t even stay on her feet. She resorts to floating along behind Danny and Mar’i cackling and occasionally heaving non great gasps of air only to fall back into the laughing cycle once more.
Danny’s shooing motions are ineffective and he’s not about to show a five-year-old the violence or language necessary to get Ellie to go away.
When she finally does stop laughing, she starts snapping pictures at every angle she can imagine. Which is a lot given that she’s a half ghost like Danny. She has yet to let her feet touch the ground but that doesn’t bother Mar’i who seems to have similar ideas about gravity. Her own feet rarely touching the floor as soon as she realized that beings work differently in the zone.
~•~
In the end Danny can only keep the ruse of fatherhood up for a couple of days. Mar’i is no fool even if she is five. She figures him out and she’s not even mad when he explains that he didn’t want her to be scared if she knew she was alone with strangers in a new place like this. Her magnanimous forgiveness is one of the best things Danny has ever experienced. He understands why people have kids now.
At the end of a week with no news from Clockwork and an increasingly homesick Mar’i, Danny takes her back to Clockwork’s tower to demand some action himself or at least get some ridiculous riddle to keep him and Mar’i occupied until the “time is right.”
Clockwork’s smile upon their arrival is bordering on deranged in Danny’s eyes and he hugs Mar���i closer as though to protect her from Time’s hands.
“It is time,” the god says and bangs his staff on the metal flooring of the tower.
Before Danny can demand an answer about that, a portal opens beneath him and both he and Mar’i go tumbling through.
YOOOO by my time, I am not late on any of these prompts (even though they are a lot shorter and more vague than I’d like. Can’t help it with the thumbs being the way they are). But like legit I am proud of myself. Deadlines are a thing I struggle with especially when it comes to writing. But I’m finally getting better with it. Middle school and high school me would both be crying tears of joy rn.
I love that we started with found family fluff and ended with it. Danny and Mar’i are going to have a very lovely and entertaining adventure together. It’ll be great.
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To Have and to Heal (Part 12)
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Word Count: 5.4k
Summary: Single working dad Martin Odegaard is navigating the ups and downs of parenthood all on his own, and he’s struggling. That’s not to mention football, life and... love?
"Atla loved her new studio. And that easel you sent me is the perfect height for her- you should come see what she's working on. She's recreating one of the malerier- errors, paintings I mean- off the wall, her mor's favorite landscape. She's got the skyer done, and now she's working on the trees-"
Martin cuts himself off, setting down his fork and running a hand through his hair. "Sorry… I got carried away didn't I?" Martin smiles to himself, the apples of his cheeks the color of a ripe peach. "I don't mean to make myself the center of conversation. How was your week, solskin?"
Martin's eyes have such a hold on you that you barely register the words. You're finding it easier to get lost in him over the last few weeks- your dates have come few and far between, the last one being five days ago. Even then it was only a stolen moment, with Martin calling you after a late training session to ask if he could take you out for a drive. Of course you'd agreed without question and stayed out well past your usual self-enforced bedtime, but it was worth it. Seeing the Emirates lit up at night and wholly empty isn't a sight you'll soon forget.
"I really don't mind Martin, I love listening to you. Especially when you talk about your family, because you do this thing where your mouth moves faster than your brain and you speak in a jumble of Norwegian and english… it's adorable."
Bashful as ever, Martin ducks his head. That pretty, rueful smile you're quickly falling head over heels for lights up the room. Your stomach flips over itself, and you want nothing more than to lean over the table and kiss him. Only problem is, you can't do that quite yet.
Despite everything going perfectly, you still haven't had that first kiss yet. You aren't sure if it's Martin being overly cautious or because of your own stumbles- last week, you'd thought Martin was leaning in for a hug like he'd done the last time, and it was only when his lips awkwardly bumped your cheek that you realized he might have had other plans. So really it's more likely to be your fault that he's not bridged that gap quite yet. You haven't stopped kicking yourself for that yet, especially considering how handsome he looks tonight.
"I guess that's a good thing then, that I'm so bedårende." Martin's calloused palm slides against your upturned one, both resting on the table between you. It's the most prolonged contact you've had with him, and despite promising to move at his pace, you're struggling to contain your need for more.
But for now, the warmth of Martin's hand will tide you over, at least through the meal. He refuses to let go after you're served, offering you that same shy smile and squeezing your fingers when he takes his first bite.
You're learning quite quickly that Martin loves physical touch. He loves holding your hand, touching your elbow to guide you, steadying you when you're stepping out of the car. You're not complaining. Each time he touches you, it sends a shock through your system. What you wouldn't do to kiss him… to let everyone in this restaurant know how smitten you are with him.
Your eyes drift over Martin's chest, the buttons pulling at white fabric and allowing the slightest bit of tanned skin to show through. Your mouth waters at the mere thought of the muscles that lie beneath. How would they ripple under your touch? Would he keep his calm, collected attitude while you explored the valleys of him with your tongue, or would he fold and whine under you?
Deep in fantasy, you don't notice your fork slip from your hand until it clatters to the china in front of you. Half the restaurant notices as well, including Martin who's expression morphs into concern in a split second.
"Solskin? Is everything alright?" Martin's question is accompanied by a swipe of his thumb across your knuckles. When you look up at him and nod, he murmurs, "you seem off. If you don't like your food, I'll pay and we can go somewhere else… we can find that chicken you love- what is it? Nuggets, yes?"
You laugh quietly, "how you've lived in England for years and not remembered chicken nuggets is beyond me! But the food is amazing Martin, don't worry." You clasp his hand between both of yours so he understands you're being sincere. "I was just distracted for a second, that's all."
Martin, having grown quite comfortable around you, slips into his true bantery self with ease. "I know, I'm just that attractive, sorry solskin! You know what though- I'm not sure why I brought you to dinner tonight… I'd much rather be on the sofa at home watching that show you love."
God, that sounds amazing. Curled up against him, maybe letting your fingers drift between those buttons? Yes please.
"Which one, NCIS? You like that one huh?" Martin tips his head as if to say 'maybe I do, maybe I don't'. He's charming, stealing your heart bit by bit without you realizing until he holds too much to ever recover. "Well then why don't you pay the bill Mr. Ødegaard and we can head back to mine for another episode or two?"
"I think that sounds perfect. In fact," Martin signals to the nearest server, hands them enough cash to cover the tab, then turns to you, "why don't we head out now? No reason staying here."
Dating a footballer has a few perks, but the ease with which Martin splashes cash is one you're still not totally comfortable with. You don't mind the occasional treat, but you hate feeling like you aren't pulling your own weight. Regardless of how much he makes, you were raised that relationships require effort on both ends, and money is one aspect of that. "Could I get the tip at least? I know you hate when I do that, but I also hate letting you do it all!"
Martin purses his lips. You're worried he might deny you until the little chicken hairs on his head bob with his nod, "Alright, I'll let you leave the tip this time… just leave it on the table though yeah? I wanna get you home as soon as I can!"
You both blush when the unintentional double meaning of Martin's words dawns on you. Not for the first time, you wonder if it's a blunder due to English being his third language, or on purpose. "Right… okay then, let's head out?"
Martin drives you home, only letting go of your hand when you unlock your front door. Then he takes your jacket and hangs it on the same hook you always do, third from the left, and puts his own on the one next to it. You cleared that hook after the first time he'd come in, wanting his things as close to yours as possible so the smell of him lingered. Maybe you were hoping that he'd forget a sweatshirt or a jacket there one of these days. You wouldn't admit that if it were your master plan, anyway.
Once your shoes are off, the two of you take up your usual places on the sofa. You leave the same few inches of space between the two of you as usual, respectful to a fault of Martin's personal bubble. Only this time, after what seems like a lengthy internal debate with himself, he places his hand on your knee.
Oh. That's new. Definitely a development- a good one at that. You're distinctly aware of each of his fingers, casually spread to encompass as much of your covered knee as possible. You mentally curse yourself for choosing to wear your favorite jeans. If you'd worn that skirt like Jen suggested, he'd have his bare skin on yours… on second thought, it's probably better this way because your mind would be in the gutter otherwise.
Martin sighs, a strenuous, shaky sound, like he can't quite believe what he has just done either. Your pulse roars like the ocean in your ears. Martin hasn't ever breached that little space between you like this. It feels raw, like he's actively fighting his every instinct to keep his hand exactly where it is. You don't want to scare him off, but you also don't want him to struggle alone. You promised to help him, so you do that now by leaning into him until your shoulders are touching. It's just enough reassurance that some of the unease drains from him, allowing him some room to breathe.
"You're very warm, Mar," you say softly, turning to smile at him when the full heat of his palm engulfs your knee. This is new territory for him, for both of you- it's better to take it slow.
"Um, thank you? You're very… right temperature. I don't know. But I don't mind it." Martin smiles, your breath hitching in your throat from the mere beauty of him.
That smile only means you have an excuse to stare at Martin's lips. They're slightly parted, pale pink against his sun kissed skin. You know they're soft- you'd swiped your thumb over them on your ice cream date with him after school one day, when Atla was off with Kieran. Are they that soft when you press your own to them? What does Martin taste like- he doesn't seem like a mint man, he seems more like… cinnamon. Something warm, not something chilly.
Eventually you tear your eyes from him and force yourself to focus on the screen. For the first episode, you feel Martin glancing at you every few minutes. Halfway through the second, he stares unabashedly, probably thinking he's safe because you've not noticed him yet. But you have, and you let him look because you'd do the same if you were in his shoes.
Martin's features are exquisitely beautiful. He's not handsome; that word isn't enough to describe his delicate nose, radiant smile or his enthralling eyes. You've read books that describe the love interest as god-like, though that doesn't suit him either. He's not perfect, though who is? You're drawn to that little freckle above his lip, the one he always seems conscious of in photos. His eyelashes aren't long enough to be model-esque, but they're blonde enough to be Martin-esque. He's beautiful because he's not like any other man. Martin is himself, unapologetically so, and that's the most gorgeous thing about him.
But god, his eyes. You turn now to meet his stare to find it e to inspect them closer. Even though you have looked into his eyes what feels like a million times you still find yourself rediscovering new aspects of the depths of them. You lean in without thinking, locked on Martin as studiously as he is on you.
The glassy blue is shot through with thin streaks of pastel a few shades lighter than the rest of his iris. Off hand, you wonder if this is how the fjords in his homeland look, like clouds reflecting off the water. You swear the pattern shifts and swirls when he blinks, making you feel like you are drowning, unable and unwilling to escape.
The now familiar tenor of Martin's Norse accent breaks the quiet, "I'd very much like to kiss you now, solskin."
Martin's words leave his mouth so quietly that you aren't sure if you imagined them. You almost want to laugh- are you so eager that your mind is playing tricks on you now? So sure you are that you've made it up that you don't reply, instead you only smile softly at Martin and wait for him to look away first. It's only when he takes a deep, shuddering breath and starts to pull away that you realize it wasn't your imagination.
You won't let him slip away again. Your hand snaps out to circle his wrist, keeping his hand on your knee before he can move it away. You want to dive into the pools of his eyes when he looks at you again, curious and confused.
"Then do it," you blurt out, desperate to keep him there, cheeks on fire. "Kiss me, Mar."
Something in him breaks open. You can see the physical shift, note the confident set of his shoulders that reappears when you affirm you want him as much as he wants you. Martin moves slowly, turning his body towards you.
"You want me to?"
You nod so sharply he might mistake you for a bobble head.
Martin's smile is a flash across his face, "Okay. Okay, I will."
Martin's free hand comes up to cup your jaw, angling your face slightly towards his own. He studies you, eyes flitting over your features with all the fervor of a devout man at worship. His thumb brushes your lips and your world stops. Time slows, your surroundings fade, until all that remains is you, Martin, and the faded forest green suede of the sofa beneath you.
Martin's eyes slide shut and you follow his lead. You take slow, deep breaths and wait. And wait. And wait.
You promised Martin patience. You promised to give him the time he needs, and now is no different, despite how terribly your bones ache with the need to discover what he tastes like. Instead of squirming you focus on his cologne, the woodsy scent enveloping you like an embrace. You focus on the hand still on your knee, on the way his fingers twitch with the same anticipation you feel seeping into your bones.
Martin's lips startle you when they finally touch yours. You were right- there's a lingering taste of spice on him that you can't quite name. You smell it rather than taste it, though it's something you'd love to explore in the future when he'll let you.
Unsurprisingly, Martin doesn't try to deepen the kiss; he simply lets his lips linger against yours from the space of a dozen hammering heartbeats before he pulls away, leaving you electrified and tingling.
Until now, you've always classed the kisses in romance movies as simple cliches. No one kisses a man and falls in love straight away, that simply isn't how the world works. Love at first kiss is simply a fairy tale, something mothers tell their daughters to inspire them to dream for their perfect man.
But maybe there's a bit of truth in those cheesy films. Because something in you burns white-hot after that one simple kiss, stealing your breath and filling your senses with Martin. Touch, sight, scent, even taste- you flick your tongue over your lips to discover him lingering there, sweet and warm. Everything is Martin.
"Wow… Mar, I- wow."
Martin's cheeks turn a furious shade of scarlet, "I'm sorry, I should've waited but I just- I couldn't put it off anymore, not after it's all I've been able to think about for days."
"Oh my god Martin no, please don't apologize." You're quick to reassure him, taking a leap and bringing his knuckles to your mouth to kiss each one. You're spurred on by Martin's heartfelt smile, continuing your trail up his wrist and only stopping just below his watch before you let your joined hands rest on his thigh. "It was the perfect first kiss for us, don't worry about it. Please don't ever apologize for kissing me, okay?"
Once his mind seems to calm down enough to allow him to see the truth in your statement, you lean in for another short kiss. You savor this one as well, though it's only a fraction as long as the one earlier.
"See," you mumble, still close enough for your lips to brush his, "Perfect. Everything is perfect."
Martin breathes deeply, inhaling your exhale. His hand fidgets with your fingers, his brows slightly scrunched together. That war is surfacing again, his current wants battling his deep-set loyalty.
“What is it, Mar?” Martin’s expression morphs into something painful. Your heart lurches, stomach sinking to the floor at your feet. A million scenarios run through your head, none of them good when they start with a sour look like that.
Heart in your throat, you remind yourself to have faith. Martin is navigating the depths of his grief, coming to terms with having someone new fill that space he's held vacant for years. So you do what you promised, waiting again for him to gather his thoughts and speak.
“You make me quiet,” Martin says with tender, heart-wrenching brittleness. He speaks without thinking, not bothering to fully translate for you, “the uklarhet is gone- I don’t know how to say it but I just… Since Maria died, I haven’t let myself feel anything if it didn’t stem from my team or Atla. I’ve lived for Arsenal and for my daughter, not for myself. But now…”
Martin’s hand comes up to cradle your jaw. He becomes a cartographer then, his touch mapping every inch of your skin with impeccable detail. You let him have this moment, allow him to be as selfish as he pleases.
Brick by brick, stone by stone, Martin is allowing his walls to come down. He is allowing you inside his heart, and that sort of thing cannot be rushed.
“Now, when I’m with you, I feel like I’ve come back to myself." Martin's voice cracks slightly and it's all you can do to keep still and not startle him. "Like I can conquer the world.”
This time, when Martin kisses you, he doesn’t stop for several minutes. He clings to you so tightly that you aren’t sure where he ends and you begin. Martin’s tongue sweeps against yours tentatively, searching for boundaries that you are glad to let him cross. You aren’t sure which of you is crying- but the taste of saltwater and spice lingers long after he pulls away to rest his head on your chest, the pair of you promptly falling asleep tangled up like teenagers.
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Monday morning, you swear you're walking on air. You're cheery, above and beyond your normal happy demeanor. Your best friend picks up on your good mood immediately, needling you as she follows you into your classroom after passing you in the hall.
