#sweetheart I am not ready to be a grandfather

[fluff-e-boy]

Well then

^ whore

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𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐟𝐞 -

— : [ nsfw ] yakuza boss toji, arranged marriage, unprotected sex, loss of virginity, pet names, fluff (he’s very ooc with reader, sue me) + breeding kink and mentions of pregnancy

— : wc : 1.9k

when you were first introduced to the zenin clan, you were shy. your father and the head of the zenin family were close, the alliance going as far back to the early 1920’s.

you didn’t ask any questions and like the good and dutiful daughter you were, accepted from the age of 16 that you would be married into their family. you didn’t have any complaints, your parents and older brothers and sisters were always good to you and you felt honoured that your father had chosen you and not one of your sisters.

now, at 23, you were to be married to one of the sons who would rightfully take over the family business as soon as his grandfather passed on.

toji zenin

just looking at him made you squirm. he was big and intimidating and his smile made you feel like he was in on a joke that you didn’t get. still, he was beyond handsome so you had no complaints.

he was always soft with you, different from how aggressive you’ve seen him be to just about anyone else.

“come sit with me baby” he chuckles, watching you leaning awkwardly against the door to his private home office.

“are you busy?” you ask, walking around the large desk to stand next to his chair.

“never too busy for my wife” he smirks, pulling you to sit on his lap. he kisses your temple and then your cheek as he wraps his arm around you.

you can tell that he is actually busy. he has his laptop open and there are stacks of money packed in neat piles on the floor next to his desk.

“couldn’t sleep?” he asks, rubbing your arms softly. it wasn’t necessarily cold in his office but it was cold in the house and the big bed felt empty without your husband.

“not without you” you admit and he laughs. it’s not to mock you, he never makes you feel stupid for your feelings despite everyone telling you how mean and rude he was. you didn’t care, he treated you just fine.

“i’m sorry sweetheart” he sighs, “i’m almost done here”

“toji…” you say, trailing off. you’ve been thinking about this for a month now and you weren’t sure if he was just being nice or if he was just keeping you around to save face.

“what is it?” he asks, turning his laptop off to give you his full attention. he did feel bad for not sleeping with you but he was a busy man and he was still a newlywed. he wasn’t sure how to handle these things all at once.

“i just… do you not want me?” you ask, frowning slightly. you don’t mean to sound so desperate but you were married after all and he hadn’t even…

“what, where is this coming from?” he asks and he seems confused. he turns you in his lap so he can see your face. you really were so cute when you looked so shy.

“you haven’t tried to touch me” you pout, “i know you’re far more experienced than i am but i thought you’d —”

“y/n” he cuts you off, cupping your face gently, “i’ve wanted to fuck you since we were teens”

“hey!”

he laughs, kissing you. you really were the sweetest thing.

“i know you’re a virgin, i would never want to force you into anything unless you’re ready” he says, “and besides”

you look into his eyes and he’s smirking again.

“i’m big, i don’t wanna hurt you” he’s so smug and you’d slap him if you weren’t interested in finding out just how big.

you squirm in his lap, moving your hips against him and he grabs your waist.

“watch it” he narrows his eyes, “i’ll take that as an invitation”

“take me to bed toji-san” you flatter your pretty lashes at him and his jaw clenches. he really couldn’t give a fuck about finishing any work tonight.

“mark your words baby” he warns, scooping you up and heading towards your bedroom.

you kiss his neck, sucking marks into it. you weren’t always like this but you’ve seen the way people look at him and even though he was all yours, you had no problem reminding them that toji was a married man. he was off the market. he was yours.

he grins, titling his head to the side to give you more access and you moan, biting down. he grunts, slapping your ass before laying you down gently on your expensive silk sheets.

“i didn’t know my wife was so slutty” he scoffs, pulling his sweater off in one swift motion. the way he looks standing over you, big and bulky has you squeezing your thighs together.

he licks his lips, pulling your legs apart and leaning down to kiss the inside of your thighs.

“let me get you nice and ready for me yeah?” he bites your thigh in retaliation from your own marking and you gasp, legs falling open wider.

your pretty silk panties are damp and he looks up at you with a smirk.

“that excited for me already baby?” he teases, just to see you try to cover your pretty face with your pillow.

he kisses the inside of your thighs, watching as goosebumps arise. you were so sensitive and he liked that a lot about you. he reaches up to pull your panties down, groaning at the sight of your pretty pussy glistening with your arousal.

you knew you were pretty, you’ve never doubted that but the way he looks at you, makes you feel so beautiful. you think your parents made the right choice when it came to toji.

he kisses your clit, earning a soft whimper from you. flattening his tongue against your pussy, he licks a long stripe from your slit to your clit, wrapping his lips around your sensitive bud as he slips a wet finger into your tight pussy.

his thick finger feels different from your own but it’s still so good, so much better than you even imagined and you find yourself moaning louder for him, grinding your pussy against his face.

he grins, adding another finger before scissoring you open. it hurts just a little but you don’t want him to stop, the pain doing nothing to stop the tingling sensation you’re feeling all over your body.

“feels good baby?” he asks, licking his lips as he watches you fall apart beneath him. it’s so sexy, the way you squeeze and pinch your nipples.

you look so disheveled and fucked out and it’s all for him. he feels his cock throb and twitch knowing he will be the only person to ever see you like this.

“i’m ready for you” you whine, “please, i want it”

he’s too weak to deny you anything and it should scare him but he can’t help the chuckle that leaves his mouth. a sweet thing like you had him wrapped around your finger and you probably didn’t even know that yet.

he strokes his cock a little, watching your eyes widen when you see just how big he is. you’ve never had sex before but you weren’t exactly innocent. you’ve seen porn and his dick was a lot bigger than the ones you used to see on your screen.

it has you unconsciously closing your legs.

“don’t hide from me sweetheart” he grins, “it’s all yours you know?”

he’s teasing you but he wasn’t wrong. all of toji belonged to you in the same way you were his.

he’s careful when he rubs his thick and veiny cock through your folds. you’re so wet and it helps ease the tension he felt. he would never hurt you unless you asked him to. he would do whatever you wanted.

“ready?” he asks, rubbing soothing circles into your hips as he leans down to kiss you softly.

“yeah” you gasp, “want you”

you’ve wanted him since you learned what it was like to please yourself. a silly teenager who didn’t know the first thing about sex aside from what you were taught.

he takes his time, pressing into you. the stretch shocks you and it’s almost enough to distract you from the pain but it does hurt. when his tip pops through, you cry out, eyes squeezing shut.

he kisses you gently, whispering praises as he slowly bottoms out. his eyes widen when he looks down and sees the blood. he’s about to pull out when you wrap around legs around him.

he can see you crying but you’re also smiling. he knows it must feel uncomfortable for you but he mirrors your sweet smile.

“you’re so big” you moan, moving your hips on your own and he bites the inside of his mouth. you’re so wet and tight and your velvety walls welcome him home like he belongs.

“don’t” he groans, “please baby, i need a moment”

he slides out slowly, watching your face for any discomfort. he knows how big he is, he’s always taken pride in his body and he can’t help but feel smug about your moans and whines.

he moans, thrusting back into you. he knew it would feel good but this is nothing like he could ever imagine. he doesn’t want to think about the women he’s been with before you.

he was arrogant when he was younger, refusing to get married to you or waiting. he feels like a piece of shit whenever he thinks about you and how loyal you’ve been, despite his reluctance in the beginning.

“more” you beg, gripping his bicep with the hand that wasn’t gripping the sheets below you. your nails make crescent moons in his skin and he knows it’ll leave marks. he hopes it bleeds too, he wants to feel you all over.

he picks up his pace, enjoying the way your moans get louder, the sound of skin slapping against skin is loud and he wonders if everyone in the house can hear you. he hopes so. you sounded so pretty, he would never get enough of you.

“i love you” he gasps, leaning down to kiss you. he feels you smile against his lips before you wrap your arms around his neck.

he slows down and he almost regrets it. he’s so close to busting his load when he hears you whine and then, “put a baby in me” you say, “fuck me full of your cum toji-san”

he bites your shoulder. he really needs to calm the fuck down. everything is so overwhelming and you’re just so perfect it makes him nervous.

he would be lying if he said he hasn’t thought about it. he’s fucked his fist to the idea of breeding you, stuffing your pussy with his cum until it leaks out but he wouldn’t stop, he’d keep going until you passed out.

“y/n” he warns, feeling your clench around him. you were playing a dangerous game and you clearly knew that. perhaps you did know the power you had over him.

“i want your cum” you plead, kissing his jaw and then his cheek, whispering right into his ear, “i wanna feel you for days, please”

he’ll make you regret messing with him like this.

“safe word” he whispers and he’s not sure why he’s even surprised when you don’t look confused or surprised. you smile so sweetly and oh so innocently up at him when you say,

“sōko”

[charliehoennam]

the road trip.

Pairing: Anthony Swofford x F!Reader

Summary: Tony and his girl decide to make the best of the time they have to together before the longest deployment he's ever had.

Warnings: nsfw smut, p in v, creampie, oral (both giving and receiving), unprotected sex, language, 18+ ONLY

SHARING IS CARING, SO PLEASE REBLOG

You woke up to the sound of running water coming from Tony's bathroom down the hall.

Being a natural morning bird, you weren't surprised to find his side of the bed empty, but you did wonder if he was able to get much sleep after your lovemaking.

As the warm water rained over his head, Tony closed his eyes dreading the day he'd have to say goodbye. It filled his heart with an agonizing anxiety just knowing that you'd be alone for such a long time.

Although he loved serving his country and following his father and grandfather's footsteps, he'd never thought he'd actually contemplate retiring from the service.

Dressed in only his army green t-shirt, you slid out of bed and knocked on the bathroom door, snapping him out of his dull trance and chasing away his worries. He smiled to himself knowing you were awake and told you to come in.

"Babe? Mind if I take a leak?" you smiled softly grabbing your toothbrush and his toothpaste.

"Not at all, sunshine. Knock yourself out. You wanna join me?"

"Lemme pee first then."

"Just pee in here," he smirked. "I ain't opposed to golden showers."

"Ew, Tony!" your laugh was partly muffled by your brushing as you sat on the toilet to relieve yourself. "I am not going to pee in the shower."

"Not even if it turns me on?"

"Well, I'd have to think about it. I can't just pee on command" you mumbled back.

"You'd really do that?" he asked surprised popping his head out from behind the shower curtain.

"For you, yeah."

"I was actually kidding, but I'm flattered" he grinned.

Despite last night's news, he seemed to be in a much better mood.

Tony was actually just determined to enjoy the day and make it the best you've ever had. You didn't know it yet, but it was going to be a very special day.

You chuckled in response as you flushed and walked to the sink to rinse your mouth.

"I'd do anything for ya, babe. You know that."

"Anything, huh?" he smirked watching you slide his t-shirt off from your body and toss it to the floor. "Why don't you come in here then and do something for me?

His dick couldn't help but twitch at the sight of your naked body. It was just his instinctive reaction to you, but it already had him stroking his cock to harden up.

"You are just always ready to go, aren't you?" you giggled stepping in the tub.

"I can't help myself, baby. Look at you. You're fucking beautiful."

Tony stared at you with hungry eyes as he stepped aside to make way so you could enjoy the water first; his hand never ceasing his movement below his hips as he watched the water trickle down over the curves of your breasts.

"You think so?" you smirked at his eager cock.

"I know so, sweetheart. So fucking sexy and beautiful. But what I really love is knowing you're all and only mine."

You nodded as you closed the space between your body, letting your perky nipples graze his chiseled chest.

"Yes, I am. I'm all yours, baby."

