#especially when they start going places that ask them to 'bless' their babies as gods

[softquietsteadylove]

Vc poderia fazer uma história onde Thena e Gil tem um bebê? Obrigada.

(hello love! I asked a friend for help and she said that your ask is in Portuguese? I hope it's okay the reply is in English! @dalhia28 has a story about them actually having a baby on Ao3 which I always recommend to people looking for a biological child story)

"Gilgamesh, I have--oh."

Gil looked up at her with a sheepish little smile and whispered, "sorry."

The Warrior Eternal shook her head to dismiss his apology. She came into the gathering hall - one of many in Babylon Temple - and sat on one of the benches next to him. "Should I be concerned?"

He chuckled, bouncing the bundle in his arms lightly as it stirred. "Her mother is with Sersi and Ajak. She's the healer among the humans, and she pretty much jumped at the chance to learn a thing or two from them. They said they were taking her to look at some herbs that were maybe not the safest and next thing I know I'm-"

"With child," Thena murmured, eyeing the infantile human in Gil's arms.

"Babysitting," he clarified and corrected. He looked up at her, both of them still somewhat hovered over their tiny guest. "What were you saying?"

"Hm," Thena mused, tilting her head and examining the child. "Oh, just that my turn of watch is completed. I am free."

"Ah," Gil grinned and nudged her gently with his elbow, their armour meeting with a dull and metallic thud. "All mine now--is that it?"

Thena smiled, indulging him and his humour silently. She changed the angle of her head again, "it seems comfortable with you."

Gil shrugged, though, although he made sure that the slight movement that it was didn't disturb the baby. "Got me--maybe it thinks I'm like a big soft bed."

His arms were firm, but they did have a certain softness to them as well. Thena knew that very well, first hand. The baby was snuggled properly into the crook of his elbow, her head supported, her body enclosed in its soft cloth.

"Oh," Gil uttered completely softly. The baby stirred before blinking wide brown eyes at them. "Well hello."

Thena looked at the baby, who seemed caught off-guard at best (terrified at worst). She tensed to stand from her seat, "I am frightening it."

"You are not," he chuckled, catching the edge of the gauzy material attached to her armour and creating a 'skirt' of sorts between her legs. "Just look at her."

She was doing that. Thena was looking at the baby, who was looking at her in turn. Humans were already so soft and fragile; their young were infinitely more so.

"She's not gonna break from you looking at her," Gilgamesh advised her. He had possessed the very same fear she did when he had first encountered human children and their smallness.

But he had surmounted his fear. Children adored him--his playfulness, his humour, his eagerness to bend a rule or two. That and Sersi and Ajak had showed him personally how to handle human babies.

"I do not think her fondness for you extends to me," Thena muttered, although she had to admit that the baby's massive eyes had a certain transfixing quality to them.

"Mm," the baby pressed her little lips together, shimmying in her cocoon of blankets.

"Sh, little one."

Gil looked at her as Thena whispered and shushed the girl, even letting her capture her wiggling finger for comfort. Such small hands, they had. He smiled at her, "see?--you're a natural."

"I would not make any such claim," Thena discouraged, but didn't pull her finger away from the baby. If anything, she pursed her lips at her, encouraging the infant to do the same.

The baby giggled.

Thena smiled reflexively, as if the sound could physically stimulate her own muscles.

"Hard to resist, huh?" Gilgamesh asked gently as she entertained their new ally.

"Indeed," Thena lamented, although she couldn't claim to be too upset by it. The baby waved her arms - still grasping Thena's finger in her little hand - and earned another smile from the Warrior Eternal.

"It's a good look for you."

"Hm?" she looked at him, but he had that expression on that implied that he had been looking at nothing but her since she arrived.

"This," he nodded, still charmed by the exchange between her and the little human. "I daresay you could be fond of human kids."

Thena tilted her head at the young one, who almost mimicked it back to the best of her tiny abilities. "Perhaps...some."

"I think the feeling is mutual," he smiled, now even adjusting the baby to engage her more with their interaction.

"Do not speak for her, Gilgamesh."

He chuckled again, "yes, dear."

She looked at him, also making soft eyes at the young life in his hands. He was so soft at heart, despite having the toughest shell in this and probably any other galaxy. "And you."

He looked at her this time.

She eyed the young girl and then her partner next to her. She tried to articulate the thoughts she had with the words - usually not bountiful - she could muster. "This life--it suits you."

"What, this?" he blinked, bouncing the baby again. He made a face and shook his head, "it's not that--it's not for any of us."

Thena shook her head gently, letting the baby bring her hand closer to her chubby little cheeks. She was so, so soft--even softer than the typical human. "I think Ajak and Sersi would excel in the raising of young."

"Well, when you put it like that."

But she smiled. "Their caring, their nurturing, their gentle natures; I think if they could, they would desire it."

He raised his brow at her, "do you think I do?"

She paused. Perhaps she couldn't picture what Gilgamesh would be like fathering a young one. Something about those two concepts just didn't meet in her mind. But looking at him with the young one in his arms now did warm something within her heart. It was intangible and distant, but she desired to feel more of it. "I think you would make a wonderful father."

Gilgamesh blushed, as Gilgamesh was wont to do. He was sweet, like that.

Thena went back to admiring the guest of honour, whose eyes were drooping despite waking mere moments ago. "Sh, little thing. Rest and grow."

Gil gave her one of his more indecipherable looks, "maybe I could...with the right partner."

Thena looked up at him, their eyes meeting.

"Ada!"

Thena rose, her finger still entrapped by the baby's hand. "Excuse my intrusion."

The mother all but ignored Thena's attempt at formality, giving her a wide and warm smile. "Warrior, please, I would entrust you with this one here as much as I trust the Strong one."

Thena and Gil traded a look before Gil leaned to hand over the woman's child to her. Thena's finger left Ada's grasp, feeling colder for it. She drew her hand back slowly.

"I hope I have not burdened you too greatly, great Gilgamesh."

"No, no, really," he waved his hands in defense of her apology. "I don't mind at all. Thena doesn't either, right?"

The mother looked at her, and she caught a hint of Sersi and Ajak hovering just outside the room. Thena smiled down at the human woman, "she's beautiful."

The woman began to glow with pride, smiling at Thena with all of her teeth, "thank you, Warrior. I must agree."

#Thenamesh AU #I hope it's okay that it's a little different! #I still don't think any of the Eternals can have kids #but they also shouldn't be able to swim so what do I know #anyway I think Thena wouldn't really consider kids a thing #but then she sees Gil with them #sees how happy this new little life makes him #and she thinks I could do that #I could do that for him--with him #she could do anything that would make him that happy #and maybe she would be lying if she said she wasn't at least a little fond of the sweet little human in his hands #Gil and Thena start interacting with more kids #although true to her word Thena doesn't love every baby she meets #especially when they start going places that ask them to 'bless' their babies as gods #she's asked to kiss babies in Athens for wisdom and she's like bye *evaporates* #Ada though...she grows up and Thena and Gil are like her cool uncle and aunt #maybe one day Thena meets another human child - a boy - who reminds her of the first young human she ever bonded with

[ohbabydollie]

some schlatt n latina reader hcs bc i can and i’ve never seen them done and it js makes sense in my mind

he absolutely loves celebrating holidays with you, especially in the winter time

“cut a small piece schlatt” you warn looking at him “but i want a big-” “i swear to god, if you get the baby” you threaten as he cuts a large chunk and starts eating it with his chocolate abuelita before suddenly stopping as you raise a brow at him

he spits something into his napkin

“le tocó el bebé! (he got the baby!)” your tía cheers as you stare at him

“you should’ve eaten it” you huff jokingly

he will speak to your family in spanish and understands them which is a first from a partner of yours and they like it very much

he’s loves the food

especially caldos y sopas

n stuff made mostly in the winter time (100% asks for caldo de pollo on the hottest day known to man)

now refuses to drink regular pack hot chocolate after drinking chocolate de abuelita and makes you make it for him when he’s craving some

like will eat 2-5 bowls of pozole if given the chance with tostadas

“mamá ya, he’s had enough to eat” you say picking up his bowl of pozole before your mom takes it “pero míralo, tiene hambre(but look at him, he looks hungry)” she says serving him some more “no le das de comer o que? (you don’t feed him or what?)” she asks placing the plate down as he grins making you roll your eyes

your tias y abuelitas LOVE him from how much he eats and how he’ll sit around gossiping and talking with them for hours

your younger siblings or cousins absolutely adore him, from gaming to playing soccer with him and will ask for him when he doesn’t come with you to a dinner or party

yk how they rent out bouncy houses for birthday parties

he’s helping the kids tipping them over and will unplug the bouncy house to mess with them as they start to yell

“why are you here? did jay come?” your nephew asks looking up at you as his mom smacks him on the head “pide la bendición primero menso (ask for blessing first dumbass)”

some of your family didn’t really understand his career at first until after he explained that making and posting videos makes him money along with his other businesses

“soy muy trabajador y tengo dos negocios (im very hard working and i have two business)” he explains as your family nods, especially your tios, in approval

speaking of tios, they didn’t like him at first

kinda standing there judging him silently, beer in hand until they offered him one and he responded in spanish

now they’re asking when the both of you plan on getting married, especially after hearing how “hard working” he is

has a love-hate relationship with the crusty white dogs or chihuahuas your family has

they will bark, bite and nip at him until he stops trying to pet and hold them

god forbid one of them claimed you as their favorite person because he is not allowed in your vicinity at all

“be nice, es tu papi (he’s your daddy)” you say, the dog growling at schlatt while schlatt gives it the cockiest grin “soy tu papi nuevo (im your new daddy)” he says going to pet the dog as it tries to bite his finger

makes jokes about you using him for a green card, money, etc. but won’t push your boundaries at all

“it’s either bisexual or bipolar and i chose bipolar when it comes with a fat ass in forbidden pants” schlatt tells the chat as you come in, handing him something to eat and walk out as he watches you, “yeah the red flags are looking green when you’re seeing them from behind”

likes your attitude, just the witty comebacks n stuff

especially when you’re around his friends and say something in spanish that will have him flustered while they ask for him to translate

if he ever genuinely makes you upset he’s at your feet, apologizing

“please please please please” he begs, on the floor “jay, it’s fine” you say crossing your arms in the way he knows it means its not fine “POR FAVOR (PLEASE) Y/N, ILL GIVE YOU WHATEVER YOU WANT” he begs, pulling out his wallet

is probably the biggest simp known to man for you

will use anything as an excuse to show you off, like anything

even gifts, he’ll take a photo of the gift and post it along side a selfie you sent him just to show you off some more

flexes you to everyone from his friends to chat

“what does the schirlfriend look like?” he reads off, immediately grabbing his phone to show off the new lock screen he has of you “hot as fuck, i’ll tell you that for sure”

might write some more if u guys want it :3

#jschlatt x reader #schlatt x reader #jschlatt x you #jschlatt x y/n #schlatt x y/n #schlatt x you #jschlatt fluff #schlatt fluff #jschlatt headcanons

[kairos-polaris]

Can I ask your top 10 fav fics ever (from any fandom, if you don't mind)?

Also, just curious, is there a story behind your name "yaoshifollower"?

my name is a game reference! i picked it in April-May last year when i just started playing hsr and we got introduced to the aeon/god of abundance Yaoshi, i really liked their design and the idea that even good blessings can be harmful if taken to extreme. which is why i am their follower!

now, for my top ten fics, i am going to limit myself to jjk only but i can do a general list too if anyone is interested

(not ranking them because it's something i always struggle with ranking anything)

1. every jjk fic by voxofthevoid @voxofthevoid, because they'd take up the entire list otherwise. i can't chose one favourite tho the way it follows you home, the stories i never told and isolation neophyte, too afraid to taste your conscience are close contenders for the first place

i adore the way he writes Gojo, that arrogant selfish bastard, and Yuuji, my precious baby can do no wrong 🥰, their interactions with each other and people around them (gege could never). and the smut is always top tier, i am still not over one particular line and i don't think i ever will be

2. still water by movequickly. it's ita/fushi, a canon divergent au from 212 chapter of manga and i just really love Megumi's characterization, the introspection on his relationship with others, something we lack in manga, and Sukuna specifically. also there is minor suku/ita and i am obsessed with the fucked up flavour of it!! like yes yes, this is exactly the way i want them

3. putredine by EvilPeaches. hints of ita/fushi, but mostly suku/ita. also another perfect depiction of the fucked up relationship Sukuna and Yuuji have. Yuuji wins but loses so much in the process you are left to wonder if the victory was worth it. in the end skita merge becoming one person (very fucked)

warning: check tags for both fics, especially the third one (people were talking in the comments about how dark it was but i just got horny 😔)

4. i'll be anything you ask of me by Anonymous. mostly hiita, with some goyuu. short and sweet, Yuuji-centric and encourages him to ask for what he wants, which is something i always approve of. comfort fic for me

5. this side of paradise by omontz. goyuu 236 au, Satoru's death starts a time loop with Yuuji forced to live through each in Satoru's pov. i rarely see time loop fics not from the pov of the person experiencing it and this fic does it perfectly. each loop is perfect and it made me cry, oh poor Yuuji he suffered for so long

6. "But to you it's just words" by WriterOfTheMaximum (@the-hurdy-gurdy-man , hope i didn't mistag lmao), a historical goyuu au where they walk a lot . Gojo characterization is very important to me and he is so perfectly imperfect here, just the way he is in the manga. Yuuji is a precious boy ofc, love this fic very much and i am going to reread it soon

7. Convergence by NoGravity, a canon divergent goyuu au in which Yuuji with the prison realm end up in the past (pre hidden inventory arc). Yuuji tries to unseal Satoru and get back to the future while also getting closer with teen Satoru. teen Satoru's jealousy of his older self was super cute. and while the results of their actions in the past didn't fix their future, it created an alternate universe. in the end both goyuu of the og universe and the alternate one are happy together

8. Lipstick by Lumieerie. one of my fave goyuuge fics, just very lovely and super delicious smut, i read it multiple times

9. Misplaced calls by J_c_nth. a loor at Gojo's time in the prison realm during which he receives calls from Yuuji from a different universe. some just met their Satoru z some haven't, some know him well and some really well. those calls make him confront his own feelings for Yuuji and realise how much he loves him

10. Touch me, touch you by rizna. senpai/kohai au goyuu being stupid and stupidly in love and making other people suffer for it

#my asks #long post

[novankenn]

"Jaune Gets A Gun AU - Day 2" WarHammer 40K - Bolter/Laspistol

Inspired by @howlingday's RU-JA-GUN-CON

Pyrrha was not happy as she followed behind Jaune, who was following behind Tiny Tina and Ruby. The pair of firearms aficionados (IE Gun Freaks) seem to have found common ground. The pair laughed and joked, remarking about weapons and military forces they had read about in their "Special" magazines.

Pyrrha: (Thinking) Ruby, you traitor! She's the enemy.

Pyrrha tried to refocus, to put her energy into finding a way to open herself up to Jaune. To take that next step. So lost in her own thoughts, she never noticed that Jaune had stopped walking. His eyes being drawn to a strangely placed display...

Pyrrha's face was crimson from embarrassment, and the fact that she was now nose to chest with her crush. His scent doing odd things to her...

Jaune: (Groaning) You okay, Pyr?

Pyrrha: (Sputtering) I'm sorry! I wasn't...

Ruby/Tiny Tina: Jaune! Are you okay?

Pyrrha: (Thinking) Oh so that's how it is!

Jaune: We're fine. I tripped up Pyr while I was distracted by... hey, where did that display go?

Tiny Tina: What display, J-Baby?

Jaune: The stack of Pumpkin Pete's Marshmallow Flakes and Marshmallow Crunch? There was even the "Make Your Own Pumpkin Pete Mask" Halloween special box!

Ruby: Jaune?

Jaune: I'm serious! There was a whole display here featuring Pyrrha!

Tiny Tina: Say what now? Her face is on cereal boxes?

Pyrrha: (Ashamed) Yes, I'm sponsored by Pumpkin Pete... after my third Championship, they started putting my face on the boxes.

Tiny Tina: I see... so would you say you're like famous or something?

Pyrrha: You could say that...

????: Little Brother Jaune, are you alright?

Pyrrha/Tiny Tina/Ruby: Little Brother?

Ruby: (gasping) You said you only had sisters!

Tiny Tina: I KNOW you only have sisters! Who's the geriatric?

Jaune: (Totally ignoring everyone) Esteemed Brother Julius?

Julius: Aye. Good to see you again, little one. But I ask again, are you unharmed?

Jaune: Just a simple accident. No worries. We're perfectly fine.

Julius: Good. Now, what type of gentleman does not introduce his companions?

Jaune: Right! Introductions. Esteemed Brother Julius, these are my friends. Ruby Rose, Pyrrha Nikos, and Tiny Tina. Pyrrha and Ruby attend Beacon Academy with me. Tina is a childhood friend.

Julius: I greet you. May the God Emperor's blessings fall upon your shoulders, and his grace guide you in your journey through this life.

Tiny Tina/Ruby/Pyrrha: God, what now?

Julius: (Turning his entire attention to Jaune) So why do I find you amidst this chaos?

Jaune: My friends are helping me try and find a ranged option.

Julius: I see.

Jaune: Are you here alone? I only asked because last time you visited you had...

Heavy metallic sounds emanated from behind the small group. As one, they all turned...

Jaune: Venerable Grand Uncle Bob!

Ruby/Pyrrha: Say what now?

Tiny Tina: When did you get an Uncle J-Baby?

Uncle Bob: (Booming Voice) Little Brother Jaune, it has been a long time.

Jaune: At least ten years! How are you holding up?

Uncle Bob: I grow weary, but the enemies of the Imperium do not sleep, so neither shall I.

Ruby/Pyrrha: (Whispering to Tiny Tina) How did you NOT know he had an Uncle, especially one that looks like that?

Tiny Tina: (Whispering) I wasn't with him 24-7... though sharing his bed during sleep-overs was extra groovy...

Pyrrha/Ruby: What?

Tiny Tina: Plus my parents took me out on trips... a lot... so yeah I only know about his main family, yep like just them... no one else, nope, no one else.

Julius: So you are looking for a ranged option, I believe that is what you mentioned.

Jaune: Yeah. I'm mainly a melee combatant, but not all grimm come in close, so I need something...

Uncle Bob: To share the Emperor's Light to the heathens.

Pyrrha, Tiny Tina and Ruby just stayed out of the conversation, still trying to process everything they just found out, about their shared crush and love interest.

Jaune: You could say that. So why are you guys here? Every time Mom invited you to a family outing, you've been busy...

Julius: That is of no matter, Little Brother. What is your stated lack of a firearm. That will be rectified post-haste.

Jaune: Do you have suggestions on what I type of gun I should look for?

Uncle Bob: Little Brother Julius, it is time. He is of age.

Julius: Yes, as you wish, Venerable one.

Pyrrha/Ruby/Tiny Tina: What's going on?

Julius reaches behind his back and withdraws two items. Opening his massive gauntlet covered hands, he presents them to Jaune.

Jaune: No, this is TOO much. I can't.

