#{ *five millions years later* I am just now getting to this ask. }

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Batting Practice Part 26 | Rooster x Reader

Summary: In the aftermath of the proposal, Bradley wants to make sure all three of you are on the same page. And as happy as you are, you're still having a hard time deciding how to best merge your past with your future.

Warnings: Fluff, smut, angst and swearing

Length: 4800 words

Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Female single!mom Reader

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Bradley held you in the grass for a long time while you clutched that baseball in your hand. He couldn't remember another time he felt so calm as Everett ran around in the grass tossing a ball up in the air and catching it. 

"Will you move in now?" you asked, setting your heart covered baseball in the grass and running your fingers along Bradley's mustache and stubble. "Ev and I both really want you to."

"Yeah, Kitten. I'll move in," he promised. "Right after the three of us have a conversation about expectations, okay? It's really important to me that we're all on the same page."

"Oh my god," you groaned, crawling up his body to get better access to his lips. "How are you this perfect?"

"I just needed to get my priorities straight," he said between kisses. "I never meant to hurt you like I did before, you know that, right? I just never in a million years thought that I'd meet anyone like you and Ev and fall in love so hard."

You just whimpered and snuggled up on him again. But once Everett started bugging to play baseball again, you pulled Bradley to his feet. This time Bradley put on the catcher's gear and let Everett pitch to you, which was honestly pretty funny. 

"Am I good enough to play on the rec league, too?" you asked as you missed another pitch.

"No," Bradley and Everett replied in unison as you laughed. 

"But that's okay, Mommy! Bradley loves you anyway even though you aren't that good at baseball."

"That's true," Bradley replied, removing the mask when they were done playing. "Being good at baseball was not a prerequisite. She just needed to understand and appreciate our love of the Phillies," he added, giving Everett a high five.

"Can we come to your game?" Everett asked, eyes wide as Bradley scooped him up along with his gear bag. You carried the bucket of balls back to the Bronco with your special ball right on the top of the pile. 

"Kiddo, you can come to as many games as you want. And later today or tomorrow, we can talk about me moving into your house, okay?"

"Okay!"

"But I'm not going to stay in the extra bedroom," he said seriously. "So we can talk about that too." He wanted Everett to understand that he wasn't going anywhere, and that he was going to marry you as soon as he could. As soon as you wanted to. 

Once he got Everett buckled in, he helped you load everything into the back. You had some grass stains on your shirt, and your clothes were all rumpled, and Bradley was so in love with all of it.

"Come here," he whispered with a smile as you slipped into his arms right where you belonged. "Can we get married tomorrow?" You laughed and he buried his face against your neck. "Please, Kitten? I'm dying for it now!"

"Bradley, we've been engaged for an hour."

"That's a pretty long time," he replied, enjoying the feel of your hips in his hands. 

"We can talk about this later." You giggled and kissed him until Everett started whining that he was starving for lunch.

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The Independence Day party at Maverick's hangar was in full swing by the time the three of you arrived in the Bronco. There was almost nowhere to park, but Bradley found a spot next to Bob's truck. 

"Bob came?" you asked, eyeing his truck. "I think Molly's working today. Something about double overtime."

"I don't know why she didn't just take the day off," Bradley mused, killing the engine. "Does she really need the extra pay? It's not like Bob isn't her glorified sugar daddy now."

"What's a sugar daddy?" Everett asked from the backseat.

You glared at Bradley and muttered, "Yeah, Bradley. Try explaining that one to a seven year old."

He had the decency to look a little concerned before turning back to look at your son. "Uh... I think that Bob bought a lot of candy for your Aunt Molly."

"Ohhh," Everett replied. "Yeah, that makes sense, because she likes snacks. Do you think he'd buy some for me, too?"

Bradley cleared his throat and nodded slowly. "I think so. Just as long as you don't call him a sugar daddy," he muttered.

"Ev, why don't you go say hi to Bob and Natasha," you said, pointing out the window. "I see them right there. But don't tell anyone about the baseball ring yet, okay?"

"Okay!" Ev called, and then you and Bradley were alone in the front seat, and you started laughing.

"Really? A sugar daddy?" you asked.

"I'm sorry, Kitten! I'm still new to all this dad stuff."

Your lips parted in a soft smile as you unbuckled your seatbelt and crawled toward your fiance. "But you're already really good at it," you told him when he welcomed you onto his lap. "It's like you were tailor-made for us."

You kissed along Bradley's neck and he pulled you snug against him. "The two of you are perfect for me," he grunted, watching the sunlight catch your diamond ring. "Let's get married soon?"

"Okay," you agreed, your lips teasing his ear. 

"Did Danny ever give you a ring?" he asked, unable to help himself. 

"No. And I should have never married him. He obviously didn't want to but felt obligated to."

"I hate that guy," Bradley growled. "I'll be so much better."

"You already are," you promised him. "But would you mind if we don't tell anyone we're engaged yet?" you asked, and Bradley pulled away from you. He watched you remove your ring and reach for the glovebox. 

"Why not?" he asked, clearly upset as you put the ring inside and closed it.

You quickly placed a dozen little kisses at the corner of his mouth. "I want to tell Molly first. That's all."

"Oh," he replied, nodding as he rubbed his hands along your legs. "Sure, Kitten. We can tell Molly first."

You liked how he said we, like you were all part of a team now.

"I love you, Coach," you whispered, kissing him before you hopped down out of the driver's door and into the hot sunlight. Bradley jumped down behind you with his hand at your back, and he led you toward Everett.

"Mommy! Can we get changed and go play in the splash pad? Please?" he begged just as Nat strolled up and gave Bradley a kiss on the cheek. 

"I'll take him over," she said. "I've already got my bathing suit on, and Mav set up some changing stalls."

"Thanks, Nat," you replied, handing Everett his swim bag. 

"Kitten," Bradley groaned, wrapping his arms around you. "It's killing me not to tell her we're engaged."

You giggled and tucked your hand up inside his shirt. "You can tell her tomorrow, okay? Just let me tell Molly first."

Bradley just melted into your touch. He had his hands all over you the rest of the day as you ate burgers and chatted with everyone. He even ducked inside the tiny changing tent with you, kissing you all over as you tried to put on your leopard print bathing suit.

"I haven't seen this since the tee ball swim party," he groaned, slipping his index and middle fingers underneath the strap at your shoulder and pulling you closer. "I love it when you dress up like a kitten for me."

You bit your lip. "I did wear this to the pool party just so you'd notice it."

"Mmm," he hummed, letting his fingers stroke your nipple through the fabric. "Oh... I noticed it, Baby."

You let his hands slip lower to your hips. "And now, after you move in, I can dress up for you all the time."

"Fuck," he groaned, his lips finding the pulse point in your neck and sucking gently. "Please, let's get married next week."

You laughed softly and shook your head. "We'll talk about it later, Coach. You need to get changed so we can go splash with Ev." Then you brushed his erection softly with your hand before ducking outside. 

When you walked away, you heard him cursing softly, and the smile on your face felt like it was stuck there permanently. You were getting married. A second time. To Bradley. A man who loved your son every bit as much as he loved you. And he wasn't afraid to show it or talk about it. He wasn't afraid to let you know what you meant to him. You had never experienced anything like this before.

"Mommy!" Ev called out, soaking wet and holding up two water balloons.

"Don't you dare!" you told him, but he just held one out to you.

"Let's get Bradley," he whispered, looking past you. When you turned, you saw him heading your way in his swim trunks, pushing his aviators up on his nose. 

You nodded at Everett. "Absolutely." And then you watched as your balloon managed to hit Bradley in the shoulder right after Everett's hit him square in the chest.

Bradley looked up in shock. "Oh, it's on," he growled, and you tried to hide behind Everett as Bradley stormed closer with a playfully angry look on his face. 

"We need more balloons!" Everett screamed, pulling you toward a large bucket filled with them. Then the two of you launched dozens of water balloons at Bradley. Everett's accuracy was a lot better than yours, and Bradley pretended he was getting more and more wounded with each balloon he took to his body.

"You're too good!" he gasped at Everett, dropping to his knees on the splash pad while Everett laughed. Then he ran over and tackled Bradley with a big hug. You could hear Bradley tell him, "Hey, your pitches are looking great, kiddo," while Everett hugged him around the neck. "So proud of you."

"Thanks, Coach," Everett replied, and Bradley kissed him on the top of his head before scooping him up and standing. 

"But I don't know if I can trust the two of you now," Bradley said, squeezing your butt as he walked toward the sprinkler. "Some family you turned out to be. Getting me soaked before I was ready." He walked into the spray of water, and you listened to Everett scream with laughter as Bradley got both of them even more soaked.

Then Nat and Bob joined in, and you wished Molly was here. Because you had to be the one to remind Bob to put on more sunblock in her absence. And you didn't want to text her a picture of your ring, you wanted to tell her in person about it. You wanted her to see it and be excited for you. 

If she had the day off tomorrow, you'd try to stop by after work and tell her. But for now you'd just enjoy the rest of the first day of your engagement. You ran toward the sprinkler and wrapped your arms around Bradley.

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"That's a familiar sight," Maverick said as the sun was dipping lower in the sky. Bradley gave him a funny look as he held a very sleepy Everett in his arms. "It's just that you look so much like Goose. And Everett looks like he could be your son." The words hit Bradley right in the heart.

"I want him to be," he managed, voice raspy with emotion. 

Mav nodded and grinned before looking at the ground. "You picked a good one." Bradley looked where Mav tilted his head and saw you talking to Bob. "Well, both of them."

He held Everett a little tighter as he slept, head on Bradley's shoulder. "Thanks."

Mav patted him on the back as he took Everett to the Bronco where he started to stir. "Where are we going?" he asked in a sleepy little voice that made Bradley smile.

"Home. You can sleep until we get there. Gonna watch fireworks on the back deck and have a snack."

Everett just nodded and then fell back asleep, his head tipped to the side. Bradley buckled him in and waited patiently for you to finish saying goodbye to Bob. 

"You think he'll be my brother-in-law someday?" you asked with a laugh as you climbed in next to Bradley and glanced back to check on Everett. 

"You know," Bradley said, scratching his chin as he started the engine, "yeah, I do."

"Good," you replied, opening the glove box as Bradley drove down the long drive to the main road and turned toward the sunset. He breathed a sigh of relief as you slid your ring back onto your finger and examined it in the golden light.

"It's so pretty," you whispered, taking Bradley's hand in yours. "Thanks for letting Ev help pick it out."

Bradley scoffed and squeezed your fingers gently. "You think I could have done it without him? Not a chance. I almost texted Molly for final approval."

Your laughter filled the Bronco, and Bradley smiled as he got on the highway toward your house. "She would have ruined the surprise!"

"I figured," he mumbled, kissing your knuckles. "Better to keep it a secret between the boys."

You were quiet for a little while as Bradley drove. Eventually you turned toward him and whispered, "I do think we should get married pretty soon."

"Yes," he agreed. "We're both off on Saturday...."

"Please!" you laughed. "I didn't have a real wedding before. So I'd like to plan something this time. Nothing crazy, but a real wedding would be so nice." Your voice was soft and dreamy. 

"Anything you want, Kitten. Anything. I mean it. I'm already getting the things that are most important to me: you and Ev. So whatever and whenever works for me." 

When Bradley pulled into your driveway and thought about how he'd be living here soon enough, you unbuckled your seatbelt and climbed into his lap.

"Watch it, Kitten," he whispered as you rubbed yourself against him. "We've got company, Baby." 

"I know," you replied softly, kissing his lips. "I just love you so much, and today has been kind of wild, but I want you to know that I can't wait to marry you."

The way your hand slid up to rest over his heart while you kissed him had Bradley ignoring his own caution. He let his lips and mustache trail along your neck as he reached for the button of your shorts.

"Can we go watch fireworks?" Everett asked through a yawn from the backseat. Bradley closed his eyes and sighed, kissing you one more time.

"Yep," he grunted. "It's almost time." Then he carried Everett inside after you unlocked the door. He got both of you settled on the back deck under a blanket, and then he made some popcorn and carried it out just as the first fireworks lit up the sky. 

Bradley sat next to Everett who held the bowl of popcorn. "This was a really good day," Everett said, the colors reflecting in his eyes.

"I loved today," you added, turning to look at Bradley as you ate some popcorn.

"Yeah," Bradley said with a deep sigh. "I got to spend it with my family."

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Everett was looking a little worse for the wear, snuggled up against Bradley as the fireworks ended. 

"Can we all talk for a minute?" Bradley asked when it was just the three of you sitting quietly under the moon glow. 

"Okay," you agreed as Everett nodded.

"I just wanted to say," Bradley started before pausing for a beat. "Kiddo, I'm going to move in with you and your mom. If that's okay with you."

"Yeah!" Everett cheered, perking up. 

Bradley kissed his forehead. "But I'm not going to move into the extra bedroom, okay? Your mom and I are going to get married, hopefully pretty soon. And I'll move my stuff into her big bedroom."

"Okay," Everertt agreed. "Maybe we can turn the other bedroom into a Phillies room or something."

"Hey, that sounds great," Bradley agreed, laughing as you rolled your eyes. 

You ran your fingers along your son's cheek so that he was looking at you. "Ev, Bradley is going to be part of our family. For real."

"I'm not going anywhere, okay?" Bradley asked, and Everett's gaze snapped back to him. "I'll be around all the time. You understand?"

Everett nodded enthusiastically. "Does that mean you'll be my dad soon?"

Bradley met your eyes, and your heart started pounding. His gaze was questioning, but you weren't sure exactly what you wanted to say here. "He'll be your stepdad, Ev."

Everett still looked a little concerned as he wrapped his arms around Bradley's neck. "Can I call you dad?" he asked Bradley, and you felt tears in your eyes. All you wanted was for your son to have everything he deserved. Your mind was filled with thoughts of Danny and child support and Everett's face in tears.

But Bradley held him tight and nodded against his neck. "If you want to. And if it's okay with your mom."

When Everett looked at you, a smile crept along your lips. "Yeah, it's okay with me."

Then you listened to the two of them in quiet conversation before Bradley took Everett inside and carried him up to bed. You followed them up the stairs but went into your bedroom and let them have a few minutes to themselves. You contemplated changing into something cute to wear to bed with your fiance, but you ended up sitting on the bed wiping away your tears instead. And then after a while, Bradley walked in, and you could tell he had been crying as well. 

He paused next to the bed and you asked, "Are you okay?"

A nod was all you got right away. Then he rasped, "He called me dad. While I got him ready for bed."

"He loves you."

Bradley looked up at the ceiling. "Listen, I had every intention of walking in here and absolutely ravaging my wife-to-be. I swear. But instead, I think I just want to hold you first."

How could anyone possibly disagree with that? You reached out for his hand and pulled him into bed with you and into your arms. "I love you, Coach."

"Fuck, Kitten," he groaned against your neck as you hugged him. "I didn't think I would end up crying so much the day I got engaged. Actually... I never really thought I'd ever get engaged. Especially not to a mom."

You opened your mouth to say something, but he cut you off with his lips on yours. "But you're right, Kitten. I was tailor-made to be with you. And Everett."

Your fingers tangled in his hair as he kissed all of the words from your lips. You were left softly sighing as he stroked your cheeks with his thumbs, the prickle of his mustache on your skin driving you crazy for him.

"I was going to put on something cute to celebrate with you tonight," you whispered. 

"No, no. I love that stuff, you know that. But you're perfect just like this." Bradley kissed you through your grass stained clothing before he started to remove it. "Perfect."

When he took his time like this, it was almost better than when he went wild. Bradley ran his nose along your lace covered breasts, his thumbs grazing your sides, skimming down your ribs. Wordlessly, he moved every bit of your clothing before he pulled his shirt over his head. His skin was hot beneath your hands, and the sound of his heavy breathing filled the space. When his lips met your bare breasts, you whimpered. His big palms were on your hips, holding you in place as you spread your legs wide for him.

His words were too soft, the sound of your whimpering nearly drowning him out as his lips and mustache met the sensitive skin below your belly button. 

"Bradley."

His hands left your body, and you heard him work his zipper down. But then his mouth was on your pussy, kissing and licking you as your fingers tangled in his hair. And he would be here every night with you. When he wasn't deployed, he'd be in bed with you, right here, every night. 

"Bradley," you whispered again, this time with a little sob. You were going to marry him, and he would always be there with you. 

He swiped his tongue slowly up to your clit before kissing you there. "Kitten?"

You pulled him up by his soft hair and wiped away your tears. "I love you." Then his lips were on yours, and you could feel his cock at your entrance. The way your body welcomed every part of him, like you'd been waiting for him, had you wrapping your leg around his waist. He groaned softly against your lips as he sank into you, filling you up. But he didn't move yet. Not for a few minutes. He just stretched you in the most wonderful way while you pulsed around him, and he told you everything he was going to do now that you were engaged.

"I'll move in next weekend, Kitten," he whispered against your neck. "And then I'll start doing your yardwork, because you kind of suck a pulling weeds, Baby."

"Hey," you whined, with a laugh that turned into a moan as he pushed himself deeper inside you. 

"I'll pay half the bills. And I'll make breakfast in the mornings. And you can pack my lunch. And I'll play baseball with Ev, because I love him. And then I'll fuck you all night, because I love you."

His words got ragged as he started to thrust. And as soon as he was moving, his rough hairs harsh against your wet clit, you could feel the pressure building inside you. After a few more strokes, you were whining his name, and he was smiling against your lips. Bradley fucked you slow and steady through your orgasm, drawing it out and making your sweat-slick body shiver beneath him. And he went nice and slow until he was grunting and spilling himself inside you. 

Your fingers dug into the back of his neck as he kissed you hard. "Please don't make me wait too long to marry you. To be Ev's stepdad for real."

"I won't." 

As he panted on top of you, a plan was already forming in your mind. You tried to hold back your grin as you thought about it. Bradley would love it, and so would Ev. If it was even viable. But you'd have Bradley all to yourselves soon enough, and he could help you plan it out. 

A little while later, as you were snuggled up with Bradley, nearly asleep, he whispered, "I told Everett I'd take him to the park tomorrow evening. Thanks for sharing your son with me."

