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[musicforastylesrestaurant]

Run Baby, Run.

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authors note - seeing harry run a marathon just made him ten times hotter for some reason. 😫

word count - 1.4k

in which, harry is running the 2025 tokyo marathon, and who better to cheer him on than his fiance and little boy.

The air is crisp, the kind that clings to your skin but isn’t unpleasant. The streets of Tokyo hum with anticipation, the crowd thick with strangers who have all gathered for the same reason.

The hum of the crowd rises and falls around you, a mix of excited chatter and the occasional announcement over the loudspeakers.

Your fingers tighten around the handle of the stroller, your two-year-old nestled inside, bundled in a soft jacket despite the mild weather. His tiny legs kick idly, hands clutching a half-eaten rice cracker as his big eyes dart around and then back to the iPad hooked onto the front of the bar securing him in place, before his eyes then shift back to the sea of runners.

He doesn’t fully understand what’s happening,

Only that daddy’s going to be running a very, very long race.

You crouch beside the stroller, adjusting the blanket draped loosely over your son’s lap. He shifts in his seat, kicking his little legs, the hand that’s not holding the cracker is clutching his favorite stuffed bunny, its fur worn from love.

His dark curls peek out from under his hood, and he looks at you with wide, eager eyes.

The race started around an hour ago, and your stood at the halfway mark, and your son had been okay so far, (supplying him with snacks was the way to go).

The halfway mark was where you told Harry you’d be, and then towards the finish line.

“Bluey go zoo,” he announces, eyes locking on the iPad (something had to keep him entertained) nodding firmly, as if this is the most important thing in the world.

You smile, pressing your lips together to keep from laughing. “Oh yeah?”

“Yuh,” he says, chewing his snack between words.

“Bluey see big ‘affe. Giraffe eat leafs.” His little fingers pinch at the air, mimicking the long neck stretching up. “And lion go—RAAHH!”

He throws his arms up dramatically, startling a woman standing nearby, who chuckles as she steps aside.

You grin, reaching to brush a few crumbs from his jacket.

“You’ve been watching that episode a lot, haven’t you?” you murmur, tucking the blanket around him a little tighter.

“Uh-huh,” he says through a mouthful, then pauses, his face screwing up in thought. “I wan’ see ‘affe too.”

“We’ll see if we can find one later, buddy,” you say softly, but your voice trails off as something shifts in the atmosphere around you.

The twenty minutes that follow stretch and fold in on themselves, time both fleeting and endless. Your son chatters on, switching topics with the rapid, boundless energy of a toddler—Bluey, then trucks, then something about a bird he saw earlier that morning. His little hands gesture wildly as he speaks, his face lighting up with each new thought.

You nod along, your attention split between him and the shifting sea of runners passing by. Every so often, a wave of cheers erupts from the crowd as clusters of athletes surge forward, their rhythmic footfalls pounding against the pavement. You scan their faces, searching, waiting.

And then, finally, you see him.

A familiar figure weaves through the pack, his stride steady but powerful. Sunglasses shield his eyes, but you don’t need to see them to know the determination etched into his features. A white bandana is tied securely around his head, keeping his curls from falling into his face.

Even from a distance, you recognize the way his arms move, the slight furrow in his brow as he focuses on his breathing.

Your heart tightens, pride swelling in your chest.

Without thinking, you unbuckle your son from the stroller, lifting him onto your hip so he can see. He clings to you, his little hands pressing against your shoulder as his wide eyes scan the crowd of runners.

And then—he spots him.

“Daddy!” he yells, his voice bright and excited, cutting through the noise.

A few heads turn, but it doesn’t matter, because Harry hears him.

His head snaps to the side, his pace faltering just slightly before he spots you both at the barrier. His lips part, his breath catching, and for a moment, he just stares—his expression shifting from surprise to something softer, something deeper.

You smile, calling his name, your free hand lifting to wave.

Harry doesn’t hesitate. He veers toward you, breaking from his rhythm as he jogs over, his hands pressing against the barrier to steady himself. His chest rises and falls with heavy breaths, but it’s not just the run that has him breathless.

It’s you.

It’s your son.

It’s the sight of the two of you standing there, waiting for him.

Cheering you on.

“Hi, my loves,” he manages, voice thick with emotion, sweat glistening along his temples. His eyes flicker between you and the small boy in your arms, whose hands are now reaching out eagerly. “Oh, buddy, look at you.”

“Daddy runnin’!” your son exclaims, bouncing slightly against your hip. “Go fast, Daddy!”

Harry lets out a breathless laugh, his dimples appearing even as his bottom lip quivers just slightly. He reaches forward, brushing his fingertips over your son’s curls before cupping the back of his head, pressing a quick kiss there. “M’trying, bub. Doin’ my best.”

You stretch your hand out, fingers brushing his damp forearm.

“You’re doing amazing,” you tell him softly, and the way his shoulders drop just slightly lets you know he needed to hear it.

His gaze locks onto yours, something unspoken passing between you. He swallows hard. “Love you.”

You squeeze his arm. “Love you more.”

A voice over the loudspeaker reminds the runners to keep moving, and Harry exhales, nodding. He straightens up, rolling his shoulders back.

“Alright,” he says, mostly to himself, steeling his focus. “I’ll see you at the finish line, yeah?”

Your son wiggles excitedly in your arms. “Win, Daddy!”

Harry grins, shaking his head fondly. “I’ll try, little man.” He presses one last lingering glance at you before he steps back, blending once again into the sea of runners.

You press another kiss to his lips and murmur. “—run baby, run!”

You watch him go, your heart swelling with a mix of pride, love, and anticipation. And as your son settles back against you, resting his head on your shoulder, you whisper, more to yourself than to him—

“He’s got this.”

🏃🏃🏃🏃

He shifts restlessly in your arms, rubbing at his tired eyes with balled-up fists but refusing to settle.

“Wan’ Daddy,” he mumbles, his head heavy against your shoulder.

“I know, baby,” you murmur, swaying gently as you maneuver through the crowd. “He’s almost here. Just a little longer.”

You glance at the tracking app on your phone, your heartbeat kicking up as the little dot moves closer and closer to your location.

Two minutes.

Your breath catches as you press up against the barrier, shifting your son slightly so he can see the runners approaching in the distance. The energy is electric here—cheers erupting as each runner crosses the finish line, the collective exhilaration tangible in the air. But your world narrows to a single focus.

And then, through the blur of movement, you see him.

Harry’s strides are strong, his form steady despite the miles he’s endured. His bandana is damp with sweat, his sunglasses pushed up onto his head now, revealing the exhaustion in his eyes—but when he spots you, when he sees the small, sleepy figure in your arms, something shifts. His expression softens, his pace quickens.

You don’t even have time to react before he veers off course, heading straight for you.

“Here, give ‘im to me,” he breathes out, his voice raspy from exertion as he reaches for your son.

You hesitate. “Harry, you’re exhausted—”

“Please,” he says, and that’s all it takes.

Carefully, you pass your son into his waiting arms. As soon as Harry holds him, the little boy sighs, nestling instinctively against his chest, his tiny fingers curling into the damp fabric of Harry’s shirt.

“Daddy,” he mumbles sleepily.

Harry exhales shakily, pressing a kiss to the top of his curls. “Hey, bub. You waited for me, huh?”

You swipe at the tear pricking your eye, your heart clenching at the sight of them.

Harry turns back toward the finish line, adjusting his grip on the small, drowsy weight in his arms. He grins, breathless but determined. “Alright, let’s do this together, yeah?”

And then, with your son tucked safely against him, he runs the last few steps.

The crowd erupts as they cross the finish line, the cameras flashing, the cheers deafening—but all Harry cares about is the little boy in his arms and the person waiting for him just beyond the barrier.

And as he finally stops, as he leans forward to press his forehead against yours, his voice is thick with emotion when he whispers,

“We did it.”

[horreurscopes]

i wish having to remind someone something three or five or fifteen times or however many it takes until they remember it on their own was more destigmatized within the framework of disability accomodations

like i understand the emotional significance given to the act of remembering, i have myself have had the kneejerk reaction that maybe i'm not as important to someone as they say i am if they forget something i asked of them or told them. i get it. but that's like. a societal expectation that isnt necessarily true, you know.much like eye contact to mean you are listening or a smile to mean you are friendly. like, yeah, of course an asshole who isn't listening to you might not make eye contact, but that doesn't mean that every single time someone isn't making eye contact it means they are an asshole.

to me disposition is much more important than memory, especially in the realm of boundaries and cohabitation, like: let's say you don't like it when your partner puts their shoes on the bed. extremely reasonable thing to ask them not to do, and something that, if not done, would very quickly become a point of contention because them continuing to do the thing you asked them not to is interpreted as a dismissal of your feelings and a violation of a reasonable boundary. and i know a lot of people themselves already struggle putting up boundaries and enforcing them and are extremely reactive to anything that can be interpreted as a boundary being crossed, and this can be super hard to deal with. but like. disabilities ARE hard to deal with, you know, they are frustrating and they might slow you down or inconvenience you, and that's just part of the deal! is it really an accomodation if the line is drawn at whatever arbitrary point someone decides they're done accommodating? do you walk alongside a person on crutches for three blocks and then are like, ok, i've accommodated you enough, time to go at my pace now?

and yes, yes, i know "i forgot" or "i didn't know" can be used to truly harm someone else in a number of infinitely nuanced scenarios. context clues, people. to me that's where disposition comes in and separates "literally struggles to remember" from "disrespecting and pushing boundary", and i think that separation, albeit fuzzy for people who strongly correlate memory and respect, can be learned?

if my partner was like, "hey, don't put your shoes on the bed!" then a respectful disposition towards their boundaries would immediately make me go, "oh no! sorry i forgot! here, i will stop doing it immediatly, and if necessary amend the damage of me forgetting (in this analogy, washing the sheets)". and if this has to happen thirteen times before i remember on my own, i would feel truly bad about it because i'm letting my loved one down even though it's something i legitimately can't control. i don't know! it's the "if you cared, you would remember" unstoppable force vs "if you cared, you'd cut me some slack for not remembering" immovable object, it's hard. like thats what i mean by context clues, what is more likely: that a person who in every other way has shown up for you has suddenly become toxic/selfish/abusive specifically about shoes on the bed, or that they struggle to remember?

i don't know man. the way i see it, ultimately it's a lot more feasible to adjust your expectations of what someone loving you and caring about you will look like and how it shows up in their behavior, than it is to literally force yourself to remember something. and my memory issues are not even that bad! after the fifth or sixth reminder something will generally stick around (unless it's a situation that does not happen often, in which case the large stretches of time in between might hinder my progress), and like someone might just decide the rest of the Me is not worth the trouble, and that's their prerogative, but i do think it says more about them than it does about me.

everyone's always up for disability rights until it becomes inconvenient or clashes with their idea of what "good behavior" should look like. like i can't help but think that if this is something that *i* struggle with socially, i can't imagine what people who have a legitimately debilitating memory disability, who may need to be reminded forever, feel like every day of their damn lives

[slut4megantheestallion]

JJK Characters React to Their S/O Going Down on Them in a Risky Place

→ pairings: satoru gojo, suguru geto, shoko Ieiri, nanami kento, yuji itadori, megumi fushiguro, nobara kugisaki, choso, Sukuna

→ a/n: finally had the time to write something for jjk!!! because I haven't done it in a while because I stopped watching the show and because of school.

