#I may be slightly unwell about these two

[olivertwistrabbit]

Its just adlibs of my thoughts as I watched the scene. Nothing fancy.

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Sick Day

Daniel Ricciardo x reader smut 18+

Season two spoilers for doctor who. This may or may not be based off of how I spent my time while unwell

1.8k words

“I’m back” Daniel yelled through the house as he closed the door. He was so excited to be back with his girlfriend, he was gone for three weeks now and just really needed to see her. he rushed through the hallway and his excitement dialled down as he noticed the silence. Normally she would have some form of music playing rather loud, wanting to drown out the silence of being alone in their shared home.

The sneezing caught him off guard and so he picked up his pace and saw her sat on the sofa; drowning in blankets with her eyes focused on the television. The volume was no higher than ten so he could only hear the mumbling of the actors voices. “What happened to you? baby, you must be so unwell to be watching tv without me.” He walked closer and saw her drained eyes and slightly reddened nose. “Danny, I’m so happy your back, I missed you so much.” Her voice came out strained and nasally. “Oh look at you, you’re so sick. What happened?” He said reaching out to her as she spoke again. “I didn’t wear a jumper when I went out. But I had a scarf on, I promise.” Daniel shook his head at the statement and walked towards the kitchen, turning the kettle on a reaching for the tea. He then poured an unnecessary amount of honey in the mug and placed it on the table.

Daniel finally pulled his hat off of his head and placed it on hers, knowing she was still feeling the chill. He moved the covers slightly to slip under them, and to touch her, knowing it would comfort her. “No, don’t. I’ll get you sick.” She was so happy he was back in a formula one car, she was so stressed for him upon hearing that he had broken his hand during the free practice at zanvoort, then the engine issues at Austin and now, he needed to keep well to ensure he would have a seat next year. “No you won’t.” He almost whispered out leaning closer to her, pulling her body towards him, resting her head against his chest, wrapping his hands over her waist. “Oh right, you’ve got your vitamins.” He laughed out lightly upon hearing her reply.

“So what are we watching?” He said, diverting his eyes towards the screen. “Doctor who.” She whispered, trying not to hurt her voice further, just as the TARDIS came on screen. A smile creeped a way on to his face, he had no idea what was going on as Cathrin Tate appeared on the screen. “So what’s happening?” She leaned further into him and pulled the blankets higher for extra warmth. “Well, the Doctor is really upset about Rose, who’s in an alternate universe with her mum, Jackie, and her alternate universe dad, who saved her life twice, I think. And some how Donna played by Cathrin Tate, has ended up in the TARDIS while getting married.” She explained like it was super simple and he was already aware. Daniel smiled, knowing this was something she enjoyed and so wanted to hear more. “Babe, Who’s Rose?”

“She was in season one with the Ninth Doctor, then he saved her life and became the Tenth doctor. In season two she employed her boyfriend Ricky or Micky, something like that, to help her and The doctor. So they went to a school when the teachers were evolved bat-vampires who were brainwashing and killing students. They also meet the girl that the Doctor originally traveled with and Rose got pretty jealous. But I would be too, David Tennant is pretty hot.” She laughed out lightly, shifting in Daniel’s lap. “Hey, I’m right here…At least he got dark hair, I’ll take that.” A grin covered her face, ear to ear.

“Anyway, they all then go the alternate universe because something happened with the TARDIS, and lots of people have been disappearing and alternate universe Micky or Ricky and his friends are trying to find out what had been happening . They then find out that the people are being turned into cybermen and then alternate Ricky or Micky dies saving everyone, Alternate Jackie also dies at some point, then Rose’s boyfriend Micky or Ricky stays to replace him and be good or something. So her and the doctor travel back to normal earth.” She said, having to pause every now and then to catch her breath. As much as Daniel felt sorry for her he didn’t want her to stop. “So Micky or Ricky and Rose are still dating, even though they are in a different universes?” He said, passing her the tea to sip on, hoping it would ease her throat.

“I can’t really remember but she kissed him before she left so probably. Anyway, some other stuff happens and they end in a Torchwood building because of some random ghosts appearing all over London. Then the find out it’s actually the cybermen slipping through the void and into their universe. And obviously they are trying to kill everyone because reasons, then a metal circle thing opens revealing the last four daleks, they are robots that started a war against the time lords, including the Doctor. At this point I started to hate Mickey or Ricky, because he touched the metal and released a lot of imprisoned daleks who want to kill everyone as they think they’re superior. So the Daleks and Cybermen try and kill each other.” She paused for a quick cough and another sip of tea. “Here, Love” Daniel said, handing her a throat sweet. “Continue.”

“So the Doctor sends everyone back to the alternate universe as they would be sucked into the void because of the travelling, apart form Jackie obviously, but Rose stayed. They have these massive magnets… Don’t laugh at that, I can’t believe you are laughing at the word massive. To continue, the lever moves so rose let’s go of the magnet to fix it and almost falls into the void but Pete, her alternate universe dad, jumps through the universe and saves her, taking her back with him. Then the void closes and she starts crying hysterically because she can’t ever see the doctor again.” She could feel Daniel nod, he truly loved to hear her talk, he wanted to make her feel listened to. “But she’s dating Micky or Ricky, right?” She shifted slightly before speaking again. “Yes, it’s bad right? But they get led to some beach where a hologram of the Doctor appears and she all crying again. Then she’s says ‘I love you’ and he just stares at her for a second, her family are all there by the way, and the Doctor says ‘Rose Tyler, I’ and the hologram fades.”

Daniel gasps, “Right in front of Ricky-Micky. What a hoe.” She laughs a bit louder than expected. “I know, it’s unbelievable.” Daniel always loved gossip, no matter where it was from. “You are such an nerd baby… Oh don’t make that face, I still love you.” He dropped his head into her neck as she spoke, “I still don’t feel any better.” He let her comment sit in the air for a minute, not sure if his idea was a good one, he needed to debate it before making a decision. “I know what will make you feel better.” She looked up at him, still unable to see his face, “What?”

“An orgasm.” He mumbled against her neck with a smile. “Is that so? She replied, trying to move to face him, but his hands were firm, ensuring she wasn’t moving anywhere by keeping them on her hips. “Yeah, I heard it’s really good.” His hand slipped up her top and began to slide down her abdomen and into her underwear. She let a high sigh, just at the feeling of him touching her skin, he’d been away for far too long. “That’s it, Love, relax for me.” As soon as his fingers made contact with her clit she miss out, loud. Daniel began to run slow and teasing circles into her skin, not wanting to build her up too quick. She could feel his touch all over her body, and it just felt so good to be back in his arms, the smallest touch was euphoric. She hummed when he applied more pressure, and he pulled her flush against his chest again, needing to have full control of her body. She pushed her hip against Daniel’s hand as she began to kiss and suck on her neck. He knew this was a massive turn on for her, and so, it would heighten her pleasure. “Uh, Daniel, please” she moaned out, almost over the edge. “Go on babe, you can cum for me.” He climax was so overwhelming that her whole body was shaking, she shook her head side to side involuntarily, and pushed her hands deep into the cushions of the sofa, it felt so phenomenal that she had no control.

“Good girl.” He whisper in her ear, making her whine and squirm in his lap again. They sat there for a while, enjoying each others company. Daniel moved to kiss her lips softly, kissing always felt more intimate than sex, it was one way of showing her that he truly and deeply loved her. She shifted slightly, laying on her side, so her ear was pressed up against his chest, hearing his heart beating. It was relaxing, peaceful even. Daniel rubbed his hands up and down the side of her torso and down her thigh, making sure she felt loved during haze of her climax. “I love you.” She whispered, knowing that he would want to hear it back. It wasn’t as if he was insecure, he just like to hear how much she loved him, it made him feel appreciated.

“Come on, let me up.” He lightly smacked her thigh to move her. He felt a chill run through his body after leaving the warmth of the blankets, and her body. “Hot lemonade and paracetamol, that’s what you need.” He said, noticing her yawning. So he reached in the cupboard for another mug. “Or do you want some nightnurse? it will make you sleep better babe.” He looked back to the sofa, seeing his girlfriend smile sent a feeling of joy through his body. “Hot lemonade and nightnurse it is.”

Daniel picked her up from the sofa and brought her to the bedroom, she was exhausted, anyone could tell that. Once he got her placed on the soft mattress, he tucked her body tightly with the quilt, ensuring she stayed warm. “Danny, you’re so sweet.” He smiled, before reaching for a t-shirt to sleep in. “It’s because I love you.” He turned around to see her fast asleep, all cozied up on his side of the bed and he chuckled. She was perfect, no matter what. “Good night love.” He said as soft a possible as he got under the covers with her, pulling her body against his.

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Hello! I just finished reading your Morpheus fics and I absolutely love them! So I thought about requesting something, too. Morpheus x reader where reader is feeling well and calls for him. They spend all evening togheter after a long time. reading togheter, watching some movies, talking and sharing their thoughts... until Morpheus notice it’s really late, almost midnight, and it’s time for reader to sleep, but she doesn't want to ‘cause Morpheus is always busy and she misses spending time with him, even whe she's asleep lately he was never there. Morpheus feels guilty and promises her he’ll be more present, especially in her dreams. A nice ending where he stays with her until she falls asleep, and him appearing in her dreams as he promised? Thank you 💖

A Homemade Remedy

(Morpheus x Female Reader)

Synopsis: After days of dealing with your sickness by yourself, you give in and call your boyfriend, hoping he'll come.

Warnings: Minor language

Word Count: 815

A/N: Stop two on the apology tour. I'm so sorry this has taken so long! And I want to thank you profusely for your patience. And for sending the request in. I really hope you enjoy this fluffy little fic!

Normally, you wouldn’t bother Morpheus with this. He had more important things to deal with instead. But you felt as if Death would appear at any moment, and all you wanted was some comfort from your boyfriend. 

You pressed the ruby pendant he gifted you to your heart, croaking his name. 

“Beloved?” 

You blinked, seemingly slower than usual. 

“Hi,” you whispered, covers pulled to your chin. 

He took you in for a few moments, brows pinched slightly. You could only tell he was worried because of how long you’d known him. 

“You are unwell.” 

“S’just a—” A coughing fit started, only ceasing when he handed you your glass of water. “Just a cold.” 

Between the tissues piled in the trash beside your bed, the bottle of medication without its lid, and the two additional blankets on top of you, he knew that wasn’t the case. You’d been here much longer than a few hours. 

“Why did you not call for me when your ailment began?” 

And there it was, the look you were dreading the more you prolonged summoning him. You’re not even sure he’s aware of his “kicked puppy” look. 

You shrugged, pulling the covers just below your nose.  

Morpheus made no sound—as graceful and Endless as ever. The only indication he had moved was the lifting of your blankets as he slid in behind you. 

“Turn around, my love.” 

You were far too weak and needy to refuse. 

Settling with your head on his thigh, he rested a hand on your hair. 

“I am here now, and I will take care of you,” he said. “Whatever you may need, I will gather.” 

“Just this.” Your voice barely carried on a whisper. 

“Then here I shall remain.” 

Morpheus always spoke softer than you would expect while still containing all the authority in the universe, but it sounded even softer. It held gentleness—kindness—a quality that said, “You are precious to me.” 

“What about the Dreaming?” you asked, eyes closed. 

“In Lucienne’s capable hands,” he replied without hesitation. You were so considerate of him and his duties, for once, he wished you’d be selfish.  

“What if she needs you?” Even as you said this, your arm settled over his lap. 

“She has looked after my realm much longer than you will be ill.” 

You squeezed him as best you could at the reminder. You didn’t like to think about what had happened to him. Though you met long after that, it hurt to know someone could do that to another being—human or not. 

Morpheus had reassured you he had healed. Much of that having to do with you. 

“Could you read to me, then?” you asked. 

A book appeared in seconds, his voice matching perfectly to the cadence of the lines. It didn’t matter what he was saying, hearing him speak in that hypnotic rumble was enough. Even the flipping of the page didn’t distract you. He was captivating from the first word. 

He’d read two chapters when your stomach growled. 

“When did you last eat?” His smile was soft, thumb grazing your arm. 

You shrugged, not wanting to be scolded. 

“Can you eat?” 

You weren’t sure if it was how shitty you were feeling, how tired you were, or how helpless you felt, but his words went straight to your heart. 

He considered how you might feel. He wasn’t pushing you to eat, but asking if you thought you could stomach anything. He wanted to help, but not at the risk of causing you more discomfort. 

You nodded, keeping your eyes closed so he wouldn’t see them watering. 

“Here.” He helped you sit up before picking up the bowl of broth that had manifested on the nightstand. 

You went to grab it, but he tutted, picking the spoon up himself and bringing it to your mouth. 

“I can feed myself,” you said after swallowing. 

“I know,” he said. “Please. Let me help you.” 

You ate the next spoonful without complaint, and soon, the bowl was empty. 

“Thank you,” you mummered, head nestled into the crook of his shoulder. 

