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locketsvault · 2 months

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「 CUDDLING WITH BSD MEN PT 1/4 」

pairings: dazai x reader ፥ kunikida x reader ፥ atsushi x reader ፥ ranpo x reader

tags: gender neutral reader, no agab mentioned, first person, fluff, cuddling/phyiscal affection

warnings: none!

other parts: ada ᨒ port mafia ᨒ doa + the guild ᨒ the hunting dogs

a/n: this should be a complete series, let’s hope I actually manage it lol. no gender or sex mentioned, no pronouns either!

// dazai osamu ⌇˚.༄

⮑ It scares me to say he’s actually a really good cuddler?

⮑ I don’t really see Dazai initiating it at first, and if he did it would mostly be to mess around with you. I think the first time you both cuddle each other is when one of you is not in a good place mentally. Whether that be you, he knows immediately and pulls you into his arms, cradling your head with the back of his hand while holding you close. Or it’s him, tucking his head into your chest or neck, his arm wrapped around your waist afraid to let go.

⮑ Once he gets used to being vulnerable and physically affectionate with his partner I believe he’s very physically affectionate. If he can cuddle with you, he will. In public? Not so much, he’ll stick to holding your hand or letting you rest your head on his shoulder. At home? He’s your personal leech. He blackmails you into cuddles lol. While rereading this I believe he’d be affectionate in public to drive kunikida insane.

⮑ Back to my first point, he’s a very good cuddler. It might not seem like it, especially when you look at his past. Whether or not he’s had experience with physical affection/knows exactly what to do, it doesn’t matter. Look at his personality as a whole, this boy knows how to work people out, and how to please them. His hold feelings secure, sometimes almost too much.

⮑ 9/10 cuddles are very comfortable most of the time, but sometimes you are not allowed to move and damn it you need to pee.

// kunikida doppo ⌇˚.༄

⮑ To be honest I don’t really see him as a cuddler, but he’ll do it for you.

⮑ The thing about Kunikida is that, as we all know, if he’s in a relationship with you he’s serious. And he’ll do anything to please you. So if your main form of affection is physical and you love cuddles, then he will cuddle you. He rarely initiates cuddle time, and usually when he does it’s because he can tell you need cuddles.

⮑ At first cuddles with kunikida are a bit stiff, but after some reassurance it becomes easier. He picks up on your favorite positions, what soothes you, and what irritates you. He writes all of this down ofc. He will never be little spoon during cuddle sessions, nope. Closest you get is him laying his head on your chest, but to him that requires letting someone else take the reins in the relationship which scares him. There are times though when he comes back from a case and is mentally distraught, and holding him is one of the only ways to soothe him.

⮑ Movie nights consist of you laying your body back against his chest, cuddles in bed can be anything in regards of holding you. He won’t admit it but sometimes when a day has gotten to him knowing you’re safe in his arms help. Never in public though, that’s a no no. Especially in front of his colleagues like Dazai. Cuddles are a private matter.

⮑ 7/10, after time he’s cuddles are comforting, but sometimes he misses the mark.

// atsushi nakajima ⌇˚.༄

⮑ He purrs. On accident. That’s the headcanon.

⮑ The first time he purrs you’re both cuddling and he for the first time completely lets his defenses down around you. That plus the fact that his tiger is very found of you, he ends up purring. Poor baby is so flustered and he won’t stop apologizing. It’s cute.

⮑ In my mind he’s 50/50 with his cuddles in the beginning, but it doesn’t take long for him to learn! He’s an orphan and he grew up with no affection, especially not physical. So it’s all new to him. But I definitely see him as a super cuddly person. I think after his first time cuddling you he’d become addicted.

⮑ The first time you two cuddled it was slightly awkward, he didn’t know what was comfortable for him and was afraid of hurting you. How? I don’t know, but he’s Atsushi so anything was possible in his mind. Once he finds the right positions for him and gets used to it he loves physical affection and cuddling. It doesn’t matter who’s holding who. In fact, he loves when they switch it up and his partner holds him sometimes instead.

⮑ Play with his hair and he will always purr. He hated it at first, he felt embarrassed. But after reassurance and realizing it was comforting to you he got used to it. Sometimes when you’re not doing well and you’re cuddling, he’ll purr on purpose to comfort you. This should be a more serious headcanon I’m pffft. In all seriousness he loves cuddling you and his temperature runs high so he’s very warm.

⮑ 10/10 cuddles in my opinion. Warm, comfortable, soft, like cozing up next to a furnace on a nice winter day.

// ranpo edogawa ⌇˚.༄

⮑ Can he even sit still long enough for cuddles?

⮑ Cuddling with Ranpo is like being in a relationship with him, you never know what’ll happen or when it’ll happen. It’s chaotic at best. Whether he has a hard time staying still, focusing on cuddles, or if he’ll ask or initiate them. Even more so, sometimes he likes to mess with you if you ask him to cuddle with you.

⮑ No really he will tease you, in public or private. Which brings me to my second point, he loves pda. He could care less that it makes people uncomfortable. At work? Someone is sitting in someone’s lap, it’s a must. I don’t make the rules. On the train? He’s resting his head against your shoulder either sucking on a lollipop or rambling to you.

⮑ It’s easy to say that the first time you both cuddled it was actually before you two were even in a relationship. Personally I do not see Ranpo dating someone he does not know, so you guys were friends first. And at first, he didn’t really care for being touched or touching anyone. But after a rough case you offered him a hug and he all but melted into your arms. Which can I just say, having him in your arms feels like heaven. He’s so squishy and cute. Holding him while he’s pouting? You’re done for.

⮑ I think it’s safe to say that after long days or tough cases being in your arms and being told he did great today is exactly all he needs. Even sweets can’t compare to that. I now headcanon he calls you sweets, it’ suits him.

⮑ 8/10, he’s very cute and soft, laying against him and taking a nap while he work is a dream. He just can’t sit still for long.

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the-bad-batch-baroness · 2 months

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Where's Mommy?

Wolffe x Fem!Reader

Part 6

Summary: Wolffe's wife suddenly dies, leaving him a single father in the middle of a war.

Pairing: Wolffe x Fem!Reader

Characters: Wolffe, Cara (child OFC), Sinker, Comet, Boost

Tags & Warnings: heavy angst, mention of death, off-screen death, spousal death, reader is not the spouse, grief, hurt/comfort, family fluff

Word Count: 1.7k

Author's Note: Sorry about no fic last week. I had surgery on Friday and didn't get a chance to post the fic I wanted to post, so to stay on schedule, I'm forgoing that fic for another update of this one! Yay! This part is going to be tough, but it was absolutely necessary for Cara and Wolffe to have this moment together just as much as the bath time moment. Let's just say, breakfast doesn't go as planned. (oops it got longer) As always, please enjoy 💚

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5

Part 6 - Part 7 - Part 8 - Part 9 - Part 10

After bath time is done, and they've both dried off and changed into new clothes, it's time for breakfast. Wolffe really hopes his pack brothers came through and made a decent breakfast for all of them. He's starving, and he knows Cara must be hungry too. He is a little worried since he didn't give Boost any directions, but there's foodstuff in the conservator, he thinks, or, well, he hopes. Knowing his wife, she would've stocked up when she found out he was coming home.

Wolffe walks into the kitchen with Cara following behind, but stops in his tracks at what he sees.

"What in the…" Wolffe says as his eyes grow wide. It's a mess. A complete and utter mess. He's not even sure if this is still a kitchen. "I said make breakfast, not fight breakfast!"

"We did!" Boost grins.

"Sweetie," Wolffe says as he looks down at Cara. "Do you know what that is?" He points at Boost.

Cara shakes her head.

"I'm gonna teach you a new word," Wolffe smiles. "That is a di'kut."

"Dee… koot," she repeats.

"Hey!" Boost exclaims, clearly offended by the remark.

Wolffe snorts. "You're the one who said it's never too late to start."

Boost opens his mouth to argue, but then closes it because Wolffe is right.

"Anyway," Comet chimes in. "Breakfast is served!"

Wolffe sighs for what feels like the hundredth time this morning, and walks Cara over to the table to eat whatever breakfast his pack brothers created. She climbs up onto her chair next to him and he makes sure she gets seated properly so she doesn't fall off. Sinker then walks around the table and puts the plates down with their homemade pancakes on them. Wolffe eyes the oddly shaped and multi-colored pancakes suspiciously and raises a brow up at his brother.

"What?" Sinker asks.

"Is it edible?" Wolffe asks.

"I made them," Comet adds. "So, yes, they're edible."

Wolffe snorts. Of course Boost and Sinker couldn't be left alone to make breakfast. It's a good thing they picked up Comet when they did or they'd all have starved by now.

Cara tugs on Wolffe's pants and he lowers his head so he can hear her.

"Where's mommy?" she asks.

The room goes silent and Wolffe sighs. Not this again. "She's not here, sweetie," he answers, then pulls her plate a little closer to the edge of the table. "Now, eat your breakfast for me."

"We can't eat without mommy," Cara says, then pushes the plate back.

Wolffe bites back his frustration and pulls the plate towards her again. "You have to eat."

"Not without mommy!" she yells and pushes the plate with more force, knocking the fork on the floor.

"Cara," Wolffe warns, his patience wearing thin. "This isn't a debate."

"I don't want it!" she screams.

Cara climbs down from her chair, sits on the floor, and cries loudly. She's in a full-blown tantrum and Wolffe doesn't know what to do. He looks over at Comet, Boost, and Sinker with pleading eyes, but the three of them only shrug. Her screaming gets louder and pierces Wolffe straight through the head, making it throb and ache like earlier. Somehow she's reached a frequency that makes him want to scream too. He tries to keep himself under control and calm her down.

"Sweetie," Wolffe says as he rubs his temples. "I need you to stop screaming, please."

She continues to wail from her seat on the floor, tears streaming down her face as her cheeks turn red. Wolffe can feel the tension in his head rising as it threatens to boil over and explode. Why can't she just stop crying? Why can't she just understand? Why does he have to keep explaining it to her? He tries to think of his best options, but her incessant screaming is grating on his nerves. If she doesn't be quiet soon, the neighbors are going to think he's hurting her.

"Cara!" Wolffe barks. "I said stop!"

Cara stops crying and, for a moment, Wolffe thinks it's finally over.

"I want mommy!" she starts screaming again. "I want mommy! I want mommy! I want mommy!"

The tension snaps and Wolffe's chair scrapes across the floor as he violently pushes it back. He takes a few steps towards Cara, drops to his knees, and grabs her little shoulders so she'll look him in the eye. "She's not coming back!" he yells. "Do you understand me? She's never coming back! She's dead! She's gone! So, just stop it already!"

Wolffe pants and hangs his head between his arms, the anger and frustration slowly dissipating. The words he spoke so ferociously, not only to his daughter but also to himself, echo in his mind. He picks his head up and looks at his wide-eyed daughter, then feels a pain shoot through his heart. She looks confused. She looks helpless. She looks scared. She looks scared… of him. Remorse washes over him like a tidal wave and the panic of what he did floods his brain.

"Oh, kriff," Wolffe breathes as he releases his grip on her tiny shoulders. Cara backs away from him until she bumps into Comet's leg. Wolffe's breath hitches. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. Baby–"

Wolffe reaches out his hand, but Cara turns and grabs onto Comet's leg.

Comet looks at Wolffe with a pained expression, then down at Cara, and sighs. "Come here, ad'ika," he soothes. "I've got you." He picks Cara up into his arms and she grabs onto his shirt with tight little fists while burying her face in his chest. He readjusts her on his hip, then locks eyes with Wolffe in a silent word. Wolffe hangs his head and Comet leaves the room with Cara. Once Cara is out of the kitchen, Wolffe pounds his fists onto the floor and yells in frustration.

Sinker kneels beside him and places his hand on Wolffe's shoulder.

"What have I done?" Wolffe chokes. He wants to vomit. "I grabbed her and I yelled at her. I've never… I wouldn't… How could I…"

Sinker looks up at Boost and gestures for him to go do something else. Boost nods and leaves the kitchen.

"Maker forgive me," Wolffe's voice quivers. "She's just a child, and I… I treated her like a cadet. Like a kriffing shiny!"

"Wolffe–"

"No!" Wolffe yells and smacks Sinker's hand away. "There's no excuse."

Sinker sighs and sits back on his haunches. "Give yourself a break, will ya? Your wife's dead."

Wolffe flinches at the bluntness of the comment, but maybe that's what he needs right now.

"Maker, Wolffe," Sinker continues. "It's only been what? Twelve standard hours? And in that time you've lost your wife, your home, your belongings, and you almost lost Cara too. You really thought you could get through this without losing your temper a little?"

"I'm a commander–"

"Kriff being a commander," Sinker says with an eye roll. He moves around the floor to face Wolffe. "You're still human, commander or not, and Cara doesn't need Commander Wolffe right now, she just needs her dad. You know, the one who loves her?"

"But I scared her…" Wolffe laments, the words burning in the back of his throat. "She was scared of me."

"She'll be fine," Sinker says with a wave of his hand. "Just apologize and move on. She's a tough kid. Tougher than you might think." Sinker smirks. "You are her dad after all."

A small smile forms at the corner of Wolffe's mouth. Sinker is right about one thing. She is the daughter of a clone commander, not just some random natborn off the streets. His genetics, and his wife's, run through her veins. She's sensitive like her mother, but she's got his resilience and also his attitude. Plo's words ring true. He needs to take each moment as it comes and do what's needed, even if that means messing it up once and a while. She'll forgive him one day.

Wolffe takes a deep breath to compose himself before Sinker offers a hand to help him up. He accepts it without complaint. Looking back at the table of untouched food, now getting cold, another sigh escapes his lips. Cara still hasn't eaten and he's not sure if they have any more time for delays since they have to leave soon. He decides to pack some of the pancakes in a container and hopes that Cara will eat them like that. It's not ideal, but it's better than nothing.

