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vintagexherry · 3 months
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"I saw mommy kissing santa!"
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Miguel O' Hara x Wife!Reader
//Mentions of kissing, Suggestive, fluff, OC sibling of Gabriella
A/N: This is just to let out some stress, Might make a Nathan Bateman version of this if i feel like it
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Miguel was in the living room, sitting on the couch tapping on the hologram screens, checking any report emails from the other spiders. Thankfully, the villains in other dimensions were probably in the christmas spirit since all the reports he gets are broken buildings or affirmations that a villain got sent back to its rightful dimension.
Curtains are drawn back to let the view of snow fall over and pile against the glass. The snow wasn't that heavy today since the next-door neighbour christmas lights are visible enough, although that doesn't mean he probably needs to shovel the driveway the next day.
"All things sorted Miguel, no anomaly in sight for the last one hour."
Miguel heard Lyla pop up and talk next to his shoulder.
"Alright, that's for today Lyla."
"Aight! Merry Christmas, Miguel!" With that cheery tone, she disappears in a flash. And with that, Miguel also turned off the screens and laid back on the couch with a heavy yet relaxed sigh.
Honestly, he doesn't remember the last time he actually enjoyed a holiday without getting called for action. The warmth of the fireplace with its crackling noises could even put him to sleep.
That is until he hears an echo of small feet trying (and failing) to be quiet and sneak up to him, not to mention the hushed giggles and whispers along with it.
He decides to entertain them, cus why not.
After a few seconds, two gremlins children tackle him from behind the couch, a pair of hands covering his eyes, and one tries to wrestle his arm as if it had a life of its own.
"Gahh! You got me!" Miguel exclaimed.
His children laugh and giggle as Miguel try to pry them by grabbing their pajamas as if there unruly kittens.
After a minute of wrestling, the kids' laughter died down to huffs for breath, and Miguel couldn't help but chuckle.
"Alright, you two, what got you so energetic today? You didn't drink any coffee, did you?" He swear, the last time the two had coffee, you and Miguel had to chase them around the house. As much as athletic Miguel is, he got his limits.
"Ew! Too bitter, " Gabriella says as she cuddles next to her dad.
"Psh as if you didn't drink some yesterday" Mateo accusingly points at Gabriella
"Your just jealous I drank more than you did!" Gabriella fights back
Miguel huffs a laugh, and as much he finds the fight funny, he's more curious what got the kids all energetic. Usually, they would be eager to help their mom, who is by now preparing dinner in the kitchen.
"Alright, alright, break it up, you too. Santa already wrote you on the nice list. Don't make him change it."
With that, the kids succesfully stopped well.
Maybe too well...
Miguel looked down at them and saw them giving looks to each other as if their talking telepathically.
Weird.
"Something wrong?"
Mateo and Gabriella glanced up to Miguel and back at each other as if urging at least one of them to speak up.
Whatever they got going on telepathically, it seems like Gabriella won since Mateo gave a defeated sigh and looked at Miguel.
"Papa. You better not tell mama I told you this..."
"Alright...?"
Mateo looked at him and to Gabriella who gave an encouraging nod.
"Mama kissed santa last night."
What.
Wait...
Miguel tried holding his laugh, but before he could, he was already choking on his saliva and only choked and raspy laughs came out.
Mateo and Gabriella seemed confused at first but quickly faded to anger and determination.
"C'mon Papa, we really saw Mama kissing him while he was putting gifts under the tree!" Mateo exclaimed, determined to state and conclude his point.
"And I thought Santa only stopped for the cookies and milk." Gabriella added
And with it, Miguel snorted and laughed more. His stomach clenching from his laughter and his children unimpressed.
Oh kids....
If you only knew.
"Ok, ok...." Miguel said when he finally caught his breath.
He looked at Gabi and Mateo, who only looked at him in disappointing looks. (Which he tried not to laugh again)
Before he could speak again, the three of them heard your voice coming from the kitchen.
"Mat, Gabi! Dinner's ready, call your dad to come too!"
Gracias a Dios.
You were always there to save him perfectly.
He looked at the kids again and gave them a final look.
