#sniffles cries thank you ;w;

[sugarpasteltmnt]

AHHH OK SO NEON RAIN. I can’t get over the music recommendation for the chapter. Like I’ve never had music fit a scene so well it was all so ethereal and peaceful and rly made the chapter 🥹. Well done!

WAAAAA THANK YOU SO MUCH 🩵💖💗💞 I’m so so so glad you enjoyed the chapter and song!!

and omg thank you thank you for the art I LOVE IT WAAAAA 😭💞🩵💗💕💖

[fairy-angel222]

𝐂𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐨 𝐊𝐚𝐦𝐨 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐫𝐭 𐙚⋆.˚

Choso loves to make to squirt. Refusing to slow down the harsh snapping of his hips as you mewl underneath him. Your hands being held above your head while he fucks you meanly. Small beads of sweat coating his forehead from his concentration.

Rolling his hips with every thrust at the perfect angle. Pride swelling in his chest when your body continued to tremble. Shaky cries escaping your swollen lips as you moan for him. Your chest heaving with heavy breaths.

“C-choso— ahh, ‘s too much. ‘M so- nngh… ‘m so sensitive.” You cry, fresh tears sitting prettily on your lashes before running down your heated cheeks. Choso leaning down to kiss them away with a smile.

“I know baby— haah, ‘m s-sensitive too. So sensitive.” He breathed with a moan. “Love this pussy so much, wanna see her squirt f’me. Please make her squirt f’me.”

You let out a choked whine, back arching as yet another orgasm swelled in your stomach. You soft sobs of his name only fueling his drive as he kept his pace strong. Hammering into you with his free hand on your clit. The contact to the overly sensitive bud pulling a short scream past your lips.

“O-oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck, ‘m— fuckk.” You let your head fall back into the sheets. Vision blurred with tears as your lips parted in the sweetest whimpering moans. Clenching down on Choso with a final cry of his name.

“Hmmm, let it out, please let it out.” He begged, face sinking into your neck to breathe you in with a cracked moan. “Need you to let it out f’ me.”

He could feel you shake underneath him as loud noises dripped off your tongue, your toes curling the second you felt it wash over you. Letting out a silent scream as your pussy gushed messily. Your slick dripping off your boyfriend’s cock while you drenched his thighs. “Y-yes, oh shit— that’s it. Thank you so much baby.” Lewd wet sounds beginning to arise when he kept going.

“Chosooo, i thought we were done,” you sniffled, glossed eyes meeting his matching ones.

“W-we are, i promise. Just gotta— f-fuck.” He allowed himself to fall onto you when his body quivered lightly, eyes rolling back with a string of groans as he buried himself deep in you. A small stripe of drool running past his lips and onto your skin as his cock twitched against your walls. Pumping you full with thick spurts of his sticky cum.

Now he was done.

[suguru-getos]

Fates - SatoSugu x F!Reader (Part I)

Summary: Y/N is Gojo Satoru's beloved wife, or maybe, not so beloved if we consider the rage festering in the form of abuse. Suguru however, has a connection to her too, and it's time he gets to his girl. Warnings: Satoru is a Yandere, he is psychotic, abusive, and bad. Mentions of slight depression, scared reader. Please let me know if I missed anything. A/N: Queen Goddess Ena cooked with this, I was so bored at work I just came up with this, this story will only have two parts I don't want to drag it much :33

Pupils glazed, it has almost become a signature look in the Satoru household. Her pupils look red, eyes puffy, and she's a mixture of mingled sniffles and broken cries. Satoru thinks, she cries a lot. What even is the need for it? It's not like he is harming her, he hasn't shown her half of what he is capable of. Yet, the way she cowers and flinches against him… makes his stomach churn uncomfortably.

"I brought your favourite." His voice echoed, a signal for her to stir awake instantly. Meek, hurried footsteps are heard a few seconds later as she drags herself to the dining area. Dressed eloquently, satin, lavender satin clothes and her beautiful cleavage on sight. It reminds Satoru that she is small, fragile, powerless. Sometimes when her actions become inexcusable, that reminder is needed. How else would someone like Gojo Satoru contain his strength otherwise?

"Wow, you look beautiful." His glossy lips parted, the compliment oozing out with a mixture of conflicted emotions. His eyes well hidden under the mask. "Thank you" She answered without thinking, it's only possible through months of practise after all.

"You're welcome, my Princess." Satoru croons, holding her bruised wrist and helping her sit. The hold is nice, kind and passionate. Unlike the time when it bruised, unlike the time when she wouldn't listen and deny eating. Some lessons are learnt the hard way, you can't help but feel guilty about it later on. For Satoru, it's one of those days where he is feeling upset over his actions. When that emotion trembles his psyche, his affections know no bounds. Why else is the dining table saturated with everything her silly, little heart could possibly desire. Yet, there is one thing missing. Her appetite.

She settles down the dining table, eyes glancing at the larger man who sat next to her, "All your favourites, now be a good girl and finish it up." He grins, it's okay, he can smile for the both of them on days when she can't. He can be positive for the both of them when she can't. What else are relationships for?

"You know I can't finish it up alone." She sounds scared, voice containing slight tones of malice. That doesn’t faze Satoru, he knows that it will happen. His Dearest, Sweetest little girl can be angry at him. She is allowed to be angry at him, he belongs to her anyway, just as much as she belongs to him. However, the fact that her eyes are filled with tears and her soft, smooth voice is breaking when she says it is what punches him in the gut.

"Well, you know, no punishments when you can't finish the food. Bonus points for trying!" Satoru tries to sound excessively excited again, a desperate attempt to mute the bubbling feeling in the pit of his stomach.

"Okay" She hums, taking a bite of one of the pastries placed in front of her, humming in her approval. They seem tasty, yummy.

"I- uh," Satoru's voice is quick to distract her though, "I'm sorry for being a bad husband." Satoru answers, "It wouldn't happen again." There he goes, she has lost count to how many times Satoru has said these words. That he wouldn't do it again, that it wouldn't happen again. She doesn't believe him anymore, a bored nod is all he gets as a response.

Satoru's lips are pursed in guilt, "I shouldn't have lost my temper like that." He echoes again, that's true, he shouldn't have.

He shouldn't have sprained her wrist, he shouldn't have yanked her to the floor and yelled at her, he shouldn't have watched when her shoulder collides against the lamp and he shouldn't have watched her hiss in pain when she falls on the broken shards of glass. He shouldn't have done that because she didn't agree to have a baby. He shouldn't have…

"If it’s any consolation, I will not be botherin' you to ask you for a child again. Just thought you'd love me more with it." Satoru's voice drops into an ashamed murmur, admitting that all he wants at the end of the day is her love, it's freeing in a way. It's like confessing your sins at a church and just letting the almighty handle it.

It's just… her expression. She seems so out of it, so numb, broken… that he doesn't understand what to do, or say.

"Look, I'm running out of options here Sweetheart." Satoru's larger hand placed atop hers. The weak flinch not gone unnoticed, "How can I make it up to you?" He asked again, gnawing at his lip. "I'll do whatever you ask me to, I promise."

No he won't. If he would have actually done whatever she asked of him, they would have been divorced long, long ago. Satoru is good with words, his words almost seem healing, but that's all they are. Mere Fucking Words.

Before she could say anything, Satoru's phone vibrates. The only thing she is thankful for, is Satoru's impossible schedule. Being the strongest sorcerer ever has it's perks for her. She gets to rot in the Gojo estate alone. Much better than the company of her cruel, narcissistic husband.

Satoru gets up, taking the call and walking away to the hall-way. She can hear him trying to deny this mission, but reluctantly accepting it. A sigh escapes him when he comes back to the dining room, kneeling in front of her.

"Hey, Princess…" His hand reached to her cheek, caressing the cut that's still healing. "I have to go for a mission, you could even go outside if you like!" He smiled, giving her the bait to ensure at least momentarily happiness. What can she even do when she goes outside? Nothing. Satoru has his clutches deep within her family, her parents love him. He is sponsoring her brother's education, he takes control of everything. He has taken an active participation in her father's business. Nothing can be done now, the last time she mentioned divorce Satoru went livid. She doesn't think she can handle that ever again.

Another rehearsed nod happens, as she watches The Strongest leave her be.

Once his presence is gone, her heart bursts open to wails of agony, breathless sniffling and scream crying. What did she ever do to anyone! Why is she facing this! Her hopeless sobs echoed the premises, all she could hear was her own voice, broken, sobbing like a child. Until even that stopped, until silence enveloped her and exhaustion blanketed her into slumber.

The next morning, she is awake, realizing she passed out on the dining table. Her back hurts at the weird position she slept in, an aching groan escaping her lips. Satoru's texts on her phone wishing a good morning. Life is back to being hell. She responds to his texts with a sigh, dragging her boulted feet for a shower. Contemplating, thinking if there is any escape at all which can be possible. None, nothing comes to her mind. Absolutely nothing.

Drying herself up, applying ointments and bandages to the wounds caused by her husband, she gets ready to go outside, the mall seems nice. Satoru is out of Japan for a few days, perfect opportunity to gather herself back again, after all, Satoru needs something to break, right?

The commute goes by in a haze, thoughts on thoughts piled up, overwhelming like auditorium chatter of an audience.

"Uhm, excuse me, I really liked this one." One of the girls next to her spoke, whiskey-kin hair, a few years younger. It was an only designer in the Chanel store which was left. "Uh- okay." She hums, leaning away. Well, that was too easy? The girl beamed with happiness. "Oh wow! Thank you so much miss!"

Y/N had learnt how to respond with smiles that avoid any questions, and that's exactly what she did. Smiled back at the girl.

"My name is Nanako, I am here for shopping because my birthday is coming up soon. You are here for shopping too, and from the bruise on your jaw and neck, it seems your husband says sorry with new things." She was taken aback at the boldness, blinking.

"N-no, it was just- an accident." "You don't have to pretend in front of me, I don't think your husband is around anyway." Nanako winked, smiling back. "You're really beautiful, pretty sure my dad would have treated you way better. Leave the bastard, dump him!" She continued, following a very confused Y/N out the store. What was the deal with this girl even? "Your dad would be almost my dad's age." "Adoptive! He is a few years older than you I think." Nanako hums again, "Coffee? I like you because you gave me my favourite dress!" "I don't think that-" "Please!" "Uhm, okay." Y/N speaks, giving up and following up.

They settle in one of the coffee shops in the mall, settling in. The waiter comes in and asks for their order, "Iced Mocha, please." Y/N hums, and Nanako orders a Frappucino for herself.

"Nanako, who have you bothered now." A silky voice echoed from behind, her eyes lingered to the man in front of them, black hair touching his back, eyes responsive and appealing, his cologne was strong, musky and spicy, a close-eyed smile plastered on his features. "Geto sama!" Nanako chirps happily, "Please come sit next to us." She urged the man, who scanned Y/N and Nanako.