You laughed softly, and then you froze up.

"What's wrong?" he asked, stroking up and down your spine with his rough hand.

You propped yourself up to look at him, unsure if you should even say anything. 

"Kitten. Did I say something wrong?"

"No," you whispered, shaking your head slightly. "It's just that... I never told you this, but I don't want to have anymore kids, Bradley." You bit down hard on your lip as he studied your face. 

He looked a little surprised but not disappointed. "Oh. I mean, I hadn't given it much thought, to be honest. I guess I thought the three of us would be perfect, you know? Happy."

You heaved a sigh of relief and wrapped your arms around him again. "Yeah. The three of us. Happy."

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The following day, after work, you put your ring back on and drove to Molly and Bob's condo. Bradley was picking Everett up from summer camp, and you'd have a chance to talk to your sister alone for a few minutes if Bob wasn't back from base yet.

You knocked on their door loudly before using the key they gave you to let yourself inside. 

"Come in!" Molly called out, and you found her in the living room, under a blanket, eating chips and watching reality TV. "Hi!"

You laughed and plopped down next to her. She looked tired as you kissed her cheek. "They working you too hard?" you asked, running your hand across her forehead. "Molly, you look exhausted."

She yawned and snuggled into your touch. "I'm so fucking tired. These double shifts are killing me. I thought it would be an easier adjustment to all daylight shifts than this! But they keep asking me to pull extra hours, because we're short staffed."

"That's not good," you whispered with a frown as she yawned again. But she just brushed you off.

"I'll be fine after Bob dicks me down and I get a good night's sleep again tonight for work tomorrow."

"Oh, I didn't really need to know that, but thanks?"

She nodded at you with a serious look in her eyes. "I love him. He's the sweetest man in the world. And he has a big cock. I'll be just fine. Don't worry about me."

As you cleared your throat to try to change the subject, Molly reached for your hand and screamed, "What is that?!" She started pawing at your engagement ring, kicking her blanket to the floor and jumping up. "You're getting married!"

You laughed at your wild eyed sister standing in front of you in a sports bra, boxer shorts and mismatched socks. "I'm getting married!" you confirmed, and she screamed again. "He asked me yesterday."

"Oh my god! Bradley really went all in on the ring, huh?" she asked, pulling it off your finger to examine it. "I mean...damn! He probably thought you'd say no if the ring sucked. Look at the size of this thing!"

"I wouldn't have said no!" you told her, laughing as she pretended to be blinded by the sparkle. "Ev helped him pick it out."

Molly screamed again. "Ev helped?! Okay, Bradley can stay forever, I guess."

The two of you were on the floor laughing and sharing the bag of chips when Bob walked in wearing his khaki uniform.

"Mo, it's uniform time, Honey," he said with a grin, but then he saw you on the floor with some chips halfway to your mouth, and he blushed. "Oh... you're here too... that's great." 

"Hey, Bob," you said before shoving the chips in your mouth and standing. "I was actually just leaving, so feel free to have uniform time."

He still looked embarrassed as you patted his cheek. "Oh, um..."

"I just stopped by to tell you both that Bradley and I are getting married. Hopefully pretty soon." You held up your hand, and Bob pulled you in for a hug. 

"Ugh," Molly groaned from the floor. "He's going to be my brother-in-law."

"You just told me how happy you were for me!"

"I am," she confirmed. "I just kind of like to pick on him. It's fun. And easy."

You rolled your eyes and hugged Bob tight. "Stay tuned for a wedding date, okay? I just need to make a few phone calls." Then you turned to leave, but Molly followed you after she kissed Bob.

"You can stay for dinner, if you want."

You smiled and put your high heels back on. "Nah, I don't want to interrupt uniform time."

Molly grinned like the devil, but she said, "I ordered some cute shirts for both of us and Ev to wear to the rec league games. But the Bradshaw on the back of yours is going to have a whole new meaning now! Are you going to ditch Danny's last name?"

"God, yes," you groaned. "As long as it's okay with Bradley."

"And what about Ev?"

You puzzled her question in your mind for a moment. You'd been waiting for the child support from Danny to kick in. But you'd probably be waiting a lot longer. He wasn't going to hand it over to you willingly. But you just knew that Everett was going to want a new last name as well, and honestly it made you want to cry. 

"I'm not sure," you whispered, forcing a smile and kissing Molly one last time. "Go have fun with Bob. I'll see you soon." 

And when you got home, Bradley and Everett were there, eating a pizza they brought back after playing in the park. Bradley jumped up to get a slice ready for you, and you hugged him around his middle while Everett told you about his day.

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Ev called him dad! He's moving in! Thanks to @beyondthesefourwalls and @mak-32

PART 27

Don't forget to check out Bob and Molly in The Curveball!

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Before I Knew [Jake Seresin x Reader] Chapter Five

A Jake Seresin unexpected pregnancy fic

Overview: On your first night after moving to San Diego to spend more time with your brother Bob, you unknowingly have a one night stand with his teammate Jake Seresin. For the first time in his whole life, Bob has a closely knit friend group and you’re desperate not to rock the boat. But an unexpected and unplanned pregnancy upends your world, forcing you and Jake closer together, against Bob’s wishes. What will happen when you find yourself actually falling for the father of your unborn child? 

Pairing: Jake Seresin x Reader; Bob Floyd x Sister!Reader 

Warnings: Pregnancy, cursing, eventual smut, angst

Chapter summary: Jake and Ducky dance around each other the morning after the big fight; Bob overhears a conversation he shouldn't

Masterlist here; previous chapter here

The silence was deafening. Just as Bob opened his mouth to speak, a crack of lightning broke across the sky, the loud bang following a few seconds later. You were used to counting the seconds between lightning and thunder. Back in Tennessee, that was something you learned as a kid, how to tell how many miles away the storm was. That felt like a million years ago. The easy innocence of being a child was a million miles away. 

Jake looked at the floor. Bob looked at you, eyes wide but words caught in his throat. 

You shook your head, tears falling slowly down your cheeks. “I deserve more,” you whispered softly. “We both do.” And then you turned on your heel and walked to the bedroom, locking the door behind you, sealing them out. 

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You could hear Jake in the living room. Pacing. You laid in bed as long as possible, but you had to face the day. Gently, you eased open the door, the bright light of the living room invading your senses. 

“Y/N.” Jake’s voice cracked. You turned to see him standing at the kitchen counter, both hands on the quartz island top. “Listen, about last night—”

You cut him off. “I’m sorry I came over,” you said, picking up your purse from the ground. “It won’t happen again.” 

“It’s OK,” Jake whispered. 

You turned to him. He looked scared. Green eyes soft and warm and terrified. “I need you to know I never meant for this to happen,” you said quietly. “It was an accident. But I’m tired of running from my mistakes. I have to grow up.” 

Jake was quiet. Then, “For what it’s worth,” he said, “I’m sorry.” 

“So am I.” You reached for the door. “I’ll see you later.” 

“Let me drive you home.” 

You shook your head. “I need to walk. Clear my head.” 

He frowned. “Bob’s house is way too far to walk.” 

“I’ll be fine.” You scrambled out of the door before Jake could protest again. The air was fresh and clean the way it can only be after a hard rainstorm. 

Every step felt like a penance. You couldn’t shake the way Bob had looked. So quietly devastated. 

All you could hear was the pounding of blood in your ears, but after a while you felt a presence on your left and you stopped, turning with wide eyes. Jake pulled his Jeep up next to you on the shoulder of the road. “What the hell are you doing here?” you asked. 

“Get in the car.” 

“No.” 

“Get in the fucking car, Y/N,” he demanded. 

“I’m fine walking.” 

Jake sighed. “I can’t in good conscience let the woman pregnant with my child walk by herself on the highway. Now get in the truck. Please.” The last word was strained. You could hear the pain and exhaustion in his voice. Against your better judgment you pulled open the door handle, sliding into the passenger seat. Jake let out a ragged sigh, yanking the car into drive. 

A silence enveloped the car. Just the sound of the bumpy road and the tires screeching against asphalt and your heart pounding in your ears and Jake’s labored breaths on the driver’s side of the truck. You kept your eyes glued to the windshield, his fingers tight across the steering wheel. 

When Jake pulled into Bob’s driveway you gulped. Bob’s truck was there. You hadn’t let yourself think about what would happen when you went back. Jake cut the power and the two of you sat in silence for a moment before he said, “Do you want me to come in with you?” 

“That would be a suicide mission.” 

“I’m not afraid of Floyd.”

“Well you should be.” You unbuckled your seat belt and sighed. “I’ll be fine.” 

“Y/N.” Jake’s hand was hot on yours as your palm slipped against the leather seat and you pulled away, leaving him leaning over the center console in the truck. “You can call me,” he said. “If you want me to pick you up. Or you need to talk.” 

You closed the door. The window was still rolled down, Jake’s face framed perfectly between the metal sides. “I know you’re trying to do what you think is right,” you whispered. “But so am I.” 

You turned before you could see Jake’s face. Inside, the house was dark. A part of you had expected Bob to be sitting in the living room, waiting for you to come home. The way he had when you were a preteen and got home late from your first date. But instead, the house was quiet. Eerily quiet. 

In your room, you sat on the ground, pulling your knees to your chest. 

What had you done? 

***

You had dated a few guys in college, but you thought you were going to marry the last one. 

Peter. He had been tall and handsome. A political science major from Washington. His family were WASPs. They did things like rent out private villas in the US Virgin Islands and go golfing with senators in Chevy Chase. 

He took you home to meet them during spring break of senior year. You hadn’t known what to expect. Surely not a mansion in Palisades overlooking the Potomac. Not a three-story marble foyer and little sisters in Gucci mules with matching sweater sets and cocktails at six o’clock sharp and grandparents who didn’t hug. It was miles and miles away from the life you and Bob lived with your mother — hand-me-down quilts and warm nights by the fire playing Settlers of Catan and reruns of Desperate Housewives on the background as you stirred soup at the stove and summer nights spent frolicking in the tall grass behind your high school with a few bottles of beer and someone’s playlist echoing loudly from the open doors of a parked car. 

Peter lived in an alternate universe. And still, a part of you thought you were going to marry him. 

It wasn’t until a week before graduation when you realized it was over. 

“I want to be a mom,” you said. Peter looked up from his drink, eyes wide. “Not now,” you rushed out. “But eventually.” 

He set his rocks glass down. “Baby,” he whispered. “I don’t want kids. They’re just not for me.” 

That was the beginning of the end. You watched the light drain from his eyes and he watched the hope leach out of yours. By graduation morning you had broken up, and that afternoon you were one of the first cars to peel out of the parking lot, headed East to Chattanooga, the tears filling your eyes, making it hard to see. 

You had known all along you wanted to be a mother. Have a family. But you had mistakenly thought you’d do it in the right order. First comes love then comes marriage, then comes baby in the baby carriage. 

You had never been so wrong. 

***

Bob was always the first person to apologize after a fight. He would knock on your door with a sleeve of Oreos hidden behind his back as a peace offering or offer to take a midnight drive in the country with the windows rolled down and the music blaring until finally you were calm enough to talk. 

You were the hot head and Bob was the even tempered one. 

Until now. 

For two days you danced around each other. You got up after he had left. He was in his room by the time you came home. You had taken the library job. It was a small library near the beach with a daily reading session for kids that you had volunteered to lead. Even though Bob said it was a waste of your talent and degree, there was something so nice and calm about going into the library and settling into a pile of books, helping to set up the coloring station in the corner, assisting older people with finding the right book or manual. 

On the third day, you came home from the library with a tote bag full of parenting books to find the Dagger Squad in the living room. You stopped dead in your tracks as the room was enveloped in silence. 

One look at their faces and you knew that they knew. Jake was conspicuously absent. 

“Hi,” you squeaked, stepping into the hallway. “I’ll just get out of your way.” 

“Y/N.” Phoenix’s voice cut through the stiff air. “Let’s chat.” 

It felt like a Bachelor moment where the contestant steals the bachelor on a group date. But this time no one else was interested in speaking to you. Least of all Bob, who sat in the corner with his face turned down toward his shoes. 

Outside, the warm air licked at your face. You and Phoenix settled into the two Adirondack chairs Bob had set out on the back deck. She turned to you. “I just wanted to say, congrats.” 

“You know you’re the first person who has said that to me,” you replied. It felt like a weight being lifted off your shoulders. 

“I know Floyd is having a hard time with this,” Phoenix said. “But he’ll come around.”

“What if he doesn’t?” you whispered. 

Her face softened. “He will. He has to. I’ve known Floyd for two years now and there’s only three things I know for sure. First, that Hangman will never beat me in a race. Second, that he might try and hide it but I’m pretty sure Bradshaw’s middle name is Joy. And third, that Bob loves you more than anything in the world. He’s gone on and on about his perfect little sister so much that we all felt like we knew you before you even showed up on North Island.” 

“I’m not perfect,” you said quietly. “Nowhere near it.” 

“Does it matter?” Phoenix asked. “He loves you. You’re the one thing he cares most about.” 

“Then why doesn’t he care that he’s hurting me?”

“He’s too stuck to realize it. He thinks that he let you down.”

“He has let me down,” you said. “Not because he let me get pregnant. That was never his decision to make. His reaction to all of this, that’s the only time I’ve ever felt let down by my brother in my entire life. It’s the one time I’ve ever found myself wondering what a life without him would be like. It’s made a part of me hate him.” 

The sound of the door sliding open caught both of your attention. You and Phoenix turned to see Bob with his head poking out the sliding glass door, ears red, eyes wide. He had heard you.

Every last, terrible word. 

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[rafedaddy01]

Summary: you have been chosen to participate in a love game reality show, will you meet your soulmate?

A/n: trying something new

Not proof read

Congratulations! You have been accepted to star in America’s newest reality show. “Soulmates” In this show you will answer questions based on what you look for in a soulmate and our love scientists will calculate a perfect match, but the catch is you won’t know if Mr. Right is actually the real deal until you exchange I do’s at the alter. Pack a bag and fly over to our studio in Los Angeles so we can get you all started!

I read the acceptance letter I got and my heart starts thudding. I signed up for this as a joke! I didn’t think I’d actually get in. I can’t do this! I can’t be on tv in front of millions of people. My parents will see this, my grandma will see this!

I guess I have no choice. I could either find love or if worst comes to shove, I’ll walk away with a million dollars.

I pack a suitcase full of clothes that will last me a month and head to the airport.

The producers of this show paid for everything. My ticket, my room, my wardrobe, ect. The only thing I had to do was show up and make a fool of myself on camera.

“Miss Meyer?” I turn my head to see a girl standing with a clipboard and headset.

I clear my throat before I speak “yes”

“Perfect! We’ve been waiting for your arrival. Right this way!” She beams a smile at me and leads me through the studio to the back room where a bunch of other girls are gathered. They all look like supermodels, I definitely don’t fit in here.

One girl with blonde hair and blue eyes smiles at me “you must be Zoey! I’m Alia. Your the last girl that we were waiting for, I heard the staff talking about it” she smiles at me as she extends her right hand.

“Uh, yes, thank you” I smile back and shake her hand. “It’s nice to meet you Alia. This is-“

“Weird?” She asks as we both look over at the other girls chatting away with one another.

We burst into laughter after a moment of silence “I like you” she tells me.

“I like you too”

A few hours later we’re pulled into wardrobe and told we have 10 minutes to get ready for the cameras.

Each of us have our own personal stylist that chooses our clothes, hairstyle and makeup.

“Good afternoon Zoey. I am Makena, your personal stylist throughout the show.” A dark skinned lady with crazy curly hair and brown eyes smiles as I take a seat in her chair.

“Hello” I smile back.

“First things first, let’s choose you an outfit that will knock those men dead! I have the perfect thing!” She leaves for a second and when I look up in the mirror she’s walking back with the most beautiful dress I’ve ever seen.

“Put this on” I stand up and grab the dress from her and walk over to the changing rooms.

Once the dress is on i a stare back at myself in the mirror.

The girl I see right now is not who I was 1 year ago.

When I signed up for the show I had just been cheated on by my ex, I was in a low place and I thought signing up for this would cheer me up. I never actually thought I’d get in but now that I am I’m gonna make the best of it.

I step out and Makena’s jaw drops. “Girrrl, you look fan-fuckin-tastic! I’ve done it again” she praises herself with a quick self-five and motions me to sit back down so she can do my hair and makeup.

My hair is all done and my makeup is done, just in time too. The staff call us out one by one, there’s about 8 girls and all of them look gorgeous. My anxiety starts acting up as we get closer and closer to going on stage.

I hear the host announcing our arrival as the girls in front of me start moving and I follow.

As I step out on stage I spot the cameras and the staff behind them making sure everything is perfect. “Here are our beautiful ladies!” The host turns the attention to us as we all have an opportunity to pose for the cameras.

He goes down the line and introduces all the girls along with some of the things they look for in a partner based on the quiz the producers had us take before coming here. Once he gets to me my heart beats louder as he reads my answers.

“Zoey wants someone who is Empathetic, Honest, and Caring. Zoey had also mentioned that she got cheated on a year ago and is looking for someone to mend her broken heart. She is an gallant, creative, and compassionate soul. Let’s give it up for Zoey Meyer, anything to add Miss Meyers’s” he aims the mic at me and I swallow my never as I speak.

“I want to say that although I may seem like damaged goods I’m here looking for a fresh start just like all of these lovely ladies are, I’m excited to be a apart of this and I can’t wait to see where it takes me. Thank you for having me America!” I end my little speech with a confident smile.

The host nods his head and walks back to his original position before exposing how the game works to the camera and to us once more.

After a few minutes of explaining he announces that it’s time to meet the guys and we will get 30 minutes to speed date as many of them as we can.

We all stand in a vertical like as the men are presented before us and the timer starts.

I lock eyes with a brown haired boy whose body is ripped with muscles, not my usual type but he’s pretty handsome, he stalks his way over to me and I smile at him.

“Hello pretty girl, my names Amir. And you are?” He bows in front of me like I’m a princess and it causes me to giggle.

