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anthonys237thfreckle · 5 months ago

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‘Let You Break My Heart Again’ - Javier ‘Javi’ x Kate Carter & F! reader (angst songfic)

I WAS LISTENING TO LAUFEY ON REPEAT AND REMINDED OF MY HIGH SCHOOL LOVE TRIANGLE SO WHY NOT WRITE A FIC ABOUT IT!!! HERE YOU GO!

part two

prompt: your heart belonged to javi, but his belonged to kate.

TW: unrequited love, angst, crying, swearing, mentions of death, suicidal thoughts (happens thrice), loss of appetite more than once, breakdowns, mention of throwing up.

Feeling kind of sick tonight

All I've had is coffee and leftover pie..

Today was just the worst. Shitty day at work, your in-charge was being a sweetheart to everyone except you, it’s like the whole world was playing a cruel joke on you today.

With no will to eat, you mindlessly looked in your fridge, the cool air and cool glow hitting your skin. Your eyes skimmed through something to hopefully make your feel better, and your eyes landed on a small glass Tupperware.

Peach cobbler pie.

You sighed, taking it out of the fridge and setting it on the counter, brewing some black coffee. The paperwork you had been procrastinating on started to pile up, and you had some weather reports due tomorrow. You needed the bitter drug, the pie there to balance the taste with its tender sweetness.

You were tender once; you were sweet once…

It’s no wonder why…

Life became hard and bitter once you moved away.

Well, did you have a reason to stay?

After that EF5, after holding onto Kate in that underpass for dear life, making sure she didn’t get sucked into that twister, Javi found you two and called the cops to help you both out.

Thing is, you always knew Javi had a thing for Kate. Even when she was dating Jeb, you saw the way he looked at her, the same way you’d look at him. And Kate didn’t ignore those looks of his, nor did she not notice them…

Ooh, still you take up all my mind…

You almost confided in Addy or Praveen about your feelings. You loved Javier. Ever since you both got super close in college. Ever since he’d always treat you like a good friend would. You ran on this high, you chased to be in his line of sight, craved his attention… You were soft, you were tender, you were sweet. You wanted to be it all, for him.

I don't even think that you care like I do

You were known as the ‘ray of sunshine’ or the ‘sweetheart’ in your friend group because you were just so nice. Mostly in the hopes of wooing Javier whenever you could. Make him think what it would be like to date you. Part of you loved to see his smile, loved the ‘thank you’s he’d give you, collecting them like shiny rocks. You usually found them on your morning walks, giving one to Javi whenever you thought he’d like them. But he just put them in his bag and forgot about them a few days later.

I should stop, heaven knows I've tried…

Days in college were spent fantasizing about him; about the way his arms would feel around you. He rarely hugged you. 3 times, to be exact - on his birthday, the day you both passed your finals, and when he found you were okay after the EF5. You couldn’t help but want to call him, text him, but what would you say?

And if he really wanted to talk to you, why didn’t he already? It’s been 5 years since you both have exchanged a word. 5 years since you two have seen each other’s faces. you had changed since college, no doubt. your hair was different; layered. Your style changed a little bit too, you wore makeup to work, in the hopes of being treated differently. You looked prettier with makeup on, anyways. Just a little highlighter, mascara, blush… nothing too overboard. Part of you dolled yourself up in the hopes of running into Javi in the streets somehow.

‘I should stop’ you thought to yourself as you got ready one day for work. You stared at your reflection, not knowing what you were looking for. Sighing, you finished up your makeup, surrendering to beautification, heading off to work.

“Someone’s here for you in the conference room” a co-worker told you. You gave them a confused look, walking to the conference room, to meet a familiar mop of curly hair - a lot shorter now, and the man you loved in a suit. Javier Rivera.

Of course he convinced you to come back to chasing storms. Of course he said it’ll be almost like the old times. Of course Kate was coming too.

You wanted to say no, you wanted to say you couldn’t, but he came all the way to look for you; once tender and sweet. The prospect of someone looking for you was something you dreamed of since you were an angsty teen. The prospect of someone caring about you enough to come back…

At least you tried to decline.

One day, I will stop falling in love with you

Some day, someone will like me like I like you…

The drive to Oklahoma was meant to be awkward. It meant to be tense. It meant to be hard on Javi. To make him feel bad. For you to act all pouty and mean just because you could. Just so you could if not tell, show him how hurt you were when he just disappeared.

But when he started to smile, crack jokes, retell stories, you couldn’t help but be nice in return. The rushing feelings came back, and for a moment, you forgot about Kate. You forgot about life being bitter and hard. All you remembered was being sweet and tender, because with Javi, it was familiar. It was natural. It felt like home.

Every soft look from Javi made you fall harder for him. To be treated like he once did to you. Friends. Best friends.

You both drove to Oklahoma, which wasn’t too far exactly, and he offered if you wanted to go out for dinner with him and Kate.

You wanted to be hard and bitter again.

As you and Javi went into a local diner near a motel, you both saw Kate sitting in a booth, waving to you. Or so you thought - she was looking Javi in the eye, who had a grin on his face. He sat in the booth with Kate, opposite to you. They both smiled at each other, and you wanted to be swallowed by the same EF5 your friends left in, because maybe, just maybe, Javi would have cared more about you if you were dead.

Until then, I'll drink my coffee, eat my pie

Pretend that we are more than friends…

“… just some coffee and peach cobbler pie, please” you flashed the waiter a warm, tired smile. You didn’t look at Javi or Kate, rather traced the wooden table, stared out the window, faked a yawn, bounced your leg.. of course they didn’t say anything to you. They had their little side conversation.

As your face was turned a 90 degree angle from the two, from the corner of your eye, you saw Kate squeeze Javi’s bicep. You downed a mouthful of coffee, coughing after. Javi handed you a tissue, not sparing you a glance as he laughed at something Kate said.

Suddenly you have no appetite.

Then, of course, I'll let you break my heart again

You put your head down on the table, Kate glanced at the mop of hair on the table

“Hey, you doin’ okay?” she asked softly, Javi looked at you for the first time during dinner.

“Do you feel sick?” He asked brows knitting in concern.

You shot up, rubbing your eyes. “Yeah, this coffee made me feel sick.” Javi looked at your basically untouched pie, but empty cup of coffee, and back into your rosy eyes.

“Get some rest, yeah?” Kate suggested. Javi nodded. You sighed.

“Yeah, okay. Goodnight, you two” you rubbed your face, giving them a small wave. They both smiled softly, waving back.

As you reached the exit, you looked over your shoulder as much as you didn’t want to, and saw the two smiling and laughing again.

With a heavy heart, you checked into your motel, took a sip of water to calm your body down, and with one glance in the mirror, you broke down; crying yourself to sleep, with tears staining your face and your pillows, the land of rest took you in for the night.

I'm just tryna understand what I am to you

More than songs, we've exchanged

Midnight calls, sunset views

Over the next few days, you spent them chasing with Storm Par. Of couse Javi went with Kate. She had more genius than you did, apparently, even though you two were both equally smart.

Javi talked to you that morning, his charming grin greeting you along with the early morning sun.

“Dandy weather, yeah?” he nudged you, trying to get you to cheer up. You rewarded his efforts with a small, half hearted smile.

You both had a pretty genuine chat, just like in college, until Kate joined you two. Then again, you were invisible. And the tension between the two was as strong as a supercell. You were obviously hurt, because your time in college was so much… richer. Late at night after curfew, you two would sneak out because you two were the only ones up for that kinda stuff. You’d go to the roof, stay up there talking all night then watch the sunrise together. Now, the only one he orbited was Kate, Kate, Kate.

Then, it was time to chase.

You paired up with Scott instead, being a little emotionless that day, and gave him a respectful nod of acknowledgement. The chase was silent apart from the orders coming from the radio. No conversation was initiated - you didn’t wanna have another breakdown.

For the first chase, which failed because Kate had a PTSD attack, you saw Javi comfort her after they got back to the motel; The sky was now dark, every storm chaser had a bonfire up, the atmosphere was enough to heal Kate alone, but of course, Javi was there for her too.

Your heart clenched. You remembered how hard you cried last night, almost suffocating against the sheets many times. The room was dull, taunting, and the only thing who could have helped you in that moment was Javi. But why would he see your pain and not Kate’s first?

You all gathered around the bonfire - the Storm Par crew, some other group called the Tornado Wranglers, some local chasers and what not. You saw the tall, orange fire. It looked inviting. Your breathing stilled, your body relaxed, your mind wandered.

You were disassociating, looking at everything from the 3rd person POV, the chasers in a circle around the fire, Kate and Javi next to each other a few seats away from you, talking like normal. You kept saying Javi’s name, yelling it, screaming it, but no matter what you did, he didn’t even spare you a glance. So you looked behind, turning around, and saw the fire. Without a second glance at him, without thinking, you walked into the warm, welcoming flames, feeling it consume you, swallow you whole-

At the sound of everyone toasting to more twisters, you snapped out of your little morbid daydream. Looking over at Javi and Kate, you saw her leaning against his side, his arm around her waist, smiles on their faces. Kate whispered something into Javi’s ear, and he looked down at her with a grin. She cupped his cheek, your eyes stung, he leaned in, capturing her lips in a soft, romantic, kiss.

Promise I don't mean to cry

But I get overwhelmed and confused

If only you knew what I felt like

Your eyes stung, your bile rose in your throat, your lungs felt like they were collapsing and you wanted nothing more than to be disoriented, sedated, dead.

Breathing hard, you fled for the fields. Knocking over one of Javi’s beer bottles by accident, you speed walked, then ran to the backside of the motel, where there was a patch of grass. The surroundings were dark, the crickets seemed to taunt you, and your head was spinning. You needed more air than you could take in, your head had a dull, throbbing pain in it, you wanted to throw up, purge those feelings onto the soft grass.

You cried, covering your face and cried. Hard. Your whole body was stiff.

He kissed her

He kissed her. Oh he kissed her, he kissed her, he kissed her.

You didn’t even hear the footsteps behind you. You didn’t even register Javi running after you to check in on you.

“God damnit, are you okay? What’s wrong?!” He panicked, not touching you, though he knew you loved physical touch.

Why would he, anyway? He had a girlfriend-

Kate Carter.

“Leave… me a-alone” you wheezed, hiding your face, curling into a ball onto the dirt.

“Please” you begged, “I-I can’t be down here, I need to go ho-home” you cried “it- it’s a family emergency.” you lied through your teeth. Of course he wouldn’t question it. He didn’t care enough to even look at you. Why would he question a pretty good reason?

Javi looked at you, his face concerned. He nodded.

“I- Okay, alright. Take care, (Y/N)” he said softly. Genuinely.

It took all your willpower not to launch yourself into his arms. But the thought that Kate had been in them more often than you did sickened you.

One day, I will stop falling in love with you

Some day, someone will like me like I like you

So you ran through the fields, ran until your lungs burned, until you were going to faint, running on nothing but peach cobbler pie and coffee since almost 24 hours ago.

Your legs gave out, and your hands embraced the ground below, seeking comfort from Mother Nature which nobody could give you. Your body was folded and like a wounded animal, you let out guttural, gut wrenching sobs. You wanted to unsee it, to pour Javi’s beer over your eyes, to gouge them out for their sockets.

“Make it stop” you sobbed, choking on your saliva. “Please, make it stop” you prayed to the heavens above and the spirits below. You needed this to stop. The pain, the jealousy, the love to stop.

You fell asleep there in the field, Your breathing ragged, yet eventually even. You mumbled, whimpered, cried in your sleep. Seeing Javi kiss Kate. Seeing Javi hug Kate. Seeing Javi move in with Kate. Seeing Javi say ‘I love you’ to Kate, and Kate saying ‘I love you’ back. It was all Javi and Kate, Javi and Kate, Javi and Kate…

It wasn’t until one of the Wranglers found you that you woke up.

“Hey, it’s the girl from Storm Par!” The blonde man said to himself. You stirred, groaning.