"Hello, my name is Geto Suguru." The man coos, watching her look submissive and even scared. She continuously reminded herself that Satoru is not here, nothing will happen. "Y/N Gojo." She hums, the large diamond ring on her finger noticed immediately.

Suguru is meeting Satoru's wife for the first time, he had heard that Satoru had changed; he is not the epitome of kindness anymore. It's evident. The bruises on her jaw and cheek are evident. His eyes softened, his heart hurts. Suguru met Y/N first, when she wasn't Gojo's wife… and let her go, the curses within him erasing her memory. All because Satoru loved her and Suguru felt that he owed it to his best friend, to have someone like Y/N. To have someone who can show him how great it is to achieve true love. How a non-sorcerer like Y/N was able to take Suguru's heart away. Oh how he regrets it now, he let his precious Angel go, and now she is in hell. The reminder when her loving eyes turned to void after their last kiss. Suguru has had recurrent nightmares about it. Maybe that's the reason Satoru's behaviour has changed. The fear of losing Y/N back to Suguru.

Well, that fear is about to come true, Suguru has had enough.

"You look beautiful in that dress Y/N Gojo." Suguru's voice took the lead, smiling gently. "Pity those bruises don't really suit someone strong-looking like you." The next statement comes off as scathing. "Tell me, if the person you loved, and the person who loved you back, and you shared a kiss, and they forget you, what would you do to remind them?" Suguru's sudden question took her off-guard. What does he mean…

"Sorry?" "Oh don't be. I know the question is random." He hums, watching the waiter put down the coffee. "I would kiss him again, if a kiss doesn't remind him, don't think anything else will." Y/N answered. Her freshly manicured fingers grazing against the glass.

Suguru's smile only grows wider. "Oh right, wonderful." He hums, and in the next swift movement, his hands are grazing Y/N's jaw. Her eyes widening. What is with this man, what’s happening! Satoru would kill her, Satoru would kill this man. Why can't she move, why is she unable to resist - and why is her body not anxious? If Satoru was to come near to her like this, her heart beat would have raced and pounded recklessly, a panic attack brewing. Nothing is happening now- she is as calm as it can be.

"How I missed my Angel." Suguru hummed, leaning in and kissing her, forcing the most unforced kiss ever. His tongue contained something bitter, something that latched deep down her throat. Suguru wants his angel back, Suguru misses her, Satoru couldn't get someone he can't love properly. Suguru's entire being was shattered when he let her go, it's time he has her back.

[aethelwyneleigh27]

Dad!Simon "Ghost" Riley w/ a sick baby Headcanons and Imagines list

Am I back with the Dad!Ghost content? You know damn well I am, also yes the render I used is courtesy of our beloved @ave661 who's most definitely annoyed by my existence by now for constantly tagging her.

Will I ever stop writing Dad!Ghost? Fuck no, why? Daddy issues and baby fever, if you want anyone to blame, it's those two. And yes, I will be upset if this doesn't do well. (AHEM, MY SOAP POST)

Taglist of who I this would enjoy this and requested: @puff0o0, @blingblong55, @cutenote, @wise-owl and @connorsui. This last creator by far has given me the best fucking commentary on my work and I have more works on and coming about Dad!Ghost, genuinely thank you so freaking much, you made me cry 😭.

I'M BACK! Let's start, shall we?

❥ Dad!Simon who's a very nervous first time father, well there's a first for everything and so is the first time your guys' baby got sick.

❥ Dad!Simon who immediately got them a check up, it was a common flu. Naturally medication and antibiotics were prescripted.

❥ Dad!Simon whose heart melts once he hears the soft whimpers of discomfort of the little on as they stir in the crib. The soft raspy cries and flushed chubby cheeks and warm, almost burning temperature.

❥ Dad!Simon who is trying his hardest not to look back the car seat when you were on your way to the clinic, to check on the baby whose little cheeks are bouncing a bit while being entertained by their pacifier, the little cooling patch on their head making their forehead crinkle a bit.

❥ Dad!Simon who was amused by how talkative the little one still is despite being so drowsy and in pain. Babbling their little heart out while sniffling.

"Dada!" the little on calls for Simon, almost in a screaming manner if it wasn't for the poor little thing's scratchy and sore throat.

They let out incoherent babbles to Simon as if trying to tell him something, as if they're chatting like they used to, the only adjustments being the constant sniffles and coughs. Them being reduced to their clogged nose while trying so hard to communicate. (Here's your visual)

Simon took the warm baby bottle from your hands to feed the little one.

"Bee, slow down.." A new nickname picked up by Simon to give to your little one, bumblebee, trying to tell them to slow down from chugging.

❥ Dad!Simon who never thought the baby wouldn't get any more clingy, at least not until they got sick. Constantly asking for "dada" and "mama" while he goes on about his day trying to help his wife, you, to keep up with the chores around the house.

❥ Dad!Simon who feels a bit guilty because he loves the comfort he's able to provide the baby, especially that they're not comfortable and less than happy with the sickness. Having the baby on his chest, patting their fragile back gently with a hand that's almost bigger than their body as their dad's heartbeat lulls them to sleep despite being irritable the whole day.

❥ Dad!Simon who joins in when the baby entertains themselves while playing with the various rattles and teething toys.

Bumblebee shaking the tiny rattle, a bit in frustration, knocking their self back. Luckily Simon had intense reflexes and managed to slip his hand in time between the cushioned but still quite hard floor and the baby's tiny head.

Simon let out a breath of relief, "You sure know how to scare me, don't you bee?"

The baby let out a strained giggle as their dad guided them to sit back up by their head and back.

❥ Dad!Simon who slightly chuckles when the baby's breathing starts picking up, their lips trembling into a pout, little doe eyes starting to get glassy from the tears forming with a pitched whimper, only to be silenced by a kiss from both you and Simon. The toll of the sickness only ever being reduced with yours and his affection.

❥ Dad!Simon who tries his best to make the baby take the prescripted medicine, that baby did NOT like the taste of it and he had to resort to sneaking it in their food to hide the taste of the bitter syrup.

❥ Dad!Simon who makes the little one blow their tiny nose.

"Come on pumpkin, copy dada okay?" Simon whispers while exhaling loudly out his nose, careful with the baby's sensitive ears.

The sleepy eyes of the little one trailing on him, trying to observe and copy, blowing their nose on the soft wipes Simon held against their nose.

After wiping it, Simon noticed how their nose now unclogged helped they sleep far more easier and with less frustration from them.

Shout out to a very consistent person who has been liking all the things I post despite them not being actual content @poohkie90 <3

Also I had no idea @simp4konig and I were mutuals, I'M FANGIRLING SO HARD WHEN I SAW THE LIKED POST NOTIF.

Sidenote: I'm sick rn y'all, like it just kept on coming. First was my period, then next thing I knew my nose is clogged and I'm sniffling, then the next I'm coughing and sneezing. There's so much blood rn I can't even. I don't feel good at all but I'm pushing through. Apologies if this was shorter than most if you expected from me, I wanted to elaborate on this prompt however I don't have much ideas so I'm sorry to disappoint.

[harunayuuka2060]

MC: I understand that I will never be enough for you.

MC: And that you will never be mine.

The female lead: W-Why are you saying this?

MC: *gives her a sincere smile*

MC: Because I love you and I'm tired.

The director: And... CUT!

Vil: ...

The staff: *holding back their tears*

The director: ...

The director: MC, can you come here for a second?

MC: *approaches her* Yes, miss?

The director: *stares at them in the eyes before speaking*

The director: That was so good. The way you deliver the lines.

The director: Look at our scriptwriter here, she's crying buckets now.

The scriptwriter: *sniffles* Please don't mind me.

MC: ...

MC: *smiles* *bows respectfully at them* I'm glad you are satisfied with my acting skills.

The director: Well, that's for our trailer! Let's all pack up now!

MC: *thanking the staff and the female lead*

MC: *then walks up to Vil*

Vil: ...

Vil: You did well. I cried myself while watching you.

MC: It doesn't look like you shed a single tear to me.

Vil: My makeup is expensive.

MC: Isn't it waterproof?

Vil: Still, I would rather not ruin it.

Vil and MC: *have arrived back to their suite*

Vil: My schedule is free today.

MC: Should we proceed with our toast that got postponed?

Vil: Rather than that, I'd like to focus on getting some beauty rest. Can you help me with that?

MC: Of course. I'm going to prepare everything you need first.

Vil: Thank you.

Vil: *is soaking in a bath with lavender and chamomile flowers*

MC: *gently combing his hair*

Vil: ...

Vil: Soon, you will not be doing this anymore.

MC: Huh?

Vil: ...

MC: Vil?

Vil: It's nothing.

MC: ...

MC: *smiles* If you say so.

Neige: The receptionist lady was so nice. She gave us the spare key for their suite.

Che'nya: I think it's because you're the Neige LeBlanche nya~.

Neige: I don't think my popularity has anything to do with this. *giggles*

Che'nya: Oh! Here we are!

Neige: Should we knock first?

Che'nya: Nah~. Let's just open it.

Neige: Okay.

MC: *helps Vil get out of the bath by holding his hand* *their eyes closed*

Vil: My robe.

MC: Here. *hands it to him*

Vil: ...

Vil: MC.

MC: Yes?

Vil: ...

Vil: *leans in and kisses their cheek*

MC: !!!

Vil: *then pulls and hugs them*

MC: Vil—

Vil: I'm proud of you.

MC: ...

Vil: ...

MC: *smiles as they hug him back* Vil, we need to start with your skin care routine.

Vil: Yes. I need to moisturize asap.

MC: *chuckles*

Neige and Che'nya: ...

MC and Vil: ...

MC: *in the middle of helping Vil to get dressed*

Vil: *the first to react* Neige? Che'nya?

Neige: *nervous laugh* Hello, Vil. *waves his hand at him*

Che'nya: ...

MC: ...

MC: *looks sternly at the both of them*

Che'nya: ...

Che'nya: This was Neige's idea. *pointing at Neige*

Neige: Eh?

MC: ...

MC: Che'nya, we'll talk after I'm done here.

Vil: Well then, I'll start lecturing Neige.

Neige and Che'nya: *sad puppy eyes*

[ennabear]

I'm begging you to write about mean!abby and reader finding a kitten in one of the buildings, Abby not letting her save the kitten but reader cries all night so Abby HAS to go back and get the kitten...

a/n: plsss this is so cute 😭 thanks for the request baby ilysm and i may or may not have written too much about this 🤗💗💗

daily click / boycott tlou / help these families evacuate / free palestine

abby wasn’t mean necessarily, just very strict. she knew you even better than the back of her hand, and she liked that you depended on her for everything.

hungry? ask abby to make something for you. tired? good, it’s almost your bedtime, don’t want you being cranky in the morning. can’t reach something? better go get abby to grab it for you.

so when you saw that poor kitten while walking back to your apartment, you knew you had to ask her for it. it started with you just hearing a few pleading mewls before turning around and seeing it toddling toward you.

