#(and he wants to give every single one flowers and a heartfelt thank you)

[its-time-to-write]

i hold it like a grudge - ch. 4

in case you didn’t know, i LOVE childhood friends-to-lovers. especially with Jamie.

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If you breathe a little easier with the knowledge that Jamie’s gone, that is a secret between you and the universe. Keeley is more or less a fixture in your life, and she takes over your PR and socials. You talk about buying a house, but decide you like your flat. She drags you to Richmond games, but it only takes one for you to decide that you love it. Man City is still your team despite the fact that you still can’t wear their kits, but blue and red is decidedly easier to put on now that you only associate it with Keeley.

Time slips away quickly, and before you know it, the football season has both ended and started again. Keeley’s going to meet you at your flat to go to match week 3, so you close up shop early and head home to get ready.

You’re in the kitchen eating an apple when Keeley comes barreling in, breathless.

“Jamie’s back,” she wheezes.

You freeze, mid-bite. 

“Okay?” you respond.

“Just don’t want you to be fucking blindsided!” Keeley says.

You laugh. “Keels, everything his does is a blindside. I just don’t care anymore.”

“Alright, but if you see him skulking around, just remember I told you,” she warns.

You throw away your apple core. “Thank you for letting me know, but I truly do not give a shit. You ready to go?”

—

You’re not sure skulking is the word you’d use for what Jamie’s doing.

Because yes, Keeley was right to warn you, he did turn up. 

Technically, you haven’t spoken to him since the phone call where he informed you of your breakup. Even when he told you he was going to Manchester, you said one single word to him (which you don’t even count).

You can’t kick him out because he’s not doing anything. He shows up, purchases a dangly earring, and then doesn’t fucking leave. He just stands there and fucking talks.

The first thing out of his mouth besides “Can I look at those?” is a goddamn apology that is what, two years too late?

It’s heartfelt, it’s sincere, it’s not worth anything at all to you.

“Okay,” you say once he’s done. “Will that be all for you today?”

He opens his mouth, closes it, says, “No,” then launches into a story about Georgie and how she misses you and how Simon says if you tell them you’re visiting, he’ll make sure to bake all your favorites.

You don’t give him the courtesy of your visible attention, but you’re listening all the same. 

You have been keeping up with them, it’d be strange not to, but you haven’t physically seen either of them since you left. You send Georgie custom pieces every month, and something special for mother’s day. She calls with stories about your mum, and doesn’t expect you to respond, just lets you cry through the phone.

“I uh, visited your mum,” he says.

You whip back around, eyes wide but still refusing to speak.

He holds his hands up. “It were on the anniversary. Just went to put flowers down.”

You breathe in deep through your nose. You refuse to respond.

Jamie nods once, taps the counter and leaves.

—

He’s back the next day, but you’re with customers. They’re incredibly picky and for once, you’re happy to bring out every type of metal and font you have.

It takes a grand total of 45 minutes, but he stays and browses. It’s a small shop so there’s not much to look at. Jamie persists.

You wave them out the door then grab a broom to sweep the leaves they’ve tracked in.

Jamie takes a cue, (certainly not your cue) and starts talking again. This time it’s about Lust Conquers All. He rambles on for a few minutes about TV production and how everything was scripted before he says something that really catches your attention.

“So basically, I went on to piss of me dad. And it fucking worked, but then he texted me all this shit how I’m- well, not gonna say what he said. You know what he’s like,” he finishes.

You almost snap the broom handle. “Why the fuck does your dad have your number?” you ask before you can remember your ‘no talking to Jamie’ policy.

Jamie looks away. “Dunno.”

“Oh so he just found it somewhere and when he texted you you didn’t think to either block him or get a new phone with your millions of pounds?” 

Jamie shrugs. He’s still not looking at you but he says, “He’s my dad.”

A muscle in your arm twitches. You want to reach out to touch him, but you won’t. You’ve just crossed the talking boundary, and you still haven’t accepted his apology.

You sigh. “Do you even want me to argue this with you?”

“No one else fucking will,” Jamie says softly.

“Fine,” you say. “He’s a piece of shit. Blood means nothing. Find a better father figure.”

The corner of his mouth turns up at that. “Yeah. Might actually try that.”

He buys a gold band with a “J” stamped on it and leaves.

—

Jamie returns the next day a little more dejected than usual.

“If you’re going to be here, you can sit behind the counter. Don’t need you in the way if people are trying to buy,” you tell him as soon as he walks in.

He sits quietly for a whole hour, barely even shaking his leg. You sell enough for groceries for the next month, then check online sales. Jamie hasn’t spoken and you’re not going to initiate it.

“Yes,” you softly exclaim.

Jamie perks up at that. “Good news?”

“Uh huh,” you smile. “I could close this place for two years and live completely off my savings if I have to. I just got an order from America that’s going to get so much publicity.”

He nods. “Good for you,” he says. He means it, you can tell, but he’s still sad.

“I’m sorry,” he says.

You cock your head at him.

“I really am,” he continues. “It were a shitty thing to do. I should’ve at least- paid for your uni, or your flat, or some shit. I dunno.”

“It wasn’t about the money,” you reply calmly. “Fuck off with that shit. It was the fact that we made all these plans and then not only did you leave me without a warning, but you cheated on me instead of breaking up with me yourself. I used to give a shit why you did it, but I don’t anymore. I was mad because you handled it like a fucking child.”

Your tone of voice is chilling. It’s flat and clinical, without even a trace of discernible anger.

“It wasn’t because of you,” he says.

“Obviously it was a little bit because of me,” you retort.

“It wasn’t,” he insists. “I did it because I was fuckin’ stupid. I was fucking drunk and her picture’s been on my wall since I were thirteen, and the lads were egging me on.”

“Uh huh,” you say, unconvinced.

“Fine,” Jamie says. “Fine. My PR lad told me it’d be great for me brand and I thought fuck it, who gives a shit? I dunno.”

You nod. “Great. Now go fuck off. Find somewhere to go and someone else who will listen to your sob story because I sure as shit don’t care. I’m about to take lunch, so I have to lock up.”

“I did fuck off,” Jamie grits out. “Listened to you about father figures, went back to Ted and begged for a spot at Richmond. He said fucking no, so I don’t have shit to fuck off to.”

You pause, considering him for a moment before saying. “Nope, still don’t give a shit. Goodbye Jamie. I’m on break, so no customers in the shop.”

As you head to lunch, you hope he doesn’t remember you well enough to catch you lying.

—

“I don’t have time for this, Jamie,” you say as you hastily wrap up a package. “Don’t know if you can tell, but I’m swamped right now.”

“I can help,” he offers, and you have too many people at once to tell him no. 

As you weave around each other, talking to customers and wrapping up pre-made pieces, you’re reminded of the time he got out of training to come bag groceries at your cashier job. Took your manager an hour to notice, and even then he didn’t care enough to kick Jamie out.

You finally say goodbye to your last customer and flip the sign to closed. It’s dark outside and pouring rain. 

“Shit,” you say. “I left my umbrella at home.”

“You’re not walking home in that,” Jamie says disbelievingly.

“Well, I’m not sleeping here,” you reply.

Jamie squints at you. “I’m driving you. Car’s around the corner. I’ll go get it.” He points at you and says, “Don’t go anywhere.”

He’s gone before you can protest and if you’re honest with yourself, you can stand a few minutes with Jamie if it means not getting drenched. On the other side, now he’ll know where you live. 

The ride is silent. He’s playing fucking Islands in the Stream, and you’re pissed off because you know for a fact it’s from your old playlist. He pulls into your driveway and you say a clipped, “Thanks.”

“Oi.”

You sigh and pinch the bridge of your nose. 

Jamie asks, “You gonna be alright?”

“Yes,” you say. “Goodnight.”

“Mum will be awake all night,” he says. “She said you can call her, even if you don’t want to talk.”

You still. 

“You sure you’re alright?” he repeats softly.

It’s hard to respond when you’re choked up.

Here’s the thing about rain; your mum loved it. 

She used to open up the kitchen windows whenever it was coming on so the clean smell could fill the whole house. She would splash in puddles with you and Jamie when you two were in primary school while Georgie laughed from the porch. 

One of your favorite memories was at Georgie and Simon’s wedding. Jamie had started to make more money, already been playing football for a while. You were both eighteen and unaware of the fact that he had a Man City contract in the near future, nor that you had less than ten months left with your mum.

He’d paid for a private garden venue, just the five of you, with your mum practically swimming in her bridesmaid dress.

“I don’t get it,” you had fretted. “It fit last month.”

She patted your cheek and said, “Don’t worry about it, darling.”

You should have worried about it.

But as it was, it started raining during the reception and your mum had grabbed Georgie’s hand as they swung around, splashing in the grass.

Jamie had taken your hand and twirled you, but the thing you remember the most was the smile on your mum’s face. It was so bright, so happy and in hindsight, it made you wonder if she knew how fast the clock was ticking. Less than a year was far less than the six the doctors had all-but promised.

Tomorrow is the anniversary of her passing. You’ve never been able to call it death, because it just seems wrong, somehow. Or maybe saying it will make it more real. It’s been years, yes, but you know you’ll carry your grief with you everywhere you go. You hold it, cradle it in both hands close to your chest, afraid of what will happen if you try to let go.

So no, you’re not alright. And you’re especially less alright with the fact that apparently Jamie remembers things about your relationship and your life and maybe he didn’t just purge his brain of his first twenty years on earth like you tried to.

He says, “Let’s go inside,” but you only kind of hear him over the rush in your ears.

Drowning. 

I can do this, you think automatically as you hand Jamie your house key.

I can do this.

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#jamie tartt x reader #jamie tartt fanfiction #jamie tartt imagine #jamie tartt x y/n #jamie tartt x you #jamie tartt #ted lasso

[cowgurrrl]

Ok maybe I love angst???? I know you wrote readers perspective during break up but what about Joel’s perspective seeing pap pics or posts from crew, knowing Sarah and Ellie still chat with reader?

Sick and FUCKING TWISSSTTTEEEDDDD

but yes 😈

Night Shift

Pairing: rockstar!joel miller x actress!reader

Summary: “Some days, I want to spit me out, the whole mess of me, but mostly I am good

and quiet.” - Camille Rankine, “Emergency Management” [1.3k]

Warnings: angst, Joel being the best dad, I think that’s it??

The first thing he said to the girls when he told them about the breakup was, "But if you still want to have a relationship with her, that's totally up to you. I know you guys both really liked her." And it was true. After years of being more or less a single dad, he wasn't about to pry the first woman he'd introduced to them from their hands. He reasoned that they were old enough to make their own decisions regarding their relationships. Who was he to take that away? He just wasn't expecting it to hurt as much as it did.

When Sarah got into UCLA, he took the girls to a fancy dinner downtown. He's always been one to shower his daughters in love and adoration, especially when one of them hits a huge milestone and especially now that he has the resources to do so. The night was filled with laughter, wistful ideas about the future, and a few tears on Joel's part. He put his own schooling on hold to raise Sarah, and now, to see her accomplish something he never did, it's warranted for him to be a little emotional. 

Those emotions are still fresh when he wakes up to Sarah sitting at the kitchen table, a beautiful flower vase on the counter. He walks over to where she's sitting and kisses her head before asking who the flowers are from. He expects them to be from his parents or even Tommy and Maria to celebrate the good news, but when Sarah says your name, everything in him freezes. 

"I texted her when I found out because she helped me with applications and stuff. I didn't know she was gonna send anything." She says sheepishly, but Joel composes himself and shakes his head.

"That's perfectly fine, baby. It was nice of her to send you something pretty." He recovers, and she smiles as she walks over to the vase and plucks a note between the petals. 

"She sent a nice note, too. D'you wanna read it?" She asks. He rocks back on his heels, glancing between the flowers and the soft smile on his daughter's face. She wouldn't offer if she didn't want him to read it. He nods weakly, and she hands him the tiny notecard, rereading it over his shoulder.

For SBM,

Congratulations on getting into UCLA! I'm proud of you every day but especially today. You're going to do amazing things, kid, and I can't wait to see what they are.

Love you

Then, under the heartfelt note are your initials. Joel stares at them like it's enough to fix the past and bring you back to California. Sarah notices and wraps her arms around him, squeezing him tightly. He takes a deep breath and kisses her temple.

"That was very nice, honey. D'you text her to say thank you?"

"Yeah, but she's ahead by a few hours, so she probably won't see it for a while," she mumbles. "Have you talked to her since she left?" He thinks about lying to soften the blow for her as all good parents do, but she'd see right through that.

"Don't think she'd wanna hear from me."

"That's not true." 

"She's workin'. I'm pretty sure the last thing she wants right now is to hear from her ex."

"How do you know?" She challenges, and he gives her a look.

"What?"

"How do you know the last thing she wants is to hear from you? What if she's waiting for you to make the first move?"

"Sarah." He says, shaking his head. 

"I'm just saying you never know until you try! You, obviously, cared about each other. That doesn't just go away overnight." She says, throwing her arms up in defeat.

"It's not that simple."

"Because you still love her."

"Because I fucked up," he says. He makes it a point not to curse in front of the girls very often, but they can always tell when he's upset because it slips out. Old habits die hard, right? Sarah stands there, staring at her dad, as he thinks. "I hurt her, and when you hurt someone, you don't get to decide when things are okay again. I hurt her, and she did what she had to, and I have to respect that."

"You could tell her Angela disappeared again. Maybe that'd make it better?" She suggests, and Joel's heart breaks all over again. Sarah put a lot of faith in Angela this time. They all did. He thought she had turned a corner, and she had, but that didn't mean she was ready to step up for his daughter. She said as much in her letter. I'm sorry. I can't do this. I'll only hurt Sarah. Tell her I love her, but I can't be the mother she needs. I don't know that I ever will be. Just like that, he was left to pick up the pieces again. 

He reaches for her and pulls her into a tight hug. She rests her head on his chest, and he rubs her back. They stay like that for a long time, tears falling from both. He tells her it's not her fault. Angela is sick, and she has been for a long time. It's not an excuse, but it's a reason. He tells her he wishes she could be better for her, that she deserves a mother whose presence doesn't bring pain. He tells her he loves her and he's always here for her. He wishes so deeply that he could take this pain away from her and erase any bad memories of her mother. In a perfect world, maybe they could co-parent or, at least, see each other at family events every couple of years. But this is not a perfect world, and they both know it. So, like always, Joel holds his baby girl and tries to make things okay for her. 

"I love you, Dad," Sarah whispers after a long silence. "Thank you."

"For what?"

"For always trying." She says. The words rattle in Joel's skull, and he immediately tears up again. He clears his throat and kisses her head again to hide the tears.

"I love you, kiddo. With everything I am." He says. When she looks up at him, he wipes his tears and claps his hands together.

"Alright, no more bein' sad. What does the college girl want for breakfast?" He asks, opening the pantry to search for something to make. He smiles as he reaches up on the top shelf and pulls down a box. "Pancakes?" Sarah's face doesn't change, and he raises his eyebrows at her. "C'mon, when you were a little girl, these were all you wanted to eat. Used to ask for 'em for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. Pretty sure Abuela Lucy thought I didn't know how to make anythin' else." He teases, floating the box in front of her face mischievously. "You know you want 'em. I can see it in your eyes."

"Alright, fine, but we're coming back to your love life later." She finally smiles.

"Whatever you want, pumpkin."

Ellie wakes up to the smell of pancakes and the sound of their laughter, completely in the dark about their earlier conversation. With his girls, Joel makes pancakes and listens to them bicker and make plans for the day. Maybe, in another universe, you'd be there with him, enjoying the sunshine and flour-stained countertops. In another universe, Joel doesn't have to apologize to his daughter on behalf of a mother who doesn't care. In another universe, you're a weird, blended family who isn't perfect, but goddammit, do you try your best to be good for each other. The bittersweet thought rings in Joel's ears, and he has to shrug it away.

It's okay, he thinks. It's nice to still have dreams, right?

#Joel finally getting to make pancakes for Sarah #OH GOD IVE BEEN HIT #one for the money two for the show #one for the money two for the show request #rockstar!joel x actress!reader #rockstar!joel miller #tlou au #the last of us au #joel miller angst #the last of us angst

[sorcerous-caress]

I don’t know if you already answered a similar question but do you have any thoughts on Alfira? I was just thinking about how much it sucks that she’s not a companion. Could’ve had Lakrissa as a camp follower for a double wammy (wammie?idk)

She feels like a Mcguffin that was specifically made for Durge. The game was originally ment to be played as The dark urge like all the previous Baldur's Gate games where you are always a bhaalspawn, but they made a Tav option instead and I think that was a good decision.

