#what does he say? 'New heart?' or 'No heart?' ???

[aliceinborderlandsquidgame]

His. | The Salesman x Wife!Reader

Summary: You were his, a shame some men did not get the memo.

Warnings: Canon violence - Possessive!Salesman  - Violent!Salesman - Jealous!Salesman - Simp for his wife - Slut Shaming (not reader) - A man being a creep - The Salesman getting quiet creative with the games - grammar mistakes -

The Salesman loves his wife, he loves her so much that he would burn Seoul down just for her.

He hates when others get her attention, your attention, you are his after all. Why do you need to meet up with your parents ? Dont they trust that He is taking well care of you ? Why does your friends wants a night out without their S/Os ? Does they want to be whores and cheat ? You woulnt ever do that to him!! You are smitten and down bad for him.

He has worked so hard to make you fall for him and his well composed self. You never once saw his dark side, his emotions were always under control when he was with you. He only showed you his good side, the side that was deep down locked only for you.

Would it bee too cheesy to say you had the key for his heart ? Probably, but that was the truth. No one could pull him away from his dark ideas, only you, he just needed to see your name on his phone to light up his mood.

And he knows he has his own failures, being possessive over you its one of them. But he cant help it, you are after all an amazing woman. Everyone should bow down to you when you pass them. The Salesman has to calm down his anger when he sees just the smallest disrespect towards you. He is already making plans on how he would take revenge for you.

But he cant go on killing every person that bothers him. Not because he does not want to do it. No, he would love to. But because it would attract too much attention and last thing he wants its you being under stress or having a police on his tail.

However there are things that just crosses the line, makes him see red and think:

When was the last time I played a game with someone ?

And god knows he does not mean an innocent game.

But what was going on that was pulling on his nerves?

Well, the spring season had just started and you being the lovable creature wanted to go out towards a well known park to see the new flowers.

He agreed, anything for his wife. He even looked up which day would be the best one to go and see all the new flowers. Not that he cared for these, no. He wanted to see your smile and that spark in your eyes. That was what he wanted.

And of course you had dress beautiful for it, part of him was temped to just stay home and show you how much he loved you in more carnal ways. But he decided to let that for the night.

The park was as expected full of peopel of all ages. Three times he had moved to the side to avoid being crashed by a kid, and three times you had give the parents a polite smile and a few words to not worry about it.

Hand in hand you two walked around. Besides the flowers there were sellers, ballooms, sweets, water, even umbrellas.

"Love can you get me a bottle of water? Oh! And ice cream?" You asked pointing at two stalls.

He nodded giving you his signature smile kissing your cheeck and telling you not to move that he would be back soon.

Saddly the ice cream took more time since there was a small line. He kept looking back over his shoulder to make sure you were alright. And for the most part you were, sitting there looking down at your phone (probably telling your friend group about your date, well he will check that later).

"What flavor Sir?"

He told the seller the flavor you wanted, pay for it and waited taking another look at you, a small smile on his face-

Only to be wipped out at the new sight.

A Man, maybe younger than him was sitting right next to you. Talking to you, smiling at you, being too close to you.

Who does that Man think he is ?

He cant help it, he is jealous, knows you wont ever go behind his back. You were his, his wife and only his. Why others seemed to not get the message?

"Sir?.."

Fuck, he must have stared for too long and looking a bit too agressive because now the seller was almost trembling as he was giving him the ice cream.

Just as he was having a death stare it went back to his polite self, taking the ice cream and going towards you.

The closer he got, the angrier he felt. That Man, no, that fucking worm was even closer now. He did not need to know what he was saying to you, his body language gave it away.

And so did yours. You were not liking it. If you being almost on the corner of the bench was not enough then your face was a clear give away.

But some men are pathetic and even when they can see the ring on your finger they wont back off.

Scum of life, this one would not live.

"Im married, and im getting uncomfortable. You should leave"

Oh your voice, like an angel it almost made him feel at ease.

Almost.

"Dont be like that baby, I just asked for your number, and I dont mind sharing"

Well he did mind. In fact he never liked sharing. And even less when it comes to you. You and sharing does not go in the same prhase, hell no.

He catches your eyes and can see the ask for help. And so he is finally there, whatever that excusme ot a human was going to say its cut off by his polite cold tone.

"Sorry my love, there was a line. I got you water and your favorite flavor" He says ignoring the man and giving you the items.

"And who may you be?" He asks his fake polite smile showing. He is towering over him. Making him feel small and smaller.

If he could, he would snap his neck here.

"Uhh, no one important. Sorry I will leave now" The namelss man says standing up and bowing, but before he can go the Salesman takes his arm rather harshly.

"I insist, you kept my wife company while I was gone after all.

And like that, thinking that he is fooling him he gets his name.

The Salesman nods and thanks him before taking your arm to start walking to the opposite side of the park.

"He came- I did not want to make a scene" You start, not scared of him but feeling rather bad because you are covinced he feels bad.

"No. Its my fault. I left you alone for too long, a beautiful woman as yourself should never be alone. Dont worry, you are with me now" He says kissing your head. "Eat your ice cream before it melts or did that exchange leave you with a bad feeling?"

Fucker he would pay for ruining his wife day.

"A bit...but you got it for me, so I will eat it" You said smiling up at him.

His heart flutters, you would do anything for him. He knows it. Maybe not like the same things he would do for you, but he knows you would push whatever thing or person aside if it means making him happy.

His dear wife.

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"Park Beolle" The Salesman said the mans name in a cold tone walking behind him. "Your parents did not like you a lot right? I cant blame them, you stole money from them multiple times" The Salesman said.

"This is not for them, its because you ruined my wife's day. And did not respect her. So I must punish you, I dont expect someone like you to understand"

Park Beolle stood there, hands tied behind his back, heels tied up together as well, a tape over his mouth. In front of him multiple bear traps stood.

The Salesman took out his loved gun "If you manage to cross the room within twenty seconds then you will live but I you fail"

He stood besides him gun on his own head a sick smile on his face.

"I will shoot you, and it goes without saying that you will have to jump. Ready?"

The Salesman saw the poor display of ability seeing him get his feets inside one of the bear traps making him fall, another one closing.

The tape muffled his screams but the Salesman kept watching him and the time.

"And up" His voice was a sing song tone, like he was happy about it.

The sound of the gun fired was everything that was left. Blood soaked the bloor.

"Ah, im going to be late. I need to clean this, well I hope my dear wife waits for me" He said taking a napkin and cleaning his face. "I will call her just in case"

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For the first time The Salesman came to his house with you already sleeping. He had kept you on call for one hour with the excuse of him doing some papel work.

"Eh? Metal sound?" He had say carrying the bear traps "I think you are getting sleepy my love, or maybe it was this stapler"

He smiled softly at your sleep form. Not even aware of the monster he was, to you he was a loving dotting husband. Nothing more and nothing else.

"Sleep well my love, I love you"

The now clean blood from his face and hands were a seal of it.

[ssentimentals]

mingyu + confession

mingyu is a good guy (self-proclaimed, but still). he's well-mannered, friendly, kind and attentive. he is nice, okay? he helps elderly people cross roads or carries their heavy stuff for them, holds doors for others and always slows down when he walks behind a woman in a dark alley. he is nice and nice guys don't get jealous, as far as he knows. nice guys are self assured enough to not feel sharp pangs of jealousy in their hearts and if they do, then they are smart enough to not let it show. see, mingyu is a nice guy, but he's failing miserably in the whole 'not getting jealous' part.

'if looks could kill...' seungkwan sing-songs and then chokes on his drink, when mingyu elbows him hard in the stomach. 'ouch, you fucker!'

'hush, you two.' seungcheol hisses at them. 'what's your problem?'

'it's all mingyu, he has a problem, not me!' seungkwan whispers and quickly shuts up, when professor pointedly clears his throat and sends them a glare.

mingyu, for his part, can't even deny it. he does have a problem. his problem is sitting four rows below and is leaning way too close to you for it to be considered normal. his hair hand (god, why is this guy so hairy?) reaches out and caresses your back in a soothing gesture - mingyu almost breaks his pencil in two. why is he touching you like that? what did you say to him? he chews on his bottom lip, not listening to the lecture at all; he's more occupied with your apparently new friend. you never introduced him before, why? who is he?

'dude, i don't know what's your problem, but can you stop bouncing your knee like that?' his groupmate says, frowning. 'it's annoying.'

oh. mingyu blushes and apologizes, looking down. he didn't even notice that he did it. gripping his knee, he looks up to see you giggling quietly with the guy and his other knee bumps on the desk, making everyone startle. shit. 'sorry, sorry.' mingyu mutters, when everyone on his row sends him unimpressed glares.

the thing - mingyu knows what's his problem is. well, if to narrow down his total list of problems to the most pressing ones then he will have two points in the list. one - your new touchy and hairy friend. two - his inability to confess his undying love to you. mingyu chances a look at you again and almost pukes at the sight: 'he is hugging her!' he whispers frantically to seungkwan, clutching his hand.

seungkwan, as a good friend, instantly forgets about his notes and looks up. sighs. turns to mingyu with raised eyebrow: 'he stretched his arm out. that's not hugging. if that is hugging then he is also hugging wonwoo.' seeing how mingyu is about to argue, seungkwan raises his one hand, silencing him: 'you either stop being a coward and confess or shut up and don't whine.'

'boo seungkwan and kim mingyu!' professor roars and that's the end of the conversation, which leaves mingyu with a crushing desire to set something on fire.

=+=

that desire doesn't go away on the next day and stays strong in his chest for following days too. it's a busy season: mindterms make everyone miserable and busy, so mingyu sees you only once in a passing. it's enough to make him feel like he's some plant that needs sunshine without which it's going to die - yeah, mingyu is aware how bad he has it for you.

'just text her, loser.' jeonghan says, exasperated.

'what if she thinks i'm annoying? i already texted her at lunch,' mingyu whines, genuinely wanting to cry from how complicated this whole thing with you is for him. 'we only recently got close, i can't bombard her with texts all the time.'

'mingyu, she knows you're annoying,' wonwoo comments and before mingyu can throw a pillow at him, he adds: 'and she still is your friend, so rest assured she has no problems with your annoying ass.'

'but this is different!' mingyu whines even louder, frustrated that no one seems to get him. how they can be so non-chalant about this?

'it can be different if you finally man up and ask her out.' jeonghan points out kindly. 'until then it's just a dialogue between two friends.'

mingyu has two problems and while he can do nothing about the living and breathing hairy one (aka your new friend), he knows he can solve the second one with just one question. but it's so hard and no one seems to understand it. no one knows how high stakes are, no one knows that if you reject him and cut him off, mingyu will literally feel like he's missing a limb. no one knows what a special place you hold in his heart, how just your mere existence is enough to make him happy. no one knows that he never felt this way about anyone in his life and that's also what makes it all scary.

'you don't know what she means to me,' mingyu whispers.

wonwoo reaches out to pat his shoulder reassuringly. 'and we don't have to, gyu. but you know who does? her.'

jeonghan nods. 'tell her. she deserves to know.'

mingyu thinks that you deserve the world, not his silly confession, but he keeps his mouth shut.

=+=

turns out your new hairy friend is a foreigner and mingyu knows these guys are hundred times cooler than him, so yeah. he's not in the best mood. 'you're going with him on a date?' he asks, when you both finished your study session for upcoming midterm.

'huh?' you look tired and mingyu barely resists the urge to hug you tight. 'i think we're going to the cafe? then maybe cinema.'

'so. a date.' mingyu doesn't mean to spit it out in such tone but he can't help himself.

you stop, frowning. 'not a date, gyu. i'm just helping him settle down, you know he's not from here.'

he nods. he knows, of course. only he doesn't understand or he doesn't want to; mingyu is kind of sick of being the good guy who is never angry and understands every single thing. 'still sounds like a date,' he presses on. 'if it's just you two.'

'two more girls will come,' you comment, fully turning to him. 'what's gotten into you?'

you, he wants to say. instead his mind catches up with your answer and he breathes out in relief: 'not a date then.'

'my god, yes. not a date.' you then raise your eyebrow: 'and if it were? a date? what of it?'

mingyu is so, so sick of being a good guy. 'i wouldn't have liked it,' he answers in a surprisingly steady voice. 'i think jealousy would've killed me.'

he watches as understanding dawns on you: your eyes widen and mouth opens up in surprise. there's hopeful expression on your face and maybe mingyu misreads it, but he still dives in: 'i like you. and i'm saying 'i like you' because i don't wanna scare you with what actually i feel for you, which is much much closer to falling in love territory. i think-' he takes a deep breath. 'i think you're amazing. brilliant, even. i want you to be mine in all ways that you'll let me have you.'

mingyu thinks you deserve the world and his silly confession. jeonghan was right - it does feel much lighter once heavy words leave the confines of his chest. you look like you're about to cry and he steps closer, cradling your face in his hands. 'i don't deserve your tears,' he mutters. 'please don't-'

'then don't make me cry, idiot.' you slap his chest, laughing. 'it's all your fault.'

mingyu leans in. 'but good tears, right?'

you nod. 'yeah. i like you too, by the way. also in the falling in love territory.'

mingyu smiles. if he felt relieved before then now he feels like he's about to burst from happiness. 'good.' he says. 'i'm gonna kiss you now, alright?'

the smile you gift him makes his knees weak. 'please do.'

you don't have to ask him twice.

a/n: sorry for getting carried away with this request but i do hope you will like it! - nini <3

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[thewitchblue]

"Hold this for me. Thanks."

You handed Damian a baby goat before walking away as if nothing had happened. You gave him a light pat on the shoulder as you passed him and a kind smile.

Damian blinked at the goat in his arm before turning back to your retreating figure. Where did you get the goat, and why are you giving it to him? He's an animal lover, true, but unless you have a secret animal farm, what happened? How did you acquire a baby goat? Did you steal it? Assuming you did steal it, why would you steal a goat? What is your motive? To say you kidnapped a kid?

He had only questions and no answers. You were already next to your boyfriend, Dick, so it would be impossible for him to separate you from him for answers. Neither of you ventures far without the other lagging behind. You move as one unit. There would be no answers to his questions unless he can corner you strategically.

He looked at the goat in his arms and decided with a sigh that he was already in love with the innocent doe eyes looking at him. Fine. Dump your kid on him. Maybe you saved it from an abusive farm. He would like to pretend that this is a rescue case and not a kidnapping.

Regardless of how you got it, he walked up to Bruce with the baby goat in his arms. He awkwardly cleared his throat, but Bruce didn't turn around immediately, so he said stiffly,

"Father."

Bruce was on the Batcomputer, but he turned around in his chair to face Damian. The only surprise Bruce showed was slightly raised eyebrows. He sighed softly and petted the goat.

"What do you want to name it?"

He didn't bother asking why he had a goat or what led to him gaining a goat (Bruce knows for a fact he didn't buy that goat and none of the Supers have reported any missing livestock yet). He had long since become used to Damian and his animal loving heart.

Damian had not thought of a name. He glanced back at you. What would you name the goat? Knowing you, you'd probably name it something stupid like Billy, thinking you're funny to name it Billy Goat. It's not even a billy goat. It's a pygmy goat. He thought about it before saying,

"...Noel."

Bruced nodded his approval before turning back to the computer. He was focused on a case. He said,

"Put Noel in with Batcow."

Damian walked away without another word. He held the goat like it was his child. He cradled it as it falls asleep in his arms. How is he going to leave the cave if he doesn't have any hands to do anything besides hold Noel? He'll find out.

Nobody questioned why he now has a baby goat. They merely petted the goat as he passed, but you gave him a grin. You knew he'd like the goat.