“Come on, just spill the details! I know you’re dying to tell me anyways! We don’t keep secrets, remember?” Jen huffs when you remain stoic, slouching into the beanbag chair opposite your desk. “Save me the trouble of taking you out and getting you drunk. Tell meeeeee!”
You shake your head, typing studiously at your laptop. Your best friend may be right, she will get the details of your latest date out of you one way or another, but you respect Martin far too much to let it go so easily. Besides, you don’t want to taint that precious memory by rehashing it with your friend, no matter how much you love her.
“As I have told you ten times now,” you start, finally meeting Jen’s wide, curious eyes, “I don’t plan on telling anyone the details of why I’m so happy this morning. All you need to know is that my last date with a certain someone went very, very well. And not like that- get your mind out of those nasty thoughts!”
“Ohmygod- you didn’t!” You can see the gears turning in Jen’s head. She draws conclusions from the very little you’ve given her, but you only shake your head. Encouraging her will only get her more excited. For now, it’s best to let your friend concoct her own version of events and run with it.
Admittedly, last night your mind used the same theory to cook up a dream that felt so real, you swear you can still feel Martin’s fingers digging into your hip. God, his lips are so soft…
A hand waves in your face, abruptly recalling you to the present. “Hello! Oh he must have been really good to have you daydreaming right now. Okay fine, Saturday you and I are going out and I’ll get to the bottom of all this-”
“This Saturday? I’m sorry but I can’t- Martin’s invited me to his match, so I’ll be just a touch busy.” You grin when Jen’s jaw hits the floor. As a lifelong Chelsea supporter herself, the betrayal of you dating an Arsenal man hasn’t worn off quite yet.
“Of course you are- I’m losing you to the Arsenal! I can’t believe this- you go from not knowing a lick about football to attending every one of that boy’s matches-”
“Oi give me some credit! This is only the first one I’m going to alright! He just… He asked so sweetly, I couldn’t say no." Your cheeks heat up when Jen rolls her eyes. "And I’m only sitting in the regular stands. I made him promise he wouldn’t get me a ticket for a box or something ridiculous like that. I just want to be in with the fans, flying under the radar, perfectly unnoticeable.”
The FaceTime call you received from Martin last night was unexpected, but not unwelcome. It came across your screen after eleven pm, though the late hour didn't deter you from answering almost immediately. He had whispered the entire time, using that parental voice one uses when a fussy child has finally gone down to sleep, which is exactly what you assumed happened. He'd seemed exhausted, but nonetheless happy to talk to you about his day. He even kept you on while he brushed his teeth and changed into his pajamas- off camera, of course.
The call was intimate, affording you a rare glimpse of Martin as a father but also Martin as a human. His guard had been down, absolutely no armor to be seen. You loved every second, especially when he held up a jersey and sheepishly asked you to wear it to the Emirates that weekend to come see him play.
Jen crosses her slender arms over her chest. "You better hope no one recognizes you. But then again… you could always just brush it off as being a fan."
"See! That's what I'm saying. I could just be a regular fan! I mean it's obvious that I'm red blooded- I've got this little Arsenal flag on my desk and everything!" You point to the flag you bought at a corner store just yesterday. It sits tilted out of your pen cup, an impulse purchase to convince yourself that your story holds some truth.
The wicked grin Jen shoots your way does little to reassure you. "Mmhmm you keep telling yourself that. Regardless…" Jen leans forward and covers your hand with hers. Her eyes become unusually serious, the previous teasing glint vanished. "I'm happy for you. Honestly. I can tell how much you care for Martin. But just be careful, yeah? Don't go giving your heart away before he proves he's worthy of protecting it."
You push back the lump that forms in your throat to nod. You trust Martin. You know in your soul that he wouldn't do anything to hurt you. "I will, I promise. Don't worry about me, I'll be careful. I've had my heart broken enough, I don't think Martin would hurt me."
Jen leans across to wrap you in a fierce hug. It's then that you realize just how lucky you are to call her your best friend- she'd cross deserts and hike through blizzards to protect you. The loyalty the two of you share isn't something that can be bought, only forged in iron over pints of Ben and Jerry's and cheesy rom coms after shitty dates.
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"If I didn't know any better skip, I'd say you were nervous." Aaron inspects his gloves, one eyebrow cocked as he assesses Martin. The English man's eye for emotion is surprisingly unmatched. For as much as he acts like the court jester, Aaron is extremely in tune with his teammates and their emotions.
"It's only Brighton," Aaron continues with a wave of his hand. "Easy win. With me between the sticks, you'll have nothing to worry about. Just score a goal or two, give us a nice padded lead, and we'll be off to celebrate before you know it."
Losing to a mid table team isn't what muddies Martin's head tonight. Martin sighs, recalling the taste of you for the hundredth time in the past ten minutes. When he started this whole thing he hadn't expected to be so distracted by you. Then suddenly, out of nowhere, you have started to consume his thoughts. Martin picks his clothes each morning based on what he thinks you'll enjoy seeing in photos. You are the first person he messages each morning and often the last voice he hears at night. And now, when he should be mentally replaying highlight reels from Brighton's recent matches? The reel in his head is of you laughing and smiling, so raw and real that he swears he can feel your hand in his own.
Upon seeing Martin's blank stare, Aaron laughs. "Oh shit, you are distracted! Mate look, whatever it is, just trust us yeah? We've got your back, we're a team- lead us like you always do, say some pretty words, and we'll take care of the rest."
That's not good enough though. Not this time. Martin needs to impress you. He can't have your very first football match be subpar. He wants to shine and showcase what his team can do. "I want a goal," Martin murmurs as the other lads begin to trickle in. "I want two goals," he reiterates, louder this time to gain the attention of his mates. "I want us up by three at the half, I want Steele gasping for air because of how hard we're shooting at his goal. I want the performance of a lifetime lads, I want everything!"
A resounding cheer rings through their changing room, only growing more deafening when Arteta slips in as well. He only quirks a brow at Martin to silently say, got them this riled up already? To which the norwegian only grins.
Martin's blood is thrumming set to ignite in his muscles like race fuel in an engine. He's greedy today. With you in attendance, he wants nothing more than to show off. He rarely claims goals for himself- Martin would rather assist and see his lads get the credit- but tonight? No, tonight he will be selfish. Martin wants to pick you out in the crowd when his strike hits the back of the net, wants to feel the adrenaline when the crowd is roaring his name but the only person he has eyes for is you.
"You'll get that brace mate," Aaron promises with an arm slung over Martin's shoulders. The larger man is careful not to touch the palm of his glove to Martin's kit, not wanting to contaminate either item. "I haven't seen you this hungry in ages."
The rest of their preparations are a blur. Martin briefly remembers saying something inspiring about kissing the badge or something like that. He isn't sure.
But Martin is sure of this- that pink kit he gave you stands out in a sea of red, ensuring you're incredibly easy to spot behind the bench. He put you as close to the front as he could, wanting you nearest the action and within shouting distance of his seat in case he somehow got subbed off.
When you lock eyes during the anthem, you turn around to show Martin his name printed across your back. Something primal stirs in his gut- something he's not felt in ages.
That's my girl, Martin thinks to himself.
God, what a refreshing thought that is. He doesn't feel any guilt accompanying it either. No pangs of loss taint his mind. One kiss and he's become addicted to you. All he wants to do now is win, to prove he's the worthy object of your affection.
As determined as he is, it takes Martin only three minutes to score. It's a screamer too, from twenty yards out- how Brighton left him uncovered is beyond him, but he's always excelled at capitalizing on opponents mistakes. When Martin sees the scoreboard change, all he can think about is kissing you- but that will have to wait until after the match.
Martinelli scores the second goal off a set piece twenty minutes in, and Martin himself nets his brace in added time. In the changing room at half time, he reminds the team not to be complacent. They can't let their guards down and become lazy. Their intensity has to stay high.
And despite the strict rule Martin has against it, he quickly sneaks a glance at his phone. Your message stands out at the top and fills him with fuzziness: I'm so proud of you!
Oh, Martin is kissing you for sure. The second he lays eyes on you after this, he's getting his winner's kiss.
Honestly, he scarcely makes it through the second half- Aaron remains bored in the Arsenal goal and Steele looks set to walk off by the end of it. A 5-0 win at home has the crowd rowdy and the team buoyant. Everyone stays after to clap for the fans, and Martin waves and smiles at everyone as he makes his rounds.
You're leaning on the railing when he finally makes it to the bench. His eyes remain locked on yours while you join in on the fans yelling his chant, your pride seeping through the last cracks in his heart and sealing them shut.
You blow him a kiss, which Martin gladly pretends to catch and tuck to his chest. He doesn't want to go out and celebrate with the lads- he wants to bring you home so he can spend the night with his girls.
Wanna kiss you, Martin mouths, unsure if you'll understand. You get the gist though, because you shake your head sadly and motion to the full stadium around you. And Martin understands, but that doesn't stop the painful sting that hits him like a slap in the face.
When he finally makes it to his phone, he sees a message from you.
Can I celebrate with you tonight? Nothing big! Maybe just a drink? I'm so proud!!
Martin grins, briefly smiling up at his friends as they sing along to their victory playlist. Then he takes a seat in his cubby, drawing one knee up to his chest to rest his hands on to type, of course you can! I was just going to ask if you'd like to come over to hang out with Attie and I?
Aren't you going out with the lads?
"Oi, Martin! Come on lad- we're going out tonight! A win like that deserves to be celebrated- and it's all thanks to our skipper!" Aaron riles up the boys, coaxing them to shout Martin's name over and over until Martin is forced to shake his head.
"I'm sorry boys, duty calls. I'm going home to Atla tonight, I promised her I'd bake something if we won-"
A few of the younger players groan, but the older ones, mostly those that are fathers themselves, shoot him understanding smiles. Fatherhood comes first, now that he's done his job as captain tonight. Let them think that's all it is, at least.
Kieran purses his lips when Martin's gaze snags on his best mate. "Sooo you promised Atla you'd bake huh? That's an interesting way of saying 'I'm going to go snog my girlfriend' but hey, I won't judge. You do you, mate!"
"Leave me alone," Martin grumbles with a distinct lack of malice. "They don't all need to know about that, alright? But yeah… I'm thinking it's time to tell Atla something about all this. Not everything obviously but- I'd like them to be okay seeing each other outside of school, you know?"
"Mmhhmm. Right well good luck with that mate, I'll be getting drunk in your place tonight." Kieran sighs as if that scenario is his worst nightmare instead of his best dream. "The things I do for this team!"
Martin laughs, already gathering his things to make a speedy exit. He's got places to be, people to see- he won't keep you waiting. He needs his kiss, his body vibrates at the very thought of your lips on his. He craves that electricity, the spark he knows will accompany it. His mind tricks him into thinking he can smell your light floral perfume and the strawberry scent of your shampoo, tickling his nose as if you were feet away.
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i remember what you mentioned about that mom's neglect the other day, i didnt even register it when i saw the post myself because i did things like that as a kid, and now im worried ill have normalised so much as a kid ill neglect my own kids. got any advice?
Ah, Ruby... Yes. You're starting strong and on the right foot because you've acknowledged there is a problem and actively want both to change and to prevent that.
Unfortunately, I have bad news. It is normalized to you and so any journey into parenthood will be colored with that.
I also have good news. No one else is more prepared to break the cycle than you are. You have seen and felt it. You have experienced it. You can look back and go "That was wrong." "I was scared." "I wish my mom had been there." "I wish my dad hadn't done that." or whatever the case may be and you can keep that in mind moving forward.
Because that is what we have to do. We have to be the ones that move forward. You can not fall back on "Well, it wasn't AS BAD as when I was a kid". It has to be "It wasn't anything like when I was a kid" and you have to stake your pride on that.
It starts with making a point to THINK. That sounds silly, but it's true. People have this terrible habit of coasting through life on instinct. We can't do that here, your and mine instincts are tainted with the sins of our forebears. You have to go into parenthood thinking and educating yourself. Parenting classes. Parenting books. Parenting groups. Be picky. If it feels wrong, it likely is. Your curse is a blessing and your blessing is a curse. We can also spot abuse and neglect before others if we pay attention. Cobble together the example you want to lead by, the kind of parent you didn't want, but the kind you needed.
Need over want. This has to be the key. You will want to be perfect. You won't be. That is okay. Just be the best you can be and always strive to improve. Become a parent because you genuinely want to give. Children do not owe you anything for being born. Go into this with no expectations, especially not of getting anything back.
Children cost money. You will not be getting it back. Go into parenthood with savings. This is your choice and make sure and do the work to not resent your child for their cost. Your child is your responsibility and no one else's. Help is good, help is something you will want and need sometimes, but your kids are YOURS. Don't pawn them off. Don't become entitled because you have a kid. You aren't special to anyone, but your kids for spawning them.
Seek therapy. Children aren't going to be the balm for your hurt. Make sure you aren't becoming a parent because you feel like you have to. Make sure you aren't becoming a parent because you are trying to fill a some empty space in you or because you're lonely. Couple's therapy if you have a partner or coparent. Help yourself before you put the oxygen mask on someone else. Don't go into this in shambles. You have to be the support for someone else. You can't do that if you can't even hold yourself up.
Learn effective communication no matter what. You'll need it for other parents, your partner if you have one, doctors, and your children. Talk to them. They'll tell you what you need to do for them more than you realize. Kids are smart.
Most of all...
This isn't about you. It's about them. Your children. It's not about your parents. It isn't about anyone, but your children. Put them first and do not hesitate to put them first and above everything.
That's all I can think of off the cuff. Don't be afraid to come to me with any questions or concerns.
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“thanks, honey. i really appreciate everything you do for me,” the curly-haired brunette coos with a small smile, wrapping her arms around the other’s waist and nuzzling into his bare chest. he’s so warm and smells so good that she simply can’t help but cling to him, especially when his words only serve to make her feel heard and seen and cared for. loved on a whole new level. “it’s okay. i understand why you acted the way you did. it was such a terrible time in our lives and we were just trying to survive.” they chose two different approaches, but both were motivated by grief, and so she doesn’t hold anything against her husband. “it’s actually one more thing that i realized while we were apart, that i don’t want to dive into parenthood with anyone else. it’s you or no one for me. it’s gonna sound so horrible, but i feel like i simply couldn’t fully love a baby that’s not yours. you know what i mean? if i moved on and started a family with some other guy, i’d always wonder what it would be like to have it all with you, and i’d never be truly happy without you.” she pulls back to look at him, her hands resting on his sides, pale blue eyes sad and tired but there’s a glimmer of hope in them, too — they will one day have everything they’ve dreamed of. together. “you do? really?” it’s enough to have her dazzling grin returning, lighting up her features. “i think so, too! if we only try hard enough, we’ll fix this. i hate knowing that i’m making you feel miserable. i want to make you happy instead,” she sighs and presses her lips to the center of his chest, planting a soft kiss on his skin. “yeah, i think you do have a point and it must be both. i mean, remember when we first moved in to our west hollywood condo? that was such a crazy time and we were arguing a lot, but our love life was great despite our issues so…” she shrugs, averting her gaze, not really sure how they went from listening to led zeppelin and making love for hours to this dry spell that they’re dealing with now. “and it’s crazy because when we do make love, it always feels absolutely amazing. i mean, to me, at least. it always feels great for me,” she clarifies shyly, watching his reaction as if to try and determine whether he agrees with her or not, whether it feels good for him, too.
