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chapter twelve: sunshine baby

neighbor!joel x f!reader

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series rating: E (18+ MDNI)

series summary:

over the course of three summers, joel miller becomes woven into your life. the first summer is spent falling for him; nannying his daughter and sneaking around with him in a burning love affair. you know how you feel about joel, he isn’t so sure about how it all is gonna work. the second summer is brief. a month spent at home after graduation and before you move to boston for your dream job. one look at you, one time hearing your voice, and joel is hooked again. he pines over you for that month, but you think — how is long distance of over a thousand miles going to work for a single dad? the third summer, you return home burnt out and pride bruised from your post-grad life. you need time to feel at home again, like your complete self, so you’ve come back home with no return ticket booked. it’s only a matter of time before joel seeks you out, slowly spending more time with you. without an inevitable end to the summer looming over you both, what chances are you willing to take?

word count: 6.7k

warnings: NO OUTBREAK (don’t need to worry about the mushies), no use of y/n, inexperienced reader, age gap (joel is 30/31, reader is 22), canon-divergent (sarah is 7 y/o), nanny au, pet names (sweetheart, darling, sweet girl, mariposa, etc.), feeling familial and self-pressure, established relationship, spanish cause joel is latino, oral (m receiving), dirty talkkk king joel miller, soft joel, possessive joel, mentions of depression and symptoms, struggling with self, discussion of parenting, angst, arguing, i'm sorry </3

a/n: everyone go give @northernbluess all the love for always helping me with beta-ing AND cause we are gonna be writing a fic together :)))) more info on her monthly recap posted the other day xx love ya bestie! y'all enjoy this chapter (i have a feeling it will be RIP to my notifs)

Mid-week, your usual nanny family lets you know that they won’t need you for the day and to take the day off. With no other plans, you decide to visit Joel at his work site for the day to bring him lunch. You throw something together and head out from the neighborhood, calling him on speakerphone. It rings a few times before the line clicks and his voice projects from the small speakers on your cell phone.

“Hi, Mari baby. What’s going on? Is something wrong? You never call when you’re working.” Joel’s side of the line is filled with background noise, men shouting, and construction sounds of hammers, saws, and machinery.

“Hey, J. Nothing’s wrong, I actually have the day off. Kristie called this morning after you left to say she was staying home for the day so I’ve got nothing to do,” you hold up your phone as you come to a stoplight, “So I thought I would come to visit you for a little bit. I made you some lunch. Where are you at today?”

Joel’s smile is evident throughout his response, his voice getting louder to be heard over all the noise, “We’re at the Maple Avenue site. Right at the corner of Lake St. Not too far from home, so I guess I’ll see you soon?”

“I will see you in, like, ten minutes. Already on my way.” The two of you make a bit more conversation before Joel has to hang up, saying that he has to go tell someone ‘how to correctly install a support beam’.

“Alright, gotta go, sweetheart. Love you.”

“Love you too, J. See you soon.”

Exactly ten minutes later, you’re pulling up outside of the work site, confronted with the vague shape of a house with the framing up. You grab the cooler bag from your passenger side and climb out of the car, crossing the road and walking up to the younger of the two Miller brothers that you see standing in front of a table of plans and chatting with an employee.

Tommy looks up and grins when he sees you, clapping the other guy on the back to grab his attention, “Look who it is! Y’know, George, you better tell the guys that they better thank this woman right here — she’s the one who’s made Joel less insufferable.”

With a roll of your eyes, you stride up to Tommy and give him a hug in greeting before stretching out your hand to introduce yourself to George. He excuses himself to get back to his task at hand, leaving you with Tommy and waiting for Joel.

“So what d’ya bring me, sis? If you bring a treat, better have enough to share with the class.” He grins mischievously and reaches for the cooler in your hand.

“Eh, none of that, Tommy! If you ask nicely, I’ll give you the food I so graciously brought for you.” You smile and set the bag on the makeshift table of folding saw horses and a plank of composite. Unzipping the bag, you pull out the extra food you made for Tommy and pass it over, laughing when he pulls you in for a squeezing hug.

“God bless you, Posey, I was gonna have to have a gas station lunch today with the amount of shit we have to get done.”

“Quit squeezin’ the shit out of my girl, Tommy.” Joel’s voice fills your ears and you laugh when Tommy pulls away, happily picking up his sandwich and unwrapping it to take a large bite out of it.

“Hey, just thanking her for feeding me, too. Also, this is good as fuck.” He points to the food in his hand while Joel sidles up next to you, wrapping an arm around your shoulders and kissing the top of your head.

“You’re welcome, Tommy,” you reply, grinning before turning to your side while Joel gently squeezes your shoulder. “Do you have some time for lunch now? Or should I wait around for a bit?”

Joel shakes his head and smiles, leaning down to press a chaste kiss on your lips, “I’ll make time for you whenever, darlin’. Think everyone can survive for a bit without me.”

“Y’all are too much. I’ve never seen my brother like this, Posey. Please continue to keep him happy cause he’s a much better boss these days.” Tommy laughs loudly when Joel shoots him a look of annoyance, the younger Miller turning to head into the framed home to check in on the rest of the work being done. Joel picks up the cooler bag from the table and takes your hand, nodding toward the street.

“C’mon, Mari, we can eat in the truck bed. Probably better than a construction site.”

The two of you sit on the edge of the truck bed, eat, and chat about the day. Joel mentions how much work he has left for the day, clearly stressed about getting enough done before he has to leave to get Sarah. You offer to pick her up from camp and bring her home, planning to make dinner so Joel can stay longer to get some extra tasks checked off his to-do list before the weekend.

After finishing up your meal, the two of you walk back up to the site, Joel taking you on a tour through the bones of the house. He explains the vision for each room and the finishes he’s going to propose to the family building it. You follow along with him, smiling at his enthusiasm as he gestures about bay windows and oak flooring.

When the two of you are standing alone in what will at one point become a bedroom with a view of the tree-lined backyard, Joel pauses and turns to you. Taking your hands in his, he looks down at them as he laces your fingers together before meeting your eyes with a tender smile.

“Y’know, I could build somethin’ like this for us one day. We could find a piece of land we love, maybe a little bit further out of the city to get some more space. Really make it our own…”

A squeeze of his hands reassures him in the moment, matching his sweet smile with your own, “That sounds wonderful, J. But I have to say, I like our house now.”

Your smile grows wider when Joel’s does, his brown eyes catching the midday sunlight and creases at their outer corners deepening along with his dimple. He pulls you into a tighter embrace, kissing you gently before nudging his nose against yours.

“Te amo, mi Mariposa.”

“I love you too, J.”

Music is playing from the CD player when Joel walks through the door later than he usually does. His shoulders are tense, his back is aching, and all he wants to do is sink down onto the couch and relax with you and Sarah. Toeing off his work boots and tossing his keys onto the entryway table, he bites back a smile hearing the slight commotion that is you cooking — some of that noise contributed by Sarah messing around with everything, too.

The next song clicks over on the tracklist, the beginning notes of ‘Sara’ by Fleetwood Mac, a favorite in the Miller home since his little girl was born. He remembers singing it to her when she was an infant, letting her dance on his toes when she was younger. It’s been a while since he heard it, and walking to the doorway into the kitchen, a wide grin stretches across his face. The deep, dull ache in his muscles lightens at the sight of you dancing with Sarah, singing all of the words to her and her singing along with what she knows.

“Said Sara, you're the poet in my heart…Never change, never stop…” your voice carries over the stereo, Sarah’s popping in on the last two lines. Joel stands to the side, crossing his arms over his chest as he watches the two of you twirl around the island. At one moment, you catch his eyes and beam brightly at him, waving him closer and reaching out a hand for him to join.

He does just that, scooping up Sarah with a grunt to hold her in his arms while you rest a hand on his shoulder and one on Sarah’s back. The three of you move and sing together, the butterfly in Joel’s chest rapidly pounding its wings and bouncing against his rib cage.

This is all that matters, this is what he envisions for his future. Small moments like this, altogether, his girls — and maybe another baby or two.

A simple life.

The next couple of weeks are packed with nights spent between all three of you, weaving your unit tighter together. Board game night with Sorry and Monopoly, and a sore loser Joel who insisted that the official rules be read aloud, even in the instance that his own daughter was the game winner — only just pushing him out of the top spot.

There was another evening spent at the arcade and bowling alley, a rainy day that washed beyond sunset. All of you ran from the truck into the building, shaking off the droplets before weaving your way through the games until the bag of quarters you and Sarah had gathered dwindled completely. A round of bowling was played, Joel being ‘generous’ (his words) to allow the bumpers to be put up for Sarah…and you.

The latest evening, Friday night, was spent alone with Joel while Sarah was at a sleepover. Your parents were out of town with friends for the weekend, and Chris was out with some college buddies who were visiting Austin, leaving the house free for you. Joel came over, crawling into bed with you after another long day at work, and the two of you languidly spent the evening shifting between random conversations, lying together quietly, running ghostly touches over each other until the tension snapped. Intermittently, the air between the two of you would heat up, leading gentle touches to be filled with more pressure and building up until the room was filled with breathy moans and begging.

Joel unravels you once with his hands, another with his mouth; the third time he reaches for you, soft and low pleadings to fill you up, you flip him around onto his back. Trailing kisses down his bare torso, you stop at his waistband and peel away the cotton of his boxers from his sweat-sheened skin. A long sigh deflates his chest when you take him into your mouth, his precum and your saliva mixing in slick as you work your head up and down at a steady pace. He’s propped against your headboard, pillows shifted behind him, and a mesmerized, open-mouthed, and heavy-breathed look on his face as he watches you. His voice hits your ears in your focus on his pleasure, the things he’s compelled to say flooding between your legs all over again.

“Fuck, Mari…”

“Tu puta boca perfecta…(Your perfect fucking mouth…)”

“Such a good girl, a perfect fucking girl. Bet you love this, don’t you, mi zorrita? Love sucking my cock and makin’ me feel so good.”

“Gonna come — oh fuck, sweet girl, gonna let me come down your throat? Let me see you swallow it all, Mari baby?”

Your name leaves his lips in a breathless moan, his come shooting in thick ropes and spilling onto your tongue as he finishes. Lifting your head off of him, you show off the pool of it on your tongue before swallowing it and giggling as he quickly pulls you up for a sloppy kiss.

At the stroke of midnight, the two of you are treading water in your pool, only illuminated by the bulb string lights running across the pool deck. The water is warm from the sunlight simmering over it all day, the perfect bath temperature surrounding your bare bodies as you mess around. Evading Joel’s arms, teasing him as you swim away before he corners you, a satisfied smirk on his face when he stalks up to you and towers over you, tilting your head back with a dripping wet hand. He leans down to kiss you deeply, stealing the air from your lungs with its delicate intensity.

The light bounces off the surface of the water, reflecting in his eyes as you hold his gaze and silence falls over the two of you for a handful of heartbeats.

He speaks in a hushed voice as if any louder would shatter the moment, “M’gonna marry you. Gonna give you whatever kind of life you want — a house, babies, I’d move across the world with you if you wanted. Middle of nowhere. Whatever you want, Mari.”

A smile grows on your face, droplets littering your face as you match his volume, “The only life I want is one with yours.”

It’s morning on a Saturday and you’re rushing around the kitchen, sloshing coffee in your half-full mug and waiting for your toast to pop out. You have only about twenty minutes until you had promised to meet Joel and Sarah at his truck in his driveway, the time counting pressuring you, especially considering you’re still wearing your pajamas and have a bad case of bedhead.

There’s a brief moment to breathe as you take your finished toast out of the toaster and stand in front of the island to butter it, reaching for the jam as your mom walks in from the living room. You glance up at her before continuing your task, passing her a greeting that she returns while refilling her coffee mug.

“Oh, sweetie, I’ve been meaning to ask you about something.” Your mom turns toward you, leaning back against the counter. Your stomach flips at the statement, nerves at the ready to start to hear something along the lines of ‘So you and Joel…’ But that doesn’t come; instead, your mom continues with a different line of questioning. “You know Sherri’s son that was about a year older than you all throughout school?”

“Um, yeah, I think so. Isn’t his name Ollie?”

“Well, he goes by Oliver now, according to his mother, but yeah that’s him.”

Another look is exchanged when you glance up at her, picking up a piece of your quick breakfast and taking a bite. You speak with a mouthful, “Okay, so what about Oliver?”

There’s a look that your mother has given you over the years of being her daughter. It’s a smile, but not any old smile that she gives out willy-nilly. No, this is a smile for specific situations. When she really wants you to hear her out, to do what she’s suggesting — if you can even call it that. Most of the times she’s used it on you, it’s left you no choice but to follow through on what she wanted.

The look on her face is exactly that right now.

Along with that persuasive face, she stands from her place at the counter, striding over to you and resting a hand on your shoulder while she looks you in the eyes.

“Well, sweetie, you have been home for nearly the entire summer and I haven’t seen you with anyone but your college friends a couple of times or Joel and Sarah. And I mean, they’re lovely people, but you probably shouldn’t be spending your entire free time with a nearly ten-year-old girl and her dad…”

Inside, you find yourself flipping straight to anger, ready to defend those two with your life, to defend your actions by telling your mother everything. How Joel isn’t only Sarah’s dad, how he’s the man you’re in love with and have been in love with for the last few years. How Sarah isn’t your ten-year-old next-door neighbor, how she isn’t only a little girl you nannied for a summer. She’s a light in your life, a wonderful addition that you’ve received on top of your love for Joel. Sarah’s become like — like a daughter to you.

All of these words die in your throat, fearing the outcome — disappointment, possibly resentment from Joel, and confusion and likely anger from your parents for keeping such a secret. Instead, you continue to listen to your mother’s request.

“I was talking to Sherri about you, and she said that Oliver moved back from Chicago to Austin this summer, about a month ago, and he’s been looking for some people his age to hang out with — is that what y’all young people call it now? Basically, she said he’s been looking for a girlfriend. I thought, knowing he’s a sweet boy, that maybe you would be interested in meeting up with him?”

“Uh—um, I don’t—” you ramble, feeling your cheeks heat up in the scramble for a legitimate excuse.

“I mean, you don’t have to say anything now. But I got his number from Sherri so I’ve got it if you want to reach out to him. She said she chatted to Ollie—I mean, Oliver, and he said he remembered you and would absolutely be interested in gettin’ reacquainted.”

That same smile paints your mom’s face, tilting you in the direction of simply agreeing to get her to stop. But then your mind flashes you an image of Joel, laying next to him a few nights ago in bed with his boyish grin, giddy like a schoolgirl when you casually said ‘I love you’ to him before going to sleep. That is what you’re thinking of when you address your mother again, a smile of your own on your face from imagining your man.

“I’ll think about it, Mom,” you say, a flat out lie to appease her. You finish up your breakfast and down the rest of your now lukewarm coffee, rushing around her to the basement door leading to your studio. The answer is enough to satiate your mother, her returning with her filled coffee mug to the living room and leaving you to finish your mad dash to get ready for the day.

“Sorry, sorry, sorry! I woke up late and then I was trying to eat breakfast quick and my mom came in and was trying to talk to me and I still had to get ready—” you ramble as you rush across your yard to Joel’s driveway where he is awaiting next to his truck with Sarah already seatbelted in the back row. Joel holds his hands up and laughs, interrupting your train of explanation.

“Woah, woah, slow down, Mariposa. You’re like a minute late, we’ll still make it on time.” He nods to the truck, leading you around to the passenger side and opening the door for you, lending a hand for you to get up. While Joel rounds the front of the car again, you turn around in your seat after belting yourself in, smiling at Sarah.

“Hey, sweet pea. Excited about your softball game?”

“Hi, Posey! I’m excited, but also I know that Daddy’s gonna get annoyed about something the umpire does or the other team, so I’m sure he’ll get yelled at again.” Your head snaps to Joel when he climbs in, guilt all over his face as he cringes. The engine rumbles to life as it turns over, and the three of you start the drive across town to the tournament fields.

You shake your head and roll your eyes, turning back to Sarah. “Don’t worry about him today, I’ll keep him in line so y’all can have one game without him gettin’ too competitive for you all. You just have fun with your teammates and do your best.”

“Hey, I always want her to jus’ do her best. And I want the other team and the umps to do their best and not make poor calls or crappy plays.”

Sarah laughs at your playful back and forth, the two of you resigning the conversation to listen to the radio. Joel reaches across to take your hand in his, resting them both in your lap while the breeze from the open windows blows your hair around.

Before you know it, Joel is pulling into a parking spot at a park district site, the screams and laughter of children melding with the clink of metal bats and soft thuds of softballs landing in leather gloves. It pulls you back to your childhood, endless summer weekends spent across the state of Texas for your younger brother’s baseball tournaments.

Sarah whips off her seatbelt and scurries out of the car, running across the grass to meet her teammates at the dugout of their assigned field. Joel chuckles to himself and shakes his head, cutting the engine and turning to you.

“Ready to witness some riveting sportsmanship?”

“Well, from what Sarah said, I think I’ll have to keep an eye on you for your sportsmanship. Are you really one of those dads?” You lift an eyebrow, a smirk held back on your face.

“Maybe…”

With a shake of your head, you reach over and pat his thigh, warning him, “Be a good boy, and we’ll get some ice cream after. Deal?”

His thigh tenses under your touch, a quiet puff of a sigh leaving his parted lips. He shakes himself out of the daze, licking his lips and holding your eyes, “Do I get something else if I’m a good boy?”

“Maybe…” You throw his response back at him, peeling your hand from his leg with a satisfied smirk, and climb out of the truck to follow him toward the bleachers. Joel makes a detour to drop Sarah’s bag at the dugout, wishing her luck while you send her a wave from the seating area.

Climbing up a few rows, you shoot a friendly smile to the other parents there, all of them giving you a curious look. Settling on the bench, you rest your hands on either side of you, gripping the bleacher out of anxiety. The sun is beating down on you this afternoon, but it is nothing compared to the scorching stares you can feel from everyone around you, especially the mothers. A cool relief only comes when Joel makes his way over, stopping halfway up to you to chat with a couple that greet him cheerfully. You watch the umpires prepare the field, popping the rubber bases into place. The next moment, you hear your name called, following the sound to see Joel waving you over with a grin.

Carefully climbing down, Joel reaches out a hand when you’re close, helping you down to stand on the aluminum beam in front of him.

Introducing you to the couple seated in front of you, you share a smile with them while Joel’s hand rests on your waist, “This is Adam and Maria, they’re the parents of Sarah’s friend, Katie. Adam and Maria, this is my partner…”

You tune out the rest of the quick introduction when Joel uses your name, feeling a flip of your stomach when he drops the title so nonchalantly. You haven’t heard him say anything but ‘girlfriend’ in a lighthearted manner to Sarah or Tommy, and this feels way different. The word is definite, solid, and much more committed than the flippant terminology.

Getting out of your distraction, you make light small talk with Adam and Maria before Joel excuses the two of you as the game is about to start. He follows you up to the same spot you were holding before, sitting down next to you and tuning into the game immediately. Nothing more is said about how he introduced you, the tiny, one-word difference saying much more to you than any explanation could.

As Sarah’s team takes the field, Joel raises his hands and claps loudly, calling out encouragement, “Let’s go, Comets! Y’all got this!”

Sarah’s positioned at third base, with an ideal view of her from where you’re at on the bleachers. The game’s start is delayed from a change in the other team’s lineup being sorted, the pause in the fanfare causing Joel to turn to you and wrap his arm around your lower back. Wordlessly, he leans in for a chaste kiss, smiling sweetly when he pulls away and pushes his sunglasses back down on his nose.

“Didn’t get to give you a kiss when I first saw you.”

Instead of responding, you lean into his side when the umps break from the circle with the two head coaches and both of your focuses turn to the field with the first batter up.

It’s a fairly standard game until the top of the fifth inning. The field umpire called a batter safe at third after Sarah tagged her first, Joel standing up immediately and gesturing wildly as he yelled toward the field.

“What are you blind, ump? She clearly landed the tag before number twelve’s foot was on the bag. I could see it clear as day from here and I’m way older than you are, kid!”

The umpire crosses his arms, giving Joel a warning look as he strides over. Sarah stands at her base, shifting her weight back and forth uncomfortably as the girl running the bases gives her a glare. You can tell Sarah’s turning into herself, the unwanted attention making her second-guess in the moment. Every young girl has been there before, and it makes your stomach turn knowing the feeling she’s having.

“Sir, I’d appreciate it if you keep your thoughts to yourself and take them up with the head coach at the end of the game. We’re all trying to play a fun and fair game, and I’m calling everything how I see it.” The umpire stands at the fence in front of the bleachers, projecting his voice up to Joel. He can’t be any older than nineteen years old, likely a college kid with a summer job. And definitely not one that pays enough to fight with a man like Joel.

“Calling ‘em how you ‘em? You really must not have great eyesight then, son, ‘cause that was a horrible call. I’ve got reading glasses in my car, d’you think you need ‘em?” The last line gets a few laughs from surrounding parents, and one glance over to Sarah again and you see her talking to her coach, shoulders slumped and arms limp. Her face tells you she’s asking for something, a gesture toward her father standing on the bleachers.

“Sir, if you keep this up, I’m going to have to eject you from the field area.”

Reaching up next to you, you wrap your fingers around Joel’s wrist and tug harshly enough to draw his attention. One look into his eyes with a subtle glare — invisible to most bystanders but communicating everything it needs to in the moment to Joel. He resigns with a sigh, waving his hand up in understanding as he takes his seat again.

Speaking only loud enough for him to hear, you give him a playful pinch and roll your eyes, “We’re leavin’ if you pull shit like that again, ‘cause you’re mortifying your daughter and it’s not a good look to be kicked out of your kid’s little league softball game, J.”

He rolls his eyes in return, the reprimand getting him riled up again, “But that was such a bullshit call, Mari. I couldn’t let the ump—“

“You can and you will. Sarah’s here to have fun, and you’re here to watch her have fun. If she gets serious about wanting to play softball and wants to join a league outside of the park district, have at it arguing with umpires and coaches. Cause you’ll be surrounded with other parents doin’ the same shit.”

“And how d’you know that?”