In an unintentional way she is interesting because she is the only character who breaks away from the time loop in a second playthrough. You play as Tav and see this cute tiefling with the most heartfelt song, you can be kind and she is thankful, you can be cruel but honest and she admits you sound like her old teacher but you are right.

You keep remeeting her, keep saving her indirectly and view her journey. Much like Barcus except she has no ultimate showdown climax. Her sole purpose is to get to Baldur's gate and start a music school for bards, that's exactly what she does all by herself as long as you're there to pave the road for her from monsters.

Then, next playthrough, it's Durge, and you're surprised when she comes back to camp. You expected the characters to remain consistent with their plots, but she takes initiative in a timeloop. It's like the ghost of her previous life in the Tav save is giving her courage.

Her music is phenomenal, a lot of videogames gloss over actually putting in effort when it comes to ingame bards or music that aren't for background or credits. I'm glad they didn't cut corners around Alfira because her song left me in actual awe and was the best ever way to get me attached to this one tiefling.

She is a symbol of hope in a way, to sing amdist the war, to love amdist the chaos, to hope for a better future amdist ths shadows. She is what proof there is the tieflings have humanity in their ancestory, she is what sets tieflings apart from devils.

I was looking forward to meeting her in each act, especially when she takes the children singing after Mol gets kidnapped. That moment really resonated with me. No one else treats these kids as kids, all other adults are busy fighting and surviving so these kids are expected to grow up fast and fend for themselves. Wipe their own tears and tend to their own heartaches.

Not Alfira, she still saw them as children and comforted them with her music. She still kept this facade of hope that we keep around children during times of peace even when she knew that they weren't buying it.

She feels completely out of place in a beautiful way, a reminder of what you're fighting for. Of why you're trying so hard for these tieflings, of just how cruel the dead three can be.

Because it's easy to get lost in the big picture, the battle of gods, the chaos of arhchamges the, befalling of a vampire lord. Alfira is the single drawn flower in the corner of a grim painting that makes you reconsider your position in the grand nothingness of it all, make you realise how small every person is.

In baking, even with cakes you add salt to them to make the sweetness pop out more. That feels true with Alfira and I'm happy she got her deserved ending with Lakrissa. They are as normal and average as normal can be, and in a world of gods and devils, that's as beautiful as love can get.

I would've loved her as a camp follower too, not a companion no, I don't want her on the battlefield. But maybe she can stay back at camp and give us once a day free inspiration dice to use. Or maybe act as the music ingame changer? Like in Hades the videogame, you can rescue Orpheus and he is the only playing music and singing in the "camp" or home. You can talk to him and ask him to play specific songs or strum differently, it's pretty nice and would've made the camp feel a little more personalised.

#♡Alfira #♡Character study #bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #alfira

[misericordel]

"Happy birthday Lady Veyle!" He chirped filling the space between them with a big bouquet of white and yellow lilies. The former sometimes were found in weddings or funerals but in his hands they were a hope he held for her future. "..."

Carefully he took from the group a single white flower smaller than the rest and placed it between black locks. "I hope you like them i thought it was a perfect gift to give you." Alfred admitted with a smile. "I know you hold a lot of guilt on those shoulders of yours, but i want these yellow flowers to remind you of the many friends love you and will support you for as long as we are able to be by your side, but more importantly i want them to remind you of all the happiness ahead of you because i know there is and will be."

"And the white ones, i want you to think of it as a new beginning for you. That guilt probably and those memories probably won't leave your side but this life you are now leading is a new chapter of kindness you just started." A chuckle leaves his lips as he gives the top of her head a soft pat. "And even if you, just like me, has seen many horrible things i hope you are able to hold a bit onto that innocence you have deep down."

"Anyway, having that said!" A bright cut tho those heartfelt words for a girl who had gone through too much. "Why don't i invite you to a veeeeeery spicy dish later? I'm sure you'll enjoy that greatly." He wouldn't have a bite of it though, nope, never again.

in truth, veyle had expected nothing for her birthday except for maybe a letter from mauvier— for he was the one that had always celebrated her birthday with her in the past after she'd woken up from her long slumber.

and she had to be okay with that. she didn't think her birthday deserved to be celebrated by anyone else after all that she had done. so when alfred suddenly approached her like a puppy wagging its tail, holding a bountiful bouquet full of white and yellow flowers, she was no doubt surprised.

this is the least she had expected from anyone. "alfred…!" is all she manages to say, opening and closing her mouth rapidly in genuine uncertainty and surprise. she clutches her hands to her chest, flinching and shutting her eyes for a brief moment as she felt the flower be placed in her hair, pulling back a few strands of black in the process.

the tears start flowing the moment he pats her head, reminding her of her mother back when she was still alive. when the mage dragon was all that she had in her life and every year that she lived was celebrated. not for being a fell dragon, but for just being her.

alfred, too, was celebrating this day for her, and not for the fell dragon inside her.

she sniffles, wiping the tears away from the corners of her eyes. "thank you, really." and then she smiles up at him, cheeks slightly red from the tears. "i would love to eat some spicy food with you again."

#{ birthday 2023. } #{ ic. } #{ what if i fucked exploded dude }

[mindclassic]

Father's Day - June 18th

Father's Day is a special day dedicated to celebrating the contributions and sacrifices of fathers and father figures in our lives. It's an opportunity to show our dads how much we appreciate them and all they do for us. Whether it's spending quality time together, giving a thoughtful gift, or even just sharing a heartfelt message, there are countless ways to honor and celebrate fathers on this special day. In this article, we'll explore the history and significance of Father's Day, unique celebrations around the world, gift ideas, and more. Read on to discover how you can make this Father's Day one to remember. 1. The History and Significance of Father's Day Origins of Father's Day While Mother's Day has been celebrated for centuries, Father's Day has a more recent origin. The credit for the idea of Father's Day goes to Sonora Smart Dodd, a woman from Spokane, Washington. She wanted to honor her father, William Jackson Smart, a single parent who raised six children after his wife died during childbirth. Sonora proposed the idea of Father's Day in 1909, and the first celebration was held on June 19, 1910, in Spokane. The day was not immediately recognized nationally, but it gained popularity over time. Official Recognition of Father's Day In 1972, President Richard Nixon signed a proclamation that officially recognized Father's Day as a national holiday, to be celebrated on the Third Sunday of June every year. Significance of Father's Day in Modern Times Father's Day is an important day to honor and appreciate the love, care, and sacrifices that fathers and father figures make for their children. It is a day to express gratitude, spend quality time, and create lasting memories. 2. Father's Day Celebrations Around the World Father's Day is celebrated across the world, but each country has its own unique way of celebrating. - In Mexico, Father's Day is celebrated on the third Sunday in June with music and food. - In Germany, Father's Day is celebrated with outdoor activities like hiking and barbecuing. - In Thailand, Father's Day is celebrated on the birthday of the king, as he is considered the father of the nation. How Different Cultures Celebrate Father's Day Many cultures celebrate Father's Day by giving gifts, spending time with family, and expressing appreciation. In Japan, Father's Day is a time for children to thank their fathers and express their love by giving gifts like flowers and sweets. In India, Father's Day is celebrated by making personalized cards and gifts. 3. Best Gift Ideas to Celebrate Father's Day Personalized gifts are a great way to show your father how much you care. You can create a photo album with pictures of you and your dad, or a personalized mug, t-shirt, or key chain engraved with his name, or a special message. Tech Gifts for Tech-Savvy Dads If your dad loves technology, you can surprise him with a new gadget such as a smartwatch, wireless headphones, or a high-tech drone. You can also gift him a subscription to a streaming service or a gaming platform. DIY Gift Ideas for Father's Day If you want to create a gift that is truly unique, consider making something yourself. You can make a scrapbook or a handmade card, bake his favorite cake, or create a DIY gift basket with his favorite snacks and drinks. 4. Importance of Father-Child Bonding Activities Spending time with a dad can have a significant positive impact on a child's emotional and mental well-being. Research has shown that children who spend quality time with their fathers have higher levels of self-esteem, better academic performance, and reduced risk-taking behaviors. Activities to Strengthen the Father-Child Bond There are many activities that fathers and their children can enjoy. Some activities include playing sports, going to the park, cooking together, and doing arts and crafts. The most important thing is to create a positive and meaningful experience that strengthens the bond between father and child. 5. The Role of Fathers in Child Development Fathers play an important role in the upbringing and development of their children. Their involvement and presence have been linked to better academic performance, social skills, and emotional well-being among children. Research indicates that children who grow up with involved fathers are more likely to have positive relationships with their peers, higher self-esteem, and overall better mental health. Fathers who actively engage with their children also have a positive impact on their cognitive development, language skills, and problem-solving abilities. How Fathers Contribute to Child Development Fathers contribute to their children's development in a variety of ways. Physically, they provide safety and security, play, exploration, and physical activity opportunities. Emotionally, fathers offer support, encouragement, and a sense of belonging to their children. They also help children develop empathy, kindness, and emotional regulation skills. Intellectually, fathers engage their children in meaningful conversations, problem-solving, and critical-thinking activities. Finally, fathers also take on practical roles such as disciplinarians, caregivers, and mentors. Father's Impact on Their Children's Lives Fathers' influence on their children extends beyond childhood. Studies have shown that people who have positive relationships with their fathers are more likely to have successful careers, stable relationships, and a higher sense of well-being in adulthood. Additionally, fathers who are present and engaged have a positive impact on their children's mental health, reducing the likelihood of depression, anxiety, and behavioral problems in the future. Overall, fathers play an essential role in shaping their children's lives and futures. 6. Honoring Father Figures Who Are No Longer With Us Father's Day can be a difficult and emotional time for those who have lost their fathers or father figures. However, there are ways to remember and honor them on this special day. Ways to Remember and Honor Deceased Fathers on Father's Day One way to remember deceased fathers is to visit their gravesite and leave flowers or a heartfelt note. Another option is to create a memory box filled with photos, favorite songs, and other mementos that remind you of them. You can also celebrate their life by doing something they loved to do, like going fishing, cooking their favorite meal, or watching a movie they enjoyed. Memorializing Father Figures Who Have Passed Away There are also several ways to memorialize father figures who have passed away. One idea is to make a donation to a charity in their name. Create a memorial fund or scholarship that honors their legacy. You can also celebrate their life by creating a scrapbook or photo album that tells their story and celebrates their accomplishments. 7. Father's Day Quotes and Messages to Share with Dad This Father's Day, take the opportunity to express your love and appreciation for your dad with a heartfelt message or quote. Inspirational Quotes for Father's Day Any man can be a father, but it takes someone special to be a dad. - Anne Geddes A father's love is forever imprinted on his child's heart. - Jennifer Williamson Behind every great daughter is a truly amazing dad. - Unknown Heartfelt Messages to Show Your Love and Appreciation for Dad "Dad, thank you for being my rock, my confidant, and my best friend. I love you more than words can express. Happy Father's Day!" "Dad, you have always been my hero, my supporter, and my guide. Thank you for everything you do. Happy Father's Day!" "Dad, you're the one I can always count on. I'm grateful for your love, and I will always cherish the memories we share. Happy Father's Day!" 8. Father's Day Brunch Ideas and Recipes Father's Day is a perfect opportunity to cook up a special meal for Dad. Here are some delicious brunch ideas and recipes that he'll love. Delicious Brunch Recipes to Celebrate Dad - Breakfast burritos: Scrambled eggs, bacon, cheese, and salsa wrapped in a warm tortilla. - Avocado toast: Toasted sourdough bread topped with mashed avocado, sliced tomato, and a poached egg. - Belgian waffles: Homemade waffles topped with whipped cream, fresh berries, and maple syrup. - Breakfast hash: Fried potatoes, onions, peppers, and any meat of your choice (bacon, sausage, ham) all mixed together in a skillet. DIY Father's Day Brunch Ideas for the Whole Family Create a fun and festive Father's Day brunch at home with these DIY ideas: - Set up a mimosa bar with different fruit juices, sparkling wine, and fresh fruit to garnish. - Make a DIY omelet station with various fillings like cheese, ham, mushrooms, and peppers. - Create a pancake bar with different toppings like chocolate chips, whipped cream, and berries. - Design a personalized menu or placemats with each family member's favorite dad jokes or memories. Close Up In conclusion, Father's Day is a wonderful occasion to express our love and gratitude to the special men in our lives. Whether you're celebrating with your dad, grandfather, stepfather, or any other father figure, remember that the most important thing is to let them know how much you care. From thoughtful gifts to spending quality time together, there are endless ways to show your appreciation. So, make the most of this Father's Day and cherish the memories you create with the important men in your life. Image by freepic.diller on Freepik Read the full article

[shieldretired]

// It’s International Women’s Day! Where are all the ladies Steve can give flowers and his undying support and adoration?

#(Steve is drinking his daily Respect Women juice) #(and he wants to give every single one flowers and a heartfelt thank you) #(also this doesn't only mean cis women but all the ppl that identify as female) #(where are u let him love you in general and today especially) #★ ( ooc )

[sinfulwrites]

How they show their love

Happy Valentines day everyone! If you're by yourself this year like I am, don't be ashamed. Grab some chocolate and curl up in a soft blanket and watch your favorite movie. No shame in being a single pringle. Just remember to love yourself.

Enjoy this fluffy Valentines day post!

Gives gifts

Thomas Hewitt

Thomas loves you, that is never something to be doubted. But he struggles to tell you. He's constantly doubting himself, and when the time comes, he usually backs out. So, his plan B is a gift.

He loves to make you gifts. Homemade gifts feel more heartfelt to him, something coming from the heart. His favorite thing to make you is clothes. Seeing you walk around in the clothes he makes you always warms his heart.

Occasionally he will gift you something he finds amongst the scraps of "souvenirs" Hoyt and Monty lets him pick at. Occasionally he will find jewelry to give you, or if they happen to have clothes that fit you, he will give them to you. What's that, Y/N? You love these CD's? Well, they're yours now! Thomas is a very attentive lover, if you express interest in something he won't forget it. If he sees something he knows you will like, he is giving it to you. And if Hoyt gives you trouble over it, just tell him.

Thomas had approached you in the middle of your chores with his hands behind his back; the tell tale sign he had something for you. The dishes were immediately put to the side when you saw him, greeting him with that smile which never failed to cheer him up, regardless of the day he had. When you smile at him, he can't help but smile back. You make him so happy.

You hold out your hands, and he places his gift in your hands. You unfold the garment he gave you, seeing it was a sun gown. A nice yellow gown with red and orange flowers sprawled across it. It was one of Luda Mae's old fabrics that she gave to Thomas; she wasn't going to use it, it would go to waste if he didn't want it.

"Aw, Tommy, I love it." You smiled up at him and hugged the dress close to your chest. "Really, I do. Thank you baby."

You stood up on your toes to kiss him on the lips as thanks, which he was more than happy to kneel down and meet your lips half way. When you pulled away you offered to try it on for him, which he eagerly agreed to.

Vincent Sinclair

Vincent is a man that expressed himself through his art. His joy, anger, pain, love, all gets expressed through his art. He's never been the best with his words, so when you came into his life, he knew he had to find a way to express himself to you.

He was so nervous to present a gift to you for the first time; something he sculpted the night before. He had no idea how you would react, but you washed away all his fear when you expressed your gratitude with a kiss on his masked cheek. You couldn't see it, but he was smiling ear to ear under that mask. He couldn't remember the last time he felt so happy.

That silly fear never came back again. He was always so excited to give you something, you could just tell he was grinning under that mask every time.

"Is all this necessary?" You asked as he guided you through the basement with his hands over your eyes. He grunted in response, akin to a "yes!" You just sigh and shake your head with a smile.

You two finally stop after a few more steps and you're finally granted your sight back. You were stunned at what you saw. He called it "his best piece yet," and now you see why. It was you. He sculpted you out of wax, only wax, and dressed you in a gorgeous ball gown. Every detail from the gown down to the eyelashes were the definition of perfection; you could tell he spent days on this. Many sleepless nights for sure.

"Oh Vince…" Your mouth stays stuck open, you truly are speechless. That in itself was the highest form of flattery to him. "It's beautiful… You made me so beautiful."

That's when Vincent shakes his head. "You were already beautiful, I simply captured it." He signs to you. You can't help but smile and wrap your arms around him, which is quickly returned by him. You both stay in each other's arms and admire the figure, letting time become an afterthought.

RZ Michael Myers

Michael really struggles with communication. He cares about you, he loves you, he would turn this whole town on it's head just for you. There is nothing he wouldn't do for you. But he doesn't know how to tell you. It's a deep rooted insecurity of his.

Then one day, he gave you something. He didn't think anything of it, it was shiny and it was pretty, and he wanted to see it on you. But when he saw how happy you got when he gave it to you? His cold heart warmed up for the first time.

