#come pick up your crazy fished husband

[allherfuckingtears]

Got a secret, can you keep it?

Summary: Certain news leave you devastated as you walk into the hands of your not so gentle husband.

Characters: dark!Steve Rogers x wife!reader

Warnings: non/dubcon elements, allusion to sexual content, violence, (forced) pregnancy, power imbalance, dark elements

This story contains dark elements, be aware. 18+

Note: Just a little something for @cockslutpadalecki 15 sentence challenge. Haven't written anything in a long time, so bare with me.

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Soft snowflakes dance down the sky, landing on three inch blankets of snow covering once pristine green gras. The suns shines proudly, making the snow glisten like the 24-carat diamond resting heavy on your ring finger. But even the beautiful scenery doesn't reach you. A picture that once would have made you smile like a child on Christmas, now only suffocates you further. Fingers play with the tiny charm on your necklace, a nervous habit picked up when you were younger, as you stare out of the window of your prison, trying desperately to keep the tears and screams inside as the two blue lines mock you. 

You refuse to accept your fate. It can't be true. Not again. 

Tiny hands grab onto your forearm. "Mommy, Mommy", the voice startles you. "What is that?", curious fingers fish for the plastic stick sitting next to you. 

"Nothing, Jay", you push the test out of his reach, as it disappears in your back pocket. "Don't worry about it, baby." 

"Mommy, you've been crying! Why have you been crying?"

"What…" Your fingers meet wet cheeks. - You have been crying. "No, no", you stumble on your words, desperately wiping your face. "I'm okay"

"But you… you've been crying!" The blue eyes looking down at you start to glisten as James' voice turns shrill. 

Panic rises as you desperately try to placate the little human in front of you. You sush him as you pull him down on the floor and into your lap, "Mommy's fine - see", you force a smile on your lips. "Everything's fine, baby. It's okay", you whisper into his hair as tiny arms wrap around your throat. "Have you seen the snow? It's crazy, look", you turn him towards the window. 

"So pretty…" he mumbles, eyes gleaming. "Maybe we can go out and play?" Excitement rises and he's out of your arms and in front of the window before you can even blink. "Please, Mommy!"

"Sure, Jay. But you'll have to wear something warm, okay? It's very cold outside" Standing up you brace yourself on the wall as your head spins.

"Not Jay, Mommy. James. Daddy doesn't like it", he scolds you, voice serious.

A shudder crawls down your spine at the mention of his father. You swallow as you look at the blonde toddler, his spitting image. "Daddy, doesn't have to know".

"Daddy doesn't have to know what?", a deep voice echoes. You jump turning around, heart beating as Steve stands in the doorway. 

"Daddy!", the little boy in front of you squeals, running into the arms of his father. Steve scoops him up off the floor as his cold eyes meet yours. You gulp. 

"Steve…", the whisper escapes you before you can think of what you actually want to say. He's not supposed to be here. Not for the next four hours. Bile rises in the back of your throat as the plastic stick stabs you in your lower back. You're going to vomit, you're sure of it. He looks at you expectantly, gaze turning sterner when you don't move. When you don't greet him like he trained you to. 

"Y/N", his voice snaps, jaw ticking. "Now." 

But you can't. You can't. If you go to him now, if you give him the kiss he wants from you, he'll feel it. He'll feel the test. He'll know and there will be nothing you can do about it. No escaping your fate. Just like the last two times. You know you're done for when he lowers Jay on the ground, gaze still on you. 

"Go, check on your brother, James." He dismisses the boy. Jay looks at you before turning and running through the door. Leaving you alone. To unknowingly suffer at the hand of his father. 

"Kneel", the command comes as soon as his son is out of sight. "Before I fucking make you." You know you have no choice. If you don't do as he says, then he'll make you. This way, you might at least get a chance to hide the doom lingering in the back of your pocket once you inevitably have to ready yourself for your punishment. 

"Steve, please…", you plead as your knees hit the floor. You resume the familiar position, eyes down, palms up. You know exactly what to do. At this point it's basic instinct, a second nature forced onto you for the last four years. A barely audible whisper leaves your lips, a final entreaty before you inescapably have to give into his perverse fantasies, "Please… I'm sorry".

Colds hands find your chin, making you look at him. His thumb catches on your lip, pushing into your mouth. You hollow your cheeks, tongue swirling around the digit. Eyes pleading with him. His thumb presses on your tongue before he releases it with a loud pop. "Go on, baby. You know it's more fun for me when you beg."

#dark!steve rogers x reader #dark!steve rogers x you #dark!steve rogers #fifteen sentence challenge #look ma I did it - fifteen sentences #dark steve x reader #dark steve rogers #captain america #mcu smut #steve rogers imagine #steve rogers x reader #steve rogers smut #dark!steve x reader #dark steve rogers x y/n #steve x y/n #marvel x reader #dark fics

[midnightanxietytm]

Can you do Miles and Gwen babysitting Mayday in Earth-1610 while Peter and MJ are on a date on Earth-616, and Jeff and Rio walk in misunderstanding the situation, thinking the 2 became teen parents?

A/N: Thanks for the request! I had so much fun with it! 

Warnings: None! (except cavities because Mayday is too sweet)

Word count: 832

"Thanks for watching over her, Miles." MJ said with a calm smile. "Especially on such short notice…"

"Don’t let her stay up too late, okay? If she gets fussy at bedtime you can swing with her for a bit that usually calms her down." Peter added, face scrunched in worry as he passed May's bag onto Miles shoulder. "And don’t give her anything too sweet, the doctor told us to wait until she’s two."

The boy laughed, partially at his mentor, partially because the baby started climbing around his shoulders and pulling at his jacket strings. "Don’t worry you two! The portal is closing! Have fun!"

As the couple stepped through the portal, Miles turned around and looked down at Mayday in his arms. "You ain't gonna give me trouble are you?" He asked rhetorically as he poked at her cheek making her giggle. He climbed the window to his house, where Gwen was waiting while sat on his bed.

"Hi May Flower!" She said, completely ignoring Miles in favor of picking up May and spinning with her in a fluid motion. The baby moved her arms around, laughing like crazy.

They played around with her for a while, allowing her to swing around with her little web shooters and climb around the walls of his apartment, hopefully Miles' parents wouldn’t find any little handprints when they came back from their own date night.

Gwen especially had fun pretending to be a monster while chasing May around the ceiling, but Miles only calmed down and joined the fun after he used his own webs to make a safety net in case May fell down.

In two hours, they had managed to tire May down. She yawned and rubbed her little eyes. Gwen took this as a cue to change her and rock her on her arms until she fell asleep, while Miles cleaned the mess they had made.

Once the baby was out like a light, they sat down in the living room, her little head resting on Gwen's shoulder. 

Miles took a second to appreciate the moment, briefly petting Mayday's curls before leaning back on the couch. "That was… fun." He whispered.

"Yeah…" Gwen agreed. She was looking at him, their legs touching as they sat side by side on the couch, Miles' arm was behind her on the back of the couch, it would be so easy to rest it on her shoulders and-

The small noise of keys entering the door alerted both of them, and their heads turned to face the entrance immediately, leaving them no time to react once it opened.

Jeff walked in first, turned on the lights, then looked up and saw his son, with a girl, on his couch, with a baby. He stopped on the doorway, shocked.

Rio frowned when she saw her husband stop so suddenly, she had to go around him, only to see  her son, with a girl, on her couch, with a baby. Her mouth went agape as everyone in the room stared at each other, wide-eyed.

"Why is there a baby in my house?" Jeff was the first to speak, sounding both confused and incredulous.

"Miles Gonzalo Morales, that baby better not be yours!" Rio exclaimed in a hushed low voice, her motherly instincts being the only thing keeping her quiet in the presence of the sleeping baby.

"What?! No! Mom-" He said, choking down his laughter. “She’s a friend’s kid, We’re babysitting.” Miles looked over at Gwen, whose face was red from trying to hold her own laughter.

“Hi, Mr. Morales, Mrs. Morales.” She said, having finally learned the etiquette of their household.

Rio inhaled deeply out of relief. “Hello, Gwanda.” And she turned back to Miles; “When is this… friend of yours coming to get his child?”

“Uhm…” Miles said, fishing his phone out of his pocket. “Pretty soon actually.”

It took about twenty minutes for Peter to get there, and Miles and Gwen had to endure the questioning looks and awkward small talk, all the while keeping little Mayday asleep, but once Peter and MJ finally texted Miles and they left the apartment to deliver May, both him and Gwen let out a sigh of relief before looking at each other and laughing.

“Thanks again, Miles.” Peter said once his daughter was cozily wrapped in his arms.

“No problem.” He said.

“She’s the sweetest.” Gwen added with a silly smile.

Back in the apartment, Rio stared at the door with a longing look, but it was Jeff who spoke first; “Do you think we’ll have grandkids?”

“Jeff!” She exclaimed, turning to her husband and hitting him on the shoulder; “Ay, he’s too young!”

He only laughed, passing an arm over her shoulder and pressing her against him. “Of course not now, I was just thinking.” Rio sighed in defeat, laying her head on his shoulder.

“That girl is not all bad… At least we know now that they are at least a little responsible…”

Thanks for reading! I think Jeff would be the best grandpa

#across the spiderverse #mayday parker #miles morales #gwen stacy #miles x gwen #peter parker #marry jane #spiderman #across the spider verse spoilers #rio morales #jeff morales #request #cuteness #into the spider verse #baby mayday

[june-girl-86]

Chapter 55

Old acquaintances and new faces on Boro-Borosa have to say goodbye in different ways.

Pairing: Din Djarin x OC Female!

ReaderRating: Mature/Explicit (+18)

Warnings: Canon-Typical Violence / Love / Action&Adventure / Blood&Violence / Drama & Romance / Slow Burn / Fluff&Smut

On Boro-Borosa, some cities, especially the capital Amos, had formed from the smallest oases of the desert planet and still treasured them. But there were also many untouched places that were not inhabited by the masses. That was where the sand people had been drawn to. In the middle of the desert, at the foot of a mountain from which the spring that supplied the flourishing date palms with water gushed before it flowed into the lake amidst the green splendor. The fish in it were part of the diet of the inhabitants of the oasis. Many of the tents stood between the shady palm trees, and stables had been erected a little to one side. Eopis, banthas and other farm animals were responsible for agriculture and food. The Tusks were once again leading a peaceful life on Bora-Borosa.

Basmah stepped out of her tent, Yamha had finally fallen asleep. The little girl was becoming more and more agile and curious about the world. Her husband sat in front of the campfire, nodding to her. The pipe he always indulged in at night protruded from his mask. He pointed to the free cushion next to him, but she shook her head. Basmah wanted to stretch her legs a little. The glow of the campfires or the torches could be seen everywhere. There were whispers so as not to wake the sleeping people. A breeze moved the palm leaves and let the moonlight through, which was reflected on the surface of the lake. Basmah walked past it, hearing the snorting and humming of her animals. Normally they were asleep at this time of night, but something seemed to be keeping them awake.

The Tusken woman paused when she saw a figure sitting on a rock outside the palm trees. The shape looked familiar to her and Basmah tried to make loud noises so as not to frighten the blind woman. She touched Umm gently on the shoulder and the old woman smiled knowingly.

"What are you still doing here at this late hour?" she asked, crouching down in front of Umm. Basmah had been watching her for the last few days, Umm couldn't rest, did that have anything to do with Nhean's visit? He had not come alone, his wife had accompanied him for the first time. Umm was silent and the wind picked up again. Basmah shivered and reached for Umm's hand. It was very cold, how long had she been sitting here? Had she even eaten dinner?

"Come on, I'll take you back to your tent, you'll freeze to death here!"

Umm shook her head and lifted it. Basmah followed suit and looked up at the sky.

"I'm watching the stars. They have changed!"

The young woman noticed the multitude of stars shining so brightly next to the moon, something she had never noticed before. And then the words slowly sunk in for Basmah. She stared at Umm.

"What do you mean, you watch the stars?"

Umm squeezed Basmah's hand and she could see the old woman's happy features.

"The light shows me the way. There is no place so dark that the eye cannot spot a star. And now they all shine for me!"

Umm looked up again and closed her eyes. Basmah could see the tears glistening as they found their way. And then Umm's head slowly sank down onto her chest, returning her last breath to her home.

As the door slid open, Severin looked sternly at his colleague, who hung her head with a sigh.

"I'm sorry!"

Severin glanced at his watch.

"You're over half an hour late, Bice!"

She sighed again and dropped her bag next to her desk.

"I left on time, but they're going crazy in the city!"

Severin frowned.

