#they are so wonderful and funny and their joy is infectious and their voice is so lovely and they’re so thoughtful and caring and loving and

[breederbutch]

i just love my beloved so much and my heart bursts at the mere sight of them that's the entire fucking post to be honest

men, 17-, inc3st/r-pe/ag3pl4y/lesphobic kink apologists dni

[cumironi]

when you brought home a stray kitten + satosugu

your boyfriends had just gotten back from work, both tired and ready to relax with you. as they walked through the front door, they heard something unexpected—your soft giggles and the sound of you talking to someone. the laughter was warm, genuine, and they immediately knew you were happy, but the confusion set in quickly. you hadn’t mentioned having anyone over today.

they exchanged puzzled looks, silently questioning each other about whether they missed something. suguru raised an eyebrow, his face showing slight concern, while satoru just shrugged, though there was a hint of curiosity in his eyes.

“did she mention anyone coming over?” geto whispered, trying to recall any part of the conversation earlier in the day that might explain this. “not that i remember,” gojo replied, his voice just as low. “she usually tells us everything, though. let’s go see.”

as they stepped into the room, the sound of your laughter grew louder, filling the air with an infectious joy that made them pause for a moment. your back was facing them as you sat on the couch, your body practically shaking from the intensity of your giggles. it wasn’t just a small chuckle—they could tell you were in a full-blown giggling fit, completely absorbed in whatever was in front of you.

gojo raised an eyebrow, his curiosity piqued, while geto crossed his arms, silently wondering what could possibly have you this entertained without them. they could hear the occasional gasp for breath between your laughter, as if you were trying to calm down but failing miserably.

“she’s really losing it,” gojo whispered to geto, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. he found it amusing how happy you were, but he couldn’t help but wonder what was so funny that it had you in this state.

“let’s see what’s got her in stitches,” geto replied softly, though a hint of curiosity flickered in his eyes. they moved closer, trying to be quiet as they walked over to see what had you giggling so uncontrollably. as the two jujutsu sorcerers approached, trying to remain unnoticed, they could hear you trying to gasp for air before another small burst of giggles escaped. the two men looked at each other for a second, silently trying to figure out what you could possibly be watching.

finally, they were close enough for them to see over your shoulder, and what they saw made them even more puzzled than before.

”what the hell..” gojo muttered under his breath, his eyes widening slightly.

you had a tiny kitten cradled in your hands, no older than a month, its fur soft and fluffy. the kitten was purring softly as it looked up at you with wide, innocent eyes. you turned towards them with a bright smile, finally noticing their presence, your laughter still lingering. “oh,” you said casually, as if realizing they’d just gotten home and had caught you mid-giggle fit.

before either of them could ask what was going on, you lifted the kitten up to their faces, proudly displaying the tiny creature. “baby, meet giggleshitter,” you said with all the giggling once again, your eyes sparkled with mischief. the kitten let out a tiny meow, as if agreeing with you, its little body shifting in your hands.

gojo couldn’t help but smirk at the sight. seeing you holding the tiny, purring kitten with such joy and affection was absolutely adorable, and the idea of you naming it ‘giggleshitter’ only added to the amusement.

“giggleshitter, huh?” he chuckled, clearly amused by the choice. “pretty fitting, honestly.”

gojo seemed mostly entertained, meanwhile, geto’s expression was less playful. he crossed his arms, his frown deepening slightly as he eyed the kitten. he was more cautious when it came to stray animals, especially knowing how much you loved to bring them home. “where did you find it?” he asked, his voice calm but holding a hint of disapproval.

your eyes widened at his question, and in an instant, you let out a small “oh,” realizing you were caught. without thinking, you tried to hide the kitten behind your back, awkwardly shifting on the couch. the kitten let out a soft meow as it nestled against your side, but you acted like you hadn’t heard it, pretending to look away, as if hoping geto wouldn’t press further.

“uh... well...” you stammered, still avoiding eye contact, knowing full well geto wasn’t a fan of you picking up strays and bringing them into the house. the silence between you stretched, and you could feel both their eyes on you, waiting for your answer.

despite your attempt to hide the kitten, it was way too obvious. gojo was already leaning forward to try and see it, amused by the whole situation, while geto's sharp eyes were focused on you, waiting for your response.

he tilted his head questioningly, raising an eyebrow as he took a step closer. “don't tell me you picked up another stray,” he remarked, his voice low. the hint of annoyance in his tone was clear, but he was also trying to remain patient. as you continued to try to avoid their gazes, gojo couldn't resist any longer, and he leaned forward even more, his smirk now full-blown. he was clearly more relaxed about the situation, but he knew that geto wasn't going to let it go that easily.

“come on, admit it,” he teased, a hint of playful mockery in his voice. “you found this little bugger somewhere, didn't you?”

“oh come on. it was really cute and all alone outside.” you defended, looking up at him with pleading eyes as you shifted awkwardly, feeling a no guilt.

geto let out a sigh. as much as he knew you had a soft heart, he couldn’t shake the worry he felt every time you brought another stray animal home. he reached up to pinch the bridge of his nose, a small gesture of frustration. “darling, i told you about bringing a stray animal into the house, right?” he pointed out.

gojo stifled a chuckle, clearly amused by how you were trying to wriggle your way out of the situation. he found your pleading expression undeniably cute, and though he secretly admired your love for animals, he wasn’t about to openly side with you—not with geto already on edge.

“you’re kinda weak against cute things, huh?” he teased, crossing his arms and smirking down at you. it was his usual playful tone, but even he knew when to tread lightly around geto.

geto, however, wasn’t as easily swayed. his expression remained serious, his patience clearly wearing thin as he looked at you, eyes filled with a mix of concern and exasperation. “we’ve discussed this before,” he said firmly, though there was still a gentleness in his voice. he wasn’t angry, just worried about the strays you kept picking up.

you knew he had a point, but that didn’t stop you from pouting in response. with a soft sigh, you placed the kitten gently in your lap, your fingers lightly brushing its fur as it snuggled up to your hand. watching its tiny body curl into you, you couldn’t help but murmur, “i know... but still...” your voice trailed off, filled with soft affection as you stroked the kitten, already too attached to let go.

you glanced up at geto with wide, hopeful eyes, hoping he’d see how much you cared. “look at him, suguru... he’s so small, and i couldn’t just leave him there. he needs someone...” your voice was soft, almost a whisper, as you tried to sway him, your pout growing more pronounced.

as you petted the kitten, gojo's smirk grew wider. he could see how attached you were to the little creature, and he found it strangely endearing. he almost thought about backing you up, but he knew better than to get in the middle of you and geto.

geto's expression remained stoic, but the hint of a frown on his face revealed his struggle. he hated seeing you so attached to the cat, but seeing you pouting, knowing how much you cared, was making it hard for him to stay firm. he let out a deep sigh, his resolve wavering just a little.

“baby doll,” he said, his voice still firm yet tender. he tried to keep a stern face, but it was obvious that your pleading was slowly wearing him down. “you know we can't keep every stray you find, right?” he stepped closer, his eyes fixed on yours as he tried to reason with you. it was hard for him to stay stern when you looked at him like that, but he was trying his best to be the voice of reason.

as geto stepped closer, trying to keep his voice steady and firm, you felt your pout deepen. you continued to pet the kitten gently, your fingers brushing over its tiny head as it purred contently in your lap. you knew he had a point, you really did—but the way the kitten nuzzled into your hand, so small and helpless, made it impossible for you to give up.

you didn’t look at him right away, letting the silence linger for a second. your pout grew even more exaggerated, and when you finally glanced up at him with wide, pleading eyes, you let out a soft, almost pitiful sigh. “just this one,” you said quietly, your voice barely above a whisper, filled with all the tenderness you could muster.

you paused for a moment, and then, as if to emphasize your point, you lifted the kitten slightly, holding it up so geto could see its tiny face up close. “look at him, suguru... he’s just a baby.”

the kitten let out a small meow, as if it knew you were pleading its case. your lower lip quivered slightly as you gave him your best pleading look, the kind that always seemed to make him waver.

“please,” you added softly, your voice carrying a hint of desperation. “just this one. i promise i’ll take care of him. you won’t even have to lift a finger. he’ll be no trouble at all.”

gojo watched the two of you intently, quietly witnessing the exchange. he could practically see the internal struggle written all over geto’s face. he knew the look in your eyes, the pleading tone in your voice, and the effect it was having on their boyfriend.

geto let out a defeated sigh, his stern expression slowly giving way to a mix of resignation and care. his eyes softened, gaze fixated on the tiny kitten in your hands, meowing gently. he tried to remain firm, he really did, but he was helpless against your charms.

“dammit,” he muttered under his breath. “i..” he paused, letting out a sigh that was a mix of frustration and affection. he knew he was weakening, that he was slowly giving in to your pleading. but then the kitten let out another small, innocent meow, and geto could feel his resistance crumbling away.

“fine,” he finally relented, his voice quieter than before. “we’ll keep the damn thing... for now. but this is it, you hear me? no more strays after this one.”

as soon as the words left geto’s mouth, your pout vanished in an instant, replaced by a bright, wide grin that lit up your whole face. you couldn’t contain the excitement bubbling up inside you, and you nodded eagerly, your hands still gently cradling the kitten.

“thank you, suguru!” you exclaimed, your voice filled with joy and relief. your smile was so wide it almost hurt, and without thinking, you leaned forward, giving him a quick but affectionate kiss on the cheek.

the kitten, as if sensing your happiness, let out another tiny meow, snuggling into your hands even more. you looked down at it and then back up at geto, your grin only growing. “you’re the best,” you added softly, your eyes sparkling with gratitude.

geto's expression softened even more as you kissed his cheek. despite his initial resistance, he couldn't help but feel a sense of warmth and satisfaction at seeing how happy you were. he knew he’d be kicking himself later for giving in so easily, but seeing your grin, hearing your excitement, he knew he could never truly say no to you.

he rolled his eyes in a playful manner, pretending to be annoyed by your affection. “yeah, yeah,” he said, a ghost of a smile forming on his lips. “just remember, no more strays after this one.”

he gave your forehead a gentle kiss, the gesture affectionate and tender. despite his earlier protests, the sight of your happiness softened him even more. “you make it so damn impossible to say no to you,” he muttered, his voice soft and affectionate.

[enha-hype]

the sound of you

pairing : nicholas wang x reader

genre : pure fluff!! established relationship

warnings : none i think?

word count : 0.9k

Nicholas had been a little quiet ever since he got home from work that evening. It was clear he was lost in thought about something. When you asked him about it, he just chalked it up to him being tired but you knew there was something more to it. Still, you didn’t want to be pushy so you left it at that, knowing that he’d tell you about it when he was ready.

A few hours later, you’re in bed looking at your phone with your head resting on his chest, which is when he finally brings himself to ask what’s been bugging him all day. “Y/n? Do you find me scary?”

You put your phone down and turn to face him. “What?”

“It’s just, you know, everyone I meet always tells me that I come off as scary and intimidating – even Euijoo and Fuma felt the same when they first met me apparently – so I couldn’t help but wonder if you maybe feel the same as well at times. Because…well, because I don’t want you to feel that way, ever,” his voice is soft and a little sad. He meets your gaze, like he wants you to know he really means this. “I want to be your safe space, your comfort person. I know I have sharp features that make me look a little threatening at times, but you know I’d never do anything to hurt you, right?”

“Oh my love,” you cup his cheek. “Is that what you’ve been thinking about all evening?”

He nods, covering your hand with his.

“God, you are so cute,”

He frowns. “Cute?”

“Yes, cute. Baby, I’ve never found you scary.”

“Really?”

“Uh huh. I find you about as scary as a baby kitten,”

“But kittens are already babies,”

“Exactly,”

“You could’ve just stopped with you’re not scary,” he sulks, a little offended.

You giggle. “But you know now that I think about it, I never did tell you about how I first fell for you, did I?”

He shakes his head, his eyes widening in sudden curiosity. “How?”

“It was love at first sound for me – the sound of your laugh. You sounded like the sun, Nicho, and it was so lovely and infectious I couldn’t help smiling too. You were with Euijoo, and it must’ve been something really funny because you were laughing for two minutes straight and this might sound silly, but I will cherish those two minutes for the rest of my life. I’d had such a shitty day and was feeling pretty hopeless, but then I heard you laugh and all I could think was, well a world that is capable of producing such a delightful sound can’t be so bad, can it? I don’t know if anyone has told you but your laugh is so . . . it embodies happiness. You know those pictures of rabbits that are captioned, ‘That’s the most bunniest looking rabbit I’ve seen’? That’s kind of what your laugh is like,”

He laughs and shakes his head like you’re crazy, although he feels his cheeks flush red. “You’re being ridiculous,”

You continue undeterred, “Like, if I were to meet an alien and had to explain what laughter is, I’d make them listen to your laugh specifically and say, ‘This is the sound we produce when our bodies are filled with so much joy we can hardly contain it. This is what happiness sounds like’,”

“Okay, you’ve gone beyond ridiculous now,” he rolls his eyes, but he feels his chest swell with love. What did he ever do to deserve someone like you?

“No, I’m serious! When I first listened to you laugh, it made me want to keep listening to it, to be the reason for your laughter henceforth. And I swear to God even today every time I hear you laugh and see your eyes crinkle in that adorable way, I fall in love a little bit more which is insane because I think my heart might just burst at this rate. And to someone who fell in love with your laugh, can you imagine how ridiculous it sounds to be told you’re scary?” you smile, booping his nose.

God, you’re going to make him cry at this rate. He pulls you to his chest, hoping you won’t notice how he’s already teared up a little. “How come you’ve never told me this before?” he asks. “All this time I thought you didn’t know me until Euijoo introduced us,”

“Well you never asked, for one thing. Besides, admitting how utterly, hopelessly, head-over-heels I am for you is hardly in my best interests, is it? Because I know now you’re definitely going to use this information to blackmail me all the time.”

This earns another laugh from him, and it surprises you how you haven’t gotten used to its effect on you even after so many months together. You didn’t know it was possible to love someone so much.

Objectively speaking, you could understand where people came from when they said he’s intimidating. But for you personally, you just couldn’t see it because ugh, even when you guys argued he had this softness in his eyes that melted your heart. Even otherwise, he was only scary until one got to know what a softie he actually was, and you were sure even Euijoo and Fuma could attest to that fact.