GOJO - Under the Meeting Table.

Gojo loves a good thrill, so when you crawl under the table during an important Jujutsu High meeting and unzip his pants, his smirk falters for just a second. He adjusts his sunglasses, spreading his legs slightly to give you better access.

When your tongue runs along the underside of his cock, his fingers twitch against the table. Yaga is talking about school regulations, but Gojo barely hears a word. Instead, he struggles to keep his voice steady as he quips, “Mmm, I think we should be more… flexible with the rules.”

When you take him deeper, hollowing your cheeks, his foot nudges yours under the table—his subtle way of telling you he’s getting close. He’s gripping the edge of the table, and his voice is just a little too breathy. Shoko side-eyes him suspiciously.

“You good, Gojo?” she asks, raising a brow.

“Oh, I’m doing great,” he grins, though his muscles tense when you swirl your tongue around the tip. He shoots you a warning glance under the table. Behave, it says. But his hand finds your hair, pushing you down ever so slightly.

Suguru Geto- Private Dinner Party.

A private, high-end restaurant, soft candlelight, and a table just long enough to keep you hidden. Geto is mid-conversation with some important higher-ups when you decide to slip beneath the table and surprise him.

The moment you pull down his slacks and take him in your mouth, Geto’s expression doesn’t change—he’s too damn composed. But his hand drifts under the table, fingers brushing against your cheek as if to praise you.

“You were saying?” he asks smoothly when someone calls his name, voice utterly controlled despite the way your tongue flicks over his slit.

His thigh muscles tense when you take him all the way in, his breathing just a tad slower. He’s good at maintaining a poker face, but the way his fingers tighten in your hair gives him away. “Such a needy thing, aren’t you?” he murmurs down at you.

If you push him too far, he’ll grab you by the jaw afterward, lips brushing against your ear. “Couldn’t wait until we got home, hm? You’ll pay for that later, sweetheart.”

Shoko Leiri- Doctor's Office

Shoko leans back in her chair, puffing on a cigarette, not even bothering to hide her smirk as you kneel between her legs in her dimly lit office.

She exhales a slow drag as your tongue flicks against her clit, watching the smoke curl toward the ceiling. “You really are bad for me,” she chuckles, voice husky.

When you suck a little harder, her thighs twitch, and her free hand finds your head, fingers tangling in your hair. “Mmm, right there—fuck, yeah, keep doing that.”

She doesn’t hold back her moans, the door unlocked, knowing anyone could walk in at any moment. But that’s part of the fun, isn’t it?

When she comes, her cigarette is half-burned, forgotten in the ashtray. She takes one last drag before crushing it out and pulling you up by your chin, pressing a kiss to your swollen lips. “Next time, I’ll return the favor on your desk.”

Nanami kento- After hours at the Office

Nanami is a disciplined man, but you? You’re his one indulgence.

When you drop to your knees in his office, pushing his chair back slightly, he sighs deeply. “This is highly inappropriate,” he murmurs, but he’s already unbuckling his belt.

He watches you intently, jaw clenched as your lips wrap around him. His fingers twitch when you take him to the base, resisting the urge to grab your head and thrust deeper.

“You’re making this—ah—very difficult for me,” he says, voice strained. When you suck harder, his grip tightens on the armrests, knuckles white.

When he finally comes, he exhales a long, heavy breath, brushing his thumb along your jaw. “You are insatiable,” he mutters, pulling you into his lap. “Now, let me make you come undone.”

Yuji itadori- Movie Theater

Yuji is nervous as hell when your hand sneaks into his lap during the movie.

“W-We’re in public,” he whispers, glancing around. But when your fingers unzip his pants and pull him free, his breath hitches.

He grips the armrest, eyes wide as your mouth wraps around him. “Oh, fuck—” he mutters under his breath, quickly covering his mouth to muffle a groan.

He keeps his eyes on the screen, but he’s not watching the movie at all. When you swallow him down, his hips buck slightly. “Baby, you’re gonna kill me,” he breathes.

When he comes, he bites his lip so hard he nearly draws blood. As you sit back up, he looks at you with dazed, half-lidded eyes. “You’re evil,” he whispers. “And I love you for it.”

Megumi fushiguro- car ride

Megumi grips the steering wheel so tight his knuckles turn white.

“This is so dangerous,” he hisses, trying to keep his eyes on the road while you lean over and take him in your mouth.

His breathing is ragged, jaw clenched as you suck him deeper. “Fuck,” he groans, his free hand gripping your thigh. “You’re gonna make me crash.”

His body shudders when he finishes, eyes squeezed shut for a second. When he pulls over afterward, he glares at you, cheeks red. “You’re making me drive home like this?”

Nobara Kugisaki- Dressing room

“You are so bad,” Nobara giggles, biting her lip as you kneel between her legs in the dressing room stall.

When your tongue flicks against her clit, her nails scrape against the mirror, a muffled moan escaping her lips. “Fuck, keep going,” she whispers, legs trembling.

When she comes, she tugs you up, breathless. “You’re buying me something expensive after this,” she teases, kissing you deeply.

Choso Kamo- Alleyway

Choso leans against the wall, panting as your mouth works him over. “Shit,” he mutters, fingers threading into your hair.

His red eyes burn with hunger as he watches you. “You love making a mess of yourself, don’t you?” he groans.

When he finishes, he pulls you into a deep, slow kiss. “You’re mine,” he murmurs.

Ryomen Sukuna- Throne Room

Sukuna watches you with predatory amusement, his fingers tangled in your hair. “On your knees before your king—good pet.”

When you take him deep, he growls, throwing his head back. “That’s it—fuck, just like that.”

He doesn’t let you up until he’s satisfied, pulling you into his lap afterward. “You’ll be doing that again later.”

[seaborgium-dazies]

call me baby ♡ mdni

how mha boys praise you praise kink, established relationship, f!reader, dirty talk (puppy, princess, good girl), p in v, oral f!receiving 🌊: deku, bakugo, shoto, kirishima

deku:

I think it goes without saying that deku loves calling you puppy. He sprinkles a mix of darling, love and dear into his daily use of pet names as well. 'Puppy' is something very private to him; something meant just for him and you; something that lays both of you completely bare. And we all know how rambly deku gets when he's nervous or excited, you can bet your ass it's even more amplified when he's horny.

When deku came home after evening patrol completely spent you could practically feel the exhaustion dripping off of him and pooling on the floor around him. You hated seeing him like this and you knew you had to help him somehow. It didn't take long until you were on top of him bouncing and grinding to your hearts content. You made quick work of deku and soon enough he was trying his hardest to hold onto what was left of his sanity. "Puppy, you feel s'good" he slurs as your hips rock against his. He could barely keep his green eyes open and yet he couldn't stop praising you. "You're so so good to me puppy, taking me so well, ahh~". Even when his mind was wiped blank the love he held for you was so prominent that his tongue was doing somersaults, carefully stringing words of praise together "You're doing so good for me puppy. You feel haaah~ amazing. Keep going puppy, puppy-". His rambling came to a halt only as his muscles spasmed and his head fell back in a silent cry. But he was quick to pick up again after he came back to his senses, telling you how good you feel and how much he loves you <3

bakugo:

Bakugo may seem like a person who doesn't praise at all but in reality he's a sucker for it. In the beginning it would really require some emotional work from him though because admitting how much he cares for you and how important you are to him is incredibly hard for him. It's something he struggles with but after he gets used to being vulnerable with you he can't stop praising you. Especially when you're having sensual sex the words effortlessly fall from his lips.

You were going at it for what felt like hours and yet it was only your second round. Bakugos cock was pistoning in and out of you with speed that left you unable to speak. Your whines and moans fell like oil into the fire that is Katsuki Bakugos ego. "Yeah? You like that?" Katsuki asks breathlessly. Your reply made entirely of moans only earns a cocky chuckle. "You're taking me so well baby, just like that, yeah". He hungrily stares at the space where you two are connected, eager to get more moans out of you he starts circling your clit. "Just like that baby, just let loose for me princess". You couldn't help but throw your head back as he settled on the perfect pace. You couldn't help but wonder if someone had given him an instruction manual on how to make you cum with the way that he's working your buttons. "Eyes on me pretty princess" he says as he gently guides your face back "That's a good girl". And with one more flick of your clit your orgasm washes over you, bakugos voice still echoing through your head.

shoto:

At first shoto was very new to dirty talk but after you tried it out on him and he enjoyed it a lot he decided he wanted to be able to make you feel that way too. His gentle and kind nature translates to this aspect as well and and his dirty talk is very literal.

It took shoto mere seconds to figure out that something was bothering you. Although you tried to hide it as to not alarm or bother him, you weren't too surprised that he had you pegged so quickly. Shoto coaxed your troubles out of you, and as he heard that you couldn't help but feel undesirable and unattractive his brows furrowed. Luckily he knew exactly how to convince you of the opposite. His tongue was lapping at your folds and obscene slurping sounds filled the air. "Your pretty pussy tastes so good, mmmm". The vibration of shotos groan made you moan. He pulled away with a dopey smile and spoke with a voice so sweet it was practically dripping honey. "Look at you all splayed out for me, I've never seen anything more beautiful, you take my breath away baby". And just like that, as if he didn't just bring tears to your eyes with his words he ducked down and sucked on your clit like there was no tomorrow.

kirishima:

Kirishima is already kissing the ground you walk on in everyday life so it's no surprise that he's showering you with praise in the bedroom as well. Really it'd be a surprise if someone were to date him and NOT develop a praise kink. He maneuvers his way around words like a champion, alternating between sickly sweet and downright nasty.

Kirishima considered it a miracle that the two of you had a day off work that actually lined up. He didn't remember the last time that had happened. He was up and dripping with sweat from his morning run as you were still sound asleep. A quick shower later he stepped out of the fogged up room to hear you humming in the kitchen. He saw you making yourself a cup of coffee, leaning against the kitchen counter in nothing but panties and an oversized shirt. He took a good thirty seconds to just watch your ass gently bounce as you were bobbing your head to the song from the radio, almost salivating at the way your flesh spilled out of your panties. You heard a soft "Baby you're killing me" from the hallway. You just had to chuckle when you saw kirishima, palming his boner. The effect you had on him was truly undeniable. You curled your finger, beckoning him to come and kirishima was on you in an instant. His tongue was working miracles on your neck and every time he stopped to breathe, he leaned in close and whispered something sinfully sweet into your ear. As if your mind wasn't hazy enough as you heard him "Such a good girl for me, so perfect". Your knees were about to give out as kirishima scooped you up in his arms and carried you to your bed. You couldn't deny that he was your demise as well as your salvation.

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[greenwitchfromthewoods]

second chance. l Frankie "Catfish" Morales

Summary: you broke up after a quarrel, now you've met again

Warnings: angst, mentioning drug addiction, crying, breakup, mentioned Santi, some fluff at the end

A/N: I had to clear my head. I'm not proud of it, but I had to write something. Be gentle. Thank you for being here and reading these scribbles.

your feedback is very important to me and I want to thank you for all the reblogs, comments and likes. I secretly hope you like this story.🖤 sorry for all the mistakes

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"Hi, you look good."