“Tyler Owens?” you blinked your eyes open, he offered you a hand, which you ignored and got up.

“What’re you doin’ out here in the fields?” He asked, chewing some wheat between his teeth.

You hesitated. “Long story, but if you can drive me to the train station, I think we have enough time to go over it.” you asked with a pleading look. “Please, Tyler, one favour”

Tyler sighed, giving up “Sure. That’s what friends are for”. You smiled, thanking him.

Then you both disappeared off to the train station at 6:35 in the morning, where Tyler was so kind to lend you a ride. You went over the whole story, since college to now. 5 years worth of internalized drama, not sparing a single detail; He nodded along, gave his animated reactions, gave his input and advice where necessary. And soon enough, you were at the train station.

“Thanks for the ride, Tyler.” you thanked again, genuinely “and dont tell anyone about this” you said seriously, referring to the situation you described.

“Scout’s honour” He gave you his flashy smile “Take care out there, cowgirl” he chuckled. You nodded and smiled, grabbing your bag.

“You too”

Until then, I'll drink my coffee, eat my pie

Pretend that we are more than friends

Then, of course, I'll let you break my heart again

Back at home, you delved back into work, relieved to be away from the new couple. Life was bitter and hard, accompanied by your peach cobbler pie; you never really got over Javi and Kate, you just tried forgetting about them. Whenever you read a romance book or watched some rom-com, you imagined the couples to be you and Javi. Sometimes, you’d dream of you and Javi together, as a couple.

But as you dreamed of this, a few states away, Kate was living your wished reality.

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leeofthevoid · 10 months ago

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Cold-Blooded Beings- Part 1

Farleigh Start x Reader

a/n: Hey guys this is a multi-chapter thing, a little series I suppose and I'm excited to map it out. Hello! Had a few comments that wanted it changed to Y/N and I got you! Please let me know if I missed a few but I tend to not use the assigned name I did before. Just tell me if you guys also want some name specific Fic for you so I can make one shots! Big thanks to the people who pointed good stuff out!

Warnings: Mentions of Alcohol, Strong language

Word Count: 1777

|| Part Two, Part Three, Part Four, Part Five

Money Makes The World Go Wild

Oxford was a dream come true. It was so difficult to actually get into the school without the help of your family’s wealth and earn your place, it was rewarding to finally get into it.

It wasn’t until dinner time when you felt big arms wrap itself around your shoulders while you ate. “Look who we have here. N/N L/N.” What the hell? This voice was unrecognizable. What does this guy want with you? “I’m sorry um…Did I do something wrong?” The man looked confused and chuckled. “Y/N , it’s me Felix? Felix Catton? Cry Baby Fee?”

You jolted back in surprise and your face turned from a slight scowl to surprise. You didn’t hesitate to jump and wrap your arms around him. “Fee! Holy shit you’re so big now! I barely recognized you!” You both laugh heartily as you pour out your happiness in the embrace. “How I miss you, I miss you so.” You pulled back to pepper his face with kisses and finally sat back down on your seat, huge smiles still plastered on your faces. “You’re so big now Fee! I can’t believe you’re the same little boy I had to carry when you scraped your knees.” Felix cringed slightly at the story but still smiled his heart out. “Well yeah, I’m not the little boy Catton you used to know. It’s so nice to see you N/N. Venetia would be so happy know you go here.” You pause and look around the dining hall looking around for the other Catton sibling. “Speaking of, where is she?” Felix leaned on the table and sighed, “Went to Cambridge in fear that I would ‘ruin’ her university experience.” It was so like Venetia to say that and you admired how they seemed to barely change.

You ended up talking through dinner time about how you got into Oxford the way your family always went in. Felix teasing you about your strict family. How you both grew through the years and realized how you missed each other’s presence ever since your father threw you to Switzerland to attend boarding school after your last summer in Saltburn. You both exchanged numbers and a promise to Felix that you will for sure hangout with him and his friends. With a goodbye embrace that was too long for other people, you parted ways.

It was hard being a Teacher’s assistant. When you settled after a few months into your summer term, your professor offered for you to help him tutor his students which you gladly agreed to for extra credit. You were now stuck in the room with Mr. Ware, this shy scholar kid named Oliver Quick, and another empty seat that the other student seemed to miss every session. It’s their fifth absence now. Oliver was in the middle of reading his essay out loud when you decided to take a quick bathroom break, waking up your professor in the process to at least pay attention to the poor guy. After a few minutes out, you’re met with a new person chatting with the tutor and Oliver sits back quietly. You got a better view of the new presence and saw a nice head of curly hair, fashionable clothes, and…No way. “Farleigh?”

Oliver and Farleigh look up at you from the door and his eyes widen. “ Oh my god N/N!” He stood up and scooped you in a tight hug. Man, these Cattons sure love their hugs. “I thought Felix was fooling us when he mentioned a special childhood friend in Oxford.” He gently puts you down and backs away to sit next to Oliver again.

“My, my. A L/N and a Catton? Oliver, you have quite the company.” Your Professor stated. You saw Oliver slowly back up in his chair more, feeling a tinge of pity for the guy. “Let’s start over, Sir. I believe we all have limited time.” You chime in. You all sat down and proceeded to listen to the essays Oliver was abruptly cut off. His work was too robotic and a little…Boring? You can’t help but try to wake the other two people up from time to time to at least alleviate the embarrassment Oliver had. When Oliver finally finished, you cleared your throat, signaling for Farleigh and Mr. Ware to at least look alive. Mr. Ware shared his thoughts and you did too, “I believe there was a lack of something in it, Oliver. I’m sure you’ll be able to revise it better so don’t worry too much.” Farleigh snorted at your kindness and blatantly told him the truth. It was a tensioned back and forth that you’d much rather not be apart of but what can you do? Farleigh was right but so was Oliver, you looked at Mr. Ware and he simply shook his head. “So! We had quite the session today, lads. Oliver, please take note of the changes Ms. L/N will send you, and Farleigh please write your essay too. Um…Send anonymous regards to your mum too please?” Farleigh winks at him and gives you a kiss on the cheek before he leaves the room. Oliver soon made a beeline out of the room and you followed after getting a few tasks from Mr. Ware.

After a few days, you came across Oliver walking alone through the courtyard. “Hey, Oliver!” He quickly looked around for the source and saw you waving at him. “Oliver! Fancy meeting you around and not in the office.” You smiled at him as you put out your hands out to shake. He took it and gave you a shy smile, “Ollie is alright. Y/N right?” You nodded. “So sorry about Farleigh, he always had a sharp tongue ever since we were kids, can I buy you a few drinks to apologize?”

“No, no, c’mon now Y/N it’s not your fault. Why are you doing this?”

“Because I want to. I don’t need a reason to treat a friend out?” You smiled at him as he fiddled with his jacket deep in thought. “I suppose you it wouldn’t be bad…” You smiled again “See you later at the pub then. You know where right? Bring your friends Ollie!” Oliver hurriedly walked away with a small bounce of excitement as you slowly backed away bumping into something…Or someone. “Running a charity case, love?” Farleigh chuckled. You look up at him and roll your eyes with a slight smile. “Don’t be mean Far, I just thought he was a decent person to befriend.”

“And where is Farleigh’s invite then?” He wrapped his arm around your shoulder as you both walked. “Since when did you grow so mean? I remember you jumping up and down whenever I complimented you more than Felix.” Farleigh groaned at the memory as you laughed. “You know, being the oldest out of all of us had its perks, such as carrying both you and Fee when you were both so tiny! I felt so big next to you! Now look at you towering over me.”

“N/N, you sound like an old lady reminiscing about her children’s lives, I don’t miss that at all. If you’re coming to the pub with that bore of a person, come by at our table yeah? I’d hate for you to be lonely.” You chuckled as he kissed your cheek to walk off into who knows what.

The pub had a really good atmosphere for a place swarmed with people in their early twenties dying to have some semblance of relief from school. You would even argue that The King of Arms was a decent place to have a date, even dressed nicely to appease the people you’ll hangout with. One problem is that you never anticipated the fact that Oliver could probably have no friends. Well, he had one, Michael, but the thing about Michael is he seemed to be so absorbed in his genius that he never did care to let you or Oliver talk. As much as you appreciate the boys not ogling at you with the usual stares you get from wearing provocative clothing, it was kind of pathetic that they didn’t at least compliment you perhaps?

You excused yourself to get another round of drinks, on you of course. It kind of put you in a bit of a damper mood when Michael didn’t even acknowledge it, at least Oliver did but it still sucked. You approached the Barkeeper to bring you three pints of Pale Ale which he kindly nodded to. “What’s a pretty lady like you doing with losers like them?” You chuckled and looked up at the figure slowly sliding their hand on your waist. “Farleigh.” You lightly warned with a smile, “Cut them some slack. It’s probably their first time going out with people. I was like that when I started my summer term.” Farleigh simply rolled his eyes at your kindness thinking it was stupid. You notice how he seemed to still tower over you and that was something since you weren’t exactly short, five foot ten to be exact. You even had heels on for goodness sake! When did this small tiny boy grow so tall?

You snap out of your trance when the door dings. You turned and saw Michael’s retreating figure, turned and checked the table you were occupying and found no signs of Oliver. Great, you just got ditched. “So…About my offer?” Farleigh’s tone was teasing and you can’t help but give in. With a sigh and a defeated huff you give in. “Fine Far, you win. What about the stuff I ordered?”

He scoffs, “Thank you for buying me some, you’re a doll.” Farleigh says in a sarcastic manner, picks up the tray and brings it to the table while dragging you with him. You notice Oliver’s shy figure sitting beside Felix as Farleigh pulls a chair out for you. Paying no mind to the boy who just walked out of your table, you greeted everyone with a cheery expression even earning some wolf whistles from the guys sitting with you. “Y/N will apparently buy two rounds of drinks for us.” Farleigh teases. Everyone cheered making you roll your eyes at him. At least you get to use that allowance your dad finally said you earned.

After some time on the table, it still pissed you off that Oliver ditched you, he even avoided eye contact with you while talking to Felix. It’s alright, everything will be okay and you should just let this instance slide, you say to yourself. It was just an apology drink from Farleigh’s mean outburst and the subject of the event was right next to you making out with a girl on his other side. Don’t you just love university?

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genshinluvr · 2 years ago

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Oh, Baby!

Pairings: Various Genshin Men x Iseka'd!Reader

Summary: Congratulations! You and the men are officially a parent to a newborn son! You thought you were prepared to be a parent because of the parenting books you and the men bought during your pregnancy. But boy, you and the men weren't prepared for your child to be so clingy to you.

Note: This is a mini-fic for the Isekai'd!reader series. Just a reminder that any [character] x isekai'd!Reader mini-fic is part of my ongoing Isekai'd!reader series and is usually around 5k words or less. These mini-fics are made so each man in the harem gets their own screen time with the reader; sometimes, some men (or all) will make an appearance, but not all the time. Usually, mini-fics for my Isekai'd!reader series is for individual characters. This fic, in particular, has all of the Genshin men in the harem currently. I believe this is the first mini-fic that doesn't have smut 🤔 I don't post anywhere else but on Tumblr (Genshinluvr) and on AO3 (Aaliah_exo).

Warnings: Mentions of vomit, but it's not major. Poop is one of them. Would a baby overall be a warning?

Word Count: 2.3k

This is a mini-fic to these three fics: Mixed Signals, Eating for Two, and The Men Who Worry a Lot.

The birth of your and the twenty-five men’s child was long and torturous. You were in labor for almost twenty-four hours, and boy, the baby did not want to come out at all. Giving birth is traumatizing, and you don’t think you want to have another kid any time soon after the first baby. Well, at least for now, of course. It’s been almost a week since the birth of your son, you and your son have been discharged from the hospital, and now you and the baby are back at the estate. Even though the men have made a nursery for the baby, you insist that the baby sleeps in the same room as you because of your paranoia.