“I was a witness to the dramas of travel baseball for, like, seven years of my life. Dragged to tournaments for Chris every weekend over the summer. And saw plenty of dads like you.”

Joel laughs and shakes his head, leaning closer to speak low in your ear, “Sweetheart, I don’t think there’s a dad out there who’s like me…At least I hope there isn’t, ‘cause then what’s my appeal to you?”

You snort out a quiet laugh, shoving him away lightly before jesting, “Convenience. Barely had to walk fifty feet to find a hot dad. Didn’t need to prowl the baseball games anymore.”

“Convenience? Is that all it was?” He fakes shock and disappointment, a slow shake of his head until he breaks out into a cheeky grin, “Should’ve moved sooner.”

“Well, not that much earlier, manther.”

“Manther? Enlighten me, Mari.” Joel gives you a curious stare while his arm makes its way around your back again, resting at your lower side next to your ass.

“The male equivalent of a cougar. You’re a manther.” Beaming up at him, you laugh as he pinches your side, acting offended all the while he presses a kiss to the side of your head.

“Only for you, Mari baby, only for you.”

The Comets, Sarah’s team, won the game 6-4. To celebrate, the team agreed to meet at the Tastee-Freez nearby to hang out and get some ice cream. The drive there was filled with Sarah and Joel recapping her plays, and a strong scold from the younger Miller about the older’s argument. You kept to yourself, smiling along with the jokes shot between them, sitting back to admire the two of them.

You never could have expected this kind of life with them when you saw their small family moving in from your front living room window.

Joel reaches over, takes your hand, and links your fingers together with a soft squeeze. When you turn to him, attention focusing away the road in front of you while the truck rolls to a stop at the red light, Joel meets your eyes with a tender look. His mouth lifts at the corners, pursing his lips as he brings your hands up to kiss the back of yours. The small gesture and the glint in his eyes fill your chest with a warm rush of syrupy ooze, enough heat to spread to the rest of your body and between your ribs, and leave you with tingling nerves.

The parking lot is packed when you arrive, Joel opting to park along the side of the road in the mix of grass and gravel. Hopping out of the car, Joel is quick to get around and take your hand again, pressing his lips to the top of your head as the pair of you walk behind Sarah up to the snaking line filled with her teammates and their families.

“Remember our first date here?” Joel inquires, tilting his head with a growing smile.

Chuckling, you nod and reciprocate his smile, “How could I forget? You got a butterscotch-dipped cone, weirdo.”

“Hey, if I remember correctly, you’re the one who polished off my cone and I took yours. So quit knockin’ the butterscotch dip, Mari,” Joel’s voice is dripping with nostalgia, the date you two had two years ago feeling like a lifetime ago. While the line moves forward, you lean back against his chest, and his hands find your sides, skating up and down along the fabric of your sundress. In front of you, you reach out and rest your hands on Sarah’s shoulders, smiling when she leans back into your touch. Her tiny frame sways drowsily in your arms, one of your hands reaching up to play with her curls gently.

“Feelin’ tired, Sare Bear?” Your chin tucks into your neck to look down at her and she looks up, nodding slowly and stretching her arms in front of her. Reaching your arms around her shoulders, you hold her comfortably against her chest, the three of you in a tight-knit row in line. “Well, you’ll get a sugar high from the ice cream and then you can crash at home after you hang with your friends. You just give us the word and we’ll head home, yeah?”

Joel orders for the three of you at the front of the line, refusing your offer to pay and shooing you off to find a spot to sit. Sarah eyes a table of her friends and you nudge her side, nodding and telling her to go sit with them, “I’ll survive with your dad myself, I promise.”

Sarah giggles and jogs off, leaving you to find a spot at a small table for you and Joel. He drops off Sarah’s sundae to her before he makes his way over to you, handing off your chocolate-dipped twist while he keeps his butterscotch cone. It’s always easy conversation for the two of you, discussing plans for the next morning about when to leave to take Sarah to the aquarium and what to do for dinner when you’re home.

Things are simple. Reminiscing on old memories while making new ones, watching Sarah laugh and smile with her friends.

“So, what are you gonna do when she’s a teenager?” You inquire, taking your attention away from Sarah’s posse and focusing back on Joel.

“What am I gonna do? I think you mean what are we gonna do? I’m gonna need all the help I can get, and well, you’re the one who’s been a teenage girl before.” He gestures to your cone with his, and you reach it out to switch with him. Continuing to snack on his vanilla and butterscotch, the two of you talk about what you were like as a teenager and what you think Sarah will be like.

Before you know it, your cones are completely gone and you’re left with a pile of sticky paper napkins. Sarah walks over, plopping down next to Joel on the bench of the picnic table. The three of you chat for a bit longer before heading back to the car, en route to home for the evening.

Sarah’s tucked upstairs in bed, Joel’s sock-covered feet bouncing down the stairs that you hear from your place in the kitchen, finishing up your wipe-down from cleaning up dinner. Joel plops down on the couch as you walk back into the living room, greeting you with a sleepy smile and an arm-lifted to invite you in.

Happily, you cuddle into his side, giggling quietly as he pepper kisses across your profile while you flick on the TV. Mindlessly channel searching, you’re reminded of the conversation with your mother from this morning, and remember how you wanted to tell Joel all about it.

Sitting up and turning to him, you laugh quietly as you start to recollect, “Guess what I forgot to tell you this morning?”

“Hm, what, baby?” Joel answers, trailing his fingers along the bare skin exposed from your camisole.

“My mom came into the kitchen as I was makin’ breakfast and she told me about this kid, well, I guess he’s not a kid anymore, but anyways, this kid from high school that was a year older than me and is my mom’s friend’s son. And she was saying how good he’s doing, how he just moved back here from Chicago and is looking for people to hang out with, and then she gave me this look — oh my god, if you could see this look she does, it’s like she’ll completely shatter if you don’t do what she’s asking of you — and she tells me that she got his number. For me,” you guffaw, shaking your head before continuing, “And I mean, that look, I just couldn’t say no and so I told her I would think about it—”

“You would think about it?” Joel interrupts, sitting up straighter and brow knitting together as his voice grows half a decibel louder.

You squirm in your seat, cringing at the harshness in his voice and inching away to look him in the eyes, “Um, yeah. I mean I couldn’t just come right out and say ‘no’, she would ask me a million questions why.”

“Okay? And?” Joel removes his arm from around your shoulder and tilts his head in disbelief, exhaling out a laugh as he shakes his head.

“And what, Joel? Was I just supposed to tell my mother about us?”

“Well, no, but you could have said somethin’, Mari. That’s not very fair to me—”

“What would you have wanted me to say? You aren’t ready, Joel, or at least that’s what you said, and I have been more than willing to wait but I know my mom and I know she would have picked up on something if I said no.”

“What am I supposed to think when you’re telling me this, too? Like it’s some joke, ‘Ha ha. Isn’t so great and funny my mom tried to set me up with some other guy?’ That’s not funny to me.”

“Oh my god, are you serious right now? It’s not like we’re a joke to me, I just thought it would have been a little bit of a chuckle for us. I don’t want anyone else, Joel, and I thought you would have known that by now. If anything, I should be the one feeling some type of way about having to lie to my mom about my relationship status cause you don’t want to tell them yet.”

“I’m sorry I don’t have the capacity to deal with your parents right now, I’ve got my own business to run and my daughter to take care of and you've got your own shit—”

“Don’t. Don’t even start with that, Joel. You’ve had the same business and daughter for the last two years and you’re still not ready when I’ve fully committed myself to you and been as vulnerable as I possibly can with you. I am trying really fucking hard to get better for you, going to therapy and possibly starting medication. I don’t know what else would make you feel ready. Us being married? We kind of need to tell them before that point. And also, you seem more than ready to tell everyone else in the world. Your daughter knows, your brother knows, random parents at Sarah’s softball game know. Why can’t I share you with the people in my life?”

Joel groans and leans his head back, reaching his hands up to press the heels of his palms against his eyes. You can’t help but roll your eyes, standing up and crossing your arms over your chest as you look down at him on the couch. After a moment of silence, he drops his hands and opens his eyes, looking up at you with a dead stare.

“I can’t do this anymore. Not right now.”

“And when are we supposed to do it?”

“I don’t know, Mari! I. Don’t. Know. But I do know that I can’t do it right now, and I don’t want to do all this right now.”

“Oh, so everything in our relationship is operating on the basis of ‘when you’re ready’.”

“Quit bein’ ugly, this isn’t like us.”

“It doesn’t feel like it right now. I don’t know what else you need to be ready to be fully a part of my life, Joel. We're always going to have shit going on, life is never going to get to a perfect place.”

“Mariposa, I love you, but I don’t want to do this right now. I’m going to bed.” Joel shakes his head to himself again, pushing up from the couch and rounding the coffee table. He brushes against you, hand bracing on your side while he gets past you and heads up the stairs, leaving you in the dark.

Only the glow of the television illuminates the room, tightness in your chest as you glance around the otherwise empty room. Tears fill your eyes, a trembling hand reaching for the remote to turn off the screen and the sound, punishing yourself in the lonely silence for a few minutes before tiptoeing up the stairs. At his open doorway, you tentatively linger within the threshold, Joel’s form slumped on his side but adjusting its position and breathing unsteady — still awake.

Without a sound, he sees you standing there before he lifts the covers, a normally welcoming invitation with a smile and a ‘C’mere, Mari baby.’ Instead, you walk on eggshells to the bed, slipping under the covers before he drops them on top of you, his arm tucking against his side. When you open your mouth to speak, he rolls over, back facing you. As you fall asleep, you study his broad shoulders and the curls at the nape of his neck, itching to reach out and touch him, show him your care, tell him about your love. Apologize for everything, promise to continue the seemingly endless wait until he’s ready. But you tell yourself you have to stand your ground on this and just discuss everything later like he wants.

Later. Always later.

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sidneycarter · 25 days

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love the idea that post The Situation thomas is just increasingly obtuse when it comes to jimmy's feelings.

so when one day mrs hughes mentions in passing at how much easier it is to handle james now he's settled down, thomas is incredibly confused. and a little bit heartbroken too of course.

it gets even stranger when on valentine's day alfred sulkily asks jimmy how many cards he's sent that year and jimmy merely shrugs and smirks. mrs patmore chastises them for gossiping and announces that surely, jimmy's only got one to be sending.

then one night, most of the staff are enjoying a rare night off in the pub. as usual, a host of pretty girls surround jimmy, and one particularly brave one asks jimmy if he's got any plans on one of his half days. jimmy throws her a cheeky wink and says "sorry, darling, but i'm spoken for."

thomas starts feeling really rather hurt. he's known all along that this would happen eventually - that jimmy would eventually move on and find a nice village lass, but it still stings to hear it. somehow, it hurts even more knowing that clearly jimmy has fallen for someone but he hasn't even told thomas.

thomas puts on a brave face and elbows daisy in the side. "d'ya hear that? jimmy's kept that quiet 'asn't he?"

daisy looks at him with a frown and cocks her head to the side. "well, not really--" but before she can say anything else she's swept up into the rowdy conversation of the table.

a few weeks later, thomas and jimmy are alone in the servants hall, with thomas reading the paper in his rocking chair and jimmy tapping out melodies on the piano. the tune he's playing is sweet and gentle, and thomas finds himself swaying his head along. as the song draws to a close, a gentle round of applause sounds from the doorway.

baxter stands smiling. "let me call you sweetheart is one of my favourites. it was beautiful, jimmy."

jimmy blushes prettily and stands, closing the piano lid. "thank you, mrs baxter. good night."

after he's gone from the room, baxter enters to fill herself a glass of water. she smiles fondly at thomas. "he's so smitten you know. head over heels." she rolls her eyes affectionately.

it takes months until thomas finally figures out the truth of what's going on. well, to say he figures it out is somewhat generous.

he's in the servants hall again, this time feeling a little despondent with a cup of tea. jimmy had gone to the pictures with alfred of all people, their friendship seemingly improved since jimmy's given up on chasing ivy's skirt. thomas is resolutely not waiting up to make sure jimmy gets home safe. anna is the only other person still up, and she sits opposite thomas stitching one of lady mary's hemlines in companionable silence.

thomas dwells on his own thoughts for a while, until anna rests her sewing on the table and fixes him with a worried look. "are you quite alright, mr barrow?"

"hm? oh, yes anna, i'm very well thank you." he takes a sip of his tea to hide his moue.

anna looks unconvinced. "thomas," she says seriously, "is it-- have you and jimmy had a falling out?"

that genuinely surprises thomas. for all his worry and sadness over jimmy's as yet unknown love interest, they'd never fallen out. "no, no, of course not. he's just busy, that's all, which is to be expected now he's, you know," thomas waves his cup vaguely in the air, "courting the mystery lady."

anna chokes on a laugh. "the mystery lady?"

"yes. he's-- he's courting someone, isn't he? everyone keeps saying that he's... or suggesting that he's taken with someone." Thomas adds somewhat bitterly, "seems quite serious if you ask me. not that he's told me anything about it of course."

anna stops giggling and looks at him oddly. "thomas you-- you can't mean--"

"-- do you know who she is, anna?" thomas interrupts a little desperately. he's becoming tired of it all and he just wants to know-- how bad it is, for how long he's going to have to tend to his broken heart.

"thomas. thomas, jimmy's sweetheart is-- well, it's you."

"me?" thomas has a brief, sickening memory of his feelings before, and how miss o'brien toyed with them so badly. but he knows in his gut, that anna would never, and could never do that. he knows she's being honest, as confusing and terrifying as the statement may be.

"yes." anna smiles. "he's like a little puppy when he's with you. surely you've noticed? he gazes at you with stars in his eyes. he wants to do everything you do, and it seems like every other conversation is all about what you've been telling him this week. he only ever plays love songs on the piano when you're in the room. he laughs at all your jokes and he's not even glanced in the direction of a girl since last year." anna shakes her head. "i thought you knew and were just letting him get used to it."

"no i didn't -- i didn't know, i thought," thomas can feel himself blushing, "i don't know what i thought."

anna stands with a stifled yawn. "you make each other very happy. if you really didn't know, i think you ought to talk to him. good night, mr barrow."

"good night anna. and thank you."

thomas is left in the still and quiet of the room, watching the steam spiral up from his cup. a private and hopeful smile spreads across his face. yes, he thinks, nodding his head, perhaps we should talk.

#thommy #thomas barrow #jimmy kent #downton abbey #sorry what even is this #this is completely unproofread written in one sitting in lapslock #my apologies #thank u to freya for listening to me rant about this concept before telling me to actually write it out #just them being cute #them being in love #im so obsessed with the idea of jimmy being obsessed #like totally head over heels smitten down BAD for thomas #and thomas being like :))) we are friends now and i am happy with this situation i will never ask for any more #obviously he's hiding his neverending jimmy feels #but he's just :))) that theyre in cahoots now #meanwhile jimmy is like #crumbling because he's so in love #and everyone else around them is like ummmmmm could u be more obvious #like we're not even shocked anymore #0 people are surprised #fic #im tagging this fic but idk why because it isnt really its wordvom

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lunefuforu · 9 months

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I've been making a long list of funfacts I've came up with for my lackaocs, I decided that I may as well share these publicly now tho just so you guys can get to know them better.

It's a lotta word vomit so be prepared for that lmao

I will be continuing to add more over time whenever I think of new things, or if anyone has any suggestions that I like enough to add n make canon. If you have questions then shoot me an ask to my inbox.

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Gale: Trans and Bisexual

Matilda: Bisexual

Marie: Trans and Asexual Demiromantic

Tony: Gay

Riley: Pansexual Demiromantic

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Gale 6'0

Matilda 5'8

Marie 5'11

Dot 2'9

Tony 6'0

Riley 7'2

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Gale's voiceclaim: John Mulaney

Matilda's voiceclaim: Jessica Rabbit

Dot's voiceclaim: Shirley Temple

Riley's voiceclaim: Geoff Castellucci

Marie's voiceclaim: Jennifer Tilly

Tony's voiceclaim: Aizawa Shouta [English]

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Gale's nicknames for the others;

Matilda: May, May dear, Darling, Love, My Beloved, Honey, Sweetheart, Belle, Muffin, Sugarplum, Baby, Babe, Beautiful, Amour

Riley: Big guy, Buddy, Bud, Cousin, Sully

Marie: No nicknames for her, he just calls her Marie. Or Ms. Brooke formally.

Antonio: Tony (casually, most of the time), Antonio (formally, usually), and Mr. Brooke (more formality). Though sometimes he may call him Sheik.

Dorothy: Dot, Sweetie, Peanut, Button, Princess

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Matilda's nicknames for the others;

Gale: Darling, Honey, Babe, Baby

Antonio: Tony, Old man, Menace (these are of endearment)

Marie: Angel Eyes, Daisy

Dorothy: Dot, Small one, Sweet pea

Riley: Big one, Brooder, Dove

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Marie's nicknames for the others;

Matilda: Hilda, Dear, Blossom, Sister

Antonio: Tony, Dear, Dimples, Daffodil, Brother

Dorothy: Dot, Dear, Sweetheart, Rosebud, Babydoll, My Angel, Little lamb, Ladybug

Gale: Gale (most of the time), Mr. Wolfgang (formally), Dear, Smiles, Sunflower

Riley: Riley (most of the time), Mr. Sullivan (formally), Dear, Honey, Wallflower

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Tony's nicknames for the others;

Matilda: Tilly, Matty, Baby sister, Sourpuss, Bitsy

Marie: MarMar, Lil sister, Sunshine, Angel Face

Dorothy: Dot, Dotty, Kiddo, Shortie, Little one, Thumbelina

Gale: Wolfgang, Bright eyes, Wonder boy, Screwball

Riley: Sullivan, Big man, Mac, Chap, Goliath

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Riley's nicknames for the others;

Gale: Cousin, Little man

Matilda: No nicknames for her, he just calls her Matilda. Or Mrs. Wolfgang formally.

Antonio: Tony (casually, usually), Antonio (formally, most of the time), and Mr. Brooke (more formality)

Marie: No nicknames for her, he just calls her Marie. Or Ms. Brooke formally. Though sometimes he calls her Ma'am.

Dorothy: Dot, Little one, Sweetheart, Pumpkin, Precious

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Gale is that malewife ken-coded husband to his wife he will do anything for.

Matilda is the girlboss wife, she wants to become a detective, though it's very difficult. Sometimes she has to do dirty work in order to get what she wants.

Gale may or may not be willing to do the same, though not in the way Matilda does it. She does things methodically and quietly. Taking advantage of word, minds and weaknesses.

Gale on the other hand, does things more hands-on. He's worked on railroads for many years before his current journalist job, so he's extremely physically fit.

On off days, the pair like to dance together, while Gale sings to his wife. It brings her immense joy.

Matilda has many plants, she's not a gardener like her sister, but she shares a similar green thumb interest. Though hers are more towards ferns, ficus, and other such greens than flowery plants.

Gale and his cousin Riley don't talk much, Riley still wonders why Gale left all of a sudden because Gale never gave a reason why. But Gale does mail to him, and well as to his mother, who is sick in a hospital. Gale's father left a long time ago.

Matilda, Marie, and Tony's parents are both still alive and around, just two old folks living peacefully at home.

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Marie will give you a flower nickname once she gets to know you well. Being a florist, she just loves flower symbolism.

She also calls everyone dear on default. She has that sweet motherly energy to her that warms the heart.

Despite how unconditionally sweet she is, if she senses any of her loved ones are in danger, she will use physical force if necessary. She is far from a pushover.

She's lactose intolerant, but she still can't help but consume dairy products sometimes.

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Because Tony feels indifferent to words, he's more of an "action speak louder than words" kind of guy. You want to impress him? Show him, don't tell him, otherwise he doesn't give a damn. You want him to know how much you like him? "I love you" isn't going to cut it on a first date, how is he supposed to know how genuine you are? You absolutely despise him? Attack him. He doesn't care about your mean little words, you better show him how much you hate him.

He has a knack for ice skating and ballet, two skills that were crammed into him when he was younger, but he doesn't mind them that much. Though he likes his piano skill more.

Because of his knowledge on medical procedures when he was working to become a surgeon before quitting, he is a great help if you need some assistance fast but don't want or can't afford a hospital. Just don't tell anyone because he doesn't technically have a medical license.

Tony has hyperopia (farsightedness), meaning things up close are blurry for him. Which is why he has glasses, but usually he doesn't need to wear them all the time doing regular stuff, he mainly uses them for work so he can see what he's doing precisely and clearly.

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People often mistake Riley for being scary because he's big and doesn't talk much if not at all, but in actuality he is just socially inept and would rather give you a pat on the back than punch you in the face.

If he's at a party, a place with a lot of people mingling, he would not talk at all. Complete silence. All you would get from him are nods, headshakes, facial expressions, and grunts.

The bigger the crowd the less he speaks.

The only exception of this is if he's on the job. Lots of people could be around or in a burning building, but he still has to give orders, call out to victims, etc.

He has a pet dove named Petunia.

Since Riley lives up north, his fur is usually always very fluffy all the time, especially during the winter. If he goes down south and stays for a while, he's going to shed a LOT. Expect clumps of fur in shower drains.

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(I got bored one day and decided to plan out Dot's future so yea)

After 18 years pass from 1927 into 1945, when Dot is 23, she begins her career as a singer/musician. She plays several popular genres at the time throughout the 40s, like country, jazz, etc. Trying to find her footing. She has a few song that are received really well, but nothing big. Yet.

Years pass and it's 1954, rockabilly starts and is growing. Dot is 32 at this point and she goes into rockabilly which evolves into rock and roll and Dot evolves with it, that's when she started to become a big hit. She specializes in rock music, becoming one of the most popular female singers, even at age 50 in 1972 she's putting on shows and cameoing with other singers/bands. She's not one who retires as she ages, she wants to make music til the day she dies.

Until at age 61, 1983, she has a big vocal chord injury which stops her from singing for some years, something she was warned about in her 50s after she experienced some vocal strain back then. Though despite the damage done to her voice, 7 years later after some rest and surgery, age 68 in 1990, she come back to record some more original songs and features in others, but less bombastic and more mellow since her voice was a bit deeper and raspy. Which was a good move since she couldn't sing rock anymore, and her new voice went well with the genre shift.