"Look, Your papa is gonna look at the cctv later at night and I'll see if mama really kissed santa."
And with that, the kids agreed to have mercy on him at least this night and headed straight to the dining room, excited for dinner.
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"Amor, you can't believe what the kids told me today."
"Hm?" You were on the bed reading a book, and you looked up to Miguel, wearing a towel around his waist as he picked sweatpants to sleep.
"Is it something funny? I swore I heard you laugh just before dinner." You recalled the sound of his laughter filling the space as you cook.
"Well, that's because the kids accussed you of something, Mrs. O'Hara."
"Oh?" Your interest is now piqued, and you bookmarked your book and put it on the nightstand.
"Now tell me Mrs. O' Hara..."
Miguel slipped next to you, laying on his side, his head resting on his hand.
"... Is it true that at 11:42 pm. on Christmas Eve, you had gone out of your bedroom to kiss the one and only Santa Claus?" He smirked at your confused face.
What.
Wait....
You bit your lips to stifle your laughter.
Miguel smiled wider at your reaction, even chuckling along.
After gaining your breath and steadying your thoughts you speak up.
"Well, Mr. O'Hara, I can assure you that I would never do that and that Santa only stopped to drop presents and eat cookies and milk."
"Cookies and milk hm? What if..."
Suddenly, you felt his other hand slipping beneath your night dress.
Oh, now you see where this is going.
"What If...?" You inquired, making eye contact with him.
Miguel smiled
"What if.... Santa decided to stop by to taste something.... Sweeter? Hm?"
His hands were now playing at the hem of your underwear.
"Sweeter? If that's what Santa wants, I'll be glad to give him a taste." You smiled, feeling Miguel's fingers tug down your underwear.
"Don't mind if I do." Miguel smirked, and with that, he lifted himself up and took your underwear off fully, throwing it away randomly on the floor, you could even see the print of his dick just pressing agaist his sweatpants.
Safe to say, Miguel had to do breakfast tomorrow morning for the kids.
The End
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faithshouseofchaos · 19 days
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Uncle Lando— Lando Norris x little Landon Jospeh Ricciardo part of the watching you series
Short and fluffy 🤭
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Lando Norris stood in the hospital delivery room holding his best friend’s and ex-teammate newborn baby boy. The baby boy was soft, warm, and squishy.
“What's his name?” Lando asked, looking over at Daniel and his wife Y/n with a big smile on his face.
“Lando, we would like you to meet Landon Joseph Ricciardo,” Daniel says with a warm smile.
“Oh, Landon huh? Did you name him after me because you missed me so much?” Daniel asked, sending a wink your way.
You and Daniel didn’t have the heart to tell him that Landon was a popular boy's name in the South. Instead, you and Daniel just smiled and laughed.
“Yes Lando I named my firstborn son after you,” Daniel said and part of that statement was true he did miss the chaotic gremlin Brit. Lando vowed to be the best uncle from that day on.
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Your fifth wedding anniversary was coming up and Daniel wanted to take you out for a nice evening and that meant that you had to get a babysitter. Believe it or not, Landon was a shy boy and kept to mainly himself but there were only a few people who could break through the shy exterior of Landon and one of those people was his favorite Uncle.
As soon as Lando heard that Daniel and Y/n needed a babysitter for the night, he was the first to volunteer. It was always such a delight to take care of his best friend's son.
Lando arrived at the house around 6 and knocked on the door. As soon as Y/n opened the door, Landon jumped into his uncle's arms. The little boy was laughing and giggling like crazy, his eyes were sparkling as he laughed and it warmed Lando's heart.
After getting settled down, Lando sat on the couch and had Landon lying next to him. He was talking to him, making funny noises to make him laugh, and also showing him some of his favorite funny videos.
Landon was giggling and laughing. The little boy seemed to love spending time with his uncle, it was obvious they had a special relationship.
“Uncle Lando, can we have some ice cream!” Landon asked his Uncle with puppy dog eyes that he mastered from his uncle Carlos.