“It’s late, you must rest,” he whispered into your hair. 

You shook your head, and tried to snuggle yourself closer to him, like if you planted yourself firmly enough, he wouldn’t be able to leave. 

“Haven’t seen you in forever,” you mumbled. “Don’t wanna waste it.” 

Guilt flooded Morpheus. He knew he had been neglectful of you, but you had been so patient with him. You were the embodiment of understanding—and he had taken advantage of that. 

“Go to sleep, dear one. I will meet you in the Dreaming.” His lips pressed to your crown. 

You hummed, head growing heavy. 

And when your eyes opened, there he was, holding you as you laid in his chambers. 

He smiled fondly, brushing your chin with his knuckles. 

“What shall we do now, my love?” 

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𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐀𝐕𝐀𝐓𝐀𝐑 𝐎𝐅 𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐄. ˚₊ HEADCANONS // ft. Lucifer 1.1k words · GN!Reader · SFW · Feel-good & Fluff ♛ Masterlist | Request Guidelines

⚠ Content Warning: Mention of his demon form, implicit threat and possible death, and reader being sick, stressed, unhappy, experiencing insomnia, and gaining haters. ✎ Note: This is the first work I wrote and posted here on my blog. I’ll be writing for all the demon brothers with this scenerio as well, so please look forward to it!

Lucifer is an ideal partner that certainly comes with a host of benefits. However, this demon is pretty private and keeps some of his cards close to his chest, so it’ll take time for him to fully open up. More so, showing his affection for you shamelessly.

He prefers to keep things on the down-low, so it’s not distinctly apparent that the two of you are dating, but as he falls more deeply and intensely in love with you, he becomes more comfortable and bolder in displaying his affection and declaring you’re his. Still, if one does not have eyes like a hawk, one will likely not notice those subtle cues, such as the shared pecks on the cheeks or lips when no one’s looking, the three love taps on the back of your hand to express “I love you,” his frequent stroke on your arm, hand, or shoulder blade, and how his hand is always resting on your thigh whenever you’re sitting beside him.

His most blatant public display of affection is when he spreads his wings in his demon form and wraps them around you on one side. When he’s in an excellent or sunny disposition, he’ll hold your hand and gently squeeze it from time to time, which he cutely does unconsciously, all the while entwining his fingers with yours.

He calls you “honey” or “my dear” as an endearment, but only in private. He still sticks to your name in front of others, excluding his brothers, Diavolo, Barbatos, and the occupants of the Purgatory Hall. After all, aside from gloating a bit that he’s the one you chose over them, he doesn’t really see the need to restrain himself to that extent around them.

He takes care and prioritizes your well-being around the clock. When you feel unwell or tuckered out to function for the day, he excuses you from your classes and requests a work from home for him to Diavolo to look after you. If given permission, he spends most of his time in your room and usually settles himself down, presumably working, on an armchair positioned slightly distant from your bed, just enough not to disturb your rest. This demon might seem to give off an air of calm and relaxed composure, but you bet he’s been a bundle of nerves throughout your bedridden hours. The heaps of glances he casts on you every minute are enough to reveal his uneasiness about your condition.

However, if there are very crucial matters he needs to personally manage immediately and, unfortunately, can’t be granted approval for work from home, he finishes his work as early and quickly as he can or goes back and forth between RAD and the House of Lamentation to check on you and make sure you are eating and take your medications at the right time.

Once you feel better, he teaches all the lessons while assisting you with the assignments and activities you’ve missed. He takes additional precautions to ensure you’ll not get sick again by closely monitoring your daily habits, food intake, and health condition. It may sound annoying and constant nagging, but taking extra care of your body and health is the top priority.

He can give succor and handle most of your concerns and worries. When someone wrongs or attempts to hurt you, if it requires immediate action or you want him to lift a finger, they’ll be dealt with straight away and make sure they’ll never trouble you again, though it’s a mystery whether they’re still alive…

When you feel overwhelmed and stressed, he does his utmost to reduce the task and burden placed on you, which he usually does without your knowledge. After those long days, he’ll take you on a date or short vacation (with or without his brothers) to unwind.

When you feel distressed and down in the dumps, he instantly drops whatever he’s doing, regardless of how swamped he is with work, to let you vent on him, listen to you (plus offer advice if you ask for it), and takes you into his arms while giving you slow and soft kisses or caressing your back to soothe and reassure you that you always have him and everything will be okay before long.

When you experience insomnia, he plays the musical pieces he composes for and about you on the piano. This demon has several irons in the fire, so there’s no doubt it’s surprising he has the time to spare—but little do you know, he only spends a short time composing the majority of them because, for some reason, everything easily falls into place just by thinking about you. His works are brimming with emotions, much of which focus on his deep affection, admiration, and devotion toward you.

He makes time for you. Despite having a lot on his plate, it’ll not become a serious issue because he consistently makes a special effort to be around you and involved in your every day, no matter how exhausted he is. On some days, you can see him pushing himself too hard that you’re the one who ends up canceling your plans and dates to force him to rest because he’ll never will.

He’s honest with you and won’t hide anything from you unless necessary and has a good reason for it. Even though you’re not asking or prying, he informs you about every demon, incubus, witch, or other species he meets and has a business with. Many take pleasure in spreading rumors and gossip about him, so he tells you about them to prevent misunderstandings.

His love languages are physical touch and quality time. His favorite time of the day is when he finally gets the opportunity and leisure to stick to you like glue. This demon can’t keep his hands to himself but will never verbally admit how touch-starved he is every day (unless he imbibes demonus). He always wants you to be physically close to him and enter your physical spaces. He loves how it feels to hold and be held by you. He longs for your presence and to simply spends meaningful time together.

Dating Lucifer makes others hold you in even higher regard and esteem. This is the avatar of pride we’re talking about, who’s immaculate and excellent in almost all aspects. Naturally, their respect for him is significantly extended to you. However, it’s also inevitable for many to feel envious and resentful of you, gaining numerous rivals and haters who are wishing and waiting for your breakup. Still, it’s best to feel and embrace that great pride for having him, just as much as he does for being with you as well.

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[mysouleaten]

Hello hello I’m new to your blog and if you’re still writing for Tokyo revengers could you possibly do a baji x reader where the reader suffers from chronic heart burn and acid reflux? I know this is an odd request so feel free to discard if you’re uncomfortable! Thanks

k. baji x gn!reader

summary ... after having a nice dinner with baji and his mother, you start feeling unwell.... BUT baji is there to help!

warnings ... soft baji, fluff, baji comforting you, like one curse word from baji, established relationship, husband bajiiiiii

a.n ... hello! thank you for requesting! I just wanted to let you know i did a little research and tried my best to write your request! i hope this is what you were looking for :)

heartburn meaning - If you feel uncomfortable in the middle of your chest every time you finish a meal, you may have chronic heartburn. This is when the acid from your stomach leaks up into the tender tissue of your esophagus (food pipe), causing pain and burning

acid reflux meaning - is the backward flow of stomach acid into the tube that connects your throat to your stomach, called the esophagus. During an episode of acid reflux, you might feel a burning sensation in your chest, commonly called heartburn.

it was a nice night, baji's mother had invited you and baji to stay over for dinner before you two left back to your apartment

and you two did just [ baji complained about staying longer but his mother had a defensive argument to over-rule his complaining]

after the nice dinner with his mother, the two of you left back to your home, getting ready for a good night's sleep

baji left shortly to shower after you came out, kissing the crown of your head and another to your lips before disappearing into the bathroom

sitting on the edge of the bed, you were putting moisturizer on your legs and arms before a slow painful feeling started to erupt in your chest and a sour taste started to climb up your throat sitting on your tongue

scrunching up your face putting a hand on your chest and lightly pressing on the burning feeling that has started to worsen

letting your head drop and tightly closing your eyes still keeping the hand on your burning chest, you gave out little coughs that worsened the sour taste in your mouth

"baby? are you ok?" baji asked softly while standing over you, drying his wet hair with his towel

"chest.. hurts" getting into a coughing fit right after answering him

"ah fuck, ok, i'll be right back!" baji's eyes widen at your coughing fit, he quickly leaves the room, leaving you to try to ease the headache that was forming

but after a quick moment, baji returns with a cup of water and some antacids

the bed dips next to you from baji's weight, he leans slightly over to you and softly asks you: "do you think you can take a sip of some water? after I can give you the antacids"

you haven't answered him straight away, but he didn't mind, he just the antacids on his lap before moving his hand up and down your back to give you some comfort

after a while, you looked up and then over at baji and nodded at what he had said earlier to you

he gave you a wide grin showing off his little fangs with joy

he gave you the cup with the cool water and you slowly took little sips from it, feeling somewhat better, the sour taste in your mouth wasn't as bad as before, not completely gone but manageable

"feeling better? ready to take the tablets?" baji keeps smiling at you

you nod again and he gives you one tablet for you and you thank him quietly before chewing on the tablet and swallowing it taking another couple of sips of water after

"alright, ima put these away-" he holds up the antacids "-on the side table, on your side obviously" he rolls his eyes at your squinting eyes

"and..the water?" you croak out

"ima get you a water bottle instead and then we can safely sleep without you vomiting alllll over me" he grins before quickly skitting away from your weak protests and assault

laying in bed with a sleeping baji who wrapped you up in his arms and lightly pressed to his chest

how are you supposed to avoid vomiting on him if he keeps you so close to him without a will to let go?

you roll your eyes playfully and snuggle up to his chest, thankfully the burning has lessened over time and now you can sleep peacefully in your lover's arms

my first request done! :D soft baji for his lover is all I know

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Just Joking? Jiseok Ending

Kwak Jiseok

Summary: It’s been days since the hangout, but Jiseok sees that you’re still acting off. It greatly concerns him. (non-idol au)

WC:~2.2k

Warning:none

Read first part here

photo not mine credits to owner.

Jiseok texted you the day after the hangout to see how you were doing, but you didn’t respond to him. He didn’t pay much mind to it, figuring that you were probably still not feeling well and would get back to him when you were feeling better. 

It was two days later when Jiseok finally heard back from you. He didn’t realize how worried about you he really was until he felt a wave of relief wash over him when he saw your text message appear on his phone. “I’m ok” your message read. Jiseok felt like something was off. Your text was normal, but that’s what made it weird. Usually the text exchanged between Jiseok and you were more animated. Pertaining emojis, typed out faces, caps lock (with and without reason), too many exclamation marks and so on. Your most recent text seems so dull, sad even when compared to the other text before it. It gave Jiseok no reassurance that you were actually doing ok. In fact it made him believe the opposite. You must still be unwell. 

Jiseok sends you a text asking if he could come over, saying that he would bring you your favorite snacks. 

Back in your bedroom you sat crisscross on your bed, looking at Jiseok’s text. A slight smile tugged at your lips as more of his text popped up one by one. “You know you want me too!!!” “You disappeared and made me miss you 😔” “ I’m coming whether you want me to or not ❗”

Your fingers started tapping on your phone’s keyboard. “Hurry up! I want my snacks!!” You sent. 

A bright smile appeared on Jiseok’s face when he received your text. It was much more like you and actually gave Jiseok some reassurance that you were ok. Jiseok went to his cabinets and grabbed some of your favorite snacks that he keeps on hand. If ever asked about why he keeps your favorite snacks in his cabinets he states that your favorite snacks are also his favorite snacks, so there is nothing weird about them being in his cabinets. They may hold true to most of the snacks, but there is this one snack that Jiseok doesn’t particularly care for, however he knows that you like it. So yes he grabs it occasionally when he sees it and keeps it for whenever you come over or he brings snacks to you. 

Jiseok indeed did hurry over to your place cause a mere ten minutes after you told him to hurry over he was at your apartment. The light rapid knocking on your door altered you to his arrival. You made your way to your front door and opened it, revealing a happy Jiseok, holding up the promised snacks. You smiled at him and stepped aside allowing him in. Jiseok took a big step into your apartment. He’s quick to make himself comfortable as he splays the snacks out across the coffee table you have sitting in the middle of your living room. You followed behind him, taking a seat on the floor right in front of the table. 

“You must have been pretty sick? You disappeared for days,” Jiseok states. You felt slightly awkward. Not really knowing what to say. 

“Uhh yeah,” you chuckled. Jiseok immediately picked up on your shift in behavior. 

“Why are you acting off again?” His lips pouted. “Did something serious happen?” Jiseok’s eyes filled with concern. His eyes scanned over your face to try and read how you were feeling.

“Nothing exactly happened. I just…nevermind,” you dismissed, leaning forward to grab some snacks.

“No, tell me. I don’t like seeing you like this,” Jiseok says. You shook your head, not wanting to talk about it. Jiseok feels a bit frustrated that you won’t talk to him, but he’s not going to force you to talk when you don’t want to. “Ok, but you can always talk to me. You know that right?” he checks. 

“I know, thank you,” you tell him. You and Jiseok tended to have a bit more of a playful type of friendship, but when things got serious you were always there for eachother too. 