She did so for 10 years until her voice forced her to quit singing altogether age 78, 2000. Though she didn't stop playing guitar, her main instrument of choice since she was young, making a few instrumental tracks and cameoing in other songs, until her death in 2008 at age 86. Playing music until the end just like she wanted to.After 18 years pass from 1927 into 1945, when Dot is 23, she begins her career as a singer/musician. She plays several popular genres at the time throughout the 40s, like country, jazz, etc. Trying to find her footing. She has a few song that are received really well, but nothing big. Yet.

Years pass and it's 1954, rockabilly starts and is growing. Dot is 32 at this point and she goes into rockabilly, which evolves into rock and roll, and Dot evolves with it. That's when she started to become a big hit. She specializes in rock music, becoming one of the most popular female singers, even at age 50 in 1972 she's putting on shows and cameoing with other singers/bands. She's not one who retires as she ages, she wants to make music til the day she dies.

Until at age 61, 1983, she has a big vocal chord injury which stops her from singing for some years, something she was warned about in her 50s after she experienced some vocal strain back then. But she did still make music with her guitar, her main instrument of choice since she was young, like instrumental tracks and cameoing in other songs. Just because she couldn't sing didn't mean she couldn't still make music.

Though despite the damage done to her voice, 7 years later after some rest and surgery, age 68 in 1990, she come back to record some more original songs and features in others, but less bombastic and more mellow since her voice was a bit deeper and raspy. Which was a good move since she couldn't sing rock anymore, and her new voice went well with the genre shift.

She did so for 10 years until her voice forced her to quit singing altogether age 78, 2000. Though she just went back to what she did when she lost her voice last time, making instrumental tracks and cameos. Until her death in 2008 at age 86, playing music to the end just like she wanted.

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I started to like Marie and Walter the drummer getting together. Marie doesn't mind being on the sidelines she just wants a happy quiet life, then there's this guy who is always on the sidelines ignored all the time. I imagined Marie giving him flowers, making him feel special, but also helping him feel content in being an average joe that's not caught up in a lotta things. I just think it's pretty cute

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Just like his cousin, Gale is also good with kids! But not in the way Riley does it. Riley is tender and nurturing, Gale is fun and silly. But that doesn't mean he's irresponsible, he wouldn't go give a child a knife. In fact, someday in the future, Gale and Matilda become parents. The amount of children they have are unknown yet since I haven't decided.

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Like it says in Gale's bio, he is partially deaf. It's his left ear that cannot hear anything at all, the most would probably be faint muffling if you get up real close to it, but that's weird so don't do that.

He's had several instances where people mistake him for being completely deaf in both ears, sometimes it caused some people to scream directly in his face, thinking that if they are loud enough he could hear. He's had to correct that he can hear you loud and clear from his right ear, right after it stops ringing-

Sometimes they think they can say whatever they want as clear as day right next to him. It got awkward when Gale turned to look at them.

Sometimes he's even had a couple cases of people mistaking him for being blind, not deaf. Those were very awkward instances.

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Riley doesn't respect cops. He despises people who take advantage of their position of power. Considering his own job and what he's lost and the many other things he's witnessed on the job, it's no brainer.

Riley still lives in Rochester Minnesota, he can't uproot his job to leave. If he's ever downstate, he's just visiting his cousin, but he won't stay.

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If you recall that one short comic where Mitzi was getting pictures of Mordecai with her camera, then commented on his baggy clothes to get a silly pic of him, she also mentioned getting him some fitted clothes. Well, I had an idea that Tony was actually the tailor that made Mordecai his new fitted and symmetrical clothing. I presume this was back in 1920-1921 cuz that's the years Mordecai worked with lackadaisy, making him 21-22 at the time. Tony was 24-25 at that time, and already had a tailor shop going, he started it when he was only 18. Risky move starting his own business as a young man, but it paid off because he made a name for himself with his work. That's why he was recommended to Mordecai, and ever since then Mordecai goes to him for his tailor needs.

Also if you look at Tony's design, he's pretty symmetrical, which I think would give Mordecai a lil incisive to trust him with the clothing lmao

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[TW HEAVY HEALTH STUFF ABOUT GALE'S MOM]

The sickness that is debilitating Gale's mom to have to live in a hospital for 24 hour care is cancer. The doctors don't predict she'll live much longer. She was diagnosed a year before Gale left the state, after years of feeling weak and unable to do most tasks. Gale wishes he could be by her side, but he can't go back. He's made mistakes.

The moment at the beginning of the guardians of the galaxy movie where Peter doesn't take his mom's hand then runs away, I imagine it went down like that for Gale. After a year of her being in the hospital, and the day after Gale makes his big mistake, he goes to see his mom one last time. She reaches out to him, asking him to take her hand. Time feels like it moves slow, Gale has so many thoughts going through his mind. The pain he feels looking at her is immense, the look in his eyes says it all…if he takes her hand, he'll never want to let her go. He runs the other way, running out of the hospital, then fleeing the state.

That inspired this doodle here

A big part of Gale is he's trying to run away from the past, run away from pain, running forever and ever. He does things for his wife to help her dreams, but also because he's convinced himself this is just how it's meant to be for him. He's a man stuck in the past and doesn't believe he deserves a second chance. He doesn't want that on to his family, which is why he ran out the hospital, and why he never told Riley he left until after he was already gone. Riley actually had to track him down himself. The letters Gale sent to him and his mother were not sent through mail but by more secret means, so his address were never on the letters. And it's also why he's never told Matilda what he does for her, she doesn't know a thing he does. She is only aware of her deeds, and she doesn't want to tell him about them because she wants to protect him (even though he is aware), but she's unaware he's doing much worse things than she is doing.

Gale's a good man in his heart, at his core. But he doesn't think that. He believes his kindness is an act to hide what he really does, even though he truly is kind, he just thinks he's acting.

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The Brooke siblings do love their parents and their parents aren't bad people per say, but they do have personal issues they've never worked on that do strain their relationship with their kids sometimes because the parents are not aware of their own problems and how they're acting it out. (But even if it's pointed out, they ignore it or flat out deny it.) Especially to Tony, being the eldest he's been dealt the brunt of it. If it's something not directed towards him, he makes it directed towards him so his little sisters don't deal with it. Their family is complicated, it's not all black and white on who's the bad guy and who's the good guy. It's just parents who have repressed issues from their past that they are too stubborn on getting help for. Which is another reason why Tony deals with it the most, because he's the oldest, they want him to lead an example.

Just a lil more deeper explanation on why Tony is so laid-back and unphased by things, as said in his character bio.

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Tony was the first one Marie came out to, when she was little. She told him she wanted him to call her Marie, and he did so no questions asked.

Marie's softness back then was more of a timid soft than her current kind yet firm softness, so she was too quiet and scared to stand up for herself. But if she got bullied, Tony would scare them away. Matilda although youngest, would do the same, though her threats were more visceral than Tony's which made her scarier than Tony to some.

As Marie aged she learned to be more stern and unyielding, but she kept her gentle nature, believing she doesn't have to be mean to be strong.

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Because of Tony's experience in medical practices and sewing/knitting, he's skilled with sharp objects, as mentioned in his bio. He's very quick with them, so quick that he could thwip a needle straight at your throat, puncturing an artery, without you even processing what just happened. He likes too keep needles in his pockets just in case, plus they're easier to hide than a gun tbh, not just cuz he's skilled with em.

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Gale is very skilled with a large hammer because of his previous railroad job.

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Thinking about Gale's backstory, I'm gonna change up his attitude when he disposes of someone.

I used to have him be like "I'll do anything for my wife I will get her anything she wants by any means necessary" and then kindly kill someone like yor does in spy x family "May I take your life?" But thinking more on it, he wouldn't really be like that tbh-

Again like I mentioned some messages above, he thinks he is a bad person so he thinks it's in his nature, even though it's not. Deep down he feels guilt, but masks it by believing he deserves it.

SO he would only dispose of someone if they are an actual threat to his wife, not just like- some guy who declined a deal she proposed. He'll just try to convice them to change their mind, sometimes using scare tactics if it calls for it, but not with the intent to kill. And even when he does kill someone he is vocally apologetic to them.

Mind you he's still a "I love my wife I will do anything for her" but now with less mindless following and more of a morale and motivations lmao

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The situation to cause Gale to leave the north without a word was a train accident that he believes to be his fault since there was no indication given it to be otherwise at the time, which scared him so much on going to jail and how the situation would affect his family that he left in a panic. Little does he know there was ulterior motives behind the accident, and he was just a scapegoat since he was a railroad worker at the time. The work he did had been tampered with, but he just thinks he did the work wrong.

Gale is very new at this whole "running from the law" thing since he's never really done anything wrong, which means of course there are slip ups in his attempts. Like he hasn't changed his name, that's the first thing you do when you wanna hide is get a new name, but he didn't like the thought of abandoning a name given to him by his mother. The second is the letters he sends to his mom and cousin. He does his best to keep them a secret through his sending strategies, but sending a letter at all is not hiding yourself well. It just goes to show that ultimately he has no idea what he's doing at all despite how secretive he can come across.

Luckily for him the state ruled it an accident so he has no part in the statement, though investigations are still being looked in to since some investigators believe foul play. Even some not-so-savory people want it to be looked in to, since that train contained some important not-so-savory passengers that perished. At that might catch up to Gale, whether he likes it or not. Not to mention his wife who is working to become an investigator herself, who has a very keen eye on things and probes questions very diligently, he can't really keep secrets forever.

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As stated above, Dot will grow up to mainly be a guitarist and singer, but she does have an appreciation for drummers too because of her mom's partner being a drummer himself. Also she started playing guitar when she was 12 years old.

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Since Riley design changed so much I'd like to update that he is no longer 6'10 tall he is now 7'2 tall, and I will be editing that to the height list at the top. Totally not a nod to him being a werewolf noooo

The bracelet Riley wears is a nod to his girlfriend's color scheme (his gf is a friend's oc)

btw if you notice that I gave Riley an earring as well. In the 1920s it was mainly just sailors that wore [an] earring[s] if it were a man. Sailors believed that if their bodies were recovered at sea the person finding them could take the earring as payment for a proper burial, or they were used as a status symbol for sailing around the globe or just being out at sea for a long time in general. The great lakes in north america are considered "inland seas" and Riley lives in Minnesota. So yea Riley used to be a sailor

He hadn't sailed for too long, just his teens and a bit of early adulthood too. He joined the fire department at age 22, but he still knows his way around a boat, been out sometimes for leisure rather than work now. In fact, he probably would have stayed being a full time sailor in the great lakes if he never experienced his parents perishing in a house fire, that's what gave him the drive. He's had a fascination for the fireman job growing up, but never really thought of it as something he'd do til that happened.

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miasmaghoul · 1 year

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Miasmaaaaa darling, do you have any recommendations on fics for a fellow enjoyer of ghouls?

Loves and kisses,

An enamored anon too shy to send from main

No need to hide, sweetheart. I only bite upon request. 💜

But yes, I have many recs! Mostly smut, but I see nothing wrong with that. Though please do keep in mind that I am into what could probably be called "the weird shit." There's all kinds of pairings (mostly ghouls) and content here. Of course, it goes without saying that you should ALWAYS check tags before reading anything. Below the cut because I can't make anything short!

@st-danger - Literally everything Saint has ever written is 10000/10. Their fics have given me at least four new kinks so far and countless orgasms, and no I am not shy about admitting that (you're welcome Saint). You can't miss with any of their work, but if I had to cherry pick I'd give you Metamorphose, Pinned Wings, Uphold with a Righteous Hand and the entire forcedfem series that starts with Let Your Eyes Delight in My Ways. But I mean it when I say you can't go wrong with a Saint piece.

@anotherghoul666 - Another person responsible for giving me new kinks and orgasms (thank you, Hukka). Their works are immersive, filled with world building and character study. Recommend everything, once again, but cherry picking This Could All Be Yours, Make My Blood Rush (Slow Down), Drought or Euphoria and A Loosened Heart (Corrodes the Shield). No smut in that last one, but some incredible hurt/comfort.

@streamghoul - Stream is insane and unhinged and incredibly talented. I cannot WAIT to get to know them better because D A M N. Recommend Floodwaters of Phlegethon, let no one lust for martyrdom, Whiplash and Epiphany (that one is Copia/Mary Goore).

@iamthecomet - Comet is rad and sweet as candy and you should read her entire ficlet collection right now because hhhhhh. Also Step by Errant Step, Bend My Desire and Astraphobia! And of course Born Under a Troubled Sign because who am I if not a member of the Unholy Trinity?

@kroas-adtam - Gotta complete the Trinity! I don't really have to tell you to read Death of Peace of Mind, do I? Also Water is Wet because spite is delicious.

@waywardsamaritan - They're pretty new here, but they're AMAZING. I read their first fic ever (!!), when i get my hands on you, and I still REFUSE to believe it was their first. It's SO good. All of their stuff is incredible, but it's a power trip sent me to another dimension.

@feralghxuls - They have some of the most unique ghoul headcanons I've come across, and they're great reads. Highly recommend Unholy is the Lust in Your Eyes, To the Hunter from the Prey, You'd Never Want It To Be Over and Devoured by Shadows.

@ratballet - They get a special shoutout because paper armor (Copia/Dew) was the first Ghost fic I ever read and what eventually led me to dive headfirst into fandom again! Also a huge fan of new sensations, sweet temptations, sweeter if you stay and aftershow.

The same place I learned to give in and Thunder only happens when it's raining by @ohvegeta - Incredibly good, special pieces of writing, these. Love them both very much.

There Is Beauty In The Way of Things by @ghostinthewires - Not smut, but it's gorgeous and everyone should read it.

Unholy Trinity by @forlorn-crows - Crow I know we only really talk about Mountain but I am SICK over this big boy sandwich fyi.

Butterfly Garden by @youhaveahomeinmyheart - Eli also writes some great smut, but like...I can't NOT recommend the only fic that has ever almost made me cry.

The Shining and The Light by @mibo-nin - This one gets regular re-reads for a reason.

Obviously by @shelterforananimal - Bro. BRO. Soft and sweet and SO hot.

Weekend Warriors by LifeasanNPC - This person only wrote a single piece of Ghost fic and I honestly think it may be one of the best out there. Full stop.

There ya go, an incomplete but extended list of recs! Hope you can find something to suit your fancy!

#miasma says #fic recs #i love all of these people whether they like it or not >:)

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newtonsheffield · 2 years

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Ok but what is rockstar Anthony like when he finally gets to squire Kate around Rome as her boyfriend? How big does he go??

Wait… Kate and Anthony are going back to rome? But this time they’ll be openly in love with each other???!!!

Oh Do you mean when Mary invites him on her birthday holiday? And Anthony can't stop reminding people.

"Sophie, have you remembered thatI'm unavailable next week? I'm going on a family holiday."

"Mum, remember I can't make any appearances next week. I'm going on a family holiday with kate's family."

And Violet sighed, "Yes, Sweetheart. We've all remembered that Kate's Mum invited you on their holiday. Yes it's a very big step in your relationship. Yes, I'm very happy for you Darling."

Anthony had been startled, when he'd been sitting in Mary Sharma's living room, Kate's head in his lap, his fingers in her hair, barely listening as they went through their travel plans. Really he'd just been enjoying being in Kate's presence, enjoyed being welcomed into Mary's home.

"I assume you and Anthony will share, and then Edwina and I can as well."

Anthony's head had shot up at the mention of his name, his heart leaping. "Sorry, what am I sharing with Kate?"

Mary had blinked back at him as Kate's fingers had twisted in his shirt "A... hotel room... when we go to Italy?"

Anthony's stomach lurched excitedly, but he shook his head anyway. "No, No, This is for you guys to enjoy as a family and-"

"You're part of our family, Anthony." Mary had said gently interrupting him. "You might have shared a few too many details of my daughter's private life with the world, but you're one of us now."

"You're busy though." Kate said gently, her eyes guarded as she stared up at him, her fingers in his hair now. "So I get if you can't come, or don't want to."

It had settled on his shoulders, that he'd been let into this family, tears pricking at his eyes. "You're ridiculous, I'm cancelling everything! Now, ladies, we need to talk restaurants!"

He'd been bouncing with excitement ever since. Excited to go back to the city where he'd realised he was in love with Kate. Where he'd stood in front of the fountain and wished desperately that she would fall in love with him. That she would see him for something other than what everyone else did. But more than wanting to be openly in love with Kate, to stand next to her in pictures and press his lips against hers to taste the gelato on her tongue just like he'd wanted to last time: Mary and Edwina were Kate's very people. No one meant more to her than they did and he was sure if he could make them happy, Kate would be happy. He knew she would be.

"So, Anthony, what's up next for you?" The interviewer was looking curiously at him while they wrapped up the interview. "Headed away for more promo?"

"Mmm nope!" He couldn't keep the smile off his face as he leaned back in his chair. "Me and my girl are going away with her family for her Mum's birthday! Super excited! It's gonna be GREAT!"

The interviewer blinked back at him. "You're... going on holiday with your girlfriend's family? And you're excited about this?"

"Ahhh absolutely! Shout out to Mrs Sharma! She's a legend!"

"Man, this is way different than the last time we interviewed I have to say."

"Love, Man! Romantic epiphanies are dope!"

And sure maybe it was a little enthusiastic to call the airline and upgrade everyone to first class, and maybe it was too much to upgrade the hotel to suites, but he didn't care. Because when he saw Kate standing in the sunshine, laughing with her arms around her mother and sister, he fell in love all over again.

And his heart pounded in his chest as he raced forward, ladened down by bags.

"Okay! Ladies! Big smiles, like we're shooting the cover of vogue please!"

"No one smiles in vogue, Annie Leibovitz." Edwina said dryly.

"I am not going to apologise for buying her book! It was very helpful, Edwina, You all look amazing right now!" Anthony rolled his eyes, climbing up the steps to get a better angle. "Especially you, Katie! You're beautiful and I love you!"

"Thanks, babe!"

"Kate, your boyfriend is absolutely ridiculous. How could you actually let him leave the hotel in those birkenstocks? Don't you dress people for a living." Edwina sighed and really, it should have bothered him.

But it didn't. Not when Mary sighed. "Edwina, be nice to Anthony. we all know you're actually friends with him, and he's sweet." She paused for a moment before she turned towards him, "You could tone it down a little though, Anthony."

And it definitely didn't bother him when Kate's eyes caught with his. "He's a bit ridiculous, I think I'll have to marry him one day. And I'm actually kind of into the birks and shorts, he's got legs for days."

It took everything in him not to burst out screaming.

#like a hurricane #kathony #anthony x kate #kate sharma #kate sheffield #anthony bridgerton #sharma family feels #mary sharma #edwina sharma #molly’s asks and answers

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blackhakumen · 1 year

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Mini Fanfic #1090: Video Calling Mom (King of Fighters)

12:54 p.m. at Borgard's Residence's Living Room.......

The words "Incoming Call" appears on a blue laptop's screen. As a hand reach and press down the mouse pad to answer the call, a small square begins to pop up of a woman in long, brown hair waving 'hello' with a bright smile on her face.

????: Hiiiii honey!~

Shingo: (Happily Waves Back at the Woman on Screen) Hi mom!~ it's been so long since I've seen you. How have you been?

Ms. Yabuki: I've been doing well so far. Relaxing, getting out the house to shop and see friends, missing my three, darling angels to pieces almost everyday, rinse and repeat. Ooh! (Ducks Down to Get Something From the Left Side of the Foot of a Chair She's Sitting on) Speaking of shopping, I was at the mall yesterday and stumbling upon this cute thing~ (Shows Shingo a Plushie of Himself Wearing his Old School Uniform)

Shingo: ('Gasps') No way! I have plushies of myself selling around your area!?

Ms. Yabuki: (Happily Nodded) Yep-Yep!~ I got from Build-A-Fighter Workshop. They sell all the well known fighters from that KOF tournament you'd always go to. In fact, words has it that you just so happens to become a fan favorite. Even more so than Shizuka and Saisyuu-San's boy~

Shingo: (Almost at a Loss For Words) ................I never thought I will ever happy to have my own marketable plushies up until now.

Kula: (Walks into the Room) Hey, Shingo, whatcha doin-(Gasps Loudly at the Sight of althea Shingo Plushie on his Laptop Screen) Oh my goooosh!~ (Quickly Makes her Way to the Sofa and Sits Next to Shingo) Is that a mini plushie of you!?~

Rock: (Walks into the Room Along with K Behind Him to Take a Look at the Plushie on Screen) It looks cute.

K': (Gives Shingo a Bit of a Teasing Smirk) And less obnoxious than the original.

Shingo: (Gives K' a Deadpinned Look on his Face) Gee, thanks, K'.

Mary: (Walks in the Room and Smacks K' Upside the Back of his Head) Quit being rude. (Gives Shingo a Reassuring Smile) Ignore him, kiddo, you're a sweetheart to be around.

Shingo: (Smiles Brightly) Thanks, Ms.Mary!

Kula: Yeah, Shingo, you're way more sweet and fun than Mr. Lazybone behind you!

K': Better being lazy than being a energetic brat like you.

Kula: blows a Raspberry at K' while white haired boy points two middle fingers at her up and down.

Rock: ('Sigh') Knock it off already, two......

Mary: Seriously........

Ms. Yabuki: (Giggles Softly) Oho my!~ Are these are the lovely friends you told so much about, Shingo honey?

Shingo: (Smiles Sheepishly) More or less, yeah.....(Turns to the Gang Besides and Behind Him) Hey, guys!

Everyone stops bantering to one another as they give Shingo his attention.

Shingo: (Presenting Everyone to his Mother) I'd like to finally introduce you to the beautiful saint of a woman who gave me and my sister life, my mom!

Ms. Yabuki: (Giggles Softly While Blushing and Playfully Waving Off) Oh dear~

Shingo: And mom, allow me to introduce you to my lovely friends! Kula Diamond.

Kula: [Happily Waves at Mrs. Yabuki on Screen) Hiiiii!~

Shingo: Rock Howard Bogard.

Rock: (Smiles Softly at the Screen) Pleased to meet you.