Lando laughed as soon as he looked at Landon. His nephew was a master at using puppy dog eyes to get what he wanted. Lando knew he was in trouble but he was also a sucker for that face so he conceded.
“Alright buddy but just one scoop,” Lando said with a chuckle.
After Landon ate his ice cream he bounced over to the couch and plopped down on his uncle's lap. It seems like his nephew had a bottomless pit for food because he was always hungry no matter what.
The little boy was giggling and wiggling and looking up at his uncle with those adorable puppy dog eyes. Lando was melting, he couldn't resist his nephew's charm.
Lando set his nephew down on the bed and sat next to him. The little boy smiled and laughed as he cuddled up next to his uncle.
"I love you little Lando," Lando said as he kissed the little boy's forehead.
"I love you too, Uncle Lando," Landon replied back.
Lando tucked his nephew into bed and turned off the light. He gave Landon one last kiss on the forehead and then walked out of the room.
As he walked out of the room, the little boy's giggles and laughs drifted out after him. Lando smiled to himself as he looked over his shoulder, it was clear he had a special bond with his nephew.
The evening seemed to fly by in the blink of an eye, Lando couldn't believe how much fun he had with his nephew and how fast time seemed to go by while playing with him.
As he stepped out of his best friend's house he looked back at the house with a soft smile on his face and said quietly to himself.
"I promise to always be the best uncle I can be to you Landon."
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i-cant-sing · 1 year
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Everyone asking about the Royal Gay au meanwhile I'm just gremlining in the corner waiting for anything related to Re8:TRP bc I don wanna ask about it and potentially annoy you
Hmm, okay I've got a particular scenario in my mind:
Okay, imagine post re8, when Ethan forgot about saving reader, died, then came back to life with realisation that he forgot about you, so he "saves" you but you're too pissed at him (rightfully) and tell him that as soon you get out of the village, you're moving out because you can't be around him and Mia since Rose will always be a priority for them and you can't risk losing more of your sanity and self respect.
To which Ethan says "Oh... request denied😃" and then proceeds to kidnap you and take you home, where Mia has started to realise how important you are to the smooth functioning of this dysfunctional family and agrees with Ethan about keeping you locked up in your room.
They both think that you're just acting this way because you're "a little jealous" of the attention they've been giving to Rose. And you're being "totally unreasonable" because Rose is a baby, she needs them more than you do.
It never even occurs to them that you hate them because of all the abuse they've subjected you to all these years.
They don't understand why you're being so rebellious right now? Throwing away the food they cook for you, refusing to eat anything, screaming at them to let you go, trying to break the chains around your feet.
When will this "phase" of yours end?
Mia thinks it'd be rather better if they gave you silent treatment and ignored you and your basic human needs- yeah, that'll teach you to not bite the hand that feeds you.
Ethan on the other hand, doesn't agree with that (mostly because he's incapable of ignoring you now that he's become a yandere). He thinks you just need to remember all the good times. So he goes to the store to look through some very old boxes to find your old journals. He remembers seeing you writing in them as a kid, and if memory serves him right, you still used to write in them.
Pulling out the dusty old box with your name on it, he picked out a journal and began flipping through them.
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Hours later, Mia entered the house, only to find Ethan in the store room, absolutely bawling his eyes out.
"Ethan? Hun? What's wrong? Is Rose okay?" Mia asked, immeadiately crouching down to hold him.
Ethan just hugged hia wife, crying into her shoulder. "S-she hates us, Mia."
"What?"
"She hates us! Y/n hates us!" Ethan cried out, pointing at all the journals. Picking one up, Mia began reading them.
I hate mom. I hate her. I hate her. I hate her. I hate her-
The words continued for several pages, before moving onto Ethan.
Dad- I never thought I'd hate him, but I hate him even more than mom. How could he- how could he ignore my croes for help? Am I that unimportant to them? Or just unlovable?
I hate dad, I hate him so much.
I wish he was dead. Wish they were both dead.
Mia's mouth fell open, completely in disbelief that you would say something like that. And more than one time. In fact, several of your notebooks were just filled with words of hatred for your parents.