“The aquarium’s new exhibit opens up on Saturday,” Jiseok changed the topic. 

“It does? I forgot all about that,” you say. With your whole crisis about realizing that you had romantic feelings for Jooyeon you had completely forgotten about the new exhibit. 

“Yeah it does. Do you still want to go together?” Jiseok asks. 

“Of course I still want to go.” You playfully nudged Jiseok with your elbow. 

“Ok, it’s a date. I’ll pick you up and we can go together,” Jiseok tells you. It’s a date, these have been harmlessly thrown about between the two of you. However you find that hearing them this time feels a little different. It reminds you of all the times you said those words to Jooyeon or vice versa. Jiseok’s cool hand pressing against your forehead snaps you from your thoughts. “Seriously, what is wrong with you? You’re spacing like you did at the hangout.” He looks over you trying to find any hint of illness. You remove his hand from your forehead. 

“I’m fine, Jiseok. I’ve just been feeling tired lately.” 

“Then stop feeling tired, you're worrying me.” Jiseok took a hold of your shoulders and shook you lightly. His actions make you laugh. 

“Stop worrying. I’m ok really,” you grabbed onto his elbows, making him stop shaking you. 

“I’ll stop worrying when you tell me what’s wrong or start acting like your normal self,” Jiseok states. 

“Who knew you’d be so caring?” you remarked sarcastically. 

“I care about you the most.” Jiseok pulls you towards him, wrapping his arm around your shoulders, but then it slides around your neck, putting you in a loose headlock. “Sneak attack!” he shouts and begins to attack your side with tickles using his free hand. 

“Ah! Stop! Stop! Stop!” you heaved out between laughs. You repeatedly tried to smack his hand away. Jiseok’s hand stops attacking your sides. He feels a bit reluctant to let you go though. You’re the one who ends up pulling away. Jiseok stayed over at your place a little while longer before leaving. You find that you felt better after your visit with Jiseok and you looked forward to going to the aquarium with him on Saturday. 

Saturday rolled around and you excitedly got ready. It felt refreshing. It was probably the first time in a week that you felt good. You weren’t thinking about what you were supposed to do with your feelings for Jooyeon. Instead you were looking forward to Jiseok’s arrival and spending the next while at the aquarium. You were double checking your outfit in the mirror when you heard the familiar knock on your door. You left your bedroom and headed to your front door. 

“You look nice,” Jiseok complimented you. 

“Thanks, you too,” you returned. 

“Shall we?” He playfully bent his elbow for you to link yours with. 

“We shall,” you just as playfully linked your elbow with his. The two of you walked out of your apartment, keeping your elbows linked. 

When you arrived at the aquarium your elbows were still linked together. Honestly, you don’t know how they haven’t separated yet, but you somehow found a sense of comfort in them being linked. You liked knowing that Jiseok was right by your side. Jiseok liked having you right by his side. He looks at you beside him, rather than the fish swimming about behind the thick glass.​​ The way the light streaming out of the glass lit up your features in the dimly lit room. 

“Jiseok look! They’ve gotten more sea turtles since the last time we were here,” you pointed out excitedly. Jiseok feels his heart skip a beat. He doesn’t look at the sea turtles, only you. You looked so happy. Jiseok wanted to keep making you happy. He knew something was bothering you lately. As much as he wishes he knew what it was he wishes more that he could keep you happy like this. You pulled Jiseok along with you into the next room. A more well lit room and as Jiseok keeps staring at you he realizes, he’s seeing you in a new light. He said that this was a date as a joke, but now it’s not a joke. He really wants this to be a date with you.

“Jiseok,” you called him, finally noticing his staring. 

“Yeah?” he broke out of his fixated gaze. 

“Why are you staring at me like that?” you questioned. 

“I want this to be an actual date,” he admitted. You take a step back in shock. Resulting in your elbows finally unlinking

“What?” you say. 

“I called this a date as a joke, but I want this real one,” he stated. 

“Jiseok, don’t joke around like this. I really don’t like joking about dates or whatnot right now,” you said. 

“I’m not joking y/n,” he firmly tells you. He is also intrigued by your last sentence. You used to joke about going on dates with Jooyeon all the time, so don’t you like jokes about going on dates now?

“So what? You just realized that you like me all of the sudden?”

“Yes, I just realized that I like you,” he says confidently with a nod of his head. 

“How can you say it so easily? I realized that I liked Jooyeon and have been having a crisis over it for like a week now.” You let your feelings for Jooyeon slip. 

“That��s what got you acting off?” he questioned, not really paying attention to the fact that he told you he liked you and you told him that you liked someone else. 

“I- I… just feel really stupid about it,” you revealed. “Like I liked him the entire time. I was never just joking. How could I not know how I felt?” 

“I just realized that I liked you. It doesn’t make me stupid and it doesn’t make you stupid either. Feelings are weird like that. I guess the main thing would be, are you going to tell Jooyeon how you feel or not?” Jiseok put to question. You didn’t like his question. 

“I don’t know,” you told him honestly. 

“Do you want to?” he rephrased the question. 

“I’d feel weird doing it now when he’s with her,” you tell him. 

“Then don’t tell him right now, or ever,” Jiseok laughed lightly, causing you to give him a weird look. 

“I just told you that I like you. I don’t necessarily want you confessing to someone else,” he explained. It didn’t even really set in until Jiseok said that he confessed to you. You had to take a moment to think about how that made you feel. You never thought about Jiseok like that before. Granted you didn’t think you thought that way about Jooyeon either, not until previously. 

“You like me,” you said as if you were testing it out. Jiseok laughs. 

“Yes, I thought we established that already,” he joked. 

“Why?” you questioned. Again Jiseok laughs. 

“I’m not sure. I just know that I want the one who makes you happy and be someone who you can rely on,” he tells you sincerely. You find that you don’t mind looking at Jiseok in a different light. 

“You already make me happy,” you tell him, taking a step closer.

“Then can this really be a date?” Jiseok questioned with hopeful eyes. He reaches his hand out. 

“My feelings for Jooyeon are still a mess right now, so I think I still need some time, but going on a date later with you sounds nice too.” You take his hand. 

“I wait then.” He squeezed your hand reassuringly. 

Jiseok and you were heading back to your apartment. You didn’t see that a piece of pavement was slightly raised causing you to trip on it. You let out a small yelp and held onto Jiseok’s arm to balance yourself. 

“See you’re falling for me already,” Jiseok remarked as made sure you were ok. His joke makes you laugh, lightly hitting his arm. Jiseok then relinks your arms together “to make sure you don’t fall again”. In reality he just likes the feeling of you right next to him, but you don’t say anything because you like the feeling of being next to him too. 

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“Wait a minute. When did this happen?” Gunil gestures to you and Jiseok all cuddled up on the couch. 

“A couple months back when y/n and I went to the aquarium I realized I liked them, so I told them,” Jiseok told. 

“And you just realized you liked him back?” Gunil said. 

“No, I made him wait a while then I agreed to date him,” you said. Your words didn’t make Gunil feel any less confused. 

“We’re in love. You don’t need to understand. Let us be.” Jiseok shoed Gunil off. You can hear Gunil muttering to the others about how the heck did you and Jiseok end up together. It didn’t really matter how you two ended up together. What mattered was that you and Jiseok couldn’t be happier and never want to be with anyone else. 

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[ofstarsandvibranium]

Unexpectedly Yours: Part 5

Fandom: Ted Lasso (Regency AU)

Pairing: Roy Kent x F!Reader

Summary: Lord Roy Kent still has yet to marry. He hates the notion that marriage is a way to ensure your status in society. You have delayed your debut to society for years because of the same idea. So what happens when two people who hate the idea of marriage are constantly drawn to each other?

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4

You didn't want to speak to anyone the next morning after the dinner. You didn't want to see anyone. You were annoyed and slightly embarrassed with how you behaved last night.

You decided you'd stay in your room for the entire day. Cece had tried to get you to come out and play with her but you expressed that you weren't feeling well. Did you feel bad for lying to your cousin? Yes, but you really just needed to wallow in your room by yourself.

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"Lady Clara is here to see you, Miss." Jane announces as she peeks her head into your room.

You sigh, "Did you tell her that I'm feeling unwell?"

"Yes and she's very insistent that she sees you."

You groan as you sit up in your bed, "You may send her up, I guess."

Minutes go by and the door opens. Clara walks in, "Good day, Y/N."

You give a stiff nod, "Clara."

She clears her throat, "I came by to apologize. I never meant to make you feel uncomfortable last night. It was never my intention. My brother has always told me how stubborn I can be. I just-I love him so much. He deserves to be happy. However, I understand that while you and my brother are amicable that doesn't mean you are to be with each other. I apologize greatly for practically forcing you to be together. I am ashamed to say that I'm no better than the rest of society," her head hands low in shame.

"I accept your apology, Clara. Thank you. I admire your love and concern for your brother. He's...a good man. He does deserve love in his life. I'm-I'm just not sure that's me."

Clara nods in understanding, "Yes, well, I'll leave you to rest. I hope you feel better soon," she gives a bow and sees herself out.

As soon as the door closes, you groan and fall back against your pillows.

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Roy watches as Cece and Phoebe run around the garden. He's glad that his niece found a friend after moving here. Things haven't been easy for the young girl, and Roy's always done his best to make sure she lives a loving and happy life.

He hears his sister before he sees her. She's walking down the path that leads to where he's sitting, a bench underneath a tree on the property.

"Where did you go off to?" he asks, eyes still on the young girls playing.

"I went to apologize to Y/N," Roy grunts and Clara continues, "I won't meddle anymore. I'm sorry that I've made things uncomfortable for you both."

He nods to his sister, "Thank you. She-She already feels so much pressure on her from her mother, society, she doesn't need more."

"I know, but, Roy...please be honest with me, do you care for her?"

Roy's jaw clenches and he looks away from Clara. He sighs, "I do, but, again, it's complicated. She's so...aggravating, smart mouthed, opinionated. But she's also sweet, she cares deeply for her friends and family. I can't help but be drawn to her."

Clara softly smiles at her brother, she places a hand on his shoulder, "I know I said I won't meddle, but that doesn't mean you shouldn't try to win her affections. I do think there may be something promising between you two and I don't mean in a business transaction way."

"Clara?"

"Hm?"

"Did you love Andrew?" Clara sits and thinks about her husband, who's passed, "I wouldn't say love, but I cared for him as a friend. He was definitely the best out of the other men that have asked to court me. He was kind, understanding. He's also the reason I have Phoebe. I may not have loved him in a romantic way, but I do hold him dear."

"Do you think you could've fallen in love with him over time?"

She shrugs, "Maybe."

Clara and Roy both look on to Cece and Phoebe who are rolling in the grass. Their laughter echoing throughout the property.

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In the late afternoon, you eventually grew tired of your self-isolation. So you called upon Keeley and Jamie to join you for tea.

In the sitting room, the three of you are lounging, sipping from your cups.

"I feel like I haven't seen you in forever," Keeley states as she takes a bite from a biscuit.

"It's been a few days, Keels," Jamie says with a snort.

She waves him off, "Too long. Tell me, what have you been up to?"

You sigh, setting your cup down, "My family and I had dinner with the Kents last night."

"Oh! I heard about that!" you look at her with a cocked brow, "Your mother told mine. Honestly, I'm a little upset you didn't tell me!"

"How was it? Was Lord Grumps his usual grumpy self?" Jamie asks with a smirk.

"We hardly interacted. He seemed quite miserable actually. Then his niece asked when Roy and I would get married." Keeley and Jamie give you a questioning look and you respond, "Because we played princess and dragons with them. They were the dragons, I was the princess, and Roy was the knight who saved me. The princess and the knight always get married in the stories they've read. Anyway, I told her that what we did was make believe and she got upset. She ran upstairs. Roy followed. Clara and my father made a comment that Roy and I should be together and I-I just got so annoyed and upset. I left the dinner."

"Y/N, why are you so against you and Lord Kent being together?" Jamie asks, genuinely.

"I-He-We're just so different. He's so uptight and grumpy all the time! He's probably only smiled five times in his life! Besides, Jamie, isn't he always rude to you?"

"He's rude to everyone, ain't he?" Jamie responds with a shrug.

You point to him, "That's another thing. He's rude!"

Keeley's interjects, "I think that's just him trying to protect himself from anyone getting too close and potentially hurting him." You and Jamie look at her confused, "What? It makes sense! I heard he was previously engaged to this woman name Georgina Afton. They were super in love, at least it seemed that way. Then Georgina caught the eye of a duke and she broke off the engagement. People say Roy was completely heartbroken."

"So...he's just scared of getting hurt?" you ask in clarification.

"Probably."

"Yeah, I suppose that makes sense," Jamie says, "Wow, love. You never seize to amaze me," he says looking at Keeley like she hung up all the stars in the sky.

"Aw, thanks, love!" she leans in and pecks his lips.