He wanted to be mad at you, but he found that he couldn't. He loved Noel already. He held the kid closer to his chest and wrapped it in his Robin cape.

He has no idea how to raise goats, but he will have to figure it out. You just gave him an assignment to research. How does someone raise goats? Will he have to get another one? Farm animals are normally social animals. Would Batcow count as a companion for his new goat? He had no idea, but he realistically should have gotten Batcow a friend already. Titus isn't with her all the time, and she must get lonely. Maybe he'll ask Jon for tips if he can't figure out everything.

He sighed as he looked at the adorable goat in his arms. He hates how much thought was put behind gifting him a goat despite the seemingly randomness of it all.

Damian likes you a lot. However, much to his misfortune, you are not done gifting him thoughtful presents. He has no idea how to handle these thoughtful gifts. He always ends up running away.

He'll eventually learn how to cope with being surrounded by your loving gestures, but for now, he's embarrassed how much you know about him. You know his passions, and you seem to know what's going on in his life.

Every off-handed comment mentioned in passing, you found a way to gift the family something they never thought about buying. Jason was given a therapy dog for his trauma and loneliness, Tim was given a graphic card when he was mentioning he wanted to get into gaming more, Bruce has new upgrades in the Batmobile (which you show him how to use and what everything does), and Dick has you. Kind, compassionate, ever giving you.

You laughed at Dick's side and gave him a quick kiss. You loved this family, and they quickly grew to love you. You fit right into the wacky group of heroes.

Jason pretended to hate seeing the adorable couple, but his romantic heart beats for couples happily in love, even if they are disgustingly so such as Dick and you.

His dog also loved the duo, but the massive dog remained cuddled on his lap as Jason sat on the couch. For some reason, his Newfoundland dog decided she's a lapdog. He was lucky he was as large as the dog, or he'd be drowning in dog fur.

Tim, truthfully, did not care one bit. He appreciated all your knowledge about him, even if it was slightly creepy. How did you know he was missing his favourite sweater? Where did you get the sweater? He doesn't even remember where he got the original. Part of him assumed it was Connor's sweater all along that happened to get mixed in with his stuff.

How did you know Tim has always wanted a specific ring from his father's collection that he was eventually buried wearing? Is this how people feel when Tim "researches" them? You knew too much about him. He can't hide anything no matter how hard he tries. You seem to know everything.

You wrapped your arms around Dick with a grin. You loved this man more than you loved air. He knew it, his siblings knew it, Bruce knew it, and the public knew it. Neither of you was subtle about your relationship, but that's just how your relationship works. You feel like two kids in love.

He leans in and whispers,

"I know you gave that goat to Damian."

You beamed. You weren't trying to be sneaky in the slightest. You loved seeing Damian happy and unguarded. His expression softens, and a small smile spreads across his face. In those short moments, you like to pretend that is default Damian. The soft, kind-hearted kid with so much love to give.

"He will love that goat. I can already imagine the miniature ranch he's slowly gaining. Do you think I should get him a horse next?"

Dick laughed. He loved that your brain was already thinking of the next gift to give his littlest brother.

"How are you going to sneak a horse into the house, cutiepie?"

You smirked. You were already plotting. He narrowed his eyes playfully. What is going on in your brain?

"I don't have to go through the house. I can use the Batcave. All five of you would rush at the triggered alarm."

He shook his head with a smile. You and your little schemes. That would be one way to make an entrance.

"Where are you going to get a horse?"

He didn't like the excited gleam in your eyes. You had a connection somehow. Did Jon tell you where they got their horses? He'll never know. You keep your connections to yourself.

"I know a girl."

You didn't elaborate further despite Dick's pestering, so eventually, he let it go. He won't be surprised if Damian finds a horse in his room after patrol.

[revelboo]

What's your favorite song title?Also can you update Sunny and Side's storyline?

Sure! And depends on the band and the mood I'm in, I guess. Favorite by I Fight Dragons is Save World Get Girl or The Devil You Know, by Ludo it's Scare Me or Overdone, for The Matches it's Clumsy Heart or Little Maggots, for Motion City Soundtrack it's Better Open the Door or Give Up/Give In.

I got him, a RED TFP Optimus and a RED G1 Thundercracker off Mercari for a bit over $30 total. Guessing maybe someone selling off an Ex’s collectibles

Sunstreaker added

Can't Finish What You Started Pt 11

Sunstreaker x Reader, Sideswipe x Reader

• There's a new tension between the three of you, almost a physical weight dragging at you, making you more aware of the twins. Keep catching Sunstreaker watching you when you're sketching, sometimes drifting over to sit at the desk, chin on a fist. Staring at you as you draw until you can feel his optics on you. Like right now. “Do you want to draw, too?” Because the silence is starting to get creepy.

• “No.” Venting as you scrunch your little nose at him before returning to your sketching, he hasn’t been able to stop thinking about the Decepticons taking humans. Or how much you need his protection. You can’t even defend yourself can you? Can’t fight. No natural defenses unless he counts screaming at unpleasant decibels. Tapping a servo against his chin, he reaches with his other hand to pull a sketch you’d abandoned his way to look at.

• “Is there something you do want to do?” You ask with a sigh, because you don’t know what to do with melancholy Sunny. Prefer him standoffish and sure of himself and a tiny bit egotistical. Eyeing his glossy yellow paint, you sit up. “I know you’ve got a polishing cloth hidden on you somewhere,” you say and he frowns until you point at his arm. “Smudge.” And he magically, or at least it is to you despite his attempts to explain subspace storage, produces a rag, hesitating when you hold out both hands. It’s as big as your blankets when he hands it over and you suspect your blankets are just old cleaning cloths. But they’re warm, so you’re not complaining.

• “If I was your size, I wouldn’t be so bossy,” he mutters when you imperiously wave at him to lean his arms on the desk. And then you’re leaning your almost nonexistent weight into rubbing the cloth on his arm in little circles. Surprised at how relaxing it is, almost being lulled by it as he shutters his optics. Has anyone ever taken care of him like this before? He’s always the one worrying over everyone else, taking care of himself. But this is nice.

• You almost don’t notice the rumbling at first and it takes a minute to realize it’s Sunny doing the alien robot equivalent of purring if you had to guess. Biting into the inside of your cheek as you polish the smudges away and listen to the rhythmic, rumbling sound, you study his face. He’s different when he’s but frowning about something, younger somehow. When Sideswipe returns, you shoot him a warning look. For all the good it does. Sighing when Sides flicks his twin in the back of the helm and Sunny almost knocks his chair over lunging to his feet with a growl.

• Grinning and evading Sunny, he glances at you and that’s all it takes for Sunny to get him in a headlock. Struggling as you fold your little arms and watch. Unbothered by their sparring. “How come you’re polishing him?” He pouts, trying to get loose as Sunny growls at him and gives him a shove. “Because your paint is a lost cause just like you,” Sunstreaker says, without any real heat. And as you roll your eyes at both of them, Sideswipe can’t help but grin. Because Sunny had let you help him instead of insisting he could do it himself like he always does. Accepting help from you.

Previous

[heartswithinreach]

LaDS with a chubby MC

Xavier

As long as you're happy and healthy, who cares that you have a little extra weight? Not Xavier. He'll never stop looking at you like you hung in the stars in the sky.

He's so smitten it completely takes him off guard if you tell him you don't like the way you look sometimes.

If you say something bad about your body and he's within earshot, he'll get very serious and make you apologize to yourself. He won’t let anyone talk about his partner that way, not even you.

Your thighs are his favorite pillow. If you sit still long enough, he’ll slowly slide his way over and before you know it, Xavier’s face is pressed into your stomach and his arms are tight around your waist. It's the slowest takeover ever yet he's so subtle it surprises you sometimes. You'll look down while you're reading a book and suddenly he's there, napping away.

Your thighs are also his favorite target. He’s obsessed. He's biting them, he's stroking them from your hips to your calves, he wants them around his waist, across his lap, over his shoulders. He doesn't care who sees him like this. He's in heaven let the poor boy rest.

Rafayel

Rafayel has loved you countless times and in so many different ways. Do you really think something as trifle as physical appearances would keep him from you?

Absolutely ZERO MC slander will be tolerated in his presence. One unfortunate soul had the audacity to ask Rafayel why he settled for someone who looks like you during one of his exhibits and the havoc that followed was the talk of Linkon’s elite for months.

The only thing that saved the offender from being thrown into the sea was your forgiveness and a promise from Thomas that person would be banned from ever attending another one of Rafayel’s art exhibits. Rafayel clung to you for the rest of the night, distracting you from any insecurities by pointing out all the ways you inspired each of his paintings.

Rafayel encourages you to wear the clothes you like, not the ones you use to hide. He loves seeing you wear something new and daring when you come to visit him at Whitesand Bay and will always hype you up as you deserve.

When it comes to learning not to worry so much about what other people think or say, there’s no better teacher than Rafayel.

Zayne

Like Xavier, as long as you're healthy, your weight doesn’t matter to him.

But what does matter to Zayne is when you tear yourself down after he compliments how you look. It boggled him into stunned silence the first time he heard you say such things because you are the standard of beauty for him. It’s a violation of what he believes to be simple truth when you deny how beautiful you are.

Zayne creates a flow chart in his mind to counter every fault you find in your appearance and gently reminds you to be kinder to yourself as often as he needs to.

As your physician, he knows your body is doing everything it can to keep you alive and healthy, therefore, you should show it the same care and respect. If you decide to take up exercising, Zayne will help you make a workout plan that works with your heart and stamina and will exercise with you to keep you motivated.

Zayne knows a well-earned treat is good for the spirit so he's the best person to indulge in comfort food completely judgement free.

Sylus

You are all that Sylus adores. He knows he stares at you too much but he truly can’t help it. Softness has no place in the life he’s had to live without you and now that you’ve returned to him, he intends to get his fill of you.

But he isn't blind. The closer you two become, the more doubt creeps into your mind until you pull away from him entirely, ashamed as you ask if he's truly attracted to you as you are.

Sylus is immediately seething but he makes it clear he is not angry with you. He would never blame you for what you feel. Obviously, outside influences are at fault for making you think you could ever be undesirable to him. So, as soon as he knows he's allowed, he's unapologetically tactile and vocal. How can you feel anything less than perfect when you’re loved so completely?

He still wants the names of everyone who's ever made you feel unworthy, of course. Just to have a little chat.

Sylus will definitely use your measurements as some sort of passcode, along with your birthday and your anniversaries. He has a lot of armories and a lot of safe houses, okay.

[greengoblinswifey]

Without You—Luigi Mangione x Fem!Reader

summary— After Luigi’s arrested, your whole world comes crashing down. Even more so after discovering you’re pregnant. based on this request.

warnings— heavy angst, L bombs, pregnancy, mentions of abortion, miscarriage, mentions of blood, slight fluff.

“l love you sweetheart, I’m just visiting my parents for a couple days. I’ll be back before you know it.”

Those were the last words Luigi had said to you before the events of December 9th unfolded. After his arrest, you felt like a shell of your former self, stressed and worried for his well being.

Being so caught up in his case, traveling hours to visit him in prison and having countless depressing meetings with his lawyer, you hadn’t noticed your period was missing for weeks. When you finally noticed, you brushed it off as due to stress. You had much bigger fish to fry than a late period.

The air in the court room was tense as Luigi pleaded not guilty. You knew they didn’t believe him and were solely focused on pinning the murder on someone convenient. The stress had been taking a toll on you but you had to be strong for your boyfriend. You would be by his side no matter what and you had faith he would not be found guilty and would finally come home.

After it was over, you were barely able to say a word to him. They treated him like he was a mass murderer.

“I love you, amore,” he muttered, giving you the best hug he could with his hands cuffed.

“I love you. I miss you so much,” you sobbed, making an officer roll his eyes.

“Don’t cry. It’s gonna be okay, this will all be over soon. Stay strong for me, amore.” And with that, he was dragged away by officers, hurling curses and begging them to let him finish speaking with you.

His treatment made your heart ache and you ran to the bathroom to throw up. The whole situation made you sick to your stomach but as he said, you had to be strong for him.

After reapplying your lip gloss and exiting the court, you were bombarded by journalists shoving their microphones and cameras in your face.

“How does it feel to be the girlfriend of an alleged murderer?”

“Are you planning on ending the relationship?”

“Will the relationship progress if Mr. Mangione gets life in prison?”

“How do you feel about what the crimes he has committed?”

You shoved your way through the reporters, utterly disgusted at their lack of empathy and inappropriate questions. If you answered them in the way you wanted, they would’ve surely dragged your name through the media. Instead of hurling insults, you opted to stay silent, walking briskly to your car and driving home.

The house was lonely without him. Usually, you would be in the living room watching movies together with his hand wrapped securely around you. Now, the sofa felt cold as you stared at the television, watching news reports about him and the case.

The days passed in a depressing blur, you spoke to Luigi on the phone everyday and although the situation was unfavorable, he still managed to stay positive. The letters he had been receiving from supporters helped him stay afloat and you did your part by advocating for him online and humanizing him. He wasn’t the cold-blooded killer the media made him out to be. Luigi was kind, intelligent and the most loving person you had ever met.

Each morning, before Luigi would call, you were bent over the toilet, spilling out your insides vomiting. In moments like these, you wished he was there to hold your curls and rub your back. A few times you would even miss his calls, so caught up in throwing up that you didn’t hear your phone ring.

When you finally answered, he was concerned even though you were the one who should’ve been worried about him.

“Are you okay, amore? I called twice before and you didn’t pick up,” Luigi’s soft voice said.

“I’m so sorry Lu, I’ve been really sick these past few days. When you called I was throwing up.” As you spoke, you felt bile coming up and you ran back to the bathroom.

“That’s terrible, baby. I wish I was there to take care of you. You need to see a doctor immediately, I don’t want to call back and you haven’t seen one,” he said, sternly but lovingly.

After speaking with him a bit more, you ended the call and decided to head to the hospital immediately.

As you sat waiting on a doctor, you were given sympathetic stares. You hadn’t expected so many people to recognize you as Luigi’s girlfriend. As you entered the room, you were greeted by the doctor.

“Good morning. I’m so sorry about what’s been happening to Luigi,” she began, “you’re a strong woman. I hope it all works out for you both.”

You thanked her, grateful for her kind words in the midst of the storm and explained how you had been feeling for the past few days.

“I understand but just a quick question, when was the last time you had your period?”

Confusion was etched on your face at her question. “W-well, we’re in January so probably, early October.”

She hummed in response and took your fluids to run a few tests then gave you two sticks. Your eyes widened at the pregnancy tests in front of you but the words you wanted to say couldn’t leave your lips.

“Just take the tests,” she said, rubbing your back.

Sighing, you went into the small bathroom and peed on both tests, a million thoughts running through your head. Was your doctor suggesting you were pregnant? You couldn’t be, could you? It was just the stress of Luigi being in prison and the possibility of him never leaving. You couldn’t be pregnant. Now wasn’t the time for you to be pregnant.

A knock at the door startled you and you exited the bathroom, not even bothering to look at the tests.

“I don’t want to look at it, can you do it for me, please?” you said to the doctor and she obliged.

“Sweetie, congratulations. You’re pregnant.”

Pregnant. Your heart thumped in your chest at her words. This was just too much.

“I-I can’t be, what do my other tests results say?” you asked.

“They’ll come back as positive too but if you’re still not believing, let’s do an ultrasound.”

She lathered your stomach in cold gel and as you looked down, you realized it was a bit plump. A baby was possibly growing inside you. The transducer glided across your stomach and as you stared at the monitor in front of you, you saw it.

In black and white, you saw the small outline of a fetus. It was tiny but you couldn’t miss it as it moved around a bit.