“aww, abs, look! it’s a little kitten!” your smile growing. you were met with a cold “hmm.” from abby. “can we take it home?” you asked. “absolutely not. we don’t have room for an animal.” it was partially true. your apartment wasn’t huge, but it was a comfortable size, and you were moving soon anyways.

ignoring her, you picked it up and continued strolling beside her, cooing at it’s small size and adorable face. “did you not hear me? i said put it back.” she snapped. “don’t call it an ‘it’, abs. i think it’s a girl.”

she glared at you, unamused. “now.” you walked over to a small corner and placed her down, giving her a final pet as your eyes welled up. even if you couldn’t keep her, you at least hoped you’d see her again. maybe it would become a neighborhood cat that everybody mutually loved, everyone except abby.

you didn’t talk to her the rest of the walk home, which was short, or even meet her gaze. although you understood that she only ever tried to look out for you, sometimes she was too strict. you went to bed that night without even returning a kiss, too angry at her, too worried about the poor kitten all alone outside. scared, cold, hungry.

these thoughts continued to plague your mind, eventually causing tears to collect. you hid your face in abby’s chest and sniffled, trying not to start sobbing. “baby?” she asked, “are you alright?”

“abs… that poor kitty. it doesn’t even have a family.” you were crying now. “w-what if it gets too cold, or it gets h-hit by a car.”

abby frowned at your words. “it won’t, honey. it’s already survived this long, it can go a few more nights before someone else picks it up.”

“but it’s n-not supposed to survive on its own. someone probably left it there to die.” you were sobbing, too.

“well, we’re not taking it home. i’m sorry, hate me all you want but we don’t have time or space for a pet.” you didn’t understand how she could be so mean. you cried even harder at this, hoping, praying the cute little guy survives. you cried into her chest until eventually, sleep took you.

abby had other plans. she didn’t know you’d instantly get so attached to that cat, and she hated that now you were crying because of her. she only wanted to do what was best for you, but there was no winning this battle.

once she was sure you were asleep, she slid her shoes back on and headed outside, hoping it was stills there, even more that there was only one. to her luck, the kitten was still there, instantly jumping up and waddling toward her. it’s meows seeming louder than earlier, like it recognized her or something.

she picked it up with two hands, trying not to hold it too close in case she changes her mind about wanting to keep it. slowly, she tiptoed back inside, trying her hardest not to wake you.

her fingers raced to ask google every question she had about caring for it. things like what to feed a baby kitten or where to get kitten milk replacer or how do baby cats stay warm at night? after finding what she needed, she put the kitten in an old shoebox and carried it out to the car.

surprisingly, the kitten didn’t seem to hate the drive, it was mostly just excited to be out of a big, scary parking lot. she put the car in park, and swore to herself that she would take no longer than 10 minutes in the store.

12 minutes later, she’s back with a syringe, a tin of kitten milk replacer, a heating pad, a litter box, and a water bowl. the kitten peeks up at her after she opens it just to check in. it meows and tries to grab her hand, but she closes it too quickly and drives back home.

when you wake up, you’re surprised to see that abby is still in bed with you. usually she’s at the gym, or if not, she’s definitely started her day by this time. with hands on her sides, you roll her over to cuddle with you. “abs,” you whisper into her neck, “why are you still here?”

“i had a long night.” she responded. “and i’m sorry i made you cry, i promise the cat will be fine.”

you completely ignored the second part, “long night? no you didn’t.” how could she have had a long night? she was in bed with you the whole time, right?

“go look on the kitchen table, silly girl.” so you did. you yawned and put on your slippers, making your way out of the bedroom.

on the kitchen counter you found an old shoebox, a heating pad with a temperature remote attached to it, a soft hand towel, and a sleeping gray kitten.

tears threatened to spill again as you felt abby’s arms wrap around you, her head snuggling into your neck and whispering “surprise.”

[repulsiveliquidation]

without you || Ona Batlle

warnings : angst w/ happy ending, i promise. mentions of illness and death. based on the poem above. enjoy :)

last night you were in my dreams

looked me in the eye

god

it felt so real

her side of the bed’s empty. there’s no note left for you in her pretty writing. her car is gone from its place next to yours in the driveway. her pillow smells so much like her, it’s almost like she’s still here. the tears. you hate the tears. they fall without your permission. they wet your pillow, “I’m sorry,” you whisper, the lump in your throat made it hard to swallow.

you roll over to her side of the bed, the cold sheets solidify your loneliness. Ona’s gone. she left this morning, bags seemingly packed for such a long time that there was a little dust bunny at the back of the closet from where she hid the duffle bags.

the sun shines into your room just a little, the window left open from the night before. you had shared a glass of wine there, laughing so loud that the old man who lived across from you yelled for you two to go to bed. his wife scolded him and apologized for his behavior, blowing you a kiss and a promise of fresh pastries she would send you the next morning.

you opened the front door and there they were, neatly packed in a little basket. they were Miguelitos, Ona’s favorite. tears filled your eyes again, picking up the pretty basket with an unsteady hand. the old lady calls from across the road and you force a smile, voice breaking when you yell a thank you in a terrible attempt at Spanish. she smiles and nods anyway, watching as you tread back into the house and she sees you wiping a tear away.

they’re still warm so you leave them on the kitchen uncovered. you call Jonatan and tell him you feel like, faking a sniffle that he doesn’t buy but he gives you the day off anyway. suspiciously, Ona calls him not three minutes later with the same excuse. normally you’d call and tell him you were both under the weather but separate calls raise flags in his mind.

you crawl back into bed and begin to sob, hot tears staining your cheeks and pillow. you pull her pillow close to your chest and try to calm yourself, knowing it was no use when all you wanted was your girlfriend to hold you close and tell you everything was going to be alright.

she had done this two times before. Ona was a perfectionist, a master of her craft. every pass, tackle, dribble, and kick had to be perfect. one loose ball that was her fault meant another hour on the pitch perfecting the pass till her toes hurt from kicking the ball. the first time you had to physically throw her over your shoulder and drag her home, having a strict conversation with Alexia as she cleaned up. you made her promise to take her health seriously or Alexia would wait for the green light from you to be benched until she bucked up.

the message got to her head for about six months until a badly timed tackle earned her a second yellow of the game and the send-off. she ran off the pitch in anger, lashing out at Vicky who was comforting her as she walked off. you were on the bench with a little ankle sprain and waddled after her with Alexia, Mapi, and Pina in tow. you were ready to give her an earful when you heard muffled sobbing in the changing room. you told the others you would handle it and they backed off, faces full of concern for their friend.

“Ona?” you called, walking into the room slowly. she wiped her tears away, trying to look like she wasn’t crying. she refused to raise her head, eyes fixed on her muddy cleats.

“Amor, it’s just me,” you comfort, sitting beside her and rubbing her back. she flinches but leans into your shoulder, crying into your pressed shirt. you rock her a little and let her cry it out, gripping your coat tight as she shook in your arms.

“shh, it was just badly timed princesa. it happens.”

“I’ve let the team down, they need me…” she cried harder, snot running down her face. you reach into your pocket and pull out some tissues, reminding yourself to ask the girls which one of them stuffed it into your pocket. you wipe her face and kiss her nose.

“the girls are fine, we’re five goals up with ten minutes to go. we’ve got this game in the bag.”

“but the next games…”

“should give you a chance to rest and regroup. you’ve been working yourself to the bone again.”

“I’ve been sloppy at training, I can’t afford to make mistakes!” she yelled standing up and storming into the showers.

you lean back and decide to give her some space to breathe, hearing the loud chattering of girls high off another win and a clean sheet. you smile and congratulate them, not wanting them to worry about their teammate. Ona comes out from the showers second to last, hair wet and cheek rosy from the hot water. you sit in her cubby patiently waiting and she kisses you.

“I’m sorry I yelled at you,” she apologizes, fiddling with her fingers. you nod and smile at her, standing up gingerly since your legs have gone numb. she changes and you notice that she’s got one of your ratty t-shirts on and your training sweats. you shake your head and walk out the door, yelling that you’d have the car warmed up for in the front in five.

she scrambles into the car and relaxes into the seat, muscles visibly melting into the warm upholstery. you drive leisurely back home, the Barcelona sunset to your left. Ona snores in the passenger seat softly, not even waking up when the scent of the Chinese takeout you pick up fills the car.

she rouses when you park in front of your house, feeling the familiar cobblestone that you have to drive over just before bringing the car into park. she smacks her lips and feels your lips press a soft kiss on her cheek.

“We’re home, my love.”

she smiles and stretches her arms, climbing out of the car sleepily. you’ve brought all the bags into the house, already cleaning out her kit bag. she rummages through the bags of food and smiles when she smells her favorite. maybe taking a break wasn’t such a bad idea.

it was as if you were here again

deep down inside me feel

Ona locks herself in her room. the sheets feel foreign, itching her skin. you always had the softest sheets, catering to her sensitive skin. the bonus was that they always smelled like you and she made sure to take deep breaths when you changed the sheets every week.

the room smelled stale too. an expected circumstance since she was rarely over here anyway. your house was closer to the pitch and she already had half the closet to herself, why make the trip every time?

there was a knock on the door about twenty minutes after she got home. she knew it was Aitana with a billion questions but all she wanted was to be alone. really she wanted to be with you but she’d fucked that up. she didn’t even know why she ran, the pressure of performing was becoming too much and she didn’t want to be a burden. she couldn’t bear to see that look of disappointment she saw glimmer over your face when she got her first red card with Barça.

the banging on her bedroom door was what woke her up hours later. Aitana mentioned breakfast in the oven and coffee in the coffee pot before the front door slammed shut. she checked her phone and there was radio silence, half hoping that you had left an angry voicemail telling her to come home. instead, she was met with her wallpaper of you holding Coco over the summer at her parent’s house.  

tears pool in her eyes as she scrolls through her camera roll, swiping through all the silly photos you made her take that night. she threw her phone on the bed and screamed into the mattress, hoping deep down inside she was braver in another lifetime.

and when the light came to wake me,

and you slowly starting to fade away,

my soul was longing for you to take me,

Ona walked onto the pitch three days later, heart aching to see you. she stepped onto the pitch and spotted you talking to the girls, Ingrid slapping you on the back laughing at a joke Mapi told the group. she decides to avoid you, too cowardly to face the music. you notice her and smile but she turns away quickly, busying herself with her laces. you decide to try and corner her at the end of practice you do, needing the help of the girls to keep her from running to her car the moment Jonatan blows his whistle.

“why did you run away like that, Oni?” you ask her quietly, the rest of the team filtering out when Alexia begins to shepherd them outside.

