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im-not-samantha-im-samanta · 1 year

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{Jervis Tetch having teaparties with an autistic s/o}

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A few words from author: Hello there guys, long time no see! ^^"

I know I've been really inactive lately, but I needed a mental health break, hope you can understand.

Anyways, I got pulled into a new fandom yet again, so here I present you imagines for the Batman franchise, specifically imagines for Gotham!Jervis. ✧⁠◝⁠(⁠⁰⁠▿⁠⁰⁠)⁠◜⁠✧

Hope y'all will enjoy these, especially my fellow babycakes who are also on the autism spectrum! Tried to include more than just the traits I experience. <3

Settings: Can be read as both romantic and platonic

Genre: Pure fluff ^^

!TRIGGER WARNING!: Hints of typical Jervis stuff, swear words here and there, and I think that's all ^^

Sidenote: I'm still new to the Batman franchise, and this is my first time writing Gotham Jervis, I'm sorry if he's too ooc (⁠༎ຶ⁠ ⁠෴⁠ ⁠༎ຶ⁠)

Sidenote: s/o can be interpreted as significant other (as in romantic) or special one (as in platonic)

Sidenote: gender of reader is not specified, but I genuinely apologize if reader description leans more into a feminine sense

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~Jervis is not a good man,

~he's very far from it,

~But he can be a decent person if he wants to be,

~and for you, he'd gladly be more than a decent person, <3

~or more like a decent little lovestruck madman

~But only for you, nobody else,

~And so, despite really needing for his teaparties to be exactly that certain way he likes them,

~he does go out of his way to accommodate to your needs and preferences,

~He really wants for you to enjoy his teaparties and be comfortable, ;^;

~You're his Alice after all, you deserve the best!

~And what all that means?

~Well, glad you asked! :3

~First off, if you don't like the cutlery, cups and dishes he uses, he doesn't get upset,

~he lets you bring your own if you wish and need that,

~he respects that, and doesn't make a fuss about it even if he'd literally never allow for anyone else to refuse to use his treasured beautiful porcelain teaparty set,

~that's how dear you are to him, <3

~On another note, if you're like me and don't necessarily need your own dishes, cups and cutlery BUT you do favour some dishes, cups and cutlery over the others,

~and if you do subconsciously create a routine to use a specific pair of cutlery, cups and dishes,

~then Jervis always makes sure you get to use that specific pair on any of his teaparties,

~and he reserves that specific pair of cutlery, cups and dishes just for you,

~No-one, and I mean no-one is allowed to use that specific pair anymore,

~the moment you show you prefer that pair, everyone else loses their privileges to use that pair,

~Now another thing - Safefood and Samefood,

~Jervis is really good at making various snacks and treats for his teaparties,

~so, each teaparty you'll have wide variety of things to choose from,

~and he tends to come up with something new all the time,

~However, if you show you prefer to eat the same snacks at each teaparty,

~and if you show to be uncomfortable or distressed at not being able to get your usual,

~Jervis will go out of his way to make sure that on each of his teaparties you get to have the same snacks,

~Of course he'll also include some new treats too because he himself can't eat the same thing all the time,

~but you definitely get to have your samefood at each teaparty,

~he always makes sure that you do, <3

~Also, if you have any specific safefood, Jervis always includes it on his teaparties,

~even if the food or drink is not that fit for a teaparty,

~Oh, and if you happen to not like some snack Jervis made because of the texture,

~then you won't see the snack on his teaparties ever again,

~that specific snack will be a taboo, ^^"

~Now another thing!

~Jervis likes to dress up for his teaparties,

~he really likes to look all fancy and wonderland like,

~and he would like that for you too,

~but again, if you have issues with wearing more fancy clothes due to them being uncomfortable or something,

~Jervis will be more understanding, and won't force you to dress up for him,

~he doesn't want you to get exhausted and distressed from wearing something that you do not like, ;^;

~After all, his teaparties are meant to be a pleasant experience for you where you can be yourself and feel happy,

~unlike how his teaparties work for others

~However, if you're willing to dress up for him, Jervis will be ecstatic,

~and if you don't have anything that would be that fit for the specific vibe Jervis craves so much,

~just ask him, cuz Jervis has so many costumes for that purpose,

~But don't worry!

~If you are sensitive to certain materials, and if you wouldn't find any good costume for your liking,

~then Jervis definitely would be up to getting you a custom outfit for his teaparties, only made of materials you can stand, <3

~Aaand here goes another thing!

~If you are sensitive to noise, Jervis makes sure that the teaparties are held in peace,

~he makes sure the place isn't loud, he himself talks gently and at a volume you can tolerate,

~he even controls his reactions a lot to make sure he won't startle you or anything,

~which can sometimes be a little hard for him, but he tries his best for you,

~oh, and his men are usually not allowed to be around either,

~they are usually ordered to be in a different room or something,

~and damn, if they ever disturb or are too loud and make you distressed...

~well, I'm sure you can imagine what happens... (⁠^⁠～⁠^⁠;⁠)⁠ゞ

~However if you are the opposite and you like noise,

~then Jervis goes all out, he doesn't hold back,

~he talks at a slightly louder volume, he's expressive, enthusiastic, impulsive and if wanted, he lets some intense classical music (or maybe a different genre if you ask nice enough) be played in the background,

~and of course he lets you be as loud as you want, <3

~you can talks as loud as you please, you can make noise and stim, no shame, no holding back,

~and if you really are sensory seeking, you're allowed to touch anything that catches your interest,

~sometimes Jervis will even prepare random yet interesting decorations, wanting to see whether or not will that item catch your interest,

~Also if you like crunchy food, then Jervis makes sure you get as much of it as you'd like,

~if your sensory seeking makes you crave physical contact, you get all of it,

~you can sit close and lean on him, you can mess with his hands, trace his face,

~Jervi's favourite form of physical contact is holding your hand and squeezing it, ^^

~and if you like getting your hair brushed and played with, then that also happens a lot because that's the second form of physical contact Jervis simply adores,

~And probably the last thing,

~if you feel like talking, you can talk as much as you'd like,

~you can talk and talk about whatever you want, Jervis will listen intently,

~Jervia adores hearing you talk, especially about your special interest, no matter what it is,

~And just between you and me, Jervis will deliberately ask you questions regarding your special interest to get you to talk,

~and then he just sits back and watches you with a satisfied, loving smile as you go on and ramble his ears off,

~he loves it,

~And well, that's probably all I can say for now, ^^

~Well, how do I end this...

~Jervis really isn't a good man,

~but he tries to be his best self when he's with you,

~you mean so much to him,

~you're his greatest treasure, and he'll do anything to keep you around, ;^;

~I mean, he won't change who he is,

~but he definitely tries to be a slightly better man with you, <3

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chahnniesroom · 5 months

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Even if the Hanahaki fic won't follow the usual guideline most fics in with AU do, I'll still enjoy it. I literally enjoy all your works, or at least the ones you have posted here. For example, in 'From this day forward' I adored the fun dynamic you've set up between the pair, a certain playfulness never leaving it, no matter how sweet things became. Or in 'For better, for worse', how both the Reader and Minho were held responsible for their poor relationship, and how despite everything, Minho realised that he still cared for his wife. Don't let me mention 'For richer, for poorer', because that one just left me with glistening eyes. I felt for the Reader, as someone who most of the time makes things for others as gifts. It was all just thought out well and portrayed even better on your part, I loved it. And 'In sickness and in health'? It was just the fluff I needed after all that angst, Seungmin's soft side shining brightly that he likes to hide most of the time. (I won't even mention 'Tenderness' here, as I already rambled about it on my blog enough, haha.)

What I'm trying to say is that you portray emotions very well in your stories, captivating your audience. I'm sorry for this impromptu essay, I hope it won't intimidate or overwhelm you. I just want you to see the beauty that you create and that there are people who absolutely adore them, no matter how active or inactive you are here :)

-that one anon (who could be called 🦦 anon, if that is alright with you)

🦦 anonnnnn 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

i'm sorry for the late reply but you literally left me speechless. like no words could express how much this means to me, i am so so thankful 🥹🥹 i like most my work too, enough that i am willing to post it, but have found myself being really insecure about my posts, especially since i took such a long break and tend to get caught up comparing myself with others. i discourage myself easily, which is something i know i need to work on. i know i've said it before but messages like me are really what motivate me to keep writing, otherwise it would be so easy to just let my drafts collect dust or never even make it to the point of becoming a draft. writing is an extremely long process for me and it is an honour and still unbelievable to me that my works have been able to reach other people and affect them in this way.

thank you so so much for leaving such a lovely and wonderful message.

#ask #🦦 anon #from this day forward #for better for worse #for richer for poorer #in sickness and in health

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tonberry-yoda · 1 year

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AAAAH SORRY FOR BEING SO INACTIVE IM BEING BOMBARDED WITH EXAMS

HOW HAVE U BEEN

I really hope u have been well and u have been HYDRATING BC IF U HAVENT I WILL SPAWN BY UR BED AT 4AM AND FORCE U TO DRINK WATER🤬🤬💞💞

Jokes aside i hope ur well fr

I started breaking bad right and i stomped upon this gem just the right time.

He will cook crystal meth with dragona!!💯💯

HI LOVE!!! Don't apologize, I know how life can be!

But even so, I'

But even so, I'm really happy to see you back!! I've been super happy lately because the weather is really nice where I live and my motivation is back!!!!

AND DONT WORRY IVE BEEN SUPER DUPER HYDRATED I PROMISE!!! I love water way too much lolol

I hope you're well too!!! I've really missed your fun messages, so I'm really glad to see you again! And I hope you're enjoying breaking bad lmao. my brother watched it and said it was good, but I haven't watched it yet, perhaps I should...

Well anyway, I've been good! I hit 1,000 followers and opened my requests, so things are going really well!!!!

I hope you're doing well and staying hydrated!! Sending lots of love and hugs!!!

#tonberry answers #asks

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xxeie · 6 years

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im back with my first drawing of 2019 and its of the chaotic elves with hot new looks

#taz #the adventure zone #taz balance #taako #lup #taaco twins #my art #elistarsonet #artist's on tumblr #i go back to school tmwr and i am not ready #sorry for being so inactive lately i have been enjoying my break

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elegantwoes · 2 years

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The chapter starts off with Jon defeating boys older, bigger, and stronger than him, and being exhausted in the end. However poor Jon isn't allowed to rest for a small moment by our unfriendly neighbour Alliser Thorne:

Jon took off his helm as the other boys were pulling Grenn to his feet. The frosty morning air felt good on his face. He leaned on his sword, drew a deep breath, and allowed himself a moment to savor the victory. “That is a longsword, not an old man’s cane,” Ser Alliser said sharply. “Are your legs hurting, Lord Snow?”

I gotta say there's something strangely charming about how bitter Alliser is.

Most were two or three years his senior, yet not one was half the fighter Robb had been at fourteen. Dareon was quick but afraid of being hit. Pyp used his sword like a dagger, Jeren was weak as a girl, Grenn slow and clumsy. Halder’s blows were brutally hard but he ran right into your attacks. The more time he spent with them, the more Jon despised them

Jon is delightfully ruthless in the description of his fellow brothers and I am enjoying it immensly. I love it when Jon is so snarky and rude.