“Well I’m not making any promises, but I’ll try to keep the teasing and blackmailing to a bare minimum,” he says in a mock-serious tone.

You pull back to look at him. “Uh huh, and what would be the ‘bare minimum’ according to you?”

“Oh I don’t know, I’m thinking like thrice a day?”

You punch him playfully. He breaks into a smile, closing the distance between you with a kiss.

you can read my other works here

a/n : yes i wrote this solely because i needed to gush about how much i freaking love hearing nicho's laugh. i'm not even kidding i genuinely think he has the best laugh i've ever heard, just listening to it makes me so happy. if any of y'all win a fancall with him i need you to tell him how beautiful his laugh is please also why am i just a nichojoo account atp. someday soon i will get over the nichojoo brainrot and write for other idols but that day is not today apparently

divider credits : @cafekitsune

[muiitoloko]

I saw that you've written some stuff about Lionel and Turpin being fathers (which by the way I loved reading them and am still waiting for more content), that made me wonder what Sinclair Bryant would be like if he were a father

Title: The Playful Heart

Summary: Sinclair Bryant’s childlike spirit shines as he and his son embark on imaginative adventures, bringing warmth and laughter into their home.

Pairing: Sinclair Bryant × Fem! Reader & OC

Warnings: None.

Author's Notes: Thank you so much! I'm thrilled you enjoyed the Lionel and Turpin dad content! 😊 As for Sinclair Bryant being a father, oh boy, that would be something! I imagine he'd be the kind of dad who's equal parts loving and totally clueless. Like, he'd give his kids books on advanced science when they’re five, and when they cry because they don’t get it, he’d be like, "But it’s fascinating, don’t you think?" He'd probably also lose track of time reading and forget that his toddler is still sitting in their high chair... But his heart would definitely be in the right place! 😅

I might just have to explore that more—thanks for the idea! 😄

Also read on Ao3

You stood in the doorway of the living room, hands on your hips, a bemused smile tugging at your lips as you watched the two men you loved most in this life—your husband, Sinclair Bryant, and your two-year-old son, James Bryant—crawling around on all fours, completely engrossed in their game. The sight of them together, both blond heads bobbing up and down as they moved across the carpet, filled you with warmth. But there was also a fair amount of curiosity as you tried to figure out exactly what they were doing.

“What are you two playing this time?” you asked, amusement lacing your tone as you tilted your head, trying to make sense of the scene before you.

James, ever the enthusiastic little boy, looked up at you with a wide grin, his hazel eyes sparkling with excitement. “We’re dogs, Mommy!” he declared proudly, his voice bubbling with joy. “Daddy says we’re playing pretend to be dogs!”

You blinked, momentarily caught off guard by the declaration. Before you could fully process the idea of your husband and son playing pretend dogs, you noticed Sinclair by the couch, and your confusion deepened.

“Clair?” you called out, your voice carrying a note of disbelief as you saw him crouched near the armrest, his expression entirely too serious for someone involved in such a ridiculous activity.

Before you could say anything else, Sinclair, in all his child-like exuberance, proceeded to lift his leg as if he were a dog marking his territory—on the couch. Your eyes widened in shock, and without thinking, you quickly approached him, your hands pushing against his shoulder as you urgently hissed, “Stop it, Sinclair! What on earth are you doing?”

James, who had been watching his father with rapt attention, burst into a fit of giggles, his laughter filling the room with an infectious joy. “Daddy’s being a doggy!” he squealed, clearly delighted by the absurdity of the situation.

Sinclair looked up at you with wide, innocent eyes, his blond hair slightly tousled from all the crawling around. “What?” he asked, his tone completely guileless. “Dogs do this all the time, don’t they? I was just showing James how to—”

You quickly cut him off with a mix of exasperation and affection. “Clair, sweetie, we don’t need to teach James how to pretend to pee like a dog. Especially not on the couch.”

Realization dawned on Sinclair’s face, and a sheepish grin spread across his lips. “Ah, right,” he said, his baritone voice tinged with a touch of embarrassment. “Probably not the best idea.”

James, still giggling, crawled over to you, tugging at your pant leg as he looked up with a beaming smile. “Mommy, Daddy’s funny!” he declared, his little face glowing with pure, unfiltered joy.

You couldn’t help but laugh, the situation too ridiculous not to find humor in it. You bent down to scoop James into your arms, pressing a kiss to his soft blond hair. “Yes, Daddy is very funny,” you agreed, your eyes meeting Sinclair’s with a mix of amusement and love.

Sinclair, ever the good-natured father, straightened up and ran a hand through his hair, still grinning despite his earlier misstep. “Well, I suppose we’ll have to find a different game to play,” he said, his tone light and teasing. “Maybe we could be cats instead? They don’t mark their territory quite so… noticeably.”

James clapped his hands in excitement, clearly thrilled at the prospect of a new game. “Cats! Let’s be cats, Daddy!”

You shook your head, still smiling as you watched the two of them. Despite his occasional naivety, Sinclair was a wonderful father—kind, patient, and always willing to dive headfirst into whatever imaginative world James wanted to explore. Even when his ideas went slightly off the rails, as they had today, his heart was always in the right place, and that was what mattered most.

You interrupted their game with a playful smile, stating, “Alright, my little pups—or should I say, cats—it’s time for dinner.” The mere mention of food instantly caught the attention of both Sinclair and James, their heads snapping toward you with identical expressions of eagerness. You couldn’t help but chuckle at how much alike they looked at that moment, their shared love for food shining brightly in their eyes.

“Dinner!” James exclaimed, clapping his hands together excitedly as he scrambled to his feet, ready to race toward the dining room.

Sinclair, ever the enthusiastic father, followed suit, his long legs easily keeping pace with his son’s hurried steps. He shot you a grin over his shoulder, his eyes twinkling with mischief. “We’ll be the fastest cats to the dinner table!” he declared, his baritone voice filled with playful determination.

You shook your head, laughing softly as you followed them into the dining room. Once there, you gently lifted James into his high chair, securing him with practiced ease. Sinclair took his seat next to James, his expression one of eager anticipation as he watched you with the same child-like enthusiasm as his son.

“Smells delicious, love,” Sinclair remarked, his hazel eyes shifting from brown to green in the soft light of the dining room. His nose twitched slightly as he caught the scent of the meal you had prepared, and he offered you a warm, appreciative smile.

“Thank you, Clair,” you replied, feeling a rush of affection for your husband as you served the food. Since your maid was on a well-deserved vacation, you had taken it upon yourself to prepare dinner, and you were glad to see that your efforts were so well-received.

You placed a plate in front of Sinclair, who eagerly leaned in to take a closer look. “Oh, is this your famous shepherd’s pie?” he asked, his tone bordering on reverent as he inhaled the savory aroma.

“Indeed it is,” you confirmed with a nod, moving to serve James his own portion—cut into smaller, manageable pieces for his tiny hands. “And for you, James, I made your favorite—mini shepherd’s pie just for you.”

James’s eyes lit up at the sight of his plate, and he immediately reached for his fork, though his small hand fumbled slightly in his excitement. “Yummy!” he declared, beaming up at you. “Thank you, Mommy!”

“You’re very welcome, sweetie,” you replied, pressing a kiss to the top of his blond head before sitting down to join your two favorite boys.

As the three of you began eating, the dining room filled with the pleasant sounds of clinking utensils, satisfied hums, and, of course, Sinclair’s chatter. He regaled James with stories of dinosaurs, punctuating his words with grand gestures that had James giggling between bites of his dinner.

“And you know,” Sinclair said, leaning closer to James with a conspiratorial air, “Tyrannosaurus Rex had teeth as big as bananas! Can you imagine that? Bananas, James!”

James’s eyes went wide with wonder, his fork pausing halfway to his mouth as he stared at his father in awe. “Really, Daddy?” he asked, his voice filled with amazement. “Bananas?”

“Absolutely,” Sinclair replied with a firm nod, his own eyes twinkling with amusement. “They were big, strong, and very hungry dinosaurs. Just like us when we’re ready for dinner!”

You watched the exchange with a fond smile, your heart swelling with love for your little family. Sinclair might be a bit naive at times, but his ability to connect with James in such a genuine, playful way was one of the things you cherished most about him.

As dinner came to an end, you couldn’t help but notice how much James had eaten, his little tummy full from the meal you’d prepared. He looked up at you with drowsy eyes, a satisfied smile playing on his lips. “Mommy, that was so good,” he murmured, his voice heavy with sleepiness.

You smiled warmly at him. “I’m glad you liked it, darling,” you said, reaching over to gently stroke his cheek. “Now, how about we get you ready for bed?”

James nodded, his head already drooping slightly as he leaned against the side of his high chair. Sinclair, ever the doting father, was quick to scoop his son up into his arms, cradling him close as he stood from the table. “Let’s get you into your favorite pajamas, buddy,” he said softly, his voice soothing and full of love.

You followed them up the stairs to James’s room, where Sinclair gently laid him down on the bed. He then walked over to the dresser, pulling out the pair of dinosaur pajamas that James adored so much. The moment James saw the familiar green and blue pattern, his eyes lit up, and he wiggled in excitement.

“Dino jammies!” James exclaimed, holding out his arms eagerly for Sinclair to help him into them.

Sinclair chuckled as he dressed his son, carefully guiding James’s small arms and legs into the soft fabric. “That’s right, little man,” he said, buttoning up the pajamas with a smile. “The best pajamas for the best little boy.”

Once James was dressed, Sinclair lifted him into his arms again, holding him close as they played a little game of “dinosaur growls,” with Sinclair pretending to be a T-Rex while James giggled and tried to imitate the sound. The room was filled with the sounds of their laughter, a pure and joyful moment that you couldn’t bring yourself to interrupt.

But as the playfulness began to wind down and you noticed James’s eyes growing heavier, you stepped in, placing a gentle hand on Sinclair’s arm. “Alright, time for bed, both of you,” you said softly, your tone laced with amusement. “James needs his rest, and so do you, Clair.”

Sinclair looked up at you with a sheepish grin, clearly reluctant to end the fun. “Just one more minute?” he asked, though he was already lowering James into his bed.

You smiled, leaning in to kiss Sinclair’s cheek. “One more minute,” you agreed, your heart full as you watched the two most important people in your life share this special moment.

Sinclair tucked James in, pulling the blankets up to his chin before leaning down to press a tender kiss to his forehead. “Goodnight, little dino,” he whispered, his voice full of affection.

James’s eyes fluttered closed, a contented smile on his face as he murmured, “Goodnight, Daddy… Goodnight, Mommy…”

You stepped forward, placing a soft kiss on your son’s cheek as well. “Goodnight, sweetheart,” you whispered, brushing a stray lock of hair from his forehead.

As you and Sinclair left the room, closing the door behind you, you couldn’t help but feel a deep sense of contentment. Despite his occasional naivety, Sinclair was a wonderful father, and you knew that James was lucky to have a dad who loved him so fiercely.

With James now asleep, Sinclair wrapped an arm around your shoulders, pulling you close as you walked down the hallway together. “You know,” he said thoughtfully, “I think tomorrow, we should play pirates. Or maybe astronauts. What do you think?”

You laughed softly, leaning into him as you walked. “Whatever you decide, I’m sure James will love it,” you replied, knowing that Sinclair’s enthusiasm for playtime was one of the many things that made him such a great father.

As you reached your bedroom, you turned to face him, your eyes filled with love. “You’re an amazing dad, Sinclair,” you said softly, standing on your tiptoes to press a gentle kiss to his lips. “James is so lucky to have you.”

Sinclair smiled down at you, his hazel eyes filled with warmth as he held you close. “I’m the lucky one,” he murmured, his voice deep and sincere. “I’ve got the best family in the world.”

And as you wrapped your arms around him, pulling him into a loving embrace, you knew that there was no place you’d rather be than right here, in the arms of the man you loved, in the home you had built together, with the son who had brought so much joy into your lives.

[charlesslut16]

-Mommy is kissing Santa!-

summary : you sons see you kissing santa clause...

PAIRING : yuki tsunoda x fem!reader

WARNINGS : none

note : I hope that you have a great day!

december masterlist ; masterlist   

------------------------------------------------------------------------------ You woke up to the faint jingling of bells and the muffled rustling of wrapping paper downstairs. Rubbing the sleep from your eyes, you tiptoed down the stairs, curiosity piqued.

The sight that greeted you left you momentarily stunned—a scene straight out of a holiday fairy tale. Like something that was copied out of a book and put in real life.

There, in the softly illuminated glow of the Christmas tree, stood Yuki Tsunoda, your husband, adorned in a Santa Claus suit that seemed to have appeared out of thin air.

His eyes twinkled with mischief as he carefully placed beautifully wrapped gifts under the tree. The white beard he wore added an endearing touch to his mischievous smile.

"Yuki, my heart?" you whispered, unable to contain your surprise and amusement. The sight in front of you was amusing, but not so that you had to laugh hard.

He turned around with a gleeful chuckle. Seeing you was a highlight in his eyes, but seeing you while you see him in this Santa Claus outfit was a highlight he would never forget.

"Surprise, my dear! Thought I'd bring a little extra magic to our Christmas morning."

You couldn't help but laugh at the sight of your Formula 1 racing driver husband turned into the embodiment of Santa Claus. "You certainly pulled it off! But how did you manage this?"

"It's a secret," he winked, his laughter infectious.

As Yuki finishes arranging the presents, he stands back, surveying his handiwork with a satisfied grin. The clock ticks closer to dawn, and the house is wrapped in serene silence, save for the crackling fire in the hearth.

Before you can stop yourself, you step closer to Yuki, feeling a rush of gratitude and love. You lean in and plant a tender kiss on his cheek, grateful for his effort to make this Christmas extra special.

But as the warmth of the moment enveloped you, the unexpected happened. Your youngest child, wide-eyed and full of wonder, appeared at the top of the stairs. His eyes fixated on the scene before him.

"Mommy's kissing Santa! Stop Santa, my mommy is married to my daddy, and they are in love! Let her go, or I will get my daddy!" he blurted out in sheer disbelief, his voice echoing through the quiet house.