“it’s none of your business,” she growls, tears flowing down her cheeks as she packs her kit bag. you grab her shoulder and she turns around with anger seething in her eyes. you’ve never seen hatred in her eyes before, it was unlike her; unlike your cheerful, noisy, playful but shy girlfriend.

“Ona? what’s gotten into you?” you ask, feeling tired of all the secrets she’s been harboring. for weeks you’ve been concerned about her odd behavior. she’s been making frequent visits to the medics, getting off practice earlier and staying longer sometimes, random trips to the ‘store’ for hours on end. you thought that she was planning something since your anniversary was coming up and she liked to make a big thing about it but when she left that morning it hit you that she was probably preparing to leave. this time though, it was for good.

it's her third round of dialysis this week. Ona sat in the lumpy chair of her dialysis center when her doctor walks in.

“how does it look, doctor?”

“it’s fourth-stage renal failure, Ona. you need a transplant or else you’re never playing football again. frankly, I don’t know how you’ve kept playing this long.”

“Jonatan knows.”

“I see,” he says and sits. “does your girlfriend know?”

“she’s not my girlfriend anymore.”

“did you decide that for her, or did she have any say?”

Ona looks up at him in shock. she tries not to jostle the machine as she sits up.

“How did you know?”

“you looked like you didn’t want to believe it when you said it.”

“she deserves better than,” she gestures to the machine, “this.”

“she deserves you,” he says and stands. as he walks away and Ona is about to cry, he turns and clears his throat. “she’s donated blood here before, she’s a perfect donor match.”

Ona tries to cry into her palm quietly, the weight of her decision bearing down on her shoulders.

but instead,

i must live without you,

for another day.

you wake up feeling groggy, and the sound of steady heartbeats fills the room. there’s another heartbeat that deep down sounds familiar and it puts a smile on your face.

a chilling call from Jonatan put you in this hospital bed. he explained that Ona needed a transplant and that you were a perfect match. you cried in his office, body shaking with anger at yourself more than at Ona. you knew that it ran in her family and that her age was when the onset was. the extra visits to the doctor and ‘shop’ trips all made sense now. you punched a wall on your way out dramatically, crying like a baby all the way home. you barged into her house, Aitana following behind you like a puppy.

“so you were just going to run and wait for you to die?” you yelled at her, body shaking in fury. she just stared at her fingers, fiddling with the end of the throw blanket in her lap.

“answer me!”

“you don’t deserve this!” she screamed back, tears running down her face. “you don’t deserve someone who is dying to be your girlfriend!”

tears flood down your cheeks and you hear her door click closed, Aitana in front of it.

“you had no right to decide that for me, Oni!”

“I couldn’t put you through this. if I don’t get a kidney soon, first it’ll be football then it’ll be me!”

“I know I’m a match.”

her head whips up to look at you so fast, you’re sure she’s gone and given herself another ailment.

“no.”

“I’m a perfect match, Onita.”

“I could never ask you to do that!”

“you’re not asking if I’ve already asked them to make sure it goes to you.”  

“Bebé, I–”

“no, you would do the same for me. I love you too much to see you like this,” you kneel in front of her as she sits on the bed, feeling overwhelmed. “Please, Oni,” you beg with your head in her lap, “Please let me help you.”

Ona wakes up and looks over at you, sighing in relief that the surgery was a success. the nurses have pushed your beds close enough together that you stretch your arm out and she does the same, fingers laced together with an unspoken promise to face every challenge that comes your way the only way you knew was right; together.

[theemporium]

Violet fluff 💜 no. 53 W/ Quinn Hughes pls!! Congrats on 10k!!!

thank you for requesting!🫶🏽

53. “Please, never apologise for wanting to be loved.”

.

You were a mess. 

It was funny that every year your birthday came around and every year, you told yourself that it would be different. You told yourself that you weren’t going to let expectations and past memories ruin your day, that you were going to have a good birthday, that you were going to break the cycle. 

It was funny that you believed yourself every year. 

And this year was no different. 

You pulled out all the stops to ensure that this year would be different. You made plans with a good group of friends you truly appreciated, you had yourself a nice dinner and made sure you had an outfit that made you feel good to go out in. 

Yet, despite all the measures you took, you still found yourself sitting on the side of the pavement somewhere in the early hours of the morning, far too drunk and far too emotional to even call yourself an uber. 

It was a pathetic sight, truly. One you would be far more embarrassed of if you were at least a little sober, but the countless rounds of shots had done well to mask every other emotion except sadness as you sniffled and cried and desperately tried to figure out where you went wrong this year. 

“Hey, are you okay?” 

You didn’t even lift your head, waving off the concerned voice as you sniffled. “Y-Yeah, totally fine,” you managed to blubber out. “M’okay, promise.” 

There was a pause before you heard feet scuffling towards you and the person let out a groan as they settled in the spot next to you. 

“Not to sound rude but you don’t look fine,” the voice said, their knee knocking against yours as you finally lifted your head to look at them. 

The blurry vision from your tears made it difficult to see who he was, but you could see vague features. Brown curls, pale skin, a kind smile. All things considered, he seemed like a friendly stranger to your intoxicated brain. 

“Yeah, m’not fine,” you confessed, leaning your head against his shoulder. 

“Bad night?” He guessed. 

“Yeah,” you sniffled, looking down at the ground as you let out a heavy sigh. “It’s my birthday.” 

“Happy birthday,” he replied. 

“Thank you,” you paused for a moment before continuing. If you were sober, you would have kicked yourself before unloading on a stranger like you were about to do. But you were drunk and upset and the stranger smelt really nice. “I don’t think I like my birthday. I cry every year. I don’t think that’s a good sign.” 

“You don’t have to like your birthday,” the stranger replied. “That’s normal. Loads of people don’t like their birthdays.” 

“It’s just bad every year,” you confessed, your eyes falling shut as you felt another wave of tears burning to fall. “It’s just so shit. And I feel like I need to make it important every year but there aren't people that make me feel important, you know?” You paused, frowning. “Sorry, that sounded so desperate. I didn’t mean it in a pick-me way but like—”

“Please, never apologise for wanting to be loved,” the stranger assured you, his hand dropping to your knee to give you a soft squeeze of reassurance. “Sounds like you need to find people in your life that appreciate how amazing you are.” 

You snorted a little. “Says the man who doesn’t know me and has seen me sob my eyes out on the side of the road.”

“Well, we can change that,” he said before extending his hand to you. “I’m Quinn.” 

You lifted your head off his shoulder, blinking a few times to look at his outstretched hand before you reached for it. “Hi, Quinn. Nice to meet you.”

.

[mostly-marvel-musings]

Hi! 🤍

I absolutely adore reading every single one of your Kinktober fics, and I'd love to send in a request for Loki Laufeyson! I adore the way you write him (and your writing in general), so I'm looking forward to what magic you'll create with these prompts!

Pulling them closer by the collar of their shirt or their belt. + Interlocking your fingers above your head while making out passionately.

As you can see, I'd love to be kissed senseless by our beloved God of Mischief, so I'm leaving this in your capable hands to make my fantasies come to life.

Thank you for spoiling us all with your amazing stories, I'm more than happy to see all the other stories you'll share, both within Kinktober and outside of it! 🤍

Your hero

A/N: I’m always happy to see you in my inbox, my darling! Thank YOU for being the sweetest and I hope you enjoy my take on these prompts :)

Pairing: Loki x F! Reader

Warning: 18+ little angst, kissing.

🍁🍂 Kinktober 2024 🍂🍁

.

“Go away, Loki.”

“Not when you’re upset, I won’t.”

You scoffed from the other side of the door, shaking your head as you paced along your living room. Your annoyingly perfect-looking demi-God seemed to have made up his mind about going on a potentially life-threatening mission, and had decided it was best to keep that information from you.

“Open the door, my darling.”

His voice was pleading enough to tug at your heartstrings, destroying your resolve with every passing minute, but you were plenty mad at Loki to crumble easily.

“If you’d just allow me a moment to explain myse—”

“Explain what? Huh? That you’re going on a self-sacrificing mission? Or that you thought I wasn’t important enough to know about it?” You yelled, voice cracking in the end without your permission.

“Just tell me if the roles were reversed, would you have let me go?”

“Never.”

Loki placed a hand against the wooden door that separated you,

On cue, tears began falling down your cheeks as you sniffed.

Loki’s heart broke at the sound, making it impossible not to use his magic to walk through the walls that led him inside.

A moment and a flash of green later he was met with the sight of you retreated against the sofa, knees drawn to your chest as you cried.

He so desperately wanted to gather you in his arms and comfort you, but he knew better than that. For now, Loki would have to resort to words.

“Darling, please look at me.”

As your sniffles died down, you sat up, wiping your tears sloppily with the sleeves of your sweater to find Loki kneeling before you. His ocean eyes held the same pain that yours did, mixed with all the love he felt for you and an apology.

You remained quiet as he explained his reasons for going on that mission. While his chances of returning were slim, he promised you he would make his way back home, to you. It was to make you feel better, you knew that. But you understood his reasons too, and you couldn’t be selfish.

“I think I liked you better when you were the bad guy.”

You chuckled through your tears, finally reaching out to grab him by his collar to pull him in for a kiss.

Responding immediately, Loki pulled you impossibly closer while taking a seat and welcoming you in his lap. His slender fingers carded themselves through your hair, caressing you as his lips parted to deepen the kiss.

“I can’t lose you, Loki..”

“I only wanted to be the hero you always saw in me, my little love.”

Overwhelmed with emotion, a few stray tears escaped down your cheeks, not reaching further because Loki was quick to kiss them away.

It felt like you kissed for ages, neither wanting to part from the other. But you did, only to rest your foreheads together to catch your breath.

Your eyes remained closed as you breathed him in, wanting to save this memory for posterity, of him holding you close, your hearts beating as one.

“I want you, Loki. Please..”

You whispered, leaning in for a kiss but he stopped you, only to lift you in his arms and carry you to your bedroom.

In mere moments, you were laid against your pillows, soft kisses turned fervent and full of passion as Loki’s dominant side took control.

Discarding your clothes, he trailed his fingers down your side leaving shivers in their wake; up again to interlock them with yours above your head, completely at his mercy.

He managed to silence your racing thoughts with his reassuring touch, every searing kiss reminding you that he was still the centre of your universe, and he was still here, with you.

As time ticked by, fleeting as it was, Loki made sure to remind you who you belonged to, he made sure every word uttered conveyed how much you meant to him, every touch well mapped in his mind, every last kiss meant to be etched forever.