After putting the food away, Wolffe takes another deep breath, then releases it slowly before walking out of the kitchen and towards the living room. He steps to the threshold, and just as he thought, Comet is sitting on the couch with Cara on his lap. He'll never understand how Comet got so good with kids, but he's thankful. With slow and soft steps, Wolffe approaches them. He sits on the ground and fiddles with a piece of the carpet while he gets up the nerve to speak.

"Cara," Wolffe says softly.

Cara lifts her head from resting against Comet's chest to look at Wolffe.

"I'm sorry I got upset and yelled at you," he says. "It was wrong."

"It's okay…" she mumbles into Comet's shirt.

"No, baby, it's not," he continues. "I know… I know this is scary. Daddy is scared too, but that doesn't make it okay for either of us to get upset at each other." He pauses, gauging her expression and understanding of what he's saying. "So, how about less screaming and more listening, for both of us?"

"Okay," she says. "I'm sorry, daddy."

Wolffe smiles weakly and releases another shaky breath. He opens his arms. "Can I have a hug?"

Cara nods and squirms out of Comet's arms and into Wolffe's. He holds her tight against his chest, careful not to hurt her, and kisses the side of her head. He starts rocking her in place and looks up at Comet, who has a warm smile on his face. Wolffe mouths a simple thank you to him and Comet nods. Wolffe doesn't know what he would do without his pack brothers, and it pains his heart that it took a tragedy such as this for him to realize just how much they mean to him.

"Daddy," Cara mumbles into his chest.

Wolffe leans her back so he can see her face. "Yes, baby?"

"Is mommy ever gonna come home?" she asks.

Wolffe bites back his emotions. "No baby, she's not."

"I'm gonna miss mommy," she sniffles and her eyes turn watery.

Wolffe touches his forehead to Cara's and lets his own emotions show. "Me too, baby. Me too."

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darkleysgarden · 1 year

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Hello can you post facts about Lucifer?

I'm gonna be honest, I really only do the Asmo one because I'm a huge fan of his and like to try and challenge myself to know more and more about him. But, ofc. For you I will. But, it won't be ongoing and it will be shorter. Also, for anyone else reading this, please don't flood my asks with every character. I don't plan and don't want to do everyone.

Lucifer Facts

1. He frequently tells Diavolo all about his brothers. This even goes as far as Belphie's favorite napping spot from back in the Celestial Realm!

2. He's mostly left-handed as that is the hand he's shown writing with in multiple official arts. Though, he's also been seen using his right, proving he's ambidextrous.

3. Even if people consider him to be harsh or unjust, he really loves his brothers and is always there for him. He literally brought Satan back from a panic attack about their similarities, highlighting their differences.

4. Mammon is his favorite brother.

5. Diavolo likes to look back at the time they meant and recount it fondly. Lucifer hates it and gets embarrassed. He also gets embarrassed if Diavolo compliments him "in public".

6. Simeon says that Lucifer is the most comfortable he's ever seen him in the Devildom, specifically around Diavolo.

7. His June 6th birthday makes him a Gemini.

8. Lucifer attends most of Asmo's Asmo gatherings.

9. When he tore away his wings to create Satan, it was all six of them, not just two. Though, four grew back.

10. Lucifer is considered to be incredibly beautiful.

11. Lucifer has many fans, maybe even equal to Asmodeus. Though, they usually don't approach him or send as much fanmail out of fear. He still receives plenty fanmail anyway.

12. He doesn't like technopop music.

13. He prefers his tea strong.

14. Levi isn't the only one who rambles. Catch Lucifer after he watches a good play, and he will talk your ear off and constantly quote bits.

15. He can play multiple instruments. This includes violin, guitar, and piano.

16. When Lucifer admits to meeting Lilith's past lover, he is made fun of by his brothers for being overprotective. He is left a blushing, embarrassed mess afterwards.

17. He is the vice president of the student council.

18. Mammon's first car was actually bought with hard-earned money. Though Mammon couldn't get the car he wanted at first as it was only limited edition. Lucifer pulled some strings through Diavolo and was able to secretly help Mammon get it. Mammon didn't even know until Lucifer lost his memory in around lesson 30-40.

19. When Diavolo finds out about Christmas from MC, he wishes to go all out for the holiday. Lucifer gets incredibly mad at MC because that will only cause more work for him.

20. Lucifer acts extremely goofy when drunk. He frequently sends out drunk texts, usually there MC.

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me one master to rule them all #swd lucifer #lucifer om #omswd lucifer #lucifer obey me #obey me lucifer #lucifer omswd #fun facts

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myreia · 8 days

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15 Lines of Dialogue Rules: Share 15 or fewer lines of dialogue from an OC, ideally lines that capture the character/personality/vibe of the OC. Bonus points for just using the dialogue without other details about the scene, but you’re free to include those as well!

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These are from published (and one unpublished) ffxiv fics. Because a lot of my favourite Aureia lines happen within the context of banter, I had a hard time deciding what to cut and where.

— 1: Far From Happenstance [ARR]

“What’s that thing on your arm?” “This? Ah… well… Perhaps this conversation is best saved for later, perhaps in a less conspicuous place?” “Or we could have it now. Your choice.”

— 2: Uncertainty [ARR]

“Tailing unsuspecting women about the city is nothing to be proud of.” “I have done nothing of the sort! Our meetings have been no more than happenstance, a quirk of nature drawing us to the same spot at the same time. I assure you, Aureia, I am not following you—” She stifles a snort, laughter tugging at the corners of her lips. “Oh…” He blows out a breath. “Oh, you’re joking? That was a joke. You have an unfair sense of humour…” “Don’t make yourself such an easy target next time.”

— 3: To Ash and Ember [ARR]

Lahabrea stares at her, startled out of his victory, mouth twisted with contempt. “How—” Aureia raises a hand, palm sheathed in blinding light. “Get the fuck out of him, you bastard.”

— 4: Sand and Stone [ARR]

“This is good for us,” she says quietly. “The Scions, I mean. We’re exposed here. Ascians, Garleans… it’s only a matter of time before they try again. Mor Dhona will afford us some means of protection we’ve lost.”

— 5: Bitter Frost [ARR/HW]

“You press on,” she says after a moment. She cups her palm between them, subconsciously pulling on the aether around her. A faint flame sizzles to life, warming her fingers. “Guilt can only carry you so far before it bleeds you dry. Just know that the next time… the next time will be different. Better.”

— 6: Divergence of the Heart, Chp 5 [HW]

“I don’t care what they say about me. I’m a hero to some, a villain to others. I can live with it.” “You should not have to. If there was a way—” “Please, Aymeric, I’m begging you not to draft a new statute on my behalf. You can’t decree change and expect centuries-old beliefs to shift overnight.”

— 7: Divergence of the Heart, Chp 7 [HW]

“Happiness? What makes you think I’m happy with this? With any of this?” “You’re the Warrior of Light. Defender of Eorzea and a beacon of hope. Blessed by Hydaelyn and beloved by all. What possible reason could you have not to be?” “Oh, fuck you.”

— 8: Divergence of the Heart, Chp 8 [HW]

She blinks. It shouldn’t be more simple than that. Does he not comprehend why this is so profoundly embarrassing? “And..?” “And how would this fact be of such radical importance that it would be the sole cause of a change in my opinion of you? Do you believe it so crucial to your identity that I should judge you differently for it?” “No, I don’t think that at all. I suppose I feel I’m… a failure, somehow. As a person.”

— 9: For All the Truths Left Unspoken [HW]

“Oh? Because you seem a little haggard, Thancred. Why don’t you look me in the eye and tell me what time you went to bed last night. Or if you went to bed at all, for that matter.” “It is not your concern—” “No, but you could have at least done the decency of admitting what was going on before you started fucking my friend.”

— 10: A Question of Desire [HW]

She cuts him off with a kiss. [Aymeric] groans softly, leaning into it, and she laughs with delight. “Save it for later,” she murmurs against his mouth.

— 11: Bound by Faith, Chp 2 [ShB]

“Under pain of further admonishment, I told her what I could.” “Nothing unfavourable, I trust,” she says drolly. “Who do you take me for, Aur?” “An idiot, if I’m being honest. Next question?” “…stumbled right into that one, didn’t I?” “Yes.” Her eyes sparkle with fondness. “You did.”

— 12: Bound by Faith, Chp 2 [ShB]

“There. That’s it. Aureia was a name I took by chance. Not because I wanted it, but because I needed it. An alias intended for Ul’dah alone, one I intended to relinquish the moment I could escape the city. But then you called me Aur and it… stuck.” She hesitates, her voice breaking. “I don’t know why it felt right, but it did. You gave me a name, Thancred, without even realizing that that was what you were doing.”

— 13: Bound by Faith, Chp 4 [ShB]

“They don’t hurt. At least, not like this. Sometimes, with astral fire…” She closes her eyes and swallows hard. “He did something to me, Thancred. Whether it was his intention or not, he left a mark that is more than skin deep. Like a part of his aether was seared onto mine. It makes me powerful, yes, but… my magic is not always controlled. It’s never been the same since then.”

— 14: Untitled Post-5.3. Fic, Chp 2

She glances at him and finds him glaring at her. It’s not a real glare—behind the dark look and mock exasperation is a knowing smile. “She’s taken full reign of the apartment. Mess everywhere. Looks like a tempest went through the place.” “Far too easy to imagine that.” “I don’t know where she gets it from.” “Oh, I know for certain. That’s the influence of your bad habits, not mine—” “I—listen here, you ass—” “Oh, an ass, am I? Bit early to deteriorate to name calling, no?”

— 15: Untitled Post-5.3. Fic, Chp 4

“Aur… that suite I mentioned earlier… I was quite serious about it.” “The suite or the sex you want to have with me in it?” “The whole matter.” She pauses, holding the soup out to him. “You should finish it,” she says quietly.

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the-dawn-star · 2 years

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Twilight Characters x Virgin!Reader

Reader x Aro/Carlisle/Emmett/Demetri

A/N: In all honesty I love stories where one part is a virgin it’s the right amount of fluff for me personally. So here is some headcanons. Hope you all are doing well and you like this too.

-S

+not proof read, 700ish words.

ARO

I think he loves the fact that he will be the first one who touches you in a more intimate way. It's just makes you two first time more special, than it would have already been.

Aro’s ability, being able to reads peoples every thought with a touch, always makes it so he won’t cross any boundaries.

And god, he would blame himself for making you uncomfy, no matter how much you say that he hasn’t done anything. It would take so much time for even just kissing you.

When you told him that you were ready he was ready to take you to the bedroom right that second but held himself back, after all he wants to make the experince special for the both of you.

When your first time together would happen, be ready for the best aftercare ever. So many kisses, hugs and treats afterwards.

Plus, Aro will bathe you, and he won’t let you even think if he is doing okay. (Aro is beaming with happiness inside, but for you he tries to cover it the best that he can, and he kind of failing it...)

Overall, 10/10, I mean he is god know how old so he has picked up so tricks over his life.

CARLISLE “DADDY” CULLEN

I think Carlisle has no opinion in either way. Nothing can change his feelings for you, the feeling that he loves you.

When you told him that you were ready, he would do anything but jump to the bed with you immediately.

You saying that you are ready isn’t enough for him, Carlisle needs to know what are your likes and dislikes before even thinking the possibility of being intimate.

So, you two end up having a long conversation about what you had done with yourself and what you were the most open to. He just wants you to feel comfortable with him.

After your first time be ready to be babied like no other, Carlisle will clean you before you can lift a finger and you end up cuddling the rest of the night.

10/10, he is so caring and nice that I might cry. (And will change your world... do what you will with that.)

EMMETT CULLEN

100% will tease you about you being virgin. (But of course, will stop if you ask.)

Be ready for light ass slaps, (sorry I don’t make the rules that’s just a fact).

Your relationship is full of make out sessions and once or twice one of you had to pull away making sure that your boundaries weren’t being crossed. Crossing your line is the last thing that Emmett would want to do.

But once the time for your first time comes, God you are in for it (in a good way ofc). You have fun, and he turns even the awkward moments into intimate and normal.

Aftercare is full of food and cuddling, talking about whatever comes to mind.

Score is 9/10, Emmett makes you so comfortable and trust my words it will be fun.

DEMETRI VOLTURI

Demetri is scary similar to Emmett (in all honesty I think the two of them would get along really well).

He will make fun of you (nicely) but is ready to kill anyone who says something about your non-existent intimate life. He had beat up some of the lower guards once or twice when they spoke out of line.

And when he gets the go-ahead from you, he isn’t keeping his hands off of you, even if you two aren’t going all the way yet.

Demetri just wants to be close with you and will let you know his wants.

Aftercare is a mostly nice relaxing on the bed, and when you get yourselves to shower you somehow end up going another round. But after all that he will kiss every inch of your body and will massage all the painful spots off of your body.

At the end Demetri makes it fun and light with all the intimacy in the world. 9/10.

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redfoxwritesstuff · 2 months

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Sunflower: Book 1, Chapter 10

Tom Hiddleston x OFC Series rated: M Chapter warnings: Tom sticks his foot in his mouth some? AN: The baby chicks are a week and a half old! All 5! I know no one cares but that's why this is a few hours late lol Chapter 9, Masterlist, Chapter 11

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Mia hated looking at apartments. It was disgusting how quickly Tom had gotten apartment tours lined up. She didn’t even remember him making the calls but his phone went off in text after text through the early morning. A never ending ping of appointment notifications.

“How did you get so many set up so fast?” Mia was tired and they’d only looked at the fist one.

She was envious of Sally, hanging out with her neighbor and probably preparing to go swimming right about now. Getting in the pool before the heat of the day had a chance to really sink it’s claws in for the day and soaking the day away sounded far better than driving from one end of the Vegas metro to the other, looking at apartments she could never afford.

“Luke.” Tom admitted.

It wasn’t taking long at all for Mia to learn that Luke was far more than just his publicist. They had worked together for long enough that a true friendship had formed between the two men. There was little doubt that if Tom ended his career tomorrow Luke would continue to be his friend.

“He’s not mad at you?”

The highway traffic was pretty light, everyone was either asleep still or already at work. It made driving a relaxing distraction. With her mind occupied and her eyes on the road, it made it easier to talk to him.