“hey… don’t apologize, baby,” she gently requests, shaking her head as if to further emphasize that he shouldn’t be sorry for having these needs and desires. most adults do. she’s beginning to think that his approach is a lot healthier than hers, after all. “i feel like i’m the one who should be saying how sorry i am, and i am sorry. i know how frustrating it can be at times to be in a relationship with me, that i’m no angel, and how you probably feel like you’ve married a nun or something. i don’t want to be a nun, but… i’ve been feeling so undesirable lately.” cheeks burning out of sheer embarrassment, she finds herself at a loss for words, unable to elaborate on the subject and just shrugs for what feels like the thousandth time. “i’m sorry,” she mouths, pressing her lips together as a single tear rolls down her face. it seems to her that she’s the reason why they’re having all these marriage problems. smiling softly when he answers her question so honestly, she nods in acknowledgment and decides to repay him by doing the same — being as truthful with him as possible. “see? that’s another thing. you don’t really mean to, but your body starts feeling a certain way so you go along with it. and maybe it’s silly, but in moments like this when you’re dealing with big emotions, i feel like it’s so selfish of me to be kissing and touching you. it makes me feel like i’m taking advantage of you because of how vulnerable you are.” it’s just one more reason why she avoids intimacy. she doesn’t want to coax him into doing something that he doesn’t really mean to do. “yeah, that’s right. that’s exactly what i’m saying. do you feel that way, too?” she inquires, taking the brush from his hand and uncoiling her legs. she slides off the counter and stands behind him so that she can gather his damp hair and begin to comb through it. “okay, and you start shaving, alright? it’s getting late.” or early. she’s sure in about half an hour or so the sun will begin to rise on the horizon.
“i’m happy about it too, i want us both to have a positive experience with diving into parenthood. i was being selfish last time and pushy and just making it terrible for you, i don’t want that again.” he would rather keep it to himself and feel like going insane if it got to be years from now and she still wasn’t ready. he definitely thinks they need to get these therapy sessions in first, though. “i think there’s always room for a chance to resolve these things, yeah.” he nods and adds as an optimistic piece of hope to keep in mind so they don’t grow apart before they even make it to day one of therapy. “i think both. well, have thought both at times. i think that yeah, you’re right. our sex life is not great because of how we fight a lot. but i also think even when things are going fine, i’m more eager about it than you. i’m sorry for being that way.” he shrugs one arm, feeling a little guilt and embarrassment for sex being a must thing for him while it probably matters very little to her in comparison. it kind of downs him out, makes him feel like all he does is pressure her, for even needing to have a conversation like this in the first place.
“no, i wasn’t in the mood to do it tonight.” he says truthfully, “i’m exhausted, so i wasn’t thinking it at all. but after you kissed me like that, i started getting wild urges...without meaning to.” he sheepishly chuckles, adding truthfully once again. “i’m not even in the mood but touching me and kissing me will just spring my desire into action, i think that’s just normal. you’re so beautiful, something would have to be wrong with any man not getting lovestruck and turned on even while bein’ super tired.” he explains, so she doesn’t think it’s just some ‘high libido’ speaking. “i understand what you’re saying. us fighting and being unpredictable keeps you turned off.” that’s what he is gathering, at least. as he nods and understands that from her part, even though it’s never bothered him much. “yeah i do. the brush is all yours.” axl gently smiles, handing her it by turning it her way.
#rcsechild#canon verse.#good good *rubs evil hands* :')#i honestly wouldnt want to be their therapist lol when they list off everything that's not working :') the poor therapist is gonna be like#is there anything that IS actually working for you two???
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It Takes a Village? | by IV, V and Me
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It Takes a Village? | by IV, V and Me
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“It Takes a Village”
We have all heard it… shoot, I think I even said it last week, but is ‘it takes a village’ just a phrase or is it really truth? Honestly, this phrase never even crossed my mind until my son was born and all the villagers came out of hiding with the good, the bad and the ugly advice; but this didn’t really bother me until I got some parenting experience under my belt. My son is 9 months old so obviously I am now an expert… even so; I was now ready to bestow my “parenting wisdom” on other moms. As soon as another mom mentioned any struggle she was having with her kids, I wanted to jump in to save the day with my expert advice on the matter… queue the other mom holding back on rolling her eyes as I ask the question all moms know too well “have you tried this?” like she hadn’t googled every possible solution to the problem she was dealing with. Was I really going to be that villager, the one with the pitchfork of advice at the ready any time I talked to another mom? Is a village necessary to survive parenthood? If so, what is truly needed?
Getting to the truth
I decided it was time to actually get other mommy perspectives on the subject of ‘it takes a village’. So, I gave a shout out to the Facebook world with 4 questions, two for and two against parenting advice to see if the “village” was more helpful or harmful.
Once you become a mom, something that is needed is thick skin, so that when you do end up receiving unwarranted advice, you can take it with a grain of salt. My friend Jamey W. said it best “I have heard/felt things that while harsh at the time, as I reflected (and minimized my pride) realized they were probably right or at least something there that should be considered.” This is a mom with a teenager and a college student; her answer is why I need to have mentors in my village to explain, “Pride causes us to miss a lot of truth.” Yes, getting offended is a cultural phenomenon, but instead of pouting, I can take what has been said and use it to grow and become a better, more developed person. I learned pride gets in the way of even allowing myself to be surrounded by a village. One obvious way I realized I needed growth in was learning that my son could benefit from being around others.
At first, I was very hesitant to allow other people be around my son, I mean, I made him… I can be selfish, right? But once I got past that, I found how beneficial it was to have others interact with my child. They would play with him in ways that never would have crossed my mind, and truly showed me new ways to love my son. “It is incredibly valuable to be in community with other people who pour into and love your child– they speak into their lives in a multitude of ways, and it’s powerful and humbling and so much better than doing it on your own. Other people can speak into their gifts, challenges, and behavior in a way that you can’t, and they see the things you have blind spots to.” –Annie M. This is why it is so important to have peers be in my village. Your peers can help you to be more creative with teaching and during play time as Jenna S. saw this as “a refreshing reminder to not let your child play her way right through her days without me, I just don’t want to miss It.” This has also opened my eyes to the fact that controlling every aspect of my life is just not attainable; I need help and support.
Being a very controlling person, I really wanted to do everything on my own and then… well, exhaustion set in. The other night I broke down (my son has started waking up at 2:00am hyper and not going back to sleep until 3:30am), my husband offered to pray with me as I was rocking our son to sleep and I said, “no, I just want to get Ru to sleep.” It took me about 5 minutes to realize what I needed was my husband to pray over me and once I gave up that control, it was like a gospel choir came rising up singing “Hallelujah”! A wise friend stated, “Praying that the Lord would guide you in each situation and lead you on how to love, affirm, teach, correct, and discipline in a way that is honoring to him. Praying isn’t hard to do, but always feeling prepared and equipped can be hard when it comes to parenting.” This makes me realize that protectors are needed in my village. God allows us to lean on him and others just as a friend who is a fellow new mom has grown to “learn now more than ever to trust in God’s plan and have faith that no matter what, He knows what is best and He is leading our lives.” After recognizing all that was needed for my village to be a great support system, there was something gnawing at the back of mind, something that was missing.
Out of all the moms I had asked these questions to, one specifically made me realize something most moms are afraid to say “I am one amazing woman and mom.” –Jen H. She is a single mom who has had to learn how to be strong for her and her kids. “But our God is good. And he put me through some tough times that led me to now. And who am I now? A fully functional adult who can clean and not lose her cool; I make doctors appointments and make sure the kids get their fruits and veggies.” This is when I realized confidence is needed in myself for the village. I am my toughest critique when it comes to my skills as a mother but why can’t I admit that some days I am doing a great job or some things I do rock at as a mother. I feel confidence could be such a great tool for us to spur on to be even better, to never stop trying to achieve the goal of loving our children fiercely.
The Do’s and Don’ts
Here are some of the BEST advice moms have benefited from hearing:
“You’re going to make mistakes, they grow up despite us, and they grow up fast so enjoy every moment.” –Jennie H.
“It is the ride of your life! Have fun! Find what works for you and do that.” –SueEllen H.
“Sleep when the baby sleeps” –Candace T., Chrissy S.
“Never let the kids leave the house without saying you love them. And always say encouraging words to your children.” –Ann M.
“Each difficult stage is temporary and you will miss It.” –Calli K.
“Do what you feel is best for you and your child and not to worry about what others think.” –Amanda B.
Things to keep in mind NOT to do:
“Saying things like ‘they are going to see it eventually.’ It doesn’t mean they need to see it now!” –Candace T.
“My sister-in-law never had kids and she always told me how to raise them, she would punish them in front of me when they would do something that was no big deal to me.” –Ann M.
“I felt pressured by others to use formula, feed her puréed and solid food, to sleep train when I wasn’t quite ready yet.” –Calli K.
“I have had a lot of people tell me that my daughter is big for her age and maybe I should watch what I feed her.” –Amanda B.
“As I was struggling to get my firstborn to latch I decided to pump and bottle feed her until our latch was successful. My MIL told me bottle-feeding wouldn’t create as strong of a bond as breastfeeding would. My bond with both my children is unbreakable and bottle shaming is as ridiculous and insensitive as breast shaming. Fed is best!” –Anonymous
“People trying to fix problems I’ve been working on forever like my child’s diet or showing distaste for the freedoms I allow.” –Jenna S.
So, is ‘it takes a village’ just a phrase or is it truth?
The truth is, it takes the right village… so choose wisely.
-IV, V and Me
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pairing: single dad! Aizawa Shouta x Reader, daughter! Eri x Reader, daughter! Eri x single dad! Aizawa Shouta
synopsis: you realized your neighbor have been coming home everyday
tw: fluff, single dad! Aizawa, daughter! Eri, comfort, reader lowkey don't have any sense of danger, mentions of crazy ex, Aizawa is a normal school teacher, normal world AU, mentions of adoption, adorable Eri, tired Aizawa
w.c : 2.7k
a/n: Halu! I'm back after so long!! Well I have been having some writer's block, and so I was trying to get into my groove, then I found out about collabs!! I'm new to Tumblr so that was new to me, and after like reading so many collabs, I decided to join myself!! If you guys noticed, I have been reblogging a lot of collabs cause yeah, I don't really have any self control. BUT! I have a lot of ideas for the collabs! If anything, this collab I'm joining is about to close soon, so I had fun chasing the deadline. Anyway!! I hope you guys have fun reading this, and sorry for the lengthy a/n, thank you @nuclevi for such an amazing collab, and allowing me to join! Also thank you to everyone who have been reading my fics, and following me! I really appreciate it :D I'm sorry if this one not really that good, but I truly hope I conveyed the story properly!
COLLAB : DADDY'S DAY OUT
You have always wonder who, or what kind of person live next to you. Despite already living in that apartment for 6 months, you have never heard, or even met them. Not to mention that your mysterious neighbor is barely home; you know because your neighbor tends to close their door with a bang, albeit not too loud. To begin with, you weren’t really a curious being in the first place, just that only recently, you have started to notice that your neighbor is home every day, and you can occasionally hear the sound of a child crying. You were worried of course, who’s the child, why so suddenly, are you going to be featured in a documentary soon?
But your curiosity was finally answered when you came back home from work, and there they, or rather he, the neighbor who you always wonder about. He was tall, lanky even, his dark circles were dark enough for you to understand the unshaven stubbles. You then saw the little child beside him, holding onto his black shirt. She was wearing the cutest pink dress, and you can’t help but coo at how cute she looks. Awkwardly, you walk slowly to your door, trying not to startle your neighbor.
He was fumbling his key holes whilst holding onto two bags of groceries. You could hear him grunting in frustration as he jams the key inside, finally, and with a quick sigh of relief, he opens the door. Truly, it seems like lady luck is frowning upon your neighbor when the paper bag ripped, and his groceries were rolling all over the floor. Seeing that, you quickly jump to action by picking up the rolling groceries, and then quickly went to the man to give him it.
The long-haired man eyes bore into yours as he mutters a thanks. You give him a curt nod as you were turning around to go back to your apartment, you saw the state of his apartment, and gasps. Like a huge, embarrassing¸ gasp, and that alerted the man. Your eyes fumble around at the clothes strewn all over, the toys here and there, and there was a distinct smell. You frowned at the condition of his home, and the thought of him housing a child there makes the frown deeper. You know what those condition means; he has his hands full on everything.
“Are you okay?”. You blurted out the question before your mind could think. The man stare into you as his eyes were filled with contemplation. He sighed, looking down while shrugging as he answers.
“Just… parenthood’s kinda tough.” You see, Aizawa is not one to just air out his personal problems, but ever since he found out he actually have a kid with his ex, and his crazy ex put the child for adoption, his life has been in constant hurry. You nodded in understanding as you ask again.
“Do you need any help? I can help you out, no biggie.” You utter with a warm smile, as you flash the little child a smile to. She adorably, hid behind her father while holding onto his shirt. Aizawa contemplates whether he should take up the offer, but he truly, he doesn’t really have much option. Trying to juggle his demanding work, and the appearance of his new child has put a huge toll on him physically and mentally.
And so Aizawa nodded, his head fall, feeling sudden embarrassment from the situation. He then saw a hand popping out, and as he looks back up, he saw your bright smile.
“The name’s (Y/n)! It’s very nice to meet you neighbor”. He blinked at you, as a smirk grows on his face. He extends his hand out, clasping yours for a hand shake.
“Aizawa Shouta. The little kid is Eri.” You grin, and crouch down, leveling with Eri.
“Hi Eri, can I be your friend?”. You said, extending your hand to hers. Eri looked at you with curiosity in her mind, then she looks up to Aizawa. Aizawa rubs her head, and nodded. Eri then look back at you, and with the cutest smile you have ever seen, she clasps your hand, and whispers a yes.
After the brief introduction, you told Aizawa that you’re going to place your things back at home before going to his, which he understands. You quickly went back to your apartment, and put down your things. As you were running out, you decided to change into a comfy pair of pants so it’ll be easier for you to move around. You then knock Aizawa’s door, and was greeted by Aizawa himself, as he welcomes you in.
“Sorry the house is a bit messy.” You chuckle, and pat his back two times. “That’s why I'm here Aizawa.” He smiled sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck.
You rolled up your sleeves, as you scan your surroundings, making mental notes on what to do, and where to start. You then ask Aizawa where the cleaning products are, in which he shows, and help you out by taking the products, and items you needed.
“So, what can I do to help-”. You put out a finger in front of him, shushing him. You place your hands on his shoulders, and turn him around, pushing him to his child.
“You and Eri should both take a bath, I’ll handle everything.”
“But-”
“No buts Mr. Aizawa, go and relax for once, okay?”. You give him a huge grin but Aizawa hesitated on letting you do all the work. You give him a stare down, and after a while of your little staring contest, he sighed in defeat, and went over to Eri to ask her if she wants to take a bath together. Eri who has been watching the bickering, thought that her father needs some time of his own, and she is already a big girl. She rejected her father, and told her that she’ll take her own shower. Aizawa sigh in defeat again, as he nodded and went over to his own room.
“Eri, do you want me to give you a bath instead?”. Eri glance at you, twiddling them hem of her dress. You smiled, and crouched down closer to Eri as you whisper.
“How about you clean up the toys in your room, and then after I finish cleaning up around the house, I’ll help you with a bath, how’s that sound?”. Eri give you a big smile as she rushes to her room. You smile softly, as you stood up. The first thing you start with was to look into the fridge to figure out what to cook. You then saw some ground meat, and place them in a big bowl with water, so it can dethaw. You then begin to pick up the clothes scatter around the house, and then chuck them into the washer machine. After that, you pick up everything else that was on the floor, which was mainly Eri’s toys, and start sweeping, and mopping the apartment.
You then spray some anti-bacteria everywhere, and spray some scented freshener afterwards. Once you were done with the living room, you quickly went back to the kitchen. You wash all the dishes, and wipe down the counter tops, and the dining table. After that, you were going to begin your cooking when you hear tiny footsteps coming towards you.
“I finished cleaning my room!”. Eri announced excitedly, as you pat her head.