[ariichive]

good food, good company

o. miya

in which osamu understands the meaning of: the best memories are made around the table.

fluff | domestic | reader and osamu have a kid | really fluffy | established relationship/marriage | fem reader | just a teeny bit suggestive towards the end

"pass the nori, please, mai."

osamu asked of his 6-year-old daughter without taking his eyes off of the rice cooker. "okay papa!" a sweet voice filled his heart with warmth; he looked up at his daughter, seeing her carefully carry the nori as if trying not to rip it. he chuckled at his daughter, taking the dried seaweed from her tiny hands.

"thank you, yer my favorite lil helper." osamu gave his daughter a quick kiss on the forehead before focusing back on his task: tonight's dinner. mai giggled at his praise and cheered to herself, "yes! anything to help ma."

"yes, anything to help ma," he repeated her words to her with a smile never leaving his face. he knew how hard you worked for your family, making sure you come home to dinner already made is the least he could do.

mai watched as osamu took a section of the now cooled-off rice into his hands.

"papa, can ya shape them into hearts or stars?"

"what do we say when we ask for something, mai?" osamu lightly scolded as mai pouted. "p-please..."

"there ya go," osamu smiled and patted her head gently, "yeah, we can do that today." osamu glanced quickly at the clock; 20 minutes until you get home. "watch me shape it, and then you can give it a go, sound good?" he watched his daughter nod excitedly.

osamu's skilled hands swiftly molded the rice into a heart shape, looking up occasionally to make sure Mai was watching. and she was; intensely at that. her eyes were sparkling in awe and her hands were clenched together. "doin' a heart will be easier for you than a star, okay? focus on those." osamu walked his daughter through her first onigiri, making sure her hands were wet and had enough salt on them. he showed her the different fillings of umeboshi and spicy salted pollock roe and how to apply the nori. when he felt she was prepared enough, he let her free.

starting on the star shapes, osamu hummed quietly to himself, smiling when he heard his daughter start to hum too. it was a very sweet moment which he got to experience on the regular.

eventually, osamu finished his onigiri. the perfect shapes staring proudly back at him. with a satisfied nod, he turned to see how mai was doing and-

-oh.

"honey, what happened?" osamu gently asked as he noticed she was holding back tears, her chubby cheeks pouting and little sniffles coming out her nose. her station was a bit of a mess, but that was the least of osamu's worries of now. "t-they w-won't stay together!" mai blurted out as she ran to her dads arms, hugging him as she cried into his chest. stealing a quick glance at her work area, he noticed the squashed pieces.

"s'alright mai, i'm here to help ya." osamu wiped her tears with his sleeve. "lets go wash our hands and i'll walk you through it again, yeah?" mai nodded her head as she followed her dad to their sink.

after successfully washing their hands and calming mai down, the two were back at the counter. "i'm thinkin' you were using too much pressure."

"o-oh.."

osamu noticed the sad look on her face and immediately did his best to fix it. "that just means yer growing up to be real strong, just like mama." at his words, mai's eyes lightened tremendously.

the two of them continued finishing up the last of dinner. they finished setting plates and getting glasses of water set down as soon as the front door opened.

"ma!" mai ran to the door, almost tripping causing osamu's heart to drop for a quick second.

"mai!" you squealed back with just as much excitement, squatting down to her level so she could give you a proper hug. "how's my beautiful daughter?" you asked with a smile. "good! papa and i made ya dinner!" at that, you looked up at osamu with a big smile. "oh, what would i do without you two?"

osamu gave you a quick kiss on the lips and grabbed your purse from you, "probably starve." you laughed at his words, choosing to ignore the little truth in his words.

as you all sat down at the table, osamu couldn't help but appreciate his family. this was the life he had always dreamed of, and couldn't imagine it with anyone else.

he stared at the fourth seat left empty at the dining room table. maybe another kid wouldn't be so bad right now.

osamu sent you a look that had you sitting up straighter in your seat.

literally loved writing this one ! I see osamu as a girl dad for sure

if you liked this pls reblog and like :)

[incogrio]

since usa tour is over… beomgyu coming home to you from being away on tour? 🫣 mega fluff plz 🫶

c.bg - finally home to you

pairing: choi beomgyu x gn!reader

genre: fluff fluff

synopsis: beomgyu finally comes back from months away at tour <3

warnings: none, except beomgyu and reader being disgustingly cute

w/c: 1.1k+

a/n: thank you both for these asks!! i decided to put them into one since they’re pretty similar and i honestly couldn’t come up with two separate scenarios for my boy gyu. hope you guys enjoy!! soon i’ll have written for every member!!

COMMENTS AND FEEDBACK GREATLY APPRECIATED!!

the kimchi jigae soup in front of you popped slightly at the heat as you stirred it with a wooden spoon. you had just finished making gyu’s favorite dish of yours. he was coming back after months working hard at concert after concert. much like the many moas who couldn’t attend txt’s newest tour, you lived off of the many clips and performance videos. your boy shined while your heart slowly shrunk in his absence.

but today, today he would be back in your arms. back smiling and back to making fun of you lovingly. all you could think about was his smile, his body and lips pressed against yours.

but you shouldn’t get ahead of yourself, he was probably jet lagged and would want to sleep soon after eating. soon, you don’t have a time limit on your love. you had just finished plating both of your meals when you heard a key meticulously being inserted into the lock.

then, it was tilted and removed. finally, you heard a hand wrap around the doorknob, and finally, you saw him. you couldn’t have moved faster if you were running for your life.

within seconds, you were in his arms once more. gyu buried his head into the crook of your neck, wrapping his arms around your middle whilst yours wrapping around his neck. he leaned forward and waddled into the house with you, making no move to let you go as he kicked the door shut.

despite your best efforts, you had started crying. “oh bear..” you muttered, voice warbling as you moved your hand to cradle the back of his head. as soon as you spoke, he dug his head deeper into your neck, whining in tiny. you could feel tears hitting your shirt. he was crying too.

you don’t know how long you both stood at the entryway. gyu took to swaying you both back and forth, soft cries turning into sniffles.

you tried to pull away, to which he whined and pulled you ever closer once more.

you chuckled, “i made you soup, bear,” you say so softly that if your souls weren’t so near, he wouldn’t have heard you.

beomgyu smiled, and nodded. he pulled away from you and simply gazed at you. he reached his pinkie to remove his bangs from his eyes.

“come, it’s your favorite.” you drag your hands down from his neck, to his shoulders and finally land into his hands. they hold onto you tightly. “might be a little cold now.” you turn around slowly, dragging him behind you by his hand. as you neared the table, he gasped dramatically at the soup as though he wasn’t the one who chose it. you giggle to yourself.

“yahhh!!!” he practically yells, settling into the seat across from you and breathing in harshly through his teeth.

he picks up his spoon, but when he looks up at you sitting across from him, he pauses.

“what… are you doing?” he says slowly, as though this is the worst betrayal of his life. you tilt your head in confusion, letting out a questioning hum.

he scoffs, rolling his eyes and reaching towards your plate and bowl. he grabs them both carefully, moving them to be in front of him. he takes your spoon and places it next to the bowl, and looks at you expectantly.

you get the message, and get up slowly with a little smile on your face. he backs his seat up as you approach, looking up at you as though this is the first time he’d ever seen you. you settle into his lap, and he takes his spoon, scoops up some soup and blows on it before lifting it to your lips. you stick your tongue out, making sure it’s not steaming before taking it in your mouth. you hum in approval. you repeat what he did, with your own spoon and bowl.

this time, however, he insists you pretend the spoon is a plane.

you sigh, making faux plane noises and swerving the spoon around in the air before finally making it to his mouth. beomgyu swallows it and his eyes widen. just when you’re about to ask if he likes it, he reaches forward to your cheek and softly grazes his thumb against the apple of it. this was the side of beomgyu that you loved. the soft side, with his loudness sprinkled through out. this was a side that only you and his members saw.

he kept his smile as he looked down at your lips and then to your eyes. he slowly pulls you closer, before slotting your lips together. you both let out sighs, your very beings melding together into one. his lips are exceptionally warm from the soup, and taste vaguely of gum and kimchi. you drop the spoon onto the table and cup his cheek. he reaches down to pinch your thigh, signaling you to face him completely.

you refuse and pull away reluctantly, “you need to eat, bear.” you say as you reach down and hold his bowl in front of you. he sighs dramatically and rolls his eyes, but takes your spoonfuls diligently. every few bites he presses a plush kiss onto your cheek, and you reciprocate happily. soon, you are both feeding each other lovingly. you hate to imagine the teasing beomgyu would face if his members caught him being so lovey with you.

after you had finished your meal, you simply sat with him for a while. he held you close to him, and you played with the short sleeve of his shirt as you asked him about the tour. he responded with whispers, pressing kisses to your hair between every sentence, rubbing his hand up and down your arm.

you look up slightly, pressing a kiss to his neck before sitting up and stretching. he whines as you separate yourself from him.

“i’llllll wash the dishes laterrrr,” he drags out, “stay with meeee..” your bear whines, pouting at you and giving you his best puppy eyes.

“oorrrrrrrr…” you respond in playful mocking, “you could help me wash them now… and then we can sleep.”

his shoulders slumped as he realized your idea was better. he didn’t respond, simply getting up with you and following you to the sink.

even as you washed the dishes, his arms stayed wrapped around you from behind.

“never leaving you for so long again,” he muttered into your neck over and over. “love you too much..”

you smiled, turning your head to press a soft kiss onto his lips and returning the sentiment.

comment, dm, or ask to be added to the taglist!!