Yuki's eyes widened in surprise, trying to stifle a laugh as he looked at you, both of you caught in a moment you never intended to share. But it was at least funny.

You kneeled down, trying to ease his confusion, screaming and crying.

"Sweetheart, that's—"

Before you could finish, your eldest child, drawn by the commotion, rushed downstairs and joined his brother.

"Santa's here!"

Your attempts to explain were interrupted by their excitement about Santa, the confusion and sadness completely vanished, their innocent joy at the thought of Santa being in their home.

With a quick exchange of looks, you and Yuki shared a silent understanding. You glanced at him with a playful smirk, and he nodded in agreement. He always agreed.

"Boys, that wasn't Santa. That was..." You paused, looking at Yuki, who's now trying his best to hold back his laughter. "That was Daddy, playing a special role for Christmas."

Their cute puzzled expressions slowly gave way to understanding, and then to amusement as they realized the playful charade. That Daddy was the Santa Claus.

"Daddy was Santa Claus?" the eldest asked, eyes wide with newfound understanding.

Yuki bowed dramatically, still in his Santa suit.

"Ho ho ho! That's right, boys. But remember, the magic of Christmas is not just about presents, it's about the love and joy we share."

The boys giggled, delighted by the revelation and the unexpected turn of events. They rushed over to Yuki, enveloping him in a hug, laughter filling the room.

You joined in, feeling immensely grateful for this beautiful, unplanned moment of family togetherness. As you looked at Yuki, his eyes sparkling with merriment, you knew that this Christmas will be etched in your memories as one of the most magical ones yet.

[night-dazai]

Hi there! How are you? Can I please request a romantic Fyodor x male! Angel! Reader fic? So reader is an angel... but the kicker? He's the most un-angelic angel ever.

Like, he has powers capable of eradicating the human race, but he'd rather use them to mess with people. Reader is an intelligent being with the curiosity of a scientist, finding joy in disrupting the controlled equilibrium that others (cough, Fyodor) strive to maintain. His energy is infectious, turning any environment into a playground for his whims and fancies. He also does not know anything about human culture or human intricacies. Like, (for example), reader will accidentally tickle Fyodor and be enthralled by the results because reader has never seen the phenomenon of being ticklish. Like, what do you mean if I poke you, you’ll laugh? Black magic, I say! Basically, he's an innocent smart dumbass that tries his best and is probably Nikolai's BFF. Fyodor loves him either way. I can also see Fyodor not having the guts to manipulate a literal angel considering that he is canonically very religious.

Fydor x Angel Reader (gender neutral )

Nothing but thoughts and normal funny day-to-day stuff. This request was such a good idea but the more I think about it I feel like I might want to write a freaking research paper on how power dynamics, control equilibrium and all work so I kept this kinda short .

“Please be quiet the two of you “ he said his voice laced with anger tiredness and sleep (which he would never accept ) . “Come on Fyda !” you whined as Nikolai joined you and it was not long before you 2 were kicked out of his office for disturbing him. 

It was not that your thoughts were wrong or they were not inhuman well you were but the mere fact that your thoughts were disturbing his whole life mission was the problem and you being a dumb angel was no help to the religious freak anaemic patient. 

Fyodor and Nikolai found you lifeless in one of the corner streets white feathers all around you and a book which vanished the moment Fydor tried to touch it . 

After carrying you home they were first “ i am dreaming ?” Fydor mumbled, “Maybe we did not sleep for 3 days right ?” Nikolai suggested for the first sound saying something that makes sense. 

They could not believe the fact that you were an angel well …” Angel but not angel ?” you said shly rubbing your neck “ i kinda am in my punishment for playing around with humans “ you said making your wings disappear while the 2 just kept listening and observing the sight before them. 

“Ok you an angel and you are in your punishment phase but why ?” Fydor asked after hours of you convincing and showing proof by telling them when people die . 

“Well you see , i don't like some ideas of humans, “ you said sitting up straight and sounding eager “What are they ?” “ well control, power over something. Like why ?” you said getting up and walking as you explained on how just stupid it was and if they wanted something from someone why not just manipulate them on spot get the job done and leave why hold on to it . 

You laos explained on how you tried to destroy that kind of dynamics and accidentally told all the incidents which Fydor had planned very carefully “ no wonder they failed, it was the ADA or PM it was him “ Nikolai burst out laughing pointing a finger at you . 

Looking confused you trun to Fydor and ask what his friend means when he explain all the time you had interacted in earth you were disturbing his plans “ ohh right well then why would you want to have that man under your control when you can kill his daughter and make him work for you for that day alone? “ you asked 

Soon small talk and self-introductions turned into a lengthy intellectual conversation where you and Fydor shared your opposing view . After hours you both came to a end where you would hang out with him and learn about earth while in return “ …” Fydor paused “ well what do you want ?” you asked turning your head slightly to the side “ i will ask later “ he stated.

But the fact of having strings on an angel , an actual real life (angles don't breath that's why you were found” lifeless”) angel was being stopped by his religious manner he would not want to “sin “ anymore would he ? no and so thus . 

You stay with them learning about the human world “ what without consuming these things you guys die ?” you asked starting at the table of food “ is this black magic ? os has the devil cursed you ?” you would ask.

“What's wrong “ you asked worried when you accidentally poked Nikolai in his tickle spot “ okay wait ! you guys laugh when i press certain places “ you said eyes sparkling with new information. 

“You guys do too much work , what is money anyway? earth gives you food and water why pay for it ? god made it for you right ?” all your silly questions were answered but the utmost patience by Fydor cause not all can see Angels only he could .

Being powerful was already to his head and the mere fact he was in contact with a out of human world made his ego rise higger than heaven if possible. Well you still learnt a lot of “ new” things about the world while you shared your opposing views of Fydor's ideas. 

This only leads the man to get both parties' perspectives and plans more accurately and in turn be more dangerous.

The only reason he has not made you "sin " or manipulate you was cause you were an angel " you should be happy you met me this way " he would say confusing your poor angel brain.

[buckysouvenir]

at the fair

chapter 3 of healing hearts.

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as days turned into weeks, y/n found herself seeking comfort in steve's company more often than not. with each passing day, their conversations grew more comfortable, and the weight of her heartache seemed to lessen just a little.

they talked about everything and anything, sharing stories, laughter, and even a few moments of comfortable silence. y/n found herself opening up about her dreams, her fears, and her plans for the future. steve, in turn, shared his own aspirations and reflections.

"hey, y/n," steve called out, his voice gentle yet carrying a note of curiosity.

y/n turned, a surprised smile forming on her lips when she saw steve approaching. "hey, steve. just finished a bit of a workout."

steve nodded, his blue eyes scanning her face. "you okay? you looked lost in thought there."

y/n sighed softly, her shoulders relaxing as she met his concerned gaze. "yeah, i guess i've just been going through a lot lately. trying to keep myself occupied, you know?"

he understood the sentiment all too well, given his own history of seeking comfort in physical training. "i get it. sometimes it's good to have a way to clear your mind. you can call me if you want... company to workout, i mean."

she chuckles, "yeah... if i ever need a new punching back, your number will be the first one i'll be calling." y/n says as she grabs her workout bag from the floor and starts to walk away.

"well, speaking of things that might make you feel better, i was wondering if you'd be up for something." he spoke louder to get her attention.

"of course! what is it?" she stopped in her tracks to start paying attention to the super soldier coming to her diction.

"there's a dog adoption fair happening this weekend and i'm invited to help as... you know, captain america... anyway, uh, would you like to go too?" steve said while fidgeting with his water bottle, afraid the other avenger could sense his nervousness but y/n's excitement completely blinded her.

y/n's eyes lit up with excitement. "A DOG ADOPTION FAIR??" she squealed.

steve smiled, encouraged by her enthusiasm. "i thought you might like it. you're such an animal lover, and-"

she jumped and hugged him, "YES! oh my god thank you yes i'll go with you. you have no idea how much i love dogs."

"i'm getting an idea of how much" he said, patting her waist but lingering a little bit longer.

"sorry" she said, embarrassed, letting go of him. "and i'm so sorry i'm sweaty"

steve let out a soft laugh, "it's ok, i'll get a work out in now anyway"

y/n gave him a pressed smile, "ok, uhm... send me the details then?"

"yeah, sure!"

they said their goodbyes as y/n practically skipped away. steve couldn't help but feel a sense of joy himself, her genuine enthusiasm was infectious. with a contented smile, he pulled out his phone and sent her a message with all the information.

the weekend had finally arrived, and y/n's excitement was palpable as she got ready for the dog adoption fair. She stood in front of the mirror in her room, adjusting her outfit and trying to find the perfect balance between comfort and style. the fair was just a short while away, and she wanted to make sure she looked presentable.

as she put on the finishing touches, she heard a knock on her door. she crossed the room and opened the door to find steve standing there, dressed in his full captain america suit.

her eyes widened in surprise, "hey... what are you doing here?" she said, letting out a chuckled laugh but quickly slapping her mouth.

steve looked a little taken aback by her reaction. "i came here to pick you up... what's so funny?" he asked, his brow furrowing in confusion.

y/n put her hand down from her mouth, but a smile still played on her lips. "it's just... the captain america in full uniform"

steve's brows furrowed slightly, and he couldn't help but chuckle. "we've been on missions together with me wearing this suit all the time. what's so funny?"

"it's just that... it looks a little out of place outside of a mission context." y/n's laughter subsided, and she smiled at him warmly. "But don't get me wrong, you look great buddy!" she said patting him on his shoulders like a child.

he grinned, rolling his eyes playfully. "i can't win with you, can i?"

y/n chuckled again and crossed her arms. "you win all the time, cap. it's just a little different seeing you like this in civilian settings."

he shook his head, "fair enough", a fond smile on his lips. "you ready?"

y/n nodded enthusiastically. "absolutely! and i promise not to burst into laughter when we're there."

steve chuckled. "i appreciate that."

the dog adoption fair was in full swing, and the atmosphere was filled with excitement and joy. y/n and steve had arrived together, and their presence only added to the event's liveliness.

steve, dressed in his full captain america suit, had become an instant hit among the attendees, especially the children. his charismatic smile drew people towards him like a magnet. he was a natural with the dogs, his gentle demeanor instantly putting them at ease.

y/n found herself busy helping people take pictures with steve, ensuring that everyone got a chance to capture a memorable moment. she laughed as kids lined up, waiting for their turn to stand beside him. grabbing the parents phone, she snapped photos of the heartwarming interactions between steve and the children.

"say CHEESE" y/n called out, her grin matching the children's enthusiasm.

steve crouched down, his shield by his side, as he posed with a wide grin. "CHEESE"

"thanks for doing this, cap!" a father said, shaking steve's hand.

steve's eyes sparkled as he replied, "it's my pleasure."

the children cheered and giggled, their faces lighting up with joy. steve's genuine connection with them was evident, and y/n couldn't help but admire how effortlessly he brought smiles to their faces. amidst the laughter and excitement, her gaze often found its way back to steve, who was already smiling at her. she reminded herself that she needed to focus on the dogs and the event, not get distracted by her growing fondness for steve. after all, they were just friends, and she didn't want to complicate things further, she thought.

however, there was one challenge that y/n couldn't ignore. every time she walked past a dog in need of a home, her heart melted. each wagging tail brought a smile to her face.

steve slowly walked up to her while she was holding a puppy, "you know, you can't have them all y/n" he said, earning a playful pout from her.

"i know!" she replied, rubbing her face on the dogs fur. "it's just... they deserve loving homes."

a fond smile on his lips as he watched her interact with the dog.

"and they will find them, with or without us adopting them all."

"yeah... but i would chose the adopting them all ourselves option if you wouldn't mind."

steve laughed, "i think it's a great idea but i don't think the rest of the tower would agree."

y/n rolled her eyes but agreed with a smile on her face.

"though i have to say, you'd make one heck of a dog mom," steve teased.

"STOOOP! don't give me ideas."

he chuckled softly, his gaze lingering on her. "you just have a big heart, that's all i meant."

y/n met his gaze, her heart fluttering at the sincerity in his eyes.

as the day went on, y/n found it harder to focus on anything other than steve. she caught herself stealing glances when he wasn't looking. she watched as he patiently listened to children's stories, posed for countless pictures, and interacted with the dogs as if they were his own.

each time she caught herself, she reprehended herself for feeling this way, especially given her recent breakup with bucky, especially for the fact that he is her exes best friend.

eventually, she allowed herself a moment to appreciate the way his eyes crinkled when he smiled and the genuine laughter that escaped his lips.

as the sun began to set and the event came to a close, y/n and steve shared a quiet moment. they leaned against a nearby railing, watching as families left with their newly adopted furry friends.

"you did amazing today, steve," y/n said with a soft smile.

he looked at her, his blue eyes warm. "it was a team effort. you helped make today special for a lot of people too. mine included."

y/n's heart swelled. as they stood there, side by side, she couldn't help but feel joy.

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[fanficsfreeideas]

The night on the rooftop marked a pivotal moment

chapter 5

Alastor sat quietly, observing Charlie and Emily as they chatted animatedly. Their lively conversation and similar mannerisms made them appear almost like sisters, despite the lack of any real relation. Alastor found it fascinating to watch, noting the shared enthusiasm and thought processes between the two.

While he appreciated their company, he couldn't help but think about how he would have preferred being with Adam to discuss the hotel's future. Adam's steady presence and straightforward approach were more reassuring compared to the unpredictable influence of Lucifer, who had insisted on involving himself in their plans.

However, seeing Charlie so happy in Emily's company brought a sense of contentment. Emily, with her genuine sweetness and infectious energy, seemed to lighten the mood and spread joy wherever she went. Her presence had a calming effect on him, making him feel a rare sense of peace amidst the chaos of their usual routines.

As Alastor continued to watch them, he allowed himself to relax, appreciating the moment of tranquility. Charlie and Emily's laughter filled the room, and for a while, all worries about the hotel, Adam, and Lucifer faded into the background.

Charlie stopped talking and looked over at Al, her expression softening into a fond smile. "Aww," she whispered, catching Emily's attention. Emily turned to see what had prompted the reaction and saw that Alastor had fallen asleep.