"The coachmen had to catch their orbaks again. The animals have been running through the alleyways in complete disarray, destroying many traders' displays and the chickens have broken out of their cages in the market square. The parrots were screeching, and a trader who was on her way out with me said the noise was unbearable!"

Severin looked out of the window, where they could watch the hustle and bustle of the spaceport. Everything seemed the same as always and yet something seemed different.

"But the data is normal, apart from the one spike a few days ago, everything is fine!" he muttered to his colleague. She sat down in her seat and also checked the reports. None of the arriving tourists knew which inconspicuous building they were passing as soon as they left their ship to enter the city. And yet it was so important to inform everyone in good time if a disaster was about to strike. Time passed until Bice thoughtfully pressed a few keys and turned to Severin.

"Are you getting data from sector 4 at the oasis? I'm missing them!"

Severin looked and shook his head.

"No, I'm not getting anything either! But that would be at a completely different location, as it was measured a few days ago!"

Bice shrugged her shoulders helplessly and called one of her technicians. But he was busy in Raija. Bice ended the call and hesitated briefly before grabbing her bag and jumping up. She repacked her drink and Severin looked at her questioningly.

"I've already been to Sector 4, it'll be quicker if I take care of it myself!"

Her colleague agreed and looked after her as she left her workstation and hurried past the window outside. Bice took one of the speeders, which also contained tools, and set off.

Bice slowly approached the green oasis that lay sheltered at the foot of the mountain. She knew that Tusken lived here, but that they were peaceful. Nevertheless, she didn't want to be rude and simply storm into their home. She stopped the speeder at a rock and took off the sand goggles and the cloth. She shook out the sand before putting it in her bag. Bice got out, grabbed her bag and the toolbox. As she walked past the rock, she noticed the bowl on top and the many fruit pits inside. Bice walked on, approaching the palm trees and the small settlement. It was very quiet for the time of day, which surprised her a little. But as she walked past the tents to get to the stream that would lead her up the mountain, she smelled it. Bice paused and closed her eyes. Neroli, the scent of bitter orange blossom. She guessed why it was floating in the air. In Amos, too, it drifted through the alleyways from the windows when people mourned the dead and sought solace in their grief. The flowers exuded the peace that was so urgently needed in these times. So the Tusks had a loss to mourn. Bice sighed, sorry to have to disturb the sand people. The stream babbled along and Bice climbed the hill. A few children came towards her, waved and ran back to their village. Before she reached the ledge, she was spotted by the adults. Bice stopped and bowed her head. She would not go any further until she got a sign. A woman stepped up to her, a small body stirring beneath her robe, and Bice smiled at her counterpart.

"I'm sorry, you're in mourning!"

The woman nodded, her eyes reddened yet composed.

"I have to go to the cave, fix the sensor!"

The Tusken woman stepped aside and Bice thanked her. She left the mourners behind and set to work.

Bice had thought it would be a matter of a few minutes, but the repair took several hours and when she stepped out of the cave, she was greeted by the soothing scent and the setting sun. From her vantage point, she had a beautiful view of it and she took her time. After the last red dot had disappeared, she descended the slope. There was a pot of soup simmering over the fire and Bice realized how hungry she was. She hadn't even touched her snack yet.

"Is everything ready again?"

Startled, Bice moved to the side, she hadn't noticed the Tusken woman. It was the same one who had greeted her this morning. Bice nodded.

"Yes, now I hope my colleagues can receive all the data again. I didn't want to disturb your ritual!"

The woman smiled, you could see it in her eyes, which were the only ones uncovered.

"We gave Umm back to the Creator shortly after she died. The loss will be with us for some time!"

Bice nodded in understanding.

"I am Basmah and I would like to ask you to join us for dinner. You've been working all day!"

Before Bice could refuse, her stomach growled loudly and the women giggled. While the Tusken retreated to their tents to eat, Bice sat down on a cushion under the open sky and enjoyed the soup. It was not only filling, but also warmed her up. In the city, you didn't notice the cold after sunset as much as you did out here. Basmah joined her again, holding her child in her arms, who rubbed her eyes tiredly but didn't want to fall asleep. Bice felt the same and yawned. She shook herself, she still had to go back.

"Does the speeder have autopilot?"

Bice sighed.

"It's a work machine, why would it have that luxury equipment in it?" she scoffed and Basmah laughed. The baby babbled too, as if the little one knew what it was all about.

"Stay here. We always have a tent free!"

Bice wanted to object, but she could feel the tiredness in her limbs and knew she wouldn't get far without falling asleep. She agreed and asked to be shown to her sleeping place.

The baby cried loudly and Bice opened her eyes tiredly. It was a strange cry and slowly she sat up between her blankets. In addition to the crying, she also heard the bleating of the Eopis and snorting of the Banthas. The voices of the Tusken joined in, trying to calm the animals. Bice put on her shoes and left the tent. Most of the fires were out, torches burning, and yet this infinitely star-studded sky was so appealing that this was the first thing Bice saw. Then she heard the beeping of one of her devices in her work bag.

But before she could get back into the tent, she felt strange, the sensation traveling through her body. Creeping up from her legs, it made her tremble. She felt unwell, dizzy and as if everything was spinning. She tried to hold on, but even the fabric of the tent swayed and she understood that the ground was shaking. This was joined by the humming coming from below. In addition to the sounds of the animals, which had sensed the danger much earlier than all the sensors and had not recognized it. Rocks could be heard rolling down the slope, breaking away from the mountain. The Tusks wailed in their own language, but did not scream. They probably didn't want to worry the children any more. Bice felt sick, hopefully the slope wouldn't slide down and they would be buried under it. And then it stopped. The humming disappeared and the animals stopped complaining. The swaying subsided and yet Bice clung to the fabric of her tent for several minutes as if it could give her a firm hold. It was quiet, no one made a sound, even her tool had fallen silent again. And then her Komlink beeped in this strange silence. With trembling hands, she pulled it out of her pocket and when she activated it, she heard Severin scream. Bice sank to her knees and couldn't believe it. Amos was in ruins...

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@the-rain-on-kamino

#the burden of responsibility #the mandalorian #the mandalorian fanfic #tusken #tusken raiders #bora borosa #star wars fanfiction #star wars

[redheadspark]

For your June prompts

7. A summer getaway—two people, one room, backpacking around a bucket place location. With Oliver I think it'd be SO CUTEEE to go backpacking with him!!

A/N - STELLA! This is great for Oliver! Thanks for requesting this, anon!

Worth It

Summary - Oliver takes you hiking on your anniversary

Warnings - Just some fluff!

“How long until we’re there, Oliver!  This pack is killing me!”

“Come on, luv!  We have another few minutes until we make it!”

“You said that an hour ago!” 

Oliver chuckled as he reached back to find you grabbing at his hand, Oliver helping you catch up to him as you two were still trekking along the path.  The sun was starting to hang low, the sweat along your lower back and behind your neck was making you feel uncomfortable and in need of a long shower, and the bug bites near your ankles and elbows are about to make you scream out in frustration. 

Yet this was not your idea.  This was your husband’s idea.

You knew marrying Oliver was going to come with going on some of his crazy adventures.  Oliver loved being outdoors, and you did too. But Oliver loved truly being outdoors and getting his hands real dirty: camping out under the stars and fishing with his Dad during the summer.  He would always come back to school at Hogwarts with a new tan, some dirt under his nails, and a new thirst for dominating the Quidditch season.  

Now, a few years later and your second year of marriage, Oliver wanted to go on a small anniversary camping trip together.  Noting too crazy that he has done in the past with his own family since he knew you weren’t as versatile for being in nature.  He found a great campsite for your two to use for three days, planning out the hike to and from the campsite and then another hike to a small wizard BnB that he’s used in the past.  You trusted him, Oliver had a good sense of direction and he knew his way around the woods.  

The first half of the trip was amazing near the small river that was at the campsite.  Oliver used the expansion charm on your tent, making the inside of the ten the perfect size for two including a small kitchenette and a full sized bed.  You couldn’t complain since he made it as comfortable as possible for you, being the ever loving husband that he was.  Now you two were heading to the BnB, staying there for two days before heading home and back to reality.

“You’re doin’ great ya know,” He said to you as you both were going up the small hill.  You felt your thighs burning and your lower back aching at this point from wearing your backpack, “Just think of how accomplished you’re gonna feel after we’re done with this,” 

“Oil, you know I love you. I really do, but next time for our anniversary, can I pick what we can do?  Something less strenuous.” You said in a long breath as Oliver chuckled, “This is just as intense as your old quidditch practices back at school,”

“Those practices build character and you knew it!” Oliver reasoned as you glared at him, but he just smiled, “I promise, for our third anniversary, we’re going on go on a proper holiday out in the country….with no camping!  I promise!”

You were about to counter back with that offer when you two were finally at the top of the hill, overlooking a medium sized cottage that was already busy with patrons.  You were shocked at how quaint and lovely it was against the countryside and the meadow.  The chimney was already working with smoke pumping out, the sweet smell of a hearty meal was flying in your direction, and the laughter of little children playing out in the meadow filled your ears.  

“Wow,” You breathed Oliver laughing.

“I knew you’d like it.  Was it worth it?” Oliver asked you as you looked from the BnB over to him.  He too was even covered in sweat and a bit of grim from the hike, his tank top he was wearing was plastered to his chest and his brown eyes were almost brightened in the sunshine.  

“Yeah, yeah it was worth it,” you breathed.

You sighed in relief hoping out of the shower in fresh clothes, knowing that the turn-down bed in your room was waiting or you to use and to curl under the sheet like a cat. The fireflies were hovering near your window, giving the glow of the night near the high grass that was trying to creep into your open window as Oliver was coming into the bedroom with a tray fill with your favorite snacks.  

This Bed and Breakfast was pure heaven.  Oliver has known about the place for years, he would come as a teenager with his folks when they would go camping.  The owners have ran the BnB for decades, inheriting it from their own parents.  It was one of the oldest Wizarding BnB’s in Great Britain, well known to only being open to magic folk.  As soon as you walked in the door, you feel the magic everywhere.  

The owner and his wife knew Oliver and his family, already giving you two some treats after you checked in.  You had a great room on the first floor facing the herb garden, the bed was already turned down ready for use. 

As much as you were ready to take advantage of the quaint of BnB, you were exhausted to say the least.  Oliver let you take the shower first, going off to find the owners and chat a bit as you were scrubbing off everything on your skin.  It was a massive relief, the cool water on your skin and in your hair was just as good as taking a dip In the river.  Once you were out of the shower, you could tell you were beyond tired and ready for bed. 

You saw Oliver coming in with a massive tray of homemade soup, warm cider to drink in two massive goblets, and some rolls on the side.  Your stomach rumbled as he placed it on the bed.  

“How was your shower?” He asked as you looked at the spread that was on the tray.

“Glorious, but this looks much better,” You hummed as he carefully got on the bed, not wishing to spill anything since it looked so perfect.  Oliver looked just as pleased as you looked at the dinner.  You could tell there was love in the dishes, the sweet scene made your stomach turn in delight while you looked from your meal that was awaiting you to Oliver, “Oli….thank you,”

“Not a problem,” He replied as you shook your head and took his hand in yours.

“I mean it.  Thank you, for all of our anniversary that you planned. I know I wasn’t the best thinking partner at times, and I was complaining at some times too, but—“ You were cut off when Oliver leaned over to kiss you softly on the lips.  Your dinner tray was right in the middle of you two as you kissed him back just as carefully, feeling butterflies in your stomach while Oliver pulled away and gave you the kindest stare you knew was only meant for you.

“You were perfect,” he reassured you as he rubbed your arms, “I know I took you out of your comfort zone for this trip, you were such a trooper for all of it.  And being able to bring you to one of my favorite places that I grew up comin’ to, that means the world to me.  I know I owe you after this…but I’m just glad to be sharin’ this place with you,” 

Oliver was always someone with a heart of gold, and to be able to have his heart given to you by Oliver himself.  It was a no brainer that Oliver would be a great boyfriend to you, even before that when you two were friends on the Gryffindor Quidditch team.  It was a lucky coincidence that you two had feelings for each other, and lasting throughout your school years at Hogwarts and beyond seemed like a fever dream for others in your class.  But Oliver never once wanted to let you go, and vice versa.  

“Here, let’s have some dinner and then we can settle in for the night.  Tomorrow we have all day to figure out what we’re going to do,” Oliver said to you as he got a plate ready for you.  You had to give him credit for taking good care of you with such a simple gesture of getting you food to eat and letting you shower first. Oliver was always like that, and you didn’t think you deserved him.