No one had told him the Night’s Watch would be like this; no one except Tyrion Lannister. The dwarf had given him the truth on the road north, but by then it had been too late. Jon wondered if his father had known what the Wall would be like. He must have, he thought; that only made it hurt the worse.

I really resent Ned's inability to communicate with his children and condemning them with his inaction. This is the second time he does it. First with Sansa during the trdent incident and now with Jon. He really hurts them both and god dammit I really hate him when he does it. Sure he does sacrifice his honor and life for them, but that still doesn't excuse his behavior.

As he watched his uncle lead his horse into the tunnel, Jon had remembered the things that Tyrion Lannister told him on the kingsroad, and in his mind’s eye he saw Ben Stark lying dead, his blood red on the snow. The thought made him sick. What was he becoming? Afterward he sought out Ghost in the loneliness of his cell, and buried his face in his thick white fur.

Kind of dark, but at the end of the day it's only an impulsive intrusive thought. So it's okay. I forgive you, my dear.

He missed his true brothers: little Rickon, bright eyes shining as he begged for a sweet; Robb, his rival and best friend and constant companion; Bran, stubborn and curious, always wanting to follow and join in whatever Jon and Robb were doing. He missed the girls too, even Sansa, who never called him anything but “my half brother” since she was old enough to understand what bastard meant.

A lot of people have a great deal of opinion on this line. Interperting it as Jon resenting Sansa. However that doesn't really go hand in hand with the more fond thoughts he has of her in future chapters. When you keep that in mind this line sounds like Jon wanting to be accepted and validated by Sansa. Anyway, I digress.

The recruits all called him Toad. The other two were the ones Yoren had brought north with them, Jon remembered, rapers taken down in the Fingers. He’d forgotten their names. He hardly ever spoke to them, if he could help it. They were brutes and bullies, without a thimble of honor between them.

I know a lot people of see that Jon's behavior towards his fellow recruits to be rooted in classism, and while that is valid and worth to call out, we should also keep in mind he is just as much judging them for their ugly criminal behavior. Some of them are rapers and Jon is allwowed to hate them. Sorry not sorry.

Jon stood up. “I’ll break the other one for you if you ask nicely.” Grenn was sixteen and a head taller than Jon. All four of them were bigger than he was, but they did not scare him. He’d beaten every one of them in the yard.

I really shouldn't be egging him on, but Jon is so funny when he is an asshole. I. absolutely. love. it.

“You looked bad before I ever met you,” Jon told him. The boy who had his arm jerked upward on him, hard.

Careful, Jon. Don't go around calling people ugly. If you do then the fandom will demand that you end up with ugly, villainous older people who abuse you. Oh wait, the fandom only demands that of Sansa. Edit: Fuck, I just realized. The fandom does demand this of you (i.e Ygritte). So technically you did get the Sansa treatment :(

Not my mother, Jon thought stubbornly. He knew nothing of his mother; Eddard Stark would not talk of her. Yet he dreamed of her at times, so often that he could almost see her face. In his dreams, she was beautiful, and highborn, and her eyes were kind.

I can't help be reminded of what GRRM often likes to do. He gives his characters what they desire but in the worst way possible. Based on that Jon's mother cannot be Ashara Dayne. That lacks any conflict. George RR Martin will not make it this easy for Jon.

“A bully?” Jon almost choked on the word. The accusation was so unjust it took his breath away. ... “Don’t call me that!” Jon said sharply, but the force had gone out of his anger. Suddenly he felt ashamed and guilty. “I never … I didn’t think …”

As much there's truth to this statement, I cannot really hold Jon too accountable for his behavior. Sure he's wrong to misdirect his anger at others (particularly Ned, Benjen, and even Alliser) onto the recruits, but at the end of the day, but the injustice done to Jon and how everything he ever wanted is impossible prevents me from judging hm too much.

Jon smiled at him. “I’m sorry about your wrist. Robb used the same move on me once, only with a wooden blade. It hurt like seven hells, but yours must be worse. Look, if you want, I can show you how to defend that.”

Look at Jon, acting so mature and attempting to make friends.

“I’ll take that wager, Ser Alliser,” Jon said. “I’d love to see Ghost juggle.” Ser Alliser never took his eyes from Jon. As the laughter rolled around him, his face darkened, and his sword hand curled into a fist. “That was a grievous error, Lord Snow,” he said at last in the acid tones of an enemy

But then the short moment of peace goes downhill. While this wasn't the most brightest move by Jon, what does it say about Alliser who picks a fight with young boy who is half his age? In this house we don't like the bullies of children, whether their name is Alliser or Cujo come again. Leave the children alone.

#asoiaf reread project #rereading agot #Jon Snow #I sounds like a Jon apologist in this chapter #but I proudly accept that title #Ned Stark critical

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classic80sand90smovieloves2 · 4 years

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Meeting and Dating J.D.

(Not my gif)(Requested by anonymous and @poruchik-logy)

(Sorry about the inactivity lately. With the holidays coming up, I’ve been a bit busy. Plus, I’ve written a post or two on my other blogs which means no post on this one. Anyways, hope you enjoy!)

- You meet J.D. when he transfers to your school. You’re in study hall when you just so happen to look up and make eye contact with the boy while glancing around the room.

- For the rest of the period, you feel like someone's watching you, and lo and behold, every time you sneak a glance his way, his eyes are on you. He doesn’t even try to hide the fact that he was looking, he just raises an eyebrow at you when you turn and meet his gaze.

- You spot him in the lunchroom later that day and ask your friends about him though they don’t have much information besides his name and where he moved from which they got from one of their teachers forcing him to introduce himself to the class. He was a mystery …and boy were you intrigued.

- You have your first conversation at the local Snappy Snack Shack. You’d just popped in to grab a little junk food, only to find him stalking through the store in his black trench coat. You figured you’d dance around each other until one of you left but before you knew it, he’d sauntered up to you and interjected that you looked familiar.

- Before you knew it, the two of you had introduced yourselves and began a sort of flirtatious conversation. He bought you a slushy and offered you a ride home on his bike which you coyly accepted after a moment of nervous hesitation.

- It was that same night that he returned to your house, rapping at your window and damn near giving you a heart attack. Even though it was terrifying at first, it was also sort of endearing and you soon found yourself joining him outside.

- Now, It’s your choice whether or not you sleep together that night. If you do then consider yourself kissed and claimed from then on. If you don’t, he’ll continue to show up at your house or hang around you at school until he gets what he wants. You.

- You suppose that your first date happened at the Snack Shack so from then on, the two of you were sort of seeing each other. Well, one of his favorite things to do with you is not be at home so the two of you were hanging out in an empty lot.

- The sun went down and you were sitting in the dark, the glow of the moon being the only thing lighting up your date. You were sitting down and he was lingering on his feet somewhere behind him, sorta pacing from what you could hear.

- He knelt down beside you and you turned your head to look at him, only to immediately get pulled into a kiss that all but had you melt into the floor. It was passionate and somewhat rough, exactly what you’d expect from him. And you wouldn’t have it any other way.

- Well, he most certainly isn’t letting you go after that. I hope you like him babe because you’re not getting rid of him anytime soon.

- This man is fully willing to makeout with you in public. So yeah, there’s a lot of Pda.

- His hands are pretty much on you at all times.

- Pecks on the lips. He loves when you just give him a kiss for no reason at all.

- Rough, passionate kisses. He asserts his dominance by hooking his arms around you and pulling you into a searing kiss until you can’t breathe.

- He definitely calls you “woman” and a ton of other pet names ranging from cute to just plain annoying.

- He never would have imagined a girl like you would actually put up with him for so long …but boy is he thankful you have.

- He’s a little shit and that’s just something you’ll have to live with. He’s blunt, conniving and sarcastic, but he does care about you.

- He pretends like he doesn’t give a shit a lot of the time but he does, more than he cares to admit.

- Surprisingly enough, JD actually really likes cuddling. You’ll usually lay with your legs intertwined and your head resting against his chest while he wraps his arms tight around you.

- Jason's father sort of ignores him, they aren’t very close and certainly not close enough to be sharing affection besides; maybe, a pat on he back or something similar. So he craves attention and affection.

- He yearns for you to touch and love him but he doesn’t know how to tell you that he wants you to suffocate him with your own body. He’ll just try to repeat whatever it is he did to make you touch him or touch you until you do something to him.

- Hugs from behind.

- Husky whispers in your ear. He does it on purpose because he knows what it does to you.

- Motorcycle rides.

- Trying to get him to quit smoking. It never actually works but he; somewhat, tries to cut down on it for your sake. He thinks the fact that you care is sorta amusing.

- Cutting class together.

- Going shooting with him. The beer bottles and porcelain plates kind of shooting, not the Ram and Kurt kind of shooting.

- Dark humor. Although, sometimes you genuinely don’t know if he’s joking or not.

- He can always seem to make you laugh, even if it makes you feel guilty to laugh at some off the stuff he says.

- Hearing an alarming amount of gun and bomb facts.

- Going to Snappys Snack Shack with him.

- Junk food binges.

- He’s kind of a stalker if I’m being honest. He follows you around without you knowing, finds out everything he can about you, etc. You’re sort of like an obsession of his and that can be good or bad depending on the situation and to what extent you know about his feelings.

- He knows practically everything about you, ranging from your birthday to where you are at pretty much any given time.

- He’s not too great at all that lovey dovey shit but he tries. It might take him a little while to get the hang of it but he eventually will.

- Getting him to play the sax for you.

- Having his hand on your thigh whenever he’s driving.

- Making out.

- Hickeys.

- He likes when you wear his clothes, it’s like marking his territory without getting in trouble for making your neck different colors.

- Listening to morbid music.

- Deep existential conversations. What else do you talk about with your girlfriend besides the meaning of life and why society will ultimately cave in and destroy itself in a violent revolt?

- Late night phone calls from him. Be prepared to rush to your landline at three a.m. so that you don’t wake up your parents. You can’t even really be mad at him because he’ll just immediately launch into either a spiel about how he missed you or ask what your opinion on Manchurian candidates are; successfully silencing you in bewilderment.

- Getting random knocks at your window whenever he decides he just has to see you.

- Your parents either love or hate him, there is no inbetween. He’s generally pretty good at playing the role of the upstanding young man who cares a lot about their daughter; that parts real of course, but occasionally a parent will just get a bad vibe from him and his charade; though convincing, just won’t work on them.

- If that’s the case with your parents then you’ll sort of be forced to sneak out if you want to see him, which he’s particularly good at helping you do.

- Getting kept away from his father. He tries to keep your interactions to a minimum, especially if you have a much different personality than to the man.

- Incredibly jealous though he’ll always try to hide just how upset whatever situation you’re in makes him. He makes jokes and “forgets about it” as soon as you join his side, convincingly acting like nothing happened or that he saw nothing wrong with it but staying up the rest of the night wondering what he can do about it.

- Possessive. You’re each others, aren’t you? He’s yours and you’re his. Everybody belongs to someone and the two of you belong to one another.

- Is he protective? What do you think? If you ever complain about a person bothering you, he’ll almost immediately ask if you want him to kill them. You think it’s a joke. It’s not.