Charlie leaned closer to Emily and whispered into her ear, "Al never sleeps out in the open, so he must feel safe with us."

Emily's eyes widened, and she gasped in joy. She was so happy, her heart swelling with emotion. Charlie had warned her ahead of time that Alastor could be a little difficult to deal with but reassured her that he was sweet underneath his prickly exterior.

"That's so wonderful," Emily whispered back, her voice filled with excitement. "I'm glad he feels comfortable with me."

Charlie nodded, her eyes warm with affection for Al. "Me too, Emily. Me too." They both sat quietly for a moment, watching over Al as he slept, feeling a profound sense of connection and peace in their little circle.

While Alastor slept and the two women talked, a meeting was taking place.

Sara maintained her composed demeanor, deeply engaged as Adam spoke passionately about his mate and his anticipation of fatherhood, expressing his dedication to raising their child. Sara found herself intrigued by this new dimension of Adam's character, revealing another side to him. She had only ever known him as rude and piggish, but seeing him great with kids made her think he would be a good father.

Amidst Sara's contemplation, Michael started laughing his ass off. "Wait, wait, so you ended up knocking up a sinner, Adam? That is fucking funny! And then Luci tried to take the sinner you knocked up away from you. Azrael, can you believe it?" Michael poked his brother on the side, laughing.

Azrael frowned, then slapped Michael 's hand away with a deadpan look. He turned to Adam. "You really impregnated a sinner?"

Adam glared at them. "Yeah, that's what I said. I mated with Alastor. It was a bond that was there; I knew I couldn't be without him. His my everything."

Azrael nodded his head and then said, "I believe you." He got up to leave the room. "My vote is with Adam. He is many things, but I can see he speaks the truth."

"Wait, brother, don't go! We're not done picking on Luci," Michael said.

Azrael looked back at his older brother and sighed. "Grow up." Then he shut the door.

Michael turned to Lucifer. "Well, Luci, you still got me. So, you actually watched Adam go at it and then tried to take his mate from him? Wow, little brother, going three for three. But for real, Luci, I think you've got an addiction with Adam, and you're into watching them. I never knew that about you, baby brother." Michael hugged Lucifer.

Lucifer pushed his brother off of him and said, "It was the only time. Well, that time in the kitchen, but Al doesn't let anyone in there but that was on them, not me."

Adam was growing red in the face. Michael's laughter only intensified at the growing tension in the room. Adam, still visibly angry, glared at Lucifer, whose attempt at nonchalance was crumbling under the weight of Michael 's amusement and Adam's accusatory gaze.

Lucifer struggled to find the right words to dispel the awkward atmosphere. "It's not what you think, Adam," he finally managed, his tone strained as he sought to salvage his dignity or whatever was left of it.

Adam's brows furrowed deeper. "Then what is it, Lucifer? Michael seems pretty convinced," he retorted sharply, feeling a mix of confusion and anger. What the fuck is up with Lucifer taking from him and this new fucking deal with watching him have sex with his mate?

Michael, now composing himself after his fit of laughter, interjected with a mischievous grin, "Come on, Adam. You know Luci always has his ways of... observing things."

When Michael's implications about watching and interference emerged, Sara intervened cautiously, her tone measured yet direct. "Michael, what are you implying?" she inquired, seeking clarity amidst the mounting tension. Before Michael could respond, Adam started yelling about how Lucifer had watched him have sex with his mate and then tried to steal him, and it turned out the little perv had been taking random glances here and there.

"Hmm, so Little Lucifer has a penchant for voyeurism?" Sara remarked, her words landing heavily in the room. Adam visibly blushed, struggling to process Sara's unexpected observation. Lucifer looked away under Sara's scrutiny, his embarrassment evident on flushed cheeks.

Attempting to lighten the mood, Michael interjected with a mischievous grin, wiping tears of laughter from his eyes. "Oh come on, Luci. Don't be so shy about your hobbies!" he said, hugging his brother.

Recognizing the impact of her words, Sara swiftly moved to defuse the mounting tension. "I apologize for my remark," she stated sincerely, addressing both Adam and Lucifer. "Let's refocus on our agenda," she continued, her voice firm yet reassuring.

Adam stared hatefully at Lucifer, and Lucifer avoided his gaze. Why had he told Charlie he would handle this while she had fun with her friend? He was getting bullied and didn't have a hobby in watching others.

Despite the awkward moment, Sara's trust in Adam's character remained steadfast. She discerned the sincerity in his claim of a deep bond with the sinner, tempering her initial surprise and prompting her to delve deeper into Adam's plans for Extermination and his role with Charlie's hotel. Observing Adam with a new perspective, Sara contemplated the depth of his transformation and the significance of his connection with the sinner. She honestly couldn't wait to meet the little sinner. Adam had blocked him from her view and then placed him in the room with Emily and Charlie. She just wished Charlie was the one here instead of her father; at least nothing got broken this time.

Adam came running out of the meeting when he bumped into Lute. She nodded, acknowledging that she had been asked to step into his role in his absence. Though unsure about how to handle this change or the idea of Adam being out of her life, she was happy for him.

Adam grinned down at her. "Hey, sugar tits, want to meet my mate? Come along."

"You want me to meet him?" Lute asked, surprised.

"Yeah, Lute. You're my best, and I trust you won't try anything with him," Adam replied.

"Yes, sir," Lute said, grinning. She was excited; so far, only Emily had met Adam's mate. Not even Sara had seen him yet.

"So, sir, how did the meeting go?" Lute asked as they walked.

Adam frowned, then started yelling, "That bitch Lucifer has a thing with watching me have sex since Eden!"

"Eh, sir, that's not what I meant, but for real?" Lute asked, trying to hide her laughter.

Adam sighed. "It's true."

Lute started to laugh. "What's so funny, sugar tits?"

Lute then said, "Then does that mean Lucifer must have a thing for you or something?"

Adam made a puking sound. "Gross, Lute. So, did you get what you want?"

"Yeah, get ready for next year 'cause there are going to be a whole new set of fun and games," Adam replied.

"The hotel?" Lute added.

Adam laughed. "You and I both know it will not work, but it will still be fun to watch them fail."

They stopped at a door. "Get ready to meet my wonderful mate, Lute."

Lute smiled. "Ready, sir."

They walked in, and Lute looked around to see a sleeping deer demon in the chair, cuddled up with a pillow and covered with a blanket. "Okay, cute," she thought. Adam ran over, picked him up, and sat down, placing Alastor in his lap.

Charlie and Emily stopped to look. Charlie was used to Adam holding Alastor like that all the time. Emily gasped, overwhelmed by the cuteness. She grabbed Charlie's hands and giggled. "Does this happen all the time?"

Charlie smiled. "Yes, it does."

Adam rolled his eyes and rubbed Alastor's ear, gently saying, "It's time to wake up, Sleeping Beauty."

Alastor rubbed his face against Adam's hand, slowly opened his eyes, and crawled forward to hug his mate, forgetting about Charlie and Emily.

Lute just stood there, thinking, "Wow." She then turned her head away when Adam and his mate started kissing. "Should she leave the room?" she wondered.

Adam patted Alastor's head and laughed. "Hey, Lute, meet my mate." Alastor cuddled up in Adam's lap with his wings wrapped around him.

Lute raised an eyebrow. "Sir, I thought you trusted me."

"I do, sugar tits, but my little mate likes me covering him up," Adam explained.

Lute walked over to them. Alastor popped his head out and said, "Hello, darling. Pleasure to meet you," while sticking a hand out for a handshake.

She started to laugh. She hated sinners, but this one was different. "Sure, nice to meet you, sinner."

Alastor's smile widened. "So, how many sinners have you killed?"

Charlie and Emily gasped. "Al, can you not bring such things up?"

Lute really liked this sinner now. She grabbed a chair, moved it over, and smirked at Charlie before starting to talk numbers with Alastor. Adam enjoyed the discomfort of discussing killing sinners. His little mate also enjoyed killing those who did evil acts. He was just upset that he couldn't partake in the fun.

Adam sat back, enjoying hearing the only two people he cared for talking. Then his peace was ruined by Lucifer and his brother. "Char Char, I want you to meet your uncle," Lucifer started, but he was pushed out of the way by Michael.

"Oh my, is this my little niece? I've only ever seen pictures of you. The others are going to be so mad I got to see you first," Michael exclaimed, running over and picking Charlie up, hugging her tightly.

Charlie was gasping for air. Adam was about to say something when the sound of radio static was heard, and Alastor leaped from his arms, grabbed Charlie from Michael's grasp, and said, "My dear gentleman, don't touch what is not yours." He then walked back with Charlie in his arms, set her by Lute, and got back into Adam's lap while growling at Michael.

Lucifer, still lying on the floor, started to laugh. "Hey, big brother, did the little sinner scare you?"

Michael laughed. "No, he didn't. It was honestly cute, Adam. You didn't say he was already showing signs of being a mother hen."

"Fuck you, Michael," Adam retorted.

Sara walked in. "Adam, no swearing. Michael, what did you do this time?"

Michael looked hurt. "I did nothing. I only tried to hug my niece."

Sara sighed. "Charlie, did he nearly choke you to death? His hugs can be deadly."

"Hey!" Michael yelled.

Sara walked towards Adam and his mate, paying no mind to anyone else in the room. She knelt down to get a good look at the sinner. She gasped, the sinner looks like his mother. "such a sweet woman, always wearing a smile always telling her about her son back when she was alive. Should she tell him?" Sara wondered, deciding to wait.

She smiled down at him. "So, sinner, how are you feeling? Is there anything I can get you while you're up here?"

Alastor moved underneath Adam's wings, hiding. Sara could only see his ears. Did she do something wrong? She turned her head to the side. Emily took her sister's hand and said, "Don't worry, he's just prickly." he got to warm up too you.

Alastor then whispered, "I'm fine, just being with Adam. But can you kick out the dumb and dumber?"

Lucifer and Michael pointed at each other and asked, "Which one is which?"

Sara said, "Both of you leave. Honestly, the Morningstar family is childish, except for Azrael. But since he deals with death, there's no need for him to act childish. At least Lucifer's daughter escaped that curse."

"Okay, sinner, they are gone. They are very annoying, but you are lucky you only have to deal with Lucifer. I'm stuck with the rest of his brothers and sister."

Alastor poked his head out. "They are a curse."

Sara grinned. "They truly are."

Alastor added, "The only good thing that came from the king was Charlie. She's such a good girl."

Charlie smiled. Since Alastor had gotten pregnant, he had been mothering her non-stop, along with Niffty. He had even tried to mother Vaggie, but she now tried to hide from him. Even Angel was getting mothered by him, being told to eat more. The only one not getting Al's love was Husk. When asked why, Husk laughed and said, "I'm older than the boss." He then rolled his eyes and added, "Just let him be. He's feeling many new emotions, so it will stop once the fawn gets here. Then all his love and affection will be for it. None of you will have to deal with his need to take care of you anymore."

Charlie's smile faltered for a moment. She hoped Al wouldn't stop caring about her, even after the fawn arrived.

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[frankchurchillsaysrelax]

Happy Happy Happy Birthday Christine!! I hope you’re having an amazing day and a wonderful trip! 💜💜

thank you so much katie!!! 💛 thoughts on the notebook under the cut.

the music is epic! ingrid at her very best. i cannot wait for the cast album. like literally can not wait. give it to me.

from the set to the costumes to the blocking, everything was super lowkey and intimate. it really let the acting stand out.

middle noah was a bit much for me but he had some great moments especially when singing. everyone else was superb, including side characters.

i felt like the side actors were a little under utilized. like i know the show is about noah and allie but at the very end all of the ensemble joined in on a song and i was like damn. these voices are incredible. especially lon. justice for lon!

water played such an important part of the story and it was so thrilling to see it rain on stage. the joy middle allie and noah had as they played like little kids was infectious.

it was funny! i was well prepped to cry my eyes out but no one told me i’d be cracking up too.

there’s this one moment that is sticking with me. old noah is impaired and trying to get to old allie at the end of the show and as they sing him on all the young noahs and allies physically help him get from point a to point b and it was so special and moving.

there’s so much more i could say but my phone is dying and i’m sleepy so i’m going to cut myself off here.

[swcneys]

it's wonderful to meet you too! traveling the world and performing sounds like an absolute dream. it's incredibly fulfilling to connect with so many different people and cultures. and having your sister along for the ride? that's just the cherry on top. well, if you two actually get along most of the time, or else it's a pain. yeah, about the repetitive questions⎯ most of the time i find myself wishing they'd throw a curveball or something funny my way. we should start play bingo with the standard questions we get⎯or a drinking game, but i'd avoid that during work. that's so cool that you have a studio at home—it must really help keep those creative juices flowing. no need to wait for studio time; just roll out of bed, no pants, and you're ready to create. and i'm not just saying this, but your album really does have that vibe of pure joy and creativity. it's infectious. i mean, billie's voice is the real star of those tracks but everything that's behind doesn't go unnoticed, at all.

It might just be my favorite part of the job, getting to travel the world and perform, feeling the love and the warmth from the fans. And I feel very lucky that I get to do it and share the experiences with my sister. Oh I can imagine how tiring it must be, mostly the whole answering the same questions over and over again. I mean, can't they get a little more creative with the questions? Maybe, we're always working on stuff, even if it's just for fun. The perks of having a studio built in the basement of my house. Oh thank you so much, I'm glad you're enjoying yourself with the album. I always love hearing about how much people are having fun with it, since we had so much fun making it. Well, that doesn't matter, as long as you're having fun and liking it. It's nice to meet you, Sidney.

[dreamiesdotcom]

[00:45] To you at least, there was never a truthful, unbiased evidence that people were intended to love: those who wrote their theories about love have yearned, experienced, missed the feeling of being loved. They were tainted by the idea that there exist in this world, people who were born from the same star as you.

Because love meant sharing joys and exchanging affection and holding a loaded gun to each other's chests, you saw it as nothing more than suicide. There are things you keep to yourself; you have to learn to share just enough that they don't suspect you're not fully trusting, but not so much that you end up confiding in them.

Your happiness, your love, your trust, your heart; these are the things you never should let people hold. They let go. God, they let go all the time.

