#please marry me Ms. Cooke

[50calmadeuce]

Ch. 23: Your Worth (R)

Disclaimer: This is a work of fan fiction using characters from the Top Gun: Maverick world, trademarked by Paramount Pictures Corporation. I do not claim ownership of the characters and the world that I am borrowing.

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Warning: 18+ There is a slight mention of porn in this. Nothing bad.

After finishing your "shower," you return to the bedroom to get dressed. Christian must have woken up, as neither he nor Jake is there.

You slip into a pair of black leggings, a white t-shirt, and a blue denim shirt, pairing the outfit with tall tan boots. Tossing your hair into a ponytail, you head to the kitchen, where Sheila is busy cooking at the stove, and Christian sits in his highchair, happily munching on strawberries and French toast.

Sheila smiles warmly as you enter the kitchen. “Morning, Y/N.”

“Morning, Ms. Seresin.”

“Mommy!” Christian exclaims, waving his tiny hand. You walk over to his highchair and plant a kiss on his cheek.

“Morning, baby. What are you eating?”

“Strawberries and toast,” he replies with a grin.

“That looks delicious.”

“There’s more on the counter,” Sheila says, glancing over her shoulder. “Help yourself and please, call me Sheila. We are family now.”

“I’ll grab some in a bit. Thank you.”

Just then, your phone rings. “Have you seen Jake?”

“He’s outside fixing the fence by the training pen,” Sheila replies.

“I need to take this call. Is Christian—”

“Sweetie, he’s fine. Go ahead.”

“Thank you.” You quickly step out the backdoor and answer the phone. “Good morning, Willoughby,” you say as you walk toward the training pen.

“Good morning, Y/N, and congratulations! My apologies for not being able to attend the wedding.”

“Thank you, and no problem. How’s everything on your end?”

“Everything’s under control, but I have some news: your wedding was leaked to the media, and your mother-in-law is pretty upset.”

You sigh. “Of course, it was.”

“We can press charges if you’d like. I talked to Mr. Whitaker as soon as I saw it.”

“Nah. It was probably just some young girl who got upset. No mention of who I married, though?”

“No, ma’am. I also had Whitaker file the proper documents to ensure privacy. I'm sure that's what you wanted done.”

“Of course.”

You stop as you approach the pen, watching Jake work diligently on the fence, his movements steady and precise. His shirt was off, leaving only a pair of jeans, cowboy boots, and work gloves. Sweat already glistened on his muscular chest, catching the morning light.

You raise an eyebrow, a spark of interest flickering in your eyes. Glancing at your watch, you shrug. Not even 9 a.m., and this is the sight that greets you—your husband, hard at work. You’ll take it. With a small smile, you continue your walk toward the fence.

Jake glances your way as you approach, a questioning look flickering across his face.

You do your best to stay focused on Willoughby's words, but the sight of your husband is proving to be quite the distraction.

“I emailed the paperwork to Mr. Whitaker yesterday since he’s already there,” Willoughby says over the phone.

“Perfect. He should be arriving soon,” you reply.

“Good. If you need anything, don’t hesitate to reach out.”

“Will do. Have a great day.”

“You too.”

You end the call just as you reach Jake, who’s now leaning casually on the fence.

“Who was that, and what was it about?” he asks, his tone laced with curiosity.

You smirk playfully. “Oh, just talking to a porn agency. Thought I’d see if they’d hire you.”

He smirks, his confidence practically radiating. “Darlin’, do you really think the porn industry could handle this? You barely can.”

You smirk back, feeling the heat rise to your cheeks. “Shut up. Not that it matters—I wouldn’t share you anyway.”

“Good,” he replies, his tone softening. “Because I wouldn’t either. Me or you.”

You roll your eyes, though your smile lingers. “Anyways, Mr. Willowby should be here soon.”

“I’m almost done here. I’ll be in shortly.”

“Good. I’ll see you back in the house.”

You turn to walk away but pause, glancing back over your shoulder. “Jake?”

“Yeah?” he replies, raising an eyebrow.

“I think I’ll make sure there’s some fencing that needs fixing back home,” you say with a teasing smile, your eyes glinting mischievously.

Jake chuckles, shaking his head. “Is that right?”

“Mhmm,” you hum, turning fully to walk back toward the house, leaving him with a grin on his face.

He smiles, a soft laugh escaping him. “Anything for you, darlin’.”

You sit across from Jake at the dining room table, while Mr. Whitaker takes a seat at the end, positioning himself between the two of you.

“So, what’s all this about?” Jake asks, his curiosity piqued.

“Well, you know I’m rich.”

“I remember you and Phoenix mentioning something about that,” he responds, his tone teasing.

Sheila enters and stands behind Jake.

“Well, after you said ‘I do’ yesterday, your plane was paid for. Along with the vehicles on this ranch and,” you glance at Sheila, “your mortgage. I’m still working on your sisters’ stuff.”

“Y/N, you didn’t have to do that,” Sheila replies, her voice full of gratitude.

“You’re right, I didn’t, but I wanted to. You’re my family now. You all welcomed me with open arms— a stranger your son brought home and declared to marry after just a week and a half. I couldn’t ask for better in-laws.”

“That’s incredibly generous of you, Y/N. I don’t know how to thank you enough.”

“You’re welcome.”

Sheila walks back into the kitchen, and just as the door swings shut, Christian bursts in, calling out, “Whit ker!” He runs up to Mr. Whitaker, giving him a quick hug before dashing off to play with Lindsey and Lukas.

“So, Mr. Whitaker, what exactly is your role in all this?” Jake asks, his brow furrowed.

“I’m your attorney, Mr. Seresin,” Whitaker replies with a calm smile.

“And Willoughby?” Jake presses, still trying to piece it together.

“He’s your butler,” Whitaker answers again, his tone firm but patient.

Jake looks at you, his expression a mix of curiosity and disbelief. “Darlin’, how much are you worth?”

Whitaker glances down at a piece of paper before answering. “Well, as of this morning, around 1.5 billion,” he replies matter-of-factly.

The sound of a cup shattering on the kitchen floor breaks the silence, and Jake sits there, speechless.

Phoenix walks in, her gaze flicking from Jake to Whitaker and then to you. She folds her arms across her chest, a smirk playing at her lips. “Oh, so you finally told him.”

Jake remains frozen, still dumbfounded.

Jake slowly turns his gaze from Whitaker to you, his mouth hanging slightly open as he tries to process the information. His mind is clearly working overtime, trying to wrap around the reality of the moment.

"Darlin'," he starts, his voice low and slightly incredulous. "You're telling me... you're worth one point five billion?"

You chuckle softly, the weight of it still feeling surreal despite the conversations you've had. "Yes, Jake. It's all part of the Astor estate and business holdings. I didn't grow up with the wealth, but... it's mine now."

His brow furrows as he processes this, his usual confidence beginning to waver. "And you didn't think to mention this sooner?" he asks, his tone a mix of surprise and a little amusement.

You shrug, your smile soft and understanding. "Christian did the same thing to me. We may have eloped after three days, but I loved him for who he was. Not his money."

Jake's expression softens as he listens to you, the initial surprise fading into a more contemplative look. He leans back in his chair, his gaze not leaving yours. "I get that," he says quietly, his voice carrying an unexpected tenderness. "But it must’ve been a hell of a thing to carry around, knowing you’ve got all that money and never really being able to talk about it."

You nod, a touch of sadness in your eyes. "It was. Christian and I kept a lot of things private. It wasn’t about the money, but about trust. And now... I just want to move forward, to build something real with you, Jake. Not based on what I have, but who we are."

Jake studies you for a moment, then lets out a low chuckle, shaking his head in disbelief. "You're a hell of a woman, Y/N. I can’t believe I’m lucky enough to have you." He leans forward, taking your hand in his. "I guess I’ll just have to get used to the idea of being married to a billionaire."

You laugh, the tension easing, as you squeeze his hand. "Just don’t get any ideas about expecting fancy gifts," you tease, a playful glint in your eyes. "I’m not that kind of billionaire."

He grins, the warmth in his eyes never leaving. "I don’t need fancy gifts. All I need is you."

You blushed, then turned to Mr. Whitaker and back to Jake. "You'll be set up with an account and you will be added to the estate in case something should ever happen to me or little Christian. A college fund will be set up for Lindsey and Lukas. Anything else I missed, Mr. Whitaker?"

Mr. Whitaker clears his throat, adjusting his glasses as he scans the papers in front of him. “No, I believe everything is covered, Y/N. The legal documents are in order, and your wishes are clear. It’s all been arranged according to your specifications.”

Jake’s eyes widen as he processes what you’ve just said. "Wait a minute. You’re... really setting up a college fund for my sisters’ kids too? I didn’t expect all that, darlin’."

You smile, your gaze softening as you look at him. "They’re your family, Jake. That means they’re mine too. I want to make sure everyone is taken care of."

He shakes his head, still in disbelief, but his expression is filled with gratitude. "You’ve got one hell of a heart, Y/N. I don’t even know how to begin to thank you for all of this."

You reach across the table, gently taking his hand in yours. "You don’t have to thank me, Jake. You’ve already given me everything I need. This is just... part of the journey. And I want to share it all with you."

Mr. Whitaker gives a small nod, as though confirming the peace of mind this arrangement provides. “Everything is in order. It’s all yours to manage as you see fit.”

Jake takes a deep breath, looking at the papers in front of him before locking eyes with you again. "Alright, darlin’. I guess I’ll have to get used to the idea of not having to worry about money for the rest of our lives." His voice softens, a smile tugging at the corner of his lips. "But what I really care about is that we’re building something together. That’s what matters to me."

Your heart swells at his words, the sense of partnership growing stronger. "Me too, Jake. Me too."

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[doriana-gray-games]

So uhhh... Ms. Hudson as a Ro when? Or a romantic walk to a park? Can I kidnap her? Have a baking lesson with her? Listen to her relationship advice? Can she become my best friend? Can she adopt me? MS. HUDSON FACTS PLEASE!!!

Thank you! I swear I'm normal!

(nO RomAnciNg the mom/grandmother figure!)

BUUt there will be social moments with her <3 She's gonna be in a lot of chapters 🥰 and she will have moments just like the ROs do.

Listen to her relationship advice? (Omg yes. a lot of that. even some in ch4 lol—just don't expect correct advice...)

kidnap? (not if u want Watson and Sherlock on your tail!)

Romantic park walk? (😌 ngl that sounds fun, I might add that)

Baking -- kind of?

SHE'S ALREADY YOUR BEST FRIEND/MOM/BIGGEST FAN ❤️

Mrs Hudson facts:

She married her rich older boss, as a young maid.

They were very happy.

She has no children (except W and Sherlock and the cat)

She doesn't need Sherlock's and Watson's rent, she mostly just likes a non-empty house filled with the people she has come to care for a whole lot

She's Scottish

She likes birds

She is a pretty good cook

She keeps doing housework despite being the owner of a large townhouse and having people to do that. (The cook doesn't like it when Mrs Hudson gets into the kitchen)

Her current hobby is getting Sherlock married well.

And bragging about Sherlock to her friends/neighbours.

Mrs Hudson and Horatio the cat /(and sherlock...)

[tilly-tilly-2827]

Spirited Away

Cannon divergence of An Offer from a Gentleman #1

Synopsis: “When I come back around, will I know what to say?” Or what if Sophie became pregnant with Charlie after the couch scene? What if Sophie agreed to be Benedict’s mistress for the sake of her son? What if Benedict never resisted the rules of the ton?

The darkest timeline of AOFAG; inspired by Billy Eilish’s “CHIHIRO”.

AO3 post from here!

“I’m getting married next month.”

When Benedict murmured those words against her neck, Sophie felt nothing. Nothing at all. Perhaps Benedict thought she would start crying, or at least, emotionally disturbed, because he began to stroke her curls as if soothing her from the nonexistent pain.

“Congratulations.”

“Thank you.”

Sophie listened to the ticking of the clock.

“But, nothing is going to change between us, my love. In my heart, you are already my wife,”

Staring through the half-opened window, Sophie noticed that the moon was exceptionally well-lit that night,

“Which young lady is going to be Mrs. Benedict Bridgerton?”

“Ms. Stowell.” Benedict sighed as he tightened his arms around Sophie’s small waist, feeling her soft smooth skin against his, “Dolores Stowell.”

“Please send my regards.”

“Sophie, Sophie, Sophie,” Benedict tried to roll her to his side, wanting to look into her eyes, but her grip on the sheets was too tight, “You knew I had to marry someday,”

“I know.”

“Mother and Anthony were pinching me to marry. I thought I should get it over with,”

“I understand.”

“Aren’t you jealous, Sophie?”

“Do you want me to be jealous?”

Yes, his pathetic answer almost strumbled from his lips. He half wanted her to scream and cry in hysterics, begging him to marry her instead. If she were in fits of anger and jealousy, Benedict could hold her tight and smooth her, whispering love into her ears until she calmed down and slept peacefully in his arms.

But Sophie only lay there motionless, emotionless.

Silence crept up in the spacious townhouse on St. Johns Street. Only the peaceful sounds of Charlie snoring from the nursery could they hear.

“Do you know how much I love you, Sophie?.” Benedict covered his hands over Sophie’s clenched fists. Trailing her delicate, cold fingertips. “I love you, Sophie.”

“I know.”

“Only you.”

“I know.”

At the break of dawn, Sophie felt Benedict slip away from the covers, the gentle waves of the mattresses waking up from her doze. On any other day, Sophie would wake up and send him off with a kiss, but that day, Sophie just couldn’t bring herself to do so.

She kept her eyes shut as Benedict placed a gentle kiss on her forehead, his hands lingering on her golden curls. Then, she heard a small click on the door; Benedict was so careful not to make a sound. Making sure that Sophie and Charlie would stay in their sweet dreams of their own.

Life as Benedict’s mistress wasn’t as horrible as she had imagined. It wasn’t horrible, in fact, it might be the life she had once dreamed of.

Even before Charlie was born, Benedict visited the townhouse every day with flowers in his hand, a basket of apples and pears she had craved during her pregnancy. He didn’t sleep for three days and held her hand tightly as she screamed and moaned in pain, the birth of Charlie Bridgerton had been long and painful. Both in tears and sweat, he had burst into tears of joy when the midwife handed the little baby in his arms, telling him with a smile that it was a healthy boy. Sophie had also shed tears as she watched Benedict sing lullabies while cradling little Charlie, knowing that perhaps, she had not foolishly repeated the tragedy of her mother. Unlike Sophie, Charlie was loved by his father. Unlike her mother, she was loved. Sophie knew that nothing could be better.

Almost every day, Benedict would come home from his studio at five o’clock, and Benedict would ask how her day was as she cooked supper for three, and chatted over their dinner plates. Benedict would play with Charlie as he tumbled on his lap, and after tucking in his son with a lullaby and a kiss on the forehead, Benedict would wrap Sophie in his warm arms, murmuring sweet love in her ears. Some nights were spent with cups of tea and suppressed giggles, talking and laughing away about Charlie, paintings, poems, and books. Sometimes nothing at all, talking absolute nonsense for hours and hours. Some nights were spent inside Benedict’s arms, waltzing around the room, dancing and twirling to the gentle sound of the music box. Some nights were spent with hushed voices, Benedict worshiping every part of her with his body and soul. Feeling the intense heat on her, inside her, Sophie knew that she was loved.