Shingo: K' Dash.

K': 'Sup.

Shingo: And another beautiful saint who's willing to put up with our shenanigans for longest time now: Blue Mary!

Mary: (Starts Blushing a Bit While Smiling a Little and Moving the Front of her Hair Back) Honestly, Shingo, I'm not THAT much of a saint.....Still, it's nice to finally meet you, Mrs. Yabuki. (Happily Bows to Shingo's Mother)

Ms. Yabuki: (Smiles Brightly) Likewise!~ (Clasps her Hands Together) I cannot thank you all enough for looking after my precious, baby boy in Southtown.

Shingo: (Starts Blushing in Embarrassment) Mooooom.....We talked about this. I'm not a little kid anymore......

Ms. Yabuki: I know we did, sweetie. (Uses the Edge of her Knuckles to Wipe a Few Tears Away From her Eyes) But it's so hard for mothers, such as myself, to accept that fact completely.

Mary: (Let's Out an Exhausted Sigh) Girl, I know the feeling! (Walks Over to Rock and Hugs Him) Our babies are growing up too fast....

Rock:: (Puts on a Deadpinned Look on his Face Before Sighing Again) You too, Mary?

Mary: (Pouts at her Rocky) Yes, me too! I helped your dad raised you since you were a little tyke and now here you are getting older as the years goes by and it's too freaking fast! I hate it!

Rock: Well, that's how life and reality works! Neither of us can change how fast time flies no how much either of us want to. (Smiles Softly) But even that won't change the fact that you're one of the most important people in my life.

Mary: (Heart Begins to Melt in Pure Happiness) Rocky......You're important to me too~ Always~ (Gives Rock a Kiss on the Cheek)

Shingo/Kula: AWWWWWW~

Ms. Yabuki: So precious~

K: Too cutesy for my liking.

Mary: Awww K'~ Are you feeling left out in the Hugfest already?~

K': (Scoffs While Crossing his Arms) Yeah, like I'd ever wanted to be involved in some hug-!? (Immediately Gets Pulled into Mary and Rock's Hug Before Sighing) fest.

Rock: (Smirks Playfully) Admit it. You're loving this right now.

K': (Rolls his Eyes) Well, it's not inherently the worse thing in the world-

Kula: GROUP HUGS!~ (Happily Joins in on the Hugfest Along with Shingo)

K': .......But you people are pushing it.

Kula: Oh don't be such a sour puss. Group Hugs are the best.

K': Yeah, for losers maybe.

Shingo: (Smirks Teasingly) Well, I don't see you trying to break free~

Kula: (Starts Giggling Softly) Which makes you a loser too!~

K': ('Tch') Please. I'm way more cooler than all of you in this room combined.

Rock: Even Terry?

K': ESPECIALLY Terry.

Mary: Yeah, right!

Kula: Get real!

Shingo: He's the Legendary Wolf for a reason, you know!?

Mrs. Yabuki giggles softly at the group's back and forth banter until a doorbell is heard in the house.

Mary: Huh. Looks like we got company.

K': Someone get the door.

Everyone: Not it!

K': (Puts on a Sly Smirk) Not it.

Rock: You did that on purpose, didn't you?

K': Yep. Now, get off, losers.

Everyone else groans and reluctantly breaks up the group hug as K' makes his way to the door.

K': (Opens the Door) Welcome to the Losers residence, with the expectation of yours truly.

Rock: (From the Room) Delusion will get you nowhere!

Leona: (Standing in Front of the Doorway as She Casually Crosses her Arms) K' Dash. Good to see you're still as blunt as always.

K': (Shrugs) Yeah, well, being around these dorks almost everyday will do that to ya. What brings you here?

Leona: I was given a free time to myself from the colonel, for the rest of the day and decided to spend the rest of it with you guys, if you're not too busy that is.

K': Nah. (Points at the Room Behind Him) We're not doing much either, except meeting Shingo's mom for the first time.

Leona: Wait......(Lowers Her Arms as Her Eyes Slowly Begins to Widened in Fear at the Realization) Shingo-Kun's mother is here!?

K': (Rubbing the Back of his Head Back and Forth) I mean, I wouldn't say she's here's physically if that's what you're worried about. We're only talking to her on video chat. (Turns Back to Leona as He Raises an Eyebrow) What are you doing?

Leona: (Straightens Up her Hair and Tidying the Clothes She's Wearing in a Bit of a Panicked State) H-How do I look? Decent? Above average? (Turbs Back to K') Remotely presentable!?

K': Relax, Heidern Jr., you look fine enough as it is.

Leona: Are you sure? I-I can run back and change of-

K': ('Sigh') Would you quit your worrying already? Of course, I'm sure. Have I ever been dishonest to you? On second thought, don't answer that.

Shingo: (Makes his Way to the Doorway) Hey, K', mom's about to tell us a story about- (Gasps Before Smiling at a Familiar Face in Front of Him) Leona-san!~

Leona: (Shyly Waves Hello to her Boyfriend With a Small Smile) H-Hi darling. I hope you've been doing well.

Shingo: (Smiles Brightly) I'm doing great today. What about you?

Leona: I-

K': Your homegirl here is getting cold feet over meeting your mom.

Leona: (Glares at Comrade) K'!

K': Hey, don't try and hide it now. It's way too obvious to ignore.

Leona: Well, y-yeah! But- (Catches K' Raising an Eyebrow at Her Again and Shingo's Now Worried Look on hie Face Before Sighing in Defeat) Nevermind. You speak the truth....

K': ('Hmph') Damn right I do. I'm the only non loser here after all.

Shingo: (Gives K' a Deadpinned Look on his Face) You're still going on about that?

K': (Starts Walking Back to the Room) Yeeeuuuup. And I ain't gonna stop either.

Shingo: Of course you won't. (Turns Bacl to his Girlfriend) Are you okay?

Leona: (Nodded To Shingo) I am. It's....just my nerves getting the better of me is all.

Shingo: Hey, trust me, I get it. I'm still nervous just thinking about meeting your dad one of these days in the future.

Leona: (Gives her Boyfriend the Cutest Pout Imaginable) Shingooooo!

Shingo: (Quickly Smiles Sheepishly) Sorry, sorry! I know you already told over and over again to not worry, but it's kinda hard not to when you got reminded to meet him in a month or two.

Leona: ('Sigh') I, again, apologize for that. (Scowls at the Thought of What Happened That Evening) It seems one of my superiors doesn't know the concept of keeping it to himself.....

Shingo: (Chuckles Lightly) Yeah, but it was bound to happen sooner or later, so it's no harm done. mostly. (Gently Grab Hold of Leona's Hands) Hey there's no need to worry. My mom is one of the most sweetest person in the wholewide world, there's no way she would think badly of you.

Leona: Even if my confidence will begin to crack?

Shingo: ESPECIALLY when your confidence starts cracking. You are dating her nervous wreck of a son after all~ (Playfully Winks at Leona)

Leona: (Giggles Softly) I am~ And I love him very much.

Shingo: I love you too~ (Gives Leona a Kiss on the Forehead)

?????: Shingo honey?

The couple turns around to see the gang coming towards the doorway, with Kula holding Shingo's laptop, having it and Mrs. Yabuki face towards her own son.

Ms. Yabuki: Is everything alright over her- (Suddenly Notices a Blue Haired Girl Standing Next to Shingo) Oh. Hello, dear. Who might you be?

Shingo: Mom, I'd like to introduce you to Leona Heidern, my girlfriend.

Leona: (Properly Bows to Shingo's Mother) Pleased to meet you, ma'am.

Ms. Yabuki: (Eyes Begins to Widened in Genuine Surprise as She Coves her Mouth) You are his girlfriend? (Eyes Begins to Tear Up) My baby boi?

Shingo: (Eyes Widened in Fear) Oh no.

Leona: Y-Yes. We've been together for quite a while now.

Kula: (Smiles Brightly) Four months to be exact!~

Mrs. Yabuki: Four months!? You moved here, made new friends, and got yourself a job at a coffee shop, and NOW here you are getting yourself a girlfriend for FOUR MONTHS!? Why are you growing up so fahahaahaaaaast!~ (Burst Out Crying)

Shingo: ('Sigh') And there it is......My mom, ladies and gentlemen.

Leona: (Giggles Softly) She seems to love her baby boi very much~

Shingo: (Rolls his Eyes) That she does. To an overbearing sense.....

Rock: (Starts Nodding to Shingo) I feel your pain, brother.

Mary: (Pouts at Rock Beside Him) Oh come on. I'm not THAT overbearing-

Rock: I learned how to rode a motorcycle for the first time with Terry teaching me yesterday.

Mary: (Slowly Turns to Rock With a Surprised Look on her Face as Her Eyes Begins to Tear Up as Well) R-Really?

Rock: Yep. Even got my license and everything. (Shows Mary his Official Motorcycle License)

Mary: MY BABY BOYYYYY!~ (Immediately Pulls Rock Into Another Hug as She Bursts Out Crying)

Rock: See? Same pain.

K': (Smirking the Whole Time) Admit it. You two love being Mommas' Boys.

Rock/Shingo: Shut up.

Ms. Yabuki: Leona, dear?

Leona: Yes, ma'am?

Ms. Yabuki: ('Sniff') I know this is too much to ask, but.....('Sniff') Would you mind hugging my only son for me please? ('Sniff') The very thought of him being far away from me aches my heart ever so~

Shingo: ('Sigh') Mom, it's not that big of a deal. We'll see each other again. Eventually...... And hopefully.

Ms. Yabuki: (Eyes Starts Watering Up Again) I hope so......

Leona: (Giggles Once More) I got you covered, Mrs. Yabuki. (Gives Shingo a Loving Hug) I've been wanting to hug him all day today, in fact~

Kula: (Givesthe Laptop to K' Before Joining in on the Shingo Hugfest) Me too!~ We love you, Shingo~

Shingo: (Let's Out Another Sigh Before Smiling Again) Love you guys too.

@thelexhex

@tamrinthian

@cyber-wildcat

@albion-93

@caleb13frede

#king of fighters #shingo yabuki #rock howard #k'#kula diamond #blue mary #leona heidern #shingo's mom #video calls #sweet family moment #cute romance #humor #lots of fuff #shingo x leona #mother's month #edited

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chocoenvy · 2 years

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After rereading some of ur works I wonder how would Mari from the council of gods au world react to visiting the god in the darling x tsaritsa x reader world... I can think of it going like

Mari: Ok we're gonna be visiting an old friend that i have not talked to in some time

Imp: Why?

Mari: It would be nice for u to know the other gods as well

Arte/ Imp: Ok

Mari: but sweetheart you might want to stay here

Puppet: but why?

Mari: Well uuuuhhmmm..... their... uuuhhhh.....

Arte: R rated?

Mari: Yes! whatever that is

Puppet: …oh, ok

*teleports to the other world*

Mari: Morgana there's someone I'd like yo to mee-

Darling flirting with the tsaritsa: Mari your here? i though you were kidding when u said u were coming

Mari: Now i remember why i stopped talking to you and you know what we already finished what we cam here

Arte and Imp: *summons phone* hey Siri how to get amnesia successfully

-porcelain anon

im a bitch for this series oh my god, i highkey forgot about it but i love it

ALSO NAMING DARLING MORGANA???????????? HELLO??????????

Arte is like "hell yeah you got good tastes." bc tsaritsa simps (or arte could be a tartaglia simp, depends on what you're most into)

I'm still frothing at the mouth at the name morgana- I'm gonna call them Darling still so I don't go full gay panic

MORGANA AND MARI BEING RELATED OR SMTH OR CHILDHOOD FRIENDS SHUT UP IDK AND CALLING EACH OTHER MARI AND MORI OH MY GOD-

and then mari sees reader and is like "the fuck is that"

"We found them on the side of the road :)"

So.... since Imp and Arte were also isekai'd do you think they'd be like "we like this thing." and befriend reader

I think Arte would vibe more with Darling and Mari while Imp would vibe with the Puppet and reader. Also Emi (soft au) would probably vibe with them.

I'm thinkin aloud rn but I think Emi would be kinda outcasted cause they vibe more with Imp and the puppet and the reader, but they don't necessarily feel connected. Cause it's like the popular kid trying to befriend the quiet kid. It can work out but it's hella awkward.

anyways I'll get back on topic

Darling is fucking insane, we been knew, that's probably why Mari stopped associating with them. Darling and Mari are the oldest, all of the other iterations have had something disasterous happen to them, killing them and rebirthing them into another world. Meanwhile, Mari and Darling have never had anything like that happen to them.

Mari, though, remained sane, surprisingly. Perhaps it was because of the puppet they didn't go insane, or perhaps the puppet was the result of cutting ties with Darling. Because Darling is batshit and toxic as fuck. Mari cut them off when they realized this, but still found it important to inform them of the current state of the other gods.

After all, upsetting Darling is never a good idea.

At this point im just making all these readers ocs-

But Darling is absolutely interested in everyone, but Imp is fucking horrified of them. Due to them being from imposter au, they do not have a good correlation to a big powerful and mean god.

Imp absolutely hates Darling. Hides behind whoever they can and look at them with big watery eyes as though any second their gonna jump out at them. Which, knowing Darling, they probably would.

And Darling finds this hilarious. However due to the fact that Imp and the puppet (who had a similar experience to Imp) were fast friends, Mari started to see Imp as a child of theirs (even more than they already did)

So basically Mari and Mori be fightingngngngg

and if i make Tsaritsa jealous of all the attention Darling is giving them? What then? jealous tsaritsa feeds my soul <3

now what if i were to shove piece of shit (vampire) reader into this? Piece of shit reader that befriends Emi Arte and the puppet to try and get out of the cage Darling has trapped them in.

Piece of shit reader seeing how vulnerable and scared Imp is and not giving a shit, threatening them and blaming the fact that they got out on Imp and/or the others.

Anything they can do to get out of trouble and get the hell out of Darling's and the Tsaritsa's grasp.

And Mari realizes there's no saving them. Those mfs crazy man

this makes no sense i'm sorry for going off again, this au just makes my brain rot at speeds unprecedented and I HAVE to write it down bc it's just so fun

#choco.asks #i really need to stop going off on such long tangents sakdfjlasdkfj #this au just fucking scratches my brain in such a nice way i can't stop myself from writing about it dkdjsalrkj #there's so much DRAMA too!! mari and darling breaking it apart once and for all even though they've known each other so long #arte seeing their beloved tsaritsa act out in ways they never thought seeing how far people will go for an all powerful god #understanding that they must rule carefully or they'll become just like them #im just a bitch for found families man #and then reader and emi and arte and imp all being from earth #memeing the fuck out of everything #DEEZ NUTZ JOKES GALORE OH MY GOD #which genshin player are you? Arte: the simp Emi: the teapot main Imp: the collector Reader: the addict #are they turning into ocs? yes. am i upset about it? yes.#save me from my own hell #i love how i completely forgot about council of gods and i got a singular ask about it and all of a sudden im writing a 20 page essay on it #it just reminds me of my story and ocs okay? found families my dude <33 THIS IS SO NICHE IM GONNA SHUT UP SKDAJFLASDJ

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Teach Me

virgin!jongho x experienced!female reader

Trigger warnings: religious trauma

Content warnings: oral (f receiving), unprotected sex (please wrap it up. unless you just really enjoy being a human twinkie, i can’t pass judgement there), pet names (sweetheart, baby, baby girl, darling), jongho has a daddy kink, hickeys, foul language (obviously). i think that’s everything.

Summary: your favorite church boy took you to dinner but the after party for two turns out to be more fun

Word count: 9194

A/N: y’all this is pure filth and i am ashamed of the person i became when i wrote this. also since when can i write a full 16 pages- anyways please feel free to reblog, follow, and give feedback! asks are open and so are dms! i’m trying to get this blog up and running before october so i can join in on kinktober and actually have people to read my stuff. be on the lookout for further updates <3

Smut below the cut

Choi Jongho. He was two years your junior and one of the sweetest guys you’d ever met. He was part of the praise band and regularly got solos in the choir when you were teens - rightfully so, the man had pipes. He even filled in when someone in the band was out since he had a wide range of musical talent. He was the type to help with all the tables and chairs after the church put on an event and he was the first to volunteer to head up to the attic to get out decorations.

He was also one of the most awkward men you’d ever seen. Girls tripped over themselves to get close to him but he wasn’t smooth in the slightest. He always looked intimidated when a girl approached him unless it was one of his friends. And when he approached a girl he liked, he was red as a tomato and digging his toe into the ground like a cartoon character falling in love.

It just so happened that you were the girl he had a crush on now. The two of you had worked together on the stage team during Vacation Bible School over the summer and your passion for the kids made him melt. He rarely approached you and when he did, it was to deliver some sort of praise after seeing you interact with the preschool kids.

So you were surprised when he approached you after Sunday School as everyone left the college classroom. He usually would stop you after you’d worked together with the preschoolers. Today though, he’d plucked up the courage to ask you on a date.

“Y/n!” He called as you made your way towards the sanctuary and you turned when you heard your name. “Hey. You’re singing today, right?” You smiled softly at his nervousness and nodded.

“Jongho, hi. Yeah, Mary’s sick so I’m filling in for her today. Are you singing today too?” He shook his head and you nodded slightly. “Ah, filling in for Christine then?”

“Yeah, she’s visiting family this weekend so David asked me to cover for her.” The two of you walked in relative silence, Jongho wanting to claw his eyes out over how embarrassed he felt with the lull in conversation. You enjoyed it though. He was a soothing presence and you didn’t mind not talking when he was around. It didn’t feel awkward to you. “So um…I-I was wondering if…would you wanna meet up for dinner sometime?”

His cheeks were blazing as he asked this. Your eyes widened a bit as you looked up at him, your own cheeks heating up a bit as well. You’d dated a bit in high school but after a string of bad relationships, you’d given up on it and decided to focus on school. Jongho was a sweetheart though and you doubted he’d be anything like your exes. You’d always wanted a church boy, if you were honest.

“Sure.” You smiled a little and bit your lip, watching as his blush worsened. “I’d like that.” You both entered the sanctuary and sat your things down in your usual spots. “You have my number from VBS right? Text me after service and we can work out the details.” You flashed another smile as you both headed up to the front of the room, Jongho setting up the piano.

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It was Friday night. It had been almost a week since Jongho had asked you out and you were currently stood in front of your bathroom mirror fretting over your hair. Eventually you gave up on doing something nice with it and pulled out your straightener.

It didn’t take you long to finish getting ready once your hair was done. You were back in front of your mirror, admiring your little black dress when your phone rang. You answered without looking at the name, already knowing it was Jongho since no one else ever called you. “Hello?”

“Hey. I’m outside.” He sounded extremely nervous and you couldn’t help but smile, stifling a soft giggle. “Are you ready? I can wait if not.” He added, worried he might’ve interrupted you.

“I just finished. Let me grab my things and put my shoes on and then I’ll be down.” You hummed and he gave a murmur of acknowledgement as you walked to your closet, pulling out black wedges with buckles all up the front. You pulled them on and grabbed your purse, heading out the door. “I’m heading down now. I’ll see you in a second.” His soft ‘bye’ met your ears just before the call ended as you got on the elevator. You lived on the fourth floor of your apartment building, no way were you gonna take the stairs in heels.

It was only two minutes but it felt like centuries before you laid eyes on him. He looked like he was about to choke when he saw you. Your black dress was a modest length, falling mid-thigh, but it had a plunging neckline that didn’t allow for you to wear a bra and mesh panels on the sides that showed off a small script tattoo on your rib cage. It was also form-fitting and the sleeves were pointless given they too were mesh. This dress was a far cry from anything he’d ever seen you in, given you always wore floral tunic tops with leggings or simple maxi dresses to church, and he felt his mouth go dry.

“Hi!” You smiled brightly, quickly but carefully making your way across the parking lot to him. He was propped against the back of his sleek black sedan, which appeared to be freshly washed for the occasion. “How are you?” You asked as you reached him, going in for a hug.

You seemed like a different person from the girl he met at church and he was even more intimidated, worrying he might not live up to your expectations. “I’m good, how about yourself?” He asked with a surprisingly steady voice as he wrapped his arms around your waist, his hands careful to stay planted on the middle of your back. You gave a generic answer as you pulled back, noticing how he took a moment to take you in again. “You look…different.” His eyes met yours and he gave a little smile. “I like it.”

You couldn’t help but giggle softly as you looked down at your feet. “Yeah, I guess I do look a little different. I wanted to look nice and I haven’t worn this in ages so I figured tonight would be the perfect excuse for it.” You looked him over, trying hard not to stare at his thick thighs before letting your eyes meet his again. “You look different too. I don’t think I’ve ever seen you in leather.” You teased and his ears went red.

He was in black boots and distressed gray jeans with a white tee tucked in. A black leather jacket adorned with a few decorative metal studs and a thin silver chain around his neck completed the look. What surprised you was the little bit of eyeshadow at the corners of his eyes and the fact that his hair was parted just left of center since he always kept his forehead covered and you’d never seen him in makeup. He looked fucking hot. “I wanted to try something a little different since I think you’ve only ever seen me in sweaters or baggy shirts. It’s not too much, is it?”

“Definitely not.” You grinned up at him. “I think we’ll be the hottest people there.” He almost choked again. You thought he was hot? He was gonna have a heart attack and meet his maker before the night was out.

“Well, I dunno about that one, I don’t think I’m on the same level as you.” He laughed nervously as he led you to the passenger seat and held the door open for you, waiting for you to get settled before he closed the door. He took a deep breath as he walked around the front of his car before getting in with a shy smile.

The car smelled like him. His scent lingered on every surface and it comforted you. It was a masculine floral scent and it almost made you feel high. The last guy you’d been on a date with smelled like desperation and bacon. Bacon was a wonderful scent, don’t misunderstand, but not when it was clinging to a person and mixing with nervous sweat, the kind that smelled worse because of stress, and cigarette breath.

The drive to the restaurant was filled with mindless chatter, some obscure rock band playing in the background. You didn’t see him as the type to like heavier music, he seemed like the type of guy who listened to whatever was popular at the time. You appreciated this about him though. You liked alternative music and this gave you something to talk about that wasn’t church.