"Yo, Y/N!" A cheery voice calls from behind you, running from his circle of friends to you with a huge smile on his face. He wraps an arm around your shoulder, holding you in a playful chokehold.

"Donghyuck," you call timidly. "Do you need anything?"

"Huh? When have I ever needed anything from you?" He raises a brow. You open your mouth to speak, but then he slightly tightens his hold before letting go, "Do not remind me of the time I cried because my parents left me at home and nobody wanted to cook for me."

"I wasn't gonna."

"Liar! You were!"

You keep your neutral expression as you nodded, fixing your collar, "I was gonna."

"Don't just agree like that!" He huffs, confusing you. He suddenly grabs your hands and brings them up to his face, something a kid would do. You look at him curiously, with doubt that curiosity showed on your face. "Come to the party, okay?"

"I'll think about it."

But love... love is infectious. It's so easy for it to get into you; someone's touch is more effective than the others. Donghyuck's was the most powerful. With just a smile, he touched you so intimately that you were contaminated through and through.

"Pretty please?" He presses the back of your hands to his cheeks, "I— well, I mean, you don't have to, but— but it'd be nice... you know..."

You sigh, easing your hands away from his grasp and turning around. "Fine," you mutter, thankfully succeeding in holding in your blush as you heard him walk over to his friends as he hums a happy tune alongside a 'I'll see you there, Y/N~!'

Since when?

"They might fall for you if you keep that up," a whisper comes from one of his friends, a brow arched. They probably thought you were too far to hear.

You swallowed when Donghyuck laughed sweetly, with no hint of any malice in his joy.

"Let them."

It was nothing specific, not answering any questions but adding two: is he playing with my feelings because I'm a challenge? Is there a chance that he wants me to fall for him... because he fell for me? Useless thoughts as such. Love was annoying. It played like the tune of despair when you're alone; you're constantly alone.

But you come anyway. Love felt like being sick, like the wobbling of your feet as if you haven't walked for a whole month. It felt like throwing up when Donghyuck greets you at the door, tugging you somewhere, sitting you in a circle where a bottle spins, dizzying you further. There were drinks being offered.

He tells you not to drink too much. You tell him you can handle it. You have handled everything so far, hard subjects and emptiness and life in general.

But life makes you secretive. Liquor makes you honest.

After an eternity at laughing when funny stories come up, and blushing when you're complimented for your newly revealed soft side, and hurting whenever he's dared to be near someone (hold their hand for five minutes, hug them for three, kiss them for one), the bottle spins and it points to you.

Everyone buzzes in excitement, hoping to have you do something, anything, with the unfamiliar boy in the circle who's been watching and soaking in your presence and laughter since you sat down next to Donghyuck.

"Truth or dare?"

"Truth."

"Boring," they say, but it didn't hurt, since truth was rarely boring. Sometimes words expressed things you were too uncomfortable to act on. So you smiled.

A girl whose face you don't remember asks you, "If you could choose one thing in the world right now, and that thing would be the only thing you'd feel for the rest of your life, what would it be?"

Beside you lays Donghyuck's jacket, and your cold hand hides underneath it. The other hand brings a cup up your lips, mindful of the stares directed at you. For a moment, you thought it would be better if you chose dare and kissed a boy you barely caught the name of. You wondered if you could back down and choose dare instead.

Underneath the piece of clothing, his fingers dances with yours, eventually slowing into soft, tingling touches by fingertips, and end their artful choreography by settling down. Your palm rest against the carpeted floor. His covers the back of your hand.

Sunshine was not something you were fond of. It was warm, and sometimes it was good, but too much of it burned; it reminded you of a certain something. And sunshine reminded you of a certain someone. Someone who made you rethink that same something.

You didn't like sunshine, but his existence was submerged in summer at birth that at his presence, it was all you could feel.

You look straight in Donghyuck's eyes, the faintest blush and the slightest smile looking like painted sunrise on you face.

"Love," you say softly, "I'd do anything if it means I'd be loved forever."

[wasbangtanhome]

late, late, late | KSJ

banner made by bangtanhome! (me)

Summary: Is he late? Yes. Were you mad? Yes. Was it a special day? Yes, yes, yes! You had everything prepared and you just wanted your boyfriend to come home. Now.

Pairing: Office worker!Kim Seokjin x F(Reader) | also kind of dom!Jin

Warning: 18+. Smut in the form of: pwp, provocative dress, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it hehe), oral sex (M receiving), fingering, use of the word "slut", cumming inside, impact play (ass and pussy). also he used the L word.

Word Count: 4.4k

Author's note: Short and sweet to start off my journey here on tumblr!! I hope you enjoy it and to please please let me know about any improvements. I worked really hard on it! Also my first smut fic! Also, also, there are not a lot of pet names ever since I saw the post about what Namjoon, Jungkook, Jimin, and Jin would call their lover. I got super sappy.

From the kitchen window, you have a clear view of the entrance leading to your apartment that you share with your boyfriend. The sun has set and it's well past dinner time but you have yet to see his face walking up the steps, blowing a kiss at your general direction.

You chew the inside of your cheek. He's late, you thought, peering out the window for the nth time while drying the dishes. You can't help but worry. Seokjin usually calls if he picked up an extra shift, but your phone has yet to move.

Today marks a year of the two of you living together. The year hasn't treated you kindly. A while back, your company had some budget cuts. Your department was abolished and unlike the lucky coworkers that were transferred, you were a part of the handful that received severance pay.

You figured going back to work would be easy, especially with your qualifications. However, you have yet to get a call from any of the places you applied to. With you unable to work, you spend your days maintaining the apartment. Your boyfriend, his smile ever present, told you he would just have to take more shifts.

‘You know, ______, housework is really hard to do,’ he remarked. ‘Besides, I make more than enough money to support us both.’

You smiled at your boyfriend then. It was true, there wasn’t really a need for you to go to work. You eased up on your stress over not finding work and dutifully cleaned the apartment.

You trudged your way to the entrance of the apartment. Head resting on the front door before unlocking it with your key. Seokjin was drinking tea by the window sill, looking as ethereal as ever. He noticed you had entered the apartment, smiling lovingly at you.

Before he had a chance to say hello, you broke the news about what happened during work. Instantly, your boyfriend came towards you, his smile faltering as he saw the state you were in. The fatigue in your bones left you slumped on the ground.

Seokjin did not say a word, opted to close and lock the door behind you before sinking to his knees to meet you at eye level.

‘Hey,’ he murmured softly. ‘It’s going to be okay.’

He nudged your shoulder and you fell to his embrace. This was the straw that broke the camel’s back. You whimper softly as you seize his dress shirt, hot tears falling on his dress shirt, turning the color a shade darker than it was. Your knuckles turned white as your chest rose and fell rapidly, ragged breathing moaning the loss. And yet, your Seokjin rubbed circles on your back soothingly, hugging you tightly, not saying a word.

‘Sorry,’ you remembered mumbling as the coil in your stomach loosened.

‘Don’t be sorry, _____, there’s no reason for you too,’ he whispered back.

Silence fell before he piped up. ‘What do you call a bike that can’t stand on its own?’ he waggled his eyebrows when you looked at him, confused at what he’s saying. It took you a good moment to know that he was joking.

‘Two-tired!’ he exclaimed, laughing at his own joke. You smiled at your lover and before long, laughed along with him; his joy infecting your sadness.

He took out his handkerchief, wiping the streaks of tears away and giving it to you. At his gesture, you snickered before dissolving once more into tears. He had fretted then, worried that he had done something wrong.

‘I’m so lucky,’ you mumbled in tears. ‘Lucky to have you as my boyfriend, Kim Seokjin.’

He smiled softly at your comment, proceeded to pull you in his lap. ‘So, what do you want to do now?’

‘Easy,’ you sniffled, plastering a smile on your face. ‘We order fried chicken and drink!’

Seokjin had looked at you funny, surprised to hear you crave alcohol. Your smile was infectious and he ruffled your hair to agree. ‘That’s my girl!’ he exclaimed. ‘Let’s find you an even better paying job, okay?’

He was so enthusiastic, making the tragedy that happened to you that day seem so… trivial. You got drunk that night, your body not used to the alcohol.

You smile softly at the memory that happened after, your boyfriend’s hair stuck to his face, panting heavily as you came all over him. You try to push the memory away, focusing instead on your task at hand, but the damage was done- you're wet.

You chew on your bottom lip, hands traveling lower, touching your folds.

I’ll just start without him.Something nagged at your brain, and as your fingers sought out your clit, you realize how unsatisfying it would be without your boyfriend coaxing orgasm after orgasm from you.

You moan, anticipation and desperation threatening to consume you. Distracting yourself, you went through your mental checklist again. Skimpy apron? Check. Food? It’s cold because it’s been in the fridge, but check. The line that you’ve been practicing for the past few months to win over your boyfriend? Check, check, and check.

You glance again and the parking lot was empty now, its residents taking space in their respective homes. No sign of Seokjin.

You huff, grabbing your phone and pressing the on power roughly, almost causing it to clatter on the ground. Almost. Your screen flickers on and you see an image of him smiling back at you. You stuck your tongue out at his face, and punched a string of numbers you know by heart.

The line rang for a long time. You were about to let it go to voicemail. At the last second, you hear a tired voice answer you.

“Darling?” Seokjin’s voice was gruff and sleepy. You can make a mental image of him running a hand through his hair. He sounded distracted, probably looking at his spreadsheets as the numbers start to blur together.

"Hi," you try cheerfully, clearing your throat, hoping he can’t hear the anticipation across the phone. You cradle the device between your ear and your shoulder before brushing lint from your apron. "Are you coming home soon?"

Seokjin looked at his watch, knowing something was clearly bothering you. Looking at the time, he scrambled to his feet: 19:32.

"Wh-Wha--?" came the stunned response. You hear Seokjin push his chair back and the familiar beep of his computer turning off. You laugh quietly as you hear doors slam and his voice echoing in the staircase.

"Oh, _____, I'm so sorry. I had no idea what time it was," he pants, high on adrenaline trying to get home as soon as possible.

"I'm so sorry, ______. I'll be home soon. You can start eating without me, okay?"

You feel a grin paint your face, relief that he was at work. "I'm okay! You must be hungry, love. Just glad you're finally coming home. I can't wait to see you. Drive safe!" you exclaim hurriedly, knowing he won’t want to call when he’s driving.

He murmured a confirmation and you ended the call. Seokjin may be late but there’s still cause for celebration. Settling the butterflies in your stomach, you open the fridge door to take out the food you had prepared earlier, heating them up.

You finally see a familiar figure run from his parking space. His dress shirt untucked and he stopped for only a moment to blow a kiss towards you. His hair clung to his scalp, his tie was loose, and his eyes shining with adoration. You waved back quickly before seeing him disappear into the building.

Seokjin expected you to be angry, ready to apologize for coming home so late. At the very least, he expected a hug, you seemed happy enough, asking how his day was in the office. What he didn’t expect was you in an apron… wearing nothing else. His eyes roamed your body, stunned at the lack of clothes, briefcase dropping heavily on the floor.

"Are you going to close the door?" he heard you ask.

Never taking his eyes off of you, he closed and locked the door, sliding out of his work shoes. Like a deer caught in headlights, you can’t help but wonder what would happen if you approached him.

You hear him gasp as you get closer, his face incredulous. You pressed your chest towards his, relishing in his ears turning red.

"Now,” you smirk and grab a hold of his tie. “Would you like to start with dinner,"-- you croon as you fling it behind you.

"-a bath,” you say seductively as you open the first couple of buttons of his dress shirt. “-or me?" you finish, dress shirt completely unbuttoned as you watch his delicious figure.

You don't often see your boyfriend at a loss for words. But this... this was something else. Seokjin opened and closed his mouth, blinking rapidly. You hid your smile behind closed lips, enjoying the fact you’re making him squirm.

"What did you make for dinner?" he stammered, forcing a chuckle.

You waved at the table. "The works, japchae, fried chicken, corn, kimchi… You know, our favourites."

"Huh..." he managed, swallowing. Seokjin knew how hungry he was when he left the office, but he couldn't seem to focus on the steaming delicacies on the table. He turned his gaze back to you, slowly closing the distance between your lips.

"Good answer," you murmur.

"Didn't know it was a test," he whispered, dipping his head back down, claiming your soft lips once more.

You smiled into the kiss, content that he was finally home. His hands stopped trembling as it snaked lower. One hand circled your waist, the other trailing soft circles on your back. You shivered at his delicate touch, arching your back into his hand to feel more.

Seokjin seemed to understand your signal and lifted you up, making your way through the living room to reach your bed. Once you landed with a soft plop, he continued the kiss. Heat was rising to his cheeks as he fully shrugged his dress shirt off, returning shortly to connect his lips to yours.

"Jin, I can't see... it's too dark in here," you whined, feeling your skin burn where he touched your body.

You did not receive an immediate response from your beloved, only hearing the thud of a belt on the floor and you hoped his pants came off with it.

"I think it's the perfect amount of light to make you squirm," he whispers. You feel the mattress sink with his weight and the heated kiss resumes, your hands flying to tug at his hair with urgency. You start to feel feverish from the kiss, trying desperately to connect your hips to something so you can feel the first waves of pleasure. You’ve been waiting for such a long time.

He smiles at your impatience and starts tweaking your clothed nipple. "Off..." you whined, wanting the apron gone.

Seokjin slipped the shoulder straps down. You arch your back and he untied the ribbon holding everything together easily. He threw it over his shoulder and finally, his large palms directly touched your tits. He sucked on a nipple while his hands were busy, roaming every inch of your body. You moaned underneath him, thrusting your chest upwards to give him more access.

"Mmm..." you sigh as his hand travelled south and pressed onto your clit.

"You're so wet already," he released your nipple, chuckling darkly. "Have you been waiting all day? Did you want to be fucked that badly?"

You winced at his words. He continued circling your clit, waiting patiently for your answer. "Well?"

"Yes, darling," you pant out. "I have been waiting all day for you! Ah- and you were late," you whined pathetically.

He chuckled again, muttering apologies under his breath while he continues to play with your clit, your nipple back in his mouth. You knew you were going to get a real apology after you're done, but this was enough.