- Although it may seem like he does things just for his own benefit, he would genuinely do anything you ask of him. Sometimes he’ll surprise you with the lengths that he goes to make your life easier and happier.

- He’s hot tempered and kind of an asshole so the two of you are; most likely, almost constantly fighting. You’ll usually be yelling at each other or arguing passionately which is a problem because he thinks you’re hot when you’re angry. He’ll usually wind up trying to kiss you which succeeds in making things worse and having you give him the silent treatment/break up.

- He tries his best to give you your space but the instant you want him back, he’s all over you. He usually never actually apologizes but he doesn’t force you to when you’re in the wrong either so you suppose it’s fair.

- I love you’s are few and far between. He doesn’t really want to make himself seem too vulnerable so you only get them on rare occasions.

- The two of you tend to not talk about the future. He wants to be with you forever; which is obvious, and he wants you to be his; which is also obvious. But you don’t know if you’re entirely sure you can handle him. So, you try to just enjoy the time you’re spending together and not think about how things may end.

- You’re either the Bonnie to his Clyde or his blissfully unaware darling. Pick your poison.

#heathers headcanon #heathers headcanons #heathers imagine #jason dean imagine #jason dean headcanon #jason dean x reader #jason dean headcanons #jd imagine #jd headcanons #JD headcanon #jd x reader #80s movie imagine #80s movie imagines #80s movie headcanons #80s movie headcanon

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anemo-writes · 4 years

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hello travelers! again, thank you for putting up with my inactivity, it’s been hard to write lately haha. anyways, i thought this would be something fun to post and for everyone to enjoy, whether you celebrate Valentine’s Day or not :) (note: this will probably be more fanon than canon so please bear with me, i’ll make it as canon as it can be :’) i also kept this pretty short, so hopefully that’s okay too,, and sorry for this being late haha—i wrote this very late at night so don’t mind any typos you find please)

much love,

~ anemo-chan <3

(The Playable) Genshin Impact Characters on Valentine’s Day (Romantically)

super romantic; gifts you a bouquet of flowers and takes you out to eat at a fancy restaurant/cooks for you.

Diluc

He is nervous. He’s never paid close attention to the countless amount of people who have lined outside the tavern to ask him to be their Valentine, only to be rejected. There was absolutely no way that he would turn to Kaeya for advice, so unfortunately this was something he would have to figure out for himself. He figures that it wouldn’t hurt to go traditional, so that’s what he does; he buys a large bouquet of roses (which he had to get from Donna, seeing that at the hours that he ended work were very late and Flora’s shop was not open at the time—yeah, that was not fun) and presents himself outside your doorway, to which he invites you to join him for a late dinner—which he makes!

Lisa

She leaves a letter on top of your nightstand, paired along with a singular rose. The letter states for you to meet her outside of Good Hunter, where you find her sitting at a table with a candle dimly-lighting up the surroundings. She greets you with a warm smile, gesturing for you to sit down—the two of you enjoy a candle-lit dinner as well as bolognese she specially requested for Sara to make for the two of you to enjoy together why does this remind me so much of Lady and the Tramp,,

Tartaglia

Oh boy. It’s always a fun time spending a holiday with him, seeing that it could go two ways; one, he would be too busy to celebrate it with you on the day of, and he would take you out the day after, or two—have a store’s entire line of merchandise presented to you outside your doorstep, in which a very, very smiley Tartaglia hidden within the pile (after all, he was the best present!) After you’re done moving all of the gifts into your house (it took up the space of your entire living room), he tells you to cover your eyes and follow him. He takes you to one of the most well-known restaurants in Liyue (which currently doesn’t have a name because it is very late here!), and insists that you order whatever you want, and however much you want.

Zhongli

Over the years, he’s witnessed many, many couples celebrate this holiday and every year he’s wished to do the same. He finds the perfect opportunity to do so when Valentine’s Day is around the corner, and boy does he plan it out for the two of you. He’s even made sure to have his wallet on him at all times—it would be extremely rude for you to have to pay if he happened to forget his wallet. He makes sure to stop by to pick up a bouquet of flowers, as well as a bottle of perfume (not in a bad way, just to clarify) from Ying’er’s shop that he recalled you liked. He makes sure to pick you up early from your work place to make sure you made it to your appointment on time; after all, being late to an appointment was similar to breaking a contract, no?

surprises you with homemade sweets.

Fischl

Oh, she is so nervous—of course, she doesn’t show this. The entire week, she spent researching recipes to create a special batch of chocolate-dipped strawberries just for you—she even sent Oz to the nearby farms to “borrow” the freshest strawberries for the treat (the farmers were too scared to confront the talking bird who “borrowed” their strawberries, so luckily they got away with it). She dips them in a purple-colored chocolate (because what other color would she use, really?) and drizzles on a dark-chocolate syrup to top it off. She’s too shy to actually give it to you herself though, so she has Oz drop it off for her.

Ganyu

Even though she’s quite busy, she’s somehow found time to whip up a special batch of chocolate just for you! She shapes them into Glaze Lilies (which she found quite hard, which is why there are so few of them) and presents them to you in a neatly-sealed box. She’s quite modest when your eyes widen and tell her it’s the best chocolate you have ever eaten, claiming that she only followed a recipe, when she really made it from scratch.

Keqing

Like Ganyu, you have no idea how she finds time to create a perfect array of chocolates, which she made herself! However, with her tightly-packed schedule, she has to drop it off at your house in advance, to which you accept happily. She tried to decorate them with designs of cartoon-versions of your faces, but they’re a bit...messy. Nonetheless, they’re tasty, and to her relief, you enjoy them.

Mona

Somehow, she’s managed to scrape up enough mora to buy you a necklace; yes, a necklace, and a real one at that—none of that fake, costume jewelry stuff! She even added a pendant shaped like star, just so you could be reminded of her whenever you fiddled with it or even glanced at it. She’s quite flustered when she gives it to you, ignoring the way you ask how she managed to save this much mora to be able to buy something like this, changing the subject on how you should never-ever take it off (because it looks great on you.)

Noelle

One word: pancakes. (Have you seen the ones she makes for her special dishes? They’re frigging amazing) As a dutiful maid should, she wakes up especially early to prepare a homemade breakfast just for you, to which she serves to you just as your wake up in bed. The fluffy stack of pancakes are decorated with fruits cut up in heart-shapes, as well the words, “Happy Valentine’s Day, Y/N”, written neatly with chocolate syrup—it’s quite a sight to see, to be honest, and utterly delicious. Lucky you!

Xiangling

The day before, she tells you to meet her at the restaurant around noon. When you arrive, the restaurant is adorned with Valentine decorations, as well as a terrifying amount of food; she insists that she only made it for you, so you better eat up! Before she can show you the other dishes, the restaurant is suddenly filled with a strong, bitter smell—something burning. With a yelp, she runs into the kitchen, coming out a few minutes later with a tray of half-scorched cupcakes, their Gouba-shapes adorned with...a lot of burn marks. Oh well, it’s the thought that counts, doesn’t it?

buys/makes a present for you.

Albedo

Without your knowledge, Albedo has been creating a collection of artworks throughout all the time you had spent together. The pieces include portraits of you, portraits of you and him (sucrose helped with this), as well as just random sketches of the little things that remind him of you, such as the bare, snowy-white terrain where the two of you first met, as well as its flora and fauna. If you request it, he’ll even make the painting come alive (literally), and the two of you run to Sucrose’s dwelling, who is very shocked to see the pair of you running from a Frosted Lawachurl when she peered out her window to see if she could pinpoint the sounds of distant screaming.

Amber

Is there anything better than a matching set of wind gliders? Not only that—they were homemade! She spent the last couple of weeks putting together a pair of gliders for the two of you, customizing them to your tastes (which she nailed!) She quite literally drags you to the nearest hill to test them out, and the two of you end up challenging each other on who can get back to the Knights of Farvonius Headquarters the fastest—spoiler alert: she did.

Barbara

Oh, she would make the cutest card for you—the envelope is decorated with cute stickers (some of them even had her face on it; there’s nothing like promoting merchandise, am i right? jkjks) She also pairs it off with a box of chocolates that she bought from Sara—however, what she didn’t know was that in the box was a special-edition spicy chocolate truffle. With your luck, that was the first one you chose—and boy, were you met a surprise (it was so bad that you were begging Barbara to use her Vision on you, which she refused of course). Fun times.

Chongyun

He’s real sweet. After his expeditions and commissions, he opens the freezer (yes he keeps them in there, don’t judge him) to an array of ice sculptures, shapes varying from flowers, hearts, and such—although it’s quite the simple gift, he’s put a lot of effort into them, even putting in the extra effort to cast a spell to make sure they would not melt; it’s all worth though, when he sees the absolutely giddy expression on your face, and the look of pure awe as you pick one up and study it closely, admiring all of the details and work that’s he put in.

Ningguang

She sends out informants to find out what you like, whether it be something that your gaze settled on for too long or something you’ve mentioned while talking to her—on the day of, you open your door to a mountain of gifts, with Ningguang herself peering out from behind it with a calm smile and a wave (which was the opposite of your reaction, because who has that much mora to purchase all of these gifts?!?)

Razor

He doesn’t have a clue on what the holiday until Lisa asks him if he’s planned something for the two of you during one of his lessons. When he shakes his head no, Lisa suggests that he make you something, to which he sets out on an adventure to do, looking for flowers and flower stems to weave into a pair of matching bracelets—they’re not the prettiest, but he is pretty proud of it; after all, it was his first time making something like that. He’s quite nervous to present it to you, afraid that you might not like it, but all feelings of worry melt away when you slide it on with a huge smile on your face, insisting that he wears his too.

Sucrose

At first, she considers gifting you a present that she created herself; of course, with her work being alchemy, she isn’t sure if that would be the safest option, despite being talented herself. And so, she resorts to buying a present for you—she is very picky with the present though, insisting that it should be perfect since she could not make one herself. She even consults Albedo when selecting some of the presents (he doesn’t help her unfortunately; he believes that she should figure it out herself haha). Like Razor, she’s quite nervous to give it to you, but lets out a huge sigh of relief as you thank her happily for the gift, wiping a bead of sweat from across her forehead (sucrose bby anything you give us would be perfect,,)

whisks you away somewhere sentimental, where the two of you can enjoy a special date.

Beidou

It’s ungodly early in the morning when Beidou presents herself in front of your doorstep, announcing that you’ll be joining her and the crew on a special ride. She tugs you along beside her until you reach the harbor, where you are met with the sight of her ship adorned with streamers and banners, varying between shades of pink and red. Onboard, there is a table filled with goodies the crew collected and made, and boy do they look delicious. The group sets out to sea, and you take your place next to the captain, who even lets you steer the boat (momentarily, at least.)

Bennett

He takes you to meet his dads; yes, yes—he knows that it’s not the most romantic thing to do on a day dedicated to lovers, but he figures it’s just as important. Besides, they’ve been asking about you for quite a while—they even set up a small party within the Adventurer’s Guild, with the help of Bennett, of course. You spend the day listening to their old adventuring stories, as well as bits from Bennett’s childhood (poor boy is flustered from all the information his dads are spilling, but he’s still happy either way; after all, he’s with the most important people to him.)