You worry that you’re not going to be able to hear the baby cry while sleeping, but you are so clueless. Clueless to the fact that you’re going to get some sleep after the baby arrives. You know you would get less sleep than usual, but here you are, awake at three in the morning, nursing your son.

“You know, I was looking forward to the birth of our son, but I did not expect to lose sleep in exchange for a mini version of myself,” Itto says, sprawled out on your bed, watching you rock back and forth on the rocking chair.

Childe does a double take, asking, “I’m sorry? Our son?”

“Mini version of you?” Diluc asks, raising an eyebrow at Itto.

You sigh in relief when your son unlatches from your nipple, muttering how a newborn can drink that much milk after a week of being alive. You pull your shirt up and adjust your son, patting his back and lightly bouncing him in your arms.

“Please don’t start any argument right now, boys. You’ll make him cry and put him in distress,” you murmur. “Besides, I think Itto meant ‘our’ as in all of us. As for the ‘mini version of himself’ part, I’m not so sure since the baby looks like a mix of everyone.”

You’re grateful to have twenty-five men who help you care for the baby, but even if they tried to help you, the baby gets fussy until he’s back in your arms. You get off the rocking chair and begin pacing back and forth around the room. You hardly sleep a wink, and you are exhausted.

Aether rubs his eyes sleepily and yawns, stretching his arms in the air with a strained groan. “I didn’t think that was possible. I expected the baby to look like you and one of us, not you and everyone else in the relationship,” Aether says, gesturing to everyone in the room.

“I was hoping the baby look would look like both me and [Y/N], but instead, he came out looking like everyone,” Heizou sighs, watching you continue to burp the baby.

You roll your eyes and shake your head. After the birth of your and the twenty-five man's son, your son ends up having the features of each man. Well, most of them, at least. Since the baby is still a newborn, many other features have yet to develop. Your son is a unique child to be born in the history of Teyvat because your son has a tail, he has horns, and fluffy ears. He’s undoubtedly one of a kind, and you didn’t think that was possible until your son came out of your womb.

Not only did he have horns, furry ears, and a tail, he was born with a full head of hair. No wonder you had intense heartburn during your pregnancy. Your son whimpers softly before letting out the smallest burp. You coo at your son and hold him up in front of you. Your son stares at you through his semi-closed eyes, smacking his lips together.

Venti squeals softly. “He’s so cute! Look how tiny he is!” Venti coos.

“There’s nothing that can take away his cuteness,” Kazuha smiles.

Your son makes a noise, and before you know it, your son spits up on your nightshirt, making you groan. The men around you wince at the sight in front of them, shuddering with disgust. You and your twenty-five boyfriends (and the fathers of your baby) know that the twenty-six of you need to get used to being a parent. And dealing with baby spit-up and vomit is one of those things you all need to get used to.

Kaeya chuckles and shakes his head. “Our son is adorable, but that was certainly not adorable,” Kaeya comments, walking over to you.

“I’ll go prepare the shower for you,” Thoma says.

You shake your head and give Thoma a smile. “It’s okay, Thoma! You don’t need to do that—”

You stop midsentence when Thoma rushes to the bathroom. You sigh and pass over your son to Kaeya, reaching for the towel over your shoulder and wiping the baby's spit up off your shirt. You’re glad that it was only spit-up and not vomit. Even if it was vomit, it would be liquid and not chunks of food, thankfully. You love your son, but what he did just now was disgusting. Thoma exits the bathroom and gives you a thumbs-up, signaling that the shower is ready.

Scaramouche shudders with disgust. “I don’t think I’ll get used to being a father of a tiny being that poops and pees more than we do,” Scaramouche mutters, rubbing his temples.

“Is that all they do? Besides sleep?” Xiao asks, staring at the tiny baby in Kaeya’s arms.

Gorou and Tighnari sigh, leaning against each other.

“If you think that’s bad, how do you think we,” Tighnari gestures between him and Gorou, “feel when he poops? It’s horrendous.”

Gorou interjects, “And don’t get us started when he starts crying and wailing. We love our son, we really do, but his crying makes our ears hurt.”

“You two aren’t the only ones with keen senses of hearing. Our son also has fluffy ears,” Albedo says, stroking the baby’s head.

The baby starts to squirm in Kaeya’s arms, letting out small whimpers before bursting into tears. Ayato sighed and ran his fingers through his hair, watching Kaeya bounce the tiny baby in his arms, trying to soothe the baby.

“He’s very attached to [Y/N],” Ayato murmurs.

Dainsleif nods. “More attached to [Y/N] than that bumbling fool over there,” Dainsleif says, pointing over in Itto and Childe’s direction.

Itto and Childe look at each other in confusion, pointing at each other while silently asking who Dainsleif is referring to. As the baby continues to cry, the men crowd around Kaeya, trying to figure out what’s causing him to be fussy other than wanting you to hold him. He’s not hungry, for sure, despite the spit-up. Tighnari and Gorou don’t smell anything foul coming from his diaper (thank Archons), so that isn’t the reason why the baby is crying.

A few minutes go by, and you finally exit the bathroom wearing clean clothes that aren’t covered in baby spit-up. You watch your son get passed around from man to man, trying to calm down your fussy son.

As much as you wanted to laugh at the adorable yet comical sight, you know how they feel. The feeling of helplessness when the baby wouldn’t stop crying and wailing at the top of his lungs. Not knowing the reason why he’s crying. Everyone, including yourself, looks exhausted.

You and Zhongli lock eyes for a moment. Zhongli gives you a pleading look and holds your son out in front of him. “Dearest, please help us,” Zhongli pleads.

“He won’t stop crying, and we don’t know why. You fed him not too long ago, and it doesn’t seem like he soiled his diapers,” Kaveh sighs, tugging at the roots of his hair.

“Give him to me,” you say, walking over to where the men are standing and taking the baby from Zhongli’s grasp.

You cradle your son close to your chest, and he calms down almost instantly. You caress his head, letting out a shaky breath. Al Haitham directs you to the rocking chair, helps you sit, and tucks your damp hair behind your ears while you rock the baby to sleep.

Pantalone pinches the bridge of his nose. “Since he’s clingy to [Y/N], I don’t think it’ll be easy for any of us to take care of him without him bursting into tears when he’s with someone that isn’t [Y/N],” Pantalone mutters.

You give Pantalone a weak smile and lean your head back. “He’s still a newborn baby, Pantalone. He’ll get used to everyone’s presence and smell if you all hold and care for him. It takes time, don’t worry.”

“If he’ll let us hold him without fussing and causing a scene,” Dottore snorts.

Within the first few weeks of having the baby home in the estate, the men concluded that babies are disgusting. They’re cute, but they are gross. It sounds harsh, but it’s the truth. That doesn’t make the men love their son any less, but everyone is trying their best to get used to it.

One time, you woke up in the middle of the night out of nowhere. You put your son to sleep less than an hour ago, and here you are, awake in the middle of the night. You sit up and nearly choke on a gasp that made its way up your throat.

“Why are you guys awake at this time!?” You hiss, turning on the bedside lamp.

Al Haitham clears his throat. “We wanted to make sure you and the baby are okay. We didn’t hear him cry, and we got worried that something might’ve happened,” Al Haitham replies, looking up from his book.

You stare at Al Haitham owlishly. “I appreciate that you’re checking up on the baby and me, but I have a question for Al Haitham….” you trail off, rubbing the sleep from your eyes. “How are you reading in the dark?” You ask.

Cyno rolls his eyes. “He can’t read in the dark. He was sleeping the entire time,” Cyno replies, the corners of his lips quirking up.

Al Haitham rolls his eyes and glares at Cyno. You give Al Haitham a sympathetic smile and pat the spot next to you. Al Haitham gets up from the seat across the room, tossing the book on the nightstand before getting into bed beside you.

“I don’t recommend staying up and waiting for something to happen. Trust me, you’re going to regret it the next day,” you say.

“What, did you do that?” Pierro asks, raising an eyebrow at you.

You nod and collapse back onto your bed, closing your eyes. You kind of developed a habit where you wake up every few hours to check up on the baby. Every time you do that, the baby is sound asleep. But when you’re not doing that and are passed out asleep or occupied with something else, your son would be wailing at the top of his lungs for you and his fathers. Whether it’s for food, a change of diaper, or because he wanted you to hold him.

“I know it’s in the middle of the night, but I wanted to remind you that the baby needs a check-up soon. We’re a little over a month,” Baizhu murmurs.

You crack your eyes open and look at Baizhu sleepily. “Already? It’s been a few weeks since we brought the baby home from the hospital,” you say.

“Yeah, it has been a few weeks. There are about four weeks each month. Therefore, it’s been a month, or a little over that, since we’ve brought the baby home,” Capitano replies.

“I’m going back to sleep. Wake me up when—”

You’re cut off by the sound of something wet and gurgling coming from your son. You sigh and roll over to look where your son is sleeping. Well, he was asleep. He’s awake now— whimpering, kicking his legs around, his face pinching up with discomfort. Itto shoots up from his spot and point at the tiny baby.

“Did that noise come from him!?” Itto asks in horror.

Scaramouche shakes his head, burying his face into his pillow. “There’s no way something as small as him can make that kind of noise,” Scaramouche’s voice is muffled against his pillow.

Tighnari and Gorou groan simultaneously, covering their noses.

“It’s definitely coming from him,” Gorou says, trying his best not to gag.

“Who’s turn is it to change the diaper?” Tighnari announces.

Childe curses under his breath. “Fuck, I forgot about diaper duty.”

You raise your hand. “I changed his diaper last time, and he peed on me while I was putting a new diaper on him. I’m volunteering, Childe,” you say.

“What?! Why me?!” Childe exclaims.

“Do you not remember when you said you wanted to have fourteen children with me? Be a good daddy and change our son’s diaper since his mother did it for him not too long ago,” you snort, gesturing for him to go.

Aether snickers. “Yeah, Childe! Be a good father to child number one out of fourteen,” Aether says.

“That diaper sounds explosive, not gonna lie. I’m glad I got diaper duty a while ago before [Y/N],” Heizou says, sighing in relief.

Childe grumbles to himself, gets off his bed, and walks over to the tearful newborn. Childe lifts your and his (and the others) son up from the bed and nearly gagged. Childe groans and turns to look at you and the others.

Venti gasps, exclaiming, “Dear archons, it’s all over his back too!” Venti covers his mouth in horror.

Diluc and Kaeya snicker, earning a glare from the exhausted, disgusted ginger-haired Harbinger.

“I will throw his diaper at you if you continue to laugh at me,” Childe hisses.

Childe walks across the room to the diaper changing station, holding the now fussy baby away from him while scrunching his face in disgust. As much as you wanted to feel bad for Childe, this is something he has to get used to. After all, he did claim that he wanted to have fourteen children with you. Childe needs to get used to something as disgusting as the baby’s poop exploding in his diaper and up to his back.

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forever yours - chapter 11

summary: gojo gets offered a new position and is hesitant to accept it, not wanting to drastically change your family dynamic

warning: angst, fluff, family man gojo, crying, heartwarming

a/n: i missed writing this fic!! i've been focused on kinktober, but new chapter are coming soon!!

trust has always been a fragile thing between you and gojo—easily broken and hard to rebuild. mending it isn’t easy, but it starts with small gestures: gojo being more transparent and making a conscious effort to keep you in the loop about the things that will affect your family. you, in turn, open yourself more to him, letting down the walls that had once protected you from further hurt.

you both have come to realize that you’re in the strongest place you’ve ever been, especially in terms of trust. the foundation you’ve rebuilt feels solid, a testament to the effort and love you’ve poured into one another. every shared moment, from the simplest exchanges to the more profound conversations, serves as a reminder of how far you’ve come together.

it’s not just about the grand gestures anymore; it’s the little things that truly matter. the way gojo makes sure to check in with you throughout the day, no matter how busy he is. the way you both prioritize spending quality time together, even with the demands of daily life. there’s a sense of peace that comes with knowing you can rely on each other.