You didn't expect those words, but you knew that voice so well that your heart skipped a beat. A strange feeling filled your body, as if someone had suddenly stripped you of all your insides and left you empty. Even though the pub was filled with people, suddenly it was just you and him.

"Hi, Frankie." You replied, trying to keep your voice neutral. "You look good too."

A small smile appeared on his lips, he probably realized that it was just a polite greeting. A greeting for those who know each other. But you were more than that, right?

You didn't expect to meet him in this pub that evening. It was a strange assumption, because after all, you lived in the same city. However, when you break up with someone, and that breakup was like a hurricane and an earthquake in one, you don't usually try to meet them again soon.

And so it was with you and Frankie. Almost a year ago, maybe a little longer. And now he was standing in front of you. In a clean shirt and dark jeans, in a cap you knew so well. Brown eyes stared at you with the same attentiveness as before. He really looked good. Like he had a good night's sleep, eaten a few solid meals and... was clean.

"Do you come here often?" he asked, he noticed you looking around the crowd of people looking for someone with your eyes. "Um, are you here with someone?"

"With a friend." you replied. "Do you remember Sarah?"

He nodded. "Yeah, I remember. A girls' night out?"

"Something like that. But no, I don't come here often. I don't have much free time."

Frankie smiled, and a part of your brain woke up sending you a signal - you loved his smile so much.

"I always thought you worked too much." he said, winking at you.

"That's not it." you looked down and there was silence for a moment.

You felt embarrassed by his presence, but it wasn't uncomfortable. You had worked through all the bad feelings you had when you broke up, and you actually missed him a little. Did it make sense? You had broken your hearts, but you still missed him. Was it masochistic?

"I've been going to school for a while now. You know, I told you about it. Back in the day..."

Frankie's eyes widened with interest as he remembered what you were talking about. "No, shit! Really? That's great! You've wanted to do this for a long time, so good for you."

A warm feeling crept up the back of your neck, but you smiled widely. "Thank you."

Frankie bit his lip and nodded in appreciation. "I've always thought you were incredibly smart. So that's what's taking up so much of your time now? That and work?"

"Yeah. Sometimes I go days without a proper meal or... I'm sorry, that must bore you."

"No! Go on, darling."

The sweet nickname slipped out of his mouth naturally, and it was even more natural when he took your elbow and led you a little to the side so you could talk in peace. The smell of his cologne filled your nostrils, you knew it so well. Your body began to react with pleasant excitement to his presence.

"And what about you? How's life?" you asked.

Frankie adjusted his cap and let out a breath. "Good. Quite good." he replied. "I changed companies, and now I have really good conditions."

"That's great."

"Yeah, I think so too."

It was late when he got home, but he could feel something was wrong from the very beginning. All the lights were on, and the noises coming from the bedroom were rather unusual.

Damn it, you should be asleep already. He didn't feel like starting another row, and they filled these walls almost every day. However, he dragged himself down the hallway and gently pushed the door open.

Frankie didn't expect this. There was an open suitcase on the bed. He noticed a bundle of your clothes thrown into it in disarray. The drawers in the dresser and the wardrobe were open.

He cleared his throat and took a step, but at the same moment you came out of the bathroom carrying your cosmetics in your hands. You stood there paralyzed when you saw Frankie in the doorway.

Your eyes were swollen from crying, but there was something else in them. Anger and stubbornness, determination.

"What's going on?" he asked in a slightly hoarse voice.

You lifted your chin slightly. "What does this look like?" you asked as well, quickly approaching the bed and throwing your things into the suitcase. With a graceful movement you closed it "I'm leaving. It's over."

A cold shiver ran down his spine. He took a few more steps and put his hands on his hips watching you struggle with the latches.

"Come on..." Frankie began "It's late. Let's talk about this."

You didn't react. Something inside him boiled and he grabbed the handle of the suitcase, dragging it across the bed towards him.

"Leave it!" you hissed, catching it and holding it "I'm not joking, Frankie! I'm leaving! I've had enough!"

"What this time?" he replied a little too loudly "You're making a scene!"

Before the words left his mouth he already knew he had overdone it. Your eyes widened in a second.

You reached into your pants pocket and after a moment you threw something at him. The small bag bounced off his broad chest and fell silently to the carpet. He recognized it immediately.

"I found it in the car. You must have dropped it last time." you growled.

"It's not like that..."

"Bullshit!" Tears welled up in your eyes. "I've been hearing the same lies for months! I know exactly why you got fired! I wanted to help you, and you promised me you'd never... Ohhh!"

You grabbed the handle of your suitcase and pulled it to the ground, then headed for the door. You pushed past him without letting him grab your arm. Frankie had taken you to the edge. You'd been together for almost two years, and you really loved him. But his addiction was becoming more important than you. You asked, you wanted to help.

The therapist you found for him told you that Frankie had only been to see him three times before he stopped showing up at all. He told you that he went there regularly. Then there were the problems at work and he got fired, he started coming home later and later, and when you were looking for something that had fallen on the floor of your car and you found that damn bag - you already knew.

Your heart was breaking with every step, but you knew that Frankie needed shock therapy. You knew you couldn't...

"Frankie!"

You almost reached the door when you suddenly lost ground under your feet. Strong arms wrapped around your waist and Frankie lifted you up. You started kicking your legs.

"Let me go!" you screamed.

"You're not going anywhere! You can't!" he thundered, putting you down and turning to face him "You have to listen to me, it's not like that..."

"Shut up! You've been lying all this time! All this time!"

"Not when I said I loved you, hermosa."

"Oh! Cut this shit! This isn't love!" your face was full of rage, you wanted to hurt him, to stick a needle in him so hard that it would hurt him for a long time "You just needed someone to clean up the mess after you! Someone to pat you on the head and let you do all this! You needed a pussy you could fuck!"

There was silence. Frankie's hands were gripping your shoulders tightly, his eyes darkened.

"You know that's not true." he finally said.

"Yeah? And what of what you're saying is true? Nothing. Zero. I wanted to help you, but you don't care at all." you jerked away "Let me go, Frankie."

"You have to listen to me..."

"Let me go! Now!"

His fingers loosened and you slipped out of his hands. You grabbed your suitcase again and this time you reached the door.

"I love you." his resigned voice reached your ears.

"I'm not so sure about that anymore."

You took a sip of beer while listening to Frankie. He seemed excited about his new job, and the energy that flowed from him was simply positive. His hand would occasionally brush your arm or wrist as you both burst out laughing, his eyes looking at you with the tenderness you knew from the beginning of your acquaintance.

"I guess I'll have to go back now." You sighed, glancing at your phone. "I have classes tomorrow."

"Do you like it?" he asked, watching you text your friend back, informing her that you had to leave.

"What do you mean?" you looked up at him. Frankie shrugged.

"Your life. Now. Because it seems to me that you're different. More fulfilled? Happier?"

"I don't know, I haven't thought about it to be honest."

He nodded, his hand shyly finding yours. "Can I give you a lift home?"

You agreed. Maybe you shouldn't have, maybe it was a mistake. But Frankie had somehow found his way to your heart, and you didn't want to part ways with him yet.

"When you left..." he began as you drove through the empty streets towards your apartment "It hit me. Really hard."

You clenched your fingers, but you couldn't look in his direction. But Frankie clearly wanted to talk, maybe he had been waiting for this for a really long time and could finally get it all off his chest.

"I drank for three days. I don't remember much from that period. Santi showed up at my place and... He told me something I'll never forget."

You could barely recognize your own voice. "What did he say?"

Frankie cleared his throat. "He said it was all my fault. That I was dragging you down, and you were trying to keep us both afloat the whole time. He also said that if I wanted you back, that if I loved you at all, I should do something about it."

Something tightened your throat and your eyes stung from the tears that were seeping into your eyelids. The car turned, you were already close to your apartment.

"I went to therapy. Santi took me there twice a week. It was a terrible time. He had to take my phone because I wanted to call you every day. I don't know how I managed to get through it without you."

"But you did it." You dared to look at him, a weak smile appeared on his face. "I'm so proud of you, Frankie."

"Thank you."

The car stopped. Your journey ended, and you got out, feeling like your legs were almost giving out under you. You whispered a quiet "thank you" and "I'm glad I saw you, Frankie." and then feeling like your heart almost jumped out of your chest, you headed for the door.

"I still love you."

You closed your eyes. His voice was clear, determined. You stopped, feeling like you could fall apart at any moment.

"Frankie..." you whispered, but he wouldn't let you do more.

He was right behind you now, you could feel the heat radiating from him. Your body reacted to his closeness.

"I knew you'd be at this pub today."

You turned around and looked at him, surprised. Frankie seemed embarrassed, but he continued.

"I met Sarah a while ago. We talked..."

He noticed a small frown between your eyebrows, "She didn't tell me anything..."

Frankie shoved his hands into the pockets of his jeans and shrugged, "I begged her not to tell you. Listen, all this year you were the only thing that kept me alive. I wanted to be clean again, but I also wanted to be able to look you in the eye again. I'm sorry, hermosa... I'm sorry you went through all that with me. It was hell, and you tried so hard to save me."

You couldn't stop the tears that began to flow down your cheeks. You didn't even react when a warm hand touched your cheek and he wiped the tears away with his thumb.

"I still love you, hermosa." Frankie continued. "I don't know if I'll ever be able to stop. But I know I can't expect that from you, not after what I did."

"You hurt me, Frankie..." you sobbed, you saw the pain in his eyes, the same pain you still felt in your heart. "I wanted to save you, I wanted to save us... Maybe I wasn't strong enough?"

"No, it's not like that!" he shook his head, taking your face in both hands. "It wasn't a job for just one person. I understand that now. I'm sorry, I'm sorry I let you down so much."

You instinctively snuggled into his chest. Damn, you missed him so much this year. Almost every day you wondered what was happening to him, or you thought back to the times when everything was fine. There were days when you hated Frankie, when you resented yourself for always having him in your heart. But now you understood - you had to fall apart to understand what was truly important to you.

Frankie stroked your back, repeating silent apologies, and you felt as if all the tension that you had in your body was slowly leaving you.

"You okay?" he asked when you finally pulled away from him, wiping the last tears with your hand and probably completely smudging your mascara.

You nodded, "Yeah. I'm sorry, I shouldn't have..."

"Don't apologize, hermosa. You have nothing to apologize for."

There was silence for a moment. But it wasn't an uncomfortable silence, rather one where you were both trying to gather your thoughts. Finally, you were the first to speak.

"I'm so glad you managed to do all this. I'm really proud of you, Frankie. Now... Now your life will be different, better."

"You think so?" he asked, and you looked at him surprised. "I guess you didn't hear what I said earlier. I love you, and I don't know if I'll ever stop. But I know I can't force you to do anything. You listened to me, that's already a lot. Maybe that's all I deserve."

He must have already accepted it, except that he lost you, because before you could answer anything, he slowly moved towards his car. You watched him, feeling your heart pounding in your chest like crazy. You weren't even aware that you had opened your mouth, only the sound of your voice that cut through the silence brought you back to your senses.

"I'm finishing classes tomorrow after three. If you want to go for coffee, or..."