Kaeya

He quite literally kidnaps you; one second you’re walking in the streets of Mondstadt on your way to work when suddenly someone grabs you by the waist and pulls you into an alley way (that sounds so creepy but i swear he means it in a good way). He only chuckles and shields himself with his arms as you punch him lightly, retorting that he scared you. He doesn’t care that the two of you have an overwhelming amount of work to do—after all, Valentine’s Day only comes once a year, right? Surprisingly, he doesn’t take you the tavern, but instead...Dawn Winery! Diluc received quite the surprise when he is met with the two of you standing outside his gates, with Kaeya requesting a wine/grape juice taste-testing. Yeah...you guys didn’t get any of that, but you did manage to snag a couple of grapes on your way out! Good for you!

Venti

You wake up in your bed, opening your eyes to see a very-smiley Venti laying beside you, chin propped up against his hand as he watches you yawn sleepily as you force yourself out of bed. You’re then presented with a handpicked-bouquet of Ceceilias, the freshest of the bunch, if he may add. You barely have time to thank him before he hoists you up in his arms and out of your dwelling, gliding over the city of Mondstadt as he whisks you away to Starsnatch Cliff, where he’s prepared a special performance just for you (and no, you don’t need to pay.)

Xingqiu

While he’s not the most romantic, he does have a clue on what people look for on Valentine’s Day; after all, that’s what cheesy-romance novels were for, right? Unbeknownst to you, he takes you on a date very similar to the one the main characters in his favorite novels partook in—and you don’t find out until you catch him peeking into the pages while you weren’t (you were) looking. Again, it’s the thought that counts—

doesn’t celebrate Valentine’s Day.

Jean

Sadly, she probably forgets about the holiday. She’s too busy holed-up in her office to notice the couples gathered up in the courtyard, sharing moments with their lover. It’s not until she walks out to take a breather that she notices the commotion—she immediately calls you over, apologizing frantically. Of course, to this you respond that’s it’s okay, but that you would much rather her take the rest of the day off to spend time together, to which she reluctantly agrees.

Xiao

“I do not have time to celebrate silly human traditions like that.” He would say as you bound up to him, exclaiming that it’s Valentine’s Day, the day where you can give sweets to your loved ones, and asking if he had someone special in mind to spend it with. He’s irked when your gaze falters and the grip on the object you’re hiding behind your back tightens—he only grows more irked as you mutter to yourself how you’ll give the chocolates you made to someone else. He scoffs loudly, avoiding your gaze as he lays out his hand in front of you to accept the chocolates (just because he doesn’t celebrate the holiday doesn’t mean he can’t get jealous!)

#anemo-writes #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #genshin impact #genshin impact scenarios #genshin impact imagines #THE WAY THIS IS A DAY LATE #can you tell that i’ve never written for zhongli before :’)#bennett’s is my favorite i almost cried while writing it because it was so wholesome #diluc x reader #Childe x reader #zhongli x reader #chongyun x reader #razor x reader

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genshin-obsessed · 3 years

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See You Tomorrow | Xingqiu x Reader

Hello! Sorry for being inactive, I was a little busy! However, I did manage to get this fic out! I was really excited for it, which is why I partially edited it. Enjoy~

Word count: 1.1k

Side note: 😬 be wary <3

“Hyah!” Xingqiu cried out as his blade sliced through the last of the slimes. A smile formed on his lips as he took deep breaths when he heard clapping behind him.

“That was amazing Xingqiu!” You cheered, waving at him from your spot on the nearby rock. He returned the gesture as he approached you, his sword disappearing and reappearing behind him.

“Thank you, thank you. I’m available all week folks.” He joked, allowing him to hear his favorite sound in the world: your laughter. You hopped up and ran to meet him halfway.

“You’re so talented, Xingqiu! I’m jealous!”

“What for? You're stronger than me,” he commented as you hugged his arm, both of you walking towards Liyue, “you certainly don’t need my protection.”

“Hmm true,” you admitted, “but you’re such a good boyfriend! Finishing up my commissions.”

“Ah, I know. You’ve got me completely wrapped around your finger.” Xingqiu feigned exasperation as he spoke. “Probably this little one.” He said taking your hand and grabbing your pinky.

“Well, whatever shall I do with such a perfect boyfriend?” Xingqiu stopped and gazed into your eyes, signaling an incoming kiss. Both of you leaned it, however he pulled away before your lips could touch.

“Maybe you could appreciate me more.” He teased, making you scoff and smack his arm.

“I do!! I appreciate you more than anyone in this whole world!” His laughter melded with yours so well. Your sounds of happiness echoed in the nearby forest and they were enough to make anyone jealous. You two were so young and in love.

After a few moments of random conversation, Xingqiu looked at you excitedly.

“Are you ready for our date? I hope you haven’t forgotten!”

“How can I? You’ve been talking about it for the last week. It’s my special day and you’re the one who’s so energetic.” You huffed with a little pout.

“Well that’s why I’m so energetic. It’s… your day.” He commented, his golden eyes meeting yours. You smiled softly before leaning in to kiss his cheek. Xingqiu was so thoughtful and caring, you always wondered how you managed to get so lucky. Little did you know, Xingqiu thought and felt the exact same.

***

“Hey, Xingqiu! Heading out already?” Chongyun asked, as he came across his friend. Xingqiu was headed towards your meeting location with two things in his hands. He had a basket of food and drinks in one hand and a bouquet of flowers in the other. Chongyun recognized them as your favorites.

“Yep, don’t want it to get too late. Or keep (y/n) waiting.” Chongyun nodded with a smile, patting his shoulder. Your love really did make everyone jealous. You two were just so perfect for each other.

“Of course! Enjoy yourselves. And don’t stay out too late again.” Xingqiu nodded and quickly went on his way, while Chongyun waved at him. The exorcist watched his friend disappear before ultimately turning around and heading further into the city.

***

“Finally! All done!” Xingqiu exclaimed with a bright smile as he looked down at his work. Right at the edge of the cliff, where you could sit and watch the sunset, he was able to lay down his picnic. He’d set the food up nicely, along with two bottles of your favorite drink. Everything looked perfect and while he was inspecting his handy work, he failed to hear you calling to him.

Xingqiu did eventually catch your fingers in the corner of his eyes, making him gasp. He quickly picked up the bouquet and hid it behind him.

Cheerful as ever, you skipped over to him before hopping up and sitting on a piece of stone. Xingqiu quickly walked up to you, trying his best to contain his excitement- and nerves.

“My sweet, (y/n), I have a present for you! Guess what it is!” You pretended to think before meeting his eyes, as if you’d just figured it out.

“Flowers?”

“Wow! Right on the nose! What kind of flowers?”

“Hmm… they must be (fav flower)! Right?” He nodded again, with a laugh.

“You’re on a roll!” Something crossed Xingqiu’s eyes as he slowly got down on one knee.

Your bright smile melted into a soft one, as you met his gaze. Xingqiu took a deep breath before speaking. His voice wavered as his eyes pooled with tears.

“You know… we’ve been together for a long time. And I never thought this day would come. Honestly, I never thought I would fall in love. Life just seemed to take me somewhere far away from it, yet you found me there anyway. You’re amazing, (y/n). You make the difficult days easy to get through, you make the painful memories easier to handle, and you make the happy days the best I’ve ever experienced. Every time I look into your eyes, I fall in love all over again. It’s the best feeling and I wouldn’t give it up for anything. So… (y/f/n)… will you marry me?” A soft laugh escaped your lips as the words settled in his mind. You took a deep breath to ease your own emotions, not wanting to become a mess in front of him- especially at this very moment.

“Of course I will. I couldn’t imagine my life with anyone but you.” Xingqiu chuckled and sniffled as the tears spilled down his cheeks.

“Too slow.” He commented with a wink as he moved the bouquet towards you. However, instead of handing it to you, he placed it on the stone you sat on.

Here lies (y/f/n), beloved child and partner. One of the best adventures to ever walk Teyvat.

Xingqiu’s shaky hands touched the cold headstone, his fingers brushing against the letters. Why? Why did you have to leave him? How long could he continue like this?

“Don’t cry, Xingqiu.” You mumbled as he shook his head.

“Sometimes I wonder…”

“What?”

“If this is what you looked like.” Your eyes met once more and you could only offer a sympathetic smile.

That’s right, today was the anniversary of your death. Six years ago, you’d left this world. Although Xingqiu had picked up a nasty habit of imagining you, none of his friends had the heart to force him to break it.

After all, this image of you that he had created kept him going. It made it easier to wake up and face the day, it kept him from breaking down every few minutes, and it gave his life purpose. So they went along with it.

Maybe one day, Xingqiu could finally let go of you. But that wasn’t today nor would it be tomorrow.

“See you tomorrow, (n/n).”

“See you tomorrow, Xingqiu.” You smiled and waved as he walked away. He’d left the food and drinks that he’d laid out untouched, just like he did every year prior.

#genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #genshin xingqiu #xingqiu x y/n #xingqiu x reader #xingqiu #genshin impact imagines

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bjornswoman · 3 years

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Arrows

Requested by none.

Author's note: Hey guys! Sorry for being inactive all this time. I had some really awful thimgs to manage, but now I am free to finish everything that I am preparing for you. This is a little something that I found and decided to finish and post tonight. I hope you enjoy it.

Oh and however wants to be in taglist write in the comments. Thanks.

Oh and something else, sorry for any mistakes. I will write them correct later. Thanks.

Pairing: Bjorn x Reader.

Genre: Drama, romance, sad, fluff.

Summary: Bjorn is in his deadbed and remembers you.

Warnings: Death, spoilers from season 6B.

Low key he prayed to the Gods to take him to Valhalla and free him from his terrible nightmares. He was hurt and it was too painful and the nightmares hurt him more. Your face was haunting him. You were coming in his sleep to take him. Sometimes he saw you even when he was awake. But you were dead. You had died a long time ago. His mind played dangerous games to him.

Bjorn knew that he was going to die. Nobody would survive this wound and there he was. The Gods had favored him, he had one last thing to do. To beat the Rus. After that he would go to Valhalla, next to his great father and mother and you. The woman he loved.

He relived your death back then. In Frankia, after Rollo's betrayal when his mother was injured. He couldn't save you. He was late.

You were a good fighter. Lagertha herself had trained you. You were one of her shieldmaidens at first. Then you met him and your relationship started. Everything moved fast and you married early, but this was great. You loved this man and he loved you back. You have even made plans for a future traveling to new lands together.

The worst and most painful thing was that he didn't meet your child. You died carrying it. He died along with you. It would be your last fight after this child come out to the world, but, apparently, the Gods had arranged something else for you. Maybe you kept him back. He was made for great and remarkable things. After all he was Bjorn Ironside, he had killed a bear only with his bare hand.

That day was one of the worst days in his life and after all this time he had lived a lot of days like that one.

That morning wasn't good and he knew it. Something bad was going to happen but nobody payed attention to it. You to beat that traitor Rollo and his Frankish army. You had seen how bad Bjorn and even Ragnar felt about this. Rollo shared their blood. They were family.

You were on board next to Bjorn. His eyes were on the sea and your on him. Like any other time you wanted to look at him before this, tell him that you love him and kiss him hard, like it was the last time. Maybe it was and it really was, but you didn't know it back there, only the Gods knew it. You had a bad feeling about it.