Dipping his head down to kiss you, you welcomed his tongue and let it dominate your mouth.

Feeling his cock poking your belly had your skin burning hotter than the water that now felt cold against you.

Your hand reached down to replace his and continued the firm stroking it as you knelt down.

Tony was so much taller than you that you couldn't comfortably reach his cock on your knees.

Already aware of the height differences between you, he sat on the edge of the tub on the opposite end of the shower with his back against the wall to allow you more comfort.

You thanked him with a smile that melted his heart like a flame held against wax.

He moaned when your tongue licked over the sensitive vein on the underside of his shaft. With his knees spread wide open, he let you effortlessly lull him into pleasure.

You took your time to cover every inch you knew he loved.

You sucked on each of his sensitive heavy balls, using your lips to delicately tighten around them, sending a wave of pleasure through his core to force out a breathless 'fuck' from his lips.

You teased the soft skin between his dick and balls with your tongue until he was begging you to suck him, desperate for your warmth.

Although you knew you could torture him like this, you decided to be nice today and obliged by taking his tip into your mouth. Your head bobbed up and down his deliciously thick and heavy cock as his hands gently gathered your hair to hold it back for you. It wasn't just to help you; he just loved watching your cheeks hollow out and your jaw hang open around his thick dick.

The moans from your throat vibrated down his legs into toe-curling pleasure.

"Fuck, baby. You know how to suck my cock just right" he breathed.

You chuckled muffled by his cock until you lifted your head up to press his tip against your lips to let your spit dribble past your lips, letting him watch his salty precum mix with your saliva.

"Look so fucking pretty with my cock in your mouth. You like that, baby?" he smirked praising you as he stared at your tongue twirling around his excited pink head. "You like sucking my cock?"

"Fucking love it. I love it even more when you come in my mouth. Make me swallow it all."

"Jesus, fuck..."

He gently pushed his dick back into your mouth, even more turned on than before just listening to your filthy words. He couldn't take it anymore.

He stood with your mouth still latched onto his cock and bent his knees for your comfort, urging to intensify the act.

You were so wet and warm on his cock and it drove him wild.

You loved it when he couldn't control himself anymore, surrendering himself to the pleasure.

You reminded yourself to breathe through your nose as his hips snapped ruthless against your face. As you cradled his aching balls, he shoved his cock down your throat over and over and over again, bottoming out completely despite your tearful gags.

Drool dripped from the corners of your lips and onto your chest, drawing strings of saliva and precum every time he pulled your head back before burying his dick down your throat again.

His hand tightened around your makeshift ponytail, tugging at your hair harder as his desire grew more and more with the gagged moans as he stuffed your mouth with cock.

He growled as he finally came in the back of your throat, holding your head all the way down his cock until he was sure you swallowed the large load.

Pulling away to let your breathe, he used his hand to milk the final drops against your red plushy lips and smirked darkly as he watched you lick it up, flaunting the pearly white drops against your tongue with teary eyes locked on his before swallowing it down and holding your tongue back out.

He smiled down at you and stroked your cheek with his thumb

"That's my girl. Taking cock like a champ. Think your pussy can take it well too?"

"Yes, sir" you smirked widely at the thought.

"Gimme a taste of it first, baby."

He helped you back up to your feet and knelt in front of you. Hook your leg over his shoulder, you set your foot against the tub's edge to balance yourself.

"Such a pretty little pussy all for me" he whispered against your mound before delving his tongue into your folds.

If there was one thing Tony excelled at, it was eating pussy. You tried not to think too much about it since it kinda made you jealous. But the way his tongue worked over your sensitive nub and licked your juices from your entrance was enough to silence those worries and make you melt into him.

It didn't take him very long to have your legs spasming from an orgasm, but it gave his body enough time to recover and harden again.

His shit-eating grin showed how proud he was for turning your pussy in a drenched slippery mess of juices.

Holding on your thigh as he stood, he effortlessly lifted the other with his free.

With your hand clasped around the back of his neck, he slid you up against the wall tiles with your legs spread opening over his arms. You slid a free hand down to align his dick to your soaking cunt, allowing him to slip it past your welcoming lips.

"Pussy so wet, it just slides right on in there" he smirked proudly at you.

"Like a glove" you moaned holding onto him.

As he pinned you to the wall, his hips slammed against your ruthlessly.

The bathroom was filled with panting breathy moans, echoing slaps of wet skin-against-skin as his balls smacked against your ass and the metallic rattling of his dog-tags hanging from his neck.

His lips were merciless against yours, mauling them with feverish kisses until your lips were swollen and sore.

He was hitting all the right places; the position he held you allowed him to fuck you raw and deep, tickling that specific spot in your core that made you come undone.

You begged him not to stop. You begged him to cum in your pussy and fill you up again. You reminded him how good he stretched your cunt out.

He tightened the grip on your ass as he held you firmly in place to fuck you harder.

Lowering his head, you followed his gaze to watch his beautifully angry cock brutalize your sopping pussy.

"Y-you fuck me s-so good!" you moaned loudly throwing your head back.

You could feel it building up again. The searing toe curling pleasure was beginning to ripple through from your core, forcing your fleshy walls to tighten around him.

You gasped as your body trembled from the pleasure, but he wouldn't stop. Tony refused to stop until you got what you asked for because his girl always gets what she wants.

"Tell me what you want, baby" he panted watching your breasts bounce wildly with every thrust.

"Fi-fill me up again, T-Tony. Please! Please! Please! Cum in-in my pussy, Tony!"

Hearing you beg sent him over the edge with a husky low growl that sounded as animalistic as the sex.

His hips thrusted into you once, twice, three times as your pussy milked his cock of every drop of cum he could release into your womb.

Stilling his thrusts, he held himself inside your pussy to keep his load in place while he lifted his head to capture your lips in a passionately tender kiss, letting the water rain down over his back to soothe and calm you both from your high.

The intense shower sex left your legs wobbly as you got dressed in a part of denim shorts, a cute flirty top and a pair of low top sneakers.

Tony dressed himself in his favorite jeans and white t-shirt with a pair of black sunglasses hanging from his collar. The most important item was tucked secrely in his bag, hidden away from your eyes.

He thought about leaving it in his pocket, but since you'd be going on ride at the pier, he was worried it could slip out and be lost forever.

Thanks to the late start in the shower, you opted to have breakfast on the road, stopping at the highway Denny's for a quick bite.

The drive to Santa Monica consisted of talk, music and laughter. Having bought a camcorder, you decided to turn it on to film bits and pieces of your road trip.

You'd done it many times before and Tony welcomed it, agreeing that it would be nice to document your intimate moments so he could watch them while overseas or even share it with your family if it came to having one together.

During the drive, you debated which rides and foods to try first, which radio station to listen to, if The Backstreet Boys or Christopher Cross sang 'Sailing' better after singing along to it.

There was never a dull time with Tony. He just felt like home. Like you could talk about anything and everything and still be so interested in everything he has to say.

Tony loved that you were so comfortable and down-to-earth around him instead of constantly worrying about if you looked pretty or how you sounded in sharing your thoughts. He adored that you were willing to speak your mind freely and respectfully debate him if he had an opposing opinion.

You weren't just arm candy to him or someone to flaunt off. You were his best friend; the one person in the world he felt he could be himself around.

There was a level of comfort between you that blossomed organically and effortlessly. Neither of you were afraid to be yourselves because that's what you loved the most.

As you reached the hotel, you realized why Tony hadn't told you anything about it. He wanted to surprise you and he knew you wouldn't have agreed to stay in a fancy hotel only for two days.

"Tony, you said you got us a simple hotel. This is not a simple hotel."

"I'm sorry I didn't tell you, but I just wanted to do something nice for us. It's for a night. Might as well treat ourselves" he smirked slyly as the valet opened the car door for you.

Walking into your room, you were speechless. The room was elegantly simple, but the oceanfront from the balcony was beyond breathtaking.

You instantly gravitated to the balcony and stepped out onto it. Gasping at the view, you held the railing in awe.

Tony followed you quiet and wrapped his strong arms around your waist, enveloping your frame.

"Do you like it?"

"I love it, Tony. But you didn't need to go all out to impress me. I would've been happy with something simpler than this."

"I know, babe. But you deserve more and if I can spoil ya, I will." He smiled as he pressed a kiss to the back of your head.

"I figured we could spend the day today at the pier. Then enjoy a relaxing night in the hotel's hot tub. And relax on the beach tomorrow. What do you think?"

"I love the sound of that."

[themultifandomgal]

Hey I got a request for Tommy Shelby

So basically you are are Tommy Shelby daughter age 16 and you was at a family meeting and you was having this pains and turns out you was pregnant and you didn’t know and you give birth and it was the next day Tommy came round and was yelling at you for getting pregnant then you put your daughter in his arms and was like looking at you beautiful granddaughter hope that make sense

Tommy Shelby- Granddaughter

Trigger Warning- teen pregnancy

Pt2

I've been sat in my dad meeting now for the last hour, feeling sick and having stomach pains. As the meeting goes on the cramps get worse and worse. Im not even sure why I'm even sat in here listening to the family business since I'm only 16. 

I'm no longer paying attention to what anyone is saying. I've never had cramps like these before

"YN what's wrong?"

"Sorry dad. Just don't feel to good"

"We're nearly done" I nod my head replying to my dad.

Another 20 minutes later and dad says I can leave and head up to bed

"How are you feeling?"

"Like shit"

"Language"

"You, Uncle John, Uncle Arthur and Uncle Finn swear all the time"

"Yes but your a lady and"

"Aunt Polly swears" dad sighs

"YN"

"Sorry"

"I'm heading to London now. I'll be back tomorrow evening. Will you be ok here with Aunt Poll?"

"Yeah. I'm sure I'll be fine by tomorrow"

"Ok" dad leans down and kisses my forehead before leaving me alone to sleep off whatever is going on.

That evening I barley eat anything and now Aunt Polly is getting worried

"I'm ringing your dad"

"No it's fine. I'm sure it's just my monthly finally starting"

"Finally?" Polly questions

"Yeah I've missed the last 3 months. That's why it's super painful" I give Polly a shrug

"I swear that mother of yours hasn't taught you anything. Honey that's not how periods work. Yes they can might not be regular but 3 months is a long time. These pains what are they like?"

"Erm it's like somethings squeezing my inside then releasing it. Like bad cramps"

"Sweetheart have you had sex?"

"What?" I frown looking at my Aunt

"It's ok if you have, hell only knows what I was doing at your age"

"Polly what's happening?" Worry starts to set in

"You need to answer my question first"

"He said that I wouldn't get pregnant the first time. Said that it was ok"

"Who?" I shake my head not wanting to tell her "YN who told you that?"

"James, he was my boyfriend"

"Was?"

"After we... he broke up with me"

"Fuck"

"Polly I'm not pregnant am I?"

"I think your going into labour" panic sets in. I can't have a baby now! Dads going to go mad "it's still early on. Try to get some sleep and I'll check in with you later"

Try to sleep she said. Easier said than done. Now it's the following afternoon, my waters broke 2 hours ago and now Aunt Ada has arrived with Aunt Esme and dads wife Grace is now here

"Ok YN looks like your ready to push" not really thinking about it, my body takes over and I have to push. Grace places a cool wet rag on my forehead while Esme and Ada are gathering warm water and towels

"Grace. You gotta make sure dad doesn't kill me"

"He won't. He's not going to be impressed that he's a grandfather, but he will fall in love with them where they're here"

"Im scared"

"I know. I was scared when I had Charles, but your going to be ok. Your in the best hands. Promise" with that she takes my hand and I push again.