Ethan went out for a walk, telling Mia he just cant be around all of this right now, asking her to get rid of all the journals for him. Mia just nods, her mind somewhere else.
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While Ethan is taking a walk in the park, wondering how to change your mind about him and Mia, his wife has decided to take a different strategy to make you regret those words.
Currently, your head is being held under water as Mia flushed the toilet bowl once again.
You gasped for her air as she yanked your head up again. "You un-fucking-grateful brat! How fucking dare you wish death upon your own parents?! I'm gonna make you wish you were dead-!" She screamed as she pushed your head back in the water.
"MIA!" Ethan yelled, pulling his wife off you, as you came up, coughing up the water that got in your lungs. "What the fuck?!"
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You're wrapped up in a towel, sitting in your room, a chain still around your foot, as you hear Ethan and Mia arguing downstairs.
Arguing over their "parental strategies" for you.
Arguing over you.
You smiled a little. You never imagined they'd ever take the time to argue or even talk about you.
And all it took was your sanity.
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I just know this how they be arguing:
Mia: What the hell, Ethan?! You said you wanted to try the "good cop. Bad cop."thing!
Ethan:
Mia:
Ethan:
Mia:
Ethan: YEAH! "GOOD COP- BAD COP" NOT "GOOD COP-HOMICIDAL COP" MIA!
Mia, voice breaking because no.1 manipulator: wow, I can't believe you're saying I'm the "bad cop". Is that what you think of me?
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bleach-your-panties · 28 days
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Stuck thinking abt teasing Izuru the whole day until he just blows up and gets his revenge at home 😔😔😔😔
"Kira's Revenge"
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a/n: *cackles maniacally* some of this deleted in the writing process (fuck you tumblr drafts) and i had to rewrite it.
🤍can be read in conjuction with this.
🩶cw: fem reader, exhibitionism, handjob, fingering, dirty talk, shibari - Izuru manhandles reader, but no physical harm is done. aftercare.
🤍dividers by @/hitobaby.
🩶wc: 1.9k
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One would think that you'd have learned your lesson about teasing your husband in public, especially at a meeting as important as this one.
Today was the day that Izuru would officially, on paper, be instated as the new Captain of the Third Division. With you being his wife and his new Lieutenant, you both had to meet with Kyouraku before the ceremony so that the First Division Captain could answer any questions that the two of you might have.
As Shunsui talked, you sat with your hand resting comfortably on Izuru's thigh. The blonde male sent a warm smile your way before focusing his attention to the Head Captain.
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"So, Lieutenant Kira and Third Seat Kira," Shunsui paused to let out a hearty chuckle, "saying that will never get old to me..."
You immediately began to zone out after the first few sentences left his mouth; right now, your husband's strong, muscled thigh was a much more interesting focal point.
Izuru jolted in his chair when you began to run your hand up his inner thigh and toward his crotch. His dick immediately twitched in response to the proximity of your warm fingers.
Doing his best to remain calm, he gently nudged your hand away before grabbing it up with his own and rubbing his thumb over your knuckles. You complied for a few moments and stopped your ministrations.
He shot you a warning look when Kyouraku looked down to thumb through his stack of paperwork to grab a document that he needed to read off of.
You just smiled innocently and gave a small nod of affirmation.
“So, what I want to go over first is…”
Again, you tuned the brunette captain out and let your little hand wander back into Izuru’s lap.
A gremlin-esque smirk would be across your lips right now if you weren’t in the middle of this meeting. Instead, you let your mischievous fingers fiddle with your husband’s obi until it was untied.
Izuru clenched his jaw to stifle a moan when your hand slid into his pants and cupped his balls. 
Feeling a bit bolder, you circled your index finger and thumb around his base and slowly moved them up and down, making the blonde hiss through his teeth.
“Is everything alright, Lieutenant Kira?” Shunsui drawled lazily, his brown eyes drifting up from the papers to meet Izuru’s.
Either Shunsui was completely dense or he just didn’t give a damn about you two’s antics.
Hell, he'd likely done much worse with his own wife.
‘Kids these days,’ he was probably thinking.
“I’m fine, Captain…I just stubbed my toe on the table.” Izuru lied.