The sight makes you smile. You always hoped to find a love like theirs. It was rocky at first, but Keeley and Jamie...they just make sense to you. They fit each other well and you dream of finding someone who fits you.

Is that someone Roy Kent? You're still not sure.

He frustrates you and makes you doubt yourself sometimes, but he also challenges you. He's caring and adores his family. He's quick witted and snarky, but also funny.

Hmmm...you really had to think about this.

Besides, there were other men that could potentially catch your eye. Maybe...maybe you should start taking finding a suitor more seriously...

#roy kent x reader #roy kent imagine #regency au #ted lasso au #roy kent au

[crisiscutie]

Sephiroth using his tentacles to bind his darling and having them penetrate her nipples?

OG/Jenova!Sephy prompt time? Yes! HoS episode.

Content Warning: NSFW. Dubcon. Tentacles. Voice Kink. Milk Kink. Deepthroating. Cumflation. Nipple Penetration. Breast Play/Breast Expansion. Fisting. And some other kinks at play. This Sephy is his own warning, okay? Long headcanons below.

You sought him out, the leader Sephiroth. You've been feeling unwell.

You constantly felt as if you were being wrapped in a cocoon. You knew it was Jenova's energy surrounding you.

You felt so overwhelmed. All you want is to recall your memories and break the amnesia. Maybe she can have you then...

This Sephiroth always seems to do wonders when making you feel relaxed and better.

You used your free time to feel out for him, following the clues he may have left behind.

He wasn't in his quarters, so you followed the sound of murmured voices down to the basement.

There he was, rambling incoherently in front of his true, mangled body in the crystal.

You stifled your sobs upon seeing his true body. You were going to wait until he finished his rant, but this may be too much to bear...

Suddenly, his broad, muscular chest was in your view, his firm hand gripping your delicate wrist.

A warm, twisted smile appeared on his face.

"Heh... what do you have to be sad about?" He cooed, cupping your cheek with his gloved hand.

You nuzzled your cheek into his hand. Even if this Sephiroth is using a Jenova meat puppet, you still love his touch. You wonder how better his actual touch is.

As he tilted his head at you, his warm smile became a sly smirk, and his eyes narrowed.

"Hmph, still doing that. Just like back in the crater..."

You looked up at him with wide, innocent eyes. You don't know what he meant by that.

What crater? As far as you could tell, there were no craters in the house or its surroundings.

His mako slit eyes then shone with a radiance that seemed to draw you in and wrap you in a spell.

Familiar pink-red tentacles had a distinct, sweet scent as they slithered around you, caressing your body before lifting you up into a supine position a few feet off the ground.

You moaned in relaxation as you felt a warm, veiny tentacle caress the small of your back.

Two skinny tentacles drifted upwards to gently stroke your breasts, eliciting a shiver of delight from you. They teased your nipples, trying to secrete your milk.

"Sephiroth, is now the time..."

You choked on your next words as you felt other tentacles prying your folds open, exposing your gushing, quivering wetness to Sephiroth.

A mini sucker tentacle singled out your clit, giving it a brief, teasing suck and then flicking it at Sephiroth.

The skinny tentacles on your tits became more aggressive.

They're squeezing your tits tightly as they coiled around them and tugged them.

"I don't have any... m-milk. The other Sephiroth drained me..." You murmured in pain, as the tentacles continued their ruthless assault.

"That's too bad." His stoic words hid his irritation and disappointment.

"You will have much more to spare after this, my love," his velvety, husky voice had a sudden, seductive edge to it.

His voice vibrated in your ears, causing a surge of heat that made your clit fully stand up.

The mini sucker tentacle that had been toying with your clit suddenly latched onto it with an intense force. You yelped in response.

You got slight relief when the tentacles abusing your poor tits halted their assault.

But that relief was quickly replaced with unease when you observed two larger tentacles lining up, hovering above you. They're wriggling with anticipation.

They're cock tentacles, accentuated with pleasure bumps. Clearly meant to penetrate your holes. What is he trying to do?

No, No, NO he can't possibly think...

Your unease became terror as the cock tentacles struck, just stopping when they managed to make your nipples bulge slightly.

The tentacles weren't in your tits, yet. Your eyes widened, seeing how your nipples became more distended as the cock tentacles slowly forced themselves in.

You pleaded with Sephiroth to end this, your words ridden with terror and desperation. Your nipples are NOT meant to be penetrated. This is too much, even for your durable body.

Your desperate pleas went unheard. He was in a trance, his gaze on you. He raised a hand to your cunt.

"Your eyes. Mother..."

With that, he plunged his hand into the depths of your moistness, synchronized with the tentacles that fully forced their way into your nipples.

Your tits became distended as the frenzied tentacles fucked them.

You drooled, gritting your teeth. You can't see it, but can feel the outline of the cock tentacles and their pleasure bumps within your tits.

The full length of the tentacles wasn't inside your tits. Not even at half length. Yet, your tits are already so full.

That's not even mentioning your stomach bulge. Courtesy of Sephiroth languidly fisting you, rambling about your eyes and Jenova.

The thickest cock tentacle yet moved closer to your wide-open mouth, its girth and weight pressing down on your lips.

It lacked any pleasure bumps, but it had a pronounced vein pattern and a flared tip.

It plunged itself into your mouth, making your head jerk back as it stretched every corner of your lips. And this is the cock head, not even the rest of the tentacle.

It eventually stuffed your tight throat, continuing its brutal thrusts. Your tongue could feel every vein of the threatening tentacle.

You don't know how you are enduring this. With your tits being brutalized, the bulge in your throat from the cock tentacle fucking it and Sephiroth's hand prodding your cervix, there has to be a limit, right?

Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as your climax approaches. Sephiroth's dark chuckles fill your ears when your walls tightened around his hand.

Your body would've gone limp if it hadn't for the lesser tentacles holding you up.

Your muffled scream was loud, even with the tentacle stuffed in your throat when you reached your climax.

Sephiroth withdrew his hand from your wet depths, briefly licking your juices off it.

The three cock tentacles came inside you, their corrupted fluid filling your tits and belly.

The tentacles in your breasts withdrew themselves gently, your nipples giving their exit no trouble.

Unlike the cock tentacle in your throat, who roughly jerked your head back and forth to get itself out. Your involuntary throat muscles were resilient in keeping it.

The tentacle's veins bulged as it used its mighty strength to finally withdraw itself from your throat and mouth, and your abused and exhausted body was shifted to sit in Sephiroth's lap.

He placed a soft, affectionate kiss on your neck while his gloved hand massaged your swollen belly, it making you appear as if you were heavily pregnant.

"I must make sure my darling is well-fed..."

His other hand slithered up to your breasts, now heavier and fuller than before.

"You should have a significant increase in your milk production now," He whispered.

He teased your nipples. They are not gaping as they quickly bounced back from the brutal penetration.

Sephiroth noted the growth of your areola, and how your nipples become larger.

The holes of your nipples are somewhat larger now too, inviting for a nice suckling or any type of penetration.

He forced two of his large fingers into a now fuckable nipple, smiling at how the hole quickly adjusted to his fingers.

You giggled, feeling rushes of delight and joy as he continued to tug at your remodeled pleasure centers.

You forgot who's supposed to be the next Sephiroth to have you. You hoped it wasn't the youngest one.

...Because C.C might be over-enjoyed at the darling's upgraded attributes. Thanks for the prompt!

#sephiroth #ff7 sephiroth #final fantasy 7 #sephiroth x reader #final fantasy x reader #yandere sephiroth x reader #yandere sephiroth #ff7 #crisis cutie #tentacles x reader #jenova #tw: tentacles #tw: noncon #tw: dubcon #yandere x darling #yandere x reader #yandere final fantasy #yandere #male yandere #house of sephiroth au #tw: monster fucking #monster x you #monster x reader #c.c rambles

[fatuismooches]

Helloooo

People here discussed possibility of Dottore having sweet tooth, but what about Sandrone

I honestly feel like that for her, as busy as she is, tea breaks are a holy time. As her lover, you also have to be there, no matter what you were doing, so she'll sens her automatons to get you to her. Sandrone doesn't let anyone interrupt her tea break, unless there's an order from Pierro or the Tsaritsa herself. If anyone tries to, she'll not so gently throw them outside with help from her robots.

Now, about her liking sweets. You get carried to her lab, a few minutes after she made you two a tea and tells you: "You took too long. I've already finished my 3rd desert" (Like Lynette in Lyney's SQ). You look at table and she actually already ate 3 separate deserts and got herself a 4th one, not to mention that automaton who bought an entire cake here??-- You probably feel sick from a few slices, meanwhile Sandrone can eat all of this, without feeling even slightly unwell, then drink a lot of tea, say "How delightful" with a slight smile and go back to work as if it was nothing. Even to this day you wonder how she does that

-🥀

Sandrone definitely has an unhealthy addiction to tea but no one would dare question her on it. Only you of course, but she always waves you off so you decided to give up. Somehow her body is fine with all the tea she inhales. Initially, Sandrone preferred to spend her tea parties alone or in the company of her Automatons, however, after falling in love with you, she requires you to be there as well. As much as she likes the silence of her tea breaks, she finds that idle chatter with you during them is also as enjoyable. She will also secretly love you more if you personally blend her tea or find new mixes for her.

Ahh it would be so funny and cute... you would be in the middle of actually doing something important but then a big Automaton picks you on and drops you on its large hand... too bad, Sandrone's request for your presence is far more important! She would look at you strangely at how you clocked out at only a few slices, but then shrug her shoulders since that's more sweets for her. Much of the tea party is spent looking at her indulgence while you awkwardly tell your stories. An Automaton may feed her too if she's feeling lazy.

(If she herself is a robot then that would explain her tolerance for so many tea and sweets...)

#smooches talks #🥀 anon #sandrone love notes <3 #can we just pretend this happened just now... #anyway... sandrone my beloved. i miss her a lot #ik she and dottore are secretly besties bye #i relate to her bc i also love tea i drink it everyday #lynette is so iconic... i love her for that line

[idyllic-affections]

migraine comfort ft. kaveh & baizhu

summary. how do kaveh and baizhu comfort a friend with migraines?

trigger & content warnings. depictions of headaches, migraines, and general imagery of being in pain, as well as descriptions of medication and brief mentions of pills.

tropes, pairings, fic length, & other notes. fluff, comfort. kaveh & reader, baizhu & reader. 0.5k words. no pronouns for reader.

author's thoughts. i have a headache like at least once every other day and every now and then i am cursed with a skull-splitting migraine that makes me irrationally angry because i'm sensitive to absolutely everything and am in pain. it is not a fun experience! so i wrote this with my two beloveds.... also slightly inspired by june's kaveh x disabled/chronically ill reader fic <3 also another filler post! my requests have been considerably long recently. there's nothing wrong with that! i adore long requests! it just means they'll take a bit longer to come out because you guys give me really good, detailed material to work with 💕

kaveh, who frantically does what he can to ease your pain and baizhu, who's much more calm and articulate in his treatment of your pain.

kaveh genuinely, wholeheartedly hates seeing you in pain. it makes him feel so unbelievably helpless, knowing that he can only really do so much to make you more comfortable, but he's not really thinking much about himself in the moments that you're feeling bad. he may be feeling a little helpless, but he can't imagine how you must feel. frustrated, he'd guess, considering how your head seems to hurt more often than not. he can only imagine how irritating it must be. he's immediately got all the curtains shut tight and all the lights dimmed if you happen to be sensitive to the brightness and he WILL make it so that there is as little loud noise as possible if you're sensitive to that. absolutely no-one is allowed to be loud in your general vicinity when you're feeling unwell. he will gladly tell just about anyone off in your defense. if you find yourself completely incapacitated by your pain, he will get your meds for you. also your meals; he would be glad to prepare them for you. anything you need. water? he's on it, just stay there. also maybe this is just me, but i seriously sometimes just want a hug when my head hurts. kaveh would totally give you all the hugs you want. i just know that being in his arms would be so warm and comforting.

baizhu also hates seeing you in such pain, but he does understand on a more personal level than kaveh. he knows what it's like; he himself is more often in pain than not, so he has the capacity to be not just sympathetic but also empathetic to your situation. he'll hand-craft medication specifically for you and your needs based on your individual symptoms, taking into account any allergies you might have and also considering if you would prefer liquid, pills, or another form of meds entirely <3 he does his best to accommodate for your personal preferences. everything he does for you is very gentle and careful. also if you're irritable, he gets it. you're in pain. you have every right to be angry, to be quite honest. like kaveh, he'll totally do whatever he can to minimize uncomfortable sensory input. it's too bright? don't worry, he'll close the blinds and curtains for you. someone's being a little too loud and it's making your head hurt more? no, no, stay put. he'll handle it. overall i think he's very doting, but in a more professional way than kaveh is! he dotes on you and you can just tell that he's a doctor because of the way he so skillfully monitors your symptoms. he uses his expertise to make it so that you experience as little pain and discomfort as possible. he'll also give you general advice on how to manage migraines in the future, especially for a situation where he happens to be unavailable for any reason—sometimes he might be unable to help because of his own bodily condition. nonetheless, he does what he can.

overall, both kaveh and baizhu are very lovely and doting and will do everything they can to help you out <3

please consider reblogging, it helps me out quite a lot!