He found his way, and he doesn't waste an opportunity to give you a gift. He will even go out of his way to find you something if he must. If he can't find anything worth it though, he may make you something; a mask. He likes to be artsy, and while you don't wear masks all the time like he does, he knows you appreciate them. That's enough for him.

"What's up, Mikey?" You looked up at your giant boyfriend when he had stepped in your path on the way to the living room. He didn't beat around the bush, he never did. He handed you his gift, a mask that had finally dried. You told him the day prior that you wanted to be a bunny this year for Halloween, so he made you a bunny mask. He was even able to make little ears on it.

"Aw baby, it's adorable!" You immediately put it on, adjusting it so you could see out of the eye holes before you looked up at him again. "How do I look?"

Michael had to take a moment to admire you. He thought you were cute with the mask on. The only thing he missed was seeing your smile, since the mask hid it. But that did not dissuade him from stroking your hair and starting to nod his head.

"You look cute." His voice was monotone and seemingly bored, but you knew he meant it. He never lied to you, he never wasted time talking if it was going to be lies. You clapped your hands together at his approval before wrapping your arms around his waist and resting your head on his stomach. He wrapped his arms around you in return, one of his hands reached up to stroke your hair. Both of you were smiling behind your masks now.

Jason Voorhees

His love language is gift giving. He spoils you with cuddles all the time, but he lacks the words to truly send his message across. So he uses gifts as his way to send the message.

He loves to make something himself. He's great with wood carving, so he will carve you things whenever he finds free time. It could be small things like a little heart or your favorite animal, or big things like new furniture if you express wanting any new furniture like a table or chair. He's very handy, and it shows through his gift giving.

He is also very attentive, so if you mention liking something, he will make it his mission to find it for you. He knows you sacrificed a lot to live with him in the woods, and he wants to show his appreciation by giving you as much as he can to make you feel at home.

More people trespassed in the woods today, but Jason took care of them quickly. He always did, he only ever stayed away from home long if they were giving him trouble or there was a large group. Thankfully, this time it was neither, and he was on his way back to the cabin in no time. This time though, he had a gift to give you.

"Welcome home, Jay." You greeted him just as you always did, with a warm smile and a kiss to the mask, after he leaned down so you could reach of course. It warmed Jason's heart to get such a greeting every time he came home, it made him feel like a regular man for once in his life. Once you got off your toes he took your hand in his so he could place something in your hand. You opened your palm to see a bag of chocolates and it made you squeal.

"Oh Jason, thank you! I've been craving chocolate for months." You didn't bother waiting, immediately ripping it open and popping a chocolate in your mouth. It was followed by a pleased moan as that long missed taste flooded your taste buds.

"Want one?" You offered him a chocolate, but he was too busy admiring you to notice. So, you took his hand and turned it so his palm was facing up, then placed the chocolate in his palm. It was comically small in his hand. He noticed it eventually, but right now he was admiring your smile.

Tells you

Brahms Heelshire

Brahms has the money to spoil you with whatever you could ever want, and he did, but he preferred to express his love through words.

He never needs an excuse to tell you. Sometimes he will just tell you out of the blue. Sometimes he will tell you in the middle of a conversation. If it's on his mind, it leaves his mouth.

He loves to make you smile, and nothing makes you smile more than when he tells you that he loves you.

"I love you, Y/N." Brahms currently had you in his arms on the sofa, nice and snug against his chest with his face in your hair. You immediately smiled and hugged him tighter.

"I love you more." You responded with a smile. Brahms pulled back now while shaking his head.

"No way." He countered. "I love you more."

You smiled at him before kissing his lips over his porcelain mask. He immediately pressed back against you despite the mask in the way, and you both found yourself tangled up in each other's arms and legs once again when you pulled the mask off to kiss him properly. He's going to prove he loves you more.

Bubba Sawyer

Bubba can't properly talk, but that does not stop him from telling you how much he loves you. And he will tell you twenty times in a row if you let him. He just can't contain himself around you.

He can string a few words together, but he mostly just babbles. However, when you came along, he was determined to master "love."

Nothing gets him more excited than when you say it back. He squeals and hugs you every time, sometimes he even twirls you around in his arms.

You two were enjoying a rare moment of peace with a midday snack. You both shared a packet of crackers between each other while listening to Drayton rant at Nubbins outside again. You just shook your head before reaching for the last cracker. He was at the same time, so your hands met in the middle of the table. He couldn't contain himself and immediately intertwined your fingers while offering the cracker to you.

"Thank you, you're a sweetie." You bit a corner off of the cracker while giving his hand a squeeze. The smile you got in return made it all worth it.

"Love you." He pulled your hand to his mouth and gave it a loving kiss before smiling at you again. "Love you!"

"I love you!" You retorted, joyfully laughing when he covered your hand in kisses, which started to trail up your arm.

"Love you!" You let him win this round, but you got one final hit in by pulling his hand towards you and gave his knuckles a kiss. You both were grinning ear to ear, both of you giddy and full of butterflies.

Shows you

OG Michael Myers

Communication is almost non-existent with Michael. Yes, you two can work through problems together and have a conversation together, but he is almost always completely silent the whole time. You learned over time what his grunts mean, what his gestures mean, what that look in his eyes meant.

So, while he may not say it, he shows it in his own way. His touch is awkward and stiff in the beginning, but over time he gets the hang of it.

He loves you, even if he doesn't completely understand what love is yet. And while he is uncomfortable with touch, he can and will push through it for you.

"And he cut me off, can you believe that? God, I swear everyone forged their licenses here, nobody can drive!" You have been ranting since you got home, but Michael never interrupted you. He finds your annoyance amusing. You finally sighed before patting his chest. "Except you, of course." The irony of that was not lost on either of you.

He looked down at your hand on his chest. It made you think you overstepped his boundaries at first. You were going to move your hand but he caught it before he could. Those hands that killed with ease held your hand with such care you never thought possible months prior. He surprises you by lifting his mask and kissing your knuckles before letting your hand go. You couldn't hide your smile if you tried.

"I love you too, Michael." You expected that to be it, but he was just getting started. He stepped closer to you after he fixed his mask. His hands cupped your cheeks and kept your head in place so he could press his forehead against yours. He let you wrap your arms around him and pull him closer for a hug.

"This is nice…" And he stayed there for what felt like hours. Time was a distant memory at that moment.

2018 Michael Myers

It's half and half with Peepaw. He can talk, and he does speak to you when he feels like it. He's told you he loves you before, even if the words felt foreign coming off of his tongue.

If he didn't feel like talking though, he expressed it through his actions. He never gave any warning either. It doesn't matter if you were in the middle of something, he has affection to share.

If he's really in a good mood, you'll get both. It's not as rare as you'd think either. Peepaw isn't ashamed or conflicted with you, he loves you, so why should he hide it?

"So, as you can see, that's why I buy men's jeans." You were explaining the inconvenience of women's jean pockets to him after he noticed you brought home some jeans that looked like some he would wear. He enjoys your info dumping, he's very curious about your life and the normality of it. He could never live a normal life, he didn't want to be normal, but he found your normal life interesting. It was a taste of something he would never have, and he enjoyed it. In the beginning, you didn't talk to him too much, afraid you might annoy him. He made it very clear early on, however, that you had to try really hard to annoy him. You'd sooner win the lottery, or be struck by lightning. Now there was no need to hold back.

"So, on that note," You took the jeans back when he handed them back to you, ready to go put them away but he caught your wrist when you turned away. Your quizzical look was met with silence, but his intentions were clear when he pulled you closer to him and just wrapped his arms around you in a comfortable hug.

"Oh…" You mumbled into his chest before returning the hug with a happy sigh. You nuzzled into his chest, making him happier than he could show. Seeing you melt into his grasp always made him happy, especially since you know what he was capable of. Your trust for him made him happy.

"I love you, Michael." He met your words with silence, just holding you tighter and laying his head on yours. His good hand left your back so he could pull his mask off and toss it on the couch. He kissed your forehead, and you could've cried from joy.

"I love you too." Now you were definitely tearing up.

Bo Sinclair

Bo struggles with affection in all aspects, but especially when it comes to vocal affection. It gets easier over the course of the relationship, but sappy words just aren't his forte.

He has a much easier time showing you how much you mean to him. Whether that be by holding your hand and kissing your knuckles or stopping you in the hall to hold your hips and kiss you out of the blue. He never knows how to ease into these things, so he just goes for it.

He may also give gifts, but that's somewhat rare. It would have to be something he felt was worthwhile giving to you from some stuff he and Vincent find from victims. There's not much in the town he thinks you'd like.

"Hey Bo." You greeted your man when he came home around the same time as always. You were eating leftovers from last night, you nor Vincent exactly wanted to cook something fresh tonight.

"Hey darlin'." Bo kicked his shoes off at the door and tossed his keys in the bowl on the table by the front door before he joined you to eat. You both ate in silence, neither of you having anything to talk about so you two didn't force conversation. He finished eating first despite your head start, it helps that he didn't grab much though. As he passed you to go to the kitchen he suddenly stopped and tapped your shoulder. He tilted your chin up when you glanced up at him and pressed his lips against yours. You were caught by surprise but your lips pressed right back.

He was the one to pull back first. He grinned when he saw your face growing red, he even licked his lips a little at the sight. You cleared your throat, trying to brush off the butterflies but they stuck around. "Not that I'm complaining… But what did I do to earn that?"

"You don't gotta do a thing to earn it, sweetheart." He tilted your chin again and kissed you to prove his point. "I… love you." He mumbled against your lips when you both separated.

He didn't stick around long enough for you to say it back, but you still smiled at him as he went. You couldn't see it, but now he was as red as you.

#slasher x reader #michael myers x reader #jason vorhees x reader #bo sinclair x reader #vincent sinclair x reader #thomas hewitt x reader #bubba sawyer x reader #brahms heelsire x reader #happy valentine's day

[alreadyblondenow]

Little cupid

– Jaehyun x female!reader – Single parent au, SMUT, FLUFF – 1,834k – Reader is a bit of a flirt, Jaehyun is a single father, Jaehyun is cold and grumpy at first, his daughter caught you two having sex but had no idea of whats happening because she’s very sleepy, unprotected sex, slow and deep sex ajuju, Jaehyun haven’t had sex since he become a father, making out

Being the maid of honor for your best friend’s wedding made you so excited and all giddy for three months straight, especially when she told you that the best man was very handsome and single. And being the flirty gal that you are, of course, you did your best to make a good impression. Before the wedding procession starts, you tried looking for your assigned partner to try and get to know him and you know... flirt.

“Hi, I’m Y/n. Were supposed to be partners during the wedding procession?” you decided to make the first move.

“I’m with someone else,” he said coldly and turned his back on you. Like he’s not interested in escorting you or even giving you the slightest attention.  

Your best friend was right, he is very handsome. Actually calling him handsome is an understatement but you don’t care anymore if he looked like a god. He was incredibly rude and you don’t want someone like him to ruin such a beautiful day. So just like him, you turned your back and walked away to join the others, only to find someone… unexpected at the corner of the wedding reception.

“Hi there angel, are you lost?” you offered your hand to a little girl who’s wearing a white dress a pretty flower crown. One of the flower girls or perhaps she’s the only flower girl.

“My shoe straps are loose and my daddy is talking with his friends, I don’t want to disturb them. Can you help me?” she asks nicely, pouting cutely and being so irresistible.

“Of course,” you lower yourself and reached for her shoe straps. You made small talk with her while you’re busy with your hands. Asking what she thinks about the wedding and praising her for how nice she looks today. “There, all done. Do you want to be partners for the wedding procession? I can help you with the petals” you offered and she accepted without hesitation. She gave you her basket and gave you a handful of petals.

“You’ve been busy, I’ve been looking all over for you” the familiar voice made you turned around to which gave you a great shock because the cold and grumpy man that you tried flirting with earlier is the father of this nice kid. “Made a friend?” he asks his daughter. Where did the cold and un-interested man go? You only see a warm hearted father whose smile is very handsome.

He then cleared his throat and swallowed his pride and said, “Sorry for what happened earlier. I’m Jaehyun and this is my daughter,”

“Were partners for the procession!” his daughter exclaimed excitedly, smiling so big and giggling as she should be.

“Aaw. Then what about me then?” Jaehyun pouted to his daughter.

“Alright! You three are settled. Since you’re a very cute family, you three can walk together during the procession. Okay? Okay” the wedding coordinator came out of nowhere and left without even letting you or Jaehyun speak and explain that you’re not together, and you’re most definitely not the mother of this lovely girl.

“Daddy what’s a family?” the little girl blurted out. Curious and waiting for his daddy to answer.

“Oh no, we're up next!” you tried changing the topic so Jaehyun won’t have a hard time. You stand on the other side and held the little girl’s hand, Jaehyun did the same and silently thanking you for that little save.  

The day was beautiful because of the beautiful wedding ceremony which made every teared up but you believe that your day became even more beautiful because of Jaehyun and his daughter. It was an unexpected company, and you would rather have this kind of company than flirt with a stranger just so you can score today.

But little did you know, you’re scoring on someone’s heart and you’re winning their hearts fair and square. “I like her” Jaehyun’s daughter whispered near his ear.

“Right? Me too angel, me too” he said and gave his daughter a cute wink when he saw you walking towards them.

After you deliver your speech to your best friend, you looked after Jaehyun’s daughter so he could deliver his speech to his best friend. You didn’t quite expect Jaehyun to be someone so sweet and sentimental and gave the groom a long and heartfelt speech… that his daughter eventually falls asleep in your arms.

When Jaehyun came back, you gave him the ‘sshh’ sign and pointed at the sleeping angel. “Were in trouble, I have to take her home now”

“You sure you don’t want to stay and party? I don’t mind looking after her” you offered your help once again and Jaehyun gave you a handsome smile. His redness was showing and he can’t stop it.

“It's fine you’re not her babysitter and my conscience won't let me do that to you,” he came closer to you so you can hear him better, “I’m sorry for being grumpy earlier,” he smiled once again removed his coat to put it around you and his daughter. What a smooth move, you thought. “Let’s say our goodbyes to our friends then I’ll drive you home”

And while you were saying goodbye to your friends, everyone thought that you and Jaehyun have been seeing each other and you’ve been hiding it all this time.. Which made you laugh but softly because you didn’t want the angel to wake up.

“Let’s take her home first,” you said, “I can take a cab from your house, you can drive me home next time” you said softly and bravely. Looking behind the backseat of Jaehyun’s car to check on the sleeping angel, but really it’s just to avoid Jaehyun’s eyes.

When you arrived safely at their house… you were not judging, but you notice that the place was a mess. And Jaehyun was ashamed and sorry because you had to witness his messy house. “Single parent problems- the cleaning lady isn’t available today so, I’m sorry”

“It’s okay, Jae. No problem,” you whispered and followed him to his daughter’s room. Placing her gently on her bed and Jaehyun then removed her shoes and tucked her in. When she’s all comfortable and snoring, you and Jaehyun made your way out quietly. Which made you both let out a heavy sigh, as a sign of relief because you feel so accomplished that you got her home safe.

“Want to be alone with me before I call a cab?” he whispers and puts strands of hair behind your ear. The man does know how to flirt back.

And because you and Jaehyun did not have the time to enjoy the party, you both made your own in his room with a bottle of wine. Giggling softly while you’re both sitting comfortably in his bed, listening to each other’s random stories and trying to know each other’s personalities through wild guesses. Until Jaehyun became too confident and kissed you without a warning.

It felt good but it made you push him away. “I’m sorry, I should’ve asked first” he said and turned silent. But given that he’s a nice person and he’s naturally warm and confident around you, you feel sorry for doing that to him so you reached for him, cupped his face and returned the kiss. The kiss was sweet, not because of the wine that you’ve both been drinking but because he’s kissing you slowly and whispering sweet things beside your ear that you didn’t know he’s capable of.

“I may be late, but let me just say that you were beautiful the whole day,” he said in between kissing. Smiling through the kiss and caressing your cheek with his hand. Slowly he gained the confidence to touch your body and lift your dress, to which you gave have him the permission and told him he can undress you.

Not long after a few sweet kisses, you’re now naked and fully exposed with Jaehyun in his huge bed. Smiling and giggling softly because he can’t stop kissing your neck. “I haven’t had sex ever since I had her,” he informed you. Hoping that that information did not turn you off. You showed him that you don’t care by wrapping your arms around him, keeping him closer to your body and return the kisses.

Putting an arm in between your bodies so he can reach on your wet slit, he runs his finger up and down your slit before he pumps his cock and lines it to your entrance. Pushing in slowly which made you roll your head back and moan softly and carefully because there’s someone on the other side of the room.