You felt his finger enter your pussy, testing out to see how tight you were. Your eyelids fluttered shut as he added another finger, eliciting a moan from you.

"Yeah? You like that?" came the breathy response.

Your head spun as he curled his fingers at the sensitive bundle of nerves. His thumb pressed and circled on your clit, his pace getting faster and his thrusts getting deeper.

"Jin, I'm close," you squeak out, squirming at his unrelenting force. Your high was right there, waiting for your undoing. But your boyfriend had other plans and his thrusts stopped completely before you came.

You whined, your hands tugging at his hair dangerously. Frustration swept overr your face as it turned even more crimson than his ears. "J-Jin..." you grumble weakly, catching your breath. Your cunt squeezed at nothing when he removed his fingers completely.

"Wanted to feel you cum on my dick," was his simple response.

In the fog of your pleasure, you weren't aware of his veiny cock rapidly growing harder, tip already leaking precum. You stared, dazed as he pumped his length. You also had other plans when you moved to the floor.

You licked a stripe down from the tip to the base, earning a hiss from your boyfriend. His eyes fluttering shut when you look up, his cock slowly disappearing into your mouth.

You suck lightly at first, taking care that your teeth don't make contact with his sensitive member and begin bobbing to a rhythm. He groaned as you stuffed your mouth with his cock, hands grabbing fistfuls of your hair.

"Ah- ________, ah-, can I move?" he huffed out, unable to form sentences without groans.

You moaned to signal your affirmation and he used your hair as leverage to pull you closer to the base. You struggled and gagged, feeling so fucking full. You whimper as he held you there, his head falling back with a groan.

Seokjin snapped his hips, thrusting deeper into your throat. The sensation made you moan, tears blurring your vision. He picked up the pace when he saw you, loves the view of you struggling with his cock in your mouth.

He loved to ruin you, would never admit that out loud, but seeing his lover whimper and sob because he was too big made him moan. Seokjin was holding your head in place, letting his hips do all the work. You groaned out, the vibrations on his cock almost sent him over the edge.

You knew he was close. In ragged breaths, he was saying how beautiful you were, how well you were taking his cock, how amazing you felt, and all the sweet nothings you often hear. However, when his thrusts turned messy, an indication that he was close, you shifted backwards and his beautiful cock fell out of your mouth.

"Fuck!" he cursed loudly, careening forward. He held your head in place for balance, not wanting to fall, worried he hurt you somehow. However, he was greeted with a teasing grin. "Payback, love," was all you said smugly.

You knew you shouldn’t have pushed his buttons that way. But you couldn't help it, knowing the wonderful outcome that awaits you.

He growled, anger flaring with every second that passed since you denied his release. "Bed. Now,” he muttered under his breath. You obliged at his command, though you did it slowly, never taking your eyes of him

This side of Seokjin rarely comes out to play. He was always worried he'd hurt you.

‘Yeah, that's the point,’ you snorted, recalling the memory of explaining what you wanted like he was 5.

Even still, this was a welcomed surprise. You made a mental note of how you pushed his buttons that day, hoping to recreate it in future events.

You were about to sit on the bed when you turned around, climbing on all fours instead, excited about what he would do to you.

“That’s not what I asked you to do, slut” he chuckled, waiting for you to get settled. You teased your ass, moving it closer towards his dick before pulling back.

You didn't anticipate the first slap, the sound of his palm hitting your skin filling the room. You moaned, wiggling your ass towards his face, eyes shining bright with lust.

"Ah- you like being spanked, huh?” Seokjin said, scratching his chin. “Who knew you'd this much of a slut."

You moaned at the word, loving when he said such mean things to you. Your knees buckled when the next smack wasn’t on your ass. He clicked his tongue as he watched your juices flow out from having your cunt smacked. Seokjin reached gingerly towards your clit, teasing it to ease the pain.

"Oh?" he said simply before smacking you again, this time back at your ass. He alternated between slapping your ass and your sopping cunt, the uncertainty of where the next pain would land causing you to see stars.

You whimpered and whined underneath him. Fully lying on your stomach, your ass no longer in the air. You held a pillow, moaning into it, praying the neighbors wouldn't complain about the noise. "J-Jin... please fuck me."

"Huh, I didn’t know this one could beg," he chuckled. The thought of him being with another slut left a twinge in your chest, but that jealousy subsided when he slapped you hard this time, snapping your mind from your thoughts. There was some shuffling behind you and you felt the tip of his cock on your entrance, Seokjin coating his erection with your juices.

"Shit- it's so slippery..." he said mockingly, "slipping" past your cunt. "I can't seem to get it in."

His teasing left you desperate, clinging so hard on to the pillow that your knuckles started to turn white. And just as you felt the anticipation was too much, Seokjin thrusted into you fully, his girth entering you all at once, not caring that you usually needed time to adjust to his cock.

Seokjin dragged you closer towards him, your legs off the bed. He held your neck down with his arm and thrusted hard into your cunt. Before long, you begged silently as your high approaches, hoping that this time your boyfriend would let you cum.

"Baby, I- I'm close."

"Are you now, sweetheart?" You nodded and whimpered at his question. Your voice was getting higher, moans filling your small bedroom.

And he stopped again.

You buried your face in the pillow to scream. You were so agonizingly close and he denied you just like that. Tears fall out of your eyes now, you hiccup and sob, glaring daggers at him.

Normal Seokjin would've scooped you into his arms, a myriad of apologies would spill from his mouth.

But not this time. Instead, he grabbed your hips with his muscular arms before flipping you over so you lay flat on the bed. His cock went back inside, thrusting slowly while he spun circles on your sensitive folds.

"Please-" You breathe in deep, trying to stabilize your hiccups.

"One more for me?" he asked. His voice low and husky.

You start shaking your head, pleading, no- you couldn’t do it again. You were begging him to let you cum. He continued his shallow thrusts and his attention on your clit. You sigh underneath him, overstimulated beyond belief.

"One more," he insisted and leaned close to your ear. "For one whole year of living together." He nibbled on the shell before moving down to your neck. "Please?" You moan when he sucked on the delicate flesh.

You melted into his embrace and nod. "One more."

Perhaps you should've considered longer. Perhaps it was your lust-addled brain that made you say yes. Perhaps you should not have fallen for his devilish charm. But it’s all too late now as he lay on the bed, and you climbed over him.

"Mmph..." you moan, throwing your head back while you grind your pussy on his cock. You snuck a glance below only to find seeing your boyfriend drowning in pleasure.

You leaned forward and bumped your forehead with his. Seokjin's eyes open gently. He pants quietly as he cups your face, gently stroking it with his thumb. An angelic smile spreads upon his face, love and affection in his eyes. You whined as you continue riding him, trying to chase your own high while helping him with his, picking up the pace.

You were still moving a bit too slowly for his liking so he thrusted his hips to match your movements. It sent shivers down your spine and you moan deliciously.

"Baby, I can't- ah- Jin..." you pant, bouncing and grinding on his cock, just then realizing how close you actually were. You expected the stop, but it didn't make it any easier. Your boyfriend stopped his movements and held your hips firm, causing your body to convulse.

Seokjin sat up quickly, hugging and kissing your face profusely. "You did such a good job, ______." he said, his apologies in the form of kisses. He tucked a stray hair behind your ear. "You were so pretty bouncing on my cock like that."

You sigh and smiled weakly at him, "Can I rest?" you asked meekly.

You hear him genuinely laugh. His friends always said that his laugh sounded like windshield wipers. But to you, it sounded like wind chimes dancing in the summer.

Seokjin grabbed you and laid you down on the bed gently. He turned to his side and stroked your hair. You faced him, a content smile on your face as you also stroke his cheek.

"I love you."

The sudden confession made you halt. You knew Seokjin meant it. However, he does not say I love you very often. He shows his love with physical touch and "have you eaten?" questions that make you feel so happy he cared. But hearing him say he loved you almost made you cry. Almost. You had enough tears for the day.

"I love you too, darling."

You scoot closer to kiss him, tongue asking permission to enter. He groans when they collide. Your spare hand moved down and stroked his softening cock gently but he sprung up instantly.

"I kinda blue-balled you, sorry," you broke the kiss sheepishly. Seokjin just chuckled and continued the kiss, moving on top of you.

“Are you okay for more?” he asked, back to his usual self.

You nodded enthusiastically.

His cock slid in effortlessly, your pussy already wet and stretched out enough to take him in without any discomfort. Pleasure caused your body to groan. You wanted so badly to come.

He held up both your legs and toyed with your clit. He was able to thrust easily into you. He started out slow, making sure that you were actually okay before it turned manic, his cock going in and out of you with such force.

You whined when his thumb pushed harder on your clit, feeling your walls clench at his huge dick.

His cock going deeper and deeper inside you combined with him touching your clit was all it took. You were suddenly right there, at the edge of pleasure before you snap. You yell his name, your voice getting increasingly higher. You look at him with desperate eyes.

"Cum on my cock, ____," he groaned, marveling at how tight you were getting.

He kept the pace and soon, you were moaning his name, your juices creaming his cock. You loved being filled. You were so full as your walls clenched around him.

A few more hard thrusts and he joined you in pleasure. "Ah- _____," he moaned out as your walls were painted white. You winced when you thought Seokjin was going to fall on top of you, though he caught himself at the last second.

He slid out of you with a hiss and ran to get a towel to clean you up. After he was done, the towel was placed in the laundry basket, along with all the clothes that were discarded from the floor. You roll your eyes, knowing how neat your boyfriend was.

He plopped right next to you and you cuddled closer, throwing an arm over his muscled abdomen.

"Hi," he sighed out in bliss, tucking another strand of hair behind your ear. "Happy one year anniversary of living together, my dear."

His head dipped towards your and you both nuzzle your nose at each other. "Happy one year, Jin."

"So," he started, clearing his throat. "I can tell you liked getting spanked. Push my buttons some more and maybe it'll happen more often," he laughed at his own comment., waggling his eyebrows at your direction.

This time, it was you who were at a loss for words. You shook your head, rolling your eyes before snuggling so close to him. You found the perfect spot on his chest, as always, pulling the blankets towards the both of you.

He removed himself from underneath you and stared seriously into your eyes. "I know I don't say it enough,"-- you smiled as you notice his ears turning red again-- "but I meant what I said. I do, love you, ____." He held your gaze and you found the strength to sit up slightly to kiss him.

"I know, Jin. This was enough. You are enough."

You've never seen him so giddy and he kissed your forehead again, finally settling down.

"Good night, Kim Seokjin. I’ll clean the food in the morning," you say drowsily.

"Don’t worry, let me get it. Good night, soon-to-be Kim _____," he whispered. You heard the comment but you were tired to ask what he meant. In the morning, you thought to yourself. I'll deal with that in the morning.

When you finally slept, soft snores filling the room, Seokjin got up, carefully detangling him from your arms. You protest slightly but rolled over, not waking up. He padded softly to the kitchen to put the food away. Washing his hands, he looked to the bedroom once more to make sure you were indeed asleep, before opening his briefcase.

Inside, there was a small blue box and Seokjin opened it gingerly, fearing the worst. He sighed in relief as the band reflected a light coming from outside, still intact even though he dropped it earlier. He closed the small box and placed it back in his briefcase.

Seokjin came back to the room to find you had gotten up, hands rubbing your eyes. “Where did you go?”

“Bathroom and grabbed a glass of water,” he lied casually, praying that you didn’t see anything, his heart hammering in his chest.

You mumbled something and he sighed in relief, putting on a pair of boxers before snuggling you close, kissing your forehead.

All characters depicted in this fic are 18+ and fictional.

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Posted on 04.13.2021 at 11:11am GMT+7.

[literaila]

picture perfect

spencer reid x reader 

request: do you think you could write a sequel to this vast empty space? after things go back to normal and it's just a cute fluffy fic. it made me cry very hard and i love it a lot.

this is an epiloge to “this vast empty space” read that here. 

warnings: probably confusing, very short, fluff. 

She could sleep now. 

She spent every night laying in bed, no longer pondering the loneliness that had invaded, but instead surrounded by warmth, and a comforting feeling she couldn't describe. 

She slept through every night, no longer waking up from nightmares, screaming for her husband to come back to her. 

She could sleep now. 

Maybe it was because she had turned up the AC, and her room was no longer burning hot at night. Maybe it was because she ate dinner earlier, and wasn't as worked up when she went to bed. Maybe it was because she had developed a schedule and her eyes had started getting tired earlier. 

Or maybe, 

It was the weight on the other side of her bed. Maybe it was the laughter that she heard every night when she read her daughter a bedtime story. Maybe it was the soft kisses that she knew would wake her up in the morning. 

Maybe it was the feeling she could feel in her chest. 

Maybe it was the soft hands that guided her to emotion every night. 

Every night, she whispered her quiet acknowledgment, whispered affirmations to the person next to her. 

Every night, she had someone to say goodnight to, someone to kiss, someone to keep her warm. 

She could sleep now. 

And sleep did wonders for her. 

After all, she’d decided to keep working, that work was a part of her life she couldn't just remove. That she wouldn't take the easy way out. She knew that she was scared, she knew that there was nothing wrong with the way their family lived, and she was just scared. 

She was scared all the time of the possibilities, the things that could remove her, remove him. She was scared for the daughter that she might leave behind. 

But, she wouldn't allow her fear to affect her life as it did, she wouldn't allow her fears to keep space between her and the man she loved. 

She would move forward. Keep trying. 

Things were looking up. 

It was an early October morning. The air had put fresh thoughts into her brain, had allowed her to wake up, to get up. It was brisk outside, everything felt fresh. But, in the middle of the fall, she knew that couldn't be true. 

The trees were dying again. The clouds were swarming in, following her out the door. The leaves were falling again, the colors scattered across the ground, up in the air. They brought joy to their air with their death, their passing on. 

Her daughter's laughter was floating across the air, like bells flying through the wind, reminding her just how much she loved and appreciated fall. She loved these bells, these tiny sounds that made their way straight to her chest. Right into her heart. 

She watched Fayre dance around in the leaves, throw them up, get them stuck in her hair. And, a part of her knew that she should be bothered, that her daughter shouldn't be making a mess, but she looked so happy. And so she’d decided she would ignore that part, she would allow her daughter the joy of fall for a moment longer. 