Julius: Of course you can. This Bolter belonged to Venerable Grand Uncle Bob before his encasement ceremony. As did this, Laspistol. They are, by blood, rightfully yours.

Jaune: I understand that, and I'm so in awe that you guys would do this for me... but what you're forgetting is... MOM.

Julius: Oh, yeah... that.

Uncle Bob: I said I was sorry.

Jaune: Grand Uncle Bob... you crushed Mom's entire Ceramic Cat collection. The one she had been building since she was like five years old.

Uncle Bob: (Sounding Depressed) I said I was sorry, I still am. I just don't know how to make it up to her.

Julius: Little Brother Jaune... do you have any ideas?

Jaune: Helping her replace them wou...

Uncle Bob: A Gyrinx! No, a pride of them! She'll have to forgive me then!

Jaune: Brother Julius, what is Grand Uncle Bob talking about?

Julius: He's going to try and get your mother a xeno pet cat that will boost her psychic abilities, or by the sounds of it... several.

Pyrrha/Tiny Tina/Ruby: Say what now?

Jaune: That might work.

Julius: If we succeed, we will return, and if the God Emperor is benevolent we will have your mother's blessing, and you can receive your Grand uncle's weapons as he wishes.

Jaune: I'll be waiting.

The quartet watched Julius and Grand Uncle, Bob, move off. The milling crowd parting before them like water off the bow of a ship.

Ruby: Was that a Bolter combat rifle...

Tiny Tina: And a Laspistol?

Pyrrha: Grand Uncle?

Jaune: Yes those were a Bolter and a Laspistol, and yes Grand Uncle.

Pyrrha: is that anything like a Great Uncle?

Jaune: Sort of.

Pyrrha: How, sort of?

Jaune: About five generations, give or take.

Pyrrha: Excuse me?

Jaune: So, where to next, guys?

Tiny Tina/Ruby: (Almost in tears) He could have had a Bolter and a Laspistol... but mama Arc says no....

Pyrrha: Jaune, about this Grand Uncle...

Jaune: Guys where to next?

????/????: Hey kids. Over here! We know you wanna!

(So there's the Warhammer 40K addition. I know it's not exactly what was asked, for... but it is what flowed through my mind as I started to write it. Hope that doesn't upset anyone. Hope you enjoyed.)

Almost Forgot!

korben600 asked:

Consider for “Jaune Gets a Gun”, an old Astartes who landed on remnant tries to sell him a bolter.

Jaune settles for a laspistol since that is MUCH more his style.

Thank You for the suggestion/idea. @korben600

#jaune arc #ruby rose #pyrrha nikos #tiny tina #arkos #lancaster #time bomb #warhammer 40k #space marines #rwby #borderlands #emerald sustrai #topaz #dreadnaught #jaune gets a gun au

[beezlub]

Dating Steve Harrington HC

Two years; it's been two fucking years since I’ve uploaded something on here. Do I have an excuse? Absolutely not. Do I need to? Also no. Enjoy this little dump I’ve been festering on for about two weeks now.

Fem Reader

NSFW UNDER THE CUT

SFW:

100% asks you out after your opening shift at family video

Was it influenced by Robin? Absolutely. She saw the look in his eyes and knew he had something for you the moment you guys got separated by the Russians

And he possibly slipped something out about how pretty he thought you were when they were still drugged

Anyways

Surprises you with bouquets at least once a month, he won’t openly admit it but he loves seeing the look in your eyes when you grasp them and look up at him with the stars in your eyes

Weekly movie nights no doubt. You pick the movie, he brings the popcorn and coke and you snuggled under a shared blanket in your basement

Any siblings? He gets along great with them. I mean, have you seen him around Dustin and the kids? Invites your sibling along with him to do some domestic chores and very much enjoys spending quality time with them

Compliments you 24/7, no matter how you look at the moment

Breakfast in bed whenever you stay at his house

He has your favorite foods memorized, as a good boyfriend should!

Is your personal heater when you start your period. He knows exactly what to do when you ring his house up (At your house within 15 minutes with some chocolate, popcorn, his most recently worn sweater, and cuddles)

Definitely thinks you’re the most attractive person in Hawkins, maybe even the whole state of Indiana and the US

I mean you could be wearing sweatpants and a sweater (bonus points if it’s Steve’s sweater) for all he cares, and he’d think you’re the prettiest girl in the universe

Because to him, you are

Definitely tries to keep you from the horrors of the upside down, but being around Dustin, sometimes things slip

You actually find it really interesting, and you wanna tag along to see some of the stuff Dustin tells you about

Steve 100% tells you no, that he can’t risk losing you to the horrors the upside down holds, especially Vecna too

You don’t listen, and in a twist of events, end up bashing what you think is some sort of parasitic bats off your boyfriend

Steve kinda sorta finds it hot, his seemingly sweet and precious girlfriend cursing and swinging a bat with nails on it around and killing things

Definitely not something he ever thought he’d see

Opens up to you about wanting to have a family

His dream of having 6 little nuggets makes you smile at him, knowing that after all of this if any of you guys were to survive, you’d love for Steve to live out his dreams

His nightmares, not so much

You remember comforting him on some of the nights you slept over at his house, feeling him jolt awake and reach for you

The tears he had made you cry, and you promised to him one night that he’d never lose you

You only hoped to keep that promise after all was said and done

NSFW:

Steve has a breeding kink. No shame there.

I mean, if you didn’t know from his ‘6 nuggets’ spiel, god bless

Definitely one to do at least half an hour of foreplay before even thinking of going down on you

Love love LOVES the little whimpers you make when he kisses you, then works his way down your neck and onto your chest

Wants to leave hickeys all over you so others know you’re his, but you know your parents would kill you if he did that, so he refrains and only does them in spots he can see ;)

Is so handsy with you

Like constantly, hand on your thigh, and whispers in your ear, especially if you guys are in public

He knows you can be a tease, so he just does it back, dragging his hand up that seemingly shorter skirt and drawing small circles on your inner thigh at family dinners

“Baby, you wanna be a brat around your parents, bad girls get punished,” MAKES ME WEAAKK

Has you laid over his lap when you go back to his place that night, your skirt flipped high and his favorite undies adorning your cute cheeks

“Oh, you planned for this, didn’t you princess?”

Meek whimpers and moans as he spanks you, before slipping his hands down between your thighs and feeling how wet you are

“Good God Princess, you’re soaked through these pretty panties, such a slut aren’t you?”

Will finger you for hours, I’m convinced, he could get off on just hearing your moans

And if you’ve never came before, either by yourself or with another guy, boy are you in for a surprise with him

Would even let you get off on his thigh if that's something you’d want to try

Definitely tries to overstim you, he wants to see how much you can take, it doesn’t matter if you’ve came nth times, he gets what he wants

Cums in his pants if he makes you squirt, bonus points if that’s your first time too

“Fuck, baby, that was so hot, I want you to do that around my cock next time though,”

Uses a condom even if you’re on birth control, but if you insist he goes raw…

Mans does not hold back

At. All.

Sometimes you have bruises on your hips from how tight his grip is, but you don’t mind ;)

Absolutely loses his mind if you ask him to breed you, ykyk?

He would love to see you all round and glowing one day when he finally gets to marry you and put his seed in you properly

No doubt that the night you guys get married, you’ll be flipped onto the bed and fucked until stupid and his cum is leaking out of you

Favorite position is missionary, no argument there. He loves how intimate it is and how he can just lean down and kiss you or nip at your sweet spot

Although, he does like to shake it up sometimes, and loves to watch you bounce on his cock instead, especially on his lazy days when he doesn’t feel like doing too much work

Either way, mans has amazing and long stamina when it comes to the bedroom, you’ll usually cum two or three times before he cums the first time inside you

Aftercare is so precious with him! Warm damp towel swiping gently at your sensitive pussy, a nice cold glass of water for you, and some warm skin-to-skin cuddles afterward

Definitely perks to living in an empty home for Steve, especially when you get too vocal. He swears your moans bounce off the walls and into the rest of his home

Anyways, horny Steve is no Steve to mess with

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[merv606]

Puritanverse filth!

Terry's sweet little omega is gently shaking on the bed, sinful whimpers escaping his mouth as his Alpha eats him out. Terry will never tire of that juicy cunt, pink and wet, feasting upon his boy as Daniel's omegahood fills, engorged and beautiful. It's even more perfect because the omega is pregnant, only a few months in, their fourth pup growing inside of him. Terry absolutely loves Daniel like this. His perfect, small bump, little tits coming into milk, and his cunt is always the juiciest when he's carrying.

"Sir, Sir, I -" the omega keens, hands in Terry's hair as he mewls, "oh, oh, Terry," the boys sobs. Terry has to smile at that. Daniel rarely uses his name. Such a good, submissive sweetheart. Always "Alpha" or "Sir" and sometimes, if Terry is extra lucky, "Mr. Silver", which always makes Terry feel as if he's a strange Alpha taking the innocence of this ethereal, young omega.

Terry especially loves the way Daniel cums like this because when with pup he squirts, and it's filthy, it's perfect. His boy is shy after, embarrassed, and Terry makes Daniel sees and tastes how wet he was.

Warning - only read through this once.

This reminds me of something - I think I have only used this line once but:

Terry telling Daniel his favourite kind of pussy is pregnant pussy.

Kind of fits with your idea above and how he squirts while with pup - so maybe the first time Terry gets him to do that is also the first time he gets him with pup and he tells him that line above.

He and Terry had been given the good news from the doctor only hours earlier. He was with pup - their very first blessing.

The doctor has estimated about six weeks pregnant, meaning it had happened on their wedding night - the first time Terry took him - the first time Daniel had taken anyone.

So, Daniel had been shocked when, that night after getting in bed with his alpha, to feel his husband’s hand smooth up his thigh until it got the heat between his legs.

“Alpha sir, I …” he stutters out, trying NOT to spread his legs to make himself more accessible to his alpha - an automatic response he has now, whenever his alpha puts his hands on him with this kind of clear intent.

Not that the closed legs would stop Terry though.

“What is is sweetheart?” Terry asks, concerned.

The doctor has said that his little omega may be uncomfortable as his body changed and the baby started growing.

Terry had already noticed his chest was more sensitive and the nipples a bit plumper, the flesh around them a bit more generous.

It was the sickness though, that prompted the visit in the first place, was more towards the afternoon.

The doctor has briefly explained the upcoming stages of pregnancy, assuring them both that the morning sickness should pass after his first trimester.

Terry himself couldn’t wait for the stage when the little would be extra desperate for him.

He has smirked as the doctor had tried to be as gentle as possible when explaining it to Daniel, that he would require more intimate time with his alpha. The blush had been high on his omega’s cheeks, flushed like he was after being fucked good and well by his alpha - and god, he was so alluring - Terry wanted to take him then and there, on the exam room bed.

Terry had also noticed how wet he was getting which was saying something, seeing how most times he would soak the sheets. Terry had been fucking him the other night, his cock so wet he kept slipping out, the slick flicking out among the loud squelching. Despite his efforts though, he hadn’t been able to get the little omega to squirt which, given the changes now, he’s hoping he will achieve.

Now though, he stills his hand. If his little omega isn’t feeling up to it ….

“I’m …. I’m with pup sir,” he stammers out.

Terry sits up, amused, “I know little one …… I was the one who put it here,” he laughs gently.

He rubs the (for now) flat stomach.

“Are you in discomfort?” he asks. The doctor said his body would go through general aches and pains as the pregnancy progressed.

Although Terry’s fingers come away from his cunt now dripping wet, he wants to be sure.

“No,” although his omega place is throbbing with need to be filled and fucked by his husband - his rosebud swollen and aching for his husband’s touch.

“Then what is it?”

Daniel furrows his brow and Terry knows that means something is confusing him

“I …. It’s just that …. Relations,” he says and isn’t that cute Terry thinks, as his hands creep down, swiping between his slit, and his fingers come away from his cunt shiny and soaked. His little omega clearly wants it - needs it.

“Relations,” he begins again, voice more shaky now, “between an alpha and omega are for blessings,” he explains, clutches the sheets, whimpering when his husband’s hand returns to his aching rosebud.

“Yes, “ Terry says, still confused by what the problem is with his little mate. He can smell how aroused he is, feel it on the evidence left on his fingers.

“They’re only for blessings,” he continues, stressing the only, “and I’m already blessed sir so …”

It hits Terry then, what Daniel means and he tries not to laugh

His little mate thinks the only reason Terry has been filling him was to achieve a child which, although it was what was desired, it was far from the only reason why Terry was taking him in such a manner, or taking him so much.

His little mate thinks that now that’s he’s with child that they no longer need to have sex.

“Sweetheart,” he starts, “It’s also to make you, and me,” he stresses, knowing his mate cares more about that than himself, “feel good.”

“But …..”

“Darling,” he says. “If you think I’m going to deprive myself of you for nine months in any circumstance but especially seeing your body in this state … as our child grows inside you - as your body changes and these,” he pinches a soft nipple, eliciting a soft moan, “fill to feed them ….” Oh no Terry can’t wait to see his little mate like that. He will be beyond gorgeous. “If you think that then you are beyond mistaken,” he finishes.

“But… the church.”

Terry sighs. His sweet little omega.

“Are these not, according to the church, my husbandly rights and your duties as a married omega?”

“Of course but …”

And is your job as an omega not to listen and obey your alpha

Of course sir

And above all, to keep your aloha happy and satisfied?!

Of course sir. He sits up, horrified. “Am I not …”

“Shhh shhh,” he places daniel’s hand on his cock so he can feel how hard he is for him - because of him.

“I am very happy, but right now, what I need is satisfaction which ….” He opens his omega’s leg, wrapping them around his waist.

“You can ask the priest tomorrow he will tell you as much, but for now though,” he takes his cock out, “you’ll be a good omega for your alpha, and let me have you.”

He swiped the head up through the slick folds gathering the wetness there before teasing the head at his entrance the faintest of pressure - not that it takes much / he opens so beautifully for Terry now.

It’s heaven - Terry swears it feels different than any other time. He knew his mate was pregnant almost from the moment it happened but to have it confirmed -

He would have sworn that the night he took his husband’s purity - his greatest gift and right - was the best feeling but this - fucking him, knowing life is growing inside him - life put there by Terry - that really is the best he thinks. Which is a good thing because he plans to keep his little mate in such a state for a while.

He just knows Daniel is going to take to pregnancy and raising their kids.

Terry groans as his cock slides in all the way. His boy is beyond wet - he’s soaked, drenching Terry and the sheets, but despite the sheets needing to be changed, he doesn’t get what he wants.

……

It’s not until he’s showing though. Terry’s face buried between his shaking thighs, that he says it out loud for the first time.

He comes up, face shiny with slick, licking his lips, undoing his pants to guide himself inside the welcome heat of his gorgeous omega, round belly and full chest on display. All because of Terry - all for Terry.

“Pregnant pussy,” … he groans out, rubbing the omega’s throbbing rosebud as he fucks the rest of the way in.

Daniel comes then, at the crash words, and the tightening of his body already has Terry on edge, so hard from eating the little omega out it hurts, and he fucks in, harder than he even has, slamming in, in, in. The little omega too turned on and blissed out, another orgasm building at the right treatment.

And then, just before he comes he pulls out, he gets what he wants, his little omega squirting for him, covering Terry, who returns the favour, shooting his load onto his belly and tits.

“Pregnant pussy,” Terry chuckles and another mall squirt dribbles out.

Yeah, it really is the best kind of pussy, Terry thinks.

Already planning round two in his head.

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[what-if-queen-camilla]

Chapter 10

Foreword:

Thank you all sooo much for all your comments and feedback! That really is the best motivation and I'm always happy to try and take your suggestions into account on the next chapters... Can't wait to hear your thoughts on this one as things are getting serious now...

04th August 1987 - Part 1

Middlewick House, Wiltshire

Sighing Camilla rolled to her left side in order to check the time, at least for the 30th time that night: Quarter past midnight. Gosh, she was tired. She hadn't slept properly in more than two weeks: it had been some hot and humid past weeks, not even the nights had brought a cool down, and being heavily pregnant that awful heat made her struggle even more. They had sent Tom and Laura to Dorset to stay with Annabel and Simon and spend some time with their cousins while Andrew had agreed to stay with her until the birth and the baby was due every day now. Thank goodness, Camilla thought, tenderly stroking her meanwhile huge bump. It really was high time now, especially with these insane temperatures it really wasn't fun being pregnant anymore. So far she had been blessed with a happy and healthy pregnancy, the little girl had been developing and growing excellently and she was expecting a smooth and easy birth, hopefully sooner rather than later. She couldn't wait to hold her daughter in her arms, neither could Charles, though she was concerned about whether he could really manage to be in her life as "just Sir", a family friend, like he was for Tom and Laura, who adored him, or whether it was going to break his heart at some point. Officially, Andrew was going to be her father, all rights and responsibilities included. With the publication of Queen Elizabeth II's list of birthday honours, she had at least realised what had led Andrew to change his mind about the whole thing. She didn't believe for a second that there wasn't a "connection" between this and his appointment, not only as a Colonel but also as a Silver Stick in Waiting to Her Majesty The Queen, but she had decided not to ask questions. For the moment, she was just grateful for her husband's support, though she was worried about whether he would ever be able to really accept the little one and show her at least a little bit of love, as everything else would not only be cruel but also suspicious. With twelve and nine years old respectively, Tom, and especially Laura, who was particularly attentive and sensitive, were old enough to notice if something wasn't right and the last thing she wanted was to burden her children with anything. They had both been excited and overjoyed when they had told them that they were going to be a big brother (again) and sister, though Tom had seemed a bit disappointed at first that it wasn't a boy but he had meanwhile come to terms with it and Laura had taken her responsibilities as a big sister very seriously from the beginning, had helped her preparing and decorating the nursery for the little one and gathered together hundreds of her own, beloved cuddly toys, dolls and children's books so that her little sister would have everything she needed right from the start. The only critical moment had been when she had suggested that the baby should be named Diana, after the beautiful Princess of Wales, of whom she, like probably every little girl across the United Kingdom, was a huge fan. Camilla had however convinced her that that might not be a good idea as it would probably confuse Sir and Laura had agreed and eventually they had decided on Theodora, a beautiful Greek name with the even more beautiful meaning "gift from God", which had Andrew rolling his eyes at first but since Laura loved it so much, especially as it rhymed her own name, he had finally given his approval as well. Charles, of course, had been delighted, had he been the one to suggest the name in the first place, because of its meaning and because of his own Greek blood and passion for the country and its mythology. For the middle name, they had decided on Sonia, after her beloved grandmother who had sadly died last year. Her parents had been over the moon with the prospect of being grandparents once more, and her brother Mark couldn't wait to be an uncle for the sixth time either. Sometimes she was so over the moon that she almost forgot that her baby wasn't Andrew's and she kept praying that the little one was not going to resemble her real father in any way.