Jaehyun kneads your boobs and sucked your nipples until they’re swollen, kissing your body and making you want him more before he starts thrusting. And when he finally did, slow and deep Jaehyun fucked you that night. Hands on both of your legs, keeping them open for him as he thrusts deeper and watches you loose your mind.

You made him feel young again, you made him feel free again. “Fuck,” he murmured when he felt you clench around him, “Do it again?” he moaned and moaned louder when you gave his request. Bodies to bodies you were so close with each other, feeling your bodies heat up and witness each other’s orgasm build up.  

“Daddy” he giggles and kissed your lips with want.

“Did you just called me daddy?” he asks in a very sexy tone which made you open your eyes.

“That’s not me” you said with big eyes.

And in a matter of seconds, Jaehyun pulled out rolled on his side of the bed. Covering your bodies with his thick duvet and trying so hard to look decent as possible in front of his daughter. “What are you and Y/n doing? Can I sleep here?” she crawled up on the bed and lie in between you and Jaehyun. Hugging her dad first before closing her eyes and continue sleeping again.

Jaehyun mouthed an “I'm sorry” to you and kept his daughter close to him, waiting for her to sleep soundly again.

When she fell asleep again and Jaehyun put her back to her room, you and Jaehyun did not continue fucking and just laugh it all out in the middle of his kitchen so you won't wake her up again. “I’m sorry, I think we were so loud and she’s just… used to absolute silence since it’s been always us only” he pulled you close to him and planted a soft kiss on your forehead. But soon his feathery kisses around your face turned to wet and lustful ones when he reached your lips again. Obviously, he can’t stop himself.  

The night ended after your make out session in the middle of his kitchen, a few praises here and there until he finally called you a cab and watched you leave with a promise that you’ll see him again and finish what you two started in bed.  

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[bukojuiice]

— genshin boys as your late night study buddy

ೃ ft. childe, diluc, kaeya, zhongli, xiao and albedo x gn! reader

ೃ 200-299 words per character!  (they are your bfs in this! bc MAN do i desperately want one of the genshin boys to cram school works with and shower me with luv and affection.) ♡

ೃ tags: college au, modern au, and lots of fluff. 

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ZHONGLI:

– Zhongli would be a very chill study partner. He will always keep his cool and focus, never letting his attention stray away from less trivial things. If he can focus, he’ll focus. There’s always this sense of comfort surrounding him that brightens up your mood and productivity. The both of you are sat in this long table, papers, books, and cute matching pencils are sprawled about. You lean your head on his shoulder, as he serenades you with his deep and butter voice, explaining all the formulas to you. Being able to study in peace and quiet with him is always a blissful experience. He never fails to brew you green tea (as it helps the brain function) even if that meant going down to the kitchen at 2 in the morning. He always brings a small humidifier and some essential oils with him that can help brighten up the study mood and that emits a wafting vanilla pinecone scent to keep you happy. (He’s just fancy like that.) When he doesn’t understand the concepts right away, he’d turn to you, his sharp amber eyes gazing at yours with nothing but innocent and love, and asks: “(Y/N)... what reference is this supposed to be? pepe the frog? kermit the frog? here come dat boi? aren’t they all just amphibians? what are the differences between them? I am very intrigued.”

CHILDE:

  – Childe loves a challenge. An academic challenge. He loves the thrill of finishing school works the night before the deadline, he loves studying for a pop quiz twenty minutes before the bell rings, and most importantly, he loves to pretend he doesn’t know how to solve point a to point b if that means getting to spend time with you as you tutor him on how to do so. He’s at the top of the class, He’s popular and friendly, He’s the captain of the Archery Team, and one of the vice council members of the Fatui Club. But, no other title will ever come close to being your study buddy. You and Childe always chill on the bed whenever you study. Especially when the both of you have the sudden urge to just laze around. Well, it is the wee hours of the night, so just lounging around and trying to resist the urge of sleep is pretty understandable. Sometimes, the two of you would take power naps in between study sessions. This meant cuddle times! Childe will always cuddle with you, (he’s the big spoon and you are the smol spoon) and often times you would be immersed into your textbook while he’s scrolling through his phone and looking for some of the current and popular memes. He’d poke you on the cheek and show you what he’s found. It was quite annoying sometimes and you would reprimand him for it, but it never fails to make you laugh. You jokingly suggested one time that the two of you sneak in the library after closing hours, and your chaotic boyfriend turns to you with the biggest smirk plastered on his face. “Let’s do it baby. I know the law.”

DILUC:

–You and Diluc are the cutest pair of night owls. So, studying late at night is never a problem with him because with the help of each other, the both of you are unstoppable. An actual power couple. Batman and his love interest who? I only know (Y/N) and Diluc. Mondstadt University should be giving you the title of #NoSleepGang for the “Campus Cuties” awards because the two of you are able to ace every test still despite lack of sleep.  You and Diluc are very very organized. The both of you own matching couple planners (that the both of you had gifted to each for Christmas) and have your entire study schedule planned out already. Since the two of you prefer to study at night, your dates are usually done during the day. Which meant never having to worry about the upcoming finals whilst you’re at a cute little café with him. The both of you have respective desks whenever you study together, but you never fail to gaze at your crimson-haired boyfriend with the cutest pout and biggest puppy eyes. He always gives in and next thing you know, your swivel chairs are practically glued next to each other and the both of you are cuddling in your seats. One thing that Diluc never fails to do is pamper you with comfort food or little gifts that you love after a long and tiring week of hell (aka exams) It’s such a sweet gesture and the blissful relationship that you have can’t get any better than this.

“I got you some boba and that necklace from Pandora that you’ve always wanted. I-I’m so proud of you (Y/N). You did great, my love.”

KAEYA:

- You are the Lawful Good to Kaeya’s Chaotic Evil. Kaeya is always tempted to ask for answers from your professors. He’s quite the teacher’s pet, but with good intentions. That’s just how he rolls. Every time he jokes about going to the faculty to help out and the answer sheets are just out in the open, waiting to be snatched, you always glare at at him and punch him softly on the arm, every time he tries to bring up the idea. To which he would always reply with, “I’m kidding. Just kidding my love.” You and Kaeya have amazing study hacks. He is always able to find a movie that is somewhat related to the topics that the both of you are currently studying about. For example, when the topic was an introduction to different branches of science, Kaeya chose Big Hero 6  as the “Educational Movie Of the Day.” He is always able to find something fun and informative for the both of you to watch. Well, Kaeya does find fun and interest in everything. Another effective strategy that both of you do is every time you or him get an answer right, you reward each other with either a kiss on the cheek or a bear hug. Both of these affectionate gestures give you butterflies in your stomach anyway, so it doesn’t matter which is which. With the ideas that Kaeya constantly makes up every single day of your study sessions, there’s a high chance that you’ll never fluke a test ever again.

“Oh. That’s pretty cool of you (Y/N). You got 30 correct answers! If we count everything, so I basically gave you 15 forehead kisses and 15 bear hugs. Congrats! I know we’re going to ace our finals!”

XIAO:

– Xiao is extremely intelligent and talented in a myriad of things. However, he lacks self-confidence. You’ve sworn to your boyfriend that you’d help him gain confidence in his academic abilities. Which is why you became study buddies in the first place. It served as dates with him too! Although he stubbornly refused at first, his reasons being that he can do things by himself and he doesn’t need any help. You continued to encourage him that this was going to help the both of you and it was a way for the two of you to bond, and Xiao hesistantly agreed right after. As the captain of the soccer team, “The Liyue Adepti”, The only free time that Xiao has was during the evening which is the reason for your scheduled late night studies with him. This brought so much more intimate and sweet moments with him though! It meant sleepovers with him, midnight snack runs, and casual early morning strolls in the park. It became sort of a routine. Your hand interlaced with his, the crisp morning air, the little chirpings birds, and the tranquil swaying of the trees brought so much comfort to the both of you. Xiao would be the type of student to not speak up unless he’s called. Even if he knows the answer. The both of you sit on some floor pillows whenever you would study. So, whilst you read aloud, Xiao always hugs you from behind, resting his head on your shoulder.

“I don’t deserve the patience and love you give me, (Y/N). I am eternally grateful for everything you’ve done for me. I hope you know, that I’ll always be here for you.”

ALBEDO:

- Being the university’s library assistant has it’s perks. Access to infinite knowledge, quiet solitude within the library walls, and being able to hang out with your boyfriend. It was truly a perfect deal. After classes, Albedo would be heading straight over to the library to do his work. You’d meet him there and wait until he gets his work done, and then the two of you head home together or have dinner. Albedo likes to plan things in advance. He’s quite busy, being a part of university’s alchemist group and as a library assistant, but, he will always study with you. He even brings Klee with him at times too! She’s always an energetic and cute addition, + she tattles on and on about how in love Albedo is with you and how he would never shut up about you at home. Albedo puts a lot of effort into creating review materials for the both of you. He makes very intricate drawings of modules, dioramas of certain science models, and has all the formulas memorized for him to list down. He’s a genius after all, and although you’ve constantly told him time and time again that he doesn’t have to make a review paper specifically catered to you, he still insists. He always gifts you one whenever it’s exam week (he adds extra detail to them during your finals) The cutest thing about these papers are scribbled about in all of the pages. The cutest doodles of the two of you with hearts and flowers drawn all over. Albedo + (Y/N) is even written in the last page, along with a heartfelt message: 

“I put all my faith and belief in you, (Y/N). I know you can do this. I’m proud of everything you’ve reached so far, my beloved. and I know you’ll reach greater heights. Let’s continue to excel and thrive together. I can’t wait to spend the rest of this journey with you.”

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[mysoftboybensolo]

The Alienist and the Soprano

Chapter 30: The Arrival

A/N: This was inspired by Laszlo’s love of opera and my thought on what if he fell for an opera singer. Multi chapter. Canon divergence, there is no Mary Palmer here (I loved Mary and Laszlo, so I don’t feel like I could have her here and have him be with another woman). A mix of show and book canons. No Y/N, OC named Evelina Lind, face claim is Phoebe Dynevor. I am sorry I am a day late, my computer was acting up and this week a a tad busy but in a good way. Guys, there is only one more chapter to go, I can’t believe it, can you?!

A03: https://archiveofourown.org/works/32029150/chapters/91669480

Pairing:  Laszlo Kreizler x Fem OC!

Summary: The last thing Laszlo Kreizler ever expected while investigating the death of children was to fall in love, and with an opera singer no less!

Warnings: Age gap, talks about complications, seggsy prego times, brief angst, but much fluff!

Sara nudged John and carefully they looked over at Laszlo and Stevie, but in particularly Laszlo, who looked like a lovesick boy watching Evelina, as she gave a heartfelt aria for the final show. To the unaware, Evelina looked just as she did when she returned from her honeymoon, thanks to the expertise of Mrs. Vidal, as well as timing, since Evelina was only really started to show. The seasons subtly changed from warm August to cool September, time seemed to have flown as Laszlo watched as Evelina’s belly subtly grow, and it really started to sink into everyone that this was really happening. He spent every day worrying that something would go wrong during her run, and he attended each performance in case he had to be there, and as they gave their final curtain call, Laszlo was able to breathe with ease.

Lucius and Marcus, who were never the biggest opera fans, had come to see her perform before taking time off, feeling they ought to support their friend who had always been there for them. Lucius wasn’t often emotional, but even he couldn’t stop himself from being choked up by the ending, which did amuse Stevie. Stevie came to see his mom, but to stop and see how Kat was doing. He was grateful that there was a place for her away from what she was in before, that there were people whose careful eye made sure no one would ever try to solicit from her again. Two months of sobriety had done wonders for her, and he liked to see her occupied, even if it meant not so much time to be spent with him, because it meant she was happy and safe. It didn’t escape Evelina’s eye when she was leaving, that Stevie popped in to give Kat a flower to congratulate her for her work, and the kiss he received on the cheek.

A nice quiet dinner at Delmonico’s was in order, in a private room with close friends. It wasn’t exactly a farewell party for Evelina, but rather a congratulatory party for a job well done and for the venture that will be had next. This was, of course, the perfect opportunity for John and Sara to ask Laszlo and Evelina a big and important job.

“It only makes sense,” Sara explained, “I was your maid of honor and John was Laszlo’s best man that now you two would carry that honor.”

“Matron of honor is more appropriate,” Evelina corrected, “Though I doubt anyone would mistake me for a maid with this belly,” she laughed, her hand resting on the more noticeable bump. “You won’t mind having a big ole’ lady wobbling ahead of you when you get married?”

“Not at all. And if anyone says a single word about it, I’ll be sure to disinvite them right then and there.”

“I worry I may not be quite as energetic or mobile as the months go on, you may want someone who will be able to keep up with the preparations and all that.”

“Evalina, I am not asking anyone to climb a mountain for my wedding, so I doubt that your mobility will be a concern. All the hard work is already being done by his grandmother, who I must admit, has been a tour de force that I never expected.”

“Oh, she’s loving this,” John added, his hand circling Sara’s waist, “After having your wedding at the house, she had been itching to through another one, but this one, she promises, will be a real showstopper. No offence to either of you,” John added.

“None taken,” Laszlo said, “It only makes sense, after all, you being the last of her relatives and the need to see you settled and happy is a pretty common feeling that any older family member would have given that they may pass away any time soon.”

“Laszlo!” Evelina gently chided, feeling the subject too inappropriate to mention. John looked to be mildly uncomfortable at the thought of losing her, but Sara had managed to keep it together, but they both knew Laszlo hadn’t said it to be cruel, it was just a fact. Laszlo realized his mistake and apologized, which John was quick to forgive, he just didn’t want to think about the day he’d lose her.

“Now,” Sara quickly jumped in, “If we could continue to copy you both, we’d want to have a little get together as we had for you both.”

“Perhaps we’ll start a trend,” Evelina joked, causing a chuckle between everyone, and the rest of the evening went on joyfully.

The wedding was in late October, cool crisp air that forced them from the garden wedding to the conservatory, with vibrant asters, soft pink camellias, bright yarrows. Evelina was now five months pregnant, and the curve of her belly was showing, but it was not distracting from the true focus of the day. Sara was just a picture of beauty in an ivory silk gown, long sleeved with lace around the cuffs and the surplice collar, orange blossom buds adorned around the shoulders and waist, cinched by a silk sash. John was the proudest man in the room, looking at her with wonder and delight.

It was a beautiful wedding, John’s grandmother truly outdid herself, and much to the surprise of no one, neither Hearst or Violet came even though they were invited, though it had to be said that Violet was very kind to have sent a wedding gift with a lovely note wishing the couple much joy and happiness. It was not bitter or mocking, and everyone had to agree that it was rather classy of Violet to have no harsh feelings, even if Hearst was none too pleased.

The events had reminded Laszlo and Evelina of their wedding and a whole flood of emotions came over them. Their baby would be born a few months shy of their first wedding anniversary, and so much had happened that it could hardly be believed, to Laszlo most of all. To have met the love of his life, nearly lose her twice, adopt a son, awaiting an arrival, and two of his dear friends now married. He owed it all to her really, his life would have taken a completely different turn if there was no Evelina, and he didn’t want to know that kind of life.

A week after the wedding, Stevie announced it was time to get the nursery ready.

Laszlo had made sure to be there when the decisions were made for the nursery, even if he couldn’t do much, he wanted to be a part of the process as much as he could. He bought whatever was needed, or wanted, from the crib to the littlest of booties, workers to put up the bright yellow wallpaper with white daisies and the bright wood furniture. Stevie watched over the proceedings when Laszlo or Evelina couldn’t and was quick to go back and fix whatever little thing he felt was wrong. No, no, the crib should be over here, otherwise the sun will be in the baby’s eyes, or put the changing table over there so it’s in no one’s way.

For Christmas, they were given so many wonderful gifts for the new arrival, toys, books, pacifiers and such, and it made Evelina eager to see Christmases where their child would open gifts from Santa, teaching them carols and Laszlo reading to a sleepy child before tucking them into bed. Yes, often she thought of happy things, but sometimes, as her body began to change, so did her moods.

Laszlo found Evelina crying as she laid in the bed wrapped in a towel. “My love, what’s wrong? Are you hurt?”

“No,” she sobbed, “You’ll think it’s silly.”

“What is?”

She sat up, the towel secured around her as she admitted, “I’m so big, I think I’ll always be this big and you’ll not want me anymore. I’ll be haggard, flabby and worn out, and you’ll stop wanting me.”

Laszlo sighed, grateful that nothing physical happened to her, but he understood what the physical and mental toll was happening while with child. “Evelina, there is no possible way that I would ever stop loving you or desiring you. You are the most beautiful, wonderful woman I know, and it won’t matter what changes your body goes through, you will always be my Evelina. And you are beautiful, so beautiful.”

“Even like this?” she asked, wiping her eyes.