They had to leave soon anyway. 

“Did you get Fayre ready-” 

A warm voice filled the air around her, distracted her from her thoughts. Hands were wrapping around her waist as she breathed in the air again, the feeling cold in her chest. 

She turned around, leaned her back against their deck. Listened to her daughter laugh some more, and kept the small smile on her face. 

His eyes were amused, and just a little bit reserved. But mostly playful. 

They had to leave soon. They were scheduled to take pictures today. Family pictures. Snapshots in this moment of life when everything seemed too perfect. 

Y/N and Spencer had decided it was time for new one weeks prior when they were listening to music in the kitchen, late at night after Fayre had gone to bed, and Y/N had noticed the pictures on the wall were old ones. Ones of when Fayre was just a baby, only a couple of months old. They swayed around the kitchen and decided that now was a good time to have a memory to hold onto. 

And today was the day. 

The two of them had woken up early, shared a couple of soft kisses in the morning light. Basking in the sun from their window in bed, and trying to shake their tired eyes. 

Yawns were shared as the two of them got ready. Smiles across the room. 

After that, it was Y/N’s job to get Fayre ready. Spencer had agreed to wake her up, Y/N refusing to do so because of the monster her daughter was in the morning, but Y/N had to get her ready. 

That was the deal. 

And maybe, just possibly, the mother and daughter had gotten a bit distracted. 

Fayre had wanted breakfast, which of course Y/N had complied with, knowing that they had a bit of extra time. And then breakfast had turned into the two of them telling jokes across the table, Y/N laughing at the silliness of her little girl. And then Fayre had wanted to play hide and seek, and who was Y/N to argue? She was fond of laughter and smiles, and her daughter, and so again, she’d complied. Completely forgetting that they were supposed to be getting ready. 

Spencer hadn't noticed any of this, showering the other room. 

And now they were outside, playing in the leaves, laughing together again. 

“She doesn't look ready,” Spencer said, continuing his sentence as he stared at his wife. His eyes were questioning now, his face harsh but amused still. 

Y/N gave him a sheepish smile, leaning up to kiss his cheek. Almost as a way of apologizing, almost as a kiss of affection. 

“She wanted to play,” she said, her smile bigger now as she watched his eyes soften. As his thumbs ran circles over her waist. 

“Love, she always wants to play,” Spencer reminded her. 

“We have a little bit of time?” Y/N answered back, her voice higher, her eyes faking innocence. Spencer scowled at her, rolling his eyes. 

Y/N planted kisses all over his face, getting him to laugh under her insistent pecking. She smiled against his face and kept going, waiting for him to pull her off of him. 

And when he did, she smiled at him again, reminding herself of this warmth, this feeling in her heart. Committing it to memory. Telling herself to never forget it. 

Y/N pulled herself from his arms, ducking under his hands and walking towards her daughter. 

Fayre was still playing in the leaves, oblivious to Y/N and Spencer’s conversation. Her hair was tangled, there was grass all over her, and still, Y/N couldn't help but smile at the sight of her daughter's grin. 

“Come on little love, we’ve got to get ready before Daddy has a heart attack.” 

Fayre squealed as Y/N picked her up. 

***

They were all dressed in fall colors. Their outfits not matching, but flowing well together. 

It wasn't the first time they’d been to this photographer, and Spencer and Y/N were both familiar and comfortable with him. 

First, they’d decided to get pictures of Fayre alone, knowing that eventually, her smile would fade, that she would get tired and would be less willing to smile for the camera. 

Y/N watched from the side as both the photographer and Spencer tried to make her laugh. 

It was an easy job, seeing as Fayre found something funny in everything, and Y/N was excited to see the pictures that would come out of these moments. She pictured them on her wall, pictured them as her new lock screen. 

When dozens of pictures of Fayre had been taken, Spencer walked over to Y/N, letting the photographer take over the job, and he kissed her head as he wrapped an arm around her. They both watched Fayre laugh for a moment, comforted by the feeling of each other. 

And then Y/N pushed Spencer into the view of the camera.  

She whispered to the photographer, told him to get some pictures of the two of them. 

The two people she loved the most. 

At first, it was just the two of them smiling at the camera, Fayre giggling while Spencer lifted her off the ground. 

And then, Spencer had decided to try something new. He set Fayre back down on the ground, kneeling in front of her. They were looking at each other now, their eyes bright as they stared at each other. Y/N could see Spencer reach back to grab something out of his pocket, she could see Fayre questioning what he was doing, her small hands trying to grab at his arm to see. 

She smiled at the two of them, hoped that the pictures of this moment would come out good. 

And then Spencer started to make Fayre laugh again. He pulled out the easiest trick in the magic book, removing a coin from behind Fayre’s ear. 

And her laughter was infectious. 

Y/N looked over to the photographer, saw the pictures on the screen in front of them. 

They were perfect. 

She could feel the pride, the love for the two of them bursting in her chest. 

She was distracted when Spencer called her over, the three other people in the room all looking to her. 

And it was time for the family pictures. 

Once again, they started with just smiling at the camera. Spencer held Fayre in one of his arms, and in the other, he pulled Y/N closer to him. He smiled at the faces Fayre and Y/N were making at each other. Y/N lifted a hand up to caress her daughters face, both of their smiles filling their entire faces. 

And they continued taking pictures, continued smiling altogether, laughing at the photographer, at each other. There were pictures of them all close together, pictures of them spread apart and laughing. Pictures of them making serious faces, pictures following those ones of all of them laughing. 

And it was a perfect moment. 

It was beyond perfect. 

In a moment of silence, a moment where the photographer had gone to get something, when Fayre had been distracted, in a moment Spencer leaned down to Y/N to whisper to her. 

“You look so happy.” He said, and Y/N could feel the adoration in his voice, the appreciation, the awe. She could hear the longing, the desperate way he had always wished she was happy. And she remembered when they’d first made up, on that first night together, she remembered him whispering to her how sorry he was. 

She remembered Spencer telling her that he hadn't seen her smile in so long. 

And now… now she couldn't stop smiling. Every day, it felt like her smile had been glued onto her face, that been plastered there. 

Spencer kissed her head, held her close to him, and she could feel his heart against hers. 

“I love you,” she murmured back, not wanting to disrupt this moment. This perfect moment for the two of them. 

She wanted him to know how happy he had made her, how she could feel with him, how there was nothing but complete warmth and bliss when she was with him. She wanted him to know just how much love she had for him. 

She could barely imagine ever feeling sad before, she couldn't imagine the person she was only months ago. She couldn't imagine the hole that she once thought had been dug in her chest. 

No, she was whole, there was no space, nothing empty. She was completely whole, and she could never stop smiling now. 

She had a family. One that was completely hers, one that she knew loved her. And she knew now, that her husband and her daughter could never be complete without her. She knew that even though she wasn't perfect, she was perfect for them, and just enough. 

She knew that their family was perfect together. That this person she was, was just enough. 

This person was new, shiny, and new, and happy.

This person was happy. 

This person could never do without the two flowers that had bloomed on her heart, that had dug their own holes, their own space in her chest. The two flowers she loved desperately. 

And with that thought, she smiled at the camera. 

A snapshot of a perfect moment.

**

its short and simple but.... you know... i think its cute so. 

my masterlist here.

[out-there-so-it-isnt-just-me]

Hey guys...I have an idea if you aren't sad enough yet. I was struck by a painful comparison sort of crossover idea. It would never be canon, but  I'm mourning the end of Campaign Two, and I want to be sad and over-dramatic. Essek, but as Eliza from Hamilton in “Who Lives, Who Dies, Who Tells Your Story.” But, it’s for the entire Mighty Nien. Some of the lyrics are so on point for a poor Essek who will probably outlive all of his friends (Elves still generally live longer than Firbolgs by a good 200 years). Anyway, enjoy.

MN

Every other founding father's story gets told

It occurs to Essek, during one of the many periods without one of the Mighty Nein (the time that he dwells on them the most), how unfair their whole situation is. They saved all of Exandria, and no one knows. They are amazing, and odd, and frustrating, and no one knows. They will die loved deeply, but not widely. He knows they prefer it that way, all things considered. But, everyone else who saves all of Exandria becomes legends, while the people he loves best will be forgotten, remembered only by him.

And that. That sounds unbearable. 

So, in-between the times he sees the Mighty Nein, he begins to gather accounts. He writes down stories from those they helped, or simply left an impression on.  The people who have met the Mighty Nein have an air about them that he gets good at detecting. They attracted the oddballs and the outcasts. And if they're entirely normal (whatever that means), then they usually get a certain twitch if you ask for stories about interesting strangers. About half the time, a certain blue tiefling pops up in them. He almost has a heart attack when he hears  “go fuck yourself,” in Jester’s cheerful voice, when he knows Jester isn’t anywhere near there. He ends up getting the kenku’s story, and the voices of his friends are weaved into it. Essek thinks the Mighty Nein are the best people in the world, in their own rambunctious way. Part of him wants the world to love them as he does, or at least have the option to. Everyone should have a chance to get to know them, even if it's just through tales. The world would be a better place for it.

...And when you're gone, who remembers your name?

Who keeps your flame? 

Who tells your story?

Who tells your story?

Who tells your story?

Once there is only him and Caduceus left, this becomes a more prominent part of how he spends his time. After...after a long, long period of mourning. He has so much life left to live without most of the people who made it worth living.

I put myself back in the narrative

I stop wasting time on tears

I live another 50(0) years

He stops hiding his past and bears his sins and his story to the world. Essek tells his story so their story can be appreciated to the fullest; his part in their story emphasizes the depth of their compassion and chaos. He tells his story, but not as himself. Essek continues to drift from town to town under a vast number of aliases. Everywhere he goes, he spreads his stories of his friends, some serious, most silly. He disguises himself so he can stay alive to do a little more good, tell a few more stories, to truly live the life his friends wanted for him.

...I try to make sense of your thousands of pages of writings

You really do write like you're running out of time.

Eventually, he gets his hands on some of Beau’s journals, Jester’s diaries, and Caleb’s research. Well, he always had the research, but he gets to the point where he can share it with the world. He slowly begins to share and explain their thoughts and personalities with excerpts from those. Maybe he also has letters that he shares parts of (though most of those, those words specifically for him, he keeps to himself, for himself). He wonders if they'd be angry at him for spilling their private thoughts. But neither Beau nor Jester filtered their thoughts very much in the first place, and he keeps anything truly painful out of the public eye. Caleb, well, Caleb was always about sharing his knowledge and research, provided it wasn't dangerous. And they were all dead anyway.  One of the last things they told him was to be happy. And talking about his friends, learning more about his friends even after they were long dead, that made him the happiest he'd been in a while. So he hoped they wouldn’t begrudge him this small joy he’d managed to grasp and forgive him, should it be necessary.

I rely on Angelica

While she's alive, we tell your story

She is buried in Trinity Church near you

When I needed her most, she was right on time

Caduceus isn’t particularly interested in being well known or famous, but he never shies away from telling a story about any of his friends. Plus, he thinks it’s a good project for Essek. It's a way to continue to show his love for them and keep them alive in the only way they can be now. When Caduceus eventually passes away, he joins the eight other graves (Veth refused to be buried apart from Yeza) that lay in a tucked-away corner of the Blooming Grove. There is one space left, nestled between where Caleb and Jester lay, but it will be empty for a long time yet.

And I'm still not through

I ask myself, what would you do if you had more time...

...You could have done so much more if you only had time

And when my time is up, have I done enough?

Will they tell your story?

He keeps adding to his tale; he stretches it longer and longer with every shred he can remember. But, even his memory, as long as it is, runs out eventually. And their story finally ends, but he doesn't. He throws himself into activities that remind him of them. He does a lot of gardening ( mostly tea, poisonous plants, and flowers). He teaches children some rudimentary dunamancy in his spare time, for Caleb. He messes around with alchemy a little. Eventually, he publishes the last of the research that he and Caleb worked on together; ones that took him decades to solve by himself. He even finds himself drawing a surprising amount of dicks on random surfaces near the very end.

Oh, can I show you what I'm proudest of?

...I help to raise hundreds of children

I get to see them growing up

The time that doesn’t go towards his now worrying amount of hobbies, he spends doing what he has done since the beginning: caring for the Mighty Nien’s true legacy. He looks after and visits their children. He takes care of descendants of Luc, of Jester and Fjord, of the random teenager that Beau and Yasha seemed to adopt completely on accident, of TJ, of the Clays, and of a lovechild of Kingsley’s that found out who his father was and then somehow found Essek himself to learn about him. In an embarrassing show of sentimentality, Essek always keeps at least one offspring of Caleb's very first cat. There is a very funny story about Caleb thinking the animal was spayed when it was, in fact, not. He visits the different generations every couple of years or so (he has a schedule). The drow makes sure they know the stories of their ancestors, the adventures of the Mighty Nien; he tells them it's all real. He gives them ways to contact him if they’re in danger, or need any kind of help really ( he has funds to spare at this point). Every once in a while, a few of them will get it in their heads to write him yearly updates. It’s nice.

In their eyes, I see you, Alexander

I see you every time

And when my time is up

Have I done enough?

Will they tell your story?

It is strange and painful to see the attitude and mannerisms of the Nein in the descendants who have never met them. It is wonderful too. His stories of the Mighty Nein have become well-known tales that no one can decide how much is truth and how much is fiction (it’s true, it’s all somehow, hilariously true). He preserved them in his own way, in the right way (time travel is something he thinks of with a growing hunger the more years pass between when he last laid eyes on his friends). But in these men, these women, these children, they are truly alive.

One little half-orc girl has Jester’s mischievous eyes and infectious joy. Another halfling man squints just like Veth when she's trying to figure out if someone is bullshitting her. There’s a boy who charmingly bumbles his way through most social encounters, as Fjord did. A firbolg woman who has Caduceus gentle smile. A tiefling girl with all the audacious bravado of Kingsley. A man with eyes just as piercing as Beau’s, and a tongue just as sharp. Even Yasha’s kind and gentle demeanor somehow shines through in one small boy, despite her having no direct descendants. He gets to see these flashes of his friends in those who survive them, and it thrills him as much as it cuts him. (Sometimes, when the current cat has ruined some item of his, the pleased look it wears resembles the quiet glee Caleb exuded after he pulled a successful prank, but he’s pretty sure that’s just fanciful thinking.)

