#today I fed him early and all that did was make him throw up at 11am instead of 1pm so 🙃

[adventures-with-aspen]

Looking at job postings like, “How will this schedule work for my dog?”

[asdfghjklmals]

LILIES & ROSES 2.0✩༶‧˚

GENRE + T/W: sfw, fluff. suggestiveness and mentions of sex. WORD COUNT: 4.1k words. TAGS: satoru gojo x fem!oc, dad!gojo, mom!oc. established couple.

SYNOPSIS: oc gojo girlfriend and satoru celebrate baby gojo's first valentine's day! AUTHOR'S NOTE: happy early valentine's day everyone! sorry i've been so mia. i hope this fic will make up for my absence. the first ‘lilies & roses’ fic was for oc gojo girlfriend’s mother’s day so make sure to read that. 💚 REMINDER: if you want to imagine yourself in oc gojo girlfriend's character descriptions instead, please do!

you and satoru woke up at exactly 5am to your five-month-old human alarm clock babbling in her snoo.

you felt slender, yet strong arms slide under your shirt to pull you closer, even if it was just for a moment. a quick, welcoming kiss by soft tender lips pressed onto your exposed shoulder blade.

“good morning, sweetheart.” satoru whispered into your ear, finally pulling away from you so he could start his morning routine with his daughter.

you turned to face him, half-awake eyes following each step from his side of the bed to your daughter’s bassinet across the room. you let out a tired sigh.

“there’s daddy’s big girl!” satoru said with a quiet, yet cheery voice. a gummy smile appeared on the face of your 5 month old baby girl. it was a smile that satoru never got tired of seeing.

he reached down to pick up sayuri, holding her close to his chest so that her head could rest on his shoulder. you saw her peeking at you. you shot a soft smile at her as her lips trembled. she wanted mommy right now. and where the hell was her milk?

before sayuri could even let out a cry for you, satoru quickly left the master bedroom and shut the door behind him. this was the start of his morning routine, bonding time with his daughter that he always looked forward to.

and so, you shut your eyes for a couple more minutes before satoru and sayuri would come back with their special delivery, your morning coffee. (read ‘morning routine 2.0’ here)

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“okay, yurs—here’s the game plan,” satoru said to his baby girl, “today is something called valentine’s day. usually mommy and daddy go out on a date and then participate in love-making-physical-activities at night, but since we have you this year, i think we should change it up a little.”

sayuri drooled on satoru’s shoulder, unsure of what her father was babbling on about. she pursed her lips and continued to drool.

“we need to stop by the flower shop first so we can get her a nice big bouquet of ros—i mean lilies. those are your mommy’s favorite flower you know. did you know you’re named after them?” (read 'hello baby' here)

sayuri. sayuri meant ‘small lily’ in japanese. it was the perfect name for your perfect baby girl.

satoru continued on with explaining his plan to his partner in crime, “then—i was thinking that while you take your afternoon nap, i can cook a late lunch for mommy. i haven’t done that for her in a long time.”

satoru stirred sweet creamer into your cup of coffee and smiled. he felt as if his plan was going to be perfect—another successful valentine’s day for satoru gojo in the books.

as he imagined how the day would progress, he warmed up a packet of your stored breast milk for sayuri before she started to fuss. but sayuri gojo was no fool, she knew she was going to be fed in a few moments so she decided to give grace to her trying father. she decided that she’d throw a tantrum later.

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“what do you mean you’re taking sayuri out by yourself?” you frowned after taking a sip of your morning coffee. you had hoped to spend some time with your little family today—it was valentine’s day after all.

last year, you told satoru that you didn’t want to do anything extravagant because you were still in the early stages of your pregnancy. you were nauseas and tired during your first trimester. knowing him, he would have already had a trip to somewhere tropical planned if you hadn’t told him that you wanted to stay home.

satoru mischievously grinned, rubbing salt into your wound, “we are going to have a daddy-daughter date for valentine’s day.”

“what if i wanted to have a mommy-daughter date?” you pouted back at your baby daddy, “it’s our baby girl’s first valentine’s day, can’t we spend it together?”

an imaginary lightbulb lit up above satoru’s head. he did need time to cook for you without you being in the apartment, so maybe you could take sayuri during that time.

“how about you take sayuri out for a couple hours?” satoru suggested, “we’ll be home by 2pm.”

“—but 2pm is her nap time, satoru.”

‘of course you wouldn’t forget about her nap time.’ satoru thought to himself. he shifted his milk-drunk daughter in his arms so he could face you.

“okay, how about this, sweetheart—i’ll take yurs and be home by noon. she can take an early nap, and then you can have her at 3pm. i have an appointment from 3pm-5pm anyways.”

satoru may have lied about having an appointment, but he needed to have an excuse not to be with you and sayuri so he could prepare for your valentine’s day surprise.

“can we celebrate after your appointment?” you asked eagerly. your daughter’s first valentine’s day was important to you. not only was it sayuri’s first, it was yours and satoru’s first as parents.

“of course, sweetheart.” satoru said as he leaned in for a kiss on your forehead, a sneaky grin plastering his face, “we have a tradition to uphold.”

“if sex is the tradition you’re talking about, i swear to—”

a whimpering cry interrupted your empty threat to satoru. sayuri was still hungry. she started to wail as if she was screaming, ‘more food, please!’

“—and that’s my queue to leave,” satoru said as he handed off sayuri to you. he quickly jumped out of the bed to make sayuri another bottle.

you shook your head and chuckled.

“your daddy is so silly,” you looked down at satoru gojo’s mini-me. everything you loved about satoru reflected back at you in your daughter. her slender nose, soft pink lips, and her thin white eyebrows. you had the most perfect child. of course you did, she was satoru gojo’s copy and paste.

“so baby girl—i was thinking that while we go on our mommy-daughter date, we can go see grandpa kiku and grandma fuku. daddy would be devastated if we didn’t get him anything for valentine’s day.”

sayuri looked up at you as you patted her back gently. she felt content being in your arms. it gave her comfort and soothed away any fears she may have had, just like daddy’s—and it was the exact same feelings that satoru felt whenever he was in your arms.

“then we can come back home and spend the night with daddy!” you said excitedly with a giggle, “you have to protect mommy from daddy tonight, okay?”

sayuri gojo wouldn’t understand your joke, but you knew what satoru gojo’s intentions were on a day like valentine’s day.

later that morning

“your mom must be loving the fact that she can sleep in today,” satoru chuckled to his daughter as he opened the glass door to the flower shop.

satoru, you, megumi, and tsumiki have been going to this flower shop ever since you moved to the apartment. at first, it was just convenient for satoru. satoru always bought you flowers whenever he upset you or whenever he wanted to surprise you with them just to see you smile. and now, after years of giving the flower shop owner business, you were regulars—to the point where the owner, mrs. itose, had a customized bouquet on hand made just for you whenever satoru or the kids needed it.

“good morning, satoru! good morning, miss sayuri!” the flower shop owner greeted the father-daughter duo.

satoru smiled, presenting his baby girl, “say hi to grandma itose!”

grandma itose had been around for the growth of yours and satoru’s relationship. she was like family. when you gave birth to sayuri, she sent the world’s most beautiful bouquet of lilies you had ever seen. mrs. itose placed her bets that baby gojo was going to be a girl and because of that, she was one of the first people to know sayuri’s name.

“i’m guessing you’re here for valentine’s day?” the shop owner smiled as she continued to wrap rose bouquets to sell for the day. it was a busy day for mrs. itose.

satoru scratched the back of his head and grinned, “that obvious?”

“don’t you worry, satoru. i have (y/n)’s bouquet ready for you.” mrs. itose said with a smug, yet confident grin. she wiped off her hands on a towel and walked to the back of the shop, disappearing for a moment.

satoru watched sayuri as her small, curious eyes scanned the store. her eyes were always full of wonder. she gave a gummy smile to the shop owner who smiled back at her while holding your large bouquet of lilies and roses and a smaller bouquet of lilies alongside it.

“what’s that small bouquet for?” satoru asked, knowing he didn’t order a small bouquet.

mrs. itose smacked satoru’s shoulder, “not only do you have (y/n) to buy flowers for, but you have to buy them for your daughter too!”

satoru’s heart sank. he felt guilty that he didn’t even think about buying his mini-me, his adorable little girl, a bouquet for valentine’s day. he now had two girls in his life to think about.

“i didn’t even think about that before we had sayuri.” he sheepishly admitted, giving sayuri an apologetic kiss to her chubby cheek.

“being a girl dad will make you realize a lot of things.” mrs. itose teased, “a reflection of how you treat (y/n) is a guideline to how sayuri will expect to be treated by her significant other when she grows up.”

the thought of sayuri growing up, dating, and eventually getting married gave satoru the chills. he didn’t even want to think about it. all he knew was that whoever his daughter ended up loving, they better love her the way he loved you.

“grandma itose, thank you for teaching me how to be a good dad. and you’ve always helped me be a good partner to (y/n).” satoru said with appreciation. mrs. itose was always a listening ear when he would pick up flowers after an argument.

the shop owner smiled warmly at satoru and sayuri, “have a happy valentine’s day, you two.”

satoru held the two bouquets up with his cursed technique and paid the shop owner double the amount of what the flowers actually costed. he made sure to leave before mrs. itose could say anything.

“say bye to grandma itose, yurs.” satoru sang as he held sayuri’s arm to wave goodbye.

next year, he would make sure to remember to order flowers for his precious little lily too.

later that afternoon

“i bet your daddy wishes he could be here with us.” you sang smugly as you pushed sayuri’s nuna stroller down the familiar streets of tokyo. “he loves seeing grandpa kiku and grandma fuku.”

sayuri was bundled up warmly in her swaddle, enjoying the stroller ride. her view was a beautiful you. your long black hair flowed behind you in the wind, green eyes sparkling as you looked on ahead. sayuri looked at you just like satoru did. with awe.

“i’m sorry you had to change your nap time today.” you apologized, “mommy couldn’t help it. she wanted to spend time with you too.”

you weren’t mad at the fact that satoru and sayuri always got to spend time together, in fact, you loved that they had a bond. it was more of the thought that one day, your baby girl wouldn’t need her mother anymore.

you made your way to the kikufuku stand that you and satoru had been visiting since you were high schoolers. the stall owners recognized you immediately and rushed towards you.

grandma fuku called out your names excitedly, “(y/n)! sayuri!”

“hi mrs. fuku.” you laughed, knowing exactly what she wanted. you picked up sayuri and placed her in grandma fuku’s arms as she cooed at your baby.

grandpa kiku and grandma fuku were family, just like grandma itose. you remembered the moment when your belly started showing during your pregnancy. you wanted to surprise and visit grandma fuku to see if she would notice. grandma fuku was so excited when she realized you were pregnant, she wanted to close to shop immediately so she could sit down and talk to you about motherhood. that day, even grandpa kiku ended up giving satoru a lecture on how to be a good husband and that being a dad changes your entire life.

you were grateful for the kikufuku stand couple. they had been there for you and satoru when you were both in high school. their kikufuku stand was where you and satoru had your first date, and many more dates after that. they had become important parts of your lives and you hoped that they would be in your daughter’s too. (read 'love at first fight' here)

“grandpa kiku packed up all of satoru’s favorites.” grandma fuku said with a smile as she held sayuri in her arms. your baby enjoyed being held by anyone—she was a friendly baby, just like her friendly father.

grandpa kiku called out with a grin, “we figured one of you two would be here to pick these up.”

he held out a pink box of kikufuku towards you, all in satoru’s favorite flavors. you placed them in sayuri’s stroller and quickly paid the shop owners a generous amount of money, far more than what the sweet treat was actually worth. it was the least you could do for them after all these years of satoru terrorizing their kikufuku stand.

a visit to the kikufuku shop with sayuri always lasted longer than expected. they always wanted to hold her and talk about how she was doing. in a blink of an eye, an hour had already passed. you had to meet satoru back at home.

“on our next day off, satoru and i will bring sayuri.” you promised as you placed sayuri back into her stroller.

“that would be great! happy valentine’s day, (y/n) and sayuri! tell satoru we said hi!” the shop owners called out to you.

you gave them a bright smile and waved back, “we will! happy valentine’s day! don’t work too hard!”

“make sure to have lots of babies for me!” grandma fuku made sure to add.

you laughed at her request. you were pretty sure satoru’s sobo and your grandma wanted the same thing too. but for now, you and satoru wanted to enjoy the time you had with your little accident, sayuri.

at the gojo/(l/n) apartment

on your way home, a burning smell wafted through the apartment hallways, worrying you.

“is your father already home?” you asked your daughter as if she could answer you. you already knew it was satoru, you could sense his cursed energy residuals.

you typed in the code to the pin pad lock and pushed sayuri’s stroller in. the burning smell was coming from your kitchen.

“babe, are you okay…?” you called out.

“goddamn it—oh hi sweetheart!” satoru turned around attempting to mask his apparent frustration, he sucked on his thumb that he burned while attempting to grab something from the oven.

“did you burn yourself?”

“yes…” he mumbled, “can you come kiss it better?”

you laughed at how much of a baby the strongest sorcerer could be.

“let me grab sayuri, run it under cold water first.”

while you picked up sayuri from her stroller, satoru obediently ran his thumb under the kitchen faucet, the icy cold water soothing his burn.

you approached him from behind with sayuri attached to your hip, rubbing his back in soothing circles.

“you okay, babe?” you attempted to stifle a laugh.

satoru pouted and answered dramatically, “no, i might just die right now, it hurts so bad.” as a jujutsu sorcerer, you were pretty sure he’s felt worse than a simple cooking burn.

“hold her,” you demanded while you handed your daughter off to her father, “give me your hand.”

he quickly put his hand in yours. the red spot on his thumb was starting to blister. you focused your reversed cursed technique onto his burn, water appearing from the air to cover the spot on his thumb. when you released your technique, it was as if the burn never happened.

sayuri blinked in awe as she watched you and satoru. sayuri gojo was born with cursed energy, but you and satoru didn’t know what her innate cursed technique was yet. was it limitless from the gojo clan? or was it an elemental technique from your clan?

“you’re such a baby, satoru.” you teased, “you can use reversed cursed energy yourself but for some reason, you always come to me to heal you.”

“guilty as charged.” satoru grinned before pulling you in for a kiss, “i’ll always be your baby.”

you pulled away from him, biting your lip with a seductive grin. curious sayuri leaned towards the kitchen, grabbing your attention. you turned to stare at the oven, “so what happened to my kitchen?”

“i tried to make us dinner but i forgot about the food in the oven while i was cleaning and decorating.” satoru said, face palming his forehead.

you turned to look at the decorations satoru was talking about. a large bouquet of lilies and roses and a smaller one sat on the glass dining table, rose petals decorated the floor with candles lit all around the kitchen and living room area. it reminded you of your 25th birthday. (read ‘forget me not’ here)

you blinked twice. you didn’t even notice how clean the apartment was or all the valentine’s day decorations that satoru put up when you first came through the door. the burning smell must’ve distracted you.

you walked over to the patio door to open it, airing out the burnt smell and smoke. as you made your way back to satoru, he sunk into the couch, white cushions engulfing him, sayuri sitting on his chest. she gently patted his chest as if she was consoling him.

“what’s wrong?” you asked with concern.

satoru crest-fallen, mumbled, “i had the perfect valentine’s day planned out for us, but i burnt our dinner.”

“the only thing that matters is that our apartment isn’t burnt down.” you giggled.