—

gojo arrives at your doorstep early in the morning before he heads to work. he greets you with a warm smile as he holds up a bag containing the breakfast he picked up on his way over, a thoughtful gesture that’s become part of your routine lately. you welcome him with a smile of your own, appreciating the effort he’s put into making the mornings special.

“good morning,” he says, leaning in to plant a kiss on your cheek. the gesture is so natural now, a daily occurrence that still manages to make you blush. it’s a simple yet intimate act, one that no longer carries the hesitation it once did. gojo doesn’t second guess himself anymore, and neither do you.

he heads straight to the dining table where haru is already waiting for him. gojo greets his son kindly while he takes a moment to cut haru’s food into smaller, more manageable pieces. it’s a small act, but the deliberate movement speaks volumes about his care for your son.

“thank you, daddy!” haru chirps, his voice bubbling with excitement as he digs into his breakfast. the simple joy on his face lights up the room, and gojo’s eyes soften as he watches his son, a tender smile playing on his lips.

after a moment, he turns back toward the kitchen, his expression thoughtful. you thank him as he approaches, your words seem to pull him from whatever thoughts were occupying his mind. his gaze meets yours, and for a brief second, you can see the weight of something lingering behind his eyes. the carefree atmosphere shifts ever so slightly, a subtle change that hints at the seriousness of what’s on his mind.

your heart skips a beat as you watch his expression. “what’s wrong?” you ask, brows furrowing in concern.

“there’s something i need to talk to you about” he replies, his tone hesitant and careful. since your trip to the cabin, the rest of the month has been flawless, filled with moments that have strengthened the bond between you. but the way he speaks now makes your heart pound with worry.

“what is it?” you ask, your voice tight with apprehension. his choice of words, coupled with the tension in his shoulders, sets off alarm bells in your mind, stirring up memories of past conversations that hadn’t ended well. you brace yourself, fearing what might come next, the unease growing with every passing second.

“it’s about work,” he finally admits, his eyes not quite meeting yours. the words hang heavy in the air, and your stomach drops. his job had always been one of the biggest issues between you—a constant source of tension, and the thought of what he might say next scares you. you brace yourself, the familiar knot of anxiety twisting in your chest as you wait for him to continue.

"okay," you say hesitantly, trying to keep your voice steady as you give him the benefit of the doubt. you cross your arms, holding yourself as if to shield against the bad news you feel coming.

“i’ve been offered a new position,” he begins, his voice careful, as if he’s choosing each word with deliberate caution. “it’s… less dangerous, more stable. but it would require me to be away from home often—traveling, attending meetings, that kind of thing.

the words hang in the air between you, heavy with the potential for change. since the job offer, gojo has been grappling with conflicting emotions—relief from being in less danger and concern about how his absence might affect the progress you've made together. he’s torn between the safety of the new position and the potential disruption to your renewed closeness.

your heart sinks at the thought of him being away, especially since you’ve been making such strides in rebuilding your relationship. “how often are we talking?” you ask, trying to keep your voice steady but failing to hide the anxiety that lingers in your tone.

gojo’s gaze drops to the floor for a moment before meeting yours again, his eyes reflecting his own internal conflict. “sometimes it might be just a few days, others could be longer stretches. it’s hard to say exactly”. he seems to be weighing his words carefully, aware of the impact his absence could have on both you and haru.

you think about the recent changes in your lives. gojo has earned his place back in your heart, and his hard work hasn’t gone unnoticed. each time he breaks through a boundary, you’re reminded of his dedication to mending and nurturing your relationship. his efforts are evident in the small, thoughtful actions he takes. the new routine of stopping by every morning has become a cherished part of his days, allowing him to spend precious moments with haru and start each day with you.

the thought of losing that connection, even for a short time, tightens your chest. you’ve come to depend on these daily rituals as a way to solidify the bond you’ve worked so hard to mend. the stability and closeness between you feel delicate, and the idea of them being disrupted is daunting.

gojo steps closer, his presence a comforting anchor amid your swirling emotions. “i know this isn’t easy to hear” he says softly, his voice carrying a note of regret. “i want to be honest with you because i care about how it might affect us. i don’t want to jeopardize everything we’ve worked so hard to rebuild”.

you take a deep breath, trying to process the news. the decision isn’t black and white. you can see the benefits of the new position, but the emotional cost weighs heavily on your mind.

before saying anything, you need to understand his perspective so you can fully process the information. "how do you feel about it?" you ask, your voice soft but steady.

gojo hesitates for a moment as he gathers his thoughts. "i’m... torn, honestly" he admits. "the idea of a less dangerous role is appealing. it would mean i’m not constantly putting myself in harm’s way, and that’s something i know you’d worry less about".

gojo’s right. before you truly understood the depth of his strength, there were countless nights where you’d wait up for him, anxiety gnawing at your insides. sometimes, it would take him a day or two to come back, and each hour felt like an eternity. but you couldn’t bring yourself to rest until you knew he was safe, your mind running wild with worst-case scenarios.

the uncertainty was unbearable, bringing with it waves of intense panic that often left you paralyzed. you’d have your fair share of anxiety attacks, your heart racing and breath shortening at the mere thought of him not making it home. those nights were long and terrifying, filled with a deep fear that you could lose him at any moment. even now, with all you know, that fear hasn’t entirely disappeared; it lingers in the quiet moments when he’s away, a reminder of just how much he means to you.

gojo glances over at haru, who’s still engrossed in his toys, blissfully unaware of the serious conversation unfolding. "but… i’m worried about traveling. being away from two, especially after everything... it’s not an easy decision”.

his honesty touches you deeply, and you can see the weight of the decision in his eyes. "i’ve been thinking about it a lot” he continues, "i don’t want to make a choice that will put us at risk, but i also don’t want to miss out on an opportunity that could be better for all of us”.

it’s clear that he’s not taking this lightly.knowing that he’s genuinely considering how this decision will impact both of you makes all the difference.

gojo watches you closely, noticing the way your thoughts are racing. the tension in your expression is unmistakable, and he can see the wheels turning as you weigh every possible outcome. he’s aware of your tendency to focus on the negatives and how the potential for disruption weighs heavily on you.

gently, he reaches out to hold your arms in a firm grasp, his touch grounding you. “hey,” he says softly, his voice cutting through the whirlwind of thoughts in your head. he’s been by your side long enough to understand how you often brace for the worst and how much it can mess with your mental health.

“i won’t take the position if that’s what you want” he says seriously, his eyes full of sincerity as he searches yours for any sign of what you might be thinking. “this isn’t just about me. it’s about all of us. if you’re uncomfortable, then it’s not worth it to me”.

you realize that he’s offering you a choice not because he’s unsure, but because he genuinely values your opinion, your comfort, and the trust you’ve rebuilt together.

you meet his gaze, the intensity in his expression making your heart skip a beat. “satoru, i—” you begin, but he gently squeezes your arms, urging you to listen to what he’s saying.

“i’m serious” he says softly, but there’s an undeniable firmness in his tone. “i’m not going to risk anything. you and haru… you’re what matters most.” his words carry a depth of emotion that catches you off guard. the fact that he’s giving you the power to make this decision highlights just how much he values the progress you’ve made together.

the old gojo might have leapt at the opportunity without a second thought, driven by ambition and the thrill of the unknown. but now, you see a clear shift in him—he’s ready to put you and your family first, no matter the personal cost.

“i don’t want to hold you back” you say carefully, your voice steady as you choose your words with the same precision you’ve used when navigating other difficult conversations. “but i also don’t want us to fall into old patterns”.

gojo nods, his expression softening as he absorbs your concerns. the way his eyes meet yours, filled with a mix of understanding and resolve, reassures you that he’s not the same man he once was. he’s grown, and so has your relationship. his willingness to discuss and consider your feelings reflects a deeper level of maturity and commitment.

“i don’t want that either” he agrees, his voice firm yet soothing. his agreement is a comforting affirmation that he understands and shares your concerns.

“this isn’t like before. i’m not going to let this job come between us. we’ve worked too hard to get to where we are now” he continues. the sincerity in his words reassures you, and you can feel the weight of your worries start to lift. it’s clear that he’s committed to ensuring that your progress isn’t undermined by this new challenge.

his hands slide from your arms down to hold yours, grounding you in the present. “you don’t have to answer right now” he says gently. “whatever happens, we’ll handle it together. i just wanted to talk to you about it first before making any decisions”.

you appreciate that he’s including you in the decision-making process, something that hadn’t always been the case before. it’s a sign of the progress you’ve made together, but the thought of him being away still makes you uneasy, stirring up memories of the distance that once threatened to tear you apart.

the sincerity in his voice, coupled with the steady pressure of his hands, conveys his deep commitment to facing the future with you. it’s clear that he’s not just offering empty promises, but is genuinely dedicated to maintaining your precious bond.

you nod, feeling a sense of calm wash over you as you squeeze his hands in return. “thank you” you say softly, your voice filled with gratitude. “it means a lot to know we’re in this together”.

his smile is gentle but confident, reflecting the shared resolve to move forward with care and understanding. “always” he replies, his eyes full of unwavering support.

—-

you both continue to nurture your relationship as the rest of the summer unfolds, finding solace and joy in the simplicity of shared moments. whether it’s enjoying leisurely dates, spending quiet evenings together, or taking haru on family outings, each experience feels like a step forward. the warmth of the season seems to mirror the growing closeness between you and gojo.

life is good. there hasn’t been a single hiccup since you’ve started this new chapter together. the trust and understanding between you have deepened, creating a solid foundation that seems unshakable. the easy laughter, the comfortable silences, the way you instinctively reach for each other’s hands—it all speaks to a love that’s grown stronger through every challenge.

as you both discuss the job offer in greater detail, you begin to see the potential benefits it could bring. and after much deliberation, gojo decides to accept the new position. it’s a significant step, but one that you both agree could be beneficial for your family.

before gojo's first day, you both sit down to discuss the change with the seriousness it deserves. you tell him you both need to be on the same page and that there can’t be any secrets between you, no matter how small. gojo listens intently, agreeing with your requests, and promising to make this new situation work without keeping secrets from you.

as august settles in, the time arrives for gojo to step into his new role. the transition is marked by a noticeable shift in his attire; instead of his usual jujutsu high gear, he now dons more professional clothing—sharp suits and neatly pressed shirts that signal the start of a new chapter. the sleek, businesslike outfits reflect the gravity of his new responsibilities, and you can see the dedication in his demeanor as he prepares to embrace this role.

despite the change in his wardrobe, the core of what’s important remains the same. you remind yourself of the clear ground rules you’ve both set—communication being key. with the promise of no more secrets firmly in place, you’re confident that this new phase will bring opportunities and challenges, but it will also be navigated with the same commitment and transparency that have become the foundation of your renewed relationship.

gojo quickly adapts to his new role, finding satisfaction in the fresh challenges it presents. although it's a change from his previous duties, he embraces it. the structured schedule and regular 5 p.m. end time offer a welcome contrast to his former role, where he was constantly immersed in his students' needs. this new routine allows him to unwind and enjoy more time with you and haru, a luxury he hadn’t experienced before.

things are going smoothly until the third week at gojo’s new job. you’ve both been enjoying the rhythm of this new chapter, relishing the stability that’s come from your renewed connection. but then, so soon after he starts, gojo informs you that he has to leave. and it’s not just a day trip—it’s for an entire week.

you knew this moment would come. you’ve both prepared for it, having thorough discussions and putting a solid communication plan in place. you’ve talked about how you’d stay in touch, how he’d check in every night, and how you’d manage haru in his absence. on paper, everything is sorted.

but as the reality of the situation sinks in, the pang of anxiety about being apart is undeniable. no amount of planning can completely rid the unease that starts to build in your chest. memories of nights spent waiting for him, the uncertainty, the panic—those old fears creep back, threatening to overshadow the progress you’ve made together.