Before long, he was parking at the restaurant and he stopped you when you went to open the door. “Let me.“ His smile made you melt and you instantly folded your hands in your lap to wait as he made his way to your door. He opened it and held out a hand for you, praying it wasn’t clammy when he realized he hadn’t wiped it on his jeans before holding it out.

You took his hand as you stood from the car, surprised by the gentle treatment. No man you’d dated in the past had been such a gentleman. It felt strange but you liked it. You offered a small smile as he closed the door but you didn’t release his hand as the both of you started towards the hostess stand.

He was certain you could feel his hand trembling by now. You could but you found it endearing. No one had ever been so affected by you and it was going to your head. You paid no attention as he spoke to the hostess. Even when you were being led to your table, your mind was wandering. Just how much did he like you for him to be so intimidated? It was cute.

It was your turn to blush when he pulled out your chair for you. He noticed this and gave a little smile. “You okay?” His voice was suddenly so sure. You were getting shy too so he didn’t feel like he would come off as some needy kid to you.

“Yeah.” You nodded and bit your lip as he sat across from you. “It’s just…you’re pulling out all the stops and being a perfect gentleman. No one has ever done that for me. No one has waited at the back of their car for me to come down, no one has opened a car door for me, and no one has pulled out my chair.”

As you explained, he seemed to grow irritated. “Well they’re all idiots. Every man should do that for their date. Women are clearly the superior sex, they should be treated as such.” He huffed and you giggled softly, shaking your head.

“It’s fine, Jongho. Really. They’re all in my past anyways. You’re the first guy I’ve gone on a date with in a couple years now because of how shitty those guys were.” His eyes widened slightly at your choice of words and it took you a moment to realize what you’d said. When you did, you immediately covered your mouth. He was a good boy. You were a good girl by societal standards but in the eyes of the church, you were a harlot with a filthy mouth. Or that’s how you’d be seen if you slipped up in front of fellow members of the congregation. “I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t-”

“Oh thank god.” He sighed and let out a little laugh, making your brow furrow in confusion. “I have a bit of a dirty mouth, I was worried I’d mess up and say something to upset you.” It was as if that was all he needed to relax.

“Oh.” You chuckled softly and looked down at the menu. “Yeah, I may seem like a good girl at church, but I’m really not. I drink on occasion, I’m bi, and I’ve had a string of shitty exes who would never set foot in a church or they’d burst into flames. I’ve got tattoos and piercings and, well, you can see how I dressed. Being the family disappointment is a full time job and I’m employee of the month.” You laughed in spite of yourself and he almost snorted.

“Ah, I guess I’m still a goody two shoes in your eyes then, huh? I’ve never dated, I don’t have any body modifications, I dress like a grandpa half the time - and the other half I kinda look like a bum.” You laughed at his description of himself and shook your head.

“No, you’re a good boy but I wouldn’t call you a goody two shoes. I’ve never met a goody two shoes who listened to obscure metal.” You teased, only pausing when the waitress came to take your drink orders and place a basket of rolls between you. You both ordered wine and you noticed her eyes lingering on you for a moment too long before she hurried off. “Did she just check me out?” You whispered as you looked back to him.

“I think she did.” He bit his lip as he watched her disappear into the kitchen before turning his attention back to you. “I can’t really blame her though. You look amazing.” Your cheeks flushed again and you smiled a little.

“Well, if she wants a turn then she’s gotta get in line.” You quipped as you picked up a roll, quickly taking a bite so you wouldn’t have to elaborate. He knew what you were here for, you didn’t want to spell it out that she’d have to wait her turn for a chance since you were currently out with him. Jongho followed your lead and it was quiet for a moment before he spoke up.

“So…a second ago you said you’re bi.” You nodded, biting your lip. No one in the church knew aside from your closest friends, who were all very similar to you in that they were almost different people outside of church. You were terrified to come out and religious guilt was the only reason you hadn’t been in a relationship with a woman. They’d shun you or see you as someone who needed to be prayed over and ‘fixed’. You really hoped Jongho didn’t want to run off after hearing that. It was selfish, you knew, but he was so sweet. “Would it be weird of me to ask what kind of girl you like? I mean, you said before that you’d dated a lot of awful guys, have you had any decent relationships with any women?”

You felt like you’d been punched in the gut. It wasn’t a bad feeling though. You’d gotten yourself so anxious and worked up at the thought he’d hate you for your sexuality but then he showed interest and wanted to know more about it. “O-oh. Um- I…” you paused and took a second to breathe. “I’m sorry, no one has ever asked me and I’ve got it in my head that it’s wrong and anyone who knows will shame me.” You flashed a little smile as you composed yourself, Jongho watching with concern. The church had really done a number on you, huh?

“Okay. So, physically I like more androgynous women who can do both. Think Ruby Rose. But it’s hard to settle on one type because all women are gorgeous. But in terms of personality, it’s the same for men and women. I just want someone who can make me laugh and will appreciate me for who I am. Meeting someone with the same views and beliefs as me is starting to become more important as I get older.”

He nodded along and offered a small smile as you finished. “I’m glad you felt comfortable telling me. I think the church has a lot of work to do in terms of acceptance, considering we’re taught to love everyone unconditionally but then a laundry list of conditions are placed on that love. That’s one thing I hate about every religious community. Yes, religion is a huge part of who I am and I know I have no right to criticize my fellow believers, but we’re taught tolerance and love instead of acceptance and love. I hate that so many people feel they can’t be who they are or even feel they don’t deserve to be allowed to join in. I’ve gotten some sideways glances from higher ups in the church for some of the charities and organizations I support because they help lgbt youth and teen parents. This sort of support should be encouraged considering our whole mission is to spread God’s love.”

You nodded along, your eyes getting misty as he spoke. You blinked back the tears and offered a tiny smile. “I think you said it perfectly.” You were going to fall in love with this man if he kept revealing things like this.

“You know, you’re the first person in the church outside of my close friend group that I’ve come out to. I’m so afraid of becoming a prayer request and having people think something is wrong with me. There’s a lot of guilt for religious lgbt people. I wish more people would react the way you just did.” You sighed, thanking the waitress as she brought your drinks and agreed to give you both a few more minutes to decide on food. “Also, thank you. On behalf of every one of my fellow gay kids, thank you. I was terrified the day my parents found out about my sexuality. I didn’t offer that information up, I was afraid they’d abandon me. I’m lucky enough to have a family that at least tolerates my sexuality and lifestyle choices even if they disagree on some fronts or are ignorant on others. A lot of these kids don’t have that. The world needs more people like you.”

You couldn’t stop yourself from reaching across the table to place your hand over his, feeling moved by everything he’d said. You noticed his cheeks grow rosy again before he could duck his head to hide it. He was so fucking adorable. “I just want to be the person I’d want in my life if I were one of those kids. Everyone deserves love and support.”

You nodded in agreement and slowly pulled your hand back as the waitress approached the table. She took your order and you felt her eyes on you as your attention turned back to your date. She was cute, there was no denying that, but you were far more interested in Jongho.

He was a beautiful man. He was slightly taller than you and well-built. You couldn’t help but wonder just how much muscle he was hiding under those clothes. Was he beautifully toned? Or did he have sculpted abs? What did his back look like? His legs were muscular but just how muscular did they look without the gray denim currently encasing them? You wanted to find out.

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Jongho flexed a bit when you wrapped your hand around his leather-clad bicep, leading him to the elevator in the lobby of your apartment building. The date had gone swimmingly and you’d invited him back to your place for drinks in order to prolong your time with him. He’d relaxed a lot after such a deep conversation and realizing you weren’t some uppity Christian girl. It was nice seeing him so calm and talkative, even if his cheeks were still a soft pink every time you made eye contact with him. Everything about the man was terribly endearing. You wanted to wrap him up in a fluffy blanket and protect him from the world so nothing ever hurt him.

“You know, I could’ve carried you up the stairs and we’d have gotten there faster.” He teased, both of you chuckling as you pressed the call button. You barely had to wait before the doors slid open and you stepped on with him. You leaned into him a bit as the elevator took you to the fourth floor and he tensed noticeably, causing you to smile to yourself. How cute.

“Thank you for accepting my offer.” Your voice was soft as you stepped off the elevator with him, walking the few yards to your front door. “I’ve had a great time and I wasn’t ready for the night to end.” You admitted as you opened the door and led him inside. You both kicked off your shoes and you hung your purse and keys on their respective hooks before heading to the kitchen, Jongho following like a puppy.

“Me too.” He flashed a shy smile and your heart melted. Could he get any more precious? “I’m glad I wasn’t the only one though. I was really worried that I wouldn’t be very fun to be around since I’m usually pretty quiet.” He murmured as he stood awkwardly beside the breakfast bar.

“You don’t have to be super outgoing to be a delight to be around, Jongho. You were the perfect gentleman tonight and I got to see a different side of you.” You hummed as you pulled out two glasses and a large bottle of wine. “Honestly, this is the best first date I’ve ever been on. I was able to relax and be myself after my little slip up. It was quite the icebreaker.” You giggled and motioned for him to follow you to the sofa in the living room. “Please, sit.”

He sat down immediately and you would’ve teased him for his obedience had you not been worried it would’ve freaked him out. You placed the glasses and the bottle on the coffee table before smiling at him. “Make yourself at home while I go slip into something more comfortable.”

He nodded, his cheeks tinted pink at your words. He’d heard that so many times in tv shows and movies and it always led to some sort of intimacy. He felt a bit guilty at the thought, at the mental image of you shedding your clothes and baring yourself to him, but he was still only a young man with a terribly high libido. He quickly pushed the thought away so he didn’t pop a boner sitting on your couch.

It didn’t take you long to change. You didn’t bother with washing your makeup off just yet, you simply shucked the dress and dropped your accessories on the top of your dresser before grabbing your pajamas. Well, they weren’t really pajamas, you’d worn these clothes out and about before. A pair of charcoal gray joggers that hung low on your hips and a white tank top with angel wings on the chest. You’d cropped it yourself and it was fraying around the bottom.

You rejoined him and he nearly choked again when he saw your bellybutton piercing. You noticed he’d taken his leather jacket off and draped it over the back of the sofa. He’d also poured both of you some wine, though his glass had less in it since he’d already been drinking. “Miss me?” You teased, trying to bring him back out of his shell since he was clamming up again.

“I’d be a fool not to.” He chuckled as he handed you a glass. You took it with a grin, taking a gulp the second it was to your lips. “I must say, it’s surprising just how good something so simple as loungewear can look on you.”

That was the most direct he’d been all night and you felt your face and ears heat up. You weren’t sure what to say so offered a shy smile and sipped your wine again before looking down at your lap. After a moment, you looked back up at him with that same smile. “As cute as it is when you’re shy, I like when you’re upfront like that. It’s so different from your usual demeanor and you come across really confident.”

“I’ll keep that in mind…” he bit his lip before sipping at his wine. “It feels strange being forward and doling out compliments. I feel like I come on too strong when I’m direct.” He hummed and you nodded.

“I get that. I’ve been called a flirt in far less savory terms because of how easily I compliment people. What a lot of people don’t get is that complimenting doesn’t automatically indicate interest. Maybe I just genuinely like your shoes, you know?” You laughed softly before settling in, turning to bring one leg up on the couch and prop your arm on the back as you faced him. Your head leaned over on your palm as you looked him over. “I think it’s pretty clear what your intentions are given that you asked me out. I don’t think there’s really a chance for you to come on too strong with me, you know? Plus, I enjoy a certain amount of tension.” You winked and his face went beet red as he looked straight ahead again.

You couldn’t help but giggle at his expression. “We’ll work on loosening you up.” You teased and he gulped his wine. You thought you were just making him shy and that he wasn’t used to this sort of thing - which was part of it - but he was trying his damndest not to get hard from the thoughts running through his mind. He failed when you reach a hand out to his thigh after putting down your now-empty glass, still giggling at how bashful he was acting.

He gripped your wrist, keeping his eyes down so he wouldn’t fall apart any further, and cleared his throat. Your brows furrowed in concern and you leaned closer, your free hand going to his shoulder. “Jongho? Is everything okay?” You asked softly, worried you’d upset him or he wasn’t feeling well. “I’m sorry if I-“

In the next instant, his lips were on yours. It was uncoordinated and he seemed kind of awkward but you weren’t going to pass up the opportunity to make out. The hand resting on his shoulder slid up to his neck as he turned his upper body towards you. Since he seemed unsure of himself, you took over and licked over his bottom lip which earned a soft sigh. His grip on your wrist loosened so you used that chance to guide his hand up to your neck, your gentle grip on his wrist holding steady once his thumb was brushing over your jaw.

He was so precious. Despite how unsure of himself he appeared, he still wanted to make sure you felt comfortable. The way his thumb ran along the skin just in front of your ear made you shiver, a little spark of arousal igniting in your belly. You ignored it, not wanting to push too far. He was a good boy. How would it appear to anyone who found out that you’d bedded him on the first date?

Finally, you broke the kiss and took a moment to breathe, a tiny smile edging its way onto your face. You snuck a peek at him and saw his eyes still squeezed shut as he sucked in a shaky breath. “I-I’m sorry, I don’t know what came over-” you crashed your lips back to his before he could finish his apology, pride swelling in your chest at the surprised sound he let out. He was so cute. Until he wasn’t.

He seemed to gain more confidence when you initiated the second kiss. You weren’t upset with him, you weren’t bothered by what was going on, you appeared to enjoy it just as much as him. His hands began to wander just a bit until he found purchase on your bare waist and pulled you onto his lap. It was your turn to squeak in surprise as he guided your legs to either side of him so you were straddling his thick thighs. You didn’t know where this bold side of him came from but it was hot.

Sitting on his lap, you understood why he’d grabbed your wrist in the first place. You could feel his hard-on pressing against you through the layers of clothes and it took everything in you not to grind down against him. If he wanted things to go further, he needed to give some sort of indication. Otherwise you’d feel like you were defiling him - which wasn’t such a bad idea now that you were thinking about it.

You slipped your arms around his neck as your lips danced, gladly parting when he curiously licked over your bottom lip. When his tongue swept into your mouth after only a moment of hesitation, you let out a soft hum and let your own tongue battle with his for dominance. You were only mildly surprised when he let you win that battle. He’d told you before that he’d never been intimate with anyone and it seemed like he was going to allow you, the one with more experience, to take the lead. You wouldn’t mind that one bit. You’d always given up control but wondered what it would be like to be in charge and it seemed that you’d finally find out with him.

His grip on your waist was tight and the slight calluses on his fingers from years of playing the guitar were rough on your smooth skin. You loved the sensation, especially when he dug his fingers into your hips as you nipped at his bottom lip. The sound he let out was music to your ears. Set on earning more of those sounds, you broke the kiss and began to trail your lips along his jaw. You were well-rewarded for this, soft gasps tumbling from his plump lips as you kissed and nipped along his smooth skin.

You were a bit surprised when his vice grip on you began to urge your hips to rock back and forth. You loved just how desperate he suddenly seemed as your clothed pussy dragged over the tent in his tight jeans. You wanted to ruin his good boy image but something was holding you back despite the rhythmic roll of your hips. That something broke when his voice met your ears. “Please…” he rasped out as you gently bit down on his earlobe.

You instantly pulled back and stood from his lap, not missing the displeased whine that slipped past his lips before he could stop it. You held your hands out to him and he took them with no hesitation. As you led him to your room, you could sense he was getting nervous so the second you had the door closed, you turned and offered him a tiny smile. “We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do. I can tell you’re nervous. Don’t be. I’m not pushing.” Your warm tone made butterflies erupt in his belly and he shook his head.

“I’m not worried about how far we might go, I’m just worried I won’t be very good.” He explained quietly and pulled you along, leading the way to the bed. He’d heard so many horror stories online about guys being horrible at sex their first time. What if he busted too early? What if he couldn’t finish you off? His inexperience was causing him to overthink but his mind froze up when you gently pushed him, making him sit on the edge of your bed.

“First of all, I’m not someone who is extremely worried about that.” You perched yourself on his lap like before and let your hands grasp at his sides, your wrists resting on the tops of your thighs. “I know you’re worried about finishing too early, it’s written all over your face, but it’s actually really hot knowing I can make someone lose control like that. And I’ll teach you what I like. Please don’t be nervous.” He nodded slowly as he absorbed your words and you smiled again, this time far more playfully. “Good boy,” you teased. “Now, where were we?”

His face appeared like a cherry at your playful praise as he realized something new about himself. He had no desire to submit, no matter how shy he was, but he was now learning that he liked being praised. You picked up on his expression and grinned as you leaned back in, your nose brushing against his. “You like when I say stuff like that?” He nodded instantly, his breath hitching. “Mm, I never saw you as the submissive type. Cute.”

“I’m not.” He whispered, leaning the slightest bit closer so his lips brushed against yours as he spoke. “I’m letting you call the shots because this is my first time, but I am definitely not submissive. I’ll see to it that that much is made clear.” You let out a soft whimper at his words as his lips sealed over yours in a more confident kiss, your panties growing uncomfortably wet at the thought of what he might do.

The sound you let out made his dick twitch and he decided right then that his goal was to get you to make as many of those noises as he could. He’d let you show him what you liked and then he’d take every opportunity to make you sing his praises. You knew it wouldn’t take much effort for him to catch on, he was already taking control by initiating kisses unapologetically and making you grind on him. He took it a step further when he copied your previous actions, kissing along your jaw and down your neck, to your shoulder.

Your head tipped back to allow him more room and you felt his tongue ghost over your pulse point as he sucked there. Fuck. You knew if he left a mark that it wouldn’t be faded by Sunday but you almost didn’t care. Almost. “Careful. Won’t be able to hide it…”

“What if I want everyone to know?” He clearly wasn’t thinking about Sunday. He was thinking about all the passersby you’d see when you went for groceries, the other tenants you’d inevitably run into. He was thinking about that cute waitress who’d eyed you up at dinner. “What if I want people to see and know what we did?”

Normally, you’d find a possessive streak rearing its head on the first date to be a red flag, but the dirty talk was driving you up the wall. The only thing you missed about your exes was the possessiveness and being told you were theirs. It seemed Jongho was set on making you his tonight even if he was nervous. His bursts of confidence were turning you on further and your hips began to move of their own accord. Still, a hickey on your neck would get you sideways glances at church. “Save it for somewhere else.” He pulled back, halting your hips, and you frowned.

“Tell me where then. Where do you want me to leave marks, baby?” The name made you shudder in delight and you bit your lip. His eyes were clouded with lust but he still had the forethought to check what was okay with you, which was more than some of your exes ever did for you. You fucking loved it.

“Somewhere only we know.” You whispered, meeting his gaze with half-lidded eyes. “That’s my only rule when it comes to hickeys. I want to be able to look in the mirror and relive it, standing there in a daze in my bathroom.” He let out a low groan at your statement and you clenched around nothing as his large hands moved to squeeze your ass, pulling your hips towards him for some sort of relief.

“How the fuck did you manage to pull off cute and innocent for so long, baby?”

“I could ask you the same thing, d-” You stopped yourself before the name slipped out. No fucking way. This was Jongho. You couldn’t just go around throwing out names that went along with that dynamic. You whined when he froze.

“Were…were you about to call me daddy just now?” His voice sounded strained. He seemed like such an innocent young man but he’d consumed more than his fair share of explicit content. He knew what excited him. And hearing one of the things that absolutely drove him mad coming from you? He was going to go fucking feral. You nodded sheepishly and he let out a low groan once more. “Fuck…do it, baby. I love it.” He was most definitely not the man you originally thought he was and it was exciting.

As he buried his face back in your neck, you let out a soft whine. “Do I get a name too, daddy? Love pet names…” You weren’t going to learn what it felt like to be in control tonight. Not in the sense that you’d imagined anyways. You had no problem with that. Seeing Jongho transform from being the sweetest, most innocent man you’d ever met to being a sexy, confident man determined to make you his was rewarding enough.

“I’ll give you so many pet names, sweetheart. Anything you want so long as you’re a good girl.” You almost fucking met God.

“I-I can be a good girl..!” You agreed quickly and he chuckled as he pulled back. Your face heated up slightly when your eyes met his and you bit your lip, your gaze quickly shifting to his chest. You’d never been good at maintaining eye contact after a man had broken you down with such simple words. But your eyes darted back to his face when you heard a quiet laugh.

“You’ve been getting me flustered and worked up all night but now I’ve got you all shy just from telling you to be good. That was an ego boost I didn’t know I needed.” Your lips curled into a small smile as you looked back down. “You’re so cute like this. You’re driving me crazy, baby.”

His hands slid from your ass as he properly wrapped his arms around you, holding you against him. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders as you tried to bury your face in his neck but he fell back on the bed, pulling you down with him. You were quickly reminded that, despite how confident he was in the moment, it was still his first time and he was nervous. It was kinda funny in a weird way how he could be so commanding but still feel clueless.

“Princess?” You shivered at the name and pulled back a bit to look at him, the proximity getting to you for the first time that night. “Will you show me what you like?” Why was he asking that? You’d already agreed to teach him what made you tick. Then it clicked that he was asking you to put on a little show before letting him touch you.

You gave an almost-imperceptible nod and sat up, still straddling him. You slid your hands up your body, starting at your thighs and not stopping until your hands slipped under your frayed crop top. You slid the material up and over your head, tossing it to the floor as you swiveled your hips over his. Before you could move any further, his veiny hands were on your bare chest, calluses rough on your half-naked form. You didn’t try to stop him from exploring, even when he squeezed just a little too tight.

“You’re so pretty, y/n, fuck…” His words sent a thrill through your body and you couldn’t hope to stifle the soft whimper that fell from your parted lips. If you thought you were short circuiting, you should’ve seen him. His brain was going haywire. In one night, he’d gone on his first real, unsupervised date, made out with one of the most beautiful women he’d ever seen, and got to touch her tits. How did he make it this far? You let your hands run along his forearms, appreciating every vein, every flex of his muscles as his hands toyed with your chest. You sighed his title and he let out a soft curse.