“Even like this,” he whispered, leaning in to kiss her. There was plenty of articles that have said that intercourse during a woman’s pregnancy was not only fatal to the child, but also a sin, but Laszlo had thought it all foolish. There had been no scientific proof that such a thing could truly harm a child, as long as the couple were in a position best suited for the mother, or that it was sinful to make love to your wife in this condition, to show that she is and always will be beautiful. And one had to think of the mother, if there are certain urges she may have, they shouldn’t be ignored. Happy wife happy life, as they say.

He tugged on the towel, letting it slip from her, his hands gently running over the curves, kissing her all over, and her concerns, her insecurities melted away under his touch, and even though she was uncertain at first or that they had to work around to find the right position, they made love and it had been just as it was before, beautiful, and incredible. “Believe me now?” he asked breathlessly, lying beside her.

“Oh, yes,” she cooed, looking over at him. “But I am not sure, show me again?”

It was a month away when Evelina started to feel physically uncomfortable, her back aching, her feet swelling and having trouble to do basic tasks, such as getting up from the couch or putting on slippers. Stevie and Laszlo helped as much as they could, but it didn’t stop her from feeling useless. “I can’t wait until you get here,” she spoke to her belly, “So I can hold you properly and do normal everyday tasks once more.”

“You do know you’ll have to be on bed rest for a little while, right?” Laszlo asked, smiling at her comment.

“As long as I am able to see my feet again and not feel like I’ll topple over at any moment, I’ll be happy.”

Laszlo chuckled as he helped her into bed before slipping in beside her, his hand rubbing on the clothed belly, before pressing his ear and listened. “She sounds very strong today.”

“She?” Evelina laughed, “How could you be certain?”

“I just feel it, that and I suppose, just a wish fulfilment.”

She ran her hand through his hair, recalling a fear of his that any son of theirs would be unloved by him, that history would repeat itself. “Any child of ours will be loved by you, boy or girl. And they in turn will adore you. Just be yourself, and all will be well.”

Visits from Dr. Mallard had changed to being seen at home rather than the office, finding it easier for the mother to not be made to sit through a rocky carriage and wait uncomfortably. “Well, I have some good news, you could have the baby any day now,” she shared a few weeks later, packing up her belongings, “Your contractions may go on for as short as a few minutes or a few hours, but once water breaks from you, then we’ll know the baby is coming.”

“What if the water doesn’t break?” Laszlo asked.

“It will break eventually, but it may take a longer time. If the worst happens, then we’ll have to do surgery. But you are strong and healthy, I do not foresee any troubles. Rest well, eat and drink regularly and I’ll see you when it is time.”

She knew that her words were to prepare her, but Evelina couldn’t help but to start to worry something going wrong, that perhaps the baby won’t make it, or that she herself won’t make it either. She tried to suppress the concerns and calm herself, but Laszlo had found her in the through of a panic attack as she sobbed. “It has happened,” she sobbed, “Healthy women die from childbirth, healthy women give birth to dead children. What if that happens? I’m scared, I’m so scared!”

He pulled her close, one hand rubbing comforting circles on her back and the other running down her hair. “It won’t happen to you, I promise. Dr. Mallard is the best doctor for this, and I would empty my pockets to get you the best care. I would never let you suffer; I would never allow anything to happen to you or our child. I will take care of you, I promise this.”

He knew that there was always a possibility of something going wrong, that he could be wrong but he wouldn’t let her know this. For all the times she had been his rock through his own fears of fatherhood, he would now be her rock through this. He had faced evil in many forms, battled and triumphed when it seemed unlikely, and he would gladly charge head on towards whatever would dare to try and take her away from him. But he knew, just as he knew in his heart their strong child was a girl, that Evelina, who endured more than most people endure in a single lifetime, was a fighter and a survivor. It will be.

Sometime in early February when Evelina first felt the contractions. Through the day it had been mild, she hadn’t thought much of it, since it had felt like the other waves of aches, but she knew it was something more when a sharp pain woke her in the middle of the night. “Laszlo?” she spoke softly, at first, “Laszlo,” a little louder, until she took a pillow and whacked in him the face to wake him. “Laszlo, wake up!”

He woke startled and it a moment to catch his bearings, then was wide awake when he saw Evelina sitting up, her legs over the bed as she was breathing heavily. “Evelina? Is this it?”

“I think so,” she breathed out, feeling a sharp pain. “You should get Dr. Mallard.” She felt a pressure be let out from her and suddenly her legs were wet, the pair staring at the water stain on her nightgown. “Oh, yes,” she sighs, “You will definitely need to get Dr. Mallard.”

Laszlo was out of the bed and put on pants, calling the doctor. Stevie heard the commotion and came running after him, wanting to know what he could do. “The doctor will be on her way, wait here until she comes and bring her right up.” Laszlo returned to Evelina, who had not moved from her spot and was breathing heavily. “Now, let’s get your legs up,” he murmured to himself, helping her to lay back against the pillows that he piled up against the headboard, and grabbed a basin of water and a cloth to try and cool her down. It felt like forever, but it had only been ten minutes before the doctor arrived.

“Pa! She’s here!” Stevie called from below before running up to open the door. Dr. Mallard, dressed in her suit, looking calm and ready, came right over and unpacked her bag. “How are you doing, Mrs. Kreizler?”

“Water broke ten minutes ago,” she groaned, “I’m feeling sharp pains every five minutes.” Evelina looked up and saw Stevie staring at her, his eyes wide in fear and shock, having never been this close to a childbirth. “Stevie, please go and check on the cats, I think I hear them meowing.” Stevie absent-mindedly nodded before closing the door behind him. Evelina looked up at Laszlo, who stared at her perplex, why is that important? “He needs to be distracted with something.”

Dr. Mallard felt around and concluded that it was safe to push, Evelina took his hand and begged Laszlo to not leave her. “I won’t, he promised,” and indeed, Laszlo was right beside her, holding her hand, pressing cool cloth on her forehead, whatever it was she needed. The sounds of her groans, the pained gasps and sobs hurt his heart, and he felt guilt for putting her through this.

“One more,” the doctor encouraged, “One more push, I promise.” She was doing so well, nothing seemed out of the ordinary and that was all Laszlo could hope for, except perhaps the sound of a baby crying. Evelina had felt an enormous pressure lifted and sighed, waiting to hear a baby crying, but nothing came.

“What’s wrong?” she asked, her voice heavy with anxiety. She sat up and saw the doctor holding the baby, covered in blood and fluid, but quiet. Why isn’t my baby crying, she wondered, and she thought for a moment, the baby’s face looked a little pale. Dr. Mallard went to work immediately to get air into the baby’s lungs, and it was the longest 30 seconds of their lives. Evelina clung to Laszlo, tears falling down her face, her words soft and fast, praying that their baby would make it. Laszlo held onto her, saying nothing, but thinking how he’d do anything if it meant the baby would be alright.

Just when they were ready to give up hope, the harsh cry of the baby cut the tension like a knife, and everyone breathed as well. The doctor smiled, sighing as she cleaned the baby. “Congratulations, it’s a girl.”

Taking the baby, Evelina couldn’t help but to smile and giggle like a fool, but she was so happy, their little girl was here and perfectly alright. Her cries turned to coos as she was wrapped in a warm, clean blanket and held close to her mother. “Oh, darling, she’s so beautiful.”

Laszlo stared at the baby in the wonder and felt the urge to cry. “She’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.” He wiped his eyes and cleared his throat. “Dr. Mallard, is she alright? I mean, will there be any more problems like that?”

“No. This sort of thing happens sometimes, but once her lungs were cleared, she’ll be alright now. And just listen to her, she’ll have no problem breathing.” After she helped to clean up and check over Evelina, she began to pack his things and said, “I’ll be back in a few days to check on her, as well as yourself, Mrs. Kreizler. But for now, good night and congratulations.” With that, she left the new family alone.

Evelina reached over with her hand and wiped a tear away from his face. “You were right, darling, we would have girl.”

“It was more wishful thinking than knowing. She is perfect, and you were incredible. There is no way in hell a man could withstand half of what you had to go through. Women are incredible beings, my love.” A knock at the door came, and after they allowed the knocker in, and the teenager carefully peaked in, as if he was afraid of seeing bad news. He sighed when he saw Evelina, looking a little tired and sweaty but beautiful and happy, smiling as she held a bundle in her arms. “Come in, Stevie,” Laszlo beckoned, “Meet your sister.”

“Sister?” he asked in wondrous disbelief. Moving closer, he sat on the bed, looking down at the little tuff of light hair, prompting Evelina to move the blanket down to show more of her little face, pink and her eyes barely open. “She’s so wrinkly!” Stevie blurted out, and worried for a moment if that was the wrong thing to say, but relaxed when his parents laughed.

“Well, she was inside a stomach which is filled with fluids, so she’d be a little wrinkly. But it’ll go away in time,” Laszlo explained.

“She’s beautiful, though,” Stevie said.

“Yes,” Evelina said, “And she should be held by her father.” She looked to Laszlo, who was taken aback by the statement, trying to refuse. “She’s yours too, you should be able to hold her.”

“But, my arm,” he started, gesturing to his bad one.

“One good arm will be enough, my darling. Try.” She had Laszlo sit beside her and she showed him how and helped to get the baby girl into his arm, safely nestled in with no fuss.

He stared at her in shock. Of all the things he thought he could never do with his arm, he never thought for a million years he’d ever get to hold his own daughter. This was the feeling, this is what it was like to love someone beyond all measure, to love your child at first sight. It was beautiful, enlightening and powerful, and all at once, making Laszlo start to cry, a smile on his lips. This was what it felt like to be loved like this, to be a father.

Despite what most doctors would have recommended, Evelina welcomed John and Sara, eager to see the newest member of their team. They both were incredibly taken by her, already seeing much of her parents in her. “She’s beautiful,” John cooed, his finger brushing against the round cheek, “And look at that hair! I swear, you could put a hair ribbon through that thick mane.”

“The thickness comes from her father,” Evelina teased.

“Have you picked a name?” Sara asked, sitting on the bed beside Evelina.

“Yes. We had thought about it, and we decided to be a little sentimental with the name. Margaret.”

“A lovely name,” John replied, “but what makes it sentimental?”

“It’s based on the name of Marguerite, the role Evelina played and how we met again,” Laszlo said, his fingers grazing against Evelina’s cheek, making her lean into his touch. “The pearl of our lives,” he mused, holding his daughter close. Life couldn't have been better than this moment for Laszlo; his friends are with him, his adopted son adoring to his new sister and his wife, alive and healthy, looking at him with endless love and devotion. He was indeed the luckiest and happiest man in New York City, no one could dispute that, nor would they try.

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#the alienist #laszlo kreizler #daniel bruhl #daniel brühl

[monsoonblooms12]

Hope (Ethan x f!MC)

Summary: Ethan and Pooja's thoughts before and after the first time Pooja goes to his home (Set in Book 1, Chapter 8)

A/N: Never thought I would be able to complete this, but here we are! Honestly it is a mess, but I still hope it is an enjoyable mess😃

Pairing: Ethan Ramsey X f!MC (Pooja Sharma)

Rating: General

Word Count: around 1.7K

Category: Kinda angsty (??)

Trope(s): And there’s some good ol’ Pining

Warnings: None that I noticed

Ethan:

There was a strange calm in the sky, the moon sparkling milky white. Seconds seemed to drift slowly with gentle ripples, like rose petals floating on a calm pond.

And amidst this ataraxy, was a restless, defeated heart. Every pass of a second seemed like a stab in his already wounded soul, breaking him, making him lose in the game which he thought he had mastered.

The red glare of the traffic light felt like a warning but he was too tired to notice.

He let his mind recall the moments the day brought, throat tightening at one and mind filling with surprise at the other.

How easy it was to tell her about Naveen.

As if it wasn't a conscious decision, just him uttering words prophecied. And how naturally she had offered to help him.

As if they were words practised. Repeated a hundred times in front of a mirror.

In a time when one hand was slowly leaving him, another one was gently lending hers.

Never in years had he thought he would be this enamoured by an intern.

Every word she uttered, every task she accomplished, every case she handled. It felt like she was climbing a staircase of differences, slowly cracking the image of doe-eyed amateurs idolizing him.

An image that had become a constant in front of him.

It was a ploy of the universe, surely, that had twisted the circumstances to be like they were now. Otherwise what would have had the power to unite three generations of mentors and mentees together like that in a single motion?

As the sand from the sand clock kept drifting away slowly, he started to arrange the strings of thoughts in his mind into a neat yarn, all ready to knit the cardigan of recounting the disaster that he had stored like a dried leaf from fall in between yellow pages of an old journal.

There was a chilling silence around him, even if the traffic shrieked chaos outside.

It made him second guess everything, making him think as if he was supposedly making the biggest mistake of his life.

The glare of red seemed to get stronger, almost blinding, painful. He tried to place convincing statements, that he was just letting a doctor know the nitty-gritty of a medical case seemingly impossible to solve. So that he can dream of that ray of sunshine filtering through large boulder-like grey clouds.

So that he can hope.

And every time it struck him that he had been choosing to look at that sparkle instead of the black gloom spread all around because she was in this with him, he felt a numb spread through his soul.

He knew he was letting her in, and there was nothing he could do about it.

Rather, there was nothing he wanted to do about it.

It frightened him, this closeness, this letting go of a cloak of seclusion that he had been wearing for years now.

Why did life have to make him stand at crossroads, make a choice he didn't want to?

It felt as if somebody had made a path of clouds for him to reach the sun, and every time he took a step, he fell. He had never complained about it, living silently in the piercing darkness that held him within its confines.

But this one while, he wanted to shriek. He wanted to complain. He wanted to go against every force of nature that stopped him. Because this time it wasn't just a wish.

It was a need for him.

Unbeknownst to him, the lights flickered and change positions. The red seized to exist and the green came into existence, and it was a glare from behind him that finally made him notice the change.

Barely stopping the overflowing dam of heartfelt emotions, that had finally managed to break the walls he had built piece by piece, with precision, over the years, he rushed past blurry sky-risers, taking a step towards whatever destiny had in store for him.

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Pooja:

When she opens her wardrobe, her first instinct is to go for that chic dress she bought some time ago. The thought is quickly followed by a mental forehead smack, and she goes for a casual, everyday outfit instead.

When she followed him into the area of repairs, she would have never guessed that a simple follow of curiosity would spiral into this. She, an intern, going to the home of Dr Ethan Ramsey.

She wondered if it has ever happened before & if it would ever happen again. The answer flashed before she even had the time to ponder. It was a No.

Tying her hair in a casual ponytail, she let out a yawn, a reminder of the long day at work, and of the secret that was trapped in the labyrinths of her mind, threatening to come out anytime.

Bits of the conversation that had got imprinted on the film rolls of her mind, played continuously in a loop, reminding her of the responsibility that rested on her shoulder. The trust that he had placed on her.

She couldn't let him down.

When in hushed, muted tones, he had asked her for the promise, she had given it to him without a thought. She couldn't let him break. She couldn't let him lose.

She couldn't let him down.

Like a mantra, she let the words repeat over and over and over again until they got etched in her heart. And then, with an attempt to centre herself, she walked on to the destination she was supposed to reach.

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Ethan:

The cool for the air-conditioning unit covered the entire area, as the clock pleasantly ticked in a monotonous harmony.

The blue ocean of his eyes was in turmoil, waves of reason and feelings crashing against each other, ravaging a storm. The ship of his stood through it all, but he was afraid that any moment now, it would reach its breaking point.

In the distance was a clearing in the sky. A stray ray of gold attracted him, and he went on, never stopping for once. It was her presence.

He couldn't tell if they were words knitted with excruciating perfection with yarns of her heart, or a piece of cloth she had bought and handed over to him, neatly so that he doesn't notice.

But for once, he wanted to believe in the words her mellifluous voice scribbled in the air. For once, he wanted to hold on to that ray, which the clouds of fate threatened to hide.

For once, he wanted to hope.

It felt as if his search was over. A wind had finally gained the power to carry away the blanket of misery and pain that had been surrounding him for years now.

Maybe the forces of nature had finally decided to grant him the wish he made to a shooting star when he was a kid and gifted him with the most precious treasure anyone could ever ask for.

All she did was place a hand on his thigh, but it felt as if she had dragged him from the darkness to the bright sunshine, holding his hand in hers, making him relish the soft touches of flowers petals and rustle of hair along with the gentle breeze.

Is this how it felt to slowly travel through the meadows of affection, gathering flowers of trust, hope and respect to make the bouquet of his heart? One that he had given to her without telling her anything, today?

Is this how it felt to fall in love?

He closed his eyes as if to stop the circle of thoughts that had taken a direction he had been avoiding for a long time without his permission. The gardens his soul was paying a visit to, was dangerous tranquillity, a threatening calm.