“Oh, he’s mad.” Tom laughed and Mia couldn’t help the fact that she liked the sound of it. “The man’s made it his mission to be my personal nanny- heaven knows I need one sometimes.”

“To keep you from running off to Vegas and marrying the first girl you see?” She forced a smile, refusing to let her sour mood taint his day.

“For the record, you were not the first girl I saw- I do remember that much.” It was Mia’s turn to laugh, thankful that he hadn’t taken offense.

The laugh was true, despite her mood. It felt good to laugh with him. Somehow, though she hated what they were going to do she was enjoying the drive. She was enjoying the simple time with him.

Tom continued, “but yes, he tends to keep me on a much needed leash. Without him I’d miss interviews, be late for auditions. I probably wouldn’t be in the right country half the time.”

“You can’t be that bad.” She pulled up to a gate as they neared an apartment complex.

It was much more modest than the first one but the area looked nice enough. There was a gate that worked. Every apartment in her price range either had a broken gate or one that rolled open automatically when a generic sensor was triggered.

Reaching out, she pressed the buzzer and waited. “What do I tell them?”

“Give my surname.” Tom whispered back. “Our surname.”

Mia rolled her eyes. Technically she still had steps to do if she was going to take his name. They hadn’t talked about it yet but she wasn’t sure if she would change her name. That was a lot of work for a temporary marriage.

What if it wasn’t temporary?

~~~~~<3

“What do you think?” Tom Asked.

The manager of the complex stood by the front door, having completed the tour, giving them space to discuss .

The grounds had everything she could ask for. It had everything she would want and then some, including a small convince store type set up in the office lobby that reminded her a lot like what could be found in the hotel lobbies.

There were three pools, a playground far nicer than the one at her current complex and the school was close. Mia could see the complex playground, complete with children playing on it from the balcony.

The manager assured them that the noise wouldn’t be a problem because each unit was fairly sound insulated. Mia wasn’t worried about the sound though, being a parent herself. Kid noise was reassuring in a way. It ment there would be kids for Sally to play with.

The kitchen was large enough to cook in. Three of her kitchens could fit in it. Hell, three of her current apartments could fit in this one. That really wasn’t saying a lot, her apartment was small and cramped. There was hardly room to cook or move in the apartment. The only reason it didn’t feel claustrophobic was the lack of furniture in general.

Okay, that was an exaggeration but it felt like it. The space was far better set up, making it feel even larger simply due to efficency. There were closets throughout, ensuring there would be places to store things out of sight. There even was a closet on the balcony to store patio furniture should she need for a storm or maybe she could put a chest freezer out there.

There were possibilities in this apartment.

The bedrooms were large, not just the master. Sally would have room to play in her room and in the living room. There were two bathrooms, one in the hall between the bedrooms and a private ensuite. Mia would be able to have a bathroom not littered with toys and seemingly perpetually spilled water.

“How much is it?” There was no way in hell the apartment was under 2k a month but she hoped it was under three. It was so hard to feel good about it but this apartment was nice.

She could see Sally playing here. She could see Sally starting school here. But she could also see the year ending and Sally having to move away from here too. Maybe, if she saved everything she could, she could buy Sally a second year here. Unless there was a drastic improvement in her career, if things didn’t work out with Tom there was no way Sally would spend her childhood living in apartments like this one.

“Mia, I can afford to do a year here- how much it is dosen’t matter.”

“Is there a problem Mrs. Hiddleston?” Tom waved off the leasing manager’s question.

“She’s just feeling a little anxious, please give us a moment longer?”

“Of course- you certainly don’t have to make a decision now however, if I may say, these units tend to fill fast. I can hold it as a curtesy for a few days without commitment but not any longer than that. I do think you and your wife would be a lovely addition to the community. And with our onsite-”

“If we could have just a few moments longer?” Tom suspected she knew who he was.

If she was a fan, he appreciated her attempt to play it cool and respect his private life. If she didn’t know him though, she was just a pushing leasing manager and that was even worse. Either way, she was starting to step on a nerve. The intrusion into his life, his conversations, was quickly becoming something he was growing tired of.

“Yes, of course.” She made her way back to the entry door where she once again took up her post, much to Tom’s relief.

“Let’s walk around again?” Tom took Mia’s hand in his and when she didn’t pull away, he led her back into the heart of the unit.

He walked her through the open living space and into the Master bedroom. They looked again at closets, drawers and showers. With her hand in his, they admired the lighting, all on dimmer switches and the amount of storage space.

~~~~~<3

“Are you tired of driving?” They had looked at three more apartments, only stopping for a fast food lunch. She had driven them from end to end of the greater Las Vegas area.

“I don’t mind it.” She did, a little but it wasn’t like she’d be doing this much driving every day. She needed the distraction to occupy herself anyway.

“I’ve got reservations for us for dinner- It’s for the three of us but I can cancel it if you’d rather. Or?”

“Arn’t you worried about more people seeing us?”

Tom shrugged. “I”m not going to hide you or Sally, our marriage. I’m not ashamed.”

“And yet you are hell bent on moving us into a fancier apartment.” The words were out before she could check herself.

“I’m not doing that because I’m ashamed-” She cut him off.

“Are you sure? Not a single part of you is ashamed to be seen in the cheap part of town? Worried that someone will snap a picture of you walking up those steps? That they’ll make up some story that you’re secretly visiting hookers or using drugs or who knows what low lives can’t afford a nice apartment.”

The words cut her as she spat them out. Each bitter slice was fueled by exhaustion and heat but more than anything, it was fueled by insecurity.

Tom sat back, waiting for her to finish. She was on the attack again, not for the first time that day but this time, there wasn’t any denying it.

The whole situation made her scared. He was asking a lot, he knew that. It was expected that she would struggle. Hell, he was asking her to stay married to a man she didn’t know and to trust her future in him. Again, he reminded himself how important it was to give her grace.

But everything happened for a reason, right?

“Do you want to know why I am so hell bent on getting you to move?” Tom tried, and failed, to mind his tone. “It’s because you had no food thanks to the maintenance crew eating it. It’s because I watched a goddamn cockroach crawl out of the refrigerator. From what I have seen, that’s not on you. You’ve got what food you had on bloody lockdown. Bags in containers and bins.”

“That’s reality!” She spat back, fingers gripping the wheel tightly.

“It’s your reality.” Tom snapped back. “But it dosen’t have to be. All I’m asking for is you to trust me, just a fucking little bit like you did Friday night. I know you’re scared.”

Mia didn’t answer. There wasn’t a lot she could say. They drove in silence nearly the whole way back to her apartment.

Tom watched her as she drove, giving her space in her silence. There was so much he wanted to say but if he said too much, he feared he would just push her away. He feared he had already said too much anyway.

He wasn’t dumb, he knew people lived in poverty. It wasn’t some secret that poverty was a problem both in his home nation and in America. He knew it wasn’t a issue limited to developing countries but it was something else to see it in person, to live it in a way, even for such a short time.

It was easy to forget just how privileged his upbringing was.

Mia cut the engine after parking in her assigned spot in front of the complex. Tom reached for the door but hesitated as she just sat there. His hand fell away from the door and he waited for some sort of direction.

In the driver’s seat, Mia sat taking deep breaths. Her eyes were fixed on the steering wheel as seconds ticked on. Tears glittered in her eyes, reflecting the exterior lights of the building.

“I liked the second one.” She whispered. It felt like she was admitting defeat and it took everything in her to fight back the tears. But it felt good to say it too. “How much is that one?”

“You don’t need to know.” Tom answered. “But I will tell you it’s not the most expensive of the ones we looked at. They’re going to give us a discount for paying for the year upfront too.”

“It’s closer to wor,k too.” Mia tried to focus on the positive as she willed her eyes to dry out.

He nodded. “I thought that may be a positive.”

She had told him the night before that she had no intention of quitting her job. It had been important to her that he understood that. No part of her wanted to take advantage of him or his money. Accepting help from him was hard for her and she had full intention of carrying her weight as best she could.

He appreciated that more than he cared to admit. The universe gave him a wife and he was prepared to accept whatever came, within reason. There were people in the world who would have jumped at the opportunity to marry him for their own selfish reasons.

“I’ll have Luke make the arrangements.” Tom took a deep breath before stepping out into what he feared was a field of landmines. “I’ll have him arrange movers too, when we know when.”

Her lease wasn’t up for another four months but he had insisted that the move take place sooner. There would be fees for breaking her lease but that didn’t matter to Tom. He was prepared to pay whatever, within reason, to have his wife and step daughter living somewhere safe and clean

Wife and step daughter- what a thought that was? There were things he thought he may find in Las Vegas during this trip but that wasn’t on the list. How he hoped it wouldn’t be something he regretted.

“What do we need to replace to ensure you don’t bring any bugs into the new apartment?” Though he was acting as if it wasn’t a concern, he wasn’t made of money either.

Mia opened the car door and took a deep breath. They were doing this and she needed to stop fighting it. Stop fighting him but it was so damn hard.

“There are probably bugs living in the couch, the TV and the kitchen appliances- not your kettle but I try not to think about what can’t be cleaned in the coffee machine or air fryer.”

“Okay,” Tom kept a mental tally. The couch didn’t surprise him- it was clearly old and not terribly comfortable anyway. “What about the beds?”

“They’re older but they should be fine. There’s no rips or tears in them.”

~~~~~<3~~~~~<3

Tom’s hands shook as he buttoned his shirt. This was happening. He was doing this. They were doing this. The suit was his own, one from his small supply of luggage but that had felt right somehow. It was a left over from the press event he had been leaving, not worn but packed just in case. It always was good to have options.

Just in case.

It was as if he knew.

As if the universe had planned for this moment just for him.

As if it was destiny.

Tom grabbed his glass from the dressing table in front of him and drained it of of whiskey. His head swam and he knew he would be sick in the morning. It was worth it though. He was having the time of his life.

The glass bottle clacked against the rim of the cup as he refilled his glass and poured another. He’d had too much but he needed more. He needed to steady his hands and his heart and his mind.

His future was waiting for him.

~~~~~<3

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hooray

pairing : bff?haechan & bff?reader

warning:cursing, stripping infront of someone idk she was changing, slight hair pulling, idk what else to put 😭😭

a/n :haechan is a gamer in his free time & they are in college & this was not proofread 😭🙏🙏

🐻🐻🐻

"HAECHAN FUCKING MOVE??"

"WHY ARE U STILL STANDING THERE??? MOOOOOVVVVEEEEEEEE"

"HAE FUCKING CHAN UR GONNA MAKE US LOSE."

all of his friends were screaming at him at once making it very obvious they were upset w him, too bad tho he was busy getting his meal that was left on the porch by the doordasher, "we bout to eattt"haechan says outloud like he's talking to someone knowing very well he's home alone in his apartment, u usually would be over laying on his bed watching tv or on his chair playing the Sims while he ate , But u were at work doing a 9 hour shift slowly waiting for 8pm to come so u can clock out and hang out with ur very loud but funny friend.

As u finally clock out u hear ur phone start to ring.

"hey donghyuck what did u call for"

"jus to see when u will be over"

"bro...i barley just got off??"

"and I wanna watch shameless together!"

"what season"

"the older ones"

"ill be over in 10, make sure u leave enough food for me"

"u got it babe"

u see... he uses babe as a nickname. Some friends use a shortened ver of their friends names but haechan js liked to call u babe , u never understood it or why he likes to call u that but u never rlly cared enough to ask.

"AHHH BABE UR HERE" he screams when he opens the door to see u in ur subway uniform, "HI HYUCCKKKK!!" U squeal seeing ur best friend after the longest hours of ur life. He opens the door wider to let u in, moving to the side as u walk in, u take ur shoes off n start to shuffle into his room, him following quickly behind u , u enter his room where u see the food and the show already set up like he was waiting for u to arrive, "were u waiting or something" "yeah actually I was bored bro" he says as u both flop onto the bed, situating urselfs into a sitting position, he turns the show on as u both start eating.

feeling full and tired after working and eating so much food u both decide to lay down on his bed, snuggling into eachother while watching missing, "omg I told u that he would end up being her dad!" , "HYUCK SHUT UP AND WATCH THE MOVIE" u say while covering his mouth with the hand that was free, other hand busy messing with his hair that u slightly tugged at while yelling at him, he winced in pain even tho it was the slightest pull. (he liked it but he would never admit that to u ofc). "Your moms real name is sarah" the guy on the TV says while u guys are immersed into the movie a lil too much u guys don't realize his roommates coming home and standing in the doorframe watching u guys until renjun and doyoung speak up, "u guys are literally a couple" renjun says first , "no literally look at them all snuggled up to eachother under the blanket watching a movie" doyoung adds to renjuns comment. Haechan let's out a sudden shreik from shock when he sees his roommates home from a guys night out (it was js them 2 and they went to a amusement park 😭😭) "WHY DIDNT U GUYS SAY U WERE COMING HOME?" Haechan says in his high pitched voice, "we literally texted u like 5 times bro, YOU didn't answer" renjun says back pointing at his phone he had in his hand, haechan climbs over ur body to grab the phone that was sitting at his desk charing, opening it to see the 5 msgs from the gc his roommates made.

yeah doyoung won a huge ass teddy bear, looks like u hyuck

hey were gonna be home in like 10

LMFAOOO IT DOES

yeah pls

we're pulling in rn unlock the door for us

"Oh." , "yeah OH." , renjun ignores hyuck and doyoung and starts talking to u, "hey y/n" he says with a smile. "Oh hey renjun!" U say back after looking up from ur phone and sit up on the headboard of haechans bed, speaking of haechan he's currently in the kitchen talking loudly w doyoung doing whatever they are doing, "how have u been, I haven't seen u since the day before yesterday" , "I've been good I've just been working Hella, have to pay for college somehow" , "ha, yeah I get it" , "how about u?how have u been?" , "good, good" ,"aahhh that's nice" , u say back slowly letting go of the convo lightly. "Well ima go to the bathroom n shower, see u around bear kisser" he says waving bye to u while walking out , "bye renjun!" U say waving back....hold on. Bear kisser??