Suddenly Camilla felt an enormous wave of pain going through her lower body; she had been having these terrible false contractions for a couple of days now but surely time hadn’t come yet. She had had two babies, she knew how it felt. She tried to breathe calmly and, thank goodness, the pain faded after a few moments. She closed her eyes and tried to get some sleep, when suddenly another wave of pain hit her, this time so bad that she couldn't breath for a couple of seconds. Damn, was that really only false labour? When the pain had faded again, she carefully got up and slowly walked around in the darkness. Perhaps she had just laid in an odd position and it would disappear if only she… "Oh…", she winced as the next wave hit her and forced her to lean against the wall as she was hardly able to stand through it. "Fuck!", she hissed, trying to fight back tears. God, she had forgotten just how painful it was to have a baby. Perhaps she should wake up Andrew, just in case things were going to get faster than expected. Her husband’s bedroom was at the other side of the house and she had to stop for three more labour contractions while making her way through the long corridor on the first floor and she was super relieved when she finally reached the door. Before she knocked on it, she took a few seconds and said a quiet little prayer to thank the Lord for everything that Andrew had been doing for her recently. Yes, he hadn’t always been the best husband and hadn’t always treated her the way she had wished for but the way he’d been supporting her over the last few months, the fact that he had agreed to have this baby with her, be a father for the little one, and even now, was here, with her, not at another fancy party in London but with her, to look after her and be there in case… before she could finish her thoughts, she was hit by another contraction that almost brought her on her knees and she didn’t even have to knock the door anymore; Andrew had woken up by himself, switched on his nightlight and, randomly following an instinct, got up to find his wife on the floor in front of his bedroom, tears in her eyes, and obviously in heavy pain. “Milla!”, he almost screamed in concern and rushed over to her, kneeled down beside her, trying to supervise the situation. “What’s the matter?” “It’s going so fast…”, she moaned breathlessly, when another wave of pain yerked through body. “Shit!”, Andrew exclaimed, slightly overwhelmed. “Okay, okay… um… fine. We should get ourselves ready and get you to the hospital!”, he added, trying to help her up again when she was hit by another heavy contraction, digging her nails so tightly into his shoulders that he started to bleed. “God Milla!”, he sighed in pain but before he could even think any further, she looked at him, her eyes as wide as a football pool. He looked down and saw a little puddle: her water had broken. "Fuck. Um, okay, Milla, don't worry. We don't have to change our clothes, let me just quickly get the car keys and we're off immediately …" "Andy!", she interrupted him anxiously, once more painfully digging her nails into his flesh, looking at him in panic. "We're not going anywhere. We don't have time. The baby's coming…"

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[wardenparker]

You’re So Vain - chapter 15

Dieter Bravo x female reader Co-written with @absurdthirst

Oscar winning star Dieter Bravo’s reputation is suffering after the debacle of “Cliff Beasts 6″ and “Beasts of the Bubble”, so his management team has signed him on to a publicity stunt to find his soulmate and show the world a softer side of the erratic and unpredictable star. The plan quickly go awry, though, when Dieter’s soulmate wants nothing to do with him.   

Rating: Mature Word Count: 11.7k Warnings: *Blanket warning for chronic illness, cursing, and deceased family members. This is a Dieter fic, folks, so there absolutely will be discussions of drugs, drug use, and addiction.* Explicit food descriptions, discussion of diet culture, dirty jokes, references to sex, discussion of chronic illness. Summary: Dieter returns home to LA to a big family dinner, and date 6 of the contract is bigger than you could possibly imagine. Notes: This is it, guys...the last full chapter of YSV. Next week will be the epilogue and you can rest assured that we will be ALL kinds of emotional saying goodbye to these two morons in love. It’s been a long journey to get here, but we love to see people adoring the shit out of their partners. Thank you for coming me with on my first real enemies-to-lovers journey. I hope you’ve enjoyed the chaos!

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Coming back to L.A. is both a blessing and a curse. Dieter had gone back to visit his family one last time before he was due back, explaining that the latest gossip was pure fabrication, an unfortunate by-product of being famous. Sometimes people tried to claim things that weren’t true, either for financial gain or their fifteen minutes of fame. They hadn’t held it against him and had sent him home with even more pictures that had been unearthed and copied. Walking out of the security point, he looks around for you, ignoring the flashing cameras as he tries to spot the only person that matters right now.

"Dee!" You have to call his name over the crowd noise, both because LAX is always noisy and because there's a group of fans and photographers waiting for him. There's a whole homecoming waiting for him back at his place, and you know he's jetlagged as hell from the flight so you push to the front of the chaos as best you can while you try to get his attention.

His eyes light up when he spots you, shouldering his backpack up higher and re-gripping the handle of his roll on so he can scoot by the crowd and reach you. Desperate for a kiss after a week apart. A week that’s felt like a month. “Baby.”

"Hey handsome." You can't help but reach out, almost afraid that he won't be real when you reach to put your arms around him. But he's solid under your hands and ducking his head to kiss you almost instantly. It's like getting an invitation back to bliss after a week of melancholy and heartache, and you welcome it with everything you have.

He needs this. Despite the clicking cameras, he needs the feeling of your lips on his. He knows that the interview has turned the tide in his favor, but they still want the evidence that the two of you are real. Especially since that rocky start you mentioned in the exclusive. “God, I missed you.” He huffs against your lips before he pulls back with a grin.

"I missed you, too." He looks good despite being tired, but that might just be the love talking. You reach past him to grab the handle of his suitcase and take his hand with your free one. "Let's go home, love."

“God, yes.” Dieter rolls his eyes and nods to the paps that are steadily clicking away and shouting questions, but he doesn’t answer them. “My ass went numb about halfway through the flight.”

"Think you can make it home without losing feeling again?" Home is what you've been calling his house for the last six days, since he asked you to move in with him and you said yes. Even though you aren't moved in yet – deciding not to do that without him – it's still where you'll be laying your head every night from now on, so home it is.

“Only if you give it a few good smacks in the car.” He winks at you and chuckles as the two of you head over to baggage claim. “Did Rico drive you or did you drive yourself?”

"I drove." You know your car isn't as nice as his, but you wanted to have the first little part of this time alone with him. Just to be able to breath each other in. Plus, there's the other thing. "I feel a little weird asking Rico to do stuff in a professional capacity...since I'm both not his boss and his girlfriend's sister-in-law."

“So it’s official, huh?” He grins and waggles his brows at you at the conveyor that will deposit his bag.

"They haven't told Nora yet, but yeah." Leaning over to steal another kiss, you grin against his lips and only force yourself to pull away when the conveyor belt whirs to life. "They're really happy. It's made me miss you twice as much, to be honest."

“Are they afraid Squirt will be upset?” He frowns slightly, hoping that Nora wouldn’t begrudge her mom another chance at happiness.

"More like the opposite, actually." When his suitcase comes into view, you keep an eye on it until it gets close enough to grab. There's no way you're going to be more than three feet away from him for at least the rest of the day. "She really loves Rico, so they just want to make sure they're serious about each other before they tell her they're more than friends."

“I can understand.” He gets it. If it’s just a summer fling type thing, there’s no point in getting the kid’s heart involved. “Hang on, let me grab my bag.” Dieter leans forward and grabs his bag with a groan. “Shit, this thing is heavier than when I left, I swear.”

"I got it." There's a short staring contest while you dare him to try taking the suitcase back from you, but he relents with a grin and you wheel it behind you toward the parking areas. "Jesus Dee, did Arya send you home with half the bakery?"

“They sent home more pictures.” Dieter shrugs. “The baked goods are in the carryon.” Feeling both exhausted and exhilarated, he walks along with you, fingers threaded through yours.

"They love you." It was obvious right from those first moments in the bakery and from the conversations you've had with Arya, it hasn't wavered. But then – you completely understand adoring this man. In fact, you're pretty biased on that point, and it makes you smile even wider. "I love you."

“I love you too.” Dieter takes advantage of the fact that no one in the parking garage is paying attention to you to pull you to a stop and tug you closer. “And I can’t wait to nap with you.” He moans softly. “I hated sleeping in that bed this last week.”

"Sleeping alone sucks." You can agree to that entirely, nuzzling against his chest like a cat begging to be pet. "I put fresh sheets on your bed this morning...I haven't moved anything in or anything like that, but I wanted you to have a comfy bed to come home to."

His pout is instantaneous. “You’re staying though, right?” He huffs. “Or I’m hauling my tired ass to your house to sleep in the little fucking bed you have.” You had a full-sized bed in the house you live in now, but it was tiny compared to his king.

"Of course I'm staying. Your fancy ass bed is way more comfortable than mine." Tipping your chin back lets you kiss the pout clean off his lips and you grin. "Everybody's waiting for us, ?and dinner should be ready by the time we get back."

“Thank God.” He huffs, feeling better. “We just established sleeping alone sucks and I have plans to be a leech all night.”

"A naked leech, though, right?" You nudge him toward the car, only a few more yards away across an astonishingly empty portion of the parking garage. "As much fun as it's been having you control that vibrator from almost six thousand miles away, I'm aching to have my insides rearranged."

“Fuck yes.” Dieter groans, cock twitching at the thought. “I’ve discovered something about myself.” He tells you, looking over at you when you both stop at the trunk of your car. “I fucking hate jerking off.”

That makes you snort, and you quickly lean forward to nip his bottom lip before loading his suitcase into your trunk. "Don't worry, baby. I'll take care of you." Once everything is loaded, you shut your trunk and offer him a small, almost coy smile. "I...I got in to see my doctor this week."

Travel and fatigue cause him to take a moment beside he figures it out. “Really?” He hums, glancing down at your stomach. “And what did you decide to go with?” The idea of sex without a condom is sexy, especially since you’ve already risked it twice.

"Just the standard ol' pill. I take it with my vitamin every morning and that's that. No big deal." It's easy, it's well tested, and you hadn't been crazy about the idea of an IUD anymore after reading some stories of people experiencing very real pain and complications with them. "So say goodbye to condoms."

“Only if you’re comfortable with it.” He tells you seriously. He’s always serious about protection. It’s how he’s never actually had a pregnancy scare. He doesn’t count the crazy bitch who lied – since he had never slept with her. “It’s not one hundred percent, so if you want me to wear them when you’re – you know, fertile, I will.”

"So I don't end up carrying the inevitable twins that your family apparently breeds en masse?" You shake your head at him, climbing into your car and waiting for him to do the same before you pick up his hand and press a kiss to his palm. "If it will make you more comfortable, we can still use them while I'm ovulating. I'll download a tracker app to my phone so we can be extra careful. But I don't want to use one tonight. I just want to feel you."

“Wait.” He doesn’t want you to think that he’s uncomfortable. “I didn’t— I don’t –” he shakes his head. “I’d rather not wear one again, but I meant that if you wanted me to wear one I will.” He gives you a small shrug. “It’s your body that would change. So you deserve the consideration.”

"If the kids are determined enough to get past the birth control, I almost feel like they deserve to be born." Key in the ignition, you turn over the engine and crank up the air conditioning so the two of you can be comfortable on the drive home. "I don't mean to bombard you with this conversation right off the plane, love. We can talk about it later." You'll have to talk about it at some point, but you've both studiously avoided any kind of long-term topics beyond living together over the last few days. Not another word about marriage has been spoken since the phone call after your ET interview.

“We can, but can we talk about you moving in?” He asks. “I’m surprised you haven’t already done it.”

"I didn't want to mess with your stuff while you were away," you admit. Backing your car out of its spot, it's off through the maze of the parking garage and out to the highway with you. "My stuff is pretty much packed, but I didn't want to just take over your house with it. I figured I'd do some this weekend and finish next weekend." Since it's the beginning of the school year you don't have any heavy grading yet and your weekends are still entirely your own. Perfect timing for a move.

“Did you ask if Steph and Nora want to move in too?” He asks, knowing that you will miss having Nora underfoot. “Or do they want to stay in their house?”

“Steph wants to keep the house.” It had been the subject of a few very long conversations between the two of you this week, but ultimately your best friend always came back to the same answer. “Leaving it would feel a little too much like leaving Shawn behind and I don’t think she’ll ever be ready for that. Plus,” you flash him a smile. “Some really nice guy paid off the mortgage a couple of months back, so it’s truly hers now. I figure, I can still help out by being Nora’s babysitter whenever she needs. Just because I’m moving out doesn’t mean I’m abandoning them.”

“I figured that would be the case.” He easily glosses over the mention of him paying off the mortgage. He doesn’t even think about it. Hell, he’d forgotten about it. “Besides, if Rico and Steph get serious, they won’t want to share a room in our house. They’ll want their own space.”

The phrase makes you hum softly, a happy buzzing warming through you as you drive. “Our house. I love that.”

“You like that?” He tosses you a grin. “You just want the pool.” He can’t help but lighten the mood and tease.

“That’s a serious fringe benefit.” You laugh, slipping your free hand into his. Driving is relaxing for you, and you had missed it in Switzerland. Not having an international license had meant that he drove everywhere. “But I’ve also got a super hot roommate now.”

“Who?” Dieter narrows his eyes playfully. “I knew you had a thing for Rico.”

“Oh shut up.” Laughing again, you roll your eyes and squeeze his hand in yours. “He’s a very nice guy, but Rico isn’t the guy I went on national television to defend.”

“True.” He can’t help but grin at that reminder. “You did do that, didn’t you?” He had been very smug about his soulmate for the next few days as all the lies had come out. This woman had apparently thought to scam him and believed he wouldn’t know it since the Dieter Bravo of old wouldn’t have remembered sleeping with her or not.

“Has Libby mentioned to you that she wants me to start modeling now?” It was a completely insane concept to you, and you had actually laughed the first time Libby called you with an offer. “I guess some companies have decided they like me for being a spokesperson or something? I don’t know, it all seems extremely weird to me, but Lib’s been getting calls asking if she represents me.”

“How do you feel about that?” He asks, surprised but also not. And of course Libby would like a client in Dieter’s soulmate. “If it’s something you’re interested in, you should do it.”

“Honestly?” You shrug slightly. “I have no idea. But it’s a hell of a lot more money than I make teaching. I just really like food, so I don’t know if I want to have a bunch of people arbitrarily judging my looks.” But that, again, makes you shrug. “Maybe I’ll just do one or two — what are they called? Campaigns? And use it to fund my traveling art teacher adventures.”

“I don’t want you to starve yourself.” Dieter is adamant about that. “But you are gorgeous and if they are clamoring for you, make it known what you will or will not do. Make them cater to you.”

“Trust me, I’m not starving myself.” It’s far too much of an impossibility and it actually makes you chuckle dryly. “You’ve seen me eat, babe. I will pick pizza over a tight dress any day. But maybe that’s a good stance to keep if I’m going to consider it, ya know? I just won’t take contracts where they want me to lose weight.” And maybe you would never get work for exactly that reason, but if that’s the case then you wouldn’t want to represent those companies anyway.

“Absolutely.” He whole-heartedly agrees. “Plus, it’s not like you have to worry about doing it or not. It’s just something fun to consider. You get a shit ton of clothes. I modeled for Gucci at one point.”

“Is that why you have so much Gucci? I just thought you had a favourite.” The road drives by quickly and conversation devolves into silly things, until you get closer to the house and Dieter has talked about nothing but the last meal he shared with his family so you know he has to be starving. “Rico cooked,” you promise him, knowing he has a soft spot for the other man’s food. “He even made dessert. Nora and Steph have been hanging out in the pool all day while we waited for you to land. It’s been a perfect Saturday.” Perfect, largely, because you knew by the end of it that you wouldn’t have to miss him anymore.

“That sounds great.” There is a small, relieved sigh when you pull through the driveway. “I want to lay by the pool too. After a nap.”

“If you want to take a nap before dinner, go for it.” There’s no reason that Rico’s Italian feast can’t keep a little bit longer, and you know no one will blame him for being jetlagged.

“No, we’ll eat.” He doesn’t want anyone to wait on him. “I’m just going to need a nap after. I’ll just hold you and snore while you talk with everyone.”

“Romantic.” You tease, pulling your car up in front of the house. “Welcome home, baby.”

“I’m happy to be here.” He admits, even though he is tired. He’s been up for a long time, but he is looking forward to seeing everyone. An odd sensation since it was normally Rico picking him up and Dieter would either immediately crash or party.

“What are you gonna do with all this domesticity?” Hopping out of the car, you grab his luggage from the trunk to bring into the house and pause for just a second to steal a kiss. “Nora can’t wait to see you.”

“I don’t know.” He wrinkles his nose and grins. “Of course she can’t wait to see me. I’m her favorite uncle.”

It’s the same nose wrinkle and smile that you give him – the one that made him stop on the street to kiss you – and you swear he’s picked it up from you. So of course, you double back from the front door to kiss him again. “Yeah.” You have to admit that. “You absolutely are. Kid’s got good taste.”

“Of course she does.” Opening the door to his house is familiar, but the music is definitely kid friendly and the laughing and shrieking through the space coming from the back is something new. It’s welcomed though, making him perk up and smile in anticipation. “Gotta get her gifts out.”

“You go ahead and dig.” It’s sweet to see him so excited, to know that he’s as glad to be around your family as they are to be around him. “She’s been an absolute fish the whole month, it seems. You may be the only thing that can get her out of the pool.”

“Good.” Dieter flips the carryon on its side and unzips it, pulling things out so he can get to her presents. “The pool should be used. She’s always welcome over to use it. Both of them are.” He looks up at you. “Anyone you want here, it’s your home too.”

“Everybody I care about it either in front of me or already in the pool, so I think we’re okay.” You can’t help but grin as he pulls all manner of treats and toys and clothes out of his bag - all the things he picked out for your niece over the last month knowing she would be clamoring excitedly to see him when he got home. It makes your heart swell in an incredibly unsubtle way, and you push the thought of kids away in favour of grabbing two cans of soda out of his fridge. “You got everything?”

“I think.” He bites his lip and hands you a small box. “I got this for you. After you left.” He adds, looking a little flustered.

“What’s this?” There’s no mistaking a jewelry box, but it’s distinctly not the right size for a ring and that’s relieving. Conversation first, ring later. If he even wants that. Pushing the thought aside, you open the little velvet box to find a delicate gold chain bearing three pristine, slightly ivory-colored pearls as the centerpiece. “Dee.” It’s stunning, and your eyes shoot up to his in wonder. “Baby, it’s beautiful. Thank you.”

He grins, because you love it and his expression turns into a smirk. “I love you wearing a pearl necklace, so I couldn’t resist.” He snickers, acting like a twelve-year-old boy rather than a man gifting his soulmate with the first piece of jewelry in your relationship.

“Theeeere it is.” Despite rolling your eyes exaggeratedly, you do have to laugh. The genuine mix of thoughtful romantic gesture and absolutely juvenile joke is pure Dieter. “I’ll wear it with pride,” you half-snort, closing the box again carefully. “And tell everyone my soulmate gave me the best pearl necklace.”

“Damn right.” He laughs, ecstatic that you are joking along with him. A far cry from where the conversation would have gone if he had given it to you in the beginning. “Do you really like it?” He asks, softer and more serious this time. “I just— I saw it on you in the display case.”

“I love it, baby. It’s gorgeous.” And it earns him a sweet, indulgent kiss that nearly turns dirty. “I’ll wear it on date six, whenever that is, and lots of times afterward when we’re just out having fun, not fulfilling a contract.” Although, you may have that damn bundle of papers framed. It brought you together, after all.