After being in labour for over 24 hours I finally give birth to a baby girl who I've named Eloise

"She's beautiful" Grace coos stroking the babies cheek. Before I can respond the door opens and dad walks in. He stands shocked staring at me

"Grace please tell that baby is ours" he finally says "or Esmes"

"Tommy you might need to sit down"

"Grace, who's baby is that because I know that's definitely not my daughters" I wince hearing his harsh tone. I look at Esme for help but she looks at me with sympathy

"YN how can you be so stupid!" He yells waking the baby up who starts screaming

"Let me have her" Ada says taking the newborn out of my arms and into hers. She leaves the room hushing the little one

"Out! All of you out!"

"Tom..." Grace tries

"Out!" everyone leaves the room leaving me and dad alone

"Why didn't you tell me. I could have helped you get rid of it"

"Her names Eloise"

"I don't care. My 16 year old daughter just had a fucking baby"

"Dad I didn't know"

"Of course sex leads to pregnancy did you not learn from me and Grace?"

"I'm sorry" I quietly say. Ada comes back into the room with a now quiet baby. She hands her back to me while dad paces back and forth

"How stupid could you be?"

"Maybe if she had a mother she'd have known all of this?" Ada mumbles

"Don't you dare blame me for her mother leaving"

"I'm not I'm blaming her. Either way you now have a choice, either except that you have a granddaughter or loose both you daughter and granddaughter it's your choice" Ada leaves the room again. Dad walks over and sits on the sofa next to me. Without giving him a choice I place the baby in his arms. Immediately I can see how my dad is in love and I know will protect like he has me. Just got to stop him from going on a warpath finding the dad.

[nicoleheichou]

Girl Of My Dreams - Chapter 49: Know That Look

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Synopsis: Sakusa was the type to always get things done on his own, but now that he's forced to juggle between his successful pro-volleyball career and being a single dad, what happens when he enrolls his daughter in a new preschool and meets his daughter's new teacher? Will their relationship remain professional or will it evolve into something more?

You were sat at the dining table, having just finished up breakfast along with Sakusa and his family. Kimi let's out a sigh from beside you before leaning back in her chair and patting her tummy with both hands. "Now that hit the spot!" You hear chuckles from around the table, clearly everyone was as enamored with the toddler as you were.

"What are your plans for today, son?" Sakusa's father questions while taking a sip of his tea. You watch as Sakusa just shrugs, an arm coming to wrap around your shoulders. "We're just going to see where the day takes us." His parents nod, satisfied with the answer before his mother starts to clean up, causing you to spring on to your feet to help.

Today you weren't going to give in to her protests, you wanted to help clean up especially since Kiyoomi's sister, Kiyoko, wasn't here to help clear the mess away. "Is there anything you want to do while you're here?" His mother questions as she hands you a plate to dry. You glance towards the entrance of the kitchen, catching a glimpse of Kimi in the living room with her grandpa and dad. Judging from the conversation she'd just convinced her grandfather to read her a story.

You shake your head, a smile forming on your lips as you hear the young girl's giggles. "I just wanted to spend time with them. It didn't matter where." You place the last dish on the drying rack just as his mom finishes putting the rest of the leftovers away. "In that case, why don't we go out? Just the two of us. I think it'd be nice to get to know you better. You've clearly won over my son and grand daughter." You were hesitant to be alone with her, at least here Sakusa and Kimi were just a few feet away, but if you left with her you wouldn't have a buffer and you weren't sure what to do. You just really want her to like you and you're worried if left alone you could mess it up.

"Oh don't worry! I won't bite sweetheart! Plus, we'll have so much fun!" Her smile easily puts you at ease that you can't help but agree. You excuse yourself to get ready which has her just as excited and rushing off to prepare for your day together.

You had just finished the painting class but it seems that she wasn't ready to return home, so you both decided on going to the park across the street to relax and get to know each other better. "Did you know you're only the second girl Kiyoomi has ever brought home?" She says as she sits down on a bench. You weren't expecting her to start the conversation with this interesting tidbit so you were taken aback. "No I didn't. But why am I not surprised to hear that? Omi is serious with his relationships. I've noticed that he's very guarded and decides who he wants to let in." You watch as a smile forms on her lips at your observation of her son.

"He really cares for you. And from what I've seen in the time I've known you, I can confidently say you feel the same way for the both of them. I've never seen Kimi be as attached to anyone else besides her father, but to see the reaction she had at not being able to call you mommy, that's when I knew." You look at her, confusion evident on your face. "Knew what?" She let's out a chuckle before giving a pat on your shoulder.

"That you're good for the both of them and that you're the missing piece to their puzzle that they've been searching years to find. Unlike his ex..." She scoffs, a look of disgust on her face before she continues, "You aren't with him for your personal gain, you're with him because you truly care for him. And I know you do because it's not easy starting a relationship when you know he has Kimi and that they're a packaged deal. Not everyone wants to be with a man who's had a daughter from another relationship. But from what I've heard you'd accepted that fact quite easily."

It's your turn to smile, you know how you feel about the father and daughter duo, but there's just something about hearing someone not directly involved in the relationship describe how you feel. "It's hard not to be enamored with them. Kimi is such an easy child to love, she's so sweet, kind, smart, not to mention the cutest child ever, but I might be a tiny bit biased on that." She lets out a chuckle before nodding her head in agreement.

"And where do I even start with Omi? We started out a little weird, what with me being Kimi's teacher and us having mutual friends, but look at us now. He makes me so happy, I can't imagine him not in my life anymore." You let out a sigh thinking about how you're already missing those two and how you can't wait to get back to them. "I love how they look out for each other. And I'm so thankful they've allowed me to be a part of the little bubble they've created together. They both mean so much to me." You feel your eyes getting a little teary, thoughts about how much you care for them making you emotional.

Her hand comes up to gently rub your shoulder. "I know that look." You rub your eyes trying to get rid of the wetness before giving her a questioning look. "Whenever you speak about my Kiyoomi, you get this look in your eyes. It's the same look I get when I talk about his father. You're in it for the long haul, aren't you?" There's a knowing look in her eyes and you can't help but nod your head, were you really that easy to read?

"Was I that obvious?" You watch as she scoffs before listing all the times she'd caught you staring at her son or pointing out how you almost cry every time Kimi calls you mommy. You bring your hands to your face to hide your embarrassment. "My son and granddaughter deserve to have someone who cares about them and doesn't see them as a means to get what they want. They've been through so much and I know they'd be able to get through anything as long as they have each other, but I also know that's not what they want. I know they've always felt like their unit was incomplete, that a part of them was missing. But ever since you came into their lives, they seem whole. I just want to let you know that I'm so thankful that you decided to give them a chance. It means a lot not only to them but to me as well. I just want them to be happy and you do that for them everyday. So thank you." She says as she pulls you into a tight hug that lasts a few minutes, before she's pulling away, a few tears escaping her as she does so. "It's nothing to thank me for Mrs. Sakusa. I just want them to be happy, I want to see them smile, to hear them laugh, I want nothing but good things for them."

She takes the tissue you offer her then dabs at her eyes, careful not to ruin her makeup. "Please, call me mom. After everything I've seen and heard, I'd be honored to call you my daughter." You feel your eyes begin to well up with tears before you're launching yourself onto her and pulling her into a hug. She lets out a laugh before wrapping you up in her arms. "Thank you." She spends the next hour telling you all about her son and his daughter. Stories you can't wait to bring up to Omi just to watch him squirm in embarrassment.

I thought it would be nice if we got to see mc's day with mama sakusa. Lol.

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[captain-lessship]

Call Me

A/n: Because of two posts I have made, I have driven myself to writing this. I love this man and would die for him

A call came on your phone, you groaned as you rolled to other side of your bed and answered it.

“This better be important. It is almost  ten at night.” 

“How quickly can you be in Japan?” 

You sat up, worry growing, “That important,” you thought, “Do you know when the next flight leaves?” You flick on your lamp.

You heard typing, “Knowing how long it takes you to pack, traffic, going through security. There’s one that leaves at four in the morning. A direct flight will take fourteen hours and 5 minutes.” He responded. 

You yawned, “Okay, go ahead and buy the ticket. I will get ready and next time, sweetheart, if you have the slightest inkling you have a case I could work on, call me. You know I have become fond of solving them or at least helping Watari take care of you.”

“I am sorry for waking you, I really am.”

You got up and walked to the bathroom, turning on the light and then the shower. “Only because you know I get when I don’t sleep.” You joked.

You could hear a slight smile in his voice, “You do get cranky.” 

“I better let you go fight crime, Batman.”

“See you soon, Robin.” 

You pressed the read button on your phone, a pleased look fell to your face as you got ready.

As you walked through the airport, you were scanning the crowd, knowing that a terrible murder could have been hiding in plain sight. 

Then you saw a familiar face: an old man, holding a sign with one of you aliases written on it. V

You smiled. L came up with it.

You walked up to the old man and took off your dark sunglasses, “Hello old friend, we going for Granddaughter and Grandfather again?” He nodded, you promptly hugged him. 

He hugged you back. “Let’s get you to the hotel, shall we?” He offered you his arm, which you gladly took.

You and Watari talked the entire car ride. You both were happy to see each other but the news on the car radio snapped you from the friendly reunion. 

“This guy, he’s got a lot of people confused, doesn’t he?” 

“Yes, the police are trying their best but I think it wise for L to call you. Even if you can’t be of much help case wise, you are a moral boost wherever you are.”

“Aw, thanks. But I’m sure poor L is so focused on one part there will be a moment I will ask him a question and it’ll click in place, like it did the last few time.” You giggled.

A slight smile was drawn from the old man, “Yes, that was honestly rather lucky and funny. I think it’ll do him good to have someone to diffuse the tension.”

You talked more as you reached the hotel. 

“I will go in first. We can’t be seen leaving or entering together. I will call you and act as if you’re going to see an old friend.” He stated as he got out of the car and began walking to the entrance. 

You waited for several minutes, your phone rang. You promptly answered it and began talking along with Watari as you walked in and through the lobby. 

You hung up once you got in the elevator, your thoughts drifted to L. It had been four year since you met him, an odd but great four years. You grinned as you thought about your other days with him.

L was perched on your counter, watching intently as you shifted flour. 

“L, if you want to help, could you cream together the butter and sugar.”

“I prefer watching you, if that is alright.”

You put your hand on your hip, “You ever heard the story about the Little Red Hen?”

He shook his head no, “I never read children’s stories.”

“So the synopsis is that the little red head does all the work to bake herself a loaf of bread. All of her friends, who she asked for help, now ask for some bread,” you look at L, “And she says: No.”

He was already making a move for a bowl.

You chuckled to yourself as you remembered that. L was a very intelligent and was confident in all of his decisions but there were moments where he was goofy and mildly childish.

The elevator dinged opened, you grabbed the handle of your suitcase and walked out into the hallway,  now scanning the room numbers to find the room. 

You saw Watari exiting one of the rooms, you two said nothing when you passed each other. When you came to the door he exited from, you did the knock.

“It’s unlocked, come in.” He said.

You looked around then opened the door, promptly shutting it behind you once you and your belongings were inside. 

You locked the door, then looked into the room. You were a little amazed. Last time it was a motel on the side of the highway but this? This was beautiful. You knew the room would be better just based on the lobby but this was better than you imagined.

“Don’t get too comfortable.” 

Your eyes found L. Ever so slouchy and tired looking. You walked to him and stood directly in front of him. Had he been standing at his full height, he would’ve been slightly taller than you but do to his posture, you were eye level.

“Hi.” You said, trying to look irritated. 

He just smirked ever so lightly, “Hello.”

He opened his arms and you fell into them.

“I swear to god, if you ever do this to me again, I will dangle you by your feet out a window.”