"WHAT THE HELL DO U MEAN BY BEAR KISSER??" U say quite louder than u meant to while jumping up from haechans bed walking into the kitchen to see haechan drinking soda from the bottle and doyoung turning off the air since he swears its "too cold!". "it's so hot doyoung turn that shit back on" haechan says putting the bottle on the counter and walking over to doyoung turning back on the ac, "its cold! If ur sooooo hot get a fan!"he says turning it off and walking away. Knowing not to mess with the ac again hyuck storms away dramatically. His walking becomes more sulky while he walks to u , pulling u into a hug from the back. "just turn ur fan on dong" u say while u scroll on ur phone as he starts to sway u both side to side, u guys may look like a couple but u both really don't care, maybe u guys like looking like a couple, maybe u guys ARE a couple but hiding it, who knows. "but he's always turning it off and I'm over here sweating my ass off in my sleep cos he thinks it's -5 degrees in this house." He whines to u as u guys start to walk back to his room still in the same position, him hugging u from behind. "I know u always look like ur sweating when I sleep over" , "its because i AM" he says back letting go of u to sit in his chair , turning on his pc to get a little gaming in before going to sleep, u decide to get out of ur work clothes and wear some comfy clothes. U grab one of his shirts and shorts , throwing them on the bed and closing his door. U move back to his dresser and start taking off ur shirt standing infront of the beds end. U unclip ur bra and grab his shirt sliding it on, feeling it fit better on u than usual, while ur in shock of his being fit nicely on u haechan is screaming at his friends for not killing the guy that was targeting him and ends up getting shot by him, while arguing with his friends he notices you've been too quiet and decides to turn around in his chair, he turns and sees ur bra and shirt on the floor and u staring at urself in his body mirror on his wall, "what's wrong??" , "this shirt is supposed to be baggy, that's how it's always been" , "maybe u grew into it" , "did u wash it too many times??" , "uh yeah that's what u do when u wear something and dirty it" , "donghyuck...shut up" , "well that shirt fits me fine, it's actually kinda baggy on me maybe ur the problem" , " whatever, can u grab me the lotion I feel ashy" , he turns around to grab the lotion from his desk (don't ask why it's there) and gets up to give it to u, feeling a lil silly he decides to grab ur waist and pull u close into him , giving u his lotion as u set it down and turn around to give him a small kiss on his lips and cheek, "hold on I still have to change my pants" u say as u slip out his grip, "what are u waiting for then" he says with a smirk knowing that ur gonna be changing infront of him. U unbutton ur pants, slipping out of them and grab his shorts u threw on the bed previously, well u tried to grab them before haechan grabs u and throws u on the bed while him ontop. Kissing u passionately, stopping to say , "god i love my girlfriend so much. Especially in my clothes.u look so pretty" u give him a big toothy smile, "what abt sexy" , "oh babe your very sexy, not as sexy as I am tho" he says making u laugh as he starts to mark up ur neck. "gonna treat u so good tonight"

Obviously this is gonna be a long night.

This has been in my drafts for like 2 days now I think, I was waiting to get motivation again to finish the rest of it 😭

☆☆

#kpop #nct x reader #haechan #nct donghyuck #nct imagines #nct 127 #nct dream #nct smut #renjun #doyoung #kpop smut #kpop bg

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jinxiguess · 7 months

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GONE characters in a british highschool

this is like the stupidest post ive ever made also disclaimer i know NOTHING about the american school system so i think half of them are probably in the wrong years also i didn't want to put all of them in the same year so ignore how some of their ages dont even match up😭

SAM

year 11

ALWAYS forgets ingredients for food tech

and then burns everything

and then forgets to take it home and just leaves it in the fridge at the end of the day

never remembers to put money in his school account and quinn has to buy him lunch every single day

sleeps through maths

has the most obvious crush on astrid and the entire school knows

ASTRID

year 11

made it her life goal to get head girl when she was in year 7

and got it ofc🤭

try hard in every single class

and top set in everything

always has so much stationery

goes to homework club EVERY SINGLE DAY

besties w the librarian

somehow oblivious to the fact sam likes her

QUINN

year 11

always late to every lesson no matter WHAT

somehow keeps ending up front row in school fights and gets interrogated abt them

"can i go to the toilet?" and takes like 20 laps round the school before he comes back

takes 0.5 pictures of everyone

sells overpriced sweets at lunch and makes bank

threatens to fight people after school but never does

joined the football team but nobody ever passes to him bcs he cant play to save his life

EDILIO

year 10

accidentally downloaded a virus on one of the computers and nearly got expelled

gets squashed in the lunch queue

buttons up his blazer to look smart

makes sam join clubs with him so he isnt alone (he's scared of the year 8s)

tried to feed the seagulls outside the school

hangs out in the library w roger and denies that they're dating but literally everyone knows

so bad at pe that he doesnt even bother bringing his kit anymore n just gets sent to iso

LANA

year 11

literally never in class

vapes in the toilets w diana

ALWAYS in iso

dated quinn for like a week in year 8

somehow pulls absolutely everyone

so popular but everyone is also scared of her because one time she scrapped w drake and bashed his head in

brings alcohol to EVERY party

CAINE

year 11

head boy even though he does NOT deserve it

leads the year 7s to the wrong side of the school

pe try hard (screams "WHAT ARE YOU DOING GET THE BALL" at his teammates)

year 7s all have a crush on him

acts like he caught a disease after he touches a year 8

has like 60% attendance but the teachers still love him

never goes to form

always shoving in the canteen queue🙄

gets way too competitive over kahoot

literally never been sent to iso except that one time he shoved drake off his chair in the middle of class

DIANA

year 11

rolls her skirt up and always gets in trouble for it (and refuses to roll it back down)

vapes in the toilets w lana

sprays entire bottles of perfume every time shes near the year 7s

and then makes friends w them specifically to slag them off later

stalks the teacher's socials

uses xx or 💋 after EVERY SINGLE TEXT

has a pandora bracelet and wears different charms on it everyday

somehow untouched by school air

DRAKE

year 11

"WHAT DID I EVEN DO???" every time he gets sent out of class (he was literally jumping on the tables)

starts like half the fights in the entire school

scraps outside tesco like every single day

LOBS paninis at the year 7s

steals tesco trolleys

should probably just go live in iso atp

got kicked off the football team bcs he wouldnt stop slide tackling

literally on the verge of being expelled

DEKKA

year 10

1000% done w everyone elses shit

sits in empty classrooms at lunch n pals w the teachers

way too stressed abt gcses

actually really really good at music

so quiet but somehow everyone knows who she is

used to take the bus to school but decided she didnt want to have to deal w all the year 7s and stopped

got hit in the face w a netball in pe

BRIANNA

year 9

absolutely sprints to the lunch line

gets so mad whenever someone doesnt pass the ball to her in pe

and always fighting w caine in pe

shoplifts from tesco

forgets her pe bag at least once a day n leaves it everywhere

always getting sent out for talking back

LOST the form pet hamster

nearly blew up a science classroom

TAYLOR

year 8

always talking shit about everyone

makes those tips for year 7 videos

defo has pe first on a friday😭

snitches on EVERYONE

makes tiktoks in the bathrooms

spends half the lessons making her titles cursive and pretty

makes fun of the year 7s as if she wasnt one like two months ago

JACK

year 7

GIANT backpack

and probably gets trampled in the corridors

probably wears undertale or harry potter keychains (and gets bullied abt it)

always gets hit by paninis travelling at 1000kmph

got given a top locker and cant reach it

cries when he gets in trouble

PENNY

year 8

rolls her skirt up unevenly

side eyes EVERYONE

vaped in the toilets and taylor snitched on her

REFUSES to wear her blazer

falls over in pe and everyone sighs when she gets put on their team

got put in iso for insulting all the teachers

ORC

year 10

stabs his radnor fizz w a compass and sprays it at all the year 7s

also starts like a million fights

NEVER has a pen

grabs peoples bag straps and yanks them backwards

always steals the year 7's footballs and boots them into orbit

wears black airforces instead of school shoes

and is never ever ever wearing his tie

HOWARD

year 9

keeps getting mistaken for a year 7

hangs out with older kids to look cool

and then brags about it

sells vapes behind the school at break

tries to break up orc's fights and gets flung halfway across the pitches

MASSIVE blazer (looks like a roblox character)

SANJIT

year 10

probably a theatre kid

runs to every class so he isnt late

always skips pe

that one kid who highlights EVERYTHING

somehow manages to record EVERY SINGLE FIGHT (and then sends it to everyone)

holds therapy sessions in the toilets

that one asthmatic kid who screams whenever anyone sprays anything

#oh my god i accidentally made this so long #there were a few other characters i wanted to include but this is LONG ENOUGH already #anyway pushing my diana and lana being besties agenda #gone series #the gone series #sam temple #astrid ellison #quinn gaither #edilio escobar #lana arwen lazar #caine soren #diana ladris #dekka talent #brianna berenson #howard bassem #charles merriman #sanjit brattle chance #computer jack

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Eyes Open - Chapter 9

Pairing: Marcus Moreno x Amy Oliver (ofc) Summary: Amy and Marcus are happy. WC: 2.7K Warnings: 18+ MDNI Canon-typical violence, talk of police work, a blatant show of testosterone, blood, injuries, kissing, making-out, dry humping, a smidge of dirty talk hurt/comfort, slow burn, yearning, idiots friends to lovers, financial stressors, second chance romance, workplace romance (sort of), older love interest, single parents, DID I MENTION THE YEARNING?

Series Masterlist II Main Masterlist II Marcus Moreno Masterlist

Cross-Posted to AO3

Part 8 >>> Part 10

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“Mommy, why are you smiling like that?”

“Because I’m happy.”

“You look crazy.”

Amy's eyebrows shoot up into her forehead, not sure how to answer her daughter’s question. She tries her best to school her expression into something more neutral but fails almost immediately. Harris snorts into her bowl of cereal, milk spraying out across the kitchen table. A muffled ‘sorry’ is mumbled around a mouthful of crunch berries, and before Amy can offer an alternative, Harris is mopping up the spill with the sleeve of her shirt.

And she still can’t stop smiling.

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“Why are you smiling like that?”

“Like what?

“Like you slept with a coat hanger in your mouth.”

Marcus sneaks a glance to the passenger seat where Missy is watching him, eyes narrowed, one sneaker propped on his dashboard. He briefly considers playing it off and changing the subject, but that tactic hasn’t worked on her in years.

“Just happy, kiddo. What can I say? Just really happy.”

He watches Missy bob her head from the corner of his head, her own smile stretching her cheeks.

“Next time they should come to our place.”

If possible, his smile gets even wider.

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“Hey, Oliver, you got that list of potential informants from Saturday?”

“…Oliver?”

“Oliver!”

A stack of papers and a cup of coffee hit Amy’s desk one after the other, and she blushes when she glances up and sees Derek staring down at her. There are certainly better ways to start a Monday morning than the chief of police catching her daydreaming about brown eyes and very kissable lips. But who could blame her, when the memory of Marcus’s touch was still so fresh, the bruise of his kiss still seared into her skin? She was already counting down the seconds until she could see him again, her mind on anything but police reports and notary stamps, only able to think about the way he – he…

“Oliver!”

“Shit! Sorry, Derek,” she apologizes, ducking her head and grinning despite herself. She shuffles through the mess, looking for the papers he was asking for when a cough draws her attention back to her boss, the cup of coffee he had put down nudged in her direction.

“Seems like you need this.”

“Thanks,” she offers between sips, closing her eyes and humming at the familiar taste.

She hears the scrape of a chair and looks over as Derek takes a seat beside her, something stuck between a smile and smirk looking back at her.

“Someone on your mind?”

“Oh god, what do you know?”

It seemed only fitting that he knew about her and Marcus. A skilled detective with years of experience beneath his belt who has had a front row seat to the back and forth for years now? Of course, he knew.

Derek throws his head back, his trademark laugh filling out the stiff Monday morning air. “Not much, but I think I can take a good enough guess.”

Amy snorts into her mug, taking another sip before returning to the task at hand. “No jokes or warnings? Nothing about ‘bleeding hearts’ or ‘vigilante shit’?”

“It’s not like it would change your mind,” he reasons, leaning back in his chair, the heel of his boot resting across his knee. “Would it?”

“Mmmm, definitely not,” she hums, the smile returning to her face. She pulls out the list Derek had been asking for and passes it over to him with a wink.

“You can spare me the details, Oliver. I’m happy you’re happy, but just do me a favor?”

The tone in his voice catches her ear, and she takes care to stop what she’s doing altogether, giving him her full attention. For a moment he doesn’t say anything, sharp eyes watching Amy from only a few feet away. Not for the first time, she wonders how much Derek really knows about her friendship with the Heroic and how even as it progresses so seamlessly into more, there is one piece of the foundation that remains. He clicks his tongue to the back of his teeth and shakes his head, telltale smirk returning.

“Come find me when you’ve got these reports done. I need to take a look at them before the briefing about Wednesday night.”

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“Falling in love with that file over there, Moreno?”

“Hmmm, what’s that?” Marcus asks, not looking up from the papers in his lap, Miracle’s question hardly registering, save for the call of his name. Whatever it is, it’s not nearly enough to distract him from the memory of Amy’s kiss, and suddenly he’s wondering if it’s too early in the day to call her. Surely, she’s at work by now, and Marcus can’t think of a better way to brighten his own morning than by hearing her voice. He’s just about to reach for his phone when suddenly a blonde mustache is directly in his line of sight.

“Anybody home up there?”

“Jeez!” He shoots out of his chair, Miracle Guy’s intrusion into his personal space. “Warn a guy next time!”

“Oh, you mean the three times I called your name while you were daydreaming weren’t enough?”

Marcus feels his smile slip for the first time that day, his cheeks heating up at the realization he had been caught red-handed. The other man smirks before straightening and sauntering back to his seat on the other side of the room. He makes a show of swinging his hips back around and sitting in his chair before fixing a Cheshire grin directly on Marcus.