“There’s your baby,” you doctor beamed, pointing to the screen.

All you wanted to do was burst into tears but you didn’t want to cry in front of her. After thanking the doctor for her time, you headed home, a heavy weight pressing down upon you.

The flood gates opened as you swung open the front door. You were pregnant. What were you going to do? Your boyfriend was in prison and with the way things were going, he wouldn’t be out for a while. You and Luigi had never even discussed having children as yet. Well, you had, but it was always said to possibly happen after you guys were married and well established in your respective careers.

How would you navigate pregnancy in a situation like this? You were spiraling, not sure what to do and you hadn’t stop crying since you arrived home. The only thing you thought to do was call your mother. Since Luigi’s arrest, she had completely isolated from you after realizing you were going to give your boyfriend unwavering support. Despite her demanding you break the relationship off, you stayed with him and supported him publicly. Wanting no part, claiming you would bring “shame” upon her, she had stopped speaking to you.

With shaky hands, you held the phone up to your ear, wondering if she would even pick up.

“Have you finally decided to end your relationship with that murderer?” your mother inquired, as soon as she answered.

Tears flooded your eyes again and you scoffed. “Enough mom, I’m not breaking up with Luigi. Especially not now. Mom, I’m pregnant.”

She paused for a moment. You could feel the shock through the phone. “This is exactly what I was afraid of. How could you be so irresponsible? You’re pregnant for him of all people. And out of wed lock at that. Now look at you, pregnant, unmarried and a baby mama to a man in prison,” she snapped.

“You think I wanted this? You think I wanted to be pregnant? You think I wanted them to lock him up? We were going to get married eventually, mom but life fucking happened. If you aren’t going to be there for me then I don’t want you in mine or my baby’s life if I keep it,” you retorted, voice shaky.

“If you keep it? No daughter of mine will even think about getting an abortion. Own your mistakes and the shame you brought upon yourself. You don’t get to take the easy way out.”

Her words made you nauseous again. “It’s my body and my choice. You don’t get to tell me what to do especially with the way you’ve treated me. I’m not your daughter anymore, you’ve made that clear through your words and actions. A mother supports her daughter and treats her with respect no matter what. Get off my phone.”

Before she could yell again, you ended the call. You curled up into a ball on your bed and cried, the only person who could comfort you was Luigi, and he wasn’t even here.

In just two days, you would be visiting him. It would be better to tell him the news in person rather than on a phone call. God, did you even want to tell him? Would he take it as good news or bad news? Would he want you to keep it or abort it? Did you even want to keep it? Did you want to abort it?

A million questions infiltrated your thoughts. How could you know what reaction you wanted from him when you weren’t sure of what decision you wanted to make. But you did know one thing, Luigi loved you and the life growing inside of you was a part of you. He would love it just the same. Maybe this was the good news he needed and the calm in the storm.

For the next two days, you spoke to your boyfriend over the phone, trying your hardest not to spill the news. You needed his comfort but you’d just have to wait, and finally, the day came for you to see him again.

Your heart skipped a beat seeing Luigi’s gaze meet yours. He had his signature smile on and you ran into his arms and hugged him tightly.

“I missed you so much.” You immediately bursted into tears, not sure if it was the hormones or just that you truly just missed him—probably both.

He cupped your face, using his thumb to wipe away your tears. “Don’t cry amore, you’re seeing me now aren’t you?”

You sat across from each other, your hand in his as he stared into your eyes lovingly. “You have no idea how much I miss looking at you every morning. Every night, every day. It’s hell without you.”

Tears threatened to spill from your eyes again. How could you go through your pregnancy all alone?

“Lu, I have something I need to tell you,” you said simply.

His thick eyebrows furrowed in confusion but he still held your hands tightly.

“I did what you said and went to the doctor,” you started, and he squeezed your hand reassuringly. “I’m pregnant, Lu.”

His breath caught in his throat and he gazed into your eyes before pulling you in for a hug. “My baby is carrying my baby,” he said, almost in disbelief.

“I didn’t know how you’d react, I don’t even know what to do,” you sobbed.

He kissed away your tears. He didn’t know what to do either but he had to be strong for you now.

“Whatever decision you make, I fully support you. But you being pregnant? I’m not mad at that. That’s the best news I’ve heard in a long time.”

You leaned over and pressed a kiss to his lips, his understanding doing so much for you in that moment. It was a complex situation but having Luigi by your side made you feel as though it would all work out.

“I’m so scared, Lu,” you murmured.

“Me too, amore. But it’s going to work out. I have you, you have me, no matter how far away from each other we are. It doesn’t matter if I’m behind these walls,” he retorted.

You nodded your head, leaning into his warm touch on your cheek.

The rest of the visit you spoke about how he was feeling and how you were managing alone. His conditions weren’t the best but you were doing everything you could and speaking to everyone in high positions of power to rectify whatever issues there were in the prison.

You kissed Luigi like it was the last time you’d see him and by the time you arrived back at your house, you could still taste him on your lips.

Your happiness didn’t last long as after a few days, you were bombarded with messages from your mother and other relatives. They blew up your phone with insults, accusing you of choosing a man over your mother and claiming you brought disgrace and embarrassment upon your family by getting pregnant.

Clearly, your mother chose her own pride over you and her potential grandchild. You were not the one to be blamed here but their insults never ceased. You resorted to blocking them, the stress of the situation putting you in a dark place.

It didn’t help that floating around the media was if Luigi was convicted of federal charges, he would face the death penalty. You knew they didn’t have much evidence but that didn’t stop you from being utterly broken and terrified of the possibility.

But despite that, you had finally come to a decision. After much internal battle, you decided to keep the baby.

“I’m going to be a dad?” Luigi beamed over the phone. He was ecstatic.

“Yes, Lu, and I know you’re going to be the best dad that you can be.” Tears rolled down your cheeks even though you tried to be positive.

“And you’re going to be an amazing mother. Thank you for giving me this opportunity, amore. I’ll always be here.”

He had to end the call and with your hormones raging, you couldn’t stop the tears from flowing. You were happy to keep the baby, but you were going to be alone for most—if not all of your pregnancy. He would miss doctors appointments, kicks, watching you grow—almost everything. It made your heart ache.

You thought your relatives had cooled down but they began finding your social media accounts. They left nasty comments calling your baby a “bastard child”, telling you that Luigi was a murderer and your baby would grow up with their father in prison or hopefully dead. Their comments made you sick and it affected you deeply. These were the people that were supposed to be supportive and nurturing. Instead, they were the ones that caused you the most harm.

One night, you woke up in excruciating agony. The pain you felt surpassed any cramps you’d ever experienced and you practically crawled to the bathroom and sat on the toilet trying to comfort yourself. You sat there for what felt like hours, clutching your stomach and passing whatever came out of you.

Looking into the toilet, it was filled with an unmistakable red hue. It was blood, and you could see something that looked like a small fetus. You couldn’t breathe—couldn’t speak. The stress of the last few days had caused you to have a miscarriage. That night, you lay on the bathroom floor sobbing, even crying out for Luigi but you knew he wouldn’t come. You cried until you fell asleep and the next morning, you finally had the courage to flush the toilet.

You called and informed your doctor of the miscarriage and she was devastated. She suggesting coming in but you refused, the only person you wanted to see was Luigi. You didn’t want to go back there, all it would do was remind you of the baby you lost. The hope you lost.

The drive to the detention center was long and treacherous with you zoning out multiple times. Somehow, you arrived safely and seeing Luigi’s face made you burst into tears.

“Sweetheart, hey, what’s wrong?” he asked, his hands holding yours.

Clutching your stomach, you slowly looked up at him. “I lost the baby, Lu. I had a miscarriage, I’m so sorry.”

Luigi had tears in his eyes and he felt as if the world was closing in on him. “I’m so sorry. I’m so fucking sorry that happened. Don’t apologize, it’s not your fault. None of this is your fault. God, I’m so sorry you went through that alone, I’d give anything to have been there.”

Luigi hugged you for as long as he could. You didn’t have much to say, his presence and support was enough. You were all each other had.

“I wanted you to be a dad, Lu,” you began, “I wanted us to have a family. This baby gave me hope. It gave you hope, it made you so happy.”

“I know, baby. I wish things would’ve been different. I’m so sorry that happened. You don’t deserve any of this.”

Inevitably, visiting hours were over and you reluctantly had to leave. You didn’t know how you’d survive however long without him. Without him being next to you each morning and each night. Without him being there to hold you close whenever you would start crying.

It seemed like a long, hard road ahead but no matter what, no matter the distance or circumstance, you had Luigi. The situation wasn’t perfect but he was the perfect man. You weren’t sure when you’d get over losing the baby—or if you get over it but each day was a small step closer to getting better. One day, it was all going to be alright.

[libraryofloveletters]

chapter ten: as deep as my love goes

Sebastian Vettel x Fem!Reader

Warnings: confused feelings from seb, y/n and seb have it out, one swear word lol, Lilly bashing, seb is an idiot, baby sitter mick!, micheal mentions <333, a bit (a lot) of disagreement, wise words from mick and a surprise that I know all of you will love at the end.

Word Count: 2.3k

Author’s Note: for the millionth time in this series, I apologize for the absence I've taken from writing. it's been so hectic and I've had a lot of new developments in my life that's been keeping me away from writing. I will try my best to get the next chapter out to y'all in a timely manner. thank you for sticking with me! <3

sugar and spice; all things nice masterlist

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It had been a hectic few days for Sebastian. between the end of the school year for the girls and Lilly's re-emergence, he had been in a head spin.

You were the string keeping him together, keeping him wrapped up with a neat little bow.

It was clear to see that Lilly's pop-in had Seb on edge, it didn't take a genius to figure that out but you weren't worried. Sebastian was 100 and 10% committed to you and only you. But call it woman's intuition, you had a bad feeling that there was more to it than Seb was letting on.

As you thought, Sebastian's feelings weren't in terms of commitment, he loves you more than he loved anything in his life - other than his daughter of course.

But did he do the right thing? Was it fair of him to decide for Milly if she could or couldn't have a relationship with her mother? Especially if said mother has come back looking for her.

It left him no choice but to confide in his girlfriend; the same girlfriend who beats him to the question.

"What's wrong?" Your voice was soft, your thumb brushing over his hand.

Seb's eyes move from whatever he was looking at, to you. It was date night and Mick was at Seb's place watching the girls. "What makes you think something is wrong, darling?"

You huffed a laugh, giving him a knowing head tilt. "I can see the wrinkles developing on your forehead. So spit it out. What is it?"

Sebastian lets out a sigh. He looks at you, completely deflated and your heart sinks. you have no idea what he was going to say but you knew it had something to do with Lilly, his sigh alone told you as much. Your thumb continued to rub over this hand, giving him some sort of reassurance that you were there for him, no matter what.

"Did I do the right thing?" He says quietly, his voice drowned by the noise in the restaurant.

Your brows furrowed as you looked at your boyfriend. "What do you mean? Right thing in terms of.. what?"

"Lilly," he sighs. "I feel like I'm taking Milly away from her mother."

"You're not taking her away from anyone, Sebastian. Lilly walked out of her life and didn't even look back for her. I understand walking out on a man, I'm not saying what she did to you was right, but how could you walk out on your child? That's not a mother, Seb. No mother would do that."

"She came back."

You couldn't help the scoff. "Yeah, what? 6 years later? What does that say about her, Seb? Suddenly she's ready to be a mom so you should let her back in Milly's life? What about all those things Milly went through without her? Milly is fine, she'll be okay without her."

Your words didn't have any malicious meaning behind it; you genuinely meant that Milly would be fine. Kids are resilient and Milly was no exception.

"She's not fine." Sebastian tells you, looking at you. "She doesn't have a mother, Y/n."

His words hit you like a freight train. What did he mean she didn't have a mother? You were her mother. Not biologically of course but you were the closest thing to a mother Milly had other than her grandmother and you had been in her life since she was in kindergarten.

A lot longer than her mother.

Sebastian's face softens when he sees the look on your face. He instantly realizes what he said and how wrong that was. He squeezes your hand, the words come tumbling out of his mouth.

"No, no, no. Y/n, that's not what I meant. You know that. You know what I meant, right? I love you, Milly loves you."

"Yeah, no, of course." You say, taking your hand away from his. "You're right, I'm not her mother."

You get up, grabbing your coat and your purse before walking out. Sebastian quickly followed, he dropped some cash on the table before rushing out after you. He called your name, chasing after you through the parking lot. You ignored his words, walking to your truck.

Sebastian catches up, grabbing your arm gently.

"Y/n please, c'mon. You know I didn't mean it like that."

"You're right, Sebastian. I'm not her mother." You say flatly. The sweet soft voice he loved so much was full of coldness and disdain tonight and it was killing him.

At this point, it'd be less painful if you stuck your hand in his chest and pulled his heart out.

"If you think she can do with a mother, why don't you call Lilly back, Sebastian? You can play house with her until she ups and changes her mind again."

Your words were filled with poison. He knew you were upset but the tone of your voice hurt him more than the words did.

"That's not fair."

"You want to talk about what's not fair? What's not fair is you saying I'm not her mother despite being the only woman who's ever cared for her. Her own mother walked out and didn't even looked back for her and you have the fucking audacity to tell me that I'm not her mother? I love her like my own child, she basically is and this is how you treat me?"

"That's not what I meant at all, y/n. Let me explain." He takes a step closer and you take a step back, pulling away from him.

"No, forget it. Forget you. Go back to Lilly, I hope you can have the happy family you always wanted." You spat.

The words sunk into Seb's heart, pulling at the deepest strings as he watched you get into the truck and drive off. Sebastian was standing in the middle of the parking lot, staring at the parking space that once held your truck.

He didn't know what happened or how it happened, he just stood there, dumbfounded.

You drove off, knuckles white from how tightly you were gripping the steering wheel. Liv was at Seb's and you knew she'd be safe there so you figured you'd go home, take the night to yourself and cool off.

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Sebastian finds himself at his front door, the uber pulled out of the driveway as he stuck the key in the lock. His coat on the rack; his, Milly's and Liv's, Mick's as well. There's still an empty space, your space.

He walked into the house quietly, the sound of giggles filling his ears as he rounded the corner to see the two girls on the floor, clipping on bows to Mick's dog, Angie. She had shaggy fur, long enough for them to dress her up without hurting her. The dog laid on the floor patiently as the girls attached different coloured bows and Mick sat on the couch, recording them, probably to send the video to his girlfriend.

"Hey," Seb says quietly.

Milly and Liv look up. "Hi papa!" "Hi Mr Seb!"

He smiles at the girls, the sight of them warming his heart. You would have loved this, you probably would have joined them in dolling up Angie. Mick glances at Sebastian, noticing the lack of you.

"Where's mama?" Liv asks, looking at Seb. He freezes for a minute. "She had a work emergency, honey."

Liv nods, not thinking otherwise but Mick did. He stops recording.

"Who wants to watch Smurfs?" He says, all excited as he reaches for the remote. The girls cheer and climb up on the couch, Mick puts the movie off for them before getting up, Angie replaces him on the couch and is cuddled up between the two girls who were now petting her.

Mick pats Seb's shoulder and Seb follows Mick to the kitchen. The younger German leans into the fridge to get two beers, opening them and passing one to Seb. He watches as Seb takes a long sip before sighing, putting the bottle on the counter.

"Okay," Mick starts. "Where is Y/n? Because I might not be an architect but I'm smart enough to know that nobody has a building emergency at 10 o'clock at night."

Sebastian sighs again, heavy and deep as if he's carrying the weight of the world on his shoulders. Sebastian speaks, spilling everything that happened at dinner, in the restaurant and in the parking lot.