“Violent, aren’t we?” He muttered, hugging you tighter. 

“Tired.” You mumbled.

“Take your things to the bedroom and you can take a nap. I have called the Special Task Force to a meeting here. You are welcome to either stay asleep or join us.”

You pulled away from him, still in his arms, “They’re coming here? Do you know how bad of a hostess this makes me look? Not having anything to offer them to eat? Oh and the fact you’re going to reveal yourself to them.”

“It’s not ideal but I need to do it to gain a level of trust.”

“But do we trust them?” 

His black eyes were looking direct int yours, scanning your face and your reactions. You sighed. 

“Of course you do or you wouldn’t offer.” You yawned, “Aren’t you tired?”

“Only a little bit.” He answered.

“Then come to bed for a while. What time is the meeting?”

“Midnight.”

You checked your watch, “A two hour nap would do you some good.” 

He hummed, he was thinking about it which meant he really must be tired. You simply grabbed one of his hand that were still on you and led his to where you guess the bedroom was. 

You were right, you made him sit on the bed while you went to retrieve your suitcase to grab your pajamas. 

“Are you going to sleep in that?” You we’re referring to his jeans, which you personally couldn’t stand to sleep in.

“Yes.”

You rolled you eyes and sighed, “Fine, give me a minute.” You sat your suitcase on the bed and opened it. 

You took out a pair of ankle length silky pants and a black tank top along with items like your toothbrush, tooth paste and your overnight moisturizer. You quickly did your night routine in the bathroom and got changed. You exited the bathroom to see L in the exact place you left him. His eyes darted to you.

You walked to the left side of the bed and rolled back the covers, sliding under them and let your eyes to see L still on top of the covers, per usual. He did this anytime he had to be up before you. He scooted closer to you, using you as his his pillow. You pulled your arms free from the covers to let to your fingers carefully play with his hair and let the other intertwine with his. 

“I missed you,” you whispered.

“I missed you too,” he responded, a light yawn followed. “Goodnight, beautiful.”

“Goodnight, sweetheart.” 

[anangelwhodidntfall]

I Am Hers, She is Mine: Neyetam Sully

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description: Neyetam has always been yours, just as you’ve been his whether you realize it or not.

a/n: Listen to I Am Hers, She Is Mine from the Game of  thrones soundtrack. 

*A YEAR AGO*

It was Neyetam's official coming-of-age ceremony that would mark him as the future of the clan, he only had two rituals to complete, find a mate and fight anyone who dared challenge him for the throne. Rumors began to swirl that Neyetam had already found a mate but no one knew quite who it was, including you his best friend. Part of you was glad that you didn't know who it was then it saved you from facing the reality that Neyetam would never be yours, no matter how much you wanted it.

"Papa I have to wear this uncomfortable corset?" You asked your grandfather as Kiri tied you up.

"Yes, you do my dear, unfortunately. But I must say you look absolutely beautiful in it, it reminds me of the first time your mother wore it." He said giving you a soft smile.

"He's right. Neyetam is gonna probably fall at your feet even more once he sees you in this." She said making you roll your eyes.

Soon enough you and your grandfather were standing there alongside Neyetam's family who was basically an extended family as well as the other villagers awaiting Neyetam and Jake's arrival.

"y/n you look so pretty." Tuk said to you making you smile as you thanked her.

Soon Jake and Neyetam arrived and god did Neyetam look good in his ceremony outfit which wasn't helping you move on from him. You listened as Jake and the other leaders explained what was happening today and then it came to the part where anyone could challenge Neyetam for the throne.

"If anyone would like to challenge Neyetam please come forward now." One of the leaders said.

You slowly walked forward earning a few gasps from the crowd as Jake and your grandfather shook their heads not all surprised at this behavior.

"This corset is really uncomfortable, so could please wrap this up and go home?" You said as Neytiri pinched your side and drag you back over to where she was standing.

Neyetam couldn't help but laugh at your antics, that was one of the many reasons he had fallen for you and chosen you as his mate not that you knew yet. You two had been childhood friends since your moms were best friends, so more often than not, you were with the sully's growing up as your dad left you and your mom and you were an only child. Neyetam knew around when he was 15 he wanted to be mates with you and once he was sure of his decision of wanting you as his mate, he went to your grandfather and ask his permission to mate with you knowing how important it was to you, and your grandfather gave him his permission and promised to keep it a secret until you were ready.

*CURRENT DAY*

It was currently the day before your ceremony and you were an emotional wreck between the ceremony planning, your grandpa getting sick, and missing your mom.  You were currently sitting by your mom's grave crying and wishing she was here, and praying that she and your ancestors would keep grandpa alive until you completed your whole ceremony when you saw flowers placed on her grave, before an arm wrapped around you as you leaned into their chest.

"Are you okay?" Neyetam asked you.

"Yeah, it's just a lot....between grandpa getting sick recently and her not being here." You said as he ran a hand through your hair.

"I understand...She may not be here physically but she's here with you in here and all around you..." He said pressing a hand against your heart.

"I know I just miss her alot....being able to hear her voice...to see her smile...to hug her...I miss her hugs the most." You said to him.

"I know you do and I wish that you could have those back sweetheart, I really do." He said to you as he squeezed you a little harder.

As he sat there holding you, he silently prayed to Ewya that she would let him be the one like he always dreamed of to take care of you and be with you throughout life...it scared him to think that you could possibly want someone else to take care of you like this because he knew no one who would care for you and love you as he did.

Today was your ceremony, and you were silent as Neytiri helped you get ready for it You honestly just couldn't wait for this to be over, as a kid you were excited about it but now it was just another day to you.

"Y/n, my child can I ask why you've never mated with Neyetam?" She asked you as she finished up your hair.

"What do you mean? Neyetam has mate does he not?" You asked confused.

"No, he doesn't. A year ago he came to us and told us that he wanted to wait for you, and then he went to your grandpa and got approval, so that if you choose him then he would have your grandpa's permission. He's been in love with you for ages, there isn't anyone else for him." She said leaving you speechless.

"I'm scared." You said quietly.

"Scared? What are you scared of my child?" She asked you grabbing your hands.

"Not saying that Neyetam would do it, it's just that I'm scared that Neyetam would leave me and our possible family as my dad did to my mom." You said to her.

"Oh sweetheart, you know Neyetam would never do that because I would kill him first all, but that boy has been in love with you two forever, I've seen the way he looks at you and cares for you, there is no one else for him." She said squeezing your hands as you smiled.

"Just talk to him after your ceremony, and explain to him what you feeling, but trust me my son will understand and still love you as much." She said.

"Thank you, Neytiri. For everything." You said hugging her.

"Of course ma y/n, your family." She said squeezing you as your grandpa came to get you.

Neyetam felt his jaw drop upon seeing you in your ceremony outfit, you were so beautiful, like a goddess. As he was watching the ceremony happen, he couldn't help but notice that two braids that framed your head used beads in his favorite color which gave him hope. After your ceremony, he watched as you made your way over him.

"Hey, can we talk privately?" You asked him softly reaching for his hand.

"Of course." He said as you two ducked out of your ceremony and walked to your favorite spot.

"So what's going on sweetheart?" He asked you.

"I just wanted to talk to you about why I guess we haven't mated yet." You said making him look you in the eye.

"Sweetheart, I don't want you to feel pressured or anything, it's just that I feel that maybe you aren't interested in me which is fine if you are but I just would like to know." He said making you sigh.

"Trust me Ney, it's always been you...I've had a crush on you for god knows how long..." You said as a smile spread across his face.

"Really?!" He asked you.

"Really, there is no one else who cares for me or his family the way you do and so much more. But I've just been scared of what could happen when we mate." You said playing with his hand.

"What do you mean sweetheart?" He asked you.

"I'm just scared that you'll leave me like my dad did to me and my mom which I know isn't fair to you but that's why I've hesitated on completing the mating ritual with you." You said as realization hit Neyetam.

"Oh sweetheart, I promise you that I would never leave you like your dad did, what your dad did was a cowardly move, but I swear to you that I've been yours whether you realized it or not, and I will prove that you every day if I have to. I love you so much." He said cupping your cheeks.

"I love you too Neyetam. I'm ready to give this a try if you are."You said looking into his eyes as you felt him press a kiss to your lips.

[pokemondarkpathau]

A Dark Path Walked Chapter 4: The Festival of Masks

Juliana and Kieran arrived at the latter’s home, where his grandparents were waiting.

“Grandpa! Grandma!” Kieran called out. “I’m home!”

“Welcome home, Kieran.” Kieran’s grandfather smiled. “And I see you brought along a friend. Who is this girl?”

“F-Friend…” Kieran said shily. “That’s one way to put our fellow student. Oh, this Juliana. She is a student from Paldea.”

“Hello, sir. Ma’am.” Juliana bowed. “Nice to meet you.”

“What a kind young girl.” Kieran’s grandmother smiled. “My name is Hideko and this is my husband Yukito.”

“Did you both need something?” Yukito asked.

“Well…” Kieran tapped his two index fingers together. “Tonight is the first day of this year’s Festival of Mask and I was asking if you have something to help Juliana get ready.”

“Why, of course!” Hideko nodded. “We have a spare jinbei just in case someone wants to participate in the festivities. Come with me, sweetheart.”

A few minutes later, Hideko helped Juliana dress up in a green Kitakami-styled Jinbei and did a little ponytail for her. Kieran had also changed to his white jinbei.

“There you go.” Hideko said. “Now you are ready to participate in the Festival of Masks.”

“Oh, grandpa!” Carmine got outside her house, wearing her blue jinbei. “Have you seen our masks, we need them for the-” She then notices Juliana next to her brother. “Hey! Why is she here?!”

“Relax, Sis.” Kieran said. “I invited her to join us at the Festival and she agreed.”

“You? Inviting someone?” Carmine tried not to laugh. “Now that is something new that I’ve heard today.”

“Why are you so mean to Juliana, Sis?” Kieran glared at his sister. “She has been nothing but kind to us.”

“Enough, you two.” Yukito looked at his grandchildren. “You are embarrassing us in front of our guest.”

“S-sorry, Gramps…” Kieran said while Carmine huffed.

“Now to answer your question, Carmine.” Yukito faced his granddaughter. “The masks are at the mask shed. You may also find a mask for Juliana too.”

“The Mask Shed, hugh…” Carmine mused. “Well… first come, first served, is what they say!” Carmine ran off to the mask shed.

“Sis! Hold on!” Kieran chased after his sister.

“I am so sorry about Carmine and Kieran.” Yukito sighed as he faced Juliana. “They can be… at each other’s throat sometimes. Especially Carmine due to-”

“It’s ok.” Juliana smiled. “Kieran’s a sweet kid, I’m happy you raised him”

“You’re way too sweet.” Hideko smiled back. “I am glad you became friends with Kieran. Maybe you should go grab a mask at the Mask Shed. Kieran and Carmine are already there.”

Juliana went to the shed, where Carmine made a mess while looking for a mask for Juliana. Carmine was wearing a Munkidori mask while Kieran was wearing an ogre mask.

“Where is it?!” Carmine hissed.

“Um… sis?” Kieran tugged his sister’s junbei shirt.

“Oh. You’re here.” Carmine saw Juliana. “Were you here to find a mask? Unfortunately for you, the masks Kiki and I have are the only ones in there.”

“Sorry, Juliana…” Kieran sighed. “You can have my mask if you want. I’ll buy another one for myself.”

“Kiki, are you nuts?!” Carmine hissed. “That’s your beloved Ogre Mask! You can’t give it away!” She took a deep breath. “Very well… if you want a mask, you better battle me!”

“Sis! That’s not necessary!” Kieran growled at his sister. “And you don’t need to battle Juliana everytime for no reason!”