“Sooooo…did you do something slutty?”

“Get back to work.”

“That’s a yes,” Miracle declares triumphantly, cheating his eyes back down to the file in his lap.

“Not your business,” Marcus counters, shaking his head and doing his best to focus on his own work, hoping the subject would be dropped for good. The last thing he wanted was to reduce his weekend with Amy down to typical locker room talk, no matter how well-intentioned his friend was. No, this was something he wanted to safeguard, and protect, in any way he possibly could.

They work in silence a little longer, only the scratch of Marcus’s pen to fill up the space between them. He’s just starting to make a little bit of headway when he feels it, the stare of blue eyes from across the room. Sure enough, Miracle Guy is still watching him when he looks up, but his features have evened out to something tempered and genuine.

“What?”

“Nothing,” he tosses out, cheating his eyes back down to his lap. “So, when you seeing her again?”

Marcus doesn’t bother pointing out that he had yet to actually confirm the shift in his relationship with Amy (or that it was even Amy that had him so distracted in the first place). Instead, he tosses the stack of papers onto his desk and folds his hand in his lap, giving up fully on killing his smile.

“Friday.”

Miracle Guy nods, leaning forward to meet Marcus’s gaze head on, his own smile splitting his lips. “What would you say to seeing her sooner?

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The assumption has always been that Miracle Guy is dumb. People see the cape and the muscles and the smile and they draw conclusions to a very obvious (if not boring) narrative. Marcus grew up side by side with the other Heroic, a tenuous rivalry that blossomed slowly into a friendship that spanned two weddings, two kids, one devastating loss, one almost retirement, and one fake alien invasion.

The two men brought out the best and worst in each other over the years. Miracle was strong, so Marcus took up swords. Marcus was quick on his feet, so Miracle took to the skies. They were so different in so many ways, but when push came to shove it didn’t really matter that Marcus was named team leader. Miracle Guy looked good on a lunch box and so that was his role to play. The face. The smile. The whole package.

But the world didn’t know.

They didn’t see it.

Miracle Guy was the smartest of them all.

And so when he pointed out one distinct pattern that Marcus had overlooked in every case filing, every box of evidence, every shake down of a perp, he knew the other man was right. About a lot of things.

The air in the station feels less stale today, something static sparking at the tips of his fingers, even just the potential of Amy’s smile leaving Marcus breathless. He spots her quickly, her head bent low over her desk, her pen moving in short, sweet strokes, a half-empty cup of coffee beside her. He shifts where he stands, giving himself a few seconds to collect his thoughts, admiring Amy from afar in the meantime. From the outside, she appears focused, her eyes sharp and her pen strokes precise, but Marcus doesn’t miss how she pauses every so often, the scratch of her pen falling silent, the tips of her ears tinging pink.

He can’t help but hope it’s him that has her so distracted.

She looks up, the weight of his eyes on her finally catching her attention. He gives a small wave, not bothering to hide his grin, delighted when she matches him beat for beat. He moves quickly after that, not slowing until he’s beside her.

“I didn’t think I’d see you today,” Amy greets him before taking a sip of her coffee. From the look of disgust on her face, it’s gone cold but she takes it in stride, standing and moving to the coffee pot behind her, mug in hand.

“Me either,” Marcus admits, his hand coming to the back of his neck. He watches her patiently as she tops off her lukewarm coffee before pouring a cup for him, adding his preferred two sugars with a smile and a wink.

“So is it safe to assume you’re here for more than just a sweet surprise?” She murmurs, brown eyes cheating to where Baldwin’s door is shut tight.

“Guilty.”

Amy takes his confession in stride, handing him the mug of coffee before leaning in to kiss his cheek. It’s soft, a barely there brush of her lips, but still, he can feel his heart rate pick up speed. It’s another addition, something small and sweet, the change in their dynamic more apparent than ever. Her eyes find his, something warm spilling out between them, and before she can move away he leans in and steals a quick kiss of his own.

“Okay,” she hums, settling back down in her seat and motioning for him to do the same. “Spill. Tell me about your day.”

Marcus grins but obliges, scooting his chair in until his knees just graze Amy’s. She doesn’t say anything, but he can feel her push her own leg forward into his space, and he takes that as his cue to talk

“Miracle Guy and I were doing a little bit of work today. Going over some of our notes from the past few weeks, and he noticed something interesting.”

“Mmm? What’s that?” She asks, not looking up from her own work, the perfect picture of feigned indifference.

He takes a sip of his coffee, nodding his head left then right, trying to match her nonchalance. “The only piece of evidence collected.”

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Amy hadn’t really thought much about the bags of money from the weekend. Not since they had fallen into her face, interrupting her kiss with Marcus. After their giggling had quieted, and Marcus had leaned back in for one more kiss, softer and sweeter on the second go around, she carefully stacked the bundles of cash back on the shelf and promptly put them out of her mind.

Until now.

She can feel the heat of Marcus behind her as they navigate the narrow stairwell down into the evidence locker. Tendrils of warmth curl down in her stomach, the memory of Saturday morning still fresh in her mind. Somehow returning to the scene of their first kiss feels more intimate than anything else they’ve shared since, and it takes every ounce of willpower for her not to turn around and recreate the moment beat for beat.

It isn’t just Amy that’s distracted by the memory, the brush of Marcus’s lips along the nape of her neck giving away his own thoughts. As her feet touch the bottom step his hands find her waist, holding her in place, his breath insistent across her skin. Logic falls to the wayside, one calloused palm cupping her chin and turning her head until their lips finally meet.

The kiss is hurried, sharp and sweet, breaking apart and coming back together again and again. Amy does her best to hold on, one hand finding the bend of Marcus’s elbow, the other planted to the wall, chipped paint catching beneath her fingernails. She gasps into the kiss and his grip only tightens at the sound. Suddenly, she's spinning, her back to the wall, his chest pressed to hers, teeth and tongue taking even more.

“Missed you,” he murmurs into the kiss, refusing to part from her lips any longer than necessary.

Amy is vaguely aware of the growing risk, the busy precinct one floor up, filled with an endless number of people who could walk in and steal this moment. And still she can’t stop, kissing Marcus as if he was the air inside her lungs, breathing him in and holding him close and praying for forever. His tie between her fingers and his hands in her hair, and how could it be that only a week ago she was convinced this man didn’t want her.

Couldn’t want her. For all the things she carried from point A to point B.

Amy was never so sure of how good it felt to be wrong.

Level heads and a gentler touch eventually prevail, the kiss ending with soft smiles and pink cheeks. But Marcus doesn’t pull away, even as his eyes find a spot over her shoulder, the shelves of evidence splitting his attention.

“What are you looking for exactly?”

His jaw ticks hard to the left, his brows bunching in with the effort. When answers, it’s with his own question, something like guilt coloring his words.

“How hard are those bags of money to open?”

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It turns out, not very hard at all.

Amy pulls one of the neatly stacked bundles down, running the tip of her finger along the sealed edges.

“You can’t open it here, because you’ll cut through these signatures,” she points to the scribbled names of two officers. The ones who had collected the money from the scene of the crime. “But if you cut here,” she slides her finger down to the bottom of the bag, “you can reseal it without it being too noticeable.”

“It’s weird though,” she hums with the afterthought, turning the bag back over in her hands. “Once we confirm the money was obtained illegally the FBI comes to haul it away. Must be hung up ‘cus we confiscated it over the weekend.”

Marcus nods in agreement, a sharp buzz starting to ring in his ears. He’s acutely aware of the lines being crossed, Amy’s voice pitched to a low whisper, her tone rushed with nerves. New layers of guilt are sticking to his every thought, and he hates how unsure he is of both of their motives. Is she willing to help because she always has, his friend first and foremost, their relationship built around little lies just like this one? Or is this something bigger? The memory of their kiss still bruised into her lips as she willingly helps him take something he knows he shouldn’t?

“Marcus?” She calls his name, pulling his attention back down to her, her own eyes narrowed in thought. “What do you think is in here?”

Slowly, eyes never leaving hers, he takes the bag out of Amy’s hands and places it back on the shelf behind them. With his hands free, Marcus cups her cheeks and leans in, pressing his lips, first to the crease in her brow, to the tip of her nose, and then finally, to her lips. When he pulls back, he keeps her close, her breath warm where it mingles with his own.

“I’ll find another way.”

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A/N: Thank you to everyone for reading.

#Marcus Moreno #Marcus Moreno fic #Marcus Moreno x ofc #we can be heroes #wcbh

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choicesficwriterscreations · 11 months

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CFWC Writer of the Month - June 2023: peonyblossom

Each month CFWC highlights one of our talented fanfic writers, and this month’s writer of the month is @peonyblossom We hope you will enjoy learning more about them and their work below! The writer is selected at random. More info can be found on the navigation page.

Quick Links:

Tumblr Blog: peonyblossom Blog Masterlist AO3

How do you want to be known on Tumblr? Peony, Jay, or Ethan

1- When did you start playing Choices? What was the first book you played?

I started playing Choices when it was first introduced after I saw the promos on HSS and HWU. Ofc the first book I played was High School Story!!

2- When and why did you join Choices fandom?

I joined the Choices fandom because of Thomas Hunt LMAO. After playing the Thomas dates in HWU, I looked him up on Tumblr to see if there was any fan content, and there was (HUGE shoutout to @lovealexhunt and @gutsfics because their works were the first ones I saw). Through following a few Thomas Hunt fan accounts, I found some other stuff in the fandom, like CFWC, and decided to read some other really popular stories, and it just snowballed lol.

3- How did you pick your blog name?

I wanted something that wasn’t fandom-specific so I could post content for any of the many fandoms I’m in. And peonies are my favorite flower!

4- Pull up the first post in your archive, and tell us about it!

The first first post in my archive is a reblog of a One Direction fanfic. My first original post was about the show Miraculous Ladybug.

5- How long have you been writing fanfiction?

Ooh. A long time. Sixth or seventh grade, so nine or ten years?

6- What is your favorite Choices book, and what is your favorite Choices book to write about?

My favorite Choices book is America’s Most Eligible, but my favorite book to write about is Red Carpet Diaries/Hollywood U. I think I just like reading and writing about stories in the film industry since that’s what I do, lol.

7- Share the first fanfic you wrote with us. Do you still like it, or would you change it if you were writing it today?

Waiting Game / peonyblossom / AO3

I still like it! But, if I were writing it today, I would probably make it third person instead of first. It’s still cute, though!

8- What is your favorite fic that you’ve written?

Okay, probably a tie between What If It’s Now? and Love Lost.

9- Do you have a fic that you didn’t expect to be well received, but it was? What about one you expected to be but found could use a little more love?

I think there are a few I thought would’ve gotten a little more attention when I first posted them, but by now, I don’t really think that anymore.

10- If you could write only angst, fluff, or smut for the rest of your writing life, which would it be and why?

FLUFF. I mean, I pretty much only write fluff right now; I just love it so much!

11- Do you ever recognize yourself in any of your MCs or in your writing?

Oh yeah. I think I see myself the most in my RCD/HWU MC, Jackie. In the HWU Universe, she’s a film student, like me, and in both universes, she’s an actor, like me!

12- What element of writing do you struggle with most?

Finding the time to do it 🥲 Other than that, probably just get started. I tend to psych myself out, especially with bigger projects.

13- Do you have any neglected work you really want to finish?

So. Many.

14- If someone you know in real life (who isn’t involved in fandoms) asked to read your work, would you let them? If yes, what would you recommend they read first?

It depends on who it is, but I’d probably let them. As for what I’d recommend, it also depends on the person. Honestly, might just send them my AO3 and let them decide ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

15 - Are there any writers (published authors and/or fanfic writers) who influenced your writing?

Probably more than I know! I’m sure there are plenty of authors who influence me subconsciously. But, I would say I tend to be influenced by classic novels like The Great Gatsby and The Picture of Dorian Gray.

16- Which one of your stories would you most like to see as a movie/series?

Forever Sounds Perfect! I would love to just watch Ethan propose to Sydney 🥺

17- Do you write original fiction?

Yeah! I mostly do screenwriting, but I also do fiction and poetry writing.

18 - What other hobbies do you have?

Hiking, reading, and yoga!

19 - What’s your favorite emoji?

🥰 or 🫶

#choices fic writers creations #cfwc writer of the month #playchoices #writer of the month #peonyblossom #june 2023 #choices fanfic #playchoices fanfic

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ln-stories · 6 months

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Mammon's mc!

This is the second drawing and headcannons of my mini series with the obey charachers with their custom sheep mcs. Previously i done simeon's mc, after alot of consideration i decided to do Mammon next with his own custom sheep mc!. If you wanna check previous stuff check my page and thank you for reading and im accepting requests for the next obey me characher!

(Apologies for any grammar mistakes)

Second Mammon's MC

Warnings: spoiler alert for the series lessons

Headcanons:

This mc (she/they)

Personality: confident, skillful (plus knows karate), a dumbass sometimes like Mammon, small anger issues, chaotic good vibes.

1) This mc is the exact opposite of simeon's mc since she is the largest one in this series. Height is around 5'3 on two legs

2) She is very fluffy and glittery giving magical girl vibes on her looks

3) When The mc arrived at the devildom, she was shocked but was feeling like she could take the demons in a fight if they didn't return her back. (spoiler alert: those karate classes she took back in the human world didn't work much on The demon prince Lucifer XDDDD)

4)Later on she was assigned to Mammon to guard her and guide her through the devildom. Let me tell you reader this didn't go as planned as you saw in the earliest chapters of the story. This mc is much more fiesty as well so this didn't help much the situation either.

5) Slowly mc is trying her best to adapt her new lifestyle while also go ham on Mammon everytime that he tried to steal something from her room to sell it off.

6)Mammon was forced to make the pact the mc after the "Goldie incident". He is now listening to her more. Thought they still don't trust eachother at all.

7)After the TLC showdown event, Mammon was never felt such frustration for not being there to save mc on time to the point he started regretting all the time he has been completly scammy and ditching them on random occasions.