“but sweetheart, i wanted today to be perfect.”

“it’s already perfect,” you smiled at him and then at your daughter, “i have my perfect man, my perfect baby, and you got me flowers. what more could i ask for?”

“a perfect dinner?” satoru added sarcastically.

you shot a glare at him before grabbing his chin with your hand, positioning his face to look straight at you.

“what were you cooking anyways?”

“a prime rib roast.”

you really would’ve enjoyed that prime rib roast today, but you had to save satoru’s pride. satoru gojo couldn’t be perfect at everything.

“it’s fine, who cares about a roast!” you bluffed while letting go of his chin, “how about we get take out from sushi go?”

“not splendid sushi?” satoru asked, knowing that you liked splendid sushi, while his favorite was sushi go.

“no, we can get sushi go tonight.” you said with a smile in hopes that it would make satoru feel better, “and before i forget, sayuri and i got you something for valentine’s day.”

sayuri babbled while attempting to eat the buttons of satoru’s dress shirt. she reached for satoru face as he playfully nipped at her stubby fingers with his mouth.

you made your way back to the couch with satoru's box of kikufuku. a smile crept back on his face. he couldn’t stay mad if a box of his favorite sweets were being presented to him by an extremely captivating and beautiful woman.

“my girls went to see grandpa kiku and grandma fuku without me?” he teased, squeezing and poking at sayuri’s chubby cheeks.

“mhmm.” you laughed, “we had to make sure we didn’t forget about daddy on our mommy-daughter date.”

“speaking of forgetting… you know what mrs. itose said to me today?”

you tilted your head to the side, waiting for him to continue on with his story.

“she said whenever i buy flowers for you, i should buy some for yurs too. she mentioned that how i treat you is gonna be a guideline on how sayuri is going to expect to be treated from her significant other when she grows up.”

“well, mr. satoru gojo, it’s a good thing you take very good care of me and treat me very well.” you smiled back at him, eyes full of adoration for the love of your life—and the father of your child.

satoru added, “—and don’t forget i love you very much.”

you snuck a kiss on satoru's cheek, “i love you too, babe.”

you looked back at the flowers sitting on the dining table. mrs. itose’s work was beautiful. you have never received a subpar bouquet from her and satoru. you spotted sayuri’s baby bouquet, noticing hers exclusively had lilies.

“i like how baby girl gets a bouquet of just lilies but mine still have roses in there even though you know lilies are my favorite flower.” (read ‘lilies & roses’ here)

“it’s an inside joke for us now. it’d be weird if you didn’t have roses in your bouquet.” satoru chuckled as sayuri laid on his chest, looking up at you. you admired the sweet sight, your child and your lover both looking back at you with the same eyes you loved so much.

“so how about that take out order?” satoru asked with his fingers on the speed dial for sushi go.

“don’t forget my salmon nigiri!”

EXTRA:

“i’m exhausted,” satoru huffed as he laid down on his side of the bed, his arm covering his eyes and forehead.

he had spent the last two hours cleaning the oven from the failed prime rib dinner while you and sayuri went through her night routine. (read ‘grateful for you’ here)

“too tired for your love-making activities?” you asked curiously, wondering if the baby blue lingerie set you wore under your robe tonight was going to go to waste.

“for once in my life, i think i am.” satoru sighed.

you pouted, “that’s a shame. i bought the cutest lingerie set just for you. it has a garter and everything!”

satoru sat up, interested in what you had to say. “well, when you put it that way… how about you show me? is it see through? is it edible? does it have ease of access?”

you giggled at his silly questions. he pulled you into his lap as he starting to unravel your robe, tracing kisses along your collarbone, the sensation tickling you.

you sensed a familiar cursed energy waver. immediately, you put your hands on satoru’s chest, stopping him from his ministrations.

“what is it?” he asked impatiently as he bit at your hands.

you furrowed your eyebrows, “you don’t sense it? she’s gonna cry, daddy.”

satoru was hoping in all honestly that sayuri would self soothe and fall back asleep on her own.

you heard sayuri whimpering. her whimpering turned into a full on cry, your motherly instincts were spot on.

“oh come on, yurs…” satoru groaned.

“maybe next friday we can get a hotel room.” you laughed, knowing that megumi would be home for the weekend to babysit. (read ‘date night vs. babysitting night’ here)

you wrapped your robe around yourself again and stepped out of bed to comfort your crying baby. you carried your fussing daughter to the king sized bed that you and satoru shared, placing her right in the middle between you and the white haired sorcerer.

“you can sleep with mommy and daddy tonight.” you said softly as you patted sayuri gently, coaxing her to fall asleep again.

“nice one, yurs,” satoru chuckled. he noticed sayuri had stopped crying and fell right back asleep as soon as she laid in the bed with the two of you. “saving your innocent mommy from your monstrous daddy, huh?”

you laughed, remembering how you had asked sayuri to protect you from satoru earlier. satoru turned to face you and sayuri. the both of you watched as she breathed in and out, her tiny body relaxing and sleeping so peacefully in the presence of the two of you. your heart swelled watching her, she was the best thing to ever happen to you and satoru.

“happy valentine’s day, sayuri and mommy.” satoru whispered across his sleeping daughter.

you looked down at your baby girl before smiling back at satoru, “happy valentine’s day, sayuri and daddy.”

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[sansaorgana]

omg I literally came across your work today and it was so awesome!!!! I was wondering if you’d be comfortable writing a more dominant buck cleven with his young wife and then another one which is buck cleven meeting a young girl and their love story with the the war timeline super cute fluff.

Of course it us up to you if you want to do it. But i just wanted to say how mych i love your work and i look forward to seeing more!! ❤️😊❤️😊❤️😊

hey, love! 💐 so, I googled Buck's age and apparently he was quite young during the war. because of Austin, I thought that he was like in his 30s. but apparently he was born in 1918, so he was only like 25 in 1943. and I'm not very comfy with writing readers who are "barely legal" in age gap relationships, so I didn't focus much on reader's age here. I mean, even if she's his age, then she's still a young girl 😂

this fic takes place after the war and they are married. Buck works at some military base idk it's not really mentioned nor important lol. he's rougher here than in the previous one but not very rough either because I think he's overall a softie for his girl 🤭 Buck and reader are in a traditional marriage 🥧

when it comes to the second idea with the war timeline, it's like a multichapter fic idea and I am not in the right headspace to write something so long at the moment. I am sorry, boo 🥺

my inbox is open for blurb/short fic requests for major cleven 🤗

🔞 THIS FIC IS 18+ 🔞

Being married to Buck Cleven was a dream come true and you just wanted to make everything right. You would wake up an hour before him to put your make up on, get dressed in a cute dress and an apron, to take out the curlers out of your hair. And to prepare him a warm breakfast that would be ready when he is awake. You were helping Buck to get ready for work and then you would go grocery shopping. Then you would clean the house and cook dinner. In the meantime the dog your husband had brought from the war – Meatball – required some of your attention as well. He had to be fed and wanted to go out on a long walk once a day. He was a Husky so running around the garden was not enough for him.

It wasn't as easy to be a housewife as some women pictured it. It wasn't as peaceful and calm and relaxing. But it was worth everything. Your husband's smile and kisses on the cheek. You just wanted to make him happy. It was like you were infected with the affection because making him happy was everything that mattered. You never wanted him to complain or start looking for fun outside the house. You wanted to be his everything as much as he was yours.

And today you decided to bake him a pie. It was Friday and he had a long and stressful week. You wanted to make him a sweet and sour cherry pie to show him how much you loved and appreciated him. But everything seemed to go wrong with it. You were slow on that day and your first try was a disaster. You had to throw it away and start all over again, angry at yourself. Your cheeks and nose were stained with flour and your hands were red from the cherries' juice. You were so frustrated, you didn't notice what time it had already been.

You were so focused on kneading the dough that you didn't hear the sound of the car parking outside. Perhaps you did but you thought it was the neighbor. There was no reason why your husband would be home so early, right?

It wasn't early at all, though. It was exactly the same time when Buck would come back home every day. And he was surprised not to see you standing behind the window and waiting for him with a soft smile. It made him worry a little.

And then he walked inside the house and didn't see you in the corridor to take his jacket and give him a kiss. That was more than unusual indeed. He looked around and sighed before taking the jacket off on his own and hanging it on the wall. It didn't feel the same without your soft fingers helping him and your sweet lips asking him about his day. He missed your eyes sparkling at the sight of him, your loving smile, your lovely scent. Your warm lips on his cheek, staining it slightly with a cherry red lipstick. God, he was crazy about you.

"Baby?" he asked in a soft voice. The very first place he checked was the kitchen and there you were, working passionately on something on the counter in front of you. He was facing your back so he had no idea what it could be. "Baby?" he asked once again and you jumped a little at the sound.

Your heart pounded in your chest. You got scared by your husband's voice but you also were scared that he was back so soon. You took a quick glance at the clock on the wall and swallowed thickly. Yes, it made perfect sense that he was home already. And you didn't have the pie ready yet.

Hell, you didn't even have the dinner ready at all!

"Oh, Buck!" you sobbed and turned around. He furrowed his brows at that sudden outburst and your face stained with flour. Then he noticed your red hands.

"Is everything alright, sweetheart?" he hurried to your side and grabbed your wrists. "What's going on? Is that blood?"

"Hm? What? No, no," you sniffed. "It's cherries," you explained and he sighed with relief. "I wanted to make you a cherry pie. But I'm slow today and I ruined the first one. I wanted to make it again, I lost the track of time… I didn't prepare dinner either… Oh goodness, I am the worst wife ever. You must regret marrying me. I'm so sorry," you sobbed again and looked down, avoiding his gaze.

Buck was left speechless at this little scene. He had no idea you felt this way.

"What are you talking about, doll?" he asked carefully and tried to wipe the flour away from your cheeks but he only smudged it in the process. You looked adorable like that to him, though. He only wished you didn't cry. It was making him feel physical pain deep in his chest to see you sad like this. You were his girl and his job was to make you happy. "You're the best wife I could ever wish for. Every day I ask myself how the hell did I get so lucky."

"R-really?" you bit on your lower lip and looked up at him with wet eyes. "I'm a mess."

"We all make a mess sometimes," Buck shushed you and leaned in to place a soft kiss upon your lips. "And no one makes a prettier mess than you do, darling," he added with a smirk.

In one swift motion he lifted you up and turned around to sit you up on the empty counter. You were surprised that he rewarded your failure with a kiss but you couldn't complain. You crossed your legs behind him and put your fingers in his golden hair. You let out a sweet moan into his mouth and felt your cheeks heating up.

"I'm sorry," you whispered, ashamed of yourself. You didn't want your husband to think you were dirty or easy like any harlot.

"Oh God, what are you sorry for?" Buck seemed to be excited, though. He leaned in even closer and placed another kiss upon your lips, more heated this time. His hair was a mess now from all your tugging, his locks were falling on his forehead and tickling your face. "You have absolutely no idea how crazy you make me, baby," he whispered between one passionte kiss and another.

His big hands dropped from your waist to tug on the hems of your dress and apron. He lifted them up as much as he could as his fingers started to roam all over your stockings and the naked skin of your thighs where the straps of your stockings were. You wanted him to touch you between your legs so badly but you didn't want to say it out loud.

"You have to ask for it, baby," he teased, knowing your desires perfectly well, and you could feel your cheeks burning from embarrassment. "Be a good girl and ask for it, come on," he encouraged you.

"P-please…" you breathed out but he wasn't satisfied.

"Please? You're asking for something. Tell me what it is," he mocked you as his fingertips circled upon the hot, naked skin of your inner thigh.

"I want you to touch me."

"I am touching you, darling," he smirked and you bit on your lower lip. Why did he want you to say this out loud? Wives shouldn't say such things.

"I want you to touch me between my legs," you whispered, almost inaudibly.

"Louder," Buck commanded. He gave you a very intense and serious look that scared you a little but it also motivated you to obey him.

"Touch me between my legs. I need you there," you dared to say out loud.

"Wasn't that difficult, was it, sweet baby?" he cooed to you and you gasped at the feeling of his fingers on your wet panties. He laughed softly. "So wet already?"

"I'm sorry."

"Stop saying you're sorry. What are you sorry for?" he grabbed your cheeks with his free hand and made you look into his eyes. "The only thing you should be sorry about is how crazy you drive me."

You nodded, unsurely, and when he saw that you no longer fight him about it, he stopped squeezing your cheeks and put his long fingers inside your mouth instead. You were surprised at that but you quickly understood what he expected from you. You started to suck on them while staring intensly and lustfully into his bright blue eyes.

"God, you're a sight," he moaned and his fingers got inside your panties to rub on your heated center. Feeling his rough fingertips on your clit made a shiver run down your spine as you jumped a little on the counter. He chuckled and took his hand away. "Taste it," he removed his fingers from your mouth and placed his other hand in front of your mouth. You winced a little at the sight of how wet his fingers were, coated with your juices. "I want you to taste how sweet you are," he insisted and you opened your mouth unsurely. But the moment he put his fingers inside, you started to suck them clean. You wanted to obey your husband.

Buck's free hand focused on tearing your panties and leaving them in shreds on the floor. He had never done that before but you very much enjoyed how hungry he seemed to be for you.

"And?" he asked teasingly after removing his fingers from your mouth and wiping the drool from the corners of your mouth.

"Sweet," you agreed with him because he wouldn't accept any other answer anyway.

"Damn you are," he nodded before grabbing your hips again and pulling you closer to get better access to you. Your center was pressed to his crotch and you could feel that his trousers seemed to be too tight.

You let your hands wander to his belt to undo it while kissing him as your foreheads were pressed to each other's. The kisses were sloppy and nearly desperate as if you needed him more than air to breathe.

"Let me," Buck moved your hands away to work on his belt and you grabbed his arms instead to keep yourself steady and hold him close. Not long after you felt him between your legs, rubbing the tip on your wet and swollen clit. "Baby?" he asked to make sure.

"Go on," you nodded and dug your nails into the sleeves of his shirt at the feeling of him sliding inside. It made your eyes roll to the back of your head.

"You're such a doll," he whispered before hiding his face in the crook of your neck to suck on your sensitive skin and make you moan. Usually you tried to be quiet but it seemed like he wanted to hear you because every time you tried to keep it on the low, he would suck and tease more with his tongue, making it impossible to stay quiet. Your sounds were like a symphony to him and he wanted you to finally realize that.

"Oh, Buck," you sighed as his hips started to thrust faster. You felt him so deep that your eyes filled with tears. It was a sweet mixture of pleasure and pain that you never wanted to stop. However, your body twitched slightly as if it tried to get away from the intense, overwhelming feeling.

"Stay still when I'm trying to put a baby in you, will ya?" Buck growled into your neck and it made you feel dizzy. Your fingers dug even deeper as your back arched to feel him at a different angle. It soon became too much to handle and you felt the knot forming in your stomach. Having Buck's baby would only make you happier and even more fulfilled as his wife. It would be a dream come true to carry his son or daughter and let everyone know you were his wife. You wanted it more than anything else.

You came with a loud moan while tugging on Buck's hair. You squeezed him so tight that he came shortly after. His hips thrusted chaotically and you felt him biting your neck to muffle his own moan as your womb filled with his warm seed. You loved that feeling. It was making you feel like you were his more than anything else.