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[nickfowlerrr]

pretty when you cry - chapter three

series masterlist / chapter four

*originally posted to @bellareadsandrecs on 02/16/22*

pairing: dark!biker!bucky x curvy!reader (dark!soulmate au)

warnings: Dead Dove: Do Not Eat. dubcon/noncon touching. mention of rape. bucky being kind of a dick - but what’s new. if i’m missing anything please let me know!! 18+ ONLY.

words: 2.4k

notes: this was going to be longer but i decided the next part would flow better into chapter four. hopefully this will hold you over until i post that this weekend lol. again, i always do my best to tag appropriately, but if you find i’m missing anything, please do not hesitate to let me know! as usual, feedback is always appreciated 💘

This is a DARK series!!! Please proceed with abundant caution.

You spent all of Monday in the same bed you fell asleep in; only getting up to use the restroom or to get water as you mindlessly watched your comfort show on repeat. Eva had called you earlier that morning but you didn’t trust yourself enough to answer without immediately crumbling to her. You opted to text her that you think you may have caught something and that you were really unwell. Which wasn’t all a total lie. You did feel extremely sick. You told her that you didn’t want to give her anything and that she shouldn’t come by - you knew she’d rush right over if you didn’t come up with some kind of excuse. Tuesday came quicker than you realized and you decided to call out of your shift at the diner. You didn’t want to be around anyone right now, especially at a place where you could run into Bucky again.

The real problem you were having was emotionally trying to process the events of Sunday evening.

You were hurt and had the bruises to prove it. You felt used because you were used. But you couldn’t wrap your head around the way he touched you and kissed you so gently. It was a stark contrast to the words he spoke to you. And the humiliating way he left you.

There was an underlying motive to his actions, you were sure of that. You just weren’t sure what it was. If you were being honest, you really didn’t want to think about it. Didn’t want to think about his soft caresses or the feeling of him on you. Or the paralyzing fear you felt as you let him do as he pleased. Even more, you desperately didn’t want to think about the feelings you felt alongside the fear.

So you decided not to. It was over now anyway, so why prolong the experience mentally?

You spent Tuesday much the same as the previous day and when Wednesday came you had decided to get back to normal - as if nothing had even happened.

If you didn’t pay attention to it, it would just go away. Or at least that’s what you told yourself.

Back to your normal work schedule- you thought you’d be able to avoid the men as you had done before. Turns out those men had other plans.

Every time you went into work at the diner, they were there. It wasn’t always all of them, but always enough to make you uncomfortable. Luckily you hadn’t seen Bucky at all.

Two weeks passed and the following Friday, your routine was yet again interrupted. As you were bussing a table, you felt the gaze of a young man, about your age, on your back. You turned to face him with a raised eyebrow and were slightly surprised to see him quickly look away embarrassed by being caught after locking eyes with you.

You didn’t think much of it. Aside from the fact that you hadn’t seen him around before and he was kinda cute - he was also joined at his booth by some of the guys you recognized from the bar.

You didn’t have the patience or care to keep pretending that you didn’t notice his eyes on you for the past twenty minutes, following you as you walked back and forth from the kitchen to the dining area serving your customers. The other guys he had been with had finished their food and left fifteen minutes ago but this guy, he just stayed.

With no regard for any unforeseen consequences and completely unphased by the fact that he was most likely another biker, you walked up to his booth and had to stifle a scoff as you watched him quickly divert his eyes and look around, pretending that he hadn’t been staring and that he didn’t see you stalking right up to him. You knew you looked pissed, it was clear as day on your face. You weren’t scared. In fact, you hadn’t truly felt scared since getting back to work. What was the worst thing that could happen to you, really? Death? You highly doubted it. If there was anything you could consider remotely “good” about that night with Bucky, it was the ridiculous way you now felt near fearless around these guys. The most intense emotion was annoyance and while you still avoided them like the plague, it wasn’t out of fear of being humiliated or harmed. The worst had already happened and you’d been embarrassed enough that now you really didn’t think anything anyone could say to you would phase you.

You stopped right in front of the guy and stared him down, willing him to look up at you and make eye contact.

He slowly and unsurely glanced up at you and you watched him as he gulped and his adams apple bobbed up and down. He stared for a second, slightly parting his mouth like he was going to say something, but didn’t.

“Do you have a problem, sir?” you asked matter of factly.

“Prob- no, uh, no problem,” he stuttered as he blinked at you. “I’m sorry.” You didn’t respond, only lifted an eyebrow as you returned his stare.

“I know I’m staring, it’s just- you’re just- I, I’m sorry,” he said again. “My name’s Peter,” he offered weakly before putting his hand out for you to shake. You looked at it perplexed, was he being serious right now?

“Y/N,” you said skeptically before slowly reaching out to shake his hand.

“Pretty name for a pretty girl,” he smiled.

“Smooth,” you said before rolling your eyes and turning to walk back to your section.

“Wait, I’m sorry. That was really lame. I uh, I just moved here. Don’t really know many people yet. And you are, really pretty,” he said before standing up. He was taller than you, but most men around here were. It was like your town was attracting well built, handsome, ruthless, men. You weren’t sure this guy was ruthless, he certainly didn’t look it, but, “never judge a book by its cover’’ was a saying for a reason. And guilty until proven innocent was your new motto. So you weren’t going to give him the benefit of the doubt. You looked up to meet his eyes now that his eye level had changed from his seated position. You refused to let up on your harsh gaze. And to be honest, you loved the way it obviously made him a little squirrely.

“This is forward, but would you, would you maybe like to get dinner sometime? Or coffee or something else, casually, or not.” He asked trepidatiously. It was actually annoying you how adorable he was being. But you weren’t about to let your guard down completely.

“Dinner?” you asked.

“Yeah. Like a date. Or not, if you don’t want it to be. Like I said, just moved here, so a friend dinner would be nice, too, if you’d want,”

Damn. Those big brown puppy dog eyes were getting to you. Maybe he was a biker, or at the very least, affiliated with them, but maybe he wasn’t corrupted. Not yet at least, especially if he just moved here. You suddenly felt bad. Maybe he fell in with them recently, just trying to make friends. You could warn him, introduce him to your and Eva’s friends. Maybe keep him from going down that path. You felt your face soften and Peter took notice of it too as a small smile played on his lips.

“Okay. Okay, dinner,” you agreed, even surprising yourself. But feeling confident, more so than you’d ever felt before. His face lit up and he grinned even wider.

“Dinner,” he nodded. “Oh, can I get your number?” he asked.

You took out your pad of paper and wrote your number down for him. He took the small piece of paper and shoved it in his pocket. “Are you free on Saturday?”

“After 7, yeah.”

“Cool, well then, I’ll uh, I’ll text you and we’ll plan something for Saturday, then,” he said and you nodded in response. He opened his mouth to speak again, but the ringing of the bell on the entrance door stole both of your attention and when you turned to see who it was, assuming it to be just another random customer, your eyes went wide and your breathing quickened. You quickly turned back to face Peter and when you did, you saw his eyes wide as your own and he looked almost scared. You furrowed your brow in confusion but the sound of Bucky’s voice calling Peter’s name suddenly pulled it into perspective. He was obviously already in deep with these guys. Because of course he was.

“What the fuck are you still doing here? You have ten minutes to get to the clubhouse. And Steve isn’t a very patient man, especially not when it comes to prospects. Get your ass out of here, and hurry the fuck up,” he said gruffly as he approached the two of you.

The diner was nearly cleared out already, but the last two tables got up to leave right as Bucky walked in. As you felt him close behind you, you saw Peter’s mouth moving as he responded to Bucky, but you couldn’t hear anything over the pounding of your heart in your ears. You hated to admit it to yourself, but fear started coursing through your veins at the mere sight of him. You cursed yourself for it, but, realistically, you should have expected this response. The other bikers weren’t anything to you, they didn’t scare you anymore. But Bucky. Bucky was a different story. You started to try and calm yourself down, and that’s when you took account of what you truly were feeling at the moment. Fear, sure. But also, nervousness? Anticipation, but of what?

Something, something, “Saturday,” was all you heard before Peter was rushing out the doors. You suddenly felt hands on you and you immediately moved to walk to the back. There was only half an hour left in your shift, you were sure they’d be fine if you left early. You don’t know why you thought he’d just let you walk away, but you had to try. His hands held tighter on your waist as he pulled you back, further into him than you were before, his chest to your back. Your breath hitched and you stood still against him. “My shift is over, I’m leaving,” you said.

“Shift’s over? Great timing, then. You can have a seat with me,” he replied as he pushed you into the booth Peter had just occupied.

“What do you want,” you said harshly. You were terrified of the man, but you refused to show him that ever again. So you put on your bravado of toughness and irritation instead.

“Got a date with Peter, huh? You got fucked once and your confidence really shot up, didn’t it sweetheart,” he mocked.

“I wouldn’t exactly call it getting fucked, I’d call it getting raped,” you seethed with venom in as hushed a whisper as you could manage.

“You’re being dramatic, doll. We both know you enjoyed it,” he said with a smirk.

“You’re disgusting,” you spit.

“So I’ve been told.”

You sat there for a moment refusing to look at the man across from you until his hand gripped your chin and forced you to look at him.

“What. Do you. Want?” you slowly repeated yourself while maintaining eye contact with him.

“You remember that date I was telling you about? I was really looking forward to it, but god damn if you didn’t ruin it for me. She gave it up surprisingly easily, but while I was fucking her all I could think about was you,” he started but before he could continue, you scoffed, ripped away from his grip and got up out of your seat, moving as quickly as you could to the back. “Are you insane?” you said as you rushed away. Before you got to the door, Bucky grabbed your arm tightly and pulled you into the bathroom, not far from the back door you were trying to reach, locking the door behind him.

He shoved you against the wall harshly as he kept you there with his body pressed to yours, hands once again finding your chin and forcing you to look at him.

“Come on, sweetheart, stop pretending. You’re only gonna get yourself hurt,” he said before nuzzling into your neck. “You know.. I couldn’t stop thinking about how fucking soft you are,” he said as his hands made their way down your body, squeezing and feeling you up just like he had before.

“Stop,” you muttered as you tried futilely to stop his hands.

“Please, I just wanna go home, please,” you begged him as he started nipping softly at your neck. He pulled back and stood to his full height, towering over you while he held you against the wall. His hands returned to your face as he leaned down and surprised you with an intense kiss, that you didn’t mean to reciprocate, but definitely did. Your mouth responded before your mind could and you found yourself fully making out with Bucky against the wall of the bathroom. He only pulled away when you were both out of breath and he gripped your jaw meanly, forcing you to meet his powerful gaze as you struggled to regain your breathing. “You’re not going out with Peter,” he said harshly. “Do you understand me?” he asked.

“I don’t see how that’s any of your business or concern,” you responded in as even a tone as you could.

He laughed dryly while he continued to stare down at you.

“You’re not going out with Peter.” he repeated calmly before he leaned closer and softly kissed your forehead, causing you to shudder. “Go,” he said and nodded to the locked door, “I’ll see you around, sweetheart.”

And with that, you sidestepped and unlocked the bathroom door and walked quickly to the back, you couldn’t believe the one day Eva took off this would happen. You grabbed your things and then rushed to your car. You saw Bucky on his bike to the right of the diner front, watching you, but you rolled your eyes, ignored him and pulled out of your spot and headed home.

#dark!bucky x reader #dark!bucky #dark!bucky barnes #dark!bucky barnes x reader #dark!bucky x curvy!reader #dark!bucky x chubby!reader #dark!bucky x plus size reader #dark bucky #dark!biker bucky #dark!biker!bucky #tw noncon #tw dubcon #pwyc series

[vynegar]

vyn rainy pickup SSR, part one & two

it’s been far too long (almost a year and a half!!) since my last vyn translation :’) so i figured i should live up to my blog name again. also, it feels fitting to pick this card to translate, since in some ways it reminds me of his RRG card that i translated.

disclaimer: this is a fan translation and i am not fluent in chinese, so keep in mind that there will be mistakes. feel free to let me know if you have questions, concerns, or comments.

do not repost without explicit permission. if you want to quote this or reference parts of the translation, credit and link back to me.

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Title: Downpour (雨漫驰想)

[PART ONE]

[0:01] Bedroom

In the dark night, the slender stem and leaves of the potted plant on the windowsill swayed with the evening breeze. Vyn stood up to close the window, then shifted the plant further inside the room. The worry in his expression was clear as he looked at the yellowed edges of its leaves.

MC: The sutang flower still hasn't gotten better?*

Vyn: No... First its flowering period was delayed, now its leaves are starting to yellow. I worry that if we do not find the reason soon, this flower will wither.