Mick listens, his face neutral as he tries to hear Sebastian out. Seb finishes explaining and Mick nods, taking a sip of his beer before speaking.

"Are you stupid?"

"Mick!" Seb groans, elbows on the counter with his face in his palms.

The younger man shakes his head, setting his bottle on the counter. "No seriously, are you insane, Sebastian? Why would you even say that to her?"

"She asked!" Seb says, groaning.

"Okay but would you have liked it if she told you that you weren’t like Liv’s father? I know you aren’t biologically but you basically are, you and y/n are a team, you have to work this out. If not for yourselves but for the sake of the girls."

Seb looked at Mick, not only was he right but he sounded so much like his father. Seb can't help the smile on his face as he looked at the younger boy; the splitting image of his dad.

"When did you get so wise?" He asks.

Mick just pats Seb's shoulder. "Work it out with her, okay?"

Seb nods, getting up. "Can you watch the girls for a bit longer?"

"Yeah man, no worries. But if you're going to hers, maybe don't? Give her the night to cool off. You guys don't want to say more things that you regret."

Seb nods and pulls his phone out of his pocket. "How about a text?"

"A text can work." Mick says, walking off to the living room and leaving Seb in the kitchen.

It took him a few minutes to actually send it, he kept rewriting the text over and over again before he decided on a simple short statement.

From Sebastian: I'm so sorry. I never meant to hurt you.

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The phone was on the bed when you woke up, you see Sebastian's text from the night before and you don't bother to answer, you send back a message of your own.

To Sebastian: I'll be by to pick you Liv in a bit.

You leave the phone on the bed to go brush your teeth but by the time you walk into the bathroom, you hear the phone buzz. Walking back over, you see a response from Sebastian.

From Sebastian: See you soon.

It's a bit past 10:30 when you head over to Seb's, the girls would be up and you could pick up Liv and head out without having to deal with Seb.

You understood where he was coming from last night, you're not an unreasonable woman but it did hurt when he said Milly didn't have a mother because you were her mother, you have been since she and Liv became friends.

The truck parked in the driveway, you walk up to the door and knock. It sounds quiet, maybe the girls were up in Milly's room. Sebastian opens the door.

"Where's Liv?" You ask and Seb smiles softly. "Good morning to you too, Y/n."

"Yeah." You nod, shifting from one foot to the other. "Morning."

Seb opens the door a little wider, letting you step inside and you do, only because it's chilly. "Where's Liv?"

"At breakfast with Milly and Mick." Seb says casually, shutting the door. "You didn't think to tell me that?" You turn to look at him.

Seb shrugged. "You didn't say what time you were coming by. Plus I thought they'd be back by now. I'm sure they talked Mick into buying them something else."

"And you're not with them because?"

"I was waiting for you."

You huffed, Sebastian smiles. "Coffee?" He says, already walking to the kitchen. Well, you couldn't stand in the doorway like a crazy woman. You followed him into the kitchen, sitting on the stool while he made you coffee.

There's a tension building in the kitchen, thick enough that you could almost see it.

You were both waiting.

For the other to speak first. To apologize. But neither of you were willing to give in, not yet.

Sebastian placed the steaming mug on the counter in front of you, His eyes lingered on you, as if he was waiting for you to say something, anything, but you didn’t.

“Here,” he said, one word, but it carried the weight of everything unsaid between you. “I… I’m sorry about last night.”

You met his eyes, feeling the flicker of vulnerability there. It wasn’t enough to erase the hurt, but it was a start. You stared at the coffee, then back at him, the tension still palpable.

Maybe, just maybe, something had shifted.

"Okay." You say quietly, taking a small sip of the coffee.

Sebastian’s eyes softened, a mix of regret and something deeper, something unreadable. He leaned against the counter, a sigh escaping his lips as he rubbed the back of his neck. “I should’ve never said that last night,” he murmured, his eyes meeting yours. “I… I didn’t mean it.”

You hum, the weight of the words he’d thrown at you the night before was still fresh. But there was something in the way he said it now, like he was trying to unbury himself from a mess he'd created.

He looks at you, his voice a little more certain this time. “Lilly might be her mother biologically, but you’re more of a mother to her than Lilly ever has been. You’re all she knows.”

The words hit harder than expected, something inside you tightening, your heart swelling in a mix of pride and guilt. You opened your mouth, ready to argue, to ask him what would happen if Lilly came back, if things changed, but before you could speak, he cut you off.

“There’s no but,” he said quickly, stopping the thought before you could say anything, as if he knew exactly what you were going to say to him. “Except yours."

You can't help but roll your eyes; only Sebastian would ruin a sweet moment with a comment about your ass.

"She needs you. You are Milly’s mother.”

The way he said it, so simply, so firmly, it settled deep into you. You looked down at the coffee mug in your hands, the weight of his words lingering, but something had shifted in the space between you. The silence felt different now. Less suffocating, more like something you could work with.

Maybe he was right. Maybe you were Milly’s mother. At least, in every way that mattered.

Sebastian rounded the counter, taking your hands in his. He looks at you, his heart at ease that you were here with him. He could see from the look on your face that you were willing to work with him, to keep going, you weren't pulling away.

"I can't wait for you to be Milly's mom, for real."

Your brows furrow, looking at Sebastian. Your eyes widen as you feel and see him lower himself onto the ground in front of you, he's on one knee, looking up at you.

"Y/n, you know," he started, his voice quiet at first, gathering strength, "I never thought I’d find love again. Not after everything. But then I met you. You’re not just the love of my life, you’re my best friend. The person who gets me in a way no one else does. You make everything better just by being in it."

He paused, looking down for a second, his thoughts catching up with his heart. "When I thought I’d lost it all, I thought I lost you, I never imagined I’d find someone who makes me want to try again, who makes me feel like I’m home. And now, I can’t imagine my life without you."

His gaze met yours, soft but sure. “I’m so glad I found you, Y/N. So, so grateful that you’re here. And I can’t wait to raise Liv and Milly with you, to share everything with you. Because with you, I know we’ll be okay.”

Sebastian’s voice softened, but it was full of love. “I love you. I love you more than I ever thought I was capable of. And I want to spend the rest of my life proving that to you.”

He took a deep breath, his hands trembling slightly as he squeezed for yours. “So, will you marry me? Will you make this family, this life… ours?"

Your eyes full of tears, your heart beating out of your chest as you nodded. "Yes, yes of course I'll marry you, Seb." Your hands move from his to his cheeks, holding them as you leant down to kiss him. You didn't let go until Sebastian stood up again, his arms around your waist.

"I'm sorry I didn't have a ring, I wasn't.. uh, planning to propose right now. I wanted to do something magical and worthy of you. I'll buy a ring and do it again."

"Doesn't matter," you tell him, you could care less about a ring. "As long as I have you, I have everything I need."

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[gojoidyll]

stubborn heart ch. 11

yan!capitano x wife!reader

summary | or in which capitano is told he needs a wife. and he begrudgingly agrees.

previous | next

Some Years Ago.

Your fingers were cold, frost-bitten almost as your breath felt heavy in your lungs. Your feet sunk in the snow, your knees wobbled in the wind, the sheer cold ate away at you slowly, like a beast tearing into flesh.

With your teeth chattering and your arms hugging yourself, you pushed forward. Your eyes focused on the group ahead of you. Due to the recent attacks from the Abyss, you were forced to leave your home with your friends and neighbors. Your family…long forgotten in the graves under the snow.

Every once and awhile someone would turn their head to make sure you and any other stragglers were keeping up and didn’t fall too far behind. But even if you fell in the snow and refused to get back up, it wasn’t like they were going to walk back to get you. Which was fine, you didn’t expect them too.

“Shit!”

“How did they already catch up to us?!”

“We have to run!”

Blinking slowly, tiredly almost, you looked up at the commotion ahead of you and saw everyone trying to run through the thick snow. Pressing your lips together, you looked behind you.

The abyss.

Dark portals materialized out of thin air as monsters started to peek through. Just like what happened in the village. They appeared out of nowhere. And once the first wave stepped out, they too took off in a sprint right towards you and the group ahead of you. Turning back around, you tried to run too, but your feet just seemed to sink deeper into the snow before you got tripped up and fell face first.

You tried to stand back up, but your exhaustion got the better of you. You couldn’t bring yourself to get back up. You closed your eyes. Maybe the cold will take you before the abyss does.

“Whatever you do. Close your eyes and don’t come out.”

Your eyes snapped open at the new voice, but before you could look up a heavy coat was thrown over you. An immediate warmth seemed to engulf you, shielding you from the wind that was cutting right through you a second before. And outside of the coat, you could hear it. You could hear the distinct sounds of blades clashing and the familiar cries of weapons cutting flesh. But you didn’t dare look nor did you come out from the confines of the coat that covered you. And all too soon the sounds of fighting died completely. The only thing you could register were the heavy footsteps crunching into the snow and making its way towards you.

“Can you stand?”

The voice echoed from outside of the coat.

You opened your mouth to say you couldn’t, but when you did, no sound came out.

All too quickly your world was quickly flipped when you felt yourself get picked up, the coat was still heavy around you and covered you completely, so you couldn’t see your savior.

“Is your family among the people ahead?”

You shook your head, hoping your savior could see the movement from beneath the coat.

“Alright…,” he said as he began the trek towards them as you shivered within his hold.

After being saved that day, you would find yourself as a member of the House of the Hearth under Lord Arlecchino’s command. Your savior remaining both nameless and faceless.

“Whatever you do. Close your eyes and don’t come out.”

Present Time.

You doubted that that person would save you again, but you held onto to those words. Just close your eyes and don’t come out. You chanted it to yourself as you sought the safety of the small confines of the carriage.

And with a bated breath you waited.

“Come on, she’s in here!”

“Well, get the door open!”

“I swear, if she ain’t here-“

“Oh shut it and just open the damn door.”

You closed your eyes when the handle to the carriage door shook, the people behind it trying to yank the handle as hard as they could.

“Wait, what was that?”

“What,” one of voices said, obviously frustrated that they stopped trying to open the door.

“That sound!”

“What sound?!”

“Just shut up and listen!”

You hugged your coat tightly and tried your best to block out everything. You didn’t want to hear anything, didn’t want to think, didn’t want to feel.

You didn’t-

You jumped when you heard the handle again, this time it turned slowly which was a stark contrast to how it was being pulled on before, but you refused to acknowledge whoever opened that door, well, not until you felt the carriage shift as someone stepped inside and a presence sit right next to you. Their shoulder brushing lightly against your own, as if waiting for you to open your eyes and look.

“Wife.”

Capitano’s voice surprised you, it truly did, but a part of you still refused to believe that it was, so you kept your eyes closed. It wasn’t until you felt his arm wrap itself around your shoulders and pull you close did you finally open your eyes.

“Husband,” you finally said, your voice barely above a whisper.

“Let’s go home.”

His words were simple, and you had many questions, like how he got to you so quickly, how he found you, what happened out there, but…

“Close your eyes.”

And you did.

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[thehelltingvilleclub]

Helltingville Epilogues

Want some old men? have old men and the lonely rat bastard Captain Dickey.

From left to right:

Jerry - Mandi - Cherri (Left) - William "Buck" Titus (Right) - Bill - May - Pete - Jane - Amari (Matt's younger sister) - Josh - Matt

dude this took me too long

but man do I love all of em

Jerry and Mandi don't end up together permanently-- but they do have their kids together. I genuinely imagine Jerry ends up like Scout TF2 style as a single dad to like 4 kids but he loves them all equally and gives them all the attention he can.

And when he can't handle them all, he'll just drag Bill over and make him deal with them.

Yes, in Helltingville the gang stick together.. kind of. Like old friends that happen to live nearby-- they meet up occasionally, they keep tabs on each other online, they might even have a christmas party together, but they definitely are not hanging out regularly like they did as kids.

Jerry and May's anxiety can't take it, Josh's heart can't take it, and Bill can't take the guilt of knowing that, so its sparingly, but they'll keep in touch.

During the heavy confrontation after Comicon and after, Bill kinda.. hit rock bottom? Like if he hit rock bottom as a teenager then he hit the bottom of satan's fucking boot. Getting reemed out by Matt, disgusting looks from everyone and even his sister, seeing everyone so happy without him--

he struggles with that, and he hates it. He gets so unbelievably angry with himself for being both equally stupid and selfish. He shouldn't be upset about this! They're just stupid fake fans that don't understand him, right? then why the hell is he three bottles in and he still feels like shit?

Jerry and May keep tabs on Bill the most, checking on him and forcing him into therapy. Jerry uses him as a free babysitter, May enjoys the company when she isn't on set with Pete, and Bill isn't passed out drunk in his mom's basement.

Jane and Amari were enemies in high school, they actually hated each others GUTS. Amari was captain of the cheerleading team and Jane had her punk girl gang. And yet, in college, they managed to get together and put aside their differences. (Plus, Amari has the same infatuation problem as Matt... and her type is scrawny women that could stab a bitch, apparently).

Matt does develop a bit.. of an alcohol issue. He's so stressed from work, worried about Josh and his health, BILL being ALIVE, Bill being NEAR HIM, Bill staring at his SISTER bro his liver is crying.

Josh.. kind of knows. He can tell that Matt drinks at dinner and maybe a sip or two before bed, but He doesn't want to step out of line and make Matt upset. The last thing he wants is to upset his fiance and get yelled at again for being useless. He doesn't need to go down memory lane.

Cherri develops a vocal stim similar to Jerry, and struggles to talk otherwise and is usually hiding behind him whenever they aren't in their room. Buck, on the other hand, will not stop asking questions or shut the fuck up. this kid has enough energy to power the sun and his brain never turns off. Sorry Bill, you're gonna have to explain the entire Star Trek lore because you mentioned Star Logs and did the Vulcan Salute and now he demands to know what that is.

May works with Pete on occasion, mostly on a commission basis from Butchie. She helps make props and walks new actresses through the ropes and makes sure they're safe on set. Pete is just happy his woman's with him and you BET he brags "guys look at my girlfriend god I love her--"

And yes, they're looking to name their kiddo Sidney, but it's still a toss up. Bill says the name sounds dumb but won't help May pick any new ones to add to the list, so his opinion can get stuck in a meatgrinder.

Guys i have too much to say about them.

[elisnarcho]

˚𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝘾𝙧𝙪𝙨𝙝 — 𝙁𝙧𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙢𝙖𝙣/𝙋𝙡𝙖𝙮𝙚𝙧 001˚

◜ 𝙔𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙨 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙖 𝙨𝙢𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙧𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙖𝙡 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙗𝙖𝙘𝙠 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙞𝙧 𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙨𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙖 𝙢𝙮𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙤𝙪𝙨 𝙢𝙖𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩𝙨 𝙣𝙚𝙬 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙣𝙚𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙗𝙤𝙧𝙝𝙤𝙤𝙙 𝙙𝙚𝙘𝙞𝙙𝙚𝙨 𝙩𝙤 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙮…

◜ 𝙁𝙧𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙢𝙖𝙣 𝙭 𝙁𝙚𝙢𝙍𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧

◜ 𝙏𝙒: 𝙉𝙤𝙣𝙎𝙦𝙪𝙞𝙙𝙂𝙖𝙢𝙚 𝘼.𝙐

As you skate through the neighborhood carelessly with your heart shaped sunglasses.♫˚ * ՞

𝙃𝙊𝙉𝙆

You hear the sudden noise through your headphones, looking up you in shock and confusion only to see an older man.. and jeez was he not too bad for his age.. You continue your journey back to your house.