In an instant Frankie turned around "How about for lunch? You'll definitely be hungry, and you said you haven't been eating very well lately."

You smiled and nodded. "Lunch sounds good."

"Wonderful." He smiled too. That damn smile of his.

"So... Are we in touch?"

"Of course, hermosa."

With a slightly calmer heart you disappeared into the building, feeling that the smile didn't leave your face. 

Maybe a second chance really did exist? Maybe you too had a chance for a new beginning...

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Thank you for your time.

[thevoidscreams]

Could you write something about Vulkan? Preferably smut. I love this loving and massive super-human :3

Year 2 day 1

warning: smut and Vulkan being the GOAT (I love him so much)

Also the emperor being a good dad. Which is shocking. I know.

Word count:2966

'I heard that she's the wife of a primarch' 'she doesn't look like anything special to me' 'How long have they been married? and not a single child to be seen.. odd wouldn't you say?' 'Really it's an embarrassment that the emperor's own son would marry someone so.. common. There's nothing special about the girl at all.'

Your hand clenched around the stem of your glass as you tried to ignore the whispering around you. High Lords and nobles mingled or fought for the attention of your husband or brother's in law.

Vulkan was engaged in a very lively debate about something or another with his brother Ferrus, who seemed as though he would much rather be having the conversation anywhere but there.

Well that was certainly a mood, everything about this "party" blew, and not in a fun way. Why were they even having this party? Was it a celebration? A birthday maybe? Fuck if you knew, it just seemed like a prerequisite anytime more than two primarchs were back on Terra.

"You do not seem to be having a very good time." The speaker had come up behind you, which shocked you, you hadn't noticed anyone approaching. "Oh yeah, I'm not big on-" your voice faltered as you finished turning and saw the Emperor and two of his custodial retinue behind him. He was the height of an above average man at the moment and he was smiling down at you with a knowing sort of expression. "S-sorry, I um, I didn't mean any offense by that."

"It is alright, you are not required to be overjoyed by every gathering you attend. And I too admit that I would rather be elsewhere. But it is not a good look politically to decline every invitation."

"No, I suppose not." You smiled, and his demeanor shifted to a more fatherly one. It was hard to describe how exactly he did it, but suddenly the air between you both was far more at ease and comfortable.

"How have you been finding your marriage to my son?" You hadn't spoken in a few years, not since the wedding, so the question didn't surprise.

"Well, when he isn't actively campaigning or forging or teaching his sons, I must say I've never been happier. He is a wonderful man and I love him so much." You explained. The Emperor nodded and smiled. "I imagine you must be lonely when he is away." He supposed. "Sometimes, but his sons are good company and I always feel safe when they are around."

"Good, that is good." He seemed thoughtful. "Have you considered sons or daughters of your own?"

Luckily you hadn't had any drink in your mouth or you might have spit all over him as the suddenness of his question struck you.

"We've talked about it. I have no opposition to it, neither does he." You explained. "It's just that he's been rather busy and we haven't had much time recently." Your cheeks felt hot and it wasn't the drink causing it, that was for sure.

"I see. Perhaps he should take some time then, he has been doing well and I do believe he has earned it."

"Goodness, that would be nice, but I fear nothing short of you ordering it of him would take him from his work. He's so dedicated and there is so much expected of him."

Your father in law seemed to digest the words and nodded. "Well then, the hour is getting late and it is about time I start seeing my guests off. Would you like an escort to see you back to your room when you are done with socializing?" He motioned to the Custodes to his left and you fought back a gasp.

"Oh, no, thank you really, but I'm sure they have more important things to do than look after a grown woman."

His smile softened a shade and he placed a hand on your shoulder. "You are married to my son, that makes you my daughter now, that makes you a very important individual. It would not be out of line to assign one to you to see you safely across the palace."

Well, it seemed the decision had been made for you as he made a brief motion to the golden clad warrior and bid you farewell, leaving the custodian to watch over you. Though the armored giant didn't say anything as they took their post beside you.

Vulkan had concluded his conversation with his brother when he felt drawn to the other side of the room. Most of the guests had trickled out by now, very few were left, but he was delighted to see his father had remained. Motioning his son over, the primarch did as his father bid, going to his side. "Father, I am glad to have a moment with you. How have you been."

"Well, but there is a matter of importance that I wish to speak of with you."

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The looming presence behind you was as intimidating as it was protective. Even if you knew the way back and knew that the palace was likely the safest place in the whole universe, the Emperor had ordained it and thus you had another very large guard keeping you safer than imaginable. They preceded you into the room, checked it and then allowed you in before standing guard outside the door.

'Stay on post with her until Vulkan returns.' Was the silent order they had received and so it would be.

The primarch of the Salamanders did not return for almost two hours. Well into the midnight hour. He greeted the custodian as he entered. Shutting the doors behind him and locking them.

Rousing from your sleep at the sound you were glad to see the man you loved so dearly. "Vulkan, my dragon, I missed you."

He chuckled as he disrobed and joined you in bed, kissing the top of your head. "I was gone but a few hours my flame." His strong arms pulled you atop his body and he peppered your face with kisses. "I know, but it was still too long."

His smile could have melted the ice of a frozen death world. It was so warm.

"My father pulled me aside after the party." He explained, which caught your interest.

"I see, is everything alright?"

"He has taken me from my duties to the crusade. There are other matters he wishes me to attend." His hands slide down over your hips.

"Really? That's so odd, I was just joking earlier that the only way you could be taken away from your duties in the crusade would be if he had ordered it."

Vulkan hummed, his hands gliding up to squeeze your ass. "Yes," he rumbled against your throat, "what do you think he took me off active duty for?"

His words sent a jolt down your spine and a bloom of heat between your thighs.

His lips worked over the tender flesh there, kissing and sucking as he grinds his hips up into you.

"Apparently I am to tend to my needy little flame, and I am not to return to duty until we have a little spark of our own." His voice deepened in the way it only ever did when he was giving an order or intensely aroused.

"And since I have you here and you're awake now," his hardened length pressed to your entrance as he continued to flex his hips. "I figure now is as good a time as any to get started."

"My love~" his fingers quested down to begin preparing your body for him. The warm press of his finger against your already wet hole made you shiver. He rubbed tight circles as he adjusted his cock just so his every movement would grind it against your clit.

"Fuck, Vulkan, I need more."

He smiled and continued his slow torture. "Why rush, we have all night?" He replied, his teeth worried little trails of his love into the flesh of your shoulder. You knew you'd have marks to show for it later.

"Please, Vulkan, please!" You begged as the pad of his finger pressed in slightly but pulled away again.

"Are you sure? After such a long day I figure you'd need some time to unwind before anymore rigorous activities. Why not let me take care?"

You whined in response as his thick drooling cock pressed just right and made your hips reflexively jerk. "Throne damn it Vulkan. Please, I need you. I've needed you all day and especially during that stupid party."

Vulkan shifted, he raised his hand to lift your chin so he could look at your face properly.

"What happened?" His tone was serious, his burning eyes searching your face for any signs of harm, but he only found upset.

"Just nobles being stupid." You sighed but the biting words that tore you down still rung in your mind despite how hard you tried to push them out.

"It's nothing, I just.. I'm being too sensitive about it."

He shook his head. "No, tell me, I will see that this is handled. What did they say to you."

"That's just it, they didn't say it to me. At least not to my face, they didn't all their tearing down behind my back, but I could still hear them."

Vulkan kissed your cheeks. "What did they say?" He asked again, more gently this time.

You knew you had to tell him now, and so you did, all the shallow and awful comments. You felt like a child again, tattling to the teacher when the other kids were bullying you. "Like I said. It's stupid, and I shouldn't have let their words get to me."

"None of their words are true." His hands squeezed your hips gently. "They're jealous, I married the most wonderful woman in the universe and they are unable to handle such a truth." He kissed the side of your face and neck affectionately.

"I wouldn't say the most wonderful, that's a bit much." You replied, holding in a giggle as he attacked a particularly ticklish spot.

"Are you calling me a liar?" He grumbled into your cheek. "No, just an over-exaggerator."

He growled and the sound went straight to your pussy as his hold turned more firm. "Why does my own flame doubt me so terribly?" "I just don't think I'm worth the praise." You breathed as he growled again. "Who do you trust more? Your husband? Or the jealous nobles who live and thrive off gossip and tearing others down to retain their station?"

"You, of course."

"Good, then trust that by morning you won't remember anything they said to you or about you at that unnecessary function." He promised, and his finger took its place from before circling your entrance, except this time he pressed it in.

You moaned softly as he gave you time to adjust. But only just as he began to move his finger, making you squeak and wiggle back into his hand.

It was almost absurd how easy it was for him to drive your mind blank. "Just relax my flame, I will take care of you."

Another finger brushed against your soaking heat and you knew he was going to push it in even before he did it. He needed to ensure you were thoroughly prepared before he could just take you. When he pressed it in there was no sting or burning as there had been when you first were growing accustomed to him, but you did feel full, fuller than any other source, save for his cock, could provide. He pressed his lips to the top of your head, his voice warm and deep as he praised you for taking his fingers so well.

He continued to press kisses to your hair and face as he pulled his fingers free causing you to whine at the loss. "I was so close." You grumbled as he raised his love slicked fingers to his mouth and sucked them clean with a deep groan. "Oh my flame, you grow sweeter each time I taste you." His massive hands hauled you up his body further as he settled you over his face. "I believe I will need another taste." He swallowed and a quick glance over your shoulder revealed his hard throbbing cock. The first lick was so inhumanly hot, but his body was always like that. He moaned as he went back for another swipe of his tongue. His hands slid down to hold your hips, pressing you down on his mouth further and you relaxed your weight onto him the way you knew he liked. He rewarded you with another long lick before he plunged his tongue into you. You had been so close from just his fingers and you found yourself teetering on the edge again as he fucked your pussy with his mouth, groaning in pure ecstasy as he drank down every bit of juice you provided. "Vulkan," you gasped, "I'm gonna cum love. I'm gonna..." Your body shook and your thighs clamped around his head as he growled in satisfaction, his burning eyes blazed up at you as he watched you fall apart. His growl morphed to a groan as you came on his tongue and he lapped up every drop.

Carefully he laid you down next to him, his body shifting over your as his cock strained between his legs. "My flame, I can not wait any longer." You reached for his face cupping his cheeks and pulling him down for a kiss. "Then don't, please my Dragon, I need you as well." He gave you a flash of the ice melting smile and kissed you deeply as he pressed his cock to your entrance. "My love, you are so much more than anyone could ever dream, and I intend to show you just how much you mean to me. Tonight, and tomorrow and the day after and so on until you know just how deeply I love you." His cock sank slowly into you, inch by inch as he professed his love, until your body had stretched to allow him to sink almost impossibly to the base. "You see. Perfect, just as I said." His hand sought yours, holding it gently as he raised your fingers to his mouth and pressed a kiss to each one as he pulled back his hips and thrust back in. He had to show you just how much he loved you even when making love. The bed groaned under you as he thrust again, the feeling of being so full of him was electric, each thrust making little stars dance behind your closed eyelids.