Sometimes, Benedict would take Sophie and Charlie to the park, and the three would have a picnic on the freshly cut grass, laughing as Charlie rolled on the grass chasing butterflies. Benedict would doze off in the armchair beside the fireplace with Charlie in his arms, Charlie snoring happily with the exact same drop of his eyebrows. It was astonishing how the two resembled each other, and Sophie had to chuckle when Charlie gave her the same crooked grin as Benedict when he was up to mischief.

Sometimes, Benedict would take the two to Wiltshire, where Sophie could roam around the village without fearing being seen by the other Bridgertons. Charlie would burst into fits of laughter as Benedict softly tickled his stomach inside their carriage. Mr. And Mrs. Crabtree would coo and cuddle Charlie without any questions, Charlie enjoying the undivided attention he was getting from the elderly couple.

Charlie giggled happily on Sophie’s lap as Benedict gently pushed her from the back, on the swings he had made on the cherry tree. The three would take walks in the countryside, Benedict carrying the snoring Charlie on his back.

“I love a good party,”

“I would hardly call this a party, Benedict.”

Sophie laughed as Benedict brought her hand to his lips,

“My most favorite party of three, my love,”

Walking arm in arm, Benedict would steal kisses from her every corner.

It was almost like the married life with Benedict she had always dreamed of. Almost.

True, Benedict missed Charlie’s first birthday because of the queen ball. True, they couldn’t spend Easter and Christmas together, he would be away in Audrey Hall with his family, and sometimes Benedict would show up at the door drunk and wasted, presumably after an opera or a ball. But even those moments were precious, sobering him up with a glass of water, and cooking chicken soup for his hangover the next morning. Softly caressing his curls as he groaned like a bear, Sophie would gently wake him up with a kiss, acting like a loving, dedicated wife. And he would playfully pull her into their beds, nuzzling his lips on her neck,

Sophie knew that she was already Benedict’s dirty secret, and with Benedict being in the sacrament of marriage; her presence, Charlie’s presence was going to become more unscrupulous than ever.

But all the abundant love that Benedict had poured into Sophie and Charlie had made her believe in the illusion of bliss and happiness.

The next day, Benedict knocked on the door at five o’clock sharp, just as usual. With a crooked smile and a bouquet of Lilly of the Valleys in his hands.

“How was your day, my love?”

“Papa!”

Charlie’s face lighted up into a cheeky smile seeing his loving father at the door, reaching his arms up for a hug. Benedict picked up Charlie from the carpet with ease and nuzzed him playfully with his nose. The identical, scrunched smiles on their faces.

“Tickles!”

“Were you being a good boy to Mama?”

A little more, Sophie thought to herself. Let me stay in this illusion a little more,

Carrying Charlie adoringly in his arms as if nothing had happened. Giving her a small kiss on the cheeks as if nothing had changed. Undoing the laces of her nightgown, whispering her name as if his fiancée had never existed.

“Sophie,”

It was barely audible, but she heard the familiar name murmured against her neck. It had happened several times in their marital bed, but no, she wasn’t going to question the integrity of her husband, her mother had taught her better than that. And somehow, his desperate tone always sent shivers down her spine; a tingling sinful sensation.

Normally, it would begin with slow practical strokes. Next, he would rub her core until her breath became more shallow and short, and he would stop when she fell apart in his hands, arching her back into a gasp. His strokes would become faster and deeper after that, and after he spilled inside her, he would neatly clean her up with a towel and gently pull the sheets over her naked body.

“Good night,” He would say, leaving a small peck on her cheeks. “I’ll see you in the morning.”

After wrapping himself in a silk robe, he would clean his hands with the basin, using a small brush to scrub his nails. The lingering smell of their sex mixed with the fresh scent of lemon and soap.

Then he would leave. Closing the door of her bedroom.

In a few minutes, she would hear her husband order a bath for one. Then she would smell the burning cigarettes from the window, her husband indulging in the filthy habit in the outside garden. Throwing the burned-out cigarette on her well-polished Italian tiles.

Then she would hear the carriage coming from the distance, and she would hear two clicks on the door. One heavy click of the entrance door. One light click of the carriage door.

Then she would be all alone in the house.

Life with Benedict Bridgerton was supposed to be a dream come true. It was a dream come true, it truly was.

Benedict Bridgerton had been listed as the most eligible bachelor for years, and she always loved the way he smiled, the way he danced, the way he talked, charming everyone in the room. With his tall broad figure and his crooked teasing smile, she always thought he was the handsomest in the prosperous Bridgerton Brothers.

Her parents had been over the moon about the courtship, and although it puzzled both her and her mother why Benedict had suddenly started to show interest in her after spending years avoiding her like a plague, she liked how he courted her with fragrant flowers and sweet chocolates, the charming smile only given exclusively for her.

In three weeks he proposed to her and they were engaged. In a month they were married, and Benedict had taken her to Italy for their honeymoon; traveling through Venice, Rome, beautiful cottage around the Amalfi Coast. She had felt rather smug walking around the city with a handsome man by her side, taking her to extravagant palaces, balls, art galleries, and beaches. And she did enjoy the intercourses at night, “the marital duties” her mother had taught her. She was surprised at how much she enjoyed it; given her sister’s comments about “utter pain and discomfort for five minutes.” Benedict was kind and gentle, showing her the newfound pleasures and sensations. She loved how he touched her, with his warm, soft hands. She wanted his hands to stay there, forever,

But after a month, they returned to Maddison Manor, a relatively large place in London, a place her father had given them for their residence. She was disappointed that he insisted on having separate bedrooms, but she knew he was a shallow sleeper, he seemed quite sleep-deprived during their honeymoon.

“Go back to bed,” He would gently say to her when she woke up in the middle of the night, feeling the cold sheets on her fingertips. Finding her newlywed husband on the couch, fervently writing something on a piece of paper. “Go back to sleep,”

“Aren’t you coming with me, dear husband?” She would ask, gently undoing the knot of her gown, but her husband would only chuckle, putting the robes back to her shoulders.

“Can’t sleep,” he would say, “I’ll join you later,”

But she would often find him snoring on the couch the next morning.

Back at the Maddison Manor, the two shared breakfast on weekdays, exchanging the plans for the day. He would normally leave for his art studio at 9:00, and on Tuesdays, Thursdays, and Fridays, Benedict would have dinner with her; the other days he had appointments with his other family members and the other artists in the studio.

What surprised her about Benedict was that he was a man of routine. Hearing discreet rumors about his bohemian tendencies, she thought he would be slovenly; perhaps lazy and sloppy.

But he was quite the opposite. He would diligently attend the invitations of balls, operas, and musicals, and dance two waltzes with her at every ball.

“Such a wonderful husband,” Her friends would tell her jealously*, “I haven’t seen my husband for three months.”*

He would decline her invitation to social events once in three times. He would come home every day at five-thirty in the morning. He would come to her room at ten o’clock in the evening every Tuesday and leave at eleven o’clock. Once every two months, he would go on a two-week trip with his artist friends, to an outdoor sketch in the countryside. Returning home with souvenirs; oysters from Whitstable, pottery from Middleport, and beautiful engraved signet rings from Kent.

Sweet honey from Wiltshire.

The night of his return, he would give her not one but two orgasms, and kiss her twice on the lips, but she would only taste whiskey and cigarettes. And he would wash his hands, take a bath, smoke, and leave. Like a clockwork soldier.

She should be happy. She lived in a beautiful house with a handsome husband, who fulfilled every aspect of his marital duties. She had wonderful in-laws, (although they were rather too bustling for her liking) and if she was lucky, she would be blessed with a baby sooner or later.

She wondered if Benedict would start to love her if she gave him a son. She wondered if Benedict would stop cleaning his hands if they had children together. If he would stay in her bed for a whole night. If he would open the door to her bedroom every night.

Lost in thoughts, hours and hours passed by as she sat by the windowsill.

Waiting.

She never really liked going in the servant's Kitchen. Nothing, nobody in the room was particularly familiar to her, and the smallness and the stuffiness of the room was disorienting, sometimes making her dizzy and sick. But she did have to consult the cook with the dishes for the upcoming Bridgerton Ball, she knew that the sooner she finished the conversation, the sooner she would be able to leave the awful pace.

“Excuse me, I’m afraid Mary forgot to deliver these,”

But just as she was about the room, a woman came rushing into the small kitchen, carrying a bundle of sheets. Judging from her shabby dress and ash stained face, she was probably one of the washerwomen, carrying a little child behind her back. She did look rather pretty, she thought, a certain glow within her some women often carried, but the little child was breathtaking, with almond green eyes, long eyelashes, angelic brown curls that, that, that, that, that,

“Oh, my deepest apologies,” She widened her eyes in surprise, dropping into a hastily cutusy, “Sheets, my lady, cleaned and ironed.”

“Ah, Ms. Beckett. I did wonder why Mary’s bundles were so small today,” Mrs. Lindon, the housekeeper said briskly, “Excellent quality as always.”

But just as the housekeeper shooed her off in the streets, she found herself grabbing the washerwoman’s wrists.

Because she knew those brown curls,

“Such a beautiful boy,” She said.

The mother’s puzzled look turned into a warm smile, and she gently laid her hands on the boy’s chubby cheeks, plump and reddened like a ripe autumn apple.

So well nourished, she thought.

She slightly dipped her head to look into the boy’s eyes, but he suddenly buried his head on his mother’s shoulders, hiding from her gaze.

Both the women and Mrs. Lindon chuckled.

“My apologies again, Madam. He’s quite shy around people at the first time,” “How old is he?”

“A year and five months, my lady.”

“And another one coming up, I hear?” Mrs. Lindon added with a bantering tone, and the washerwomen returned a weak smile, a slight weary look in her eyes.

She suddenly noticed that the woman was rather slim compared to the baby she carried, her cheeks slightly hollowed and her color was slightly off, her shoulders terribly delicate. Burnt marks on her thin arms, and blistered fingertips. But she had beautiful honey-colored locks, bright-colored eyes that loomed too large for her face,

“Name?”

“Pardon?”

“His name,”

“Oh, Charles, my lady.” The woman replied, “But we normally call him Charlie,”

“Charles.”

The little boy was now focused on his mother’s golden curls, giggling as he played with the bouncing ringlets,

With That crooked, charming smile,

“Don’t you have a nanny?”

“...I.”

“To look after him?”

“I do look after him, My lady.”

“Do you?”

She stared at the young toddler’s tiny palm, the little burn mark on his left hand, a little bandage wrapped around his right. She reached out to take the boy in her arms, but the washerwoman suddenly staggered back, a slight fear and guilt in her eyes.

“I must be going,” She said hastily, “Good day to you, my lady.”

And the women rushed out of the room. But the little boy turned his head softly as the mother reached the door, a crooked smile and a small wave,

The same cheeky smile that she always loved,

But she wasn’t going to let him go with just that smile.

“Opium. Benedict. Opiums. You told me you would stop,”

“Dearest, there was the Smythe-smith musical last night.” Benedict pouted his lips playfully, battering his eyebrows, and not a drop of remorse in his tone, “How do you think I could bear the night without them?”

With a crooked grin, Benedict snaked his hands around Sophie’s waist, his lips nuzzling the nape of her neck, “I wouldn’t have needed them if you were there for distraction,”

“Benedict, I’m being serious,”

“So am I, my love. So serious, ”

As Benedict’s hands traveled to the hems of her skirts, she slapped his hands off, stepping away from his clutch.

“Benedict, we need to talk,”

“But it’s been ages, my love.” He again pulled her in his arms, nibbling her earlobes, “I didn’t send Charlie to Mrs. Crabtrees for no reason,”

“So you wouldn’t have to worry about our son accidentally taking in any of your special tea?” His hands squeezing on her bosoms froze, and Sophie peeled herself away, turning around to face him with a scowl.

“I didn’t know that it was in my jacket, Sophie!” Benedict groaned weakly, flopping down in an armchair. “Sophie, I’m sorry I accidentally brought them here,”

“No, Benedict. I am not asking for apologies.”

“Then why are you so upset?”

“Benedict, I know what those are, what they do to you,”

With a soft sigh, Sophie gently paced herself on his lap, curing up on the armchair with him. She ran her fingers through his curls, but Benedict didn’t quite look into her eyes, wringing his hands in his lap.

“Why tea again, Benedict? Tell me,”

“The Smyth-Smith musical is more terrible than you could ever imagine, Sophie.”

“No, Benedict.”

Sophie saw him bite his lips as if he were afraid to let something wicked slip out.

“It’s just...stressful. Balls. Garden parties. Promenades. Dorl...everything.”His shoulders deflating, Benedict buried his face in her shoulders, “ I want to stay with you. Always. With Charlie. All the time.”

“Then stay,” Sophie said softly. “Stay with me.”

“I...I can not,”

“Why?”

“...I’m married,”

It was a terrible answer, Benedict knew instantly as the words lurched from his mouth unconsciously. Sophie visually grew stiff on his lap, but she quickly averted her gaze to the fireplace. Despite the cracking fire, Benedict noticed that there was no color on her face,

“I cannot cope with anymore,”

“Sophie,“

Benedict tried to grab her skirts as she stepped away from his lap, but failed miserably, almost slipping out from his chair. Sophie meaninglessly took a cloth from the table, wiping the pot Benedict had washed an hour earlier.

“What do you want from me, Benedict?”

Sophie refused to look at him, her hands working on the cool iron surface,

“Sophie, I only want you,”

“But am I not making your life miserable? You wouldn’t have gone back to your special tea if Charlie and I didn’t exist.”

“No, don’t say that Sophie,”

Benedict gently took the pot from her hands, placing it back on the upper shelf.

“I don’t understand you, Benedict.”

Sophie looked at him, the man who had been her prince charming, the man who had saved her, the man that she fell in love with, the man who poured so much love into her,

She tightened her grip on the cloth.

“You told me that you were going to get married to gain freedom. So that the eligible debutants and their mamas wouldn’t hunt you down anymore. That you could be free from the rules of the society. Yet, ever since you got married, you are more trapped than ever. Trapped in the cycle of Balls, musicals, parties, operas,”

“Sophie, I must fulfill,”

“I thought you married to escape from those duties. To be with me and Charlie.” Sophie continued softy, “I don’t understand what you are trying to do,”

Benedict suddenly stood up from his chair. But as he took steps towards her, Sophie could sense he was contemplating every step. When he finally reached her, standing by the kitchen window, He tried to put his arms around her shoulders, but Sophie brushed it off yet again.

The two stared at each other in silence, and Sophie noticed that there was cold darkness in his green-grey eyes she had never seen,

“Do you know what, Sophie?” Sophie saw Benedict clench his fists. “It’s you whom I don’t understand.”