“Zoey” I say as my cheeks flush. I haven’t flirted in over a year and I really need to up my game.

“So, Zoey, I heard your looking for someone empathetic.?”

“Yes. I think it’s important in a relationship to understand the persons feelings even if you might not agree with them, to be able to be understanding and empathetic is very important to me” I say confidently, I need to establish my boundaries so I don’t get stuck with a abusive prick like my ex was. These guys need to know that I won’t settle.

“That’s very understandable, I agree with you 100%, you should never make someone feel bad about having their own feelings. Especially in a relationship.”

I smile at his response.

There’s a moment of silence before I ask him a question.

“So what are you looking for in a girl? Any special features she has to have?” I snort at my own comment and quickly cover my nose up in embarrassment.

Amir shoots me a cheeky smile and winks

“No special features but I do like women who are brilliant and can keep a conversation going, you don’t have to be smart but to be intellectual about things and able to hold a conversation is very attractive to me” he says as he eyes me up and down.

I nod at his answer, it’s both respectable and honest. I think I like him already.

“You look very beautiful by the way, I love that color on you, it really brings out your brown eyes.” He looks into my eyes and smiles.

I feel my cheeks grow hotter as I blush “thank you” he pushes a strand of my brown hair behind my ear and winks.

“We have a couple minutes on the clock. I hate to depart from you but I can’t hold up the line of guys wanting to talk to a gorgeous girl like you” he leans in and presses a soft kiss to my cheek before walking away.

I stand there flustered for a moment before glancing at the clock, 20 minutes left. Focus.

I talk to a few more guys, some I can’t remember the names of and some were just so boring and trying way to hard.

I have one more guy I have to talk too and honestly I hope he makes up for the try hards that were before him.

“Hi, I’m Rafe” the handsome man smiles at me with his pearly white teeth and as I stare into his ocean blue eyes that twinkle, a bit of mischief and a bit of pain in them.

“Zoey” I say slowly as I shake his hand and feel a spark between us instantly. The room fades away as I stare back at this beautiful god of a man and watch him smile at me.

“You.. okay?” He asks as I come back to reality.

“Huh? Oh, sorry. Think I’m just a little overwhelmed from today. It’s been a long day I think my brains fried” I babble on anxiously as I tend to do and I catch myself “sorry, I talk a lot when I get nervous. People tend to just ignore me, I-“

“Zoey?” Rafe interrupts me and stares at me with a huge smile.

“Hmm?” I say, my cheeks flushing. Great, I already fucked this up.

“I don’t mind the babbling, I think it’s cute. But we only have 5 minutes and I have been trying to walk up to you for the past 25 now” he says as he flashes me his pearly whites.

“Right, sorry” I say hanging my head down in Shame.

“So, question. If you don’t mind me asking. You said you’re looking for someone honest and caring, so why come to a reality show were there’s only people trying to get famous and make money” he asks as he crosses his arms over his body, there not too muscular but there’s enough. Just the right amount.

“Your right. It seems stupid to think you could find actual love on a game show, but I believe in hope, and honestly I signed up for this when I was wasted and drowning my sorrows in chocolate chip ice cream” I laugh at my own sadness.

Just as Rafe opens his mouth to say something the timer goes off.

“That’s time Ladies and Gents! Please find your way back” the host announces as we all scramble back to our original spots.

“Now tonight you will have a chance to couple up with one person that you found a liking too, but before we decide which lady will be picking her soulmate there is an catch. If the guy chosen does not like the girl that picked him and thinks there’s a chance with another one he may turn her down”

We all look at each other and I swallow my nerves, trying to calm the damn butterflies in my stomach.

“Well be back after this short break” the host announces and the camera cut out.

“You all have 5 minutes to drink water, get a snack or use the bathroom” one of the staff members says as we disperse

“Any idea on who you’ll pick?” A brunette with glasses says next to me. “Names Melina, you can call me Mel” she says smiling.

“Zoey, and no. I have no idea who I’m going to pick. There was a few interesting guys I talked too but it’s too early to tell if their just here for money or for something serious” I tell her with a sigh.

“Agreed, anyone of these guys could be a douch bag. But that won’t stop me from climbing into bed with them. Have you seen then? Girl, they are HOT”

We both laugh at her comment and the host announces our 5 minutes are up

“Good luck” Mel squeezes me hand encouragingly before going to stand on her mark.

“Were back, your watching Soulmates. The newest reality dating show and we are just about to let the ladies pick their first couple!”

I twist my hands in anticipation as the host explains how when we were doing to speed dating the audience watching was placing votes on who their favorite girl was and that girl would go first.

“In first place we have… Zoey Meyers! Congratulations Zoey. Come make your choice”

He smiles at me as I stare back in shock. He calls me over with his hand and I walk up slowly. I stare at the men before me and they all smile at me.

I lock eyes with one and I instantly know who I’m picking.

“I pick… Amir”

Everybody claps as Amir walks out of the line.

“I’m glad you picked me, I was hoping you would” he flashes me a smile before intertwining his fingers in mine and walking us back to the line up.

The rest of the girls choose their couple and Rafe ends up with Carolina, a brunette with perfect cheekbones, perfect nose and plump lips that aren’t too big but also aren’t too small. Her eyebrows are arched and frame her face beautifully. Honestly I’m jealous, I don’t know why. I could have chose him but I just felt like he would have turned me down. Plus, he and Carolina look like the dream couple paired up together.

“Now that all our ladies and gents have been coupled up its time to announce phase 2 of our game. You all will be flying to the Bahamas, were you’ll be living on a remote island for one month!” The host says.

I turn to Mel and Alia and see them with their boys and smile. They look like a perfect match. I’m glad to have made some friends here already.

I look up at Amir and he smiles down at me, “you excited to live with me for a month?” He asks.

I tighten my grip on his hand and squeeze “of course”

“Until next time on… Soulmates”

@f4ll-for-you @v21sstuff @rafeysworldim19 @baby19sthings @eventualoptimism @drewstarkeysbae @sevenwivesofrafecameron @rxfecameronsslut @findapenny @r1vrsefx

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[addieisnotawriter]

Confessions to Getting Caught

Ted Lasso x fem!reader

i have no idea what this is, i found this in my drafts and thought ‘what the hell’ and wanted to share this mini drabble that i don’t even remember what i wrote in this lmao

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"You're not leaving!" Ted slammed your office door open, startling you and Colin who was there for a session. You whipped your head towards him with a pissed off look on your face.

"Ted!" You hissed, pointing out that you're in a session.

"Oh hell, sorry." Ted just awkwardly stood there, embarrassed. He scratched the back of his head and then waved at Colin, apologizing to him.

"Go outside and give me five minutes to wrap things up." You muttered, shaking your head.

"Yep, gotcha. Sorry." Ted walks back out, shutting the door behind him as he left.

"Sorry 'bout that Colin. Where were we?" You apologized, giving a smile.

Colin went back to talking and you finished your session ten minutes later. Colin kept repeating his mantra as he left your office while a determined look on his face. You gave a stern look to Ted when you saw him standing there with his hands in his pockets.

"I am so sorry. I didn't know you were in a session." Ted apologized again for the third time.

"Please knock next time." You replied, waving him into your office. He walks in and you shut your door behind you.

"So you heard?" You asked, walking up to him while crossing your arms together.

"Yeah I heard. Why didn't you tell me?" Ted was angry which surprised you. He's always so calm and happy.

"I was going to. But apparently it got around before I could tell you." You replied honestly and calmly.

"I won't let this happen! There's no way in hell you're leaving!" Ted yelled, throwing his hands in the air. He walks away from you, running his hands through his hair and down his face.

"Ted.." You spoke softly, "it was bound to happen. I was only hired to stay on till the end of the season. It's the end of the season, therefore there's no reason for me to stay on." You reasoned with him, hoping it'll calm him down a bit.

"I will talk to Rebecca, get her to hire you for another season!" Ted started pacing, "She'll say yes, she will definitely say knowing it's you. We can-" You cut him off and stopped him by putting your hands on his shoulders, turning him to face you.

"Why are you so hell bent on keeping me here?" You whispered, furrowing your brows at him.

"Because.. I don't want you to leave." He sighed, his eyes softening when he looks at you.

"Why? Ted, if this is about therapy, I can give you names of the best people I know around here to take over. You're going to be fine without me." You spoke softly, letting your hands fall to your sides.

"It's not that. It's.. I-I.." He trailed off, trying to find the words to admit his feelings. He never thought in a million years he would find someone who cared for him as much as you did.

Granted, you were his therapist and that's your job, but there was something different about your relationship with him. You were a friend to him and he wanted you to be more than that, even if it meant having to change therapists.

You ignited something in him that he hasn't felt in a long time, and he wanted more. He felt this way since the day of Rebecca's father's funeral. He just didn't realize those feelings until his conversation with the Diamond Dogs a few weeks after. Though they didn't know you were his therapist in which they said to tell you how he felt but he just played it off. He truly couldn't tell you how he felt because he didn't want to compromise anything. He liked how things were and didn't want anything to change. But now? Now, this was his last chance to say anything before you left.

"I like you. A lot. I have feelings that I probably shouldn't be having but I can't help it. I want you to stay because I can't imagine my life without you." He admits, releasing a heavy breath after.

You stood there stunned. You never thought in a million years he would say something like that to you. You had to admit, you had feelings for him for a long time. But, you played it off and stayed professional with Ted and sometimes friends. Close friends. Though you complained to Keeley and Rebecca that you liked him a lot but couldn't say anything. They never understood why you couldn't tell him because you never said anything about being his therapist. So, you just stayed quiet, and let things continue the way they were. Now things were different.

"Ted.." You whispered after realizing you were gaping and he started to get nervous.

"I know you're my therapist and this crosses a lot of lines between us. Now, you don't have to say anything if you don't want to, but I just wanted you to know how I felt. I'll leave you be." He puts his hands in his pockets again and starts to leave.

Before he could reach the door, you walked up to him and turned him around. You stared into his eyes then his lips and back up to his eyes before grabbing his shirt collar and pulled him into a kiss, your lips crashed into his, tickling against his mustache. He grunted lightly at the impact but didn't mind as he kissed you back, deepening the kiss as he did.

You pulled away, breathing heavily and looking down at the floor before looking back up at him, "I feel the same way and I can't imagine my life without you either. I don't want to leave at all because you're here." You whispered, your hands moving up to his face, your thumbs rubbing his cheeks lightly.

"Then don't. Please stay." His arms snaked your waist, pulling you in closer. He softly bumped his forehead into yours and closed his eyes, sighing as he did. You felt his hot breath against your lips, and wanted more right now.

"God, I need you so badly right now." You muttered, and he chuckled before pulling you into a hard kiss. You wrapped your arms around his neck and he picks you up, letting you wrap your legs around his waist and he carried you to the couch. He softly places you down on the cushions, and laid on top, his right knee and elbows holding him up so he wasn't laying completely on top of you.

You continued to make out with him until you were suddenly interrupted by a door opening and a voice talking. You pulled away quickly to see Keeley there but she didn't see you and Ted yet as she was distracted by her phone.

"So, I decided to plan a going away party for you cause I thought why not and holy shit!" Keeley squealed when she finally looked up from her phone to see you and Ted on the couch together.

"Keeley!" You gaped, shocked to have gotten caught by your best friend. Ted gives a confused look after you pulled away then his eyes went wide when he heard you say Keeley's name, quickly turning to see her standing there.

"Hey Keeley!" Ted drawled on, giving an awkward smile when he looked up at her.

"You know what? I can come back! Keep doing what you're doing!" Keeley starts running out of your office, then comes running back in and leans on the door frame, "thank God you two weren't naked, yea? Could've been a lot worse." She giggled and left, shutting the door before she did.

"Knock next time!" You yelled out, sighing when you know she was possibly out of reach to hear you.

"That is embarrassing." You muttered, covering your face to hide the redness that was slowly growing.

"Hey like she said, it could've been a lot worse." Ted crawls off your body and gets up, grabbing your hands to pull you up off the couch.

You groaned that your moment got interrupted, but then you thought it was good it got interrupted. You didn't know where things could've gone if Keeley didn't walk in here.

It would’ve been amazing either way, you knew that for sure.

#jason sudeikis #ted lasso #ted lasso x reader #ted lasso x you #ted lasso x y/n

[redjaybathood]

Honestly, Jason was jealous of Duke. Not that he thought the kid had it easy. Their age difference was what, five years? Seven, okay. So Duke missed the first time Gotham was occupied and surrounded, with no escape in sight. But then Jason was either dead or almost brain-dead during No Man's Land. İt evened things out.

"So how do you do it?" Jason asked, vaguely gesturing at the surroundings, both of them perched on the roof, people trying to get him before dark running like ants before a rain, below them.

Duke paused in the middle of telling him about the last basketball game - Jason wasn't even sure how the local team was called, is the thing.

"Play sports?" he asked, amused.

"Play sports, watch sports, do anything, you know, fun. Do anything that isn't this. Do anything, period. Maybe it's that I'm old, but I never believed that there's anything after. A better life for us or anyone, should we stop doing what we do."

"But you're still doing it," Duke said, shrugging. "Because what else we can do? Stop? We will be buried out here. We and a million other people, who can't do what we do."

"They can. We weren't born with this either. Okay, I'm not talking about your meta gene, apparently it is hereditary. But I'm talking about your being here. You suited up long before you find out you has superpowers. You did it before you got training, too. That, they can do."

Duke suddenly lost his energy. Looked straight down, then back at the horizon. Pointed at 3 o'clock.

"See, here? Westwood cross subway stations. Defunct for four years now."

"Yeah," and Jason did, and he even heard the story, but...

"One of the guys I started with, he died there. And if there was more people with us, if there was someone staying with him, he would not be the only one who blew up."

"But we also die. And we are not enough. There's no way we can hold on for much longer. We're gone, who's going to replace us?"

"We are them. One of us dies, another raises up. Four. Thirty. Like Strike, right? There was no one to cover the hill during the Joker's War. She did it. She and her team. The team you're on now. So there's no us and them, there's no..." Duke shook his head. "We are them, and they're us, and that's why we do what we do, even if it's not going to stop. We cannot stop and just make these things happen."

He rubbed his chin, thinking.

"To answer your question, how do I do anything. İt's not about hope, really. İt's the satisfaction of knowing that the next time it all falls apart, it won't be today. But it might be tomorrow. So I train, İ patrol and solve cases and catch supercriminals. But I also rest. And talk to friends. Family, as much as I have it nowadays. İt's exactly because the future is so bleak İ do not dwell on it. And it's not even... İt's not a life philosophy or anything. İt's just how I am. And it's okay to feel like you do..."

Duke tried to clap Jason on the shoulder but with their height difference, even sitting together it was awkward.

Jason decided to turn it into teachable moment and scuffled with him. Both of them managed not to fall.

"İ know it's okay," Jason said later. "To feel this way. But I don't know what to do about it."

"Sucks," Duke offered.

And yeah, there wasn't much else to say about Gotham, or Jason's life. He didn't expect Duke to give him an answer. But it was good to be heard.

#jason todd #duke thomas #my fics #в усіх нас іноді у підвалі сидить зрадойоб якого ми пиздимо ногами #(вимбачте за бскй мем на тумблері)

[imbadatwrighting]

Can you do the yugioh boys as dads

Sure! To make it more gender neutral I made it so you already had a child or adopted one before you met the boys. Also I’m sorry this took so long 😭

Yu-gi-oh boys as dads + meeting your kid

Yugi Muto

Sweetest dad alive

When you told him that you had a kid he got a little bit awkward but has really happy

When he met your kid he tried to bond with him the best he could but your kid didn’t exactly feel the same way

Even through all that, he loves your kid so much and would do anything for them

Ok let’s talk about when he first met your kid

You guys were most likely dating for at least 2 months before you told him about your kid

He was fine with it of course and was the one to bring up meeting them

You said yes and he ended up coming over to your place to meet them

When you told him you had a five year old he expected a giggly happy little kid not really a stoic, lazy but cuddly to you and only you kid

As soon as you got home they latched right on to you paying absolutely no attention to Yugi

Both you and him tried to make your little one be more talkative towards Yugi but they didn’t budge

You both just blamed it on tiredness and ended up moving one thinking it would be different the next time

It wasn’t-

Yugi tried his hardest to make your child like him especially after he knew that you and him were getting serious

Eventually he dropped the ways that he used to do and tried a new tactic

It worked too

Your kid will never probably love Yugi the way they love you but they have a special place in their heart for him

They love Yugi and Yugi loves them back

Yugi is the type of dad who will always be there for them and care for them even if they act like cruella towards him

God forbid if they ever act that way towards you

They both call you the boss because honestly it’s true

Yugi is the type of dad they know they can manipulate and make use of that

Oh and if they call him dad or along those lines oh my god Yugi would anything

“Yugi!”

“Yes?”

“I need some money.”

“Why? What would the boss say?”

“I don’t know I didn’t ask.”

“How much?”

“150”

“150!? Go ask you know who. I am not getting involved.”

“Please, Papi…”

“Ok, but don’t tell anyone. I have some in my wallet.”

“Ok thank you, Yugi.”

“Your welcome… uh… you passed my wallet.”

“I know I already got the money from there I just thought I would ask anyways.”

“Of course you would.”

Yami Yugi

Stoic af

Even though he is stoic he really is trying to show happiness in the situation

When you told him you had a kid we was cool with it but his face showed otherwise

Honestly when you talked to him about it later on in your relationship you told him you thought he was going to murder you for it because he looked so angry

Unlike with Yugi, your kid was actually excited to meet Yami

They were in the age were they don’t exactly realize your dating someone even though you told them a million times

They look at something and just see it as what it is

They don’t think when they see your boyfriend ‘Oh that’s their boyfriend!’