And he was afraid, that one wrong step could burn down the entire world of two lives that had got intertwined without each other's knowledge.

He was not ready to take the risk.

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Pooja:

The pages of her journal rustled in neglect as she continued twirling the pen in her hand.

She was supposed to be writing in the details of this day, but instead all she could do was recollect fragments of all the conversations she had had during the past hours. A few tendrils of her hair playfully danced in the wind, as she got up and went to stand on the balcony.

She let the milky white shimmer dress her, soothe her as the future stood in a tangled yarn of uncertainty, too difficult to reach.

There was a pain getting etched in her heart, as it sobbed silently for her mentor and grand mentor. Was there really no way out?

A quick whisper from the demon of self-doubt told her that if The Ethan Ramsey could not solve the mystery, how could she, a doe-eyed intern?

She shook her head as if to throw the thought away. This wasn't the time of comparing whose skill set was better than whose. If she had dared to awake a lamp of hope in Dr Ramsey's heart, how could she give up on attempts herself?

In tumultuous times, when there were more chances of defeat than success, she wanted to bear the flambeau of hope that can light even the darkest of nights. She wanted to be the force that would make him rethink his abilities and try again after every failure.

She wanted to be the picture that could fill his heart with hope.

And she knew that it would take every ounce of her strength. Keeping the situation a secret from friends who had always had her back. Always looking at the bright side. Always bearing optimism.

When she had uttered "Promise" to him in the hallway in the morning, she knew what she was signing up for. This time, she would have to be the strength of herself and him. She would have to be the ear he could always whisper to. The shoulder he could always lay his head on. The hand he could always hold when he felt like letting go and giving up.

But she was ready to give it all. No matter how threatening, no matter how dangerous.

She was ready to take the risk.

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[denkamis]

bnha characters as cheesy valentine’s day tropes.

masterlist. | valentine’s day event masterlist.

warnings: none! some swearing, but a lot of fluff for the best boys

characters: shouto todoroki, denki kaminari, eijirou kirishima, tamaki amajiki

notes: dedicated to @nekomanagers / @meilbox ,, for being the most supportive human being in my life and undoubtedly the reason i have been posting so much of my work here on this blog. thank you for dealing with all of my shenanigans on and offline, and for picking me up when i felt like i couldn’t. <33 i love you.

shouto todoroki

flowers & chocolate as gifts

he’s one for the classics

he buys you the most gorgeous flowers, ones that are most definitely your favourites mixed in with an arrangement of others that all have particular meanings to them

he also got you expensive truffle chocolates, and also some cheaper ones that you really like to snack on

he’s so thoughtful, it makes your heart melt

literally so sincere as he gives it to you too, has a whole ass speech prepared

shouto came home after work a bit later than you had expected him to. perhaps he got caught up with some hero work, a report that needed to absolutely be filed today or a villain that just wouldn’t let up. either way, when you heard the front door to your shared apartment open, you came running over to greet him. as you turned the corner to see the front door, there stood shouto with the most breathtaking bouquet of flowers you had ever seen in your life. it was a myriad of colours and petals of all kinds standing out against the white of his suit. since when did he have time to change after work to surprise you like this? his usual aloof expression was replaced by a soft smile, one that was reserved for you and only you, “happy valentine’s day, my love.”

he strolled over to you, initiating a kiss that was slow and passionate. it made your heart melt right on the spot, your face erupting in nothing but pure warmth. “shouto, these are beautiful,” you told him as you took a moment to admire the different flowers that went into assembling the collection in his hands. “these ones mean gratitude, and this one here means love. truth is the white coloured one,” he pointed out, guiding you through the meaning of each individual one that made up your special gift.

he snuck a glance at you, your face radiant with how much you were smiling at his thoughtful present. “i also bought you a few of your favourites,” shouto gestured to the vanity you two kept by the door. you turned to see a very expensive box of truffles and a few hershey's kisses paired with more of your favourite corner store chocolates.

“it wasn’t too much, was it?” shouto asked quietly, watching as your jaw dropped at the sight of the truffles. didn’t you hear a rumour once about how those ones literally had gold integrated into their wrappers?  “no no, it’s wonderful. this is.. you’re so sweet,” you giggled, tapping his chest as a signal for him to lean down so you could kiss him again. no matter how many times shouto gifted you flowers and chocolate on valentine’s day, you got the same butterflies as you did when he first gave you these heartfelt gifts back in high school.

denki kaminari

fancy dinner date at an expensive restaurant

the entire bakusquad was EGGING HIM ON for something good on valentine’s day okay

he’s been talking big game about some kind of secret plan he had in store for the both of you

he bought you an outfit that not only suited your style, but was elegant and absolutely stunning as it complimented your figure

he pulled out all the stops for you

he wanted to be classy, so he reserved a table for two at one of those rooftop restaurants so you two could dine and enjoy each other’s company

“like grown ups” as denki says

you were sat at a candlelit dinner for two near the edge of one of the most highly rated restaurants in your area. denki had really gone all out, wanting to treat you like the resilient and beautiful partner you were to him with a night that would be unforgettable.

and unforgettable it was.

you two were arguably the loudest ones at the restaurant, laughing and overall just having a good time amongst such high class individuals. denki was making faces at you across the table, making you choke back on the red wine you were having. “and then bakugou slapped that dude! it was crazy, y/n, super fucking wild,” he laughed as you nodded your head in agreement. denki sure knew how to talk, filling in conversations with anecdotes and playful conversation topics sprinkled in with compliments for you. he loved you so damn much, he felt like his electricity quirk was on all the time with you from how much you turned his brain to mush.

he couldn’t get over how gorgeous you looked tonight, with your hair done and your outfit styled to perfection. like, that was all his? and a personality to match? damn! he felt like for once, he was doing something right in his life for you. he wasn’t the dumbass everyone constantly made him out to be. he was trying to be the best for you, and if he could make you happy for the rest of his life, then nothing else mattered to him.

your waiters came back with two platters in hand, with outrageously small portion sizes that could feed maybe a small cat at best. the two of you stared at each other with blank expressions. oh no, this would not be enough to appease your appetites. each of your plates were worth twelve thousand yen, so you really couldn’t get more. on top of that, denki had prepaid everything for tonight anyways. what was worse was that the food tasted like a rat’s ass, yet the two of you dined like kings regardless. well, you pretended to at least. as you were suppressing your disgusted expressions out of kindness to both the waiters and the other guests, denki couldn’t help but stare at you. you were his person, and although the dinner wasn’t exactly all it was cracked up to be, he knew that you dealt with so much more of him than anyone else was willing to. that meant more to him than words could even express.

that, and he immediately bought you apology mcnuggets after you two left. then you two really ate like kings.

eijirou kirishima

long captions to their s/o on instagram

this mfing SAP

he has everything planned, he made like 3 drafts beforehand and even had bakugou proofread it for him

he had all the different pictures he wanted to post too

this is a little unrelated but mans definitely showed up to your house with red roses and a suit

LIKE A GENTLEMAN

your phone buzzed, indicating that  you had received a new notification from instagram. after taking your phone off the table and entering in your passcode, you tapped into the instagram app and saw what had caused the tiny ping.

eijikirishima has tagged you in a post!

the first photo was an oldie, but a goodie. it was of you and eijirou at prom together back when you both graduated from ua. he looked absolutely stunning in the darkened suit he had bought, right beside you in a matching colour scheme. though the picture was in fact a meme in itself, as he posed like that one will smith picture gesturing to you with the goofiest smile. you remembered telling him that he was absolutely banned from wearing crocs that night to the dance. it was a good thing you had saved him from that utter atrocity.

the next picture was a photo of you with the puppy you had adopted together. you had named him bean, to which eijirou had expressed was the manliest name he had ever heard for a tiny pomeranian puppy. you were pressing a kiss to bean’s nose, the angle of the photo showing off your loving nature that he had fallen for.

the last was a picture of you sleeping against him during a long train ride for a mission. it wasn’t the most flattering picture eijirou had of you, but it was certainly one of his favourites. you looked so at peace, cuddling against his side with a tiny line of drool running down your chin. he was smiling in the picture, his eyes solely trained on you with the most wholesome look on his face. he was so utterly in love with you, and this picture couldn’t have showcased that look any more clearly.

the caption read as follows:

Hey bros! It’s Valentine’s Day, which means that it is my duty to post about the most amazing person I’ve ever had the pleasure of dating for about five years now! Y/N, we’ve been through so much together over the years, we’ve had ups and downs and everything else in between but I’ve been fortunate enough to remain standing here as the person you can confide in, much like you are that person to me. You’re my rock. I continue to find so much more to love about you every single day. I hope I get to spend the rest of my days with you, my best friend, my partner throughout everything. I love you so so much, pebble. I hope we get to stay just like this forever, and grow as we go along.

needless to say, many happy tears were shed that day.

tamaki amajiki

love letters in their shoe locker

for all the days leading up to valentine’s, tamaki put a different letter in your locker

mirio hyped him up asf to even get him to write what he was feeling towards you

and he was still nervous as hell and had mirio stand guard so that you didn’t accidentally walk in on him shoving weird notes in your locker

but unfortunately for tamaki, mirio isn’t a very good watchman

and so you caught him in the act, right on valentine’s day ironically

it was the end of a long, rather eventful day at school. you had gotten a few confessions from some other students, to which you turned down due to someone else being on your mind. for the past few days, you had begun collecting small letters in your shoe locker. the notes were short, handwritten with small doodles and even a recipe or two for you to try. it seemed like this person was reaching out to you to express their true feelings, their intimate and romantic feelings, towards you. and you couldn’t help but feel the same towards them, whoever they were. this admirer unveiled small details about themselves to you, yet hadn’t revealed enough for you to piece together a name. so here you were, sprinting down the hallway as soon as the bell went to try and catch a glimpse of this mystery individual who had been leaving you such sweet writings for you to cherish.

you rounded the final corner and there you saw him. before that happened however, you first you ran into your classmate and good friend mirio, who let out a tiny “oof” at the sudden contact. you apologized to him in a rush, explaining in a rushed tone that you needed to go meet someone. he nodded and waved to you before realizing that he had one job and tamaki was definitely going to kill him later.

only slightly out of breath, you saw a mess of indigo hair and shaky hands sliding your latest note into your shoe locker. as he turned to leave, his face drained of colour at the sight of you. he slouched further, retreating into himself. he looked around nervously for an excuse as to what the hell he was doing shoving letters into your locker. though, you beat him to speaking first.

“it’s you.”

tamaki’s throat felt scratchy and swollen, his entire form shaking as you slowly, calmly made your way towards him. “i- i can explain, y/n,” tamaki barely murmured, his nerves beginning to get the best of him yet again. “your words, they were so intimate. you were so well spoken on paper, i just had to meet you in person,” you confessed to him with a patient smile on your face. you stood a relatively safe distance away, not wanting to overwhelm him by your presence. you had just caught him in such a compromising act, after all.

“i read all your letters,” you went on, “every night before bed, i read them, tamaki. i even tried out the udon recipe you gave me and it was the best udon i had ever had. everything you said in your letters, the confessions and the other, more personal stuff… is that all true?”

tamaki, though he felt frozen beneath your warm gaze, had the courage to nod his head. “i didn’t know how else to tell you,” he admitted, hands now covering his face in shame. suddenly, gentle fingers grasped at his shaky ones as you uncovered his face to the light that was you. “i like you too,” you said finally. it felt like a chord had snapped inside of tamaki’s mind and all his feelings came crashing down in a deep crescendo of emotions all for you. it was all that he had ever wanted from you: a response.

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[chibinekochan]

My Demon family

You get adopted by Lucifer and Diavolo

Just some domestic fluff. 

In this au the reader is a toddler that brings loads of love and chaos into their lives.

And yes they are married in this Au, congrats boys.

2.9k words

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  A very typical appointment leads Lucifer to take Diavolo's place visiting a human orphanage. 

Lucifer isn't even sure how or why Diavolo is involved here but he is here regardless. 

Counting the minutes until it's over.

  Bored he looks at the children playing, they are clearly scared of him. Nothing new. Somehow small beings like these tend to be scared of him. Probably his demon aura. 

Then his eyes meet yours. You somehow wandered towards him, book in hand and pull on his pant leg. With huge bright eyes you look at him. Lucifer crooks his head, wondering what you possibly want from him. 

You pout, since he didn't get what you wanted at all. "Mister read to me." You plead with him. Being kinda bored by the other adults not paying any attention to you.

Lucifer raises his eyebrows. He hesitates for a moment. How long has it been since any of his brothers asked him to read to them?

  He looks at you, waiting for you to run away from him. Not a single blink. You just keep looking at him, pointing at the book. "Please mister?!" Putting a tiny bit more urgency into your request. Feeling slightly encouraged since he didn't shoo you away. 

Lucifer can feel his resolve melting due to your pleading eyes. You are very good at this, he has to give you that. 

After another moment locked into a staring contest Lucifer lost. 

He probably never truly had a chance. "Fine, but only for a bit." Lucifer gives in.

  You give him the biggest and brightest smile he has ever seen. Even brighter than Diavolos. 

He finds himself smiling back at you. With this success you cheerfully lead Lucifer to the reading corner. You sit down and look at Lucifer. Clearly expecting him to sit down. 

So he does. "Let's see what we have here. The ugly duckling? Can't say I have read it before." Lucifer opens the book. 

"It's not my favorite. I like the cat and the boot better but someone else got it." You sigh disappointed. "Sounds like something Satan would like." Lucifer chuckles lightly. 

"Is that your child?" You feel curious. 

"He is my brother." Lucifer smiles lightly. 

"That's cool, I have no siblings and my parents are in heaven. Do you believe in heaven?" 

Lucifer is a bit taken aback. "Yes, I know it exists for a fact." He gives you a gentle smile. 

"That's awesome. Do you have other family?" You feel like you want to know even more. 

"I have 6 brothers and one sister, she is also in heaven and I'm married." Lucifer feels a bit of kinship with your loss. 

"Wow, so many siblings. Your parents were quite busy. Do you think my parents and your sister play in heaven together?" 

Lucifer is surprised by your bluntness but it's also very endearing. “I'm sure they do.”

You seem satisfied with that.“You are the oldest right?” 

Lucifer laughs at that. "How did you guess that?" 

You shrug. "You just have big brother energy."

"I see. Shall I read this now for you?" Lucifer finds himself smiling at you. 

"Yeah." You nod and Lucifer starts to read the story.

He isn't sure if it's too sad for you but you seem to be too enthralled by the pictures to care much.

  Then someone comes over and apparently the visit is over.

Not much time has passed but Lucifer finds himself reluctant to leave. You also have an equally sad look on your face, just making this so much harder. “Will you come again?" You seem anxious. 

Lucifer guesses that you must worry, you have certainly lost so much and he doesn't want to give you false hopes. Once he opens his mouth something unexpected escapes him: "Yes." This surprises him much more than you, since all he can see is a bright smile on your face. 

"Awesome. Then we can play on the swings and make a castle and we could draw something." You already made plans it seems. 

Lucifer can't help but smile at this much excitement. Only one other person in his life would be so excited over making plans with Lucifer. That being Diavolo. He probably should bring him along next time I meet you. "I might bring someone special along to meet you too." Lucifer can't promise this part, knowing how busy Diavolo is. 

Your eyes are filled to the brim with hopeful excitement. "That would be cool. I might introduce you to my cool friends too then." You clearly can't contain your excitement at all. 

Lucifer feels a strange desire to trussle your hair, but he holds himself back. "Sure, I look forward to that and if you need anything just tell the person in charge you want to talk to Lucifer." He feels compelled to offer you this much at least. 

You crook your head. "Sure, but did one of the older kids really get into trouble for calling upon Lucifer?" 

Lucifer raises his eyebrow, saying he had forgotten about these kinds of humans. "I see, well in that case just tell me when I come back."

  He leaves the orphanage very reluctant. Especially after he sees you waving at him. 

This is what having your heart broken must feel like. It's strange that a small human could manage such a thing in a single day. 

Lucifer returns home, to the demon castle. 

Many different thoughts cross his mind but Lucifer already knows what to do next. 

In the evening Lucifer and Diavolo have their usual dinner together.

  "There is something that I would like to discuss with you." Lucifer doesn't take long to get to the topic. 

"Sure, tell me what is on your mind." Diavolo has noticed that there is something on Lucifer's mind. 

"I know we haven't talked about this yet but how would you feel about adopting a child?" 

Diavolo is very surprised. "I didn't think that you would be interested in a child. Did the visit to the orphanage inspire this desire?" Diavolo is smiling, he always figured that Lucifer is already too busy to even consider a child. 

'I wasn't, or at least I thought I wasn't until earlier." Lucifer smiles gently. "You see there was this small child and I don't know how but they touched my heart." 