Now when the heated moment was over, you felt a bit awkward with what had just happened. You were the first one to move away carefully and fixed your hair. Buck watched you while breathing heavily with his hair ruffled and forehead covered with sweat. He put his trousers back on and worked on his belt as you tried to jump off the counter but you almost fell down in the process because your legs shaked so much. Buck caught you swiftly.

"Be careful, baby," he pulled you close to hug you and placed a kiss on your forehead.

"I need to make dinner," you explained.

"No, you don't," he shook his head. "Get dressed and we'll go to town."

"Really? I don't have to cook?" you asked, surprised.

"No. And, in fact, I think we should be going out to eat every Friday. I don't want you to spend every day in the kitchen, sweetheart," Buck rubbed your back.

"But… But I'm your wife," you tried to protest.

"Exactly," he nodded and lifted your chin up, "and I'm your husband and it's my goddamn job to look after you. And the baby," he winked.

MASTERLIST || BUCK MASTERLIST

[screeching-bunny]

for yandere general, what if their darling doesn’t follow the routine because they just don’t like it ? Like, he wants them to wake up early but they really like sleeping in and when he gets mean about it (even just saying no ) they start to cry

Yandere! General Asks 1

Warnings: Obsessive Behavior, Yandere Thoughts, Bad Writing, Stalking, Possessive Behavior, Reader is Referred as ‘You’

You hated everything about the lifestyle Yandere! General forced upon you. It was all so restricting and you barely had any say in what you wanted to do. You were almost at your breaking point. You’ve just recently gotten married to him and the rules that you were given were just so stupid in your opinion. Like why did you have to wake up so early just to please him? So you decided that instead of listening to him, you’d just sleep in. Which is exactly how your mini revolution and protest had started.

At the start, Yandere! General didn’t mind it too much. He just figured that since you recently got into married life you’re just testing the waters and will soon come to understand his routine. However, this behavior of yours over time had gotten worse and most of your behavior was seriously starting to irritate him. It was due to this that he started to become meaner and stricter with every little thing that you did. Every mistake you made was met with criticism from his behalf and a sterned look at.

In his mind this was technically his fault for not making you understand that you didn’t have a choice in this. The whole idea of rules and order were something that should be obeyed. He may have a soft spot for you but at this point into the relationship he’ll happily punish you. Things like decreasing human socialization from others, forcing you to be near his side at all times, and etc have become the norm for you. These punishments mostly involved you being near him 24/7. He holds you to a higher expectation than others so he expects only the best from you.

You are however, very resilient and no matter what he throws at you, you won’t allow him to break your spirit. Right now, you were in your shared bedroom and absolutely refused to get up. It was your precious beauty sleep and you weren’t going to let anyone stop you from having it. You were about to go deeper into dreamland until you heard a loud bang from the door which caused your body to boot up straight.

In front of you stood the tall body of Yandere! General who loomed over you. “Why are you still in bed?!” When you heard this you weren’t immediately alarmed you assumed that after a few moments he would let you off easily like all the other times. What you didn’t realize was that his face looked different today, one that looked like it would take no for an answer and wouldn’t listen to your demands.

“I’m just sleeping in.” With that response he starts to make his way out of your room and lock the door. “Since you like that room so much, let’s see how long you can spend in it!” Rushing towards the door, you try to pry it open to no avail. No worries, he’s never been away for longer than a day, he’ll be back, right? Yeah, totally not.

It’s been about a month since that incident occurred and you could not handle it. You needed some form of human interaction. He’s isolated you before but not from him! This was seriously getting to you. You were getting fed but none of the maids would even look or acknowledge you. You’d honestly kill for a conversation right now. With teary eyes, you have up and banged on the door. Tears blasting down your eyes you scream, “Yandere! General please let me out!! I’m so sorry, I promise I’ll follow the routine! Please, just let me talk to you!!”

As soon as those words were said the door immediately opened and he stepped in. His large hand whisking away your tears as they fell from your cheeks. He said with a gentle voice, “Did you learn your lesson?” You nodded your head as fast as you could. “Good, because the next time this happens I promise I won’t be as nice!” Flinching at the time of his voice you then begin to calm down. “Everything that I do is for your own good. The sooner you realize that, the better.”

With that out of the way, he brought you to his office where he forced you to sit on his lap while he did paperwork. The sound of paper being flipped over caused your eyelids to slowly fall as you began to take a nap on him. What you didn’t notice is that if you look up, you’d see the victory smirk on his face as he grinned at you. Watching you cling so tightly to him caused him to basically almost coo. Maybe he should isolate you in a room more often. It wouldn’t be so bad if you acted cute like this everyday, now wouldn’t it? With that, he gave you a small peck on the forehead and continued on with his paperwork.

Asks 2

[gurugirl]

mint chocolate chip | forever

Summary: Based on this ask - It's your birthday which means you've been with Harry for nearly a year. Harry has planned your day out from a sweet special cake to a hot bath and a soothing massage, but you never expected to see your face on the news.

A/N: sorry i'm so behind on all these requests but that's just how i roll i guess! lol As a reminder - the last update had Harry and yn going out to a restaurant where she was spotted and recognized by a patron. From this point on the story will start to change a little - we'll have a little more outside involvement as well 2.1k words

Warning: This is kidnapper!harry x reader - while the content can be sweet and seem loving, this is a dark story | smut, some angst

Mint Chocolate Chip Masterlist

Harry had the cake ordered, bought you a new necklace, as well as had the dinner he wanted to make planned. This was your first birthday with him and he wanted to make it feel special.

He hadn’t told you he’d planned anything but by the way he woke you up with his tongue at your clit you suspected this was part of your gift.

You had your fingers in his hair and his fingers were on the inside of your thighs as he held you down.

“Harry!” You lifted your head to see him with his eyes closed and his hair a mess from your hands.

When you began shaking, Harry let go of your right thigh and angled himself for enough space to pump his own cock. He could tell you were about to come and he was already leaking precome from his slit so he was right there with you.

You saw his shoulder moving as his arm stroked his heavy cock and with the feel of his mouth flicking, lapping, and sucking your clit you tipped over the edge and threw your head back into the pillow.

Your soft moans and Harry’s muffled moans, the slick sound of your pussy being licked and Harry fucking into his palm filled the space around you.

You gripped Harry’s hair tight and rolled your hips into his face and Harry was pinching into your flesh with his grip as he came in spurts onto his chest and the bed below.

When you felt your body solidify you let go of Harry’s hair and lifted your head to see him sitting back and smirking at you. His face was wet with you and his cock was covered in the come that he used as lubrication, still lazily stroking himself.

You sat up and kissed him hard and then smiled against his mouth and rubbed your nose into his.

Harry leaned his forehead to yours, “Happy birthday, puppy.”

“Is that my birthday present?” You laughed.

“Not really. I just felt like an early morning snack. But I do have plans for you today.”

Harry captured your lips into his again and brought a hand to your bottom, giving you a solid swat, but nothing like what he normally did.

You backed from the kiss as Harry began to move off the bed but you grabbed his wrist, pulling him back.

“Can I just…” you scooted to your knees and placed your face over his cock, your hand coming down to his come-covered shaft, “kiss.”

You pressed your lips over his crown and Harry moved a hand behind him, flat on the bed as propped himself upward to watch you kissing and licking the come from his softening cock. He ran his fingers into your hair and swept your strands to the side so your hair wouldn’t get come on it, and so he could watch you.

“It’s so good,” you moaned as you licked him up.

The truth was that you just enjoyed watching the way Harry reacted to you when you did things like this. You loved making his jaw drop and hearing him whine and moan. You really loved it when he was speechless. When he’d shake and you’d make him pant and throw his head back in ecstasy. So, it wasn’t that his come actually tasted good, it was more of your own little power trip disguised as a lewd act. It fed your ego to see Harry fall apart because of you. You had little power in this relationship. But you could make him drop to his knees and beg every once in a while and that felt pretty good.

So you gave yourself the gift of making Harry whimper and come again into your mouth after you worked him up so much he started to get hard again.

“Look how hard you are for me, Harry. Did I do that to you? Hm?”

It was daring of you to say that. But you felt like you might be able to get away with it on your birthday.

“Mmm, puppy… you know that’s what you do to me. Fuck baby, you make me so hard.”

You paused at his words for only a moment before continuing to suck on his tip. You hadn’t expected him to say that so easily. It was exactly what you hoped to hear but didn’t think he’d say it.

You doubled down after he said that, feeling grateful and so glad you were his. Harry bent his knees and cooed at you some more just as he began to come, “Mmm, puppy- Ffffuck! So good baby, yes…”

You closed your eyes when you felt his salty come coat your tongue and throat. You gulped him down as he released and twitched in your mouth.

Harry brought you to the bathroom where you both cleaned up and brushed your teeth.

“Pancakes with guava marmalade, fresh fruit, and coffee. Anything else your majesty?” Harry joked with you after asking you what you’d like for breakfast.

And you might not have had guava marmalade but you did have strawberry marmalade and the pancakes were fluffy and hot.

Harry had planned to just spoil you a little. He did feel bad that he didn’t take you out. The last time you went out someone recognized you and tried to intercede. Of course, you weren’t having it, and that eased Harry’s concerns. But what would you do if you came into contact with your mom or your dad?  It gave him anxiety just thinking about what could happen next time. So, staying in with you and doting on you was the safe plan.

And you really didn’t mind. You knew that the dinner outing took a lot out of him. It made you nervous too if you were honest. You had no doubts about your feelings for Harry. You weren’t disillusioned. You knew what he’d done was not good. But you were in love. Harry was the only man you could ever see yourself with. You didn’t think you’d be able to breathe without him. So an intimate birthday with Harry sounded perfect to you.

And it was perfect. Harry did so many sweet things to make your day beautiful. He had you go out into the back garden with him and read while he picked a beautiful bouquet of flowers for you. He brought you fresh squeezed lemonade with strawberries. And then served you lunch in the garden.

After lunch, he gave you a massage in the bedroom with candles and soft music and ended with him fucking you against the headboard and then a bubble bath for two.

While Harry was preparing dinner the doorbell rang. Harry told you a package would be arriving that was a surprise for you so you were not to peek.

He ran to the front door in his apron and you saw him carrying a box as he quickly walked past the living room and into the kitchen.

You smiled to yourself and turned back to look at the TV. Flipping the through the channels you stopped in shock when you saw your face on the screen.

//The young woman has been missing for just shy of a year. Today is her 19th birthday. The details surrounding her disappearance are a mystery. Her friends and family had no leads and no clues. On the day of her disappearance, she was headed on foot to meet her boyfriend at a café.  She had just celebrated her 18th birthday when she suddenly disappeared not even a week later. Her family had nearly given up hope of ever seeing her again. That is until a month ago a woman named Kathy Tillman dined at Luciano’s in Burlington and spotted Y/N with an adult male. The supposed sighting of Y/N has caused-“

You blinked your eyes in surprise and looked behind you to see Harry standing across the room, watching the TV with you. His eyes met yours and you instantly saw the sorrow and apology in his eyes.

You stayed seated and kept your eyes on him as he crossed the room toward you. Sitting down next to you he took your hands in his. The background noise of the TV felt much louder than it really was. It was surreal to see your face on the TV and to have the local news lady talking about the day your whole life changed.

You squeezed Harry’s hand as you slid one out to take the remote and mute the TV.

“You know you don’t have to worry.”

Harry looked at you with a forced smile but shook his head, “I don’t deserve your devotion.”

You took his face into your hands and made him look into your eyes, “No, but you have it. You have my love and my devotion.”

Harry pulled you into his arms and squeezed you close, his arms wrapping around your frame.

“I love you, pup. You mean everything to me.”

“I love you, Harry. You’re all I want.”

You leaned in and placed your lips over his. You wouldn’t leave him but that didn’t mean any of this would be easy. You weren’t dealing with normal circumstances. And maybe you were totally fucked in the brain but any other scenario for you didn’t seem right anymore. The only thing that seemed right was being with Harry.

You and Harry ate the dinner he made and then he had you stay at the table as he brought a big cake with 19 lit candles atop singing happy birthday to you as he walked toward the dining table.

You made a wish, which you intended to keep secret so it could come true, and blew out the candles in go. Harry watched you as you closed your eyes and blew on the candles.

“The cake is so pretty! Did you order it from Mary’s?”

Mary’s was the best bakery in town. Harry would often bring you back cupcakes or scones on his way home from running errands. You loved sweets and Mary’s always tasted so good.

“I did. It’s vanilla cream with guava compote in the center. I know you love guava.”

Then he laid a wrapped box onto the table next to you. You looked up at him with wide eyes, “Can I?” You asked as you reached for the box.

“Of course, pup. It’s your birthday. Open it up and then we’ll eat cake.”

You tore into the wrapping excitedly. Inside was a box that opened to reveal a lovely delicate necklace with a heart locket. You opened up the locket and inside was an inscription that read Forever.

You didn’t know why but tears filled your eyes as Harry helped you put the necklace on. It had been an oddly emotional day for you. It started off nicely but after seeing the news with your face on it and hearing about your sighting, well, things felt very delicate. Very fragile.

You turned in your seat to look at Harry and you pulled his hands so he was forced to bend down to you. Pressing your mouth to his you let your tears fall finally, “Harry. I love it. Forever. It’s perfect.”

Harry knelt down beside you and cupped your face in his hands, “Yeah? You really like it?”

You nodded and smiled, putting the heart between your fingers and plucking at it, “I love it.”

Harry’s smile deepened as. He looked at the locket and then back into your eyes, “Forever.”

You leaned forward to him, pushing at his nose with yours, “Forever.”

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[kinardsevan]

melbell's theory on "is it a swerve":

I have been saying for about two days that I would write out a whole through-line of my theory of what shenanigans might be happening in the writers room for 911. 

I should specify first that this theory goes based on the idea that what’s being served to us currently is an entire swerve, and that they’re following the formula they’ve done before (ala Madney, Tarlos, etc.). 

My theory ties into 807 as well. It has us not losing Tommy, but him actually being in the episode. Given that we know that it’s been said that recurring cast members will film in batches and not necessarily by week, that opens up the option for Lou to be in (at least) 807, if not more. 

I know some of what has come out in social media in the past few days references that there was a certain lineup for the way B/T was viewed through 8a, and how it would culminate in the discussion of moving in together, referencing lore to Tommy’s past, possibly his father, etc. 

My thing is that, at the end of the day as a creative, all I’m trying to do is follow the breadcrumbs we’ve been fed for the past 12 episodes of this show. Because of that, the points of note within those breadcrumbs are: 

7x09: “Tommy’s good people. He’s good for you.” 

7x10: “My dad and I don’t really talk…Having Gerrard was like having the father I already had.” 

8x05: “people are what make life worth living”; “my boyfriend”; “It’s a beautiful thing, isn’t it? having a crew like this behind you, even when things go wrong” "especially when things go wrong"

8x06: “Do you love him” (entire speech) 

Now obviously, coming out of season 7, this show knew they wanted Lou back, but they didn’t know what his schedule was going to look like or whether the character would pan out, how the general audience would continue to tune in, etc. However, they did lay down enough crumbs that they could pick up and continue to move forward with. They gave themselves the ability to tell a story with Tommy’s lore around his father, along with what they ultimately chose to do with Abby (which a lot of fans were talking about early on in the summer as it was). 