Shunsui didn’t seem too perturbed and thus continued with his spiel until he had to excuse himself to go use the restroom.
Izuru’s head was on a swivel as soon as the door clicked shut.
"How impatient you are? Can't even wait until we're home to get fucked."
All you could do was give him another sheepish little smile as he yanked your hand out of his pants.
In the blink of an eye, his left hand was wrapped around your throat - usual bright blue eyes darkened to a cold sapphire. 
He used the index and middle to pry your lips open before shoving them both in your mouth along with the ring finger. The cold platinum band rubbed along your tongue as Izuru tilted your head back.
"Listen up and listen well. This is how this is going to go. I'm going to fingerfuck you while he talks and you'd better not say a fucking word or make a sound. Understand that?"
Slowly, you nodded as your saliva dribbled down your chin.
He shook your head from side to side.
“Say. Words.” 
“Yes, Izuru…I understand…” you dumbly responded, mumbling over his long fingers. Satisfied, he pulled them out and patted your cheek roughly.
"And you'd better keep that same stupid smile on your face later, too; when I'm fucking you with your legs and arms hogtied over your damn head."
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Moments later, Shunsui returned to the room to both of you sitting there looking as normal as ever; though something highly inappropriate was going on beneath that table.
Since you wanted to be hardheaded and play around, Izuru would indulge you and play along; though you might not like his rules.
His entire left hand was inside your pants now. He waited until Shunsui sat down again before he began to trace his fingertips over your pubic mound through your panties.
A hot shiver ran down your legs and Izuru smirked to himself. What a devious little bastard, but hey, you started the shit, and he’s much better at getting revenge than you are.
The meeting suddenly began to drone on as Izuru and Shunsui conversed merrily; meanwhile, your blonde husband had a death grip on your inner thigh, his middle and ring fingers shoved deep inside your cunt, wedding band sliding against your outer labia while his thumb drew quick circles over your clit.
You gripped the edge of the table with force, knee bumping against the leg of it as yours shook violently.
“You’re not looking too well, Third Seat Kira. Do you need to be excused? We can always pick up tomorrow and finish.”
Shunsui began to gather his paperwork before pushing his chair out and standing. 
Izuru glanced at your face. His cold expression didn’t match his warm, jovial tone when he spoke.
“I think my darling wife might be feeling a little ill, Captain. If you don't mind, may we please pick back up first thing tomorrow morning? I know how important this entire ordeal is as it pertains to the future of the Third Division.”
Shunsui wasn't bothered and quickly agreed, 
“Sure! I just need you both to sign this document stating that you understand the terms that were laid out for you today.”
He slid the paper and two pens across the table and Izuru picked his pen up to sign, all the while still rubbing your clit and even adding a third finger to dig deeper inside your hole.
Your knuckles were white as they gripped the wooden table; you might even leave with a couple splinters.
“He's waiting for your signature, Bluebell.” 
Izuru gave you a little “nudge” below that sent you forward. 
You squeezed your thighs together to hopefully still his hand, but that somehow only pushed his fingers even deeper and made your hand shake as you signed your name on the line. 
—-
You and Izuru both gave a respectful bow to the Head Captain before Izuru wrapped an arm around your lower back to guide you in the direction of your home.
Once you had turned down the pathway leading to your house, he gripped you up again and Flash-Stepped you both to the doorstep.
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You knew that your husband was pissed the hell off when he bypassed the futon in the living room (one of his favorite places to have sex) and dragged you straight toward the bedroom. 
He held a firm grip on your head as he guided you; the stones in his wedding band could be felt pressing into your jaw.
“You proud of yourself for that little display?” 
He asked after kicking open the bedroom door and hurrying you inside. It slammed behind him with a loud ‘thud.’
When you didn't respond, Izuru continued, 
“Already drunk on the anticipation of me fucking you? Slutty little angel.” 
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"You know your word, so if you need to, use it. I'm not answering to 'stop.' "
Nodding obediently, you laid your body out on the bed so Izuru could begin tying you up.