“What do you mean?”

“I know you’ve been working at the laundry.”

Benedict started to edge her to the wall, Sophie staggering back, a knock on the head as she reached the end. Benedict loomed over her, his tone in a hushed whisper. “I know all your secrets, Sophie. Didn’t you think I would find out where you keep your worker’s rags?”

Benedict suddenly grabbed her arms, pulling them up to her eyes, his tone was suddenly different; cold but laced with impatience.

“And didn’t you think I wouldn’t notice your hands and arms getting burnt and blistered every day?”

Sophie yanked her arms from his embrace, but he caught them again, aggressively pinning her wrists against the wall. Sophie cursed her height, no, she cursed her own body, no matter how she tried, Benedict had everything to overpower her,

The only defiance was to not look into his eyes, the ones she knew were firing up in fury,

“Sophie, what do you want me to do?”

Yet his tone turned weak, submissive, almost as if he were begging for mercy,

“I’ll give you everything you want. Everything. Everything. Why do you keep working Sophie? Making yourself suffer in service,”

“Because I don’t want to sit idly in the room only waiting for my lover to come home,” Sophie hissed, yes she was still pinned to the wall but she could still glare at him,

“Do you know how pathetic that is, Benedict? Spending the precious time of life only thinking when her lover is coming back, like some kind of mistress,”

“But you are,” Benedict said quietly.

“I had no choice,” Sophie muttered. “If it weren’t for Charles, I would have killed myself.”

“No, Don’t say that Sophie.”

His eyebrows scrunched as if in pain, Benedict softened his grip on her wrists and on that brief second, Sophie pushed him by the shoulders, away from his captivity.

Benedict just stood there as Sophie began to prepare tea rather violently, putting the kettle on the stove, and grabbing the tea-set from the cupboards. Benedict hated how the china’s clattered, even the rattling of the kettle was fuming his frustration,

“You told me not to tell lies, Benedict.”

“And this is the truth.”

“...Then just stop working at the laundry. Please, Sophie. I’m begging you. If you need more money I could give you more,”

“It’s not about the money, Benedict,”

“Then what is it about?”

“My goddamn pride, Benedict!”

Sophie realized that she was about to slam the teacup she held in her hands, smashing the fine china on the brown chipped tiles. Benedict would cut his hand cleaning out the glass splinters scattered on the floor,

Sophie took a deep breath.

Breathe, Sophie, breathe.

“Why are you suddenly condemning me, Benedict?” Sophie asked quietly. “I started working months ago, and a smart gentleman like you would have noticed much earlier. Suddenly you’re asking me why. Why Benedict? Why?”

“It’s not good for Charles.”

“I don’t understand,”

“I first thought that while you were working, Ms. Hudson was looking after Charles. But just a few days ago, when I asked her if she needed additional money for the diapers, she told me that you take Charlie to work.”

“I don’t see anything wrong with that. I’m his mother, Benedict, and I want to take care of him,”

“Think rationally, Sophie.” Benedict’s tone was starting to become impatient, tapping his fingers on the wall, “You possibly don’t think it’s good for Charlie,”

“Why so?”

“The environment, Sophie, the environment! Don’t you understand? There are chemicals, hot water, and other dangerous objects. It's not a place for a child, especially not for a toddler. And I’ve never gone down those parts of the city, but I don’t want Charles to be influenced by,”

“The other fallen women in the factory and their other illegitimate children?”

“Sophie, the place is dangerous,” Ignoring Sophie’s last question, Benedict’s voice changed into a desperate plea. “I don’t want you or Charlie to get hurt,”

“You’ve already hurt me enough, Benedict.”

“But I gave you everything Sophie, a flat, dresses, jewelry, ribbons,”

“Why would you think this is everything?”

“Then what do you want, Sophie?”

“Only You,” Sophie said softly. “You. And Charlie.”

Benedict shook his head in confusion and exhaustion, waving her words away. After gulping down a glass of water, he loomed over her petite figure, glaring down at her.

“I’m taking Charlie, Sophie. To Maddison Manor.”

“Oh, so is that where you live?”

Sophie scoffed, eyeing him sarcastically.

“I beg your pardon?”

“You never told me where you lived,”

“You never asked, Sophie.”

Sophie gave a low laugh, a dry, weary voice that dug nails in Benedict’s soul,

“Do you think I ever want to see the love of my life in the hands of another?”

“Sophie, you are the only one I would ever love, “

“Yet, you are trying to take my love away,” Sophie said quietly. “Taking my love away from me,”

“Charles is my son too, Sophie. He carries my name. And I don’t want him wandering alone in those streets in the future,”

“You don’t seem to find the problem with me, walking down those streets.”

“I see the problem, Sophie.” Benedict snapped, “Except that you choose to do so despite my warnings. You chose to walk down those streets. But not Charles.”

Sophie tightened her fists. God, she wanted to smack him but Benedict's words were painfully justifiable,

In the blink of an eye, while she looked away, Charlie had reached his hands on the burning iron, bursting into a painful cry,

“So, you are going to take him away? Away from his mama?”

“I’m not taking Charles away from you, Sophie. I’ll come to St. Johns with Charlie every weekend. If that’s not enough for you, I can hire you as a maid,”

“What will your wife think?” Sophie snared, his absurdity was making her veins explode, “I don’t think your Mrs. Bridgerton would be happy about having a bastard in her own house. Let alone live with her husband's mistress.”

“It’s my house, Sophie.” Benedict snapped back, “I’m the master of the house, not her. And Dolores is an intelligent woman, perhaps less foolish than you,”

“I cannot believe you just said that,”

“She will understand, Sophie.’

“You’re an idiot.”

“And you're being an absolute fool,”

With a deep sigh, Benedict ran his fingers in his hair. Why couldn’t this woman be reasonable?

“When you said you would be my mistress,” Benedict continued matter-of-factly, “You made me promise three things. I believe an intelligent women like yourself would remember,”

Sophie clutched the hems of her skirt. So tightly that her nails were biting into her skin, the striking hot pain against her skin,

“I asked you to love the baby no matter what.”

“Yes. And I have, Sophie. I love and adore Charlie with all my heart. I would give my life for him.”

“I know.”

“Tell me the second one.”

Sophie hated how Benedict’s voice was calm and reserved; as if he were trying to soothe a toddler,

“The baby would have your name,”

“And I have done that Sophie. Chares Bridgerton. Do you understand how difficult that was for me?”

Benedict peered into Sophie’s eyes, craning his lean figure, but Sophie only glared back at him, with her icy-cold green eyes,

“You said that you would give your life for him.” She tilted her head in disbelief, “Yet, you struggled to give him the legitimacy?”

“Sophie,”

Sophie cut off his words.

“And the education. Benedict. The same education as you,”

“And I plan to keep my promise, Sophie. I found him a governess. In a few years, I can get Charlie a tutor so that he can be prepared for Eaton,”

“But why do you have to take him away from me? Why? Why, Benedict, why? He could stay at St. Johns, Benedict. Get a tutor to visit there,”

“Sophie, that place is filled with whores and prostitutes,” gritting through his teeth, he said, “Do you think I can get a decent man to come to St. Johns for education,”

“Are you calling me a whore?”

“No, Sophie. Why would I call you,”

“But you did,”

Benedict twisted his lips in a mocking smile.

“Sophie, your argument is completely irrelevant to Charlie’s education,”

“Well, according to your theory, Charlie is a son of a whore,”

“Why could you say that, Sophie?”

“Because you said so!”

The two glared at each other. Sophie clenched her jaw, her forest green eyes in flames. The veins on Benedict’s neck bulging.

Fists clenched. Sweating.

“I’m not having this conversation with you,”

Benedict took his jacket from the chair, and walked up the stairs to their bedroom. Sophie followed him, desperately trying to catch up with his speed,

“No, Benedict. We have to talk about this,”

“I don’t think you’re in the right place of mind to talk reasonably,”

“Oh, you’re the one to say,”

Sophie glared at him as Benedict continued to pack his belongings, no, not packing, he was just slamming things in the leather trunk,

“I’m going to take the carriage to London. I’ll send one the first thing tomorrow morning for you and Charlie.”

“Oh, so you are going to run away from me now? Away from Charles? Away from all your problems again?”

“I just need a break, Sophie. From this mess,”

“No, Benedict. This is your mess.”

“This is our mess, Sophie.”

“No, if,”

“If, if, if, if.” Benedict muttered angrily, “You keep talking of nonexistent possibilities, Sophie. Non-existing dreams. Illusions. Can’t you see I’m trying to live the reality Sophie?”

“YOU fed me with illusions of love, Benedict. Telling me that you love me and nothing was going to change. Everything changed, Benedict. Everything. Ever since you got married. You lied to me, Benedict, making me hope that someday we could,”

“See, Sophie? See? You are talking of illusions again,”

“Because you made me believe in them,”

“WILL YOU SHUT UP?”

With a violent slam of the desk, Benedict found himself screaming at her. But Benedict immediately regretted everything he said as she took two steps back, her face no longer flushed with anger or spite, it was emotionless. Blank.

“Sophie, Sophie, Sophie.”

“No, Benedict,”

“Sophie, I’m sorry.”

“I love you.”

“No, don’t say that.”

“I don’t know you anymore,”

Her voice was quiet.

“I don’t recognize you anymore.”

“Sophie.”

“Who are you?”

“I don’t know.”

And she left, closing the door behind her.

“Maybe tomorrow,”

“I didn’t know you would be here tonight,”

“Is it a crime to dine at my own house?”

With a mocking smile plastered across his lips, her husband played with the chicken roast on his plate, peeling off the grilled skin with a silver knife. Like a little toddler.

“Are you quite all right?”

“Splendid, my dear, quite splendid!”

Her husband gave a dark chuckle as he chugged down another glass of whiskey. It was quite unusual for him to be dining at Maddison Manor on a regular Saturday, and when she saw him arrive at the door at five o’clock, asking the butler to prepare a dinner for two, she asked her ladies maid to put on her best dress, the dark green silk she had just made at the modiste. The low neckline was a bit scandalous; but the modiste, with a teasing smile, had told her that was her husband’s taste.

But he seemed more interested in the glass of whiskey than herself. Hell, he paid more attention to the plate of roasted chicken before him. She gripped on her silver knife and fork even tighter.

“How was your day, my love?”

“Splendid.”

“How so?”

Benedict didn’t answer her question. Instead, he took another shot of whiskey, waving a hand to the servants for another.

As the butler came in with another bottle, she snatched it from his hands. Her husband’s eyes widened as she poured the liquid into her wine glass, drowning herself in the bitterness in one just swig.

She could feel the burning in her throat,

Benedict finally looked at her, eyeing her from tip to toe. He changed into a twisted smirk.

“You do look rather fetching today, Mrs. Bridgerton.”

“Thank you. I just had it made for you.”

“Ah,”

Benedict stretched his hands to take the bottle, but she pushed it to the corner, away from his reach. She heard him click his tongue in annoyance.

“Does it please your eye?”

She tried to sound seductive; lowering her voice, fluttering her eyelashes. She had put extra rouge on her lips before dinner, and the fragrant perfume he had bought in France. At least, that was what he had told her,

“Why did you make it green?”

He asked, abruptly.

“I thought your favorite color was green.”

“My favorite color is blue,”

“Oh,”

Husband and wife, the two dined in silence, only the sound of their plates and utensils clattering with each other audible in the Background.

The roasted chicken suddenly tasted bland. Both Benedict and Dolores thought sandpaper would taste better, feel better in their mouths,

“I can take your sons,”

“Pardon?”

“I said, I can take care of your sons.”

“How, how do you know about it,”

“I met them,”

“What?”

“She was delivering fresh sheets to the neighborhood,”

“Jesus Christ,”

She saw Benedict bury his face in his hands but she continued on,

“She looked tired. And it can’t possibly be good for your children to be around in that environment,”

“You keep saying in sons,”

“She’s pregnant.”

Benedict violently stabbed the knife into the table. A dull sound echoed through the room.

“Bloody hell.”

She glared at him.

“Shouldn’t you be grateful?”

Benedict didn’t answer. Instead, his clutch on his whiskey glass became tighter, his knuckles turning white and red at the same time.

“We can take in Charles for his wellbeing. If the baby in her belly is indeed yours,”

“Of course she’s mine,”

“Oh, so you are so sure about it?”

For the first time in their relationship, he had a sheepish look on his face. But he still didn’t answer her question.

“Go to her house tomorrow, and get Charles.” She continued emotionlessly, “As for the second one, we can talk about it after she’s born,”

“I can’t, Dolores.”

“Benedict, can’t you see how benevolent I am trying to be? How merciful as your wife? I’m doing this all for you! So that you would snap out of your misery, and be happy for god's sake,”

“I can’t.”

She noticed that her husband had stabbed the knife in his hand, the red blood dripping on the velvet carpet, staining the silk white tablecloth into a darkish black, a sharp smell of human flesh,

“She’s gone.”

“Gone, gone.”

“Gone.”

Benedict jerked awake, drenched in tears and sweat. The bright moon and the silent wind rattling the windows told him that he was at my Cottage, not the bloody Maddison Manor, not St. Johns, not Audrey Hall.

His heart was still beating rapidly, his breath still short and shallow as he grabbed a glass from a table, drinking the lukewarm liquid in one breath.

“Are you all right, my love?”

He heard a gentle soft voice from his side, soothing his beating heart, the shivers he felt from the awful dream.

“Where’s Charles?”

“In the nursery, love.”

“Why isn’t he here with us?”

“Because he always sleeps in the nursery, you silly man,”

“Oh,”

“You’re soaked in sweat,”

Her hands softly caressed his clenched shoulders, rubbing his skin reassuringly, soothing him to go back to sleep,

“It was just a dream, Benedict.”

“Just a bad dream.”

“Isn’t it?”

#Writer’s Notes

“Love is not finite,”

“Is it?”

[davisexplainableart]

(CW: Swearing) Personal Thoughts

Evenin', just felt like typin' out some personal thoughts regardin' the 4 choices for next week's transformation event, particularly how Daddy would feel 'bout becoming any of 'em.

1/13/25 UPDATE: I no longer stand by most of what I said about Miss Endive in this post. Please disregard that section.

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Endive (Chowder):

HELL NO! I hate her! I F*****G DESPISE her!!! I am genuinely APPALLED that anyone could like someone as atrocious as her!!!

I've been meaning to rant about how awful she is for months now, but the Tumblr guidelines keep censoring me, but I do not care anymore!

Sometimes I cannot believe that I enjoy Chowder as much as I do with her in it. Sure, several moments are hilarious, BUT NOT WHEN SHE'S ON THE F*****G SCREEN! I am BAFFLED that she got a good ending by marrying to Schnitzel! NO, she does not deserve that! That bitch deserves to be [TEXT REMOVED FOR BEING TOO VIOLENT] until she dies a HORRIBLE death, and even that wouldn't be enough to satisfy my hatred of her!!! Anyone who votes for her deserves to [TEXT REMOVED FOR BEING TOO VIOLENT]!!!! RATING: -500000000/10 *deep breath* Sorry, where was I?