Not long ago, Vyn obtained a precious sutang flower. It was an ornamental plant with flowers that glow silvery-white at nighttime due to a luminescent substance contain in it. The higher the price of the sutang, the more dazzling it is when it blooms. That should have also been the case for the one that Vyn obtained...

Vyn: Earlier I asked some botanist friends of mine, and they all said that there is no issue with how we are caring for it. Currently... I cannot think of any solutions either.

MC: (Is that really all we can do..)

Vyn had been putting so much effort into growing the sutang that I couldn't bear seeing him disappointed. A familiar address suddenly flashed through my mind. An idea struck me, and I subconsciously grabbed Vyn's sleeve.

MC: How about we ask a master florist to take a look?

Vyn: A master florist?

MC: That's right. They may not have as much theoretical knowledge as botanists, but from their years of experience growing plants... They might be able to find the key to why our sutang flower is unwell.

Vyn looked down at the sutang flower, his fingers gently brushing the yellowed leaves. He hesitated for a bit, but finally nodded.

Vyn: Alright. I will have someone find...

MC: No need! I know where to find one.

I winked at Vyn, purposefully keeping him in suspense. He gave a helpless smile, then played along with a puzzled expression of his own.

Vyn: Where is it?

MC: Four-Gate Loop Marketplace.

[1:37] Four-Gate Loop Marketplace

The next day, Vyn and I brought the sutang flower with us to Four-Gate Loop Marketplace.

MC: It's so lively...

The entire marketplace encircled an artificial lake in the center, forming the shape of a ring. At each of four sides was a large gate. Near the entrance, a number of shops had stalls set up along the path. The wide road seemed to be packed with crowds of people moving back and forth.

Vyn: I think I have guessed why it is called Four-Gate Loop Marketplace.

MC: Pretty unique, right? This used to be a really famous florist market, but now it’s become a marketplace for all kinds of things.

Vyn: Have you been here before?

MC: No, I've only heard of it. Afterwards, we can take this chance to browse around. But is it always so lively here... Ah!

Someone pushed past me from behind and caused me to stumble for a moment. Fortunately, Vyn was quick enough to catch me. That person turned back to apologize then hurried away. Vyn frowned slightly, pulling me in closer to him.

Vyn: Are you okay?

MC: I'm fine...

I was interrupted again by a burst of enthusiastic applause from the side, which I couldn't help but look toward. It turned out to be a stall vendor who was attracting customers. He had drawn in a number of people, making the path even more crowded.

MC: This is too much...

Vyn: There are too many people here. It will not help if we are stuck here. Fortunately this method of attracting customers does continue for very long, so the crowds will begin moving again soon. Come here –

Vyn tugged me, and I followed him up onto some steps. Having finally freed ourselves from the throng of people, I breathed a sigh of relief.

Vyn: Let us take a break. We can continue later.

MC: Okay.

Even though the temperature in spring wasn't very high, we were already covered in a thin layer of sweat. I handed a tissue to Vyn. After wiping his sweat, he crumpled the tissue in his fingers, rubbing it subconsciously. That sheet of tissue was twisted until it was all wrinkled, then quickly smoothed out again – a motion that Vyn kept repeating.

MC: (What's up with Vyn? Come to think of it, he rarely comes to places like this... Is he not used to it?)

Vyn: What are you thinking?

MC: Oh! …Nothing, just curious what that group of people is looking at.

Vyn: We can take a look at it when we walk past.

As he spoke, Vyn turned slightly, his face impassive as he avoided the person getting up onto the steps next to him.

MC: No it's okay, let's just find the florist.

--

Once some of the people had moved, we crossed the path to the entrance and finally got inside of Four-Gate Loop Marketplace. The florist area was right nearby. It was the most brightly-colored place in the whole market, with various plants organized and arranged by type. My gaze was drawn toward several white flowers.

MC: Vyn, aren't these sutang flowers? They seem to be growing pretty well.

I plucked a flower from the bucket and handed it to Vyn. He glanced at it and nodded.

Vyn: It is indeed a sutang flower. However, these flowers have not been grown carefully enough.

MC: Huh? Why do you say that?

The unique scent of sutang flowers was in the air. Layers of white petals swayed, some speckles faintly visible on them, their outer edges gently curling outwards.

Vyn: Because there are almost no speckles on the petals of these sutang flowers.

MC: Speckles?

Vyn: Yes. Those are the luminescent substance of sutang flowers, as well as the source of their nighttime glow. Providing a favorable environment and ample nutrients... Meticulous care can help sutang flowers accumulate this luminescent substance and ultimately create the effect of the silvery nighttime glow.

MC: I see.

???: ...

A young woman chuckled nearby. Vyn and I turned to see the shopkeeper watching us with an expression full of amusement.

[END PART ONE]

--

[PART TWO]

[4:48] Four-Gate Loop Marketplace

The shopkeeper sized us up, her gaze landing on the sutang flower in Vyn’s hands.

MC: Is something the matter?

Flower shopkeeper: This gentleman knows quite a lot about sutang flowers.

Vyn: My apologies. We are growing them too, so I could not help but talk about it.

Flower shopkeeper: That's alright. Everything you said was true.

Vyn: I heard that because sutang flowers are difficult to grow, many flower shops do not sell them.

Flower shopkeeper: That's right. Cultivating the bioluminescent substances is of course very challenging. If you don't focus on that though, the costs of growing this flower aren't particularly high. In addition, unlike that single sutang flower you're holding... The sutang flowers that we sell come from a field. The flower growers there aren't able to put painstaking care into every flower.

Vyn: I just thought it was a bit of a shame. After all, the value of a sutang flower is reflected in its luminescence.

MC: Still, these flowers are blooming with such vitality, look...

I took Vyn's wrist and pointed towards the sutang flowers, whose white petals were shining a pale gold under the warm spring sunshine. The petals that were ordinary in the shade became especially showy in the sunlight. Vyn didn't reply, only giving a noncommital smile.

Flower shopkeeper: Yes, these sutang flowers have been growing very well. It seems like your girlfriend really likes them. Why don't you buy her a bouquet?

Vyn: Buying her flowers...

Vyn slowly twirled the stem of the flower as he seemed to consider the shopkeeper's suggestion. Feeling the silent atmosphere, I took the flower from Vyn and put it back, then waved my hand at the shopkeeper rather apologetically.

MC: There's no need, we already have a sutang flower. Also, we still have other things to do.

A look of surprise flashed across Vyn's eyes. I snuck a wink at him, indicating that he didn't need to worry. The shopkeeper nodded in understanding and didn't try to sell any more.

MC: Oh right, do you know where we could find an experienced florist nearby?

Flower shopkeeper: That would have to be Master Zhou. Look, he's right over there.

We looked in the direction the shopkeeper was pointing at and saw a wooden door. After thanking her, Vyn and I left the flower shop.

[6:37] Cabin

A little while later, we found Master Zhou, who warmly welcomed us into a small room. Vyn placed the sutang flower on the table. Its stem was drooping, still not showing any signs of improvement.

Master Zhou: Ah, a sutang flower. It's in good condition, it just looks a little dull and lifeless. How do you guys normally grow flowers?

Vyn: With air humidity at roughly 73% and nine hours of low sunlight every day. However, we mainly use a grow lamp in place of natural light. Also...

Master Zhou: Alright alright... I think I get it.

Master Zhou interrupted Vyn, his expression slightly mystified. He turned the flowerpot left and right, carefully studying the plant's condition. Then, he took a pinch of soil and rubbed it between his fingers.

Master Zhou: This soil seems different.

Vyn: Yes, it is artificial soil for growing. This improved soil has the exact proportions of nutrients that plants need, to be more conducive to their growth. I specially switched the soil in order to help the sutang flowers grow better.

MC: Yeah, we've tried using this artificial soil when growing other plants and it's very effective.

The more Master Zhou hears of our explanation, the deeper he frowns.

Master Zhou: Hold on, isn't that the problem?

Vyn: What?

Master Zhou: You guys are growing the flowers too carefully. These luminescent sutang are precious, but they're not delicate. They'll grow great in their natural growing conditions, with just a few essential nutrients added in. Forget about anything else. Just follow my advice, switch this soil.

Master Zhou straightforwardly listed out the problems without giving us a chance to interject. I snuck a glance at Vyn, who was silently staring at a bit of mud staining the edge of the flowerpot.

MC: Master Zhou, we...

Vyn: Then we shall switch the soil. Master Zhou, do you have regular soil here?

Just as I was about to explain, Vyn interrupted me. I looked at him in surprise.

Master Zhou: Of course we do. Hold on, I'll go get it for you guys.

Vyn: Thank you very much.

--

Once Master Zhou left the parlor, I shook Vyn's arm.

MC: Why did you suddenly agree to switch the soil? I know that's what Master Zhou said, but the soil might not be the issue.

Vyn: Because I suddenly remembered a characteristic of sutang flowers that is often overlooked.

MC: What characteristic?

Vyn: They typically begin producing new flower buds in the winter, surviving and sustaining new life in the bitter cold. Just as Master Zhou said, they are not delicate. I wanted to let it avoid all possible dangers, and perhaps because of that, they lost their former immunity. Changing the soil is not a bad thing. I want to try it.

MC: Then later, should we ask Master Zhou about how to care for them?

The warm yellow light in the parlor concealed the yellow at the edges of the sutang leaves. At first glance, they were green and full of vitality. Resting his hand against the edge of the wooden table, Vyn thought for a moment, then shook his head.

Vyn: Master Zhou prefers to go with nature, only giving plants the necessary nutrients and care. That is fine for normal sutang flowers... But for luminescent sutang, human intervention is needed. I will not give up on that part.

MC: I see...

Vyn: Relax. I’ll adjust its care depending on the specific circumstances. I guarantee you will see their nighttime glow.

MC: Okay, I trust you.

As we were talking, Master Zhou returned to the parlor with the soil.

Master Zhou: I've brought the soil.

Vyn: Let us switch it.

--

With Master Zhou's help, we successfully switched the soil.

MC: Thank you so much, Master Zhou.

Master Zhou: Don't be so formal! If you have any problems in the future, feel free to come ask me.

Vyn: Alright. We shall be taking our leave now.

Vyn was about to pack up the sutang flower, but Master Zhou stopped him.

Master Zhou: Aren't you going to browse around here? These few days just happen to be the annual spring gathering. It's not normally this lively.

MC: Spring gathering?

My interest was piqued, but I quickly remembered how Vyn looked, twisting that ball of tissue, and I hesitated.

MC: Nevermind... There are too many people here today.

Vyn: It is fine. Thank you for your kind invitation, Master Zhou. We will browse around.

Master Zhou: That's right, now you two go on and enjoy yourselves.

Before I could react, Master Zhou stuffed a visitor's map into my hands and pushed us out of the room.

[END PART TWO]

[PART THREE]

*The flower in this card is called a 素棠 (sùtáng) flower, which as far as I can tell is fictional. The first part of its name probably refers to its white color, the second part is a character that appears in plant names such as 海棠 (hǎitáng, Chinese flowering apple)

or 棠梨 (tánglì, birchleaf pear).

#tears of themis #vyn richter #TOT Vyn #mo yi #tot translation

[dullard]

Im sorry.

1, 2, 8, 9, 10, 12, 15, 18, 21, 27, 28, 29, 30, 31, 32, 33, 34, 36, 38, 39, 42, 43, 44, 49

This is for jurgencrepins I Checked

1. What motivates your character?

Joris: Idealism (often applied rigidly to himself as Not Doing Enough in his own mind, preemptively) and trying to Do Good. Whatever that happens to mean in the moment.

Kerubim: For a long time, it was proving himself through impressing others, but at this point its just that he wants to be comfortable and around his family. Which makes him seem kind of lazy now, lol.

Atcham: Used to be survival and revenge/obsession (sort of). Now it's the want to protect the people important to him.

2. How does the public view them? (Doesn't have to be anything major, it could be classmates, friends, strangers in the park, etc.)

Pre-waven:

Joris: Everyone assumes he is a small child. Every time. He's actually even pretty small to be a child. When he's in a political situation, he's slightly mysterious, and not to be underestimated (mostly because other political actors know hes old as balls)

Kerubim: Friendly and capable shopkeep. Knows something about everything. Most people in his community know him and its partially because of the extremely invasive ads he puts everywhere. Old cat man - If someone were actually interested in beating the crap out of an old man, he'd seem to be a fine target. People who know who he is are a lot more cautious though.

Atcham: I HATE THE WORLD OF TWELVE I HATE THE WORLD OF TWELVE I HATE THE WORLD OF TWELVE I HATE THE WORLD OF TWELVE I HATE THE WORLD OF TWELVE he looks different so people treat him with at the very least an arm's distance. No matter what he does people will think hes strange. That said, hes not helping his own case. I think some ecaflips assume he's sick though, if they haven't heard of or met a hairless ecaflip before, since losing your fur is something that happens if you're really ill or unwell.