So as you ate the hearty meal, clearing the applies after so Oliver can hop in the shower really quick, you settled under the covers to look out into the garden through the window as your fully stomach and low energy was about to make you pass out.  Yet you wait, even with heavy eye lids you waited for the one person who always held you when you were sleeping.

Once his arms were around you, you both fell into a deep sleep, dreaming of what tomorrow will be.

The End

June Summer Prompts

#hp fic #hp fanfic #oliver wood prompts #oliver wood x female reader #oliver wood fanfiction #oliver wood x reader #oliver wood #harry potter fanfiction #hp fanfiction #fanfiction #writing

[skyler10fic]

To Have and to Hold: Ch. 4 Invitation Creation

By Skyler10

Summary: Maria and Carol have a night out, and Daisy has an unexpected free night to create their wedding website and invitations.

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With each commitment and appointment, Carol felt Daisy relax a little more. For some reason, it didn’t stress Carol out as much. She even worried that she wasn’t worried enough. 

Maria had known Carol forever, and when Carol confessed this over dinner while Daisy worked late at the office, Maria rolled her eyes a bit. 

“Am I crazy?” Carol asked. 

“No, but you are ridiculous.” Maria cut up her fish and sighed. “You don’t have to be stressed about your wedding. That’s probably healthier, actually.” 

Carol considered it. “It’s not that I’m not stressed at all. Some of this stuff is frustrating and expensive. But it just doesn’t affect me the way it does her. Am I not taking it seriously?”

Maria shrugged. “Maybe it just doesn’t seem real to you yet. It’ll probably sink in at some point. Like, dress shopping—or suit shopping—whatever you want, or booking the honeymoon or getting the RSVPs back.”  

“I guess so. Still need to send out the invitations to get the responses back though.” Carol waved her bread. “See? I should be freaked out that we haven’t sent them yet, right?” 

Maria swallowed and took a different approach, “Well, when you do check something off the list, what does it feel like? Maybe you don’t realize you’re stressed until it’s gone.”

Carol thought about it as she chewed. An older couple sat at a table across from them. The husband poured more water for his wife, and the wife shared her shrimp with her husband. Carol tried not to stare as the man said something funny that made the woman light up with laughter. The years showed on their faces, but so did the joy. They were utterly comfortable with each other. 

“It’s that,” Carol said softly and indicated the table with the old married couple. “Every commitment we make to the wedding feels like a commitment to her, to our life together. That’s what matters to me. So yeah, it’s a relief to have details done, but I guess it just feels … right.” 

Maria smiled knowingly. “You should tell her that.” 

Carol agreed. She couldn’t read Daisy’s mind, but she could feel the tension in the air every time she tried to tell Daisy it wasn’t a big deal they had so much to do or that they didn’t have to rush things. It was a big deal, and Daisy needed to hear it.  

Maria changed the subject, showing Carol some ideas she had for her and Jemma’s bridesmaid dresses. Carol tried to focus on them, and she knew it was important with their appointment at the bridal shop coming up, but she realized one thing that did stress her out about the wedding: what she was going to wear. 

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Daisy had planned on working late, but she was done earlier than she thought she would be. Now she just had to wait on her team to finish running their tests before she deployed a new security patch tomorrow morning. They were still trying to find any vulnerabilities that could affect the rollout, but Daisy was pretty good at what she did, so she wasn’t stressed. She gathered up her stuff and made her way to her car, but she wasn’t in a hurry to get home. Carol was having dinner with Maria so Daisy knew she’d be home alone. 

She picked up some takeout on the way and settled in with her laptop at the kitchen table. It was always so quiet without Carol home. Daisy looked at the clock. It would probably be hours before Carol was back, too. Of course, it was good for Carol and Maria to get time together, especially without Monica needing all of their attention. But still, Daisy felt like being productive to make the time go faster while she waited. And that meant conquering wedding tasks. 

She broke the silence with a playlist of potential reception dance songs, opened her spreadsheet of guests, and texted a few to get updated addresses. 

Carol had picked out three invitation designs she liked equally well. It was a good trade-off: Daisy felt overwhelmed by too many choices and Carol couldn’t make a final decision, so giving Daisy a few options to pick from was a win-win. She mocked up a few with their names and details until she had a clear winner. Adding the information into the template was easy enough. For the registry information, she used the hyperlink to their wedding website’s registry page. They hadn’t quite decided on what, or even where, they were registering yet. One step at a time.

She held her breath as she submitted the design, paper choice, quantity, and print specifications to the printing company, which would turn it from a digital design to a high-quality, professional-looking card. In only two weeks, they would receive a box with all the invitations. She thought about having the company mail them to their guests, too, but she still had some unconfirmed addresses and didn’t want to wait. Plus, it just felt better to have some control over the process. 

It’s not that Daisy would normally be described as a control freak. There was just something about wedding planning on a budget under a tight deadline that brought out her perfectionist side. She didn’t tolerate vulnerabilities in her code, and this was another element of that side of her brain that needed everything to be as foolproof as possible. 

She and Carol had been through too much. Carol, especially, deserved the perfect wedding after the last few years she’d had. It was the least Daisy could do. And with her parents contributing financially as well as emotionally, Daisy felt responsible for managing it all. 

With dinner finished and the invitations ordered, she moved to the living room and turned on a wedding-themed reality show to stay focused before starting the next thing on her list: adding the online RSVP option to their website that she’d promised in the invitation. She fiddled with the plug-in’s code until she had it customized exactly the way she wanted it. She tested it and, as promised, it sent her an email with the information she entered in the form: name, email address, response, number of guests, and any dietary restrictions.  

“Huh,” Daisy mumbled to the empty room. “That was easy.” She had expected to find some flaw in the premade plug-in that would require her to spend time fixing it or to even get frustrated and end up writing her own. But somehow, it worked perfectly well. 

She texted her parents, Elena and Mack, and Jemma and Fitz the link and asked them to test it for her before she got too confident. While she waited for their responses, she watched the wedding TV show.

Some of the brides were drama queens, but others had meaningful stories behind the dresses they chose. Daisy dreaded this part herself. Technically the next thing on her list for tonight was finding a wedding band for Carol’s ring, inherited from Grandma Lian, which would be a challenge, but the dress shop appointment was what really occupied her anxious mind. There was the pressure to find wedding party dresses that Jemma, Maria, and Elena all liked. Then there was the question of her own dress. She assumed Carol would wear a pants suit like some of the queer women in the photos she’d mined for ideas. Carol wasn’t exactly butch or gender nonconforming enough to claim that label, but she wasn’t a girly girl either. Daisy couldn’t remember the last time she’d seen Carol in a dress. Probably college. 

But Daisy dreamt of that magical moment where the girl looks in the mirror and just knows that dress is The One. She knew it was silly, and perhaps she had watched too much TV, but some part of her needed that reassurance that at least one decision about this wedding would feel fated or fairytale.   

She opened the bridal shop’s website and scrolled through the dresses again. A disclaimer at the top of the screen noted that their in-person inventory might vary from what was shown online. They would have dresses in the store she couldn’t see on their website, and vice versa. Just in case, though, she saved a few in her favorites list. They had a variety of suits for women as well, and Daisy was confident Carol would be able to find something she liked from their options. She added a simple dress or two that Carol might like just in case. 

A pang of preemptive guilt hit that Carol was so easygoing. What if Daisy couldn’t find a dress she liked? Or what if she was the last one of their group stuck between too many options and made a rushed decision just to avoid annoying everyone else with her hesitancy? Daisy found a quiz about body types and dress shapes. Perhaps if she just did more research, she could eliminate some possibilities and find what would look good on her without having to try on a dozen at the store. 

An hour later, she realized she hadn’t ever made it to the jewelry site to order a wedding band. She might have also fallen asleep for a few minutes during a soft, sentimental part of the wedding show. She checked her phone to see that it was still on silent and she’d missed several texts from her friends and family responding to her messages about invitation addresses and testing the RSVP form on their site, and the last message was from Carol saying she was on her way home. Right on cue, Carol’s keys jingled outside as she unlocked the door. 

Daisy set her laptop aside as Carol walked in. 

“Hi.” Daisy smiled sleepily at her. 

“Hey, you didn’t have to wait up for me.” Carol hung her bag and coat on their hooks by the door and walked to the sofa to greet Daisy with a kiss. 

“I was doing wedding stuff.” She stretched and yawned, which didn’t help her case. Carol sat down next to her and slipped an arm around her back. 

“Wanna show me and then we can get to bed?” 

Daisy opened her laptop and showed Carol the RSVP page and how the test replies from their wedding party had come in. She then showed her the finished invitation and the estimated arrival date. The missing addresses in the spreadsheet that had come in via text could wait until the morning.

“Wow, good work, babe.” Carol kissed Daisy’s cheek. 

“You like the invitation?” 

“I really do. You did say on them that the registry information would be on the website though, so I guess we need to go register this weekend before we can send these out?” 

Daisy cuddled into Carol’s side. “You just wanna go around with those little scanner guns, huh?” 

Carol laughed. “Okay, caught me. I still need to finish my part of that with which stores have stuff we would actually want.” 

“And need.” Daisy pointed to the kitchen. “Dishes that match are one thing, but that old coffeemaker is going to die and that is not going to be a good morning.” 

“Mmmhm.” Carol agreed. “Goodbye college junk we got from the dorm giveaway bin—”

“Or thrift store,” Daisy added. 

“Hello, grown-up things that will last.” Carol slowly closed the lid of Daisy’s laptop before Daisy got tempted to start looking for registry gifts right now. Daisy set it aside and followed her lead to the bedroom. Carol filled her in on Maria’s life updates and their dinner together as they got ready for bed, but nothing too heavy of a discussion or related to the wedding. For now, they could just rest.

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[progectsau]

Still having trouble finding time to draw, so instead here is a written summary of each of the hedgehog’s waking up stories to later hopefully be drawn (1/2)

Sonic: As you saw in my Sonic he is found by Tails, who brought Sonic back to his house. After some suspicion on Sonic’s part, Tails shows sonic the escape pod on the beach he found him in, allowing for all the memories to come crashing down on Sonic. They had been attacked and he had ran with his family. He was shoved into an escape pod and sent down to earth. Noticing the rusting and various sea life stuck the pod, Sonic asks “what year is it?”

“2332” Tails replies, confused.

“I’ve been in there for 46 years.” Thinking that his family had perished, Sonic starts a new life with tails, until one day he meets a little girl with pink hair….

Amy: Dr. Rose tapped away at her computer, boredly filing reports. She sat back with a sigh and rubbed her temples. Today had been a long, slow day and it was only noon. Suddenly, her phone began buzzing, the screen displaying a photo of her husband.

“Hello?” She inquired as she held the device to her ear. “Everything alright, honey? I’m at work.”

“I found a little boy.” Her husband replied. “I know this sounds crazy but hear me out entirely. In a weird tank that must have been uncovered by the rock slide last week. Looks like it’s been in the forest for a long, long time. Sealed up with him inside some sort of goo. His hair’s pink and his eyes are like a lizard’s, Lana. This boy isn’t normal.”

Lana pursed her lips in thought. He was right, it did sound crazy. “Let me take my lunch and I’ll come over and see what’s up.”

Lana followed the address given to her. It was the usual hiking trail her husband took on days she had work and he didn’t. She struggled up the hill in her office wear, but eventually came across her husband, and indeed a pink haired boy next to an odd pod. The boy smiled and waved enthusiastically, the other hand holding one of her husband’s granola bars.

“Hi! Who are you?” He asked.

Her husband smiled fondly. “This is my wife I was telling you about.”

The boy turned to look at her once more, brows furrowed. “She doesn’t look like a doctor. All the doctors on the Ark were cold and old and had white coats on.”

That certainly brought on a lot more questions. Dr. Rose sighed and knelt down. “What’s your name, kiddo? Are you hungry?”

“I’m scarlett! And yes, super duper hungry!” The boy said with a toothy grin before pausing, fear in his face and turning once more to her husband. “Not that the granola bar isn’t enough. I’m not ungrateful, Mr.Darin I swear!”

“It’s quite alright, kiddo” Darin said. “I’m famished, let’s go get ourselves some food and you can tell us about yourself!”

And so, over messy bar burgers which Scarlet had apparently never had before, he told the Rose couple about how he was raised on a satellite with his brothers and sick sister. Him and his brother’s had been made by his sister’s grandfather to be “ultimate lifeforms”. Raised in a cold lab until they were attacked and put into those pods.

“What year was it when you were put in the pod?” Mr. Rose asked.