* ՞ As you get closer and closer you notice a truck.. and a bunch of people talking to your mom and dad, wondering what's happening you only speed up. With a hint of confusion in your mother greets you "You came back just in time y/n, we've finally found someone to rent that little cabin to in the back!" * ՞

* ՞ As hours go by you finally hear "Dinners ready!", this means you get to eat and meet this new person! As you sprint out you see a your mother, father, the feast and..! Your smile slightly fades when you see the man, the same man that almost hit you.. "Hello sweets!" your parents say with gleaming smiles. Your mom continues on saying "This is the renter Hwang In-ho we were talking about earlier, he'll be staying here for sometime until he's settled well into the area." After the introduction, you all let the dinner festivities begin with your new (hot) guest...* ՞

* ՞ As the night goes on and everyone has ate your parents decide they'll clean up leaving you and In-ho basically alone in the dinning room. As you start to get up he gets up to offer his hand out asking "What's your name?", and with a smile you accept the handshake reply "My name is Y/n, and of course I know yours". With an awkward cackle from the older man he goes to say goodnight to your parents leaving you to your usual night routine. * ՞

* ՞ With the moon only getting brighter you still wonder about In-ho, why did he come here? where does he work? Does he have a partner? As the thoughts race through your head you notice the time.. 10:30.. And with that you go to sleep with in-ho on your mind * ՞

..ok yall this is like my first time writing for realzies so uh... should I continue this or?? (p.s watch the movie "The Crush" to really get the vibes)

[satorusleftnut]

Bully Gojo x Fem Reader

Prologue: Satoru Gojo was a pain from the moment you transferred to Jujutsu Tech—teasing, mocking, and getting under your skin. You hated him, and couldn’t figure out why he had it out for you. But everyone knows there's a thin line between love and hate.

First time posting kinda nervous😣

The sound of hallway chatter fades into the background as I walk down the corridor, my headphones blasting music. Nothing beats tuning out the world—it’s the closest thing to peace I get these days. But, of course, peace is always fleeting at a school with Satoru Gojo. Before I can even process what’s happening, I’m shoved hard, my body hitting the floor with a thud. My headphones fly off my head, skidding across the hallway tiles. I barely catch myself with my hands before my face smashes into the ground.

A string of curses escapes under my breath as I whip my head around, and there he is. Satoru Gojo, the bane of my existence, standing over me with that signature cocky grin plastered across his stupidly perfect face.

“Y/n, you crying?” he teases, his tone laced with mockery.

The words are a cruel echo of my first day here, back when I was still a sophomore. He’d dumped a carton of milk on my head in front of everyone, laughing like it was the funniest thing in the world. “What’s wrong, new girl? You crying?” he’d sneered back then, not even bothering to learn my name first.

My jaw tightens as the memory burns in my mind. I scowl up at him, anger simmering just beneath the surface. “Fuck off,” I snap, my voice low and venomous.

Gojo’s grin only widens, his eyes glinting with amusement. “Tsk, such a smart mouth. I bet I could put it to good use.” He wiggles his eyebrows, the innuendo in his tone making my stomach churn with disgust.

“You’re fucking gross, Gojo,” I bite back, glaring at him as I push myself off the floor. I ignore the hand he offers, refusing to give him the satisfaction. Dusting myself off, I grab my headphones, trying to shake off the humiliation.

“You wound me,” he drawls, placing a hand over his chest as if I’d actually hurt him. His voice is mocking, but there’s a flicker of something else in his eyes.

“Get a life,” I mutter, turning on my heel to walk away. But I can feel his gaze burning into my back, the weight of his presence refusing to let me go. I clench my fists, determined not to let him win, even as my heart pounds with a mix of frustration and something I don’t want to name.

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After arriving at the classroom, I slip into my seat at the back with a heavy sigh. But before I can put my headphones back on, the teacher’s booming voice stops me.

“Great,” I mutter under my breath, draping the headphones around my neck instead. 

Fifteen minutes into the lecture, the doors fling open, and in strolls Gojo, looking like he owns the place—which, technically, he does. The teacher doesn’t even glance his way, let alone reprimand him. It’s no secret that Gojo’s family is filthy rich, and his father’s ownership of the school gives him a free pass for practically anything.

Gojo flops into the seat next to mine, shooting me a brief, unreadable glance before pulling out his phone and slouching back in his chair. I roll my eyes and try to refocus on the teacher’s droning voice.

A low whistle escapes Gojo’s lips, making my irritation spike. Then, as if determined to test my patience, he drags his chair closer to mine.

“I didn’t know you were hiding such a hot body under that uniform, baby,” he says, his tone a mix of mockery and something else—curiosity, maybe.

I whip my head toward him, brows furrowed in confusion. “What the hell are you talking about?”

His lips curl into a smirk as he slides his phone toward me. I hesitate for a moment before glancing down, my stomach dropping the second I see the screen. It’s a picture of me from the summer, wearing a bikini at the beach.

I roll my eyes and shove the phone back at him. “How’d you even find my Instagram?”

Gojo snatches the phone, his smirk widening. “Didn’t realize you were such a whore,” he says casually, the possessiveness in his voice barely masked.

My eyes narrow as anger bubbles up. “What?” I ask, though I heard him loud and clear. I just want to see if he has the guts to say it again.

“You heard me, whore.” He leans back in his chair, his expression dripping with condescension. “You’re practically begging for attention with that post.”

I clench my fists, forcing myself to stay calm. “What I post on my Instagram is none of your business,” I snap, my voice sharp enough to cut through his smugness.

Gojo’s smirk falters, but only for a second. “It is when you’re flaunting yourself for every loser to drool over,” he mutters, his tone darker now, tinged with something unsettling.

“Jealous, Gojo?” I fire back, meeting his gaze head-on.

His eyes narrow, and for a moment, the air between us feels charged, heavy with something unspoken. “You wish,” he finally replies, his voice low but laced with irritation.

I scoff and turn back to the front of the classroom, trying to ignore the heat of his stare still lingering on me.

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The rest of the lecture drags on, but I can feel Gojo’s eyes burning holes into the side of my head. My fingers tighten around my pen as I focus on jotting down notes, determined not to give him the satisfaction of reacting again.

When the bell finally rings, I gather my stuff quickly, hoping to escape before he can say anything else. But, of course, Gojo’s quicker.

“Wait up, Y/n.” His voice is smooth, almost teasing, as he falls into step beside me.

I don’t bother slowing down. “Don’t you have someone else to bother?”

He chuckles, shoving his hands into his pockets. “Why would I? You’re way more fun.”

I roll my eyes, clutching my notebook tighter. “Yeah, well, I don’t have time for your bullshit, Gojo.”

“Harsh,” he drawls, tilting his head to look at me. “You wound me, baby.”

“Stop calling me that.”

“Why? You don’t like it?” His smirk is infuriatingly persistent.

I stop abruptly, turning to face him. “No, I don’t. In fact, I don’t like anything about you.”

He takes a step closer, his towering height forcing me to crane my neck slightly to hold his gaze. “Is that so?” he murmurs, his voice low and almost daring.

My heart pounds, but I refuse to back down. “Yeah, it is.”

For a moment, we just stare at each other, the hallway around us emptying as students head to their next classes. Then, Gojo leans in slightly, his smirk softening into something more dangerous.

“You know,” he says, his tone quieter now, “you’re a terrible liar, Y/n.”

My breath catches, but I quickly mask it with a scoff. “Get over yourself, Gojo.” I turn on my heel and walk away, ignoring the way my pulse races.

But even as I disappear into the next hallway, I can feel his eyes on me, like a thread tugging at something I don’t want to acknowledge. 

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I make it to my locker, finally free of Gojo’s relentless teasing. As I spin the combination, a voice to my left pulls my attention.

“Hey, Y/n,” says a guy from my English class—Kenji, I think. He leans casually against the locker next to mine, flashing me an easy smile. “I was wondering if you’d want to grab coffee after school sometime. You know, to study or something.”

I blink in surprise, not expecting the sudden invitation. “Uh, coffee?” I ask, trying to buy time while I process the offer.

“Yeah,” he says, rubbing the back of his neck. “I mean, you’re always killing it in class, so I figured I could learn a thing or two from you.”

Before I can respond, a familiar voice cuts in, cold and sharp. “Wow, Kenji. Really scraping the bottom of the barrel, huh?”

I don’t have to look to know who it is. Satoru Gojo strolls up, hands in his pockets, his smirk somehow even more insufferable than usual.

Kenji’s expression hardens, but he holds his ground. “What’s your problem, Gojo?”

“Problem?” Gojo chuckles, his gaze flicking to me before returning to Kenji. “No problem. Just giving you a heads-up. Y/n’s not exactly the studious type, if you catch my drift.”

My fists clench at my sides, my blood boiling. “Shut up, Gojo,” I snap, stepping between them.

He leans in slightly, his smirk darkening. “Just looking out for you, baby,” he says, his voice low enough that only I can hear.

I shove him back, my eyes blazing. “I don’t need your protection. You’re not my keeper, so stay the hell out of my business.”

Kenji glances between us, clearly confused but not wanting to get involved. “Uh, I’ll catch you later, Y/n,” he says awkwardly before walking off.

Gojo watches him leave, his jaw tight, shoulders tense. Then he turns back to me, his usual smugness replaced by something far more serious. “You’re not going on that date,” he says, his voice low but firm.

I snort, crossing my arms. “Since when do you get to decide what I do? Newsflash, Gojo—you don’t.”

His icy blue eyes narrow, and the tension radiating from him is almost suffocating. “I’m serious, Y/n. You’re not going.”

“And I’m serious too,” I snap, stepping closer, my own anger rising to match his. “You don’t control me. You don’t even like me, so why the hell do you care?”

His jaw ticks, and he takes a step forward, closing the space between us. “Because I said so,” he growls, his voice sharp and possessive. “That guy doesn’t get to have you.”

I laugh bitterly, shaking my head. “Oh, please. You’re insane. I’ll hang out with whoever I damn well want—”

Before I can finish, Gojo’s hand shoots out, grabbing my wrist. His grip is firm but not painful, his fingers curling around my skin like an unbreakable chain. “Enough,” he mutters, his voice cold and clipped.

“What the hell—” I start, but he’s already moving, pulling me down the hallway with a determined stride.

“Let me go, Gojo!” I hiss, struggling against his grip, but he doesn’t loosen it. Instead, he yanks open the door to an empty classroom and drags me inside, slamming the door shut behind us.

He finally lets go of my wrist but steps in close, his towering presence blocking any chance of escape. His eyes are stormy, the usual playful glint replaced by something much darker, more possessive.

With a fiery rage burning in his eyes, he locks the door and strides towards me, his steps echoing off the walls. My heart races with a mixture of fear and excitement as I stand my ground, refusing to back down. But as he gets closer, I find myself frozen in place, unable to move as he towers over me.

"Don't you fucking get it, Y/n? You're mine," he growls, his voice low and menacing.

My breath hitches in my throat as his hand grips my chin, forcing me to look up at him. My mind goes blank as I stare into his intense gaze, feeling completely under his control.

A small whimper escapes my lips as he leans in closer, his lips hovering just inches from mine. "No the fuck I'm not," I manage to say, though my words lack their usual defiance.

He laughs darkly, the sound sending shivers down my spine. "You and I both know you belong to me."

Before I can respond, his mouth crashes down on mine in a desperate kiss. His lips are rough and demanding against mine as if he's trying to consume every part of me. Our teeth clash together and our bodies press against each other in a primal dance of dominance. 

His tongue traces the seam of my trembling lips, silently demanding permission with each slow, deliberate stroke. I feel his hot breath on my skin and the raw hunger in his eyes, sending shivers down my spine as I realize I am completely at his mercy.

I gasp involuntarily, parting my lips just enough for his tongue to slip inside. He explores my mouth with a possessive fervor, his hands gripping my waist and pulling me flush against him. My mind screams at me to push him away, to slap him, to do anything but give in. But my body betrays me, melting into his touch as if it's been waiting for this moment.

His lips leave mine, trailing hot kisses along my jaw and down my neck. I tilt my head back, giving him better access despite myself. "Gojo," I breathe, my voice barely above a whisper.

He nips at my pulse point, eliciting a soft moan from me. "Say it again," he demands, his voice husky with desire.

"Satoru," I whisper, surprising myself with the use of his first name. He groans against my skin, the sound sending a jolt of electricity through my body. His hands roam my sides, fingers digging into my hips as he pulls me even closer.

"You're mine," he growls again, his lips brushing against my ear. "Say it."

I want to resist, to hold onto the last shred of my defiance, but the words tumble out before I can stop them. "I'm yours," I breathe, my voice shaky.

Gojo pulls back slightly, his eyes locking with mine. There's a fierce intensity in his gaze, a mix of triumph and something deeper, more vulnerable. For a moment, I see past the arrogant facade, glimpsing the raw emotion underneath.

His hand cups my cheek, surprisingly gentle compared to the urgency of moments before. "I've wanted this for so long," he admits, his voice low and husky. 

My mind barely has time to register his words before his lips are on mine once again, igniting a fire within me that spreads throughout my body. His touch is hot and insistent as his hands grip the back of my thighs, lifting me up with ease and placing me on the cool surface of the teacher's desk. The tension between us crackles in the air, swirling with desire and need. My heart races in my chest as I give in to the sensations pulsing through my veins. With each kiss, I fall deeper into him, losing all sense of time and place until the only thing that exists is our passionate embrace.

My legs instinctively wrap around Gojo's waist, pulling him closer as our kiss deepens. His hands roam my body, leaving trails of fire in their wake. I arch into his touch, craving more with each passing moment.

"Satoru," I gasp as his lips move to my neck, sucking and nibbling at the sensitive skin. My senses blaze with pleasure as his fingers deftly unbutton my shirt, revealing more of me to his hungry gaze.

"So beautiful," he murmurs, his eyes dark with desire as they rake over my form. His hands cup my breasts through my lacy bra, thumbs brushing over my hardened nipples. A soft moan escapes my lips as I tilt my head back in response.

Gojo's mouth travels lower, leaving a trail of hot kisses down my chest. He pushes my bra aside, taking a nipple between his lips and sending jolts of ecstasy through me. My fingers tangle in his hair, holding him close.

His hands slide up my thighs, pushing my skirt higher. Shivers run down my spine as his fingers brush against my center through my lacy panties. "Already so wet for me," he growls approvingly. 

I whimper as he strokes me through the thin fabric, my hips involuntarily moving against his hand in search of more friction. Gojo smirks, clearly enjoying the effect he has on me. He hooks his fingers in the waistband of my panties, slowly sliding them down my legs.

The cool air hits my heated core as Gojo spreads my legs wider. His fingers trace my folds teasingly before plunging inside. My inner walls clench around him as I cry out at this sudden intrusion.

"That's it, baby," he encourages as he pumps his fingers in and out. His thumb finds my clit, circling the sensitive bud and intensifying the pleasure building within me.

Just as I'm about to give in to the overwhelming sensations, Gojo withdraws his fingers, leaving me whining with need. He chuckles darkly, bringing his glistening fingers to his lips and sucking them clean while maintaining eye contact with me.

"Patience," he murmurs huskily. I watch with hooded eyes as he unbuckles his belt and pushes down his pants and boxers, revealing his hard length that springs free eagerly.

Gojo positions himself at my entrance, the tip of his cock teasing my sensitive folds before slowly pushing inside. With each inch that he fills me, we both moan in mutual satisfaction until we are finally joined completely.

He begins to move, setting a steady rhythm that sends waves of pleasure coursing through me with every thrust. My nails dig into his shoulders as I cling to him, overwhelmed by the intense ecstasy he evokes within me.

"Harder," I plead, craving more of this intense sensation. Gojo obliges, snapping his hips faster and harder against mine, creating a symphony of skin slapping against skin that fills the room and drowns out all other thoughts and sounds.