2. Madame Flurrie (Paper Mario: The Thousand-Year Door):

Now, I haven't played this game yet, but I know quite a lot about it, thanks to reviews online. Having said that, I'm not sure if I'd like to become her either. Based on her name, she's basically a cloud. Kinda sounds weird, doesn't it? However, it's possibly that it might feel different to what I'm imagining. Maybe being Madame Flurrie doesn't feel like being a cloud? Hey, you never know! Rating: 6.5 or 7/10

3. Ms. Flexi, AKA The Flexer Teacher (Mixels):

100% yes, she's absolutely my pick! Now, I've been told that turning into her would involve me becoming a simpler, but much plumper version of her. But of course, I wouldn't mind at all. A design like that is perfect. That teacher is BEAUTIFUL. I will proudly become her with my head held high. This is gonna be the best 21st Birthday ever!!! You all better vote for her OR ELSE!! Rating: 11/10

4. Toriel (Undertale):

I dunno, seems a bit too obvious. Sure, becoming someone like Toriel seems nice, and it helps if transforming into her helps me to learn how to cook better, but still. I'll put her as my 2nd place pick. I wouldn't mind becoming her if she gets the most votes, even though she's a pretty obvious choice. Rating: 8/10

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Alright, y'all! See ya soon!

[peachy-puddin-cup]

Hey there! 💕✨

Sort of a general question, but which of your ocs do you think would hang out with mine? Or what kind of relationship do you think they’d have? :0

(Please don’t feel the need to go through all of my ocs because.,, there’s a lot.,,)

Love ya Peachy 💖

GUH! HI CAM! 😭❤️

Imma be so fr Im so bad at names and remembering characters unless so I’d have to see them all again!

The only one I can right away remember and think of a friendship with is Ms. Jun.

I know she is Pigsy and Tang’s lover?? and Suki is friends with Pigsy cuz she likes to learn to cook from him so I also see her being friends with her, she’s really shy so it takes her a minute. She’d bake them all sweets as a thank you for anything she learns from them.

But like also if you have any offers for any character friendships/relationships you can totally DM me and stuff and we can discuss. All my OCs are multi-ship accept one and that’s Bo cuz he’s full on canon married to friend’s oc.

[cosmic-crybaby]

Blue Skies - Tommy Shelby

Chapter 13: ‘You Can Do No Wrong’ 

Warning in this chapter: You finally meet the Shelby family, and come face to face with Polly Grey herself.

Masterlist: 

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The Shelby family always knew how to throw a proper party. 

You recall that it was a family party, but you knew that meant anyone who was in close ties with the Shelby family. Nevertheless, you felt the pressure already building. The dread of intimidation and the increasing fretful pit in your gut forming with only the thought of what they might think of you. When he first proposed his idea of the party, you hesitated even attending. Fearing that his family would show the most hostility to you and your ‘broken; family since you were not married and you were pregnant with his child. But, even with the storms of scenarios that ran through your mind, Thomas made sure to clear the clouds and reassure you that his family did not give a single fuck if you were married or not yet. 

‘I call the shots, okay? No ones going to fuck with you if you are with me,’ 

He had told you while he held you in his arms. His words made you feel only the slightest bit less anxious. The party was in celebration of their business finally taking off, which brought your stress and worries even higher. You wanted everything to be perfect. 

“B-but I don’t have a dress to wear, the kids need new formal clothes, the cooks still haven’t bought the meat for the main course and-” You rambled. You and Thomas both knew you had plenty of dresses to wear, but you felt as though none of them were good enough. Each one didn’t fit the way you wanted, or didn’t match the jewelry you had planned on dawning. 

“Sweetheart, please...: He held your heated face in his cold and rough hands. Taking a deep breath with you. “Don’t worry about that...I will have everything taken care of, when I get home tonight I’ll buy you a new dress and some clothes for the kids...okay?” You only looked at him, gathering your thoughts. 

“And I’ll make sure Francis has everything ready...Please, I want them to meet you,” 

You nod. Reluctantly agreeing. 

The day of the event came quickly. 

With each passing hour and the closer you were to completing your appearance, the more the realization began to creep up on you. You stood there in your shared master bedroom, giving yourself one last look over of yourself in the mirror. The deep blue dress was heavy with the beaded detailing but hugged your body in just the right way. It was especially comfortable around your midsection. Your neck was decorated with the jewelry that reflected under the dim lighting. Exhaling, you run your hands down your sides to smooth out any wrinkles in the dress. A timid knock at the door caused you to jump a bit. 

“Ms. (L/n), the guests are arriving,” Francis stated from behind the heavy wooden door. 

“Thank you Francis, I’ll be out in just a moment,” You had called back. Taking a deep breath once again and fixing any stray hairs before turning to open the door. Laughter had echoed through the house as you closed the bedroom door behind you. 

“They will be gathering in the drawing room,” She told you once you reached the bottom of the stairs. You nod once again, thanking her with a smile as you walk to the open doors. Peering in to see just how many people were attending. Your eyes had scanned the room for anyone familiar, as most of the people who were there were people you had never seen before. Elizabeth and Henry were talking to two other boys around Elizabeth's age as they sat around a chess board on the small table. John and Esme were attempting to calm down and round of their own children as they wondered and ran around the room with Johnny Doggs’ flock of kids. You made an effort in getting to know everyone’s names that were attending beforehand, making sure you didn’t make any mistakes when meeting them. There were only a few you could point out. Uncle Charlie, Curly, and Johnny Doggs were in one corner. Sitting on the couch next to your children was the second youngest Shelby sibling, Ada. The brunette was speaking to one of the boys, which you only assumed was her son Karl. Across from her was Linda Shelby, Arthurs God-devoted wife. She watched the other boy carefully, her son Billy, as he was introducing himself to Elizabeth and Henry. Your eyes scanned some more. Beside Thomas was Arthur himself, speaking quietly but yet his gruff voice still carried throughout the room. Then there was Aunt Polly, who sat in one of the chairs as she smoked a cigarette with elegance and grace as her son, Michael, stood beside her as he talked with Finn, the youngest Shelby sibling. 

Shaking slightly as you squeezed your hands together. When you had fully entered the room, you held your head down a bit and laid your hands one over the other. Gracing them with your very presence, the room almost went silent. You had only glanced up when you felt Thomas stand beside you, clearing his throat as he held a hand out for you to take to join his side. Handsome as ever in his suit. You walked to him, taking a few strides to interlock your hand with his. 

“Everyone,” He started. “This won’t take long, I figured there will be no better place to introduce this amazing woman by my side, rather than tonight,” He looked at the guests scattered around the room. 

“Throw her to the wolves, why don’t you,” Polly was the first to comment through the silence, a scoff and a snicker following her words. “Pol...” Thomas sent her a warning glance. His patience wore thin and you couldn’t help but hide a giggle and pat his chest gently. ‘Relax darling’ You mutter to him. He takes a deep breath before he finally was able to introduce you, you earned a small round if applause and some whistling when he revealed that you were expecting. 

“You might want to relax Tommy, it seems like you’re the one who’s pregnant,” His sister, Ada, joked as she approached you with a smile. You chuckled as he let out an exasperated sigh.

“Ada... ” He spoke. If she didn’t say anything, you wouldn’t have noticed how stressed he looked. But, the slightest bit of tone changed in him when he introduced you to his sister.

“This is (Y/n), (Y/n) this is-”

“Ada Thorne, his sister,” She interrupted as she held your hands in hers. She seemed the calmer, pleasant sibling out of the bunch, but you knew looks were deceiving when it came to Shelby women.

“Ada, it is so nice to finally meet you,” You smiled happily, feeling yourself instantly become more comfortable. “Oh I hope my children aren’t causing too much trouble for you?” You said, glancing at the four children playing games and entertaining each other.

“Oh? Those two are yours?” She asked. You hum and nod. “Oh of course not, they’re absolute angels!” You humbly smiled at her.

“They get along so well with Karl, you should consider letting them come over once in a while, Karl does need more friends his age and he seems to enjoy being around them,” She explained. You raised your brows in slight surprise.

“I- yes, yes that would be nice, they have many activities outside of school but how about this upcoming weekend?” You asked.

“Sounds perfect to me, I’ll have Tommy bring em over,” She winked. Before you could continue the conversation John then came up to give you a tight hug as he greeted you.

“Oh, John it’s so good to see you,” You laughed, he let you go as he looked down at you, holding your hands. 

“Look at you, (Y/n) You look amazing, absolutely glowin’' Tommy rolled his eyes as he tried to get his younger brother away from you. You chuckled before looking off to the side where Esme stood. She stood a few feet away with her arms crossed. You attempted to give her a small wave, which she ignored and with a glare and a quick swig of alcohol, she walked off to find her husband.

You nod once and look up at Thomas as he returns to your side, placing his hand on your shoulders and giving them a reassuring squeeze, letting you know that you were doing just fine.

Better than himself.

After getting introduced to the rest of the guests, and Tommy's younger brother taking a noticeable liking to you, you were finally left to meet his aunt.

“It’s very nice to finally meet you, (Y/n)” She gave you a sharp smile as she held her hand out to you. You held her hand in yours as you shook her gloved hand.

“It’s a pleasure to finally meet you as well, Polly,” You smiled, feeling the blush rise to your face once you noticed Thomas wasn’t standing behind you like he was just a moment ago, instead he was jokingly roughing up Finn with John and Arthur. You turned to look back at Polly and chuckled nervously.

“May I?” She asked as she motioned for your stomach.

“Oh, no of course…Everyone seems to find joy in touching it these days,” You commented light-heartedly as she took a small breath and held her hands on your clothed stomach before looking up at you with a faltering smile.

“She’ll be a beautiful baby,” She told you with a calm voice.

“She?” You repeated. She nodded with a hum.

“You should name her ‘Evelyn’, she’ll be just as talented as her family,,” She told you confidently as you both glanced at your children as you overheard Elizabeth telling Ada and Linda about her part in the ballet and Henry telling them how he wanted to play in the orchestra when he gets older. Your heart swelled as you swallowed the lump in your throat. You looked back at Polly Gray.

“It’ll be a beautiful name in lights, don’t you think?” She smirked at you. You nodded.

‘Evelyn Shelby’

‘Evelyn (L/n)’

You thought, but deciding to keep your thoughts to yourself, in fear of offending anyone around you with the last name Shelby.

“I hope my nephew is behaving himself,” She arched an eyebrow at you.

“He is,” Your mind then wandered to the day you found out about Lizzie, and you wondered if he was still seeing her behind your back. but you quickly shook the suspicion away. “Since I’ve moved in, he’s been nothing but supportive and generous to my family…not to mention helpful with our little one coming soon,” It was only a little exaggerated, he was helpful and caring but sometimes you were lonely on those long days he was gone at work.

“How far are you?” She asked.

“A little over 21 weeks now,” You told her. She hummed.

“And how have you been running that bakery all on your own?”

It caught you off guard, you didn’t think she would know your career but you only assumed Thomas had probably mentioned it at some point, but then again why would he?

“Oh I’ve been just fine, it’s been a little difficult since I’ve gotten bigger but I’ll manage,” You shrug.  

“And you prefer it that way? If not we are more than happy to provide some help for you until the baby comes,” She showed her concern.

“My mother did the same with me, I’m just following tradition, and I can’t bare parting from something I love doing everyday but when the time comes I promise I will get help,”

You hear a scoff from your right, as you see Esme roll her eyes and walk out of the room.

It wasn’t much longer until you were sitting at the dining table, Arthur pulling your chair for you since he was sitting next to you. It was the gentleman thing to do. Especially after Linda scolded him for not offering you, a pregnant woman, a seat in the first place.

“Thank you Arthur,” You gratefully smiled as you sat down in the chair, the pressure and pinching in your back slowly easing the more you rested in the cushioned chair. Tommy stood at the head of the table beside you as John sat across from you with Esme beside him. Her dark eyes barely shared a glare at you, but you were too busy noticing that the dining room was filled with chatting from all ends. You had never seen it so full and busy before, it suddenly made the room seem so much smaller than its actual grand size.

Tommy stood up, clearing his throat once again. Thanking his family and friends for joining and for the success of their company taking off after they started off from nothing but a small betting shop in Small Heath. At the end of his speech, everyone held up their drinks and cheered happily before dinner was officially served. The many conversations and loud talking threw you in a spin as they were asking you questions, trying to get to know you. You shared laughs with his siblings, which seemed to ease your tension as well as Tommy’s as he watched you smile and crack jokes. It was enough to make him feel confident in his relationship with you. It solidified his feelings for you and that you were in fact the one for him.

After dessert was finished, they were serving drinks in the drawing room once again. You took this chance to break away from the crowds and take a breather outside on the patio. You let out a small relaxed sigh from your nose as you felt the cool air hit your hot skin.

“Needed a break?” A smooth voice asked behind you. You turned to see Polly, watching in silence as she took a few steps to stand beside you, lighting a cigarette. You hastily shook your head when she offered you one from her cigarette case. She blew the smoke up towards the night sky.

“Are you using my nephew?” She asked. Her voice sounded so different from before. Her voice was deeper, calmer, yet intimidating. It made you shift a bit, having your loyalties questioned and being interrogated after the hectic night you had already endured. 

“No…” You answered calmly, you only faced her again when she asked you another question.

“Did you get pregnant on purpose?” This time her tone was a bit more harsh. Then it finally clicked, she was asking all those questions before dinner to get some kind of answers out of you.

“It was purely a coincidence…I never planned on getting pregnant again, at least until I remarried,” You explained.

“You’re much younger than him and you already have two children to support on your own and you run a bakery all by yourself…kind of hard not to believe you don’t want something out of this relationship with him…Thomas is not the smartest when it comes to beautiful women,” She shook her head in disbelief. “Surely you must want something from him,”

You chuckled.

“I don’t need a man to get what I want…I am more than capable of getting what I desire on my own and I don’t need your nephews money to get it either,” You answered. “I don’t blame you for suspecting me of ill intentions…Anyone in their right mind would have some questions about a young woman starting a relationship with the front man of the Peaky Blinders, but there was a silver lining that got us to where we are today…”

You sighed, preparing your words carefully.

“I thought long and hard, if I wanted to keep her or not just for the sake of saving our careers and reputations but that small sliver of hope is what made us work it out in the end, and trust me I made this decision myself,”

She stared at you for a moment before slowly putting the cigarette to her lips. Tapping the ash into a glass tray.

“And did you know about Lizzie while you were fucking him?” She asked, a sly smirk slowly forming on her face, thinking she caught you. You swallow the words you were about to shout in defense. 

“No...I left him when I found out that he had lied to me...to both of us,” 

She hums. “And you still went back to him?” She questioned. 

“What can I say? I adore him,” You answered honestly. 

She stood close to you, holding one of your hands.

“I like you (Y/n), but trust me when I say this family is dangerous…we get ourselves into a lot of shit and I don’t want to see you and your family in the middle of the crossfire if Thomas fucks up,” You nodded in understanding.