8) Both of them made peace with eachother and started to actually putting effort to their friendship. (Occasionally ofc Mammon would be a tsudere as per usual XD)

9)They started hang out more and more, slowly lowering the iQ of the Mc as Mammon was pulling them into pranks, and other dumb situations. MC didn't mind it one bit though. Sometimes it's ok to be a little silly.

10) Mc teaches Mammon karate whitch is probably hilarious cuz Mammon would show the brothers what he learn just to not mess with him and embarrassed himself everytime he either falls down the stairs or he trying to punch metal and instantly regret it.

11) obviously Mc is Mammon's "first" as mammon call it. They are absolutely jealous when other people try to get close to them, especially the purgatory squad that just want to get to know her better. It's a big no to him. (closest friendships: Mammon, Levi, maybe Beel too?)

12)At this point Mammon and mc are besties. Mammon is not the best when it comes to sharing or gifting but for the mc he will even use Goldie whitch is a really rare occasion.

13)Movie nights and hellsauce noodles are regular thing when they hang out. It's like a comfort for both of them. (both cheap and fun!)

14) At the lesson 16 Mammon felt like he lost some centuries of his life just by mc not moving in his arms. He didn't felt like he lost just a friend. He felt like he lost the first person who actually gets him in a deep level. (oop mc is alive and so is Mammon's sanity!)

15) After a while Mammon felt like he became mc's right hand man, doing pranks, hanging out everyday, sitting down together at lunch and prank lucifer from time to time for good measure. (bad idea)

16)Lucifer himself sometimes tried to seperate you two because they were lowering the IQ of the whole house of lamentation as the other brothers joined in the dumbassery for fun.

17) Mammon is getting better at karate? Ye! He even humiliated a lower demons for trying to harm mc. Mc found was crying with tears of joy because she teached him well.

18) The mc showed the human realm to Mammon and the brothers. Let's say Mammon loved all the new flavor cheap noodles packets that got from the human Realm.

19) The mc loves to wear earrings so the final gift that Mammon gave her before RAD ended was an earring with his symbol to always remember that he will always be next to her whenever he needed her. The mc treasured it for life.

20) After RAD ended Mammon and mc were visiting their realms back and forth whenever they could, mostly Mc visited devildom thought. Mc made had mostly befriended all the brothers but the purgatory hall squad aren't as close as she wanted to admit.

Thank you for reading! request are open for next obey me characher and custom mc!

#obey me mammon #om! mammon #mammon x mc #obm #obey me nightbringer #leviathan #obey me headcanons #obey me #obey me main character #obey me female mc #mammon avatar of greed #mammon headcanon #obey me shall we date

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raccoon-eyed-rebel · 1 year

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Part 9

Masterlist

Series masterlist

Part 8 🍂 Part 10

Pairing: Syverson x ofc

Series summary: Life with Sy, what more can you wish for? The most amazing husband and father to a whole litter of cute little kids... Sometimes you wonder "how did you get here?"

Chapter warnings: Are they finally getting it on? (Of course they aren't... Not really, anyway.) More fluff, more Sy, and definitely some more nudity this time...

Word count: 1.8k

A/N: And there we have it! @keanureevesisbae I hope you are happy, because you're getting part 9, 10 and 11 TODAY! I'm proofing and editing 10 as we speak. Again, this is all thanks to my girl who apparently is the Lucky Luke of writing. I thought I'd manage to catch up, but I already owe her 12 ❤️❤️❤️

@deandoesthingstome @geralts-yenn @omgkatinka @summersong69 @diegos-butt

The barbecue was amazing, but tiring. Lots of Julie’s friends showed up, most of them with their partners – and some seriously delicious food – and the night had been filled with more introductions than you could count. Well, that and Sy’s and Patrick’s impeccable skills when it came to grilling. Jules wouldn’t be Jules if she hadn’t immediately made a joke about how ‘your men knew how to handle their meat’. When the night finally ended, you were mostly very happy with your new dishwasher. Julie, Patrick, Dean and Sy helped you clean up most of the mess that the large group had left.

“I’m headed off,” Dean said when you offered the four of them a last drink, “I’ve got work in the morning ‘cause these dirty bastards have taken the day off.” He gave Sy and Patrick a dirty look, which was cancelled out by the wide grin on his face. Jules and Patrick declined the drink shortly after Sy had already helped himself to another beer, saying they were visiting Patrick’s parents the next day, which was a long drive they had to get up early for.

“So keep it down if you get home, Sy,” Julie said before quickly ushering Patrick towards the door. She tried to not emphasize the word ‘if’ too hard, but ultimately wasn’t very successful. You shook your head as you put the last few things away and grabbed yourself a can of soda before joining Sy, who had made himself comfortable on your new couch.

“Thanks for today,” you said as you sat down next to him, “and all the other days, too.”

“More than welcome, Sugar,” he replied with a smile. The vibe was different between you; as if all the anticipation from the past weeks came flooding back and hit you in the face. Hard. The speed at which you drank your drinks increased with every second, until your soda can and Sy’s bottle hit the coffee table at the same time. You weren’t given any time to sit up; his hand was on your wrist as soon as you let go of the can, and you were in his arms the next second.

The first kiss was all lips. Gentle and soft, but at the same time passionate and yearning. Most importantly, there was no kitchen counter in your back threatening to give you spinal cord injury. The downside was that you couldn’t really appreciate the faint taste of beer on his lips, but that was something you could look past. His hands were on your back, unmoving but present, as his strong arms pulled you into his chest. He sighed when he pulled away and pressed his forehead against yours. You lifted both your hands to his face.

“Sy? What’s on your mind?”

“You are,” he replied. Was it cheesy? Absolutely! But fuck, it was hot. You ran your hands over his hair. It was short, buzzcut short, and you chuckled. It felt funny. He raised his eyebrows at you.

“Your hair is soft,” you said with a shy giggle. He shook his head before leaning in for another kiss.

This one was different. Less gentle, but still kind. More demanding, but not in the unhinged way from a few weeks ago. That had been Dominant Man Unleashed TM; scary and unpredictable. This was controlled, stable, dependable – much like Sy himself. One of his hands reached for your thigh, pulling it over his legs so you were in his lap, straddling him. He took advantage of your startled gasp by sliding his tongue into your mouth and you responded by wrapping your arms around his neck and letting out a moan. Strong, calloused hands moved over your back, your sides, thumbs tentatively brushing past the sides of your breasts, fingertips softly grazing the flesh of your ass. They were rough hands, acting kind. As strong and inquisitive as they were, their touch was surprisingly light and nimble. Fleeting, almost. He was everywhere, invading your senses, stirring your arousal until you were a squirming mess in his arms. Sy was all man. The kind of guy who – and leave it to Julie for coming up with these ridiculous descriptions – ‘could get you pregnant just by looking at you.’ And you were his and his alone. Already. When he had barely even touched you.

“Sy, I-“ Your voice trailed off, you couldn’t bring yourself to say it.

“What, Sugar,” he murmured as he pressed his lips to your neck. Your head was spinning with all the different sensations; beard, lips, tongue, teeth – it was all there, and it was all good. So fucking good…

“I want more,” you whispered, “I want you.” Sy chuckled softly and brought his lips up to your ear.

“I’ll give you more, but I won’t give you everything,” he sighed, “not right now. Not like this.”

You looked at him, mad. Why the hell not?

"I want to make it special." He took your face in his hands and looked into your eyes.

"It'll be special because it's you, Sy." Were you actually whining? You were whining. And begging a man for sex – which he wouldn’t even agree to! None of this was good, none of it.

"That’s not good enough, Sugar." He pressed a chaste kiss on your mouth. Okay, that part was good.

"But-" Sy didn’t let you finish your sentence. Instead, he interrupted you with a growl.

"For the love of God, Sugar, would ya let me take proper care of my woman?" His woman. Feminism be damned, you liked the sound of that... Jules popped into your head with something she'd said last week: "Lara, you can be a feminist and a strong independent woman and still enjoy being spoiled by your man." You had promised her to remember that - and apparently you did...

You barely noticed that Sy lifted you off the couch and carried you to bed. It wouldn’t have been a problem for you to stay on the couch, but he had other plans – which you really didn’t mind, either. He was on top of you in no time, the weight of his body strangely comforting as he invaded your mouth with his tongue, fingers sneaking below the hem of your t-shirt, stroking your skin slowly as he kissed you. Shirts came off, and the clasp of your bra was no match for him. You ran your fingers through the coarse curls on his chest, down to the patch of hair on his stomach, then wrapped your arm around his waist, and let your fingers trail the hard muscle of his back. Sy moaned as he dipped his head below your jawline and let his lips travel down your neck, leaving a trail of kisses behind. Every spot his lips touched felt like a little bonfire on your skin. To your dismay – yes, dismay! – he lingered around your collarbone, trailing up and down your neck and shoulders while his hands hesitantly traveled your sides.

“Fuck’s sake, Sy,” you groaned – surprising yourself, honestly – as you grabbed his hand and pushed it towards your boob. You didn’t know how to describe the sound Sy made when his fingers easily squeezed the soft flesh, but it was the sound of a happy man. A sudden wave of insecurity crashed over you; what if they weren’t… if he thought they… maybe he liked…

“Goddamn, Sugar,” he grunted as he brushed a thumb past the pebbled flesh of your nipple. His next words were barely audible as he murmured them with his lips firmly attached to your skin, but you heard something along the lines of ‘fuckin’ perfect li’l titties.’ You felt heat gather in your cheeks – and between your legs, but that particular location was like a basement in a flood; soaked beyond redemption. No one had ever talked to you like that, and you weren’t quite sure if you liked it, but it certainly had an effect on you. You didn’t get much time to think: Sy’s mouth had set sail further south and when his lips wrapped around your nipple, your brain flatlined. No more thoughts, only the feeling of Sy’s warm, capable mouth on your chest, flicking his tongue over the sensitive buds on your breasts. His switching sides came with the lovely surprise of the cool air in the room hitting your wet skin, but soon a hand covered your boob, kneading away, providing more warmth. The other arm wormed its way underneath you, grabbing your ass and pulling your hips firmly against his, the added friction leaving both of you moaning. For the first time, your attention was drawn to the bulge that pressed into you every time Sy rocked his hips.

From here, however, he refused your every attempt at advancing. You tried pushing his hand down your body – he wouldn’t move. He stopped you when you fumbled with his belt… All in all, he made it clear that – at least tonight, this was all you were getting.

"Sy, why are you doing this to me?" You were officially, for lack of a more elegant description, fucking horny, in bed with the man of your dreams and both half naked. He was grinding his hips into you, giving off every flavor of signal that he wanted to fuck you, and he wanted to wait because it needed to be special? Sweet, but frustrating. Mostly frustrating. Fuck.

"Exactly how long do you plan on making me wait, Sy?"

"Sugar, I ain't made of steel," he laughed, "it won't be long, but is it really too much to ask that I at least won't be drunk?” Sy wasn’t drunk – not really, slightly buzzed, at most, yet you couldn’t deny there was something of a point to what he said. You weren’t really hell bent on a memorable first time – you had meant it when you said it would be special because it was Sy – but you didn’t want it to be a sloppy, alcohol-induced quickie, either. That left you with one concern, though; if you weren’t going to take this all the way… Was he going to leave? Because you didn’t want that, you wanted to fall asleep wrapped in his arms, and wake up the exact same way. Your objections must have been clear on your face, because Sy put a hand on your cheek and smiled at you.

“What’s wrong, baby?”

Your voice was barely a whisper when you managed to ask your question: “Are you going home?”

“Do you want me to go?” From the way he asked, you could tell he wanted an honest answer. You only hoped that from the way you answered, he could tell that it was.

“No, I want you to stay.”

He must have believed you, because you woke up the next morning with an arm wrapped around your waist, a hand casually resting on your boob – it was a little crazy to think that all of a sudden there was such a thing as ‘casually touching your boob’ – and what your limited experience suspected was some impressive morning wood pressing against your ass.

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the-bad-batch-baroness · 6 days

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Where's Mommy?

Wolffe x Fem!Reader

Part 10

Summary: Wolffe's wife suddenly dies, leaving him a single father in the middle of a war.

Pairing: Wolffe x Fem!Reader

Characters: Wolffe, Cara (child OFC), Comet, Sinker, Boost, Plo Koon

Tags & Warnings: heavy angst, mention of death, off-screen death, spousal death, reader is not the spouse, grief, hurt/comfort, family fluff

Word Count: 1.2k

Author's Note: Things are still crazy right now, but I am managing. Thank you to everyone who has reached out. I appreciate it! This is another transitional chapter. Not much happens, other than the plot moving forward. You know, the meaning of "filler episode" really changes when you write 😅 The chapter isn't exciting or emotional, but it's still important to the overall plot and contains context for future chapters. As always, please enjoy 💚

Beta: @beating-a-dead-plot

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5

Part 6 - Part 7 - Part 8 - Part 9 - Part 10

The ride over to the Jedi Temple is quiet once Cara settles on Wolffe's lap. Most children fall asleep to the lull of a moving ship or speeder, and Cara is no exception. Wolffe doesn't mind, though. He prefers her to be asleep and peaceful than awake and chaotic. She's been through enough already, and yet, the tragedy is nowhere near over. Not by a long shot. Deep down he knows the funeral is going to rip off every band-aid he and the others have meticulously placed.

They can lie, dance around the truth, replace facts with illusion, and carefully craft misdirection, but at the end of the day, they can't hide it forever. The pain is painted across all of their faces. A grim truth they all know but refuse to acknowledge, even for Wolffe. No one wants to speak it aloud out of fear that maybe, just maybe, if they don't say it, it won't happen. But while trying to conceal it from Cara, they have disillusioned themselves with their own blank stares and frowns.

Wolffe stares out the window and watches as other speeders fly by, lost in his thoughts about the future. Not many clones think about the future, because it's not in their brain chemistry to look beyond anything other than their immediate present, but that changed for Wolffe after he met his wife. There was a moment where it felt like he unlocked a part of his brain. The part that wants to survive and thrive, instead of fight and die. It's a fleeting feeling, but there nonetheless.