Finally, you found the energy to move from his lap. He watched as you stood from the bed and slipped your joggers off, sitting up to admire the way they slid down your legs only to pool around your feet. You didn’t bother removing your cheeky panties, you wanted to tease him. Hell, you wanted to tease yourself.

His eyes bored holes into you as you crawled back onto the bed, pulling pillows from the top of the bed and into a pile for you to lay back on. You couldn’t meet his gaze after you settled in and spread your legs. You knew he was watching intently as you teased yourself, your fingers ghosting over the front of your panties. You weren’t expecting him to join in immediately though.

You gasped when he copied you, his touch more firm than yours. He was unsure of himself as he touched you but followed your lead, even as you dipped your fingers past your waistband. You let out a tiny sigh as you guided his fingers in circles over your clit. He seemed hesitant when you let go of him but the second you whimpered out his title, he felt the majority of that anxiety melt away. You liked this. You showed him how to do it, of course you liked this. He had no reason to be nervous.

You made grabby hands at him and he leaned in, accepting when you kissed him. You were fairly certain you’d be addicted to his lips before the night was out. You wanted to pout when his lips left yours but you were quickly pacified as he began to press sloppy kisses to your collarbones. As he scattered kisses all over your chest, he pressed his middle finger into you and you let out a mewl of pleasure. “You’re fucking soaked, baby girl. Is this all for me?”

You had no clue where that came from but you nodded vigorously as you clenched around his finger. “Want another…pretty please, daddy?” You murmured, your voice pitching upwards. Your neediness was fueling his confidence and he couldn’t imagine refusing you. Maybe if he’d had more experience and wasn’t so unsteady, maybe then he would’ve teased you and denied your request. Instead, he added his ring finger and you let out another sound of surprise when his palm pressed flat against your pussy, grinding against your clit.

It had been so long since you’d gotten this sort of stimulation and you were already on cloud nine. “C-curl your fingers…” He did as you instructed and you keened, your hand tangling in his hair as his tongue flicked over your nipple. He set a slow pace like that, pressing his fingers into you only to curl them and drag them out. He wasn’t entirely sure what he was doing, the effect he was having, but you were on fire every time his fingers dragged over your g-spot and his palm pressed against your clit. He was doing fucking amazing. But then he stopped.

You let out a whine of displeasure when he pulled his hand away, your eyes shooting open. When had they closed again? Before you could ask why he stopped, he looked up at you from where he hovered over your chest and spoke. “Can I go down on you?” You felt your soul leave your body. Why on God’s green earth would you disagree? You quickly nodded, a tiny ‘uh huh’ leaving your mouth as he moved away from you.

You wanted to strip him down so you could finally see what he’d been oh-so-carefully hiding from you but you wouldn’t get a chance until he was ready. He was on his knees between your legs when he hooked his fingers in the waistband of your black panties and tugged them down. His mouth went dry at the sight of you laid on display for him, your legs falling back apart once your panties joined the rest of your clothes on the floor. “Shit, baby…” You stifled a whimper at his reaction. It had been so long since the last time you were intimate with anyone and even longer since you’d felt so desirable.

You wanted to hide your face but you couldn’t bring yourself to look away as he settled on his stomach between your legs. His arms looped around your thighs and he pulled you towards him, causing the flames in your belly to flare up. Fuck, you loved strong men. He hesitantly pressed a kiss to your clit, holding your gaze the whole time, and you felt like you’d just been doused in battery acid.

One taste was all it took for him to go mad. He was fucking hooked from the moment his lips met your soaked core. He experimented with his tongue, tracing different shapes over your clit until finally a surprised moan filled the air. He paused, looking up to scan your face for any signs of discomfort. Of course, the only displeasure on your face came when he stopped. Before you could complain, he dove back in with even more enthusiasm.

You gasped when he pressed his first two fingers into you, curling them like you’d previously instructed. Despite his worries about you being his first and how he felt he might not be any good, you could tell by the weight in the pit of your belly that this was going to be one of the best orgasms you’d ever had. He was determined to make you cum from this, if for no other reason than to ensure you got yours if he finished too fast.

It didn’t take him much longer to reach his goal. He was so focused on your taste that he barely registered you getting progressively louder - which was doing nothing to help his hard on. He’d started rutting against the bed while eating you out just to get a little bit of relief, which you’d noticed when you looked down to tangle a hand in his soft chestnut locks. Why was that so fucking hot? His hips stilled as he felt you cumming and you urged him not to stop, to help you ride it out. He was all too eager to comply with your wishes and continued to lap at your pussy until you melted into the sheets, entirely spent.

As you recovered from your orgasm, still feeling mild aftershocks of pleasure, you tugged him up the bed and pressed your lips to his. He was surprised by this since he hadn’t even had a chance to wipe his mouth and the act made his cock twitch in his unbearably tight jeans. You moaned against his lips at the taste and grabbed his hand, the one he’d just been using between your legs. You broke the kiss and caught his hooded gaze, maintaining eye contact as you brought his long fingers to your mouth and sucked them clean. He almost creamed right then.

Finally, you gave him a cute pout. “I’ve had all the fun when I was supposed to be teaching you.” Your voice was far from guilty as your hands moved to his body, fingertips trailing along his sides teasingly. “Can we finish the lesson now, daddy?” You sounded sultry yet innocent and he didn’t know what to make of it as he felt his soul ascending.

Somehow, he managed to give a coherent - and frankly fucking hot - response. “How can I say no to you when you’re right here, still high off my tongue, darling?” You fucking keened. You couldn’t wait to help him grow his confidence in the bedroom. If he was this hot while still being somewhat nervous for his first time, you could only imagine the monster you’d turn him into once he was entirely comfortable.

You quickly pulled his shirt up, sitting up a bit to help him fully remove it. You laid back and admired his toned belly and tan skin as he undid his belt and pulled it from the loops in one swift motion. You’d have to beg him to tie you up with that belt one day. You heard a clink as the belt fell to the floor and he reached for the button of his jeans. You sat up and stopped his motions, set on undoing his pants yourself, but he shook his head. “Not yet, baby.”

You were confused. Not yet? But he was already undoing them. He was still undoing them. After a moment, you realized he meant no touching yet and the fire in your belly roared back to life. You watched with bated breath as he shucked his jeans, stunningly muscular thighs finally on display for your viewing pleasure. But he didn’t stop there like you had. He didn’t wait for you to remove his boxers like he’d stripped you of your panties. He shucked those too and let out a soft hiss from the relief of being free from the confines of his clothes. He was big. Your mouth watered at the sight of his thick cock, eight inches and already beading with pre-cum.

You looked up at his face, which was once again bright red, as if he hadn’t just given you one of the best orgasms you’d ever had only minutes before. You made grabby hands again, not touching since you didn’t have permission yet, and he leaned over you. “You’re so pretty.” You whispered by his ear, taking note of the way his breath hitched. “Can I touch you now, daddy?”

He let out a ragged breath and nodded, unable to find his voice. Your hands instantly began their descent, starting at his shoulders and moving down to his chest. You let your fingers ghost over his nipples and he let out a soft gasp. You trailed your fingertips over the faint lines of his abs, all the way to his surprisingly-prominent v line. You didn’t stop though.

He let out a soft moan when your hand wrapped around his dick. Your hands were fucking tiny compared to his which made your grip that much tighter with absolutely no effort. Your hands were also terribly soft and he felt like he’d lose his mind if he wasn’t inside you soon. He shuddered at the way you flicked your wrist a few times before guiding him to your pussy. He was going to go fucking insane.

The tip of his dick gliding against your still-soaked pussy was enough for you to lose your desire to tease him. You couldn’t keep playing. “Please…” Your voice was a soft whine as you lined him up. It took him no further convincing and he slowly pushed inside, your hand still guiding him. He held his breath as your warmth enveloped him. He was terrified that if he so much as breathed before he could regain control of himself that he’d bust.

“Fuck…” His voice was breathy and pitching higher than usual as he bottomed out. Fuck, you loved when a man hissed while putting it in. You didn’t dare move, knowing he needed to collect himself before he finally fucked you.

When he did finally move, your toes curled. You’d never really bothered with getting dildos, you preferred vibrators, and all your exes had been maybe six inches. Jongho was the biggest you’d ever had and the drag of his cock along your walls was enough to make you shudder in delight.

His thrusts were uneven and sloppy at first but you loved it nonetheless. When he finally found his rhythm, you couldn’t dream of stifling any of the noises he forced out, not that either of you wanted you to be quiet. His arms gave way relatively quickly, his whole body going weak, and he buried his face in your neck. “You’re so fucking tight for me, baby girl.” He began to suck a hickey into your collarbone as he rutted into you and you wanted to pass out.

His breath was hot on your skin as he tried to steady himself while fucking up into you. The air filled with the sound of your hips meeting and the both of you were letting out a symphony of whines and moans when you wrapped your legs around his waist. He barely managed to control himself at that and his hips stuttered as your heels dug into the backs of his beautiful thighs. He wanted to make you cum again, he didn’t want to fuck you and leave you hanging even if he had already made you cum.

He slipped a hand between your bodies as he moved to another space on your shoulder to mark you up further. He was thrown over the edge when you clenched around him. He couldn’t hold back when you somehow managed to feel even tighter. As his cum filled you, his fingers worked hard and fast against your clit. Both of those things pushed you to the point of no return and you let out a soft cry as you came for the second time that night, your back arching slightly off the mattress.

His hips stilled as both of you panted, him letting out a hiss every time the aftershocks of pleasure forced you tighter around him. After a few moments of silence, he slowly pulled out and rolled off you, laying flat on his back and looking up at your ceiling with a dumb grin. You looked over at him and let out a soft giggle as you rolled onto your side to properly face him. “That was fucking amazing, daddy.” Your tone was teasing and he let out a soft laugh, mumbling out an agreement as he pulled you into him. “I’m really glad you took my offer to come over.”

“Mm, I am too.” He murmured as you moved your head to rest on his chest. It was quiet for a few minutes save for the sound of the ceiling fan whirring away above you before he spoke up. “Thank you, y/n. For everything. For agreeing to go out with me tonight, for inviting me back, for not judging anything I said or did.”

“Choi Jongho, I could never judge you. You just needed reassurance. The whole night was wonderful, from the moment I saw you standing behind your car to right now. I’m really happy you took a chance and asked me to dinner.” You quickly leaned up and pecked his cheek before settling in again. “Stay the night?” He wordlessly wrapped both arms around you, securing your position against his chest. You took that as a yes and smiled to yourself as your eyes drooped shut.

#choi jongho #jongho #ateez smut #ateez x reader #jongho x reader #smut #jongho smut #this is pure filth #i am sorry #but for real #i would call him daddy #if he asked #alura’s works

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cynical-sprite · 3 years

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Apex Legends Preferences: Their Pet Names For their significant other

Elliott Witt/Mirage💛: sweetie, honey, babe

I feel like Elliott would also sometimes use silly pet names with the sole purpose of making his significant other either laugh or get flustered, names like: sweet cheeks, baby cakes

Renee Blasey/Wraith💜: probably wouldn't call her s/o pet names, but if she did, it'd be something simple and not too mushy like 'babe', or a shortened version of her s/o's name

Octavio Silva/Octane💚: babe, baby, baby girl, sexy mama, mamacita

Obi Edolasim/Seer💜: dearest, my love, my heart, ifunanya m ("my love")

Dr. Mary Somers/Horizon❤: dear, dearest, mo leannan ("my lover", "my sweetheart"), m'eudail ("my darling", "my dear")

Tae Joon Park/Crypto💚: Nae sarang (“My Love”), Aein (“Sweetheart”), Gongjunim (“Princess”), Yeobo (“Honey” or “Darling”)

(I feel like he would lean towards using pet names from/in his language😊)

Ajay Che/Lifeline❤: baby, sweetheart, bebe ("baby"), amou ("lover"), Cheri ("sweetheart"), Mon kè ("my heart")

Loba Andrade❤: darling, dear/my dear, beautiful/handsome/gorgeous, baby, angel, Amor / Meu amor ("love"/"my love"), Bebê ("baby"), Meu bem ("my dear"), Coração (“heart”), Anjo ("angel"), Querido / Querida ("dear" m/f)

Makoa Gibraltar💙: baby, honey, dear, Ma’asoama ("darling"/"sweetheart"), La’u Pele ("dearest")

Natalie Paquette/Wattson💛: darling, sweetheart, Mon amour ("my love"), mon bijou ("my jewelry"), Mon cœur ("my heart"/"my sweetheart"), Mon trésor ("my treasure"/"my precious"), mon ange ("my angel"), Mon chéri / ma chérie (“my dear”)

Ramya Parekh/Rampart💜: I can't see her being too into pet names since she's not exactly the romantic type, so, if she did, it'd probably be something simple and not too mushy like love or dear

She would most certainly name one the guns she creates after her significant other though

Kairi Imahara/Valkyrie💙: baby, babe

Other than that, she'd probably just call her significant other by her name or a shortened version of it, maybe a special nickname she'd come up with for her

Bloth Hundr/Bloodhound💚: any pet names/terms of endearment they give their significant other would definitely be in their native language, and would likely usually only be when their alone with their s/o since they're a rather private person

elskan min ("my love"), kærasti/kærasta ("darling" m/f)

Anita Williams/Bangalore💙: I can't see Anita using pet names/terms of endearment for her significant other; she'd probably just call them by their name most of the time. If she did though, it would probably be something short, simple and direct like baby/babe or a shortened version of their name

Walter Fitzroy/Fuse🧡: princess, darlin', baby, sweetheart, he'd probably come up with some special nickname for his significant other probably relating to their name or a shortened version of it

Kaleb Cross/Revenant🖤: Revenant would definitely not call his significant other by any pet names or terms of endearment; his way of showing endearment would be that he'd never call them things like 'skinsuit', 'skinbag', or 'girlie' as he does everyone else

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If I got any of the ones in other languages wrong, I apologize in advance; I don't speak any of those languages, so the internet was my source😅. I have no intention of offending anyone, so if I got any of those wrong, please feel free to tell me nicely

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starbuckie · 2 years

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𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠

prompt: “you're leo’s ex, who still has feelings for him (duh), and you try to keep your distance from him until you find out that mick beat the shit out of him. then you end up finding yourself on his doorstep, desperately wanting to make sure he's okay :) maybe a lil happy ending with them?” from @bxcketbarnes

pairing: ex!leo reilly x reader

words: 7.1k words

warnings: hurt/comfort, mentions of little violence, fluffy fluff, exes to lovers

summary: this was the problem, over and over and over again. he was reckless and hurt and you loved him too much to not turn up on his front step to fix his scars.

a/n: my darling britt, i’m so sorry that this took so long to post. right now my tags are working so even though you are sleeping, i shall post so you have a nice lil’ fic to wake up to. i ended up writing so much more than i intended, good lord, but i’m not upset about it. i do hope you enjoy this little charmer <3

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“Ignore it,” your roommate glares at the side of your head, piercing emerald eyes boring into every hope and whim you carried inside you. You can’t be angry. You know that she only wants what’s best for you. You know that her restraining you from attacking your opponent is what is best for you.

Across the room from you, your enemy: the periwinkle corded phone hanging against the front wall of your dorm, ringing relentlessly. Each increasingly loud sound that emits from the small box only increases your anxiety, and your mind is tearing apart at the discipline you’re using to not rush over to it. You don’t have to pick up to know who it is. Leo Reilly has been calling you almost every night for the past three months.

And your patience and your will are growing real goddamn thin.

With a pout you let your head fall back in your chair, any part of focus left for your creative writing homework soaring away just as quickly as your inhibitions. “Why, Mary, why is it so difficult to just let him go? He managed to do it pretty damn easily.”

The brunette woman coos at you affectionately from her bed, setting her book beside her to meet the sad sight of you moping from your desk. Her hazel eyes fix on you with sympathy and while you appreciate and adore your friend with all your heart, sympathy is not what you want. Nor what you need. The eyes that scream I’m sorry you’re still not over your ex have been all you received from everyone in your classes for the last three months. “It’s hard, Y/N, I know it is. But Leo Reilly was no good for you. He’s a sweetheart and a great friend,” she sighed, walking over to your leaned back head and playing with your hair gently, “but we all know that he has a little trouble when it comes down to long-term stuff. He just lives for the fun of it all, and so should you.”

You consider her words carefully. By no means are you one to turn down a party, you adore the process of getting ready, slathering yourself in richly scented perfumes and oils that make you glow, and pregaming shots with all your closest friends, yet you aren’t exactly spontaneous. Hookups are a foreign concept to you. The mere thought of not organizing a get-together makes you sick.

But dating Leo Reilly was like a rollercoaster. From the instant he entered your life, he had encompassed you in his sunshine-filled haze, dragging you through pretty drunken nights and rosy smiles in the early morning. Maybe it was because being with him was like inhaling fresh air after being trapped in a hot room or coasting along a highway with every car window open, but he was your great love. No matter what stupid shit he pulled, what he surprised you with, you managed to just fall into his honey-coated trap more and more, following two pretty azure eyes and sweet-slick words. Loving him was the most spontaneous thing you’d ever done, and it was the one thing that you never would have gotten sick of had he not ended it all so suddenly.

No, no, no! Stupid brain, stupid, dumb, heartbroken… heart.

Mary’s first rule of moving on was to think vile, foul, nasty thoughts about your ex. Easier said than done. Leo was a dream, one of those that escape you as soon as you wake up. But you still cling to it months later.

“I don’t know, Mary,” you sigh, bringing yourself down from the fluffy, cream clouds of happy memories, not a single one tainted even after he broke your heart. “Maybe I should hear him out. I mean he was my best friend before we started dating, he deserves at least that bit of explanation.”

“What am I, a piece of flesh?” She rolls her eyes and spins your chair around so you can face her. She sees into your eyes. Into your soul. Mary is scary. “You will not talk to that airhead again, okay? It’s no good for you, Y/N, how many times can I-“

The phone began to ring again with exigency, cutting your friend off effectively. A growl escaped her lips and if her eyes were indicative of her frustration, the phone would be melted into a puddle of liquified periwinkle plastic. “That goddamn phone, I swear I’ll rip it off the damn wall.”

“I’ll mute the phone for now, just so we don’t get any more ringing,” you lie through your own teeth, shooting up from the chair and making quick steps over to the phone. Each glide of your sock-covered feet against the rough carpet makes your heart thrum. The phone immediately starts ringing again after its brief pause, just like it has been doing for the past three months. And for the past three months you’ve been able to ignore his incessant calls without (too much) issue.

Yet now, you make your decision quickly. It’s pretty easy given it’s the one you’ll make over and over again.

Your roommate can see it too and does nothing but groan a pained, “if you get hurt again it’s gonna be all on you, Y/N.” Her feet carry her to her bed where she faceplants and covers her head with a pastel pink pillow, covering her ears in a dramatic fashion. You roll her eyes at the overly exaggerated actions and let your fingers just graze the phone. It’s stupid, to be so afraid of a small box that carries nothing but messages and voice, but to you it’s your greatest rival. Lots of tussles and silent glares have been had with this telephone.

You grasp the phone like a lifeline when the courage finally reaches you. The plastic is cool under your heated skin but you feel as if it’ll slip from your sweaty fingers as soon as you bring it up to your ear. The ringing stops and there’s just quiet, huffing breaths coming through the speaker. The mere thought of him makes you shiver, but not more so than when his voice finally carries through.

“Y/N?” You haven’t heard his voice in so long. The low whine of his words makes your heart churn violently. “‘S it really you?”

A breath catches in your throat. And a whimper escapes. He catches it and you can hear a gulp and sigh before he speaks again.

“C-can you, uh, come over? I need you, baby.” You can hear the phone shift along with his body movements but what really surprises you is the pained groan that comes through the speaker. It’s guttural and that alone sends fear racing through your blood cold. “I need you.”

He doesn’t need to explain himself. He never has, and never will need to because in the end it’s always you who’s running to him. Stretching the cord of the phone out long and tense, you race as far back to your bed as you can to grab a vibrantly-colored scrunchie and your most comforting button up to cover your tank top before answering him with haste.

“I’ll be there, Leo, just hold on, alright? Just give me a few minutes and I’ll be right back over at your house, baby.” He hums softly and you rush back to hang up, struggling to shove your shoes on your feet without having to unlace them.

“Baby?” Mary fixes you with one more disapproving expression, giving herself one last chance to change your mind. Yet she still does nothing to physically restrain you from visiting your ex. She probably knows it’d be fruitless either way. “Just like that you’re all over the moon for him again?”

Your blue Nikes are on and out the door in answer.

The run over to Leo’s is brisk. Early December brings a frosty snow across Upstate New York, capping off the dying bushes and leafless trees. Buildings have a coat of condensation covering their windows, obscuring what you can only hope is a cozier inside. The air has to be well in the low twenties today, you realize as your breath comes out in vapor, dissipating as you walk through it repeatedly. The few people you pass by shiver as they stroll, clutching to their loved ones or wrapping their arms around themselves. However, the light wash jeans and long-sleeve you adorn do pretty well in keeping you warm.

The shirt is one of Leo’s, you realize as soon as you enter his neighborhood. Oversized, a pretty lilac shade, you remember how you’d woken up the morning after you first slept together and stole it from him, forever making it a home in your collection of clothes. When he’d broken up with you he’d never asked for it back- he actually hadn’t asked for a single thing from you. Not that he should’ve, you deserved more than kindness after he abruptly ended the relationship, but still it was sweet. He was sweet.

Still continuing to walk at a quick pace, you find yourself pulling up the collar of the shirt to your nose. Your eyes flutter shut as soon as the scent of Giorgio Beverly Hills fills your nostrils. The cologne has always been a little strong, your man- Leo wasn’t too good at subtlety. However, you suppose that’s just one more reason your heart refused to let the dorky idiot go.

And more importantly, the scent of the cologne, of him, is the only thing keeping you from completely sprinting and sliding across the icy sidewalks to see if he’s okay. Your heart races as you see his house down the road and it’s the spicy sandalwood and carnation flowers that are keeping it from popping out of your damn chest.