Diavolo chuckles. "Sounds like a remarkable child to me. Being able to touch your heart in a single day. It took me centuries to get to that point."

"I was just playing hard to get." Lucifer shoots Diavolo a flirty look. 

Diavolo laughs. "So you are seriously wanting to adopt a child after seeing them once? And here I thought I'm the spontaneous one in our marriage." 

"I thought so too but I guess you rubbed off on me and before making a final decision I want you to meet them. I mean I want to adopt them with you." Lucifer shrugs and then smiles gently at Diavolo. 

"I like this new spontaneous side of you, Lucifer. I will go along. Every person that manages to capture your heart is worth meeting at least once in my opinion." Diavolo smiles widely at Lucifer. 

"Thank you, Diavolo and I realize that I'm quite unreasonable." Lucifer just can't help himself. 

"Well, if it had been me I would have just brought them home with me. So you are quite reasonable in my opinion." Diavolo let's out a heartfelt laughter. 

"I sure hope you don't bring another puppy home." Lucifer shakes his head. 

"I have learned my lesson." Diavolo waves Lucifer off. "Now when should we go to the orphanage?" Diavolo checks his schedule. 

"Oh, and I definitely want to hear the whole story. I might be able to learn something from them." Diavolo is already fully on board with this. No matter how much this will turn his life upside down, seeing Lucifer this smitten is more than enough for Diavolo to do this.

  Lucifer agrees and gives a quite lively retelling of his earlier encounter. Every word raises Diavolos' excitement. 

Soon the day arrives. Diavolo barely contains his excitement and Lucifer seems to be rather nervous. 

"It's kinda like a first date isn't it?" Diavolo muses. 

"Not really, but I understand the sentiment." Lucifer smiles lightly. 

"Do you think that they will like me?" Diavolo seems a bit uncertain. 

"I can't imagine that they wouldn't like you. You are way easier to love than I am." Lucifer pats Diavolo on his shoulder. 

"That's very sweet of you to say. Shall we head inside?" Diavolo takes a small breath. 

Lucifer nods. 

   They both head inside, into a room where you are already waiting for them. As soon as you see them you run to them. With a small push toy in toe. "You really came!" You smile wide at Lucifer. 

"I tend to keep my word." Lucifer smiles gently at you. 

"Is that your special person?" With curious eyes you look at Diavolo. 

Who instantly crouches down, trying not to spook you with his size. 

"Yes, this is Diavolo my husband." Lucifer introduces him with a gentle smile. 

"Hello, you are pretty, a good choice Lucifer. If I had known I would have made you a flower crown or something. Unless that's not your style." You seem to approve. 

Diavolo chuckles and Lucifer flushes a little. "I like flower crowns and who is your friend here." Diavolo looks at your little toy. 

"This is my best friend Tom. He is a bit shy but once you know him he won't shut up." You hold your plush toy up. 

"Ah, nice to meet you." Diavolo shakes its little paw. 

"Reminds me of Levi." Lucifer gives a small laugh. You look at Lucifer with a curious look.

"That's one of my brothers." He explains.

That seems to be enough for now.

  "So what kind of games do you guys like to play?" You look at the shelves of games on the wall. 

"You can decide today." Diavolo offers and that seems to be just the right choice since your face lights up. 

"Then we should go outside. We can only go to the playground but we can make a sandcastle." You seem only slightly disappointed by your lack of opinions. 

"Sounds perfect to me." Diavolo nods to that idea. 

"Oh, but your clothes are gonna get dirty right? Does that bother you?" You just thought about that possibly. 

"Don't worry about it. I have cast a dirt repeal spell on both of our clothes." Lucifer had seen something like this coming. 

"Wow, that's super useful. I need something like that too. I always get scolded for getting dirty." You pout slightly. 

"No worries, I can cast it on you too." It's pretty easy for Lucifer. He easily casts the spell to your amazement. 

"Sweet, do you have a spell that makes peppers taste good too?" You look at yourself, feeling pretty pleased. 

"Sorry, even my powers have limitations." Lucifer chuckles. 

"Too bad." You sigh slightly disappointed. 

"Yeah, if that were the case I'd be eating pickles by now." Diavolo nods to himself. 

"You don't like pickles? You should really eat them or you won't become big and strong." You parrot the one thing that they keep telling you. 

"I think I'm big enough already but I get what you mean." Diavolo sighs, slightly defeated. 

"So, are we going to play on the playground now or what?" You grow slightly inpatient. 

"Of course, lead the way." Lucifer smiles and you proudly show them the way, it's right behind the building. 

You show them the sandbox and grab a few things to build with. 

You then make sure that everyone has a plastic sand toy. 

"How big do you like your castle?" You start by doing the foundation of your future sandcastle. 

"As big as my own castle, what about you Lucifer?" Diavolo can already picture it in front of his eyes. 

"I doubt we have enough sand or space for that. I think this size is pretty good." Lucifer doesn't even know the first thing about sandcastles but he knows it will be impossible to build one as big as a real castle. 

"You live in a real castle? Like some sort of prince or something?" The mention of a real castle is very exciting to you. 

"Actually I'm a prince." Diavolo grins a bit bashfully. 

"No joke? That's so awesome! Wait, does that make you a prince too, then Lucifer?" Your excitement knows no bounds. 

"No, but I guess you could say I'm a royal consort of sorts." Lucifer wasn't interested in the title at all. 

"Royal conort? Sounds like cake or something." You crook your head. 

"Hahaha it kind of does. I should ask Barbatos to invent a dessert with that name." Diavolo can't contain his laughter. 

"Royal consort is just what you call someone who is married to royalty but it does sound silly." Lucifer had never even thought about it. 

"Let's go on the swings now." You had enough building for now.

"Alright. What shall we do with the castle?" Lucifer looks at the pile of sand.

"There is only one thing that can be done." You get up and jump with full force into the pile, destroying the whole thing. 

"Aww too bad, I wanted to finish it." Diavolo looks a bit solemn. 

You get up, shake the sand off and then give him a little pat. "We can build an even better castle next time." 

"You are right. We should make it double as big." Diavolo instantly lights up. 

"I wonder which of you is the real child here." Lucifer shakes his head but smiles gently at you and Diavolo. 

You're almost already on the swings before you come running back. "Come on, don't be slowpokes. The swings are very popular." You nervously look at the currently empty swings. 

"Coming." Both men speak in unison and then chuckle at each other. You clearly have them both already wrapped around your little fingers. 

Pleased you sit on the swing. "Diavolo can you give me a push?" 

"Of course." Diavolo gives you a gentle push, unsure of how much strength he should use.

  Lucifer has a slightly sour expression. 

"You can use the other swing if you want." You aren't sure why Lucifer seems to be upset. 

"No, don't mind me." Lucifer hadn't even noticed the frown on his face. 

"Yeah, don't worry about him. I think he is just upset that you asked me to give you a push." Diavolo laughs. 

Lucifer rolls his eyes but he also can't deny it. 

"I'm sorry Lucifer. You can do it next time, or maybe I can give you a push." 

Lucifer flushes slightly. "Sure, why not." 

You swing some more, while laughing the entire time.

  The time passes before you even notice it. Soon your time together will end. Each of you seems to feel equally sad. 

"Seems like our time is going to end soon." Lucifer has no choice but to point out the obvious. 

You nod, with a troubled expression. It's heartbreaking. 

"Will you come back?" You are a bit scared to ask. You can't even look at them. 

Both men look at each other then they smile. "Of course we will come back." Lucifer says what both are thinking. 

You look at them, eyes sparkle. "Does that mean that you both like me? Because I think you are both pretty cool. I mean Tom is still the best but you are pretty close." You sheepishly squeeze your toy.

"Of course we like you." Diavolo smiles. 

Lucifer seems slightly troubled by the fact that he was beaten by a toy. 

"So, how about I give you a ride home and then we come and play again soon?" Diavolo obviously wants to make this as easy as possible for you and himself. 

"Yeah, I always wanted to ride a horse but  a prince comes pretty close." You agree with a nod. 

Lucifer seems a bit unsure about the connection but snickers regardless. 

Diavolo lifts you on his shoulders and carries you back to the orphanage, while walking as slowly as possible. 

The goodbye is still kind of hard but it's helped by the fact that you will meet again. 

"So we are going to do this right?" Diavolo is the first to speak on the way home.

"Yes, we are but I want to clarify that this isn't just something that will be just fun and games. The Devildom is a dangerous place for children. Human children are extremely fragile so we will have to be very prepared." Lucifer knows this will be anything but easy. 

"So we should make the whole castle human safe and child safe. Lucky enough we have more than enough rooms. I will ask Barbatos to get us some childcare books from the human realm. I'm quite excited just thinking about this." Diavolo seems very giddy. 

"I agree with that. I should get my brothers some books too. They need to be educated. We should take some classes about child care." Lucifer already forms a detailed plan in his head. 

Both keep talking about the adoption, being very excited about the whole thing.

~ So yeah this is it for now. I wanted to write more and maybe I will. I have a cliffnotes version I might post that soon. Anyhow I hope you enjoyed this so far.

#obey me #obey me! #obey me one master to rule them all #omswd #obey me fanfiction #obey me lucifer #obey me diavolo #my demon family #obey me adoption au #obey me shall we date

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hi!! could i please request mha (( deku, bakugo, todoroki, kirishima, denki, sero, shinsou, tamaki, mirio, shindo, monoma, shiggy, dabi + hawks ?? I’M SO SORRY IK THIS IS A LOT..... )) + danganronpa guys (( nagito, hajime, makoto, rantaro, shuichi, chihiro, byakuya, izuru, kazuichi, & kiibo )) with an s/o who is like tall & chubby ? they get insecure about it and really are body-insecure to the point it’s like super frustrating bc they want to express themselves through their outfits but absolutely hate clothes shopping and will break down bc of the amount of people, the clothing sizes, and being upset after trying things on... sorry this got kinda personal lol i just really am in need some comfort and would appreciate this!! thank you so much!!

hi anon !! unfortunately i don’t have writing requests open for bnha !! i’m sorry abt that !! but here are the dr ones you requested !!

- mod rantaro ✧･ﾟ: *✧

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MAKOTO NAEGI

- makoto would love it that you’re taller than him omg 

- he’d be so confused on why you’re insecure abt it bc he finds it so cute 

- if you can’t find anything to wear he’d let you wear his jacket if you want !! 

- he would 100% ask komaru for clothing advice and she would let you borrow some of hers to avoid going to the store and being uncomfortable in the store 

- she could also help you online shop !! 

- if you guys were ever in the store together and you started panicking bc of insecurities, he’d immediately get you out as soon as he senses your uncomfortable 

- hed hype you up if you were trying clothes on in a store i know it 

- he doesn’t know much about “fashion” but i think he’d like picking out clothes for you but he’d also be nervous bc he doesn’t wanna pick out the wrong thing 

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CHIHIRO FUJISAKI 

- he’s also short so i think he’d think it’s so cute that you’re taller than him 

- OKAY BUT. HED BE AWESOME AT FASHION ADVICE YOU CANNOT TELL ME HE ISNT. 

- he literally dressed in both masculine clothes and then feminine clothes. he’d know a lot about how to dress 

- he’d give timid little tips of advice it’d be so cute please 

- he’d like clap for you when you try things on 

- like cute little claps with the biggest smile like “y/n! you look amazing in that!” 

- he’s also quite insecure so you guys would be able to comfort each other !! 

- he’d always feel so worried if you got upset and would try his best to calm you down but he’d be so panicky 

- i think he’d also make a website that like... gives you clothes recommendations like specifically for you 

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BYAKUYA TOGAMI 

- he’d be very shocked when he finds out

- like he’d be like “y/n! why are you so concerned about something so insignificant? looks do not matter, although the feelings you feel are valid. many people experience this problem as well, so you are not alone. if you wish, we can go shopping together sometime if you are comfortable with that.” 

- he’d be very concerned about you and would constantly check up on you

- he’s also tall so like,,,, power couple 

- he’d buy you whatever you want no matter how expensive 

- he’d be very nervous if you started crying at a store, he’d pull you to the side and talk to you to calm you down 

- he’d say very heartfelt things to you, and he’d really mean them 

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KAZUICHI SODA 

- HED BE SO CONFUSED ON WHY YOURE INSECURE 

- “if y/n pretty... 🤨 why they not think so... 🤔”

- he’s the biggest simp so he thinks you look amazing in literally anything 

- if you try on clothes at a store his jaw would be on the floor the entire time 

- CONSTANT PRAISE AND COMPLIMENTS 

- like if there’s a commercial on tv and it’s for clothes he’d look at the outfits and points to the ones that you would look good in (it’s every single outfit btw)

- he would want to try his best to help 

- he’d find your height so cool too though 

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NAGITO KOMAEDA 

- OKAY BUT HED BE SUPER SUPER CONFUSED WHY YOURE INSECURE 

- HE SEES YOU AS FLAWLESS

- he lets you take your time, he lets you call the shots when you want to go shopping so he won’t invite you bc he doesn’t wanna offend you accidentally by inviting you to go shopping with him 

- i feel like he’d like immediately hug you when he found out 

- like he’d be genuinely SAD that you feel that way 

- he’d wrap you up in his big jacket and lay you down on the couch and hold onto you 

- if you do want to go shopping he’d be willing to spend sm money 

- he’d also be literally drooling over how you look the entire time too

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HAJIME HINATA

- he wouldn’t even notice

- he would have to have a flat out sign that you’re insecure 

- as soon as he suspected it, he was a little hesitant to confront you 

- he had no clue what to say 

- but he did give you many compliments and saying that if you need something to always come to him because he will try his best to help 

- if y’all ever went to the store together he’d be blushing the entire time bc he thinks you look so good bye 

- he would give recommendations occasionally but when he does give recommendations they’re wicked good 

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IZURU KAMUKURA 

- he would immediately know and would know exactly how and when to comfort you 

- when he notices that you’re having a particularly bad day, he’d drag you to lay with him and pet your hair with no words whatsoever 

- he’d give the best recommendations. like they literally look perfect on you 

- i think he’d also like buy you clothes without taking you to the store 

- he already knows your taste in clothes and what would compliment you, he would go out and buy them for you 

- he could also make clothes for you !! 

- pls. imagine him sewing. why is that so cute bye 

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RANTARO AMAMI 

- he’s got 12 sisters, he’s used to this 

- he’d know immediately as well 

- but he’d confront you almost immediately 

- i feel like he’d make a little plan to make you feel better 

- like when he notices, he’d buy you a little “comfort sweatshirt” and a bunch of flowers and would buy a new movie so you could hang out with him and watch it together, to get your mind off of insecurities 

- he’d give you a bunch of his jewelry and say they look pretty on you 

- he’d let you wear his shirt too bc that shirt looks wicked comfy 

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SHUICHI SAIHARA 

- okay he’d also put all the clues together and know immediately 

- he would not say anything about it, he doesn’t wanna make you upset 

- instead, he does little things that might make you feel better 

- he’d let you wear his hat while shopping, to block out other people 

- he’d be very comforting and would avoid crowds of people bc that makes you uncomfortable 

- if you ever complained about yourself this boy would not be having it 

- “y/n!! don’t talk so bad about yourself!! you need to see how pretty i think you are!! i don’t care how tall you are, or what you look like! you’re very beautiful to me!!” then he’d realize he was kinda yelling so his voice would soften up

- “ah, y/n, i’m sorry about my tone- i d-didn’t mean to be loud. but you get what i meant. i think you a very.. pretty and i wish you would see yourself that way too.. please?” 

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KIIBO

- he’d google how to help you and would be kinda shy about helping you but he knows that he needs to help you 

- i feel like he’d be kinda lost on this since he’s a robot and he’s always looked the way he looks 

- he would.. understand how you feel though? 

- not exactly the same as how you feel but he would relate in a way because he does get teased and discriminated on for being a robot 

- he’d give you little pep talks 

- “y/n. as your significant other, i think it would be good for me to confront you on this subject. this subject may be a bit awkward but i hope to make you feel better about this. i have noticed you are not confident in looks, but there is no need for you to feel this way. you are extremely attractive, and it’s insignificant what you look like anyways. what matters is how you treat others. i am a robot, i an aware of that but i am not ashamed of it. this is why if you think you are lacking in something to acknowledge it and to embrace it. there are plus sides to being a robot as well as there are many plus sides to being tall like you are. if you would like to accompany me on a shopping trip i would be more than happy when you are ready.” 