They instead think ‘Oooo new stranger that will be my friend’

Taking that to mind you can tell that they just look a take a note of things physically right in front of them

So you can imagine the once happy child now pouting because Yami looks like a bully

The once possible bridge to a friendship between the two instantly shattered

You tried to help bring them together but Yami was to quite during it and your kid was throwing a tantrum

Your child especially hated Yami because instead of acting like how you act during their little tantrums by just staring at them or picking them up Yami just walks away

I mean in his defense he’s trying

But I mean he’s used to the ancient Egyptian type way

Eventually after getting yelled at enough by you Yami no longer left the room and instead just took a seat like you and stared right at your kid

It’s obvious the child years for Yami were rough

He was a very quiet and reserved dad who instead of playing football or volleyball with them instead taught them hieroglyphics

The teen years were a little better for him

They stilled never called him dad though

You child picked up a little bit of his personality by staying relatively quiet when home and never really going out to parties

Your child has a better liking and understanding of Yami now

So their not as hard on him like they used to be

Which Yami misses

Yami became the type of parent who would drive your child to there date and pick them up and unknown to them, shall from behind sending pictures to you

He’s a sweet but quiet father

“Yami?”

“Hey Sweets, how are you?”

“Good. Why are you following my date and I around exactly?”

“Getting a scope of the land for… reasons.”

“Do I need to tell you know who.”

“They already know.”

“What did you say speak louder.”

“Nothing.”

“Bye, Yami and don’t send those photos, they don’t like my boyfriend.”

“Oh.”

“You already sent them didn’t you?”

“Sorry.”

Joey Wheeler

omg he looks so scrumptious in this imma die

The fun dad

Imma just say it now

Joey Wheeler is the fun dad

He’s the type of dad to get you ice cream in the morning

He was dating you for 2 weeks before you told him you had a kid

You didn’t let him see them until a week later

He was so excited to meet your kid

Like Yugi your kid not so much

They dreaded having to meet your freshly new boyfriend

But as soon as they did, they immediately lived him

He’s such a fun guy that it’s hard to hate him

A day after he met your kid he came back and took them out to the arcade where he spent all his money on them

Honestly he’s such a good dad and he loves your kid so much

There is literally nothing he wouldn’t do for this kid

Spend all his money on games? Go for it

Using him to get close to his friends? Just spend some time with him

He lives pulling pranks on you with your kid

You two just have a prank wars going on ever single day

Having dinner? A head is going to pop out of the fruit bowl

Walking through a hallways? Balloon dropped on you

Sometimes your kid gets involved, other times not so much

Sometimes their the one being pranked too

Serenity comes over to your house a lot because let’s be honest your house is probably nicer than Joey’s

She’ll just sit on the couch with the tv on texting someone while sometimes your kid would lay down next to her

She’s such a sweet girl

Even if she hogs your couch

She stays for dinner a lot of the time and talks and boys but in a kind of oblivious ‘they have a crush on me but I don’t realize’ way

Joey could argue that she’s there more than he is

He taught your kid how to play duel monsters and your kid absolutely despised it

But they beat him in duels so it doesn’t matter that much

Hurt his ego a little bit though

You three will literally cuddle in bed all day with Joey half way off the bed and no blanket covering him

“Hey babe?”

“Yea, Joey?”

Do you think you would tell the little one to scoot over I’m kind of falling off here…”

“No can do. They do what they want to do.”

“Yeah stinky butt!”

“Hey! Not nice you little insect!”

“Don’t care!”

“It’s 12 am both of you, go to bed.”

“I would if I had blanket.”

“We’ll buy you a blanket tomorrow.”

“Yeah stupid!”

“Actually it would be today.”

“Night Joey”

Seto Kaiba

Coldest person alive over here

Did not care at all that you had a kid

He could not care less

When you first told him you had a kid he was working on his desk and his face did not change at all

He said alright and moved on from the situation

Eventually he met your kid and it was the weirdest meeting ever

Neither one of them was particularly thrilled in meeting the other but they did it because you told them to

They just stood at each other for the whole visit

Over time they got closer

Thanks to Mokuba

He was so sweet and got your kid to love him a lot

In two hours your child already thought of him as a big brother

That was one of the steps towards getting your kid and Seto to like each other

The other one was that you literally forced them together every 2 seconds

Thought you were having a nice dinner with just Seto? No you brought your kid along

Just going to chuck-e-cheese with your kid? Seto and Mokuba got invited to

He’s a very stoic father figure

If you could even call him that

He says he hates his father but he acts just like him ngl

While Seto and your kid ‘bonded’ so did you and Mokuba

But you and Mokuba actually did bond

You have the best time with Mokuba whenever he stops by

Sometimes the house is just so empty that he comes to your house and lays in your guest room playing video games while listening to you talk or watch tv with your kiddo

Or he would ask you to come over to Seto’s house

The teen years for your kid helped them bond with Seto

He was definitely the how to dad

He never shows emotion just told you what to do about things

He would force your child into things and not even once say that he was proud but at least he was doing stuff with them

It made you mad a lot of the times

Sometimes you wanted to honestly break up with him but then you remembered Mokuba and how much you love him

I would not be surprised if your kid once thought you loved Mokuba more

“Seto?”

“Yes.”

“How do I use the air fryer?”

“I just sent you a video, then follow the instructions.”

“Oh I just thought… never mind.”

“Seto! You can’t treat them like that! Go show them it face to face.”

“Fine.”

“I swear to got— Mokuba if it wasn’t for you me and him would be over with.”

“I know.”

“You sir are amazing.”

“I know.”

“Of course you know, Mokuba!”

“I’m sorry Mokuba give me a second. Both of you come here!”

#x male reader #x reader #male reader #joey wheeler #joey wheeler x reader #seto kaiba #seto kaiba x reader #yami yugi #yami yugi x reader #yugi muto x reader #x female reader #yugioh x reader #yugioh x male reader #yugioh x fem reader #yugioh #Joey Wheeler x male reader #seto kaiba x male reader #yami yugi x male reader #yugi muto x male reader

[starlightxsvt]

I Like It When You Love Me

➳ pairing — artist!the8 x wife!reader

➳ genre — broken marriage au, primarily angst, fluff, smut.

➳ word count — 6.6k

➳ synopsis — the canvas of your marriage with your husband, world known artist, minghao is seeming to tear apart. it wasn't always like this and you don't know how long you can hold on when you can't see a future for the two of you.

➳warnings — marriage troubles, cursing, drinking, anxiety, arguments, sickness(fever), medication, misunderstanding, lots of crying, allusions to cheating, pregnancy talk, unprotected sex(don't do this irl), emotional sex.

➳ playlist — i like it when you love me- oh wonder// wish- choi yuree// lie- sasha sloan//say you love me- jessie ware// lie again- seventeen// breaking down- ailee// hai cheng- the8// without you- seventeen.

It's late when your aching feet hit the cold floor of your home.

The wall clock reads 12 am. With a grunt, you head to your bedroom, annoyed at the thought that you didn't have many hours at home before you had to go to work at eight.

The past week has been extremely hectic and being the managing director of a leading private company does not help as more duties keep being handed over to you. But you aren't usually a pushover. You wouldn't have accepted all these works or spent all these stupid extra hours at work had you not been feeling this pain.

This horrible, diabolical pain that has you overworking just to numb it.

Minghao had returned from a five-day trip to Paris this weekend and you were so excited to have him back, eagerly awaiting to spend some quality time with him as he promised before he left.

Except, you got none of that. Minghao returned and then drowned himself in work, saying that he had to finish two pieces within this month for an important client.

Hurt would be an understatement for what his words made you feel. Disappointment, desperation, anger, sorrow and a million other feelings went through you and you wanted to smash things around and tell him to fuck off with his artwork.

Only you didn't. You just nodded and let him go do his work, creating masterpieces. Masterpieces that have now become far more precious than you, even though he once claimed that you were the most precious thing in his life.

That was a long time ago.

In the two years of your marriage, it wasn't always like this. It had started happily, full of love and understanding and all good things until slowly your husband gained popularity and were asked to attend a thousand functions at a thousand different places over the globe and create more and more artworks for important elites.

That was okay. It made you extremely happy that he gained the recognition he deserved. But what was not okay was the distance that started to form between the two of you despite your best efforts. At first, he asked you to come along with him, and see the world and however tempting that offer was, you had your life set here. Your job, your family and friends, the house that you two had just bought. So, you denied his offer and let him go on his way.

But you visited. During the second week of his month-long stay in Rome, you flew over to visit your husband whom you had missed desperately. Though after you arrived, you realized it was a bad idea. Your husband barely had time to eat with the numerous orders for paintings piling up and he spent all day locked up inside a room with only his paints and brushes. If he was happy to see you he didn't get to express it much.

Still, you stayed. You stayed a week and then a couple of more days just because you longed to be close to your husband, breathe the same air as him.

Eventually, you had to return home, to your work. Later, when he came back from Rome, you thought you'd finally have him all to yourself but how wrong you were.

Your husband was exhausted and he slept for a whole day straight. But you couldn't hold that against him. So you cooked for him, cuddled him and took care of all his needs. And then, a day later, everything was back the way it was as he left early in the morning for a meeting with a curator, throwing apologies your way.

It all went downhill from there. He was always with his work, breathing it in and out as it became the sun of his solar system; replacing the sun that was once you. His apologies stopped coming and you stopped expecting them because for one, they didn't change anything and two, they only made you feel guilty. Like you were holding your husband back from his success.

So you let him go. Let your marriage go. You stopped asking when he'd return home and instead said it was all okay and if he needed anything you'd be there.

But on days like today, you regret your decision. On long, exhausting days like today, you don't want to do anything but come home to your husband and let him hold you in the safety of his arms like he once used to.

But your desire stays like that, a desire, far from the reality in which you sit on the cold, empty bed that you share with your husband and weep.

-

You don't know if it's the alarm or the horrible thrumming of your head that wakes you from your slumber. Huffing, you shut down the noise and try to sit up, only to feel like your head might as well come off of your neck.

"Fuck." You hiss, rubbing your temples. You definitely can't go to work today with this headache.

With all your might, you manage to get yourself up and stumble towards the dining room as you desperately try to pour yourself some water.

"_____?" Someone calls your name.

You turn towards the direction of the voice and blink furiously, trying to focus through the numbing ache. "Hao?"

Your husband stands there, dressed for work as he sips a cup of coffee. You definitely didn't expect to see him as he always left for work before you.

"You alright?"

"Y-yeah." You breathe roughly and gulp down the glass of water you managed to pour yourself before you slump down onto the breakfast stool. "You're still here." You murmur, eyes closed as you rub your forehead.

"Yeah. I came home pretty late last night."

Pretty late. That means later than he already does.

"Do you have a fever? Or is it just a headache?" You feel him standing next to you.

"Headache." You murmur.

"Take some medicine then. Should I call Martha?"

Martha is your family doctor and despite her expertise, you can't tolerate her for more than a minute when she starts running her mouth. Which she always does and doesn't get the hint to stop anytime soon. You heavily doubt that's going to be helpful given your current condition.

"No. I'll just... rest." Your words come out slurred. You hear a sigh next to you before your husband puts a hand on your shoulder. "Alright, then. I need to get going. Call Martha if you feel too bad, hmm?"

You only nod and watch with blurry vision as your husband puts on his coat and heads out the door. The silence that follows is eerie. It stretches the gaping hollow inside your heart as you pathetically sit by yourself and let the silence wash over you.

For a little moment, you don't register the pain in your head. No, it is overtaken by the scathingly ache blooming in your heart as you realize your husband just left you by yourself when your head feels like it'll split into two, when you can barely see or walk straight.

You don't know what you had expected. Maybe a hug? A kiss? Words of reassurance? Or a promise of returning home as quickly as possible? Or to pick you up and tuck you in bed? Maybe heat something up for you? Maybe stay with you for a few minutes longer?

Tears burn your eyes as you sit and think about your miserable state. You are angry, frustrated, and in horrible pain but for the first time since this drought started between you and your husband, you feel hopeless.

There is no hope left for you. For this marriage. There cannot be when he saw you in pain and still chose to leave for work. And the hopelessness frightens you more than anything.

Your husband doesn't love you anymore. He doesn't care anymore.

The sound of glass shattering makes you realize you had just thrown it into the floor out of anger. And you can't bring yourself to care. You walk over the little pieces, breaking them further underneath your slippers as you head back into the bedroom and lie down.

Tugging the covers up to your chin, you close your eyes and cry silently, wishing you'd rather never wake up again.

But you do.

It's noon when you open your eyes again and this time it doesn't feel like you've been hit with a crowbar on your head. No, but it feels like you've been sleeping inside an oven, your skin covered in sweat and heat radiating off your face. As you press your palms to your head you realize you have a fever.

Great.

Sighing, you stand up on your wobbly feet and head to the kitchen to get something for your groaning stomach. Ignoring the shattered glass lying on the floor, you heat up the leftover rice and curry you found in your fridge.

Alone and miserable, you finish the food that now has lost its flavourful taste.

Much like your marriage.

Then you grab the medicine box and quickly swallow some pills before you sit on the large couch in your even larger living room.

The afternoon light pours in from the large windows, bathing the room in a beautiful, angelic shade of golden. The sunlight falls on a particular piece of artwork that hangs on the wall of the living room, painted by your dear husband.

The artwork is simple but vibrant, realistic and full of emotions, just like all the works of your husband. It's a painting of two hands, one holding the other, a beautiful ring adorned on the ring finger of the woman's hand. The woman is you and the man is your husband.

He drew this piece after he had proposed to you and then gave it to you as your wedding present. You remember being delighted and shedding a few tears at the marvelous artwork and remember being even more delighted on the day you tied the knot.

You thought you had found your happily ever after. That no matter what, you had your husband and he had you and together you'd get through anything the world threw your way. Only two years later, you now sit alone and feverish, in a large house that contains nothing but you the painful echos of your heart.

The memories once beautiful have now become bitter and before you start shedding more tears, you push yourself up and head towards the bathroom to take a bath. Once done, you retreat into your bed and let the wallowing grief swallow you whole once more.

It's nighttime when you wake up.

9:46 to be exact. Your headache is pretty much gone and the fever has come down a bit but you still feel drowsy and exhausted. You hear the shower running which makes you think you are hearing things.

But no. The wristwatch and wallet sitting on the dresser assure you that you didn't hear wrong and that your husband is home. Which is a record. He's never home this early. Well 9 pm isn't anywhere near early but comparing that to his usual 11 am or even later entrance, this sure is a record.

You sit up as you hear the shower stop. A few minutes later Minghao emerges from the bathroom, wearing a loose pair of pajamas.

"Oh, hey. You're up." He smiles. "How do you feel? Did you take some pills?"

You only nod as you watch his naked upper half. How long has it been since you saw him naked? You can't remember. The feeling leaves a bitter taste in your mouth.

"Good." He hums as he puts on a tee. "I ordered some vegetable soup for you. It should make you feel better."

Once again, you nod.

"Oh, I found some broken glass on the floor. Did you get hurt?"

"No, I dropped a glass by accident."

"Oh. Well, I've cleaned it up so don't worry. I'll get the table ready. Freshen up. Let's eat it while it's hot." He says as he heads out of the room. You sit in silence for a while, processing the situation before doing as he asked.

-

The silence at the dinner table is borderline suffocating. The air between the two of you is tense and it chokes you as you have trouble swallowing the warm soup. You wonder if it's you who only feels this way. Your husband, sitting opposite you, eats his dinner in a relaxed manner and you have no idea what is going on in his head.

As impassive as ever.

"When did we become like this?" You whisper, almost to yourself as a wry smile sets onto your lips. Minghao's eyes lock with yours as he frowns. "What?"

You sit straight and clear your throat. You need to get this over with. "When did we become like this, Minghao? Since when has it become so tense between the two of us? It has been months since we shared a meal— since I shared a meal with my husband and what are we doing? We're acting like strangers, like we're not fucking married to each other! Like.... like everything is fine!"

"Everything is fine. What are you talking about?" His voice is calm and it makes your blood boil.

"Fine? Everything is fine?" You scoff. "When was the last time we went on a date? Okay, never mind, when was the last time we had sex? Or hugged each other? Or kissed properly? You know what, fuck all that, when was the last time we, a married couple had a proper conversation or saw each other for more than two minutes?" By now you have stood up and are yelling, your fists banging on the table as you pour out everything bottled up inside you.

Minghao's brow knit into a frown as he hears you ramble. He gently sets down his spoon and intertwines his fingers as he sits and stares at the table in silence.

"You actually think everything is fine, huh?" You're baffled. "You have nothing to say."

"You know how busy I have been." His voice is quiet.

The audacity of this man!

"How dare you say that, Minghao?" You seethe. "You are trying to tell me that for the past eight months, you've been so busy that you couldn't spend a few minutes of quality time with your wife?"

He remains silent and you feel like you are tumbling down an abyss of dark despair. He doesn't seem even a little bit worried or regretful. Has he truly moved past you or, is it...

"Have you found someone else, Hao?" Your voice is tiny. His wide eyes land on yours.

"What? No! How could you say that?"

"When you barely have time for your wife, one can think that, no?"

His lips form a hard line. "No, ____. I'm not seeing anyone. I've so much work to do I barely have time to sleep."

"Yeah, that's it. Work, work and work. All you do is work. I look at you and honestly, I feel like you're the only person in the world who works. I've never seen someone as busy as you, so we all must be jobless, huh?" You sneer.

Fury blazes in his eyes as he abruptly stands up, making the legs of the chair scratch loudly against the floor. "You have no right to talk like that! Do you know how much pressure is on me? Do you know how much people expect from me? Do you think we'd be living in this huge fucking house and driving nice fucking cars without my hard work?"

"That's the thing!" You scream. "I never wanted a huge house or a fucking car! I've only ever wanted you! I want my husband to be with me. I want to come back home to my husband and I want to be his priority just as he's mine. I just want you, Hao." Your voice cracks, your arms slumping at your sides in defeat.

He keeps scowling at you, his jaw clenched. Moments pass by and you expect him to say something but instead, he walks away from the dining table and towards the hanger by the door, from where he picks his coat, slings it on his shoulder and walks out the door.

You stay rooted in your spot, absolutely baffled.

Moments pass by as your brain processes everything that has taken place in the last ten minutes. And then, the headache returns. Stronger than before. So intense that you've to sit back down on the chair and clutch your head tightly.

The pain is strong enough to distract you from the fact that you are crying. When you realize, you're angrier at yourself.