“2286! Why?” Scarlet replied between bites. The couple shared a horrified looks. 42 years was long time to be in a pod.

The rose couple ended up adopting young scarlet. The boy took to baking and gardening like a fish to water, and loved to talk endlessly. Eventually, the boy picked up tarot reading, being told by his cards to head to little planet for a fated encounter. Excited, Scarlet begged his parents to take him to Little Planet. The trio was not expecting to be attacked by a robot and saved a by a boy that had the same eyes as Scarlet.

“Sonic?” Scarlet choked, staring at the older in disbelief.

“Scarlet? I’m not hallucinating, am I?” Sonic, apparently, said.

“I thought I lost you!” Scarlet latched onto Sonic, crying.

“You can’t get rid of me that easily, little bro.” Sonic said softly as he gently pet the younger’s hair.

Over the next few years Scarlet made many friends, including a two tailed fox and a brutish Echidna. And when one day, Scarlet gathered his friends and family into the living room with cupcakes decorated with blue, pink, and white, Amy Rose was welcomed into the family with open arms.

(Written in one go on my phone, lol. Shadow and Silver coming soon)

#progectsssau #sonic the hedgehog #amy rose #sonic fanfiction #sonic fanwork #humans au #sonic humanization

[stoptellinglieslois]

Principal of pleasure part 36

Lois, Clark and Dick continue their heated discussion at the farm.

Superman x Nightwing pairing

Clark

"You can't be serious Lois this is crazy shit I thought you came here to talk." Dick said his hands in the air exasperated.

"Call them Dick one or the other I don't care pick your poison." Lois said her chin was up in the air in defiance. she held up her cell phone waving it in front of us and made a show of it in a menacing way.

"Why don't you call Lois both of them." I didn't want to play this game with her and got serious with her.

"Excuse me."

"You heard me call them both."

"No you call them."

"Tell them what you know about us tell Bruce everything and I swear you'll damage more than what you anticipated. it would be you who hurried and delivered this type of pain to them and when you are done that drink would grow sour in your mouth and you would feel like trash in the morning." I didn't care how I sounded to her she was being difficult at this moment and it looked like the conversation went sideways so I wanted her to make the choice to shoot herself first before we did.

"It can't be me it has to be one of you." Lois said as she gulped down her liquor and slammed the glass cup on the small wooden stand beside her.

"Clark is right you want to ruin us you do it, But remember me and Clark won't leave each other for this to get you that Lois." Dick replies to her in a more calm tone.

"I do get that."

"I don't think you do I think you just want to hurt us and punish Clark for cheating on you Lois Clark left you a long time ago." Dick stepped one step closer to Lois where she was sitting.

"No we are a team he loves me." I wanted her to stop drink but even if I tried it would make this conversation even more toxic.

"Maybe at one point but it didn't go well he cheated on you with Queen." Dick took another step towards her.

"And then with you.... You're just a kid he's older then you huh this is crazy Bruce boy who was buck tooth who couldn't swear properly for the life of him." She poured more sambuca in the glass.

"Well I am not a kid anymore I am a man now and he loves me and yes he is older than me, And that's ok because he's a good man." Dick watched her drink. "Me and you can't confront anyone right now cause you're drinking like a fish, And calling Bruce or Babs neither one of us is prepared for that right now." Dick didn't want to pity her but he didn't want to insult her either it was a combination of both.

Lois ruffled her wavy hair and just stayed there staring at Dick. "Come here." Dick looked at her puzzled his blue eyes went wide and watched her finger beckoning him closer.

Dick came closer and she got up and a sharp slap as Dick head whip to the one side.

"Don't you ever tell me about how much I am drinking or not you came in between me and my husband you presumptuous little peacock. I hope that hurts kid I hope you're seeing stars right now." She pointed an accusing finger at him she was nothing but angry.

I got up as Dick held his cheek and I put my arm around him comforting him.

I kissed the cheek where Lois slapped him.

She watched us a look of total hate on her face as she watched me and Dick in an embrace. "Wow just wow god Clark you look gross right now and you are gross."Lois put her hands on her hips and shrugged her shoulders.

I knew she hated me and right now I don't care. "You can be gross out all you want but what gives you the right to hit him." I interjected I was not going to let her get away with this.

"I have the right to be whatever I want right now and you know what." Lois raised her hand and tried to slap me and I caught her wrist before she could do it.

Dick was in between us his cheek still red as a beet. "Come on Lois for fuck sake you're a mother don't..." She didn't want to hear the rest of whatever Dick had to say pulled on his shirt.

"You slept with my husband ok so you could just fuck off with that hot dribbling mess that's coming out of your mouth or whatever you like to call it gee willikers you fucked my husband." Lois mocked Dick.

"Lois we can't talk come Dick let's go."

"Oh no you don't you're staying right here and you will have to deal with me." Lois is blocking us from leaving the living room.

I held Dicks hand as she stood there I didn't want to push her aside and run off it would be stupid but I didn't her abuse.

"Lois we can't talk to if you hit or attempt to hit us get out of my way Lois. Or we will make you move." I told her sternly.

"You bitches can't take the heat well it's going to be much later on, I swear to you Clark Kent it's just me for now but they'll be Barbara and then the rest and they will hate you and your career as hero working with them will dissolve and your little young thing to." She said her words are crisp and it stung pointing at us.

"If this breaks us as super heroes then we really didn't need to be super heroes in the first place at all we could do this on our own we worked together in the beginning me and Kal and we will work together till the end." Dick said crossing his arms but not trying to engage her into more aggression.

"We came here as two people who wanted to talk to someone who said she wanted to hear the worst of the worst even if it made you feel horrible and your reaction is the total opposite." I told her pointing a finger at her now I was accusing her of not controlling her temper.

"Ok fine then let's talk then let's all sit down." She stomped back to the sofa.

And both of us walked back to the sofa and that's when my cell phone rang in my pocket and I pulled it out and it was Bruce.

I didn't know what to do. "Take it Kal." Dick said as he leaned over and saw his number.

I put it on speaker. "Bruce this is not the time right now to call can I call you back." I told him but that's when Lois made herself known.

"You love my HUSBAND and you pretend to be my friend how could you." She yelled.

"Lois."

"Yes Bruce Wayne I know you love Clark."

End of part 36 next is part 37

Thank you for reading.

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[cocomoraine]

james wilson looks fine.

#the good doctor #house md #james wilson #gregory house #come pick up your crazy fished husband #and they still gave him cancer #david shore im suing you #robert sean leonard #rsl

[waitimcomingtoo]

Plank All Over Me - 72 Questions With Vogue Edition

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader

Plank All Over Me Series Masterlist

Regular Masterlist

“Hi. I’m here from Vogue. Mind if I ask you a few questions?”

“Oh, hey. Didn’t see you there.” You flirtatiously flipped your perfectly curled hair over your shoulder and winked at the camera. “Come on in.”

You walked inside your house, and gestured for the camera man to follow. In preparation for the interview, you and Tom had gotten out every award you’d ever won and strategically placed them around the house. You smiled at the camera and rubbed your hand over your growing baby bump.

“Welcome to my crib. Sorry it’s such a mess.” You rolled your eyes and faked a laugh, knowing the house was far from being a mess. You kept walking and saw Tom in the living room, polishing on of his awards with a feather duster.

“Oh my stars.” You feigned a gasp once you spotted Tom. “Is that my husband, the critically acclaimed movie star and Lip-sync battle winner, Tom Holland? I had no idea he was home.” You winked at the camera again.

“Oh, hello.” Tom stopped dusting and posed with a smile. “Don’t mind me. I was just cleaning this.”

“Might want to give that a dusting too.” You pointed to one of your awards before sending the camera another huge smile.

“Are you guys ready to answer some questions?” The camera guy asked.

“I was born ready.” Tom concurred with a smile.

“You were a C section baby.” You reminded him. “You weren’t even born.”

“I was removed ready.” He kept the same tone in his voice.

“Where did you meet?” The camera man asked as you and Tom began to walk towards your backyard.

“We met at BBC Radio 1 while doing the Plank All Over Me challenge.” Tom answered.

“Where was your first date?”

“Cracker Barrel.” You winked at the camera as you opened your back door. Tom laughed and shook his head at your joke.

“It was not. We got milkshakes at an Ice Cream Shop in Soho.” He corrected you.

“Who made the first move?”

“Why, he did.” You touched a hand to your heart. “He found me after the planking challenge, both our arms sore and aching, and asked me out on a date. We’ve been together ever since.”

“When you did you move in together?”

“About six months into the relationship when I realized she had a bigger bathroom than me.” Tom answered as he took a seat in one of your decorative deck chairs.

“How long have you been together?”

“Since September 29, 2019 at precisely 6:33 p.m.” You responded.

“Wow. Just a year?”

“Realistically, we’ve been together for a few years, but that’s when this series was first posted.” You shrugged. Tom and the camera blinked in confusion for a few minutes as they processed what you said.

“Moving on.” The camera man cleared his throat. “Tom, how did you pick an engagement ring?”

“I went into the shop and I said “which is the least expensive because I’m trying to buy a Porsche” and that’s how she ended up with this bad boy.” Tom smirked as he held up your hand to show off your engagement ring.

“I can’t wait to tell our baby that story.” You played along as you rubbed your baby bump.

“When did you know you wanted to propose?”

“As soon as she started whining because the planking was hurting her arms, I knew she was the one.” Tom joked.

“Did you know he was going to propose?”

“Surprisingly, no.” You laughed. “It’s the one secret he’s ever kept.

“I nearly got an ulcer from trying to keep it from her.” Tom blew out a breath.

“Who planned the majority of the wedding?”

“I did.” You declared. “I had to text Tom the morning of the wedding to remind him where the venue was.”

“Did either of you cry?”

“As soon as I mentioned the yoga challenge in my vows, the whole room was sobbing.” Tom teased.

“How big was the reception?”

“Let’s just say, we had all the Avengers there.” Tom nodded.

“All the important ones, anyway.” You joked. “Mackie couldn’t make it.”

“How did you spend your honeymoon?”

“We went to Bali and didn’t see any of it.” Tom smirked, earning a playful smack on the arm from you.

“What’s been your favorite video together?”

“I loved the prank with Josh.” You answered with a smile.

“I didn’t.” Tom shook his head. “I nearly threw hands with a ginger that day. I quite liked the friendship test.”

“What video gave you the fondest memories?”

“Spill your Guts, for sure. That’s when I learned about the existence of this one.” Tom beamed as he rubbed your baby bump.

“What was your least favorite video to film?”

“We already know Tom’s answer.” You chuckled.

“Prank interview.” He stated. “To this day, I hate it.”

“Did you see yourself getting married when you first met?”

“All I saw were the nose hairs in Tom’s nostrils when we first met.” You laughed. “After all, he did plank on me for six and a half minutes.”

“I had a feeling we would.” Tom smiled shyly. “Or a hope, at least.”

You pouted at his sincerity and leaned forward to kiss him, which his happily accepted.

“Have you thought of baby names?”

“Josh.” You answered immediately and Tom groaned.

“I’m kidding.” You rolled your eyes. “I really like the name Ryan Reynolds though.”

”What are you hoping for?”

“An oscar.” Tom answered at the same time you said “A divorce.”

“You already want a divorce?” The camera man laughed.

“Oh, not a divorce from Tom.” You assured him. “I want Ryan Reynolds to divorce Blake Lively so he can marry me instead.” You explained as Tom nodded along.

“And I want to die every time she says that.” He cracked a smile.

“Let’s get back to the baby questions.” The camera man said as you began to move around the yard. “Do you know the gender?”

“We do.” Tom said deviously. “But we’re not telling.”

“Do you think the baby will be more like their mother or their father?”

“Definitely me.” You stated.

“Why are you so sure?”

“Because Tom’s not the father.” You smiled sweetly. Tom stared at the camera with an unamused expression and shook his head.

“Who’s going to be the fun parent?”

“Considering I’m the parent who can swing from buildings, I say me.” Tom boasted.

“Who’s going to teach the baby how to read?”

“I am. And after the baby learns, they can teach Tom.” You smiled as you patted Tom’s shoulder.

“Do you think the baby will like to plank?”

“If they’re anything like their mommy, no.” Tom poked fun at you.

“And if they’re anything like their daddy, they’ll grow up to play the Green Lantern.” You shot back.

“Hahahah. She’s so funny.” Tom forced a laugh at your joke.

“Do you think the baby will develop your senses of humor?”

“Wait, you have a sense of humor?” You asked Tom. “You didn’t tell me that.”

“She loves me so much, it’s crazy.” Tom deadpanned towards the camera.