gojo notices the shift in your demeanor almost immediately. he sees the worry etched in your expression, the way your smile doesn’t quite reach your eyes when he talks about the trip. he reaches out, his hand finding yours, and squeezes gently, as if to reassure you that everything will be okay. but the knot in your stomach doesn’t let up. the thought of a whole week without him feels like an eternity, and the doubts begin to creep in.

despite the uncertainties swirling in your mind, you know that this is another test—another hurdle to overcome. and just like before, you remind yourself that you’re not alone in this. you’ve faced challenges together, and you’ve come out stronger on the other side. but even so, as the day of his departure approaches, the thoughts plaguing your mind remain, quiet reminders that no matter how strong your relationship has become, some things are still hard to face.

he’ll only be away for a week, but the emotional impact of his departure is evident. haru, in particular, is deeply affected. his small face scrunches up in distress as he clings to his father the morning of gojo’s departure, eyes wide with a mix of confusion and sadness.

gojo holds him, his expression soft and reassuring. “precious” he says gently, “i’m going to be away for a little while, but i’ll be back soon. remember, we can talk every day, and i’ll think about you the whole time”.

haru looks up at him, tears welling in his eyes. “promise?” he asks, his voice trembling.

gojo’s heart aches at the sight. “i promise” he replies, pulling haru into a tight hug. haru sniffles into his shoulder. “be good for mommy” gojo says softly, his voice filled with warmth and a hint of sadness.

you watch the scene unfold, the tight knot in your chest growing with each passing moment. seeing haru so distressed brings back vivid memories of when gojo had left home all those months ago and haru had begged him to stay. the echo of that painful goodbye makes this separation feel even more daunting.

as gojo turns to say goodbye to you, the weight of unspoken words linger between you. he envelops you in a long, tight hug, holding you close as if trying to etch the moment into his memory. he takes a deep breath, savoring the warmth and closeness. with a gentle, lingering kiss on your cheek, he reluctantly pulls away. there’s so much you want to say, but the words get lost in the weight of the moment. he gives you a small smile.

“see you soon” he promises before leaving. as gojo heads out the door, you and haru stand by, the reality of his departure sinking in with each step he takes away from you.

haru clings tightly to your leg, his small body trembling with the effort to hold back his sobs. his eyes, so wide and full of tears, are a mirror to your own emotions, reflecting the sadness and worry that both of you are feeling.

haru looks up at you and sniffles. “mommy” his voice trembles as he reaches up at you.

you pick him up, brushing stray tears from his cheeks as you try to offer comfort. you try to be strong for him, even as your own heart aches. “he’ll be back soon, sweetheart” you say, your voice gentle but strained. “remember what daddy said? he’ll think about us every day, and we can talk to him on the phone”. your words are for haru, but you find yourself trying to calm you down, as well.

haru nods, though his expression is still clouded with sadness. you pull him into a hug, holding him close as you both face the quiet, empty space together. the silence is heavy, filled with the weight of gojo’s absence.

—

the first day without gojo unfolds with a blend of familiar routines and intentional distractions. you and haru dive into activities that bring a sense of normalcy and joy to get his mind off of missing his dad. you settle for a movie marathon with a mountain of popcorn between you. each moment is crafted to keep both your spirits up, but underneath the surface, the absence of gojo is a constant, lingering presence.

gojo’s promise to call haru every night stays true. he calls exactly at 8pm, when you usually put haru to bed. his face lights up when he hears his father’s voice, his small hands clutching the phone as he excitedly tells him about his day. when it’s your turn to talk, you keep the conversations brief. you want nothing more than to talk to him, but you understand that he must be exhausted from his long day of travel and new responsibilities.

after putting haru to bed and slipping under your bedsheets, you feel almost incomplete. it’s been your routine for a while now to talk in depth about your day, that the conversation doesn’t satisfy you. the quiet of the night amplifies the emptiness.

you hate to go back on your word, but you can’t help yourself. you reach for your phone, the screen glowing softly in the darkened room. your fingers hover over the keyboard as you craft a message, choosing your words with care.

“you're probably already asleep, but i just wanted to let you know that we’re thinking of you. haru and i are keeping busy and doing okay, but we both miss you a lot already. i hope your day went well, we can talk about it more tomorrow. goodnight”

you hit send and place your phone on the nightstand, the hum of a message sent offering a small measure of comfort. the act of reaching out, even with just a few words, feels like a connection that bridges the distance between you.

just as you begin to drift into a more relaxed state, your mind finally easing its grip on the day’s worries, your phone buzzes on the nightstand. the sound cuts through the quiet of the room, surprising you. your heart skips a beat as you reach over, curiosity and a touch of hope mingling as you check the screen. your heart lifts when you see his name pop up.

“i miss you both, too. it’s been a long day, but knowing you’re okay makes it easier. i’ll be back before you know it”

a warmth spreads through you as you read his words, his reassurance easing the ache of missing him. the connection you’ve shared with him, even through a screen, feels like a small but significant thread tying you together, despite the distance. you place the phone back on the nightstand, feeling more at ease, and let yourself relax into the pillow, grateful for the comforting exchange.

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mid-week, you and gojo find yourselves on the phone way too late, well-past the time you should have been asleep. despite his early start for work, neither of you can bring yourselves to end the call. the conversation flows effortlessly, punctuated by laughter, light teasing, and those intimate discussions that only come alive when the world has gone still.

gojo’s voice, warm and familiar, soothes you as he recounts his day. he tells you about the little quirks of his colleagues, and the challenges he’s facing so far. you share your own stories, filling him in on everything he’s missed at home, the little moments with haru, and how you’ve been doing in the last few days. the distance between you feels a little less daunting with every word spoken, every laugh shared, and every story exchanged.

eventually, you hear gojo’s soft yawn over the phone, and a pang of guilt tugs at you. “i’m sorry for keeping you up so late” you say, your voice tinged with concern. it’s selfish of you to hold him up this long, but you couldn’t bring yourself to cut the conversation short.

gojo’s response is a gentle, affectionate chuckle. “don’t be” he replies, his voice warm despite the fatigue. “i’m just happy to be talking to you. i don’t want to hang up just yet”. his words ease your worries, and you can almost picture the soft smile on his face as he speaks.

his words wrap around you like a warm blanket. you can hear the honesty in his voice, the way he doesn’t want to let go, even as exhaustion begins to close in.

“but you’ve been working so hard” you continue, “i hate to think of you losing sleep over me”.

gojo lets out a soft laugh, the sound warm and amused. “you make it sound like it’s a bad thing” he teases gently. “i’d trade a few hours of sleep any day to hear your voice” there’s a soft, tender sincerity in his words that reassures you. gojo means what he says. it’s a small sacrifice, losing a bit of sleep, but one that’s worth every second for the sake of staying close, even when you’re miles apart.

you hum at the sweet comment. his vulnerability in this moment is endearing, and you feel the same pull to stay connected.

you hear the sheets rusting as gojo shifts in the bed. he closes his eyes, settling deeper into the comfort of your conversation. “a few more minutes” he murmurs, his voice drowsy but tinged with affection. “miss you so much… just want to stay on a little longer.” his voice is almost slurred with sleepiness, but the emotion behind them is clear. you can hear the longing in his tone, the way he’s clinging to these last few moments before sleep takes over.

“i miss you too,” you reply softly, your voice holding the weight of the days apart. the silence that follows your confession is filled with a gentle intimacy, a quiet understanding that transcends words. his breathing grows steadier, more rhythmic, as he drifts closer to sleep.

your soft call of his name gently cuts through the drowsy haze. he stirs slightly, his voice a low murmur that holds onto the last threads of wakefulness. he hums in response, half-awake, but attentive to your presence.

"you need to sleep” you coo. “we’ll talk again tomorrow, okay?" you say, trying to balance concern with the warmth of your reassurance. he lets out another soft, reluctant hum, his voice barely audible as he drifts further into sleep. the sound is comforting, a sign that he’s accepting your reassurance and settling into the peaceful embrace of rest.

“okay” he manages to say, his voice carrying a tender and adorable lilt as he drifts off. “goodnight”. you smile at his sleepy, endearing tone.

"goodnight, satoru" you reply, your heart full as you end the call.

a comforting lightness settles over you. despite the miles between you, gojo's soft, sleepy murmurs linger in your mind. you close your eyes, allowing the echoes of his affection to envelop you as you sleep, too.

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it’s been a long week, each day stretching out with an aching slowness, but when gojo finally returns, all the tension and anticipation of his absence melt away in an instant. the sound of the front door opening barely registers before haru sprints towards it, his tiny arms outstretched for a hug.

gojo’s face brightens at the sight of his son, and he crouches down to meet him halfway. as haru wraps his little arms around his dad’s neck, gojo pulls him close, lifting him off the ground and spinning him around. gojo shares how much he’s missed him in the last week as he showers haru’s face with a flurry of kisses, each one accompanied by a string of affectionate nicknames he’s crafted over the years.

the room is filled with the sound of haru’s infectious laughter, a melody that brings a profound sense of joy to you. you stand back, a tender smile on your face, taking in the heartwarming scene. the sight of father and son reunited, fills you with a deep sense of relief and happiness.

when gojo finally releases haru, his eyes meet yours with a blend of relief and joy that warms your heart. he strides towards you, and you both fall into a deep, heartfelt embrace. his arms encircle your waist tightly, pulling you close as if to make up for every second of the past week.

gojo buries his face in the crook of your neck, inhaling the familiar scent that always made him feel at home. with a gentle lift, he raises you off the ground, your feet dangling due to his taller frame. he lets out a deep, contented sigh, as if he couldn’t bear another moment without you.

“i missed you” he murmurs, his voice a tender whisper against your skin. the words are barely more than a breath, but they carry the weight of his longing and the depth of his feelings.

“i missed you, too” you reply, your voice thick with emotion as you cling to him. the sincerity in his touch and the comfort of his presence are both reassuring and grounding. the challenges of the past few days melt away, replaced by the solid sense of connection.

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gojo stays for the rest of the day, fully immersing himself in your company. he plays with haru, helps with dinner, and shares stories about his trip, each moment showing how much he values being with his family.

when nighttime falls, he gently places haru into his bed and tucks him in. he pauses to take in the sight of haru’s chest rising and falling with the rhythm of his sleep. the sight is so peaceful and content, and it fills gojo with a deep sense of relief to be back home.

gojo quietly moves to the living room and begins to pack his belongings, preparing to head home soon and get some much-needed rest after another long day of travel. you watch him from the doorway, feeling a pang of reluctance at the thought of him leaving again. he’s just going to the other side of town, but even that feels too far away after a week without him.

without a word, you make your way over to him, wrapping your arms around his waist from behind. the suddenness of your embrace catches gojo off guard. he looks down at your hold and settles his hands gently over yours where they rest around his waist.

you press your cheek against his back, savoring the warmth and solidity of his presence. a deep sigh escapes you, and you close your eyes, letting the familiarity and comfort of him wash over you. the stresses of the past week seem to dissolve, replaced by a sense of closeness.

he can feel the tension in your hold, the way your arms wrap around him as if trying to anchor yourself to his presence. there’s a desperate edge to your touch, an unspoken need for his warmth and reassurance that seems to radiate through every fiber of your being.

when gojo shifts slightly, you tense up instantly, a rush of emotion—perhaps even panic—flooding through you. “no—don’t go yet” you say, almost desperately, your voice trembling with a blend of vulnerability and urgency that cuts through the quiet room. he pauses immediately, sensing the weight of your plea and the raw emotion behind it.

“are you okay?” he asks softly, his voice carrying a note of concern. he senses that there’s something more troubling you, beyond the simple act of wanting him close.

you nod, but words fail you for a moment. instead, you let your senses be taken over by him—the comforting scent of his cologne, the warmth of his shirt against your skin, and the solid, reassuring presence of his body. the simple act of holding him close feels grounding and deeply comforting.

“hey” he says gently, his voice soothing and filled with care. you loosen your grip slightly, allowing him to turn within your embrace. when he faces you, you pull him back in, hugging him tightly once more. you bury your face in his chest, seeking the solace that only he can provide. the steady rhythm of his heartbeat against your cheek helps calm you. the gentle pressure of your arms around him tells him everything he needs to know.