Now, we’ve learned things since I first formulated this theory. We know that there’s a discussion about Buck having a “pendulum” reaction to the breakup and how to deal with it. We know that he’s going to throw himself into other things to cope. We know that there’s mention of “cracks starting to show” in reference to how he deals with the breakup. we also have mention in one of the articles about the possibility of them working a scene (as in accident, fire, etc) and things being awkward. 

based on all of that prior information, (along with Josh’s speech in 806), when I saw the preview for 807, I was very quickly one of the people who was like “this is being done for angst. this is not the end of BuckTommy”. 

My theory actually ties into (if we loved each other once) could we love each other twice, my latest fic. We don’t have any close-up shots of the person on the crane in the episode. We have the PA (or whoever he is) telling Bobby “there was an incident during filming, he fell and passed out”. Within the confines of me feeling like what’s happening is all a swerve on us, that line might not be entirely complete.  I’ve theorized that the 217 is already on scene, and Tommy is the man hanging on the crane. 

Why, you ask? 

When is the last time we saw someone hanging from a crane? (Buck, lightning strike, if you’re playing the long game, kids). Why bring that back if it’s not intended to be paralleled in some way, the very way they have been doing with this couple from the jump? 

We also have the voiceover of who we (aka as me and the two people I’ve actually written this all out for) assume is Oliver/Buck yelling “no no no no no!” in a panicked tone. For me, when I follow that line of logic (through 806 forward), things feel really clear. 

Now I hadn’t considered the idea that they might actually kill Tommy off until today, but let’s go with the idea that they’re not. Everything that we’ve been given from 710 on starts fill in a really beautiful plot going into the midseason finale for these two. 

Tommy is hurt. If the lightning strike is mirrored as I assume it is, the scene in reference will happen right about the end of 807. 808 will likely be some kind of other story (on purpose). I don’t think at this rate, we’ll actually ever get a Tommy Begins, but the title of Sob Stories really feels compelling to me on how they could do a version of this. Or a version of Tommy seeing what Buck’s life would be like without him, or any other version you want to think up. 

You suddenly get all of these breadcrumbs lined up really nicely into these episode. 

-Tommy’s dad can be presented to us. This also presents an opportunity to explain why Tommy feels unworthy/scared/etc of moving forward with Buck. 

-“people make life worth living”; “especially when things go wrong”. This would be something going very wrong. this would present them with an opportunity to give the payoff that we’ve wanted to see Tommy receive since 710, being accepted into the family he has always felt outside of. 

-“do you love him”. I think part of the break-up storywise being important for Buck is that it requires him to really dignify how he feels about Tommy. Another thing that this theory does is put them in a positon to really face the issue of remembering that life is not permanent. They can very much so end up without one another. And yes, shit already sucks being apart because Tommy broke up with him. But this brings to light the idea that, not only could they just be broken up, but that one of them could die and not have had whatever time they have left (especially given their career of choice) with one another. I think if you really lean into the parallel of the coma dream for Buck, it gives Tommy prime opportunity to learn why he’s afraid. Whether this is done in the form of a coma dream like buck, or like TK’s was with his mom (that feels more accurate for me with Tommy, meeting his mom, etc). 

—I’ll also include the aside of Gerrard being around could also be an interesting addition to the story. 

I can even see this feeding into whatever issue Buck runs into with Eddie in the coming weeks, whether it’s him still being upset with Tommy over the break up and Eddie saying Buck doesn’t have the full story, or Eddie thinking that Buck is giving in too easily after seeing him hurt. (Or that could be none of all of this). 

As for the interviews that are concerning, I do have somewhat of an answer to that too. 

I feel like on some level, Lou had to know that the fangirlish one was with someone who is fully behind Buddie and knew about the crap he’d been through. That interview didn’t have clear cut answers quite yet, and that one has me with this answer: nothing of what he said would necessarily be a lie.

He’s working on SWAT right now. Actors always have opportunities in front of them. He may have things that could affect how 8b goes, regardless. I have questioned whether he went into that interview with the discussion with the powers that be basically being like “don’t lie. but you can have fun with it, too.” 

In terms of the others, I haven’t read every single article out there, but I know we hold a general lack of understanding about the fact that the “exit interviews” just feel weirdly un-exit like. I’ve read millions of them at this point due to Greys Anatomy. And as it’s been said, you never see people asked about coming back; in fact you usually get a lot of "what's next" instead. We don’t get a whole lot of clarity of what’s happening with Buck next, beyond “new hobbies” “family time” “dealing”. 

That all said… I don’t know. I know the theory has legs, even though it takes shots from the articles we’ve been given. I started out with a lot of hope weighing into this theory. Now I’m not as certain. But I am someone who holding out hope that some version of a swerve is happening and it was just written really fucking poorly (and at the worst possible time known to queer men and women).

You’re welcome to share with me your thoughts. I’m open to polite discourse. 

[emmy-dekarios-bg3]

Heart of the Weave - chapter 56

A couple weeks passed by and during that time, I met up with Jaheira for some breakfast and a coffee, went shopping for new attire, and went to the circus for some entertainment.

As I’m waking up comfortably in our bed, I look down at my belly and see it rounding out, smiling at the sight. I’m surprised to see myself with a bump already. This early? How is that even possible? Does immortality have anything to do with this? I turn to my left and see Gale asleep with our baby girl curled up in his arms, who is also very much asleep. When did he bring her in bed with us? Regardless, I absolutely adore watching them sleep comfortably. I sneak my way out of bed to avoid waking either of them up, and notice Karlach in the middle of the room eating a bowl of hot oatmeal.

“Oh hey soldier,” she whispers, a wide smile growing upon her face as she shoves the food in her mouth. Her eyes basically roll to the back of her head as she savors the taste. Today is the baby's appointment to check on baby Ravengard – just bloodwork and using druidic magic to get a sense of how the baby is. I’m not sure how that works, but I can’t wait to see what it entails! “I was too excited about the appointment today, so here I am, up and early as hell.”

“You’re always up super early though,” I tease, sitting down next to her and preparing myself a bowl as well. “I can’t wait either. I’m already showing and I’m honestly surprised!”

“They say if you’ve gone through pregnancy before, you show earlier the next round. What do I know, though? Okay, Gale may have lended me some tomes on how this whole thing works.” For some reason, that made my heart race; Gale bought baby books? He actually read them and prepared for Jenevelle before she was born? While I’m not surprised, I love knowing that actually happened. Karlach looks down at my exposed belly; I am wearing a sleeveless silky white pajama shirt and have it lifted up for her to see. “GAH. You have no idea how happy this makes me. I do feel it’s pretty early for you to show though.”

I hear cries from Jenevelle as she wakes up, which then wakes up Gale and Wyll shortly after. I rushed over with swift feet to pick her up, stumbling over my own feet on my way there in the process, and I proceed to get her changed and fed for the morning ahead of us, dressing her in the cutest pink onesie that was handmade by Gale’s mother.

“There’s my two girls,” Gale utters quietly in my ear from behind as he approaches me, his hands touching my waist. “Good morning, my love. I’m surprised you’re awake before me, that never happens.” He’s right: why am I up so early after all? I turn my head to face him, pursing my lips as a request for a kiss. He smiles and does so immediately, then reaches down for our daughter, who is happily kicking her legs.

“I was surprised to see her in bed with us this morning. Was I really so heavily asleep that I had no idea she was in bed with us?” Before Gale could answer, Karlach lets out a loud laugh interrupting his thoughts.

“Girl! You were so conked out, I dropped a glass of wine and it shattered, which…did end up waking Jenevelle, scaring her to death, but you slept through all of it. A lion could’ve been in the room with us ripping someone to shreds and you’d sleep through it. I have no doubt.”

“That’s a bit dramatic, but it does seem that pregnancy is causing me major exhaustion, and I’m not a fan. I sure didn’t miss that. At least I can’t get nauseous or throw up anymore. And no pain. This one is so much more tolerable than the one I had with Jenevelle.” I sit back down by Karlach and finish my breakfast. “Gale, my love, do you want some?”

“No thank you, dearest. I’ll grab a scone and a coffee on our way to the druid’s place. A freshly baked blueberry scone is calling my name today. I love Waterdeep but my Gods, Baldur’s Gate does have the best bakeries in Faerȗn.” He has a point. Back in my childhood days, I’d walk down the road with my grandmother to one of the finest bakeries in the whole city. Unfortunately, it got destroyed when the whole ‘Absolute’ bullshit was taking over the world. The owner is no longer alive either, sad to say. There are other delicious bakeries and markets though. I notice Wyll getting up and stretching, then proceeds to sit down next to Karlach and kiss the side of her head.

“What in the hells are you doing up so early, my heart? I figured you’d be tired after being up so late last night,” he mutters, yet has a smile on his face. He reminds me of Gale — always happy to see the love of his life. Karlach and I both got so lucky.

“Oh! Hey you! Ah, yeah, you know I’m up and at ‘em just right before the sun comes up. Plus I got hot and needed a cool bath.” Gale and I both exchange glances and smile, knowing she’s just overly excited about the appointment today.

After we grab Gale a scone and a hot cup of coffee from the bakery next door, we make our way to the Upper City once more for our lovely visit with Jasik. The clouds are coming in above as if it’s going to storm today, so hopefully the appointment is quick so we can make it back before the rain comes pouring down. I have an unfamiliar feeling rise inside me, and I know for a fact it’s intuitive, but for what? I try not to let it bother me and fight off any expression that might concern the others. We step inside and Jasik is standing at the front behind the mahogany desk, as if he was waiting for us.

“Ah! You four! I wasn’t sure if you’d show up today or tomorrow.” He puts down his mug of coffee and stands up eagerly, ready to lead us back to the room. He ties back his long, wavy ginger hair and guides us to the back room. His brother, however, doesn’t appear to be in sight at the moment. “Let’s check up on the little one, shall we?”

We follow him to the back room and we all sit down, anxious and thrilled about what’s to come. I stare at the glass container on the table with the liquid he used to test for pregnancy. It also detects illness or anything else unusual depending on the color the blood gives it. There’s another container next to it with the same liquid. I wonder why there’s two?

“So, hear me out. Emmy, I’m going to draw your blood again. Make sure baby is still viable and alive. Karlach, I… I am also going to draw your blood. Don’t panic, I just have a certain instinct something is going on and I need to make sure all is well.”

“Wait, what do you suspect is wrong?” Wyll asks. “She doesn’t seem to be giving off any signs of issues. At least not to me.”

“Look…I’ll be honest. I am a Druid and cleric. Spiritually, something is telling me to check on Karlach. I just need to prick her finger and test. Karlach? Is this alright?” I look over at her, noticing sheer panic growing on her face, though she’s trying to stay calm.

“Yeah, do what you need to do.”

“First, I’ll draw Emmy’s blood, then yours. After the blood is dripped into both containers, I’m going to cast my magic to gain entry into the womb, to see how the baby is doing. Are you ladies ready?” Karlach and I exchange glances, then shift our eyes back to Jasik, who seems to know exactly what he’s doing, which is comforting. He sticks the needle in my finger, drawing just two droplets of blood, and sticks it in the right container. He does the same with Karlach, dropping the blood in the left container. Both have a piece of paper underneath with our names written on them so they don’t get mixed up. I feel Gale’s hand rub my upper back as he holds Jenevelle in his left arm.

“Easy as one, two, buckle my shoe,” Karlach comments as she takes a deep breath and closes her eyes. “Now to check on the baby, yes?” All eyes are on me as I sit back calmly in the comfortable wooden chair (no seriously, why is it so comfortable?) and a golden aura is released from Jasik’s body as he takes a peek into the womb. Guidance, perhaps? His eyes close, getting a deep and vivid visual of the womb. After a few moments, his eyes shoot open, staring right at me in shock, which suddenly concerns me.

“What? What is it?” I inquire, feeling my hands tremble as I sit here anxiously, wondering why in the hells he’s looking at me like that. I can feel my heart sink to the trenches of my stomach as I await the words he’s about to say out loud. Gale holds my hand, squeezing it as I sit here impatiently.

“Baby is alive and well, don’t you worry. But… Emmy, the baby is a half-elf like you. And you are further along than what we thought. The baby is Gale’s. Karlach, Wyll… I’m so sorry to say that the surrogacy did not take.”

Thump-thump. Thump-thump. All I can hear right now is the beating of my racing heart, a look of pure horror is painted across my face I’m sure. It feels so tight and frozen as I sit here trying to process the words that just escaped his lips.

“How can this…how can this be?” Gale asks, his voice echoing and loud from the news presented to us. “Don’t answer that. I’m just in an unbelievably ridiculous amount of shock. But… Jasik! Why in the hells couldn’t you look into her womb before we got started on this process?! You do realize the heartache our friends are going to have to deal with because of that, right?”

“Wh-what?” Karlach’s voice begins to crack from the devastation, but she stands up without saying another word, bolting out of the room. Understandably so, of course. I don’t want to fully blame Jasik, but if we had known he could check in the womb like he just did, we would have kindly asked him to do so when we first arrived. And since when is he a cleric?! I thought he was just a Druid.

Wyll follows his wife into the lobby, completely speechless at the horrible news presented to all of us.

“I’m really…sorry. I’m so sorry. Emmy, Gale, I should have done this in the beginning and you’re right. I’m sorry. And it is for sure Gale’s baby. The other fertilized egg, obviously, didn’t take.” He turns around to face both containers that contain our droplets of blood, the liquid in both turning purple — including Karlach’s. Oh my Gods. Karlach is pregnant after all. Jasik gasps and practically jumps out of his chair from excitement. “Wait! Wait!” He bolts out of the room to chase after Karlach and Wyll, leaving Gale and I in the room alone. Okay, so maybe a miracle is waiting for them after all. I can most certainly say I didn’t expect any of this to happen, and I am unsure of which emotion I’m feeling right now.

“So…we’re having another baby, huh?” Gale seems horrified, but I can sense he’s somewhat excited. But why? Our plan was to adopt if we were to have another, so we could have a baby that will grow. “I can most certainly say I didn’t expect that. Though I feel weird, as if I predicted this would happen, judging by our talk we had at dinner awhile ago.”

“WHAT?!” Karlach’s voice can be heard from down the hall, and I can just tell she’s over the moon. I hear her footsteps thumping across the wooden floors as she approaches us. “EMMY! GALE!” I immediately stand up as she dashes into the room, her arms wide open to pull me into an embrace. Wyll follows her into the room shortly after, flashing a smile and dried tears on his cheekbones.

“I heard. Oh Karlach… I’m so happy. This started off as a bad time, but look… I can’t begin to explain how thrilled I am to see this news.”

“For almost two years, we tried on our own. We didn’t think it was possible. I — I’m still speechless. I had a drink last night, I hope that doesn’t effect anything.” I chuckle and take a deep breath, lowkey panicking about my situation but I’m more happy for my best friend than anything.

“You should be fine, but do not do it again,” I respond, still in her warm embrace. Shortly after, Karlach and Wyll are taken back to the lobby so Jasik can speak with Gale and I privately about my pregnancy.

“I am sorry about all of that. That was a mistake on my part, and it wasn’t intentional.”

“It’s alright and I apologize for snapping at you like I did. It was definitely out of character for me, I was just in shock. No excuse for it,” Gale responds, bouncing our fussy baby girl in his arms. I take her from him and hold her close, placing a pacifier in her mouth; we call it her pinkie. “What news do you have for us?”

“Well, baby should be healthy and is looking great so far. However, with you both being immortal, your pregnancy will slow down and drag out toward the end. We will have to take a long, hard look at the baby every tenday to ensure everything will be alright. The baby will stop growing at a certain point, but it will be shortly after he or she is born.” It’s an absolute miracle this man knows what he’s talking about, and I’m thankful we found him. I wonder how he came across all this helpful information? He did say he is immortal himself, so maybe years of study and experience helped.