“I know Polly…I intend to do right by your nephew,” You told her, looking into her eyes. She smiled slightly, creating small creases by her eyes, suddenly making her look warm and comforting.

“I know you will sweetheart, after all that he’s been through he needs a good woman by his side, don’t let him fuck it up,” She finished her cigarette and placing a hand on your cheek before she walked away to rejoin her family inside.

You let out the breath you didn’t realize you were holding. Relieved that you finally got through the much anticipated and dreaded family dinner, but still reeling from all of the pointed questions, scoffs and glares from Esme, suspicions of your intentions, and judgmental thoughts of your relationship with Thomas.

A small tear spilling from your eyes as the realization hit you.

The realization that you loved him.

More than you could ever imagine.

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The Devil Judge Rewatch Ep 9 (Part 1)

This episode has so much domestic bliss that I shall spend Part 1 and Part 2 talking about it.

And it starts with Yohan bringing drinks to Gaon.

The other time we saw Yohan serving a drink to him, it was coffee. And the whole affair was business-like as if they were in a meeting.

This time round, the ambience is casual, intimate. The two of them in their home wear, and so like buddies or family members having a drink after a long day at work.

And we get to see Yohan being vulnerable before Gaon. His emotions, as he talked about his brother. It was there, Yohan not trying to hide it. And to me, it shows how much the two had progressed. How much closer they were that Yohan had allowed himself to be that open to Gaon. Which I believe isn't a thing that Yohan does easily, and will only do so with those that he fully trusted.

Its just so so domestic, this scene. And it makes me feel like they're an old married couple who had been woth each other for a long time.

And it's also interesting that this is Yohan's first time serving alcohol to Gaon. When previously, he had taken the champagne flute out of his hands in Ep 4.

Makes me wonder if it's because Gaon couldn't drink much. I maybe wrong but in the previous episode, he had brought orange juice instead of soju when Professor Min and Soohyun had gathered at his place for a meal.

And then we also have a depressed Gaon with Soohyun at a bar. And Soohyun had to urge him to 'bottom ups'.

This is highly unusual if you have seen a lot of Korean drama. Usually when the drama character is facing some crisis, they would be found drowning their sorrows with bottles and bottles of soju. But we don't see Gaon doing that.

And I can't help but wonder if Yohan had found out by chance that Gaon gets drunk easily. Maybe there were some chocolate with alochol that someone had gifted to Yohan. And Gaon had, after taking two or three, started doing pretty interesting antics when inebriated. (I did write a fic based on the idea that Gaon couldn't drink in my Fictober Challenge 2021).

And so, Yohan only let Gaon drink when the two were at home.

Next, we have Gaon being so at home in the mansion.

Then getting startled and trying to hide what he was watching from Elijah.

I couldn't help be tickled by Gaon's reaction. Cause he had chosen such a public place in the mansion to watch what wasn't a very nice video. Then getting flustered when Elijah had stumbled upon him.

It's the kitchen where anyone can just walk in. And to think that Gaon hadn't thought of that. I take it as a sign he is so at ease in the Kang mansion that he pretty much do as he pleased, just like anyone will do so in their own home.

And here, we have Elijah offering her help to Gaon, her second time doing so.

She did it in Ep 8, offering to hack into the prison system so that Gaon can kill the scumbag who had cheated his parents.

And I love how, each time, Gaon had listened to her with a smile on his face. He hadn't put her down or scoff at her suggestion just because she is a mere sixteen-year-old.

And that takes patience as well as a willingness to treat the other party with respect, even though they are so much younger. Which, to be honest, isn't easlly found in the Asian context where seniority matters a lot.

And this next bit had me laughing so hard. How the sight of Ms Ji taking out an apron, can have Elijah becoming like this.

And Gaon's remark about Yohan never forbidding him to cook! 🤣

And just look at their contrasting expressions in the next pic.

Poor clueless Gaon will find out in the next bit, why Elijah's reaction had been like - Are you mad? Or are your tastebuds that bad, you want to eat Ms Ji's cooking!

I just love TDJ and their sense of humor.

More domestic bliss to come in Part 2.

[cocogum]

The Dark Continent trio incorrect quotes (part 2)

Here we go again. I just can’t stop thinking about these guys! They have so much potential and so much story to tell, I swear I’d pay whatever amount I have to to be able to see them again. The incorrect quotes have been made by this guy right here.

*Linnet and Zigg sitting in jail together*

Zigg: So, who should we call?

Linnet: I’d call Netero, but I feel safer in jail.

—

Linnet: Would you stab your best friend in the leg for 10 million jenny?

Zigg: You stab me, and then when my leg gets better, we buy a big-ass house.

Netero: You can stab me too, then we’ll have 20 million.

Zigg: Good thinking.

—

Zigg: In my defense, I was left unsupervised.

Linnet: Wasn’t Netero with you?

Netero: In my defense, I was also left unsupervised.

—

Netero: HELP! I TOLD LINNET I’D COOK DINNER TONIGHT BUT I CAN’T COOK!

Zigg, pouring milk directly into the cereal bag: And you thought I could help?

—

Netero: Hey Zigg, you got any dating advice for me?

Zigg: Just because I’m married doesn’t mean I know how I did it.

—

Netero: We need a distraction.

Linnet: Is anyone here good at jumping up and down and making weird noises?

Zigg, whispering: My time has come.

—

Netero holding a python: Guys I bought a snake! What do I name him?

Linnet: You did WHAT-

Zigg: William Snakepeare.

—

Zigg: Who thinks I can fit 25 marshmallows in my mouth?

Linnet: You’re a hazard to society.

Netero: And a coward. DO THIRTY.

—

Linnet: In your opinion, what’s the height of stupidity?

Zigg: *turning to Netero* How tall are you?

—

Linnet: I can’t believe you live near by and you won’t let anyone crash at your place.

Zigg: You people already know too much about me.

Netero: I know exactly three facts about you, and one of them is that you won’t let any of us crash at your place.

—

Food store worker: Would a Ms. Audoble please come to the front desk?

Linnet, arriving at the desk: Hello, is there a problem?

Food store worker: *points to Zigg and Netero* I believe they belong to you?

Zigg and Netero, simultaneously: We got lost :(

Linnet: I didn’t even bring you guys here with me-

—

Netero: Here’s a fun Christmas idea. We hang mistletoes, but instead of kissing, you have to FIGHT whoever else is under it.

Linnet: Zigg no.

Zigg: Mistlefoe.

Linnet: Please stop encouraging him.

—

Netero: Listen, I can explain…

Zigg: You’re making 500,000 jenny and you’re only gonna pay me 30,000 jenny?

Linnet: You’re getting 30 jenny? I’m getting 1,000 jenny!

Tsubone: At least you’re all getting paid.

—

Zigg: *Screams*

Netero: *Screams louder to establish dominance*

Tsubone: Should we do something?

Linnet: No, I want to see who wins.

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[aajjks]

mommy issues!JK

so you’re the infamous ‘ms. y/n’ that jungkook’s friends have been hearing about. they’ll admit, you’re a very gorgeous woman with a confident aura around you but most of all, you make their best friend very, very happy.

“you must be y/n? hi, my name is jihyo. i’m mingyu’s wife”

“i’m lisa, yugyeom’s wife”

“name’s zoey. i’m chris’s girlfriend”

you shake each of the ladies hands and pull alina into a big hug when you see her. she’s dressed in a beautiful green dress since her baby shower is safari themed. after giving alina her gifts for the baby, you head back to converse with the gossiping women but you’re a little shy to start a conversation.

the women talk about everything: shopping, celebrities, their careers, even the childhood they shared while you don’t say anything. you just smile and nod your head pretending that you’re listening but alina notices.

“so y/n” says alina. “how’s your relationship with jungkook going? it’s been over a month now”

“o-oh. uh…he’s sweet. i enjoy every second with him and he makes me really happy”

“i’ve always wondered what he was like as a partner. he strikes as the kind of guy that likes to be babied” ponders jihyo.

“not really. he does most of the babying. he babies and pampers me a lot. he cooks, cleans—,”

“is the sex good?” interrupts lisa, wiggling her eyebrows showing her curiosity and that she’s all ears to the tea about mystery-boy jeon jungkook.

“the sex is great. he’s amazing in bed”

“did he make you cum the first time?”

“jihyo! that’s too much” scolds alina.

“what?! it’s just a question. mingyu didn’t make me cum the first time we had sex but he definitely does now”

“ew. tmi, girl” says alina who rolls her eyes are her friends pushy topic.

“soooo did he make you cum for the first?”

“yeah, he did. it was really nice. he’s the best i’ve ever had but don’t tell him that”

“is he well-endowed?”

“OKAY!! y/n why don’t you come help me in the kitchen really quick?” and with that, alina takes you inside her home to escape the bombarding questions.

“i’m sorry about that. they’re very…intruding. they were like that when eunwoo and i first started dating. it was sooo uncomfortable”

“yeah they’re very nosy but i wasn’t going to reveal too much”

“yeah PLEASE don’t. he’s my friend and it would be weird to know his…package size”

“hahahahaha, i swear i wasn’t going to answer that. between me and you, i’m so in love with him”

alina gasps. “love?! its only been a month!”

“i know! but he’s so sweet and caring and hot and sexy and lovely and aah! i just love everything about him. that’s my baby~ he just makes me so happy”

“awwww!! i can’t wait for you and him to have your first child together”

“me too but i want us to get married first”

well…someone should know.

“alina? can you keep a secret?”

“of course. what’s wrong? are you pregnant?!”

“wha—no! no no no…i…i got offered a job”

“really? that’s good. what’s it for?”

“it’s a personal assistant job at the jang’s company. i know the jang’s are bad but the pay is so good and i need a job”

“does jungkook know about this?”

“no. i didn’t want to tell him until i accepted the job. i mean…should i?”

~🫧

What are you thinking, Alina shakes her head, but before she says anything, she approaches her fridge and takes out a cold drink to give it to you.

And then she takes the support of the kitchen counter, and inhales a deep breath. It’s about time she lets you know some things.

“Yn I know that you love him and it’s so clear how much he loves you… you’re my best friend and I love you.. sometimes the decisions you can make…. They can be Problematic.”

Her wording is a little harsh or maybe blunt, but she has known you for years she knows your boyfriend really well- especially his horrific relationship with Nara.

Nara Jang.

“ do you know who they are right? They almost became his in-laws. You know Nara well… I know her how she was to him during the relationship.” She inhales another breath.

“tell me something yn? Have you ever gotten into a fight with jungkook? Like have you seen him angry?”

“You’ve obviously seen him naked, eunwoo has told me about the scars he has on his body, thanks to her. You saw how she behaved the day you went into the company. She fired us all on the spot… yet he happily left his job for you. He loves you so much. I don’t think you realize just how much he does.” Alina takes your hands into hers.

“Eunwoo tells me that you’re all jk talks about. Just how happy you make him and how cooperative you are.”

“Are you seriously considering working for the Jangs? Of course they offered you a job on purpose.” She rolls her eyes, but she knows how naïve you can be.

Of course they’re gonna have you work for them and Nara will take jungkook away from you and it will ruin him and both you.

“Don’t. You don’t know how angry he will get if you tell him that you are considering working for them and that you got a job offer from them in the first place and you didn’t let him know.” She whispers.

“His anger is definitely concerning yn.” Everyone has a few flaws and she knows despite your abusive relationship with your ex, you’re strong and you always have been.

But jungkook is not strong. He’s destructive.

“Talk to him about it. But seriously, don’t consider the job at all. You don’t know how crazy that bitch is-actually you do so it’s time for you to make the decision for yourself.”

As you both are talking, she definitely notices some thing changing and you’re concerned, you both are talking so much that you don’t realize that jungkook has entered the kitchen.

“BABY!!!!! Come on!!!!! These ladies are teasing me!” Jungkook hugs you from behind, taking you both by surprise.

“Oh alina-I’m here to take my girlfriend away.” He smiles, alina shuts her mouth immediately. “I just hope you both don’t end up fucking in my kitchen.” She winks before taking her leave.

“Baby what were you talking about?”

[buckyalpine]

I was thinking about pregnant reader and bucky and I saw you wrote something already😂😅

I saw few posts where everyone finds out reader is pregnant before bucky and it honestly makes me angry 😒 it just irritates me. It's always they take one look at the reader and they all know. I just want at least once that bucky finds out first. Like if yn and Bucky were laying down and she asked bucky for some treats that she hid under the bed that she was craving (ofc bucky was on top of her😉) so he gets them and he starts thinking and goes to ask her like what she was craving, her boobs got bigger and what else happens... so in a few days while yn was sleeping he hears a heartbeat and so he gets a little but scared but no running! He starts talking to it and one day while they were cooking together, he asked yn what she thinks about getting married, moving in together babies etc. Maybe she has irregular period so she doesnt even notices (I usually skip few months even a year so ik I wouldn't notice if I got preggo 😂) so he tells her that she is pregnant and he can hear the heart beat so it goes to the tears and blah happy stuff. And when it gets to the dinner with avengers few weeks later she refuses cocktails and vine and when someone asks she is like well I AM pregnant and takes off her jacket just to see a small bump in a tight dress.

Prettyyyyy please with a cherry on top with whipped cream and a side dish to make this happen 🥺🙏🙏 I can even beg on my knees for this if you want

Babes, you do not have to beg when you come up with asks that speak to my weaknesses. Fuck, I love this so much, my whole heart YES.

18+ Minors dni  "Buck"

"Bucckyyyyyy"

"Buchanan!"

Bucky snorted, pulling away from where he was kissing your neck, your pouty face looking back at him.

"Can you pleeease get the chocolate covered pretzels I hid under the bed" You smiled sheepishly. It wasn't a secret you had a little stash of snacks hidden in various parts of the room. Bucky discovered that when he went to grab his Henley from the closet and found a bag of m&ms tucked away between his clothes.

"Really baby? Right now?" He playfully rolled his eyes, ignoring how hard he was, reaching over and pulling the bag out, watching your face light up, giving him grabby hands.

"Can't help it, I've been craving sweet and salty stuff all day"

"I'll give you something sweet and salty" Bucky wiggled his eyebrows while you smacked his arm, grabbing a pretzel and moaning at the taste.

"Perv"

"Never thought I'd have competition with a pretzel"

"Chocolate covered pretzel" You corrected, your eyes nearly rolling back, practically whining a the way the chocolate melted. He looked at you quizzically, he'd seen you have cravings before but never this strongly. He wasn't at all jealous a stupid sweet and salty snack craving had cut into his spicy cuddle time with you.

"What else have you been craving baby?"

You thought for a moment, naming a foot long list of colorful combinations and a disturbing amount of chocolate. Some of the foods you didn't even usually like...

You hummed contently after satisfying your craving, giving your attention back to Bucky. He gave you a devilish smirk, pinning you down on the bed, his boner against your panties.