“Thank you Eri! I’m gonna start with dinner real quick, and then I’ll help you with your bath okay?”. Eri nodded vigorously as she stood beside you, asking if there’s anything she can help you with. You were going to refuse but the eager look on her face made you melt. You then asked her to help you with setting up the table which she quickly obliges.
You start with washing the rice, and cooking it in the rice cooker. After that you begin chopping up all the needed ingredients for you to make the hamburger steak. You heard kids love eating it, and so after scanning through the recipe, you quickly start with your cooking. Thankfully, everything went smoothly, and you managed to finish cooking in under 20 minutes.
As you were serving the food at the dining table, Aizawa came out of his room with wet hair, white long sleeve, and black pants. He glances at the clock on the wall, and realized so much time has passed. He didn’t mean to take so long, but he finally could tidy up his own room, and take a long bath. He then approaches you, looking at you tinkering around the kitchen, and thought, how comfortable this feels. You upon seeing the approaching man, smile at Aizawa as he nodded, and then glance at her daughter, who haven’t shower.
“Eri, I thought you were going to take a shower?”. Aizawa ask as he close the distance between him, and his daughter.
“Ah sorry Aizawa, I asked her if she wants me to give her a bath, and she agrees, soooo…”. Aizawa frowned at the idea but Eri quickly held onto his shirt, giving him her best puppy eyes. It seems like Aizawa is losing to everyone today as he sighs again, for so many times already.
“Well since dinner is done, might as well eat first, and then you can take a bath, okay?” Eri nodded happily, as she went to her seat on the dining table.
“Aizawa, it will be alright if I join the both of you for dinner, right?”. You ask with a sheepish grin.
“Of course, you have help out, if anything, I should be the one cooking.” You told him that its okay, and they should start dinner.
“This taste amazing!!”. Eri exclaimed as Aizawa agrees. His heart swell at how nice you are, to help a complete stranger. It almost made him wary, but he cast away those doubts when he saw how gentle you are with Eri.
“So where do you work Aizawa?”. You ask after some minutes eating in silence.
“I’m a teacher at U.A actually.
“Woah! that’s amazing Aizawa. That was my dream school but, hehe, I didn’t pass the examination.” Aizawa nodded in understanding as he asks you.
“How about you? Where do you work?”.
“I actually work as a human resource manager in one of these hotels.” The both of you then went on with your conversations, asking each other about the most random things, serious stuff here and there.
For a while, Aizawa realize that he has actually been craving this, surprisingly. Aizawa have always been an introvert, but he always has Hizashi to talk too, but ever since he has Eri, he has been keeping it a secret, and avoiding Hizashi. It’s surprising to Aizawa that he wanted to relax like this, have someone to talk to. Not only that, it’s so easy to talk to you, and your presence feels so warm to him.
“I’ll do the dishes, don’t worry. You promised Eri right?”. You nodded with a smile, as you picked up Eri, giggling with her all the way to her room. Aizawa could only shakes his head at your antics, as he cleans up the dishes. He admits, he finally could have a little breather. The house look, feel, and smell clean. The dinner you made were so good, and he is truly grateful that he, and Eri could finally have some home cooking after a while.
After finishing up, he then went to Eri’s bedroom, hearing laughter from the bathroom, and saw you washing her head, making weird shapes with Eri’s hair. He then observes the both of you quietly, leaning his body on the door frame, as you told her to close her eyes, and hold her breath, as you wash away the shampoo in her head.
“Good job Eri! You’re so amazing!”. Eri grins at you, as she saw her father.
“Papa!”. Eri shouted, as Aizawa went over, and held onto her hand, giving it a squeeze.
“Did you have fun princess?”. She nodded, as you went over to take a towel, to help her out of the tub.
Aizawa then went out of the bathroom, to give the two of you space. He was sitting down on one of the dining table chairs, waiting for the both of you, when only you came out.
“Where’s Eri?”.
“She said, she’s sleepy, so she’s going to sleep first”. Suddenly the both of you were quiet, and you break the silence first.
“I think I should go-”.
“Sit down first please, I want to talk with you.” He said, as you nodded and sit down in front of him. It was silence again, Aizawa was looking down at his fingers, and then back at you.
“Thank you… thank you so much for all of this.” Aizawa gestures around the apartment, and places his hand back on top of the table. He contemplates again whether it will be alright to talk to you about his condition, but you beat him to it.
“Did something happen?”. Aizawa gave you a questioning look, as you stare into his eyes, and continue.
“Well, you know how paper thin the walls can be right? So, I realized that you have been coming home a lot, and then I heard the sound of your child crying so I have been worried actually…”. You admit, as Aizawa slowly nod.
“Well, everything happened. I broke up with my ex-wife a long time ago, and I found out that I actually have a child with her” Aizawa sighs, rubbing his face as he continues. “Turns out that crazy bitch put my child up for adoption because she wants to fucking party, and fuck around”.
You hissed at his words, and frowned. How could someone just left such a beautiful child all alone. Your heart bleeds for Eri, and Aizawa who just found out.
“So, I brought her back, and turns out Eri have a lot of traumas… The first few months she always wakes up screaming from her nightmares. Sometimes she’s scared of me, but I have been trying to build her trust on me. But you guess it, it was not easy”. You were observing Aizawa as he speaks, and you notice his weak shoulders caving in, and the tired look before came again. You felt bad for him, it’s such a turn of events for him. You slowly place your hand on his trembling ones, lightly squeezing it.
Aizawa slowly looks up, noticing your worried look, and reluctantly, he squeezes your hand back. Then it was silence again, as the both of you savor each other’s presence. You were the one to break the silence again, as you say.
“Well, Aizawa, I don’t mind coming over to help you once in a while. Besides I really like Eri, she’s an adorable kid.”
“I could never ask for such things again (y/n). What you have done today was more than enough.” Aizawa said, his face twisting in discomfort.
You shake your head, smiling, and squeezing his hand again. “Please, I don’t really mind. If anything, it’s such a delight for me to talk to Eri, and well, you.” You said, a light blush spreads through your cheek.
Aizawa smirks at your remark as he chuckles. “Well then (y/n), I can’t possibly say no now”. You look up immediately in glee, as you give him the biggest grin.
“I think I should go now Aizawa, it’s pretty late already.” He nodded, walking you to the door. As you were outside, you turn around facing Aizawa again. He was smiling down at you, as you took one of his hands, and squeezes it again.
“Take care Aizawa. See you later”. You whisper, giving him a soft smile, as Aizawa nod, giving your hand a slight rub before you went off to your own place. Aizawa was smiling like an idiot, he felt stupid for smiling over some whispers, and hand squeezes. As Aizawa turn around after closing the door, he saw Eri standing there with a grin on her face.
“Papa likes (y/n)”. She exclaimed as Aizawa chuckles, and nodded. He pulls up Eri into her arms, bringing her back to her room.
“Yeah, papa thinks so.”
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For the baby one!!!!
Waking up to little one crying out in their sleep.
Little one settling down after you finally figure out what they need.
(Dadrry from the moment)
A cry breaks through the silence of the small apartment, it wakes you and Harry immediately. The exhaustion was evident on both of your faces. Its only been three weeks since the babies were born, but you two have yet to get used to this new life of parenthood.
"Thats Caroline." You rasp out getting ready to get out of bed. Your breasts were heavy with milk, as they do when they are ready to be pumped or fed to a baby. You always knew when feeding time was because your breasts would naturally start to leak.
"No stay, ill get her. You want to feed or should I get a bottle?" He asks pulling on some discarded sweatpants after hearing you answer a small breastfeed. You fall right back asleep once he leaves.
Harry can hear the soft whimpers coming from his little baby. Its only a short walk from his room to the babies room- the apartment being small enough for just the four of you guys.
He walks into the room, a spots Caroline squirming in her bed snugly bundled in her yellow baby sleep bag. Her bassinet is right across from her sister, who is sleeping quite peacefully despite the noise.
"Oh my little bear, what's wrong?" His dad voice is soft and higher than his normal rasp. She quiets immediately, her arms reaching forward instinctively for her daddy. Her little cheeks are covered in tears, eyelashes dew dropped by the wetness. Harry thumbs her round cheeks wiping away the sadness.
She's small in his arms, curling up almost immediately into her dad. She's no longer crying, as if the only thing she wanted was one of her parents. Harry checks her diaper but finds no pee or poo.
Back in the room, Harry finds you in deep sleep, mouth ajar with soft snores escaping your mouth. You wake when the bed dips from Harrys weight.
Sitting up you unbutton you sleeping shirt already braless and ready to feed. "Come here my baby." You mumble.
Caroline melts into her mothers touch, latching onto the leaking nipple with no problem. Caroline was more dependent on her parents. She loved to be held or holding onto one of her parents. She cried when she wasnt near them or when they left her alone for a few moments to maybe use the restroom or get food. Lucille was the opposite from her sister wanting nothing more than to be on her own or observing everything on her own.
Harry watched you feed the little bear, his heart swelling with pride and happiness. You seemed so in your element, being nurturing and motherly. Thats not to say that your only purpose as a woman is to be a mother but to say that you took on this role perfectly. You rested on Harry as Caroline slowly ate.
Before Harry knew it, you were fast asleep with an also asleep Caroline. She suckled on her mom in her sleep, a greedy little bub. Eventually she became so milk drunk the fell asleep soundlessly. Harry moved Caroline into his arms startling you. When you realized it was just Harry you fell back into the bed and to sleep, breasts out and all.
Harry places Caroline in the small rocker that you guys keep in your room. She sighs as she meets the soft rocker, a tiny little smile playing at her lips. Harry could disappear in that moment content to see his babes sweet smile.
Crawling into bed, Harry buttons your shirt back up before cuddling you into his arms. The motion causes for you to groan but you grip Harry tighter. Harry falls asleep content. He had you sleeping in his arms, one little bear moments away sleeping with a full belly, and another little bear, a little fighter, sleeping and dreaming about the adventures of the future.
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You read every gojohime fic???? That's amazing!!! What are your favourites?
hello anonie! i guess i can say i’ve read at least a good 80% of all the fics, at least. probably. most likely because the fic tag at the start of the year was tiny and now the community’s grown so much there’s almost 600 of them. that’s insane to me. like hello?
i have a lotta fics that come to mind, that i should honestly make a master post on because i love them all. so here are a few many that came to mind immediately as i typed this up.
gojohime fic recommendations!
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limitations by ohmytheon
“Parenthood chooses you," her mother used to tell her, but Utahime never understood that saying more than the moment she realized she was pregnant with Gojo Satoru's child. They were never meant to be something serious - never meant to be more than they were - and yet they both suddenly find themselves in a world that doesn't care about their desires - and that brings them closer in a way that no one else can understand. It won't be easy and it won't be kind to either of them, but it appears as if the universe has other plans for them
no one is what they were before by ohmytheon
The world broke when Gojo Satoru turned on jujutsu society. It's not the hopeful place it was before, but Utahime has never been one to give up. Until she's placed in a dangerous position directly in his path, and she finds herself trapped in a web that doesn't seem intent on ever letting her go.
and touch me like you never by ohmytheon
In public, Gojo is a special grade bastard, especially to Utahime, and has been all their lives. He knows exactly what insults to throw and what buttons to push to drive her up a wall. In private, however, he's got quite a few other things to tell and show her, which only makes things more confusing. It would be easier if she could avoid him entirely, but for some reason, he won't let her go entirely.
gravity by aerfei
This is Utahime, fierce and indomitable, and this is Satoru, who despite holding the world’s regard, still craves something that Utahime has had all her life. Coming together is sometimes an act of desperation, and sometimes a deliberate choice. Or: An Iori Utahime character study, through the lens of her relationship with Gojo Satoru, starting from the beginning and ending at the Goodwill Event arc. Manga spoilers and (at least 95%) canon-compliant through (at least) chapter 135.
count every single leaf in autumn by florieneofthesea
“I told my family we’re dating.” Utahime’s hand hovers over the door. “What?!” (or: Gojo tells his family that he's dating Utahime to get them off his back, so of course they invite her to the dreaded family dinner™)
favourite colour by otherthingsonhold
At 28, Satoru Gojo's responsibilities only start to multiply. With his clan looking to him to lead the family, and the balance of the universe in his hands, Gojo isn't thinking of much else. But when his mother brings something to his attention, the only thing Gojo can do is follow through. But how is Utahime Iori part of all of this?
gojo catoru by ashittywriter
Utahime is tasked to catsit a suspiciously large Persian dollface cat with pristine white hair, the most boop-able nose, and to top it off the cutest cerulean eyes. Too bad the cat also happens to be her idiotic colleague Gojo Satoru.
at the tail-end of spring by florieneofthesea
Utahime doesn't expect to remember her ex's number off by heart but it comes in handy when she's a little less than sober outside a club in a city she's not familiar with and her battery on three percent. She just wishes things turned out differently for them. (Or, post-break up exploration where outer forces refuse to let them have their happy ending.)
a second chance by onewordmore
In another world, it wasn't Geto who sneered down at humanity, regarding them to be worthless monkeys that deserved to die. In another world, it wasn't Geto who openly defied the Jujutsu Council and brought down terror and fear to all. In another world, it wasn't just Amanai Riko who died that day, amidst the cheers and delighted cries of the insane. And Utahime was going to learn, first hand, the consequences of her own death.
from you to me by onewordmore
A drabble series regarding Gojo and Utahime. From fluff to smut to angst to love. This is going to have it all.
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oceansize by aerfei
The marriage is arranged by their families, small clans both, with all their hopes and traditions laid gently upon the shoulders of their only heirs -- and yet, this distance is impassable.
under the cover of darkness by ohmytheon
It takes a little alcohol, early morning hours, and a game of truth or dare for Gojo and Utahime to admit some difficult truths to each other.
risk/reward by ohmytheon
No punishment had ever been more effective in making Gojo do his actual job than receiving praise from his secretary - or more grueling than when Utahime withheld it.
like a good roommate by ohmytheon
Utahime has a problem: her bed wasn't delivered to the new apartment. Her ridiculous roommate, Gojo, has a solution - but he's kind of panicking on the inside.
aware of us by halspur
“We did alright, didn’t we?” Gojo put his phone down after taking several dozen photos of Tsumiki walking across the stage, his eyes soft. “I mean, we were just kids, too.”
love song by halspur
“Because you’re weak.” Gojo said, muffled into the thin skin of her throat. “I can’t leave you alone.”
tear you apart by halspur
“I don’t want to be mean to you,” Utahime’s cheek was pressed into his spine, her voice muffled. “I like you.”
cuddles are for clean boyfriends by just_trying_my_best_everyday
Utahime finds Gojo Satoru sitting right behind the door, blindfold hanging on his neck, completely soaked in blood and petting her cat with both hands. And he stinks.
honey by florieneofthesea
Gojo Satoru experiences love a decade before he fully realises it.
roots by florieneofthesea
At the start of winter, Utahime starts to cough up blood. She thinks maybe its just the lingering damage from her last mission, but the coughing persists and it starts to scratch her throat, and itch at her lungs and when she finally makes the trip to Tokyo to ask Shoko for her help, she doesn't even get the first word out. Shoko welcomes her at the entrance to Tokyo Metropolitan Technical School and Utahime hacks up a single, pale blue petal, smattered with blood. She stares down at the flora on the ground and wonders if she's been cursed. Utahime looks up, and Shoko's eyes are wide.
to have and to hold by ashittywriter
“M’sorry," Gojo said his voice slurring at the end. "But please go away, I have a girlfriend." Utahime blinked in confusion. What the fuck?
souvenir by PrettyKittyLuvsU
“Aha!” Gojo tugged something out of his pocket, his long fingers curled around it as he held his hand behind his back. His other hand waved before him, a cheeky grin splitting his lips. “Ora, ora! Hold out your hand.” Utahime stared flatly. “Ora, ora!” Gojo persisted, continuing to wave his hand as he grinned. “Hold out your hand already!” Utahime scowled at the hand swaying infront of her face. She had half a mind to slap the man instead, but her students were closely watching. Even Gojo’s students, the second years mainly—for Sukuna’s vessel was apologizing profusely as the brown haired girl continued kicking him while the quiet one made no effort to stop her— looked in fascination at whatever ridiculous souvenir Gojo wanted to hand her. Utahime slowly lifted her arm, already planning on throwing the thing back in Gojo’s annoying face. Gojo gets Utahime a very special kind of souvenir. Set during the start of the Goodwill arc.
dayum this exposes me huh? i do be reading a lot but what can i say i love to see it. all these fics are amazing, to the writers y’all are doing fantastically like my goodness you be really putting ya girl in a loop with some of these fics with your plot-lines and doing it flawlessly. can’t thank them enough for them, their hard work and time!