You barely realize when you reach his house. It’s right on the edge of the waterfront, water with boats taking up what seems like every crevice of the small port. You’re able to point out his ship pretty easily- it’s a shiny white with pretty navy blue cursive lettering. The day he’d blown nearly a hundred grand on it was the day his mother had had contact with him for the first time in nearly two years, only to yell at him and ask what the hell he was doing with his life. A shudder passes through you at the memory, your fear increasing only more as you ascend the steps of the black wood and brick two story.

He opens the door before you can even knock. A poorly bandaged hand lays dead at his side, nose slightly crooked and a smattering of blood spread across the color of his lime green button up. A pair of rockstar jeans hug his legs that seem to be about the only thing of him that isn’t busted up. Wild, blond hair looks as though it’s been pulled and dragged through the dirt, sticking up in different directions, yet it doesn’t deter you from almost crying at the mere look of him. And the sight of his pretty, lit up, cerulean eyes when he sees you for the first time in three months is what makes you whimper, nearly knocking the air out of your lungs.

Even through his injuries, he has the audacity to hit you with one of those smirks. The one where the right side of his mouth lifts up and you can see his smile, pearly teeth grinning at you with oozing boyish charm. His wide eyes get a little bigger when they roll over the old shirt of his you adorn. So it’s even more audacious of him to ask, before you can check in on his physical state, “that my Ralph Lauren button-up?”

Out of all the things you expected him to say, that was not one of them. You feel burning heat prickling at your pores despite the freezing weather and you begin to pluck and pull at the thick material, wishing in the very moment that it would burn up in flames and vanish from your body. But then you would be left in your tight tank top. Oh God, you don’t think you’d be able to handle that heated look of lust he used to hit you with when he wanted sex. You’d give in far too easily.

You knew that he was going to bring it up and it still throws you off guard. “Y-yeah,” you finally meet his fond gaze, throwing him a tiny but genuine smile when you see his own. It’s truly infectious. “I guess you just forgot it when you left.”

The memory of what he actually did forces a cloud of self disappointment to wash over his previous joy in seeing your face. And you look just as pretty as he’s dreamed for the lonely three months after he left you, even as your eyebrows furrow and your lips sour into a pout.

Leo has no right to feel remorse for what he did to you. He made his choice and that afternoon you had begged for an explanation and wishfully hoped for one, but right now, in front of him, with the sheer amount of audacity and shit he’d pulled within the short minute of you standing cold on the welcome mat, you’re a little short of pissed off.

You gently brush past him as you walk into the house, the comfort of the living room fireplace warming your bones. It looks… a lot worse than the last time you’d been there. Bottles are strewn lazily around across the floor, cards thrown across the table like a game had been rudely, violently, interrupted. The table too, is also being balanced with a stack of books and magazines under two broken legs, and you wonder what fucking incident forced a mess of that severity.

Leo must notice the confusion and worry in your eyes as he speaks. “Sorry ‘bout the mess,” he sounds sheepish when you turn back to him, his good hand pulling at his shirt like he’s embarrassed. “I think you know it usually looks better.”

He normally does good in keeping his house neat. Or he did at least when you were together. He’s always been rich and he enjoyed splurging on nice things to decorate and treat himself too, yet one thing you’d learned about him in your year of dating was that he enjoyed cleaning. Sometimes you’d wake up in the late morning, skin all warm and sticky from a good night of slumber, and he’d be standing with a pair of sweats on in the closet next to the bed, rearranging his ties by designer. So the sight of the worsened state of the house has you a tiny bit worried for what he’s been facing the past few months since he’d been out of your life.

“What the hell happened in here? It looks like it got rowed over by a bulldozer,” you comment with shock evident in your features.

It doesn’t take him long to respond, just a simple deep sigh, like he’s a disappointed father of two kids who got caught trying to steal cookies straight from the oven. “I invited Charlie and Mick and some of the other boys from their chemistry class over to play poker this morning. Mick ‘s, uh, he’s-”

You know Mick Leary. He’s an asshole. Hit on you so many times while you were dating Leo and touched you in ways far too inappropriate. More importantly, you know that Leo hates him. They had a few physical fights in which you’d played the dutiful role of doctor and patched him up after. And being the ever-so sweet boy he was, Leo never said a thing afterwards. He tried to be accommodating to the idiot’s needs and insults, but you always were able to see right through him.

“Mick is an asshole, Leo, you don’t have to pretend with me.” You grumble, crossing your arms at the thought of the disgusting bully.

The blond laughs, giving you a fond grin as he acknowledges your bluntness. “Yeah, he is, I’m not gonna lie about that to you. But he didn’t have the money to pay up for what he’d lost by the end of the fourth round when I pointed it out,” he holds out his bandaged arm with difficulty, “and Mick, uh, he beat the shit outta me.”

You wanna beat the right shit out of Mick yourself for laying a hand on Leo again. But you can’t do that. Apparently he’s run away (yet again) from his anger issues, but you know he’ll be back in about a month or two. He’s been doing this since last year, neither of you know how he hasn’t been expelled yet. So the least you can do for now (and for yourself), is to take care of Leo’s injuries and then immediately leave before you pull any more good memories of your relationship with him from your heart.

“Well, we’re gonna get you in the shower before I clean you up, stud,” you calmly respond.

It’s his response that manages to throw you off guard.

“Are you going to be joining me?” Your mouth falls open at the question. Is he being serious right now? “I only have one working arm right now and my hair could use some loving hands.”

He is being serious. The situation is too ridiculous. Yet you still feel yourself wanting to join him, your heart lurching at the thought of being in such closeness. Down girl. You can’t be foolish like that so you chuckle sharply. Leave it to Leo Reilly to simply have the audacity.

“I think you’ll manage, baby,” the pet name sends a thrill through him and he follows you like a puppy when you begin to walk away. “Might I also say that you seem spritely for someone who seemed to be groaning a whole lot over the phone earlier,” you gently accuse as you make your way upstairs to his bathroom.

Immediately a pained, wretched sound leaves his lips and you have to hide your smile by looking down. But he knows that you think it’s funny anyways. You always laugh at his jokes, and that’s why he fell in love with you.

He offers your room to sit down in while he showers in the bathroom next door. Even after a long period of time, his room looks exactly the same as the last time you saw it. From the navy blue comforter and the collage of his near six full years worth of college memories splayed across the wall. You’re featured in many of those. The same pair of Prada sunglasses you’d bought him last Christmas sit on the bedside table, along with your favorite photo of the two of you. It causes your heart to ache even more.

If Leo notices your thrown-off expression he sure doesn’t say anything. In fact, he seems calm as ever as he grabs a few articles of clothing (you notice one of your old, oversized, plush bathrobes you’ve been missing amongst the armfull) and dawdles out of the door into the bathroom next door.

The water starts up and you can hear when the curtain opens, and those first few moments are quiet. Like, actually quiet. It’s ambiance, silent nature and the pure feeling that you don’t have to do a thing until he steps back in the room. Fingers fiddle with everything as time gets to you- with his old shirt you wear, the sheets on the bed, your hair, until you can’t find one more thing to mess with and decide to take a closer look at the one thing you’ve been eyeing up since the moment you got here.

The picture on the nightstand is one of the only images that is good quality. The rest thrown around his room are either polaroids or cheaply printed out photocopies he got from the convenience store next to the science department back at school for twenty cents. But he has this memory of you framed like a goddess on this nightstand, pure, innocent love captured in an engraved glass frame.

You’re kissing him. Kissing him good. God damn it, you’re practically devouring his face and you can practically feel the way you’d pushed and tangled your tongue with his, and you can almost see the photos you took after this one with your pretty rose lipstick smeared all over his face. On a sunny spring afternoon, he’d brought you out on the boat, overseeing the waters and greenery of Upstate New York. A simple charcuterie board had been demolished within minutes but none of that mattered, not when Leo tasted like strawberry champagne and had pressed his weight into you while kissing your smile so deeply that he just had to capture the moment with his camera. You spend so long remembering this that you don’t even notice how the water has shut off and the other presence at the doorway, leaning against it and admiring how you admire the memory.

He catches you longingly staring at the photo of your kiss on the boat picnic and his heart clenches. He misses you too much. It’s painful. Every night he spends tossing awake in the blankets of his bed, reaching out for a cold that only shocks him every time because you’re not there beside him. No longer can he wake you up with a cup of Earl Gray tea and pumpkin pancakes that his nanny taught him to make, no more shopping trips into the city and spoiling you like the princess he knows you secretly are. There’s no more kissing you on boats and lazy makeouts on the pool table in the family room and it’s all his fault in the end. So he looks over at you with one more fond look in his blue eyes, letting them glaze over only a little bit as he keeps your own fondness over the pictured memory in your heart.

“Hey, Y/N,” he calls and you swiftly turn around, heat crawling up your body at being caught. “I’m, uh, ready for your help, Doc.”

You smile at the little jab to your career choice. “Alright, patient, let’s get you stitched up.”

He freezes as you trail behind him, turning back to you for a glance. “I-I’m not actually gonna need stitches… right?”

“No,” you laugh, “though that hand needs to be way better bandaged. I’d be surprised if you don’t get an infection.”

The air of the bathroom is humid as you walk in, condensation dripping down the fancy framed mirror and smelling like piña colada three in one shampoo. He’s got an array of random medical supplies spread across the counter as he hops up next to them, a bright smile on his face. The fluffy blue robe (yours) is draping off his shoulders and he’s wearing a Phil Collins concert shirt with a pair of striped boxers underneath it. He looks much better, fresh and clean- the blood has gone away, and with the nose clear, you can see that it’s not too bruised and the crookedness isn’t even as bad as before.

Searching through his stock, you find the rubbing alcohol, bandages, gauze, and Neosporin. His injuries, while less painful looking now, will still need lots of TLC and lots of cotton swabs.

“How’s life been?” He asks, as if he doesn’t know that you’ve been more miserable than him. His nature is to always try and lighten the mood and while it used to be one of your favorite things about him, currently it’s just making you anxious. You don’t actually have a good reason for why.

You snort and do nothing but focus on the strip of fabric as it wraps tightly around the space between his thumb and pointer finger. “Not much. I got turned down for my semester abroad in Puerto Rico, the one to help deliver babies.” He recalls you applying for that earlier in the summertime, when all he wanted to do was stare at you in pretty, expensive bikinis and kiss you in the pool. But he’d encouraged you to do it either way. “‘S okay though because it means I can start my med training earlier. I’m pretty stoked about that.”

That takes him a little by surprise. Because he knows you’re crazy smart- you’ve helped him out with essays and studying more than he ever helped you in a year of a relationship- but this is something new. You’re further ahead than two thirds of your class, and though he knows he has no right to, he feels a sense of pride for his girl getting that far ahead. “That’s totally rad, Y/N,” he grins with genuinity, “I’m really happy for you. ‘S there anything else going on, smartypants, or is it just becoming a hero for you right now?”

You scoff at his compliment, but your cheeks heat up nonetheless. “Well, for the past three months there’s also been some psycho calling me and Mary’s room constantly, I almost had to keep her from ripping our phone out of the wall this morning.”

“‘M sorry about that,” you hum in acknowledgement. The apology is almost worse than the moment he broke up with you, but you get through it anyway. Once again, the faster you get done patching him up, the faster you get to run away from everything you’re feeling. But he just has to make it more difficult. And you just have to be curious.

“Why do you do it Leo?” Your words are calm as you bandage him up, but just as piercing and sharp as if you were yelling at him. Your frustration comes through just the same. “You broke up with me. You don’t get to call at two in the morning every night for three months, that’s supposed to be me.”

It’s pathetic and just as petty, you know, but you really can’t help but to wonder why. You were happy. You thought you were at least. A year may have seemed too short and naive to fool around and fall in love, especially when you were fresh out of highschool, but Leo was it for you. It could’ve been ten different storybooks, each starring the two of you, and the ending would be the same every time- Prince Leo would carry you off into the sunset on a majestic black horse, kissing you with everything in his being just like he always had. Never were you able to see one of those happily ever afters ending up like this.

“I know I don’t have a right to feel upset about this, baby,” he begs for you to ease your glare, but you’re relentless. You may have fallen through on your strength by showing up to his door but you’ll be damned if you let him charm his way back into your arms so easily. As soon as he sees that you’re not going down without a fight, he relents, only slightly. “It was stupid and idiotic and I was scared of what…”

His refusal to finish his sentence pisses you off, and at the same time fuels your curiosity only more. You have the right to know why he broke up with you so easily.

“Of what, Leo? You’re the golden boy on campus. I literally haven’t met a single person who hasn’t wanted to be with you or be you, and that’s all you’ve ever needed to get along. What the hell were you so scared of that you had to break me?” You hope he can hear the desperation in your voice, the near spiral of insanity you’ve been sent into on the downlow ever since that day.

“I couldn’t have you leave me,” he admits, tracing his thumb over your cheekbone and down your heated skin. And your chest hurts with his words. “You’re smart and pretty and young, and I’m old, Y/N. Older than you. You’re a sophomore and you’ve got your whole life ahead of you. I mean you’re gonna be a pediatrician, already starting med classes just a few months into your third semester.”

He chuckles almost in a self deprecating way, letting his hand fall from your skin. A barely noticeable whine leaves you as soon as his touch leaves you. “I had to repeat a year. Freshman. Supposed to be the easiest one, and, well,” he sighs with pure sadness, “I managed to even fuck that up. I’m a fuckin’ failure, sweetheart, and I’m fuckin’ old. When I compare it to everything you’ve done with your life, it just…”

He trails off near the end of his sentence, hoping you’ll understand, and you do. You hate the fact that you know exactly what he’s trying to communicate to you.

Because what a fucking excuse it is. He has the gall to pity himself so much that he broke your heart in the process? What a fucking idiot. Yet your chest still falters when you hear the sheer sadness in his voice. It brings the crack in your heart just a little closer to completely shattering into pieces. His parents weren’t the most supportive of his endeavors, they were absent and judgemental when the time came they actually spoke to him, but he had tried. He was trying. You know him and you knew that his heart was always in the right place, though his trouble in understanding and catching up in some of his academics was what really broke you.

But you only scoff, swatting his unbruised arm with your own hand before resuming to fix him up. It’s better to leave the things he wants to say unsaid, especially because you know they aren’t true.

“You’re five years older than me, Leo, don’t make it seem like you’re over a hundred.” Searching through the piling mess of cleaning materials, you find the gauze and Band-Aids, setting a few of them to the side before you begin to apply them to his wounds. “I wish you would’ve just talked to me about this. Could’ve helped you. Could’ve gotten us-” you pause and take a deep, shaky breath before continuing. Today, right now is not the time to be dwelling on what ifs. Those seem like a possibility far away, but with Leo’s warm breath fanning over the soft skin of your face, you can’t be sure of anything. He makes it hard to focus. Your dream boy. “Could’ve gotten you through this easily and I would’ve told you that you’ve never been a failure. Not to me.”

The fast beating of your heart rings in your ears as you refuse to meet his eyes, but feel them roaming your face in wonder. “I always thought of you as my hero, really. My Prince Charming,” you chuckle a bit, swiping the rubbing alcohol pad over the open cut on the bridge of his nose once more as he winces. You blow cold air onto it and Leo can’t help but stare at your puckered lips, painted over in a bright pink gloss. He wonders if you put it on just for him. He hopes you did. “It doesn’t matter how long it takes you to finish college, ‘cause that never was and never will be something I use to define your worth.”

You place the bandage on his nose, covering the cut and ultimately fighting the urge to kiss the tip of it, just to make it feel better of course. He still has injuries upon injuries left on his body- you’ve just scraped the surface by cleaning up his nose and placing an ice pack on his bruised hand, still purple and red from his attempt at roughing Mick up.

Your eyes linger on his remaining injuries before returning to his face, only to find him staring at you already, adoration laced into his expression. You know what this means. You’ve seen the hint of a dopey smile, the flirtatious bright eyes, his tongue running along the expanse of his lower lip because it was the look he’d always given you before apologizing for something. Right after another night where he got a bit too drunk and he would drag you back to this very house, his favorite salmon pink blazer wrapped around your shoulders as he’d pull you in by your belt loops and kiss you until you were putty in his arms. It reminds you of better times, this does, but even with those fond memories, you know you can’t do this.

“Don’t do this, Leo,” you whisper, your eyes pleading him to either stay or to go, you don’t know which. Because you want and need both. Your blood rushes as you long to grab him closer, but to also smack him in the face and cry, telling him how stupid he was to let his unresolved, unspoken insecurities creep upon him in the form of pure, true heartbreak. “Please.”

But then he whimpers your name. Neither of you notice until his free hand is brushing your hip, but he’s leaning in. Getting lost in the depth only found in the eyes of true love, the pull is undeniable. Just a few millimeters up and you’re kissing him. Leo Reilly. The man who has been the object of your affections since the beginning of your freshman year, the man who your heart belongs to still a year and a half later. He never really lost it in the first place.

“Baby…” Your hands find purchase on his jean-clad thighs, squeezing gently as his eyes flutter shut. You can feel each individual lash brush your face before the sweet reverie ends.

No. Absolutely not. This has only ended in one way, always. With sweaty, tangled limbs, a fullness thrumming strong below your stomach, but an emptiness just above it in your dulling heart. You may have fallen through your resolve once to pick up his call and to come over, but what you will not do is stay the night.

So your body betrays your true desires, pushing Leo’s good shoulder away from where he’s getting too close to comfort, grabbing the glass of whiskey that sat on the counter and downing the rest of it in hopes that it’ll wash the last forty-five minutes away. Craving for a splash of that carefree courage and pure mindlessness you get from the rush of it all. But it seems that the young Reilly’s alcohol fails to deliver- for the first time ever.

Instead, you turn your back to him without another word, leaving him sitting on the counter with the bright blue eyes you love so much dimmed.

Tears brim at your gaze as you look into the guest bedroom, the elegant yet empty charm of it taking your breath away again, just like the first time you laid your eyes on it. At some point in time you imagined your kids growing up in this room. Maybe it was a naive, foolish thought. You hadn’t even finished college and you were already planning a whole future with the man you’d been dating for a year. But you knew love. Well, you thought you did at some point.

And that little childish part of you still thrives and strongly pulls at your heart and begs you to take Leo back.

“Don’t you miss this, baby- miss us?” You don’t push him away as his arms hesitantly surround your waist, his breath blowing the small baby hairs around the base of your neck against your all too suddenly heated skin.

“I don’t wanna get hurt again, Leo,” you whisper, tears caught up in your voice. You're just thankful he can’t see how pathetic of a mess you really are in his arms. “I can’t do it again, ‘s too much hurt.”

“I know what you wanted, baby,” he speaks into your hair as your body freezes with cold realization. He senses your fear and he massages the skin of your hips “I wanted to marry you so bad. Promised myself that as soon as I graduated I’d buy you a ring. And then I’d be able to give you everything you ever wanted.”

The ghost of two little kids with your eyes running around the spacious room fade away just as easily as they appeared, and you know he’s referring to that kind of want. It was something you thought you kept well hidden, but he knew you. Apparently not enough to know that the only thing you’d ever needed was for him to love you unconditionally.

“Nothing ever beat you, Leo.” Your face heats up with his words. Pressure was something that he didn’t deal well with. Were your fantasies his pressure? Were you the bane of his stress? God, you hoped not. “I-I don’t need all that to be happy, I never needed that to be happy with you because I already was happy. Your love was more than enough.”

“Then why don’t you come take it again?” He spins you around like a princess, holding you with such delicacy and poise that you feel like one too. His eyes bore into your own with ferocity, but unlike those you’ve known before, they’re full of tears and pleading. Of unspoken apologies and more importantly, they scream I love you. After all, you know him just as well as he knows you. “I will never stop loving you. I don’t know how many phone calls or date nights or whatever it is that you want it’ll take to get you back, but I’ll do whatever it takes, princess. You’re all I’ve ever needed. You’re the only one I’ve wanted.”

The damn breaks loose, as do your inhibitions and your truth. The truth is simple- you love Leo, and much like him, you’ll never stop. You never really did.

Tears run down your face, but they aren’t full of agony anymore. Heartbreak is soothed over with this peace of mind you gained, the crack in your heart sewed back together with the way he whispers princess. “We’ll take this slow,” you grin, biting back the large smile you really want to as his eyes light up. He doesn’t hold back his pure happiness, fat drops of his ebullience rolling down his face as he presses his forehead to yours. It’s intimate and close and real and something you missed and longed for. His touch lit up your skin with fire, but the fireplace kind of fire, warmth and comforting and familiar. That’s what Leo was to you. “It’s going to take a while to adjust. It has been three months, and it’s gonna be awhile ‘til I can trust you again.”

Your nose nudges his, smiles mirroring each other as giddiness slowly but surely overtakes him. “Whatever you need, baby,” he answers immediately, responsive and accommodating each and every whims of yours. “I’ll give you a ring, I swear, one day.” You whisper something about how that’s the exact opposite of taking it slow, but you don’t really mean it. If he dropped to his knee and proposed in three seconds time you’d say yes. He playfully rolls his eyes at the truth of your statement still. “We’ll still wait until after I graduate, which might take a while considering this is my second senior year, but God, one day I’ll marry you, I swear it.” He’s never been so charming as in this moment, sweeping you off your feet like in all your storybook fantasies and stealing your heart in the process.

“I can help you out- tutor you maybe, you know? Speed up the process a little bit.” You suggest softly with a grin, grabbing him around the waist even tighter as you stain his own cheeks with your tears, salt and unadulterated joy leaking from your eyes and mixing with his. A full smile finally takes over your lips, wide and stretched, breaking those pearly whites out for the first time in three long months. “I’m somewhat of a scholar myself.”

He groans at your little burst of cockiness, but he loves it because he has you back. He missed you more than anything. Missed the smartass side of you mostly though. With his large hands he squeezes your hips and pecks your nose chastely, knowing that the both of you wish for more than just that. But he's not going to mess this up, he can’t because you’re his lifeline and all he has left and he can’t spend one more minute without being encompassed by the thrill of your love. So he takes it slow. “Let me get another drink before you start with all your smart science shit, baby.”

As he turns to go grab the bottle of Riesling he’s been planning on splitting with you if he was ever lucky enough to get you back, you slap his ass and take childish happiness in the way he yelps in surprise. Your hands curl over his shoulders and run down his slender chest before he surprises you himself by turning around and lifting your chin with just three fingers, capturing your lips in what has to be the world’s best reunion.