"I'll give you something to actually moan about baby"

3 orgasms later 

You snored softly cuddled against Bucky's body, his arm wrapping tightly around you. He pulled you closer to him, his hand snaking up to cup your boob, his favorite way to fall asleep. They felt...fuller. Bucky gave your breast a soft squish, careful not to wake you. He had your boobs in his hands, his mouth, face face at least twice a day, they were definitely a little fuller. In fact, they’d felt a little fuller for quite some time. Hm. 

Over the next two weeks your cravings hadn’t ceased. He’d quietly restocked all your little stashes without telling you, noticing tiny changes in your regular routines. You slept a little more. You were a little more clingy (which he loved, carrying his little koala everywhere). You didn’t seem to notice anything, nor did anyone else but Bucky did. And he had an idea of what it could be. 

You were fast asleep, curled up in bed in nothing but one of Bucky’s t-shirts, while he gazed down at your tummy. It had to be it, right? He carefully shuffled down, gently lifting your shirt, glancing up at you to make sure you were still asleep. 

When he concentrated, Bucky was able to hyper focus on his sense of hearing, courtesy of the serum and all his assassin training. These were one of the few moments he was thankful for it. He laid his head on your belly, hearing the teensiest faint heart beat that he’d never heard before. He wasn’t a doctor but it all added up. Your cravings. The ever so slight softness of your body. How your boobs were fuller. Bucky’s heart and mind raced at the same time. Would he be a good father? Would his baby love him? He’d dreamt of this moment before but now it was actually happening. 

"I know your in there" He whispers, narrowing his eyes at your belly. “Mommy might not even know yet, but I do” Bucky’s eyes flick up to you when you stir slightly, but remain asleep. “We’ll talk later, mama needs her rest” 

Bucky carefully pressed a soft kiss to your belly before coming up and holding you again, his heart fluttering because even though he was a little scared, this was everything he ever wanted.

It became a regular occurrence. Bucky always made sure you were fast asleep before laying his head on your tummy, quietly talking to the little peanut in your belly. 

“Do you care to explain why you make mommy crave ice cream at 3AM” Bucky whispered, rubbing his tired eyes after getting you some Ben and Jerry’s in the middle of the night. You’d fallen asleep immediately after, a content smile on your face. 

A number of conversations had taken place that month. 

“Mama doesn’t need chocolate covered oreos”

“Do you have daddy’s super hearing? I hope so, other wise I’m talking to myself” 

“I understand the ice cream, but the potato chip sandwich was a little weird today, don’t you think?”

“You’re going to be chunky, mommy going to keep you more than well fed” 

The entire month, Bucky couldn’t peel his eyes off you, your boobs were a little more plump and they were only going to get bigger. His cock got hard thinking about how gorgeous you’d look, pretty full breasts, your little one drinking from you....

Him drinking from you.      

“She’ll keep me well fed too” 

*****

“Y/n?” Bucky’s arms wrapped around your tummy, his head resting on your shoulder while you stirred some pasta, “What do you think about getting married?” 

“Hmm, I’d say if someone asked me” You giggled, pecking a kiss to Bucky’s nose, not noticing him nervously shuffling behind you, completely abandoning the garlic bread he was making. 

“Would you want to move in with me? Permanently?” 

“I already basically live with you Bucky, but it’d make it easier if I moved all my stuff over. Might as well” 

“W-what about having babies?” 

“I’ve always wanted to have two” You smiled to yourself, thinking about your dream family with little Bucky’s running around. 

“With me?” He whispered, a part of him worried you wouldn’t want that with him, given his past. You put the spoon down, turning to look at him while he bit his lip nervously. Your hand cradled his face, tracing over his scruffy beard. 

“Of course with you Bucky, why would you doubt that?”

“Are you sure?” 

You nodded, looking at Bucky curiously while his heart raced, he’d never asked you these questions before but you figured he should have already known the answer would have been yes. 

“Why are you asking me all this baby?” 

“Because...” Bucky hesitated, while you looked up at him, urging for him to continue. “You’re pregnant baby” 

“H-how do you know” You whispered, your heart racing, melting into Bucky’s arms while he held you close to him. You didn’t have your period for a while but you figured it was just coming later than usual. 

“I can hear the babies heart beat. When its really quiet, usually when you’re asleep” 

Your breath hitched in your throat while Bucky kneeled in front of you, kissing your tummy, tears streaming down both your faces. 

“I’m pregnant?” 

Bucky nodded, standing again so he could cradling your body close to his, kissing you all over. You wrapped your arms tightly around him, your heart full. 

“You’re pregnant angel, my sweet baby”

A few weeks later 

“C’mon, are you sure you don’t want any?” Nat smirked, taking a sip from her wine. You’d just arrived after your date with Bucky, the both of you joining the team for dinner afterwards. You shook your head, while Bucky smiled, kissing your temple.  

“I can make you a cocktail” Tony suggested, but you shook your head again. 

“Why not” Wanda pouted but you giggled, bouncing on your feet, clinging onto Bucky’s hand. The team eyed you both curiously while you took of your jacket, a series of screams and cries erupting seeing your little baby bump under your dress. 

“Cause I’m pregnant” 

Bucky grinned, his hands cradling your tiny bump while everyone enveloped you both in a giant hug. 

“I call God father!” 

[thirstdaytrap]

“Accidentally Painful”

Haechan x reader

(5)

Fidgeting with your wedding ring, you checked the clock for the nth time tonight.

Your husband and his ex aren't back from going out to eat and play as they call it. It has been like this since the day Haechan got out of the hospital, and to say that it's breaking you is an understatement.

"That was fun babe! We should do that again, how about tomorrow hmm? You're so gorgeous damn.” He kissed Jina’s forehead after giving her the most loving compliment you’ve ever heard him say ever since the accident.

Jina giggled before speaking, “You’re drunk baby, let’s get you to bed now okay?” She tried cupping his face because your husband was moving too much due to too much drinking.

Your husband nodded obediently while smiling, “As you command, gorgeous.” He sent her a wink as both of them burst out into giggles. Playing as if it’s just the two of them in the world, as if they were really in a relationship, and as if there was no complication. Complication called the wife.

You just stood there, watching them as they ignored your presence. You weren’t actually sure if they did that on purpose or if they really forgot that you and Haechan are married.

After reminding yourself that this was not your husband, this was the Haechan before you came to his life, I’ll bring my husband back, You started walking towards the bathroom to get a towel and a basin filled with water.

“I’ll take that,” It was Jina. She reached her hands towards the basin your holding but you moved away, “I’ll do it, I can take care of him.”

“You know he’s not gonna let you,” she answered, standing straight with her arms crossed.

“He will, I’m his wife.” You answered firmly.

She chuckled, “I don’t care.” She raised an eyebrow as she forcefully took the basin from you. She was about to get out of the door but she stopped.

“Excuse me Ms. wife, your husband--- oh no, soon to be ex-husband told me he wanted to get divorce.” She smiled, “He loves me, not you.”

..............................................................................

Days after the incident between you and Jina, she went out of town because someone from her business called. It’s the first day that you and your husband are finally going to be alone.

You were cooking dinner when you heard him going down from upstairs.

“Where are you going?” You asked, “Oh, I’m going out.” He answered nonchalantly.

“I cooked dinner, can’t you stay for tonight?” You spoke while walking towards him. He turned around, and something about seeing your smiling face made his heart jump for a second.

He took a deep breathe, taking the sight of you in your apron and a simple loose bun while looking at him. He knew you loved him, he’s not stupid, he could tell by the way your eyes shine while looking at his eyes.

Come to think of it, he never really stared at you this long since going out of the hospital. He never had the chance to look at the details of your face, how your cheeks turn red just by talking to him and how even the smallest conversations helps paint a smile on your soft lips.

“I--it’s okay if you can’t stay, I understand if you---” you stammered, blushing furiously at how Haechan stared.

“No I’ll stay. I think it’ll rain soon, so I don’t think going out is a good idea.” He said plainly after clearing his throat. That was when he realized that his heart was beating fast. He turned around to hide it, removing his leather jacket while trying to compose himself.

He cleared his throat once again before turning back around, “What did you cook?” He asked, trying to start a conversation.

“I made some kimchi jjigae,” you smiled, it was his favorite dish.

“Really? let’s try it then, I’m starving.” And it felt like it was the first time ever, he smiled at you. You were sure your heart melted, it was so warm, so welcoming, how you wish he would look at you that way everyday.

You both were laughing while eating.

God, please don’t let this end... You wished secretly while staring at his laughing face.

“I did that?” He asked laughing, “Yes, because you didn’t want your friends to see me drunk wasted. You won’t believe how much alcohol you took for me that day.” You answered laughing, reminiscing the first time he introduced you to his friends at the bar.

Back then he knew how messily adorable you become when drunk so he said he wanted to keep that for himself, he took all of the drinks offered by his friends to you.

“Damn, I must’ve been really wasted the day after.” He commented.

Your conversations continued, and you can’t explain how happy your heart was. He was listening to the stories, the memories both of you made. There it was again, hope.

As if on cue the lights turned off, and harsh thunder roared angrily.

You screamed in shock, you’re afraid of the thunders and Haechan noticed that. As if a habit, he used his body to protect you. Hushing you while rubbing your lower back to calm you down.

“It’s okay, I’m here.”

And just like that you started bawling. You’re weak, you know that. But you’ve been trying to hide all of that since the day of the accident. You didn’t want to lose so you’ve decided to not lean onto others for help.

But you always knew you needed your husband, and hearing him say that made you cry not out of sadness but of extreme happiness.

He kissed your forehead while helping you carefully stand up. He guided you to your room, helping you lay down the bed. “Stay here, I’ll get the emergency light.”

You quickly caught his hand.

“Please... Please stay.” You sobbed.

He doesn’t understand, but seeing how vulnerable you are made his heart sting. He wanted to protect you, to hold you, and so he did.

He laid beside you, pulling you close to him and caging you in his warmth.

“It would’ve been better if I hadn’t forgotten you.” He whispered as you fell asleep in his arms.

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Our Family | Chapter 14

Pairing : Idol!Jaehyun x makeup artist!reader

Genre : angst

Warnings : none

Wordcount : 1.7k

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A/N : gochujang is red chili paste.

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Time flies, it’s your 37th weeks pregnancy. Last week, when you went to the maternity check-up, the doctor told you that a small amount of pseudoephedrine was detected in your urine. Although it will not harm the baby, the dosage should be controlled slightly, but the problem is that you never take any medicines contained pseudoephedrine during this period so this now becomes a question in your mind.

“So you are learning how to cook now?” Yeri laughing through the phone. “Please don’t laugh at me, Yeri.” You sigh but still laughing. “Woah, I would never imagine (Y/N) is cooking, in the kitchen. So, the power of love is amazing. It can even “motivate” people who don't even enter the kitchen at her entire life at all, now learning how to cook.” Yeri laughing cockily. “I hope Jaehyun can eat my cooking when he gets home, plus I’m not going to work already, it's boring to just stay at home doing nothing. It’s a chance, to learn something new.” You said. “Yeah, you are right. Conclusion, it’s the power of love.” Yeri joking and laughing.

“Enough Yeri, stop teasing (Y/N).” You heard Wendy’s sound from the phone. “Oh, Wendy unnie is in the dorm?” You asked. “Yeah. You want to talk to her?” Yeri said then passed the phone to Wendy. “Bonjour, belle, looking for me?” Wendy joking in seductive tone. “Yes, I’m looking for Ms Wendy.” You laughing at her joke. “Why are you looking for me.” Wendy back to topic. “Do you know how to make gochujang?” You asked. “Ah, gochujang is a lot of work.” Wendy said. “You can just buy it at grocery shop, you don’t have to do it yourself.” Wendy adds. “I was thinking to made it myself for Jaehyun before I give birth…” You mumble softly. “I’m sorry I couldn’t help you, I don’t know how to do.” Wendy speaking in a low tone.

“It’s okay, I’ll ask if my other friends know how to make it or not, thanks anyway.” You smiling. “Alright.” Wendy said then hung up the phone. You really want to make it yourself for Jaehyun but not just buy it. Hwiyoung. Maybe, he know how to make gochujang so you dial his phone number and he pick up your phone. “Hi, it’s Hwiyoung bakery. Wanting to order some cake?” He joking again. “I already received cake from Hwiyoung bakery today.” You laugh. “Alright, alright. Anything happened or need my help?” “Yes, oh god. Do you know how to make gochujang?” You asked, hoping to get an answer of ‘yes’.

“You found the right person.” Hwiyoung said. You were lucky enough, finally found a person who know how to make it. “Can you teach me?” You asked. “Sure. But, what will I be getting if I teach you?” Hwiyong asked. What you can reward him? You know nothing but makeup. Oh, maybe you can cook him. “Hmm, whatever you want. I promise, everything.” You said. “Okay, then I’ll let you know when I’ve decided what I want as a reward.” Hwiyoung said. “Thank god, thank you so much, I promise I would do anything if it’s not too demanding.” You said.

The night when Jaehyun is back, you told him Hwiyoung is coming to your home tomorrow to teach you how to bake a cake. Of course you’ll never let him know you are learning how to make gochujang for him, it’s a surprise.

“Hwiyoung? That guy again? Are you sure isn't he mischievous?” Jaehyun asked. “I'm just a pregnant wife of someone else’s wife, what can he do to me?” You trying to defend for Hwiyoung. “I mean like, he does treat you too well? It’s abnormal to treat this well to a married woman, for real, (Y/N).” Jaehyun said. “Then what do you want me to do? Stop talk to him anymore?” You started getting a little angry. “(Y/N), I didn’t meant to bother who you making friend with, but you have to be very careful at making friends. What if, they are plotting against you? Promise me, you must take care of yourself whenever you are with others than Yeri, alright?” Jaehyun caresses your head and then kissed your forehead. You pouted and nodded.

~

“So how’s (Y/N)? Its been a long time since I last saw her, I missed her.” Johnny said and giggling. “She’s doing well, but she signed up a cookery course, and I’m not really happy with that but she’s very happy, so. I convinced myself.” Jaehyun sighed after he finished his sentence. “It’s a good thing Jae. Think of way more positive. You get to eat what she cook, isn’t it good?” Johnny said. “Yeah, that’s why I convinced myself but you know she’s reckless, always herself randomly.” Jaehyun sighed and Johnny laughing. “We learn from the most basic, hurting is a way which we all must be passed before we reach succeed.” “I knew it, thanks.” Jaehyun said and Johnny patted his shoulders. “By the way, have you ever heard of Hwiyoung Bakery?” Jaehyun asked. “Hwiyoung Bakery? Who else would use their own name as a bakery name, so lame.” Johnny laughing. “(Y/N) just made a male friend, and he own a bakery named Hwiyoung Bakery. But I searched online, I couldn’t find such a bakery named Hwiyoung Bakery.” Jaehyun said and start searching on Safari.