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For Day 29 of Rowaelin Month
“A song fic-“
The song- “Always Been You” by Quinn XCII
CW- Mentions of miscarriage and divorce
"I can't believe you right now."
Rowan looks at his wife in frustration. She's sitting at the end of their bed, staring listlessly at the wall. The skirt of the red dress she's wearing is wrinkled, and his heart aches when he notices the mascara marks on her cheeks.
"Aelin," Rowan tries again to reach for her, but she leans away from his grasp.
"No, Rowan. I'm done."
Rowan takes a long swing from the beer in front of him. The time on his phone alerts him that he's spent most of the evening sulking at his bar.
The guys had invited him to dinner, but Rowan hadn't felt like going in light of his current situation. Instead, choosing to meander to the shady little pub they'd passed by coming from the airport.
His lawyer had sent him numerous emails. Documents to sign, agreements to approve, and papers he needed to read through before sending them to the judge.
Divorce was a pain, and Aelin wasn't making it easy.
"Hey, bud. I thought I might find you here." Fenrys slides onto the barstool next to his.
Rowan sighs and rubs the lines forming on his forehead. "Well, I thought it was obvious I didn't want company."
"Too bad. Drinking alone isn't a good look on you." Fenrys raises a hand and motions for another round of beers. "How are things going with ya know?"
"Shitty. She's never paid a dime of rent on that apartment, but she wants the lease signed into her name and for me to front the first four months of rent." Rowan cracks a peanut between his finger. He has no intent to eat the growing pile in front of him. He just craved the satisfaction of breaking something.
"Well, have you talked to her about that?" Fenrys frowns in sympathy, knowing how equally attached both parties were to the little rental.
Rowan laughs mirthlessly. "No, she said that it was better if our conversations were mediated. I always knew Aelin was catty, but she's acting like such a-"
"Don't." Fenrys gives Rowan a severe look. "I know you are upset, but don't start saying shit you'll regret."
Rowan pauses and reluctantly nods his agreement. It's the alcohol talking. He knew the problems that had festered his marriage were predominantly his responsibility.
He takes a deep breath, but a heaviness seems to keep the air from reaching his lungs fully. The weight was slowly becoming too familiar, starting the day Aelin had presented him with the papers.
Rowan wishes he'd done more. Wishes he'd paid more attention and seen the signs of Aelin's unhappiness.
The day Aelin had broken down in their bedroom had been a cold wake-up call but by then? It was already too late.
"You missed our anniversary Rowan." Aelin shouts and pulls her heels off angrily.
Rowan picks up a shoe and tries to hand it back to her. "I know. I'm sorry. It's not too late, though. We can still go out? There's still time to salvage-"
Aelin turns away from him and seems to fold in on herself. Rowan wants to reach out. He wants to hold her, but something dark is building in the air.
"I don't want your leftovers, Rowan," Aelin whispers. "That's all I get anymore—your leftover time. Your leftover attention. Whatever leftover resentment you bring home from work."
"Aelin-" he tries to cut off her depressive spiral, but she's not finished.
"You used to call me during the day." Aelin's voice cracks, and he realizes she's crying. "Every day, you would call me on your break. Now you don't even call when you leave town."
"Baby, just listen to me." He puts his hands on her shoulders, but Aelin breaks his grasp to turn around and look at him.
"Is there someone else?" Her eyes are wide and vulnerable. So unlike his regular Aelin."
"What?" His brain is struggling even to formulate a reply. Rowan's lack of response only causes Aelin to worry more.
Something in her cracks. There's a quiver to her lips, and her face drains of color. "Oh. Oh no."
"Aelin. I swear there is no one else." Rowan finally says, but it's too late.
"Is," Aelin presses the heels of her hands against her eyes. "Is it because I lost the baby?" She sucks in a hiccupping breath. "You've always wanted kids. So did I, but my fucking body doesn't work."
Aelin closes her eyes, and Rowan knows she's speaking more to herself than him, but her words gut him just the same. "My body doesn't work right. I keep giving us false hopes and wasting money on pregnancy tests. Of course, you would look for a woman who can give you what you want."
He's surprised by the sudden flare of anger in him. "Don't put words in my mouth. That will never be your fault."
They'd known right from the start their journey to parenthood would be a long one. Aelin had a family history of complicated fertility. It had seemed so trivial when they got married. Yet even knowing there could be issues, nothing quite prepared them for the pain of a miscarriage.
Aelin sniffles, unable to force back her grief, "But you resent me. Don't you?"
Rowan doesn't reply.
"It's rough," Rowan admits out loud. "I let a lot get left unsaid. I was hurt and pushed her away. Now she won't even speak to me without a lawyer present."
Fenrys nods, "It's all probably for the best. Once this is over, you guys can put this drama behind you."
"I wish it were that easy," Rowan knocks back the rest of his beer. He grimaces at the drink. It's not taking hold quickly enough.
Fenrys raises an eyebrow. "You both will be able to shut the book on this chapter of your lives and move on? Considering how bloody you two have been fighting, it sounds ideal."
They sit in silence. Fenrys takes the peanut basket away from Rowan and picks at the shells. The bartender comes by, and disgruntledly eyes Rowan's pile of crumbs as he orders a whiskey neat.
Fen was like his little brother, but Rowan found it hard to admit his real problem to him aloud. "I still love her."
The basket goes flying over the side of the counter, and Fenrys chokes on his beer. "What?"
Rowan can't look him in the eye, "We lost a baby. It was early. Aelin didn't want to tell everyone. Three years we tried to get pregnant, and finally, a test comes back positive. She was so happy."
"Shit," Fenrys says quietly. "I'm so sorry."
"It was there, and then it was gone. I thought Aelin was fine. She cried for a week, but then it was like a switch flipped, and she was back to normal." Rowan clenches a napkin in his fist. "I was devastated. It hurt like hell, but I didn't want to send her back into a depression." Rowan shakes his head at how stupid he'd been. "So I put some distance between us. I didn't want her to think I was upset with her."
"I didn't feel better," Rowan sips the whiskey, relishing the warmth. "It made me mad that she got over it so quickly, and I couldn't. I didn't realize that I was growing that space between us. I didn't understand how much guilt she harbored and that she tried to be strong for me. Not until she broke."
"We fought. I said all the wrong things. Aelin couldn't take it anymore, she left, and I didn't stop her." Rowan leans his head on his hands and elbows against the counter. "She's the love of my life, and I watched her walk out the door."
Fenrys sucks in a breath and sighs. "You are my best friend, and I mean this in the most loving way possible. Why the hell are you here?"
"What?" Rowan looks at Fenrys annoyed face.
"Get out of here. Go. I'll tell the boss you have ebola or some shit." Fenrys fishes his wallet out and throws cash on the bar. "I'll even cover the tab. Just leave. Now."
"What? I don't understand?"
Fenrys looks at Rowan like he's stupid. "No offense, but you are about as interesting as a brick wall. The fact you caught a girl like Aelin is astonishing. If you love her, are you honestly going to let her go on being miserable?"
"She's not miserable," Rowan scoffs.
Fenrys laughs bitterly. "You forget I'm pals with Aedion too? Aelin winds up at his house almost every evening crying her eyes out. You two are still hopelessly in love. You're just dumb and badly in need of a good conversation."
"Aelin is upset?" A sense of disbelief washes over him.
"Yes! She misses you, but she's under the impression you are off sleeping around." His face saddens. "I told Aedion you weren't. He knows I go on all of these trips with you. Aelin's just upset you're gone and needs to believe in something that can help her let go."
Rowan stands up, swaying. "I have to go."
"Hell yeah, you do. Give Aelin my love," Fenrys waves as Rowan vates the bar like a hawk out of hell.
Aelin sets the stack of papers in front of him.
Rowan had been camping out in his office ever since there disaster of an anniversary. He'd texted a few times, but every time they talked, it was like relighting a fuze. Things weren't getting better.
"What are these?" Rowan asks without looking up from his screen.
"Your ticket to freedom," Aelin sits in the chair across from him.
She looks thin, thinner than she did when Arobynn was her foster father. It physically hurts Rowan that he's causing her that kind of stress. Glancing at the papers, she slapped in front of him. His blood becomes like an ice river through his body. "Aelin-"
"I'm not the one for you. That's apparent now. I won't hold you hostage in a marriage that you aren't happy in." Aelin blinks, and a tear slides down her face. He wants to wipe it away, but he's beyond angry. She was giving up on them.
"If this is what you want," Rowan slides the papers towards him and pulls out a pen.
Rowan is racing the familiar paths to their apartment. He doesn't care that it's almost four in the morning. The plane ride between Perranth and Ornyth is mercifully short, but he can't force himself to wait another minute.
"Aelin," he yells through their door. "Baby, answer me. Open the door."
Rowan's fists tap a consistent rhythm on the door, and his heart skips a beat when a bedraggled Aelin finally appears. "Rowan, do you know what time it is?"
She's in a pair of grey flannel pajamas, not one of her usual silky numbers. Aelin's eyes are red around the edges, and her face is still dewy from the excessive amount of lotion he knows she loves to put on. Rowan knows all of her routines. All of her favorite outfits, comfort movies, and best memories. He knows the scar she has on her left hand from an abusive foster father. Rowan remembers how the bridge of her nose wrinkles when she's upset in the same spot her cousin's does.
He knows everything about her, because not only were they husband and wife, they were best friends.
How could he have let that go?
Before Aelin can ask any more questions, Rowan has swept her into his arms. "I missed you so damn much."
"Rowan, have you been drinking?" Aelin asks in a voice cracked with emotion.
His hands are running up her back, and his knows burrows into her hair. He's always loved the smell of her jasmine shampoo. "Fireheart, I never resented you for losing the baby."
"Rowan, I don't want to talk about this," Aelin tries to push him away, but he squeezes her into his chest, and she melts.
That had been his mistake. He should have held Aelik like this and never let her go on pretending to be happy. How could he know everything about this woman and not have seen past her facade? She'd suffered. His own pain had blinded him.
"Aelin, I've made so many mistakes lately." Rowan rubs the back of Aelin's neck the way she likes, and he can feel the sobs starting to build up inside of her. "But the greatest shame of my life is not being there for you when you needed me. I was stupid, Fireheart. I'm not going to be stupid any longer. This separation can't go on, we aren't any happier for it, and I can't live knowing I'm away from the other half of my soul."
Aelin cracks, and he can feel the tears wetting the front of his shoulder. "You were never home. I thought there was someone else, someone who could give you the things you wanted because I can't."
Her whole form is shuddering his arms, and Rowan squeezes tighter as if he can hold her broken pieces together. "It's always been you. I don't care if we adopt or never have any kids at all. All I need is you, baby. You are all I've ever needed."
Suddenly, hands are in Rowan's hair as Aelin crushes their lips together. The kiss is frantic, a relief of the stress they'd carried upon their shoulders.
"I missed you too," Aelin whispers in between kisses. “Gods I mussed you so much.”
The rest of their night is filled with soothing words, frantic kissing, and murmured apologies. Rowan kisses the tears from her cheeks and Aelin looks into his eyes like she’s home. Nail dig into skin as they promise never to be apart again.
For the first time in months they sleep in the same bed. Rowan sinks into a deep restful sleep with his wife in his arms once more. He loves the way her cold toes search out his heat. How Aelin fits so perfectly against his chest. When he wakes up and she’s still there, his heart nearly features from relief.
After months of pain, it's the beginning of their walk towards healing.
The days after aren't perfect. They had legal issues to sort back out, more problems to lay bare to the sunlight. There was arguing, but it lacked actual heat, and they didn't walk away feeling unloved at the end. No longer did they fight to land barbs. Their bickering now served to work towards solutions and to express needs.
Between struggles, the love began to grow back. Rowan kept his job at work, and when he was home, it was about them. He started calling her on his breaks again, and it always astonished him how much he missed the sound of her voice. They both strived to communicate their feelings better and actually listen instead of reacting.
Aelin surprised him with romantic dates, and Rowan read pages of her favorite books to her at night. They danced in the kitchen and laughed at their favorite shows.
Fixing their marriage was hard work, but Rowan and Aelin didn't mind. The separation proved that neither of them wanted a life without the other. It was to whatever end, and they wouldn't accept anything less for them.
On one Sunday morning, Rowan opens his eyes and realizes that Aelin isn't on her side of the bed. Panic surges in him, and he looks around to make sure her things are still there.
They are, and the tension eases from his shoulders until he hears soft crying from the bathroom. Darting out of bed, he grabs Aelin's bathrobe and knocks on their bathroom door. "Aelin, what's wrong?"
Had he screwed something up? Was she sick?
The lock clicks, granting him silent permission for him to come inside. Rowan pushes the door open and finds Aelin crying on the side of the tup. With gentle hands, he wraps her robe around her and throws an arm over her shoulders. "What's wrong?"
Aelin looks up at him, a radiant smile on her face. "Look."
Rowan glances down to her clenched fists and-
He blinks, once, twice. Aelin laughs at his dumbfounded face, and it breaks his paralysis. Rowan grabs her around the waist and spins her around the cramped bathroom, the positive pregnancy test clattering to the floor.
Aelin's arms wrap around his neck. The emotion in the room is raw and bittersweet, but there's a hopefulness that can't be denied. Rowan holds her tight as they process the news. When they break apart, the love between them is palpable. They had another shot at this, a fresh start.
Hards times would come and go, but good days were never far behind for them. Because for Aelin and Rowan, it's always been them.
And that's all they needed.
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elmosolyodni for the wordstuck prompts 💕
elmosolyodni: to slowly break out into a genuine smile when being overcome with emotions, like love or utter happiness.
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As much as he wanted it to be, as much as he wanted it for himself, Eddie’s never been great at romance.
His proposal to Shannon was more like a suggestion, a stuttering statement that tumbled out of him when she showed him the positive test six months after their first date. And he didn’t give it much thought again — didn’t have time to think about it — until a couple months into his tour, when his team was swapping stories about wives and husbands over dinner and someone asked, “So Diaz, how’d you pop the question?”
The fact that he didn’t have a story to tell stung more than he thought it would.
He tried to make it up to her — bought her flowers when he was home, took her out for their anniversary every year, but between parenthood and redeployment and the growing chasm between them when he came back the second time, any notion of romance felt harder and harder to hold onto. And when she left, amid the panic and shame and anger, there was also a sadness, a resignation that the romance he’d quietly craved just wasn’t meant for him. He had bills to pay, a kid to take care of, a life to rebuild. Sweeping gestures from him or for him no longer seemed important.
That all changed when he met Buck, as most things in his life did.
Even before they started dating, Eddie wanted to do things for Buck. He wanted to buy him the shirt in the window display that reminded him of his eyes, wanted to make sure that they always had his weird Icelandic yogurt in the fridge for when he stayed over, wanted to wrap him up when he got that broken look on his face and remind him that he is loved by everyone and especially by Eddie. It was a physical need, one he felt in his gut every time, but he’d shut that part of himself off so firmly that all he could do was hope it didn’t linger too long. Buck needed a friend, and he’d be damned if he did anything stupid enough to ruin what they already had, what they’d already built.