Your laughs taste better than any alcohol he’s ever been able to get his hands on, a high rushing through him like he’s never experienced from full house parties or running midnight in the freezing ocean. Because your love will always melt him at the end of the day. And he will always be your savior. He is your Prince Charming, after all.

He groans into your mouth and you allow his tongue to caress your lips open. A symphony of pure harmonious care and adoration surrounds you. Your hands card through the short curly blond hair that sits wet and unkempt on his head, tugging when he nips at your bottom lip. His arms tighten around your waist to pull you in closer to his body, molding your skin together like puzzle pieces just slotting together in the most pleasing way. There’s nothing remotely sexual about it because it’s just love. You are in love.

It looks like you’ll end up staying the night after all.

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For your Wish me Away series, does mari have different nicknames given to her by everyone and if she does what are they? I know there were a few mentioned, like Selina calls her kitten and Jason probably calls her pixie pop, but do other people give her nicknames? I love your Au, it's probably one of my favorites!

Aaaaaaa thank you so much!!!

Yes she does actually! She has a lot of nicknames given to her so I shall compile a list!

Bruce: Princess, Etta, Baby girl, Sweetie, boy pulls out every endearment he can for his youngest daughter to be honest.

Selina: Kitten, Baby bat, Etta, Little One, My baby, Pancake (an alternate to short stack and Selina thinks it's cute just like her), Darling

Alfred: Darling girl, Sweetheart, Sous Chef, Dumpling, Etta, Mari, Little One, Mini Bat, Little Lady, Ladybird

Barbara: Smarties, Kit Kat, Baby Girl, Mari, Kiddo, Gremlin #2 (when Mari messes with her electronics),

Dick: Baby sis, Kiddo, Mari, Cake Pop, Princess, Peanut, Magical Girl (especially when she was a child using all the Miraculi), Baby batcat, Spots, Maribird

Jason: Pixie, Short Stack #2, Mini Menace, Little Red, Baby Bug, Little Lady, Houdini (because she just disappears sometimes), Girlie, Mari

Tim: Coffee Bean, Kiddo, Mari, Maribird, Buggie, Petit chou (little cabbage), Bâo Bâo (baby),

Damian: Sokar (sugar), ʾḫt ṣuġrā (younger sister) , tifl alkhafafish (baby bat), Mari, Little One, Baby bird, Minietta,

Steph: Cutie Pie, Macaron, Mari, Sweetie, Honey,

Cass: Bâo Bâo, Xiǎo biānfú (little bat), Precious, Baby sis, Dumpling, Mari

Duke: Minibat, Kiddo, Mari, Biscochito, Trouble Maker, Baby sis, Button, Fun Size,

Rogue List because they do run into her as a baby

Harley: Pigtails, Little Fox, Foxtrot, Doll, Darling, Baby girl

Ivy: Flower, Honeybee, Little One, Baby Bee

Joker: Mini Mouse, Whiskers, Baby Bat, Vermin, Little Shit, Mighty Mouse

Riddler: MENACE, Bane of My Existence, Bully, Gremlin, Scales

#wish me away ask #mldccrossover batfam #mldccrossover Marinette Dupain-Cheng | Ladybug #marietta wayne #maribat #mldc #ml x batfamily #ml x dc #mldccrossover gotham rogues

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aithusarosekiller · 2 years

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Marauders era characters as the main pet name they would use for their partner and why, featuring my favourite ships:

Yes these are mainly in the context of my personal ships but it doesn’t really matter.

Remus: Love. Why? It's simple, it’s cute, it’s not overly soppy. It’s very Remus.

Sirius:

Sugarplum.

Why? It’s cheesy, it’s fucking annoying, it makes anyone who hears it want to hit their head off a fucking wall. (I also like the idea of them calling Remus moonbeam, that shit is cute asf)

James:

Baby.

Why? It’s very hit-or-miss, some people love it, some people hate it. Reggie hates it, that’s why he says it so often. It’s cute though and he likes it so Regulus puts up with it.

Pete:

Romance is for the weak. Acearo icon. He calls his close friends darling though and that is cute.

Lily:

Agrees with Peter. Who the fuck needs romance? That shit is dumb asf.

Marlene:

My Darling One and Only

Why? It’s over the top, it kind of embarrasses Cas and she loves that about it, there is literally no need for it to be that soppy but it is. Literally the definition of Marls.

Dorcas:

Hon

Why? It makes Marls blush and it is nice and simple. It makes her think of cute little honeybees and that makes her think of Marlene. Fucking adorable.

Mary:

None. Again, she is too aro for that shit. Though she’ll sometimes call a sexual partner ‘babe’ but she also calls her friends that so...

Alice:

Babe

Why? I don’t know, do I need a reason?

Frank:

Boo.

Why? It drives Alice fucking insane. They hate it. So much. But he thinks Alice looks hot when they are angry so it’s okay.

Pandora:

Sweetiepie

Why? Look me in the eye and tell me that is not the most Pandora Lovegood thing ever. It’s sweet, it’s a little soppy and xey can shorten in down to sweetie if xe is using it for xer friends

Regulus:

Fucking arsehole shitface Darling

Why? Well I think it is pretty obvious that he would use it in a patronising way. Just ‘darling, please come down from the roof, nobody wants to hear your little concert, okay?’ Oh and James loves it and he likes seeing Jamie happy

Barty:

Buttercup.

Why? I don’t know, it just fits. He would call everyone else ‘darling’, ‘dear’ and ‘sweetheart’ so he needed to pick something different and settled with that. I also like the idea of ‘Rosebud’ for Ev but I think that’s just my rosekiller hanahaki fic making me obsessed with that idea

Evan:

Darling

Why? He just would. It’s cute. It’s simple. It’s nice to say. He’s a romantic so it fits.

Snape:

Snape? With a partner? Yeah, right.

#it just makes sense #jegulus #starchaser #rosekiller #wolfstar #fralice #dorlene

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moon--cakes · 3 years

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wolfstar headcanons

after poa, remus and sirius actually got back together but harry didn’t notice until they told him bc he’s just as oblivious as james, he also didn’t notice dean and seamus were together until ginny told him that they got engaged a few years after the battle

after they told james abt wolfstar he finally understood why he had seen them in empty abandoned classrooms in the map

remus is abt 16cm taller than sirius (1’88 and 1’72 respectively), so sirius trying to kiss remus and him just stopping that hyper mess by pushing his forehead with their index (“MOONY!! JUST GIVE ME A KISS”)

remus greeting sirius with forehead kisses

sirius burying his face in remus’ neck bc they’re the perfect height to do that

remus just back-hugging sirius (which sends him into flustered mode)

james, marlene and peter teasing sirius when he gets flustered bc of remus

remus and sirius going together to their last valentine’s day balls bc they’re the power couple™ as well as marlene and dorcas (bc in my version they had these every year)

in my version they learn how to brew amortentia in early 5th year, so sirius and remus are doing their potion when sirius says “merlin, moons, are you carrying your entire stack of chocolate?” to what he would respond “says the one who isn’t able to hide the dog fur smell” while literally looking down at him and peter is abt to speak when james stops him and whispers “no no, let them take their time” while lily and mary try not to laugh besides them

remus is the smoothest mf on earth but he plays innocent in front of everyone and sirius is the complete opposite, it’s actually quite easy to fluster him, so remus just whispers things to them making them go bright red and remus just has the biggest grin bc they know that he’s the flirt™ of the relationship (sirius also does that to them but remus knows how to fake that he’s fine)

sirius and remus walking around the castle holding hands everyday

remus calling sirius things like love, darling, sweetheart, my love, beautiful, gorgeous and baby which basically melt him

remus refusing to give sirius lovebites bc werewolf wounds never heal except for 2 single marks, one on his left collarbone and the other one right where their neck and her right shoulder join, that sirius insisted for months to get

remus had to stop sirius once from committing arson

james had to stop sirius from literally barking at a girl that was flirting with remus. he was ready to do anything until they saw how remus rejected her by saying "i don't think my boyfriend would like me going out with you, m'sorry"

sirius had a tattoo of the moon that changed according to its phases

remus rejected A LOT of people bc everyone was in love with him but they only had eyes for sirius

sirius used to sing good old-fashioned lover boy by queen to remus

sirius and remus got matching necklaces, sirius got a moon and remus the canis major constellation (it was remus’ idea and sirius almost cried when he gave him the necklace

when remus brought sirius home and presented him as his boyfriend lyall and hope were extremely happy for their kid bc they had never seen remus so happy

sirius bought promise rings for them and remus for their first anniversary bc he’s cheesy but remus loves that

remus and sirius would cuddle and have late night talks basically every single night

minerva used to refer to sirius with remus’ last name jokingly and called them the lupin couple, this made both of them extremely happy

#marauders #marauders era #marauders headcanon #remus lupin #wolfstar #sirius black #remus x sirius

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mm2305 · 3 years

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All That Matters

Characters/pairings : Ethan Ramsey & Olivia Valentine

Words/Genre : 2.8 K / Angst , Romance

Warnings : mentions of death,injuries

Summary : Olivia gets seriously injured. How does Ethan react?

A/N : Hello again! This fic was written per @groovypalacehorselover ‘s request. This is the first time I’m attempting to write angst , so I hope this comes out good enough. A big THANK YOU to @romewritingshop for her help in editing this. Moodboard inspired by @potionsprefect 's ones.

Disclaimer : all characters and pictures belong to the rightful owners

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Enjoy!

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Ethan was frantically rushing through the hospital corridors. Dread and anxiety flooded his mind that he could barely breathe. There was no way he would allow it to stall him. Pushing himself to go as fast as he could to get to the farthest wing of the hospital, he slammed the double doors ahead open.A group of interns were nattering amongst themselves,oblivious to the frantic attending approaching them. A thundering voice broke them out of their trance.

"OUT OF MY WAY!", he boomed at them, as he was approaching closer.

The interns, startled by him, broke apart allowing him to pass through them. What made them wonder though, was the clear, unadulterated emotion in his eyes. He looked as though his world was slowly crumbling around him. And they weren't wrong.

2 Hours Earlier

Olivia was finishing up her rounds for the day. In a few hours she’d be home, snuggled with her favorite throw blanket, watching a movie on Netflix while Ethan would complain incessantly about her taste in movies. She had to visit her last patient, a sweet seven year old boy named Nathan.

His diagnosis was a difficult case to solve and this made young Nathan restless. His mom came to stay with him in the evening but she had to go to work early in the morning. The poor boy was often bored out of his mind, taking adventurous strolls through the hospital, without telling anyone. There were several instances that she and a few nurses had to track him down, but still Nathan continued doing that. She couldn’t really blame the poor kid. Today was just one of those days.

Olivia walked to the nurses' desk, to ask about Nathan.

"Hello Sarah, did you happen to see Nathan? I think he snuck out of his room again."

"Dr Valentine! No, I haven't. Maybe you should ask Mary. She might have an idea where Nathan is.", The nurse replied with a soft smile.

"Okay, thank you!"

She left the reception in search of Mary. Before long, she found her in one of the halls.

"Hi Mary, I was wondering if you've seen Nathan?", She inquired politely.

"Dr Valentine! I was just looking for you. I think I saw the kid heading towards the halls leading to the new wing."

"The new wing? Isn't that under construction?", Olivia asked, an audible tremor in her voice.

"Yes?"

"Oh God! Come on! We need to find him now!", she said, a feeling of worry and dread filling her. The new wing Bloom designed was essentially a plan to enlarge the facilities available for research. From what she heard, it wasn't safe to roam around the place without any safety gear. It was too dangerous to go there, especially for a young boy like Nathan, but she won’t let him fall to harm.

After a few minutes of darting around and asking everyone they encountered, Mary and Olivia got the same response. They saw a kid among these halls at some point. By the time they reached the site, Olivia and Mary began calling for him.

"Nathan? Are you here?"

"Nathan? Nathan come here, it's me, Dr Olivia"

No answer. Either he wasn't here or he just couldn't hear them clearly. The two women began to slow down their pacing steps as they carefully tread through the congested building site, all while calling for the young boy.

"Dr Oliv?", They heard a small shaky voice calling.

Olivia knew it was him and rushed towards the direction of the voice. Mary, hot on her heels, noticed him first.

"He's there!", She exclaimed, running to his side and checking over him for any injuries.

Olivia began walking towards them, relieved that Nathan was okay,when she heard a cracking noise. She quickly realized that the wall, they were close to, was about to collapse! With a sudden burst of adrenaline, she rushed towards them and pushed them away from the wall. She smiled softly at them before she heard a bigger *crack* and everything went black.

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MEANWHILE

Ethan was sitting at his computer, in his office, looking through files and updating the information onto his computer. Truth be told though, he was too distracted by a certain resident to concentrate on his current task.

Him and Olivia have been together for a little more than three months and he was happier than he had been in a long time. She really had the power to turn the worst of days better with just a smile.

She started coming to his house after work, in fact it’s almost like she had permanent residence in his heart and place. She spent most of the time there with him, just being together. Cooking, watching tv, playing ridiculous board games she always won. It was all very domestic and Ethan always felt his heart swell with love for her, at how at ease she felt being with him, in the place he now considered a home.

Glancing at the clock, he realised their shifts would end soon but he was too impatient. With a soft sigh, he turned off his computer and walked out of his office ,towards the front desk.

"Good afternoon, have you seen Dr. Valentine?", he asked a nurse he knew she frequently talked to.

"Dr. Ramsey! Yes, she was here a little while ago, she was looking for her young patient, Nathan. He has a habit of sneaking out of his room, you see - Wait a minute please!", she paused to answer the phone.

"Bloom Edenbrook Hospital how can I help you? Mary? What?! I’m sending the team right away!"

The woman, Sarah, turned to Ethan with a flurry of panic coursing in her eyes.

"Dr Ramsey, it was the nurse who was with Dr Valentine. They found the boy at the construction site! When they reached for him… a nearby wall collapsed on them!"

"What!? Oh my… No no no… Wh-What else did she tell you? Tell me!", he demanded, his eyes glossed with panic, the usual pink hue of his face drained as he turned as white as a sheet, his breathing in short stuttered gasps.

"Olivia ... was hit worst." Sarah whispered on the verge of tears.

"Page Mirani, Delarosa and the best nurses this damn hospital has! Understood! I'm going there now!"

Before she had a chance to reply, he was already off in search of his Olivia.

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PRESENT TIME

Ethan continued running through the maze of corridors, his eyes full of unshed tears.

"Not her, please not her! Don't take her from me! Please!", Ethan wasn't by any means a religious man, but the fear of losing the woman he loved made him pray to whoever could hear his agonized thoughts. The one person on this earth for whom he would give anything for, was again in grave danger. Memories from the last time she was at the brink of death flooded his mind, knocking the breath out of his lungs. How fragile she looked and to know he couldn't do anything to save her, other than watch her become progressively weaker and her radiant smile, the one that could lighten up a whole room, fade away. "No, don't do this right now Ethan. Focus on her. Only her.", he thought, nodding to himself while pushing the last hurdle of doors open. His eyes quickly scanned the room, trying to locate her.

He finally saw her.

She was lying on the floor pieces of rubble around her. She was unconscious, her eyes closed, her golden hair around her face. As he rushed to her side, whilst avoiding the scattered materials, he saw a small patch of blood on the side of her head.

He knelt beside her, being careful not to move her, in fear of causing more damage to her body. He took her small, still warm, hand in his and softly began to stroke her cheek and hair.

"Darling? Olivia? It's me, Ethan. Please Olivia, can you hear me?", his voice wavered at the sight of her blood on his fingers from stroking her hair and a few tears were finally breaking through.

Her eyes fluttered as a soft little gasp left her lips.

"E-Ethan?", she whispered, her voice hoarse and barely audible.

"Yes, Love it's me."

"I… it hurts.. I can't…", she croaked but it was too difficult for her to breathe properly, the dust hovering in the air wasn'tmaking this any easier. Ethan noticed this and pushed her head slightly back, to allow her to breathe better.

"Shh darling I know… I'm here love, I'm not going anywhere...Please sweetheart don't give up on me… please…I can't lose you", Ethan whispered, stroking her cheek softly, trying to be strong for her.

Olivia fell unconscious once again, her chest taking short ragged breaths. He pried his eyes away from her to look around the room. A woman was in the corner with a crying child in her arms, trying to comfort him.

" Hi… Are you okay? Did you get hurt?" he asked them as he approached them.

"Nothing too bad. Might just be a sprained wrist and a couple of scratches. Nathan’s fine too, just shocked. Dr. Valentine…. she … she got the worst of it.", she replied with tears in her eyes.

Ethan didn't have a chance to reply as the team arrived. They immediately got down to work, not even hesitating to lose a minute, paying Ethan no attention.

"Get her on the gurney carefully! One mistake and you're fired!" Zaid commanded, with a fiery stern voice at the team of nurses.

"Zaid, she's got a cut on the side of her head and she's bleeding. I don't see anything too serious but we should order a scan. Shortness of breath indicates one or two fractured ribs and her left ulna and radius might be broken, given the swelling.", Ines said with evident concern and fear thick in her voice.

"Let's get some scans and see exactly what's going on", Zaid replied, trying to be as calm as possible, in this case. Olivia was his colleague,but more importantly she was his friend and he wouldn't allow anything to happen to her. Not on his watch.

"I'm coming with you!", Ethan interrupted their conversation.

"You're not in the right state of mind to help her now!"

"Zaid’s right about this. She needs you to be calm and focused when she wakes up.", Ines told him resting a comforting hand on his shoulder.

Ethan had no choice but to reluctantly agree.

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Several hours later, Ethan was pacing anxiously in front of the room Olivia was checked into. The night doctors were there checking on her. As soon as they heard what happened, her friends joined Ethan in the waiting room, to hear news about her condition. Sienna when she saw her best friend in that state, immediately broke down, Aurora and Elijah trying to comfort her. Bryce, Rafael and Jackie, were mostly silent, their minds running through endless scenarios of what could happen to the most courageous woman they knew.

She had a broken hand, three broken ribs; one of which was pressing too close to her lung; causing her difficulty in breathing smoothly. This required a minor surgery, which was conducted by Harper herself. She wouldn't let anyone else touch the woman she had come to consider a friend. Her head injury, thankfully, wasn't too bad, but there was a possibility of a mild concussion. The whole hospital was there to help Olivia in whatever way she needed. From nurses to interns to anyone she had always been kind to.

Now, Ethan was waiting outside of her room alone, because her friends left a few minutes ago. She wouldn't wake up for a few hours and they made sure she would be completely okay before they left. Besides, they knew that Ethan wouldn't leave her side. That is, once he got to finally see her.

Thirty agonizing minutes later, he was finally allowed to go into her room. His eyes glided across her small form on the hospital bed. The side of her head was wrapped in white gauze, because of the injury there. Her left arm was in a cast and placed on a pillow to make her more comfortable. She was hooked to an IV, her body seeming too delicate on the hospital bed. Her face was in a serene slumber, her body was still under the influence of the drugs she was given during and after her surgery.

Ethan took her soft hand in his, kissing her knuckles and looking tearfully at her.

"My love… You scared me so so much… When that nurse told me you were hurt… I thought I was going to lose you. Again.", He started talking to her, even though she couldn't hear him, he was baring his heart to her. Letting the tears he was holding on to fall.

"Finding you there, lying unconscious… was unbearable. Knowing that you may be gone forever, never being able to touch you, or see your beautiful smile, hear your awful jokes again… I’ve never believed in a higher power, but if there is a being that saved you, then I am grateful. Because, without you, none of this matters. You're my whole world Oliv. And this world means nothing to me if you’re not here darling", he finished , laying a soft kiss on her lips.

He stayed with her for a few hours, having no intention of leaving her, but Naveen forced him to go get a coffee and something to eat. Of course, Naveen promised he would stay there with her while Ethan was away.

On his way back to her room, he encountered Leland Bloom. "Great, just who I wanted to see", Ethan thought, resisting the urge to roll his eyes.

"Ah Dr. Ramsey. I was just coming to find you. How is Dr. Valentine?", he asked with a facade of interest.

"She’s in her room resting. Still unconscious though, because of the anesthesia from her surgery. Now if you'll excuse me", Ethan curtly replied, walking past Leland, anxious to return to her room.

"I was hoping to come with you, actually. I wanted to ask you, will she make a full recovery?"

"Not that it's any of your business, but yes, in a couple months she will probably be alright.", Ethan gritted his teeth, retraining his seething anger at how intrusive this man could be.

"Probably? You're not certain? If her recovery takes so long, then she will be left behind in the hospital's advances. Pity… she was actually going to be one of the key assets to the progression of the hospital's success.", Leland said, not having noticed or probably caring about Ethan's expression.

Ethan couldn't believe what he was hearing. The way he spoke of Olivia. His Olivia. A human being, as though she was nothing but a tool to be used. He clenched his fists, blood coursing through his veins, ears ringing, face and neck flushed red with anger, trying to resist the immense urge to punch him square in his arrogant face.

"How DARE you talk that way about a human being who was seriously hurt? She could have been fucking killed and all you have to say is that she would be an asset to the success of the hospital? What kind of person are you, really? Do you see anything beyond your own selfish, moronic advancements?", Ethan turned to him abruptly, almost roaring, all the pent up emotions escaping him in this outburst towards this man.

Leland was stunned at his outburst, mouth gaping open for a second before he recollected himself. The two of them had become the center of attention as the nurses and doctors were forming a small circle, staring at the two men.

"I would best advise you against speaking to me like that Dr. Ramsey. I'm the one who is in charge here and I expect you to treat me with respect. Now, I understand you are under pressure right now since your partner was hurt, so I'm willing to look past this little tantrum. See you soon, Dr Ramsey." he replied, walking away from Ethan, who was stalking his way down the corridor to Olivia’s room, unbothered by Bloom’s words.

The only person in this world whose words mattered, laid in a hospital bed right now, and he vowed he would not spend any more precious time away from her. Because despite what life throws at them, all that matters is that his Rookie ... his Olivia ... his true love will be alright. They will be alright. Together.

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Thank you for reading !!!

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