“Do you want the baby to grow up to be an actor or actress like you guys?”

“I just want the baby to be happy.” Tom gave a serious answer. “Every thing else will fall into place on its own.”

“That’s a great answer. Do you think you’ll post about the baby a lot of keep them out of the spotlight for the first few years of their life?”

“I think we’ll wait until they’re at least 4 months old until we exploit them for our own financial gain.” You said and Tom nodded along.

“Have you picked out the godparents yet?”

“Hugh Jackman and Jake Gyllenhaal.” You joked. “They’re so excited. Jake said he would take the baby fishing.”

“He’s taken me fishing a few times.” Tom said as he stared off.

“How have you been preparing for the baby?”

“Well, I personally stopped sleeping, changed my whole diet, started lactating, and my pelvic bone separated in the middle so that I could push the baby out. Tom, what did you do?” You tilted your head at him.

“I bought the car seat.” Tom said proudly. “My wife picked it out, though.”

“I also drove him there.” You glared at the camera for a moment, cracking a smile after your joke.

“What are you most looking forward to after the baby is born?”

“Laying on my stomach.” You laughed as you looked down at your protruding bump.

“I also miss laying on her stomach.” Tom pouted as he rubbed the bump. “That was my favorite cuddle position.”

“Aw. I’m sorry we can’t cuddle the way you want to anymore because I’m growing your child inside my body.” You said sarcastically, making Tom laugh.

“Thank you for growing our child inside your body. I don’t say it enough.” Tom praised as he leaned in for a kiss.

“You’re welcome.” You smiled at him before turning to the camera man. “Anything else you want to know?”

“Actually, I have a question.” Tom stated as he looked at the camera.

“What’s that?” The camera man asked. You and Tom looked at each other and exchanged a smile before turning back the the camera.

“Are you excited to meet our baby girl?”

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[wildxwired]

Here is a possible prompt- It has been an insane week for Ian and Mickey, Mickey has been busy training their new hires, Ian has been running their pick ups, they haven’t spent any time together. It’s finally Friday and it’s time to unwind. What do they do?

Oooh this was a fun first prompt 😊 Thank you so much for popping by! I hope this is what you had in mind.

Drown In You

Friday - 5:45PM

Ian’s got an extra pep in his step, and it’s only partly down to the free edible gummy samples from his last drop off of the day. He uses the tip of his tongue to fish out a piece of lemon drop from between his back teeth as he pulls the ambulance into the apartment parking complex. There’s still a pack of medicated cola cubes in his pocket, and it’s only because they’re Mickey’s favourite that there’s any left at all.

The business has been doing great. So great that they’ve taken on more staff and a second ambulance, all of which has been under Mickey’s command while Ian’s been trying to single handedly run the show on their regular pickups. It’s great, the expansion, really, it is - but they’ve been apart all week, barely catching glimpses of each other at the end of the day as they pass to and fro between the kitchen and bathroom, and Ian misses Mickey something terrible. He misses his stupid jokes and his obnoxious giggle, misses waking up to Mickey’s little protective paw on his shoulder or hip. He misses having Mickey all to himself.

At the thought of his husband, Ian hops down from the ambulance and power walks to the elevator. He’s excited for the weekend ahead, mostly because they’re not doing a single damn thing. Nope. Nada. Nothing. The exact opposite from this crazy week of hell, and he can’t wait to hang out with Mickey for two whole days.

“Mick, I’m home!” Ian calls as he shoulders the door open, bags of snacks and edible goodies in his arms. The apartment smells so good, like garlic and carbs, and the smell hits Ian at the exact same moment as his last edible, making him salivate. “Holy fuck, it smells good in here.”

Mickey shuffles in from the living room in sweats and socks and an old blue tank top, an open drink in one hand and a full beer in the other. He looks pleased, even possibly relieved, like Ian might have any other reaction than utter joy to coming home to his husband and a home cooked meal after a stressful week.

“Thought your gigantor ass deserved a decent meal after living off cereal and microwave pizzas all week.” Mickey hands over the beer as Ian drops the bags onto the counter.

“Fuck, I missed you,” Ian sighs, grabbing the beer and then quickly pulling in his husband along with it.

Mickey grins, leaning close for a kiss before suddenly pausing. “You smell like sugar and bong water,” he accuses. “You were at HighLyfe weren’t you?” Ian gives an innocent shrug, dipping his hand back into the bag to pull out the baggie of cola cubes. Mickey snatches at it, “Fuck yes! Gimme!”

Snatching the baggie back, Ian takes out a single cube and holds it between his own teeth, waggling his eyebrows suggestively at Mickey.

Mickey snorts and calls him a dork under his breath, but still dives for Ian’s mouth.

Saturday 2:15AM

Ian’s lips are so kiss swollen and bitten they buzz beneath another onslaught of Mickey’s kisses. He’s got each of his long limbs curled around his husband’s compact body as they make out aimlessly on the couch, never mustering more than the occasional crotch grind. The edibles have weighed their bodies beneath a thick amber blanket of bliss, pleasantly trapped in a cycle of lips and breaths.

The TV screen is blank, and all that can be heard above the low crackle of the fire is sticky sweet kisses and soft little pants.

They’ve been at this for hours, after dinner and dessert and a movie and more dessert. Just kisses upon kisses, getting lost in the wet familiar warmth of each other’s mouths. Ian can still taste the cola cubes at the back of Mickey’s mouth, and he’s determined to lick at it until all he can taste is himself.

Later they’ll sleep, coiled together like nestling springs, and after that they’ll fuck for hours until they’re hungry again, but for now this is all they want. It’s all Ian needs to breathe, the weight of his husband on his chest, mouth covering his, hands on Mickey’s cheeks as Mickey’s fingers cling to Ian’s hair.

Tonight and for the rest of the weekend they’ll soak in each other, recharge and reflood each other’s senses, and Ian’s never been more happy to drown.

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[lonely-lost-soul]

Since I've Been Gone

Request: what if...Platonic fluff things with reader and bench trio?... Like they're all in a flower field chilling then Tommy is like, "You guys wanna make flower crowns?" And reader, ranboo, and tubbo just look at him like 👁👁 what, Turns out Tommy picked up flower crown making from his big brothers techno and Wilbur so now he does it when he's either bored or stressed. Anyways hope this inspires you <3 -🐱 Anon

(Platonic!Bench Trio x Gn!Reader)

The server had been through a lot, Tommy was just recently revived and was coming off of finding out his two best friends were married. The young boy had a white streak in his blonde hair and was still trying to adjust to the life he missed. Especially when it came to his longtime friend and roommate (y/n). Tommy had recently found out they were off living with Karl and Sapnap in the Kinoko Kingdom...the bitch. After Tommy had disappeared after he...died Karl had found them hiding out in his old library. You had scared the time-traveler half to death when he found you camping out in a corner of the room. However, after seeing as you had nothing, no weapons or armor he concluded you weren’t much of a threat, especially after you told him your sob story. You told him you lived with Tommy and you couldn’t go back there now that he was dead, Ranboo and Tubbo were off doing married things and you had felt so alone. Karl decided at that moment he would take you in, no matter what the cost. Sapnap had a bit more trouble adjusting to your presence, but as soon as he saw you had some fire within your belly he began to warm up to you. It only took a few days for Karl to practically adopt you and since he was engaged to Sapnap the fire demon was stuck with you for a child.

Not that he minded, you weren’t a loud kid, very pleasant to be around hell even his dad took a liking to you. Sapnap was baffled when Karl told him you had previously lived with Tommy, the most obnoxious child on the server. The two of you couldn’t be more different, and when Tommy was revived, he and Karl weren’t enthused. Karl was worried he’d lose you to the trouble maker and it was well known Tommy and Sapnap didn’t have the greatest history. Their worries were quelled the moment you introduced them as your dads to Tommy, Karl burst into tears and Sapnap put you in a headlock much to your protest. Tommy stood by awkwardly, he had missed a lot, he hated the fact that he felt like his friends were happier without him in their lives.

He was brought back to the present by the idle chatter of Tubbo and Ranboo by his side Tubbo was on Ranboo’s back declaring walking was way too much work for him. You snickered nudging Ranboo in the ribs, he let out a yelp and glared down at you halfheartedly. Tommy watched you turn towards him a smile on his features,

“What do you think Tommy?” He blinked a few times at you, not wanting to admit he wasn’t listening to the conversation next to him.

“I don’t fucking know,” He scoffed “This conversation is bullshit anyway who cares.” You had a smirk on your lips that he was all too familiar with, he narrowed his eyes at you.

“You weren’t listening were you?”

“Of course I was listening bitch!”

“Oh really? What did she ask then big man?” Tubbo mused resting his chin on his husband’s shoulder. Hair covering his vibrant, green eyes, horns peeking from beneath his shaggy hair. Tommy glared at his long time friend flipping him off eloquently,

“Probably something stupid and useless.”

“She asked if you knew where we were going,” Ranboo piped up with a casual hum, bouncing in his step. “Cause we’ve been walking for a while, I know Tubbo’s tired.”

“Yeah Tommy, I’m tired.”

“You’re not even walking!” You argued as Tubbo stuck his tongue out at you, lifting his hair from his eyes to wink at you. His one eye glowing with a yellow nuclear symbol, “Put that symbol away! You’re not cool.”

“Says the person who doesn’t own nukes,” He mused letting his hair fall back into place while grabbing onto Ranboo’s horns. “Or who doesn’t have any cool powers,”

“Ow! Low blow! Just cause Tommy and I are the only two humans in the group doesn’t mean you can pick on us! Right, Tommy!”

“Yeah! Exactly! Fuck you guys!” Tommy agreed linking your arms together, “Plus, I know exactly where we’re going. We’re almost there, Wilbur used to take me here all the time when I was little.” Tommy said almost in an afterthought, the kids around him grew quiet, each one knew Wilbur was a touchy subject for Tommy especially after his time in the afterlife. Yet, people seemed to forget that Wilbur wasn’t always crazy, wasn’t always a manipulator, once he was an older brother. Once he cared for Tommy and wanted to protect him from some of Phil’s neglect, protect him from Technoblade’s voices. Tommy wanted to remember that Wilbur, not the one stuck in purgatory who blew up the country they all fought so hard to retain. He felt your hand squeeze his arm,

“I’m excited to see where Wilbur decided to take you, hopefully, it’s not a fish pond.”

“Oh gross.” Ranboo groaned pinching the bridge of his nose as Tubbo laughed loudly from above him. Tommy made a disgusted face,

“Stop talking about all the fish who fucked my brother!”

“I didn’t you did.” You hummed skipping ahead of the group feet crunching on the leaves on the ground.

“YOU BASTARD!” Tommy shrieked running after you,

“Onward steed!” Tubbo pointed at his two friends who ran off, Ranboo grumbled but trotted after the duo.

It only took a few more arguments and a few more minutes of walking before the quartet came to the destination Tommy was eager to show them. You stopped on your heels jaw-dropping in awe,

“Holy shit…” You murmured, in front of all of you was a gorgeous field of flowers a giant dark oak tree sat in the middle. It was giant spanning up far into the sky but it created a nice shade to keep all of you cooled off. Tommy had a rare peaceful smile on his lips as he let the sun touch his face, he slid off his boots and ran into the field of flowers.

“Take your shoes off so you don’t crush them or I’ll crush you!” Tommy snickered falling back, letting the flowers tickle his cheeks. He opened his eyes just a crack to see you sliding off your boots and joining him in the field, you didn’t lay beside him instead he watched your form head to the tree. Meanwhile, Tubbo kicked off his boots, Ranboo wasn’t far behind his husband. Tubbo laughed running over and flopping next to Tommy, holding his arm close much to the blonde’s displeasure.

“Ranboo! Help me reach the taller branches!” You called to the tallest member of your friend group. He nodded walking over to you, grabbing your waist gently he lifted you into the air. You grabbed onto the nearest branch and hoisted yourself into the air, Ranboo was always shocked at your upper body strength, but then again you trained on your own for years. Ranboo hovered at the base of the tree nervously, both of his tails flicking side to side.

“Don’t climb too high!” He called watching you slip and cling onto the trunk to steady yourself. “(Y/n) CAREFUL!”

“I’m fine, mom!” You stuck your tongue out at him from above, “I’ve fallen out of taller trees!”

“If you get hurt Sapnap would literally burn me alive! So PLEASE try not to fall!”

“Boo calm down a little!” Tubbo snickered, “if they fall I’ll film it.”