The last thing you should be doing is shedding tears. You did nothing wrong. You addressed the elephant in the room and it is his fault for running away instead of talking to you.

Gosh, when did it become like this? When did he become like this?

More tears gather in your eyes as you think back to the times when things were not like now, when you never imagined one day it could come down collapsing.

You used to be each other's world. Where did it go wrong? Did you not try enough? Or is it simply the fact that he doesn't love you anymore?

The absolute despair makes you want to rip your hair out and you're more annoyed by the stupid headache, making you feel pathetic and weak. Trying to shake the pain and the tears off, you stand up and drag yourself to the bedroom, locking the door behind you.

If he comes back, he can sleep in the other room. There's no way you're letting him in your bed tonight.

Switching off all the lights, you crawl into bed and close your eyes, trying to tune out the throbbing in your head and the events of this evening.

-

You wake up with cold sweat. The first thing you feel is your headache which has gotten significantly worse since last night. It feels like someone is pounding against your temples and it's going to crack anytime soon.

The next thing that captures your attention is the early morning sunlight, pouring from the windows and flooding the room, in turn burning your eyes. Who the hell drew out all the blinds?

Then, you feel something against your cheek, warm and soft. Confused, you blink repeatedly, which proves to be a hard job due to the headache and try to focus your vision. Tilting your head just a little you find a man sitting by the bed, one of his hands stroking your cheek with the softest touch.

It's your husband, you realize after a second.

He looks different. Very different than last night. The harsh lines on his face, the anger in his eyes, the hardness in his jaw are all gone. They are replaced with a soft, worried gaze, his brows furrowed in concentration as he gapes at you intently, his lips parted just a bit. The morning light floods in from behind him, casting him with an ethereal glow and you forget to breathe for a second as you simply take in his beauty.

"Baby? You're awake?" He calls, shifting closer to you.

Baby. It has been a long time since he called you that. The fondness and love in his voice are ironically unsettling.

Swallowing, you try to speak but no words come out. You lick your lips and immediately your husband reaches for the bottle of water by the bed. Helping you move your head, he holds it against your lips, tilting it softly. "Drink, baby. Slowly."

Once you are done he sets the bottle back down and sighs heavily, "Gosh _____." He shakes his head. "Why did you lock the door? Do you know how sacred I got when I came home and found the door locked and you were not replying?"

It takes you a while to process what he's saying and once you realize it, you feel a little guilty. You did it to keep him out not intending to make him worry.

"Thank god we had spare keys," he sighs, rubbing his forehead before brushing away the hair over them. Then his eyes set on you. "Your head hurts doesn't it?"

You only nod.

He once again, sighs loudly as he gives you a look that is akin to what a mother looks like at her bratty child. "Why didn't you take some medicine last night?" He scolds, reaching for the folded towel beside you and wiping your forehead. "You need to eat now. Then you can have your medicine." He announces as he stands up. "Let me bring breakfast here. Do you need help to go to the bathroom?"

Bathroom. Right. Your bladder is bursting.

Pushing the covers away you shake your head as a reply and gently get out of bed. Despite your response, Minghao stretches his arms around you in case you lose your balance as you slowly head towards the bathroom.

"Don't lock the door." He commands once you're inside and heads of the room to get breakfast. You do your thing and as you wash your hands your eyes fall on the mirror, almost scaring you.

You look gaunt, tired and messy and it makes you cringe. You splash water on your face repeatedly in an attempt to look a bit more refreshed before admitting defeat and crawling back to bed. Soon after, Minghao returns, with a small foldable table that carries your breakfast. A healthy heap of pancakes, yogurt and berries with orange juice.

"I can't eat all that." You whisper.

"Shush." He gives you a pointed look, setting the table in front of you and starting to cut the pancake into pieces for you.

You want to protest but you're too tired and it feels nice to be doted by your husband. So you opt to just watch him, wondering what could have happened that caused such a dramatic flair in his behavior.

Your head hurts too much to think so you put a pause on those thoughts.

Once done cutting the pancakes into bite-sized pieces, he doesn't hand the fork to you but stabs a few pieces and holds them against your lips. Like an obedient child, you open your mouth and let him feed you.

And so, in silence, he repeats this motion and you happily comply, too tired to even move. Once you are finished eating, he quickly reaches for the cold medicine and drops a couple of pills in your palm with a glass of water. Once you've taken your pills he gives you a soft smile with a pat on your shoulder before taking all the utensils and placing them on the table as he heads out of the bedroom.

You start to feel drowsy, your eyelids starting to feel heavy once again as your head lies against the headboard. A while passes by and you suppose your husband is doing the dishes. Or maybe he's having breakfast. Has he eaten? You forgot to ask.

Just as your mind begins to wander, he's back. "Feeling sleepy?" Minghao asks, a fond smile on his lips as he notices your sleepy eyes. You hum and not, shifting to lie down and he's quick to rush over, helping you lie down and pull the covers up to your chest. Then you watch him close the curtains, darkening the room so that you can fall asleep.

"Sleep for a while. When you wake up, you'll feel a lot better, trust me." He says coming back over to you and much to your surprise, he crawls into the bed with you. You're even more surprised when he pulls you into his arms, placing your head right below his chin as he hugs your body, whispering, "I'll lie with you till you fall asleep."

The gesture warms your heart and gives your stomach butterflies but you say, "Are you sure? I'm sick. You could get sick too."

"Mhmm." Is the reply you get.

There's a beat of silence as you lay still in his arms before you ask, "Have you eaten?"

"Yeah. Just before you woke up."

Another pregnant pause, this one longer than before.

"We need to talk, you know." Your voice is as soft as a feather. You hear silence for a while, which makes your heart drum loudly against your ribcage.

What is he thinking?

"I know." You hear him sigh. His arms wrap around your shoulder tighter as he speaks. "We will when you feel better."

-

True to his words, you feel a hell lot better the next time you open your eyes. The sky is shaded with hues of orange and pink and blue, indicating dusk has fallen.

The bedroom is empty and you can't hear any sounds from outside, wondering if your husband is at work. It is the most probable scenario, considering he had spent so much time looking after you this morning.

With a sigh, you head for the bathroom and start drawing yourself a bath, in which you soak for a long long time. When your fingers are all pruned and you start to doze off, you get off, drying yourself and putting on some nice clothes.

You take your time brushing your hair and doing your skincare with special care since it has been a while since you felt like yourself.

Once done and happy with how you look you emerge from the bedroom to find the apartment empty as you had assumed. For a while, you contemplate whether to call your husband and ask about his whereabouts but you decide against it, not ready to go back to the previous routine.

Instead, to satisfy your growling stomach, you look through the cupboards and gather all the essentials to make yourself some grilled cheese. You're pleased to find your whole pantry stocked and you realize your husband took the liberty of doing the groceries when you were sick. Though it's a simple act, it warms your heart and makes you smile.

As you are toasting the bread for the grilled cheese, the front door opens, making you frown. A moment later, your husband pads into the main area and upon seeing you, knits his brows in confusion.

"Hey," you give him an awkward smile. He looks more puzzled. "Hey. Why are you cooking? Aren't you sick?"

"I feel a lot better and I was hungry." You shrug. You notice he is wearing what he was this morning and it makes you wonder where he actually was.

"Let me do that. You should rest some more."

"No, I'm fine, Hao. I'm tired of lying in bed all day. I need to do something." You decline as you reach for a piece of cheese and carefully put it on top of the bread. You can feel your husband's eyes trained on you and clearing your throat, you ask. "Where did you go?"

"Downstairs. Studio. Had to tie some loose ends."

Minghao's studio is on the first floor of this condo since you both decided that it would be better if he had a separate space for his work and not somewhere that is too far away from your home. So when you two came across a space on the first floor, you rented it out immediately.

Nodding, you focus on grilling your toast. You expect him to leave you, maybe go freshen up but he stays immobile in his spot, quietly watching you.

You frown. "Would you...like one?" You motion towards your grilled cheese. He shakes his head.

"We should talk."

There's a heavy pause in the air. You watch him for a few beats, swallowing the lump in your throat before nodding softly. "Yeah, we should."

It's time to lay all your cards on the table.

Turning the stove off you put aside your snack and take a seat on the couch. Your husband follows you and sits down right beside you but maintains a few meters of distance.

The tension is crackling in the air and as much as you'd like to break it, you've said all you had to yesterday, so now it's his turn to speak. Hence, you wait patiently.

"I'm sorry." His voice is quiet. "For lashing out at you yesterday. For everything."

You stare at your lap where your fingers fidget with each other.

"I... really don't know what is the right thing to say. I know I've fucked up big time and I'm...scared I'll disappoint you more." He breathes, his wide, pained eyes trained on your face.

You heave out a sigh. "I'm listening, Hao. I'm here and I'm listening."

"Right." He swallows, nodding before taking a deep breath and starting. "I'm sorry. I...got my priorities messed up. I took you for granted and I never should have done that. It's just that..." He swallows, searching for the right words as you watch him with patience. "I got lost in work. I mean, one day I have barely any orders and suddenly I have so many clients and so many events to show up at. I got lost. I didn't want to disappoint them but instead, I disappointed you and I didn't even realize it." He shakes his head at himself.

You feel awful for him and your hand itches to reach out and cup his cheek, smooth away the lines of worry on his face. But you hold yourself.

"I'm so fucking sorry. I could never apologize enough. But know that you've always been the most important thing in my life and you always will be. I just... forgot that. But now I'm here, ____. I'm here and I promise to never let you down again. Just give me another chance." His desperate eyes search for yours, his hands reaching for yours and holding them tightly.

"Oh Hao," you whisper, a lone tear traveling down your cheek. "No, no, no." His hands immediately wipe it away as he says, "Please, don't cry. I know you're mad at me and if you want to be alone, I'll let you be. I just needed— "

"Xu Minghao!" You admonish him with a pout. "I'm not really mad. Not anymore." You whisper.

You can literally see the burden weighing on his shoulders lift.

"Really?" His voice is like a gleeful child's.

You nod, moving closer to him and snaking your arms around his neck, fingers playing with his mullet. "Though you still have to do some work to make it up to me— "

"I promise I'll do anything."

"And, make sure this never happens again, hm? Whatever happens, don't push me away Hao. We're in this together. If you're busy let me know. Call me. I'll do anything to help you, my love."

Your husband's eyes turn glassy.

"I know. I'm...so sorry. I'm such a bad husband."

You frown. "No, Hao. Don't say that. You're a wonderful wonderful man and I'm so lucky to have you."

"Really?" A small smile makes his lips twitch.

"Really." You smile. "We all make mistakes, love. What's important is to learn from them and not repeat them. And I know how much painting means to you. You finally had your big break so I suppose you got a little overwhelmed."

His hands reach out to hold yours as he nods shakily. "Yes, I did get overwhelmed. But not anymore. I've got my priorities straight." His eyes gleam as you clearly hear the promise in his voice. It sets your body aflame.

"Good because you should get working on making it up to me. You can start by taking me to bed and you know..." You give him the bedroom eyes as your fingers trail over his neck, teasing him with your touch.

There's a spark in his eyes that shoots desire throughout your body. "Anything you want, my queen." He gives you a teasing smile.

You bite your lip as he quickly pulls you with him, feet moving straight towards the bedroom. As soon as you step in, he pushes you onto the bed and quickly starts taking off his cardigan and then his tank top.

You watch with a lust-fueled gaze, your husband's beautiful body appearing in front of your eyes after a long, long time. Giving you an almost shy smile, Minghao takes off your top for you, leaving you half bare and then kneeling to take your pants off. You aid him in his work as he tugs it off with your panties and a flurry of embarrassment courses through you as you remember you haven't shaved in a while.

Just as you attempt to hide yourself, your husband catches on and gives you an admonishing look. "Uh uh. None of that, let me see my beautiful wife."

He takes off your pants all the way along with your underwear and wastes no time burying his face between your thighs.

The sensation is delightful as you throw your head back and moan loudly, unashamed. One of your hands moves to his head, grabbing his hair in a fist as you hold him against you, grinding on his mouth. You hear your husband moan, the sound muffled against your core and feel his hands trailing up towards your chest as he pinches your nipples.

Another loud moan makes its way out of you as your breath stutters and you gasp, the feel of his hands on your starved body sending shockwaves throughout you. "H-Hao...I won't last..." You croak, hand fisting the bedsheets tightly. The only response you get is a hum as he starts eating you out with renewed vigor, his tongue mercilessly flicking against your clit.

You keep grinding your hips against his face, desperate to feel him even more while your mouth remains hung open with the onslaught of pleasure. It all becomes too much when your husband wraps his lips around your swollen clit and sucks, hard, making you dive head first into your orgasm. A broken cry escapes your lips as he keeps the torture going throughout your high, before finally pulling back and standing up with a satisfied smirk.

You remain limp in the bed, breathing heavily and watching your husband with hooded eyes, his lips glistening with your arousal and a prominent bulge in his pants. Before you can ask him to take them off, he does so and with a mischievous smile moves on top of you.

"Ready baby?" He whispers, his hands moving over his shaft to lube it up with precum. You can only nod, pulling him closer by the neck and kissing him deeply. As you do so, he slips in and your body tenses up as you cry out in a pleasure so beautiful it's overwhelming.

He hushes you, kissing your forehead, waiting for a few moments to let you adjust. You can feel how tense his body is, how harsh his breaths are as he stays immobile to make you feel better.

"Move, p-please. I'm okay." You whisper, eyes searching for his. He swallows and nods, finally giving you a good thrust that makes the two of you moan out loud in pleasure. "Shit," he chokes, eyes screwed tight as he builds up a pace thrusting slow but deep inside you. "I'm not gonna last long." He breathes.

"Me neither," you whisper, your eyes only on him as your nails claw into his back. Even though your bodies are pressed against each other, that doesn't seem to be enough for you as you keep pulling him closer and closer, wrapping your body fully around his, your head resting on his shoulder.

The time away from each other suddenly washes over you, making you realize once again, just how much you truly missed him, his touch, his attention. So you cling to him like a koala as he builds up his pace and when you start feeling that particular tingle, that jolt of electricity down your spine, you warn. "Hao, g-gonna come."

"Thank fuck, love. I'm coming too. Come with me, I've got you." He whispers into your ear, holding you tightly in his arms as he delivers one final thrust and you see stars behind your eyelids as you come with a loud wail of his name.

It takes some time for you to come back to your senses fully and register your surroundings. Once you do, you find your husband lying next to you, arms around your torso, eyes closed as he breathes heavily. The stickiness of his come between your legs makes you wince and want to move but you decide against it, snuggling with your husband instead.

Everything else can wait. Now that you have finally got what you've been longing for, you simply let yourself relax and breathe in his scent, enjoying the moment.

As you both lie in silence, basking in the afterglow, your throat constricts all of a sudden and there's a heavy feeling settling in your heart. "Hao?" You croak. Your voice brings your husband to act immediately as he rests on one of his elbows and peeks a worried glance at you. "What's wrong, my love? Did I hurt you?"

A lone tear leaks down your eye at his tenderness. You reach up to his face, your fingers softly trailing over his gorgeous features. "No, no you didn't. I just— I really missed you, husband."

"Oh love," Minghao quickly wraps his arms around you, pulling you right into his chest and letting you breathe in his scent. It's your place of comfort and healing as you exhale a shaky breath, letting go of all the painful memories.

"I missed you too. And I'm sorry. I'm so fucking sorry. Now all I'll do is make it up to you. Fuck everything else."

"What? No— your works... you have got a deadline. The Kim family asked you to — "

"They can wait. My only priority is you."

"Minghao," you try to give him a stern glare. "It's millions of dollars."

"And you're worth more." He shrugs, dropping a sweet kiss on your forehead. "Besides I've been needing a break for the longest time. I'm sure Mingyu will understand. I'm his friend, after all."

"Still...are you sure?" You whisper.

"A thousand percent. Let's go on a vacation, wife. Take a few days off, hmm?" He asks, hope brimming in his eyes.

You sigh as you rub your temples and give in. "Okay. I will. The past few weeks sucked. I guess I need a break too."

He smiles, blindingly beautiful and your heart soars with happiness. "How about Rome?" He whispers, trailing his lips over your jaw and down your throat.

"Mhmm," you only him, eyes falling close at the sensation.

"Also...there's something I wanted to propose to you." He pulls back to focus his eyes on you, his voice suddenly serious. You raise a brow at his sudden change in demeanor.

"It's about time we start working on making a baby, no?"

Your eyes widen at the proposal before heat spreads throughout your face. "H-Hao— " You're too stunned to speak.

"It's okay if you aren't ready, my love— "

"No! No! I'm ready! I'm ready." You fling your arms around your husband's shoulders. "I just... didn't expect you to bring it up. I thought you wanted to wait longer...?"

You hear his soft chuckle as he wraps one arm around you while cradling your head with the other. "As I said, I'm getting my priorities straight."

You can't help grinning like a goofball. "This better not be a split second decision, Xu Minghao. It is no easy feat to raise a baby." You try to sound stern. He nods solemnly, "I know, love. But I'm ready." His fingers lace with yours. "I want this. With you."

You pretend to release a dramatic sigh.

"Then let's get started, shall we?"

a/n: ik this was a rather plain fic but I thought I should write something simple for a change. i feel like the plot of this was a realistic one, even though it might be simple and predictable. we often overlook these storylines due to its simplicity but I believe they have their own charm. hope you enjoyed reading this and your feedbacks are highly appreciated!

#svt imagines #seventeen imagines #the8 imagines #seventeen smut #the8 smut #seventeen scenarios #seventeen fic #seventeen fluff #seventeen fanfic #seventeen angst #svt the8 #kpop smut #kpop imagines

[blackandwhitecircus]

Rant i just sent to my friend:

I am so fucking insane about Riza FullmetalAlchemist like we been knew I am not normal about that woman but also I am watching the show with my dad rn and we are past the first hurtful Flashback episode, nearing the second and then the one my tattoo is from and I am !!!!!!!!!!!!!!! about Riza Hawkeye I am going to kill myself over riza hawkeye I am so insane over her like ?!?!?!