“See. ‘Not found’” Jaehyun said and show Johnny his phone screen. “Maybe it’s a new bakery?” Johnny said. “But Hwiyoung? Why does it sounds so familiar.” Johnny adds, trying to recall when and where did he ever heard of this name. “You know his surname?” Johnny said. “Kim” Jaehyun said. “Bro, you must be joking.” Johnny sneering. “Why? What? Is that anything with Kim Hwiyoung?” Jaehyun get serious. “You remember the sasaeng fan who suicided when the rumour of your wedding on our live?” Johnny asked. “Yeah, why? Anything matters with her?” Jaehyun titled his head and raised his eyebrows. “Her brother is Kim Youngkyun and I see her brother seems to think you made his sister suicide and wants to take revenge for her. It seems like he have changed his name to Kim Hwiyoung because SM taken action to find him out.” Johnny said.

“Are you sure? The person's name is Kim Yongkyun before Kim Hwiyoung?” Jaehyun asking, took his phone and dialling your phone number. “Yeah I’m pretty sure. You have his picture? I know what he looks like.” Johnny said. “No, I don’t have. Ugh, (Y/N) is not picking up my call.” Jaehyun angrily hit the table. “I have to go home, he’s coming today and (Y/N) is not picking up my call.” Jaehyun groaning. “Go, I’ll inform the others.” Johnny said. Jaehyun keeps trying to reach your phone but still, you are not picking up.

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You walked to the door when you heard the doorbell rang. “Hi.” You said when you saw Hwiyoung is right outside the door. You open the door wide, welcoming Hwiyoung. “You look, good.” Hwiyoung praising you. “Thank you.” You holding both side of your dress while bowing your head. “I’ve bought all ingredients we need today.” Hwiyoung smiling and raising up his both hands with bags of ingredients needed. “Oh, I’ve forgotten we need ingredients as well. Ha, luckily you bought.” You immediately relieved. “No worries, you have me.” Hwiyoung said and patting his chest.

“Shall we start?” Hwiyoung raising his eyebrows. “Oh, wait. I change into some old clothes first, just in case get dirty.” You smile then walk into your room to change. When you came out, you saw Hwiyoung is looking around your living room. “Hm, I’m just curious. Aren’t you married? Why there isn’t a single picture of your husband in the living?” “Um…” You stutter. “I want to keep the living room clean, you know… photos all around look quite messy.” You explain. “Um-hum…” Hwiyoung hummed. “We can start now.” You said then walk to the kitchen.

“Oh right. We are planning to launch a new drink, would you mind trying the taste?” Hwiyoung said and hand you a drink. “So am I a lab rat?” Yo jokes. “Of course not.” Hwiyoung laughing. You drink a sip. “Woah, its refreshing.” You praising. “Passion fruit tea?” You adds, tilting your head. “You have a keen sense of smell.” Hwiyoung said and chuckling. “Thanks, it taste good. If you launch this, it must be the hot sale item, trust me.” You smile. “Then, I’ll be launching this ya. If the sales isn’t as good as you said, I will be looking for you.” Hwiyoung jokes. “Pls don’t.” Yo laughing.

The two of you strain soaked sweet rice through a colander and remove all excess water that Hwiyoung have already soaked it last night and he taught you the process of soaking the sweet rice so you can do it next time on your own. “Now, grind sweet rice with a blender if you have one, if you don’t have then just use a chopper as fine as you can make it. Then, set aside.” Hwiyoung said. “Yeah I have one.” You smile and then blend the sweet rice with blender. “Strain malt barley through a fine sieve or medium grade cheese cloth to just get the liquid and some fine white sediments. Hwiyoung said and you nod.

You are not sure if you are too tired or Hwiyoung’s speed is fast, you felt a little dizziness. “You okay?” Hwiyoung asked. “Yeah.” You barely could stand. “You can go to rest first, I will do this step.” Hwiyoung said. Maybe you really did need some rest, so you walk to the couch and then sit on it. It doesn’t help at all, your head spinning, the echoes around are constantly as if you were in a very empty space. Until you hear Hwiyoung speaking. “This lesson tells you not to trust or drink whatever others give so easily.” Hwiyoung standing in front of you, smirking. Smirking? Why is he smirking? What he’s trying to mean? What is going on? You felt so dizzy until you passed out.

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The Calm Before The Storm Chapter 4: Coming Out

Ami was setting the table when she heard a knock at the door.

“Ami, I think Ms. Kino is here!” She heard her mother shout from the kitchen.

“Alright, I’ve got it mom!” She replied back to her mother. She made her way to the door and opened it to reveal her green eyed lover standing in the hall with a bouquet of lilacs.

“Uh… hi.” The Guardian of Thunder said, visibly nervous despite her best efforts to hide it.

“Hey, come on in.” Ami said, leading her into the apartment. Before they got too far in, however, the bluenette whispered up to Mako, “You look nice.” Prompting a blush from the taller girl.

“Thank you. You look nice too.” She whispered back, “You ready for this?”

“Yeah, I think so. You?” 

“Yeah… yeah, we’ve got this.” The green-clad girl said in a clear attempt to psych herself up. Ami was glad to see it, though. She had worried Mako would be in a much worse state.

The girls made their way to the table, where Ami’s mother, Saeko, had stepped out of the kitchen to greet her guest.

“Hello Ms. Kino, it’s a pleasure to finally meet you!” She said, warmly welcoming Mako into her home.

“Thank you for having me. And please, call me Mako.” The brunette replied, “Oh, and these are for you!” She said, handing Saeko the flowers.

“Oh, thank you dear, they’re lovely. I’m gonna go find a vase for these, could you help Ami finish setting the table? Dinner should be ready in just a few minutes.”

“Oh, of course!” Mako shot back, eager to please.

…

Before long, the three women had helped themselves to a portion of the rice dish which Saeko had made, and seated themselves at the table. As their apartment only housed two people, and their opportunities to eat together were rare, the table in the dining room was smaller than most. Thankfully, there was enough room for Mako, however she felt the need to be extra careful ensure her long legs did not accidentally kick one of the Mizuno women.

“Great, another thing I need to worry about.” The brunette thought to herself as she pushed her food around on her plate. She had been able to eat at a decent pace, largely motivated by her desire to not offend Ami’s mother, but the knots in her stomach kept her from being able to truly ‘dig in’.

“So, Mako.” Saeko began, instantly grasping Makoto’s undivided attention, “Do you have any plans for what you want to do after high school?”

“Oh, well, actually I’d like to go to culinary school.” She shot back honestly, before taking a minute to fully process what she had said.

“Wait, what if she thinks that’s impractical? She probably wants Ami to marry some nice boy she meets at medical school, and here I am telling her I want to be a chef?! Dammit, I’m blowing it already!” Mako thought, mentally chastising herself.

“Oh, that’s interesting.” Saeko responded, “Maybe I should’ve let you cook dinner for tonight.”

“O-oh, well I was thinking of bringing something, but Ami said not to worry. B-but I can definitely cook something next time!”

“Wait, is it too presumptuous of me to just assume that there’ll be a next time? Gah! This is worse than when Ami tried to teach me how to play chess!”

“That would be lovely.” Saeko said sincerely, “So what do you wanna do after you finish culinary school? Try to be the next world famous chef?” 

“Oh, no, nothing that big. And actually I’m not even-”

“I told you, Mom, she wants to open up a bakery.” Ami said. Mako wasn’t sure if she felt rescued, or if Ami had just dug her a deeper hole.

“Oh, yes, that’s right.” Saeko said, preparing another bite of food, “To be fair, you told me that a while ago. So, is that still what you want to do, Mako?”

“Uh… well…” Mako didn’t know what to do. Should she lie and say she wasn’t that committed to it? Ami’s mother didn’t seem to mind, but what if that was just a front? Maybe if she told her the bakery was just a childish dream and that she was actually looking at other options her mother would respect her more. “Well actually…”

“No. I can’t lie. If this is gonna work she has to like me for who I am.”

“... It’s been my dream since I was a little girl.” Makoto said softly.

Saeko sprouted a small smile upon hearing this, “It’s good to have dreams. Goals to strive for. Keeps us from being complacent.” She said before taking a sip of her drink.

“I… I think I answered that right?” Makoto thought to herself before returning to her meal.

…

Ami had only cleared about half of her plate. The reality of what she was about to do was beginning to fully set in, which dealt a large blow to her appetite. She could tell Mako was feeling it too, as she was also eating slower than normal, but seemed to be powering through it more effectively than Ami.

“Sweetheart, are you alright?” Her mother asked, shocking her back to reality.

“What? Oh, yeah, I’m fine.” She replied. 

She turned her focus back to her plate, but quickly adjusted her gaze towards Makoto. When Makoto looked back at her, Ami mouthed one simple word: “Ready?”

Makoto paused for a second, looking back down at her plate. This sent a chill through Ami. Was Mako not ready for this? Was it truly too soon? Should she have given her more time to prepare? 

This cavalcade of questions was brought to a halt when Ami felt a hand atop her own. Snapping back to reality she saw that Mako had turned her attention back to her, and was delivering an affirmative nod.

“Well… now or never, I guess.”

“Actually, Mom… Mako and I have something to tell you.”

“Oh? What is it dear?” 

With that, Ami stood up and prompted Mako to do the same, before taking the taller girl’s hand into her own.

“Mom… Mako and I… we’re… she’s my…” Ami stammered, not quite able to get the words out.

“I’m her girlfriend, Mrs. Mizuno.” Mako finished for her other half.

“Yeah. We’ve been dating for about two months now and… and I’m sorry for keeping it from you but I just wasn’t sure how you would react and… yeah...”

There it was. The truth was out there. Now all Ami could do was wait for a response. The silence which hung in the room was deafening. Thankfully for the Guardian of Water, however, it didn’t last long.

“Oh, so you two finally made it official? That’s wonderful!”

With this, both girls’ eyes shot up from the table and towards Ami’s mother.

“Wait… I… what?” Was all Ami could manage to say.

“I’ve known about your feelings for Mako for some time, honey.” Saeko said gently, “But, I figured you would tell me when the time was right.”

“Wow… I…”

Saeko stood up from her chair and pulled her stunned daughter into a hug.

“I love you, honey. And nothing could ever change that.” She said before releasing Ami from the hug.

“Wait, so you’re not…”

“The only thing I am, is happy for you. Okay?” Saeko said, to which Ami simply nodded in response.

“So wait…” The Mizunos heard, causing them to turn towards Mako, who had slumped back into her chair, “Was I the only one who didn’t know?!” The brunette exclaimed in disbelief, prompting a laugh from both Mizuno women.

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Sisterboo hcs

fem!reader

pronouns: she/her

word count: 572

so obviously you have tallness like him, you would be like 5’11 (i love my tall darlings, i’m jealous of y’all, i’m only 5’4 😊), yaknow, it comes in the family, it still sucked to be short to him, like he’s FREAKING 6’6

you would be close in age, but you were still younger than him

you would steal his gummy bears and M&Ms “Y/N WHERE DID YOU HID MY M&MS, IMMA COME GET YOU.” you would spring across the house, hoping he wouldn’t catch you

guess what, he did. because of his stupid lanky self, he caught up to you with ease.

“HAHAHA, YOU CANNOT OUTDO THE DOER.” “what the fuck are you talking about ranboo.”

anywayssss, you would show yourself on stream and also yt videos, like the cooking one.

ranboo would force you to wear a cosplay of him, but inverted, this is what i mean

you would wear a mask like his, the colors backwards, you would wear a crown, sunglasses, and wear a white suit. (and DAMN YOU LOOKED SO GOOD IN IT)

you would force him NOT to put the spaghetti in his foods that he absolutely adores, that failed though, since he is a hard head.

when you figured out that they did rp in the dream smp, and found someone commanding him to do something, this is how you reacted

“damn, you’re being bossed around a man with eyes for nipples or nipples for eyes, damn, COULDN’T BE MEEE” (get that techno reference 😏)

you would be canon, being ranboo’s long lost sister who got separated from him when he was a child, yaknow, silly and cheesy shit

you would teach him how to play your favorite song on the guitar, since you weren’t going to have a brother who would NOT know your favorite song.

in school (please tell me ranboo is in school, or i’m going to d-), you would bully him so much, and embarrass him in front of everyone

“awww, look at wittle ranboo with his little outfit, you look so handsome, moms going to love this.” when i TELL YOU he chased you down the hall, he CHASED YOU DOWN THE HALL

too bad he got in trouble by a teacher, hahah, fuck you ranboob /j

you would be a chaotic duo on stream, yelling when you died in a game, or forcing ranboo or vice versa to do something the other didn’t want to do.

“EAT THE BAG OF SPAGHETTI Y/NN.”

“NO RANBOOO, YOU EAT IT.”

“NO YOU EAT IT.”

“NO YOUUU EAT IT.”

you get what i’m talking about.

you knew how to play minecraft, because ranboo literally plays minecraft everyday, what did you think, you would stay safe from the mine of craft?

tubbo is your brother-in-law, yaknow, from ranboo and tubbo getting platonically married.

you and tubbo, besides ranboo, are ✨BEST FRIENDS✨

you make stupid jokes with ranboo

“OH HOW THE TURNS HAVE TABLED.”

“it’s about time that i asked.”

“i’m trying to make a cake that can KILL GOD.”

and silly shit like that 😝 (this emoji reminds me of a certain emoji that’s not real)

you would purposely call him the mispronounciation of his name (also, you're supposed to say his name like rahnboo, like what, i haven't been saying it like that)

you guys are the siamese twins, you can’t see one of the siblings without the other

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i'm glad you texted me; part two

Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Word Count: 1.2k

Prompt: Hii! Im not sure if you are taking requests but could you write a sequel to Im glad you texted me maybe where R realizes that she has feelings for Wanda and it makes Wanda all happy and giddy 🥺🥺.

part one

You woke up confused after a dream about making out with Wanda that made your head want to explode. You became alarmed when you realized the arm around you was hers, the hand you were holding: also hers, and the leg in between yours also belonged to her.

You closed your eyes and took a few deep breaths, smoothing your hair back, before you did your best to untangle your limbs without waking her up.

Carefully, you made your way to the bathroom and closed the door behind you before sighing, washing your face, and looking at yourself in the mirror. Did you like her? Since when is this a thing? Is this why Nat always teases you about - oh my god, you totally like her. You groaned quietly, putting your head in your hands, your thoughts overwhelming you. All you could do was pray that Wanda wasn’t awake because you were sure as hell that if she was, she’d be able to hear what you were thinking.

You went through your top drawer to find your hairbrush and brush through your hair before brushing your teeth. You put your things away and your eyes flicked over to the other side of the bathroom counter, where she kept her toothbrush. The one she used when she slept over in your room.

Did she like you back? Your heart raced at the idea and you couldn’t believe that you thought thinking about whether or not her lips were soft could be ‘casual’. Wanda was beautiful, like- absolutely, incredibly stunning. There was no doubt about it. You loved everything about her, you just hoped she was feeling the same way you did.

Something about the disappointed look on her face before she noticed you’d opened the door and come back in told you that maybe she did.

Her eyes lit up when she saw you and she smiled without hesitation, holding her hands out for a hug.

You giggled and complied, although your pulse was pounding in your ears. Her chest pressed against yours as you sat in her lap felt different now and you felt a little guilty for thinking about her this way when you hadn’t had a conversation about how you felt about each other.