It took a bullet ripping through his abdomen to make him realize what a terrible idea that had been.
But a year later wounds are healed, PT is long done, and he wakes up next to Buck every morning feeling happier than he has in almost a decade. He gets to buy the shirt for him, stock up on yogurt, and press himself into Buck’s space until his eyes get their spark back. He can fantasize about the house they’ll buy or the dogs they’ll adopt once Chris moves out.
He can see a titanium ring in the display case of the jewelry store at the mall and perfectly imagine what it would look like on Buck’s finger.
And he can make it all the way to his truck after buying it before the panic starts to set it.
He doesn’t register driving to Maddie and Chim’s until he’s frantically knocking on the door, hoping he heard Buck right and that Maddie’s off today taking care of a sick Jee-yun. The door flies open, and he sees Maddie’s face go from pissed to surprised to confused as she zeros in on the velvet box held limply in his hand.
“Uh, Eddie, that’s really sweet, but there are a lot of reasons why this would never work.”
His laugh is borderline hysterical as he gently pushes into the apartment. “It’s for Buck, but I— we haven’t really— I don’t even know if—” He doesn’t realize he’s pacing until Maddie takes his elbow and steers him to the couch, hands him a glass of water, and pushes him to sit.
“Breathe. Drink,” she says, and he does as his mind keeps spinning. She sets the empty glass on the coffee table and sits in the armchair across from him. “Okay. You want to propose. That’s a good thing, right?”
“Of course.” It’s the best thing, at the very top of a list of things he thought were untoppable.
“Have you guys talked about getting married?”
It wasn’t so much a conversation as a shift in language — one day the phrase “if we get married” changed to “when we get married” and neither of them thought twice about it because it felt so right.
“Sort of,” he settles on.
“And you’re sure he’d say yes?”
“Yes.” There’s few things in life he’s ever been so sure of, no matter what his earlier panic was making him think.
“So what’s the problem?”
He slumps back on the couch, hands running through his hair. “I don’t know how to do it.”
Maddie squints at him. “Eddie, it’s a pretty hard thing to mess up. And you’ve already been married, so don’t you have some practice?”
“That was different,” he says. “Shannon was already pregnant, it was more like a to-do list item than anything else. I didn’t even get her a ring until a couple months later.”
“Well you’re already a step ahead there, so that’s good.”
He sighs, pulling the ring box out of his pocket again and opening it. The thin line of silver running through the black glints in the sunlight, and he can still picture Buck wearing it so clearly, he’s just not sure how it gets there. All he knows is this aching need he can feel in his chest to make sure that however he does it, it’s enough — more than enough — that Buck knows exactly how deep his love runs, exactly how desperately Eddie needs him in his life and by his side.
Maddie moves to sit next to him and takes the box, and Eddie falls back into the cushions again. “I just want it to be perfect for him,” he says quietly. “Romantic. All the stuff people dream about when they think about getting engaged. But I have no idea how to do that.”
Maddie studies the ring for a minute before shutting the box, pressing it into his hand until he looks her in the eye. Her gaze is steady, piercing, and very (scarily) reminiscent of her brother’s. “You are asking him to marry you. It’s already perfect.” The reassurance helps, and it’s easy to smile back at her when she squeezes his hand.
“But,” she says, reaching for a pen and notebook on the coffee table, “a little romance never killed anyone, so let’s make some lists and figure out what you do and don’t want to do.”
Lists sound good. Eddie can work with lists.
“Rule number one,” she says, already scribbling, “no sporting events. Nothing kills the mood faster than seeing your face on a Jumbotron…”
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In the end, none of the lists really matter.
Because two weeks later, they’re sitting on the back patio after dinner, night air cool and lit up around them by the lights Chris insisted on hanging for his last backyard sleepover. Buck’s going on about a patient who tried to insist he could do CPR on himself, and Eddie’s hypnotized by his enthusiasm, the expressiveness of his hands and the joyful blush on his cheeks. He says something that makes both of them laugh, bubbling through the quiet of the neighborhood, and Eddie knows, immediately and with every part of him.
He has to ask Buck now. It’s not the candlelit dinner and walk on the beach he’d decided on with Maddie, nor is it even close to as big and bold as anything else they’d come up with. But none of that matters now because his skin is buzzing and his heart is pounding and he doesn’t want the ring burning in his pocket a minute longer — he wants to swear himself to Buck right here, in this moment that is extraordinarily ordinary and perfectly them. This is a story he wants to tell people over and over, to their family and friends and anyone else who will listen.
The universe must still be trying to make up for the hell it put him through last year, because the playlist coming through their portable speaker changes to something softer, romantic, and Eddie takes his chance before he talks himself out of it.
“Dance with me,” he says, standing and offering his hand to Buck.
“I’m sorry, are my stories boring?” Buck laughs as he takes his hand, folding into Eddie’s space like he’s always meant to be there, arms wrapping around his waist and pulling him close.
“Never,” Eddie says, and he pauses, because the one thing he and Maddie didn’t talk about was what he actually wanted to say to Buck when he asked. And now that he’s here with very little preparation, the huge, all-encompassing feelings he has for Buck refuse to be wrangled into a few measly sentences. None of the words he can think of feel big enough to capture how deeply his love runs, and he can feel his skin start buzzing for a much more unpleasant reason.
Hands squeeze his waist, zoning him back in and focusing him on Buck, on the crease between his eyebrows and the worry around his mouth. “Everything okay?” he asks, because he always knows when Eddie gets lost in himself, sometimes even before Eddie figures it out.
Buck knows him better than he knows himself. He doesn’t need big, poetic monologues for Buck to understand what’s going on inside his head.
The buzzing changes again, fueling his determination as he slips his hand into his pocket. “I love you. So much it’s almost scary. But I’m more scared of spending the rest of my life without you,” he holds the ring up between them, “so will you marry me?”
Buck freezes, stopping them both from swaying with the music. Eddie watches his eyes flit between the ring and Eddie and back again, holding his breath as he waits for an answer. Finally, Buck’s eyes lock on Eddie and stay there, a soft smile growing and growing until it’s so incandescently bright that Eddie’s afraid he might have to look away or risk losing his vision.
And then, just as quickly, Buck drops his hands from Eddie’s waist and runs back into the house.
Eddie honestly isn’t sure what to make of this, the only thought running through his head being what the fuck just happened here. But then Buck’s running back outside, still smiling and not-so-secretly holding something behind his back, and now it’s Eddie’s turn to glow.
“You’re joking,” he says quietly, cheeks already hurting from a smile that feels permanent and eyes feeling a little wet.
Buck shakes his head, his eyes shining too as he holds up the velvet box. “Bought it like a month ago when Chris and I went to buy him a new backpack, I had to bribe him with a new video game to keep him quiet. I haven’t even gotten a chance to tell Maddie yet.”
Eddie wouldn’t be surprised if the sheer amount of joy coursing through his veins was making him float a couple inches off the ground. “Is that a yes then?” he asks.
Buck’s laugh is loud and sharp, and Eddie can’t think of a more perfect sound. He takes the ring out and tosses the box aside, holding it up next to the one in Eddie’s hand. “Only if you’ll marry me too.”
It’s a flurry, then, of rings on fingers and breathless kisses and whispers of I love you, I love you so much. The whirlwind settles and they start swaying to the music again, holding each other even closer, and Eddie revels in the new weight on his hand that ties them together. He feels light and loved, completely enveloped in this romance that he’s finally able to give fully and receive just as well.
Buck takes his hand and places a kiss just below his ring, and Eddie knows this is just the beginning. They have a lifetime of love and happiness ahead of them, and Eddie finally feels like he deserves it.
#buddie#evan buckley#eddie diaz#911 fox#buddie fic#911 fic#9-1-1#can i offer you all some proposal fluff in these trying times???#alicia i'm sorry this took forever!!!#ficcery
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Majidad and spouse headcanons?? 🥺🥺 (nsfw too if youd like e h e)
Hell yeah 👀 I tried to keep them mostly gender-neutral, but some headcanons will fit more to a female partner. Everything under the smiling Maji cut!
Let’s start with the cozy, wholesome ones! 😊
You know how cute Majima’s genuine smile is? The one he doesn’t show quite as often once the Mad Dog takes hold?
Well, I think a sure-fire way to bring it out would be watching his partner and child doing just about anything together:
...Cuddling on the couch when it’s well past the little one’s bedtime and they’re already sound asleep, but neither he nor his spouse have the heart to move them to bed.
...Baking a cake, with the kid just barely tall enough to peek over the counter and stick a tiny finger into the chocolate ganache.
...Getting ready for school, tying shoelaces and buttoning up their coat so the cold doesn’t creep in.
Honestly Majima can’t believe how lucky he is to have been blessed with such a family. He could stare at them for ages and never get tired... which is exactly what a picture is for. One he could keep in his wallet, in his desk drawer at the office and on his phone. Cliche for a parent? Yeah, but who’s gonna stop him? He anyway doesn’t talk about his family while at work. Who knows what ears might be listening...
He wouldn’t stop at one picture though. Since the games have thoroughly established how sentimental he is, I think he’d take lots, to capture everything from important occasions such as birthdays to more casual moments like going to the park or the zoo. And, as much as he’d like to be there all the time to experience each milestone, he knows that’s not gonna be the case... so instead his partner would promise to photograph and record everything he might miss: first words, first steps, first drawing, first day of school...
Ohhh about those first words, I think Majima might get a bit competitive. Is it gonna be “mama” or “papa”? He loves his spouse of course and he’d be happy either way, but... in his heart of hearts, he kinda wants it to be papa. Maybe he’ll cheat a little and try to double his odds: how about Goro? Well it would sound more like Gowo for sure, but he’ll take it!
When it was still just the two of them as a couple, I think Majima was very much the little spoon in bed. It made him feel warm and loved, all while the Hannya kept watch over his partner. But if we’re talking pregnancy, then he’s switching to the big spoon, for comfort reasons, but also because there’s really nothing better than holding both your beloved and the tiny life inside them all at once. Only once the kid grows a bit older does he revert to his usual position, though it turns out he’s most often the middle spoon now: partner on his back and little munchkin nestled in his arms. Truly the coziest spot in the world, sandwiched between his two favourite people.
As we’re on the topic of bedtime, I think both he and his partner would complement each other well as storytellers. They do the narration and Majima does the voices and sound effects. With his sing-song tone and his silly faces, he’s got the kid completely fascinated, even if it’s largely all improv. After all, he doesn’t need to look at the book, he can make up a better plot on the spot. And when he can’t... well there’s always the narrator to set things straight again. The only problem is, he’s so good that the kid refuses to go to sleep before hearing the end of the story!
Now what if Majima’s child inherited his uncontrollable energy? Well I think the two of them combined would be quite the handful for his partner. They’d zoom around the house doing pretend chases, incorporating all the costumes Majima can dig out of his closet (bonus points if he gets matching ones done for his toddler - imagine the disco outfit!) and eventually they’d have to be shooed out to expend all that energy on a more outdoorsy adventure. When Nishida delivers them home later in the evening, Maijma’s carrying one very tired kid and an equally exhausted look in his eye... but it’s made instantly better with a kiss and a soothing bath.
I’ve touched on the topic of bath time briefly before, but I really think it would be a valuable bonding moment for Majima’s family. It’s not unusual for parents and children to bathe together in Japan and this would give Majima an opportunity to flaunt another hidden talent: haircare. Imagine if his daughter was keen on growing out her hair and her go-to person for that was always daddy. He somehow knows all the tricks that make her hair looks shiny and gorgeous: combing through slowly, detangling from the bottom upwards, using only the gentlest shampoos and conditioners... His partner is of course familiar with his past and knows he’s far better at handling long hair than one might infer just by looking at him... though maybe they can’t help but feel a tiny little bit jealous of how much of a daddy’s girl their daughter’s shaping up to be.
All right I’ve gone through the SFW ones, but a couple does need their intimacy, even with a kid around, so... 👀
Given how hectic and overwhelming first few months of parenthood are, nobody’s surprised that here’s not much time for sex. Nights are sleepless... but so is Majima. He’s not going to grumble if his partner isn’t in the mood after spending half an hour trying to put the baby to bed, though if they’re willing and just a bit too tired, he’ll focus solely on their pleasure. Slow movements accompanied by kisses everywhere. They deserve to lie back and be spoiled and feel his full appreciation for all the joy they’ve brought to his life.
Once the child gets older, the energy and libido return, but now they’re also more at risk of being caught. Majima may be a clingy dad by nature, but eventually even he realizes some time away from his little one would do them good. Kiryu and Saejima can help there. On that first quiet morning with the kid staying at their uncle’s place... the Majimas aren’t leaving the bedroom until well into the afternoon. He’s really, really missed making love his spouse and that’s gonna show in his long and deep strokes, how he keeps his body pressed close to theirs until they’re both lying in the dewy sheets, spent and sated.
Speaking of sated... Imagine that one day the kid blurts seemingly out of nowhere: “I want a baby brother/sister.” Majima would glance over at his partner, curious for their reaction... maybe with a hint of the same pleading look. He knows it’s their body, their call... but if they agree, he’s overjoyed. A sibling means the child would have another outlet for their energy and someone they can hopefully lean on later in life... although, that’s long-term. Short-term, it means that whenever Majima and his partner find a moment to themselves, there’s no more holding back. He fucks like a man on a mission and fills them up over and over...
Think I’ll stop here for now! Thank you so much for the ask! 💙💙💙
#Anonymous#majima goro#majima goro x reader#goro majima x reader#anon asks#answered#look at his smile#I booted up Y0 and re-did the Doll Girl substory just to see it again#💙💙💙
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When Marcus Met the Doctor
Author’s Note: Hey there Internet friends! So my buddy @autumnleaves1991-blog had asked me for a follow up on my original Marcus Moreno story. She was wondering how Marcus met the future Dr. Moreno. It was in an ask, but I can’t find it to save my life. I’m posting this on my iPad because my laptop isn’t playing nicely today, so I apologize if the format seems a little odd. I’m still learning! I gave the reader a last name and a nickname so I didn’t have to use y/n but I didn’t give any descriptions about physical appearance, so I hope you’ll be able to see yourself here. Please let me know what you think, I hope you enjoy - Kat
Warnings: swearing, single parenthood
Tags: @autumnleaves1991-blog @madness-roses @bisexual-space-slut @dindjarindiaries @frannyzooey @zeldasayer @cinewhore @revolution-starter @mrschiltoncat @softpedropascal @paniclana @jollyrancher87 @hdlynnslibrary @maybege @corrupt-fvcker @cyaredindjarin @scribbledghost @woakiees
Marcus was at his wit’s end. He’d been a single dad for all of three weeks after his wife decided that she wasn’t invested in being a mother or having a spouse that occasionally saved the world. What was he supposed to do with a kid that just turned 7, a two-month-old baby who started showing signs of powers, and a full-time job as one of the Heroics? He’d been up all night with the baby, Jules, because every time she woke up, she’d inadvertently started throwing things around the room...with her mind.
He had been around children with powers before, sure, but he had never encountered a child this young having powers begin to develop. Hell, his oldest, Missy, hadn’t even had her powers show up yet. He knew that each child was different, but this was way out of his league. He knew how to handle children; he loved children, especially his children. A powerful infant was not in his job description. He needed outside assistance, and he needed it yesterday.
It was a blustery Saturday, so he bundled himself and the kids up, making his way to Heroics HQ. There had to be someone there that could help. Walking into HQ was like walking into a completely different world. Uniquely powered individuals in multicolored hero outfits, scientists in lab coats, executives in suits, and a myriad of others all spent their time hustling and bustling through the gigantic building. In the middle of all this was Marcus, a dad in jeans, a grey V-neck, converse, and a leather jacket holding a bundled up super powered baby in the crook of his arm, with his hand gripping the small hand of his inquisitive little girl. He sighed, making his way to the building’s science and medical wing, trying to find the proper hallway and office number.