“You – I hate that contract.” Dieter admits quietly. “I want to rip the damn thing up.”

“I don’t mind it like I used to.” Okay. Maybe don’t frame it. “It’s what brought us together. It’s why I went to Switzerland. It’s—” you shrug, feeling a little sheepish about defending it. “Yeah, it sucked in the beginning, but without it, we might never have spent time together. And I hate that thought so much more.”

“I hated it because I—” His fingers thread with yours. “I was afraid that when the contract was over, so were we.” He knows it’s crazy to think that now, but he can’t help the irrational fear.

“Never.” His hand is tangled in yours and you raise it to your lips to press a kiss to his knuckles. “I mean absolutely, one hundred percent, never. You’re gonna have to break up with me your damn self if you ever want me out of here.” You tell yourself it’s an irrational fear, but a part of you might be scared of the possibility for a long time to come. Only because he means so damn much to you.

“You don’t remember my near total meltdown a week ago?” He asks, reaching up with his free hand to cup your cheek. “I’ve never, ever, cried over losing a lover like I did when I thought you would hate me again.” He bites his lip and decides to be completely honest. “I couldn’t look at your messages because I didn’t know what I would do.”

“It looks like we’re stuck with each other, then.” The soft smile on your lips warms your cheeks and you turn your head slightly to kiss his palm. “When you’re ready we’ll have that conversation, but there’s no rush, love.”

He knows what conversation you are talking about be he decides to play dumb. Giving you a confused look and tilting his head at you, only a slight smirk to his lips. “What conversation?”

“The one that eventually leads to another fancy jewelry box.” If you’re honest with yourself, marriage wasn’t something you saw for yourself — ever, really — unless it was to him. The adolescent daydreams have returned in a newer form. You’re not sixteen years old looking at edgy black wedding dresses and picking out your favourite-that-week Something Corporate song for your first dance: played live by the band, of course. Now you dream about the actual marriage – the quiet dinners and the proud smile on your lips as cameras flash in his direction. Painting together and raising that set of twins that you just know is going to happen if you ever do decide to have kids. He could propose with the plastic ring from a Cracker Jack box and you would still say yes. And that is a very big thought to have after only three weeks. Or it would be, if you weren’t soulmates. You’ll never pressure him, but you know where your heart lies.

“Oh, that conversation.” He bobbles his head and tosses you a grin. “Good to know you want it.” He teases with a wink.

“I already told you that.” But you press another kiss to his hand and shake your head, motioning finally to the small warehouse’s worth of loot he has for Nora. “Come on, love. We should go say hello.”

Gathering up all the presents, Dieter follows behind you, following his nose to the delicious smell in the kitchen and through the doors to the backyard. “Hey, Squirt!” He calls out, seeing Nora splash in the pool with her goggles on.

The squeal Nora lets out is unholy, yelping his name and flailing her arms excitedly until an equally shocked Steph can help lift her out of the pool. She hadn’t heard the car at all - probably owing to the Disney music currently being piped through Dieter’s outdoor sound system. “UNCLE DEEDEE!” Nora yelps his name excitedly. With a little floaty on each of her arms they simply stick out from her sides, flapping like wings as she completely ignores the No Running rule to race to his side.

He doesn’t care that she’s soaking wet, doesn’t give one damn. She looks happy, healthy and over the moon to see him. The presents in his arms end up on the ground as he kneels down and lets her fly into him at full tilt, nearly knocking him over. “Oof!” He exaggerates. “How did you get so big? I just saw you!”

“That was three whole weeks ago!” She huffs, because three weeks to a four-year-old is an eternity. “I’m a big girl now, Uncle Deedee. Kin-dee-garters started!”

“Kindergarten started!” Dieter whistles and shakes his head. “You’re getting to be a big girl.” He huffs. “But I guess that means you don’t want presents. Big girls don’t like presents, right?”

Nora’s eyes widen with both intrigue and a slight panic, and she shakes her wet curls furiously. “Big girls love presents,” she insists, but it seems that the present she wants first is more hugs. Throwing herself into his arms again, the little girl snuggles herself against his chest and giggles. “Missed you, Uncle Deedee,” she murmurs, arms squeezing his neck almost too hard in her enthusiasm.

“Missed you too.” He promises. “It wasn’t the same without you there. Although I know you were excited to come back to the pool.” God, he loves the way she so innocently loves him. She trusts him, even though she doesn’t know any of the bad things that he’s done in his life. His own arms hold her more securely that he had that first night in her hospital bed as he hugs her back. “I’m going to try to not go away for a while, okay?”

“Okay! That’s good.” Her head bobbles as she nods, smiling brightly. Everything is good in Nora’s world today. Everything is better than good. “Auntie Gigi missed you, too. So that’s good.”

“I missed Aunt Gigi too.” Dieter admits quietly, like it’s a secret. “Let me help you take off your wings and you can see what I brought you.” He offers with a wink.

Steph has lifted herself out of the pool at this point and snagged her drink from the little table next to where Rico is sitting - quickly grabbing a kiss that she thought no one would notice before turning to greet Dieter. “We’re glad you’re home safe,” she tells him honestly, wrapping him up in a hug when he’s finished taking off her little girl’s water wings.

“I’m glad to be home. The past week was lonely.” He lifts a brow at her and grins. “But someone isn’t, I see.” He’s happy for the obvious happiness that he sees in Steph’s eyes and there’s no missing the way Rico is proud, his impressive chest puffing up even more.

“Later.” Steph mumbles in his ear, not wanting Nora to start asking questions. She had never even considered dating again until meeting the man she now giddily referrs to as her boyfriend, and things have been going extremely well between them. Extremely well and surprisingly fast.

“Gotcha.” He sends her a small wink and looks back down at Nora. She’s nearly vibrating as she examines the wrapped bundles he had deposited on the concrete to hug her. But she’s resisting touching them. “What are you waiting for, Squirt?” He asks. “Go crazy.”

Permission is what she was waiting for, and the instant she has it from both him and her mom, she goes nuts. Packages of three different candies will keep her in a carefully regulated sugar high for a couple of weeks, the new clothes are brightly coloured and patterned and slightly too big - which Steph thanks him for because it means she can wear them longer. The stack of puzzle and coloring books weighs almost as much as Nora does, and the bilingual French/English picture book came with a recommendation from his cousin after he had mentioned that Nora thought the language was pretty. The showstopper, though, is the beautifully crafted doll in her exquisitely old-fashioned dress with eyes the color of the ocean and a happy smile painted on her little face. “She’s so pretty!” Nora squeaks, hugging the doll tight in her arms. The soft brunette ringlets aren’t quite like her own, but they bounce beautifully when she pulls on them and then cradles the doll back in her arms. “She needs a pretty name.”

“Well, Nora is taken.” He teases, happy that he’s been able to make the little girl happy. He had flashes of paternal pride and wondered what it would be like with kids of his own. “What kind of name are you thinking?”

“She’s gonna have the best adventures with Jessie and Woody and all my Barbies!” Nora’s little face screws up tight for a second before realization dawns on her. “I don’t know that many names…” she murmurs, looking between the four adults until her eyes settle back on Dieter. “Do you have a favourite name?”

Dieter bites his lip and gives a small nod. Kneeling down, he reaches out and touches a flounce on the dress. “I do. I used to have a sister.” He tells Nora. “Her name was Danica and I thought it was pretty. Dieter and Danica. DD, like you call me Uncle DeeDee.”

“Can…” Nora looks at him pensively, biting her lip before asking: “Can I call her Danica? It’s really pretty.”

His lower lip trembles slightly as he smiles at her – albeit a little watery. “I think it’s the perfect name for such a pretty doll.” He manages.

You and Steph are on the verge of tears watching this exchange, and you reach down to squeeze Dieter’s shoulder gently with one hand as you smile at your niece. “Why don’t you go wash up for dinner and we can have Danica sit at the dinner table with us,” you suggest, wanting to give Dee a minute to process. “I’m sure dinner is almost ready.”

“It is.” Rico nods, holding up his watch. “Two more minutes. Just enough time to set the table.”

Nora rushes off and Dieter’s chest heaves. “God.” He breathes out and looks up at you. “She’s named her doll after my sister.” Awe-struck by that fact, he looks over at Steph. “She’s just— amazing.”

Steph has one hand over her heart and she shakes her head softly. “I don’t know how, but she’s…it’s almost perceptive. I swear she sees right into your heart sometimes.”

“She’s so innocent and good.” If there is ever one thing that he will be most proud of, it’s making sure that this little girl has a bright future. Beyond capturing your heart, of course. He stands up and shakes his head with a grin. “She going to change the world one day. Or run it.”

“My money is on running it.” You wrap Dieter up in your arms and hug him tight. “You did good, Uncle Deedee.”

“Just wanted to spoil her.” He huffs, leaning in for a kiss. “Although I know I can’t spoil her too badly.”

“Bringing home presents after a trip is an appropriate time for spoiling.” You assure him, giving him as many kisses as he wants.

“Good. I thought so.” He smirks and gives you a wink. “Besides I did bring you a gift too.”

“Yes, you did.” And you snort when you laugh about it, leaving a kiss on the tip of his nose. “A cheeky gift, at that.”

Rico has seen every possible version of his boss over the few years they’ve been together – or at least he thought he had. But he’s never seen Dieter this happy. It warms his heart and makes him even more glad that his own happiness has been found with this amazing little family. “Lasagna’s done,” he announces, checking his watch once more before hauling himself off the pool chair he had been lounging on. “I’m going to throw the garlic bread in the oven to toast.”

“And we’ll set the table.” Steph nods, starting to herd all of you inside.

“Well, yes ma’am.” Dieter doesn’t miss how Steph knows where everything is. Something Dieter struggles with when he’s here. A sign that she really has been spending a lot of time over here with Rico. “Soooooo, this is like a routine now, huh?” He asks with a grin. “Lemme guess, when you’d come to get Squirt, the most mouthwatering smells of dinner would just happen to be minutes from being finished.” He chuckles. “So of course, you had to stay for dinner?”

“That’s…how it started.” Steph mumbles, looking down at the plates in her hand like they had given away her secret.

“Rico used that a lot to get me to eat.” He huffs good-naturedly. “Make something irresistible.”

“And it works every time.” The younger man grins at his boss unapologetically as he brings an enormous tray of lasagna to the table. “It’s all totally safe for her,” he promises, seeing the look of doubt on your face. Lasagna is a tricky food by its nature - ground beef, multiple cheeses, and spinach all being traditional ingredients that will send Nora straight to the hospital. “I use ground turkey and pork sausage for the meat, the mozzarella and parmesan are both lactose free, and instead of ricotta and spinach the ‘cheese’ layer is crumbled tofu with zucchini and mushrooms. All seasoned to hell and back, of course. The tofu tastes exactly like ricotta. You’ll see.”

“It sounds like it shouldn’t work, but knowing you, it’ll be better than the original.” Dieter has known him long enough, eaten enough of his food to know that the man could make anything taste like a masterpiece. “I swear he would kill those cooking shows.”

“My Ma always thought it would be funny to send me onto one of those Worst Cooks shows as a ringer.” Rico laughs. “But I told her it would never work. I would cringe too hard any time I tried to make something bad.”

Dieter laughs and shakes his head. “It’s true, the first time he saw me making ramen noodles, he took over my kitchen.”

“And now you eat gourmet-level miso ramen absolutely any time you want.” Steph looks at Rico with a kind of pride that reads love loud and clear. “Nora loves it, too,” she explains when she catches you smirking at her.

“That shiiiiii— uh, stuff is amazing.” Dieter catches himself as Nora bounds back into the room and he rolls his eyes at himself. “Gotta get used to that.”

“Mommy I washed Danica’s hands sooooo carefully.” She presents her doll to Steph to be checked out, and there isn’t a single drop of water on her dress. “Can she sit at the table pleeeeeease?”

Steph looks around at the adult to make sure that no one objects before she nods at Nora. “Yes she can, but you will have to remind her to mind her manners, okay?” She tells her daughter with a smile.

“She’ll be good, I promise!” It’s clear that Nora has a regular seat at the table, because she goes over and climbs up into one of the chairs without hesitation as the adults all start to join her. Doll Danica easily shares the seat with Nora’s small frame, and you give Dieter’s hand a squeeze under the table before Rico starts dishing out slices of lasagna with perfectly toasted garlic bread on the side.

“It looks and smells amazing.” Dieter groans happily. “The food on the plane was okay, but it’s got nothing on Rico.” More than the food, the atmosphere reminds him of the dinners that he had with his family, and it makes him smile.

It’s an amazing meal, and the homemade coconut milk vanilla ice cream and caramelized bananas that Rico made for dessert is the tip of the iceberg that makes you groan happily when you sit back in your chair with an empty bowl in front of you. “I swear,” you point your spoon at Rico and grin. “When you finally decide you want to open a restaurant, we are going to be there all the time.”

“I’ve told him that he would have more business than he could want.” Dieter agrees, grinning at the way even Nora looks a little overstuffed. Now that his stomach is full, his eyes are starting to feel heavy and he looks over at you. Wondering if you want to lay down with him or stay here and talk with your friend.

Your hand skims gently over Dieter’s arm while Nora yawns her way through the end of a story about something that happened in her class yesterday, and you smile at how excited she has been to start school. It’s a fantastic thing to see and Steph has been so proud of her as she adjusts to more big girl things. “Getting tired, sweetie?” Steph smiles indulgently, always glad when Nora can have a meal that sits well enough with her that she can eat all she wants.

“I think the jet lag is kicking in.” Looking over at Dieter, you could practically sigh out in contentment. He’s home. In your home. Your home together. So much has happened and somehow – for once – all of it is good.

“I just— just an hour.” Dieter tells you with a small pout. “I’m sorry. I can just go pass out on the couch while you talk?”

“It will be close to bedtime by the time we get home.” Steph tells him, not wanting him to feel like he’s kicking them out. “We’ll see you tomorrow though, right? To help with moving?”

Dieter lifts a brow, assuming you would have hired a company to move the things you want to bring but he nods. “Yeah. You’ll see me tomorrow.”

“Nora’s gonna use her big muscles to help out, right?” You shoot a grin at your niece across the table before leaning over to kiss Dieter’s cheek. “You guys get some sleep and we’ll be over before the movers get to the house. It won’t take long to get me loaded up.” Steph had insisted on being able to help somehow, but the fact is that the movers will do most of the work. You and Steph and Dieter will just be packing up the last few things while they load the truck.

Dieter stands and helps with the dishes, shuffling slowly as he yawns while Rico picks up Nora and the little girl immediately snuggles against his chest and her eyes start closing.

One of the other members of Dieter’s security staff has been taking care of the night shift while Rico’s duties have been different for the last month, and that man – Jordan – is arriving to his shift when Rico, Steph, and Nora are loading into their cars out front.

Following you like a tired puppy; he gives a small smirk at the way that Rico carefully bundles into the car and then discreetly kisses Steph.

You and Steph wave to each other before she pulls away and Rico is quickly off as well, leaving you and Dieter alone as Jordan settles into his first walk of the property’s perimeter. “Nap time, babe?” He has to be incredibly jetlagged, and you honestly won’t be surprised if he just sleeps through the whole night.

“God yes.” He groans, leaning heavily against you. Swearing that he could see the back of his brain fright now, he nods against your shoulder. “Need to give my pillow some head and the sheets some ass.”

“Come on.” Giggling, you turn him around and haul him upstairs to the bedroom you’ve only shared once before.

His room is the same as he remembers but it feels different. He’s changed since he was last here. “Oh god.” He groans, pulling away from you to start stripping bare.

You don’t hesitate, locking the bedroom door for privacy and pulling off your clothes, setting them carefully on top of a long dresser against one wall. “Glad to climb into your own bed?” It’s a comfort that really can’t be replaced, and you know he must have been craving home after so long away.

“Don’t care about the bed.” He flops down on the comforter face first and moans happily before trying to wiggle under the covers. “Just want to be in bed with you again.”

Sure, you could tease him. Needle him saying something cheesy about you being his home, but you won’t ruin the honesty of the moment. Instead, you toss your bra and panties on top of the pile of your clothes and crawl in beside him. “You wanna be big spoon or little spoon, baby?”

Turning big eyes on you hopefully, he sighs. “Can I be the little?” He asks, wanting to feel you surrounding him. He needs the intimacy of it.

“Of course.” Turning over and opening your arms to him, the sensation of having him settle into your arms again after a week apart is so much better than anything else could be.

He’s shameless as he snuggles back into your arms with a happy sigh. “Fuck, I missed you.” He mumbles. “Gonna stay with me the entire time, next time.”

“Yeah?” You grin, scattered kisses across his back as you hold him. “Can’t stand to be away from me, huh?” Alright, maybe you’ll tease him a little.

“Love you.” Dieters breathes out, already falling asleep. “Can’t— can’t live without you.” He mumbles the second before a soft snore takes over.

“I love you, too, baby.” One arm tightens slightly around his waist as his breathing settles and evens, and you rest your head on his shoulder blade contentedly. “More than anything.”

******

“Lib - we live together.” Dieter rolls his eyes, phone on speaker to his manager as the two of you get ready in the shared bathroom. “Do we have to do the contracted sixth date? It seems a little excessive.”

“You’ll have fun.” Libby insists for the third time. “Just humour me. You’ve been working hard and I’m proud of you – this will be a nice night out.” She had dropped off a dress and accessories as usual earlier in the week, assuring you that the little red one-shoulder cocktail dress would look amazing on you. “Jordan has the address. Just go and have fun.”

Dieter groans and rolls his eyes at you, shrugging helplessly. “Are you sure that a couch date with IG photos won’t cut it? What is this event anyway?” He knows Libby won’t give a straight answer, not when she knows you don’t know.

“It’s a benefit.” Libby sighs, playing along. “Charity fundraiser for medical research. It’s a good cause, Dee. And the food will be top notch.”

“It will be fun.” You’ve already put on the dress, the jewelry, and inspected the shoes that you doubt you’ll be able to walk in, and you run your thumb over the peak of Dieter’s shoulder. Then the contract will be over and buried.”

He sighs dramatically and looks back at the mirror. His dark suit is perfectly cut and the tie and pocket square matches your dress perfectly. Another nod towards your bond. “We’re already dressed.” He concedes. “Fine but we’re only going for the food.”

“And you’re going to dance!” Libby adds quickly, before he can hang up on her. “At least one song. Preferably close to wherever the photographers are.”

Dieter gives you a small shrug. “I tried babe.” He offers with small pout. “We’ve got to go.”

“It’s okay.” You give him a quick kiss before applying your lipstick while he says goodbye to Libby. “It’s fine. We’ll have a nice meal and we’ll have a dance. It sounds nice.” In the six weeks since he came home from Switzerland, Libby hadn’t interfered too much, only helping you pick out your first modeling contract doing promotional print work for Audi. It hadn’t been hard to agree to – you just had to pose with cars and then they not only paid you a ton of money, but gave you a brand new car on top of it. She hadn’t brought up date six until a few weeks ago, and at that point you couldn’t have cared less. Things are good – who cares if it’s just a normal date or one attached to the old contract?