He kissed one of your knuckles, thrusting in hard, but not enough to harm. "Kind." He murmured softly, thrusting in and kissing the next. "Intelligent." He murmured again, moving to the next. "Funny." He repeated the process, for each knuckle he kissed he listed another thing he adored about you. "Loving, beautiful." When he reached the last knuckle he turned your hand over, kissing your palm. "Good with my sons." He gave you a sly smirk at that one, knowing that you always got flustered when they referred to you as 'mother'. Trailing kisses up your arm he continued his compliments until he got to your collarbone, where his lips sealed against your skin and he marked you, leaving a hickey that would be near impossible to miss without a necked shirt or sweater. He looked over the mark and once satisfied he smiled and began his kisses again. The whole while he had been going at an even and maddeningly unhurried pace. "Please, I need you to go faster, I'm getting close but I just need more." You whined, begging him with not only your words but your eyes. "Eager." He said as he left another kiss, this just next to your lips. Teasing you. "Please Vulkan, Please." He wouldn't admit it allowed in the moment, but hearing the way you cried his name as he was thrust into you as deep as he was drove him mad with lust. It had been a battle to keep his wits about him as he heard each little whine or moan. His lips finally brushed over yours, "Most of all," he groaned as his arms scooped under your body to hug you closer to him. "I adore you for being yourself, I could not have married a better woman." His lips pressed to yours and you met the gesture with equal enthusiasm. It was then the damn broke and he was barely able to keep from slamming into you and potentially hurting you, but his thrust picked up, his need to fuck you properly over coming him as he let his need take over in setting the pace. His mouth moved with yours now swallowing your moans and cries as he fucked you into the bed, his arms still holding you close as the bed creaked louder in protest. He felt himself get closer and you were there with him, pussy clenching as you fell apart, your arms tightening around his shoulders as well, as you used his body to keep yourself grounded. You both came, your body milking his cock as he did and his thrusts continuing to ensure you properly came undone beneath him.The primarch spent the next several minutes kissing you, his small wife, as you basked in the afterglow. He hadn't pulled out and he didn't intend to. After all, his father had told him that he was to stay off active duty until such time as you had conceived and given birth and he intended to use that time to the fullest.

[writhyv]

⋆｡°✩ coming home to your pouty bf

unsorted | park jongseong x male!reader

pairing: jay x male reader genre: fluff ffdsfsdfgdsg notes: one note - pouty jay

“Jaaaayy~” you cooed, trying to figure out what the small fuss was about.

“Mmh…” your lover pouted as he sat on your comfortable leather couch. He looked a bit conflicted, but also really mad. But not really? You’d know if he was truly mad, but this felt very strange.

Walking to his side, you tried to hug him. Even though he was starting to gain some muscle, you could still hug him tight like a sloth. Leaning your head into the empty space between his shoulders and neck, Jay sighed, attempting to look away from you.

“Jaaaayy~” you continued to try your best, watching him pout even harder. His lips were pursed, clearly upset about something.

“Mmh…” he kept giving you those tiny hums. Maybe something had set him off? But it was really hard to tell…

Thinking of what might’ve upset him, you took one last look at him before sitting properly on the couch. Gently holding his hand as you made your way through his arms, you prepared your voice so he could hear you clearly.

“Are you mad I got home early?” you asked, thinking this might be one reason for his unusual tantrum.

Jay shot a glance at you, almost breaking his own neck with the speed. You nearly had to hide your giggle, but a snort came out instead.

“Mad?” Jay raised his brow, clearly concerned.

“Y-yeah?” you replied. “Like… do you—”

“I’m not mad!” he insisted, trying to speak clearly. Understanding the certainty in his answer, you nodded back.

“Uh-huh…” you agreed, albeit reluctantly.

“I just…” another pout appeared on his lips, this time directed toward you. At least, that’s how it looked.

“Just?”

“Ughhh…” he groaned, lying back against the couch as dramatically as he could. Clearly, he wanted to say something, but there was a hiccup, and he felt stuck.

Rubbing his leg for comfort, Jay looked at you with an apologetic gaze. You smiled, knowing you were there for him, no matter what he was feeling at that moment.

“I…” Jay sighed before sitting up again.

“You?”

“I wanted to…” he gulped, holding back one last time. “I wanted to pick you up, and you didn’t call me.”

“Pfft!” You almost burst out laughing at that. Jay looked at you, donning that pout once more.

“Hey!”

“BAHAHAH!!” You laughed, rolling off the couch and landing on your rugged carpet from the sudden dose of comedy. “Oh my god…”

“You could’ve told me?” Jay continued, crossing his arms like a frustrated mother.

And rightfully so, he felt devastated (to a point). Listen, you’d never really done surprises around him, okay? Actually, that was his thing. He gives you flowers, a comfy chair, a famous painting, and maybe a couple of tickets to a nice game of Japanese baseball. TLDR, that was a HIM thing.

Knowing the date when your flight home lands was important to him, too. He didn’t care what time of day it was or whether he was tired from practice sessions or midnight meetings—he was going to get you home safe and sound.

And now, in his mind, his plan was ruined. He wanted to cook a nice dinner for a cozy night in, perfect a new song he’d just worked on to share the demo with you, buy candlelight, and cover your whole apartment in rose petals just to welcome you back from your stressful overseas seminar trip this week.

But none of that mattered anymore because it all came crashing down when he saw you behind your apartment door.

You wore a golden smile he truly missed seeing in person, looking so refreshed from your trip almost 4 million miles away from him. You radiated a particular shine, and Jay felt overwhelmed by it.

He couldn’t properly welcome someone so surreal that he called his own boyfriend. His lover.

Suddenly, all those emotions were washed away into nothingness. Without the sorrow of what should’ve happened, and the guilt of being outnumbered in your own game, Jay fell back on the couch with you on top of him.

With great force, you grabbed his face and kissed him as much as you could. It felt like running out of air while sprinting uphill, taking in all the oxygen around you and breathing it in as fast as possible.

That was what broke Jay, and it always would. A lasting kiss turned into a playful battle for dominance, which then transformed into a sweet release of dopamine and the scent of love between the two of you.

Jay could only touch his lips in awe, still stunned that you kissed him that much.

With a cute giggle, you looked at him and lightly tapped his nose repeatedly, laying your weight on his broad chest.

“So, still mad?” you asked.

“I-I’m sorry.” Jay looked away, trying not to cringe at himself for being so childish.

But with one gentle gesture, you took a finger to his jaw and turned him slowly to face you.

“Never be sorry,” you smiled. “I love you, always.”

Kissing him again felt like too much, yet you did it without hesitation. You loved overwhelming Jay with your romance because deep down, you knew this man needed all of it. And you were the only one qualified to administer this special procedure.

You were his better half, for better and forever.

jay is clearly the cutest member of enhypen. now smother him in kisses HAAHAHDJAHDJFSAF

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[charlieluver]

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(Ben Shelton × fem!reader) Word count: 720 Warnings: none

Ben loved tennis. His passion for tennis is beyond any possible level you could ever imagine. And he loved you. So when both of the things he loved coincided, Ben was the happiest man ever. This is the reason why at 8 am on a Sunday morning, Ben dragged you out of bed for a play date. "Ben seriously? You couldn't sleep in one Sunday that you get off?" "Babe please, I love seeing you play cmonn imma teach you some cool stuff alright? I even picked a cute fit for you, lets go."

The warmup that Ben makes you do before playing is killing you. "Ben babe please let me drink a sip of water." "Nuh uh, its not good for you," he says as he hands you the racquet. "But babe-" you pout, giving him puppy eyes. "tsk, fine have one sip. You really know how to persuade me." he rolls his eyes playfully.

You back touches his hard chest, his hand holding yours as he is guiding you on how to serve. "You eyes should always be on the ball, the hand eye coordination is very important..." His words drown as you feel his heartbeat, his breath tickling your neck. You could only concentrate on his cologne, how it makes you feel so calm and safe. His embrace makes your heart beat a little faster. "Y/n, why aren't you moving your arms? I'm holding you just to guide you, you gotta do all the work, ok hon?" Confused as he got no reply from you, he spins you around and you yelp. "Baby, you feelin ok ? Your face is red. If we want we can-" "H-huh what Ben?" Ben notices your face how your eyes are blown and you look dazed, your eyes lingering over his muscles a little bit longer, until you meet his eyes. "Yeah I was teaching you how to serve and well, you were thinkin about something else." he smirks at you. You blush deepens, "N-no I was paying attention, ok?" "Sure y/n" You dismiss his teasing and try to focus on the next set of tips he is trying to tell you. He laughs at your flustered reaction. "Cute" he mumbled to himself

The rally you both start playing goes smoothly, with every shot you return, Ben encouraging you, "Thats a good forehand!" "Woah, thats a clean down the line shot y/n." "Come on, no way you haven't played tennis before," he says, laughing as he walks to the net. "Oh please", you say, panting as you reach the net. "Just because I'm your girlfriend doesn't mean you have to butter me up." "But babe you played amazing, and look amazing," he flashes you with his gummy smile as he sits on the bench. "Sure." You take a sip of water, sitting beside him. His hands reach out and pat your head. "You did a great job today, seriously" he whispers, filled with sincerity. And this simple gesture makes you feel butterflies in your stomach.

"My legs are dead I can't walk ." You let out a tired sigh, after changing your sweaty clothes in the locker room. "Will you give me a piggy ride back home please?" Ben look at you, his gaze softening. His hands cupped your face, caressing your cheek with his thumb. "Sure, not even a question." After dropping off the racquets, he picks you up effortlessly. Your arms around his neck and his hands holding your legs, firmly , but not strong enough to hurt you. He starts walking, his curly hair bouncing with every step. You have a sudden urge to kiss his hair. You plant a kiss on his head. "I love your hair so much Ben." "Hmm, nothing else?" He asks you, voice full of playfulness. "Let me see.....I love your muscles" You laughed, squeezing his bicep with one of your hands. "Anything else?" "Well, I love your cheeks too, they're kinda cute," you tilt your head to give him a kiss on his cheek. He laughs, the sound resonating in your heart. "Girl, cmon.." he giggles. "Ok Ok I love you the most, for who you are Ben" "I love you so much y/n ". Your heart flutters. You hug him a little tighter, just to let him know you would never leave him, ever.

welp ben's been on my mind these days

[thepalladium1]

UPDATE REGARDING THE LEGENDSWAP STORY

okay so . hello folks, specifically those who have followed me specifically for the legendswap comics! big announcement that may be disappointing to hear, but;

i will be discontinuing the comics where luminous cream and the trio explore beast-yeast.

before you all freak out, i swear i have my reasonings, AND a better solution! my reasons are that i started legendswap as an au that i didn't put much thought into, and when i made the comics, it also sort of followed this process. my point being, legendswap doesn't have a fleshed out storyline, only bits and bobs of various ideas floating around in a less-than-coherent jumble. following this, i've been thinking harder about where the comic's leading, and this made me realize that there's bound to be plotholes that i can't rework without retconning the already released pages. (e.g, since silent salt replaces white lily, how would i integrate him into the story this early on? what is white lily and dark enchantress(aka crescent faerie)'s ties to one another? how are the other ancients doing? what was the reason for luminous cream deciding to bring along the Trio on his trip to beast-yeast, considering they are just kids? etc etc, i could go on cause ive been thinking and yeah, it's just too much for me to reintegrate into the story as of now)

anyways, my solution! i polled recently as to whether i should make a legendswap ask blog or if it was simply unnecessary, and you guys have voted for yes! so that's what i will be doing to flesh out this au; i'll be making a part ask blog, part comic series where you can either ask me or the cookies directly questions that will, in turn, progress the plot and let you find out directly about the world itself :) im already working on getting the ask blog ready, and i hope to be able to have it out by tomorrow at the latest. (currently im just working on a banner, and... something else, but the latter is not important)

so! what does this mean for the comics so far? this means that, for now, they are no longer canon and should not be interpreted as such. you can see it as a short look into what i've planned for the dynamic between the cookies shown so far, though, as their personalities are still going to be depicted that way! im sorry to disappoint you all, i really am, but since im no longer flying in blind and have an idea for what i want for the au, i do think that this ask blog would work much better than a chronological order comic. (plus, it means you can see and interact with your favorite cookies sooner rather than having to wait months on end just to see them :) ) (the prologue is still accurate to what i have planned, though, so that can still be interpreted as canon)

i understand how disappointing this sounds, but this is genuinely what i feel is best to expand on the au moving forward. thank you all very much for your support for the au so far, and i hope to continue to make more legendswap content for you all for a long while!