“Another immortal baby unable to age… I didn’t think it was possible,” I murmur, fighting tears in my eyes. Maybe life will surprise us somehow. If not, that’s alright too, it will just take a long time for me to accept it. So, I’m definitely further along than I expected, which explains why I had very weird symptoms before we even came to Baldur’s Gate that I didn’t realize I had at the time…until now. I’m not going to stress about it and surely I’ll eventually get excited, just not right now.

“I still want you to come by every few days so we can keep tabs on the little one. Hells, even bring Karlach with you. Two for one visit,” he says confidently with a smile. “Thank you for continuing to put your trust in me.”

There’s a lot Gale and I will probably end up discussing regarding this, but for now, we are just needing to take a breather and maybe a nice long stroll around the city. That might help. We leave the Druid’s and begin to head back to Elfsong, where I’m mostly silent the entire walk — and I can tell it concerns everyone.

“Emmy? How are you holding up?” Wyll asks, his hand holding Karlach’s. “Is everything okay?”

“I just didn’t expect this. I’m in shock, and I feel like I failed both of you.”

“It wasn’t your fault. I promise, all is good, and we’re still getting our wish. Please don’t blame yourself. Besides, I’m still a bit flustered at Jasik for not doing what he did at the beginning of it all. Curse having a good heart though, I forgive the man.”

“I’m just worried. Worried I won’t give Jenevelle the attention she needs. I was always worried about having another because I can’t imagine loving another child other than Jenevelle.” I hold my daughter close, who is snoozing quietly against my chest. “I’d be more excited if the baby could age, if we’re being honest.”

“My love, we’ve got this and I’ve got you,” Gale chimes in, his voice sweet and reassuring. “Besides, maybe after watching Karlach grow with their little one, you might get excited. Who knows? Experiencing the miracle of life with your best friend could help ease your mind. Trust me, I’m trying to adjust to the thought too. I didn’t even think it was possible. If I knew…we definitely would have been more careful.” He’s right — it’s not the end of the world. It just took me by complete surprise, and I’m sure it will take some adjusting, but in the end, it will all be alright.

“Say, Emmy. Why don’t we stop by your mum’s house and reveal the news? I’m sure she will be thrilled!” Karlach suggests with an enthusiastic tone. I just realized I never told her what actually went down at her house recently. Gale and I exchange worried looks as silence fills the air. “Oh no, what happened?”

“I didn’t want you to freak out so I waited to tell you this, but… Gortash is somehow alive again, and I can’t figure out why. Or how. My mother told me but part of me doesn’t believe her. Anyway…put the two and two together…” I just know deep inside my heart that Karlach won’t take this news well; I certainly didn’t. I have to be reminded that I killed my own father each time I make my way into the Upper City now, and I hate it. His renewed existence brings me memories I don’t want to relive.

“Wait, are you saying…? Gortash and your mother are…? Whoa. WHOA!” Karlach leans her head back and exhales, and I can tell she just isn’t having it. “Tell me everything.”

“They’re both trying to make it right with me. Apparently he worships Sêlune now, and she saw ‘potential’ that he would no longer serve Bane, and gave him another chance. Surely if a goddess actually shifts him away from a horrible God, then…?”

“While I enjoy you not wanting to make any sort of amends with that horrible man, I do want to mention that Bane has been completely banished from existence. According to Withers anyway.”

“How do you know this?”

“We may have had a nice talk recently over a cup of coffee. But, erm… Do you want to speak with your mother?”

“How do I know she’s not brainwashed?” I question as I stand here, trying to figure out what to do. Good lord, so much is happening right now and my brain can’t fully process it all. Should I give my mother another chance, or just wait and see what happens? Karlach stands there with a blank expression on her face, realizing I made a valid point. “If I ever forgive that man, he is being supervised at all times.”

We head back to the Tavern for a brief period of time so Jenevelle can eat, be changed, and take a small nap before heading back into the city for a nice lunch. I could use the distractions, but it will also be nice to explore the city and discover new places to eat at. Here’s to a new adventure in our lives.

[darklydeliciousdesires]

The Dream - Chapter Two.

Alright, my lovelies, since this chapter is very short, and in an effort to get the ball rolling on this story a little more, I thought I would treat you to the seldom seen double update today! Yes, you get chapter two AND chapter three! Also, I’m going to do a combined note count for the unlock, so when both chapters add up to 40 notes, chapter four comes on Monday. I hope this makes you happy! Thanks so much to those of you who are engaging in it, too :) 

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For seven consecutive days, Angel had experienced a dream featuring the mystery girl, and in each and every one he tried his hardest to harness some kind of power to be able to control it, to speak words of his own decision, anything that didn't feel like it had been pre-programmed by his imagination.  

It was confusing to him, for she felt like no mere figment, something about her seemed too real for her to have been fabricated by his own mind. He couldn't explain it, but it almost felt like he was leaving his own body each night and ending up in a different scenario with her on some other plane of existence, insane as that was.

On Monday, he dreamed he was strolling along a beach and saw her walking across the ocean itself, reaching him and as usual falling into a passionate kiss. He’d stared down at her, trying to ask why she kept invading his dreams, who she was, searching for answers. No words came, though, feeling the tug of waking beginning to yank at him. As he'd felt himself being pulled from the dream, he'd held her arms tight as if he was trying to pull her out of it with him, but she'd slipped from his grasp, and he'd awoken with a start, his heart thundering in his chest.

On Tuesday, he dreamed of being back at the house with the party going on inside it again, waiting outside for her to exit the glass door and approach, just as she had before. Once again, he tried to control the dream to his advantage but failed, with them kissing again and him waking up, becoming very frustrated and a little freaked out by it all. Why did he keep dreaming of someone he didn't know? Why was his mind making her up and parading her in front of him in different scenarios each night? Why did she feel so familiar to him? And why – apart from the fact she was very pretty – did he feel so drawn to her?

By the early hours of Thursday morning, he was fed up. Fed up with continually waking through the night, annoyed at not being able to decipher why she kept appearing, and frustrated that he had no clue over who the hell she was either. He never thought something as simple as a dream would ever throw him through loops so badly, but they really were beginning to bother him.

“You have Uncle Fester sized bags under your eyes. Good night, was it, with whoever you took home?” EZ asked him as they took a break from hauling metal around the yard.  

Angel muttered, picking up an old bumper and throwing it cleanly into the tangle of old automobile parts to his right. “Yeah, I wish it was from getting laid.” He chewed the inside of his cheek, noticing his brother looking expectant. “I keep having these reoccurring dreams, well, kinda like that. Dreams of this girl, and...”

“Waking up with damp boxers?” EZ’s interjection earned him a glare.

“You’ll shut your goddamned mouth.”

He laughed hard, wiping sweat from his brow on the back of his arm. “So, who’s the girl? Someone you wanna bang but ain’t letting you near?”

“That’s the thing,” Angel began as they began to walk back over to the clubhouse, in search of coffee and a quick break. “I don’t have a damned clue who she is. I ain’t ever seen the chick before, but night after night, boom. There she is. And it isn't like a normal dream in the sense where everything's a bit fuzzy and shit, it's crystal clear, except I have no conscious control over it. It's bugging me. I even lay there last night reading about reoccurring dreams, trying to make sense of why my brain is fucking with me.”

“You been taking mushrooms?”

“Hell no, I hate that shit.”

“Smoking Coco’s crazy weed?”

Angel snorted. “Not after last time. I swear, it’s soaked in something nasty.”

Reaching the doors, they walked through, EZ walking to where a coffee pot sat bubbling behind the bar, pouring out two cups. “Well, I have no idea why this is happening if you’re not actually causing it by tripping your balls off, but maybe I can help you with being able to control it, when you’re actually dreaming.” Handing over the mug, he walked back around the bar, sipping the strong brew as he took a seat beside his brother. “Have you ever heard of, or did your internet search bring up anything about lucid dreaming?”

Angel half shrugged. “Nah, I don’t think so. What is it?”

“It's a technique that if you manage to master it, it lets you have some kind of power over your actions when you're dreaming. But I gotta say, it's pretty bizarre, having a dream about the same person over and over without actually knowing who they are. Is the dream itself the same?”

“Sometimes it has been, but mostly, I see her in different settings. It’s fucking bugging the shit out of me,” he frowned, EZ nodding.

“That’s twice you’ve said that.”

“Yeah, well I don’t dream of shit like this!” Angel’s eyes were wide, his tone exasperated. “Fuckin’ weird shit I have no idea over, or bikini models usually. It’s pretty standard with me.”

EZ was entertained. “A simple man of simple dreams.”  

Angel began muttering into his coffee, his brow furrowing. “I knew I shouldn’t have said anything.”

“So, what you're saying is that you wanna find out why you keep dreaming about her? And in finding out how to control your dreams you think you might achieve this? Or is it just because you wanna control the power of a boner and bang the shit out of her unconsciously?” EZ asked, making Angel scowl slightly.

“All I wanna do is find out why the same little brunette chick keeps visiting me in my sleep. End of. If I want sex, I can go out there and easily get the real fucking thing. bro.” He made a good point. If his brother was anything at all, it was most definitely popular with women.

“Well, I guess you have some reading to do. Either that or I need to book you in to visit a shrink.” Just then, the door opened to reveal a welcome distraction.  

“Will you take your husband the fuck away from me?” Angel cried, pointing at his brother as Sharise approached, shaking her head full of soft, beaded braids.

“Are you being a beast?” she cooed, arriving to kiss him, opening her arms to hug Angel as well.

EZ raised an eyebrow, stroking her arm. “When am I not?” He looked thoroughly pleased with himself before continuing. “Anyway, what do you want?”

“Oh, oh that’s nice!” Sharise snorted. “No hello honey, nice to see you, just what do you want? Hmph.” Her face was full of tease as she tilted her head back, slowly raising her middle finger at him. “I accidentally locked myself out, so I need your keys, baby.”

He reached into his kutte, taking them out. “Fucking useless.”

“I’ll remember that later, when you want your dick sucked.” While they fell into their usual banter, Angel pulled out his phone and began searching websites about the lucid dreaming thing EZ had mentioned, beginning to read about the technique.  

The page detailed that it varied from person to person, how it worked, but began by stating awareness had to be harnessed, something called reality testing, to make the unconscious mind consciously process whether it was awake or asleep. He then read methods to do that, like checking a clock, which in a dream state would change considerably, but in reality, would barely move at all. He snorted softly, thinking to himself that he knew when he was dreaming, because the girl was there when he did. It wasn’t a problem deciphering between awake and asleep, it was the lack of control he experienced while in the dream that he needed to get to grips with.

“Lucid dreaming, huh?” Sharise’s voice roused him from his state of concentration, peering around to see what he was reading so avidly. “We watched a movie about that a while back. Oh, fuck. What was it called? It had that British guy in it, the one in The Hobbit films, oh...” She clicked her fingers, circling her hand rapidly as she attempted to recall his name. “Martin Freeman, and it was called...”  

“You seriously need to cut down your weed consumption,” EZ couldn’t help but tease. “It was called The Good Night.”

“Yes!” she cried, frowning slightly. “Don’t you weed shame me, either. It’s my culture, and I’m an insomniac.”

EZ snorted. “Sharise, your dad is Rastafarian. You’re an atheist.”  

“And you’re sleeping on the couch tonight!” She turned, tossing her braids over her shoulder as she walked towards the door. “Still love you, though.”

“Love you more.” Angel thought it was sweet, the way they bickered back and forth at one another constantly, always bantering, but the love they had for each other was huge. She was the best thing that had ever happened to EZ. Going back to his phone, he continued to read while EZ took a call, heading outside of the clubhouse.  

The page before him advised that once the dreamer knew they were in fact within a dream state, everything done to try and exert control should be gentle, picturing, or even speaking what they wanted to change, but not to be too forceful with those demands, or they would risk waking themselves up. The author of the piece said that simply focusing on that, and saying, for example, ‘I want to be able to fly’ usually did the trick, but it took a lot of practice, to be able to control the self.  

One page in and already, Angel felt a headache coming on. That night, though, when he finally reached his bed at 2am, he put what he’d read into practice.

The coldness of the open mountain range was so realistic to him, Angel had to wonder if he really was dreaming for a few seconds, and after remembering something he had read about deterring dreams from reality on the page he’d studied, he pinched his nose and closed his mouth, finding he was still able to breathe. It was an old test, apparently, to deter whether you were really asleep or awake.  

Once he had deterred it was a dream, he began to walk forwards, hoping the black clad figure in the distance was the girl again, willing himself to practice saying something to her, yet it was just barely understandable jargon that came from his mouth when he did.

“Focus... focus,” he thought to himself. “I want to control what I say to her.” He tried again, but still, nothing resembling words came out, his vision going a little foggy. “Keep calm, or you’ll wake yourself up.” That part worked, Angel continuing to walk through the snow, trying out another technique he’d read. “There’s a bottle cap in my hand. It’s blue.”  

Opening his hand, he looked down to see the small, blue bottle cap, the serrated edge rough against his palm as he closed it again, putting it into the pocket of the long, black wool coat he had on.  

“Speak to her, speak to her. Ask her what her name is, ask her who she is.” he thought over and over, trying not to overdo it and wake himself up. As they reached each other, he noticed she was shivering uncontrollably, taking his coat and wrapping it around her, her trembles subsiding as she was warmed against his body heat.  

“I’m glad you’re here, I was starting to freeze.” she spoke, reaching for him, pulling him down to her level. Once again, they fell into a kiss that he had no control over, one he let happen for a few seconds before pulling away, repeating the little mantra in his head until he felt in control, opening his mouth to speak.

“Who are you?” Finally! He had a success in asking her something of his own volition. He felt such triumph at being able to ask her something coherently, though, that it excited him to the point of distraction. Instantly, he woke up.

“Damnit!” he fumed, turning over and muttering as he closed his eyes and hoped that he'd be able to get back to sleep and pick up where the dream left off. No such luck. If Angel Reyes was anything, though, it was persistent.  

[apthotiosis]

heyyy i see people offering you etoiles thoughts and unfortunately i don't have any that others haven't already said but i DO have Phil thoughts that i think you might appreciate ;3;

today i am thinking about how easily phil suffocates when there's nothing to do. it's not that he thrives under pressure, exactly, he definitely suffers when he's too stressed or chronically in danger, but he's built to Do something. he finds a problem and he observes and he tries to solve it: searching for Federation bases and the end of the train tracks, building Uppies in case his eggs need to hide, throwing himself into purgatory strategies. (in hc!Phil who's not constantly in danger we see him pushing himself with new and ever-growing projects mhm?)

and then when he can't do anything to Solve the problem he still has to Do something yknow? I don't think he ever expected results from lavacasting Fed headquarters, but he couldn't just sit there. He checked the anomalies for messages from his eggs obsessively even though it didn't get him anywhere any faster. He does dungeons with Etoiles to distract himself while the eggs are gone.