“I guess.” He rolls his eyes and opens his arms to let you inspect him. “How do I look?”

“Hmmm…” Making a show of inspecting him, you pull an imaginary piece of lint off his suit and brush his shoulders lightly. “Like I wanna tear this off you and make that dance a horizontal mambo,” you admit, giving him a grin.

“Another reason that we should stay home.” He slaps your ass playfully and shoots you a wink. “My car or yours?” He asks with a grin, knowing how proud you are of that car.

“Didn’t Libby say Jordan is driving?” That usually means his car, because you’re still getting used to the idea that his team also sort of works for you now. It’s all very much a grey-area. “If Jordan drives, then we can both drink whatever we want, and that always leads to fun sex before we pass out.”

“True.” His hand wraps around your waist as the two of you walk out of the bedroom and walk towards the stairs. “So Jordan is absolutely driving. Maybe we can get frisky in the back of the car on the way home.”

“It’s bad enough my best friend’s boyfriend has born witness to us getting busy, we don’t need to add more of your employees to the list.” Steph and Rico are still going strong, and it speaks volumes about his integrity that he has never once given you grief or teased you about that night in the back of the car.

“Technically he was not the boyfriend at the time.” He reminds you as the two of you walk downstairs together. “So you get a pass. Besides, he might be a bit of a voyeur.”

“And that makes it totally okay.” You wrinkle your nose at Dieter and laugh, seeing Jordan ready at the bottom of the stairs already when you get to the bottom. “Well, let’s get the evening started. Shall we?”

Dieter plasters a smile on his face, an act, and nods. “We will make sure that we have a great night. And we will be surrounded by some big names tonight. Lots of press and photographers from what I’ve heard.”

“A night of smiling and nodding politely. Got it.” He’s in his element much more than he likes to admit when there are scores of other celebrities and press around, but you’re definitely still adjusting. The last mixer you’d gone to was for the studio that is producing his next movie and the only reason you had been comfortable there was because you already knew his costars.

“I think you will find it to be a good night.” Even though Jordan is there, Dieter opens the car door for you to get in. “At least, I hope.”

“You’re going to be with me.” Sliding across the backseat of the car, you make room for Dieter to get in beside you and lean over to kiss his cheek when he does. “That’s all I need.”

******

The drive to the event isn’t long, only about forty-five minutes with traffic. His fingers tap against his thigh and his other hand holds yours firmly.

The building that you eventually pull up to is large and showy, just like most things in Los Angeles, with elegant floor-to-ceiling glass windows and tropical plants all lining the gorgeously kept garden outside of what appears to be an art gallery and event hall in one. There are onlookers being kept at bay by security, reporters and cameras everywhere, and a beautiful blue carpet outside instead of red that tons of celebrities are always making their way down. “Jeez…” You breathe, hanging on to Dieter’s hand tightly right before one of the venue’s security team moves to open your car door. “This is…a much bigger thing than I was expecting.”

“Yeah?” Dieter plays dumb, exiting the car and looking back and holding his hand out to you to help you out. “I’m sure you will fit right in.” He promises with a grin. “You look incredible.” He doesn’t mention that it’s a cause close to your heart.

“I told you, I’m just going to keep letting Libby dress me. She could have been a stylist.” Cameras turn toward the two of you almost instantly, and you smooth your dress slightly with the hand that is holding your clutch. “Libby can dress me and you can undress me. I’m everybody’s favourite Barbie.”

Snickering, he pulls you close and presses his lips to yours. “Maybe that should be your modeling slogan.” He teases.

“Dirty.” You huff, grinning and wrinkling your nose at him as you laugh. “Always so dirty.”

“You love me for it.” He jokes, winking at you before leaning in and kissing you for the required kiss.

The photographers and reporters have stations along the long entry carpet, but you seem to stare past them for a long moment when you see the logo for event embossed on a sign in between two palm trees near the entrance. Crohn’s & Colitis Foundation Annual Fundraising Gala reads the banner, and you gasp audibly before looking back at Dieter beside you. “Wha— is this—? Did you?” You sputter inelegantly, grasping at the question. “Did you know?”

Dieter nods. “I was the one that had it organized for L.A.” He admits proudly. He had contacted the organization to find out if they had resources and heard their need for fundraising and decided it was going to be his mission. “For Nora and every little boy and girl like her.”

You could cry right there on the spot, but instead a nearby photographer gets a shot of your throwing your arms around his neck and burying your face in his shoulder for a second. Dieter knows full well that any kids you have one day could also have the disease since it is genetic – and for that matter, there is still a very small chance that you might one day mysteriously develop symptoms. And that is why research is still so incredibly necessary for this particular disease. It is still such a mystery. "I love you," you murmur, sniffling back the water in your eyes when you pull back to look at him. "You're completely out of your mind sometimes and then you go and do the sweetest things in the world and I just— I'm so proud to be your soulmate."

“It’s important.” Dieter huffs, not taking compliments well, even though he knows that he deserves this. “I figured that I could get my friends and acquaintances to open their wallets for a cause that would benefit someone I love.”

“You really did all this?” It must have been a massive undertaking, from the look of things. The scope of the event seems to be enormous, and you can’t even think of how much work he put into this. “Steph would love this…” you sigh softly. “She would absolutely love it…”

“About that….” Dieter turns you around, Steph and Rico stepping out of their own car, dressed to impress as well.

"Oh my god." Somehow you manage to not bolt forward, slipping gently from Dieter's arm instead to wrap your arms tightly around Steph. "You guys look incredible! I can't believe you didn't say anything you sneaks!"

"I only found out about it today!" Steph squeals as she looks around in awe. "I cannot believe this is happening!"

“I don’t know how we managed to keep it a secret,” Rico admits, grinning brightly as he hugs you in turn. “Go on and get your picture taken and enjoy the spotlight,” he urges you. “We’re all at the same table. We’ll get the chance to talk inside.”

Dieter grins at you. “Rico helped me, but I kept Steph in the dark. I wanted her to be surprised too.” He admits.

“You’re amazing.” You take his hand, suddenly no longer having to force yourself to be optimistic about the night but bubbling over with excitement for it. There could be a thousand photographers between here and the entrance to the event and you would stop for every single one with the brightest possible smile on your face.

“I figured our last contracted date should be something special. Something for your family.” He smiles at you right as a photographer snaps a photo. It will be one that is on the front of People magazine in two weeks as they highlight the entire event.

"It's perfect." The whole night could end right now and it would still be perfect, but the two of you very slowly make your way inside and past the group of folks from the Foundation who all want to shake Dieter's hand and take a picture with him. They're chattering about the turnout and the venue and how excited they are for the food that's being served tonight like he had a hand in planning every single aspect. "Exactly how much of this did you do?" You ask, raising an eyebrow at him when he ushers you over to the bar to get your first drinks of the night.

Dieter grins at you and gives a small shrug. “I – to be honest, I haven’t been working on securing a new project over the past three weeks.” He admits. “I’ve been working on this fundraiser.”

"You're such a sneak." And even as you shake your head at him, you're leaning in to give him a kiss. "This is amazing, baby. The research they can do with this kind of money is so important." The A-list celebrities starting to file in are impressive to say the very least, and you really have to wonder how many favours he called in to get this kind of attendance.

“Hopefully so.” Dieter grins as he looks around. “Libby helped garner attention. Get the word out to other managers and put the bug in their ear that this will be the event to attend.” He chuckles. “She’s hoping this will become L.A.’s Met Gala.”

“L.A.’s Met Gala is a fundraiser for research on chronic digestive disorders.” You have to laugh, shaking your head again as Dieter orders your drink and his own from the bartender. “I guess that makes sense with how full of shit this town is,” you joke, waggling your eyebrows at the pun. “What do you think the themes will be like? Outfits inspired by your favourite ingredient that you can’t eat anymore?” Despite the joking, it would be amazing if it happened. There is so much that doctors don’t know about the disease that affects every waking second of your niece’s life. It would be wonderful to start getting some more answers.

He snorts and slides his hand down to pat your ass fondly. "It would be fun and funny." He hums happily, already sensing this is going to be a huge turnout. "Everything tonight is going to benefit research and from the ticket sales alone, we've tripled the funds they've had for the last two years. That's not including the silent auction." Dieter grins. "There have been a lot of things donated and Libby is looking at the entire event as a tax write off."

"I wish I had known; I would have figured out a way to help." Of course it was his intention to surprise you, but for a cause like this? For something that means so much to you? You would have done anything in your power to help. "Auction off a painting commission or something."

He shakes his head. "I wanted this to be something I did for you this time." He insists. "You have— you've given me so much and I wanted to find a way to show you – give you something that can help your family – my family."

"You really have no idea how much you've already done for us." Leaning into his side, you nod your thanks to the bartender after he sets your drinks down and floats away, letting you focus on Dieter again. "Either way, baby? We're so, so proud to be your family."

He leans in and nuzzles against your neck, kissing your pulse softly. "I love you." Your confidence in him means everything and it's just solidified his happiness with finding you.

"I love you, too." His arms keep you close, wrapping around your waist and holding you against him for a moment. You nuzzle him back before leaning back to kiss him and picking up both of your drinks. "What do you think, handsome? Want to mingle a little?"

"Absolutely." He flashes you a smile you always call his 'celebrity grin' the trademark roguish grin that you swear makes panties drop and takes his drink from to you clink against your own. "To getting these selfish, egotistical celebs to open up their inflated purses for a good cause." He jokes, knowing at one time that was your opinion of him.

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The first portion of the night is time for people to bid on auction items and mingle, and then there are speeches from members of the Foundation. Thanks are given, praise is heaped, and outlines are given for what types of research studies will be funded with the money raised tonight. The crowning glory of the night, according to the last person speaking, is the menu you're about to indulge in. Each course of this four-course supper adheres to the strict guidelines that people with Crohn's and Colitis have to work through every single day, and it is the inaugural dinner for a catering company that will do exactly this for its future clients: specialized menus for people with complicated dietary needs. The company, she announces proudly, is called Nora Approved, and it is only then that you realize Rico has disappeared from the table.

Dieter watches as your eyes widen, clapping loudly when Rico appears on the stage to answer any questions about the night's menu if they need to be answered and give an outline of what this catering service planned to do.

Steph is practically in tears beside you, and the two of you grab for each other's hands in the same wild motion of shock. "He— he named—" She can't even choke out the words under her breath with the tears threatening to spill from her eyes any second. When you feel like you can breathe again, you turn to look at Dieter in complete disbelief. "Is that...is that why Jordan's been working so much? Did Rico actually quit to start a business?"

"Rico didn't quit." Dieter stresses. "He is merely branching out into a business opportunity that arose after an investor decided they liked his business plan." During the planning of the event, Rico had originally been just planning the menu but the idea of the catering service and thoroughness of his bodyguard had impressed him. Dieter's LLC had – through Libby – invested in the man's idea.

"Dieter Bravo, making dreams come true." You almost don't know what to say, except that you're so flabbergasted by the whole thing that you turn back to Steph and squeeze her hand tightly. "Don't you ever try to tell me that that man isn't head over heels in love with you. He named his business after your little girl."

Steph's eyes are still watering, and her head bobbles up and down quickly. "I – he – oh my god." She breathes out, clutching your hand desperately. "I love him. I really love him."

There's only a single pang of melancholy that lasts half the length of a heartbeat, because you know that Shawn would be so proud to see someone love his baby girl as much as Rico clearly does. There is no chance that he isn't looking down on all this and smiling, glad to see Steph finding her happiness again after so long without it. "I think it's time to tell him that if you haven't already," you laugh quietly, breathily, shaking your head a little as Rico waves to the crowd and hops off the stage to disappear back into what you have to assume would be the kitchens of the building.

Dieter watches with approval as the servers start to bring out the plates. Watching the various celebrities and influential people in this room start to try the food. Wanting this for Rico as well as the foundation. He deserves it. As much as he hates to lose the man cooking for him daily when he's home, this is an impact that he wants made. Especially because it will benefit the little girl that has stolen his heart.

In your entire life you've never heard a room fall silent the way the echoing art gallery does when people start eating. The menu card carefully set out at everyone's places details each course and you can see people everywhere picking up their cards and inspecting them while they eat. It's like watching an entire mass of people hear an amazing song for the first time as one by one, each guest starts to light up with enjoyment.

After about fifteen minutes, obviously working on something in the kitchens, Rico comes back to the table and slides into his seat, immediately leaning over and kissing Steph's cheek. "Sorry about that. I needed to handle a few things." He murmurs to her softly.

“You’re—you’re absolutely incredible.” Steph’s eyes are wide when he sits back down beside her. Wide and watery and so full of love that she could burst. “I—I can’t believe— this is how you decided to have your career as a chef. Doing something like this a-and—and naming it after…” It’s no use, the tears prickling at her eyes spill over and she takes one of his hands in both of hers. “I love you…completely and totally and I—” She laughs through the tears, willing them away, but she’s so overwhelmed with the enormity of everything happening tonight that she can’t helped it. “I love the way you love my daughter.”

Rico grins proudly and reaches up to wipe away the tears from Steph’s eyes. “I love you both. I know it’s so soon to think about anything permanent and I will always follow your lead on letting Nora know, but I’m all in sweetheart.”

“We can—” she sniffles, burying her face in his neck as she hugs him close. “We should tell Nora.” Steph is completely overcome, so entirely overwhelmed and grateful that this incredible man would love her daughter so fully. It had been a secret fear that no one would stick with her, not wanting to care for a chronically ill child that wasn’t their own. But Rico not only loved her, he had taken steps to form a life around her. That is proof enough to Steph a hundred times over that her love for him was not misplaced. “Whenever you want to, love.”

“Whenever you want.” Rico cups her cheek and smiles at her softly. “I never want to replace Shawn, I couldn’t. I just want to love both of you and be there for the two of you.” He chuckles. “The best thing that happened to me was when you beat on my boss’s door to beat his ass.”

“I love you.” Steph murmurs softly, leaning into his touch right there in their seats. “I’m always going to love Shawn but that doesn’t mean I love you any less.” She laughs quietly, pressing a kiss to his lips before she shifts backward again in her seat, not wanting to make the other people at the table uncomfortable. “Maybe we could talk to her over brunch tomorrow? Some good news over her favourite meal?”

“Why don’t we do that?” He asks with a grin. “I can come over early and make it.” He’s not been staying over, never wanting to put Steph in a position to have to explain why he was in bed with her.

“That would be really nice.” After that – after Nora knows and has adjusted to her mom having a romantic relationship – then she’ll feel comfortable adding sleepovers to the list of activities. For now they have quick liaisons or the occasional night that Nora sleeps over with Uncle Deedee and Auntie Gigi, and those have been wonderful.

Rico gives her a big grin, like she has given him the best present in the world. “I have to warn you, my Ma has already asked when I’m bringing you home and she’ll box my ears if I’m not treating you right.”

“Hmm.” Steph ducks her head, grinning so madly that she’s practically burying her head in her hands. “Nora’s never had a white Christmas before…” she offers, thinking of how much her little girl would love the snow. “Maybe it’s time? Two more months seems long enough to see how she’s adjusting to us being together.”

“We can do that.” Rico grins. “I will let Ma know. She will be overjoyed.” He’s already told his ma about them, about him falling for Steph and Nora. They are a packaged unit and he wouldn’t have it any other way.

“I guess that answers my question about Valentina’s invitation for us.” You hum, tilting your head at Dieter. His grandmother had sent you ornate invitations to his family’s Christmas celebration far in advance because of the travel and planning that would be necessary. You had been nervous about leaving Steph and Nora more or less alone – but if they’re going to New Jersey with Rico, then that wipes all your worries away.

“Only if you want to.” He offers. “We can always either go to your parents or invite them here.” He had met your parents a few weeks ago and still wasn’t quite sure how they felt about your soulmate.

“We can always give my folks Thanksgiving.” It’s something that you could do on your own terms, and would give them more time with Nora and you may have given this a little thought before now. “Inviting them down here for Thanksgiving means they can see Nora, too.” Shrugging slightly, you dig into the second course that the waiter has just set down in front of you: a completely diet-approved plate of cacio e pepe that looks like it belongs in a magazine spread. “We don’t have to decide tonight. But I think it sounds nice.”

“Well, I’m going wherever you are.” Dieter announces. “If it’s to my family’s Christmas, cool. If it’s to lay on a beach in the sun, bring the skimpiest bikini you own.”

“I could just wear that for you at home,” you remind him playfully, squeezing his thigh under the table and lowering your voice. “Where you’re allowed to take it off me.”

“But I want to take it off of you on a private beach.” He grins and sends you a wink. “Or on a yacht in the middle of the ocean.”

“That can be your reward for surviving another weekend with my parents.” Smirking when he pouts at you, you lean over and place a kiss on the tip of his nose. “We’ll figure it out, love. Whatever we do, we’ll have nice holidays to look forward to.”

“We’ll figure it out.” He agrees and looks down at his plate. “This looks like it should be on a painting. It’s art, isn’t it?”

“If it’s possible…” You mumble through the bite of pasta you’ve just taken. “It tastes even better.”

“We’ve got high hopes for this dinner.” Dieter tells you. “Rico wanted to knock it out if the park to show that foods that are accommodating to Crohn’s doesn’t have to be bland.”

“Well you’re doing a very good job.” The older woman sitting across the table tells Rico with a wide smile. The four of you had been seated with people from the Foundation and this woman had been a donor most of her life owing to her own struggle with the disease. “If you’re ready to take new clients, young man, I think you’re going to get a lot of business from this room.”

“Nora Approved is ready for whatever people need.” Rico assures her with a bright smile. He’s relieved that people seem to be eager for his food. “We will accommodate much more than Crohn’s. But that disease is very close to our hearts.”

“Nora is very lucky to have you,” the woman tells him, rightfully guessing that the business is named for someone specific. “I hope she knows how loved she is.”

“She does.” Steph smiles and squeezes Rico’s hand. “She has an amazing set of men in her life. Especially her uncle Deedee.” She grins at Dieter. “She’s five and completely spoiled.”

You can see on Dieter’s face that he’s going to protest that spoiling her is his right, and you grin. “The Toy Story birthday party and phone call from Joan Cusack was pretty over the top. But it was great. She loved it almost as much as she loves you.” With your hand in his you laugh happily.

This is your family – and it’s strange and sometimes messy and a little complicated – but it’s perfect in its very own way.

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I KNEW NAT WAS PREGNANT i did not know she knew she was but i knew it!