“It’s okay, you two…” Juliana tried to calm the siblings down. “I don’t need a mask. I’ll be ok.”

“Battle me regardless.” Carmine said.

“I’m so sorry, Juliana…” Kieran sighed. “Sis loves to battle…”

“It’s ok.” Juliana said. “During our trips, I did some training with the Kitakami Pokémon I caught.”

Juliana saw that Carmine had not only evolved her Poochyena to a Mightyena and her Poltchageist into an Unremarkable Sinistcha, but also caught a Morpeko and Swadloon. However, even though she defeated Carmine again, there was no mask to give Juliana, something she didn’t mind.

After that totally unnecessary battle, Carmine, Kieran and Juliana went to Kitakami Hall, where the Festival of Masks takes place.

“Behold! The Festival of Masks!” Carmine showed Juliana around. “This festival is to celebrate the honor of the Loyal Three who took down the ogre.”

“We do Festivals of Masks every year.” Kieran said. “It… helps tourists enjoy Kitakami.”

“I know one way to help make memories.” Carmine had an idea. “Hey, may I borrow your Roto-Stick?”

“Sure.” Juliana gave Carmine her Roto-Stick.

Carmine took a selfie of her, Juliana and Kieran together at the Festival of Masks with Juliana’s Roto-Stick, Kieran bought some candy apples for him and Juliana and Juliana explored the Festival of Masks until something caught her eyes. It was a traditional Kitakami Game called Ogre Oustin’.

“So you’re interested in Ogre Oustin’?” Carmine said. “Do you think you can beat my record of 6,390 points?”

“Sis, stop challenging people!” Kieran hissed. “It’s getting old!”

“It’s ok, Kieran.” Juliana said. “I can do one game of Ogre Oustin’. It looks like fun.”

“You can do it, Juliana!” Kieran cheered for the Paldean Girl.

“This is going to be interesting.” Carmine thought to herself. “There is no way that this outsider can beat my record? I got it at last year’s Festival of Masks.”

Juliana struggled at first since Koraidon was hungry, but she made a score of 6,510 points, beating Carmine’s record by 110 points. Carmine was upset and challenged Kieran to beat her, however, when he refused, the siblings started another argument. Juliana saw a strange kid walking around and slowly went to it.

“Hello, little one.” She spoke to it nicely. “I love your mask. Are you enjoying the Festival?”

After a few minutes of silence, the kid ran off to the stairs of Oni Mountain. Juliana chased after it.

“Hold on! I don’t want to hurt you!” Juliana tried to call out.

The kid finished climbing up the stairs, but it dropped its mask, revealing that it was not a kid, but a Pokémon. Juliana grabbed the mask and tried to give it back.

“You dropped your mask.” Juliana said.

The kid instead ran off back to Oni Mountain. Juliana looked back at the mask.

“This kid… it wasn’t a kid…” She said to herself. “But… it was the ogre?! I need to tell you someone… someone I trust.”

She looked around for someone to tell about what happened. She saw Kieran mumbling to himself in anger.

“Umbelievable…” He muttered. “Sis is so annoying…”

“Um… Kieran?” Juliana went to him. “Are you ok?”

“Oh, hi, Juliana…” Kieran sighed. “I’m sorry you had to witness Sis’s… pride.”

“It’s ok.” Juliana smiled. “Can we talk somewhere private?”

“Um… sure?” Kieran was confused.

The two of them headed off to the stairs that lead to Oni Mountain.

“What do you want to say?” Kieran asked.

“I’m sorry if this upsets you…” Juliana said. “But… I saw the ogre… It had run off and along the way, it dropped this…” She shows the mask the Ogre was wearing. “I tried to give it back, but I must have unintentionally scared it… do you… want to come with me to try to give the mask back?”

Instead of anger, Juliana saw joy in Kieran’s eyes. She had asked him to go with her to give the mask back to the ogre… he felt like he was dreaming.

“Of course!” Kieran almost screamed as he grabbed her hand. “Come on! Let’s go!”

The two of them then ran off to the Dreaded Den. Kieran had gotten a lot of stamina since he had gone there plenty of time, Juliana, on the other hand, was trying to regain her energy since running around on sandals can be a bit painful on your feet.

They looked around for the ogre.

“Hello?” Kieran called out. “Little Ogre?”

“It’s me…” Juliana also called out. “The girl from the festival… I want to give your mask back to you…”

Nothing happened. Kieran sighed, defeated.

“Aw man…” He whimpered. “I was hoping we could actually do it… Perhaps we should ask Gramps to see if-”

“HOW DARE YOU!!!!” Carmine’s voice rang out as she stomped to Kieran and Juliana in anger. “WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU ARE DOING, YOUNG MAN?! RUNNING OUTSIDE OF KITAKAMI HALL IN YOUR JINBEI?! ONCE I TELL GRANDPA, YOU ARE GOING TO BE SO GROUNDED!!!” She then turned to Juliana. “AS FOR YOU, MISSY!!! DON’T THINK YOU CAN GET AWAY WITH SNEAKING OUT WITH MY LITTLE BROTHER!! SUCH RECKLESS BEHAVIOR FOR AN OUTSIDER!!!!”

“S-Sis! H-Hold on!” Kieran tried to calm down his sister, who is as enraged as a Primape overusing Rage Fist just to evolve. “I-I should be the one held responsi-”

“DO NOT TALK BACK AT A TIME LIKE THIS!!!” Carmine almost shouted as she harshly grabbed their wrists. “COME ON!! WE ARE GOING BACK TO THE FESTIVAL!! AND YOU ARE NOT GONNA LEAVE THE AREA UNLESS ONE OF YOU IS SLEEPY!!”

“Ow… that’s too tight, Sis…” Kieran sounded like he was about to cry.

The three of them returned to Kitakami Hall, with no one aware of what happened since they were enjoying the Festival of Masks. Carmine ran off to grab some ramen from the stalls so she could calm down.

“I am so so so so so sorry about what happened…” Kieran bowed nonstop. “Sis isn’t usually like this…”

“It’s ok…” Juliana was still smiling despite the fact that she was scolded. “This is the first time I got scolded for something.” She let out a yawn. “All this fun and adventure made me sleepy…”

“Do you want me to take you back to the community center?” Kieran asked.

“Of course.” Juliana said.

They took a slow walk to avoid Carmine’s glare.

“About the mask…” Kieran said. “We should take it to Gramps, just in case… He may know of its origins.”

“Alright.” Juliana said. “I’ll be at your house tomorrow morning.”

“Thanks, Juliana.” Kieran smiled.

The two returned to Mossui Town and Kieran dropped Juliana off to the Community Center. Just as Kieran was about to say good night, Juliana hugged him. He was surprised at first, but he later hugged back. It was the first time in a while since someone besides his family hugged him. As much as he wanted to stay in Juliana’s embrace, he still had to make sure she got to bed. She smiled as she went inside the Community Center, where Briar greeted them with a smile.

Kieran yawned as well and went back home, so he could get a good night sleep.

[myveryownfanfiction]

18+ MINORS AND THOSE WITHOUT AGE IN BIO DNI

chapter 5

warnings: a bar, drinking, swearing, someone tries to hit on reader, jealous Dan

As the song finished, Dan led me back to the table. Abbie smiled at us.

“I see you two are having fun.” Abbie elbowed Dan and he rolled his eyes. “For someone who didn’t want to come tonight anyway.” Laughing, I looked over the table.

“Anyone want another drink?” I asked. Abbie and Dan nodded. “Your tab abs or gurgs?”

“Gurgs has a tab open.” She said. I nodded and got up. Weaving through the dance floor, I slipped into an open space at the bar.

“Hi. Three club sodas please.” I requested once a bartender came over. “The tab is for gurgs.” He nodded and added the drinks to the tab.

“It’ll be a minute or two. We need to refill the machine.” I nodded and leaned against the bar. I watched Olivia dance with gurgs and Neil before waving over at dan and Abbie. Then I felt someone squeeze into the space next to me. I moved over and turned my attention back to the bar.

“Hiya good looking.” I ignored the man next to me and waited for the bartender. “I said hello.” I nodded before trying to move over a little more. The man next to me put his hand on my back. Trying to shrug it off, I turned towards him.

“I have a boyfriend who I am here with tonight. I’m not interested.” I glared at him before pointedly turning away. The man grabbed my arm and I jammed it back. “Excuse me!”

“You don’t have to lie to me sweet thing.” The man put his arm around me and held tightly to my shoulder. Despite trying to free myself, I couldn’t. “I’ve seen you cozying up to your grandfather. Whatcha celebrating?” I elbowed him hard in the ribs.

“He’s not my grandfather. He’s my boyfriend!” I cried. The man laughed.

“Sweetheart cut the act.” I opened my mouth to retort when the man turned. I was forced to turn with him. Dan stood in front of us, a scowl on his face. “Dan.” I breathed a sigh of relief.

“I suggest you remove your arm from my partner.” Dans voice had taken on an edge and I watched wide eyed as he stared the man down. “Now.” The man removed his arm only to try to put a hand on dans arm. I slipped out from next to him and hid behind Dan. I gripped onto his jacket.

“Look pops I can appreciate you looking out for them. But you gotta let them live a little.” The man put his hand on dans shoulder and a shadow passed over dans face.

“Remove your hand.” He growled. “Before things get worse for you.” The bartender returned with our drinks and took one look at the scene before him. I tightened my grip on Dans jacket.

“Benny, how many times have I told you. Get lost.” The bartender scolded. The man looked over his shoulder at the bartender. “I mean it man. That’s Dan fielding. He’s here with a judge. You don’t want to mess with them.” Benny looked back at Dan before holding his hands up.

“fine. Fine.” Benny walked off and I stepped out from behind Dan to grab our drinks.

“thanks.” I muttered before turning back towards Dan. “Wanna go?” He nodded, a strange look had taken over his face. “Let me take these back to Abbie.” Dan trailed after me as I took the drinks back to the table. “Hey Abbie…” I started. She held up her hand.

“I saw. I’ll tell the others what happened.” I nodded and looked back at Dan.

“excuse me.” He seemed to have snapped out of his stupor. “I’m gonna go take care of my desperately not wanting to be here.”

“See you tomorrow.” Abbie called as I offered Dan my hand and led him out of the bar. Getting into the car, I sat for a moment before turning to Dan.

“You alright?” He nodded. “You sure? It seemed like you were ready to fight that guy.” Dan gave me a tight lipped smile.

“It’s this feeling in my stomach. I don’t quite understand.” He ran a hand down his chest. “I think I know what it is, but…” reaching over, I took his hand.

“It’s been a while hasn’t it?” I asked, sympathy lacing my tone. “Were you ever jealous of how people acted around Sarah?” He shook his head.

“Most people looked the other way when they saw me next to her. Then again, people knew who I was. If anything, she was the one jealous of the people around me. Given my reputation.” Dan lifted my hand and kissed it.

“That reputation that some people still held on to.” I teased. Dan looked at me amused. “Oh come on Dan. A woman yelled at you the other day that she wanted to climb you like a tree.” Dan chuckled. “I mean I don’t blame her but come on.” Kissing my hand again, Dan smiled at me.

“But now, with you, I find I am. Even though I have no reason to be.” He shrugged. “But the way he talked to you and what he said…(Y/N), I know you don’t need me to but you know I’ll always be there to protect you right?” I nodded and kissed his hand. Dans cheeks turned pink and I basked in the moment.

“I know. And I appreciate it.” Dan smiled. “Come on. Let’s go back to my place.”

[bubblepopsims]

A: "come on.." Andres raised a brow while Almas hand gently caressed along his chest. An: "Where.. are we? oh... OH!" Alma laughed and pulled him in for kiss. outside...