Like she's this kid this tiny kid and her father is an accomplished alchemist and he takes on an apprentice who's a few years older than her and kind of cute also they're both from messed up home situations

And then he leaves and her father gets sick but he finishes his research finally and it is so dangerous and it can kill millions so he TATTOOS IT ON HER BACK and he gives the power to pass it on to this SEVENTEEN YEAR OLD GIRL who is all alone in the world

And then the boy comes back and he has just joined the military and he is so idealistic about it he genuinely believes he's doing good and SHE IS SEVENTEEN AND ALL ALONE IN THE WORLD so she GIVES HIM HER FATHER'S RESEARCH and then he gets ordered to do a Genocide and he does it. Roy Mustang burns god knows how many people to death with the power SHE GAVE HIM. And even worse she believed him and now she's a sniper and a killer too and he will never forgive himself for this he will never forget that his idealism is what destroyed her too

So she asks him to destroy her tattoo to literally burn it off her back and he does and she promises to follow him to Hell and back if it means he will make the world a better place and he will make a system that will hold the two of them accountable and he makes her promise to shoot him should he ever deviate from that

AND THAT ALL HAPPENS TEN YEARS BEFORE THE SHOW EVEN STARTS

FOR TEN YEARS SHE LIVES IN THE CONVICTION THAT IF ROY DIES SHE WILL KILL HERSELF AND NEVER LET HER BODY BE FOUND BECAUSE HER

FATHER

BRANDED HER WITH ALCHEMICAL RESEARCH THAT HAS ALREADY KILLED GOD KNOWS HOW MANY PEOPLE

AND THAT'S NOT EVEN GETTING INTO THE THEMES OF FATHERHOOD THAT GO THROUGH THE ENTIRE SHOW OR THE

TWO OTHER CHILDHOOD

CHILDHOOD FRIENDS RELATIONSHIP THEIRS IS MIRRORD WITH OR THE ONE EPISODE WHERE SHE

LOADS SIX BULLETS INTO A REVOLVER

AND ONLY SHOOTS FIVE

CAUSE SHE THINKS ROY IS DEAD

40 EPISODES BEFORE HER SUICIDALITY EVER BECOMES RELEVANT AGAIN

riza hawkeye.

[3 hours later]

Ok I fell asleep but I am not done with this actually cause Roy?!?! has this whole philosophy of "If i protect the people I love and they protectect the people they love we will have a nice and compassionate society" and it is very clear to EVERYONE that at the top of the list for "people roy Mustang loves and wants to protect" is riza to the point where she gets taken hostage/almost killed over it TWICE but she herself does not see her life worthy of protection because of the things ROY DID

So when he almost dies she almost dies cause she's so distressed and he's mad at her about it and and that point the soft first time viewers think "oh she really likes her commanding officer" while I am already actively loosing it cause I know the next thing she was gonna do was either use her final bullet on herself or sacrifice herself to make sure alphonsus survives. You know. The little blonde kid who lost everything to his and his older brothers idealism and wish to bring their dead parent back. Complete coincidence in how the main characters all parallel each other.

Anyway like 40 episodes later roy is now actively loosing and she goes nuh uh and PUTS A GUN TO HIS HEAD cause he has abandoned his compassionate ideals in that moment and he goes "the fuck u gonna do after shooting me" and she goes "kill myself, cause the flame alchemy" and he IS SO SHOOK BY THAT that he immediately goes

"I can't afford to loose you."

?!?!?!?!

And calms down and realizes that he has hurt her AGAIN which is like the thing he has felt immense guilt about (next to the genocide) for ten years and they have the tenderest liddle moment during which in the manga

HE TAKES HIS GLOVES OFF TO TOUCH HER HAND

and then like 10 minutes later the villains are like "hey Mustang u like this woman right" and almost kill her and that's when my tattoo happens which I cannot stress enough is like a split second and the closest they ever get to wach other like

ALL THIS

Just happens strewn over 64 episodes while the elric brothers do their heroes quest thing. First time viewers are not even equipped to get the weight of any of it and in all that time they NEVER EVEN CALL EACH OTHER BY THEIR NAMES

#original post #fmab #fullmetal alchemist brotherhood #fullmetal alchemist #riza hawkeye #royai #roy mustang #tw sui ideation #tw suicide

[blarrghe]

hello! For your prompts - "Tsk, who’s been a naughty apostate tonight?" for the pairing of your choice!

This is another ask that's been here for approximately five million years. I finally had a scenario for this cheesy line! As you might expect, there's smut, so after the cut it's on AO3.

@dadrunkwriting

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The ball at Halamshiral was certainly an event. A nice event, all told, except for the rift and the attempted murder, but they’d all managed that quite handily, Dorian thought. And then there’d been free wine. 

The Inquisitor had impressed. Dorian had been honestly a little shocked to see it. Unfairly, perhaps. The determined elf had certainly committed to his studies beforehand. Still, with the way he spoke and the way he looked and the way Dorian knew courts liked to gossip, he’d expected the nobility to eat him alive. 

They’d loved him. That was the problem with Taren Lavellan, Dorian supposed, you could try to deny his eminence all you wanted, but once faced with the man himself it was certainly difficult not to fall… to admiration. Of his poise and good character. 

He’d danced with grace, deflected intrusive questions with charm, and finished the night by returning from his battles in the courtyard with his hair slightly tousled and a few telltale spots of blood on his clothes; a political compromise settled with just the right amount of spectacle. 

He’d asked Dorian to dance, after it all. A trifling thing. A bit of tipsy swaying on the balcony, music muffled behind stained glass windows and under the whispering of the wind. Just the two of them, swaying to an imagined beat, close in the chill. 

Fine, it had been lovely. Possibly the most romantic damned moment Dorian had ever experienced in his life. 

He wasn’t one for romantic moments. They made him feel… itchy.  

He’d left shortly after, sorely in need of a new drink and some privacy, or perhaps one of those visits The Iron Bull was always promising to make him. Something to scratch that itch. He’d shot Bull a glance, thought about asking, but hadn’t had the heart. Or… the nerve. Yes, the nerve. His heart would not be holding him back, was not. Because Taren Lavellan was not his to keep in his heart, excellent dancer or no. 

He'd really have to put a stop to all that. A real effort into quelling the flirtation, without offending their friendship. Without losing… without losing out on all that was good about Taren Lavellan. 

He would think about that later.

They were being put up in Halamshiral for the night. Dorian’s room housed an appealingly large bath. He settled in with his drink, filling the bath with steamy, fragrant water, and decided to make the most of his time kept in luxury. 

And if The Iron Bull decided to come to call and relieve him of his tensions, all the merrier. 

When a knock rapped against his door he was pleasantly surprised. He answered the door in his robe, loosely tied. 

Taren Lavellan stepped back with a scarlet blush upon his cheeks. 

A little voice from inside Dorian’s emptied wine glass called out, ‘all the merrier!’ 

“Inquisitor,” he said, unable to keep from smiling in his surprise.    “I, ah… were you waiting for someone?” Taren glanced behind him, to the steam and the low lighting within his room.    “Oh, just getting comfortable for the evening,” Dorian replied, smiling and leaning against his doorpost, “the baths. Glorious. But I am available if you… needed something?” He let the question hang presumptuous. Taren blushed some more. 

It was fun to watch him blush. He had decided to think about censoring himself later, after all.  

“Well,” Taren began, centering himself with some of that winning charm and his characteristic directness, “I haven’t eaten.” 

Dorian waited for him to finish that potential innuendo, raising an eyebrow as he did.  

“Just… wine,” the Inquisitor admitted, rocking back on his heels with too much of a sway. 

Dorian reached out a hand and caught his shoulder on the way back. He examined him now with concern. The Inquisitor had evidently bathed and changed, the blood and dirt washed away, the torn fabric of his formals replaced with his more usual, comfortable Skyhold attire. But the evidence of the evening was still in his face; tired, strained. 

“Wine and blood loss,” Dorian noted with a frown. “Inquisitor, you ought to sit down.” 

He meant that. Not as suggestion but as… well, genuine suggestion, he supposed. There was a comfortable settee in the room, a warm fire already lit. Containing his urge to take advantage of the man in his off-kilter state was remarkably easy, really. It was the urge to care for him which was concerning.    “I took this tray from the party,” Taren said, and he held up a small tray now, producing it from behind his back.    “Aren’t we a naughty apostate tonight?” Dorian tutted, calling back with a lightness the inherent scandal that had followed him about the palace floor.  

Taren did not address his low-hanging mockery, only continued his explanation. “Some of these flavours are…” his face twisted in contemplation for a word, then he stuck out his tongue. “Bad,” he concluded.    “Astute,” said Dorian.   “Others are very good.”   “That’s the fun of Orlesian food. You never know what you’re going to get.”

“Anyway. I thought I’d… share,” Taren went on with a smile, sweet and sideways, rather than sultry, “and we could work out which was which.”    Dorian chuckled, unsure of where exactly the laugh was coming from. “I could be amenable to that,” he said.  

“That means yes?”   “That means yes.”

He held the door open wide and Taren stepped through it with his tray. Dorian locked the door with a decisive click behind him.

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#dadwc #my fic #my writing #pavellan #dragon age #dragon age fanfic

[youhavetosmile]

how about Anna, Theo and Foggy prepare our dear Matt for his first date with Karen, for example Foggy and Theo throw Matt in the bathtub, choose his clothes and Matt screams like a 3 year old because of the foam, the water and Anna tells Foggy and Theo to stop laughing because that's hilarious and that's what the brothers are for and Karen and Matt having their first kiss and it's super romantic

Well Karen goes to Nelson's Meafs to find Matt serving customers because he wanted to help his parents, so Karen leaves a note in Braille for Matt saying: it was an amazing night you're different from those stupid kids you are you and that's what I love about you and I wanted to know if you wanted to go to the school dance with me and then Matt smiled

An uncomfortable mix of excitement and nervousness swirled in Matt's stomach as he let the shower water run over him. He'd finally done it; he'd finally asked Karen on a real, actual date. And she had, by some miracle, said yes. The problem was now he actually had to do the date.

Matt peripherally registered the bathroom door opening, but it was all he could do to focus on taking a shower. A million contingencies ran through Matt's mind: what if the food was terrible? What if they ran out of things to talk about? What if he tripped her with his cane?

He heard the faucet running. With five people living in the house and only one bathroom, it wasn't uncommon for someone to come in while he was in the shower, so he returned to washing himself with an extra helping of soap. What if he got food stuck in his teeth? What if she didn't kiss him at the end of the night? What if she did?

The warmth that this thought sent through Matt's body was immediately extinguished by a rush of cold over his head. Matt shrieked at the abrupt change in temperature. Behind the shower curtain, he heard two very familiar laughs. "Guys! What the hell?" he yelled, sticking his head out.

"We're just trying to help, Matty," Theo snickered. "Didn't want you getting too excited before the big date."

"Yeah, cold water's supposed to be good for your skin anyway," added Foggy.

"I'm gonna kill you!"

Matt was about to rip open the shower curtain and wrestle his brothers to the ground, naked and soapy though he was, when their mother came in and saved him that additional embarrassment. "You two, out. Now," she said sternly. Without another word, Theo and Foggy left the bathroom. "Hurry up, Matt, you're using all the hot water" was all she said before shutting the door again.

An hour later, after more teasing from his brothers, some fussing from his mother, and a "don't be out too late, I need you in the shop tomorrow" from his father, Matt left the house and headed to Karen's. Four blocks north, two blocks west, fourth building on the right, fifth doorbell on the lefthand side, just like Karen told him. Buzz in, walk up the stairs, turn right, first door on the left. He hadn't told her that the directions weren't necessary, that he could follow her footsteps with his ears almost all the way home from school, so he knew exactly where she lived. Best not to freak her out too much.

Matt knocked on the door and heard chairs scraping behind it. "I'll get it!" a voice said.

"No, don't!" That was Karen.

"Oh, come on, I wanna meet him!"

"Kevin, stop!"

But Karen was too late. Her brother, Kevin, whom Matt had heard around at school but never actually met, opened the door. "So you must be the boyfriend," he said, and Matt could hear the smirk in his voice.

"Shut up, Kevin!" Karen caught up with Kevin, pulled him behind her, and swiftly shut the door. "Sorry," Karen said nervously. "He's such a pain."

"No worries. Brothers, am I right?"

"Yeah," Karen laughed nervously. "Should, uh--should we go?"

"Yeah," said Matt, moving to unfold his cane again.

"Wait," Karen stopped him. "Let me." Then she took his hand in hers, and it was all Matt could do not to grin like an idiot.

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Dinner went swimmingly. The curry was fantastic, and the company even more so. Matt didn't know why he'd been so nervous; their conversation flowed as naturally as it always had. There was just one more hurdle to get over: taking her home.

"This is me," said Karen, slowing to a stop in front of her front stoop.

Matt turned around to face her. "You sure you don't live two more blocks? Maybe three?"

"I wish." She took both his hands. "I had a really great time tonight, Matt."

"Me, too. And I'd like to do it again sometime, if--"

"I'd love that."

"Cool." In a momentary lapse of self-control, Matt slid his hand up to rest on Karen's cheek. He leaned in toward her, then froze suddenly. "Sorry. Is this okay?"

"Yes," she breathed.

"Can I--?"

"Yes."

Matt had always heard people describe feeling sparks when they kissed someone, but they were wrong. Sparks were jolting, sudden, and made you want to back off. Kissing Karen felt entirely different, like a warm gust of wind pushing them together, and he could've stayed there forever.

Eventually, she broke away softly. "Good night, Matt."

"Good night, Karen." She padded softly up the stairs, holding his hand until the very last second. He waited to make sure she got all the way into her apartment before he left. It was only when he nearly ran into a street light that he realized he forgot to take out his cane.

---

The next night, Matt was washing up after his shift at Nelson's Meats when his father came into the back room. "Matt," he called, "this came for you."

"What is it?" Matt asked, drying his hands and reaching out for the object.

"Just a piece of paper with some sequins glued on it. Theo said someone dropped it off for you."

"Who?"

"I'm not sure. We were so busy, I only saw her for a second. Tall, blonde, about your age..."

"Wait, Karen was here? Why didn't anyone tell me?" With a frustrated groan, Matt took the paper from his dad. But all his stress melted away as he ran his fingers over the bumps on the paper. Karen had used the sequins to spell out a note in Braille:

Matt-

Prom?

Love,

Karen

#karedevil #daredevil #matt x karen #matt and karen #karedevil fanfic #matt murdock #karen page #high school au #karedevil au #adopted au

[mlobsters]

things i learned about the opioid crisis that truly shocked me

oxycontin (oxycodone) is more powerful than morphine (i thought i had a decent understanding of opiates, apparently not)

purdue (makers of oxycontin) claimed less than 1% of people got addicted based on a handful of sentences letter to the editor (link to letter in NEJM) in a medical journal about patients taking short term narcotics in a hospital environment and called it a study

the package insert said "Delayed absorption as provided by oxycontin is believed to reduce the abuse liability of a drug." no proof - just believed.

the medical officer at the FDA, curtis wright, allegedly drafted the medical review with purdue including claims about very limited rates of addiction and potential for abuse. a year later, he went to work for purdue

sales reps were paid commission by the number of milligrams their doctors prescribed, encouraging doctors to continue increasing dosages

purdue claimed oxy didn't have the peaks and valleys associated with opioids and used an extremely distorted graph that was incredibly misleading to prove their point (log scale that flattened the curves)

they created the concept of "pseudoaddiction" which meant drug seeking addiction behavior was actually untreated pain so the solution was to increase the dosage

the company who launched the fentanyl spray subsys were encouraging doctors to prescribe it offlabel for back pain and the like with the explantion "pain is pain" asking how is back pain different than end of life cancer pain

i knew fentanyl was a serious problem but i had no idea the overdose deaths increase after the launch of subsys and competitors in 2012 was this stark and terrifying

insys was investing $3-4 million dollars in speaker programs that were a cover for bribing doctors to increase prescriptions of their fentanyl product

in 2015, subsys was one of the top five most profitable opioid products in the US - something that was only indicated for breakthrough pain in cancer patients on around the clock pain management with high opiate tolerance levels as part of end of life care

medicare would not approve the prescriptions and pay for them (many thousands of dollars for one month of subsys) for offlabel uses, so insys created a system where their reps would pretend to be from the doctor's office (in collusion with doctors, dr office would give the private patient information so insys could have the information needed) and lie about the diagnosis to get it approved

actual promo video for sales reps to sell fentanyl

from burlakof, former vp of sales at insys: "the only way that i knew how to do it, to get that guarantee, is to bribe doctors." "you're saying bribery, like you're kind of--" "yes, i am" "that has a really kind of, big meaning, that word." "yes. i think to use any other word would be irresponsible of me at this point." "back then, did you think, 'oh, i'm going to bribe people'?" "yes."

90% of all hydrocodone production was going to pill mills in the late 2000s

at one point broward county alone (ft lauderdale, just a bit north of miami) had 150 pill mills

florida regulations were so lax, anyone could open a pain management clinic - including people with felony drug convictions

florida also did not track out of state people filling prescriptions that would throw up red flags like it did in other states

a retired dea agent, lou fisher, worked with large pill mills to make sure they followed requirements and could pass inspections by dea acting as their "compliance officer"

but fisher was being paid by the wholesaler, he maintains he didn't do anything wrong

by putting prescribing into the hands of corrupt doctors, they could technically be following the rules

once the pill mills were shut down, a large population had been addicted to opioids via pills now only had heroin to turn to

the george brothers and others in pill mills were indicted under the federal RICO act and it was the largest prescription drug trafficking case in US history

chris george maintains he just ran a business. he didn't create addicts, he gave them a safer way to get their drugs. and the people coming to florida to buy his pills were the actual problem. "The patients are the ones that caused whatever problems we have here."

(ps the george brothers are also white supremacists)

stuff i've watched/listened to

American Pain (HBO) - documentary on pill mills in florida, primarily about the George brothers

The Crime of the Century (HBO) - documentary directed, produced, and written by Alex Gibney. The film follows the opioid epidemic in the United States, and the political operatives, government regulations and corporations that enable the abuse of opioids, particularly the Sackler family and Purdue Pharma. Part two focuses on the rise of fentanyl by Insys Therapeutics.