Gojo responds to my plea with a growl, his hands gripping my hips tighter as he increases his pace. The desk beneath us creaks with each powerful thrust, the sound mixing with our heavy breathing and soft moans. 

"You like that, baby?" he pants, his voice husky with exertion. "You like it when I fuck you hard?"

I can only nod, words escaping me as pleasure courses through every nerve ending. My legs wrap tighter around his waist, pulling him deeper with each thrust. The new angle sends sparks of ecstasy shooting up my spine, and I cry out, my back arching off the desk.

Gojo's lips crash against mine, swallowing my moans as his tongue explores my mouth. One of his hands leaves my hip, sliding up to cup my breast, his thumb circling my nipple in time with his thrusts.

"You feel so good," he growls, his voice rough with desire. "So tight and wet for me."

I can barely form coherent thoughts as waves of ecstasy wash over me. My legs tremble around his waist, toes curling with each deep thrust. The coil of tension in my core winds tighter and tighter, threatening to snap at any moment.

"Satoru, please," I whimper, my voice breathy and desperate. "I'm so close."

He smirks, slowing his pace to an agonizing crawl. "What was that, baby? I couldn't quite hear you." 

I whimper in frustration as Gojo slows his pace, the pleasure building inside me threatening to ebb away. "Please," I gasp, my hips bucking against his in a desperate attempt to regain that delicious friction.

"Please what?" he teases, his voice low and husky. His cock slides torturously slow in and out of me, barely grazing my most sensitive spots. "Use your words, Y/n."

I bite my lip, torn between my pride and the overwhelming need coursing through my body. Gojo's eyes bore into mine, dark with desire but glinting with challenge. He gives a particularly deep thrust, hitting that spot inside me that makes me see stars, before returning to his agonizingly slow pace.

"Fuck," I moan, my resolve crumbling. "Please, Satoru. I need more."

His smirk widens as he leans in close, his lips brushing against my ear. "More what, baby? Tell me exactly what you want."

The heat of his breath against my skin sends shivers down my spine. I swallow hard, my cheeks burning with a mix of arousal and embarrassment. "I want you to fuck me harder," I whisper, my voice barely audible.

Gojo clicks his tongue, pulling back to look at me. "I can't hear you, Y/n. Louder."

Frustration and desire war within me as I meet his gaze. "I want you to fuck me harder," I repeat, my voice stronger this time.

"Better," he growls, his hips snapping forward with renewed vigor. "But I think you can do better than that. Beg for it, Y/n. Beg me to make you cum."

His thrusts pick up speed, but it's still not enough. I'm teetering on the edge, desperate for release but unable to reach it. Pride be damned, I think, giving in to the overwhelming need.

"Please, Satoru," I cry out, my nails digging into his shoulders. "Please fuck me harder. I need to cum so badly. Please, please make me cum!"

A primal growl escapes Gojo's throat as he finally gives in to my pleas. His hips slam against mine with bruising force, each thrust sending shockwaves of pleasure through my body. The sound of skin slapping against skin echoes in the empty classroom, mixing with our heavy breathing and desperate moans.

"That's it, baby," he pants, his voice rough with exertion. "Take it all. You're such a good girl for me."

His words send a fresh wave of arousal through me. One of his hands snakes between our bodies, his thumb finding my clit and rubbing tight circles against the sensitive bud. The dual stimulation is almost too much to bear, and I feel myself rapidly approaching the edge.

"Oh god, Satoru," I moan, my back arching off the desk. "Don't stop, please don't stop!"

Gojo's thrusts become even more frantic, his hips slamming against mine with a force that threatens to push me over the edge of the desk. His fingers grip my hips so tightly I'm sure there will be bruises tomorrow, but I can't bring myself to care. All I can focus on is the overwhelming pleasure coursing through my body with each powerful thrust.

"Fuck, Y/n," he growls, his voice strained. "You're so fucking tight. You're gonna make me cum."

His words send a fresh wave of arousal through me. I clench around him, relishing in the way he groans in response. His thumb continues its relentless assault on my clit, the pressure building to an almost unbearable level.

"That's it, baby," Gojo pants, his eyes locked on mine. "Cum for me. I want to feel you fall apart around my cock."

The coil of tension in my core winds tighter and tighter, threatening to snap at any moment. Gojo's thrusts become erratic, his own release clearly approaching. He leans down, capturing my lips in a searing kiss that steals what little breath I have left.

When he pulls back, his eyes are dark with desire and something deeper, more intense. "You're mine," he growls, his voice low and possessive. "Say it again. Tell me who you belong to."

"I'm yours, Satoru," I gasp, teetering on the edge of oblivion. "Only yours. Always yours."

With those words, the dam finally breaks. Waves of ecstasy crash over me as my orgasm rips through my body. I cry out Gojo's name, my back arching off the desk as my inner walls clench rhythmically around him. 

Gojo follows me over the edge moments later, his hips stuttering as he buries himself deep inside me. He groans my name, his fingers digging into my hips as he empties himself into me.

For a long moment, we stay like that, both panting heavily as we come down from our highs. Gojo rests his forehead against mine, his breath hot against my skin. Slowly, he pulls out, causing both of us to wince at the sensitivity.

As the fog of pleasure clears from my mind, reality starts to set in. I just had sex with Satoru Gojo - my sworn enemy - in an empty classroom. And worse, I enjoyed every second of it.

Gojo seems to sense my inner turmoil. He cups my face gently, forcing me to meet his gaze. "Don't overthink this," he murmurs, his thumb stroking my cheek. "We both wanted it. We both needed it."

I swallow hard, trying to find my voice. But before I can answer, he’s pulling me back to him, cupping my face and kissing me again—gentle at first, like he’s testing the waters, but then more urgent, more desperate as I respond, my hands gripping his shirt, pulling him closer.

When he pulls away, we’re both breathless, and the world outside the classroom feels miles away. “You’re mine, Y/n,” he says quietly, there’s no doubt in his voice.

And for the first time in a long time, I don’t argue. “And you’re mine,” I whisper back, the words feeling as right as they sound wrong.

[yua0ra]

𝐎𝐟 𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐬, 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐟𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬

WARNINGS: mattheo riddle x slytherin!fem!reader, friends to lovers, playful banter, kissing, SFW, not proofread, english is not my first language.

fluff ☏

SUMMARY: You’re trying to study in the library, but Mattheo is more focused on being charming and annoying in equal measure. After some teasing, and him claiming to be a “delicate flower,” he finally drops the act and confesses he likes you. Turns out, you like him too (shocking, right?). Cue a sweet, awkward kiss that makes all the banter worth it. And of course, Mattheo immediately uses this new relationship status as an excuse to distract you even more. Typical.

WC: 1.4K AN: Small drabble of sweet Matty confessing his feelings :)

𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓:

The library was quiet, save for the faint rustle of pages and the occasional thud of a book being shelved. You were hunched over your notes, quill in hand, trying to make sense of the convoluted explanation in your textbook. Across the table, Mattheo was reclining in his chair, twirling a quill between his fingers with a smirk that told you he was anything but focused.

“Are you planning to actually help, or are you just here to look pretty?” you asked, not bothering to glance up from your parchment.

“Looking pretty is a full-time job,” Mattheo quipped, his grin widening. “But if you insist, I could try to dumb it down for you.”

You shot him a glare, and he raised his hands in mock surrender.

“Kidding! Don’t hex me, please. I’m fragile.”

“Fragile? You?” you snorted, shaking your head. “That’s rich coming from the guy who got into three duels last week and didn’t even flinch when he got hit by a Stunning Spell.”

“Exactly,” he said smugly. “It’s all a facade. Deep down, I’m a delicate flower.”

“A delicate flower who doesn’t know the difference between a bezoar and a bicorn horn,” you muttered under your breath, earning an offended gasp from him.

“Hey, I’ll have you know I’m a wealth of useless knowledge,” Mattheo shot back, leaning forward on his elbows. “Go on, quiz me. I dare you.”

You arched a brow, deciding to humor him. “Fine. What’s the incantation for a Summoning Charm?”

“Accio,” he said instantly, looking pleased with himself.

“That one was so easy,” you replied, unimpressed.

“What’s the primary ingredient in Veritaserum?” He blinked, caught off guard, before squinting at you suspiciously. “That’s not a fair question. No one actually knows that.”

“Incorrect,” you said, smirking. “The answer is: someone who actually studies.”

Mattheo groaned, dropping his head onto the table dramatically. “You’re cruel. You know that, right?”

“I prefer ‘motivational,’” you said sweetly, turning back to your notes.

He lifted his head just enough to peer at you, a lazy grin tugging at his lips. “You’re lucky you’re cute when you’re smug.”

Your quill paused mid-stroke, heat creeping up your neck at his casual remark. “You’re so annoying,” you muttered, trying to ignore the way your heart was suddenly racing.

Mattheo chuckled, the sound low and warm. “And yet, here you are, willingly stuck with me. What does that say about you?”

“It says I’m regretting my life choices,” you shot back, but the faint smile on your lips betrayed you.

He leaned back again, studying you with a look that was softer than usual. “Nah, you’d miss me if I wasn’t here.” You rolled your eyes, refusing to admit he was right. “Keep telling yourself that, Riddle.”

“Don’t have to. I can see it in your face,” he teased, pointing at you.

“You’re insufferable.”

“And you love it,” he said, his tone light but his eyes lingering on you for just a moment too long.

The playful energy shifted slightly, the banter fading as an unspoken tension filled the space between you.

Mattheo hesitated, then stood abruptly, walking around the table to stand beside you. “Come on,” he said, holding out a hand. You frowned, looking up at him. “What are you doing?”

“Stealing you away for a minute,” he replied with a crooked grin. “You need a break. You’re going to fry your brain with all that studying.”

Despite yourself, you took his hand, letting him pull you to your feet. “If this is another one of your dumb pranks—”

“It’s not,” he cut in, his voice softening. “Just trust me, okay?” He led you through the maze of bookshelves, finally stopping in a secluded corner where the world felt smaller and quieter.

He turned to face you, his hand still holding yours.

“You’re acting weird,” you said, narrowing your eyes.

“For once, I’m not,” he murmured, his gaze searching yours. “I just… there’s something I’ve been meaning to say.”

You blinked, your heart picking up speed at the shift in his tone.

“What is it?”

He hesitated, his usual confidence faltering. ‘It’s now or never Mattheo, come on now.’

“I like you,” he said finally, the words coming out in a rush.

“More than just as a friend. And if I don’t say it now, I feel like I never will.”

Your breath caught in your throat, his words echoing in your mind. For a moment, you could only stare at him, the vulnerability in his eyes so unlike the confident, teasing Mattheo you knew.

“I…” you started, but your voice faltered.

His hand began to slip from yours, and the sight of him pulling away sparked something in you.

“No, wait,” you said quickly, your fingers tightening around his.

His eyes flicked back to yours, hope mingling with hesitation on his face.

You exhaled a shaky breath, your heart pounding in your chest. “I like you too, Mattheo. I have for a while now. I just… I didn’t know how to say it.”

His eyes widened slightly, and for a second, you thought he might not believe you. But then his lips tugged into the softest smile you’d ever seen, one that reached his dark, expressive eyes.

“You’re serious?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper. You nodded, a small, nervous laugh escaping you. “I mean, why else would I willingly put up with you? Let’s be honest, you’re a bit of a nightmare.”

He chuckled, the tension easing from his shoulders. “Fair point. But you’re not exactly subtle, you know.” Your cheeks flushed. “Excuse me?”

“I’ve caught you staring at me more times than I can count,” he teased, his smirk returning. “You’re terrible at hiding it.”

“I was not staring,” you protested, though the heat in your cheeks betrayed you.

“Sure, keep telling yourself that,” he said, stepping closer until the space between you was nearly nonexistent.

“But for what it’s worth, I’ve been staring at you too.”

Your heart fluttered at his words, and you couldn’t stop the smile spreading across your face. “Well, I guess we’re both terrible at hiding it then.”

He laughed softly, the sound warm and genuine. “Guess so.”

Mattheo hesitantly leans closer, his breath warm and gentle against your skin. His eyes search yours, soft with vulnerability, as he timidly nudges his nose against yours—a silent, tender plea for permission, waiting for your response.

Your heart flutters at the intimate gesture, his closeness sending a warmth through your chest.

Slowly, you tilt your head, answering his unspoken question without words. Mattheo’s lips hover just a whisper away from yours, his gaze flickering between your eyes and your mouth as if ensuring this is what you want. When your fingers brush against his, giving a reassuring squeeze, his hesitation melts away.

With a soft exhale, Mattheo closes the distance, capturing your lips in a kiss so tender it feels as if he’s afraid to break you. It’s gentle, unhurried, and filled with a quiet intensity that makes the world around you fade away.

The kiss deepens ever so slightly, each movement deliberate, as if Mattheo is savoring every second. His hand gently rises to cup your cheek, his thumb grazing your skin with a touch so soft it sends shivers down your spine. Time seems to slow, the only thing grounding you being the warmth of his lips and the steady rhythm of his breaths mingling with yours.

When he finally pulls back, his forehead rests lightly against yours, his dark eyes searching your face for any sign of regret.

Instead, he’s met with your soft smile, and his lips twitch upward in response, a mixture of relief and joy playing across his expression.

“I’ve wanted to do that for so long,” Mattheo whispers, his voice barely audible, as though the moment is too fragile to disturb.

His vulnerability is palpable, and it tugs at your heart in ways you can’t quite describe.

“So,” he murmured, a playful grin tugging at his lips, “does this mean you’ll let me distract you from studying more often?” You rolled your eyes, laughing sweetly. “You were already doing that, Matty.”

“True,” he admitted, smirking. “But now I get to do it properly.” Shaking your head, you smiled, your chest warm with a happiness you hadn’t expected to feel that day. “Salazar boy, you just now how to get to me, huh?.” “And yet, you like me anyway,” he said, his grin widening. “Unfortunately,” you replied with mock exasperation, but the smile on your face gave you away. “Lucky me,” he said, pulling you closer.

And for once, you couldn’t argue with him

[lazysoulwriter]

Thirsty Tweets and Subtle Touches - Paul Mescal.ੈ♡˳

FIRST OF THE YEARR requested! hope you like it. feel free to send me requests! I might take a bit, but I swear I'll get it done! ♡

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . ───

The set was buzzing with laughter and a hint of mischief. Y/N adjusted their mic as the camera crew made final preparations. Sitting between Paul Mescal and Pedro Pascal, the trio radiated effortless charm. They had been promoting their new film for weeks, and this particular segment promised to be a memorable one.

“Alright, you three,” the host grinned, holding up a fishbowl of folded papers. “Ready to dive into the chaotic world of thirsty tweets?”

Paul leaned back with a chuckle, his hand casually brushing against Y/N’s arm. “Can’t wait. I’m sure Pedro’s got a fan base ready to leave us speechless.”

Pedro smirked, leaning toward Y/N. “Don’t let him fool you. Paul’s the real heartthrob here. Just wait.”

Y/N couldn’t help but laugh, shooting Paul a teasing glance. “Let’s see who gets the most blush-worthy tweet.”

The host pulled out the first tweet, reading with dramatic flair: “‘Paul Mescal could ruin my life, and I’d say thank you. Every time he wears a white tank top, I lose five years of emotional stability.’”

The room erupted in laughter as Paul pretended to be scandalized. “A white tank top, really? That’s what does it?”

Y/N leaned closer, their hand resting lightly on Paul’s thigh. “Don’t act surprised. You know exactly what you’re doing.”

Paul’s grin widened, and he glanced down at their hand briefly before turning back to the camera. “Caught red-handed, huh?”