[suguru-getos]

࿐ soft yandere neuvillette hcs (f!reader) ࿐

neuvillette being a hydro dragon was always territorial of the things he held dear, whether it was his unyielding love for the melusines, or the love for the people of fontaine or the love for justice and the idea of it for the people. this has never been translated into an intense devotion for a human until he saw you. lawyering up oh so sweetly against one of your friends to defend the defamation case lodged against their business.

it was then — that your eyes lingered with the chief justice. for someone who holds a power so supreme — he sure had kind eyes. standing above all, having the ability to shut the whole opera house in a second with the stern daunt of his voice. he was enamoring too… but you didn’t know how enamored he was of you. for the first time neuvillette was getting distracted during a hearing. how your eyes fiercely spoke along with the entanglement of your words. how exquisite.

you won the case & the happiness which made your smile all the more beautiful with the glimmer of victory dancing all over it. you also got a chance to thank the chief justice, too. to which of course — he’d be kind enough and deny. “please don’t thank me. i am just doing my work here.” still, when neuvillette shook hands with you to depart, his eyes widened with the registering of a weird, twisted feeling inside of him. he wanted to protect you for life, mate with you, wanted to be by your side…

it was one of the weird times when it had been the sunniest after the trials. the people of fontaine were weirded out to find out no rains for the rest of the week. despite of the trials. truth been told, neuvillette didn’t have the time to be upset for anything because now he has someone he was invested in.

why waste time? neuvillette thought to himself, he had never approached anyone yet. so? when he approached your door and knocked with a tender smile, with a bouquet on his hands and a sweet smile just to ask if you’d be so kind for a date, you heartily agreed. heart fluttering throughout the date when he pulled your chair, ordered the same food as yours just so he can taste your likes. asking if you’d be so kind as to give him another date opportunity— kissing your forehead while dropping you home. things were beyond golden.

things started getting a little controlling after a first month or so. as someone who had a few friends who liked to travel, you’d find the chief justice of fontaine not so eager to allow you to move out of fontaine. “inazuma? do you understand how far it is from here?” he had a point, of course… “but one of my friend’s family is there and the vision hunt decree is abolished now and i—” neuvillette doesn’t yell at you, he’s too soft for that. “i believe i didn’t ask for any reply to that dearest. you will be here in fontaine. if you want, i can arrange that your friend’s family come here. they’d be given the most royal treatment-”

neuvillette also quickly shuts down any opportunity for you to be talking to someone unknown. it’s simple? he has met your friends in gatherings and they are intimidated and respectful of your man. the others would take too much of his time in dissection of their personalities. how does he stop you? simple — neuvillette gets needy. he would clutch you in his arms and pout. not wanting to let you go at any cost. “i missed you sweetheart.” you can’t help but give in.

he doesn’t do punishments. it is too heartbreaking for him to see you stressed and distressed of him of all people !! however there was an instance where you forgot to inform him & came back home at 2 am with a bunch of people partying. neuvillette didn’t take that lightly. you know this because that was the first time you were pinned against the wall. kind and tender eyes glowering down and enraged. you couldn’t help but sniffle for hours when neuvillette brought you over his knee for a spanking. he hated it when you cried, it was stormy in fontaine for the rest of the week <\3 why don’t you understand he just loves you so much it makes him lovesick!

to make it up for losing his temper — he would spoil you with so much love. it would get hard to breathe under the undying affection he gives you. kissing your forehead, bringing you your favorite food, letting you feel the freedom you felt taken away, anything and everything. would probably surrender and get on his knees, sobbing if you give him the silent treatment.

[bokettochild]

Your Violet Incident series is halirous, and I just HAD to write grandpa Time.

-

Wind was, in simple terms, fucked.

He darted through the crowd, ducking under arms and around legs. The shopkeep remained in quick pursuit, yelling obscenities as he shouldered through the crowd.

“Thief! Stop him!” the man hollered. Wind dodged a hand that reached for his collar. He hadn't even stolen anything this time, dammit!

Wind kept an eye out for a red tunic or blue scarf. He didn't really want to cause another Violet Incident, but right now, it was the only thing he could think of. It was embarrassing, sure, but nothing subdued an angry shopkeep quite like an angry mother.

Wind glanced back at the wrong time, tripping over someone's foot. He scrambled to get up, but before he could, a burly hand grabbed his arm and twisted it behind his back. Wind gasped in pain.

“I got you now, punk,” the shopkeep growled, roughly pulling Wind upright.

“Let me go! I didn't do anything!” Wind kicked at him, gasping again when his arm was pulled farther behind his back.

“Excuse me,” a familiar voice glowered. Wind looked up. Maybe he did have a way out of this. He would have to apologize to Time later.

“Grandpa! H-he's hurting me!” Wind cried out, adding a pathetic sniffle in there for good measure.

Time glanced at Wind with an exasperated look. Luckily, most of Time’s expressions passed for a glare to someone who didn’t know him. Time fixed his attention back on the shopkeep.

“Put down my grandson.” Time took a menacing step forwards. Wind choked back a laugh, hiding it as a strangled sob.

“He's a thief!” the shopkeep scoffed, although the fear in his voice shined through. How the man wasn't pissing himself, Wind was unsure.

“No I'm not!” Wind struggled. Noticeably, the man didn't twist his arm any more.

“Put him down and we can talk about this like adults.” Time put a hand on the man's arm. A crowd had begun to form, murmurs drifting through the town square.

The shopkeep reluctantly let go of Wind. Wind darted forward, plastering himself to the front of Time’s armor. He grabbed on tightly, making a show of sniffling and shaking. Time placed a protective hand around his shoulders.

“What did you think he stole?” Time asked flatly.

“W-well, there was this dagger-” the shopkeep began a description, shifting nervously.

Time kneeled down, making a show of patting Wind down. Wind complied while Time checked his pockets and bag, sniffling all the while. “The only dagger on him is the one I gave him for his tenth birthday. Unless you want to claim my best friend's craftsmanship as your own, we'll be on our way.” Murmurs drifted through the crowd as Time turned on his heel, bringing Wind with him. “Come on, Vincent, let's go find your mother.” Wind choked down laughter.

“Vincent? Really?” Wind laughed once they were back at the inn. Time crossed his arms.

“Grandpa? Really?” Time parrots back, raising an eyebrow.

“What options did I have? Would you like to be Grandma instead?” Wind huffed.

You know, there is no delight like finding other Violet Incidents out there that I didn't have to write myself!!!

Vincint, oh my Hylia, that's gold! If Wind wasn't already known as 'Tune' in Warriors' time than I would have loved to give him a nutty name, but I love Time being the grandpa!!! And, I mean, Legend did technically name Time as Kit's Dad back during Violet Without The Violet, so Wind has his excuse lined up for him!

I love this, Thank you for this lovely pick me up!!!

[sturniolos-blog]

this request is so all over the place but idk so like dad matt but it’s yn birthday and so matt and the kids surprise her with gifts and breakfast in bed and then later on matt and yn go on a date and the kids are at their grandparents house so matt and yn come back home and he gives her birthday sex 🥰🥰🥰

Birthday Sex - Matt Sturniolo x Y/n Oneshot

warnings - smutttt for the first time in a while, fluff, kissing, cute

smut summary: p in v, unprotected sex (w bc) praising, fingering, soft dom matt, oral fem receiving, multiple orgasms

———————————

9:24am

I let out a soft sound as i wake up. I hear murmuring from outside my bedroom door. My eyes open and see that Matt isn't next to me.

"Go get her, guys!" Matt says still outside the door, my eyes glance towards the door and Estrella and Mailo run in, Mailo has is holding a gift wrapped in wrapping paper and Estrella is holding a gift bag.

They giggle as they jump on the bed, Estrella helps her three year old brother get on the bed.

I laugh, "Well, good morning, guys!"

Estrella giggles, "Morning, mommy!"

As i sit up, Mailo comes and sits in my lap, hugging my around my neck, "Mama!" He says.

I laugh and hug him.

"You guys have to share her." Matt says in a duh tone, i glance over to him and see him holding a tray of food, i gasp.

"Matt..." I trail off and shake my head.

He walks over and puts the tray down on my nightstand, Mailo climbs off of me and next to Estrella on Matt's side of the bed.

Matt leans down and kisses my lips,

"Ew!"

"Yuck!"

I hear Mailo and Estrella groan.

Matt and I laugh and pull away, "Happy birthday, baby." Matt whispers, kissing my cheek.

"Open my gift first, Mama!" Mailo says, holding his gift out for me to open first.

"No, Mailo, me first! I'm older!" Estrella argues.

"Guys, it's mommy's day. Stop arguing." Matt sighs.

Estrella frowns and holds her gift to her chest. "Come here, baby. You can help me open Mailo's gift." I say, putting my arms out for her to come and sit up with me against the headboard.

Matt sits down on the tiny spot next to me and puts his hand on my leg, his thumb tracing back and forth slowly.

I flash him a small smile as Estrella makes herself comfortable in between my arm and my torso.

"Mama, open." Mailo shoves his gift towards me.

"Ask nicely." I scold.

"Open, pretty please?" He says, Matt laughs and I laugh too, taking the gift and starting to unwrap it, Estrella helps me unwrap it.

I open it and it's a blanket, "Oh my gosh! This is beautiful!" I say, feeling the soft fabric of the blanket.

"Open it, mom." Matt says, talking about the blanket.

I laugh and open the blanket, i almost cried. It was a blanket with all of our names on it, each one a star.

Matt and I were the bigger stars towards the top, and Estrella and Mailo were the little stars towards the bottom. I teared up.

Dropping the blanket and burying my face on my hands. "Guys..." I trailed off, sniffling.

"That's so sweet, Mailo. Thank you so much." I gave Mailo a big hug.

"Okay, mine next mommy!" Estrella said as she still was in my arms, i grabbed the bag and pulled the tissue paper out, Matt taking it for me.

it was a small painting, store bought of a butterfly. A quote on it said, "All butterflies have wings." This did not help my tears, Ella knew i loved butterflies.

I squeezed her tightly, "I love you guys so much." I said softly, kissing ella's head and ruffling Mailo's hair.

Matt smiled at me and continued to rub my leg.

"Daddy helped us pick them out.." Estrella said, almost guilty that she was taking credit.

"No, baby. You told me you wanted to get mommy something with a butterfly and Mailo said something with stars. Don't give me credit." Matt reassured her, reaching over my body and rubbing her cheek, smiling. Ella smiled.

"Okay, we should let mommy eat. Ella, how about you and Mailo go downstairs and finish your drawings for mommy?" Matt suggested.

"There's more?!" My eyes widened.

Ella and Mailo nodded.

"Oh yeah." Matt chuckled.

Ella and Mailo got off the bed and started running to go downstairs. "No running!" I called after them. I let out a breath of relief as i heard their footsteps slow down.

Matt grabbed the wrapping paper and the gift bag and put them in the trash that was next to my nightstand.

He smiled at me before leaning down and kissing me, climbing on top of me, him kissing my cheek and down to my neck.

"thank you.." I whispered as i tangled my hands in his hair. He hummed against my neck.

"Of course," He mumbled as he continued to kiss and suck on my neck. "Kids are gonna be dropped off at my mom and dad's..." Matt says, pulling away from my neck. He leans close to my ear, "'m gonna make you feel so, so good." He whispers, making my face go hot.

I laugh, "And when are they going to be dropped off?"

"Right now, while you eat. I hope you get full because by the time were done you'll be hungry again." He says, getting off of me.

I scoff, "You're crazy!" I push him as i laugh.

He leans down and kisses me once more, "Only for you."

———————————

10:15am

I was in the kitchen washing some dishes before Matt came home from dropping the kids off.

His smile dropped as he saw me washing the dishes, "What are you doing!?" He practically yelled, rushing over to me and pulling my hands out of the sink.

"Matt!" I laugh as he holds my arms as my hands drip with water. He grabs the towel next to the sink and dries my hands for me, turning off the sink.

He smiles, "Okay, now come on." He starts dragging me up to our room.

I giggle as he opens the door, the room was dark thank to our blackout curtains, there was a red led light on and the tv was playing music, specifically 'birthday sex' by Jeremih

I laugh, “Matt!? Aw, baby, what is this?”