I think that's why the birdhouse/early EK stuff got to him so badly--he couldn't do Anything, he was only the object of other entities' actions. He starts to doubt his own convictions and agency after the birdhouse and he's a shell of himself.

anyway i'm also thinking about this because i think it's why i've found that Phil absolutely does not thrive when i put him in a modern AU. he is Not designed to have problems in a society where he has so little ability to control his environment. he has to be able to become a supervillain about it or have the weirdest hobbies imaginable otherwise he somehow gets even more anxious/depressed/neurotic than on regular QSMP. i put him in the suburbs and he starts chewing his own leg off like a fox in a trap.

thank you for coming to my ted talk i hope it was worth it but at the end of the day i just needed to say the words and thought you were most likely to enjoy them

*chant* sprout sprout sprout sprout !!!! banger of a ted talk ! i enjoyed it so very much (*¯︶¯*) phil thoughts are always just as welcome as etoiles thoughts . any and all thoughts r welcome @u@ im just not used to getting them direct to my inbox lmao

espeeecially with hc phil now going for the deep dark but making a massive project in itself , having his huge escape route (tho he did finish if sooner than he thought which , nice , but also sir , you can just set up in the cavern and have an escape tunnel down there.. but noooooo he had to bore his way to the surface -_-) . has to do something has to get the energy out , before during or after the stressful shit . the egg portraits near capitalist spawn ! r also a great example ! of stress but nowhere to put ! fuck it make Egg in protest

the birdhouse thoughts especially hurt ;-; can do nothing but eat gapples and punch walls . or tweet like a cute little burd and hope the feds let him out..

modern au phil ohhhh ! supervillain is a v cute imagine ! i always think of him in a modern au as a remote/shut in potato farmer with no internet and he has someone who Takes his potatoes to the market , he rarely goes himself . (do not ask me abt my reserve fitpac au bc it overlaps w my etoilesza farmer au and i . cant . start another story rn augh) but aaa !!! i ramble - absolutely out-there artisan phil ? love it . mb renaissance crafts phil . old ass printin press , mb forging ? but he 'got into it before it god trendy' ? leatherwork but he refuses to do like necklace thonging n shit , only makes pieces for obscure like , old farm tools or smth ! or tool handle wrapping , belt sheaths/tool belts . omg . hmhm so many options . never put him in the suburbs . goodness me . this man wil dig a tunnel system under the sewers just so he can do kickflips in peace

sprout u always make me pop off lmao ;3; thank you for the msg i loved it , i lov phil thoughts always

[3mutantsinatrenchcoat]

Pspspsppsps you should- you should write uhhhh Three being the baby ever :) just like - his life at the house

In the depths of the upstairs of the house, in the upstairs there stood Three in the hall, a water gun held to the air, and inside the room is Eugene, holding a spray bottle. Between the two at the door frame was a baby gate, the bane of Three's tiny existence.

Three turns the gun to the side, a hand in his dino onesie pocket. "put it down fire man!"

"Hell naw!" Eugene holds up the spray bottle. "You put it down!"

Three shakes his head and holds the water gun up a little higher "don't make me!"

Eugene takes a step closer "you wouldn't dare" he sputters as he gets water to the face. "oh you little-"

Three shrieks and takes off as Eugene clears the baby gate, chasing him down the hall towards the stairs which was also baby gated for Three's safety. Mainly because he can't learn not to run off the second floor onto the staircase-

Three scrambles, darting from wall to wall trying to dodge Eugene as he dove for him, hitting the ground with a thump as he swats at the back of three's onesie. "Get back here!" Eugene climbs to his feet and chases three in a circle before tripping as Three turns around, stumbling and grabbing onto the back of three's hood,falling head first into the baby gate, the baby gate gives way to Eugene's weight sending the two down the stairs with screams.

Eugene slips off the gate and tumbles as Three holds on, shouting with each stair it hits before it hits the floor with a loud chatter and skids across the floor into the wall with a loud bam.

Eugene groans and rolls over as he hits the bottom of the stairs, wincing in pain before looking up at Mama Saturn who crosses her arms, worry was there but also aggravation. "What did I say about rough housing!"

Eugene groans and mumbles. "Not to do it-" he covers his eyes with his arms.

Three slowly stands up, his legs shaking as he takes a few steps and covers his snout, as if he could puke.

Saturn sighs and goes over and scoops him up, plopping him down on Eugene who lurches up slightly as if Three was heavy. "Go back upstairs."

Eugene sighs and gets up with three, walking over and grabbing the baby gate by the bars before he trudges up the steps, mumbling curses towards Three who flips him off.

Around an hour later Eugene is on his bed, scrolling through his phone, Three laying on his arm with his face buried in the crook of his neck, bundled like a cat. His flames flickering in time to Eugene's heart beat as he buries himself further against him.

Eugene huffs softly as his arm starts tingling like it was falling asleep, his hand starting to slightly tilt as his phone felt a bit heavier.

Three huffs softly and whines, shifting in his sleep.

"Three?" Eugene looks down before quickly moving his head back "WHAT THE FUCK-" he barely dodges getting kicked in the face as Three in his sleep decides he wants to run an all four legged marathon. He kicks Eugene in the face, making Eugene's jaw clack together and making him grunt.

He grunts as he runs in his sleep, kicking the mattress with his feet so hard he starts spinning. Eugene grabs the blanket and throws it over him, laying on it with half his weight. "Shhh shhh shhh- stop breathing-" he says as he plays out his murder fantasy.

Three squirms before slowing down and Eugene lifts the blanket, glancing down at the sleeping three as he lets out a snore that whistles through his nose hole. "Little shit."

Eugene huffs and lays back on his back, rubbing his face slightly before jumping as his phone clatters to the floor. "Shit-" he reaches over and picks it up as Saturn walks in with two bowls of Mac n cheese.

She sets them down. "I tried calling your names."

Eugene sighs and sits up, picking up the bowls. "Sorry Mama , Three was sleeping."

She nods. "It's alright, I just want you two fed." She heads out. "RA has early leave today."

Eugene nods. "Alright, I'll have Three down before they get here…we don't need to buy another baby gate"

Eugene starts eating, listening to Three sniff before sticking his hands out the blanket and pulling the bowl under. "don't eat that with your hands, it will get stuck"

Three grumbles and starts shoveling handfuls of macaroni into his mouth.

"I warned you" he mumbles as he eats.

Sure enough 5 minutes later he had three curled up in his lap crying as Eugene pressed both thumbs on his palms to spread the bones, allowing a few pieces of macaroni to fall. "I told you…" he spoke softly. "I know it's uncomfortable but we have to do this unless you want to keep feeling it"

Three sniffles and let out a few sobs as he shrieks, not because it hurts but simply just being overdramatic. Eugene grabs his wrist firmly. "Don't flail, it's gonna hurt more."

Three let's out a screech almost like a child throwing a tantrum and Eugene just sighs "don't be such a baby it's just macaroni.."

An hour goes by and it's three's favorite part of the day, he's skull to window staring at the road to the house, his eyes crossed and his tail raised in the air as still as a board.

Eugene looks up from the couch and looks at Saturn as she sits beside him on the couch with a book. And that's when he hears it, the screeching of a bus stopping down the road.

"Mmmmm" three let's out a whine, his body shaking as he does.

"Three-"

He sees the yellow bus turn on the road and he let's out a louder one, his body shaking harder.

"Three, you do this everyday"

When the bus stops and he sees RA come off the steps of the bus he let's out a scream, you would think a goat was being murdered. He jumps off the back of the couch with a thud and runs to the door, screaming his head off as he jumps up and down.

Eugene shouts, "THREE SHUT THE FUCK UP YOU DO THIS EVERY DAY!" there was no malice behind it, it was tradition. Three is dramatic and Eugene is also dramatic. It's their thing.

As soon as RA opens the door he claws up her legs and into her arms. "three-! Let me get in the door-!"

He hugs her neck and wags his tail happily, dangling there till she closes the door and supports his weight.

Saturn looks up at the two and points to the kitchen table. "Snacks and drinks are on the table, homework now. You can have fun later"

Ra sighs and heads to the table, setting down her bag and starts on her homework. Three spent most of the night with Ra.

By night he was crawling into bed, Saturn walking over and making sure his head was actually on the pillow and not on the plastic this time. "I got it mama!"

"I don't trust that you do, I will not have a cranky skeleton running around all day tomorrow" she pulls the blankets over him and tugs his dinosaur hood up.

Three pouts before Saturn gives him a forehead smooch and leaves the room, turning off the light.

He rolls onto his side and stares at the nightlight of lightning McQueen. He stares into the eyes of the car before he closes his eyes, falling asleep to the frequencies.

[fnaffersblog]

Okay hold on HOLd UP

Spoilers below for 'Earth's ORIGIN STORY in VRCHAT'

Trigger Warning below cut for: Cursing

Not five seconds after making a 'LUNAR!!!' post we get Earth lore, I am being fed today on the richest of content.

Look look look I get it The Princess and the Pauper movie is great but you cannot go wrong with Barbie and the Magic of Pegasus okay? Alright? This is now. This is now a Barbie and the Magic of Pegasus blog alright? In this house we love Barbie and the Ma

Princess and the Pauper came out in 2004 for anyone who was also wondering, but didn't look it up.

Lol.

The return of the true villain of the series: That one fuckin bouncy, physics defying plush cylinder in the theater.

The music change had me wheezing, the fucking dramatic chase music for this bouncy toy.

Followed by all three of them legitimately walking around trying to catch the damn thing.

I'd love to see an episode where they have a discussion, like a serious discussion or something in the theater, and someone throws the toy and it just bounces around forever while they're having a serious talk, and it's played completely straight the thing is bouncing and no one addresses it or tries to catch it this is wishful thinking but the idea had me laughing so hard i forgot hwo to use punctuation

Sun and Moon sitting down on the little plushies seats like kids listening to story time was so cute.

"You will refer to me as Creator" "Hello Father!" "That works as well I suppose!"

It's strange seeing how... kind? The creator is towards Earth. Like, he's always been kinder to Earth than he has been to Sun or Moon or Killcode, but it's still weird. Like, he lets her decorate her room and got her movies in preparation for her activation, and doesn't get upset when she calls him father, and he's gentle when he asks her to leave them at the end.

"I abandoned mortal flesh for eternal life as a brain!" "Oooh! That seems clever!" Lol

Huh a Garbage Guy.

...

BLOODMOON'S GARBAGE GUY??? HWAT????WHAT>>>???

I like... whatever is going on between Garbage Guy and the Creator. Like, GG is so annoyed with the Creator, but he's speaking so casually to him? Exasperated with the Creators antics. They're like... a goddamn sitcom couple or something. The Creator gives no shits about this guy's irritation. They remind me of Chatot and Wigglytuff from PMD:EoS.

So, Earth was activated around November-December 2022, during the Bloodmoon arc. She showed up in... April? I think? Late March, early April? Though she said she got lost trying to find the daycare/Sun and Moon, so she left/was sent away from the Creator sometime just before that.

Also, whos they? Fazbears? Sun and Moon? Some third party? Why would they get shut down? I may have missed something. I assume it's Fazbear's inc the two of them are talking about.

Earth raising her hand to ask questions.

They have a connected background??? The Creator got the garbage can stuck on this guys head?? Did he make him immortal too, or did he just get hired because he was immortal? What's the dealio with these two?

"Why do you have a trash can on your head?"

"Why don't we ask your Creator, hmm?"

*THE EYE*

"Can you not, with the whole brain eye thing!?"

"IT WAS UNINTENTIONAL!"

I'm crying it was mostlikely a misclick im crying that was so funny

"Um. You see. It's a, um, fashion trend that he's trying from another country."

"Oh fashion trend today is it?"

WHAT IS HAPPENING HERE ARE THEY DIVORCED WHAT AM I LOOKING AT This can't be just me can it?? I want more of it.

"Too bad. My lab." LOL

"I acquired the entire collection of Barbie movies!"

Creator enforces gender 'norms'. Asshole!

I know there's other things happening this episode but. "Was that all?"

"Nooo I wanted to ask you TAKE THIS DAMN THING OFF MY HEAD!"

Also is that the Arthur jingle? Like, the scene transition jingle from Arthur? That's what it sounds like.

"He could see?!" THAT'S what you're taking away from this Moon????

Earth out here being very right about the Barbie Rapunzel movie too, that magic paintbrush was banger, I wanted one too.

This episode was fuckin' fun. So many good quotes, I was laughing the WHOLE time. Also we might have a set up/ worldbuilding for the Creator's enemies and also more Creator and Garbage Guy stuff. Still wondering if he's dead. StG Killcode mentioned putting him to eternal rest at one point.

Also the thumbnail, again the thumbnail! IT's so pretty! The details are amazing, I wish I could look at them closer somewhere. Do we know yet who does them? I've seen suggestions in the comments of both videos featuring art so far that these new ones are done by Kiwi_Artz, but they aren't credited in the descriptions and they haven't post the thumbnails on Twitter anywhere. :(

I feel like this will most likely be the last calm episode before the 16th. This feels like a 'calm before the storm' situation and I cANNOT wait. 9 days till the 16th, that's probably 4-6 lore episodes/ 5-6 VRCHAT episodes, presuming anything is going to happen on the 16th. I'm both not ready for it, and 100% ready for it.

[asena-graywolf]

Lost Him

When you came back to the gym years later, you felt like you had gone back in time. There were memories of you and Hinata in every corner of the gym. Hinata's endless desire to pass, the motivation and enthusiasm she gives to her team, stubbornly continuing to push her possibilities...

It was as if you could see him everywhere. His voice echoed in his ears

“Y/N…Can you throw it one more time?”

“Oh Hinata! Which one is this?”

“I swear this is the end!”

"You just said this is the end"

"Ok. It really is the end”

Her sweet smile came to life as soon as you closed your eyes. Even if it was just a memory now in the past, it still lived in you.

You startled when you felt a hand on your shoulder. You turn your head and look in that direction.

“Kageyama? What are you doing here?"

“I thought you might be here. Isn't it…anniversary today?”

Kageyama didn't even have the tongue to ask. You, on the other hand, had a knot in your throat at this question. You swallowed hard and tried to keep your eyes from watering

"Yes"

"How many years passed?"

“It's been 6 years today”

Kageyama looked just as dejected as you. Because even though they fought, you lost your precious teammate, and you lost your boyfriend, whom you love more than anything.

Today it has been 6 years since Hinata passed away this world. You visited his grave an hour ago. You talked to him. You described what happened in your life. Of course, you said how much you missed him. After that, you came to Karasuno High's gym to reclaim the past.

You missed everything about Hinata. You continued to live with your memories, but it never replaced the times he was here.

Kageyama approached the pile of balls in the basket and picked one up and started bouncing it on the floor.

“I wish he was here, if he still pissed me off with his stubbornness. He was a very valuable teammate. He was the soul of the team. She taught us that if we don't push our resources, we'll never succeed.”

You remembered that Hinata never wanted you to cry for her, even if your eyes filled with tears. Even if he died, he wanted to remember you always smiling. That's how you remember him. Even as he struggled to survive in the grip of a deadly disease, that familiar smile remained on his face. No matter how much storm raged inside her, she still loved to live. Hinata was always full of life.

“I wish he was here…again…asking us to pass until we were all fed up.”

Your voice trembled as you said this.

"This is life. Anything can happen at any time. But why? Why are we such ungrateful people? Why is a person loved more when he dies? Even those who don't love him mourn his death? Is the only thing that makes a person valuable, leaving this world?”

Kageyama was also trying hard not to cry. She grit her teeth.

Neither of you was able to support each other anymore. You wanted to shout as loud as you could, cry loudly and knock yourself to the ground.

In the end, you couldn't help yourself and you sobbed. Your voice echoed in the empty hall

“WHY DID YOU GO SO EARLY, HINATA! WHY DID YOU LEAVE ME ALONE!”