He's wondering, not only about the funeral, but what comes after. What will he do when he gets a new assignment? He can't stay on Coruscant forever. No clone can. Wolffe scoffs at his own thoughts and corrects himself. In reality, the only clones who can stay on Coruscant forever are the Coruscant Guard. At this moment, Wolffe thinks they're lucky, even if they don't. Fox would kill to be back on the battlefield, and Wolffe would trade his command with Fox’s in a heartbeat.

However, Fox has his own life to lead and his own things to worry about on Coruscant. This is just how life is for the clones. It's a luck of the draw in who gets to be a commander and who gets stationed where. To the Republic, all clones are the same, so it shouldn't matter what clones go where, but to the clones, sometimes, it does matter. Clones who haven't been around long enough don't understand, and those who have, don't live long enough after they find out.

Wolffe is pulled from his thoughts when they arrive at the Jedi Temple. He peers out the window at the towering structure and breathes deep as he feels his heart rate increase. He's never been enthralled with the Jedi like other clones; finding their religion strange and their battle tactics even stranger. Perhaps it's the deep-seeded Mandalorian genes coursing through his veins that makes him wary of the so-called peacekeepers, even if Rex tries to convince him otherwise.

The only Jedi Wolffe remotely likes or cares about is his own. General Plo Koon saved him, Boost's, and Sinker's lives, and for that he owes him his undying loyalty. The rest he disregards. He serves them as he should, like any good soldier who follows orders, but that doesn't mean he has to like them or worship them. It's the Jedi that caused him to lose his first battalion, even though he alone received the demerits for it, much to his general's disgruntled displeasure.

To stand at the precipice of the Jedi Temple with the intent to leave his beloved daughter in the care of these Force-wielding wizards that aren't his general makes his skin crawl. Even with his disdain for the Jedi, it's still better than the alternative of Cara entering the foster care system, or even worse, being left in the care of her grandparents. That thought alone makes Wolffe bristle. At least with this arrangement, he can come and go within the Jedi Temple without explanation.

"Do you want to put your armor on?" Comet asks from across Wolffe.

Wolffe moves his gaze from the window to look down at Cara, who's still asleep in his lap, and then up at Comet. "Whenever I put my armor on, she thinks I'm leaving."

"Understood," Comet nods. "I'll have Aug– Warthog lug it to your new quarters."

Wolffe chuckles.

"I'll grab a box," Sinker says as he exits the speeder.

"I'll grab the other box," Boost says as he also exits the speeder.

Comet, Cara, and Wolffe are left alone in the speeder and Wolffe isn't keen on moving.

"You really don't want to do this, do you?" Comet asks.

"Would you?" Wolffe retorts, his disdain bleeding through. "Would you leave your kid with strangers? With Jedi?"

"It's not that bad," Comet says.

Wolffe huffs and looks back out the window. "You'll never understand."

"Guess not," Comet sighs. "I'll probably die before I fall in love and have a kid like you did."

Wolffe snaps his gaze back to Comet and glares at him. "Don't get insubordinate with me, Trooper."

"Wouldn't dream of it, Commander," Comet says before leaving the speeder.

Wolffe tilts his head back against the top of the seat and groans. He is such an idiot. Even after everything Comet did for him following his wife's death, everything he did for Cara, Wolffe still has the audacity to bite at him like he's some random shiny that stepped out of line. Pathetic. At least he continues to live up to his namesake, whether he's proud of it or not, because when you corner a wolf, it will lash out. He needs to get his fears, anxieties, and his temper under control.

"Daddy?" Cara says sleepily as she stirs on his lap.

Wolffe tilts his head back down and smiles. "Hi, baby."

Cara whines. "I wanna sleep."

Wolffe picks her up so she's sitting on his legs instead of laying on them, much to her protest. "Not yet. We need to get settled in our new room first, then you can have a nap."

Cara whines and wriggles against Wolffe.

"I know," Wolffe soothes as he exits the speeder and sits her on his hip. "Daddy wants a nap too, but can you stay awake for me for a little longer?"

Cara groans and moves restlessly in Wolffe's grasp.

"Close enough," Wolffe sighs.

Wolffe carries Cara towards the edge of the stairway leading up to the Jedi Temple, where his general and men are waiting for him. He grips her tightly in his arms, afraid that at any moment someone is going to rip her out of his arms and he'll never see her again. It's not an entirely irrational fear. The Jedi take children away from their parents all of the time. What makes his daughter so different from those children? What if he leaves her here and never gets her back?

"Calm yourself, Commander," Plo says when he senses Wolffe's trepidation through the Force. "There are no enemies within these walls, only the enemies we bring in from within ourselves."

Wolffe heeds his general's words of wisdom and steadies himself. He stares up at the daunting, stone stairway, takes a deep breath, and releases it slowly. He's as ready as he will ever be, and he hasn't even gotten to the hard part yet. Nevertheless, he steps forward, and his men step forward with him in solidarity. A silent march up the Jedi Temple steps towards a new normal. A terrifying new normal, for both him and Cara, and this is only the beginning of it.

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Imagine being friends with the Human!DCA(s?) and while you two are joking around at the end of your night shift, you (non-seriously ofc) ask Moon for a "kiss good night." You are not expecting him to actually do it.

i adore this omg!

If I'm honest, you could probably read this as animatronic or human AU, but it was written with the intention of being a human, or at least a humanoid-robot AU! The Daycare Attendant is still the Daycare Attendant, and Moon is still the slightly terrifying side of the attendant that only comes out at night!

Even though you managed to nurture a friendship with Moon, it was no secret that they could be... erratic. They were so used to being seen as scary or mean that even when you had an established friendship, he kept his distance 90% of the time.

(The other 10% consisted of them going out of their way to try and mess with you, usually by manner of jumping out at you when you least expect it in the darkness. Somehow, even though you knew nothing in there can hurt you, it still made you jump.)

Still, a lot of progress had been made. You could talk to Moon without him all but hissing at you like a threatened cat, and since starting the friendship you noticed them relaxing more and more around you. They still acted somewhat creepy sometimes, and more than often you turned around to see red eyes staring unblinkingly at you. It didn't scare you anymore, at least not much.

Over time, however, you noticed Moon becoming antsier and antsier. He became clingier to you than usual, getting somewhat huffy whenever you have to leave and just. Looking at you a lot more. There were times when you'd been working on something at the security desk, using what little light remained in the artificial nighttime state of the daycare, only to look up and see them looming over you in silence (even if they're not the full 9 feet of their original animatronic design, they are still god damn tall).

To your credit, you took it in stride. If he wanted to hurt you, he would have done it, and he seemed to respond better when you didn't acknowledge that they still had the ability to send your prey instinct through the roof whenever you caught them watching you - they felt bad when they scare you unintentionally, so you decided to respond by completely overcompensating.

That is, whenever they freaked you out, you responded by returning the favour, in a very different way.

The almost comical reaction they had when you caught him watching you, and instead of jumping, responded with a "Like what you see?" was something you wish you could experience for the first time again and again.

You had never seen them fluster before, and something in you wanted to do it again.

So, you did. Many, many times. It became almost commonplace, with Moon slowly warming up to the jokes the way he did to everything else, although it never seemed to stop catching them off guard.

If part of you started to suspect there was something there, you'd never seriously admit it though. These were all definitely just jokes. (Who were you fooling?)

Which is why, when, on your way out of the Daycare, you spotted Moon doing what can only be described as lurking just in sight of the doors, you were not expecting anything to come out of your teasing "What, do you want a goodnight kiss or something?"

What you got instead, however, was them to tilt their head in consideration, before crossing the space between you much too quickly and doing exactly that.

It was inexperienced, their uncertainty almost palpable as you froze, going to pull back after a few seconds as if they thought they'd made the wrong choice. And then you got over the shock and pulled him back in. Just as you were processing that oh my god he was kissing you and you were not complaining, Moon pulled away for good this time, leaving you stunned with a slightly breathless "Good night," and disappearing to god-knows-wherever.

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Chapter 16

Summary: The Great Depression took its toll on a lot of people and some had to get creative to survive. Seraphina’s father decides his solution is to sell his only daughter to a much older man. But when Sy overhears a conversation about the young woman, he makes a decision that will change his life - and Seraphina’s - forever.

(An arranged marriage AU with Captain Syverson)

Pairing: Sy and OFC Seraphina

Word count: 3,500+

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6, Chapter 7, Chapter 8, Chapter 9, Chapter 10, Chapter 11, Chapter 12, Chapter 13, Chapter 14, Chapter 15, Chapter 16

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It was early in the morning, everything still dark out, when Sy woke me up by kissing my neck and shoulders. His beard rubbed against my skin, the familiar scratch enough to bring me out of sleep. I reached behind me and put my hand on the back of his head, running my fingers against the soft fuzz of his hair.

“Happy anniversary, honey bee,” he rasped in my ear.

I smiled. “Happy anniversary,” I whispered back.

“I can’t believe you’ve been mine for three whole years.” He pulled me to him tighter. “I knew you was something special when I first met you but I had no idea I’d be marrying my best friend.”

“Best day of my life.”

“Shh. We got our baby sleeping over there. Don’t let her hear you say that,” he whispered teasingly.

“Well, she wouldn’t be here if it weren’t for us getting married so I stand by it.”

He pressed his mouth to my shoulder and let his warm lips linger for a bit. “Alright. That’s fair.”

My eyes had adjusted to the dark and I turned my head to look at him. More had happened in our first year together than had happened in my whole life. We’d gone from total strangers to husband and wife to best friends to sweethearts to parents. But none of it would’ve happened if Daddy hadn’t sold me. I moved my hand to his jaw and stroked it gently. “Was I worth all that money you paid Daddy?”

He smiled and bent his head to kiss my mouth. “Every penny, baby. Every penny.”

We laid there together for a bit just holding each other but once I started drifting back to sleep, he let go of me and tucked me back in after he got up. I slept a little longer but once the sun started peeping through the window, I knew it was time to get up and start my day.

I got dressed and was putting on the bee locket that Sy had given me when Hazel Mae woke up. I smiled as she sat up in her little bed that wasn’t far from ours. She looked so serious as she brushed her messy curls away from her rosy cheeks. “Good morning, sweetheart. Did you sleep good?” I asked her.

She nodded and looked around the room. “Papa with the animals?”

“He is. He’s taking care of all the animals and then he’ll come have breakfast with us.”

“Can my have oatmeal?”

Hazel Mae had a habit of sometimes saying ‘my’ instead of ‘I’ and even though I knew I should’ve corrected her, I thought it was too sweet to stop. Sy thought so, too, although his favorite was when she’d say ‘lellow’ for ‘yellow’. He’d point out every single yellow thing he could find and ask her what color it was just to hear her say it. We both decided we’d teach her right as she got older but she’d only be little once.

“Yes, Momma can make you some oatmeal. That sounds mighty good,” I said. “I bet Papa would like a big bowl, too.”

Me and Hazel Mae went out to the kitchen and I got her settled down at the table with her dolly who she started rocking and singing to, as I went to the stove to get the oatmeal started. I’d just finished up when Sy came in.

He immediately came over to me and wrapped his arms around my waist then kissed my neck. “Good morning, Mrs. Syverson.”

I smiled. “Good morning, Mr. Syverson. How’s the farm?”

“Noisy and smelly as always.”

I laughed. “Breakfast is done. Go wash up and I’ll fix you a bowl.”

He let go of me, his hand rubbing sweetly on my hip as he stepped away. Then he went and told Hazel Mae good morning and gave her a kiss before going to wash up.

I put Hazel Mae’s oatmeal on a plate to cool off faster and left it on the counter so she wouldn’t be tempted to stick her little hands in it, then gave her half a piece of toast to eat while she was waiting. I put Sy’s in a bowl and set it on the table for him along with a cup of coffee.

“Momma, Papa’s oatmeal hot?” Hazel Mae asked as I was getting a bowl of my own.

“Yeah, sweetheart. It’s hot. Don’t touch it.”

“My blow on it for him,” she said.

“What?” I turned around and saw Hazel Mae standing up on her chair, leaning over Sy’s bowl of oatmeal, and watched her blow, spitting bits of her toast all over it. “Oh, honey, no!”

She stopped and looked up at me. Her little lip trembled for a moment and then she started crying. Sy came rushing out of the bathroom and when she saw him, she reached out for him. “Papa!” she cried.

He made it over to her in about three long steps and picked her up. She threw her arms around his neck and cried into the crook of it. He patted her back, trying to calm her down. “What’s wrong, sweetie? What happened?” he asked. She was wailing and wouldn’t answer him. He looked at me, his eyebrow raised in question.

“She wanted to cool your oatmeal down so she was blowing on it for you,” I said. “She’s upset ‘cause I stopped her.”

He peeked down at his bowl and I reckon he saw all the little bits of toast because he started laughing and tried holding it back. “Aw, sweetie, Momma isn’t being mean, she just didn’t want you to get hurt is all,” he said, his body shaking as he fought back his laugh. “That was mighty sweet of you to try to help Papa out like that.”

I went over to the table and picked up his bowl. “You can have mine and I’ll make you some more,” I told him.

He shook his head. “Just scrape the top off. I’ll eat it.”

“You sure?”

“Yeah. It’s fine.” He sat down at the table in his seat still holding Hazel Mae. He rocked her until her crying let up some. “Let me look at you, Little Bit. Let me see your face.”

I watched from where I was scraping the top of his oatmeal into the scrap bucket as she pulled away from his neck and sat down on his lap, then looked up at him. Her face was red and wet and her little lip just kept wobbling. Sy wiped her tears away and dried off her cheeks with a napkin from the table.

“There’s my girl.” He lowered his face to meet her eyes. “I know you were trying to help by cooling off my breakfast and that was mighty sweet of you, but it’s very hot and Momma didn’t want you to get burnt, alright? She didn’t mean to upset you.”

Sy calmly tried to reason with her and I apologized for hollering out like I did, but she still wanted to stick right with him all through breakfast and even afterwards. So once we were done eating, he took her down to the barn with him while I tidied up the kitchen.