Matt comes behind me after closing the door and pulls my back to his chest, “For you, pretty girl.” He says lowly, starting to kiss my neck.

I hum slightly, “Matt-”

“Shh..” He hushes, turning me around to face him and leading me to the bed, “I’ll do all the work for you baby.. ‘m gonna make you feel so good..” He says.

He locks my lips in a hot steamy kiss, i hum as he pushes me to lay down, the music continuing to play.

I giggle against his lips, wrapping my legs around his waist and pulling his pelvis into mine.

He pulls away and smiles at me, grabbing my shirt and pulling it off my body. His hands then trailing down to my waistband and pulling my pants off, leaving me in just a bra and underwear.

He places a kiss on the top of my right breast, then the top of my left, then continuing to trail sloppy kisses down my stomach.

I grab the pillow my head is on, holding it in a tight grip as Matt's fingers dip into my underwear. I let out a soft gasp as he chuckles, his fingers rubbing up and down my slit, gathering my wetness.

"Always so wet for me, baby.." He mumbles.

His hands start to tug on my underwear to pull them down, as i help him get them off of me he throws them across the room.

His head then sits there above my clit, his lips wet as he had just licked them, looking like he was starving.

He looks up at me with almost pleading eyes before i nod, he hooks his ars around my thighs and dives in.

His tongue immediately sucking up a lot of my wetness, i let out small moans, biting my lip as his tongue dips in and out of my hole.

One of Matt's hands retract from around my thigh and go up to my right breast, squeezing my boob slightly before pinching my nipple.

I let out a closed mouth moan, my eyes squeezing shut as i was being filled with pleasure.

"Let it out, sweetheart. No one's home." He pulls up his head for a second, but after speaking he goes right back in.

Matt's tongue goes faster, on my clit, in my hole, up my slit, nibbling. My first orgasm approaching.

"Matt!" I finally moan out as my legs start to tremble, "I'm s-so close!" I grab onto his hair, tugging as he groans against me.

That set me off, the orgasm that had been building up finally released, Matt's tongue immediately going to lap up my juices.

I hum in content, Matt comes up, his body going in between my legs as he starts to kiss my lips again. His fingers then trail down my body, his pointer finger and middle finger starting to rub circles on my sensitive clit, i let out a whimper into Matt's mouth, not knowing if i can take it.

One finger slowly slides in my hole, considering out wet i was it was fairly easy.

I pull away from the kiss to moan, Matt kisses the corner of my lips and watches as my face turns into a pleasured one. He watches as i bite my lip before opening and moaning as his finger speeds up. The thought of him having this kind of control on you made him crazy. Made him harder than he already was.

He then stuck another finger in, curling them together.

I let out a choked moan, tears swelling my eyes as my second orgasm approaches.

"I'm gonna cum again.." I whimper out, my head turning to the side as i squeezed my eyes shut.

"i know, baby. Doing so well for me. Pretty girl." He praises.

I moan at his words as the familiar feelings comes back. My hand goes up to Matt's hair and tugs as my moans get faster as well as Matt's fingers.

"Let go, honey." He whispers, his eyes trailing all over my face.

I clench around his fingers one more time before releasing. Moaning Matt's name as my legs shake slightly.

He chuckles and kisses me lovingly.

"Can you give me one more?" He asks, his voice low but soft.

I nod.

"Good girl." He says, starting to undress himself.

Now he's totally naked, climbing on top of me one more time. His tip leaking with pre-cum.

He rubs his tip up and down my now very sensitive clit.

I let out a soft gasp as he slowly starts to push in. Kind of teasing as he pulls his tip all the way back out, but then in again, but then not fully going in.

"Matt, please." I whimper.

Matt looks at me, "All you had to do was ask." He says while now pushing his whole long length into me.

Sex with Matt was always more then amazing, i loved everytime we had sex, but i reallly liked the slow and sensual type of sex, the type where we maintain eye contact, or kiss as we do missionary. For me it's the best type.

Matt looks down at me, his hands grabbing onto my breasts before he leans down and kisses me. His thrusts speeding up and the soft sounds of clapping fill the room.

My third orgasm approaches.

"Matt.." I moan out as a warning.

"Me too, me too, baby." He tells me.

I whimper as his thrusts speed up.

"Same time, y/n." He says.

I nod as i clench around him, he let's out a couple of groans and a few 'fuck's.

"I'm cumming!" I moan we both cum together, our grunts and moans filling the room as Matt fills me, his white spurts of cum coating my walls.

He stays in me for a little while longer, his thrusts slowing down though.

He then pulls out of me and watches as his cum spills out of my hole, taking his tip and rubbing all around my slit with it.

He leans down and kisses me before getting up and grabbing a towel, coming back and cleaning the both of us up before coming and laying in bed next to me, his arms wrapping around me as i lay my head on his chest, us both sweaty now, me a little more than him.

"So how was that for birthday sex?" He asks before kissing the top of my head.

"Amazing." I breathe out as we both laugh.

———————————

Okay i am all done now dont know why it took me so long but love yall

@sturniolosmind @novasturniolo03

[quack-quack-snacks]

Time Will Tell - Chapter 17

My Time Will Tell Masterlist

My Cha Hyun-su Masterlist

My Navigation and Masterlist

The Time Will Tell Glossary

Warnings: Grieving, crying, Hyun-su having self depricating thoughts. Word Count: 2,156

prev | current | next

You waited by the entrance to the stairs all night, your eyes begging for sleep but your persistent worry over Hyun-su taking priority. The only time you got up from your seated spot on the ground was when you heard fighting.

You thought fighting was kind of a loose term for it, though. It was really just Sang-wook killing Yoon-jae after finding out he kidnapped and killed all those kids. You only saw a glimpse of the pictures from the phone he dropped before Jae-heon picked it up but it gave you enough of an idea of the situation. 

Okay... So Mr. Blazer has good style and a good heart. A great combination.

You hadn’t realized you dozed off until two familiar tiny people tackled you.

“Unnie!”

“What! What? Huh?” You woke up with a start, snapping your head up and not realizing who-what-when or where you were until you saw ⅔ rds of the three people you’d been missing horribly for the past week clinging to you like you’d disappear. “Oh, my- dongsaeng? You’re here!” You hugged them close to you, kissing both of them on the head as you tried to comprehend everything. When they pulled back from you, you saw how their faces were tear-stained and how the cries weren’t stopping. “What’s wrong? Are you hurt?” You asked them anxiously. 

“A-appa... he... Noona...” Yeong-su cried out in broken sentences, returning his head to the crook of your neck where he sobbed quietly. 

“W-what?” You asked nervously. 

“Appa f-fell from the window,” Su-yeong started to continue her brother’s words, “H-he’s gone.”

She also returned her face to the other crook of your neck, relying on you for comfort despite this being your first time hearing about it. 

Hyun-su and Eun-hyuk watched from further down the hall, their conversation being interrupted from the moment your siblings saw your sleeping form. They saw the shock in your eyes and the way your arms tightened around the two, squeezing them close and caressing their hair while whispering sweet words of comfort into their ears. Slowly, they continued their conversation from before the distraction, still glancing over at you occasionally but not focusing all their attention on your family moment. A moment you would probably want to remain private. 

The conversation stopped again when they looked over again and saw you walking towards them, your two siblings asleep on each shoulder. It was heartbreaking to see the unshed tears that gathered along your waterline as you stopped in front of them. You flashed them a quick, watery, halfhearted smile. “I’m gonna go put them in the daycare for bed and maybe get some rest too. I’ll see you both tomorrow,” you addressed them both before facing Hyun-su and speaking to him directly, your voice breaking halfway through. “T-thank you for bringing them home to me.”

He didn’t know what to say so he just nodded and allowed you to pass by him and Eun-hyuk. You sniffled, trying to keep it together at least in the presence of your siblings, not wanting even the slightest chance of them seeing you like that. You knew they needed you to be strong. You were the only person who they could turn to right now. You couldn’t break, for their sake. 

When you got to the nursery, you gently placed them down in the napping corner, placing your jacket over them when you found the small box labeled ‘BLANKETS’ empty. You didn’t wait long before lying down next to them, giving each of them a kiss on the forehead and resting your head on your arm. You knew you wouldn’t be getting any sleep that night, but it was okay.

As long as they were with you. 

You were right to think you wouldn’t get any sleep because you didn’t. You stayed up the rest of the night swallowing your tears and brushing your fingers through the two children's hair when they stirred. You heard the whispers, saw the shadows of the residents who gave you space - most likely a command from Eun-hyuk that you would thank him for later. You were thankful, but it just made the need to cry even worse. 

You stayed there until the morning light shone through the covered windows and onto the two beside you. You watched fondly as the light made the two stir but wasn’t enough to wake them up. It was relieving honestly. You weren’t sure you were ready to be strong just yet. 

Instead, you got up to leave the room, knowing they would be safe while you were gone, especially since you wouldn’t be gone for long. You traveled to the area of the lobby designated to food with a hollow look in your eyes. The supermarket had been completely cleared out since Seok-hyeon started his symptoms so the food could be managed and distributed properly. 

You could see the pity and sympathy each resident you passed by gave you but you paid them no mind. You didn’t want to think of what you lost. You wanted to think of what you regained. And what you regained was two of your precious family members that you loved so dearly. 

“‘Morning,” you said to Jae-hwan, the current resident in charge of the food distribution, with your lips curled up the slightest in a pathetic attempt at a smile. “I’ll come back for my sibling and I’s food in a bit but could I just have Cha Hyun-su’s portion? I want to give it to him myself.”

He looked surprised before a slightly disgusted expression took hold of his face. “Why would you want to do that? He’s just a freak, you shou-”

“I haven’t had a great past 24 hours, so I’d suggest you shut your mouth while I’m still feeling nice,” you warned, giving him a tired glare that still seemed to do the trick as he swallowed nervously. He nodded and served you Hyun-su’s portion without any further comment. You gave him a nod of acknowledgment when he gave it to you, no longer bothering with the fake smiles. 

The walk to the arcade room was a nice change of pace, the soft chatter that filled the main area quieting with each step you took and leaving you to yourself. As you entered the arcade, you made sure to be mindful of your volume since Seok-hyeon was still asleep, snoring peacefully on the couch. 

It bugged you that of all people, he got the couch, but what could you do about it? Hyun-su wouldn’t complain, you knew that much about him, so it wasn’t worth fighting for it if he would just give it up before it was given to him. 

Speaking of the boy, he was awake before you walked in, sitting on his makeshift bed and looking at nothing. 

You walked over silently and sat down beside him. He didn’t make any moves to show he noticed your presence besides the small twitch of his fingers which lay in his lap. You sat there with your own hands in your lap, waiting for the right moment to give him the food you held. After a minute, it seemed like there wasn’t a perfect time to hand it over so you just reached over and placed the food in his lap with a plop! 