Bjorn's blue eyes made it to you and he moved his body closer to yours. You smiled slightly and he did the same. His hand, that wasn't holding his axe, travelled on your belly and caressed you softly. His eyes were still stuck on yours and yours on his. You didn't want this moment to end but it had to. Without more thinking you wrapped your hands around his huge, muscular body tightly. At least as tight as you could.

Inside his hands you felt safe and loved. You weren't afraid, as you should be. You tried not to be afraid, but something that day tried to make you feel like it.

You closed your eyes and smelled his scent. You loved it. You loved everything that had to do with him. Your husband. The person you lived the most in the whold world.

"Is everything alright?" He asked you when you pulled away. Obviously, he could sense that somethimg was wrong, but he didn't know what.

"Yes, my love." You answered and your hands caressed his arms softly. "It's just strange to fight Rollo again. He was one of us. He was family." You continued and his hand made it again on your belly. It was flat. You were only on the second month.

"Don't thing about him, he betrayed us. He killed our own people. He burned out our settlement." He remembered angry and you caressed him again, trying to relaxe him. Before you start saying anything his lips pressed on yours in a passionate, hungry kiss. You needed this kiss. "You stay close to me in the battle." He said for hundredth time that day and you rolled your eyes. He was acting like you were a baby. "Don't roll your eyes at me (Y/N). I don't want you or our child to get harmed. So do this." He said again and you looked at him frustrated. You could take care of you. You were shieldmaiden for a lomg time.

"I am not a baby, you know." You said and he smiled, instead of getting angry, like you thought at first. His body was now pressed on yours and his hot breath fell on your face in a way that you hated. That bastard knew too well what he was doing. If there wasn't a battle about to start, you wouldn't resist laying with him, but that would happen later, or that was what both of you wanted to believe.

After these conversation everything happened really fast. Ragnar and Rollo fought each other and Vikings fought with Frankish. Your face was bloody along with your blade and clothes. You had listened to Bjorn and stayed next to him in battle.

But things got complicated when Lagertha was about to go help Ragnar and she got injured. Bjorn run to his mother and you kept fighting with some soldier.

"Retreat!" He yelled and you looked at him, holding his mother in his hands. He stepped in a ship and you tried to do tge same. Ragnar had got in and you were behind him. Bjorn extended him hand to help you and then it happened.

A soldier stabbed you from behind in your belly. Bjorn yelled. The soldier took the sword out of your body and you couldn't help but fall in the ship. Bjorn's hand wrapped around your body. You were hurting and hot tears were streamimg down your eyes. Bjorn was in shock. He was pressing your wound and tried to help his mother too.

"My baby..." You sighed crying. Even if you survived, that was impossible, your baby wouldn't.

"We will fix it, (Y/N)! Just don't close your eyes! Stay with me (Y/N)! Stay with me, my love!" He yelled but it was too late, you looked at him one last time and then at the sky. That was it you were dead. "No! Nooo!! Stay with me! You can't die! You can't leave me..." He broke at the end. You were dead and nothing could change that. His beloved with and his unborn child were both dead.

After that he buried you and continued his life. His mind was running to you. He even came and talk to you, when he wanted to take him mind off of things. When his father died, he came to you. When his mother died, he did the same. He even came before his battle with the Rus.

"I think that we will see each other soon, my love." Was what he had said. "My time has come." He continued and he left.

Now, after his injury, you were there. You saw you every single night. He relived the pain of seeing you dying inside his hands in that ship. When he didn't see you dying, he saw you talkimg to him, waiting to take him.

"Who is that woman that you are calling?" Erik the red dared to ask him. "Who is (Y/N)?" He asked again and in the sound of your name his heart started beating a little faster inside his chest.

"She was my wife. She is dead." He managed to answer. People knew about his lovefor his first wife, you. They just didn't know who you were.

He knew that he had to defeat the Rus. Then he would go to Valhalla. You would reunite. He just had to do one last thing. Bjorn gained all the power that had left inside his body and stood in front of the Rus and his traitor brothers, Ivar and Hvitserk.

All of them thought that he was dead, that all this was a trick. One of them wanted to prove it. He shot him once.

Bjorn remembered your first encounter. You were on the forest and fired arrows on the trees angrily. You weren't really good at it, but you kept doing it. Your step mother had managed to enrage you again with her stupid words. He had been there for training with his arrows as well.

You shot an arrow and it landed on the tree behind him, after it cut his arm.

"I'm really sorry." You said running to him. You knew who he was. He was the earl's wife's son, his name was Bjorn. You knew him, you had seen his before and you had heard the girls talkimg about him.

His hand took the arrow out of the tree and his blue eyes examined it. Then he looked at you.

"Did you just shoot me?" He asked and you couldn't say if he sounded angry, or playful. "Is that your way of getting a guys attention?" He asked playfully this time and you smiled.

You took your arrow from his hands and looked back at his eyes.

"I guess it wasn't, but now that you mentioned it. I have to find more arrows like this." You said in the same tone of voice and left him alone.

A second arrow made it on his body and he remembered your first kiss.

After your first encounter, you met again and became friends, close friends, but then the worst thing happened. You fell for him.

It was one of those boring feasts. Bjorn was getting the attention of a lot of girls and that amazed him. That only made you angrier. That night you caught him kissing one lady outside a barn. You felt your heart breaking and many pieces and you left from there, trying to avoid your tears.

For the next week you avoided him and he got enrage. One day he spotted you on the woods and trapped you between him and a tree demanding an explanation about your strange behavior.

"Let me go! I don't have to tell you anything!" You yelled but he didn't let you go. He was stronger and taller than you, so it was difficult for you free yourself from him. "Why don't you go to that girl for thag night?" You said before you could control your mouth.

After your words a mischievous grin formed on his face.

"You are jealous, that's it." He stated and befkre you could deny it, he continued talking. "Don't try to convince me that you aren't. I know you." He continued.

"I am not jealous of her." You said angrily and his grin only got wider. He knew the truth and you knew it, as well. The truth that you had fallen for him.

"Then why did it bother you so much that I kissed her?" He asked leaning his head closer to yours. It was the like the air that morning was gettimg hotter with each little movement he did.

"I-I....." You tried to say but nothing came out of your mouth. It was like you had forgotten how to form proper words.

"I will tell you the reason, (Y/N)." He said and came even closer to you. So close that you could sense his heart to yours. Your own heart was about to be ripped off your chest and you were sure that he knew. "You have fallen for me the way I have fallen for you." He continued and before you could argue with him, he pulled even closer and pressed his lips on yours.

You didn't know that you needed that kiss so much. His lips was the best thing you had ever feel. They were soft and sweet.

A third arrow landed on his chest and he reminded your death, again. The worst thing he had even lived along with his mother's funeral.

He was coming to you. Just one more movement. Before he do it you appeared to him and smiled.

"Do it, my love, and then come with me." You said softly and he gained his strength for once more, the last time. He pulled the sword out and raised it, for the others to come and beat the enemy. Everyone had gathered to beat them. They followed him. The king of kings. Kimg Bjorn Iromside.

He was now with you after a very big amount of time. You were in Valhalla, in Odin's Hall, surrounded by everyone you knew.

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sweetestlamb · 3 years

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Lighting Up Your Life

Author’s Note: This one took a while and I already have so many ideas for side stories but I wanted to get this out because it was meant to be a present LMAO sorry for anyone who I kept waiting, but if you care about me at all know that I’ve been inactive because I am doing so many fun things in RL. I am truly trying to enjoy every second of my summer break and writing takes hours. Please accept this and if anyone has any ideas for future shenanigans, you can drop a comment I would like to hear them. :D

I am so happy and surprised to be dipping my toe back into this fandom and updating stories that I loved but thought were over, I really hope you guys enjoy and any possible side drabbles I add later.

Summary: "I'm late." He turns slowly, meeting her eyes. She looks at him pointedly as if he should know exactly what she means. He doesn't. He has no idea why she's talking about punctuality at this moment. How is that important right now?

Contrary to what he's seen in idyllic movies, marriage is not the serene happy ending that's depicted. They fight, her screaming and him walking away; his defense mechanism since young and he's changed plenty since meeting her but some habits are hard to break. He doesn't get far though because at her first cry, with shiny tears running down her pretty face he crumbles, "Don't walk away from me, you're my husband!" She's always been possessive and since they met on that faithful bloody day she has considered him hers. But hearing that title, one that he hasn't shouldered for too long wipes away almost all of his annoyance with her.

He loves being her husband, adores calling her his wife. After all these years of loneliness he finally has someone who waits for him each day and waves him off in the morning, his person. He'd once called her a firecracker spitefully- stupidly- but he's learned that she's actually a volcano, once it erupts it changes everything in its wake. His very fiber has been enriched by her presence.

"I love you."

It depletes the flames in her eyes, another fight about him not being home enough. Between work and school he can barely find time to breathe much less entertain a certain author and she does not hide her dissatisfaction with him. No, she's never been one to hide her anger. But this time he's said the right thing and she scoffs before slinking across the distance they placed between each other, melting into his arms her small face disappearing into his chest. He snuggles her closer, planting a soft kiss on her dark hair which is longer now, flowing down her back once again. Her mother no longer having a hold on her. He'd been proud of every inch.

"You're just trying to stop me from arguing," she whines, but he takes it as a silent victory when she doesn't push him away.

"I don't want to fight. I'm sorry I fell asleep yesterday, I'll give you more attention." He'd taken a day off tomorrow to take her on a date, but that's a surprise. Despite their fiery rows he has never grown tired of her wanting him around all the time, he feels the same but it's harder to express that. Expressing himself in general still an uphill battle.

"Mmmm what to you mean by attention?" She replies coyly, tongue in cheek.

That innocuous sentence is all it takes to make all the blood in his head rush downwards. She's not the only one who has missed that.

He groans into her dark jasmine scented hair, louder when she chuckles deeply scratching manicured nails against the sliver of skin exposed by his hip.

"I'm hungry. Feed me first before you suck me dry."

He spaced out for a second imagining just that, him sucking her dry and her squirming under him squeals and breathy moans drowning the room. It's a beautiful image. His blood boils to a simmer.

His voice is thick when he responds, "What do you want to eat?"

Deja vu hits him recalling the last time he asked that question and her raunchy reply, you. He'd almost crashed the car on that day, clamping his legs together in order to hide her affect on him with those straightforward words.

She smirks as if remembering the same moment. Damn minx.

"I want noodles."

He takes a deep breath, calming his body before releasing her. Rearranging the hardness digging into his denim, he purposely ignores her satisfied grin. He's not ashamed of her affect on him, he's just a man. Or so he tries to tell himself.

"Okay that sounds easy enough-"

"And curry. Oh and those eggs I like and do we have brownies I want that too! And two bowls of rice."

He stands mouth gaping taking in all the food his very petite girlfriend has requested.

But in the end, he doesn't question her appetite feeding her everything she demanded to not do so would only lead to another unnecessary argument and little Gang-tae whimpers in frustration when she promptly passes out on the couch after devouring it all, barely chewing in between. He had to force her to drink water lest she choke.