Opioids, Inc by FRONTLINE (PBS) full film on youtube

Opioids in America by American Scandal (podcast by Wondery)

Dopesick (Hulu) - dramatized series based on nonfiction book Dopesick: Dealers, Doctors, and the Drug Company that Addicted America by Beth Macy

Painkiller (Netflix) - dramatized series based on Patrick Radden Keefe's New Yorker article "The Family That Built an Empire of Pain" and Pain Killer: An Empire of Deceit and the Origin of America's Opioid Epidemic by Barry Meier

#opioid use disorder #opioid crisis #have had this sitting in my drafts for ages but i got so aggravated over that poll i finished up the alt text and here we go #addiction

[lettersleftunread]

// the last falsetto //

dear you,

when i first listened to this song, i easily associated it with someone. the song makes me feel like i'm walking barefoot at the beach, feeling the warm sand in between my toes, my hair flowing freely with the cold breeze, and my chest feels light as i breathe all my frustrations out in the air. he feels exactly like that. he feels like sunshine.

but after looping it for hours and rereading the lyrics multiple times, i took back the association because it doesn't match. all along, there's an underlying reason why i liked the song, and now, i realize it may be because of you.

there's probably a million things i'd like to say to you, but honestly, i think it'd be best if i just ask — how have you been?

a part of me wholeheartedly wishes that you're well, and that you're living your best life. a part of me wishes you're happy. but the part of me that recognizes the pain you caused totally wishes the opposite. i can't blame her though.

do you even remember how we started out as friends? it was the 5th of december, and we had emptied a lot of bottles. we were both drunk, and you were muttering the most nonsense sentences the world has ever heard despite us having a sensible conversation because the alcohol already took over. when the morning came, we were waiting for everyone to finish getting dressed so that we can go home. you sat by me while i'm hugging my stuffed bear and asked "can i hug you?". you were clingy when you're drunk, and funnily enough, i am too so i said yes. i think that was the first out of the many hugs we get to share. too bad the count finally halted.

we met again that afternoon for a photoshoot, and you, despite sleeping so soundly on the jeep to the point that your friend carried you to his apartment, turned out pretty decent. you looked great, like you weren't hurling hours before. that day was filled with so much bliss, and it's vividly etched in my memory. little did i know, the 6th of december marks a start of a beautiful friendship — so beautiful that the world doomed it to end terribly.

i don't want to delve deeper into what we had because even i cannot verbalize what that was. was there even a concept of "us" or was it just in my mind? all these years, the chronic thought of asking "what are we?" haunted me and what's sad is that i will never know the answer to that. maybe it's better not knowing. maybe it's better to just settle with the fact that you were the reason why my life was filled with bliss for a certain point in time, and for that, i will be eternally grateful.

at the back of my mind, i have this small box filled with little details about you. i know the song you listen to when you need that little push. you know how to braid someone's hair because you do your little niece's hair. you have this certain hyperfixation on this one particular italian word. oh god, i still remember how you smell like -- intoxicating, gentle, familiar.

and at the same time, you knew things about me, things i never even had the chance to verbalize out loud, but you still knew because you paid attention.

it will always be a mystery to me how you knew that i loved that particular song to the point that you asked me to sing it with you. i will never forget every single time you braided my hair because you knew i loved it when people play with my hair. you knew i love stickers, so you bought one that matched mine.

your arms, up until now, are what i consider my safest place in this world. no one has ever come close to the way you made me feel that night – the security, the serenity, the peace, everything – and five years later, you still own a part of me.

i'd like to think we knew each other pretty well -- perhaps to be loved is to be known. however, like the seasons, you and i went through drastic changes. we outgrew a lot of things, including each other. although sometimes, i think about these versions of us -- the version of us who deeply knew each other -- where did they go?

at nights when i walk home alone, or during spontaneous karaoke nights wherein i sing duets with a different person, and whenever i get the urge to braid my hair in the morning before i go to work, the question lingers, "what if?"

i'd like to think there's a universe out there wherein we decided to give in to chance. there's probably a universe wherein i decided to tell you that i love you, and you eagerly said it back. there's probably a universe in which the yearning and pining were mutual, and the love was unconditionally reciprocated.

like the song we sang to each other, i'd come home after a long day because in that world, you'll be mine and i'll be yours.

but that's all this was gonna be – a "what if". ours was never a case of bad timing because we're never made to course through this lifetime together. what we were were just ships that pass in the night — meant to meet at one point in time, but destined to sail off on our separate voyages, never to cross paths ever again.

it's bittersweet that i couldn't even say that our time has passed because we never even happened, but i grew to accept that i was never meant to be a part of your story. not a sentence, probably not even a phrase. i never made a mark on yours, but do remember that you are a whole chapter in mine.

#ships in the night #we can't be friends

[izzylovesyou2022]

Friendships Last (Some Turn Into Something More)~ Luke Hughes

Aurora pulled her blanket tighter around her body and looked up at the clock above the TV. It read 7:30. Luke should be home any minute now.

Aurora had moved in with her best friend since the age of five when she turned seventeen. Luke had just bought his first apartment and, with Aurora's family in finical trouble, the decision was made for them to move in together.

She fiddled with the small comfort ball in her hand and turned her eyes--one brown, one green--towards the door. Watching for Luke wouldn't make him arrive any faster but she really couldn't help herself. It was habit for her.

She remembered how shy and awkward they were the first couple times they were around each other. Luke had just turned 9 and Aurora had just turned 8. Kids being kids, Luke at first didn't want anything to do with her, but that didn't last long, and soon no one could tear them away from each other.

A key in the door made Aurora jump but soon a huge grin etched over her face and she threw the blanket off her.

"Luke!!!"

She bolted at him and threw herself in his arms, giggling when he caught her. She let out a happy laugh as he spun her around in a few circles and then gently dropped her on her feet.

"Hiya, petal. What time did you get home?"

Aurora giggled as Luke pressed a kiss to her forehead and took his jacket from him.

"A little after 6, Lukey."

Luke's lips twitched at the nickname his best friend still used for him all these years later and stretched his arms above his head.

"Did you eat when you got home, petal?"

Sometimes Aurora got too distracted by other things to eat, so part of the job Luke assigned to himself was asking Auroua this simple question whenever he came home.

"Yes. I made myself a turkey sandwich," Aurora replied, throwing her comfort ball from hand to hand.

Luke's shoulders relaxed and he patted her on the head as he walked past her.

"How about you pick out a movie for us to watch, petal, while I go change?"

Aurora let out another giggle as she bounced over to the movie collection by the TV.

Horror movies were most definatly out of the question so Auroua hummed and placed her fingers on the DVD case of the original Top Gun movie. Luke often teased her that the reason she loved watching it was because of Tom Cruise, but Aurora instisted she watched it because it was one of her dad's favorite movies.

"Top Gun, Aurora? Why am I not surprised?"

Aurora stuck her tongue out at Luke and set the movie up before grabbing the romote and climbing into Luke's lap.

"This seat is taken."

Luke rolled his eyes but allowed Aurora to get comfortable against him and smiled when she pushed her head under his chin.

It was about an hour later that Luke noticed Aurora wasn't making her usual commentary about the movie. It's not that Aurora was a huge talker during movies, but with certian movies that she'd seen a billion times, she loved commenting on details no one else noticed. She was fansinating that way.

He looked down and noticed she was asleep against his chest. This had happened a million times before, but something about her hand clutching his shirt made Luke's heart thumb hard against his ribcage.

He noticed Aurora had a few more freckles right above her nose. The sound of her soft breathing made Luke swallow a lump in his throat.

If he didn't know any better, he'd say he was starting to fall in love with her.

#luke hughes #university of michigan #uofm #hockey #college hockey #hockey imagines #college imagines #autism #friendships last (some turn into something more) #part 1 #series #nhl imagines #nhl fanfiction #best friends to lovers

[snzluv3r]

Have you ever had an allergic fit but couldn’t see what was making you sneeze?

oh my god YES this is so embarrassing and it sounds fake typing it out but long story short yes LOL.

i had a falling out with a friend couple years ago but she still had my favorite shirt in the entire world and for some reason instead of mailing it straight to me she mailed it to my gf at the time. my gf and i both kept forgetting about the shirt so it sat in an (open) box in my gf’s apartment for MONTHS until WE had a falling out & broke up, and she had to then mail it back to me.

i got the shirt in the mail after not seeing it for literal months and for some stupid reason i just assumed it was still clean (because i knew my old friend had washed it before she sent it to my ex) and i was so excited to have it back that i just had to put it on right when i opened the package

i feel like a key factor here is that every single one of us has adhd, so the shirt would sit in a box or on a desk waiting to be mailed for weeks and months at a time (we all suck it’s true). another very key factor is that in their two households combined, they had SEVEN cats—and i am extremely allergic to all seven of them.

of course, that thought never once crossed my mind when i was putting the shirt on and actually didn’t cross my mind until the next morning (dumb and embarrassing!!!!!) so i just went to watch a movie with my friends thinking nothing of it.

less than half an hour after putting it on my eyes started watering and getting really itchy so i rubbed them (i thought it was a regular itch, and therefor would be solved by scratching it) and they kept getting itchier no matter how much i rubbed them. i went to the bathroom to look at my eyes and see if maybe something was in my contact, which was when i saw that my eyes were actually Really red (like, allergic, red) and starting to swell up.

i still had no idea what i was reacting to but i figured it was a weird reaction to dust or something around me and just tried to stop touching my eyes so they didn’t swell up anymore. i went back to the movie and my nose started running and getting really tickly, especially when i sniffled which had become almost constant within five minutes of being back. i felt like i was going to sneeze but it wasn’t the worst tickle, just one of those tingly allergic ones that starts in your eyes and you can almost feel it as it spreads down your sinuses. i figured it was from whatever was bothering my eyes and tried not to focus on how itchy i was, but i started to hitch a little and the tickle went from more of a tingling to a suddenly urgent itch. i barely had time to get my arm up to cover my first sneezes, which were fully stifled and almost completely silent but still made me want to disappear from embarrassment.

i stifled tiny fits of doubles and triples for maybe five more minutes before some of my friends noticed and started asking if i was okay, which made it all the more embarrassing, and i could literally feel my cheeks heating up to match my red eyes and nose. i insisted i was fine and tried my best to hold my breath and will the tickle to go away but trying so hard not to sneeze made it 10x worse (shocking, i know)

i started sneezing again minutes later and managed to stifle ten sneezes in a row before the tickle spread into the back of my throat and the roof of my mouth, and i knew i was completely fucked. i don’t remember how many unstifled sneezes i let escape before i got out of my seat and out of the theatre but it felt like a million and i was so embarrassed. my eyes were so itchy now that they felt like they were burning, and tears were starting to stream down my face by the time i got back into the bathroom.

i blindly grabbed a handful of paper towels from the dispenser and locked myself in a stall to continue my fit which lasted for the entire rest of the movie and a while after we got home. keep in mind, i was STILL wearing the shirt, but there was still no connection in my mind between the shirt and my seemingly random allergy attack. to make it so much worse, in the car, when i ran out of paper towels, i started absentmindedly wiping my eyes with my shirt. in hindsight that didn’t do me any favors.

my sneezes started to slow down once i was in the car and didn’t feel as embarrassed or compelled to stifle but i kept rubbing my eyes (dumb!!!!!) which triggered the itch and made me start up again. none of us had any idea what i was allergic to so my friends were more concerned than they normally would be while i was just frustratingly confused as to what i could possibly be reacting to. it wasn’t pollen season and i only ever react this badly to hayfever or cats, but i hadn’t interacted with a cat in forever.

my friends went out to get some tissues and allergy meds while i showered, and i didn’t really stop sneezing until i fell into my benadryl induced coma and went to sleep for the night. the next morning my eyes were still considerably swollen and ridiculously bloodshot (my nickname for the day at work was fucking sn**p dog because i looked permanently stoned). after about the 5th time of explaining what was wrong with my eyes and why i was wearing my glasses, i had one of those epiphany moments where i literally stopped speaking and my jaw dropped.

both of the girls who had the shirt before me have 3+ cats. both of them left the shirt (freshly washed and clean) in open boxes in their rooms while they procrastinated mailing it. cats love boxes, especially to sleep in, and what’s a better cushion than a soft, clean t-shirt?

i wore a shirt that had been sat on by at least half of those seven cats, touching it with my hands and at some point accidentally touching my eyes. i was quite literally wearing a shirt covered in my biggest allergen for HOURS dumbfounded as to what could possibly be making me so sneezy.

the craziest part is that there really wasn’t any visible cat hair on the shirt, at least that anyone noticed. you’d think someone would point out if there were 5 colors of cat hair sticking to my shirt while i was actively having a mystery allergy attack. my theory is that my ex lint-rolled it before mailing it back to me, which got rid of the fur but not the dander. (i guess that answers the question of whether i am allergic to just the fur).

i was so shocked that i reacted THAT severely to secondhand allergen (one that i couldn’t even see) that i reached out to my ex to ask if the cats had been hanging out near the box before she sent it. the answer was yes by the way, it was all four of their favorite spot to sleep 🙃

side note—this was all during early-ish covid, so when i was sneezing the movie theatre it was all in a mask, which made the whole thing somehow a million times more humiliating. i kept stifling into elbow forgetting my sneezes were technically already covered

#to make a long story not so short at all oops #sorry i can’t be concise rn it’s not in me #i wish this was a joke like how does that even happen #moral of the story never wear a shirt just because it looks and smells clean because it might be coated in POISON #my asks #sneeze obs #snz obs #still can’t really believe this was real #it happened before i knew about the kink but god would i have run on here if i knew back then 😭😭 #self obs

[mrshyungwon]

Back Again

Featuring: fem reader x Kang Daniel (with. Allen Ma)

Genre: smut

Warnings: suggested lesbian sex, multiple boyfriends, abusive relationship, language (obviously), I don't really think that this needs to be age restricted because no one pays attention to those, unprotected sex (but seriously y'all, use your protection)

A/n: I'm a little rusty, so take it easy. Here we go

-You hadn't seen Daniel in two years. Ever since you broke up, you had ceased communication. The whole incident played again in your mind the day you saw a reel of him on Facebook.

-----

Daniel had just gotten back from "work." Well, he had said he was at work, but when he got home, he was drunk. He didn't have to tell you. You could smell it from the kitchen.

Before he was able to go into the bedroom you had been sharing for three months, you walked into the living room and said, "Daniel, where have you been?"

Daniel shook his head and said, "At the studio. It's where I always am."

You knew he was lying. "Daniel, what are you saying? Daehwi called me and said that you had left but you didn't come here."

"Oh, so you're talking to Daehwi now? Wow, so much for three months. How many guys have you been with this year?"

"Daniel...why?"

"You turned eighteen eight months ago and you have had five different boyfriends in that time. I am the oldest boyfriend."

"What are you saying, Daniel? I'm not cheating."

"Oh, that's what you said to Kibum while you were fucking with me and he was working. You think I'm going to fucking believe that?"

"Daniel..."

Daniel turned away from you for a second and then turned back to say, "You are a lying, cheating, eighteen year old slut! You fuck guys for fun and you had two miscarriages with two different guys! I am so surprised you don't have millions of STDs!"

"Daniel!" You cried. "What is going on?!"

"I think you know what's going on. You are lying to me, you bitch! I know you are fucking another guy other than me. You are with someone else. It's written all over your body. All those hickeys are not from me."

"Yes, they are! We get drunk almost every night and you mark me up every night! You are drunk and you're acting like a bitch!"

Daniel went up to you and slapped you so hard, you fell and started bleeding from your face.

"Don't say that to me, y/n. If anyone is a bitch, it's you."

Daniel left the room and went into your bedroom before shutting and locking the door. You had been left on the floor, bleeding and crying. You reached for your phone and called Daehwi to pick you up.

-----

Now, you were sitting on your couch, two years later, watching a reel of Daniel on your phone. He had grown his hair out and was dying it silver himself. He was also talking about how he hadn't had it dyed since two years ago, when his girlfriend left him. That was when he kept it black. You remembered that on the night if the incident, Daniel had orange and black hair.

You went to his profile and read his status. He was still making music, but WannaOne had broken up. His relationship status...two years single.

You didn't do anything, though. You had left Daniel to be away from him. After three months, he had hit you and lied to you. You couldn't be with that.

In the past two years, you had had two more boyfriends, and now you were living with the second one. Even though Allen was handsome and young and you had a good time with him, he wasn't like Daniel. Daniel was the man you had tried so many times to have a baby with. He had really wanted a child, but you figured that if he was going to slap you around, you could not have a baby with him. That was another reason you left him.

Instead of messing with his profile, you left it alone and left him alone.

Later, when Allen came home, he saw that something was wrong. He sat next to you and asked you, "What's wrong, babe?"

You looked at him and said, "Nothing. It's nothing."

Allen knew better, but he decided to leave you alone. Instead, he asked, "You want to go out for dinner?"

You nodded. "Yes, please."

-----

After dinner, you and Allen came home and got ready for bed. Once in bed, Allen came up behind you and hugged you. He buried his face in your neck and said, "Good night, y/n."

"Good night, Allen," you said as you remembered how you and Daniel would do more than cuddle. You kind of missed those nights. It's not like you and Allen didn't have sex, but Allen was concerned with your health and wore a condom. Daniel never wore one, but you were on birth control the first month. Then Daniel found out you were on the pill and he made you stop taking it. He really wanted a baby and he was going to do anything to have one. He didn't like the fact that you had a miscarriage with Jackson's baby and Yeosang's baby. He had you tested to see if you were fine and you had come out healthy. You still didn't get it. Why weren't you having children? The doctor told you that you were too young to be pregnant.

Allen felt you flinch as he moved and said, "Y/n what is wrong?"

You wriggled free of Allen's grip and said, "I'm just really hot. I need to cool down."

You got up and walked to the kitchen. You sat on the counter and thought about all the times Daniel would ask you about your exes. Allen never asked you. It was like he wasn't interested.