- i dont think people realize how short kiibo is so he’d think the way you’re taller than him is absolutely endearing

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#mod chihiro #rantaro amami #rantaro amami x reader #kiibo x reader #kiibo idabashi #keebo x reader #danganronpa keebo #shuichi saihara x reader #shuichi saihara #izuru kamakura x reader #izuru x reader #izuru kamukura #kazuichi imagine #kazuichi souda #kazuichi soda x reader #hajime hinata x reader #hajime hinata #nagito komaeda x reader #danganronpa nagito #nagito komaeda #nagito x reader #makoto naegi x reader #makoto naegi #byakuya togami #danganronpa byakuya #byakuya togami x reader #byakuya togami headcanons #chihiro x reader #chihiro fujisaki #chihiro fujisaki x reader

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hiiii can u plz do a kuroo first time blowjob?? thanks i love your blog!!!!!

hi sorry i was too busy playing animal crossing but im back

First Time Head with Kuroo

It was a bad idea that popped into your head, a terribly devilish thought that you were sure would get you in trouble-- but it was worth a shot, wasn't it? 

You were the Nekoma volleyball team manager, and also the captain's girlfriend. What a wonderful world you live in; the team adored you, your boyfriend thought you were as sweet as sugar. The truth be told, you and Tetsurou had only gotten to first base the entirety of your eight month relationship. You were shy when it came to physical affection, and you had a bad habit of getting too nervous when your boyfriend's hands started wandering further than your shoulders. He was always the perfect gentleman when you had to stop due to your erratic heartbeat, and while you profusely apologized every time, he took it in stride and never pressured you to do anything you weren't comfortable with.

It wasn't that you didn't think he was attractive, it was quite the opposite. He was Adonis-- tall, lean muscle, abs, strong jaw line, hair that you wanted to run your hands through. He was too perfect and it intimidated you. Other than the physical limitations you had set, it was a great relationship. The two of you could talk for hours, joking and laughing. His personality fit yours, he didn't get upset at your sarcastic quips, he actually enjoyed then and retorted back with just as much sass.

"Y/n, what's the problem? Why do you look so nervous?" your friend Aimee asked once class had been released for lunch.

"Yeah, and you look really sweaty..." your other friend Sayori mentioned, motioning to your red face.

Fanning your face with your hands, you admitted, "I'm going to do the deed today, that's why I look like a hot mess."

The two girls grinned and squealed, gaining the attention of the few stragglers in the classroom. You hushed then quickly, hiding your head in your arms. "Guys, please! This is already a stressful day! I don't need you all screaming and making a big deal of it." you mumbled into your arms.

Someone patted your head and ruffled your hair. "You really must be nervous if you're scolding us instead of screaming too."

"You may be right, Sayori-chan, normally Y/n is the first one of us to scream about something exciting."

You lifted your head and glared at your friends while trying to hide your growing smile. Aimee grabbed your cheeks and squished them together while Sayori hoped with excitement, "You're finally growing up! You put on your big girl thong today!"

"Oh my God, please don't ever say that again!" you groaned, trying to push the brown haired girls hands away from your hurting cheeks.

Sayori stopped her jumping and put her hands on small hips. "But it's true, you're going to be be the first one of us to actually put one of those things in your mouth."

Aimee stopped her assault on your poor face and rebutted, "Hey! I almost did!"

"Yeah, but then you woke up from your dream and realized Morisuke wasn't actually there." you teased light heartily.

The three of you laughed and you finally stood from your desk, stepping out of the classroom with your two best friends. Your trio hiked up the steps to the roof, opening the door and scoping it out, making sure no one had claimed your lunch spot for themselves. The warn sun caressed your face and the breeze carried the scent of the freshly bloomed flowers with it, pollen included. It was a gorgeous day, barely any clouds in the sky and birds happily perched on the edge of the roof, singing songs in hopes of finding a mate.

Plopping down on one of the benches, you confessed, "I've never seen his... you know what in person, what if I hurt him?"

Sayori tied her red hair in a messy bun before responding. "I've given a hand job before, they're surprisingly durable; you're only going to hurt him if you bite him or something like that."

Before you could respond with a smart ass comment, the devil named Tetsurou texted you.

 Volleybitch (4) unread messages

Hey doll face (Ф∀Ф)

im bored Kenma wont stop playing fire emblem to talk to me

he keeps talking about defeating the death knight but idk who that is

we still on for tonight? you get to pick the movie as long as its good

 You rolled your eyes as you responded.

tell him to recruit lysithea and he can one shot him with her lol

yeah we're still on!! the fams gone for the weekend so we can actually use the big tv in the living room

 just promise to take a shower before we leave bc i dont want u sweating up my couch you stink

literally all the time

nasty sweaty man

Putting your phone away, you focused on your friends who were still more excited about your nights rendezvous than you were. It was true that you didn't want your boyfriend making your house smelling like a gym, but you didn't want to put your mouth on him when he was just running around getting sweaty. You had standards, and smelling and tasting sweat was not apart of those standards

"You ready to ditch this popsicle stand?" Kuroo asked, tossing his water bottle in his gym bag. His hair was slightly damp from the quick shower he had just had.

You rolled your eyes and replied sardonically, "With you? Never."

 "You're right, look at that eligible bachelor over there waiting to watch a shitty movie with you tonight." He walked over to you and flipped you, pointing at volleyball pole that was being put away. "That handsome man wants to take you to dinner, but he can only afford McDonalds. So sad, Y/n, you can only get something off of the dollar menu."

 You raised your eyebrows in fake consideration. "Perhaps, but he doesn't have any muscles, so it's a hard pass. Sorry, mister pole, but you're still single." 

Your tall boyfriend laughed and guided you towards the gym doors, his hand on your back. You bit back a blush when he rubbed your back slightly. You're about to give this man a blowjob and you wanna blush when he touches your back? You were hopeless.

Your tall boyfriend laughed and guided you towards the gym doors, his hand on your back. You bit back a blush when he rubbed your back slightly. You're about to give this man a blowjob and you wanna blush when he touches your back? You were hopeless.

"So what movie have you decided on? It better not be anything related to Minions or Legos, or I promise you I will cry." Tetsurou deadpanned.

Humming, you grinned. "It's a surprise."

The ten minute walk to your house felt like an hour. You and Kuroo talked about the tournament coming up, but all you think of was the fact that you were going to suck this hot man's cock. The thought made you blush and salivate. Ideally his shirt would be off, letting you see how his work out regime gave him a delicious torso. You wondered how big he was, how thick it would be; would he taste good, would he be shaved? What if he didn't want you to suck him off? Would he find it repulsive?

"Y/n? Hey, dollface, we're at your house, stop walking or you're going to end up at your neighbors front door," Tetsurou's voice brought you back from your daze.

"Oh, sorry, I was just thinking of a strategy for the team and I guess I got lost in thought." you chuckled nervously, forcing your blush to evade.

Unlocking the door and stepping inside, your heart officially started to race. How was this going to start? 

Right, start a movie! 

"I'll start a movie if you wanna go get us something to drink from the kitchen," you suggested as you made your way towards the living room.

You shut the blinds in fear your neighbors would end up looking into them and seeing your lewd actions and quickly double checked to see if you locked the front door. Call yourself paranoid, but you didn't need anything interrupting. 

Tetsurou returned with two glasses of water and a smirk. Once he placed the two glasses on the coffee table, he sink into the couch and gazed at the TV. "So, I see the decision is The Breakfast Club. Again."

"You know it's one of my favorite movies!" you argued, sitting beside him.

The movie started, and twenty minutes into the movie, it was time to start your plan. 

You took a deep breath, exhaling through your nose. With a shaky hand, you ran it down Tetsurou's arm idly, gaining his attention. You could see his eyebrows raise in question as he gazed at your fingers brushing against his bicep. You wet your lips and kissed his cheek, traveling to his mouth. 

This caught him completely off guard.

He didn't complain, though, shifting his body to make it more comfortable for the both of you. Feeling confident in yourself, your tongue brushed against his lips, asking permission to enter. He happily obliged, opening his mouth and letting your tongue graze his. His hands wandered to your shoulders, rubbing them as your tongues battled for dominance-- in the end, Tetsurou was victorious. 

Your lower stomach was getting hot, you could feel your panties begin to dampen with arousal. His hands trailed down your shoulders to your arms, rubbing them softly. Your hands went to his hair, running your fingers through the tresses. The black haired boy groaned in your mouth, making you clamp your thighs shut. Feeling a burst of confidence, you broke the kiss and climbed into his lap, shocking him.

His eyes were dark with lust as he panted, "This is a nice surprise."

"Hush, or I'll stop." you murmured, going back to his lips with newly found gusto.

You've never been this aroused, your panties were soaked and threatening to spill onto your inner thighs. You knew your face was flushed brightly, but kissing Kuroo and feeling him harden beneath you was making your brain numb. It buzzed with lust and you could only focus on how his hands moved to your sides and how they felt like hot fire, his finger tips leaving warmth.

Experimenting was never something you thought you'd do, but you swiveled your hips in his lap, earning a heartfelt groan from the man beneath you. Breaking the kiss once more, you gazed at him with glossy eyes. Remembering your research, you stepped off of his lap and kneeled in front of his sitting form, peering at him through your lashes.

You'd never seen Kuroo blush, but seeing you on your knees, flustered, hair tousled, and lips plump from kissing, you'd think he'd passed out. 

The tent in his shorts were impressive, no matter how baggy the shorts were. Licking your lips once more, your shaking hands tentatively rubbed up his thighs, nearing his growing cock. He stuttered and swallowed harshly. "What do you think you're doing, doll face?"

"I'm going to suck you off, Tetsurou," You swore you heard him groan. "Unless you have a problem with that?"

He shook his head. "Not at all."

Swallowing the sudden nerves, you helped him pull his shorts and underwear down, releasing his cock. Your eyes widened once you saw how impressive it was. Would that fit in your mouth? Licking your lips, you stuck your tongue out and grazed the head of his swollen member, enticing a hiss from your boyfriend.

"Fuck, Y/n..." he muttered, bringing one of his clenched fists to his mouth, biting it.

Gaining the confidence back you had originally, you popped the head into your mouth, sucking it lightly. Tetsurou stuttered out a moan, whispering your name. You went down his shaft a bit further, gripping one of his thighs for leverage. Kuroo was very vocal, giving you praises and groaning every time you sucked your cheeks in. Your other hand went to grip the rest of his cock that you couldn't fit into your sore mouth. He was girthy, your jaw was beginning to hurt from the unusual strain. You bobbed your head with more speed, glancing up at Tetsurou who had his head thrown back in pure bliss. Your neglected, throbbing sex was growing more aroused with slick, this boy was going to be the death of you. 

His hips started thrusting shallowly to meet your mouth, one of his hands going to your hair. His moans were becoming louder and the grip in your hair was growing tighter.

"That's it, Y/n, don't stop. God, who knew you had such a good mouth," he praised. 

Kuroo Tetsurou was coming undone before you and it was sexiest thing you've ever seen.

All because of you.

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Like would Yandere! Sans (Undertale, Underswap, Swapfell, Underfell and Horrortale) try to seduce your reader? They can be Headcanon or Mini scenarios, I don't care! I like your blog so much.

AAAAAHHH!  Thank you for your kind words!  <3

sorry i got to this so late ;A;

Undertale 

Sans tries to romance you like any boyfriend would.  He wants to give the impression that he’s a lovable, funny guy.  He doesn’t want you to see any of the bad parts of him and he DEFINITELY doesn’t want you to find out just how many people he’s killed in order to keep you to himself.

He’ll make you laugh and take you on dates.  He’ll be smooth af and will leave you a blushing mess at the end of the night.

It’s almost too easy to make you fall for him.  

And if it was THIS easy to make you fall for HIM, how easy would it be for someone to take you away from him?

No, he can’t have that happen.  He can’t lose you.  You belong to him!  His thoughts keep spiralling in this way until-

Your next date comes.  Sans gets you a drink, but it only takes the one for you to start feeling like you’ve been drinking all night.  What was in that drink?  

You curl up in Sans’ lap, burying your head in his shoulder and close your eyes sleepily.  He just chuckles, threading his phalanges in your hair as he teleports to his room, ensuring the door is locked.  

He’ll keep you with him forever.  Even if he has to keep you this way in order to make it happen.

Underswap

Absolutely tries to romance you.  He pulls out all the stops in a bid to sweep you off your feet.  All the effort that a normal boyfriend puts into Valentine’s Day?  Yeah, that’s your life EVERY SINGLE DAY with Blue.  

He brings you your favourite flowers, your favourite chocolates and candy, recites poetry, even jewellery that just happens to be the kind of thing you would wear!

I mean, it’s great and very flattering.  But how the hell did he find out any of that stuff when you never told him?  He must’ve found out from your friends and work colleagues.

It’s not like he’s stalking your every move and breaking into your house when your asleep so he can find out about what you like and don’t like (and he definitely doesn’t watch you sleep).  

:)

Underfell

Red...well, he tries.  He does make an effort to try and romance you the old fashioned way.  

It should be fine.  He’s flirted with lots of women!  Both human AND monster!  Except, you’re not just any woman.  You’re not like everyone else.  And where women swoon normally when he flirts, the same tactic is not effective on you.

Unfortunately, you’ve had far too many men interact with you in this same way.  You know how the game goes by now and you’re tired of being flirted with when you’re just trying to go about life.  So Red’s flirting doesn’t score any points.

So he changes it up.  He tries going with flowers and chocolates.  Girls like that shit, right?  Haha!  Not in this case.  The flowers give you hayfever, leaving you a sneezing mess.  The chocolates had peanuts in, which you happen to be allergic to and Red freaks out when you go into anaphylactic shock and have to be rushed to hospital.

He feels awful about it, of course.  So naturally he goes and visits you in the hospital.

This time though, he just plays it safe.  He makes a card for you, saying both “Sorry” and “Get Well Soon” as well as picks up a little bunny plush.  If there’s one thing he’s managed to learn about you, it’s that you love bunnies. 

When he sees you, you’re kinda shocked at seeing him and you’re almost about to yell at him.  But then this big intimidating looking skeleton monster with the sharpest teeth you’ve ever seen just bursts into tears.  

He’s blubbering and sobbing out apologies and your heart just melts.  It’s become obvious that he didn’t mean any ill intent.  You kinda figured when he started freaking out the first time.  

It’s when he sheepishly hands you the card and plushie that you realize just how cute he is.  There’s a heartfelt apology inside and the plushie is so soft that you just love it instantly.  He really isn’t like the other guys who’ve tried to romance you.  He’s genuine.  And so, you ask him on a date.

He’s so happy at this that it’s like watching a kid at Christmas.  But on the inside, he’s calculating and trying to process everything he’s learned from this.

The whole world seems to be against you.  You need to be protected.  Not just from others who could take you away from him.  You need to be protected from the world!  

It’s okay.  He’s here.  He’ll take care of you.

Horrortale

Axe doesn’t bother with romancing you.  He doesn’t have time for that and it’s just not his thing.

So he does what he does best.  Hunting.

He catches you off guard.  You’ll be walking home from work.  It’s dark and there’s no one around.  The perfect opportunity to whisk you away.

You don’t suspect a thing as he creeps closer.  Axe has had plenty of time to become the perfect hunter and he puts his skills to use as he persues you.  He doesn’t make a sound, he stays in the shadows.  It’s almost like he’s hunting in the Underground again.

But this time he’s not hunting for food.  He’s hunting his cute little mate.

And when he grabs and pulls you around a corner and into a shortcut, he can’t describe the joy he feels at having caught his prey mate.  You’re completely helpless when he takes you to his basement.  No one can hear your screams.

It’s okay.  You’ll learn your place eventually.  When you realize how dangerous this world really is, you’ll learn to love him and will come to appreciate all that he does for you.

If not?

Well, he has other ways of stopping you from escaping and keeping you in line.

Swapfell

Why would he bother trying to romance you?  He is magnificent!  You should be asking HIM on dates!  

No!  Don’t walk away!  He didn’t say you could leave!

To put it simply, he tries to romance you.  But the two biggest problems (besides the fact he’s a yandere) is his ego and how tsundere he is when trying to talk to you.  It’s a double whammy with this skelly.  He’ll say something utterly romantic and then throw an insult at you and you’ll be left reeling.

Black will carry on with this for so long that you eventually get tired of the emotional whiplash.  You still like him, but you’re not sure if you can ever be romantically involved with him if he’s going to treat you like this.

You try and tell him this, but he won’t be listening.  At least, he won’t be listening to the important parts.  He’ll have selective hearing and will instead listen to the parts of the conversation that he can piece together to make it SOUND like you are trying to pursue him romantically.

You could say: “I’m sorry, but I don’t think I can go on a date with you when you treat me like shit most of the time.

He will hear: “I can go on a date with you.” 

He’ll block the rest of it out.  

And if you try to protest, well he was able to train Mutt.  He’ll have no trouble in making you into the obedient pet he knows you can be.

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