It's not completely unusual he has seen her put away more food than her body weight before, yet she remains as slim as ever. It's quite the mystery.

He's able to easily lift her slight body off the couch and barely contain his coo when she automatically snuggles into him with a sigh, she can be cute when she's not raising hell. So about forty-five percent of the time give or take.

He undresses her, forcing himself to look away from the lace and silk adorning her seductive figure noting a slight bump in a belly. Maybe the food is going somewhere, finally. He pats her little belly, it's adorable.

His beautiful wife.

He strips himself down to his boxers and slides into their bed, dragging her into his arms before letting the fatigue of the day wash over him and knock him into a peaceful slumber.

When he is later jolted from his sleep, he has no idea why at first a quick check of the clock reveals that it's far too early to be awake, 5:45 the numbers flash. Pushing his hair off his face he finally realizes that he's alone in bed left with only a small indent of where his wife should be.

Then the grogginess begins to wear off and a gut wrenching sound reaches his ears. Instinctively he leaps out of bed, following the sound and winding up in the doorway of the bathroom peering through the darkness at Mun-yeong squatting on the cold tile floor retching into the toilet.

His heart instantly drops shattering into pieces.

Please no. She can't be sick. I can't lose her.

The thoughts race through his mind rendering him motionless, caught between the doorway merely watching his wife retch loudly but all it takes is her soft whimpers to break from free from his immobility.

Mun-yeong needs him now everything else can wait. Even his own fears.

Without a second thought he runs over to her trembling form, wrapping a large hand around her shoulder- completely blanketing her slighter form in his warmth. She visibly melts into his arms, looking up at him with large watery eyes. Looking so pitiful he wants nothing more than to protect her from any and everything.

"Are you okay?" It's an asinine question, the queasy look on her face and the smell of sick in the air more than answer it but he still wants to hear from her mouth. "I don't know. I woke up feeling sick and I've been here ever since." He automatically swipes the sweat drenched wisps of her hair, pulling it all back into a ponytail secured by his fist as she leans over to the bowl again but nothing comes out, she has nothing left to give. "Go. You shouldn't see me like this," she moves away from him but he follows her tightening his grip. He meant every last word of his vow, in sickness and in health. This is the least he can do for her and he knows without any doubt that she would do the same for him. "I'm not going anywhere. I've seen much force, this is nothing to handle for my wife." He denies with conviction, leaving the last thing on his mind. Her eyes light up the same way his own do when she calls him her husband, pride bleeding through his every pore. She looks like she's about to argue further but another episode starts before she can and he can only rub her back and mutter soothing sounds as she dry heaves into the porcelain circle. This goes on for what feels like an eternity. The sounds of her suffering echoing throughout the bathroom, bouncing off the tiles and ringing in his ears. When it seems that it has finally ended, with a sigh he helps her up and over to the sink where she spits and rinses her mouth with mouthwash. There are large bags under her eyes and a gray sheen to her usually plush rosy skin. "We should go to the hospital." Mun-yeong isn't someone that gets sick regularly, commonly joking that she would fight away any illness that dare came her way, literally. So seeing her this way as dismantled him on a very visceral level, all he can think of is all the terrible things that can be wrong with his wife and they all terrify him. "We don't need to go that far," she argues, already pulling away from him and walking back to the room. She never takes anything serious when it comes to her health he has learned, probably from years of parents uninterested in her wellbeing. He immediately grips her hand, stilling her. "You've been throwing up all night. We can't just go back to bed, what if there's something seriously wrong with you?" He's frantic now, thinking about life-threatening stomach bugs or a parasite lodging inside her and it makes him tug her towards the door urgently. But her next words stop him in his tracks. "I'm late." He turns slowly, meeting her eyes. She looks at him pointedly as if he should know exactly what she means. He doesn't. He has no idea why she's talking about punctuality at this moment. How is that important right now? "Late? For what? Mun-yeong you shouldn't be thinking about deadlines right now, you could be severely sick! What if there's some kind of parasite growing inside you?" A whirlwind of emotions sweep across her face before she lands on disbelief, utter and pure disbelief. "How are you allowed to work in a hospital? They must have hired you because you're pretty." She mutters patting his cheek, he stares back offended and confused at her words but a warm blush races across his cheeks at the back handed compliment. "Wha--" "My period. It's late, I haven't had it in about two months." Oh. Oh. Oh! "Oh." Wow. The implication is a punch to his gut and then his heart. She's late. They never explicitly spoke about having children but they weren't doing anything to prevent them either, there were many nights they would fall into bed and condoms were the last thing on their minds. They were a married couple it only seemed natural, so the possibility shouldn't be this surprising. But it still is. Them, parents. It’s a lot to take in.

"That's all you have to say?" She squints at him looking unimpressed. "I don't want to get too excited before knowing." He answers honestly, his stomach twists into knots at the thought of them being parents. Parents. A little wriggling baby that looks like Mun-yeong, it's too beautiful to even imagine. "Well if I am pregnant, you weren't too far off." He stares at her, confused before she continues, "Parasite." He lets out a loud huff, protectively grabbing her still flat belly offended for the possible baby growing inside. She laughs at the dark glare on his face, "You're already taking the parasite's side."

It's too late to go get a pregnancy test but he goes first thing in the morning, thankful that he’s already taken a day off from work. He cautiously picks up the test with a smiling baby on the front, his heart aches as he looks at it. Thankfully he doesn't run into anyone he knows and the cashier is more worried about some cat video on his phone to care about his purchase so he's in and out without a hitch. The drive back is silent, he's too anxious to turn on the radio so he simply drives with his thoughts running a mile a minute.

Am I ready to be a father?

Will I be a good father?

These two questions in the forefront of his brain.

She's already waiting by the door when he pulls up, some of the color has returned to her cheeks but even sick and pale she's the most beautiful women he's ever seen. He's almost mesmerized by the pale blue waves of her dress blowing in the wind, she looks like some kind of goddess. Wordlessly he hands over the package, heart firmly lodged in his throat. He doesn't want to get his hopes up but he so desperately wants to see two lines. He had read the box thoroughly during the ride. Multiple times. "Okay. I'll be back. Try not to faint." He doesn't react to her jab, too wound up to do anything but fall into the couch under the weight of the moment. The bathroom door clicks shut and then he waits, he hears the flush and then the soft roar of running water and then more silence and he sits up straighter impatient and nervous. When the door finally reopens he jumps out of his seat, rushing over to her with too many words on his tongue. "It better be a boy." Mun-yeong states with conviction and it takes a moment for him to process the words before he lets out a whelp of excitement dragging her into his arms, "We're having a baby." He whispers into her shoulder, and there is sniffling and then shaking and he wipes away the moisture on his face as she pats his back, "Aishh I'm gonna have two babies huh?" But nothing she says can touch him right now, there was going to be someone who called him “daddy”.

Sang-tae takes it in stride, looking over at Mun-yeong before saying, "It's a good thing you grew your hair back, you'll look better all huge and round with longer hair." He has to stop Mun-yeong from strangling his brother after his careless words, she chases him around their much smaller table now hands outreached, they had only recently moved out of the castle to a much smaller family home. Everyone else is beyond supportive, hugging them both and congratulating them. Jae-su cries loudly declaring that he'll be the best uncle ever, to which Sang-tae informs him that he'll have no relation to the baby because he's not Gang-tae's real brother. So for the second time he has to stop someone from strangling his brother. All in a day's work. Life is normal and he barely even notices a difference. Until the cravings start and the mood swings and the emotional outbursts. They're sitting on the couch one evening, watching some comedy sketch show when she inquires, "Do you think my body will change a lot?" He pauses looking over at her, but before he can even get a word out she's already loudly responding, "You started imagining me right? I'm going to gain so much weight! Why do you keep giving me all this food?" Staring back in his disbelief he looks at food laid cross the table, ramen, soy eggs, cookies and ice cream. He watches in mild horror as she mixes them together before eating a huge spoonful. She had all but demanded that he bring her all of this crying when he merely asked if she was still hungry after eating an entire pie of pizza. It was month four and her belly was steady growing, looking adorable on her slim figure. It made him unnaturally proud to see her looking pregnant now, it made everything seem more real. "You asked me for all this food and you cried when I questioned you about it." But logic is the last thing she wants to hear, storming off to the bedroom without a word to him in rebuttal. He sits in shock looking at the reminder of her food, it scares him that she can eat this horrid concoction but he's not stupid enough to throw it away so he finds a container and puts it all in the fridge. He starts cleaning the kitchen to waste some time before he hears the bedroom door creak open, he smiles with his back turned. "My feet hurt." Mun-yeong whines cutely as if she didn't just yell at him for basically no reason, besides you know. Hormones. He knows that her hormones are making her moodier than ever but her outbursts are still not appreciated so he turns around with a raised eyebrow. She fidgets looking everywhere but at him but as their impasse continues she sighs, loudly. "Fine. Imsorryokay?" She says it fast and jumbled together and really it's been so hard teaching her to say the words and teaching himself too because they are both not good at it. Hopefully they'll be better before the baby comes. "Apology accepted. Come here." He stops washing to walk over to the couch, patting the spot next to him and she eagerly bounds over plopping her dainty feet into his lap expectantly. She lets out delicious little groans as he digs into the heels of her feet and it makes his blood rush down. The massage barely lasts a minute before he pushing her back into the sofa and forcing out more of those intoxicating moans, giving her a very different massage. He's weak and despite her insecurities she has never looked sexier in his eyes, round with his child.

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"Ms. Witch you got fatter, did Mr. Gang-tae feed you too much?" Mi-joo asks with that air of innocent pettiness that only a child can achieve, he intercepts before his wife can respond seeing the sneer on her lips. "That's because there's a baby growing inside, Mun-yeong is pregnant." He looks at the young girl earnestly, waiting for her glee but instead she stares at them with betrayal in those expressive eyes, before running away. "I guess she hates babies." Mun-yeong says evenly before walking to the kitchen, not following the clearly upset child. He sighs before going to the kitchen to start dinner, he never anticipated that Mi-joo would be bothered by the news. Once the rice cooker dings and the chicken is cooked to perfection he goes searching for the two, finding them in the background on the stairs. Mun-yeong had a soft spot for the child, despite her cold reception at times. He's not surprised to see them there, that was why he didn’t follow the girl. They shared a special bond that he wasn’t fully apart of. "What's your problem?" Okay not the most sensitive start but it's Mun-yeong after all, he shouldn’t expect a miracle. Mi-joo sniffles before throwing herself into Mun-yeong's lap. He watches in genuine shock as his wife awkwardly moves her arms away but does nothing to dislodge the small body invading her space. He could never imagine having a baby with the Mun-yeong he met before, the empty can that couldn't sympathize with other. But this Mun-yeong he knows will be a wonderful mother, fiercely protective and loving in her own way. "Why do you need a baby? Are you trying to get rid of me?" The crux of the issue, it hadn't taken much for him to surmise that this was what made the girl upset after some consideration. She was scared about being replaced after just getting a new family. "There are much cheaper and easier ways of replacing you. You think I would become the size of a small whale for that?" Mun-yeong scoffs loudly and he shakes his head at her callous words, fully expecting the girl to keep crying but instead she starts giggling. "It's weird to see you with a belly. It looks like you ate too much food." "Stop worrying about pointless things. It's nothing that calculated. This baby isn't replacing you, honestly it was a mistak--" He coughs loudly to interrupt, that's definitely more information than a child needs to know and Mijoo seems cheered up already smiling and poking at Mun-yeong's belly with awe now instead of thinly veiled hatred. "We would never replace you. The baby is just another member of our family. A family can get bigger right?" He asks gently, not embarrassed to be caught eavesdropping. Mijoo stares at Mun-yeong's belly for a long time before answering. "Okay. The baby can join our family." Dinner is a loud affair, Mun-yeong eats three bowls of food before demanding ice cream and mayo, he watches in disgust. Wondering why their baby has such appalling cravings? Mi-joo decides to try Mun-yeong’s concoction and ends up spending the night in the bathroom regretting that decision.