I: "you know for someone who earlier went ew at a underline sexual comment between their parents you are rooting for them very hard right now to get laid" Juju huffed "oh come on! its all in grand plan!!" I: "and that is ex- their phone began to ring, looking to see who it was their eyes lowered a bit and a deep sigh escaped their lips- hold on for a moment my love, i have to take this.." jujus brow raised and watched Izzi get up and walk out the back pat of the fence disappearing a few feet behind it.

I: "Tetushka (auntie).... hi." U(nkown): "hi sweetheart.. i am sorry to call you at such short notice.. but i heard about Dad.. your grandfather and i wanted to see how you were doing." I: "Tetsuhka.. that was your dad.. how are you doing?" U: "ahaha... oh sweetheart dont worry about me. I am more worried about you, i know what his death means in your case.. and my priority is on you." Izzi sighed and peeked over their shoulder at Juju who was now climbing up the letter to get to the tree house. I: "i don't know... we are having dinner at the estate on Friday.. and quite frankly i am terrified to bring juju there... with me... you know my mother.. and as strong as Juju is i am just worried she will get to her.. and the only reason why i am taking her with me is that i know she wants to be there for me.. if it was up to me she would have never met them at all." U: "you know you dont have too..." I: "i know i don't have to but i feel like I owe it to my grandfather.. he let me become me.. right under their nose after i graduated high school.. he was the one that let me become comfortable in myself away from them. Including he is the reason I was able to go back. i owe it to him." a deep sigh came from the other end of the phone "okay sweetheart... but come see me after how about that?" I: "you'll be in town?" U: "yes." I: "why?" U: "for you." Izzi sucked in their breath holding it for a second before releasing it. hearing juju in their head "Sometimes you have to let people be there for you..." I: "thank you.." U: "of course.. you are my neice and i love you, plus i want to meet the extraordinary woman that has got you ready to get married." Izzi lightly chuckled still feeling a sense of heaviness on their chest. I: "i love you too. i should go." U: "we will talk soon"

Previous-Next

[talesfromsiteredacted]

Foundation Life is a Beach

343, being a concerned surrogate grandfather, decides his favorite grandkids need a little sun and fun. Dr. Gears and Dr. Clef tag along as "responsible supervision", although Clef seems to be more prone to shirking responsibilities. And 053 tries a snow cone for the first time with 999.

I wake up to my darling gently snoring and my cell ringing. Huh. Bit early for Iris to be calling, but it's my baby sis, of course I answer.

"Morning, sleepy head! Come down to 053's room, 343 has a nice surprise for us."

"Can I at least have breakfast first?"

"No time, breakfast will be provided. Well, brunch. It's 10ish. Oh, grab your swimsuit."

"Fine, give me fifteen minutes to get ready. Any other clues, or am I just meant to guess the test?"

"Sorry, 343 made me swear to keep it a surprise." I hang up, gently kiss my sweetheart, and get on with the day. A stop at my place, fluff and feed Liam, grab beach stuff, struggle into modest one piece with light dress over, add sandals and sun hat, off I go.

I reach 053's place, to see 343, 999, Iris, Dr. Gears, and Dr. Clef, all ready for surf and shore. Instead of his usual cowboy hat, Clef dons a straw version. Dr. Gears is in shorts and an MIT college shirt, with his lab coat on top. 999 has on floaties, which made me giggle. 343 is even in swim trunks and a light polo shirt. Iris opted for a light blue sundress, also with sun hat. 343 is handing out sunscreen, making Clef groan.

"Alto, skin cancer is not a joke. Just put on the suncream." Grumbling compliance. We head in after.

"Hi Evie! Ready for some fun?"

"Iris! And 343, and Auntie Rabbit, and 999... but who are the grownups?"

"I can explain, Evie. Remember our snow day? Even though we all kept our word, Doctor Clef found out, and asked if he could come on our next trip. Doctor Gears is here to keep Doctor Clef out of trouble." 343 knelt down, picked up Evie. "How does a trip to the ocean sound?"

"I dunno. What's it like?"

"Warm and sunny where we're going. The water is clear and clean, the sand is a pretty pink, and there's lots of room to play. Sound good?"

"Can 682 come?"

"Not sure that's such a good idea, Evie. He'd get sand in all his bits. Plus... not sure he can swim." Thank 343 Clef lies as naturally as he breathes, last thing we need is a big cranky lizard on the rampage.

"Oh. Okay. Can we send him some ice cream after?"

"That we can do, Evie." Dr. Gears replies. "Does he still like rocky road?" Evie nods. That settled, 343 waves his hands, and we're on the most stunning pink sand beach. It looks right out of a brochure. Evie looks out to the water.

"Is that the ocean? It looks pretty. Can I see it?" Iris walks her to the shoreline. Evie giggles as the waves wash over her toes. Meanwhile I help 343 with brunch set up. By the time everything is ready, 999 is helping Evie build a sand castle, mostly by gurgling and pushing wet piles of sand to her. Dr. Gears is nibbling a croissant and reading some files. Dr. Clef... is trying to surf with moderate success. Somehow even after a wipeout or two, his hat says on. Iris is sipping iced tea and watching Evie play with 999. By the time 2 pm hits my watch, it's hot. But... 343 as always thought ahead with a snowcone bar. Iris calls Evie up.

"Snowcone time, Evie! What flavor you want?"

"Cherry for me, and blue raspberry for 999." Iris hands out the frozen goodness.

"Snowcones? Haven't had one since I was a kid. Mind if I join you?" Clef goes for mango. Before long, we're all enjoying them. Gotta love the fringe benefits of this job, literally anything can happen.

[nooneelsecomesclose17]

So I’ve hit a writers block so have a little snippet in the hope it gets me writing again…

By the time they’re on the plane the next day Alex is starving. He’d skipped breakfast while he made sure they had everything and had wrangled both his son and David ready for the off. Henry had suggested leaving David behind with June and Nora, but Alex had reasoned that over the visit he was likely going to need the comfort of his faithful friend, so his things had been packed up alongside theirs. He collapses into the seat, looking gratefully at the sandwich placed in front of him. Henry is beside him, his own food untouched, while Arthur is napping guarded by David and finally he feels like he can breathe.

“Why don’t you try and sleep sweetheart?” He says when Henry pushes his hardly touched plate away. “Everything is in hand, there’s nothing you can do up here.”

“I don’t know if I can. I should call Bea again let her know we’re in the air, check in at the shelter. I feel bad about leaving them in the lurch.”

“You said yourself you don’t have a choice. The shelter is fine, you’ve got good people there and you spoke to Bea. Come on, sleep, just a bit.” It’s probably futile but he kisses his temple, wrapping his arm around him trying to encourage him to relax.

“We need to change…before we land.” Henry tries to get up but Alex holds onto him. “What about Arthur?”

“It’s sorted. Our suits are with our stuff and I packed Arthur the darkest clothes he owns. Anything else we can get in England. Just try and sleep, yeah? I’ll wake you in plenty of time to change and make your calls.”

“You don’t give up do you?”

“I’m Alex, have we met?”

When he’s sure Henry’s sleeping he gets up out of his seat and wanders further up the cabin so he can talk without waking his family. Dragging his phone from his pocket he calls the one person who can usually gives him advice.

“Alejandro, shouldn’t you be halfway over the Atlantic by now?”

“I am. Henry’s sleeping and…”

“You’re freaking out.” He should’ve known she’d get it, she always knew him too well.

“Chances of me getting through this next couple of weeks without burning England to the ground?”

“Oh that’s a big fat zero.”

“That’s what I thought. Any advice?”

“Don’t kill any of them.”

“Gee, Nora, that’s helpful.” He lowers his voice even though he’s at the other end of the cabin and he’s ninety five percent sure Henry’s sleeping. “I don’t know how this is going to go.”

“And you hate that. Look, Henry’s strong.” She was the one he’d talked to when his guilt at being the reason Henry had left his family had got too much and she knew more than the others did about the whole situation.

“Yeah he is, but how much is he supposed to take? They picked away at him until he had no choice anymore. If we’d never got together, I don’t…” He stops. She might know a lot but only he knew just how bad it was for Henry all but alone in the palace after his father died. That’s no one else’s business. “I just don’t want to lose him.”

“Oh Alex, you’re not going to, and those numbers are solid. Trust me. Have I ever set you wrong?”

“Well there was that one taco stand on the campaign in Milwaukee.” He teases, feeling a bit better.

“And here I am trying to help you.”

“Ok, ok.”

“All you can do is be there for him. I’m pretty sure that’s all he needs.” He nods even though she can’t see him and looks over at the two most important people in his life, getting back to his feet when he sees Arthur starting to wake.

“Yeah, thanks. I should go, Arthur’s up and I don’t want him to wake Henry.”

“Sure. I’ll see you soon. I’m representing my grandfather, not that I’m all that much about paying respects to her but that way I get to see the two of you and I can spoil my little peanut.”

“Between you and Pez I don’t know who’s worse. Thanks again Nora.”

When they hang up he settles in with Arthur on his lap, quietly watching a movie while Henry sleeps.

Surprisingly Henry sleeps for most of the flight and Alex spends his time researching royal funerals while Arthur plays once the movie fails to hold his attention. As promised he wakes Henry in time and he joins him back in their seats when he’s finished talking to his sister.

“Bea says she and mum are back at Kensington. Mum doesn’t want to stay at Buckingham.” Despite sleeping he still looks exhausted.

“Doesn’t she have to now she’s Queen?”

“Most do but she’s never liked the place. Too big and draughty she says. So they’ll be there when we arrive.” Alex nods, sliding his arm around Henry. “It’s going to be a mess, with the press…”

“No change there then. We’ll manage baby.”

“At least it’s Saturday.” He must look confused because Henry looks up with a smile. “British royalty darling, we don’t do ceremony on Sundays. Sundays are for church. So, it’ll be Monday before we face the hordes.”

[shichey97]

Long Live 6

May 10, 2003

“Mom. Steve.” he said as he came up and sat down by me at the table. “I’m nervous.” He says as he looks at us. He was always so confident so this was surprising to me. “What is it, sweetheart?” I ask, taking his hand with a soft smile. I was worried about him, but knew he’d be ok. The first 5 years of his life were hard because I was terrified the Upside Down was going to come back, but apparently they really got him in ‘86.

“Higgins has given me trouble for 4 years. What if he doesn’t let me graduate today?” he asks, looking at them both. He doesn’t know why he wouldn’t be able to graduate, but it constantly worried him because he’s the first blood Munson to graduate as he’s been so kindly reminded by Higgins. 

“He’s been the principal for 20 years. He’s ancient.”Steve says softly. “You have had straight A’s the entire 4 years so there’s no reason why you shouldn’t graduate.”

“He’s right. He legally cannot hold you back.” I say brushing his hair back gently. I became a lawyer after I graduated and started helping the people of Hawkins despite hating them for what they did to Eddie. “If he tries I’ll sue him.”

He laughs softly and nods, “Ok..I’m going to change and then we can head to the high school.” He says before going upstairs.

When he was 13 I gave him his dad’s guitar pick necklace. What he really wanted was his Dad’s vest, but I hadn’t been ready to let go of it. When he was 15 I gave him his dad’s rings which he never wore. When he was 16 I gave him Eddie’s guitar. Now that he turned 18 I gave him Eddie’s vest. I could see him from our spot on the bleachers wearing it on the outside of his robes. Robin, Gareth, Jeff, and Grant were sitting by us with smiles on their faces.