- thepalladium

[katerinaaqu]

"My Athena" also means "my design" and again because apparently when someone speaks "the wrong opinion" get bullied allow me to say it again;

I have nothing against the artist

In fact I watch the artist, I praised their art many times and I supported the artist when people came for their head but once the artist asks which version of the art we prefer and I said this because it responds better to Greek standards for their gods...

Oh the horror!

Suddenly I am the bad guy and also responding to another person that calls gods "fictional characters" which they are not Suddenly again made me attacking the artist which I wasn't lol. I responded to the person that responded to me but of course I am the bad guy again.

Also just in case it escapes you my friend

I am literally Greek

And no I do not mean "of Greek descent" nor of "Greek lineage" nor "of Greek nationality". I am literally fucking born raised and established in Greece by Greek parents grandparents great grandparents and so on and so forth so allow me to know very well how Greeks look like thank you very much

Which is why as I elaborated to the person that replied to me (again NOT the artist) that the Greeks painted their gods as THE IDEAL for them aka pale skin and preferably pale hair and eyes exactly because it was not as usual for someone to have ultra pale hair in Greece (even if light brown or borderline blondish hair is not uncommon especially on the north and Central Greece) which AGAIN was the reason for my choice

Also I find it funny how you say "they are not ultra pale or ultra dark" so either way is fine but apparently me explaining why the first choice seems to me that fits better to the ancient greek standards somehow is not fine.

Also I love the comment that "is not like they were historically respectful because they colonized" here we go with the usual "colonizing" argument so "yeah serves you right for colonizing" like that is literally not how it works. With the same logic every culture did something to a neighboring one and established themselves throughout history which is also part of the importance of the depiction of each region. How people depict their gods and goddesses even those imported from other religions (thus my mention of Isis)

Which is again why also respecting cultures is important. You will never see me depicting goddesses Isis red haired and pale just because a statue of hers in Greece was depicted as such. I will depict her as Egyptians envisioned her. Likewise I would do for any other culture like Chinese Japanese etc

Which again has NOTHING to do with the artist. It has to do with why I choose what I chose

And again it is incredible how my opinion on this is questioned while sure everything else that supports a mainstream media is fine and then when someone comes attacking me and I reply as to why I choose what I chose again I AM the bad guy? Okay.

Who said that the movie 300 is a good film? Like most of people I was dealing with trashtalked it or faced it as a joke because of how badly it had depicted ACTUAL history also what is your aeguement here? "Some people did like it therefore your opinion here doesn't matter"? Since when? Everyone is entitled to their own opinion and I have even had various disagreements with professors of mine in university because they supported wrong in my opinion ideas even straight out historical inaccuracies (I have seen a feminist professor speaking on how corsets were torture devices when she was generalizing the tight lacing which was not the norm) so again what is the point here? People having different opinions? Wow.

Of course you can as long as you do it to everyone. Would you depict a native American deity as Asian? Sure. Would you depict an African deity as Japanese as well and claim the same thing? Because like I said I am mostly concerned with the double standards going on around and honestly i love it again how I am the one being attacked for literally doing what this post asked

Stating my preference...and my preference being linked to historical and cultural evidence is somehow problematic or odd...

Wow 👌🏻

Redesigned my Athena.

[bitterkarella]

Midnight Pals: Willow Creek

Bobcat Goldthwait: Submitted for the approval of the Midnight Society, I call this the tale of Willow Creek Stephen King: great! I could do with a laugh! Goldthwait: it's not funny King: ha ha! I'm laughing already! Goldthwait: it's not a comedy!!

Goldthwait: this isn't a comedy, it's a harrowing descent into danger and madness! King: do the voice Goldthwait: King: c'mon, bobcat, do the voice! Goldthwait: Goldthwait: this is below my dignity

Goldthwait: this story is about two campers being menaced by a big foot King: do the voice, man! Goldthwait: Barker: yeah c'mon man do the voice Poe: clive don't you start Barker: what? i'm literally just saying the same thing as steve Poe: you know what you're doing clive

Goldthwait: no! stop asking for the voice! Goldthwait: i am not some capering buffoon to dance for your amusement! Goldthwait: i am a serious auteur with important things to say!! Goldthwait: now shut up and let me tell my story about an evil big foot!!

King: jeez bobcat's not as funny as a i expected King: he's even less funny than jordan peele King: talk about a disappointment! Poe: or nick cregger King: for real!!! King: why are these guys all so serious all of a sudden?

Goldthwait: so this couple goes into the woods at willow creek to look for big foot Goldthwait: and as we all know the defining characteristic of big foot is Brian Keene: his stink Goldthwait: no you're thinking of the skunk ape Goldthwait: but good guess!

Keene: actually the big foot does stink Keene: i like to think i know a little something about the big foot Keene: having done extensive research into the field of big foot studies to write about cowboys vs big foots, i think i can safely say that the big foot does stink

Keene: the big foot does stink Koontz: because of his feet? Keene: because of Keene: Keene: while i haven't done a deep dive into the particulars, that does sound like a very valid theory dean

Barker: why are you all calling it "the big foot?" Barker: its just big foot Barker: it's not the batman Keene: you know, i've been compared to the batman Goldthwait: i was telling a story Barker: no shut up i want to hear about this batman thing

Keene: think about it Keene: batman has a computer, i have a computer Keene: batman is the world's greatest detective, i'm... Keene: Keene: well, i like to think i'm pretty good Keene: i think i would rank, that's all i'm saying

Barker: ok you have a computer, but is it a BAT computer? Keene: of course its not a bat computer Keene: the bat computer is defined as such because it is owned by batman, ergo there can only be one bat computer Koontz: what if you put a bat sticker on your computer? Keene: cute, dean Keene: but no

Barker: so that's how you're like batman? Keene: well i Keene: i didn't say I thought I was like batman Keene: i was just saying Keene: the comparison has been made Barker: by who? Keene: oh you know Keene: wags Keene: pundits

Barker: i'm not seeing this batman thing Goldthwait: CAN I FINISH MY BIGFOOT STORY?!?!? King: he did it! he did the voice! King: oh man! King: and it's just as funny as ever! XD

[piracytheorist]

I'm finally re-reading The Hunger Games after nearly ten years and first I gotta say WOW this book has such a great prose and it feels so well written and with such good care in its details and narrative. And second, it just struck me as so important that in Katniss' flashback, the day after Peeta gave her the bread, she saw the dandelion and went out with Prim and gathered dandelions so they could eat with the leftover bread.

And idk I feel like this has a very good balance of "It's okay to accept being saved by someone" and of "You can save yourself" - even though Katniss has a HUGE but understandable denial surrounding her debt* to Peeta for giving her the bread, but that's a character thing and not necessarily a narrative thing. Because thanks to the bread, Katniss and her family got to eat for two days about, but the very gesture was what kickstarted Katniss' willingness to find food herself. First with the dandelions, then with some more gathering, eventually evolving into her hunting and fishing and gathering deep into the woods.

It's like a kind of thing like "You can't love anyone until you love yourself" which here can be switched to "You can't be saved until you want to save yourself" which also has a meaning because, you can physically save someone from a bad situation, but until they've gathered enough strength to start healing mentally, they will still be trapped. Katniss is just lucky she had the strength and resources, although terribly limited, to start getting herself out of desperate, starving poverty, although it's obvious the mental toll it kept having on her over the years.

Idk again I feel like there's a lot of understanding that one SHOULDN'T have the sole responsibility of dragging themselves out of poverty (especially when a tyrannical government has forced them into it), but when presented with an act of kindness and a glimmer of hope, they can be powered on to help themselves. And there's also understanding that though it might be considered noble, it can be terribly traumatizing. There is hope but there is also pain, when you have no choice but to save yourself. And considering how Katniss' trauma just keeps piling on across the trilogy, I doubt it was meant in an effort to glorify it. She's not a symbol, a paragon, a beacon of hope; she's just a traumatized teenage girl who shouldn't have gone through any of that.

*which is also another thing because in Peeta's view, all he did was burn two loaves and receive a beating and a harsh reprimand, something which is safe to assume was something common in his family. So maybe he doesn't see it as such a huge thing he could have done. I haven't finished the book but if I remember right he says later that he should have walked to her to give her the bread instead of throwing it in the rain? But yeah to him it was just one purposeful accident and a punishment for it, but for Katniss and her family it was literally life-saving. So while Katniss thinks so high of that debt, Peeta only thinks he should have done more.

[arietem]

i told you, first rule of skinny dipping, don’t do it!

part 1 of oh, it's you (jj maybank x shoupe!reader)

summary: you meet jj on the beach where you went skinny dipping. well, you know him, but does he know you?

cw: none

masterlist

Every Saturday morning, like clockwork, you opened your eyes around 5 AM, brushed your teeth, said hello to your dog Kiwi, and grabbed your longboard. It’s important for a girl to have little rituals, and this one was yours, riding to the beach for a quick skinny dip before all the commotion of the day started.

Weekends were the busiest for your dad at the station, so you were mostly on your own, just you and Kiwi. You rescued Kiwi 2 years ago, when he was a little puppy left alone next to the station. Neither you nor your dad could say no to those big sad eyes, and before you knew it, he was ruling your world. He grew up to be huge, some kind of shepherd mix, with pointy ears and big paws. Training him was a big pain in your ass, but you pushed through and it paid off. You wouldn’t trade him for the world.

“C'mon boy, time for our morning workout!” You didn’t bother with a leash, Kiwi wouldn’t leave your side, always listening to your voice. You were laying all your hope on today's dip, needing it to just let go and be one with the ocean after the fight you had with your dad last night.

It’s always the same, he wants you to come work at the station, doing paperwork, learning the secrets of the trade or whatever. You say no every single time, but he’s not letting it go. Well, neither are you. You want to make movies, not get stuck in OBX, following orders from freaking kooks.

The island is slowly waking up, vendors putting out their signs, nodding lightly at you when you and Kiwi pass them. Arriving at your favorite beach, one you discovered a year ago while randomly riding around, you put out your towel, tell Kiwi to wait, and strip down.