Finally, he found it, office 22A, the person who hopefully had the answers he needed for baby Jules. He knocked; he felt awkward just rushing in even though technically had an appointment. He hadn’t expected the door to be opened by the most beautiful woman that he’d ever laid eyes on. She smiled kindly, gesturing for him to enter. He couldn’t help but take in her appearance as he guided himself and Missy into the office. She was dressed professionally, wearing a pencil skirt, blouse, and heels topped with a lab coat, the sleeves rolled up to her elbows. Her eyes shone with both care and enthusiasm; a soft smile graced her lips. He watched as she grabbed Missy’s hand, setting her up with toys in a corner filled with all sorts of things children loved. She was so gentle with the little girl, giving all of her attention to the child. Once Missy was situated and happily playing quietly, the woman turned her attention back to Marcus and Jules. She said something to him, but Marcus just stood there, blinking, a mixture of exhaustion and admiration rendering him speechless.
“Mr. Moreno?” a gentle voice inquired, her hand on his bicep snapping him out of his reverie.
Marcus blinked, shaking his head, willing himself to be in the present. “I’m so sorry, I’m completely worn out. Between work, the baby, and Missy, I’m just barely pulling through on my own. You can call me Marcus, by the way, Mr. Moreno just seems so formal.”
The kind smile was back as she led him to a couch at the back of the office, where they both sat down and got comfortable.
“So, Marcus, I hear that you are here to see me about your little one here. My name is Dr. Johnson, but mostly everyone around here calls me Iris. Please tell me what’s going on with the baby, and I can see what I can do for you.” She sounded so confident in her ability to assist him, not even knowing what the problem was yet.
“Iris? Is that your name?” Marcus accidentally wondered aloud.
The responding light laugh that Dr. Johnson gave him sounded like a perfect melody. “No, that’s not my name, just a nickname. One of my secondary abilities is a bit of telekinesis. When I activate that or my other abilities, my eyes turn well the color of irises, and the name just stuck.”
He nodded, absorbing the information while rocking Jules in his arms. She was dozing at the moment since this would ideally be her naptime. He studied her face, looking for what, he wasn’t sure. He didn’t even know where to begin, how to ask for something he wasn’t sure there was a solution for. It hit him then how young she was. How was someone so young supposed to help him?
“I sense some hesitation in you. If you have questions or concerns, I’m happy to address them. I want to be able to help you, but to do that, you also need to trust me.”
Marcus shifted in his seat, clearly uncomfortable. He didn’t want to be rude or demanding, but this was his baby they were talking about here. It was his job to keep Jules safe, it was just him now, and he couldn’t stand the idea of her in any type of danger simply because he couldn’t figure out what to do about her powers.
Iris put her hand on his, causing him to look back at her again.
“Yes, I’m quite young, I just turned 28 last month, but that doesn’t make me any less qualified to help you and your baby girl. My greatest ability is my mind. I have nine doctorates, working on more as we speak, which doesn’t include my medical degrees. I am a doctor of pediatric medicine, as well as a surgeon for both children and adults. I’ve worked on most of the heroically enhanced beings that work here, you included, although you were unconscious at the time. I invent most of the tech that you and your fellow Heroics use every day. Those katana blades of yours, those are my work. As a father, I know that you’re going to be hesitant to allow anyone to help your daughter, especially someone who is young, like me. I assure you, Marcus, that my young age is made up for by my vast set of experiences. I would argue that I’m the best suited for this job out of anyone. Please, let me help you so that you can take care of your children to the best of your ability. Give me a chance here; I promise you won’t regret it.”
He had been expecting her anger at his hesitance, not her understanding. He was sure that he was about to be yelled at for doubting her. Instead, she calmly explained exactly who she was and why she was his best bet. Fuck, she was brilliant and willing to help. He needed to give her a chance and let her see this through, no matter how nervous he was.
“Iris, I apologize; I shouldn’t doubt you or your abilities. I’m pretty new at this single dad thing, and I’m just trying to take care of them the best I can. I’ve been doing mostly consultant work from home, but that’s only a temporary solution. I just-,” his voice broke, tears filling his eyes.
A tear dripped down his face, but the doctor caught it with her thumb, smoothing it away. She had tears in her own eyes, threatening to overflow. She enveloped him in as firm of a hug as she could with baby Jules still in his arms, letting him lay his head on her shoulder and permitting him to feel. All his sorrow, worries, and fears flowed out of him through his tears. Fingers carded through his hair, a hand rubbed soothing circles on his back, her words of comfort whispered in his ear. Marcus, you’re not alone. There are people who want to help. It’s okay, let it all out. He didn’t know how long they stayed like that, but by the time he finished crying, he felt safe and cared for, something that he hadn’t felt in a while, not since far before his ex had left.
They spent the next half hour discussing what abilities Jules had exhibited so far, what Marcus’ concerns were, and what he needed to be a functional parent. He explained how the baby started showing signs of power less than a week after she was born, how she seemed to be able to move things with her mind, but that he wasn’t quite sure because, well, Jules was a baby and he was sure that she didn’t even realize she was doing it. He was worried because as time went on, the objects kept getting larger. Last night, somehow, she had moved the crib in front of the bedroom door when she woke up in the middle of the night for her bottle. He had ended up having to take the door off its hinges to even get into the room. Hearing his baby crying and not being able to get to her had scared him shitless. He’d ended up staying in the baby’s room all night to make sure nothing else happened.
As they talked, Jules had woken up and was beginning to fuss. Iris ended up taking the baby, giving her a bottle, and watching her abilities while still listening to Marcus. She was so good with little Jules, holding her, gently stroking her hair, whispering comforting words when she would get fussy. He saw books begin to float off the shelf in his peripheral vision, he got up to try and put them back, but Iris’ hand shot out, stopping him. She smiled up at him, raising a hand and pushing them back in place with her mind.
“I think I have something that will help.”
She stood up, still holding the baby, and went to her desk, grabbing a tiny silver cuff. She pressed a few buttons on the keyboard, bringing up various holograms all around the room. Marcus almost jumped out of his skin when she began to talk to an AI, sorting through her research until she found what she was looking for.
“This is my own design, it’s basically a bracelet that will contain Jules’ powers and abilities while she wears it. It’s waterproof, tamper resistant, and will only open with either your fingerprint or my own. As she grows, we’ll change the cuff size and lessen the suppression. When this little lady is old enough, the cuff will come off altogether and she will have full access to her abilities. The suppression will not cause her any harm or pain, I’ve made sure to try it on myself long term to be certain. This allows you to keep her safe without working yourself into exhaustion. We can meet a few times a month to assess her progress. This should help you all get into the groove of things, Marcus.”
He took the cuff, studying it, rolling it over in his hands. It felt like regular metal, nothing special. He titled it to see the inside. There were tiny sensors evenly spaced throughout and something that was blinking green. This was far beyond his paygrade as far as technology went. The fact that the woman in front of him invented this and was willing to use this to help ensure his baby’s safety was not lost on him. He was grateful that she had a solution, hopefully it would help.
“It won’t hurt her, right? I just want to make sure. Has this been studied long term? Are there any side effects?” he enquired, trying not to get too excited.
Iris shook her head as she lightly rocked Jules in her arms. “I’ve used this on myself, as well as some other children that have had their abilities show up a bit too early. I haven’t seen any drawbacks or side effects of the cuff so far, but I want to have you bring Jules in at least once every few weeks so that we can keep her closely monitored. You’ll also have my number, please feel free to contact me day or night if you have any concerns or if anything goes wrong. I’m here to help and it’s my main priority to make sure that this sweet girl can learn and grow safely, without the threat of her powers going awry. This problem is one that we can solve, Marcus.”
He nodded, her words were reassuring to be sure. Since he became a single father, he hadn’t really trusted anyone with the safety and wellbeing of his little girls besides himself. It was difficult to reach out and allow someone to help solve a problem when the one person he had trusted the most had shattered him. Iris was giving him a solution, she was asking for his trust in her and her science. He could do that for his kids, he had to.
Marcus handed her back the cuff, allowing her to delicately put it on Jules’ wrist. It didn’t even phase the baby one bit. She kept on as if nothing had changed at all. He let out the breath that he didn’t even know he had been holding. She seemed absolutely fine, content to be rocked in the good doctor’s arms. She handed her back to Marcus, allowing him to cradle his little one close.
The two adults scheduled baby Jules’ followup appointment for the next week so that they could see her progress and give Iris a chance to check the data and run some tests. They spoke for a few more minutes until Missy came up to get their attention.
“Daddy, I’m hungry.”
Iris got down on Missy’s level so that she could look her in the eye. “You did so well today, Missy. Thank you so much for playing quietly while your daddy and I talked about your baby sister. I’m very proud of you.”
Missy broke out in a huge grin, throwing her arms around the doctor’s shoulders.
“Will we get to see you again? Can I come and play here more soon?”
Iris returned the hug, smiling fondly at the little girl. “Your sister has another appointment here next week and you are more than welcome to come and play in my office again. It was very nice to meet you. I think your daddy will be taking you down to the cafeteria here for some lunch, how does that sound?”
Missy nodded enthusiastically, grabbing her father’s free hand and tugging him along.
“Thank you so much, Iris, I really appreciate all the time you’ve given us today.”
“The pleasure is mine, Marcus, really. I’m here to help.”
There wasn’t much more to be said as Marcus was dragged by Missy out the door and down the hallway, chatting about what type of lunch they were going to eat. The doctor stood in the doorway, watching the little family leave, happy that she could be of assistance. She liked Marcus, he seemed to love his children a great deal and was a good man.
As they got in the elevator, Missy’s sweet voice said, “Daddy, I like that doctor lady, she’s so nice. I hope we get to see her more. She’s so pretty!”
Marcus had to agree with his daughter, he liked Iris, too. He felt a tug in his gut telling him that he should get to know her more, that she was someone truly special. He decided then and there that he would try to make that happen.
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Destiny Has Other Plans | Loki x OFC | Chapter 9
Pairing: Loki x OFC
MASTERLIST IS HERE
Summary: When Loki goes to ask his father for permission to marry, he is shocked to discover his destiny has already been made for him. He is already betrothed to Sjofn, the daughter of the King of Vanaheim. An arranged marriage to bring the two kingdoms closer together and strengthen the bond. Never mind that Sjofn and Loki can’t stand each other.
After The Battle of New York, Loki is sent to live at Avengers Tower as punishment for his misdeeds. But it doesn’t mean he has to like it. A year later, he has adjusted to life on Midgard but has avoided any romantic or emotional entanglements, still bitter over his lost love. Dr. Alexis Randall is skilled at helping others fix their relationships as a couple therapist, but can’t help her own love life. A chance encounter with Loki in a dive bar has life altering consequences for both of them. Now, Alexis and Loki must figure out a way to co-habit without killing each other in the process, plus navigating impending parenthood and other roadblocks along the way.
This Chapter: Loki’s search for Alexis turns up nothing, until he finds her phone and get a hold of Hannah. And Loki decides to lay all his cards on the table in hopes of winning her back.
Warnings: Arranged Marriage, Forced Marriage, Pregnancy, Unplanned Pregnancy, Smut, Angst, Semi-Public Sex, Mentions of law enforcement, Oral Sex, Cursing, Vaginal Sex
Taglists are Open, please let me know if you wish to be added.
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In the delusional part of Loki’s brain, he expected Alexis to return within the hour and for them to talk things through. That was what couples did, Loki rationalized. Hell, she was a couples therapist, Alexis was practically required to give Loki an opportunity to explain himself. To make things right. But deep down inside, Loki realized Alexis wasn’t coming back. He spent the better part of the hour trashing his room and screaming. The only person who dared enter was Frigga.
“My son—”
“I’m not your son!” Loki screamed again in as many days.
Frigga huffed. “Just because I did not give birth to you, it does not make me any less of your mother.”
Loki cradled his head in his hands. “She’s gone.”
“Yes.” Frigga stated, sitting herself at the end of Loki’s bed.
“Are you here to comfort me or to mock me?” Loki sneered at his mother.
“Neither.” Frigga smiled. “I am here to help you see the truth.”
“Which is?”
“That despite your father’s,” Loki shot Frigga a glare. “meddling, Alexis or Sjofn, and you are each other’s match.”
Loki slumped into a chaise. “That obvious?”
“True love is rarely subtle, my darling.”
“And now I have gone and ruined it. Like every other relationship.”
“You are too hard on yourself. It is not ruined, merely damaged. And in this particular case, you had some help. That young maiden you used to be so taken with, Sigrun?”
Loki rolled his eyes. “A thorn in my side.”
“One of many, I am certain.” Frigga mused as she rose to meet Loki where he sat. “Now is this how I taught you to deal with your problems? To wallow in pity and self-doubt?”
“No.”
“Then I suggest you do something about it.” Frigga kissed the top of Loki’s head.
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“I cannot see her.” Heimdall replied in a deep, gruff voice.
“What do you mean ‘I cannot see her’? Isn’t that what you do? All-seeing and all-hearing?” Loki snapped back.
“And of all people, you should know there are ways of escaping my gaze when desired.” Heimdall noticed Loki frantically pacing about Himinbjorg.
“Look again. Please?”
“It is of no use. Whatever magic is masking her from my sight is very powerful indeed. I would suggest alternative means of ascertaining her location.”
Loki screamed and clenched his fists in frustration. Heimdall stood unwavering. With a sigh, Loki faced the gatekeeper and straightened his shoulders.
“Send me home, Heimdall.”
Heimdall nodded and twisted Hofund and the gate opened to the Bifrost.
“I hope you find what you are seeking, Loki.”
“As do I.” Loki commented as he stepped through the portal and was whisked back to Midgard.
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“Doesn’t anyone have a way to call them?” Nat questioned, watching Steve pace in front of the couch.
“Because AT&T reaches Asgard.” Tony snarked back.
“There’s no need to get snippy, Tony. We’re all worried about Alexis and Loki.” Steve countered.
“And no news is good news.” Tony clapped his thighs with his hands and stood up. “Why are we continuing to mope about when there is work to do? Let’s get going.” Everyone in the room shot Tony a derisive glare. “It was worth a shot.” He muttered, slumping back onto the couch.
The elevator dinged and Loki stepped out. The rest of the Avengers rushed to him.
“Where’s Alexis?” Clint wondered.
“Gone.”
Nat gasped and covered her mouth. “She—”
“—left me. Disappeared.”
Nat’s shoulders slumped. “Oh, and the baby?”
“Alive and well, the last I heard. Alexis is Vanir. Which is why she fainted. The baby was beginning to display its magic.”
“A magical baby?” Steve let loose a low whistle. “Go big or go home.”
Tony pushed through the people to come face to face with Loki. “So what did you to scare her off?” Tony smirked. “She finally got sick of your winning personality.” Nat jabbed Tony hard in the ribs. “Ow!”
Loki sniffled. “It was not entirely my doing. Someone from my past created a….”
“Catastrophe?” Clint offered.
“Situation.” Loki continued. “Things were misunderstood, and she understandably is upset with me. But I fully intend on getting her back.”
“You weren’t kidding, he is in love.” Tony muttered to Clint.
Loki’s brow furrowed. Clint nodded his head. “I might have mentioned to everyone else that I suspected the two of you were in love. Guess I was right. I have never seen you this worked up.”
“Your concern is touching, Barton.” Loki held out his wrist to Tony. “If I am to find her, I need all my resources available to me. Release me.” The bracelet jangled as Loki shook his arm. Tony hesitated for a moment. “I believe I have earned my freedom, Stark.”
Everyone else stared and nodded at Tony. Tony huffed. “Fine, but I hope you know one wrong move and it’s back on.” Tony punched in a code and scanned his finger, releasing the bracelet off of Loki’s wrist. “She better be worth the risk.”