It was her idea, but he had thought of it many times on his own. But without asking him she shows up at this job, she is a common figure at the hospital now. They had all mourned the loss of Dr. Oh but in the end he had stayed, he loved his job though it was challenging the patients were all amazing people and they inspired him everyday.

Despite being six month pregnant and having swollen ankles he had not been able to stop her from wearing high heels, but they were much smaller heels now at least, it was the only compromise she was willing to make after his whining and pleading. He hears those telltale clicks before he sees her and it hits him deep in his bones when he sees her waddling over to him, in a soft cotton yellow maternity dress with chunky white heels and a matching micro bag that he doubts can fit anything.

The sun pales in comparison.

He walks over to greet her, pulling her into his arms and pressing a soft kiss to her brow. He rubs her belly as he has been addicted to doing lately, unable to keep his hands off her belly especially since the baby started kicking. Feeling that for the first time was surreal.

“What brings you here? I told you to rest.” She rolls her eyes at his “ nagging” as she’s wont to call it.

“I thought it was time to introduce the baby to his grandmother, that’s the only grandparent they’ll have.”

It’s a sad reality. Mun-yeong didn’t recognize either of her parents as such and he only had his mother growing in the back of the hospital.

He turns to tell his coworker that he’ll be taking a break and escorts her to his mother who has been blooming beautifully, thick leaves now adorning her.

Mun-yeong speaks first, “Hello, it’s me again. I know I haven’t visited you enough, but I have good news today. I’m pregnant. This is your grandchild.” She pushes her belly out letting a branch rest on the taut skin and he feels his eyes instantly fill up with scorching hot tears. “I hope you support us and I hope I can be as good of a mother as you, I wish I could have met you.”

His heart aches for Mun-yeong and for himself, they both deserved so much more than they ever received but now they can pour all that love into their baby.

With his voice quivering he finally speaks, “Hi mom. I wish you were here to see everything, but I swear I’ll do my best to make you proud.”

They stand quietly for a few more moments emotions thick in the air before he gently pulls Mun-yeong away she shouldn’t be standing for so long.

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The cravings and mood swings and morning (afternoon, midnight) sickness goes on though not as frequently before the baby comes. Her water breaks and he has them in the car bags loaded, on autopilot. He drives carefully and ignores her as she curses him for his caution, there's no way he's endangering the most important people in his life. He feels like he has cotton in his brain the entire time, everything is hazy. Mun-yeong is wheeled off and they have to wait for her to reach the appropriate dilation and then she's screaming bloody murder from the bed, squeezing his hand so tightly that he starts to lose feeling. The nurses are all coaching her but she's screaming too loudly to hear them and he caresses her cheek softly getting her attention. "You can do this honey." He expects her to smart at the pet name but she softens before grunting and starting to follow the nurses directions, the doctor wedged between her legs repetitively shouting push. It goes on for what feels like hours to him so he imagines it feels even worst for his poor wife and then he hears the most beautiful heart wrenching sound in the world. The shrill screams fill the small hospital room and he starts bawling so hard too, staring at Mun-yeong's closed eyes. "You did it. You were amazing. I love you." The doctors and nurses expertly clean up the crying bundle before placing it in Mun-yeong's arms. A wrinkled face stares up at them in curiosity and he reaches out a single finger, watching as his baby instinctively grabs it and ultimately his heart at the same time. "You have a health baby boy." The doctor declares and he looks at his wife with barely contained glee, they had a baby boy. She got her wish. She glances down at the bundle in her arms more interested now, "He looks like a wrinkled potato." "Mun-yeong," he admonishes but she shrugs looking small and tired. She's so much stronger than him. "Hopefully he'll look like you soon." He wishes for the exact opposite. Sang-tae and Jae-su are the first to show up and Sang-tae is beyond excited, rushing to meet his nephew and refusing to let Jae-su hold the baby declaring that only family can do so. Then Ju-ri and her mother show up and the baby is handed off and Jae-su argues indignant that everyone has held the baby besides him and it's all chaos and their baby looks right at home babbling at all the new faces suddenly surrounding him. When everyone leaves and Mun-yeong falls into a well deserved sleep, he finally gets a quiet moment with his son. It's late but he doesn't look tired at all, wriggling in his arms while hypnotizing him with his mother's eyes, the rest of his features are too soon to decipher yet. "I can't believe you're here. Your mother worked so hard to get you here, we should let her rest. I don't know what kind of father I'll be. I never really had a father myself, he left before I could have any memories of him. I'll never do that to you, that much I can promise. I've only known you for a few hours but you're already my whole world, you and your mom. We're not perfect but we're going to love you so much." His voice wavers with emotion, before he laughs at himself, "Can you even understand what I'm saying? Dad is too sentimental." "I could have told you that." Mun-yeong's drowsy voice breaks the calm and he looks over at her sheepish. She'd probably heard everything. She surprises him by not mocking him. "Are you thirsty? Do you need anything?" She doesn't answer before making grabby hands at him, immediately he moves the chair closer so she can touch them both. She runs a gentle finger across the baby's head, he wiggles but otherwise stays still looking more tired with every passing minute. Slowly they both start to drift to sleep and he watches them with a soft loving gaze.

A week later, they're allowed to go home and he buckles up Byeong-ho, aptly named because he is the light in the their life. It's his first time outside and his eyes become huge once he realizes there is more than the hospital room they were confined to. He helps Mun-yeong into the passenger seat, buckling her in too despite her grumbling that she can do it herself. When they pull up to the house, he grabs the bassinet and gives Mun-yeong his arm slowly walking into the house. "Let's put him in his room." He says calmly despite his heart beating rapidly, it had been hard keeping the secret from her. She follows him easily none the wiser to what he has planned. He slowly pushes the door open watching her face all the way, her gasp is music to his ears as they both take in the room. While she'd been bedridden Sang-tae had been decorating Byeong-ho's room, lush colors fill the room now, a forest with vibrant trees and vivid skies. He smiles at the animated versions of them across the walls, Byeong-ho has been added to the camping van. His little head peeking out as they drive into the sunset. "It's a gift from Sang-tae." "It's beautiful." That's all she is able to say but he can see the emotions flowing from her eyes, he silently wraps an arm around her shoulder.

Breastfeeding is hard, harder than movies made it seem but she'd gotten the knack of it while in the hospital, Byeong-ho only stops after feeding for about an hour. Her whole body is sore, she's been tired since giving birth. Gang-tae had finally stopped moving, he'd feed her then put away the gifts they had received, helped her take a shower and played with the baby before collapsing on the bed claiming he just needed to rest his eyes. That was hours ago. "It's just you me and huh?" The baby coos in her arms, milk leaking from his fat cheeks. "You eat a lot for someone so tiny. You really must be my kid." She leans back in the rocking chair, a gift from Ju-ri's mother. Swaying back and forth, while lightly patting the baby over her shoulder only stopping when she hears his little burp. It's getting late, approaching midnight and she is starting to feel drowsy herself. "It's time to sleep." She stands up walking to the bedroom and smiling at her snoring husband, he is splayed across the bed haphazardly she tugs the blanket further up his chest before planting a kiss on his cheek. Then she opens the bottom drawer, plucking out a single copy of her new book. She'd been working on it since learning she was pregnant, it wouldn't be sold to the public. "Just for you. You should be honored, I'm one of the most wanted authors around." She boasts to her son, disgusted when he blows a snot bubble in response. "How uncouth." But she carries him back to the room, making herself comfortable in the rocking chair once more before opening the book, taking them both to a far off land where a witch learns to love herself and through that small act gains unconditional love from others. The one thing her father ever gave her and now she can give that to her own child in addition to so much more, she can break this cycle with love.

#It's okay to not be okay #psycho but it's okay #baby fic #baby moon #moon gang tae #ko mun yeong #lighting up your world #it's finally here #I want baby moon to meet GT's mom too #maybe a side story?#I finally wrote a preg fic #I literally never do LMAO

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constant craving | jjk

⇢ pairing: jungkook x reader

⇢ genre: drabble series, angst, unrequited love, idiot!jungkook, idiot!oc, basically everyone's an idiot

⇢ word count: 1.7k

⇢ warnings: unreciprocated pining, explicit language, themes of hopeless romanticism (!!), (slightly) unedited

⇢ summary: your best friend decided to confide in his best friend on how to win his girlfriend back after a fight. you tell him exactly what to say to her, however he is unaware that what you were saying was a sincere delivery of your once undeclared love.

♪ playlist: constant craving - k.d. lang, bad religion - frank ocean, misunderstood - lucky daye, neu roses - daniel caesar ♪

╰ series index: 01 | 02 | 03 | 04 (final)

a/n: hello my little loves!! this was definitely ;) not ;) an impulse write and release ;) ;) sorry for being so inactive lately. i've been focusing on myself (i know how cliche that sounds but it's true). anyway, enjoy this incredibly angsts fic i wrote at 2 am for absolutely no reason at all other than i'm an emotional sadist and a masochist. love u!!!! <3

part one: control

He was coming over for the third time this week. Third time. Three times is two more times than he'd gone over his girlfriend's house, but you did everything in your power to convince your inconvincible heart that it meant nothing. Friends see each other more than their girlfriends, right?

It was making a racket in your chest, that muscle that strained much harder for a man who had his pumping for the girl of his dreams.

But, he was coming over for the third time this week.

The first time he said this visit ranked, in his words, 'out of the question' on the degree of necessary that he come over and show you Star Wars. You played a good game of reluctance when asking if it was the entire series or just one movie, and in your head, you hoped to God it was the entire series. For him, you'd watch the series four times over if it meant you sat through this outrageously nerdy movie next to the even more outrageously nerdy love of your life.

The second time was particularly funny to you. He called while you were cooking dinner, almost as if he was in stride with you in a way that was an ounce too synchronized to be platonic, and asked if you were whipping up a delicious meal that he could mooch off of. Knowing he was a terrible cook, plus the fact that when he begged so politely you felt your posture unbind into to a puddle, you more than happily obliged.

This time, the circumstances made it harder to say yes, but not yet impossible. And it was a second or two before you heard that knock on the front door that had your once pounding heart come to a complete halt. It was still, waiting for you to make a decision.

Since it was Jungkook, of course, you'd say yes. And your heart would continue beating. Beating, as in sending sharp jabs that stained the inside of your chest with bruises. Beating, as in when the time came, the final blow of your constantly craving heart would devastate your entire being.