He looked down to see what was there and saw a bowl of rice and a small pack of seaweed. With minimal emotions showing on his face, he turned to look at you in question. 

“A thank you,” you explained. “For bringing my family back to me. I would’ve gone up long before if I realized my dad…” You swallowed harshly and looked away when you felt tears building up in your eyes. “Just… Thank you.”

“I was just doing what I was told,” Hyun-su muttered rather dejectedly as he also looked away from you. “That’s all.”

“But that’s not all,” your voice broke and you looked up, trying to stop your tears from falling. “You saved them after my father lost his l-life and couldn't protect them anymore. After I couldn’t protect them. That is something I will never be able to fully repay you for, but I can at least keep you as well-fed as the rest of us. So eat up,” you insisted while abruptly standing up and walking back towards the exit when the first tear of many fell down your cheek. 

Hyun-su let you walk off without a word, too wrapped up in his shock over you wanting to thank him when he wasn’t even able to save your dad. While he knew his death wasn’t his fault and was the fault of that eye monster, it was still something he could have done to help avoid. Then those kids would still have their father. You would still have your father. 

It was as if you heard his thoughts as you stopped in the door frame and turned your head slightly. Not enough to let him see your tear-stained cheeks but enough so you were speaking more directly to him. 

“I don’t blame you. For anything. You did your best, and you helped people. You help people. That’s all I could ever ask for.”

And then you left the room.

You stopped by the bathroom and kitchen before heading back to the daycare, rinsing the evidence of tears off your face and grabbing your siblings and your rations. You carried them carefully but they fell from your hands the moment you heard the undeniable sound of your siblings’ wails. You ran, not caring about the food on the floor - it was all sealed individually anyway so it didn’t matter - you only cared about the safety of your siblings. You thought they would be safe by themselves, were you wrong?

No. 

You weren’t wrong.

The wailing was coming from your siblings, but it was also coming from Jin-ok as she embraced the two and they cried together. You sighed in relief, thankful none of them saw you so you could go back and grab the forgotten food off the floor before returning. You set the rations down on one of the small tables carefully and approached them. With a gentle hand, you alerted Jin-ok to your presence prior to wrapping all three of them in your arms. 

Once again, you allowed yourself to be an anchor of support for the people you cared about. It was something you’d done your whole life.

And it was something you would do again without hesitation. 

Sitting in a circle teaching your siblings how to make an origami flower was something you would expect to do on a normal weekday. After their days at school, you might’ve taught them so they could give a flower to their teacher. 

That life was over now, though. In this new life, you were teaching them how to make origami flowers for the funerals happening soon for Jin-ok’s daughter and the military man. 

“Then you fold it like this,” you showed them, creating the first ‘petal’ of the flower. 

“Noona, why can’t we get appa?” Yeong-su asked, sniffling while he tried his best to fold the origami. 

You sucked in a harsh breath, looking at your two siblings, both who were looking at you. “Well, appa fell down in a place where it would be too dangerous to try and get him back. And it w-would be too sad to see him. I don’t want you guys to have to see that,” you confessed, trying your best to keep your voice steady for them.

‘I have to be strong.’

“That doesn’t make any sense, though!” He complained, another teary state taking over. 

You looked at him sadly before motioning for him to come closer to you. When he did, you picked him up and placed him in your lap, hugging him tightly as he cried silent tears into your shirt. “We’re going to make a grave for appa, okay? We’ll make it really pretty and we’ll know that he loved…. That he loves us. So let’s get back to making those flowers, yeah?” You asked. He nodded in response and climbed off your lap, choosing to sit right beside you instead with his head leaning against your arm. 

You looked up at Su-yeong and saw her looking down at her half-made flower sadly. “Su-yeong,” you called her. She looked up with sad eyes. “Come over here.”

She waddled over to your other side - the side not occupied by her brother - and sat beside you, also leaning her head against your arm. 

You sat there with them, making your origami flowers and playing with their hair. You forced yourself to be strong and not cry in front of them, but it was so fucking hard. 

All you knew was that you would protect these children with your life. If you lost them, you didn't know how you would live with yourself.

[bruisedboys]

hello!!! i saw that you write for bradley and i’m OVER THE MOON RN. could i possibly request a hurt/comfort fic with a shy!plus size! reader combo? maybe a first date scenario where bradley is super late to said date and reader thinks he stood her up or asked her out as a joke so she goes home super embarrassed like “why did i think i could be w him in the first place??” bradley is devastated because he’s liked this girl for so long and he just blew it but he’s able to get her back in the end 🤩 please and thank you!!

hello angel!! thank u so so much for the sweet request, I hope it’s okay! mwah

bradley bradshaw x shy!fem!plus-size!reader cw for body insecurities

You stare at yourself in the mirror, miserable. You haven’t cried yet, but the way your stomach looks in this top might be your breaking point. You’d actually felt pretty, earlier in the evening, all dolled up in your new clothes. But then you’d waited an agonising 45 minutes at the restaurant for Bradley to show up, only to realise he wasn’t coming and you’d made a complete fool of yourself. Now you just feel ugly and so, so embarrassed.

Why would he even want me? You think, glaring at your body in the mirror. You lift your top and squeeze a handful of your soft stomach cruelly, half wishing you could rip it clean off. He probably asked you as a joke, you suppose. And you were stupid enough to buy into it.

A single, hot tear rolls down the slope of your cheek.

You’re wiping at it angrily when there’s a loud, sharp knock on your door. You flinch. It’s enough to scare you out of your miserable state, at least. You freeze, thinking maybe if you ignore it, whoever it is will leave you alone.

“Y/N?”

Bradley? You recognise his voice immediately and your heart climbs to your throat. What is he doing here? Did he not just stand you up? Is he here to antagonise you further? You creep out into the entryway, where Bradley’s voice is clearer. He bangs on the door again.

“Y/N, honey,” he’s saying. He sounds stressed and a little desperate. “I know you probably hate me right now, but please would you come to the door? I really need to talk to you.”

You feel as though an invisible force is pulling you towards the door, towards Bradley. You don’t know why on earth you do it, but you lift a hand and open the door.

Bradley stands on your doorstep, in jeans and a nice linen shirt that doesn’t have an ugly Hawaiian print, for once. His aviators hang from the collar. He’s still strikingly handsome even though you’re upset with him.

“Y/N,” he breathes out. He lowers his fist from where he’d been rapping on your poor door. “Hey. Hi.”

You shift on your socked feet and grip the door handle like it’s your lifeline. “Hello.”

Bradley gives you a look akin to devastation. “Listen, honey. I’m so, so sorry about our date. I got caught up at work, and then my car wouldn’t start, so I had to— hey, are you crying?”

Unfortunately, you are. Why now? You think to yourself. Warm, salty tears spill over your lower lashes against your will. You scrub at your cheeks harshly. Bradley frowns at you.

“Hey. Hey, don’t.” He steps forward and takes your wrists in his hands. He encourages your hands from your face and replaces them with his own, thumbs swiping at your hot tears. He’s a hundred times more gentle than you had been.

“Sweetheart, I’m so sorry,” he says softly. “I feel like such a dick … I’ve had a crush on you for ages and ages and now I’ve made you cry.” He pulls you into a hug and gives a self deprecating sort of laugh, rubbing your back in quick, smooth sweeps. “What kind of loser am I?”

You sniffle. His hug is overwhelmingly warm. You feel a bit dumbfounded, and wonder if you’ve heard him right.

“You—“ you swallow around the lump in your throat and pull back out of his arms. “You have a crush on me?”

Bradley gives you a look of confusion, his hands on your shoulders. “Well, yeah, honey,” he says. His brings his thumb up to swipe at a tear collecting in the corner of your eye. “That’s why I asked you out.”

You blink at him. So … it wasn’t a joke? He didn’t do it to make fun of you? “I— are you serious?”

Bradley frowns at you. His eyebrows pinch in the middle. “Why wouldn’t I be?”

Well, that’s the big question, isn’t it? You draw a shaky breath. “I don’t know, I guess because I’m not— I mean, I’m not really like other girls, Brad.”

Bradley continues to look even more confused than before. “So?” He asks, incredulous. “That’s why I like you so much, babe.”

What? This is not how you thought this would go. Why isn’t he getting it?

“But— but I’m big,” you say, feeling a bit sick. You don’t like to call yourself big, you know it doesn’t matter, but it’s the only way to make Bradley understand. “I don’t have a nice body. And. And I’m too quiet. I thought maybe you didn’t turn up because …”

You trail off. Because I’m fat. Because I’m shy. Because you’re lean and handsome and I’m nowhere near to being in your league. All things you’ve been thinking since he didn’t show up to your date. You don’t say them out loud, but they hang in the air between you and Bradley like burning hot stars anyway.

Bradley stares at you hard. You feel the heat of your confession on your neck, your cheeks.

“Honey,” he says, serious and sweet simultaneously. “Sweet girl. I’m so sorry I made you feel that way.”

You duck your head. The way he’s looking at you is too much. If he keeps this up you’ll be a puddle in seconds.

“It’s not your fault,” you say quietly. It’s not. Really, it’s your own for assuming the worst of him.

“Doesn’t matter,” Bradley says firmly. “I upset you, didn’t I? I’m really sorry.” He slides his hand under your chin. You know you have more pudge there than another girl would. And yet, you find you don’t mind his touch as much as you feared you would. “Would you look at me?”

Shy, you tilt your head up with the help of his gentle hand until you’re meeting his eyes. You’re struck, suddenly, by how close he is.

Bradley smiles. He’s so, so handsome you almost feel sick by it.

“I really like you,” he says, earnest. “So much. I don’t mind that your body is different. Everyone’s body is different, isn’t it? It’s not a bad thing, and I happen to really like how you look. You’re beautiful exactly the way you are.”

You blink rapidly. Your chest feels like it’s on fire. You don’t think you’ve ever been spoken to in such an honest tone, with such lovely words. It sets you aflame from the inside out. You’re melting, a lovesick puddle of a girl.

“I don’t mind that you’re quiet, either,” he says, and somehow he’s just getting lovelier by the second, and you can’t believe you ever thought he had ill intentions when he’s being so achingly kind to you. “I think I talk quite enough for the both of us, don’t you?”

You laugh, breathless. You’re hyper aware of his hand on your face, of his chest where it’s inches from yours. Normally you’d feel self conscious with another person so close to you, your insecurities on display in full. With Bradley, and the way he’s looking at you, soft brown eyes and a kind smile, you feel special. A flower blooms in your chest, rearing towards Bradley like he’s the sun.

“I’m so sorry for ruining our first date,” Bradley says in a low voice. He brings a hand to your waist. You feel his heat through your clothes. He’s touching you like you’re something precious, like porcelain or starlight. “Do you think you could give me another chance?”

Well, when he asks like that, you know you couldn’t say no even if you wanted to.