“I thought you left,” she admitted, fingers twirling the ends of your hair mindlessly.

You shook your head, “How could I do that when we’re supposed to spend the day together?”

She smiled brightly, the corners of her eyes crinkling a little, and ducked her head, “You’re right, sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry, Wands,” you eased yourself off of her and stretched your arms up for a moment. “Go get ready, alright? I’ll make us breakfast after I change. Maybe if you don’t take forever to get ready it won't be cold this time,” you teased.

Wanda snickered while rolling her eyes and walking past you, “Okay, Ms Y/L/N. I’ll see you in a bit.”

You waited until she closed the door on her way out to release a breath you’d been holding and you tugged a change of clothes on, settling on something casual, a simple long sleeved shirt and nice jeans.

You looked around your room and grabbed your phone, shoving it in your back pocket, and looked at yourself in the mirror for a moment before leaving your room and racing down the corridor to Natasha’s room as quietly as you could.

You knocked insistently until she opened the door with a glare, but her lips turned up in a smirk when she saw your flustered expression, and you had a feeling she knew what this was about.

She let you in, closed the door, and made the way to her bed with crossed arms and a raised brow, “Are you here to admit something?”

You groaned and ran your fingers through your hair, “I like Wanda.”

A smile spread on her face and you avoided her gaze, letting your eyes drop to the floor as you leaned against the wall, “Finally. I thought she was going to figure out you liked her before you did.”

Whining dramatically, you said, “God, is it really that obvious?”

Nat scoffed, smile still intact, “Oh, definitely. Everyone on the team knows. You guys stare at each other all day. And during missions you’re all like, ‘I thought you might die! I’m so glad you’re okay, please marry-’”

“Okay, I get it,” you grumbled, sinking down to the floor and hugging your knees.

“Listen, just ask her out,” she sighed, expression softening as she got off the bed to sit across from you. She took your hand in hers and rubbed your knuckles, “You make her really happy, Y/n/n. And I know you love her a lot. You both deserve this. Wanda’s been through a lot and I think she’s too afraid to tell you how she feels. I mean, I know even if you didn’t like her back you wouldn’t push her away, but she’s lost a lot of people. I don’t know how she’d react if she lost you, too.”

You chewed the inside of your bottom lip and nodded, “You’re right. Thank you, Tasha.”

Natasha smiled again before standing, tugging your arm to get you standing, and pulling you into a quick hug, “Don’t mention it.”

“I’ll see you later,” you waved as you opened the door and made your way to the kitchen.

You’d finished making breakfast in a short 10 minutes and set Wanda’s plate of blueberry pancakes in front of her usual seat as you took a bite of what you’d cooked for yourself.

Surprisingly, Wanda finished getting ready quickly and made it into the kitchen shortly after you put water bottles in front of her seat and in front of you.

You smiled, seeing her tuck her hair behind her ears as she walked in wearing a dark blue dress and her usual combat boots, “You look nice.”

You enjoyed observing the way she blushed while she sat down and hummed once she was able to smell the pancakes, “Thank you. You look really good- I mean, you look nice. Also.”

You raised an eyebrow and she cleared her throat, starting to stuff her mouth with the pancake so she didn’t have to talk to you.

“Do you feel any better?” you asked, watching her play with her rings nervously.

Wanda nodded, giving you a grateful smile. “I feel a lot better, my stomach ache is all gone.”

You stayed silent for a few moments, trying to psych yourself up enough to ask her, but she noticed your furrowed brow and pursed lips, “You okay?”

“I think I’m in love with you.”

Um, okay. Better to just get it all out at once, then?

Wanda dropped her fork as her eyebrows shot up and her eyes widened. You watched her mouth open before a hopeful smile broke out on her face, “Are you really?”

“I’m pretty sure, yeah,” you nodded, a nervous chuckle coming out.

“I’m definitely in love with you. Like, I have been for a long time,” she said, looking way less tense and nervous.

“I only just figured it out, but I know that you’re the most important person to me and I don’t think I’ve been caring about you in the normal friend way,” you bit your lip.

Wanda stood up and walked around the counter, pausing when she was a few feet away from you, “Can I kiss you?”

[translations-by-aiimee]

The Husky and His White Cat Shizun - Chapter 27

Original Title:  二哈和他的白猫师尊

Genres: Drama, Romance, Tragedy, Xianxia, Yaoi

This translation is based on multiple MTLs and my own limited knowledge of Chinese characters. If I have made any egregious mistakes, please let me know.

Chapter Index

Chapter 27 - This Venerable One Will Cook You A Bowl of Noodles

Chu Wanning felt completely faint.

He blamed himself for being so distracted and unsuspecting on Life-Death Peak. He didn't even notice someone come over.

What was going on? Where did this child come from? His last name was Mo, but Mo. . . what was is again. . . ? Mo Shao? Mo Zhu? Mo. . . Yu?

He composed himself and put on an expression that screamed: "get away". The surprise and panic in his phoenix eyes were quickly masked by his usual harsh and threatening demeanour.

"You—"

He raised his hand out of habit to discipline him, but something suddenly caught his wrist.

Chu Wanning was stunned.

He had been around for a while yet no one had ever dared grab his wrist so casually. For a while, he was frozen in place, not knowing what he should do.

Pull it away and give him a backhanded slap?

. . . It felt like a good word to describe that would be "indecent," like he was no different from a woman in this situation.

Then pull his hand away and not slap him?

. . . Wouldn't that seem like he was being too nice?

Chu Wanning hesitated for a long time and didn't move but the young man laughed: "What's this on your hand? It's pretty good-looking, do you teach how to make stuff like this? Everyone else has introduced themselves already but you haven't spoken yet. Which elder are you? Hey, do you have a headache?"

With so many questions thrown at him, while Chu Wanning's mind hadn't hurt before, now it did.

His mind felt like it was about to split in half. . .

As he got irritated, a golden light in his hand started to glow. When they saw that Tianwen was about to be summoned, the other elders were horrified and moved - Chu Wanning was crazy, right? He would even dare to whip Young Master Mo?

Then, Mo Ran was suddenly holding his hand.

Now Mo Ran had trapped both of his hands. Mo Ran didn't up on the danger of his situation. He pulled him closer and stood in front of him. He tilted his head and said with a smile: "My name is Mo Ran. I don't know anyone here, but just from looking at you, I like you the most. How about I worship you as my shizun, okay?"

This was completely unexpected. The people around them were even more horrified. Several elders gaped with mouths ajar.

Elder Xuanji: "Huh?"

Elder Pojun: "What!"

Elder Qisha: "Oh?"

Elder Jielu: "Uh. . ."

Elder Tanlang: "Hah, ridiculous."

Elder Lucun was the most feminine of the bunch with wavy hair and eyes flooded with peach blossoms: "Ah, this little boy is so bold. He's truly a courageous young man. He might even be so bold as to touch Elder Yuheng's ass."

". . . I beg you, can you not say something so repulsive?" Qisha said with disgust.

Lucun rolled his eyes gracefully and hummed: "Fine, let me put it more eloquently. He's truly a courageous young man. He might even be so bold as to touch Elder Yuheng's buttocks."

Qisha: ". . ." Just kill him and forget this ever happened.

The most popular of all the elders was the gentle and jade-like elder Xuanji. His techniques were easy to learn, and he was a modest gentleman. Most of the disciples on Life-Death Peak worshipped underneath him.

Chu Wanning originally thought that this Mo Ran would've been just like all the others. If not Elder Xuanji, then it should be the energetic Elder Pojun. It never should have been his turn

But Mo Ran was standing so close to him. His face showed a kind of intimacy and affection that was unfamiliar to him. He was like some clown that was just chosen. It was all so distressing for no reason.

Chu Wanning only knew how to deal with "awe", "fear" and "disgust". Something like "affection" was too complicated.

He didn't even have to think about it. He immediately rejected Mo Ran.

The young man froze. Hidden under his slender eyelashes, there was a sense of loneliness and unwillingness in his eyes. He lowered his head, thought for a second, and unreasonably muttered: "Anyways, I still choose you."

Chu Wanning: ". . ."

The Lord was watching with great interest. He piped in with a smile:, "A-Ran, do you know who he is?"

"He didn't tell me, how would I?"

"Haha, since you don't know who he is, why would you pick him?"

Mo Ran was still tugging on Chu Wanning's hands. He turned his head, smiling and said to the Lord: "Because he looks the most gentle and easiest to talk to."

In the darkness, Chu Wanning's eyes snapped open, everything appearing fuzzy.

. . . That was one hell of a scene to see.

He didn't know what the hell was wrong with Mo Ran's eyes back then to actually think that he was gentle. Not to mention that all of Life-Death Peak heard about it. They all sent affectionate greetings to Young Master Mo Ran with looks that said "look at this foolish kid".

Chu Wanning lifted his hand to the corner of his faintly throbbing forehead.

His shoulder hurt, his mind was in turmoil, his stomach was hungry, and his head was spinning.

It seemed like he wasn't going to sleep anytime soon.

He fumed on the bed for a while. He sat up and was about to light a stick of incense to calm his mind when suddenly there was another knock on the door.

Mo Ran was outside.

Chu Wanning: ". . ."

He didn't answer. He didn't say whether to stay or leave.

But this time, the door opened by itself.

Chu Wanning looked up gloomily. The lit match in his hand hovered in mid-air but never reached the stick of incense. After a while, it went out.

Chu Wanning said: "Get out."

Mo Ran strolled in.

He was holding a steaming bowl of noodles, fresh from the pot.

This time it was a bit simpler. The noodles weren't as fancy. The rich white noodle soup was garnished with chopped green onion and white sesame seeds, small spare ribs, bok choy, and a slightly browned poached egg.

Chu Wanning was incredibly hungry but he didn't let it show on his face. He glanced at the noodles, then at Mo Ran. He turned his face away and didn't say anything.

Mo Ran put the noodles on the table, and gently said: "I asked the inn's chef to make another bowl."

Chu Wanning lowered his eyes.

Sure enough, Mo Ran didn't make this dish himself.

"Eat some." Mo Ran said. "This bowl isn't spicy, has no beef, and no bean sprouts."

After speaking, he left and closed the door for Chu Wanning on his way out.

He apologized for Chu Wanning's injury.

But he could only do so much.

In the room, Chu Wanning leaned against the window, not knowing what to think. He crossed his arms and stared at the bowl of spare rib noodles from a distance until the heat of the noodles dissipated and they grew cold.

He finally walked over and sat down. He picked up the chopsticks, stirred up the cold and soggy noodles, and slowly ate them.

The case of the Chen family's haunting had been closed.

The next day, they picked up the black horses they had boarded from inside the stables and returned to the sect the same way they had arrived.

In the streets and alleys, tea stalls and rice shops, the people of Caidie Town were all talking about the Chen family's affairs.

The not-so-small town had broken out in scandal, one large enough for the townspeople to talk about it for a whole year.

"I didn't expect that Young Master Chen had been secretly married to Miss Luo for so long. Miss Luo is so pitiful."

"If you ask me, if the Chen family hadn't gotten rich, they wouldn't be able to survive this affair. Sure enough, men can't handle their money. Once they have money, only misfortune will await them."

One man was unhappy and said: "This wasn't Young Master Chen's fault. It's his parents' fault. Mr. Chen, that son of a bitch. His children and grandchildren should only give birth to children without assholes in the future."

Another said: "The dead are pitiful but what about the living? Look at Chen Yao, Yao Qianjin. She's the one who's truly been wronged. That black-hearted mother of the Chen family deceived her. Tell me, what should she do now?"

"Just get remarried."

The man rolled his eyes and sneered: "Remarried? Are you here to get married?"

The mud-coated man who was teased bared his teeth and picked at them, grinning: "If that woman at home agrees, I'd marry her. Ms. Yao looks so beautiful, I don't mind her being a widow."

"Bah, the toad wants to eat swan meat*."

(T/N: 癩蛤蟆想吃天鵝肉 - means having unrealistic wishes or expectations)

Mo Ran sat on the back of the horse, ears perked up, listening to all the conversations in high spirits. If it weren't for Chu Wanning's closed eyes, frown, and the words "extremely noisy" essentially spelled out on his forehead, Mo Ran might have wanted to go join the villagers.

They walked together and finally left the main city, arriving at the outskirts.

Shi Mei suddenly gasped and pointed to the distance: "Shizun, look over there."

In front of the ruined Master of Ceremonies Ghost's earthen temple, there was a large group of peasants in brown clothes and shorts. They were busy moving the bricks and stones. It seemed that they were planning to repair the damaged earthen temple and remould the golden body of the Master of Ceremonies Ghost.

Shi Mei said anxiously: "Shizun, the old Master of Ceremonies Ghost is gone but they've made a new one. Will this be cultivated into an immortal body again and do evil?"

Chu Wanning: "I don't know."

"Should we go and persuade them not to?"

Chu Wanning: "The custom of ghost marriages in Caidie Town has been around for several generations. How would you or I be able to persuade them in just a few words? Let's go."

As he spoke, dust flew up from the horse's hoof and he walked away.

It was already dusk when they returned to Life-Death Peak.

Chu Wanning said to the two disciples in front of the mountain gate: "You go to Danxin Hall and explain what happened. I'll go to the Court of Discipline."

Mo Ran looked puzzled: "Why would you go to the Court of Discipline?"

Shi Mei, on the other hand, looked worried: ". . ."

Chu Wanning nonchalantly said: "To receive my punishment."

Although it's said that an emperor commits the same crime as the common people, what emperor would actually have to go to jail for killing someone? The same goes for the cultivation world.

The elders who break the sect rules are as equally guilty as the disciples - in most sects, it's just empty talk.

In fact, if an elder breaks a rule, it was good enough just to write an apology letter. What fool would actually go to be punished with a willow vine or dozens of sticks?

So, after listening to Chu Wanning's explanation, Elder Jielu's complexion turned green.

"No, Elder Yuheng, did you really. . . did you really beat your client?"

Chu Wanning was indifferent: "Yes."

"You're so. . ."

Chu Wanning raised his stare and gave him a sullen look. Elder Jielu shut up.

"According to the law, for breaking this rule, the punishment is two hundred cane strikes, kneeling in Wushan Temple for seven days, and being forbidden from leaving the grounds for three months." Chu Wanning said. "I have no defence, and I voluntarily accept the punishment."

Elder Jielu: ". . ."

He looked around and hooked his fingers, and the door to the Court of Discipline closed with a clang. The surroundings fell silent, and it was only the two of them that stood opposite each other.

Chu Wanning: "What's the meaning of this?"

"Well, Elder Yuheng, it’s not that you don't understand the rules and their consequences, it's just that it shouldn't be something that you should be overly concerned with. This matter is finished. Let's forget it. If I beat you, won't the Lord be angry with me when he finds out?"

Chu Wanning didn't bother to talk such nonsense with him and simply said: "I hold people accountable according to the law, and I should also be held accountable myself according to the law."

Kneeling down in front of the hall, facing the plaque of sect rules, he said:

"Punish me."