“Tubbo has the right idea,” you agreed as Tommy laughed from beside Tubbo. Ranboo frowned ears twitching in distress, you only continued to climb higher to his dismay. Eventually, you came down falling elegantly into the arms of Ranboo who caught you easily. He was breathing heavily, recovering from the shock of your sudden drop. His long nails dug into your skin as he clutched onto you like a lifeline, “Ranboo let go!” You huffed trying to wiggle out of his tight grip.

“Absolutely not! Are you a lunatic!” His voice broke, “I could’ve missed! You could’ve broken an ankle!”

“But I didn’t,” You poked his nose with a teasing hum. Ranboo groaned louder placing his head in the crook of your neck, you snickered as he finally let you onto the ground. You walked over to Tommy and Tubbo and sat down next to them, you leaned against Tommy’s back who grunted in distaste. “Deal with it gremlin, be my backrest,”

“Fuck you bitch!” He snarled but didn’t move or push them off, you smiled teasingly winking in the direction of Tubbo. He snickered into his palm as Ranboo pulled Tubbo into his lap, and the young goat hybrid got comfortable. The four of you sat in peaceful silence, letting the sun beat down around you all. A nice breeze blew through the area causing the leaves of the nearby trees to shake, a few animals rustled around in the bushes.

“We should make flower crowns,” Tommy spoke up suddenly his nails digging into the dirt. You titled your head in confusion and Raboo looked equally as baffled, the only person who didn’t seem surprised was Tubbo.

“Sure man but you gotta collect the flowers,” Tubbo said tiredly Tommy clicked his tongue stubbornly.

“We’re surrounded by flowers you’re just lazy.”

“Yeah obviously.”

You gave Tubbo a look and sat up on your knees, “What do you need to get started?”

“Can you grab me some of those daisy’s, tulips, and some bluebells?” You nodded standing up and popping your knees before heading off in that direction. Meanwhile, Tommy grabbed some lilacs and began stringing those together, his tongue poked out from his bottom lip as he gave his full concentration to the task in front of him. Ranboo watched curiously ears flicking every time Tommy let out a mumble, you came back and dumped the flowers beside him. He grunted out thanks making the final knot in the crown, “Done!” He declared looking over at Ranboo, he flushed a little under Tommy’s gaze.

“Didn’t mean to stare.” Tommy huffed holding out the crown to the halfling, he pointed at himself and Tommy rolled his eyes.

“Take it. If you don’t want it I’ll just give it to (Y/n)-”

“I want it!” Ranboo reached out to snatch the crown from Tommy, he placed it gently on his head mindful of the horns. Tommy’s eyes widened and he flushed red, he quickly turned back to the pile of flowers. “Teach us how to make them,” Ranboo offered to try to ease the awkward tension. Tommy huffed but nodded, a smile spread across your lips,

“Teach us your ways oh wise one.” You teased picking up the daisy’s spinning the stem between your fingers.

“Yeah! I am wise! Call me master innit!”

“I’d rather choke,”

“Fuck you!”

You snicked as Tommy punched you hard in the shoulder, you doubled over falling into the flowers. Tommy growled pulling you up by the shirt, “Pay attention bitch! I’m only telling you this once!” Sitting back up you nodded and followed his instructions carefully, he ended up taking the daisies and you the tulips. Ranboo grabbed the bluebells reaching over Tubbo to follow Tommy’s instructions as well, by the end Tommy’s was pristine. The one you made was decent but Ranboo’s looked worse for wear considering he was trying to put it together with claws. He put the crown on top of a snoozing Tubbo, he was proud of his work nonetheless, his husband smiled tiredly nuzzling against his chest. You on the other hand placed the tulip crown you made atop of Tommy’s blonde hair, he flushed and rolled his eyes. He brushed his fingers over the daisies and placed them on top of your head, you looked up at the crown and smiled warmly.

“Thank’s Big T,” you hummed falling back into the flowers and Tommy joined you in laying down. Both your fingers interlocked and Ranboo shuffled to the ground as well, although he didn’t reach out to take Tommy’s hand, Tommy reached out to take Tubbo’s. The four of you stayed in that field until your walkie-talkie screeched cutting through the quiet atmosphere, it was the gruff voice of Sapnap’s. One of your fathers

“Earth to (Y/n), come in (y/n). Your dad wants you here for dinner, George is joining us tonight. I grilled!”

“Ugh. Buzzkill,” Tommy sneered kicking the dirt with his barefoot. You shushed him and pressed the button in to speak,

“Yeah papa, I’ll make my way back soon. Give papa a big kiss for me and if you see Quackirty tell him hello!”

“Don’t have to tell me twice. Karl come here honey~” You snickered as Tommy gagged, you heard your dad meow before your walkie cut off then and you sat up. You stretched your arms above your head and popped your arms into place, you kissed your teeth hopping to your feet.

“I gotta head back unless I want dad to beat my ass. Thank you for today boys and Tommy thank you for sharing your place with us. I’m glad we were trusted with this special secret.” You winked wiggling your toes in the long grass, “we should do this again yeah?”

“Yeah!” Ranboo agreed as Tubbo gave a sleepy thumbs up, your smile only widened. Tommy nodded giving a thumbs-up as well, he watched you head off to collect your boots and head back home. Head to a family, a family who cares about your wellbeing, or if you’re staying out too late. Hell, even who cared about who you were hanging out with, Tommy couldn’t help but wonder what that was like, he didn’t think he’d be very good at listening to any parental figures. He didn’t have that, he would never have that, he looked at your retreating figure, then back over at Tubbo and Ranboo. They both were half asleep and he couldn’t help but glance at the golden rings on each one of their fingers.

He missed so much since he’s been gone.

But maybe all wasn’t bad, he touched the tulips on his head, thinking for a moment.

Maybe he didn’t need a normal family with a mom and a dad, or two dads or moms, he had a family right here. He brought his hand to the scarf on his neck and squeezed it in his fist, who needed that shit when he had everyone he loved in this field with him today.

For once in his life, Tommy was happy.

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[arrowflier]

As requested, a follow-up for yesterday's ficlet, where Mickey overheard Ian threaten Lip for hitting him. In this one, Ian finds out.

"Can you please just stop picking fights with my family, Mick?" Ian asks, exasperated.

They're just leaving yet another disorganized family dinner, one of Debbie's ongoing attempts to keep everyone together now that she had managed to buy out their shares in the house. She had asked Lip for help with a few minor repairs--sure, she could handle it herself, but she was more than a little busy with work to afford her new mortgage--and all hell had broken loose.

Mickey, of course, had somehow ended up in the middle.

"Hey man," he tells Ian now as they walk down the street to where they parked the ambulance, "They're my family too, right?"

Ian's face softens a fraction, as it always does when Mickey lumps himself in with the Gallaghers, but it only lasts until Mickey keeps talking.

"Besides, I don't start the fights," he points out, coming to a stop and turning to face Ian. "I just finish 'em."

Ian groans, looking skyward. "But did you have to tell Lip that you could handle it if he wasn't man enough?" he asks plaintively, and Mickey chuckles, much to his husband's displeasure.

"Pretty sure I just offered my services.  Phillip was the one to up the stakes."

He watches Ian bite his bottom lip and shift his feet, obviously not pacified despite the truth of it.

"Calm your fuckin' tits, man," Mickey demands, reaching out to shove lightly at Ian’s shoulder. "I ain't gonna make you kill him for hittin' me again."

The reaction isn't immediate. Ian opens his mouth to retort, then just stands there, gaping like a fish as the words sink in. He closes and reopens his mouth once, twice, before words come.

"You heard that?" he asks weakly, and Mickey smirks, folding his arms.

"Damn right," he reveals. "It was fuckin' touching or somethin’, man, threatening big bro for me." His voice is light, humorous, but they both know he actually means it.

Ian smiles, soft, but then his brow furrows.

"Wait, Mick," he says slowly. "That was like...," he pauses, thinking.  "Like three weeks ago! Why didn't you say anything?"

Mickey shrugs. "Was still mad at you, man," he admits, and that was true enough. "Then our anniversary, and Frank--"

"Fucking Frank," Ian mumbles.

"Yeah." Mickey licks his lips, glances away. "Didn't know you'd care so much that I heard it."

He sounds hesitant, now, in a way Ian doesn't like. Ian sighs.

"Of course I don't mind, Mick," he clarifies.  “I’m glad you did.”

“Yeah?” Mickey asks, taking a step forward to close the distance between them.  “Glad I found out you got my back?”

“Yeah,” Ian answers, and he extends a hand to grab Mickey’s own.  It spasms in Ian’s, surprised, before settling to grip him back.  Ian swings their hands out to the side and back in.

“It’s not the first time, you know,” he says quietly.  “The first time I picked you, I mean, over them.”

“Bullshit,” Mickey snorts, but Ian knows his tells, can see the way he tongues the corner of his mouth and flicks his eyes over Ian’s face.

“It’s not bullshit,” Ian insists, dropping Mickey’s hand to grasp him by the hip instead, pulling him closer.  “He knew from the start, you know,” Ian divulges.  “Thought I was fucking crazy--well,” he breaks off, but doesn’t continue that thought when Mickey glares at him, ever protective.

“I want you to know, though,” he presses on.  “That I told them all they didn’t get it, what you do for me.  What you always did for me.  Because it’s so much, Mickey, and you act like it’s just basic shit, but it’s not.”

“Ian,” Mickey starts, but Ian won’t let him interrupt.

“It’s not,” he insists.  “Do you know how many times any of them checked on me, that first summer?  Or looked for me, after that?  How many times they asked me how I was, instead of just telling me to take my meds?”  

Mickey isn’t meeting his eyes, so he puts a hand on his chin and makes him.  “None of them ever made me breakfast just so I didn’t get sick from the meds, Mickey.  And none of them ever put me first, not really.  Not even Fiona.”

“They didn’t think they needed to,” Mickey mutters, glassy eyes skittering around, uncomfortable as ever with heartfelt praise outside the bedroom.  He doesn’t pull back though, like he would have in the past, and Ian is so proud of him for that.  For letting himself feel it.

“No,” Ian agrees, “they didn’t.  But you did anyway.”

Silence, for a moment, and then:

“Fuck, man,” Mickey whispers, and he sounds wrecked.  “You’re givin’ me hives with all this soft shit.”  But there’s a faint smile on his lips, and when he meets Ian’s eyes, his own are soft and bright and faintly wet.

“Well, you are my husband,” Ian points out, releasing Mickey’s chin to card a hand through his hair instead.  “And they’re just my family.”

“You love your fuckin’ family, man,” Mickey laughs wetly, running a hand up Ian’s chest to rest over his heart.

“I love you,” Ian retorts, and finally kisses him.

At some point, they’ll realize that they’re standing in the middle of the sidewalk, still within sight of the Gallagher house.  They won’t care--they stopped hiding a long time ago--but they’ll laugh when Lip comes out and throws up his middle finger at them from the front porch.  Then they’ll get into the ambulance, head home, and playfully fight over what movie to watch before they go to bed.

But for now, they’re here, and they’re happy, and they’re wrapped up in each other.  Because no matter how much Ian loves his family, or how many fights Mickey (doesn’t) start, they’ll both always come first for each other.

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[verse50]

Heat

It was the first weekend over 80F and we took full advantage of it on our six acres. Friday night we let the kids loose on the rock pile, loading up the trailer for the dump, then packed them off early Saturday for soccer camp. All morning he bush-hogged the treeline while I wrestled the sunken raised beds into shape. This house had been so neglected when we bought it two years ago. Finally we had the time and money to make it nice again.

I was pulling weeds when he tromped out in chaps and ear protection. Chainsaw hanging from his belt. That and the sweaty dirt on his face made me look a bit longer.

“I’m gonna saw up that alder and then get to the stairs,” he half shouted. Bush hogging will do that to you. He grinned and took out his ear plugs. “The beds are coming along, maybe-” I was on my knees and gazed up at him quizzically.

“You’re not wearing a bra,” he said, at the perfect angle to peer down my shirt.

“Nope!” I agreed, and swung myself back and forth. It looked and felt like two water balloons bumping in a pillowcase. Then stuck out my tongue.

His mouth set. “I gotta get the stairs done today.” Then he was gone into the brush, chainsaw revving. I bent down again to the weeds, trying to drown my frustration with deep breaths. 

He was so hard to read. I was a free spirit, a spitfire, and he was a calm, methodical engineer with a heart of gold. There was no better man on the planet, I was convinced, but gosh sex was tough with him! It took him so long to adjust to change. A toe ring. The tiniest gold nose ring. A tattoo on my ankle. Introducing him to my vibrator. I had to pace everything at six month intervals or it was too much.