You got down on your knees and started punching the floor

“HOW CAN YOU LEAVE THIS TEAM? HOW WILL WE WIN WITHOUT YOU?! I'M SO ANGRY WITH YOU FOR LEAVE EARLY"

It was the embers of pain you felt that made you say all this.

Kageyama knelt down beside you to support you and placed his hand on your back, stroking your back.

“Hey y/n! Please calm down. Wouldn't Hinata be so upset if she saw you like this?"

You never broke your temper. You didn't try to get up.

“He can't be sad anymore, Kageyama-san. Because he's not here. He was relieved of his suffering.”

Your chest was constricting, your heart was constricting. When you remember your boyfriend you lost six years ago today, you couldn't believe how you survived six years without him. Hinata was your whole world and without her your world was destroyed

You felt like you were in the dark. You were all alone and it was like everyone had their backs on you

Kageyama slowly lifted you up

“Believe me y/n. I feel the same pain as you. We all feel. If only I could do anything to bring Hinata back, do you think I would stop for a second?"

Tears kept pouring from his eyes. It was like your mouth was sealed. You couldn't say a word. You couldn't do anything but look around pointlessly.

"Come on. I'll drop you off at home,” said Kageyama as he picked you up from the ground.

"Thanks. Please don't go to the bother. I'll come back by taxi" you said while wiping your tears with your runny nose

“I have already come by car. It's on my way anyway. I'll leave you as I go"

"Thank you"

Kageyama drove you home and showed that he was considerate before he left.

“Call me if you need anything.”

“Thank you, Kageyama.”

"Take care of yourself please" she said before starting the car

You nodded yes and waved after him as he left.

You entered the house. You've been in that house longing for Hinata's cheerful laughter for six years. The house with the memories of the two of you around every corner.

For a moment you had the feeling that Hinata was going to show up to greet you in the hall and jump into your arms. It was your habit. Because you were so used to the way he greeted you every time he came home.

You missed his voice, you missed his cheerful laughter.

If he were here now, what would he say to you when he saw you sad? He'd comfort you like he always did, give you a kiss to make you feel better

6 years ago, Hinata was diagnosed with cancer. He had managed to hide his illness from everyone, including you. He went to chemotherapy every week, and when he needed to be hospitalized he would lie to you that he went to labor camp.

You noticed that his hair was starting to fall out from the chemotherapy, and he was often nauseous from the heavy medication. When he asked the reason for all this, he was passing it off by saying that it was from the stress of the match.

You believed the lie he made up for his nausea in part because he usually got too excited before games and that made his feel nauseous.

You suspected he was hiding something from his constant vomiting and hair loss

One day, while Hinata was in the shower, you heard her phone ringing persistently and you picked up the phone thinking it was an important call.

"Hello?"

“Hinata. I expect you tomorrow at 13.00 for chemotherapy treatment. You may only need to be hospitalized permanently. How long are you going to hide this from your girlfriend?”

You were devastated after hearing the explanation of the voice on the other line. You felt like ice water had been poured over your head. Your hand was shaking. Hinata has been hiding from you all this time that she is being treated for cancer. You were so angry with him and your heart was shattered

From that day on, you went to therapy sessions with Hinata. For her to heal faster, Hinata needed to be in high spirits.

You had to let your friends know as well so they could support her and make Hinata feel empowered.

You used to visit Hinata together at every opportunity and have fun from time to time as if there was no sickness.

This allowed you to forget all your despair, if only for a short time.

Hinata had become even paler during the treatment process. Not a single strand of hair remained on his head. His lips were as dry as the soil that was always dehydrated.

Hinata also knew that his days on earth were numbered. He agreed with the doctor because he didn't want anyone, including you, to know that there was a high chance of succumbing to the disease. That's why the doctor said that when you and her teammates are with Hinata, the treatment always goes well.

He tricked you again. And his other teammates.

When you came out of the hospital that day, you were unaware that it was the last time you saw your boyfriend. His smile as if nothing had happened that day is still in your memory, and even today, when he closed his eyes, that smile came to life before his eyes.

You couldn't hug for the last time, you couldn't kiss. You couldn't even kiss goodbye. The damned disease had already prevented that enough.

Even though you regretted not being able to inhale his scent for the last time, even if the smell of the hospital had permeated him, you were sure that Hinata's scent was still the same. Coconut and vanilla scent. You were always miss too much him.

You got the news of his death the next day. That same night, after you left, his fever was very high. Although the doctors did their best, they had not succeeded in lowering his fever.

His body, weakened by cancer, could no longer resist the high fever. He eventually succumbed to the disease.

Learning all the facts shook you worse than Hinata's death. You knew now that you had instructed the doctor to lie about Hinata's condition. From the very beginning you were consoled by false hopes and lived in a great lie.

It was too much to carry on your back and you felt doomed to be crushed under it.

But the doctor gave an important detail. Hinata remembered you with her last breath and saw you as the angel of death

“Y/N. Have you come to take me, my love?"

This was his last sentence as he left the world.

You lost your lively boyfriend who lied to you enough to remember you with your last breath and couldn't stand a single tear.

He left this world without hugging, smelling, kissing for the last time.

After Hinata died, you swore that you would close your heart to love until the judgment day. You would be faithful to Hinata for the rest of your life and patiently wait to meet her in the next world.

You crossed the hall and exited through the back door to the garden. The seedling you planted in your garden with Hinata years ago has now grown into a huge tree.

He said that he would build a swing under this tree when you have children in the future. But that dream never came true. It would no longer happen.

You came under the shade of the tree. You ran your fingers over his thick, dry body.

You two had hopes and dreams for the future while you were planting this tree and living in this house. Until the cruel life takes the person you love most from you

“God…why are you testing me with this pain?”

Your voice trembled and you could not contain yourself

You went back into the house and went into the bedroom and lay on the bed. You always lay on Hinata's side. You inhaled as if there was still Hinata's scent on the pillow, though not anymore. You were used to the smell of that pillow and it always smelled the same to you.

You were happy for the days you slept together in that bed until Hinata was gone.

The way you hug each other and sleep, falling asleep in Hinata's warm bosom with her scent… your passionate, lovely lovemakigs. Your skin to skin cuddles

It was all going through your mind and before your eyes.

After a tear fell from your eye to your cheeks, you cried as hard as you could.

You missed your boyfriend so much. You especially missed the smell of it. It was the only thing you couldn't forget about him.

A few days after Hinata's death, you were so angry with your housekeeper for washing Hinata's clothes that you fired her.

It had Hinata's scent on it, and you couldn't breathe that scent forever anymore.

Your heart was burning with pain. You were so deeply injured that you were too tired to stand up.

You finally got rid of all of Hinata's belongings. You donated to charities that help the orphans. But you gave his uniform back to Karasuno High School. You wanted them to always remember Hinata

It was like he was still here, still with you.

You had to live for him. Even without him you should have moved on

Hinata knew you were a strong girl and he would want that too if she were alive right now

You would always know he loved you and you would love him forever

[creativepersona]

Pov: your Mina's sister and have had feelings for your best friend Jirou.

You woke up to the sun shining brightly in your e/c eyes. Mina stands at the end of your bed holding a pillow up ready to attack you. In natural instinct you throw yourself out of the way as she faceplants your bed. The white sheets fly up into the air. You stand there glaring at her. Fed up of her antics you head to your bathroom to get ready.

*5 minutes pass*

You walk down stairs (in uniform) only to see your sister in her uniform. You grab the price of toast off the pottery plate on the counter. Headphones plugged in, your music begins to play. You walk calmly out the door and begin to eat the toast you grabbed. The breeze flew gently through the trees and birds sang loudly from nearby trees. You could see the school towering over the tree tops and ponder about what today will bring. You can hear someone shouting your name and as you turn around you see Mina and Jirou walking over to you, both smiling brightly at you. You wave to them and slow down so that they can catch up to you. Soon they're by your side and you're all walking towards the school.

*10 minutes go by*

You get to school and you're all early. You head to your locker to get your books excusing yourself from Mina and Jirou. You sit next to Jirou in class which always makes you panic. You had the biggest crush on her but you don't know how to express it. Fearing that if you do say how you feel, you might ruin the friendship you both have. You grab your books from your locker and put your headphones in your bag. You walk into class saying good morning to the teacher as you pass him. You try to be as respectful as possible because you don't want to cause unnecessary drama. You sit down at your desk and Jirou smiles warmly at you and passes you a note. Class starts as soon as everyone is at the desks and you look down at the note only then deciding to read it.

You open the note and it says

'Dear y/n,

Would you mind meeting me at the coffee shop down the road once it's lunch? Circle your answer.

Yes or No'

A small blush rises to your cheeks making you feel warm and happy. You circle yes and pass the note back to Jirou. You focus all your attention on the class and your work.

*Hours pass and soon it's lunch*

You head outside only for Jirou to meet you at the stairs. You both make small talk, laughing at eachothers jokes as you near the coffee shop. You both walk through the doorway and sit down at the nearest table. A waiter comes over to get your order. Jirou orders bubble tea and you order a _. The waiter walks away to prepare your drinks. You staring out of the window and a hand gently grazes over yours. You jump slightly in surprise to see Jirou smiling at you. She looks lost in her own thoughts. You turn to face her and smile in return knocking her out of her little trance. The sunlight shines over both of you, warming you both.

"You look amazing today y/n" Jirou mutters. A soft blush forms across your face as you respond to her "you look amazing to Jirou."

She chuckles at your compliment and you feel as if it's only you and her in the coffee shop. Those thoughts soon vanish when your drinks are placed on the table. You take a sip of your drink and Jirou begins to speak.

"y/n, I must tell you that ever since you joined this school you caught my eye". She says causing you to choke on your drink.

"Jirou, are you trying to confess something to me" you question.

"yes y/n, I have tried to make it obvious but I guess I'm not that good at it. Ever since I first saw you I felt something for you. I didn't think much of it at first but over time the feelings grew into something stronger and I could no longer ignore them." Jirou avoids your eye contact as her face goes a deep red.

You couldn't believe that something like this would ever happen. Only in your dreams did this happen. "Jirou I.. are you trying to say you like me. As in you like me more than a friend."

She looks at you and nods slightly. Still avoiding your gaze.

"Jirou I return these feelings. I was oblivious at first but eventually I developed feelings for you. I am glad you return these feelings." You grab her hands and place a light kiss ontop of them.

"y/n, can we be something more than friends. We could date if you're ok with that", she mutters. You nod your head and you place another small kiss on her hands. Her hands feel soft against yours and it makes you happy to be able to finally confess your feelings. They have been weighing down on you and making you feel heavy. But now that you have admitted them you feel lighter already. Jirou stands up and pulls you up with her. She pays the bill and you grab your drinks and walk outside. You're both not sure how to tell Mina that you're now dating but you will take it one step at a time. You and Jirou walk back hand in hand as the sun casts a soft glow over the sky. Birds chirp loudly and the breeze sways slowly through the trees that are in full bloom. The school gates stand tall and proud in the distance. Jirou moves closer to you and you walk back happily into the building.

I hope you liked it. It's my first one I have ever written so please tell me what I can do better next time

[mcwritingblog]

Pairing: Javier Pena x AFAB reader

Summary: Javi and Y/N need to have a talk

Rating: G

Warnings: Hurt/Comfort

Author’s note: Sorry guys for the late update! The writer’s block has been real

Word count: 1.5K

As you pass all the town businesses, the summer air flows into Javier’s truck. Then, finally, he pulls into a parking spot, his door facing the sidewalk.

“Thank you for dropping me off. You know I could've just biked to work?” you ask him, closing his door. You circle to the driver's side, leaning on his open window. 

“I like driving you to work. Dinner tonight?”, He suggests.

“I could go for some wine-ing and dining,” you play with the thought. Unfortunately, Maria’s been on vacation for the last week, so you’ve taken care of the shop yourself. 

“Ok, I’ll pick you up at closing.” he leans his head out the window to connect his lips with yours.

“I love you,” you say, pecking his lips once more, then turning away from him to walk to the shop's door.

“I love you more,” he says quickly, rolling up his window. Then, before you can retort, he drives off. 

It's corny, but you both argue about who loves who more. He’s so frustrating.

You snort, unlocking the door and stepping inside. 

Today’s going to be different. You can feel it.

----

Javi

“Did you pick it up?” I ask Steve.

“Yes.” Steve throws the ring box at me.

“How did you get all that money past the misses?”

“Told her I lost a bet to you.”

Steve snorts. “So today is the day? The day Javier Pena settles down. We really should have cake.”

“I am so nervous.”, I say, bracing my head with my hand.

-

For the last month, Javier Pena has been driving himself absolutely nuts. Should he propose? Should he not? There are so many things he has to take into consideration. He’s never felt this way about a woman before. This week, she’s been covering for her boss and the empty hours without her has brought him to snoop around her stuff. He has read approximately 5 of her books. Fantasy books about men in flowy white shirts on ships, some hot and heavy scenes that would make a nun pass out. But they all ended up with the man saving the woman and passionately kissing her. Demanding she marry him.

 One day he was so invested that he forgot the time. Y/N was unlocking the door and he nearly tripped on the carpet putting the book back on the bookshelf.

Grabbing the dictionary, he barely reached the couch before she got inside. 

“Honey! Im home”, she shouts out.

Acting surprised, he lifts his head, “Oh! Hi! You’re off earlier.”

She walked in clutching four paper bags, clearly struggling. “Yeah, the cafe was super dead so I locked up early. The weather was nice so I thought I might walk.”

He hopped up in a flash. “Let me help you with those”

She twisted away in rejection. “You need to take it easy. The doctor said no heavy lifting. Anyways, so I remember we needed bread so I dropped by the grocery store and I was shopping hungry. So, now im making chicken alfredo for dinner.”

“I wouldn't call bread and milk ‘heavy’ but”, you put up his hands in surrender, “you’re the boss”

“Can you set the table”, she shouts back, making her way to the kitchen. “Did you feed Avery!?”

“Once this morning, and a little bit before you got here,” he says placing the dictionary back on the shelf.

“You hear that, little girl? You’re dad already fed you. Hey! Don’t yell at me, young lady!”. She’s yelling at the cat again, he thinks. Javi laughs to himself. I couldn’t love her more than I love her, right here, right now. He feels for the ring in his pocket. It’s gotta be today.

----

Y/N

You’re faking a positive attitude for him. You’ve been running yourself ragged all day. You had multiple wrong orders. Lemon tea in espresso, mistaking heavy cream with half and half. So when the midday rush clears, you decide to close up early. Some fresh air will do you good. It’s been a long week without Maria and you are bone tired. Cooking might be the stress relief you need right now.

Javi was acting weird. He’s been different since the accident. You can blame it on some kind of PTSD but that doesn't seem like the only thing circling his brain. Whatever it is im sure you guys can figure it out. Unless he breaks up with you. 

Oh no, he’s breaking up with me.

 “I found this red wine at the store and I thought I could try it out”, you pour two glasses of wine. Taking a sip, you cringe at how bitter it is. The longer you spend cooking the more the nasty thoughts get to you. 

He realizes he wants better than you can give him. You down the glass.

He found someone else. You pour another glass.

He knows your secret. You down the second glass. 

You start to feel woozy. 

“Corizón”, he walks in. “You ok?”. He looks you in the face, searching for an answer.

“Yeah!”, you enthusiastically breathe out, “Im good!”. You give him a half-baked thumbs up.