RICHIE NO HONEY

"is that it?" *boink* "yeah" the bear is a comedy. full stop.

ebra you can do it baby i believe in you and i love you

and carmy's still cooking, still working. him and ebra.

oh syd's mum isn't there. she's not there is she she's dead or she's left or something

that was an Adorable story and i wanna see Syd imitate her mum who is definitely dead

oh candles. yeah. so why did she talk about her in the present tense to marcus? hiding it? hiding means there's prolly some trauma, and her mum wouldn't have been that old if she was the same age as her dad (he said they were both twenty when they started dating) so i'm gonna say sickness. might have been sudden, might have been prolonged, but sickness took her is my guess

"carm?" oh. i think i know who thiiiiiis issss

"claire. hi." yes, yes i did know who this is. that's not an enthusiastic reaction from carmy, but to be absolutely fair, he's rarely enthusiastic.

he is however very nervous here -- defensive posture, his face is red, tense jaw, etc. not sure these two were friends when they knew each other -- not saying they were enemies or anything, i'm just not getting the sense that they hung out much

mmm. based on this convo with syd and her dad? he's never been to The Beef in his LIFE. it would come up that they've closed down his Usual Sunday Place to do this if he had. adding that to the list of chekov's guns yet to be fired, and it's gonna be a friggin chekov's cannon ball depending on when that fuse is finally lit

"i have a partner!" "and you trust him" "yes!" gosh dangit. the subtext is text all right but like....conflict is coming

"i'm older than her now" oh land her mum died young then. and she does not believe her dad when he says she's just as wonderful as her mum was

i'm really hoping richie is gonna take a shower. that cannot be healthy

kay still talking with claire! great that doesn't make me nervous about this season at all!

"you wanted to fix [the broken arm]?" "i wanted to understand it" a very valid viewpoint, not knocking it.

but it does show the difference between them -- carmy, like in the party with the kids, like when he's checking in with richie and natalie and syd and tina, wants to help people, wants to fix stuff for them. claire wants to understand how things work -- two different approaches, two different foci.

oh. mm.

okay. okay. okay.

first off, carmy's "i should really listen to myself" about telling that kid not to become a chef? further proof if you ask me that carmy will end up stepping back from professional kitchens in some way

but

if someone so obviously does not want to be doing what they're doing -- if someone says they should not be a chef, for example, and then says that they're opening a restaurant? the first question most people would ask is: "why are you doing that then"

what claire says is "you're doing the thing!" which. i don't actually have words for that response. what in the brain-dead -- i don't care if that's what you remember of him from school or being kids or whatever, how on earth is that the response?

"because you're the bear. and i remember you." spit bucket please!

who the eff says that in a grocery store to someone holding frozen veal stock

he has absolutely no idea how to take that, wow.

in fact, yeah, i don't think carmy has any idea how to deal with personal attention like that, and he needs people to be fairly direct b/c he's sort of oblivious when it comes to how people think/act around him specifically -- he seems to understand People as a General Concept pretty well, just not as they relate to him -- which speaks to abominable self-esteem and i'm going to guess that when he says "i never had any girlfriends" it's not because a few girls (it was probably only two or three, especially being as Carmy as he is, but still) weren't interested in him, it's because he absolutely did not notice, God bless him and keep him

"i'll just get your contact information" oh here it issss here's the thing i know about

and they were so careful to have him recite his number earlier so we'd know what it is

"01....0....2." it's a VERY deliberate choice to give her the wrong number. this isn't a spur of the moment choice, he thought this through. and when she repeats it back and he has the chance to say "oh no 01 sorry", he just says "yup", no hesitation. they're emphasizing to the view that he's okay leaving it there, that this is done on purpose, that he's lying and that he knows he's lying

now there are a multitude of reasons for him doing this. if you think he does actually want contact with her, then it could be he doesn't believe she actually would want to talk to him, he doesn't have any idea how to handle her and is running, etc.

you could even say that this is classic Carmy repression -- he's not letting himself do something he wants to do because he's repressing the desire for it. that one's probably the strongest argument -- really the only valid argument -- on that side

but.

i think that the reason to have this in this episode specifically? is because he and syd have that conversation about the three-star call in this episode

remember what he says? first 10 seconds feels like a panic attack, b/c you know you'll have to keep it up. your brain skips any sort of joy or celebration, and settles instead on dread. that's carmy's experience with getting an honor few get in the culinary world, and it shows that he's actually not happy in being a Chef-with-a-capital-C. this episode fairly beats that into the viewer, honestly

i think it's the same thing here. he knows if he gives her his number that he'll have to keep it up. his brain skips any sort of happiness and settles on dread. and -- finally taking his own advice here, probably because he just mentioned he should take his own advice, carmy is quite introspective, he's just a little Blocked when it comes to his own emotions -- he decides that it's not worth it. the panic and the dread and the sheer effort it would take to maintain this is not worth it

this conversation is not shot like it's easy. carmy's leaning on the side of the freezer like he needs something to physically prop himself up. the lighting is great for claire, who's comfortable, but it washes carmy out, makes him look even more tired.

full disclosure, i don't know anything more than the fact that she goes behind his back (!!! i will have words!!) in the coming episodes sometime to get his real number, that's the extent of my knowledge.

but even without knowing that, watching this conversation? this isn't a full-fledged chekov's gun, this is at most a chekov's water pistol. she's gonna be here, but she's not gonna be omnipresent. her presence -- which i'm guessing will work largely as a distraction, pulling carmy away from The Bear, as well as being a Specter of the Past -- will cause conflict, rather than build a relationship. shot in the dark work, but given that we're shown how Carmy has a problem going all-or-nothing, and last season he went overboard on the "all" part of that, i'm guessing this season she'll be used to demonstrate the "nothing" part of his personality

which will cause problems and conflict, yes, and also provide an opportunity for the other chefs in the kitchen to grow into the roles they'll need to fill in carmy's eventual (permanent) exit from the kitchen. i get the feeling that the sign for "sorry" introduced here is gonna get quite a bit of airtime

this is long and rambly, but yeah! that's episode 2 -- two very relaxed season openers, i'll note -- we've got 8 to go, and i can feel the un-caged bear getting restless enough to start causing a ruckus....

#the bear #liveblogging #2X02 #that's the last post for tonight! my best friend is off the plane so i shall go chat with her probably and then sleep! #really enjoying this and i just know that the Conflict and Chaos that so marks the bear as a show is gonna start #so that was claire! interesting meeting her! she seems kinda like a nothingburger rn but oh. i know she's gonna get Worse #it's the only thing i know so i'm looking forward to the context to see if it makes it better or worse or different #no idea if i'm watching tomorrow since NYE but we shall see! i like this two-eps-a-day sort of thing i should finish by end of next week #possibly earlier but we shall see #once again block the liveblogging tag if this is awful for you! liveblogging just helps me parse the show #and there's a whole lot to parse

[wxywardsun]

Omg I saw you were writing for Beau!! My baby.. could we please do where Reader is feeling down and insecure and Beau just comforts her and reminds her of how amazing and beautiful she is🤍🤍🤍

[I’m admittedly a lil late to this req but nonetheless,let’s get our comforting fluff on!]

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Imagine Beau comforting you and telling you just how beautiful you really are…

Irritable,blue, and maybe feeling like a dark cloud is looming over your head,crackling and sparking like a burst of lightning will crash on your head if you so much as breathe too hard.

Those were the best words to describe how down you felt today..but at least the work you had today was light and didn’t further your frustrations at all.

With a deep breath you sit back down on the chair in your office and put your head in your hands.

Of course Denise comes up and checks on you every once in a while. Asking you how you’re doing,she offers you one of the cups she’s holding with freshly brewed tea inside (bless her heart)

You’re about halfway through the cup when when a ringing bell catches your attention. You don’t even pick up on the voice,but the moment you hear the clack of a glass dish on Denise’s desk you immediately know who it belongs to.

You let out quite a long sigh and yep,there he is,cup of tea in hand,gentle smile,and bright eyes right next to your desk. One things for sure,Beau isn’t leaving till he makes you smile!

He gets up and closes the door to your office as he speaks. “So..Denise told me somethin’ is up today and that you weren’t feeling too hot. Wanna talk about it?”

You can trust him..and letting your insecurities eat you up is never good. So you let go,and with a sigh and a sip of your tea you tell him everything.

Even as the tears threaten to spill from your eyes,you tell Beau how off you felt today,and how your insecurities are dampening your mood.

He doesn’t even hesitate as he holds your hand,listening to every word you have to say,and gliding his thumb over the top of your hand in a soothing pattern.

“Listen to me sweetheart,and look at me.” His voice is so calming and yet so passionate as you at least try to look into his eyes as he speaks.

“I know it can be difficult sometimes,especially when your insecurities are eating you up inside. But you have to understand just how much I care about you,and I don’t care if I have to scream it out at the top of this building to get you to understand this,you hear me?”

You nod as he keeps talking,a few tears stream down your cheeks as he wipes them away with his thumb.

“Listen to me..you are one amazing woman. You’re kind,and passionate about your work,and hell,you’re whip smart! But most of all,you’re gorgeous. You’re absolutely beautiful no matter what your mind might be telling you..”

You’re taken aback as Beau plants a kiss on the top of your hand,then on your cheek which causes them to flush up.

Almost immediately you pull him into a hug. His own face flushes up as you thank him for such kind words. Hell,you couldn’t thank him enough!

You sigh as you part from the hug,and Beau takes the opportunity to kiss the top of your head.

“Hey so,I wanted to ask you a long time ago but,how would you feel about maybe coming over to my place? Maybe we could catch a movie,or have dinner together if you want?”

God bless him,your heart is practically bursting out of your chest.

You take his hand into yours,and with a soft smile you tell him, “yeah..yeah,I’d really like that..but one more thing.”

You gesture to his cheeks that are practically red like tomatoes, “I thought you said y’all don’t blush down in Texas!”

You both start laughing and you look on at Beau in awe. In just a short amount of time he practically lifted your mood like it was nothing.

Maybe he is the light that shines through the dark cloud.

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[safetycar-restart]

Charles just loves the sky and everything sky related.

So his job is a blessing for him, because he can travel a lot. You always book his flights and you have to make sure that he'll fly in the daytime and sit next to the window. These are total must-haves. (Not to mention that you have to sit next to him and hold his hand, it's obvious.) Because Charles will be sitting with his nose glued to the window the entire flight, watching the clouds. And that's it, that's everything he wants.

Knowing how much Charles loves to look at the sky, you always plan it in your dates. You're having a picnic and then the two of you just lie on the blanket and watch the clouds. You look at their shapes and say what they remind you of, that's your favorite game. Charles will always find a bunny somewhere because he loves them.

Similarly, Charles loves to watch sunsets and stars. Often after the races you take him to the roof of the hotel where you are sleeping or to some other quieter place and you just watch the night sky together. You're on the ground, Charles in your arms, just watching. You don't talk, you don't have to. All the words you would like to say you pass on to each other in gestures, and you just enjoy the silence. Sometimes Charles will fall asleep in your arms and then you let him take a nap, only after a while you gently wake him up leaving kisses all over his face and you go back to your room together.

And Charles's biggest dream is to see the aurora live. He's just fascinated by it. You went to Scandinavia several times during the winter break hoping to see it, but you haven't been so lucky yet. But you'll keep trying because you know that when you do, Charles will be the happiest baby in the world.

- 🪸

This entire ask is fucking incredible oh my god. It’s so soft and so so perfect. I’m gonna try my best to add some thoughts to this but there’s no way I can make it any better than it already is.

Firstly, Charles will never tire of staring at the sky. He’s loved it since he was a child.

But I don’t think he’s ever been as honest about his love for it with a partner? It’s a little weird. He knows it’s a little weird, and he knows most people wouldn’t spend an entire afternoon laying on their back on their balcony, watching the clouds.

So he mostly kept it to himself. Especially because it was something that he likes for himself? Staring up at the sky calms him down, makes him feel safe and comfortable. He’s always liked alone time.

But then he meets you and he no longer wants alone time at all. Why would he want that when you could be with him? As much as he loves watching the sky, there’s nothing he loves more than being with you. Nothing.

You discover this love of his one afternoon. The two of you had a nice sweet fuck after lunch and then took an impromptu nap. Charles woke up before you, and he decided to sneak out of bed and curl up on a chair on the balcony, watching the clouds go by.

You find him there, staring up at the sky with a small smile on his cute little face. You kiss the top of his head, asking him what he’s doing. Normally he would say nothing and come back inside, but he’s feeling all nice and soft from his nap and the sex earlier and he wants to carry on watching the sky!!

So he tells you he’s just watching the sky, that he likes to do that sometimes. You smile and ask if he wants a cup of tea.

So you end up sitting with Charles on the balcony, sipping tea and watching the clouds. You stay there until the sunsets and Charles‘s tummy starts to rumble.

He’s so happy!!! He got to watch the sky with you!! That’s everything to him.

He starts to much more open about it with you after that, starts to pull you outside to watch the sunset or sunrise, requests the window seat so he can look outside, takes you up the roof of hotels to watch the stars.

You’re also just so grateful you get to see this? Because it’s such a tender side of Charles? Something that no one else really knows about him, that is just for the two of you.

On flights you always let him take the window seat, and often he’ll point out pretty clouds. Sometimes he won’t even have anything to show you, but he’ll just ask you to look out the window with him? He just likes knowing you’re watching with him.

He starts crying the first time he realises you’ve incorporated it into a date. The picnic alone was enough to get him all teary eyed, but then you grab to pillows out of the picnic basket and lay down, inviting him to join you and watch the clouds for a bit.

When he shared that with you, he never imagined you’d actually do something like this with it. He’s just so so happy, cuddling with you and watching the clouds, whispering to you about random things while keeping his eyes up.

I think taking him up the roof of the hotel might become a tradition on the night before a race? Charles often does it himself if he’s alone the night before a race, but he loves it even more when you’re with him. It’s so calming and it just puts him in the perfect headspace to get a good night sleep before the race.

He’ll turn down every single offer for dinner or to go out or any gaming or anything. He just wants to have a quiet dinner with you and then to go watch the stars for a bit.

And the aurora!! Yes!!

Honestly he doesn’t even mind that he’s been a few times with you and never seen it. Because he always has the best time on those trips. It’s always just the two of you, and you never go for very long either. He just gets to completely unwind.

Even if you don’t see the aurora, you still watch the stars every night and that’s more than enough for a happy Charles.

(Also, maybe as a surprise vacation you book a stay at one of those insane destination hotels where the room you stay in has a glass ceiling?)

#sub!charles #cl #nsfw. #gn!reader #soft soft vibes #🪸

[sokkas-first-fangirl]

I saw that u made a post asking for prompts/just to talk about fandoms. I was meaning to send an ask when I saw it but I forgot 😭😭 heres something different for you: I'm so happy to see that you like futurama as well, that show has such a special place in my heart 😭😭 and the lack of fics (especially freela fics) is actually maddening 😤😤😤 if you want to, could you throw us some freela relationship headcanons?😳😳💖

The original girlboss and malewife! 👏👏

Fry and Leela were probably the first fictional couple I shipped, before I even knew what shipping was. I just knew I really wanted them to end up together

(The lack of fanfic is a travesty, justice for my disaster couple)

Headcanon time!

When Fry and Leela are officially engaged (y'know, without time being frozen in the process) Bender gives a rather dramatic monologue about how he can't believe Leela didn't ask his blessing. Fry's protests that he proposed go unheard. Bender demands (somewhat jokingly but mostly seriously) that Leela asks for his blessing

No, Bender does not tear up when Leela goes along with it and asks, shut up

No one's sure who cried more at the wedding: Leela's parents, or Zoidberg

They get a dog, damn it! 👏👏

They have two kids: a girl and a boy

Fry remembers how much Yancy hated his name, so while he doesn't name his son Yancy, he returns the favour and uses it as a middle name

Their daughter's middle name is Munda, after Leela's mom

The entire Planet Express crew absolutely adores these kids. Everyone has babysat and they all have very different ways of handling the kids

One time, Leela and Fry came to collect the kids to find them doing paperwork with Hermes. They actually seemed to be enjoying it

Cubert just thinks it's low-key weird that the babies whose diapers he's changing are actually his aunt and uncle

Fry tries to imagine his parents babysitting his kids and shudders in horror. He misses them and wishes every day that his parents could have met them, but letting his parents look after them could only have resulted in utter chaos

One time, someone hits on Fry in front of Leela, despite the obvious wedding rings. Everyone expects Leela to lose it and start a fight. Her usual "I'm gonna kick her ass" attitude. Instead, she surprises them all: she grabs Fry and straight up dips him in a kiss instead

Fry loves it

Fry has also surprised everyone (and horrified Hermes) by starting a fight when some drunken idiot wouldn't shut up about how "weird" Leela's eye is

Fry, drunk: "That's my girlfriend!" Kif: "Fry, that's your wife." Fry: "My wife!? Even better!"

Leela: "I wasn't that drunk last night." Amy: "You hit on Fry." Leela: "So? That's not weird, he's my husband." Amy: "You asked if he was single." Leela: "..." Amy: "You kicked over a table when he said he wasn't."

It takes Brannigan a solid year to realise Leela and Fry are married. Kif has tried to tell him, but Zapp never listened and just never noticed the rings. He nearly crashes his ship when he finally notices

What follows is a long, dramatic sob-fest about how he can't believe he wasn't invited to the wedding

He was. He just never read the invitation and tossed it

Overall, Fry and Leela are just an adorable couple. They're not all over each other in public, but they're always seen holding hands or sitting together. The amount of inside jokes they have is ridiculous. They always smile when they see each other

They are going to live a long and happy life together, so help me god

This got way longer than I anticipated, but that's what happens when you have headcanons for years 😁

#fry x leela #freela #philip j fry #turanga leela #answers #asks #headcanons #futurama #i love them your honour #the original girlboss and malewife #freela headcanons #futurama headcanons

[thewatcherprevails]

Dead Man Walking

Name: Mothilmec (They/Them)

Race: Death Godlike

Class: Priest of Berath

Level: 2

Moving over to Mothilmec (Moth for short), we'll delve into their reasons for going to Gilded Vale and their history!

Mothilmec does not know who or where their parents are, for they was found in an alleyway alone, left to suffer from the elements. The why for their abandonment leaves little room for mystery, depending on who you ask, for Moth was born a Godlike. But not just any Godlike, a being infused with death. That their parents decided Moths' fate would be to fester out on the streets is a miracle and a twisted act of mercy. Mothilmec would not remain on the streets for long, but not before being cautiously ignored by passerby's. One look at the child and most would turn the other way, fearful of the superstitious rumors that Death Godlike are associated with.

It wasn't until a kindly priest found the young child and extended a loving hand to them. This priest, funnily enough, was a servant of Berath, the God of cycles, doors, life, and death. Perhaps it was this individual's standing with Berath that saved baby Moth in the first place. At least, that's how Mothilmec sees it, for without the merciful love of Berath, Moth would have perished, alone and unwanted.

Despite this, Moth lived a lonely childhood. Many were still cautious of the child. Parents would tell their children to steer clear from them, children would avoid and bully Moth, and adults would do the bare minimum of acknowledging that they existed in their town. But the priest, whom we will name Jorildyn, kept Moth company and was the closest thing to a father in Moth's life.

From Jorildyn, Moth was taught the creed and word of Berath, and the teachings of the God brought Moth comfort. Especially because of his connection with death. But, because of their isolation, as they grew, their faith in Berath would be what some would call fanatical. Being a Death Godlike, Mothilmec believed themself a true chosen of Berath, a walking messiah amongst mortals. They was so adamant about this supposed truth that when their father, Jorildyn, died; Moth took over the church. Moth was not malicious, but Moth did keep preaching that they were a child of Berath and how they were a savior of life.