You run into the water, diving under the surface, welcoming the slight chill of it. You hold your breath for as long as you can, shutting your mind off completely. When you can't do it anymore, you come up for air and just float, squinting at the sky, your hearing muffled by the bobbing waves. So, even though your ears are partly covered by the water, you can still hear something going on in the distance. You think nothing of it until you hear Kiwi barking and growling.

Quickly snapping your head up, you yell out to the dog, “Kiwi! What’s up, boy?” It is then you see someone approaching, carrying a surfboard under his arm, his chest bare. The sun hits your eyes just so you can’t really see who it is.

“Kiwi, quiet,” you order the dog, and he obeys but stays alert.

“Damn, didn’t ya train him well.” Well, the voice was easily recognizable as belonging to JJ Maybank, the pogue every girl wanted to bone and every kook wanted to beat bloody. You were seemingly the only one who steered clear of him. He was too reckless, too rash, and you couldn’t afford to make those mistakes.

Yeah, it was just your luck to have your first interaction with him while naked in the ocean, especially since you haven't seen anyone else coming to this beach since you discovered it.

“Wait, oh my god, just stay there!” You yell at him kinda hysterically when he starts walking towards the water. “No, wait, please grab me my towel!”

“Well, make up your mind mama. Want me to stay or move? You kinda bossy anyway, why -“ JJ’s questioning stops short when he realizes why it is you don’t want to grab the towel for yourself.

“Ohh, now I see. Are you a mermaid? Am I dreaming? Or wait, is this a nightmare, and you’re gonna take me to the bottom of the ocean?” He thinks he’s so funny, chuckling to himself, while you are squirming in your skin.

“Ha-ha very funny, Maybank”. He cocks his head at that, like a confused puppy, and you realize maybe you shouldn’t have called him that, you not being friends and all. “Can you just give me the towel? Please?”

“Who am I to say no when a pretty girl asks so nicely?” He starts towards your towel but stops short when Kiwi growls again. “Is your beast gonna eat me now?”

“Nah,” you flick your hand, “unless I tell him to.” JJ sighs and grabs your towel off the sand, careful to avoid Kiwi. “So, are you gonna come out and get it or you have any more orders, boss girl?”

“Could you please come as close as you can and close your eyes?” You want to get dressed and bolt home, done with this day already, and it’s not even 7 a.m.

“What are ya even hidin’ for? Nothin’ I haven’t seen before.”

“Trust me, I know.” You have heard the stories, you know what the girls from school are saying about him and his skills.

“Are ya slut-shaming me?” He puts his palm on his chest, acting offended, eyes wide. “What? No! I don’t care about y-“ you groan lightly, looking up at the sky, wishing for a divine intervention.

“Okay, okay, here ya go.” Finally, JJ closes his eyes and steps into the water, giving you the towel. You quickly snatch it and wrap it around yourself. “You can open your eyes now. And the beach is all yours, I’m out.”

His eyes travel up and down your body, slowing when they reach your legs, glistening with water droplets. “Cool tattoos,” he says, pointing out your sun and moon tattoos on your thighs. “And you don’t have to leave on my account.”

“Thanks, and yeah, I do.” You gather your shit, beckon Kiwi to follow and start going back to the road.

“See ya around, boss.” You just roll your eyes and continue walking. Your back is turned, so you can't see it, but JJ's lips stretch into an amused smirk.

part 2 (coming soon)

[hellodahliah]

son of the grim reaper: PROLOGUE

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ophelia: *sigh* auntie-... olive: oh please, don't start again! ophelia: but-... olive: i'll tell you when you're finished. ophelia: just a five-minute break that is all i ask for! olive: i swear all your generation is doing is whining. life is not without hardships, ophelia. but fine, you'll have five minutes. ophelia: whose grave are we digging? i mean i don't see a tombstone. olive: oh, ophelia... i was hoping you wouldn't have to find out like this... olive: it's your grave of course. ophelia: haha! y-you're joking, right? olive: no. olive: you really thought i'd die and leave my only beloved niece behind? ophelia: let me go! --- johnny: *whisper* hey, phi... ophelia: *incoherent mumbling* anjelo: i see that some people are too bored to stay awake during class, so i am concluding my very important lecture here. check our learning platform for information about the home assignment. - ophelia: i am so s-sorry, mr. morlind. this won't happen again! anjelo: apology accepted. but that is not why i asked you to stay behind. ophelia: o-okay? anjelo: have you thought about what you want to do after High School? ophelia: yeah, a bit. something creative... maybe. anjelo: you don't need to have a clear plan yet, but it'd be wise to start looking at different University programs and what kind of scholarships you can apply for. ophelia: yes. --- ripp: i am not even allowed to take the school bus, not like i would run away (i totally would) but he wants to be extra and pick me up with his military tank. johnny: what the actual fuck? ripp: yep, that's my life now. anyway it's just for this year, until he thinks you're finally gone. but jokes on him, i have decided to move out and follow you wherever you go. i'll sleep under a bridge if i have to, i don't fucking care. johnny: and will buck be ok with you leaving? ripp: pff, he can come too if he wants to and if you're fine with it. --- ophelia: what the fuck? he is literally isolating you. johnny: you think we can hang out at your workplace? ripp: about that... --- *indistinctive chatter* --- *school bell rings* ___ teacher: alright, that is it then. time to clean up! don't forget to write your name on your artwork! --- tank: nigmos. we need to talk! ophelia: fine, i have something i want to say to you too. tank: then tell me why the fuck my mom is buried in your psycho aunt's garden? ophelia: i have no idea what you're talking about. tank: don't bullshit me! did she kill her? johnny: hey, you better stay away from her! tank: *pushes johnny*

[coffeenvibes]

I asked Chat GPT to come up with a funny sketch where MC calls Sylus from a police station, and oh I had such a good laugh. Then I asked for more and it got me a whole series called "MC's vs. The Law", and I found it hilarious, so I wanted to share.

1. “Your girlfriend is in Holding”

It was a peaceful afternoon at the office when Sylus’ phone buzzed with an unfamiliar number. He glanced at it, debating whether to pick up. It wasn’t a saved contact, but something in his gut told him to answer.

“Yes?” he said briskly.

A small pause. Then, a sheepish, but unmistakable voice came through the line.

“Hey… so don’t freak out, but I’m kinda at the police station.”

Sylus closed his eyes, inhaling sharply. Of course.

“MC/n” he exhaled, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Explain.”

“Well,” MC/n started, and he could already hear the defensive edge in her tone, “I went to get my coffee, right? My usual. Grande Caramel Macchiato, extra shot, oat milk, you know, my drink. And this—this absolute menace of a man—just grabs it before I could reach for it.”

Sylus opened his laptop, already signaling his assistant to clear his next hour. “And?”

“And,” MC/n continued, as if she were narrating a crime documentary, “I very politely pointed out that it was actually my drink, not his. But instead of just apologizing like a normal, civilized human, he gives me this look and goes, ‘Well, I already touched it, so what are you gonna do about it?’”

Sylus sighed. Oh no. “MC/n… what did you do about it?”

“…Okay, so in hindsight, maybe I shouldn’t have tried to grab it back.”

He closed his laptop with a quiet thud. “You started a physical altercation over coffee?”

“Physical altercation is such a strong phrase,” she huffed. “I’d say… I strongly expressed my feelings about the blatant injustice occurring.”

Sylus rubbed his temple. “Did you hit him?”

“…Not exactly.”

“MC/n.”

“He was a condescending asshole!” she burst out. “I barely even touched him, and now somehow I’m the problem?”

Sylus could already picture it. MC/n, absolutely incensed, probably invading the guy’s personal space, yanking at the cup while shouting, “Give me my damn coffee, you thief!” Meanwhile, some poor barista in the background panicking.

“Did the police actually arrest you?”

“Well, no,” she admitted. “But they said I was being aggressive and escalating the situation.” He could hear the air quotes. “So they asked me to calm down and step aside—like I was the bad guy!”

Sylus exhaled, a slow chuckle threatening to break through his exasperation. “You, calming down? They had no idea what they were asking for.”

“I know, right?”

He shook his head, already reaching for his car keys. “Stay where you are. I’ll be there in twenty.”

2. The "Borrowed" Shopping Cart Incident

Sylus had barely stepped out of a meeting when his phone rang. MC/n. He sighed, already bracing himself.

“Let me guess,” he answered dryly. “You’re at the police station.”

A beat of silence. Then, “…It’s not what it looks like.”

“MC/n.”

“I might have borrowed a shopping cart.”

“Borrowed?”

“It’s just that my car was parked far, and I had a lot of bags, so I borrowed it to take them to my car—”

“And?”

“…And then a security guard saw me pushing it across the parking lot and thought I was stealing it.”

Sylus pinched the bridge of his nose. “MC/n.”

“I was going to return it!”

“Did you tell them that?”

“Yeah, but they didn’t believe me. Apparently, they’ve seen me before.”

Sylus went silent for a moment. “How many times have you done this?”

“…It’s not important.”

3. The Dog Rescue Incident

This time, Sylus answered with pure exhaustion.

“Please tell me you didn’t fight someone.”

“…I didn’t fight someone.”

He exhaled. “Okay, good.”

“But I did break into someone’s backyard.”

“MC/n.”

“In my defense, they left their dog outside in the rain! I was just rescuing the poor baby!”

Sylus closed his eyes. “Let me get this straight. You saw a random dog. In a random backyard. And decided, ‘Yes, I, MC/n, should climb the fence and steal it?’”

“Well, when you put it like that, it sounds bad.”

“It is bad.”

“But it was cold!” she whined. “And I was gonna give it back! After they learned their lesson.”

“…I’ll be there in ten minutes.”

4. The Wrong Uber Incident

By now, Sylus didn’t even flinch when her contact name appeared on his phone.

“Let me guess. You’re at the police station.”

“…Soooo, funny story.”

He sighed. “Just tell me.”

“I got in the wrong Uber.”

A pause. Then—“What?”

“I thought it was mine! The car was the same color, same make—”

“Did you even check the plate?”

“…Vaguely?”

He groaned. “So what happened?”

“Well, I got in, and I was giving directions and everything, and the guy was really confused, and I was like, ‘Why is this man acting brand new?’ And then—”

“—You realized it wasn’t your Uber.”

“—I realized it wasn’t my Uber.”

“MC/n.”

“In my defense, the real driver pulled up at the exact same time, so it was an easy mistake to make.”

Sylus pinched the bridge of his nose. “And now?”

“Well, they called the cops because I, uh… refused to leave until he took me where I needed to go.”

Sylus dragged a hand down his face. “Stay put. I’m on my way.”

Bonus 1.

The next time her name popped up on his phone, Sylus almost ignored it.

Then, he answered with an exhausted, “What now?”

“…Okay, so technically, I’m not at the police station.”

He narrowed his eyes. “MC/n.”

“But my car is.”

Sylus groaned. “I knew I shouldn’t have gotten you that Aston Martin.”

Bonus 2.

At some point, one of the twins had made a whole group chat logging each of MC/n’s police encounters like they were sports highlights.

Group Chat Name: MC/n vs. The Law (Live Updates)

📌 Kieran: BREAKING NEWS: SHE’S DONE IT AGAIN. THE QUEEN OF CHAOS RETURNS TO HER KINGDOM (THE POLICE STATION).