“i’m here” he reassures you, his voice calm and soothing. “i’m not going anywhere” his words are accompanied by a tender squeeze, a gesture meant to ground both of you in the moment.

gojo runs a soothing hand through your hair, his touch gentle and rhythmic. “what’s on your mind?” he asks softly, the words carrying a mix of tenderness and patience.

you shake your head softly, your voice barely above a whisper. “nothing—i just…” you pause, the weight of your emotions making it difficult to articulate your feelings. his presence, solid and comforting, calms you for a moment. you can feel the steady beat of his heart, a reassuring reminder of the love and commitment that have endured despite the time apart. the embrace is more than a physical connection; it’s a shared moment of vulnerability and understanding.

“i really missed you” you finally whisper, the words coming out with heartfelt sincerity.

gojo’s heart swells with warmth as he absorbs the depth of your sentiment. the separation had been a true test of your relationship, but this moment of genuine connection reaffirms the bond that has weathered the storm. he smiles softly, the curve of his lips reflecting the joy he feels. typically, he’s the one leading with affectionate words and gestures, but hearing them from you brings an unexpected reassurance.

gojo’s embrace tightens around you, his own emotions stirred by the heartfelt confession. “i missed you too” he murmurs, his voice low and tender. his hand gently strokes your back, offering a comfort that makes the world seem a little less daunting. he leans down and places a soft kiss on the top of your head, a gesture that speaks volumes about his affection and unwavering commitment.

this kiss is more than just a touch; it’s a reaffirmation of his promise to stay close, even when physical distance separates you. the sincerity in his touch, the gentle pressure of his lips against your hair, reassures you that the bond you share is resilient enough to withstand this temporary parting.

as you both pull away slightly, you look up into gojo’s eyes. there, you find solace in their depth, a mixture of love and determination that grounds you amidst the uncertainty of his impending departure. the gaze he holds with you is filled with an unspoken promise—that no matter how far apart you may be, his heart remains with you.

gojo’s hands are gentle as he cups your face, his touch tender and reassuring. his thumb brushes softly across your cheek. the eye contact between you is intense and brimming with unspoken feelings. your gaze locks onto his lips, and everything else fades away, narrowing to this singular moment of need and longing.

in a breathless whisper, you utter his name, the sound trembling with a mix of desire and vulnerability. “satoru” you say, the plea in your voice unmistakable. the word hangs between you, heavy with anticipation. “please…” the single word encapsulates the depth of your yearning, a silent request for connection and reassurance.

gojo’s eyes soften as he absorbs the weight of your plea, the depth of his own emotions reflected back at you. the world around you feels suspended, the intensity of the moment drawing you both closer together. his grip tightens slightly, his gaze never wavering from yours, as he prepares to respond to the heartfelt urgency of your request.

gojo’s eyes soften as he reads the urgency and longing in your expression. he takes a moment to glance at your lips, silently offering you the space to reconsider if you wish. but when he looks back into your eyes, he sees the unwavering desire reflected there—a silent plea for connection, yearning to feel his lips against yours.

with a gentle but decisive motion, gojo close the distance between you, his lips meeting yours in a soft, tender kiss. the initial contact is a gentle brush, a quiet reawakening of a connection that’s been far too long. it doesn’t take long for his lips to slot perfectly between yours, fitting together with an effortless ease. his lips move against yours with a careful intensity, savoring every moment of this renewed closeness

gojo’s hands tenderly cradle your face as you clutch his shirt. a soft, involuntary sound escapes him—a hushed expression of the emotions that words might fail to capture. the kiss deepens, still tender, as though he’s pouring all of his unspoken feelings into this simple act of intimacy. the world outside fades away, leaving only the two of you in this cocoon of shared warmth and connection.

as the kiss lingers, there’s a shared sense of relief and vulnerability, as if you’re both communicating your deepest fears, hopes, and promises through this profound closeness. it’s everything you’ve longed for since the last kiss you shared, a way to bridge the gap that time and distance had created.

when you finally pull away, both of you are breathless, your foreheads resting together in a quiet, intimate gesture. gojo’s eyes are filled with a mix of love and admiration. his smile is soft and reassuring, conveying a deep-seated assurance of his feelings and his commitment to your relationship.

you feel a profound sense of peace, knowing that despite the challenges and separations, you’re both exactly where you need to be—together.

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i-luvsang · 1 year ago

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just because — jung wooyoung

1.2K MILESTONE EVENT ☆ CLOSED gn!reader , fluff , cw : none but i think i’m crying a little , unedited , wc : 0.6K , nadia !! tysm for sending in two requests and feeding my event hehe. i hope you enjoy this even though it’s not quite the traditional fic format/style ! @justhere4kpop

when wooyoung loves, he loves hard. he loves like your laugh is his favorite precious gem, like he wants it raw and natural, or set in metal to hang around his neck and hold close to his heart until the day he dies. he loves like your face, your body are his home, like the sight of you alone brings him a comfort so true he doubts he could explain it out loud. wooyoung loves like your voice is a song made just to put his heart at ease, made just to make him fall in love over and over and over again.

so when wooyoung misses you, he misses you hard. he misses like he’d do anything to see you right now, he misses like everything reminds him of you, then you again. wooyoung misses as if he’s homesick, so homesick that sometimes he cries.

and he misses everything. he misses you, of course; your laugh, your face, your voice, the silly little things you whisper into his ear. he especially misses making you laugh, kissing your face, his voice mixing with yours. he wants to do the silly little things that make you just a little bit annoyed, to hold your hand when it’s cold, to feel your lips on his, just to be with you.

but when he’s away, there’s nothing he can do. he hates he’s not with you, but he loves this new habit. the one where he face-times you any moment he can, and you pick up any moment you can. though he can’t be with you, he can hear your laugh, see your face, and adore your voice.

so he learns for that to be enough, for that to be a new kind of joy, an excitement at random points in the day. it’s always so lovely, no matter how short, what words are exchanged, and now it happens when he’s ten minutes from your place, his connection lagging in the back of a taxi. everywhere, and anywhere, he’s calling you. he’s showering and neither of you can hear each other, but it doesn’t matter to you. because you’re at work, with only one earbud connected to filter the sound of running water into your ear, and the image of your computer screen more in your focus than his bathroom ceiling. but either way, he’s there, and so are you.

many days he’s in the practice room, calling you just to see your face for a few minutes at a time. whoever’s sitting next to him always says hi, and you wave back, just grateful to be a part of his life everywhere he goes.

you love to see him backstage, the seconds after a performance that he has to spare, because he knows how much you want to see his smile, the one that’s just a bit brighter from the joy of his passion. he loves to catch a glimpse of the restaurant your at during another company dinner before he has to go.

and countless times, he’s fallen asleep to the sound of your voice. he likes to complain about how many screenshots of him like that you have saved in your phone.

you are his everywhere, his everything, and he is yours. you are the bus you take to work, he is the van he rides around in. you are the coziness of the room and the art print that he sees beside your head when you’re calling him from the comfort of your bed. he’s the clean mirrors of the dance room that you’ve never visited personally, but know so well. you’re orange-tinted street lamps on the way home, internet lagging when he wishes he could kiss you.

by now you know he’s not face-timing just to see your face, or just to hear your voice, your laugh, but rather because those things about you mean everything to him, in so many ways. because he loves so hard, and so deep, and misses you just as much.

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brighteststar707 · 1 year ago

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15 FOR V I'm going to cry if I'm too late for this

Thank you for the request Xela! It's about time I wrote something nice and fluffy for V, it's been far too long. I hope I've done him justice here for you and you enjoy the fic <3

Finding excuses to be alone with each other

✦ V x fem!MC

✦ Words: 1198

Jihyun had spent a lot of time in that quiet cabin in the mountains trying to picture what his return to the RFA would look like. He had so many hopes and twice as many fears. Would his friends take him back, or are the things he did in the past unforgivable? Part of his growth in his time away was learning that he had to be okay with both answers, and that he couldn’t force forgiveness out of anyone.

When he was planning his and Saeran’s return, he had only allowed himself to hope for a warm welcome from Jumin and for forgiveness from the person he left waiting. She had filled his dreams nearly every night since he left, there was so much he wanted to tell her about his time away, he had so much to prove to her.

From the rest of the RFA, he only hoped to not be hated.

Imagine his surprise when they all surrounded him in surprise and excitement upon his return. He was the centre of attention, with two years’ worth of pent up curiosity and anticipation coming to a head all at once. There seemed to be no talk of hatred or resentment, even from her.

He hadn’t expected to only get a few minutes alone with her at that RFA party to say all that he had wanted to. She had started at him like he wasn’t quite real and he clasped her hands in his and tried to say things that could never express what he had been through in the past few years. All the growing he had done, the things he had learned, all the reasons he thinks he can actually be good for her now.

Then, everyone else descended upon them again, pressing glasses of champagne into his hand and asking him so many questions. Never mind, there would be more time later for them to talk properly.

He spent the rest of the night surrounded by more people than he had been around in years, accepting drinks and exchanging stories. Always craning his neck to make sure she was close by, pulling her into conversation at times. Everyone’s smiles had brightened somewhat, and the party was a stunning success for more reasons than one.

The only thing that was bothering him was that he hadn’t gotten another moment to talk to her alone since their initial reunion. Everything he had wanted to say to her still sat on the tip of his tongue, desperate to spill out, only encouraged by the drinks he had been given. He wanted to explain himself, say everything his letters couldn’t possibly express. He wanted to hold her close for every warm memory of her that kept him going when he was away. He wanted to feel her breath on his skin and hear his name from her mouth so he’d know that it was all real.

He caught her eye as they were watching an animated discussion between Jumin and Zen unfold, and he was thrilled to find a glint of mischief there. He might have only returned a few hours ago, but he could read the frustration in her body language all too well. Every time someone new interrupted their conversations, she shifted impatiently from foot to foot. Now, she raised an eyebrow and her eyes darted quickly to the storeroom and back to him. It was all he needed to get the message.

A few seconds later, she slipped away from the conversation (which was quickly growing into an argument, with Yoosung and Saeyoung egging them both on) and disappeared behind the storeroom door. Nobody seemed any the wiser. Jihyun stuck around for a few more minutes before making a quick excuse (that fell on deaf ears) and joining her.

“Hi,” she says once the door is closed again. Here, her voice sounds smaller than it did out in the hall. She keeps looking at his face as if she’s internally adjusting a mental image. He supposes he looks quite different than he did a few years ago. So does she, after all.

“Hi.”

The space they occupy is a strange one. They are practically strangers who also happen to know each other better than anyone else. She may not know the way his smile is sort of crooked but she’d recognize his voice anywhere. She has lived in his house for the past two years and he sees her face every time he closes his eyes.

She’s standing with her back resting against the wall. He joins her, leaning against his arm and angling himself towards her. They fall into a soft conversation, their faces angled close to each other so they barely have to raise their voices above a whisper. They had gone over the pleasantries earlier, and now he wants to make steps to fill in the most urgent gaps that had formed during their separation.

Up close, she admires just how well their time apart had treated him. His skin has a healthy glow and his cheeks are fuller. His hair is shorter than it was when she last saw him, but it has the look of a haircut that’s on its way to being grown out. The sides flip over his ears and make him look a little scruffy, fitting for the trip he just returned from. The front is styled in a graceful swoop that falls into his eyes every time he leans towards her.

He's beautiful.

As they talk, the pieces start to fall into place. Despite everything that has changed, things still feel the same way they did two years ago. Something sparks between them, something that could grow into something more substantial, if they allow it to.

As he talks, she reaches out a hand to brush his hair out of his eyes. He freezes, momentarily surprised, but then he chuckles gleefully. The whole scenario feels ridiculous, the two of them sneaking to a back room, slowly putting the pieces of their relationship back together while hiding away like teenagers. It’s not the grand reunion he had pictured, it’s much more mundane than that, but it’s somehow so much better.