"Thank you so much, ___. God, I'm such an idiot." He walked in with all the confidence of someone who was a bit too familiar with your company. Jungkook's feet reintroducing themselves to your floors in the same manner as he would the night before, and the night before that, and the countless nights you kept secured in your collection of memories. As if he belonged there; as if he was coming home.

"An idiot with a great friend." That last word nearly withdrew the bile you had been ever so gracefully holding in.

"Yeah yeah." And he was comfortable with that same word, 'friend', that deepened your bruises into scars. He had absolutely no clue. Idiot. "I can't believe I broke up with her. I was so angry and acted on that instead of logic. Fuck, why would I do that to myself? I love her."

"Well, you never know. Maybe..." You hated yourself for not resisting the selfish temptation that was about to fall from your lips. The words you've been internally screaming to him to leave her and fall in love with you instead were diluted to something much more tame when your tongue formed them into sound.

"Maybe it was for the best. Maybe you guys are better off apart? To, um, grow or whatever."

"No." He said that with too much certainty and too little hesitance and just enough conviction to sink another wound in the organ exhausting itself in your chest. "She's the one. I know it"

"Jungkook."

He looked at you with all the earnestness of a man who carved his utmost and unchanging dedication to her. A look that any love-induced sap would kill for. A look he would never direct towards you.

Your eyes weren't under your control as of now. The glue that held them to his eyes, his lips, his hair, and every other part of him you dreamed of was more than a marathoned yearning. It was an adhesive twelve years in the making, not showing the slightest sign of wearing away.

"The way you love is something to die for..." And then he smiled at you, but still not for you.

You were utterly crushed.

"She'll take you back in a heartbeat. I mean, she has a brain, so of course, she will. Anyone would."

I would.

"I hope you're right." The couch was four feet wide at most, but there was an impressively vast space between you and the man who was sitting next to you. "Can you tell me what to say? You know I suck with words."

"Uh... Yeah. Of course. Anything."

If breaking hearts were a crime, then Jungkook would have much to atone for. You'd be convicted as a willing accomplice for holding on this long. Up until this point, you've let every small glance, every shy smile he sent your way, every eyebrow twitch conveying a meaning only you knew well enough to retrieve him from whatever awkward situation he needed rescuing from, every accidentally brush of his hand against yours, every purposeful embrace that lasted so long your tears stained his right shoulder string you into a knot of miserable, unrequited love.

And up until this point, you had hope he would choose you.

Each ring of his phone worked in tandem to reduce your undying devotion to Jungkook into a compressed seed of denial.

I don't love him. He's just my best friend.

Your pulse pronounced itself loudly in your ears, as a not-so-gentle reminder of how much you hated him for loving him. Somehow, your heart beat faster. Then again, anything was possible when it came to him. Anything except the miraculous event of him hanging up, declaring his love for you, and living in the land of happily ever after that only existed in your deluded imagination.

"Hey Irene! I'm so fucking glad you picked up."

He gave you that look. With the arched eyebrow, his widened doe eyes, and the slightly hung jaw, you read each feature better than words and nodded to signal you knew exactly what he needed.

"I'm sorry about what happened." You said, in a whisper, though the deflated volume of your words carried no implication of the unbridled sincerity sealed in them.

"I'm sorry about what happened." He repeated, laying down that same Irene-contrived smile on you that fostered a smile of your own, knowing fully it surfaced as a reflex from hearing her voice.

"It might be crazy to try this, because I don't know how you feel."

If the thing people say about your life flashing before your eyes during encounters with death, then you were sure your heart was about to consume its last pulse of blood. The scenes of you and Jungkook spending your Friday nights when you were a ripe city dweller in your shoebox apartment doing everything and nothing at all had convinced you that you were certainly about to go into cardiac arrest.

"It might be crazy to say this, because I don't know how you feel." Jungkook was so many things, however emotionally perceptive was not one of them.

"But I love you. I have loved you since the moment I met you." Those words tasted sweet despite fermenting in a chamber of your heart you kept preserved since, as you said, the very moment you met him.

"But I love you. I have loved you since the moment I met you."

"No matter what, I'd choose you. It doesn't matter how mad I am or how annoyed I am, I will choose you because if I know anything in this damn, cruel, punishing world, then I know that I'd rather be angry, annoyed, or anything else with you than without you."

He repeated your words, but dehydrated all of your sentiment from them. You were left with the remnants of the feelings, and none of the words from him you were so desperately starved of. He took them right from your throat, along with the very breath that seemed to keep returning because of Jungkook, molded them into his own, into a sequence of sounds that were meant for Irene. You were left hungry, breathless, and forever wanting.

Irene must have been smiling right about now. Who wouldn't smile hearing those things from someone like Jungkook?

"Because with you, I'm complete. My story can't end if I'm incomplete. Please, choose me back. Complete me. That's all I ask."

Then, you began to ask yourself another question.

If you make me complete, Jungkook, will my story ever end?

You knew the answer to that. You swore your heart beat in a morse code that told you everything you needed to know.

"Because with you, I'm complete. My story can't end if I'm incomplete. Please, choose me back. Complete me. That's all I ask."

Jungkook looked to you, before Irene could form the proper response, and smiled. It was the third time he smiled at you today because of course, you were keeping track. You knew it was his own physically linguistic version of a 'thank you' or a 'you're a life saver' but somehow, to you, it translated to something similar to a 'goodbye'.

Your legs miraculously rose and carried you to the back porch. The sun was just beginning to dip in the horizon, proliferating a warm orange that was about to subside to an indistinguishable and unpredictable dusk. Whatever color came after the sunset, you were ready to accept it, to memorize how it reflected against a world without the possibility of him. And even though the night will always embody undertones of orange, it was time to focus on the colors around it.

It was time to let go.

a/n: i might make this into a drabble series!!! if anyone would be interested in that please let me know :)) thank you for readinggggg <3

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Hello again! I meant to send this days ago, but what do you headcanon the brothers and undateables favorite Disney movies to be? Just thought it might be cute!

Oh this is adorable!! Sorry for my inactivity here, I’ve been too tired lately to write on top of drawing ;u; but the second I saw this one I decided on Diavolo’s and had to write the rest. I haven’t watched any of these movies in a long time, and some of them I’ve never fully seen, so please excuse any inaccuracies ^^

Also now I can’t stop thinking about an Alice in Wonderland AU ;u;

Lucifer

Anastasia

- Its... pretty much solely because of the music, and because Lord Diavolo likes it so much. He finds the music enchanting enough that the rest of the movie becomes more tolerable than most.

- Also I know it isn’t Disney but I could see him finding Who Framed Roger Rabbit entertaining.

Mammon

Robin Hood

- I don’t actually know how to defend this choice. It’s more of a vibes thing.

- Potentially falsely relates to Robin Hood and the things he does. His values don’t quite align with what others believe in and Mammon relates to that in his own way. He feels like he’s cheering on the underdog, and when others do too it helps him feel supported.

- Soft bb, likes the romance aspect and that Robin Hood ends up with the girl he loves. “Where’s /my/ Maid Marian?”

Leviathan

Atlantis: The Lost Empire

- Loves the aesthetic of it all. When the monstrous leviathan is on screen he gets a bit offended but it makes him feel proud too that humans have noticed him enough to make cool monsters based off of him.

- He also admires Milo - he’s not the typical prince-like character, but he’s admired nonetheless and treated as the hero.

Satan

Beauty and the Beast or Princess and the Frog

- For the former, he likes Belle and her dedication to reading. Also really loves the Beast’s library - if he ever gets a castle of his own that’s the first thing he’d put in it. Might relate a small amount to the beast when he gets angry.

- For the latter, he’s obsessed with the darker themes and Dr Facilier. Thinks some of his “parlour tricks” would actually be entertaining to try on humans and see how they react. Was ready to throw hands at the sad part towards the end that I won’t spoil.

- For both, he’s a little soft for the stories - he likes the simplicity of it all, and the happy endings help him relax and tune out the world for a little bit.

Asmodeus

Cinderella

- Like in the event, he sees himself as being a fairy godmother as sorts. Really adores the dress transformation, and finds himself inspired by it - he already enjoys dressing people up and finding outfits that they look good in and enjoy wearing, and feels like he’s making Cinderella’s out of people.

Beelzebub

Sleeping Beauty or Alice in Wonderland

- He isn’t a big movie person - he prefers the snacks and such that go alongside watching movies. However, he likes Sleeping Beauty because Belphie likes it.

- Thinks Alice in Wonderland is very pretty and likes the feeling of escaping into a different world. He’s a homebody, someone entirely dedicated to his family, but he likes that Alice wants to go off and explore and have her own adventures - he gets to experience, through her, something that he’s unlikely to experience on his own nowadays.

Belphegor

Sleeping Beauty

- I feel like this one is self-explanatory. Girl gets to sleep for a long time, he really wishes that were him. Also soft for the idea of being kissed by his true love to wake him up.

- Chaotic boy also cheers Scar on in Lion King solely to annoy the other brothers. Gets a kick out of the more emotional brother’s reactions (primarily Mammon, being real)

Diavolo

Anastasia

- He doesn’t have much time for movies, but when he does, it becomes one he’s obsessed with after being introduced to it. The simplistic nature, the guaranteed happy ending. Also likes that Anastasia is a royal, and that she got to go off and have her adventures and discover herself.

- Lucifer will tolerate watching it with him because they both like the music so that’s always a bonus - he doesn’t have to sit and watch it alone, like he does with most of his work.

EDIT: I can’t stop thinking about Diavolo having a little music box that plays Once Upon a December and he has it on constantly and December becomes his favourite month ;u;

Barbatos

The Hunchback of Notre Dame

- This is a vibes thing again. I think he’d like Esmerelda and Quasimodo. Finds the darker themes to be interesting, and likes how developed the characters are.

- Also finds it to be entertaining that he enjoys something that is quite inappropriate, considering the religious themes in the film and its commentary on perceived sin, him being a demon and all.

Solomon

The Princess and the Frog

- Like Satan, he likes Dr Facilier. He’s not very invested in movies, but the twist on the original story and the ‘magic’ keep him interested enough to sit through this one when the occasion arises.

- If he’s in the mood for it, he’s going to try and mimic some of the spells whilst watching to scare the brothers.

Simeon

Simeon likes all of the classic Disney films - Cinderella, Sleeping Beauty, Snow White, The Little Mermaid, etc.

- The style is pretty, the music is enchanting, and there’s always a happy ending. He primarily writes about men himself, because his stories are about the brothers, and so he likes anything with a female lead as it truly feels like a break from his work.

- He also likes seeing what humans find entertaining, and likes the downtime he gets when he watches the movies with Luke or with the MC, or both.

- Soft spot for Mulan - she stands up and fights for her family and her people, whilst also defying them in the process? She reminds him of a certain someone. He’d never admit to this, though.

Luke

101 Dalmations

- He’ll never admit to it but he loves seeing all the dogs. He thinks it’s really cute. Needs Simeon around to watch it though because Cruella de Vil scares him sometimes ^^”

- Okay but imagine he has a nightmare and it’s Lucifer is Cruella de Vil’s coat threatening to take his hair or something to make a cloak out of. :C

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