Waven:

Joris: Similar to his political persona but now much more outward to the average citizen. He's also seen as extremely capable of decision making, at least within Bonta, thanks partially to propaganda. He is the firm hand of the law, fair and just, and a bit private.

Kerubim: He is the caring and wise elements of the current Bontarian government. Tends to be associated with public services like hospitals (imo in waven times bonta's Military Hospital is the closest we get, and eniripsas handle other things the way they used to, but the government funds some amount of clinic-esque action), schools, shelters, and the like. Reads books at the Bontarian orphanage. That kind of thing.

Atcham: That guy that hangs out with the other two guys. Nah I'm jk I think he's kind of. I can't describe this. He ensures success and prosperity of people who are working. If you run a business like a fruit stand or a clothes shop in waven-era bonta, you likely like him and hes the one that smooths out supply chains.

8. What are some internal obstacles that your character has to overcome?

Joris: Extremely critical of himself, self loathing for intangible thought crimes, self loathing for tangible realcrimes, self loathing for things out of his control at times, holding himself to absurd standards (often unreasonable), i could go on. I genuinely think he may be his own biggest obstacle to long-term happiness

Kerubim: His ego slash self loathing slash reliance on others for external approval and praise and love (these things are fine but hes got problems with not being able to provide these things to himself ever)

Atcham: Anger and the want to Hit Da Bricks (His instinct, when he gets angry in a way he can't resolve, is to leave a situation entirely)

9. What emotion does your character feel most frequently?

Joris: Depends what he's doing at the time since his daily activities vary greatly depending on the year. When hes doing his job though it's Deep Tiredness

Kerubim: Cozy :3 Also desperate need for approval

Atcham: Irritation/frustration as a form of Very Light Anger that doesnt bother him That Much.

10. If your character is an antagonist or something of the like, do they self-justify their actions? If so, how?

Joris: I am prioritizing Bonta. A leader that does not prioritize their own people is no leader at all. Other peoples leaders will prioritize them. The things I am doing must be done to ensure Bonta is prosperous, and once Bonta is totally prosperous we can extend those resources out to other places. But right now we need to be concerned with ourselves.

Kerubim: He just tends to try to make the people in his immediate vicinity as satisfied as possible and then reassures himself he tried his best. His focus on individual people makes political actions easier because he just has to benefit Them instead of thinking about people negatively affected.

Atcham: He actively avoids thinking about it. If Joris is talking about it he just sits there and nods but in his own head he'd rather avoid it entirely and focus on day-to-day doing good by people.

12. What are some of your character's pet peeves?

Joris: Ignoring the ones he thinks are just a normal thing to be irritated by regarding his dadson, calling him short, or little, or small, or cute, or young, or

Kerubim: People not listening to him when hes telling them something

Atcham: WHEN KERUBIM DOES THAT STUPID THING WHERE HE BENDS THE SWORD TO SEEM LIKE HE KNOWS WHAT HES TALKING ABOUT TO CUSTOMERS IT DAMAGES THE SWORD I HATE YOU I HATE YOU I HATE YOU STOP DOING IT!!!!!

15. What habits does your character have?

Joris: picks at his scales (scales are like pimples or hairs for him and sometimes little ones pop up on his face and upper chest and shoulders especially). Picks at his face where there arent scales. Hopping up on things to be a little taller. This is a broad question I'm not sure how to answer it. Being overly polite with everyone to keep distance.

Kerubim: Grooming i know we dont see it in the shows but i think he grooms himself when hes nervous if he has a moment and it helps him calm down a little and settle his thoughts. Also he clears his throat a lot.

Atcham: hunching slouching getting low to the ground moving on all fours. Sneaking. The Slippery Sneaker seems to Slink. Also he tenses his dominant shoulder when he thinks theres a threat and lowers his body close to the ground.

18. Who/what comforts your character?

(checks who sent the ask) dont ask questions you know the answer to. anyway its each other are you happy. Aside from that:

Joris: Crowds big enough that hes not notable at all (I think hes insane for this)

Kerubim: Items and objects and artifacts and mementoes

Atcham: A well defended area without major vulnerabilities. Can be a room in a house or a cat tree or anything.

21. What is your character's relationship with their emotions?

Joris: Hate those thangs. Kill them. Hate Them. If he could get rid of them he'd seriously consider it were it not for some of the warmer ones.

Kerubim: Some of them he's very happy with. Others he's accepted as part of life. Some more he sees as a moral failing he can't seem to get rid of.

Atcham: Shockingly in-tune (see: "When you have a life like mine, you need someone to blame" line in the movie). Actually pretty healthy approaches to them even if Joris and Kerubim dislike his Tendency To Leave For Unpredictable Periods Of Time. its his cope.

27. How does your character view themselves? (Expectations, intelligence, confidence, self-belief, etc.)

Joris: He tries his best, he doesn't do enough. He's a hero of sorts, he's a villain. He's accepted his body, he hates how people treat him because of it. He's smart, but he's stupid. He can do anything, he fails everything. Every thought has an equal but opposite thought.

Kerubim: A fraud, when it comes down to the wire. He does think he's very intelligent though, and he does have his unshakeable confidence that things will work out for him no matter what.

Atcham: He has fairly realistic ideas about his capabilities. His least reality-connected idea of himself is as Independent, and if he's reminded of a way he is Not, he gets strange in the head and leaves for a while. It's uncomfortable for him to think about that hes been kind of domesticated by circumstance when for a long time it was vital to his survival to be threatening and on-edge and prepared at all times.

28. What emotion is the most unfamiliar to your character and how do they deal with it?

Joris: Pride. He has a Recoil after a feeling of pride where he becomes kind of inward, at times. He's very old, though, so there are plenty of things he's rightfully prideful about (and he fights off the recoil consciously)

Kerubim: Emotional security. Relishes in it when he feels it without any other feelings to hinder it.

Atcham: Shame. Beats it down with a stick. Reminds him too much of being a little kid.

29. What are the three things that your character values most?

Joris: Family, independence, the respect of others

Kerubim: Family, memories, good craftsmanship

Atcham: Loved ones, his ability to protect himself and others, a well-forged sword

30. Is your character hiding something from other people, if so, what?

Joris: He thinks he hides everything, and he kind of does because he's very quiet and tries not to divulge information unnecessarily. He ALSO thinks hes not Good at hiding things and that others must see him as an open book and a fool, which is not very true.

Kerubim: There's so much to say, it's not hiding it until they ask very directly and you LIE (read: actively opposite information. Twisting or exaggerating is not a lie to him) about it. Omitting information and avoiding clear answers is king.

Atcham: Simultaneously he doesn't hide much (personality wise) and also he hides everything (physical items). I think he feels more secure with things if they have a hiding place. This makes his room impossible to clean, and yet it is in its own organization.

31. What genre of music does/would your character love?

Ask my good friend Ronik they have better thoughts on this than I would.

32. How does your character view their past?

Joris: It's Things That Have Happened. History. There's fondness there, but he's not as concerned with it as he is with the present.

Kerubim: It's everything. He holds onto the past with a death grip and drags it behind him.

Atcham: Prefers to avoid it. Not particularly interested in holding onto it more than necessary.

33. What are three positive traits that your character has?

Joris: Considerate of others and the consequences of actions, selfless, wants to Do Good (this one is mutated into something arguably negative after 600+ years)

Kerubim: Kind, wise, good at bluffing until luck takes over

Atcham: Cautious, selfless, knows when a battle is lost and its time to hit da bricks

34. What are three negative traits that your character has?

Joris: Impulsive, overly critical hater mindset including to himself, does not know when to quit

Kerubim: Lies to make himself look better, assumes things will work themselves out and doesn't do anything about them, can't take criticism

Atcham: Hater, doesn't value his own life enough when his loved ones are in the picture, leaves situations that Could Probably Be Resolved (and when I say leaves I mean hes gone for like months or more)

36. What are the things that make your character enter a full rage/cold mode? (Depends on their character.)

Joris: Someone knowingly endangering others will do it as good as anything will, especially others who trust you.

Kerubim: Hurting groups he considers vulnerable like children and orphans, or hurting his family

Atcham: He's tricky because he's actually extremely in control of himself, especially in a battle situation, but he Will get a little less cautious in a battle if you piss him off by insulting him or his family. INJURING his family actually makes him more cautious because he starts looking for a way out.

38. Someone your character dislikes goes up to them and confesses. How does your character react? (Doesn't have to be a rejection.)

This is the kind of question that I think you would be better at answering than me, Ronik. I really don't know actually. Someone Should Send You This Question, Among Other Questions, In Your Askbox Yesterday

39. What does your character have yet to realize about themselves?

Joris: Your self loathing and overly-critical approach to your own thoughts is hurting you, not ensuring that you don't become worse. (until waven era. Then his cope of managing to get past those things is making him worse but he's still hurting himself with them lol)

Kerubim: You don't need the approval of others to survive.

Atcham: You are a good person.

42. What is one thing that your character dislikes about themselves? ("Nothing" is also a valid answer.)

Joris: His whole self. There is a Him deep inside him that is Bad that he cannot root out. He's selfish (for things everyone thinks), he's cowardly (for things everyone fears), he's possessive (for things many people might be jealous about in the same situation), etc. etc. etc.

Kerubim: His whole self. He's a fraud and for some reason he can't just be happy. Something wrong with him (moral failing).

Atcham: His reliance on others.

43. What does your character see as the greatest injustice?

Joris (pre-waven): That people can do the best they can with what they have and still be ravaged by war and inequality that they had no hand in the creation of

Joris (waven): THAT OUR BEAUTIFUL NATION IS NOT THRIVING AS IT SHOULD!!!! We did everything right except the things we didn't (I took those moral L's, personally, for the people of Bonta. The people are not culpable for those decisions), why are there still hardships for the people?

Kerubim: That some vulnerable people do not have a protector

Atcham: That people get by with what little they have and still are at the whims of those more powerful who have everything

44. What does your character fear?

Joris: Being in the wrong, being seen as a fool, also a lot of things

Kerubim: Being alone

Atcham: Being fully reliant on others (because then, what happens when you lose them? You can't go back to the way things were before)

49. In the end, what is your character grateful for?

Joris: Kerubim and Atcham. Luis. The little things (boufbowl, sunlight, etc). Spiked coffee. Also OUR BEAUTIFUL NATION'S PROSPERITY.

Kerubim: Joris and Atcham. Luis. Lou. Everyone he's ever known, even the ones that hurt him.

Atcham: Kerubim and Joris. Security in food and home. Quiet. His own strength.

That was fun :) thanks for sending themmm

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[esta-elavaris]

Flufftober Day 20: Wearing Each Other's Clothing - Boromir/OC [1,186 words]

My Flufftober '23 masterpost can be found here, and my currently ongoing main fic about these two is here 💜✨

Just a note on my fills for these two, considering their fic is still underway - two of the three fills planned will feature them as an established couple (which they are not yet in the main fic), as is the case in this one. The remaining one is an AU of them meeting in a different way. I'm writing the established couple fills from a standpoint of it taking place in a perfect utopian future, so what happens here has no bearing on what may or may not happen in the actual fic. There are no spoilers in that sense!

All of that being said...it was so much fun to write this while the main fic is still slow burning. We stray ever so slightly towards NSFW territory here, but no actual smut. I don't want to write that for them until we reach that point in the main fic.

Tagging @scyllas-revenge as promised 💜

Given that Sybil’s husband was far more extroverted than she – not that such a thing was difficult to achieve – it came as no surprise to her that there were evenings where she retired to their chambers for the evening long before he did. If anything, she viewed the number of times he did return with haste as a mark of his favour, if the notion of being alone with her could pry him so readily away from his men and their spirited swapping of war stories.

She quickly developed a routine she rather enjoyed for the nights in which she had to entertain herself, as it was something she was hardly a stranger to before they met. Shirking her gown for comfier garb, she’d huddle down on the furs before the hearth with a hot cup of tea at her side and a book in hand, warming her feet before the fire as she sank into whatever tale awaited between the pages.

It was a mark of victory, she thought, in their relationship that he did not resent her for not seeking company to the extent he did, and that she did not lament over the end of her solitude when he would come to her. For there was never any reading thereafter. That probably helped with the lack of resentment, she supposed – not because the books were bad, but because he was very good. In every way.

By the time she heard him enter the antechamber to their rooms, she was quite content to close the book. Not without a bit of teasing first, however.

Sprawled like a cat before the fire, she reclined back, her bare legs stretching out before her, her borrowed shirt coincidentally rumpled at her mid-thigh. From there, she held the book aloft over her head, angling it towards the light of the fire and doing a passable job at pretending she still had any interest in it. She had to hope Boromir would not pause in their sitting room before he came through, for her arms would soon start to ache.

He was either merry or tipsy – perhaps both – as he entered their bedroom, greeting her warmly before he even saw her.