He leans back a little to shift his balance, but she playfully tugs at his collar, keeping him from getting too far. He follows, leaning in closer than he has dared to yet, until their foreheads are touching. His hand rests on the wall by her waist so he can support himself against the wall and still keep himself close.

Everything is so new but this closeness feels familiar, as if everything before was simply building up to this moment. Their faces angle to slot together perfectly without a second’s hesitation. He can smell her perfume and feel her breath on his skin and can almost taste her. Almost.

One of them – he isn’t sure who – closes the gap and they kiss.

It's better than forgiveness, it's better than redemption. It's a promise of something new, something better. It is as familiar as a song learned by heart and it's entirely theirs.

The party carries on without them outside, and they are none the wiser.

#my writing #blogiversary 2 #mystic messenger #mystic messenger jihyun kim #mystic messenger jihyun #jihyun kim #mysme v #mystic messenger V

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thesecondplacename · 2 years ago

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Title: The boy with the bread.

Summary: Peeta’s picked for the games.

Warings: Ang —--------------------------------------- Living in District 12 is the dream, no, really constantly being malnourished and worrying about being picked for the Hunger Games, it's a dream come true.

For all the sarcasm I spit out there is one thing that makes everything bearable, Peeta he’s the kindest man I know. Both of us have had a secret relationship for about a year, but it started long before I took the leap of faith and confessed my feelings to him. I make paints, not well but well enough that he trades a loaf of bread for half a dozen every 2 weeks. This exchange brought us close, and we got to know each other.

We both had a vision planned for our life. To get married when we aged out of the reaping, I was becoming more successful in District 12 making a steady income that helped feed my family and still have leftovers, scraps really but leftovers non the less. I was on good terms with his father and could hold a conversation with his mother, but Peeta, he was adored by my family. They absolutely loved him. We had a plan and only had to luck out a few more times and we were safe, or at least that's what we hoped would happen.

It doesn't matter how much you want something, how much you pray for something, sometimes you don't get what you want. I remember how my heart stopped when Peeta’s name was called, how I wanted to take his place but that look in his eyes stopped me, my entire life was overturned with just a single word. I was barely able to recognize that someone had volunteered, but when the district raised their hands in defiance I followed.

I was after his mother, she gave me a pitying look, and I knew that we hadn’t kept our relationship as good a secret as we originally thought. I walked into the room where he was standing, and almost burst into tears.

“Peeta,” I couldn’t think of anything to say, how could I give him reassurance that he would live when so many from our home didn't. “I love you, I love you so much. Please try to live, try to come home to me, please I can't do this without you.” I was crying.

He threw his arms around me and held me in a tight embrace. “You can, you can do anything you put your mind to, close your eyes when they show my death, you don't deserve to see me like that.” His voice was thick, he was trying so hard to say everything without breaking. “I love (Y/N). I love you, I’ll try, I promise.” We held each other trying to say everything before we were separated.

“Peeta, when you come home let’s get married, ok?” his blue eyes were staring at me so intensely. “Ok, let's get married after-” The peacekeepers came in before he finished.

We were separated.

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Note: This was originally only going to be a two-part story, but there is only a certain number of words a post can have so apologies in advance for the people who don’t like that, I’ll be sure to link all the Fics together so it's more seamless to read. To restate this story will have multiple parts.

#hunger fic #the hunger games #peeta mellark #the hunger games peeta #Peeta mallark x male reader #male reader #x male reader #angst #katniss everdeen #peeta x male reader #peace keepers #part 1 of idk how many

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specialinterestshows · 1 year ago

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Me: - says I’m likely going to take a break from writing this Rhea Ripley x lady!reader fic -

Also me: - has already written more of this fic -

Warnings for this section: Pining/angst, jealousy, cannabis (weed), dirty talk

Absolute Smokeshow (Part 10/?): Eat, Sleep, Breathe

Days passed slowly when you paid attention and blurred together quickly when you didn’t. Despite the messages sent back and forth daily between you and Rhea, it was nothing like being in the same space with her. When sleep evaded you, the vest she left you was still heavy with her perfume and the fragrance calmed you. The cool leather and spikes were something you would fidget with until you fell asleep, hoping you might see her in your dreams. Almost every day you woke up to a picture she’d send you of herself - usually smiling or with her tongue out - during her morning exercises. Though she had joked about sending nudes before leaving, you hadn’t received any. No doubt she was busy training and taking care of important Judgement Day business.

On Mondays (and sometimes Tuesdays) you would turn on the TV to watch Rhea defend her title or support her teammates. However, seeing her with Dominik Mysterio - her arms around him, the looks they gave each other, the whispers they exchanged - it tore you apart. If they were still having issues in their relationship, they never showed it on camera.

Some of your friends had noticed you were less present these days and tried to visit or have you over more. Even though everyone was curious about what was going on, you only found yourself confiding in one of your closer friends - someone who had been in the group you’d gone to the bar with.

Even then, you’d only ended up telling them because they were so genuinely worried, they wouldn’t leave you alone. You were grateful for that, though it may not have seemed like it at the time.

“I’m not going back to the bar,” you’d snapped at them, “It’s just going to make me feel worse.”

“Look, I know you’re having a rough time,” they spoke gently, but evenly, “and I’m sorry if I’m making it more difficult, but you’re important to me and there’s clearly something going on. Don’t you think talking about it might help? I’m here to give you support, not judgement.”

The last word hit you and you did your best not to start sobbing then and there. Eyes pointed at the ceiling to keep tears from falling, your sinuses give a familiar burning ache as you try to compose yourself.

“I, um… may have let myself get really close to… the woman I met that night,” your voice trembles.

“Rhea Ripley?” your friend immediately gets a fiery look in their eye, “What did she do? Did she hurt you? I don’t care if she is a wrestler, I will-“ the tears were already rolling down your face, but it wasn’t until you’d let out a sob that your friend realized you needed a hug before saying more.

Crying into their shirt, you realized for the first time how much this was affecting you. After you pull away, your friend gets to work making sure you have tissues, water, and your bong. More tears cascaded down your face as you held the cool blown glass. No wonder you couldn’t stop thinking about her; most things in your apartment were a reminder of the two days you’d spent together. Even your favorite food truck now held the memory of her, in your sunglasses, calming your anxiety in the face of an unexpected run-in with your ex.

“She didn’t hurt me,” you finally manage after taking a long, drawn-out hit, “Rhea. I just… miss her so much. We text, but it’s not the same. Her boyfriend goes everywhere with her and I’m just… stuck here. I’m not sure how much I mean to her, or if I’ll even see her again.”

Passing the bong to your friend, you shared a silence as they moved around the burnt bits of green in the bowl.

“You know,” they said, pausing to light the bowl and inhale, “you could always ask her” - they pull the bowl and clear the piece, speaking in a more strained voice as they tried to hold as much of the smoke as possible while still talking - “Just go “hey, when are you going to be in town next?” or something” - a large exhale creates a cloud around the two of you, waves of smoke hanging in the air until they’re only visible under lamplight - “Who knows, maybe you can go meet her somewhere.”

Taking the bong being handed back to you, you take a moment to consider how such a message might sound. It’s difficult not to overthink something with so many emotions involved.

“I’m worried that might sound… desperate,” you say, tracing invisible shapes along the piece in your hands. Your friend shrugs, responding, “Then maybe focus on your own stuff for a bit. She’s busy, maybe you could stay busy for a bit” - then, louder - “Oh man, do you still have those chips from last time I was here?”

So you had taken their second bit of advice and tried to stay busy, still messaging Rhea between seeing friends, working, and trying to take comfort in your hobbies. Much of what you did was distracting, in the moment, but nights still left you thinking of the last woman you’d shared your bed with.

It was over two months since you’d last seen her at this point. You wanted to personally resurrect and punch whoever had first said “it gets better with time.” Then, you wanted to ride off into the sunset with Rhea. On Rhea? Either would do.

The situation was frustrating, but so was having an amazing night with a woman and then going two months without sex. Initially, you’d laid down on the bed this evening to get yourself off, but it was proving to be difficult. Looking over at your phone, you decide that if you can’t enjoy yourself, someone should.

Sliding out of the rest of your clothes, you take a moment to mess with the lighting in the room. Looking at yourself in your phone camera, you adjust your hair and quickly gloss your lips before reclining on your bed. Running into the battle vest Rhea left you, you decide it’s the only article of clothing you’re going to wear for the photo - but it wouldn’t cover much of anything.

It takes several angles and poses, but you finally manage to take a picture that you’re sure would get a quick response. Double-checking the recipient, you pause for a moment before hitting send. Closing your phone, you set it face-down and change into pajamas before washing the lipgloss and remnants of the day from your face.

Upon entering your room, the first thing you do is check your phone. A smile spreads across your face as you read Rhea’s response:

“Keep tempting me like that and Mami’s going to have to come get another taste of her good girl VERY soon”

[end part ten of ?]

Part 11: https://www.tumblr.com/specialinterestshows/724314822103138304/absolute-smokeshow-part-11-of-carry-on

Tag List (thank you!)

@cherryberryshine , @littlemiss-fanficlover , @elisewithak

#wwe fanfiction #the judgement day #rhea ripley #rhea ripley x reader #rhea ripley x dominik mysterio #weed #stoner themes #lady!reader #specialinterestshows presents #absolute smokeshow

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thursdayinspace · 6 months ago

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Hiya!! Happy Monday! Sending you brave vibes for today. 😊

💥 Interested to hear this for sure.

🎁 had to try, lol. I'm greedy I always want more.

🎨 cause, well maybe I'll make it happen lol

Hi! And thank you! Happy Monday and good vibes to you too!! <3

for this ask game

💥 What is one canon thing that you wish you could change?

i have been thinking about this since yesterday. there are little things, moments where I wish they'd reacted differently, but overall i like the ways they clash and i like the slow burn and all that. ONE THING i would DEFINITELY want to change is william. they didn't have to give him up. i think they could have still told the same story if they'd been allowed to keep him. it was one trauma dumped on them that imo didn't drive the story at all. in fact, being allowed to keep him would have RAISED THE STAKES. it would have made things more difficult for them after s9. and they could just have exchanged that arc from the revival that never made a lot of sense anyway for sth else. they could have easily done the revival with another story instead of that weird as shit william arc.

what makes iwtb and the revival interesting, the reason i love it, is their relationship development. so, imagine their way into the revival if they had a kid they were raising together? i mean holy shit, making the decision to break up anyway? there'd be the question of who gets to keep william, there'd be the fact that they'd both want to stay in his life and would never take that away from each other, and it would make everything so much more messed up and painful. so. seriously raised stakes. any decision they made would have had even more serious consequences. in s9 it was just unnecessary. in the later seasons, it would have added to the story if they'd still had him. the breakup would still have happened. the loss of their child wasn't their only emotional baggage. and i really really would have liked if they'd been spared that particular trauma. after everything, after how long she'd wanted it, after all the heartbreak and the so well-deserved joy, that was the *cruelest* thing the show ever did to them, and it was for no reason that i can see.

🎁 Have a piece of a WIP you want to share?

haha! sure! since i've been talking about angst and high stakes, have a piece of my post-iwtb angst (with a happy ending):

“I was thinking the beach.”

He knows she loves the ocean. “I’ll see how soon I can get a few days off.” She wraps her arms around his middle and squeezes him tight, breathes him in, fills all her senses with him and only him. She would choose this man every time. She will bleed herself dry for him.

She knows that’s not a healthy way to live. She knows seeing her bleed out is destroying him too, the way that seeing his soul crumble to dust is destroying her. They can’t save each other. Love won’t fix this. It’s become part of the problem. The biggest part of it.

“I think some time away will be good for us,” he says. She can hear it in his voice that he knows he’s trying to stitch closed a gaping abyss with needle and thread.

“I think so too.”