The host, clearly loving the interaction, moved on to Pedro’s tweet. “‘Pedro Pascal could step on me, and I’d thank him. Actually, I’d beg for it.’”

Pedro’s laugh echoed through the room as he adjusted his jacket dramatically. “Finally, someone understands me.”

Y/N giggled. “See, this is why you’re the internet’s daddy.”

“Oh, we’re doing that, are we?” Pedro shot back with a mock-serious expression, pointing at Y/N. “Watch out. You’ll be next.”

The host shuffled the papers and read the next tweet. “‘If Y/N doesn’t realize they’re the hottest person alive, I might just scream. Also, their smile? Criminal. Arrest me immediately.’”

Paul placed a hand over his heart. “I’m with them. Honestly, Y/N, your smile should come with a warning.”

Y/N’s cheeks flushed, but they played it cool. “You two are laying it on thick today. Is this what promotion does to people?”

“Promotion or honesty?” Paul quipped, his eyes sparkling.

Pedro leaned back, observing the palpable chemistry between Y/N and Paul. “You two should just get a room already. Seriously, the tension is suffocating.”

Paul’s response was immediate. “Why would we do that when we have a perfectly good audience to witness?” His hand shifted slightly, grazing Y/N’s fingers, and the two exchanged a look that could have melted the cameras.

As the tweets continued, each one seemed to heighten the dynamic. Pedro’s charisma kept the energy light and fun, but the underlying current between Paul and Y/N was undeniable. Every touch, every glance, felt deliberate but natural, leaving fans with plenty to dissect.

By the time they reached the final tweet, the host looked nearly out of breath from laughing. “Okay, one last one, and it’s a group effort. ‘If Pedro, Paul, and Y/N walked into my living room, I’d simply pass away. No funeral needed. Just vibes.’”

Pedro raised an eyebrow. “No funeral? Not even a memorial?”

Y/N nodded solemnly. “Just vibes. Seems fair.”

Paul leaned into the mic. “Well, we’d bring great vibes, so...”

The three shared a laugh, the chemistry and camaraderie evident as the segment wrapped up. As the cameras stopped rolling, Paul’s hand lingered on Y/N’s, his voice low. “Drinks after this?”

Y/N grinned. “Only if Pedro’s buying.”

Pedro groaned. “I knew this was a setup.”

[thatonesonicfanfictionwriter]

May I request Sonic x reader, in which Sonic finds out reader has a child from a past relationship, I think it would be cute to see Sonic be the cool stepdad, he would 100% say some cringy shit like “I’m not a stepdad..I’m the dad that stepped up”, I also want reader to reassure Sonic that they didn’t start dating him as a “rebound” from their past lover, dad sonic is so cute (^｡^)

Take your time!

🦔

“Always Happy to Help”

Pairing: Sonic the Hedgehog x Parent Reader

Requested: Yes (by an anon).

Description: Having recently started dating Sonic, you didn’t expect him to find out about [Child’s Name]. But luckily for you, he was happy to help you out!

Notes: Ahhh, a classic one. Sonic does have the “I’m not the stepdad, I’m the dad that stepped up” vibes in this one, fr.

(Reader and their kid will be gender-neutral.)

(Both Reader and Sonic are adults, like how I usually write the Sonic characters.)

(Not proof-read/beta-read.)

– – – – – – – – – – – –

It was a typical day for you and Sonic. You had actually managed to convince him to come over and hang out with you.

Why was this so important, you might ask?

You finally felt ready to tell Sonic about [Child’s Name].

And no, don’t worry, you didn’t cheat on him!

[Child’s Name] came from your past relationship, and you ended up getting full custody.

Sonic walks in, whistling a little bit.

“You got a nice place, [Name]!” Sonic says, looking around your place.

“Heh, I’m glad you like it!” you tell him. “Anyway, I have something, or, I suppose someone to show you.”

Sonic tilts his head to the side, confused, which he knows is way too adorable for his own good.

“[Child’s Name]! I’m home!” you announce.

“BABAAAA!” you hear [Child’s Name] yell, rushing out of their room and hugging your leg. “I missed you, Baba!”

“Hehe! Baba missed you too,” you tell them. “Did you enjoy your time with Aunt Amy?”

“Yeahyeahyeah! Ambie showed me how to make cookies!” [Child’s Name] announces.

“Yeah, we had a lot of fun!” Amy states, having come out of [Child’s Name]’s room.

“I have so many questions,” Sonic mutters.

“Sonic, this is my kid, [Child’s Name],” you tell him. “Amy’s been babysitting them whenever we go on dates.”

“How long have you had a kid?! And why didn’t you tell me about this CUTIE SOONER?!” Sonic asks, picking up [Child’s Name] and spinning them, causing them to giggle uncontrollably.

“That’s what I was saying! [Child’s Name] is a cutie patoot!” Amy states.

“Am cute patoot!” [Child’s Name] repeats.

“You are a cutie patootie!” you tell them.

“How long have you had them, [Nickname]?” Sonic asks you.

“Oh, a couple years before I met you,” you state.

“Baba, is this my new Dada?” [Child’s Name] asks you.

“Only if you want him to be,” you tell them.

[Child’s Name] thinks for a moment before nodding.

“New Dada,” [Child’s Name] says, snuggling into Sonic.

“Sayyyy, you didn’t start dating me just to get a new parent for the kid, did you?” Sonic asks jokingly.

“Of course not, silly,” you tell him. “I started dating you because you stole my heart.”

“Hehe, good to hear,” he says, chuckling.

The next day, Sonic went out and bought a shirt that read, “I’M NOT THE STEPDAD, I’M THE DAD THAT STEPPED UP.”

Typical Sonic.

[kawoala]

﹒◜、 𝒰𝒩𝑅𝐸𝒜𝒟 𝐸𝑀𝒜𝐼𝐿𝒮 track 001 ; the bell

word count: 1,170 content warning: third person pov - but reader centric, technically smau because of the email, reader being mushy, profanity, use of “y/n”, a little bit angsty towards the end, implied parental death.

me Dec 17 to Semi Eita subject line: CONGRATS!!!!!

Hi Semi! I hope this email finds you well. Truthfully, I hope this email finds you at all. I don’t know if rockstars are required to change their email once they’ve become famous, but I’m trying my luck with this!!

Speaking of becoming famous, congratulations, Semi. I heard your song with Wasted Hours on the radio today and I was completely shocked. I’m so proud of you for finally being able to do what you love. I’m not ashamed to say I immediately put it on my playlist!!

I hope you’re doing well. I hope you still remember me!! It’d be super embarrassing if you didn’t haha. I still remember you though. Clear as day. Do you still have the guitar I bought you? I remember the first chords you played on it. I remember the first song you wrote on it too. Why haven’t you put that song out? It was beautiful.

Sorry, I didn’t mean to get all mushy like that. I hope you have a good day! Don’t feel pressured to write back. You’re probably too busy being a rockstar anyway! ;)

With love, Y/n :)

The store is dead today. She sits at the counter, cheek in her hand, and stares at nothing. The bell hasn’t made a peep since this morning when she unlocked the door and propped it open for a while to let the breeze in. The AC’s been down for weeks, no one has made any complaints and she won’t be the first.

It’s not usually like this, she thinks. There’s a supermarket that’s only open for a couple days a year and it attracts more people than she’s probably ever seen in her entire life. She likes it like that, though— when there’s only a couple customers a day. That’s not to say that she hates her job, but she prefers being alone. And she gets paid the same either way.

But when the teenage girls come in, claiming they were born in the wrong generation, she has to bite back a smile. And when older women come in, looking for a glimpse of what their teenage days were like, she does smile. 

The bell finally rings, snatching her from her thoughts, forcing her to straighten her posture for a moment. She leans over the counter, discreetly trying to see past the stand that blocks the view of the door. She deflates slightly when her eyes land on the familiar face of her boss. 

Her boss is probably the sweetest man she’s ever met in her entire life. He stands at a reasonable five feet two, has silver hair that shines white in the light, and the biggest heart that is full of love for his seven grandchildren. His smile is kind, his eyes are warm, and he’s funny in a way where he doesn’t exactly know he’s being funny.

”Deary!” He exclaims, shuffling over to the counter in his worn out sneakers. He’d once caught you staring at them and explained that he spends most of his money on his grandchildren, meaning he doesn’t have a lot of money for himself. You tried to buy him new sneakers for his birthday, but he’d returned them and added the money back onto your paycheck. Sweet, yes, but stubborn. “Hello, Y/n,” he greets, giving you a smile. “How are you today?”

“Hello, Milton. “I’m okay, I—”

“Oh, no,” the older man cuts her off abruptly, a worried look suddenly etched on his face. He glances around the store, then looks at you and frowns. “No one has come in the store today?”

“Um—”

“It’s that damn supermarket!” He curses, shaking his head. He lets out a frustrated sigh and leans against the counter. “They take all the business this time of year! Why can they not do it a couple towns over? That would be much better for us.”

She gives him a sympathetic smile, brows pinching together in the middle. “I know. But at least it only happens twice a year.” She shrugs and mirrors him, resting her elbows on the counter. 

He hums his response, glancing around the store once again. “I fear we get more product than we sell, dear.” His voice is quieter; she can tell he’s nervous. Business hasn’t been booming, as one would say. “Well,” he slaps the counter lightly and turns to you with a small smile, “you can go home for the day, then. I’ll shut up shop and you can come in whenever your next shift is. How does that sound?”

She stares at him for a moment, blinking. There’s a look in his eyes that she’s all too familiar with. Defeat. He opened this shop up twenty years ago, in honor of his wife who passed away— cancer. Seeing him look like this, seeing him anxious about the future of his shop— it makes her shiver.

“Okay,” she agrees, albeit reluctantly. “I can come in tomorrow, if you’d like. The supermarket will be over and we’ll probably get a ton of people looking to sell us things. Rika works the opening shift tomorrow, I’ll text her and ask if she wants to swap shifts.”

“Now, Y/n—“

“It’s okay,” she calls out, already turning on her heel. “You know Rika doesn’t want to come in, anyway.” She hears him say a vague goodbye just as she passes the threshold of the back room, where she keeps her things while she works. She grabs her bag and quickly heads out the back door.

The air is warm on her skin. Not hot enough to make her sweat through her shirt, but hot enough to put a sheen of sweat on her skin after walking for a couple minutes.

On her way home, she passes the same familiar faces that she passes everyday. The old man who sits on the steps of his porch everyday, eyes crinkling when he smiles and waves at her. The little girl and her brother, jumping rope, who giggle and run away when she says hi to them. Their mother who just laughs and waves her on.

She doesn’t know their names, they don’t know hers, but they know each other.

Everyday she passes them. She walks the same path she’s been on a million times, from the same job she’s had since high school, in the same town she’s lived in for her entire life.

She doesn’t hate her life, not by any means. It’s boring, sure, but it fits her. Her house— the one she grew up in, the one her mother passed down to her— fits her. It’s not too big, not too small. Cozy and familiar and just right for her.

She puts her bag on the hook and sits down at her kitchen table, staring at nothing. She doesn’t hate her life. She doesn’t hate her house. She doesn’t hate her job.

But god damn if she didn’t wish for a life like Semi Eita’s.

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Poly! MoonBerryCake x Reader Pt. 5

AN: I cannot believe my silly lil MBC ramblings have turned into this. This is a combination of that one request mentioning the "I may be an idiot, but I'm your idiot" and another requesting Witch! Reader! I kind of took some creative liberties because this idea just like...hit me and I was like. If i dont write this rn im gonna crash out. Again, don't look too hard into the logic of this, it's a toon world :)

-> Part one

-> Part Two

-> Part Three

-> Part Four

☁ Sprout knew, intimately so, at this point that you, his loving, darling, amazing partner, could be so, so dumb it was alarming you've lasted this long.

☁ He loves you. He does. So much it hurts. But you literally are the embodiment of every chaotic impulsive thought he's sure they've all had. The only difference is that you do it.

☁ Which. Come on. Like, there has to be a learning moment. Where you turn over a new stone or rock or however that saying goes and you don't toe the line of twisted RnD's boundary, keeping them awake just to tease the twisted since they couldn't reach you. There had to be.

☁ He should've known it was too good to be true, at the beginning of the relationship, when things went too smoothly for him. Too good to be true.

☁ Truthfully, you're all little demons. He knew you were all hiding it, but to see it in person? He's getting gray leaves.

☁ Astro likes to play this game where he follows whoever's distracting, most times you, to see how close he can get to the twisted without them noticing. It drives Sprout, and even Cosmo, nuts watching it even if they know he's practically invisible to the twisteds.

☁ That does not stop him from being seen every once in a while when he gets too cocky, but he's quick to evacuate the area while you get the twisteds attention once more.

☁ Every lecture seems to go in one ear and out the other though as the very next run, unless it's a blackout, he's doing it again. (So maybe I play like this what of it-).

☁ Cosmo is normally pretty clever about how he does runs and is often the least of his worries. Unless there's a call for a bandage.

☁ From there it's like a race between him and Cosmo. Cosmo immediately drops whatever he's doing and takes off towards the source of the call. Sprout as well has to take off because sure enough, Cosmo doesn't take into account it's in the area you're distracting in, and Sprout can only watch as you realize he's in the area, panic to figure out an alternative route, get smacked by a twisted Teagan as Cosmo nearly gets bit by the Twisted Boxten.

☁ All of that for a bandage. For Cosmo who was at full health.

☁ Sprout has to step in, calling the Twisted's attention with a spare airhorn he found, giving you the chance to recover as Cosmo passes you a treat and a frantic apology, quickly leaving the area as he slaps said bandage on.

☁ The twisteds are returned to you as Sprout ducks behind a wall, trying to ease the rapid pounding of his heart. He cannot keep having the same conversations.

☁ Cosmo is unlike Astro as he shows actual remorse, immediately apologizing and saying that he wasn't thinking he just didn't want anyone else to take it, turning on the waterworks as he burrows into Sprout's scarf.

☁ You're already saying they're crocodile tears (They are) with Astro snickering at the action, but Sprout is a weak man. He falls for it every time, immediately breaking and cooing that it was just an accident and these things happen, Cosmo just needs to be more careful.

☁ And then there's a call for a med-kit the next floor and it happens ALL OVER AGAIN.

☁ So, yeah, you're all demonic gremlins and Sprout is the unfortunate victim of it. He's just as bad outside of runs though, don't worry.

☁ But you. Oh you. Are by far. The worst for his heart.

☁ He already doesn't like the fact that as a distractor, you're constantly in danger, but you know what he doesn't like more? The fact that you don't seem to take it as serious as you should.

☁ He's lost count of how many times you've run past him, shouting some sort of argument with Goob who was also distracting. How you've paused to emphasize a point and Goob's had to snatch you to save you from getting hit.

☁ Or how many times you've climbed onto a table, out of the twisted's reach but close enough to keep their attention, hands on your hips as you go on about some theory you heard about.

☁ He won't admit it, but his favorite thus far is that Dandy's actually bald and the petals are all fakes.

☁ Or the one where you claim Twisted Toodles has rabies, while Twisted Toodles snaps and snarls at your feet, clawing at the table.

☁ And when you're back in the elevator, and he's got you corner, going on and on about how idiotic of a move that was and why would you even think of doing that? You give him a grin and a cheeky smile.

☁ "I may be an idiot, but remember. I'm your idiot. FOREVER." You'd preen, cackling as he debates between throttling you or kissing you enough you're too dazed to think about running and he has to drag you behind him the next floor.

☁ Little did Sprout know that a turning point would come.

☁ He knew Dandy and you had your differences, as you were managing to get the research needed and reclaiming the other toons back to the good side while spending the minimal amount of tapes. (Not that it helped when a certain survivalist toon was on the run, but he digresses.)