The reception to their fanatic preaching's brought in mixed reviews. Some, especially the downhearted and desperate, flocked to Moth's congregations. Moth's popularity grew more when they started to actually heal the sick and other magical miracles. Yet, some saw Moth as a deranged cultist. It gotten to a point that there were threats and talk about throwing Mothilmec out of town. That would soon come to pass, but not in a way everyone hoped. The town was sacked by some raiders, forcing Moth to run from home. The few survivors of their town placed blame on Mothilmec, blaming Moths' heritage for their doom and blight.

Thus, Moth had to run even further out from their home. Moth had trouble preaching the good news of Berath to outsiders of their faith as some were not tolerant of the god of death, especially if the priest who preaches it cannot help but focus on the death aspect of their deity. But, Moth heard word of repeated failed births further down in the Dyrwood. To Moth, they felt that Berath was guiding them to discover the truth behind these sudden deaths and to bring life back to the Dyrwood, so they set forth to Gilded Vale.

As with Lisa, Moth fell ill and had to hunt for some Springberries with Calisca. While here, Moth spoke much with Heodan because of their shared history with the Aedyr Empire.

Every corpse that Moth passed, they would take a moment to pray to Berath that their next life is a kinder one, blessing the body so that Berath will shine upon the person favorably. As per usual, after getting the berries, due to the Galfanthan's getting pissy about us being in their area, we ended up fighting them. This time around, Moth tried to persuade them into saving their energy to fight him and Calisca instead of wasting time hurting Heodan. Despite this, Heodan was still stabbed, but we were able to still save Heodan.

But, upon going into the ruins, because he was injured, Heodan asked that we rest briefly so that they could heal. Despite Cal's protests, Moth agreed to rest (mainly because I went through my own spell slots) and assisted with Heodan's recovery. However, Cal wasn't having it and decided to leave and steal our water. The pair found Cal's body near the glowing tile trap as it looked like either she tried to run across and brute force the traps.

Long story short, much like Lisa, Moth and Heodan were able to escape the ruins, only to find a strange, cult like scenario where a strange, yet familiar looking man made a speech to three onlookers, a device started spinning, and we get caught up in the blast. Upon awakening, Moth hears voices and starts hearing things. Where Lisa saw these unwanted premonitions as something to be feared, Moth is the opposite.

Moth sees this as some grand potential that was awaken within them, a unknown blessing from Berath themselves as they see the past remnants of those who have passed seemingly. Knowing that standing in one place will not answer what has happened to them and why, Moth heads straight to Gilded Vale, searching for answers.

#Pillars of Eternity #Watcher Mothilmec

[airedelalmena]

Day update. it was a good day and I accomplished things again.

Most of the day mourning. Then a whole second day in the second half of the day, it felt like. I went out to buy Mama's clothes for the viewing. Somehow was blessed to manage to find something nice and classy and beautiful that she would have worn in her daily life on a nice day out. (At her best and happier times, before things got really hard and her health made it so much harder, and her isolation.)

Was taken to drop them off at the funeral home. The woman who works there is eons more truly kind than the church people who are so cold whom I'm having to deal with to get anywhere. She hugged me, and interestingly, instinctively, probably, she patted my back while she hugged me...like my mother did...which was learned when she burped me as a baby. I didn't say my thought but I asked her if she had kids, and she said yes, a daughter and a grandson in another state. Reflexes like that are learned and ingrained. Even if you're not literally burping an adult, but you're softly treating them like they're your child. God.... Just writing this. :''''s

Then I finally made it back home. My sister was going to come over but I got home an hour later than intended. So she came then. Still very good, because I've needed her. But we missed the event at the library, which I had intended to go to because Mama wanted for us to go together. So I hope they do more of them in future. Tarot card night. So that she and I can go together and sort of make up for that loss.

She hung out with me for hours and we just talked. Opened up a lot more about my life and she did about hers, some, too, though she was trying to be a listener for me, which was so kind.

Didn't end up being cuddly, but that will come with time. Wish it had been the right mood or energy, or that I could have it now. I'm having to take my hugs wherever I can get them. Mom and I were so physically affectionate and cuddly. Especially the harder that our lives became and how starved for grounding social connection we were. We were a team and only had each other. Yes, it was largely a chain reaction from her bad life choices. But those came from extreme, immense trauma and dissociation that had shaped her whole life. I cannot hold it against her now that she's gone. I couldn't do anything else, couldn't afford to do anything else, while she was alive, because she was still holding me back. Now I have to find a balance and it's finding me and I have to forgive. Wish to GOD it didn't have to happen this way... I wanted freedom and good life changes and a new start for us in this place, and my own independence, so that THEN I could really work on rebuilding our relationship. As it was, under her thumb I was bitter and hateful and we fought and god, fuck it was so unbelievably ugly. Back and forth between that and hugs and love because we recognized just how much we needed each other to heal.

My sister helped me to clean just by being there. She surely felt useless because I didn't invite her to do much. But typical for the ADD and just the...being human, I needed to have her around to do any of it.

Prepared more of my "forever broth" using the leftovers from before she passed away. So this was technically her last meal. I mixed the dregs of her tiny bowl into the rest of it and then added my pasta slurry/starch water and some spice and boiled it together. Ate a bowl, so this was my way of eating that meal with her one last time. The rest will go into the forever broth properly. This is my ritual now. It's like spiritual and spiritually involved and connecting for me.

When you make the same foods as your loved ones did in life, you are eating the same things, you are connected to them. With culture this means through centuries. With the "forever broth" it's even deeper. A literal part of it touched their mouth/stomach/bowl. Even years later, that was still true. Continuity in a serious way. You are still sharing that one, long meal with them. Together.

Even if I for some reason lost or finished this batch one day, I can always make the same foods. I have that knowledge in me. She was praising me for really having begun to teach myself how to cook. As in, without fearfully following recipes, hoping not to fail or fuck up. I learned that cooking traditionally wasn't and didn't have to be that: recipes are just guidelines. So it freed me to finally be confident with it. I enjoyed learning from her.

I need to get all of Nana's recipes from her psycho brother. He has all the copies. I will make them and feel things about the ones she made. I will try to remember recipes that were favorites of hers or her own, not just her mother's. Her adaptations. If I can.

I could write and write. I'm done for the night.

No benadryl. This will be interesting.

Good night. So, hopefully, good night's sleep, too.

Fitting and also spiritual that the third day was easier. Also so evident that socialization heals me, at least the right way anyway.

It looks as though I will be forced by money constraints to cremate instead of bury. So I am insistent on a viewing beforehand. Yes, I am bitter abou this and will probably deeply continue to be. Greed. Greed.

On the way to the thrift store to buy her clothing, I was in an Uber with a Turkish man who spoke to me of his own loss of his 35/36? year old wife, to a heart attack. And how he would never love again. Mom was like that with my stepdad.... I get it. I get it. He helped me immensely and was so kind.

Goodness exists. I feel things. Keeping going.

#personal #grief #mm tag

[tteokdoroki]

had it | k.bakugou.

♡ pairing: katsuki bakugou x fem!reader.

♡ word count: 4.5K

♡ rating: everyone.

♡ genre: pro hero!au, married!au, fluff, comfort.

♡ summary: your pro hero husband is a show off, always has and always will be... but when his big ego gets in the way of you doing your job, you give him little piece of your mind..

♡ warning(s): please read ! mentions of violence, i gave reader a quirk?? bakugou with a daughter ok literally nothing. oh and angst if you squint.

♡ author’s note(s):  hi besties!! happy birthday to meee!! today i’m dropping a fic that’s been a long time coming, its a short and fluffy little piece with domestic baku bc i love him with babies n kids ok ok!! i hope you all have a lovely day <3

♡ masterlist | requests | kofi

some say that working for a pro hero is an honour, no matter what the position is. some may work behind the scenes— creating gear and suits that support the pros protecting their cities or livelihoods. others are in charge of things like reports, PR and even physical health. everyone plays an important role in a hero's career. there’s never a dull moment working in a team supporting the pros, especially if that pro was dynamight.

the offices for katsuki bakugou’s hero agency were always buzzing; usually because the clean up team were rushing through with stacks upon stacks of receipts and paperwork from the damage done during bakugou’s patrols— other times it would be his secretaries gossiping about how good he looks in his winter costume because damn did that tight black shirt do his arms justice but usually it was just because of the PR team contacting media outlets with excuses for bakugou’s potty mouth.

working for the hot headed blonde was more laid back than it seemed however, the man himself was rarely ever in the office as the number two hero but out on missions instead, the pay was pretty decent and no one ever really faced his angry wrath nor his sailor like mouth unless they had royally fucked up on their job. katsuki bakugou was someone to admire, he never gave a damn about what people had to say about him— he only cared about getting the job done and maybe that’s why most people enjoyed their time under the dynamight agency.

particularly this time, right around noon.

the doors to the floor of the secretary offices fly open, crashing loudly against the walls and drawing the staff from their daily work. this office space is around ten floors up and somehow you’ve made it in record time today. “where is he?” your voice crawls through the entrance of the room, settling over the workers like a thick fog— commanding, menacing and soft all at the same time. newbies cower in their boots, confused at what’s going on and it’s safe to presume those who have been working here for years have yet to give them the run down. “don’t make me ask again.” you add, eyes darkening as you cast your gaze across the room.

an intern approaches you, visibly shaking with fear which makes you loosen your stance and raise an eyebrow toward them. “he-uh... he just went for his lunch break—“ the stutter, gulping under the stare of another highly ranked pro hero. “in his...office— ma’am!” they stumble through their words, hiding behind the ungodly amount of paperwork that's been dumped into their hands. you make a mental note to chew bakugou out on the load his interns have been getting as well as your prior reasons for coming to his agency.

nonetheless you shake your head and drop the frown, a sweet smile quickly replacing the look that could put anyone six feet under if you really tried. with a tap to the side of your head, the visor to your hero costume rises above your eyes— allowing you to give the poor little intern a cheeky wink as thanks. “‘ppreciate it darling, have a good one!” you thank them properly with a ruffle to their hair, resuming your previous stance as you march the rest of the way through the office and kick open the door at the end of the room.

the intern sags, a whimper of relief passing from tired lips while they wipe at the sweat forming on their brow. they’d not even encountered their boss yet and they’d already come face to face with a top pro hero. “w-what’s her deal?”

a chuckle to the left of the poor kid startles them out of their mind; but they relax upon realising it’s just another one of dynamight’s secretaries— haruto, who’d apparently been working at the agency since it started up. “that’s nightsky, her quirk is lullaby, which allows her to control certain people if she hits the right note. she can also put them to sleep, if she really wants to,” the intern now perks up, remembering you from countless interviews on tv. you ranked pretty highly too, managing to the reach the top five this year along with others like shoto and deku. “she owns the hero agency across the street, herself and dynamight have been going at it ever since. it’s like they’re elderly lovers or somethin‘.”

“d-do you think they are? lovers like you say?” the intern asks a little too excitedly, touching at their messy hair from where you’d ruffled it. a crimson blush warms their cheeks, the idea of two pros playing enemies to the public eye but being lovers in secret seemed like something right out of a romance novel. how romantic.

haruto only chuckles at the newbie, standing to ruffle their hair as well before heading over to the coffee stand to fix himself a cup. “beats me,” he mumbles cheerily as he walks away, arms crossed behind his head. “but with the way yn bursts in here at the same time everyday to scold bakugou, and leaves with a huge smile on her face— i wouldn’t put it past them. they probably have a whole life together.” he taps his nose once as if he’s given away too much information, turning away without a word.

the intern hums, seemingly happy with their superior’s answer and easily heads back to work from there.

katsuki bakugou was bored out of his mind.

being a successful pro hero was all he’d ever wanted— being the number two pro hero just came with that. bakugou wanted to get to the top and show everyone he was the best of the best and with him being blessed with a powerful quirk there was no way he couldn’t be where he was today. yet, now that he’d finally achieved his dream all he wanted was a fucking break. the blonde stares down at his microwaveable bowl of home cooked stew, a frown cutting deep into his cheeks. it was his lunch break for crying out loud, but instead of scarfing down the delicious meal before him, the hero was forced to watch it cool as some dumb fuck reporter asked him questions over the phone.

the telephone interview ( or a waste of his fucking time, as katsuki had called it ) , had been set up by his PR team right after he’d taken down a couple low level villains downtown earlier this morning. katsuki had called it nothing but apparently the whole world and their mother had been on his ass, watching as he took the criminals down with ease and raving about how glorious dynamight was during that fight. the reporter drones on about said event, asking the same old questions and it takes everything within the hot headed pro not to blow a casket— he’d been promised a few extra days off from his manager if he could finish the interview without blowing something up and only god knew how much katsuki needed a break from dumb paps and some overly obsessive fans.

‘so, final question, how does it feel to be the number two?’

bakugou grunts, buying himself time to formulate an answer. what he really wants to do is kindly tell the reporter to fuck off and ask more original questions; but with the prize of a longer weekend hanging in the balance he bites his tongue for the sake of freedom. “well i—“

“katsuki bakugou.” your voice cuts through his sentence before he can finish, vermillion eyes land on your hero costume clad form as you burst into his office. a lazy smirk now decorates the hero’s lips, brow quirked with piqued interest. “i have a bone to pick with you, you motherfucker.”

the reporter on the other end falls silent as katsuki watches you, leaning back in his plush leather chair. you look slightly disheveled, costume torn in a few places, scrapes littering your skin as you pant heavily from exertion— chest rising and falling with every breath, it seems ragged and bakugou makes a mental note to remind you to get your ribs checked out later. “you’re late, shitty woman.” the number two sits up a little straighter as you enter the room, leaning up to look at you while you slam your hands down on the smooth marble desk— the force rattling the items he has neatly placed on it.

‘uh-? mister...dynamight-? sir?’

your eyes sweep the room while the pro before you deals with the reporter, mentioning to her that they’ll have to continue their call later. in the meantime, you note that katsuki’s office is meticulously clean, not a single book, folder or pen out of place— it’s high up with a perfect view of the city and the large windows allow golden beams of the sun to light up the room. the sound of a phone being placed back on its hook brings you from your thoughts; annoyance settling deep in your veins as you turn to face bakugou again.

“i had it,” you growl lowly, jumping the gun before he can even register what you’ve said. “i’m a grown woman, katsuki, i can handle a couple of criminals myself, you know.”

the blasting hero does nothing but smirk even wider at the irked tone that litters your voice, standing up as well to tower over you. bakugou still wears his own hero costume, considerably in less damage than yours— not a single tear had formed in his suit, mind the small scratches on his face no doubt from his stupid explosions creating some debris. leaning over the desk between you, bakugou uses a forefinger and thumb to tilt your head up, bringing you even closer than before. “clearly y’didn’t sweetheart, or otherwise that icyhot bastard wouldn’t have needed to back you up ‘fore i got there...” his timbre voice sends sparks of electricity through the air in the room, it’s low and gravelly which is enough to send shivers down your spine but you’re not about to let katsuki bakugou know that he makes you flustered— it’d go straight to his head, the cocky bastard.

nonetheless; you roll your eyes at the mention of your old classmate and fellow pro hero— shoto todoroki. yourself and shoto got along fairly well, even back in high school, so it was normal for you to work together from time to time; you both made a great team and your skill set complimented each other’s well. katsuki was just jealous. he never really got along with todoroki like that. “he didn’t back me up, we were working together,” you snap back at the blonde, shaking yourself from bakugou’s grasp and flicking him right between those alluring vermillion eyes. “something you might not be familiar with, mister number two.” bakugou backs away from you completely ( only wincing slightly ), making you smirk in victory. you’ve struck a nerve. deciding to leave the conversation at that, you turn to make your exit as he collapses back into his seat with a deathly scowl and a quiet ‘tch’. “like i said, i had it, dynamight. next time, don’t jump in uninvited.”

happy that you got the last laugh, you open the door to leave his office but pause when a wave of heat hits your back. you should have known, katsuki bakugou was never one to back down from a challenge and you certainly weren’t an exception. well shit. when you turn around to face the blonde, small explosions spark from his right hand and he has some what of a look of a feral pomeranian, blood red eyes full of rage.

you visibly gulp and katsuki growls out his next words with the upmost venom, designed to hurt and cut at your feelings. “well maybe y’sudda let the actual pros handle shit like this,” bakugou begins, voice rising in volume with every syllable that passes his lips. “we both know you’re no good at short distance attacks with your quirk, shitty woman, you couldn’t have taken those villains down without me.” the blonde finishes with a short ‘tsk’, settling the explosions that spark in his palms. now it’s your turn to be pissed. you could handle katsuki’s jealousy, his petty reasoning for joining you on your patrol and taking the credit but bashing you and your quirk? no way in hell would he get away with that.

“bakugou?”

“what? the fuck y’still here for?”

you roll your shoulders, gracing the blonde with a devilish smile as your eyes light up mischievously. “why are you hitting yourself, bakugou?” you sing, hitting just the right notes that will have him under your spell, the tone in your voice as smooth as chocolate. katsuki’s eyes widen in horror and before he can stop himself, his free hand comes up to slap him across the face. that was your quirk, lullaby. you had the ability to sing your way out of any situation— adjusting the tune of your song to control the actions of certain individuals or groups of people. it was near impossible to resist but the more people you used your quirk on, the weaker your control over them was. that doesn’t mean you weren’t going to use it on bakugou from time to time. the blonde tries to fight it, he really does, but he’s no use up against your ability— losing all control of his own body. he grunts on impact, looking bewildered for a moment as he moves to grab his own wrist to stop any impending blows. “not so cocky now, are we dynamight?”

“h-hey!” he stammers, refusing to accept defeat against you. “shitty woman, no fuckin’ fair. you know i can’t use my quirk against you in here.” he was right, while your quirk was poor against short distance attacks ( meaning you had to result to hand to hand combat ), bakugou couldn’t use his own in enclosed spaces without hurting anyone he didn’t want to. especially you, he would never hurt you intentionally unless you were sparring.

“shoulda thought about that before you decided to taunt me, you know better than to piss off your wife, katsu.” you chide, still smiling just as brightly as you were earlier, before taking a seat on his desk and folding one leg over the other. it was quite amusing to watch your husband of four years fight against himself— everyone knew katsuki had an unbelievable amount of strength even without his quirk so he was definitely beating himself up ( literally and figuratively ).

bakugou looks up at you through gritted teeth while he struggles to keep the wrist you have control of down and you almost feel bad for the guy. “turn it off, dammit!” he curses at you, said hand rising above his free one to tug at his own sun kissed locks.

feigning interest in the objects on your lover's desk, you ignore his pleas for you to release him from the holds of your quirk and hum “apologise.”

“f-fuck... fuck y-you.”

you sigh knowingly, picking up a hand crafted paperweight, covered in glitter and sequin stars,  inspecting it carefully. bakugou could hardly ever say the word ‘sorry’, it was just in his nature and he’d been that way since you were young. part of you knows it’s because of how he was treated as a child where people praised him for his quirk. that meant he became prideful yes, thought highly of himself too and struggled to admit when others were right...but he had his own way of apologising— through actions instead of words.

like when you first moved in together and he had broken your favourite mug, instead of saying he was sorry, he spent all night super glueing it back together for you to use in the morning. to him, actions were louder than words but you right now; you were being mean and just wanted to hear him say it.