Loki rubbed his wrist. “She is worth my life.”
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Loki used all of his usual tracking spells and charms. They were made easy due to the fact that all of Alexis’s things remained in the apartment. Loki took that as a sign she planned on returning, eventually. But as the weeks passed and the due date grew nearer, Loki became more and more desperate.
“Dammit!” Loki slammed his hands against the table as the last tendrils of golden light faded away. His head dropped to the table, cool against his forehead, and he sobbed. “I just need to explain to you. Please come home. I can explain everything.”
A sharp chirp cut through Loki’s wallowing and wailing. He turned his head to the direction of the sound and rose from the table to follow it and find the source. Loki found a cell phone crammed between the couch cushions. He fished it out and looked at the display screen. 12 missed calls. From the looks of it, this was Alexis’s phone. He swiped the screen with his thumb, only to be met with a password screen.
“I don’t have time for this nonsense.” Loki murmured at the screen. He waved his hand and the home page popped up. “Much better.”
Loki spent several minutes scrolling through the missed calls and messages. Most were from Mary, Alexis’s receptionist. Two from a hair salon asking about a missed appointment. And one from Hannah. Loki punched the screen to pull up Hannah’s number. After two rings, someone picked up.
“Hello?” Hannah answered.
“Hello, Hannah.” Loki did his best to hide his anger and grief.
“Who is this? And how did you get this number?”
“It’s Loki, Hannah. Where’s Alexis?”
A pause. “I don’t know.”
“Lie.” Loki smiled, finally getting somewhere.
“I’m not lying.” He could hear the slightest tremble in her voice.
“Yes, you are and you lied to me again. Why do people insist on lying to me? I am the God of Mischief, the God of Lies. And even if I wasn’t, I could tell you were lying because you are a bad liar, Hannah. Now where is Alexis?”
“I can’t tell you that.”
“Can’t or won’t?” Loki countered.
“Is there a difference?”
Loki rolled his eyes at the phone. “Yes, or else I wouldn’t have asked the question. Where is she, Hannah? I need to know that she and the baby are safe.”
“From you? Without a doubt.” Hannah’s tone changed, becoming menacing.
“So you know where they are. Tell me, Hannah.”
“No.”
“I can explain everything, I just need to…” Loki fought back the sob in his throat, taking several deep breaths to compose himself. “I need to tell her I love her.”
Hannah didn’t respond for several moments. “Are you still there?” Loki questioned.
Hannah cleared her throat. “I can’t tell you where she is, Loki. I swore a blood oath. If I were to tell you, the consequences would be…”
“A meeting then.” Loki offered. “a public place of your choosing. I just need her to know.”
He could tell Hannah was contemplating the offer. “Do you know the diner a few blocks from the Tower? Andy’s?”
“I know the place.”
“Meet me there in two hours. You have twenty minutes to tell what you want Alexis to know.”
“Deal.”
“Bye, Loki.” Hannah harrumphed as she hung up the phone.
Loki smiled as he tossed the phone aside. Now he just needed to make sure he told her everything. Loki sat down at a small desk in the corner of the living room and pulled out a pen and a piece of stationery.
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Hannah’s knee bounced under the booth table as she kept checking the time on the oversized clock on the diner wall. Loki was already five minutes late. She mentally told herself that at the ten minute mark she was out of there.
“Hannah.” Loki slipped into the booth. She noticed his eyes sunken in his face, deep dark circles tattooed on his pale skin. “If that is your real name.”
“You look like shit, Loki.” she said without thinking. “Sorry.”
Loki waved her off, too tired and stressed to care about his appearance being insulted. “I need her to know…”
“Siv.” She supplied.
“Siv.” Loki repeated. “I need her to know I love her and this child. Sigrun was…”
“… a whore.”
Loki scowled. “… an unfortunate misunderstanding. I was coming to meet Alexis when she waylaid me in the corridor and kissed me.”
“I heard you were half naked, Loki.”
Loki swallowed hard. “Before… when I had been intimate with Sigrun.” Siv raised an eyebrow. “Prior to meeting Alexis and an act of defiance from a misspent youth, we would often couple in that exact corridor.” Siv gagged at the thought. “May I continue?”
“Am I going to need a barf bag?”
Loki narrowed his eyes at her. “When she heard I had returned to Asgard, she assumed it was to rekindle our romance. Sigrun tore my shirt and as I was explaining that I loved Alexis, she happened upon us. And left without giving me a chance to explain.”
Siv squirmed in her seat. “Sounds plausible. Do you honestly expect me to relay all that back to her?”
Loki’s face broke out into a grin. “Of course not.” He fished an envelope from his jacket. “Give this to Sjofn. It explains everything.”
Siv stared down at the envelope Loki handed her and his face. “Everything?”
“Everything.” Loki stood and so did Siv. “I will leave that in your capable hands. Please do not fail me.”
Siv tucked it into her purse. “I will do my best.”
“Thank you.” With a sigh at the knowledge that he had done all he could at this point. He shoved his hands into the pockets of his jeans and walked out the diner entrance.
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“What did he look like?” Sjofn peppered Siv with questions when she returned. “Did he look happy? Mad? Angry? I bet he was smug. Manipulating me like that.”
“He looked like…. shit. Warmed over.” Siv commented. “And I told him as much.”
Sjofn blinked. “And you are still alive?”
“He seemed preoccupied.” Siv fished around in her purse. “He told me what happened on Asgard.”
Sjofn huffed and walked away, which was getting more difficult by the day. “I don’t want to hear it.”
“He wrote a letter.” Siv thrusted the envelope into Sjofn’s hand. Sjofn turned it over in her hands.
“What should I do?”
“The first thing you asked me when I got back was how Loki looked. You still have feelings for him. I think you should read the letter.”
#loki#loki fanfiction#loki fanfic#loki x ofc#loki imagine#loki angst#loki smut#loki fluff#loki odinson#loki laufeyson#destiny has other plans
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Fluffy A-Z Headcanons
pairing: marcus moreno x reader
summary: title gives it away :)
a/n: here’s my pedro masterlist
Affection - What are those little things they do to show you that they love you?
Marcus’ love language is definitely acts of service. He thrives off of making your life easier/better in any way possible. It’s the little things like having your cup of coffee ready in the morning to making sure to buy your favorite snacks at the grocery store. You never feel unloved in your relationship.
Birthday - What do they do to celebrate your birthday? What is the thing you need to do to make them happy on their birthday? Are they good at giving gifts?
Him and Missy have a little tradition of breakfast in bed so that is still in place once you become apart of the family. You’re woken up to him placing a tray of your favorite food on your lap with Missy holding a happy birthday balloon and a small bouquet of flowers.
His ideal birthday would be spending the day with his two favorite girls. You three head to his favorite breakfast spot then back home to open gifts. The day is spent doing whatever he chooses as he is the birthday boy.
Marcus is surprisingly good at gift giving. He’s a very good listener, even more so getting closer to your birthday. He’s all ears when you talk about what things you’ve been wanting.
Cuddles - Do they like to cuddle? Big spoon or little spoon?
He tends to get cuddlier at night right before bed and when he’s extremely tired. That’s not to say he won’t cuddle on the couch during movie night, he just won’t initiate it like in bed.
He’s usually the big spoon, he loves having you wrapped in his arms. There are nights though where he just needs to be held and you’re more than happy to oblige.
Dating - What are they like on the first date? And those after that?
Marcus was nervous as hell on your first date. It was just a simple dinner date at a nicer restaurant downtown. Missy likes to joke that he changed his tie about four times before leaving the house that night. He stuttered and apologized the whole first half before you laid your hand on his and told him to relax.
After your second date was when he finally let his true personality come out. The witty and charming Marcus Moreno was all you got from then on.
Evolution - How fast does your relationship evolve? Weeks, months, years?
It was slower than most of your relationships and you knew a big part of that was because he had Missy. He didn’t want to rush into it and something go wrong. It was at the three month mark when you finally met her and you didn’t officially move in with them till almost two years into your relationship.
Flirting - Do they flirt a lot?
Yes and no. When you first got together he was a bit awkward with the flirting, not wanting to cross a line and come off too aggressive. You were the one to make the first move, but once he knew you were into him, he wouldn’t stop. Touching and kissing constantly, giving you compliments every chance he could.
Generosity - When they’re with you, is it about you or them?
About you, definitely. He couldn’t care less about himself if you’re in his sight.
Honey - Do they use pet names? What’s their favorite for you and for themselves?
Pet names come so natural to him, he didn’t even realize he began calling you something other than your name.
He’s particularly fond of calling you ‘mi cariño’ (my love). You stick to the simple ‘baby’ as he blushed madly when you first called him that. He still does btw.
Isolation - How do they react when they’re away from you?
Marcus doesn’t like to think of himself as a needy type of partner, but he is. He can usually keep himself busy with Heroic stuff and Missy when you’re away, but once that’s all done he just mopes. He’ll send you a few ‘i miss you’ texts and begins asking when you’re coming home. You went on a work trip for 4 days and you had Missy texting and begging for you to go home by the second afternoon.
Jealousy - Are they the jealous type? How do they react if you’re jealous?
At the beginning of your relationship, yes. You’d gone to meet his fellow Heroics and when Miracle Guy wouldn’t stop complimenting you, Marcus had to take more than a few deep breaths to calm himself.
He’s confused at first, why are you glaring at the waitress? It’s not till said waitress lays a hand on his shoulder when passing your table that he understands your mood change. He simply reaches over and grabs your hand in his and gives you a look that relaxes you. “How unprofessional of her right?”
Kisses - Lots of them? What about the first kiss?
Yes. He’s always kissing your cheek or forehead in passing, just a little reminder of his love. He always kisses your forehead when he gets up in the morning, you’re still deep in sleep as he sets the coffee pot and starts his day.
Your first kiss was after your second date. You had to make the first move as he was still too shy at that point. There wasn’t a doubt in your mind that he wanted to kiss you, you just knew he wouldn’t yet. You two stood outside your apartment, talking about how good the movie was. Marcus had said goodnight and turned around, but you were quick to grab his arm and turn him back to you. Once your lips met, he was hooked.
Light up - What do they do to make you feel better after a rough day? How can you lighten their mood?
Dinner is usually your job as Marcus can’t crack an egg without getting shells in the mix, but when he notices the way your shoulders slump and how tired your eyes look; he’s able to whip something together. He’ll run a bath for you too, pulling out your essential oils and bubble baths, everything he knows that’ll help you lighten up.
Marcus is always stressed, whether he shows it or not. If it’s not Heroic problems, it’s something of his own mind that has him troubled. You knew when it’s gotten too much for him when he can hardly focus, you’ll have called his name three times and he’s barely glanced your way. You’ll take some time to pull him away from whatever’s got him busy and just sit down and talk. Once you get him started, he won’t stop. Sometimes he just needs to vent and get everything out.
Mommy - How do they react to parenthood?
Well he has Missy and from what you can tell, he’s done an amazing job with her. He’s brought up having more children with you and you can’t wait.
Nurse - How do they take care of you when you’re sick? How do they behave when they’re sick?
He’s had a lot of practice taking care of the sick, with Missy and all so he’s pretty good. He’s very strict though, writing down what time your meds need to be taken and making sure you don’t miss any dosages. If you’re squirmy with medication he’ll make it his mission to make it as painless and quick as possible.
He’s so stubborn. Refusing to even admit that he’s sick. He’ll be coughing, sneezing and sniffling and even running a fever and he’ll swat away your helping hands. It takes you and Missy lovingly bullying him into resting for at least a day and taking medication.
Orange - What color reminds them of their other half?
The color yellow reminds him of you. Sunshine and sunflowers; everything bright reminds him of your smile and personality.
Brown is his color to you. You say it’s because of his deep brown eyes that hold so much sincerity and warmth. He always makes you feel safe and cared for.
Partners - Are they looking for flings, one night stands, partners to be with until their last breath? What makes them fall for you?
Neither of you were looking for anything serious when you started going out. Of course you wanted more and thankfully so did he. The way you care so deeply about everything and everyone and how you’re so patient and sweet with Missy is what made him fall head over heels.
Quarrels - How is it to have a fight with them? What do they do to make you forgive them? What do you do to make them forgive you?
Fights with Marcus are far and few between, there isn’t much that you two disagree on. If it does get to that point though, the arguments are never loud or with nasty words. They're hushed, usually in the kitchen late at night or in his office. He sighs a lot and you mumble under your breath.
Marcus straight up apologizes, he hates seeing the tears in your eyes and how you keep your distance from him. You’re not so good with words so your actions speak for you. If he’s working late, you’ll keep his cup full of hot coffee and make him his favorite snack. You’ll even come up behind him and rub his shoulders, leaving kisses on his neck and cheek. The night always ends with an ‘i love you’, no matter what.
Rainy day - What do they like to do on a rainy day?
Absolutely nothing. Marcus will try to work in his home office while you clean up the house and Missy locks herself away in her room, but the soft patter of the rain and the gloomy overcast makes him lose concentration.
He’ll pull you away from whatever you’re doing and make you sit outside on the porch swing with him, just watching the rain fall. He finds it very relaxing and therapeutic.
Secrets - Do they keep secrets from you and how do they react when they learn you’ve been keeping secrets from them?
No, not really. For being as shy as he was in the beginning, Marcus is kind of an open book. He talks a lot once he’s comfortable so he just spills everything to you. The man can’t keep secrets to save his life.
He’ll be hurt at first, wondering why you just didn’t tell him what you’d been keeping. He’d rack his brain, questioning if you really trust him or not. In the end, you explain why you kept the secret and he forgives you without question.
Tease - Do they like to tease you? How much humor is there in your relationship?
Absolutely. He teases you in every way he can, honestly. He is very much a kid at heart so he loves teasing you in the most innocent ways. Also, loves you teasing you in not so innocent ways.
U-turns - What can transform your relationship in a good or bad way? (What scares them off?)
Missy not liking you. That was the one thing that made or broke your relationship. She’s the most important thing in his life and you completely understood that.
Voicing - How hard is it for them to talk about their feelings? How do they tell you that they love you for the first time?
It’s a little hard. Marcus is open about a lot of things, his own emotions and feelings though, are a different story. It was obvious he was into you, there was no doubt about that. He just found it hard to move onto another woman after losing his wife. He didn’t think he was ever going to find that kind of love again and then he did with you. It’s right before he asks you to move in with him that he says the three little words.
You two are at your place for a movie night and just as you sit down next to him with a bowl of popcorn on your lap, he blurts it out. You’re a little in shock due to his poor timing, but immediately say it back once you see the panicked expression on his face.
Waking up - What's it like to wake up by their side?
Marcus is a difficult sleeper. Moving around constantly, stealing blankets, snoring, the works. It takes him a while to actually fall asleep cause his mind is always nonstop. He always wakes up before you though.
He’ll stare at you for a few, just admiring how peaceful you look before waking you up with soft kisses. You’ll feel yourself being pulled towards him and his lips on your forehead, cheek, then just next to your mouth. He is a tease after all. Waking up in your husbands arms is always amazing.
Xylophone - What's your song?
Say you won’t let go - James Arthur
“I knew i loved you then, but you’d never know cause i played it cool when i was scared of letting go. I know i needed you, but i never showed, i wanna stay with you till we’re grey and old.”
Yielding - What do you have to do to convince them to do what you want?
Just look at him. One look from you and he’s putty in your hands. It doesn’t take much honestly, Marcus can never say no to you.
Zoo - Could they have a pet with you? If so, what kind?
Yeah, probably. He never had time for a pet with being a Heroic and bustling Missy to school and extracurriculars, but now that he’s slowed down and has his little family in order it’s possible. A cat would suit your home, they’re low maintenance yet just the right type of needy.
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