 But once he got used to it...holy fucking shit. He basically dissected that vibrator and and studied the user manual. Found similar ones, tested them on me like I was a guinea pig. Even took me to a toy store in Dallas then fucked the daylights out of me until 3am. And then...it all petered out like a spent firework. I would try to keep the energy going, keep him interested, but I could never tell what worked. He was pretty shy about sex, almost embarrassed. He wasn’t comfortable with dirty talk. We couldn’t really sext because his job required cellphones be lockered except at lunch. We could go months on once a week then he would surprise me with a two day fuckfest, like a volcano erupting. I lived for those times but could never figure out how to make them happen more often. All it did was make me ramp up with excitement, feel more free, then try to cram myself in a box again. He was such a good man, though. I just needed to be more patient, less wild. I ripped up the weeds angrily.

The sun was high when he came in for lunch. I had sandwiches, chips, and his favorite tea ready. There was even more dirt on his face and I sat there awkwardly, trying to equate my silent chip-crunching husband with the dirty woodsman I wanted to pounce on.

“I think I’ll build out the landing a bit from the stairs, maybe put in a new handrail,” he said. I sipped my tea and nodded. “The driveway could use some gravel.”

“The trailer has all the rocks in it still,” I pointed out.

“Mmm. I’ll go to the dump first, then hit Home Depot and Brother’s Fieldstone.” He looked at me as if I had just appeared at the table. “You’re wearing a bra now.”

“Uh-huh.” I cut off a smart-ass retort and became very busy fishing pickles from their jar. “I’m gonna work on the petunia baskets.”

After the peck on my cheek he would be gone for at least two hours. I ripped off my bra, blasted Slayer on my bluetooth speaker, and delved into the hanging baskets. By the time I had repotted everything and cleaned up the cobwebby  lounge chairs I was a filthy mess. Shower time.

You couldn’t see our house from the road. I went out on the deck in just a towel, then threw it off and lay naked on a chair, basking like a lizard. Big fluffy clouds blocked the sun momentarily, then shooed away when I spread my legs wide. Everything needed to dry. My hair would need a serious flatiron session. Idly I thought of him coming out of the forest...rushing home...making a beeline for me...a naked woman tanning herself alone...so easy to take advantage...helpless...but there was a shotgun behind the door...

Damn it, I thought. Can’t even have a fantasy and it gets all practical. He’s wearing off on me. I looked at my phone. About 30 minutes of naked freedom left- I should water the baskets again. I picked up the hose and my phone rang.

“Hey baby,” I said, working up the cheerful wife tone. He really was wonderful. I just needed to...not need so much.

“Baby, guess how much the lumber cost for the deck, right now?”

I thought for a minute. It has been awhile since we did a major project. “Um, I think we did the brown house for under $600?”

“Yeah, well, I priced it all out. It’s gonna be over $2000! We can’t swing that now. It’s insane, the prices. Never seen anything like it. And Brother’s is out of pea gravel!” He was worked up. This man stuck to budgets religiously.

“O my God! No, you’re right. We can’t do that now. The deck will be fine for awhile, definitely. It’s sturdy at least.” The sun was so hot on my back. I stared at my shadow, waving the limp hose to and fro.

“So I emptied the trailer and uh, checked everything out. Since we can’t do anything more on that today I, um....” he coughed. I waited, cautiously easing on the water. “I went to that new little toy store in the strip mall.”

Water spurted out onto my shadow. “I see. What kind of toys?”

“The only kind!” His voice rose. The hose engorged and gurgled. “I found one like your pink one, you know that does the swirly thing, too? But this seems to be a softer material, a better grade of silicone, I think this company merged with a big distributor and, uh...”

My mouth twisted. It was just like him to get carried away on technical aspects. “That’s so sweet, baby. What are you wanting to do with that?”

“I want to use it on you.” He was almost whispering, as if there were seven other people in his F-250. “Like Dallas.” It was such a distant memory. I couldn’t work myself all up again, it was too exhausting. But he went to the store, my dear husband...he wants something.

“You can do whatever you want to me, baby,” I said sincerely. “Just come home and we can hang out the rest of the day.”

“I don’t want to hang out. I want- I want you to not wear a bra again. I don’t want you to feel, uh, like you have to put it back on? Around me?”

I aimed the water where my shadow’s pussy would be. Cool drops sprayed up onto my flushed skin.

“I’m not wearing a bra right now.”

“What?”

“I’m naked out on the deck. Been tanning after I took a shower.”

Silence. He was gunning the truck, I could hear the roar.

“I hope you’re bringing some wood home for me.” VVVBBBBRBbbbbRRRRrr.

“Baby, if you can just let me plan stuff. It’s easier for me. I’m sorry I’m slow and I disappoint you. I wanted to tear your shirt off there but I’m just never sure...I don’t want to do anything you don’t like, I don’t want to hurt you- really- just let me plan sometimes and maybe try to go along? I promise I’ll do better, you are so sexy-” sfhkhfffffppp. His phone cut out. I stood there, dumb, watching the water drip my shadow off the edge of the deck. He had never talked to me so much at one time. “-if I can plan and know in advance that you like it we can do more, you drive me crazy you know that, right?”

I took a deep breath. My legs were shaking into the damp, hot wood. “How do you want me to be, when you get home?”

Pause. More gunning. “On the deck chair, doggy. Ass in the air. Wait- I need to shower first.”

“No, you don’t. You’re sexy with the dirt on you. I love it.”

“You do?”

“Yes, I love my sexy, dirty husband.”

“Ok.” He was firm. The blinker was on, he was at the intersection ten minutes away. “Ass up, doggy. Hands by your side. Face turned away from the stairs. I don’t want you to see me. I have-have- a special delivery.”

I turned off the water. The whole deck was soaked. Not one basket had gotten a drop. “Ass up ready to receive. I’ll be waiting for you, baby.” I was so excited my words came out slowly, bouncing through a lump in my throat. The sun was cold and hot at the same time.

“If you respond well there will be future appointments.” His voice was full of confidence before the phone shut off.

I almost tripped on my way over to the lounge chair. Fortunately my towel was there in case things got really wet.

Thank you to @daily-esprit-descalier for sharing the photo that inspired this story.

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[warmau]

☆ko-fi au: nostoligic summer romance!au hanbin find other ikon aus here

the sun burns your shoulders and the skin of your heel. you stand on it and bear the pain as you look down at hanbin, whose face is covered by one of those three-dollar nude magazines

"get up"

"can't you see i am asleep?"

the wind blows some small wisps of hair around your face - somewhere in the distance, you hear junhoe chase a beachball down the shore as jiwon yells for him to race back to the rest of your friends

"hanbin, you are not wasting your summer spread out like this, not doing anything. you are not a piece of seaweed."

"you sound like my mother"

you nudge his elbow with your toe

"did you finish your graduate school application?"

"yeah, im working on it right now looking at -"

he lifts the magazine off his face and flips to a random page, turning it around to face you

averting your gaze you make a sound of disappointment

"the deadline already passed, the school is giving you an extension because they know you'll be a great addition to the program. does that not mean anything to you?"

hanbin lets the next gust of wind pull the magazine from his weak grip and float it pathetically to his left

the silence is his answer in a way and search his face, now that you can see it properly, for anything else

his dark eyes are void and highlighted by a shadow of darkness.

his lips are chapped.

the scratch he got from face planting in the public pool's changing room last weak is still sitting on his cheek only half-hidden under a kids bandage

"hanbin, this is your future"

you whisper it - like it's your future too

maybe because somewhere subconsciously buried in both your chests. you both know it is.

"i know"

you turn around and take his apathy as the final stake in the ground

after years of caring about him, of one-sided adoration hidden behind affectionate and worried friendship

you have learned the hanbin is more stubborn than an ox - especially when he gives up

when you find yourself walking home back alone - the sun still blasting an uncomfortable heat onto your skin - you try to pretend the overwhelming feeling of crying isn't itching its way out

i can't help him forever, especially if he doesn't want to help himself

hanbin calls three days later

"do you want to go fishing with me and jinhwan?"

"fishing?"

"jinhwan said he's trying new hobbies."

you are silent for a second, a part of you wants to explode.

what are you talking about fishing! the application asks you to finish an entire song. to show your effort! who gives a fuck about fishing!

the other part of you is dormant. uninterested.

jinhwan is already a successful editor, maybe he can help hanbin find the right path better than i can.

"no thanks."

you hang up first, something you've never done with hanbin

you're both balanced in that sense - you are usually soft and forgiving and never want to hurt anyone's feelings. you just want to keep helping and helping until there's nothing left of you.

hanbin is more strict - people have to prove themselves to him otherwise he cuts them off without a qualm.

you get a text a few minutes later from jinhwan:

are you and your husband fighting?

my husband? i didn't know i finally married that millionaire from my dreams.

haha im talking about hanbin

you purse your lips. everyone in the world wants 'us' to happen.

no. we're not fighting. he doesn't want to go to grad school.

so?

your fingers hover over the keyboard. right, so what? not like it's your business to run your friend's life.

but that's not it. something is so wrong. hanbin will work on music till his eyes and ears bleed. why is it that composing one little thing for this application that is just going to better his life so hard? why is he so against it?

leaving jinhwan without an answer, you throw yourself on your bed and tell yourself that you have to break this habit

you've been putting hanbin over yourself since you were both young

getting in trouble with him when in reality you'd done nothing but try to stop him from doing something stupid

staying up with him when he'd go through bouts of bad insomnia

shoving your own secrets and pain down to comfort him about his own

you have your own life, goal, and dreams

it's your fault for somehow always imagining that hanbin would want to be part of them

"can you please talk to hanbin again."

jiwon, junhoe, and donghyuk take up the space in your car as you pull into the parking lot of the local mall

you turn the key in the ignition, jiwon and junhoe are sitting far apart in the back seat, still managing to look cramped and donghyuk looks at you sympathetically from the passenger side

"im not avoiding him."

"you're totally avoiding him."

again. you want to explode and also say nothing at all. why are there expectations on you as his friend and not the other way around?

"have you guys asked him about his grad school application? you all have your futures planned - and he's lost."

jiwon pops his bubble gum at the worst possible moment and junhoe looks awkward without an answer to come out of his big mouth.

donhyuk puts a hand on your shoulder

"he didn't just give up, you know."

you snort, "it looked that way to me."

opening the door, you step out and tell the little voice in your head that wonders out loud if hanbin needs your help to please shut up

it's two days before the extension deadline. you know this because it pops up as a reminder on your google calendar and you grumble as you delete it.

having his deadlines on my schedule like he's my goddamn boyfriend or something.

you want to enjoy your summer before you go back to school too, so you dig out a big t-shirt and bathing suit to take to the pool

only when you sling the shirt over yourself do you pick at the worn fabric and groan

this is hanbin's isn't it? the coffee stain at the bottom is totally his signature.

someone knocks on the door of your room, half expecting a family member you open it without caution and nearly throw it shut when you see hanbin in the frame

the only thing that stops you from doing so is the look of utter desperation on his face

"hanbin? when is the last time you slept?"

he breaths through his nose and mumbles maybe three or four days ago

you pull him into your room and shut the door, you try to examine him for any other signs of fatigue but he looks otherwise the same

skinny, slightly hunched over and more beautiful than you could ever say out loud in fear of dying on the spot of embarrassment

"is it your insomnia? do you need to go to the doc-"

"i can't compose the song."

you wave your hand to dismiss the sentence, "that doesn't matter right now. you have to take care of your health first and-"

"i can't stop thinking about you."

suddenly irritated with his tone - you snap under the weight of it all

"you cannot blame your inability to finish this application or giving up or not sleeping on me. just because we haven't spoken in a bit-"

"that's not what i meant."

you cross your hands over your chest, you can feel a fire unlike any other of anger lick up your spine

if he is going to pin this on me somehow im going -

"i love you."

"are you crazy?"

you blurt out your words before you really even hear his own. you were expecting him to start spinning some elaborate tale about how not seeing you or you avoiding him had somehow damaged him further

but this is hanbin, and you admit that never has he put the blame on you without you taking it on willingly

so you blink past the initial shock and ask him to repeat himself

he straightens his bad posture, looks at you and sees past the surface level

"i love you. it's making everything else a blur, so i need to tell you."

"you- you should have told me before."

"i thought you'd slap me." he laughs weakly, but it is forced "or that you'd think i was lying to get you off my back about the application."

you soften, your hands uncross and you drop the defensive look on your face

hanbin runs a line from your eyes to your knees

"are you wearing my shirt?"