“fuck fuck, fine. alright. ‘m sorry.” bakugou lets out a strained growl as the hand you control gives a particularly hard yank to his hair. “i’m sorry for lying about your quirk. it’s not shitty…’n ‘m sorry for... barging in on your patrol. again.” you grin, satisfied with his answer and grab the hand he keeps down with his wrist. you press a simple kiss to the skin, making your husband blush as you release your hold over the limb. katsuki shyly yanks it from your grip, rubbing over the area that you’d kissed, shooting his gaze to the side in the process. “jesus shitty woman, if i don’t die from being a hero or of old fucking age, i know for a fact you’ll be the one to kill me first.” he mutters harshly under his breath, but you know he’s only kidding from the way his hands now fall to your thighs and his fingers rub small circles into the exposed skin.

“pro hero nightsky murders number two pro hero dynamight in cold blood!” you joke as if you’re reading a headline in a news article, katsuki only glares up at you— making no effort to curse you out because of your shitty joke, which causes you to frown while leaning  forward to brush some of his hair away from his face. “you know i’m only kidding right? is something wrong? did i come at a bad time?”

it’s only now that you notice the exhausted expression that paints your lover’s face. he’s always up to playing this game with you, at the same time every day— you come to bother him about some trivial matter, tease him a bit and leave with a kiss. but today, you can tell he’s trying to hide something from you. something that bothers him.

bakugou shakes his head, leaning into your touch as you play with his hair— a habit he’d picked up from even before you started dating back in high school, although he’d never admit that to you if you’d asked. “nothin’, just this stupid fuckin’ interview the PR team want me to do about the fight today. the one i took from you,” your husband smirks slightly at the thought and you roll your eyes for what seems like the nine hundredth time that afternoon. “didn’t get to finish my fuckin’ lunch but they promised me a couple days off if i got the interview done.”

“better the number two than me, eh? but don’t worry, i’ll order us some take out tonight,” your suggest, voice coming out as soft and mingling with your slight giggle— a quiet melody to katsuki’s ears. your only reply from him is a grunt, so you stop your fingers in his hair and watch as he scowls up at you. you quickly press a kiss to the explosive hero’s lips, pulling away to reveal his blushing face. you smile, knowing that you’re the only one who can make him flush red like that. “there’s something else bothering you, isn’t there?”

if there’s one thing katsuki bakugou hates, it’s how you read him like an open book. one look at him and it’s like you know exactly how he’s feeling. he can never hide anything from you— sometimes that both pisses him off and reminds him of how much he is loved by you. he hesitates with his words at first but decides to confide in you anyway, knowing that you’ll get it out of him in one way or another. “‘m worried about you, dumbass.” he mumbles, nudging your hand with his head as if to ask you to continue your earlier actions. “i know you had it, yer fuckin’ powerful but you looked so tired in that fight today ‘n i thought something bad was gonna happen to you, y’fuckin’ shitty woman.”

he toys with the tears in your costume now, smoothing over scars from your bumps and scratches as a result of combat. “oh lovebug,” you mumble, cupping his cheeks to make him look up at you. “you know i can handle my own, they just took a lot out of me today. i promise i’ll—“

“that’s not it, fuck,” katsuki cuts you off, brows furrowing deeply as he grabs your wrists— pulling your from his desk and into his lap. he holds you close, burying his nose into your neck as if you’re going to disappear. you sit still, a little shocked by his actions and his quick change of mood, but wrap your arms around him anyway and slowly fall silent. “it's just that...we’re both pros now and at the top of our ranks ‘n we both have a lot to lose.” you instinctively cling tighter to katsuki, mind flickering to the homemade paperweight you’d spotted on his desk earlier... causing your heart clench.

your daughter had made that for him during her time at preschool for fathers day; something your husband cherished with his whole heart, even if the thing was still sticky with glue when he’d gotten it.

katsuki loved taiga more than anything in the world and if something had happened to her because of your line of work, you don’t know what either of you would do. “what if something were to happen to you? or to me? or shit...both of us? who would look after taiga? you know what happens to kids who end up in the fucking system.” bakugou pauses, the same tired expression from earlier now sitting heavily on his face. “i just want you to be careful, stop pushing yourself so much, y’fuckin’ dumbasss. we have a family take care of. it’s not just you and i anymore.”

you nod, grasping onto your lover’s clothes tightly. the air is flooded with a comfortable silence, the pair of you holding one another right the way through it. you treasure moments like this, where the world stops and katsuki shows you another, more vulnerable side to him.

he would never admit or show this to anyone; but he cares , more than he lets on... especially for you and especially for your daughter. he was attentive, paid attention to you and your weaknesses and helped you overcome them. it was something you couldn’t stop loving about him. “i promise to be more careful, for you and for taiga,” you say quietly after he’s done scolding you, brushing your lips against the side of his head in a soft peck. “that must’ve been why jumped in earlier, you were worried about me?”

“somethin’ like that, you crazy woman,,” bakugou whispers, there’s a tinge of fondness to his ruby eyes as you pull away to look at him, his hands settling on your hips while he moves up to press a soft kiss to your awaiting lips. “didn’t want you getting yourself killed.”

you stay with katsuki in the office for a little longer than usual, laying on his chest as he prattles away about everything and anything even though he should be working. you make sure he eats his lunch, despite how cold it is and promise him a boat load of take out when he comes home later— your sweet cuddling session only being cut short by a call from your assistant to tell you that your daughter is ready to be picked up from school. “better finish that interview katsu, taiga’ll be happy to know her daddy’s getting some time off to spend with her soon,” you remind him as you gather yourself together, your husband pouting ( he swears on his life he wasn’t ) from the loss of your warmth in his lap. “she has a lot to tell you.”

the blonde quirks a brow, watching you as you head for the door. “yeah? like what?” a hand comes up to cover your mouth as you giggle at his curious face. sometimes, when you look at katsuki, you could see how much your daughter resembles him, right down to his mannerisms. she had somehow inherited the shape of your nose and the brightness of your smile ( the only reason barely anyone realised bakugou had a kid, he never fucking smiled. ) but the bakugou genes were incredibly strong so there was no way she’d miss out on those crimson eyes and uncontrollable, untameable messy blonde hair.

she even acted like him. a very brazen little girl who knew what she wanted and how to get it, so she had her daddy wrapped around her stubby little fingers.

you grin, eyes sparkling with the same mischief as before. “oh y’know, just her little crush on midoriya’s boy.”

“yer fuckin’ kiddin’ me.”

“i would never joke about such a thing,  just make sure you’re home in time for dinner, number two!” you squeal, dashing out of the office before your husband has time to demand more answers from you. slamming the door shut, you chuckle at the melody of curses that leave your husbands mouth before heading off to pick up your daughter.

on your way, you admit to yourself , that maybe you didn’t have this fight in the bag. but what you did have; was a loving husband, a beautiful daughter and the best life you could have ever imagined.

extended ending:

“so, taiga... daddy hears you have a little... crush on someone.”

you’re in the kitchen, washing the dishes from tonight’s dinner as bakugou wipes tentatively at your little girl’s messy face— she was a poor eater but it’s something you didn’t mind, not when your husband was so soft with cleaning her up. you can see them from where you stand, watching katsuki knowingly.

taiga looks up from the colouring you’d set out for her when she finished up her meal, crimson eyes shining brightly as she fixes her gaze on her father. “mhm mhm!! he’s mister deku’s son! and i’m gonna marry him!”

“no yer not.” bakugou answers simply, looking close to popping a vein.

“why not?”

your husband scoffs, throwing away the tissue he’d used to clean his little girl up before joining her in her colouring. “‘cause daddy says so ‘n boys are gross, especially ones who’s dad’s look like broccoli.” the older ash blonde seems satisfied with his answer, grinning to himself as you dry the dishes with an amused smile.

but taiga isn’t finished, swapping her green crayon for a red one to finish up her drawing. “but you’re a boy...and mommy still married you!”

bakugou pauses, lost for words as taiga continues to colour— humming the theme song from a commercial for some of deku’s merch. you can tell it’s taking everything katsuki’s got not to combust right there on the spot, but he can’t stay mad at taiga for too long, not when she’s describing her wedding and how her daddy is going to walk her down the isle.

setting the dishes to dry and towelling your hands; you smile to yourself as you admire your family. some would say you had it all, and looking at the pair of bakugou’s now, who were you to deny the truth.

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Inevitable (Prologue) | JJK

Pairing: Jungkook x (f.) Reader (ft. ot6)

Genre/Tags: exes au, parents au, baseball player!JK; angst, fluff, smut (18+)

Series Warnings: foul language, alcohol consumption, minor character death, explicit sexual content in future chapters (oral, unprotected sex but be safe please!)

Prologue Word count: 2.2k

Summary:   You convinced Jungkook to break up years ago so he could pursue his lifelong baseball dream. Now he’s back home, staring at you, and the little boy next to you who looks unmistakably like him.

A/N: I’ve had this story in my head for months and I’m glad I finally got to put this into writing! This little family was such a joy to write, and I thank the sweetest soul, Ava @btstannies for letting me gush over this trio and hyping me up everyday! Also, my baseball knowledge is pretty shallow so please forgive me!

Listen to: Walking By by Something Corporate

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“We’re here.” 

The deep voice cuts through the numbness you feel, blowing life into your body that’s chosen to block out the pain for now because you know after this, it’s going to hurt a lot more. 

You taste iron on your lips. You feel the sting in your eyes. You see the crescent nail marks on your palms. Then you slacken your jaw and try to breathe.

“You can cry, you know?” But Taehyung knows you won’t. Not in front of him. Not in front of the man whose heart you’re about to break. 

Your best friend knows you, knows you’ll only cry when you’re alone - under the covers, in the shower, on your bedroom floor. You don’t let anybody see you like that. It makes you feel like you don’t have control, and control is the one thing you need to have right now.

“I will.”

“You also don’t have to do this.”

But Taehyung also knows you still will. It’s a decision you made on your own and he knows you well enough that nothing - no one - will make you change your mind. 

“I need to.”

He hums; it’s a battle he won’t win. So he exits the car, opens the passenger seat door, and pulls you out. “I’ll be here when it’s over.”

When it’s over. Over. That’s what it’ll be after this.

**

You ring the doorbell and hear the faint footsteps get louder. The door opens and joyful onyx eyes greet you, a contrast to your tired brown ones. He takes it for something else, perhaps stress, since he doesn’t say anything about it.

Jungkook pulls you in a hug and you will yourself not to bask in his sweet scent, not to let his soft giggle on your neck and peck on your cheek and whisper of “I missed you” make you forget why you’re here in the first place. 

He tugs you inside the apartment, the one the team offered him because he couldn’t abide by the university dorm’s curfew, being that he trains too early and finishes too late. It had been a blessing to you both, as in the course of your over two years together, you’d taken advantage of the privacy and solitude it provided. 

You can’t imagine what it would give him after this. 

“I’m sorry, I’ve been so busy. All these calls with the Dodgers’ owner, then manager, then coach. You think they’d all just call at once but they’re in different cities, I guess,” he shrugs and turns to you. “They’ve been excited,” he continues, his smile reaching his eyes. 

It’s never pained you until now. 

“As they should,” you try a smile. “They’re lucky you signed.”

He chuckles at this. He’s always been amused at your oblivion with how these things work. He’s lucky he even caught the eye of a scout, lucky they even paid attention, lucky that the LA Dodgers wanted to give him a shot with their AAA affiliate team in the minor league. 

If he’s even luckier, maybe he can get to the major league in three years; two would be a miracle. It’s what he’s worked so hard for, it’s why the decision to move thousands of miles away was a no-brainer. Not everyone gets a chance to play in the most popular baseball league like this.

But Jungkook doesn’t know any better, doesn’t know that you know how these things work. You wouldn’t be doing what you’re about to if you didn’t. 

“I’m glad you called, though,” he says, nerves teeming with excitement at his news. Well, proposal. It might be a difficult sell with you but he knows it’s not impossible. 

It came to him one day, in the middle of a conference call with the owner who kept raving about his soon-to-be home. 

“Oklahoma City is great, Jungkook. You’re gonna love it there,” the man had said. Jungkook wasn’t completely sold on the city but he knew you’d enjoy the museums, knew you’d enjoy watching the OKC Thunder play - you were always more into basketball than baseball, anyway. 

Everything had been so fast - from the meetings to the contract-signing to the planning of his move to the US - but he couldn’t imagine starting his life there without you and he just knew he had to have you there with him. 

He could help you find a job or you could do freelance work; what he’d earn could be enough if you both plan things out well, he thought. He was smiling like an idiot during that call, thinking about the next phase of your life together and he couldn’t wait to tell you. 

You’d been caught up with your final projects and school events and he’d been caught up with his papers but you’re here with him now. 

“So I was thinking and—.”

“We should break up.”

You say at the same time. For the first time, his wide eyes mirror yours - sullen and dark, but glassy, too because he did not just hear you tell him that you two should end this. 

Everything had been going so well. You’d been so excited when he got signed to the Minor League, was celebrating with him in all ways you both knew how. There were no talks about breakups, no ending things. It seemed like a given that you’d both stay together; long distance relationships are hard but there are ways to manage. He knew that. He thought you knew that, thought you felt the same, too.

He stares at you, unable to make a sound, to form words that would be remotely close to what he wants to say. His heart is breaking by the second and you stare back at him. There’s no sign of guilt. You’re not taking it back, you’re not saying anything. 

“You don’t mean this, ___. Tell me you don’t mean this.”

“I do,” you sigh. “I just think it’s best if we end this.”

He wishes you had not said anything at all. 

“Why?” He stammers, willing himself to face whatever fucked up reason you have for wanting to break up. It doesn’t seem real. He’s suffocating with how forward you are, with how unbothered you seem while he feels his world slowly crumbling. “Did I do something wrong? Do you not love me anymore?”

“I just don’t think it’s gonna work out.”

“We haven’t even tried. I mean, I’m not leaving yet, we have a few more months to figure it out.”

“It’s months enough to get over this so we can move on. It’ll just be harder then. We know it’s gonna happen anyway,” you lie. 

You see the shock on his face, the disbelief in the words coming out of your mouth. This isn’t the woman who he laid in bed with just a week ago, naked, giggling, kissing him. 

“Babe, you can’t do this. I want you—no, I need you to be with me,” he continues, voice strangled, the thoughts of asking you to come with him drifting away.

“I don’t.” It’s another lie, but it’s one you need to tell. 

You’re uncompromising, resolute in your decision. Your almost emotionless face - tightened features and completely dry eyes - is a contrast to his. You can’t break. You can’t back out from this. 

He muffles his cries, heart breaking at the coldness of your words. 

“You’re all you need, Jungkook,” you continue. “There’s nothing else I can give you that you won’t get there.” Another lie. You know that no one could love him as much as you. It’s why you’re doing this.

“Don’t do this to me, please.”

“Don’t do this to me, too, Jungkook. You have an entire life to live out there. You’re the one leaving and I’m supposed to just stay here and wait for you? Until your dream is enough? Live my life in limbo until we can be together again in god knows when? Expect that video calls will make up for the distance? What about me and my own life? What about my needs?”

It’s messed up but that’s what you do when you love someone, right? You hurt them? And you let them go? 

You can only hope that one day, he’ll understand; that one day, he can forgive you. That one day, he’ll accept that you had to do this. It’s that hope you hang onto - that you’ll hang onto for years to come - just so you won’t fall apart. It’s only that hope where you can derive your strength from because you’ll have to be strong for someone else now. Someone who isn’t him.

“We— we can work it out. We’ll try, okay?. We’ll figure something out.” He stutters, still unbelieving that this is happening, that he is begging you to be on the same page with him, begging you to fight for this with him. 

“But what if we can’t? What if it becomes too much? You know what it would take to make it and I can’t hold you back, Jungkook. My life is here, my family and my friends are here. I have a job waiting for me, so you can’t hold me back either. It’s unfair to both of us.”

He’s looking at you, desperate to find a crack, to find an opening. But there’s none.

“Baby, please—” he cries, arms out to hold you but you step away, as if his touch could burn you. His heart is already shattered, why are you still breaking it? What’s left to break when you’ve taken everything away from him with just your words?

“Jungkook, think about it!”

“I am, and you’re not making sense! I know we haven’t really talked about it—“

“Exactly. Because there’s nothing to talk about. You don’t need baggage when you’re over there, you can’t be thinking about anyone else, especially one who isn’t there. You need support and more patience and understanding and… I can’t give you those. Not anymore. I’m tired. I’ve been tired. It’s gonna be even more tiring when you’re gone.” 

The lies don’t stop but you know they’re necessary, that this is how you convince him, that this is how he lets you go.

Jungkook doesn’t think there’s a worse way that you can hurt him. He’s always admired your decisiveness, but right now, he hates it, hates everything he loves about you - how strong you are, how persistent you are, how uncompromising you are. Your words are ice, as cold as the December evening. You’re unmoving and he knows you well enough that you won’t take it back. 

“Fine,” he relents. “You want to break up? Then we break up.” He wipes the tears off his face, trying to be brave, trying to salvage the remaining dignity he has left. “We end this right now, like you want.”

This is what you came here to do. This was the goal. And you’re absolutely broken. 

You turn away, knowing any more second of looking at his clenched jaw, balled up fist, and unblinking eyes will make you give in, will make you take everything back.

“Don’t reach out, okay? Don’t call. Don’t make this harder than it already is,” he states. “You wanted this.” 

You nod because he’s right. You’ll lose all rights to him after this. He’ll get over you, he’ll be okay. You’ll let him know the truth when the time is right.

“Goodbye, Jungkook. Good luck out there. Your father is very proud of you.” 

You turn and head out the door, the bang not as loud as your shattering heart. And just like that, it was all over. 

You stand motionless outside his apartment, unable to make a step to make it all final. 

You hear a thump. Then a sob. 

“Please, don’t go,” he whispers, as if he knows you’re still there, and even during the final moments, he’s still begging for you to change your mind. It’s faint but you hear it and you step away this time before you walk back in and take everything back.

**

Taehyung starts the car as he sees your figure approach. You head to the back, behind the driver’s seat, a hand over your mouth to suppress your sobs. 

“You can cry now,” he says, as he steps on the gas and turns up the volume of the radio until it drowns out your sounds. You let yourself go and weep, throat aching at the force of it all, chest tightening at the overwhelming emotion of what you’d just done.

It hurts not like you expected. It hurts even more. 

You ground yourself before you lose more of you as the seconds go by and cradle the soon-to-be-there bump on your stomach. 

You need to let them know it wasn’t their fault, that they’re a blessing either way, but that it’s just hard right now. You don’t want them to feel the grief, the ache of a love that had to end, the love that created them. 

“I’m so sorry, sweetheart,” you whisper and trust that this tiny little being can hear your words. “But we’re gonna be okay, alright? Mama’s gonna be okay.”

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