From behind he reminds me of Eddie because he has his curls and build. He looked so much like him it made my heart ache. The only thing he got from me was my eyes and mouth. His personality was something unique to him. I knew it was going to be a kicker when he turned and gave me a thumbs up before going up to make his speech. Being Valedictorian was a huge deal and made me more than a little bit proud. “Hey everyone. For those of you who don't know me, my name is Eddie Munson. I am the first male Munson to graduate in a few generations. My dad and namesake would’ve been the first 17 years ago.” He says looking at everyone. “My entire highschool career I heard from my teachers and Higgins that I wouldn’t make it. That I was just another junior that would take after my grandfather and father. I’m supposed to talk about how great this school is and how wonderful my school career was, but in truth this school, and town, is terrible.” He walks away from the podium and gets back in line.

I smiled and shook my head with a small laugh. He looked back at us when Steve and Robin cheered for him. I waved before looking at Higgins’ face. It was red, angry, and he made an angry gesture to someone who started calling people. When they got to him they used his full name; probably to intimidate him.

“Edward Dustin Munson.” The woman calls. Eddie jr walked up on the stage, took his diploma, and flipped Higgins off before walking off. We didn’t stay after that; there wasn’t any point to staying. We all headed back to Steve’s house and ate and drank.

It was an hour later when he stood and cleared his throat, “When I was 15 I found my mom’s letters she wrote to my dad. I was nosey and read them. I took bits and pieces from them and created a song that I want to perform for you guys.”

He sat at the piano and began playing, “Don’t go tonight. Stay here one more time. Remind me what it’s like. And let’s fall in love one more time. I need you, now, by my side. It tears me up when you turn me down. I’m begging, please just stick around.”

“I’m sorry, don’t leave me, I want you here with me. I know that your love is gone. I can’t breathe, I'm so weak, I know this isn’t easy. Don’t tell me that your love is gone; That your love is gone.” He sings softly causing tears to run down my cheeks. “Don’t tell me that your love is gone; That your love is gone.”

“I’m sorry, don’t leave me, I want you here with me. I know that your love is gone. I can’t breathe, I'm so weak, I know this isn’t easy. Don’t tell me that your love is gone; That your love is gone.” He sings this repeat passionately and then quiets down again as he sings. He keeps playing as he drags out the word gone, “That your love is gone.” “I can’t breathe. I’m so weak. I know this isn’t easy. Don’t tell me that your love is gone. That your love is gone.” He sings slowly as he finishes playing. He stands as everyone claps. I walk to him and hug him tightly, “Thank you sweetheart. It was beautiful.” I say quietly and sniffle when he hugs me back.

“I love you, mama. Thank you for being my mom. You could’ve given me up or worse, but you kept me and raised me so thank you so much.” He says softly. “Oh baby. Neither of those were an option to me. I’m honored you’re my son.” She says kissing his cheek gently. “You’re getting too tall.” “You’re just short, mama.” He says with a chuckle as his girlfriend shows up. He kisses his mom’s head before going to his girlfriend.

After the party settled into a game of DnD I went upstairs and began to write a letter to Eddie. Something I hadn’t done in a few years.

Hey Eddie,

Our son graduated today. He wore your vest and necklace before flipping Higgins off and we were all proud. He became Valedictorian. Top of his class. He proved to this damn town what I already knew. Munson men are capable of great things. I miss you so much, but I have a lot of things I still need to do here. Ed has a girlfriend and she’s adorable. She’s like 5’2 with blonde hair and green eyes. Her name is Alicia. You’d have liked her. She body checked Andy’s kid for being a bully and bullying Ed. Steve plays DnD now and so does Robin. Gareth is our son’s godfather. The CC boys are good; Grant became a plumber, Jeff is a locksmith, and Gareth is a bartender musician. I gave him your lyrics. He’s gonna make it big one day, I just know it.

I am a lawyer now. I had just started classes last time I wrote to you, but I made it. I think it’s time for a change, but I’ll have to take Harrington. All he has is me, Robin, and Ed. Robin lives in Indianapolis with her girlfriend Sarah. They’re really happy and they’re having a baby soon. I just wanted to update you on what’s been going on here.

I’ll never be able to express how much you mean to me. Thank you for accepting me into Hellfire and it was a real treat baby. I’ll see you when I see you. I love you. ~Yours forever

[marcusoseman99]

songs of the isle pt.3

Papa: come on, dinner will be ready by now

*They both leave Vicks baren room to the dining room downstairs, the dining room is a large space with white wallpaper that has blue flowers.

 The room is sprinkled with smooth brown wooden furniture, like a large liquor cabinet packed with alcohol with names that sound like exotic locations at the very back of the room behind the dining table.

The dining table has a darker wood then the rest of the furniture in the room, the table has matching chairs with ornate designs and carvings, the table has three sets of cutlery each set has small unique carvings of animals on each

As Vick is taking in the beauty and energy of the room an older woman walks into the room with two plates in hand and places them at the table before she realises Vick is standing in the doorway with his Papa standing behind him. *

Older woman: oh, is that you sweetheart.

*She walks over to Vick and hugs him then takes a step back with her hands on his shoulders*

Older woman: oh, I have miss you, how has my favourite granddaughter been then.

*There is a visible tension so strong that feels like a heat wave that is felt and seen after the older woman stops talking*

Older woman: what, what’s wrong

Papa: He is our grandson, Debbie

Debbie: oh, this nonsense is still going on then

Vick: Gran please

Debbie: You are still a child; you cannot make this decision for yourself.

Vick: I am 17 and 18 soon enough I can make my own decisions.

Debbie: no, you cannot you are still too young to know if you are a boy, you should see what it is like to be a woman.

Vick: well- you

Debbie: Well, what?

Vick: nothing, let’s eat.

Debbie: that a girl

*Vicks Papa sighs and they all begin to eat at the table together it is a quiet and awkward experience for all, they all leave the table*

Vick: I am going to bed.

Debbie: go help your grandfather with the dishes while I set some food out for our friend in the woods.

*Vick and his Papa look to each other then walk to the end of the dining table then takes a left turn into the kitchen and start washing the dishes that Debbie collected for them to clean*

Papa: I’m sorry, she just needs more time, son

Vick: She has plenty time already, why does it matter to her it’s my life.

Papa: it may not look like it, but she cares, she just wants what’s best for you

Vick: She wants what’s better for the version of me she thinks she knows, that’s it

*They finish the dishes in silence, papa walks outside, and Vick walks upstairs he goes into his room and curls up into a ball on the bed appearing as a drop of colour in the white sheetless bed, light blue is added in this mixture as Vick beginnings to sob into his hands using his sleeves to dry his eyes, but the tears don’t stop.

The view slowly leaves Vick and goes out of his window to show his grandparents sitting together laughing together while they stare in wonder and slight fear as they watch Debbie’s friend eat out of the bowl filled with leftovers, the friend in question is a red wolf its head would easily be at the stomach of any average sized man it doesn’t even acknowledge the couple sitting near him, to invested in his meal*

Papa: *stops laughing slowly and comes to a serious but relaxed face* Debbie, you ae really upsetting him

Debbie: who, what him?

Papa: oh, you know, our grandson upstairs

Debbie: oh, well she will need to understand that somethings can’t be change, I want her to live a full life that she deserves not get stuck in a body she will hate once she is older.  

Papa: come on, you know how much it hurt him to have to pretend and be someone else, I believe our grandchild should have the option to explore who he is even is we don’t understand

Debbie: this is nonsense, she hasn’t even tried being a girl yet how can she know, you can’t just change who you are because you feel like it, I don’t know how you can sit there and watch her ruin her life, what if she wants to have a baby that’s out the bloody window isn’t it.

Papa: he is old enough to decide how he feels about his body, I don’t know everything about this, but things are changing and you need to accept that, Debbie he is fucking 17 he shouldn’t need to think about kids this early he can adopt or any of the hundred other options there is now

Debbie: oh, you can’t change your biology, William.

*William stands up and walks up to the door but before he goes into the house, he turns to look at Debbie who hasn’t moved a muscle*

William: I think it’s time to decide what’s more important our grandsons mental state or what you what to make sense, because I will always choice him.

[skygazer0516]

Titanic: A New Life pt 8

Trigger Warning: Domestic Abuse/Violence

Titanic: A New Life pt. 8.  Trigger warning Domestic Abuse and Mental Anguish. 

Bradley shut the door behind Lara. Almost a little too hard but he could blame it on the wind if he had to.  

Bradley walked into the living room and made eye contact with Claire. “She’s right, you know. Drink your tea and have a couple of biscuits. You should start to feel better enough in time to fix dinner.” He said to Claire as he sat back down in his favorite armchair.  

“Dinner? Honey, surely sandwiches would do. Please, just for tonight. I am in so much pain.” Claire told Bradley, almost pleading. For this was true, now that Claire was home all the exhaustion and pain seemed to multiply. Her head still felt as if an axe had been buried in the back of it while the pain of the black swollen eye made her face feel like it was throbbing. With each breath she took her bruises and fractured ribs pushed against her corset, sending shockwaves of pain through her chest. 

“Now Claire, you’re the woman!” Bradley said sternly. “Therefore, it’s your job to feed the husband. I will give you time to fortify yourself with tea and a little time for rest. But by the end of the hour dinner had better be started.” Bradley explained, trying to show the little sympathy that he was capable of.  

Well, I guess that promise will not hold this time either. Claire thought to herself. But I am in so much pain, how will I cook? What will I cook? How long will... Claire’s thoughts were racing. 

“Well?” Bradley said, snapping Claire out of her downward spiral of thoughts. 

“Yes dear. I’ll get up by the end of the hour and start cooking.” Claire agreed. Bradley grabbed a biscuit and his tea and made his way up to his study. Claire looked at the black marble mantel clock and the time read, “4:30.” Okay that gives me just enough time to finish my tea and only have one biscuit. By that time, I should have fifteen minutes to try and rest a little. Claire thought trying to reassure herself. She finished tea and a biscuit and rested for a bit before. 

*DING, DONG, DONG, DING, BWONG, BWONG...* The grandfather clock sounded the alarm that it was now five-o-clock and dinner had to be started. It was all Claire could do to get up off the couch. Her head throbbing with each beat of her heart. She placed her hand to her forehead and contemplated, how am I going to cook dinner when I can barely stand. No! Get up! No matter how much pain you are in Bradley’s wrath will be worse.  

Claire willed herself into the kitchen step by step. I made it to the kitchen. She thought triumphantly. Now get to the ice box. Claire stepped closer and closer to the white ice box they had that stood next to the far end of the counter. There waiting for her was a wrapped piece of paper held in place by the silver handle. 

“My darling Claire, 

No doubt that Bradley has ordered you to cook “his” dinner for the evening. Knowing full well that you were still hurting. So, I took the liberty to prepare your dinner ahead of time. Inside you will find a butter marinated chicken in a pan ready to cook. On the stovetop there is a cast iron pot with green beans cleaned and stemmed green beans already in water. There is wine in here as well. Chilled and ready for serving. It is from my husband's private collection. Sh! We cleaned the wood and ash compartments and put fresh firewood in there for you.  All you have to do is cook everything. I hoped this helped. 

Love Always,       Lara” 

Postscript. There was a broken picture frame with blood on it sitting beside the sink. I took the liberty of saving the picture and throwing out the frame. The picture is on the dinette table by the corner. 

Claire couldn’t believe what she was reading. She took out her handkerchief and dapped her watery eyes. Such a sweetheart. Claire thought. With this note Claire felt rejuvenated and started working on dinner.  