One of the last things Essek does before he dies is fully publish, in print, the entire tale of the Mighty Nein. How they came together, every person they helped along the way. The love, the loss, the kindness, the chaos, every moment he could recall or record was put into this one account (necessarily stretched out into several separate books). There is only one set, and he hands it over to the Library of the Cobalt Soul in Rexxentrum. Then he goes on his lonely way.

Oh, I can't wait to see you again

It's only a matter of time

There are now ten graves, each one as unique as its owner, nestled in a small corner of the Blooming Grove. One grave has the dirt still fresh around it. And somewhere, beyond the Divine Gate, there are cheers and laughs and cries of joy as the Mighty Nien become the Mighty Nine once more.

fin.

MN

It’s my head-canon that by the time Essek dies he’s practically a mythical figure among the select families he looks after. It's  to the point that in certain locations ( that have a lot of Nein remnants) he becomes a local legend, the guardian angel of nien (no spelling specified and with no real distinction of what that means), with skin like the night sky who drifts (literally) through towns and helps those who meet a certain requirement, unknown to the general populus. There are rumors that certain people have bestowed upon them a token they could use to call upon the angel’s aid. Of course, the people who have the tokens (sending stones or something similar. IDK how he would get that many wondrous items, but I focus on satisfying narrative not, like, plausibility) know Essek and know that he has died and that the tokens no longer work, but for a while they keep them as heirlooms, to show the love of one drow wizard for the friends he had long, long ago. Eventually, one of Veth’s descendants sells off their set because sending stones are worth A LOT, and the money seemed more practical. They have their stories; those are enough. 

And before anyone complains about the Kingsley bit, I felt compelled to add a smidgen of Kingsley content because Essek loves Jester and Jester’s with Fjord and Kingsley is with both of them for years. I’m sure they get to know each other well enough that seeing traits of Kingsley is vaguely nostalgic and warming, even if it lacks the depth and love he feels for everyone else. Also, there’s no convincing me that Molly/Kingsley doesn’t have at least one illegitimate child running around from various trysts, he was basically the Scanlan of this campaign. It goes with the hedonistic vibe he gives off.

Also, is it normal that I completely designed the Nein’s burial site in my head because I did? Like I imagine they’re all spaced out in a circle. It’s almost like a stone gazebo but there’s not really a roof; it’s just a group of nine pillars that support a stone circle. The entrance is the Traveler’s door with dicks around the edge, and each of the nine pillars/supports is designed to look the knowing mistresses staff. The stone circle is covered in carvings of storm clouds and lightning. Wires are strung across the center of the stone circle to form the symbol of the Cobalt Soul. Not that you can see the wires, because vines have been grown all around them. Once you step through the Traveler’s gate, you’ll find yourself on some kind of rough mosaic floor, with depictions of a peacock, a pyramid, a snake, a sun, a moon, and (oddly) a pirate ship. The mosaic is made up of buttons of various materials and shapes. In the center is a saltwater pool/spring (depending on how magical we can get idk) and floating above it is an eternal flame encased in some sort of dunamancy magic that doesn’t  actually exist that keeps it floating and eternal. Look I'm running out of ideas.

I can’t imagine what everyone’s grave marker would be, but I’m pretty sure Yasha’s is a simple stone that says "YASHA NYDOORIN: wife of Zuella and Beauregard Lionette," and the place where’s she’s buried is just covered in wildflowers that spread outside of the gazebo to encircle the structure entirely up to the gate. Also, everyone has a stone tarot card by their grave with the picture and designation that Molly gave them. Beyond that grows a weirdly dense thicket of trees and bushes that make finding the Nein's resting place rather hard. It’s said only the descendants of the Nein’s family or those favored by the Wildmother (or Traveler, Or Ioun, or Storm Lord) can find their way to them. And one tree, directly behind Yasha, is dead, struck by lightning who knows how long ago. 

And they’re buried in this order: Yeza/Veth, Caleb, Essek, Jester, Ford, Kingsley, Yasha, Beau, Cad. I know there’s a good chance that a) Kingsley would just eff off and die somewhere unknown and b) Cad would probably want to be buried with the rest of his family, but shhh let me dream.

[nashvilledreams]

My Naya, my Snixxx, my Bee. I legitimately can not imagine this world without you.

7 years ago today, she and I were together in London when we found out about Cory. We were so far away, but I was so thankful that we had each other. A week ago today we were talking about running away to Hawaii. This doesn’t make sense. And I know it probably never will.

She was so independent and strong and the idea of her not being here is something I cannot comprehend. She was the single most quick-witted person I’ve ever met, with a steel-trap memory that could recall the most forgettable conversations from a decade ago verbatim. The amount of times she would memorize all of those crazy monologues on Glee the morning of and would never ever mess up during the scene… I mean, she was clearly more talented than the rest of us. She was the most talented person I’ve ever known. There is nothing she couldn’t do and I’m furious we won’t get to see more.

I’m thankful for all the ways in which she made me a better person. She taught me how to advocate for myself and to speak up for the things and people that were important to me, always. I’m thankful for the times I grew an ab muscle from laughing so hard at something she said. I’m thankful she became like family. I’m thankful that my dad happened to have met her weeks before I did and when I got Glee, he told me to “look out for a girl named Naya because she seemed nice.” Well dad, she was nice and she became one of my favorite people ever.

If you were fortunate enough to have known her, you’ll know that her most natural talent of all was being a mother. The way that she loved her boy, it was truly Naya at her most peaceful. I’m thankful that Naya got that beautiful little boy back on that boat. I’m thankful he will have a strong family around him to protect him and tell him about his incredible mom.

I just hope more than anything that her family is given the space and time to come to terms with this. For having such tiny body, Naya had such a gigantic presence, a void that will now be felt by all of us - those of us who knew her personally and the millions of you who loved her through your TVs. I love you, Bee.

My favorite duet partner. I love you. I miss you. I don’t have words right now, just lots of feelings. Rest In Peace Angel, and know that your family will never have to worry about anything.

We started out as the closest friends and then like all new things, we went through a bit of a rocky phase. However, we stuck by each other’s side and created the most beautiful friendship built out of love and understanding. The last I had the chance to see you in person, I had left oranges outside our home for you to take. I wanted to say hi through the window but my phone didn’t ring when you called (which it never does, f*cking T-Mobile), so instead you and Josey left two succulents on our doorstep as a thank you. I planted those succulents and I look at them everyday and think of you. I still listen to your EP on repeat because from the moment I heard it, it struck me and I always wished the world knew more of your voice. You sent me over 5 dozen SnapChat videos when you and Josey woke up in the morning and I kick myself that I didn’t save one of them. You always shared recipes and I admired your love for food. We vowed to spend every Easter together, even though Covid stole this last one from us. You are and always will be the strongest and most resilient human being I know, and I vowed to carry that with me as I continue to live my life. 

You constantly taught me lessons about grief, about beauty and poise, about being strong, resilient and about not giving a fuck (but still somehow respectful). Yet, the utmost important lesson I learned most of all from you was being a consistent and loving friend. You were the first to check in, the first to ask questions, the first to listen..you cherished our friendship and I never took that for granted. 

We never took photos together because we mutually hated taking pictures...our relationship meant more than proof. I have countless pictures of our babies playing, because we shared that kind of pride and joy. So I’m showing the world a photo of our little goof balls for you, because I know that meant more than anything and they remind me of you and I. I speak to you everyday because I know you’re still with me and even though I’m feeling greedy that we don’t get more time together, I cherish every moment we had and hold it close to my heart.

There are no words and yet so many things I want to say, I don't believe I'll ever be able to articulate exactly what I feel but... Naya, you were a ⚡️ force and everyone who got to be around you knew it and felt the light and joy you exuded when you walked into a room. You shined on stage and screen and radiated with love behind closed doors. 

I was lucky enough to share so many laughs, martinis and secrets with you. I can not believe I took for granted that you'd always be here. Our friendship went in waves as life happens and we grow, so I will not look back and regret but know I love you and promise to help the legacy of your talent, humor, light and loyalty live on. 

You are so loved. You deserved the world and we will make sure Josey and your family feel that everyday. I miss you already.

She was bold. She was outrageous. She was a LOT of fun.⁣

Naya made me laugh like no one else on that set. I always said it while we were working together and I’ve maintained it ever since. Her playful, wicked sense of humor never ceased to bring a smile to my face.⁣

She played by her own rules and was in a class of her own. She had a brashness about her that I couldn’t help but be enchanted by. I also always loved her voice, and savored every chance I got to hear her sing. I think she had more talent than we would have ever been able to see.⁣

I was constantly moved by the degree to which she took care of her family, and how she looked out for her friends. She showed up for me on numerous occasions where she didn’t have to, and I was always so grateful for her friendship then, as I certainly am now.⁣

And even as I sit here, struggling to comprehend, gutted beyond description- the very thought of her cracks me up and still brings a smile to my face. That was Naya’s gift. And it's a gift that will never go away. ⁣

Rest in peace you wild, hilarious, beautiful angel.

How can you convey all your love and respect for someone in one post? How can you summarize a decade of friendship and laughter with words alone? If you were friends with Naya Rivera, you simply can’t. Her brilliance and humor were unmatched. Her beauty and talent were otherworldly. She spoke truth to power with poise and fearlessness. She could turn a bad day into a great day with a single remark. She inspired and uplifted people without even trying. Being close to her was both a badge of honor and a suit of armor. Naya was truly one of a kind, and she always will be. 💔 Sending all my love to her wonderful family and her beautiful son.

Dear Naya, 

I’m failing miserably to process this news. I always imagined old future senior moments where we would hear your infectious laughter down the hall knowing that our funny bone was in for a treat. To many people, myself included, you were the life of the party. Not only able to rock when fun was to be had after a long day but that shining friend that was always willing to listen, offer sympathy, perspective and at times, give much needed levity to any situation. 

You were a beast on the show. I admired you as I watched you nail multi page monologues that you learned moments before and pour your heart into every performance with an energy that had that snicks special written all over it. Our deep conversations about life inbetween scenes are some of my favorite moments with you. Getting to hear about your hopes and dreams for the future and with Josey’s arrival, ‘Your greatest success’ I was so happy to see your dream turn into reality. 

You deserved more. I’m so sorry but you deserved more. You gave life your all and I hope all the good that you have given to the world will be returned in abundance when you reunite with our brother in the heavenly skies. I’m so grateful for our memories. We will make sure to keep your legacy and spirit alive so Josey will grow up to know the incredible woman you were. Love you, Naya. You are already missed. Eternally. 

-HSJ

Naya and I fell into stride with such ease, she was my first friend and ally on our show. In the pilot, our characters came and went with such swiftness. Our enthusiasm brimmed with all of the unknown. We tried to grasp what the other cast members must be feeling as we were working in such separate manners. We dared to dream. What if this show worked? Wouldn’t that be something? Something was brimming, it was palpable. And thank god it worked. Naya’s magnetic talent was going to be unleashed, we just didn’t know it yet. ⁣⁣

I’ve been revisiting Naya’s performances on our show and it has brought me great joy. To work with her was a gift. There was a great deal to absorb - her work ethic, her fearlessness, her talent - supreme. Naya had a laugh that would envelop you and hold you captive. She was mesmerizing. That twinkle in her eye, her luminous smile. Naya lead with truth, humor, wit. I loved her for all of these reasons. ⁣⁣

I loved her sense of curiosity and wanderlust. I was lucky enough to be her travel partner for some of my most favorite adventures. As I write this, I’m grinning with swelling memories of a spontenaous 36 hour excursion - one might even say diversion - to Paris. With Naya, everything was possible and would often simply unfold before us, almost magically.⁣⁣

On this particular jaunt, within ten minutes of checking into our hotel, we found ourselves strolling the halls of L'École des Beaux-Arts, sipping wine from paper cups with students showcasing their latest work. It was fantastic. We were united in our commitment to discovery. And there was always a list of cleverly curated ideas in Naya’s back pocket, should we need it. ⁣⁣

I cannot make sense of this tremendous loss. I will hold onto her and these memories for the rest of time, alongside our Glee family. Please hold space for her, her family, her beautiful boy. ⁣⁣

In absolute, loving memory.

Naya The world is at such a loss and I am truly heartbroken. I still remember the day I met you. You Walked straight up to me, grabbed me by the face and drug me around until I met every single person on set, introducing me as “new booty”. You were one of the first people who made me feel like family when others saw me as an outsider. I didn’t know then that you would become my family and that’s just who you were to everyone.. A Mother, Sister, Daughter and most of all a friend. Your massive heart and bright spark is what carried our entire show, when at times we all felt like giving up. 

You always showed up for me when I needed some wisdom or was down and just needed someone to talk to. You took care of everyone around you in a way that was so warm and comforting and you sure knew how to throw a hell of a party! 

I always admired your bravery and passion to fight for what’s right even when it seemed like you were up against the world. Your spirit is contagious and you continue to make everyone you have touched a better and stronger person by knowing you. 

My favorite part of glee was getting to watch you perform and shine up close every day. You really were the pulse of that show. Anyone who was blessed enough to see and experience your raw talent knows it to be true. You’re one of the smartest and most gifted people I have ever met. There is no one like you and there never will be.

You have changed peoples lives all around the world and you continue to change mine forever. I will never forget your love and kindness. Thank you for sharing your spirit Angel.

I will miss you always. I Love you Naya

For the last 7 years the 13th of July has shattered our hearts beyond repair. There aren’t enough words to describe the pain we are feeling, we are truly heartbroken at the loss of @nayarivera .

Naya, Cory loved you so so much. He cherished your friendship more than you will ever know. From the laughs you shared, to the strength you gave him when he needed it the most. Cory truly adored you. He was in awe of your incredible talent, the way you gave everything you had to each performance; the slap in the auditorium was one of his favourite stories to share. You once said Cory was like a member of your family; you will always be a part of ours. We’ll carry you in our hearts forever. We miss you. Friends reunited for eternity.

We send all our love and strength to your beautiful boy, your family, friends and fans 💔🐻💔