"i love you too."

the spell of dread that seems to have clung itself into every nook and cranny of hanbin's existence seems to be exorcised when you say those words to him

like a light has entered the part of him that has been pitch black for weeks now

he doesn't kiss you right after you say it, he kisses you two days later when he submits his application with a song he spent thirteen hours on creating

the song is about that light, the kind of easy feeling of being put into the right puzzle with the right person

that's when he kisses you - when he meets the deadline - and you throw your arms around him and the world starts rotating in the right direction again

summer is still left over for you two to enjoy, you rush around the beach with your friends, you go fishing with jinhwan who decides he hates it at some point, and you spend whatever minute you can with hanbin

even if you're with others, your hands are always glued together. you look at him when you think he's distracted. he looks at you regardless, unashamed of the teasing that comes your way

'it finally happened! they realized they're perfect for each other!'

and when you're alone with your legs tangled with his and hanbin's nervous, soft mouth on the slope of your back. that same uncapped love bursts from both of you.

when summer dwindles and hanbin gets an email about his application

he celebrates by pressing you up against the desk and nearly toppling his laptop over

"can i ask you something?" he plays with a strand of your hair after as the sweat sticks you two together "were you so adamant about me getting into grad school because you love me or-"

you rest your chin on his chest and sigh

"yes, but because it'll help you achieve your dreams. and it'll give you a future that's stable. a future that i want for you and-"

you get shy, tucking your face into his skin

"and?"

he asks, but you just kiss him instead.

when it's ten years after - and hanbin has become successful in ways he had never dreamed

you are successful in your own right too

you're equals and your lives are full of each other and your work and everything else

and hanbin realizes when he's looking at rings by himself after work one day what you wanted to say all that time ago

you wanted him to have a good future so that it could tie in with yours

he reminds himself to ask you when he gets home, by what age had you already planned the wedding?

he expects you will stick your tongue out at him when he does, and you do, but he doesn't expect you to cry for half an hour when he pulls the little box out of his pocket.

#nostalgia au #hanbin au #hanbin scenarios #b.i au #b.i scenarios #hanbin #b.i #ikon au #ikon imagines #ikon scenarios #ko fi commissions #slightly suggestive

[after-witch]

White Picket Fence [Yandere Overhaul x Reader]

Title: White Picket Fence [Yandere Overhaul x Reader]

Synopsis: You’ve been with Kai Chisaki for three years. Your life is quiet and cozy and soothing. But what do you do when you realize you want more?

For request: Anonymous said: i love the way you write overhaul!! may i request more of him, please? what would he do if reader develops stockholm syndrome and wants to do the things which normal couples do, even wants to marry him or have kids? thank you!

Word count: 2200-ish

notes: yandere, stockholm syndrome

You should really ask Kai to get a new sofa for his office. His current one, the leather one which used to be shiny and pristine and rather intimidating for someone used to sitting on ratty chairs pilfered from curbs, has definitely seen better days. 

The seats are lumpier, now that you've spent years--3 years, one month, 3 days, but who's counting--in his life, sprawling on the sofa. Reading, napping, doing endless hobbies. Snuggling, when he was in the mood. An endless parade of legs and limbs, pillows and books, growing tiny scratches etched with your fingernails that you sit on to cover them up.

His entire office has your touches, now. The blanket you asked for last Christmas, a big fluffy bright purple affair, is draped over the back of the couch. He keeps your framed embroidered pieces on his desk, because--you assume, but he won't confirm, because he thinks it will hurt your feelings (it won't!)--he can easily stow them away when he has meetings to hold. You don't embroider much, anymore, but it was fun to take on a new hobby.

Kai is kind like that, to give you new hobbies to do. He doesn’t even mind when you get bored of them and move on to something else.

Your books are not as easy to stow away in case of guests, you think. They're scattered here, there, everywhere. In stacks, on shelves. You know there's one stuck under the sofa but you didn't really like the first book in the series and you've decided it should stay put as a result.

Bookmarks, some handmade, others handed over by Kai as a gift for this or that, sticking out of the well-worn pages. Once, you snuck on YouTube during your highly limited, highly precious tablet time (earned, as it were, over the past 2 years) and stumbled on a DIY for making resin bookmarks stuffed with trinkets, glitter, flowers, ink. You’ve yet to broach the subject with Kai, because one, it would mean admitting you snuck on YouTube but two, you don’t think he’ll let you work with resin. But, still. The seed has been planted and when it sprouts, you’ll get the nerve to ask him.

Your sleeping bag is in the laundry, wherever the laundry happens to be, but on colder days you like to spread it on the floor and have reading or hobby marathons while he works. It's childish, but he humors you. He always (mm, no--usually--he did shoot down requests for the dog, the cat, the fish, the rabbit, and the lizard) humors you. You appreciate that about him.

And you appreciate this moment, right now. You're curled up on the sofa, half of the soft blanket in your lap to keep you warm. A book is in your hand, something new from the best-seller list that Kai brought home in a tidy store bag. He brings lots of gifts, and you appreciate every one of them. Although Kai does make you declutter every month. If you didn’t, your room would be simply stuffed with gifts. You don’t begrudge him this, since he lets you keep anything that’s especially precious to you. It’s a fair trade--you’re precious to him and he keeps you, after all.

He's typing away on his laptop, the sound so familiar that it's practically white noise, and you sit on the couch and read. It's quiet. It's comforting. It's... domestic, really.

And it makes you sad.

Lately, sitting in Kai’s office--these quiet moments, these nice moments, just make you sad. You don't know why. Things are good right now, but you just feel weighted down, heavy. Lost and bored and aimless.

But it shouldn’t make you sad that you’re enjoying a new book. Maybe you’re sad about something else. You can’t remember having a bad dream. The outfit Kai picked out for you this morning was cute enough. You didn’t stub your toe getting into the tub. Kai didn’t tug on your hair when brushing out the knots. So… what’s wrong?

You turn your attention back to your book, trying to shake the feeling, shake the obtrusive thoughts that sometimes find their way to the surface now and then. But the words don't want to leap off the page, weaving a story in your mind that takes you into someone else's life and narrative and world for a few precious hours.

And here, again--you don’t know what’s wrong. It’s an interesting enough book, as books go. It's a domestic novel about domestic squabbles, a husband and wife who are 15 years and 3 children into their marriage; living in the pristine suburbs, tired of working and parenting and painted fences and tired of each other.

Maybe the book isn't clicking because you can't really relate. You would never get tired of such things, you think. To have a fence! Oh, to have a yard. Or maybe even have little children, with lives to manage and nurture. Wouldn’t that be nice?

You don't have those things. No--you can't have those things, can you? Your world has been shrunk down to a few rooms. Your bedroom. The bathroom. Kai's office. The clinic. You've made those rooms cozy and comforting. With things and time. But how could you have a toddler, a fence, a dog that barks too much in these limited walls, in this limited life?

And… how could you have any children running around when Kai has never expressed an interest in that sort of life with you. Oh, you've kissed. A few times. The memory of them makes your cheeks hot and you squirm, just a little, on the couch. You like to take those kisses with you at night, under the covers. But it's never been more than kisses, than light touches, than holding hands or feather-light strokes of your neck.

He's never gone further, never so much as asked. You also take this realization with you at night, though by morning the thoughts are gone. Now, in the daylight, they hit you hard and you can’t sleep to make them go fuzzy and grey.

Does he not want you in that way? You're not a virgin, and you don't know if he is, or isn't. But you thought you were attractive enough to... want. You kissed, he did kiss you, he does still kiss you now and then, but why not something more?

Maybe you were ugly. Maybe he felt pity for you. Maybe the kisses were just to keep you from going stir-crazy inside these walls and this life that never went anywhere. He was never going to want anything more than occasional touches, was he? And this was going to be your life, embroidering and reading and fussing about sleeping bags until you were old and grey and useless. A life wasted, a life slipped through the cracks. Your chest hurts and you wish you could fall asleep to make yourself stop thinking.

"(Y/N)? What's wrong?" Kai asks, keyboard silent, laptop humming.

Oh. You've been staring ahead this entire time. You feel cool tears wet on your cheeks. You do this sometimes, drift and stare and cry, and never seem to realize it. So you wipe your cheeks, and you smile. You don't want to worry him. He has so many things to worry about, things he won't tell you, because he knows best--you couldn't hope to understand his work. You are too naïve and kind, and he's got what your 90s-era self help books (you had a phase for reading them last January) call "street smarts."

When he doesn't resume his work, you try again. "It's nothing," you say, light and airy. "I was just thinking about a book."

Instead of typing, he shuts the laptop and your stomach immediately feels like it's going to float away. No, no, no, you've distracted him. He said he had a lot to do today, he said that! Why couldn't you just read your book and be good. Now he'll be upset and distracted and worried and it's all your fault.

You instinctively move over to make room as he sits down on the couch. You don't want to look at him, but you don’t want to not look at him. So you force yourself to smile, force yourself to look--not too happy, but, pleasant, and keep your eyes focused on his shoulders. He rests his hand on top of yours. You look up at his face--it’s only polite, it’s only kind--and the instance your gazes meet you immediately crumble. You cry. Ugly cry, the kind of crying you really hate to do. His look of surprised concern makes your heart twist. You really are bothering him.

But you have to know.

"Why don't you want to marry me?" Your voice is soft and hoarse and aching. Through your tears you see his look of genuine confusion, surprise--and even something sadder, something akin to hurt.

You want to explain. You want to explain how you've just realized that you'll never have kids and a nice big yard and he'll never come home from work to a good meal and kids running on hardwood floors to greet him. You'll never have a wedding with a fancy dress and tasteful invitations. You'll never argue with neighbors about your dog getting into their yard. 

You'll never learn to cook anything more than the shitty microwave meals you ate before you met him, because you've never even seen a kitchen in this place despite being here for years. You’ll never have any of it, except what you read about it books. How do you explain that you’re jealous of a bitter, old married couple because at least they had a life together?

The hand resting on top of yours squeezes and you finally feel the blustery courage to let it all spill out. The words come tumbling fast and thick and laced with a froggy hoarseness.

"Why can't we have a normal... a normal life? I can't have," you swallow, and take a shuddering breath. You're open, you've learned so many lessons to be open with Kai, but expressing these thoughts makes you feel queasy. What if he gets mad? 

“I can't have kids and a big yard and a dog that the neighbors don't like, because I'm here, in these little--these little walls and little rooms, and how can we have kids if we're not married, and how can we be married if you've only kissed me a few times? Why don't you want to be with me? What's wrong with me?"

You're hyperventilating now, and there's an old tingle that you've suppressed, the fear and rage and helplessness that once made you scream and throw and punch walls. You think about the book under the sofa and hate it so much for being there. You think about your embroidery sitting prettily on Kai’s desk and you want to rip out every single thread.

You think you really break open, about to grab something and just destroy it, when suddenly Kai’s gloved hands are on your cheeks and his mask is gone and oh, his lips are on yours and is that tongue you feel--it is, it definitely is--and he’s never kissed you like this, deep and warm and soft and wet.

He pulls away and you’re dumbfounded and you must look dumb, too, because Kai wipes away a stubborn line of drool on your bottom lip and chuckles, low and light. He leaves the ugly, thick tears that have stained your cheeks.

“Do you really think I don’t want to be with you?” His thumb strokes your lips and the seam of the glove tickles and sends a hot thrill shooting down your stomach. “Do you think I haven’t imagined our… future?”

His touch is soft and his words are soft and his gaze is familiar and comfortable; the look that makes your stomach do fumbles, the look he gives you when he’s letting you know that you’re being silly again.

“I… I don’t know,” you say, your shaky breath ghosting over his thumb. “It’s just--”

He presses his thumb on your lips and you quiet down, and you listen.

“I’m waiting until you’re ready. You know that I know what’s best for us, what’s best for you, don’t you?”

You nod.

“Then you know that we will have all those things--” you ignore the voice inside you, so small and silly now, that’s insisting you-won’t-you-won’t-you-won’t--- “but only when you’re ready.”

He smiles, and you smile, because you know that he’s right. You wipe away your own tears and grin, sheepish and feeling so ridiculous for having a fit right in the middle of the day like this.

You let yourself be tucked in, let Kai drape the soft blanket over your legs. He presses a kiss to your forehead and your lips tingle with envy. You watch as he goes back to his desk and sits down, as he replaces his gloves and his mask. All is well, all is back to normal.

Kai starts typing, and you let the white noise soothe you as you pick up your book and flip open to your bookmark. Maybe tomorrow you’ll ask about the resin.

#yandere overhaul #yandere #yandere kai chisaki #overhaul x reader #afterwitch writes #he is SUCh... an asshole