The ex that Daniel really hated was Minghao. When he heard that he was your favorite, he made you almost forget Minghao completely.

Minghao wasn't your favorite anymore. Now, it was Daniel. You missed Daniel's teasing at night and his lovely voice whispering to you in the dark. He would talk about your future family and how perfect it would be. Now, you hadn't had a family at all.

The ex story that Daniel liked the most was the small lesbian thing you had with Minnie. He loved that you had been dating a woman who was older than you. He thought it was hot.

You started crying as you remembered all of your relationship with Daniel. Allen walked in and said, "Y/n, some thing is wrong. You need to tell me. I want to know."

That wasn't like Daniel at all. Daniel could basically read your mind. You told Allen, "I'm just...oh Allen. I can't do it anymore! I'm just not happy! I can't seem to get happy. It's impossible."

"Is this about me? Do you want to break up?"

You looked at Allen and said, "I don't know what I want. I am so confused and sad. I just need to clear my head."

"Y/n, if you want to break up, just tell. I'll do anything to make you happy."

You couldn't lie to Allen. You nodded and said, "Yes. I can't do it anymore. I feel so fake. I do love you, but I just feel all run out of love. Like I can't love."

Allen nodded and said, "I do love you, y/n, but if you think that this is the best thing to do right now, ok."

"Are you sure Allen?"

Allen nodded again. "I'm sure. If you're not happy, I'm not happy. I want you to be happy, y/n. If breaking up is going to help, then ok."

You were silent for a bit until Allen finally found out what was going on. "Is it an ex?"

You nodded. "Yes."

"You miss him?"

You sniffed and said, "Yes, I do."

Allen sighed and said, "Ok, umm...this is kind of awkward. But, if you do want to be with him again, you can. I'm not stopping you."

-----

After looking Daniel up on almost every website, you found his address. He was living in an apartment in Seoul. A very nice apartment, in fact.

You had gotten ready to go see him. You didn't know if he was going to be home, but you decided to take a chance. You made sure not to dress very fancy, but you made sure to dress like you were doing well for yourself. You actually were. In the past two years, you had become a jewelry designer and a fashion model.

His apartment building wasn't that far away. Just almost in the middle of Seoul. You were living at the end of Seoul.

You drove to the building and by checking the website once again, you found out he lived near the top.

Sighing, you got out of the car and went inside. You stepped inside of the elevator and selected the floor he was on.

The elevator ride was around five minutes long, seeing that a bunch of people were coming in and getting off. Finally, you got to the floor you wanted and started to look for Daniel's apartment number. It wasn't very hard to find because Daniel lived on the top floor and on the top floor was a suite, so the only door on that floor was his.

You knocked on the door because you knew how Daniel hated to hear the doorbell. You were the only person he told that to.

You were worried that you had just walked in on him with a girl, but when he opened the door, he was wearing all of his clothes and his hair was the silver he had just dyed it. When he opened the door, all he could do was just stare at you. He looked at you up and down. He could not take his eyes off of you.

"Y/n..." He said.

"Can I come in?" You asked.

He licked his lips and said as he stepped back, "Sure...come on in."

You stepped into his apartment and took your coat off. You were going to hang it up, but decided to keep it on your arm. You didn't want to make yourself at home. You wanted to see if he was still the same as he was when you left him. Then you realized that you forgot to put your blush on. Sure, you were wearing foundation, but it didn't hide the scar on your face enough. You tried to hide it with your hair.

"Can I get you something to drink?"

"You don't by any chance have wine or anything?"

He shook his head. "I quit drinking."

"I'll have some water."

"Sparkling or regular?"

"Sparkling."

"So," Daniel said as he got the water for you. "How have you been?"

You shrugged. Then you saw that the earrings he was wearing were your brand. "I'm a jewelry designer."

He nodded. "Yeah, I saw you on TV. I guessed you were a model, too."

You nodded. "I am. I model for Gucci and Prada."

Daniel put his hands in his pockets. "You always did tell me you wanted to be a model. Now, look at you. You made your dream come true."

You smiled and said, "What about you? Seeing that you moved into a new apartment like this, leads me to guess that you're doing pretty well."

Daniel looked around. "I guess so."

He was still so handsome, you thought. His shoulders were broad and he was so thin. Not in an unhealthy way, but in a fit way. "I heard about WannaOne. I'm sorry you guys broke up."

Daniel shrugged. "We're all still in contact. We're all doing pretty well." Then he saw your face. He saw the scar through your foundation. "Is that from me?"

Fuck, you thought. You nodded. "Yeah." No matter what, you just could not lie to Daniel. It was impossible to lie to him.

Daniel looked at the floor and said, "I'm sorry about that. I don't know what got into me."

"You were drunk and you accused me of cheating on you."

"That's because you were talking to Daehwi so much."

"I wasn't cheating though. Why would I cheat on a person like you? I would have had to be insane. The reason I left you is because of what you did to me."

"I said I was sorry."

"Is that all you have to say is sorry?"

"What do you expect me to do? Go down on my knees and beg for your forgiveness?"

You couldn't believe it. You two were fighting again. "No, Daniel. I want you to..."

"-...Confess everything? Ok, I will. I want you back, y/n. I fucking want you to be mine again. I missed you so fucking much and I want you to come back. Just leave your old new life behind and please give me another chance."

You couldn't believe that either. He was asking for you back after all that he had done to you in five minutes. You were standing there, shaking your head, holding your coat. Your arm was starting to get sore.

Daniel saw that you were hesitant, so he got closer and said, "Put your coat down. It looks uncomfortable." When you didn't, he said, "You always were stubborn." He pushed you against the wall and pressed his lips against yours. After all those years, he still tasted the same and still kissed the same. Nothing changed.

His lips kept enveloping yours. His tongue tried to break through and it was only after a little bit that you let him in. He shoved his tongue in your mouth and touched your own. You groaned as he went deeper. He put his hands on your hips and your waist. He wrapped his arms around you and held you closer as he continued kissing you.

"Daniel," you tried to say once he went down your neck. "Daniel...please. We can't."

"Yes, yes we can," he said. "I want to. I missed you so much, y/n. There wasn't a night that I didn't hope that you would come over and just forgive me and we could just make love like we always did whenever we got into a fight."

"I was scared, Daniel."

Daniel sighed against your skin. "I am such an asshole. I can't believe I made you be scared of me. What a shitty boyfriend, huh?"

"No," you said as he started touching you again. "Not shitty. Just a bit of an asshole."

"Oh, y/n. Please...please come to bed with me. I want you back so fucking much."

"It's daylight, Daniel."

"Don't you remember we would do it in your parents bathroom whenever we would come over? And we did it in church during service. And in a restaurant bathroom. And then that one time when we did it at your sister's wedding."

"Ok, Daniel, God! You have to mention all of that?"

"Yes, I do. Just to make you remember how happy we were then. How we loved each other so much. How we wanted a family, but we couldn't have one. You were too young. I still want a family, but I never had another girlfriend. No girl could match you. Ever. You were the only one for me."

You looked into Daniel's eyes and saw that he was telling the truth. He wasn't changed in his mind or heart. He had stopped drinking and every day, would hope that you would come back to him. And you did. You wrapped your arms around him and said, "Ok, Daniel. Take me to bed."

Daniel took a deep breath and picked you up by your legs. He took you into his bedroom, which was totally roomy and beautiful. He still hadn't opened the curtains, which saved a lot of time for him. He laid you on the bed and hovered over you. He started kissing you again and touching you. You let out a noise once his hands touched your clothed breasts. He stopped making out with you and said, "What's wrong?"

You breathed deeply and said, "You always knew what to do to make me vulnerable."

He smiled and started touching your breasts again. You closed your eyes and moaned. You could feel him getting harder as he sat on you.

Then he started touching your hips and your covered pussy. You whimpered as he kept touching it. He was making you feel more vulnerable by the second. He would do this every time when you two were together.

Daniel took your leggings and panties off halfway. He saw that you were bare and clean. You skin was smooth and beautiful. He looked at you and said, "So, did you get that done or did the modeling agency pay for it?"

"It was for my job. I'm a swimsuit model, too."

Daniel smiled and continued to touch your bare pussy. You saw him take his belt off and throw it somewhere in the corner. He took his pants off and you really felt him on you through his boxers. His cock was so hard, just like it always was when you had sex. He unbuttoned your white blouse and unhooked the front of your bra. The moment he took his shirt off, you were reminded of the nights you two had years ago. He was still so hot for his age. Not that thirty was very old.

"Daniel," you said.

"Oh, God, I wish you could call me my pet names again. I miss them so much."

You put your hands on his back and said, "Daniel...all in good time. Not yet. We just got in bed."

Daniel sighed and said as he continued to touch you, "I missed you, y/n. I can't believe you came back to me. After all the shit I did to you, all the bullshit I said to you. You came back. Wait...how did you know I was here?"

You blushed and said, "I looked you up on White Pages."

He smiled and said, "I found your profile on Facebook. I wanted to friend you but then I saw your relationship status. You were dating Allen Ma?"

You nodded. "I broke up with him last week."

"How many boyfriends have you had since me?"

You groaned as he slipped his fingers inside of you. "Umm...two. Allen was my last."

"Who was the lucky guy before him?"

You blushed as you said, "Jake Sim."

"Wow. So in order, you had Taeyong, Jackson, Yeosang, Minghao, Minnie, Kibum, me, Jake, and Allen. All in three years."

"You still like the fact I was a lesbian for a time?"

Daniel laughed. "I think it was hot."

You groaned again as his fingers went deeper inside of you. You got even louder when he curled his fingers inside of you.

"So what would you and Minnie do?"

"Fuck," you said as he started pumping his fingers. "Umm, we would finger each other and...you know, eat each other out. It was a little weird, but it felt nice."

Daniel smiled. "Almost as nice as this?"

"Oh fuck no. You always did everything better. Everything was so much better."

"Would she wear a fake cock?"

You blushed. "Yes. Sometimes we would take turns."

"It didn't feel as good as I do, right?"

"I haven't felt you in a while. I want to though."

Daniel groaned and took his fingers out of you. He wiped them clean on the sheets and shoved his cock inside of you. You moaned so loud that he covered your mouth with his own. He started pumping and the bed started to shake. You were groaning under him as he fucked you. You almost screamed when he got deeper. It felt so good to have Daniel inside of you again.

"Daniel...Daniel..."

"Call me daddy, baby."

"Oh, fuck. Daniel, I can't." You wanted to, though. You wanted him to breed you so much. When you said no, he started going faster until you finally screamed out, "Daddy! Oh God, Daddy, please. Please breed me, Daniel! Please breed me, Daddy. I want a family with you. I want you to be with me again. I love you, Daniel. I don't want to be a mommy to anyone else's children. I want to have your baby, Daniel."

Daniel groaned as he continued to make love to you. "Y/n, baby, I don't want to have a family with anyone else. You are the only one I want. I love you too, cookie."

You groaned after you heard your old pet name. No one else but Daniel called you that. He started calling you that after you two had found out you were in love. It was actually in the church you had sex in. You thought back at that moment with guilty pleasure. You two were in the church kitchen when he pushed you against the fridge and started taking your church clothes off. He thought you were a hypocrite for walking around in a church, like you were a saved innocent little girl. You had just finished fucking on the island before the pastor came in. Since then he had started calling you cookie. There was no reason. He just thought it was a naughty thing to say.

Now, here you two were two years later. In his bedroom, in his high rise apartment, in his king sized bed, and he was calling you cookie again.

Daniel was probably fucking you for a little over an hour when you cummed for the fourth time. That was the power Daniel had over you. He could make you cum just like that.

Now, he was working you differently. You could sense that he was close to cumming for the third time. He was ready to give you his seed. He released his cum inside of you and let it go in until he was sure he was finished. Then, he pulled himself out of you and said, "Cookie, that was amazing."

You were so weak, you could barely form a sentence.

Daniel got up and went into his bathroom. You could hear running water when he came back into the room. You had your eyes half closed when he picked you up ever so gently and carried you to the bathroom. He placed you in the tub of warm water and bubble bath. He started cleaning you off in the most gently way he could. He used the softest washcloth he owned to wash your body. Then, he drained the tub and filled it with new water to rinse you off.

Once you were clean, he wrapped you in the fluffiest towels you had ever felt and laid you in bed. Then, he went into the bathroom and took a shower. He dried himself off and put some clean clothes on. Then, he laid in bed with you and held you until you both fell asleep.

It was dark when you woke up. You were all dry and warm when you sat up. Then you felt Daniel's arm bring you back down to the bed.

"You are not getting up," he said. "You need rest."

All of the memories from when you woke up before came to mind. He would make you stay in bed while he made something in the kitchen. That's what he did. He was gone for about half an hour when he came back into the room and said, "I'm making soup. Let's get you dressed."

He went into his closet and pulled out some women's clothes. You looked at them and said, "I thought you said you didn't have anymore girlfriends."

"I didn't. These are yours from two years ago. You left them when you left me."

You remembered. Daniel had locked your bedroom door and you had left with Daehwi with the clothes on your back.

"I tried to call you about them, but you never answered."

"I had my number changed."

"You really hated me, didn't you?"

You shook your head as you sat up and tried to cover your breasts with the towel. "I didn't hate you. I was just scared that you would follow me."

Daniel set the clothes on the bed and sat next to you. "I fucking hate the idea that I made you scared of me. I hate it. I never wanted you scared. I just thought I was right and I lied to you about working longer hours. All I was doing was drinking."

You got up and started dressing yourself. The perfect curve of your waist made Daniel not want to take his eyes off of you.

You sat back down and said, "I know, Daniel. I didn't want to leave, but I knew that I needed to. Now I know that I need to be with you and you only."

Then Daniel leaned in close and pressed his lips against yours. Then you pushed him away and said, "Your soup."

Daniel got up quickly and went into the kitchen to check on his soup, which was boiling over.

The End 😚

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ITADORI YUJI MYSTERIES AS OF NOW

number 1: why is he so crazy even BEFORE becoming a jujutsu sorcerer

it seems like he had a normal and happy upbringing, he never even met his real parents or had any contact w the sorcery world before the events in the series (his own birth doesnt count) so WHY IS HE LIKE THIS T-T

im so serious. he is UNHINGED. its like his survival instinct kicks in a million years later than normal. stubborn and sturdy almost to a fault, both physically and mentally, always running towards danger unprepared, getting seriously hurt, and getting back up again. like yea ok todo picked him up during his fight w mahito but, dude, itadori has died TWICE in the series till now n hes still going, his will stronger than ever before (ya know wat they say tho, 3rd times the charm am i right hahah*WRECKS THE ROOM*)

i mean even gojo says hes not ok in the head in like chapter 5 (FIVE!!!!!!!!!)

tbh this is the question that bothers me the most but its also prob the one that will never be answered...man..

number 2: did he fucking eat his sibilings.....(spoilers: wrong question)

......who are not rly people i guess..or human.... they are curse/human hybrids which were never truly "born" so they are uh...wombs..or fetuses or smt like dat...mmh yeah knowing this doesnt make it sound less horrifying..

at first i thought he had eaten sukunas last "missing" finger cos he looked so disgusted while saying so (yay sukuita hatred is mutual💕👰🤵)..also hes eaten like 15 of those things till now, so yanno its our daily bread for him..

but then hes talking 2 choso abt this n its like..dude...... dude what do you mean living as a part of you..

long story short: YES HE DID HE ATE THESE FREAKIGN THINGS:

& obviously since hes itadori yuji they didnt take over n instead he got their powers and techniques. i think thats where he got his cool new armor that kinda looks like tough flesh.

and apparently he can manipulate his own blood also, which again i think its the result of eating the death paintings. he made it explode in sukunas face lol but idk if he can do other things w it maybe i missed smt.

he learned to use the technique super fast too BUT thats probably due to the "cheating" yuta metions when sukuna asks how the fuck did they power up so fast. i saw a yt video theorizing this was maybe due to training done in a simple domain that compresses time (like when maki trained w the sumo guy)...idk dude..

(btw i think so, so often abt how gojo theorized that itadori maybe could use sukunas technique/s since itadori was borrowing his cursed power….i wonder if he never could do it cos sukuna was so freaking uncooperative until the bitter end aka their soul divorce lol.. bc clearly itadori is capable of learning techniques that are not his own..idk idkkkk just sayin….wondering…)

OH YEA i almost 4got cos i just made another post abt it but he can also use the fucking reverse curse technique as well. bro even gojo had trouble mastering that..like again yea they "cheated" but still wow.

number 3: this freaking dude can touch souls now

ok we kinda knew this already from mahito and itadori's 1st fight but..this scene:

they switched bodies!!!!!!!......????? i think???!! and i cant think of other reason except an "exchange of souls" bc in jjks world sukunas soul habiting itadoris or megumis body, or the death paintings taking over human bodies are possible ways in which a soul can get inside another body. whats more, mahitos or nobaras techniques can directly affect the soul so this shud totally be possible.

& it looks like itadori in particular can affect others' soul with precision.

the question is How the hell..... bc as far as we know no one else has this power amongst the surviving sorcerers (i want her (nobara) back so bad rn....)

IT COULD BE that book choso got from yuki that contained all of her research abt the soul..still, itadori is the only one whos shown to be able to actually be able to do this so accurately. sukuna is the one who confirms it:

yea idk dude itadori yuji is an absolute beast..im so weirded out when i see ppl underestimate him n caling him an npc, dumb, etc, lol ToT he is such a good character it drives me insanies ..i didnt even touch on his thematic weight in the series (bc OF COURSE, as the main character, he is key in this. his beliefs are core to his character and directly opposes sukunas, in spite of the asshole always laughing in his face about ..just kidding its obviously BECAUSE he is so different from itadori that he just doesnt get it n simply disregards him as a powerless idiot..i mean we r talking abt the guy who valued power so much he casted away everything else, even his own humanityaaaAAAH ok ill shut up nowwww)

#i got TIRED of writing aaaaaaAAAAAAAAAAAAA #whatever im off to read fanfics now!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #jjk manga spoilers #di4ry