“How are you this night, my love?”

“I’m well. I’m almost at the end of this chapter.”

“Should I take my leave?” he teased. “There was nothing-”

Sybil allowed her eyes to pass over two more sentences before she ‘noticed’ how he’d stop mid-speech upon finally looking at her. Closing the book, she slowly sat up. The shirt dwarfed her, and one side of the neckline slid down her left shoulder as she sat up. That bit hadn’t been planned, but it did add to the effect rather nicely, her curls tumbling forward as she straightened.

To say the look on her husband’s face was heated would be like comparing the fire at her side to a single candle flame.

“You haven’t finished your sentence,” she prompted.

“Did I not?” there was a rueful glint to his gaze. “I’ve forgotten.”

“Have you?”

“Mm.”

“Why is that? Are you unwell?”

He chuckled lowly. Rather than joining her, he moved to sit at the edge of their bed where he might observe her clearly in her entirety.

“Sybil.”

“Yes, husband?”

“Is that my shirt?”

She languidly crossed one leg over the other, and found his eyes were pinned to every single motion. Bera had often liked to chuckle of how men tired of their wives within weeks of the wedding. Bera had been very, very wrong.

Or maybe Sybil had just been very, very lucky.

“It’s rather comfortable,” she answered.

“It’s far too big for you.”

His eyes were still on her legs.

“Does it not suit me?”

“I didn’t say that,” he smirked, and then added after a moment’s thought, meeting her gaze then. “Of course, I would have to see it properly to come to a final opinion on the matter.”

Sybil felt her cheeks blaze – which she worried ruined the effect of her little game, right up until it brought a handsome, boyish grin to his face. For he did so like when she blushed, and it remained easy to induce. For him more than any other.

But she had started this little game, and so she would not be cowed. Sliding the book aside, she mustered all the grace she had to rise smoothly to her feet – for losing her balance and stumbling back into the fire would ruin the direction she very much hoped this night was taking. The shirt fell almost to her knee once she’d risen, but if anything the movement left her more exposed, the fire behind her casting every detail of her form in shadow beneath the thin white shirt.

Boromir’s smile remained, but it was no longer boyish.

She decided to push it. For why not? Extending her arms – which had the coincidental effect of causing the hem of the shirt to rise to near-scandalous heights – she turned slowly beneath his gaze.

“Well?” she prompted when she was done.

“Hm,” he replied. “A closer look is still needed, I think.”

“It’s a cool night,” she feigned hesitation, casting a glance back towards the fire. “I don’t wish to grow cold.”

He chuckled lowly, leaning forward on his elbows as he regarded her like she was a banquet meal.

“My love, I give you my solemn vow that you shall be very warm indeed.”

Before she was even fully within arm’s reach he was jolting forward and pulling her nearer, teaching her to never underestimate his agility as she was drawn into his lap atop the bed. With one hand planted firmly at the small of her back, keeping her in place, he slid backwards a little so that there was no risk of her tumbling back onto the floor.

Sybil's legs were forced wide apart in an effort to straddle him, and his free hand quickly found one of the thighs he'd just been admiring so, smoothing up and down the soft expanse of skin with a sword-roughened grasp. He was right. There was no risk of her growing cold. Arms wrapping around his neck for closeness just as much as purchase, she pressed herself against him and sighed her dellight as he kissed her. Boromir kissed the same way he did everything - decisively, boldly, and fiercely. With a want that staggered her every time. Had she been daft enough to doubt the intensity of his desire for her, one kiss would have dispelled those doubts outright as she squirmed beneath his roaming hands, his beard tickling her skin as he began to kiss his way down her neck, to the shoulder exposed by his shirt.

But when she moved to pull the shirt off to clear his way, he pulled back.

"No," he breathed, a gleam in his eye. "Not yet. Leave it on."

It was at least an hour before he even bothered to take his shirt back – and it became one of his favourites thereafter...although Sybil could never quite manage to see him in it without blushing at the sight. So he made sure to wear it often.

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[oceanic-vampire]

hello and welcome :3

you can call me ess ! (you can have my actual name if we end up talking )

im 23(may 2001)

im black (and british/neg)

i don't have much of a gender basically anything but she goes,i have to look slightly off putting and vampiric at all times otherwise i'll explode and die <3

i have audhd and am physically disabled,sometimes i vent abt it

also dyslexic lol but i think that one is obvious once you stick around for a bit

my interests are/talk to me about:

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ splatoon ! (its a special interest tbh,have played since splat 1)

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ guilty gear (mostly strive + may and elphelt supremacy >:3)

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ magical girl + shoujo anime

˚ʚ♡ɞ marine life ! i enjoy cephalopods very much :3

˚ʚ♡ɞ anything gothic ! also vampirism in non white cultures

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ soul eater is very important to me 

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ pokemon (gengar my no.1 forever <3)

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ i like vanitas no carte and pandora hearts more than you <3

proceed to the next level below ↴

• im a switch,no real percentage because i think its lame + doesn't matter unless i like you

• dms are encouraged welcomed so on and so forth but i need you to remember i am mentally and physically unwell,and that means my energy is limited always and my lack of response or enthusiasm is never personal

• im gunna ask for your discord after a conversation or two because i don't like tumblr dms but if you don't have it or don't wanna thats chill

•if you piss me off and it doesn't get resolved after bringing it up or i feel that its not safe to bring it up you will be gone

• on that note if you do some blatantly stupid shit you will be gone without warning,i don't do eviction notices everytime someone decides to take their irritating as fuck meds

#abt me #ess.txt

[and-claudia]

His Heir pt. 14 (Darth Maul x pregnant! reader)

Masterlist Here

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Warnings: Qi'ra (that bitch gets a warning, y'all know this), discussion of pregnancy, let me know if I missed anything

Word count: 1589

As we left the medical unit, Maul had his hands clasped behind his back and he seemed a bit stiff, almost like something was bothering him. 

"Maul, are you alright?" I asked nervously, "Please tell me you're not having second thoughts. Kinda late for that." 

Darth Maul PoV 

Her question stopped me dead in my tracks. I gently grabbed her arm and turned her to me before holding her there to look her in the eyes. 

"Oh, no never. I'd never second-guess this... I'm just realizing that there is so much we need to discuss... would you like to come to my quarters for the day?" 

I really just wanted any excuse to keep her around. 

"You know I'd never turn down a day with you." She smiled sweetly up at me. 

I offered her my arm and she gladly took it, tucking herself to my side, where she was meant to be. 

We walked towards my quarters and had almost made it there completely without running into anyone. But of course, as we were rounding our last corner, Qi'ra was there. I felt Yn pull away from where she had been a bit too close to me, but I laid my hand on hers that was holding onto my upper arm. The gesture told her that she was fine where she was, no need to pull away. 

Reader's PoV 

I knew me being tucked up to Maul would piss Qi'ra off, but I also knew the importance of maintaining professionalism. So I was surprised when Maul was silently telling me not to pull away. Not that I was complaining. I needed to tell him soon... I just didn't want him to think it was a hormonal thing.

"Lord Maul." She said, bowing her head slightly before looking to me, "Ah, Lady Yn, I almost forgot about you." 

The fake smile she wore was almost laughable. 

"Oh did you now?" I fought the urge to roll my eyes. 

"I wasn't sure if I'd see you around. In all honesty, I thought you were still away after seeing Maul take you off the meeting lists for the week." She said. 

I looked up at Maul confused. 

"Yes, that's because Lady Yn is unwell. She seems to have picked up a bug while she was away. I'm giving her the week to recover." Maul explained. 

Qi'ra's eyes went wide and she took a step back.

"Shouldn't she be like quarantined or something?" 

"I'm not contagious. We just returned from the medical unit. It's just a bug." I said. 

Maul nodded, adding my believability to our cover-up story. 

"Actually, Lady Qi'ra, I'll be taking part of the week off as well, and working from my quarters in order to take care of Lady Yn. Will you be able to manage on your own?" Maul asked. 

"Of course, Lord Maul. I mean not to be immodest but I think I did quite well these past five weeks with all the extra duties you gave me." She was now wearing a smug smile.

"You did alright." Maul corrected, "If you'll excuse us." He said. 

We began walking again and went right past her. 

"Damn I didn't miss her one bit." I said quietly once we were a decent distance away from her. 

Maul laughed.

"I thought the two of you were best friends." He teased.

"Don't you ever joke like that again." I playfully warned him. 

We entered his quarters and I instinctively went to sit on the couch. I glanced around at everything around me and took a deep breath in through my nose as my eyes closed contently. I missed being here. 

"I'm really glad to be back." I said quietly. 

"I'm glad you're back." Maul said with a smile. 

"So, you said you wanted to discuss some more things?" I asked, turning to face him on the couch. 

"Yes, and I'd hate to treat this as a meeting but with the amount of information I want to cover with you I feel like it may be the best option." Maul said with a sigh. 

"I don't mind, really. It'll bring some familiarity to an unfamiliar situation." I smiled at him to give him more reassurance.

"Okay, then should we begin?" He asked. 

I nodded and he took a seat on the opposite side of the couch. 

"For starters, I want to say this; I will not lie to you, Yn, this pregnancy will be difficult." 

I nodded. 

"I know we've discussed it some, and in hindsight, we should've discussed it more. So, if after what I tell you now, you no longer feel comfortable continuing the pregnancy-" 

"Maul, I want this baby, nothing you can tell me now will change that." I cut him off. 

"But if it does... you have every right and my full support to end it. As I've said you are my priority." 

He took a deep breath before continuing. 

"One of my bigger concerns is fatigue. You are human, and while this baby will be part human, it's also going to be part Zabrak, which will affect your pregnancy. I don't mean this in a negative way, but you were not meant to carry a nonhuman child. That doesn't mean you can't, it's just not what your body was meant to do. Your body is trying to make something completely foreign, so it's going to take a toll on you. It may also send your hormones into overdrive and amplify some of the more common pregnancy symptoms." He explained. 

"Oh so extra morning sickness?" I joked halfheartedly. 

"Unfortunately that's a likely possibility. If you're ever late to a meeting or have to excuse yourself because of that, I would never hold it against you." 

I nodded again, "Okay, just don't let me use being pregnant as an excuse for things. And don't give me special treatments." 

It was now Maul's turn to nod, "I'll do my best." 

"I also want to work for as long as I can. I literally live and work in the same compound. I sit at a desk mostly. There's no point in me stopping work before they are born unless I need to for medical reasons." I said. 

"I will agree to that as long as you promise to not overwork yourself. Deal?" 

I smiled and nodded, "Deal." 

"Do you have any questions or anything you want to clear up about anything?" He asked. 

Immediately I thought about asking him what our relationship was going to look like now. But I knew better. That would make the whole pregnancy extremely awkward, and I wasn't about to do that. So instead I decided to ask the question that had been on my mind since this whole idea was proposed to me. 

"Do you know what they'll look like?" I asked, genuinely curious. 

I didn't care if they took after me, him, or a combination of the two. 

"Unfortunately, there's no way to tell. Since my lineage is not certain, it's even more difficult to know for sure. It's also possible they won't even Zabrak traits when it comes to their skin, they could take completely after you."

I nodded as he spoke, then my eyes went wide. 

"Please tell me they aren't born with horns..." 

Maul laughed slightly, shaking his head. 

"No, they are not. Those will come in as they mature... which reminds me before they're born I want to start showing you how to file them so we can both help them later on." 

"You file them?" I asked curiously. 

He nodded. 

"I mean it makes sense, just not something I really ever thought of." 

A short moment of silence fell between us before I spoke up again. 

"Are they going to have two hearts as well?" 

"Yes, on that they will take after me." 

"Does that affect their development or anything?" 

"It won't hinder anything, but it does affect their development some... not going to lie I was hoping one of the medical droids would be able to bring this up first... you may begin to show quicker than you would if the child was completely human. In order for both hearts to form and function properly the baby must grow a little faster than a human would in the womb..." he trailed off, knowing that I was catching on to what he was trying to get at. 

"Maul, if they grow 'slightly faster' does that mean they're going to be bigger than a human baby?" I asked. 

"Slightly." He said hesitantly. 

"How big is slightly bigger?" 

"Zabraks newborns average between 7 and 10 pounds." 

My jaw dropped. 

"Ten!? Ten pounds, Maul!? That's..." I looked down at my stomach, "there better only be one of you in there." 

Maul laughed at my reaction. 

"That's the higher end of the average, dear. It doesn't mean they'll be ten pounds." He said. 

"Yeah, they could be above average..." I said with wide eyes. 

"At least you won't have to deliver them naturally." He reminded me. 

"I still have to carry them... you know, depending on how big they are towards the end, I may reconsider the whole working until they're born thing." I was only partly joking. 

Maul nodded and laughed along with me. 

This was going to be a wild slightly daunting experience, I knew that, but with Maul by my side, I knew everything would be okay. He wasn't going anywhere and would be there for every step. And once it was over, we'd have a baby, a family.

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