📌 Luke: What happened this time?

📌 Kieran: SHE GOT INTO A STRANGER’S CAR.

📌 Luke: ……did she steal it?

📌 Kieran: NOPE. JUST GOT IN LIKE IT WAS A TAXI. SHE WAS EVEN POLITE ABOUT IT.

📌 Sylus: DELETE THIS CHAT NOW.

📌 Kieran: You can’t silence the truth.

📌 Sylus: I am blocking you.

📌 MC/n: LMAO this is my favourite fan club.

📌 Kieran: WE RIDE AT DAWN FOR OUR CHAOTIC QUEEN.

📌 Sylus: I AM BLOCKING ALL OF YOU.

5. The Duck Incident

Morning. Sylus, in his office, already deep in emails. Then—

MC/n: Sooooo… don’t be mad.

Sylus immediately leaned back in his chair. "What happened?"

"Okay, first of all, did you know that it’s illegal to take a duck from a park?"

Sylus inhaled slowly. "Tell me you didn’t."

"I rescued it! It looked lonely!"

"You kidnapped a duck."

"I borrowed it! I was gonna bring it back!"

"MC/n."

"Okay, fine, the park ranger didn’t believe me either, so… yeah, I’m at the station."

Sylus closed his laptop, stood up, and grabbed his keys. "I’m coming."

6. The Shopping Spree That Went Wrong

Evening. Sylus was reviewing reports when his phone lit up.

MC/n: Sooo, I might need you to come get me.

He called immediately. "Where?"

"At the mall."

"…Why?"

"Okay, you know those fancy stores where they watch you like you’re about to steal something?"

"What did you do."

"Nothing! I was just in one, and the lady was hovering, so I made eye contact and dramatically whispered ‘I will rob this place’ as a joke—"

Sylus groaned. "You joked about committing a crime in a luxury store?"

"Well, yeah, but I said it ironically! Apparently, the security guards don’t do irony!"

"Stay put. I’m coming."

The One Time Kieran Called MC from Jail

...It was 1:37 AM when MC/n’s phone rang.

She groggily reached for it, squinting at the screen.

Kieran.

Huh. That was unusual. What’s he doing calling me at—

She answered.

MC/n: “…Kieran?”

There was a beat of silence. Then:

Kieran “Okay. Before you get mad—”

MC/n sat up. Oh, this is gonna be good.

MC/n: “Oh-ho, no, no, no, you do not start a conversation like that. WHERE are you?”

Another pause. Then, a sigh.

Kieran: “…The police station.”

MC/n: “OH MY GOD.”

She was suddenly wide awake.

MC/n: “YOU?! YOU’RE IN JAIL?! NOT ME FOR ONCE?!”

Kieran: “First of all, rude.”

MC/n: “Second of all, WHAT DID YOU DO?!”

Kieran mumbled something.

MC/n: “What was that? Speak up, jailbird.”

Kieran: “…There was a situation.”

MC/n: “A SITUATION?! DID YOU KILL SOMEONE?!”

Kieran: “I—WHAT? NO! WHY IS THAT YOUR FIRST THOUGHT?!”

MC/n: “Because you’re a demon”

...

Group Chat Update: "KARMA IS REAL"

📌 MC/n: EVERYONE WAKE UP. KIERAN. IS. IN. JAIL.

📌 Sylus: What.

📌 Luke: BROOOO. WHAT DID YOU DO.

📌 Kieran: WHY DO YOU ALL ASSUME I DID SOMETHING BAD?!

📌 MC/n: BECAUSE YOU’RE IN JAIL, KIERAN.

📌 Sylus: I just woke up for this. Explain. NOW.

📌 Kieran: I DIDN’T DO ANYTHING THAT BAD.

📌 MC/n: THAT BAD??!

📌 Luke: Bro, did you steal a car?

📌 Kieran: WHY IS THAT THE FIRST GUESS?!

📌 MC/n: I’M ON MY WAY. IF I GET THERE AND IT’S STUPID, YOU OWE ME MIDNIGHT CAKE.

📌 Kieran: Deal.

Group Chat Update: "SITUATION GETS WORSE"

📌 MC/n: UPDATE: LUKE IS ALSO IN JAIL.

📌 Sylus: WHAT THE HELL IS HAPPENING TONIGHT.

📌 Luke: In my defense, I did nothing wrong.

📌 Sylus: CLEARLY, SINCE YOU’RE IN JAIL.

📌 Luke: Hey, we just defended a lady’s honor.

📌 MC/n: Okay, that is admittedly hot, but STILL.

📌 Kieran: Are you bailing us out or not?

📌 MC/n: Oh no. I’m letting you suffer for a bit.

📌 Sylus: Leave them there for the night.

📌 Kieran: BOSS.

📌 Luke: RUDE.

📌 MC/n: I’m at least making them buy me cake before I pay.

📌 Kieran: Fine. But expensive cake.

📌 Luke: Deal.

[littledeathdove]

Aah those headcanons were so good! I'm having such Miri brainrot x3 could you maybe write some hcs about Crow Wife and a partner who is very fragile and sickly?

I have such a weak immune system I swear I'm fighting some type of sickness like every other day atp xP

𝐀 𝐍𝐄𝐖 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐑𝐘 ᯓ★

Scenario; Miranda with a sickly and fragile lover

A/N; EEEK thank you so much, I’m glad that my headcanons for MM made you satisfied! Also I love this request because Miranda with any topic of sickness? Yes give me it cause imma make some good fluff or angst with it 🫡. I don’t know if your currently sick anon but if so I hope you get better, I’ll feed you some brain rot food to help ofc

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ

*°:⋆ₓₒ• First off, the Miranda that everyone knows is not the one you have come to see daily. Miranda can be very cruel, dismissive of things that don’t catch her interest, and overall selfish with her time and energy — since obviously she has more important stuff to care about. All of this? Yeah, all of these features of Miranda just go out of the window when she is with you.

*°:⋆ₓₒ• Miranda is very caring — as she can be — and attentive of you. While she already doesn’t have that much time to herself, she would sacrifice even that little bit of time to devote herself in watching over you and your state of health whenever needed.

*°:⋆ₓₒ• Miranda knows how gentle she must be with someone as fragile as you, so she is overall very gentle and cautious with her actions throughout the relationship. But there is times where that rougher side of her can show, usually it only comes out in two situations. First one is that you go against her orders which could possibly cause you to get sick.

*°:⋆ₓₒ• Miranda hates when you do this, definitely not because it reminds herself of her own stubbornness actions when the Spanish flu was going around which lead to a death you know very well about. Miranda is strong and confident in her abilities to make sure you never get too deadly sick, but she still has that lingering fear that you could end up in the same situation Eva was in.

*°:⋆ₓₒ• The second situation is when the frustration of her unsuccessful attempts to get her. This situation is always the worst to go through since Miranda would distance herself for a while but she will still take care of you from this distance. Now Miranda doesn’t apologize but she shows some subtle actions of apologizing, they are very subtle though.

*°:⋆ₓₒ• Now there is times where Miranda could be seen as neglectful but that truly only when you are in a better state of health and she is able to spend more time in the laboratory thanks to that. Honestly you do have to learn to just get used to this since Miranda still is learning on how to manage her time wisely with this relationship. Plus, Miranda would automatically believe you would just understand her need to be in the laboratory for such extended periods of times from the get go.

*°:⋆ₓₒ• Miranda would be very obsessed over keeping your health as perfect as possible. I swear that woman goes into a state of tension whenever you fall back under the weather. Is it because of Eva situation? Well yeah. Anyway, this woman will be doing daily checkups on your health almost as soon as she gets out of the laboratory/village and you into her hands.

*°:⋆ₓₒ• To just explain how obsessive this insane woman can get over your wellbeing, let me highlight a new change she caught.

*°:⋆ₓₒ• We all know by the state of her laboratory that Miranda is likely not the cleanest person, definitely not dirty but just likely to let shit clutter up. Well that is the second most drastic change in Miranda, cause now that woman keeps the place as clean as possible. She doesn’t even let dust stay on something for to long, it’s a crazy to see, but also so cute.

*°:⋆ₓₒ• Miranda is a curious person I will say, so she is usually always questioning you about something over your health. Rather it be how you feel to predictions of when you could get sick again. So hopefully you’re ready to experience that cause she will make you answer every question to the best of your ability.

*°:⋆ₓₒ• Trust these questions do come in handy to keep you from getting too sick since Miranda can usually figure out what’s wrong with your body just by simple answers and knowledge on small symptoms in certain illnesses. The woman is VERY intelligent after all and that smart brain don’t just come in handy for the mold.

*°:⋆ₓₒ• When it comes to your fragility Miranda doesn’t play when it comes to who you’re around. Honestly you will be staying in the house more just because of how paranoid and anxious Miranda could get over you getting possibly hurt. She knows first hand how someone fragile can meet their demise with a small slip up, and Miranda refuses to be in the situation of watching someone she loves experience the consequences of this slip up again.

*°:⋆ₓₒ• Thankfully Miranda is a very devoted and thoughtful — enough — lover when she is in love, so she makes it her mission to make sure you don’t get too bored when she demands you to stay home for the sake of your health. She will have her crow’s entertain you with silly actions, she’ll buy you books from the Duke (that she of course looked over before she accepted that they were of approval), and maybe even get you a tv that only takes films/DVDS if your more of a watcher then a reader

*°:⋆ₓₒ• While Miranda is definitely one prone to brag and show off, she will show you off more vocally then physically. It’s not like she doesn’t want to, but she just can’t risk the possibilities. She might take you to a lord meeting or two, maybe even to some meetings with Alcina — since Alcina takes it very serious to make sure your health stays safe by making the maids clean everything spotless, all to Miranda request of course.

*°:⋆ₓₒ• The winter lasts more longer in the village, and Miranda treats winter as if it’s the end of the world when it comes to you. She would buy you so much clothing that will be suitable for the cold weather, and if she has to go to such extremes she will even demand ask Donna to make you any clothing you need to stay warm. This is especially when you want to certain look in your new warm clothing.

*°:⋆ₓₒ• Soup season goes crazy with Miranda, I believe making soups is one of the top things Miranda is best at cooking. Miranda makes sure to make soups that will give you as much nutrients that you need to help you stay at least a bit more healthy.

*°:⋆ₓₒ• Though Miranda prioritize your nutritional intake she will still wish to satisfy your preference. So funnily enough this will lead to you being sat down at a table and becoming basically a judger of the soups she plans to make for you in the future. And Miranda is pretty strict so she’ll make sure to milk out all of your opinions of the soups she’s feeding you. (Also a showing of her perfectionism, but you didn’t hear that from me) This leaves you no excuse to eat all of the soup when gives it to you later on.

*°:⋆ₓₒ• Now let’s say that you somehow caught something from someone like in the village. Crash out Miranda will be coming out as soon as she finds out, cause of course it would that woman is always one step off from doing some crazy shit. I don’t even have to tell you what she does, but just know it’s bloodshed that night.

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ

A/N: Yelp that’s all I got! Loved making this little post, again it’s always interesting to have the trope of a sick lover with Miranda. Anyway,

I do hope you enjoy these headcanons anon!! 🫶🏾