“Here.” He comes around behind you, grabs you under the elbows, and leads you out of the kitchen and to the table. “I’ll finish dinner, you just sit there and look pretty”

You're spiraling. Javi accidentally burned his finger testing the sauce, “FUCK!”, he yells out, sucking on his digit. 

He’s mad. We’re breaking up. He knows.

You try some calming breaths. In and Out. Inhale, Exhale. Now you’re tearing up. You hold your face in your hands, sobbing.

He comes walking out, just then looking up at you “Hey do you know where th-   What happened? Honey, talk to me. What’s wrong?”

Kneeling, he turns your body to face him, “Heyyy…” he croons, “What’s going on?”, he’s rubbing your knee.

“It's just..” you sniffled, trying to collect yourself. “It’s been a long week and you've just been kind of distant. And I thought maybe you were mad at me for something”

He’s scanning the hurt on your face. “My love, Im not mad. I wasn’t mad. What made you feel like this?” He starts brushing circles on the backs of your hand.

You just sob a little bit more, shrugging.

“I love you… so much. In fact”, he starts patting his pockets, he’s shifting onto one knee. It's much worse, he’s proposing. TELL HIM

“Wait. Wait.”, you stretch your arms out in protest, shaking your head. “We need to talk”

Pain crosses his face. “Ok.”, he swallows, “Let’s talk”

---

“Haha, very funny. You’re a vampire”

“Immortal. None of that blood stuff”

“Immortal, who’s been living since the 1800s”

“Correct.”

“You’re pulling my leg”, he scoffs. “I get it. Big joke on the doofus”

“Im not joking.”

“I don’t believe you”

“Okay.”, you lift a single finger, running off to find the box under your bed with things you've collected over the years. One reallllllyyy old picture of you. The only one you have to remember your old life by. She looks so lively...

You hand it to Javi. He looks at it closely.

“So you have an ancestor you look exactly like”

“That’s me, in the summer of 1901. There was a giant storm on St. Simon’s beach, I was pulled under by an undertow.”

He flipped the picture, writing on the back says “The Day of the Big Storm”. 

“I drowned, Javi. But before I could cross over, I was pulled out, dragged onto the sand, and resuscitated. I was”, you measure an inch between your pointer finger and thumb, “close to dying. I was 20. That’s the day my life changed. After that, I didn't age a day. I have been 20 for 74 years.”

“Do you remember who pulled you out?”

“No idea. Do you believe me?”

“I do. Just give me time. Have you been keeping this from me the whole year we’ve been dating?”, he speaks softly.

Tears start running down your face again. You’re shaking. 

“I didn’t know how to tell you… I’ve never told anyone before. I usually move town before I could get close to anyone”

He’s squeezing his temples.

“This is a lot to process.”

“I know. I’d understand if you left right now”

“Goddamit. Hold your horses for two seconds.”, he gets up from the couch, pacing. “I’m not going anywhere. I just need a fucking moment.”

“Javier”, you can barely recognize your voice as it escapes your mouth. “You were going to propose weren’t you?”

He stalls. He shakes his head and utters, “Yeah” he slides his hand down his jaw. “Yes, yes I was”

“And you’re having second thoughts?”

“Yes. No. It’s not like that. Just give me a day to process this. Would you have said yes?” His brows furrow.

“I think we both need time to think about this. “, You stand up and kiss his cheek. “Hey”, you place your hand on his cheek, “We’re gonna be fine. I have to clean up at the shop anyways. I’ll see you in the morning, ok?”

You grab your coat and walk out.

[harrysmimi]

Million To Infinity

Synopsis: One where YN and Harry get into an argument.

A/N: okay, hear me out, this one is shoter than the ones I usually write but it's my favourite.

More of my work

Harry felt like a piece of shit for lashing out on his wife for not being able to go to the award show with him. She ended up kicking him out of their bedroom now he have to sleep on the sofa. It wasn't that the sofa was way too uncomfortable but he just needed his lovie beside him and cuddle her. He couldn't fall asleep even to save his life!

YN had came back home from work, working an extra shift because she had huge project to look after. The week has been super hectic for her and next couple of days were going to be as well.

Harry was invited to the BRITs, he was even nominated for few major categories. All he was looking forward to was enjoying the night with his love, introduce her to more of his friends in the industry. He'd finally found someone who was very serious with him, he married her not even eight months ago after dating her for two years, keeping it as lowkey as possible.

He even won two of the categories he was nominated for! He so looked forward to celebrate those with his lovie. And he finally felt comfortable enough to take his partner as his plus one at events.

He came back home the night of the function well over one hour after midnight, and she wasn't home. The dress he got her for the function was still on the love seat in their room in corner, untouched. He was way too drunk and high to realise when she came back home and got in bed next to him, apologising for being able to make it to the award show with him, he'd fell asleep grumpy. But YN's cat was there to keep him company till she came back.

Next morning he woke up to a sticky note on the fridge, and breakfast on the table. Even the cat was fed. She'd called him during her lunch break but he was napping his hang over away. Even this night she had came home late, exhausted, ready to just go to bed on an empty stomach as to how sleep deprived she was. Harry was mad but he made her dinner, he isn't going to let her sleep on an empty stomach.

"Hey," she rushed towards Harry the moment she saw him sitting on their bed reading, like he does every night. "Harry, I am so sorry for not making it to the award show with you."

"Yeah," he nodded.

"Hey, I tried Hazza. I'm sorry." She made a puppy face.

"I told you a month prior, baby, you still couldn't make it?" He asked, shutting his book closed and throwing it on his bedside table.

"I know, but this project came in last moment. I tried to put in a leave but I just couldn't. Please, I'm sorry." She reached for his hand carefully.

"You left a fucking note on the fridge even before I woke up." He complained.

"I had to go in early, had a meeting at nine a.m. today." She explained, "why are you mad, I'm saying I'm sorry. I promise I'll come with you next time."

"You didn't even look at the dress I bought you, it's sitting there from past week. You didn't even come to the show this week."

"Okay, Harry what is wrong with you? I am apologising, aren't I?" She got frustrated now, "I work a corporate job Harry, I am not self employed like you are."

"You work with your dad, couldn't he give you a day off?"

"Yes, it's my dad's company but it doesn't work like that. I did tried to take a leave. It isn't my fault the Board decided to take on this huge project!" She answered. "My dad is my boss that doesn't mean there shouldn't be any professionalism in the business!"

"Sure it works that way!" He scoffed.

"Are you being fucking serious right now Harry?" She sighed, "did you ask me if I've been sleeping well or not? I came home at two last night, woke up at five to make you breakfast hoping you'd feel better. You're being a toddler right now!"

"I don't even want to talk to you right now!" She mumbled, going over to the closet and pulling out a blanket, grabbed his pillow from their bed and threw them at him, "go sleep on the sofa!"

"I am—"

The loud sound of bathroom door being shut cut him off.

Him being still mad, he gathered the blanket and his pillow and went downstairs to sleep on the sofa. He lies there for all two hours, he couldn't fall asleep.

He felt bad now. She worked with her dad doesn't mean she can take off days whenever she wants.

Her dad is a very scary person, and very professional when it comes to work. She works at his company doesn't mean she can take leaves whenever she wants. She did took a week off not even two weeks ago when he was touring in US.

He sighed, running a heavy hand over his face. He went back to the bedroom be shared with her taking his pillow with him. The lights were still on and she was sat on their bed facing the door, signing some papers attached in the blue file, sniffling silently. He silently went and sat behind her.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't talked to you like that baby!" He cooed.

"Go away I don't want to talk to you." She mumbled carelessly scribbling on the corner of every paper in the file. Upon taking a closer look he saw those were physically copies of Board Meeting notice.

"No, I want to. I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry..." And he kept repeating it several times, "I'll never talk to you like that again, that was first and last time. I promise. Please don't be mad baby."

"I asked my dad if I could go home early yesterday, you know he got mad at me. I took a week off before." She cried.

"I'm so sorry baby, I understand now." He wrapped his arms around her from behind kissing her cheek. "Did you not eat the stew I made? It's your favourite."

"I am very tired, I wanted to go to bed." She answered still signing on the papers in her lap. "I don't want to eat."

"Are you not eating because I made you mad? I'm sorry, a million to infinity times sorry, Bunny. Come on, you're not going to bed on an empty tummy." He took away the pen from her hand, grabbed the file and kept it aside.

"No you made feel like crap okay! I just don't— don't talk to me right now. Even after I told you I tried my best you still got mad, when is it that I do not support you?" She grabbed her file back from him. "I can not just put everything on hold and jet off whenever I feel like taking a day off, you knew about it since the very beginning."

"Hey, YN, baby listen. I am really sorry." He continued, with his tone soft apologetic, "I know you can't just do that. It was wrong, I am very, very sorry for talking to like that."

YN just stayed silent for what he said, she wasn't going to let him get away with this when he is clearly well aware of her situation. Continuing to flip through her pages ignoring her husband sitting right behind her with her arms wrapped around her middle, head rested on her shoulder for over five minutes before he spoke again.

"Please say something lovie?" He felt very heart broken for talking to that way, he acted out of feeling really upset.

"All I wanted to do was get home and have a quiet night, Harry and not argue. I am just so exhausted I wanted to go to bed." And she had break down again.

Harry knew she had a lot more pressure on being the secretary of her dad's company because, well, she is daughter of the owner and the CEO himself she has to be perfect at her job. He just did not expected or even thought about it taking a huge toll on her like that. Harry also didn't know what to say next because she never get this upset about anything, yes she is brutal with her silent treatment and she has a lot of patience with giving him a silent treatment, this was just freaking him out inside.

"You are very annoying!" She sighed closing her file. He wouldn't budge from his place.

"I know, but I love you." He mumbled against her skin, "are you hungry?"

"I'm not hungry!" She protested.

"Yes you are!" He pointed out as her stomach made a growl just in time, stood up and walked in front of wiped off her tears before pressing a kiss on her forehead. "Then we're going to bed and you're going to work at your usual time and not early."

"I'm not going to work tomorrow, it's Saturday."

"That's even better, you can sleep in till late!" He chirped, and dragged her downstairs, heated up food, served it nicely on a dish and kept it in front of her. "Bonappétit!" He said.

"That's not for you, lad!" Harry pulled the cat down from the counter trying to eat YN's food.

"You won two categories?" YN asked noticing the boxes that the awards come in on the dining table yet to put up on his shelf with other of his awards.

"Yeah, one was for the album and the other for the single." He explained.

"Awh! I'm so proud of you Harry!" She got up from her chair and went to hug him, he smiled wrapping his arms around her waist resting his head on her chest. "I feel so bad for not being there with you, I know you were looking forward to it."

"It's okay, it's fine," he mumbled. "We have Grammys coming up!"

"Mhm! I'll make sure to go with you and wear that dress you got!" She pressed a kiss on top of his head.

"Yeah?" He pulled apart.

"Mhm, but I'll probably have work my ass off and pile up my paid leaves." She said, "or my dad will seriously fire me."

He chuckled, "now eat up baby, I don't want your dad for getting mad at me for not taking care of his daughter."

"Of course you don't want that!" She scoffed jokingly making him chuckle. "I love you!"

"I love you more!" He cooed. "A million to infinity times!"

[bumbleklee]

tease

masterlist | 1k prompt masterlist | baby series

pairings: diluc, kaeya, childe and zhongli x afab!reader (separate)

warnings: somewhat nsfw (sexual implications), teasing, flirty reader

diluc

You were bored. 

The night was dragging on and it seemed like every ten minutes, someone new was walking into the tavern. Diluc was so busy making drinks that he couldn’t even pay attention to you – what a bother. 

He occasionally sent glances or small smiles over his shoulder, as if he was apologizing for his lack of attentiveness, but you waved him off. You had enough tricks up your sleeve to get his attention one way or another. 

When your lover finally had a lull, he turned to face you while drying glasses. 

You took this as your golden opportunity and smirked in his direction, tracing your fingers up your body. He raised an eyebrow and you slipped your fingers underneath the edges of your low-cut shirt. Without removing your eyes from Diluc, you pulled back your shirt so your naked breast was revealed momentarily. 

Diluc visibly tensed and you could already see his face turning red. His eyes were wide and filled with a newfound lust and his fingers were gripping the glass with so much force you were sure it was going to break. 

He marched over to you and landed a heavy palm on the bar counter, “Upstairs. Now.” 

kaeya

With the Windblume festival coming up, Kaeya has been busier than ever. He left early in the mornings to head to work and came home late at night, leaving you alone for most of the day. It had been two weeks since Kaeya had touched you, really touched you, and you were getting fed up. 

You decided to take a visit to Kaeya on his lunch break. You put on a nice outfit, did your hair and makeup, and even cut up some fruit to bring your boyfriend. 

Only when you got there, you were unpleasantly surprised with his attentiveness. 

“Sorry, Doll,” Kaeya said, not taking his eyes off the papers in front of him. “I promise I’ll make it up to you when the festival is over.” 

But that wasn’t good enough for you – not with your frustrations piling high. In a swift movement, you knocked the papers off of Kaeya’s desk and plastered an innocent look on your face. “Oops…let me help get those.”

Slowly, you bent forwards to pick up the papers – making sure your ass was high in the air in front of Kaeya’s eyes. You took your time picking up each and every paper, even wiggling your ass once or twice, before you rose again. 

Kaeya was leaning on his hands, “Such a tease.” He pulled back and patted his lap, “Come on, then. We don’t have all day.”

childe

Having an Anemo vision meant Childe thought you were an acceptable sparring partner. When you two weren’t going on dates, you were practicing in a field somewhere. 

Like today – Childe had brought you out to a field in Liyue so you two could spar like usual. He was in an exceptionally good mood, which put you in a good mood, and you both were on your A-game. 

Fighting with your boyfriend was exhilarating. He was strong, stronger than you, and moved swiftly. He dodged your hits every time, deflecting your throws and using his own vision to counterattack yours. 

You finally caught him guard with a burst of wind and Childe knocked backwards, landing on his back. He groaned momentarily and you dropped to your knees, throwing a leg over his hip before he could get up again. 

“You’re getting better, Comrade,” He said playfully. You rolled your eyes at the nickname. 

You leaned close to his ear, your breath hitting the shell of it, and whispered, “Thanks…i’ve been working on my blowing.” 

Hands landed on your hips and with a quick roll, Childe loomed on top of you, “You’re lucky no one’s around.” 

zhongli

Zhongli was the most vanilla person you knew. 

Your lover was gentle with words, gentle with touches, and gentle with you. And as much as you adored it, sometimes you wish he would amp up the volume. You often wondered if there was a way for you to flip a switch inside of him. 

One day, while out at dinner with Childe, you decided to test your theory. 

Your hand landed on Zhongli’s thigh halfway through the meal and Zhongli noticed. His leg tensed up and you hid your grin, slowly inching your hand more and more inward. 

Surprisingly, Zhongli held a stoic expression on his face until your fingers grazed a sensitive spot on his inner thigh. A low gasp left his lips but he quickly covered it with a cough before Childe could notice. 

When the tips of your fingers grazed Zhongli’s clothed groin, the man reached down to grab your hand roughly. He was clenching his fingers so hard you could prominently see his knuckles through the fabric of his gloves. 

Zhongli looked at Childe and smiled falsy, “I am terribly sorry, Childe, but I just remembered something extremely important we have to do at home. I will surely make it up to you.” Before Childe could answer, Zhongli was dragging you away from the table and towards your apartment. You could barely contain your excitement.