While I was cleaning, I kept stopping to adjust my brassiere under my dress. I knew it was crude to do it out in the open but the only people that should have been coming in the house were Sy and Hazel Mae and it was pestering me something awful. Even though I knew it hadn’t, it felt like it had shrunk somehow. Like it was digging into my skin. Once I was done cleaning up, I decided to go put on my other brassiere. It wasn’t as comfortable, I saved it for when we’d go to church or go into town, but it was better than the one I had on. As I was taking it off, I noticed my breasts were more tender than usual. Sometimes it happened before I had my monthly blood and for a moment, I thought that’s what it was. But once I started thinking about it, I realized I hadn’t bled in a while. We’d been so busy, I hadn’t even thought about it. I knew there could be a few reasons for it but only one was sticking out in my mind right then.

I put on the other brassiere and sure enough, it was tight, too, so I decided to forego wearing one and put on a top slip under my dress instead. It would work for being on the farm but I’d have to order a new one soon. Once I’s changed, I left the house and went out to the barn. Sy was brushing down Betsy while Hazel Mae was a few feet away playing with the baby chicks. She had one scooped up in her hands giving it kisses. I hadn’t ever seen chicks let someone love on them the way ours let Hazel Mae do but they sure seemed to enjoy it. They were the most spoilt chickens in the whole state.

When Sy saw me walking towards him, he smiled. “Have I told you how pretty you look?” he asked, running the brush across Betsy’s neck.

I shook my head but smiled back. “Not today.”

“Well, you’re the prettiest thing I ever seen.”

“Ain’t you ever gonna get tired of me?” I asked, stopping next to him.

“No, ma’am. I don’t reckon so.” He paused his brushing to look down at me. “You gonna get tired of me?”

I shook my head. “Never.”

“Good.”

He smiled as he bent down to kiss me. I put my hand on his neck, drawing him closer as our lips touched. I kissed him harder and he growled into my mouth as I tangled my other hand up in the front of his shirt. I felt like I couldn’t get him close enough. When Sy pulled away he chuckled as I tried to follow his lips. But all he had to do was raise his head and he was out of my reach.

“That was a mighty good anniversary present,” he said, grinning.

“I got an even better one.”

He laughed and dropped his hand down to my hip. “I’m looking forward to that.”

“Me, too. Although it might take a bit to get here.”

“It’ll be night time before you know it. Then you can give me whatever present you want,” he said, giving me a cocky smirk.

“You are something else, Hoyt Syverson,” I said with a laugh. “But that’s not the present I was talking about.”

His brows pinched together. “Then what are you talking about? You didn’t actually buy me something did you? Because you made me promise I wouldn’t spend a dime this year and I behaved myself.”

“No. I didn’t spend no money. It’s a…homemade gift.”

His confusion grew even further. “Then how’s it going to take a bit to get here, woma -” I grabbed his hand and moved it from my hip, placing it on my belly instead. His eyes moved from confusion to excitement in just a few seconds. Then his whole dang face lit up like a kid’s. “Are you joking with me?”

I shook my head. “No. I might be wrong but I ain’t joshing you,” I said. “My breasts are tender and swollen to the point I’m already outgrowing my under things and when I was thinking back on it, I realized I haven’t had my cycle in a while. We’ll have to wait and see to know for sure but…I think it’s safe to say we’re going to have another baby.”

He dropped Betsy’s brush and swept me up in his arms as he kissed me. I wrapped my arms around his neck, kissing him back. He was holding me so tight it hurt my chest but I wasn’t about to make him stop for nothing. He twirled me around in that barn like I was a princess or something and I couldn’t help but giggle. He started smiling so wide that between the two of us, we had a hard time kissing because our lips were too distracted by how happy we were.

“Best present ever, honey bee,” he whispered.

“What you doin’, Papa?” Hazel Mae asked. She was knelt down on the barn floor, setting the little chick back on the ground with its brothers and sisters.

“I’m giving your momma a great big bear hug to show her how much I love her,” Sy said.

She pushed a curl out of her eye. “Can my have a bear hug?”

“Yes, ma’am. Come on over here.”

Sy set me down and I let go of his neck. When Little Bit got to us, I picked her up and held her in my arms, then Sy hugged us both, putting her right between us. She lay her head against my shoulder and Sy kissed her temple. Our sweet daughter was the light of our lives and I couldn’t wait to see how much brighter it could get with another baby.

That night me and Sy laid in bed listening to the rainstorm outside. His hand just kept rubbing my belly. “What do you think it’ll be?” he asked quietly, trying not to wake Hazel Mae.

“I don’t know.” I looked at him. He seemed so contented. “You think we might get our little Isaac this time?”

“Maybe,” he said. “But if we don’t, that’s alright. We could end up with all girls and I’d be happy.”

I put my hand on his cheek. “What if it’s not a baby causing all this? What if it’s something else?”

“I’d still be happy,” he said. “You make me happy.”

“You make me happy, too,” I said, brushing my thumb across the bristles of his cheek.

“I know I told you this all before but…before we got married, I thought I’d be alone my whole life. I thought when I lost Ma that was it. I didn’t have no more family. I thought I’d work myself to death here on this farm and that would be the end of it,” he said. “I just stayed here living in my own hurt and anger. Then I met you and…” He blew out a breath. “Golly-bum, Seraphina, you were like an angel to me when I saw you standing at the top of the steps on your daddy’s porch.

“I knew that making sure you didn’t get married to Jud was the right thing to do and I had hoped you would learn to trust me enough to make friends with each other, but I didn’t think for a second that it would ever lead to anything more. And it broke my heart, honey bee, absolutely broke it, when you thought I was going to force you to lay with me on our wedding night. Knowing how scared you must’ve been thinking that someone as big as me was just going to take what they wanted from you and you wouldn’t have no say in it. I took marrying you seriously but that night…I vowed I’d do everything I could to give you a safe and happy life.”

I had tears welling up in my eyes as I cupped my hand to his face. “You did, Sy. You’ve made me feel safe and taken care of ever since I got here,” I told him. “Even the first time you told me you loved me, you let me stay with you because I was scared and you didn’t touch me no way you thought I might not want to be touched, you were just sweet to me and told me you loved me. And from then on, I ain’t had a second of doubt in my mind. You tell me every day but even if you didn’t, you say it in everything you do to take care of me and Hazel Mae. And I know if we get blessed with another baby, you’ll do it for them, too. It’s hard to say that what Daddy did to me was the right thing, ‘cause I don’t think it was, but it let me find you and that’s the most right thing that’s ever happened in my life.”

A big streak of lightning flashed outside our window and I could see that Sy had tears in his eyes, too. He pressed his forehead to mine. “You’re the most right thing that’s ever happened to me, too, honey bee.”

I kissed him as thunder sounded overhead, shaking the house along with it. I knew it was just the storm but it felt like it was every bit of Sy’s love calling out for me as it did. His love was strong enough to make the house shudder and rattle my bones. I truly believed that. Another clap rang out as he slipped his tongue into my mouth. A second later, Hazel Mae started crying and we both broke apart quick as could be.

“Momma! Papa!” she cried.

I sat up in bed and Sy followed right after me. He turned, swinging his feet down to the floor, just as she came running to him in the dark. He scooped her up and held her tight to him while she wrapped her arms around his neck.

“Did that loud storm wake you up?” he asked, patting her back. She nodded her little head. He kissed the side of it. “It’s alright, sweetheart. Papa’s got you.”

I moved closer and brushed my hand over her hair. “It was awfully loud, wasn’t it?” I asked, and same as she did with Sy, she just nodded her head as she continued to cry. “It’s only the sky making noise, though. It can’t hurt you.”

“Can my -” Her breath hitched, hurting my heart. “Can my sleep with you?”

“Of course you can, sweet girl.”

I scooted back, giving Sy room to turn and lay down. Hazel Mae let go of his neck and he put her between us. He dried the tears from her face with his thumb then we both kissed her big round cheeks until she stopped crying and was giggling instead.

“That’s what I like to see. My little ladybug happy,” Sy said.

She pushed the curls off her forehead then she looked at Sy. “My dolly,” she said, reaching towards her bed.

“I’ll get it,” he told her.

He got out of bed and went over to her little one, searching through the blankets for her dolly. It took him a few seconds to find it in the dark but finally he did and brought it back to her. She clutched it tight and kissed its head. But there was another loud clap of thunder and she whimpered, curling up to me.

“It’s alright, sweetheart,” I told her, hugging her close.

Sy scooched over, throwing his arm across my hip so we had Little Bit snuggled up between us. “You tell that sky it needs to go to bed. It’s up past its bedtime and keeping the rest of us awake.”

“Go to sleep sky!” Hazel Mae said, looking up at the ceiling. “It’s past bedtime!”

“That’s right,” Sy told her. “It’s not kind to be noisy and wake people up.”

“It’s not nice sky!” she hollered up. It thundered again. She didn’t seem scared that time but she looked at Sy. “It’s not listening, Papa.”

“That mean ol’ sky being naughty.”

“Maybe Papa could sing it a song, see if that’ll make it go to sleep,” I said.

He grinned at me. “You just wanna hear me sing.”

“I sure do,” I said, grinning back. “What do you think, Hazel Mae? Do we want Papa to sing for us?”

She nodded and turned towards Sy. “Sing a song. Please?”

“Alright,” he said. “Let me think of one.”

I looked at him as a flash of lightning lit up the whole bedroom. Hazel Mae sunk back against me and clutched her dolly tight. His hand on my hip gave me a soft squeeze, and then he started singing.

“I am dreaming dear of you, day by day. Dreaming when the skies are blue, when they’re gray. When the silvery moonlight gleams, still I wander on in dreams, in a land of love, it seems, just with you. Let me call you ‘sweetheart’, I'm in love with you. Let me hear you whisper that you love me too. Keep the love-light glowing in your eyes so true. Let me call you ‘sweetheart’, I'm in love with you. Longing for you all the while, more and more. Longing for the sunny smile, I adore. Birds are singing far and near, roses blooming everywhere. You, alone, my heart can cheer; you, just you. Let me call you ‘sweetheart’, I'm in love with you. Let me hear you whisper that you love me too. Keep the love-light glowing in your eyes so true. Let me call you ‘sweetheart’, I'm in love with you.”

The storm had passed over enough by the time he finished singing that it wasn’t loud no more. Just quiet rumbles in the distance and rain gently falling. And Hazel Mae was sound asleep.

I brushed my hand over her head, running my fingers through her curls. “You ready to have another baby to sing to?” I whispered to Sy.

He smiled. “Yes, ma’am,” he said. “More than ready.”

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Hey would you mind if you could do a Vtsom headcanon? Which character does like to be hug and able to give hug as affection to Y/N or Mc? (I don't know exactly how to describe it)

Ofc! I was surprised that I got a Vtsom request so soon since it’s pretty underrated. But ofc we love to hug some of these charters. Take ‘em to therapy while we’re at it 😔For the sake of it we will be doing are main 3 bois. 👹👌🏻

Order up!

Hug rating headcanons

Fandom: VTSOM

Charters:

Vincent Edgeworth

Victor Blake

Draco Edgeworth

Theme: fluff

Vincent Edgeworth

5/10

.This man sucks tbh 🫡

.He dose not seem to be a very affectionate person at first

. Or at least was never given that much physical attention in his life

. But if you normally show affection like hugs or cuddling he might try and sneak in a hug

.mostly his hugs can be stiff but once he gets use to it

.you might as well drop what you’re doing

. His hugs become really warm and you just melt

. One time you got scared when he hugged you from the back

. But when you felt his arms around your waist while his head was laying on your shoulder

. You never felt safer

.Its a 50/50 if his hugs are really affectionate

.But he normally gets stunned when you give him a hug

.He will just stand there one arm rapped around you while the other lays on your head

“good day love. I wouldn’t mind if you rest with me. I don’t want you overworking yourself. Not when I am here to take care of you.”

Draco Edgeworth

Slightly better then his brother 7/10

.Even tho like his brother he didn’t really get that much physically attention

. He is slightly more open to these type of things

.tho the main problem is that his normally to busy to give you hugs

. A quick hug or peck on the cheek is the best you can do

. So it’s normally you giving him the hugs

.But it’s really sweet when he hugs you

.like when he comes back home after leaving all day

. You were right there sitting on the couch reading.

. He walked over siting beside you

.Before you could of ask how he was-

. He wrapped his hands over your shoulders resting his face over your own

. He pulled you close hugging you there for over a minute or so before saying something

“I missed you love..can we stay like this for a little more.?”

“Of course Draco. You can rest all you want. Before you went back to reading. The silence was peaceful.”

Victor Blake

The best mf 9/10

.He is the one to hug you.

Day.afternoon.night

. His love language is definitely Physical touch

. He loves to hug you before picking you up bridesmaid style.

. It becomes a daily thing for him to hug whenever he can

. Tho he can be slightly flustered when you are the one hugging him

.Normal front face hugging and back hugging is what he dose

. Even those hugs when you run up and jump into his arms while he holds your thighs so you don’t fall

.one if not the most affectionate guy you have met

. It was a normal early morning . You were walking around the house looking for Victor

.And to your lovely surprised he was standing near the counter with lazy eyes and coffee

.You walked over wrapping around him while your still sleepy self, laying your head on to his chest

. You heard him place his coffee down

.Wrapping his hands on your neck. His arms lazying hanging beside your head. using your Shoulders as support

. Placing his head onto of your own resting his head and eyes

“Still sleepy? No worries love you can stay here with me. You and I can stay like this for as long as you want.”

Yipeee order is complete 👹. I hope anyone reading this enjoyed the headcannon. Even tho I am new at this I am open to ideas on how to make my writing better. But it was nice doing something wholesome for such a dark game.Hope you enjoy the little drawings. I am planning on using those for most if not all fanfics 🫡. I need to keep drawing since I have zero ideas.💟

Have a good day/night.

#gender nuetral reader #vtsom x reader #vtsom #vincent edgeworth #draco edgeworth #victor blake #sweet cafe #fluff #drawing

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