Claire walked over and opened the junk drawer and took out her box of matches. She pulled one out and began to roll it between her fingers. Claire knew that she would need something to start the fire, so, she made her way to the old brown maple dinette table and found the picture. This picture is ruined due to the blood. I can’t save it. Look at him though. He was such a good man! Wait, he’s still a good man. He just has a lot on him right now and I’m not making things any better. I’ll just take care of this picture. Claire was pacing, struggling and didn’t truly know if she wanted to use this picture to start a fire. Before she knew it, she had stopped pacing right in front of her oven. Fine. Claire thought. She tore the picture up as she knelt to open the black stove fire door. Before she had time to change her mind, Claire threw the scraps into the pit, stroked the match against the oven side and threw it on top of the scraps and wood. Slowly it started to set the kindling and logs on fire. She sat there for a moment and watched the picture scraps burn. As they burned Claire’s hope and future burned with them. 

Once the oven and stove top were hot Claire went to grab the chicken from the ice box to cook. This was challenging to say the least because her ribs hurt with the pulling, lifting and carrying the heavy metal tray. But Claire wouldn’t complain. It was less than she would have to do if Lara had not prepared everything ahead of time. Once the chicken and the green beans were cooking Claire looked at the kitchen wall clock. “5:20” This would mean that dinner would be done by six-o-clock and Bradley would be proud of her. 

 Claire grabbed the bottle of red wine from the ice box and poured herself a glass. Red wines were her favorite and Lara knew this. She rarely enjoyed this though because Bradley enjoyed white wines. Claire allowed herself to take a good slow sip and enjoyed the aged flavors that danced across her tongue. Mmm, Merlot! Claire thought as she took another small sip. She set her glass on the dinette table and started collecting the plates, silverware and glasses to set the table for dinner.   

When Claire had finished setting the table and half of the glass of wine, she noticed the clock. It was almost six. Setting the table and enjoying her glass of wine took longer than usual because of the pain. The alcohol had helped ease her head, although, not by much.  

Claire rushed, as fast as her injuries would allow, back to the oven to check on the chicken. Perfectly golden brown. She grabbed a nearby towel and took the chicken out of the oven. Good, now for the beans. Claire thought. Knowing that it hurt, Claire took a deep breath and began moving the heavy cast iron pot off the stove. Claire took as deep a breath as she could manage and carried the hot pot to the sink. She had to sit the pot on the counter beside the sink for a moment to catch her breath before straining them in the sink. 

The green beans she added to a simple white bowl with green filigree around the brim. Claire neatly carved the chicken breast into slices, cut away legs and thighs, pulled off the wings and arranged the pieces into an enticing look that almost appeared like a professional's handy work. Moving the bowl and chicken to the dinette table, Claire made sure everything was in order: Food in the middle of the table for easy grabbing, plates set so we can face each other, silverware and napkins set and the wine pour... Claire had forgotten to pour his wine. She poured the wine filling his glass and topping off hers. There. It wasn’t easy but Claire had done it. 

“Bradley. Sweetheart! Dinner is ready!” Claire yelled from the kitchen.  

“I’m sitting at the table Claire. I don’t see food.” Bradley proclaimed from the dining room. 

Claire made her way through the swinging door as fast as she could manage in her condition. She saw Bradley sitting at his spot, head of the table, waiting to be served. 

“Oh, I’m sorry dear. The dinette table in the kitchen is already set for dinner. I thought after the past two days we could enjoy dinner sitting closer to each other.” Claire said hopefully. 

“Well, I guess.” Bradley said on the breath of deep sigh that gave away his first sign of becoming frustrated. 

“Good.” Claire said with a wide smile. “Follow me and we will sit down and eat. 

“I know where I’m going.” Bradley snapped pushing his way past her. 

“Yes, of course you do darling.” Claire said hanging her head apologetically.  

“Do not call me “Darling.” Bradley said bluntly. Turning around to face her pointing his finger at her. “Dear” and “Sweetheart” are fine. But never “Darling.” Bradley snarled, turning back on her. 

“Yes, sorry dear.” Claire said, her head still hung forward. She was too scared to look up in fear of seeing what may have been coming. 

Bradley turned back into the kitchen and made his way to the dinette table. Claire followed behind making no noise, as if she were not there at all.  

Bradley began to fill his plate with green beans and chicken. “What no dinner rolls.” He commented.  

Claire noticed that she, nor Lara, had not prepped rolls, all she could do was to try and pacify him. “I am sorry Bradley. I did not think...” 

“No. Obviously not.”  Bradley interrupted. “What could possibly be the reason for forgetting the rolls?” 

“My head is still fuzzy from yesterday and I am sure we are out of yeast.” Claire said in the faint cry of a whisper. 

“No yeast huh?” Bradley said standing from his seat. He made his way to the cupboard that held their baking needs and there it was clear as crystal, “Yeast” in a small jar. Bradley threw the small jar at Claire slamming and breaking against the wall. Nearly missing Claire’s face.  

“There is your yeast. Have my damn bread next time. If you cannot use that buy some tomorrow!” Bradley said as he made his way back to his seat. “No bread.” He murmured as he slammed back down into his seat.  

Bradley sampled a piece of the sliced chicken breast resting on his plate. “Pass the gravy for this dry chicken.” 

“What?” Claire asked, confused. 

“The gravy! Pass the gravy!” Bradley said over exaggerating each word. Samming his down on the table with each word; and with each hit the table jolted shaking the plates, silverware, glasses and Claire’s nervous system. 

“I am sorry dear. There is no gravy.” Claire said in shock. 

“No gravy she says. Ha, no gravy.” Bradley says smiling hanging his head shaking it back and forth. 

Bradley grabs the dinette set on each side and jolted himself upward. “No gravy! No bread! What fucking good are you?” His eyes were almost black, and foam had formed in the left corner of his mouth. Spraying Claire as he yelled at her. 

“Bradley, please!” Claire begged as tears started to pool in her eyes. 

“Bradley, please! Bradley please what?!” He screamed as he flipped over the dinette table sending everything flying. Plates, bowls and glasses shattering on the floor. Wine and food scattering out as if it had been shot out of a cannon onto the floor.  

“You piece of shit woman! You have one damn job!” He was towering over her at this point causing Claire to throw her hands up in front of her face out of fear. Bradley grabbed her wrists forced them apart making Claire look at him. 

 “Cook my damn food the way it’s supposed to be cooked! Choaking on this fucking dry chicken with no gravy. No bread to help fill my stomach!” He had thrown her wrist away from each other. He grabbed her face with his left hand and forcibly turned it to the mess on the floor. “Now look!” Pointing with his right hand to the spilled food. “There is a mess on my floor! Food gone to waste because of your negligence!”  

Before Claire could respond Bradley had let go of her face. He grabbed her blouse with left hand and slapped her across her, already bruised and sore, right eye with the back of his right. This whited out Claire’s vision in that eye. Bradley threw her to the floor towards the mess, paying no mind to the broken plates, glass or cutlery that were there. “Clean this shit up! I am grabbing a beer and going to bed.” Bradley said as he walked over to the ice box, grabbed his beer and walked out of the kitchen. 

In a numb haze Claire cleaned the mess on the floor and made her way to bed. Though she had not paid attention to it at the time, Claire was grateful to be numb. She fell sleep staring out the slightly opened window without noticing the pain that would have seized her body. 

[bisquicklite]

I haven't talked about my wol much because I am painfully shy, but we've been working on that, and for Lady Ram I can babble incoherently and self-indulgently :3 (This is a lot longer than I expected it to be, but I did write it up at 3am when I couldn't sleep and I was having Thoughts about Her. I am so sorry.)

This is Osha Qhantari, named for the Occupational Safety and Health Administration and because it is a lore friendly Keeper name, and I think that's hilarious. She is modeled after my own irl black cat (Scrambles the Death Dealer) but she has big Orange Cat energy. (Really just one brain cell doing it's best in there. But she's a sweetheart, so that accounts for something.)

(I do not have very much visual media for her, but I do have oodles of thoughts and plots)

Osha's best friend is a spriggan named Qiggy, whom she met in Coerthas while trying to find Cid's airship. (Insert handcrafted meet-cute for Osha and Haurchefant that involves saving Qiggy from a lesser dragon and irresponsible cave exploring practices that I still have to write.) They have been inseparable since.

Her mother may have taught her the healing arts but her grandfather taught her how to throw a mean right hook. Osha discovers during her training that you can take the girl out of Gridania, but you cannot make her forget how to cast stone and aero;  and so her fighting style inevitably evolved into something damnably similar to earth and air bending

She is totally in love with one Haurchefant Greystone. Osha determined this in a similar way to how stray cats pick a random passerby and decide that that's their person; going purely off vibes. (And really, can you blame her?) This girl is not highly educated but she does have great instincts. Haurchefant, in turn, is totally stoked by this.

(Our favorite knight also lives in her canon because Osha deserves nice things and I'm a big fan of Everyone Lives AUs)

I'd like to think their relationship develops rather hard and fast; Osha is a romantic, after all, and being raised to praise the Lover she believes that love is best when its acted upon. And how is Haurchefant (who I look at and see a man who is so very full of love, and is so ready to give it if given half the chance) meant to resist when he is being actively pursued by an adorable catgirl who gets into fist fights (and wins) with primals?

Especially cute moments that live in my head rent free between these two: First of all they spend the entire time flirting with each other in between saving spriggans, searching for Cid's lost airship, and saving Francel from heretical plots.

Then on the way out from Dragonhead, Haurchefant makes sure to see her off at the gate, and Osha gets to be all "Hey, I know Ishgardians are reserved about public displays of affection, but can I have a kiss? For luck?" Which I'd like to think would briefly compromise Haurch and make him a blushy mess before absolutely agreeing (He'd kiss her in front of an audience with the entire Holy See if given the chance, so he thinks nothing of it while so far removed in Dragonhead). So they kiss, while she is still on chocobo back, leaning over far enough to reach while he holds the bird's reins and goes on tiptoes. Its romantic. Its sweet. Osha rides off to Whitebrim to do more Hero Coded Fetch Quests, and Haurchefant does not get any more paperwork done for several days.

After that they exchange letters and gifts- Osha rationalizing that, after defeating Garuda and the mess with the newly unveiled Ultima Weapon, its really just polite of her to let someone in Ishgard know about that development. And if she opens the door to exchanging letters with a certain knight, well that's just a pleasant side effect.

And if they keep exchanging letters even when there isn't realm threatening news to pass on, well. Have you see the guy? He's absolutely lovely.

There is more but I am acutely aware of how long this is getting. Much love hope the rest of the week is better! :3 <3

I had a bit of a rough day today...

So if any of my followers want to reblog this and talk about their OCS, ships, share screenshots, etc. I would love to perceive them 💕

Posting about my OC ships below the cut so this doesn't get too long ❤️

You may already know of my OCs, Ramora (my duskwight WoL) and Ger (my Ishgardian OC, Haurchefant's most loyal knight)!

Ramora is pan, Ger is demi. They are both poly & multiship.

I have many pairings together with my RP partner @lynnslight, but our main ships are RamLynn & AyaGer. 🎨: @/rozelque

Lynn is a dragon from a different world who was called to Eorzea by Hydaelyn. In a good bit of our universes, she is a co-WoL with Ram! Though it is a Scooby-Doo revolving door type situation, where they haven't met until the start of Shadowbringers.

Aya is a Fae Fox, Cleric to the Goddess Inari, who can travel from world to world. In most of our universes, she worlds travels to Eorzea, to Coerthas in particular, and meets Ger. ❤️ Most often, this is post Heavensward.

I also ship Ger with my friend @lukeslikefire's nonbinary OC, Kaoru!

In this universe, Kaoru (they/them) is the WoL. We both love Haurchefant a whole lot, so ofc we had to make it an OT3 💕

Haurchefant seems to have a thing for short redheads 🤔

Screenshot created by Luke~ ❤️