This place is not the source of their pain. Their problems will travel with them. They can’t outrun them. But if he’s taking her hand and asking her to try it anyway, she will go with him, she will follow him, the way she’s always done.

🎨 If someone were to make fanart of your work, what fic or scene would you hope to see?

oh man, anything!!! i'd be excited about literally anything. i honestly can't say what i'd like most because just the thought of anyone being inspired to make something based on my silly little words makes me cry, haha. like the art for yesterday's future did. i'm still looking at that all the time. <3

#thank you for the ask! <3 #i had to think about this one for a while #i may want to write a fix-it fic of my own for post-s9 eventually

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luci-in-trenchcoats · 1 year ago

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Okay this might be a little all over the place so I apologize in advance! I just read the last chapter of The Princess & The Playboy (spoilers ahead for those who haven’t read it yet!!) and I have so much to say.

Firstly, that was a whole roller coaster of emotions. I’m so glad Eric taught Y/N how to protect herself rather than just being protected, the idea of having Sebastian on tape threatening them was a smart move on her part. Also I’m so excited that we finally got Sleric endgame! I’m so very happy Eric and Sloane were able to take a chance on each other, and we’re both willing to continue working it out. They both deserve so much happiness in their lives and I’m glad they found their way back to each other. Not to mention I just love Eric as a character overall, he is such a big brother to Y/N and he’s managed to climb his way up into my top 3 favorite OC’s of all time:))

“I swear to god I'm quitting this job,” grumbled Eric, flipping Dean the bird as he left.

"That's his love language," you said, Dean laughing.

This exchange alone is one of the many reason why I love Eric so much, that big teddy bear.

I don’t even think words can describe how I felt finding out that Y/N was never actually responsible for picking up Max that day and her parents blamed her anyway knowing it wasn’t her fault. She didn’t deserve that at all and I’m so glad she has good people in her life who won’t hesitate to tell her that. Finding out the connections between the Cherry Blossoms to all of Y/N’s songs made me cry in the best way (and honestly has me wishing Finish Line was an actual song, I’d love to know it if was inspired by anything). I’m glad we got to see the quite a bit of the aftermath of Sam and Max being back, and I love that they had each other, they kept each other as okay as they could’ve been given their circumstances, and their friendship was really well written. The entire interaction between them all when they got to see Sam and Max again was adorable, I’m so glad they got back safe, and the fact that they decided to lovingly rag on their siblings upon seeing them for the first time in so long.

“You don’t know this yet but I really love you, kid.” He burrowed his head in the crook of my neck, nodding once.

MY HEART! You hit me right in the feels with this one. It was so sweet having Sam go to hug Y/N and Max hugging Dean.

Also, Deans conversation with Cecilia was great too, she deserved to know that it wasn’t her fault and she was not responsible for the actions of her father. And lastly, the orange sneakers making a comeback was so pure, even if they didn’t match a single thing Y/N was wearing, they couldn’t have fit in better.

Overall this whole fic was truly so amazing, it was so beautifully written and I’m so damn grateful you decided to not only create it but share it with us. Thank you so much for that!! I hope that one day you might revisit this world for a timestamp, but until then, I just want to say thank you again. Your work has helped brighten some of my bad days and I’ll forever be grateful for the joy you helped bring into my life with so many of your fics:))

Let me just say thank you for this wonderful review! And thank you for being so sweet! Being an escape for even a little while is a big part of why I share!

I'm so happy to see you pick up on all the little things I wanted to make sure got in there! Found family is such a big thing for all of these characters and seeing them all finally come together was a joy to write! Maybe someday we can revisit them and see how everyone is doing!

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buckyismybicycle · 2 years ago

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Title: ((if you like it), put a ring in it [AO3 Link] Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Steve Rogers Tags: Top Bucky Barnes, Possessive Behaviour/Sex, Object Insertion, Fisting, Come Eating, Prostate Milking, PWP Summary: the “in” from the title is NOT a typo :)

For my precious @cable-knit-sweater in our impromptu “ring fic” exchange LOL. I adore you, and this ring obsession is all your fault 💗

Everyone should also read Maya’s “made your mark on me, a golden tattoo”.

It all starts with a friendly pat on the arm, when Steve shakes the hand of a potential business partner. That’s not all Bucky sees though — he sees Steve giving that naturally kind, brilliant smile and the man’s hand lingering for a beat too long on Steve’s bicep.

Someone will have to answer for that. When he tells Steve this, Steve had all but dropped to his knees right then and there in the middle of their nightclub.

Thankfully, or perhaps disappointingly, they were the only two left, so Bucky was free to fuck Steve on the bar counter, hoarse screams echoing in the large, open room.

When he finally pulls out of Steve, he has to stop Steve from pulling up his pants.

“No one touches my things,” Bucky reminds him in a low voice. “Did you need a little reminding?”

Steve’s pupils blow wide open at the rhetorical question as his lush, pink lips part in anticipation. Excitement. The big doe-eyed expression tells Bucky that Steve himself isn’t sure what the answer should be.

It’s not like Bucky had prepared to fuck his newlywed husband in the middle of their club that night, or any other night, though maybe he ought to start doing so.

Bucky doesn’t explain what to do next, he doesn’t need to. He simply picks up the closest substitute within reach — a simple, shiny jigger. Steve shivers and hikes his leg up, ass inviting, but it still takes some patience to work it in.

It’s the wrong shape, the wrong size, and yet it does its job and plugs Steve up all the same.

Then Bucky makes sure to hit every speed bump on their way home.

—

“Who’s my good boy,” Bucky coos, twisting and pulling the silver makeshift plug out of Steve, drawing a whine. “Good boys deserve rewards, don’t they now?”

He’s careful taking it out and the resistance he feels is enough to make Bucky’s cock stir again, his body eager to feel that same tight grip. His hands smooth over Steve’s voluptuous cheeks which are spread open, presenting to him like a delectable feast.

He traces a finger around Steve’s swollen hole, watching it flutter, greedy for more while a strangled affirmative sound comes from Steve’s throat, muffled by the mattress that he lies face-first in.

“Iunno, Stevie, you’re lookin’ pretty full as it is.”

“More,” Steve pants into the sheets. “Always want more of you.”

“Sure you can handle it, sweet thing?” Bucky asks, pressing two fingers into the loosened, slicked hole.

“Yes, yeah — fuck, please,” Steve babbles, weeping as he clenches the bedding in his fists.

Bucky loves when Steve is a mess. A crying, heaving mess of tears, sweat and come, covered in Bucky’s marks.

“You know I gotta take my time openin’ you back up,” Bucky teases, the third finger prodding at the entrance.

“S’fine,” Steve insists. “I can take it, I can nnnggh —”

He’s cut off by the sharp inhale he takes as Bucky pushes in.

Bucky watches with dark, hungry eyes as his fingers disappear inside of Steve, one of his many rings catching on the rim each time. “Fuck, look at you, greedy little thing.”

Steve’s past the point of coherent words, but he does push back, meeting Bucky’s slower movements. Bucky watches in amusement for a while before he curls his fingers, hitting that sweet spot he’s so familiar with.

“AH! Oh, Buck,” Steve moans, echoing in their room, his body trying to rock faster until Bucky puts a hand on his lower back.

“Time for what you really want, unless you’re just gonna fuck yourself on my fingers all night.”

Steve freezes, as if a switch has been flipped. The switch between “BRAT” and “BEHAVE”, if Bucky was going to label them. He gives Bucky a shuddering moan, canting his hips downward as if he could possibly open himself more for Bucky, submitting himself to Bucky’s plans for him.

Even Bucky’s self-control has its limits, though. As much as he’d love to tease Steve all night, his own cock is heavy between his legs, begging to sink into the sight presented in front of him. He tugs at Steve’s rim with both thumbs hooked inside and lets out a happy sigh. As if there was ever any question about who belonged inside Steve, Bucky spits into the swollen, winking hole watching the bubbles of his saliva get swallowed up before lining himself up.

“Who does this tight little hole belong to?”

“You,” Steve answers without hesitation, his breathing picking up again already.

“Who do you belong to?”

“You!” Steve cries out as Bucky breaches him.

“Mmm, and you wanna know who wants to fucking ruin you right now?”

“God, Bucky — please, Bucky,” Steve begs in lieu of an answer, clamping down on Bucky’s cock like a vice grip.

Bucky makes good on that promise, fucks Steve into the mattress within an inch of his life until they come together, groaning and grunting. Until they’re both a tangled mess of limbs and harsh breaths, sweat gleaming across their skin.

Steve smiles deliriously, trying his best to look over his shoulder when Bucky starts to pull out, even though all he sees are fucking stars right now. He whines at Bucky, tongue too heavy to formulate his demand for Bucky to stay, to keep him plugged. It’s one of his favourite feelings…

And yet, what Bucky does next might even be better.

“Bu — uh!” Steve bites his own lip hard enough to bleed as Bucky roughly shoves three fingers back inside him, his other pressing Steve down into the bed. “Oh! Oh, fuck, yes, yes…”

Steve trails off into moaning sobs as Bucky goes straight for his destination. He’s already right on the edge, so he knows it won’t take much, but he hangs on for as long as possible, just to savour the sensation of Bucky inside him.

Bucky gets his fourth finger in, the ring on it bearing his initials of “BB”. It gives him some inexplicable possessive feeling of making Steve his, as if he could brand his name inside of Steve.

The squelching noises of Bucky plunging his fingers in, past his knuckles are obscene, loud enough they can be heard over Steve’s breathless pants for air. Then he’s in deep enough that the tip of his thumb can run along the abused rim.

“Feels like I’m gonna split you right open,” Bucky purrs, slipping his thumb in to join the rest.

“Do it,” Steve huffs with a lopsided small, eyes glazed over and shining.

He can read Steve’s body, the way it tightens and his muscles ripple, building up an orgasm that shouldn’t be possible.

Bucky pulls his hand back an inch or so, fingers pressing on the front wall, and Steve jolts immediately. As Bucky curls his digits, slowly massaging the slight bulge, he watches as Steve’s muscles tense and shudder beneath him.

“Buck…” Steve gasps, face pinched in concentration. “C-can’t —”

“Oh, yes you can, kitten. You will.” It’s not a question, Bucky’s not asking, he’s simply announcing it as he plunges back in, all the way up to his wrist. His thumb smooths over Steve’s sweet spot, his entire hand enveloped in heat.

It’s thrilling to watch his whole hand sink into Steve’s body, to think about just how deep he truly is, to impale Steve on his arm like this. Steve’s unmarred skin stretches around him, his cheeks a blend of pinks and reds from Bucky’s assault on them.

Just as he’d planned, Steve shoots up from the mattress with a wail, his cock dribbling as Bucky milks him.

It’s music to Bucky’s ears, the desperate pleas to both stop and keep going.

When he’s finally wrung everything out of Steve, he starts retracting his fingers, sticky with come, webbing as Bucky spreads them.

If it weren’t for the heaving of Steve’s body from his laboured breathing, Bucky might’ve thought he’d fucked Steve dead. Instead, he lays himself over Steve’s back, bracketing Steve with his arms.

“Remember who you belong to?”

“M’yours…” Steve slurs, his mind halfway to the clouds, blissful.

“That’s right, baby. Open.”

Bucky doesn’t need to say anything more — his good boy follows the command in an instant.

Steve’s mouth is so inviting, lips shining with his own drool, tongue hanging out to get a taste.

Bucky brings his mess of a hand up to Steve’s mouth, fingers upon Steve’s willing tongue and simply watches. His eyes track how Steve sucks on each one and licks in between them.

When Steve gets to his rings, he takes extra time and attention to wriggle about, to get every drop of Bucky’s come out of every crevice. The tip of Steve’s tongue runs along his initials, and it makes the heat inside of Bucky flare up again.

He leans down to kiss the matching ring on Steve’s finger, the “BB” on Steve’s gold band an obvious claim.

Mine.

#stucky #stucky fic #steve/bucky #bucky barnes fanfic #for youuuuuuuuu darling

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