☁ This time however, you were adamantly refusing to hand over any tapes and Dandy was close to crashing out. His eye was twitching as he glowered at you, you're own sneer rivaling his. "Why should I give you the tapes if I can give them to Sprout?" You'd snarl, making Dandy slam his hands on the desk.

☁ "Fine! Be that way then!" He snapped, yanking on the lever to bring him back down.

☁ "Was that really our best move?" Vee raised a brow at the closed hatch, nudging it with her foot.

☁ "Maybe we could've spared some for a stopwatch or something." Gigi added, reaching into her head to pull out a can of pop. "I don't know if his twisted form is something I'm all too excited to deal with."

☁ While Sprout agreed, he also didn't want Dandy to win. But still, Dandy's twisted form was lethal and he didn't fancy seeing your twisted form. Not after Astro had told him how even you, yourself, had feared it and what it was capable of.

☁(Guys not to spoil anything, but you'll never guess what else is in the works from that line alone lol)

☁ They hadn't seen any clones of your twisted form yet, but weren't eager to.

☁ You gave a wave of your hand dismissively. "Nah, it looks big but it really isn't that bad."

☁ None of them looked convinced.

☁ You groaned, rolling your eyes. "Fine! if he shows up. I'll make sure to stick to an area Astro and a healer can remain nearby." You pout, though between him and the other two, Sprout can tell you're a little hurt.

☁ No matter what you do, or how you distract, you're number one priority is their safety. If there's a serious twisted, you're immediately doing a one-eighty, distracting like a pro. You only goof off when their twisteds you know inside and out. To have them doubt for even a second you wouldn't give up your own sanity for them, probably stings.

☁ Frowning, he sets a hand on your shoulder, tilting your chin up with his other hand. "You got this, bud. We know you do. We just wanna be a little cautious when it comes to Dandy."

☁ And he knows you know that, making you frown a bit more before huffing. "I know."

☁ Cosmo is quick to wrap his arms around you, giving you a bright smile. "Besides, you know how much we love watching you distract anyway."

☁ Which too a degree was true. They loved seeing you in your element, thriving and shining like a shooting star.

☁ By the time Sprout is looking back, you're smothered between Astro and Cosmo, pushing away their murmurs of praise with bundles of laughter bursting from you. It makes him grin.

☁ But then the elevator stills and opens, only there's no footsteps. There's no signs of any twisteds at all actually. No commons, no passives, no mains. Just...empty. It's unsettling.

☁ With a look to each other, you and Goob are the first to step out, remaining cautious of the room around you. When you both make it into the center area, the rest slowly step out.

☁ "Is this a free floor?" Finn asks, nervously fiddling with his fingers.

☁ "Even free floors have twisteds." Vee answers, bringing her mic in front of her and tapping it. "Is this thing working?"

☁ Nothing is highlighted save for a small, wrapped up bundle near the broken elevator.

☁ Since you're faster than Goob, you slowly step forward, you're entire body tense as you spot said bundle.

☁ Astro and Sprout remain close enough they can target you if needed with Goob on standby in case the worst happens. None of them have ever seen anything like this before and have no idea what it even is.

☁ Vee, Finn and Gigi move on to finish three of the machines with the fourth primed right next to elevator, all giving the signal to go.

☁ So you do. You walk up to it and begin by kicking it slightly. It doesn't move and you move to poking it. When nothing happens, you pick it up, examining it before slowly moving to open it. By the time the beige paper wrapped around it is pulled away, you're left with a small glass bottle. It looks like a smoke bomb.

☁ Rolling your eyes, you're already whining about how a smoke bomb got you all so riled up, dropping it front of you and watching it erupt into purple smoke around your figure.

☁ In hindsight, that should've been a sign. The final machine is finished and the elevator re appears, a few scattered giggles ringing out at the fluke floor.

☁ But you aren't laughing like normal.

☁ Sprout notices immediately, glancing at Astro and Cosmo, who are already looking at him. They've noticed it too.

☁ Just as they're about to say something, the cards plop down, and you immediately vote on the Penny pincher one, turning to them with a soft, almost strained smile.

☁ "Are you...feeling okay, bud?" Sprout asks, watching as Astro rests the back of his hand on your forehead. His grimace does little reassure them.

☁ "Do you need a heal?" Cosmo pipes up next, placing a hand on Sprout's shoulder as he does. "Or a pop? Maybe you have low blood sugar."

☁ You shake your head, which seems like a bad move as you sway, Astro having to catch you as you stumbled.

☁ "Okay, I'm calling it-" Sprout's declaring as he steps towards the lever to return to the lobby before you're stopping him with a call of his name.

☁ "Sprout! No, I'm fine, just a little dizzy! It'll pass. We need the shelly research!" You had been positively adamant on getting shelly back since getting Vee, knowing she was the last main. They were sure it's because you knew Shelly and Astro were good friends and that was probably influencing your need to get it done as fast as possible.

☁ "Starlight, I'm sure it can wait." Astro adds, holding you much closer as you continue to sway. "You can barely stand upright and you have a fever. How long have you been feeling unwell?"

☁ "I was fine!" Your face scrunches as you fight for balance. "I promise. I don't know what happened!"

☁ The voting ends and everyone is immediately rewarded with the tapes. Most are handed right over to Sprout, who pockets them in case of an emergency, but there's a disturbance. He can't feel the energy of the tapes as well as Dandy, or even Pebble for that matter, but he can tell the magic within them is wavering somewhere. Looking over, he can tell where.

☁ "Bud?" He prods once more, and your head shakes again, this time taking our your legs as punishment for the movement. Astro once more catches you as Sprout demands the run be finished, Vee already at the lever, while Cosmo leaves his side to check you over.

☁ By all accounts, on the surface, you're fine. But Sprout can tell. He can feel it in the wave the magic of the tapes seems to cling to you. Looking at Astro, he can tell too.

☁ Maybe bringing you away from the tapes until...whatever this is passes is for the best, despite your refusals.

☁ The elevator is brought up and Astro scoops your form into his arms and against his chest, carrying you out and in the direction of your room.

☁ "You guys are as stubborn as mules!" You scoff out, struggling against the hold your in. "I'm fine. It was a dizzy spell! It-" You pause as you groan, curling into yourself and making Astro freeze. Sprout and Cosmo are right there, hands already buzzing with energy, yet, it's not needed.

☁ With the close proximity, he can feel the magic in the tapes get yanked, pulled into a physical manifestation. Then there's a scream. Looking over, they watch Finn scramble to get away as a donkey manifests itself in front of him. It's made out of tree bark and sticks with leaves for a mane, standing there and giving a bored bleat.

☁ You look over at it from Astro's shoulder, blinking at it and everyone's gaping face before wilting. "Okay, maybe it wasn't just a smoke bomb."

☁ There's a flurry of motion as Toodles runs towards her newly proclaimed pony, naming it Oakley of all things. Rodger is rushing, trying to pry her away while the others are trying to figure out just where Oakley came from.

☁ None of you stick around, the boys quickly bringing you to the bedroom and setting you on the bed. You look marginally better, leaning against Astro, who strokes your fur back, even as he watches Sprout pace in front of the bed. Cosmo is fiddling with his hands, standing to the side and bouncing in place as he opens his mouth over and over again, trying to find the words.

☁ Finally, the cake roll settles on, "What was that?"

☁ This stalls Sprout as he pauses, whirling on his heel to face you. "You used tape magic. How'd you do it?"

☁ You raise a brow at this, silently asking him to continue. He does so. "The only non-main who can use tape magic is Teagan. But she can't extend that to anyone or anything but herself. That's exclusive to mains. So how-" He pauses, brows furrowing. "The thing- the thing on the floor on that last floor!"

☁ It's like an epiphany. " But that-" He stalls, swallowing before shaking his head. He'd look into it further. "What are you feeling now? Better at all?"

☁ You hum for second, rolling your head as you take inventory. "A little better. Sore, but...better." You answer. "I didn't know I could do that."

☁ "Could it really be a side effect from...whatever that was?" Cosmo asks.

☁ "Hard to say. Like Sprout said, using Tape magic to influence anything but yourself is exclusive to mains." Astro frowns, taking in the information. "Which brings up an assortment of questions about your history and that object. Perhaps it's turned you into a momentary main."

☁ "I don't feel different though!" You exclaim, Sprout catching one of the hands you flung up. He pokes at your palms and fingers, finding soft pads of flesh. You yank it back. "I've always had those!" You defend.

☁ "Easy, bud, I was making sure they weren't injured." He soothes and you reluctantly let him look at them again.

☁ "Can you do it again?" Cosmo asks. "Like... It happened because you were thinking of an animal right? And that animal showed up? Can you do it again?"

☁ "I don't know if we should be testing this. We're unaware of what it needs or what it entails-" Astro quickly cuts in, but it's too late as you immediately shout out "Cat!" and like magic, a cat plops into Astro's lap.

☁ All of you stare at the thing, which is made up of whipped cream and cake, strawberries making up it's flickering ears and a blueberry for a nose. When it mews, Sprout stumbles back, tripping over himself as Cosmo screeches, poor Astro caught between being trapped by the thing and staying with you.

☁ You immediately coo at it, picking it up, and snuggling into it as it gives you a happy purr, licking your face. When you pull it away, you give your best puppy dog eyes, staring at your gaping boyfriends. "Can we keep them?"

☁ "Where did that come from?!" Sprout exclaims, hands coming up to yank at his leaves while Astro's mouth hands open, hands hovering as if unsure what to do at this point. If this was the stress he brought to Sprout's life, he owed the berry so many apologies because what.

☁ Cosmo was the first to recover before slowly crawling onto the bed, making you turn to face him with the creature. It continued purring happily, sniffing at the offered hand before nuzzling into it, prompting Cosmo to pet it. "I mean...It doesn't look dangerous."

☁ "It literally came out of nowhere." Astro gaped, watching as you transferred the cat from your arms to Cosmo's, who let it lick at his face. "That's a cat. There's a cat."

☁ Digging through his wallet, Sprout's eyes nearly bulge out of his head. "The tapes. You used my tapes-" He's not upset, not at all, but that kind of reach was really unheard of.

☁ "There's a cat." Astro repeats once more, standing as he runs two of hands through his fur. "Oh my stars, there's a cat. In our room."

☁ "Do you not like cats?" Cosmo asks, tilting his head as the...creature crawls onto his shoulder if only to jump to his head, giving soft licks to the icing on top. It makes the cake roll laugh, which you're echoing before turning to Astro. "I'm sorry. If I had known I would've chosen a different animal. We don't have to keep it I promise."

☁ Astro blinks, as if stunned by that's what you two were hung up on. "What? No. No, I don't mind cats, but starlight. My star, my sun, my galaxy," Astro takes a breath as his hands fall, save for one that rubs between his eyes. "You made a cat appear out of literal thin air. That's a...That's impossible in actuality."

☁ "Super impossible." Sprout agrees, watching the thing strut from Cosmo's head to jump onto yours. You go cross-eyed trying to look up at it, grinning as it meows at you with one paw landing on your cheek so it can lick at your head. You giggle at it before grabbing it, holding it against you as it seems to burrow into your chest. He's man enough to admit that he's jealous of the cat, sneering at it.

☁ "Well, evidently not." Cosmo snickers, using his fingers to poke at the cat's paws. Their paw pads are made of jelly beans and Sprout has to admit it's a little cute. Running a hand down his face, he groans, only to glare at Astro as he gentle runs a hand down the cat's head, getting a thankful lick in return. "Astro!"

☁ The celestial looks startled at being caught, looking at Sprout before shrugging. "You gotta admit. It's a cute little thing."

☁ "It's a she!" You add, almost unhelpfully. "You know, if you think about it, it's kind of like our child!"

☁ You make it an Olympic sport to see how fast you can get all three of them varying degrees of flustered, Sprout swears on it. He's left stammering, looking for help from Astro-who's blue screened, blinking blankly at the cat who paws at his still hand- and Cosmo- who's too busy hiding his face in a pillow.

☁ cool. Cool, cool, cool, cool, cool, cool. This was fine. Taking a breath, Sprout urges himself to push whatever feelings that were bubbling in him at the action down, taking a soothing breath. "Bud, that's a cat." And because he couldn't help himself, he added, "Plus, we know our kid would look much cuter."

☁ You flush, just as he expected you too, hiding your face in the cat. The only thing you can come up with is, "Dandy got a dog. Why can't I have a cat?"

☁ "Because it won't stop at a cat." Sprout has to explain, thinking back to Oakley in the living room. "What if the next time it's- I don't know- a dinosaur?!"

☁ "It won't be a dinosaur." You argue back. "Maybe a friend for Custard."

☁ "We are not naming her Custard!" Sprout hisses only to groan as he realized you caught him in your trap, hearing your "a-hah!' proclaiming victory.

☁ "So we can keep her!" You cheer, even if Sprout is debating suffocating you in your sleep later. "No! We can't! Because then it's one, then two! Then we're crazy cat people!"

☁ "We would not-"

☁ "If that were the case, wouldn't we already have a dog, dinosaur and like at least two more cats?" Cosmo suddenly pops up, his cheeks still very rosy.

☁ "True, we got...her, simply by Y/N mentioning a cat and Oakley by them saying the word Mule. It hasn't happened again and I still have all of my tapes." Astro adds on, smoothing out his fur and hair, readjusting his cap. "Maybe it's worn off."

☁ "Quick, before it's too late try for a cat again!" Cosmo eagerly demands, despite both Sprout and Astro shouting 'No!' at the prospect.

☁ You ignore them, shouting out cat once more. The only reaction you get is the cat in your arms pawing at you. You slump, frowning at losing the aspect. "Dang." You sigh. "Well, at least we got you out of it."

☁ "We can't get rid of her!" Cosmo pleads, handing off your shoulder to look up at Astro and Sprout, who cast a glance at each other. "I promise I'll be more careful on runs if we keep her!" He adds quickly.

☁ "Oh! Me too!" You add, joining Cosmo in giving them the puppy dog eyes.

☁ With a heavy groan, Sprout looks at Astro, who's smiling softly at the two of you. When the celestial looks over, Sprout knows he's lost him. "...It's just one cat."

☁ Sprout groans again, looking up to the roof as if there's some being up there seeing the same bullshit he's seeing. They're probably laughing at him.

☁ "Fine! But we're not naming it Custard! And I expect you to keep your promises or I swear I'm going for that favorite Uncle award and giving Toodles a new pet." He finally relents, extending a finger to the cat, who licks it before jumping into his arms as you and Cosmo cheer. For what it was worth, that cat was pretty cute.

☁ The cat ends up being names Blueberry cake (get it get it-), Blu for short. She's a happy-go-lucky kitty who purrs and licks everyone when one of you is in the room, only to throw an absolute hissy fit when you leave. If Blue is left alone with anyone without having you, Cosmo, Sprout or Astro in sight, she refuses to let anyone touch her, hissing and swatting at anyone brave enough. The second one of you return though, she's all purrs and happy mews.

☁ She sleeps on pebble who sleeps on your bed, sorry I don't make the rules.

☁ Oakley is still around too, but stays outside where he prefers it. You obviously earned worlds greatest aunt/uncle/nibling for that, even if Rodger curses your name for it. Toodles loves it and thats the most important part.

☁ Blu also comes on runs sometimes! The first time it happens, it was an accident, but one that Sprout begrudgingly appreciates as she has an uncanny ability to sniff out tapes no matter how hidden they are.

☁ And before you ask, yes. Sprout absolutely is the dad that said he didn't want a pet and would now literally kill a man for Blu.

☁ As you said after all, she's pretty much your child :)