He kept good on his word by putting you up with your ankles and wrists tied together like a roasting pig. Once he was finished, he leaned back on his knees to admire his handiwork and cup your chin.
"Perfect face, perfect cunt. Tell me, are you ready to get ruined by your new Captain, darling?"
You decided to remain quiet so as not to further exacerbate your punishment, but Izuru's calculating blue eyes didn't miss how your pussy glistened from his words.
"You're fucking dripping. That's all the answer I need."
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"Please, Izu! I'm s-sorry!" You hiccuped, hot tears rolling down your cheeks as Izuru continued to roll his hips and fuck you against the headboard.
He effortlessly held you up by your ropes as his fat cock bullied its way in and out of your overstimulated pussy.
"Is please your safe word, Bluebell?"
"N-no."
Izuru pressed his left palm into the small of your back to deepen your arch for him. The new angle allowed him to get much deeper as he rested his upper body against your back.
"Well, then that means, 'keep going, Izuru.' "
You gasped when he rubbed up against that spot, but no, he wasn't going to give you that satisfaction just yet. 
He chuckled as his warm breath ghosted over the shell of your ear and the tip of his bang tickled the back of your neck.
A soft kiss was pressed to it before you were yanked up, back flush against his chest as he began pounding you hard and fast.
His fingers curled into a fist in the ropes tied across your breasts for leverage - the sounds of his hips smacking into your ass echoed all across the bedroom.
"I-I-ZURU!" You choked out a moan/cry of his name, your body seizing up quickly with your impending orgasm. 
He was close too, but the devil inside of him told him not to give you the satisfaction of cumming inside of you.
Quickly, he pulled out and released his grip on you, making your body fall to the mattress below.
"Turn your ass around."
Izuru commanded while gripping his dick and rapidly jacking himself off. You scrambled up onto your knees as fast as you could while being bound.
You eagerly let your tongue loll out in anticipation of his release.
"Close your mouth."
In disbelief, your face fell, but you couldn’t be too surprised, especially when he was like this (because of you). You did as told and quickly shut your lips. 
Izuru let out a couple of loud gasps and squeezed his eyes shut as his nut spurted from his dickhead and over your face, landing on your forehead, nose, and lips.
Once he’d finished pumping himself dry, he opened his beautiful blue eyes to inspect you.
"That was for making me lose my cool." 
He cupped your chin again and leaned down to press a heated kiss to your lips, prying them open in the process to slip his tongue in.
“That,” he breathed against your lips once he broke the kiss, “was for being such a good girl for me.” 
—-
Izuru pressed soft kisses into your shoulders and rubbed them after he untied you.
“Are you okay, Bluebell?” 
You cuddled up to him, wrapped in a soft throw blanket with a steaming mug of tea in your hands.
“Mhm, I'm fine, Izu…”
He smiled gently, cheeks warming as you pressed a kiss underneath his chin. 
“You know what I just thought about?” 
Eyebrows crinkled and head tilted, you asked, “What's that?”
Turning those blue eyes down to look at you, he uttered lowly,
“I think that I might enjoy teaching you how to follow orders, Lieutenant.” 
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melissa-kenobi · 1 year
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Trouble in Valentine
[Arthur Morgan x Reader]
Hola, I know it's been a while since I've posted any writing but here we are! A little but late but I've been so busy with work and little gremlins. Here we are a little something for Valentines although it was like 2 weeks ago, SORRY!! Special thanks to @pinkiemme for creating an amazing drawing of us in the RDR universe!!
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"Is this your idea of a day out Mister Morgan?" You yelled over the chaos of guns being reloaded, bullets being shot at you, and the sound of your horses letting out a loud whine. When he'd invited you to join him for a drink in Valentine, you already knew there was going to be some sort of trouble.
To be completely honest, you knew it was never going to be a normal day with Arthur. But to be fair, this time it was sorta your fault.
"Well, if you'd have let me know you were gonna start a brawl with the woman, then I'd have planned somethin' darlin'!" Arthur retorted, making a run as he slid next to you handing you some ammo to reload.
"Yeah well, 'm sure her husband didn't appreciate his wife tryin' ta bed another man!" You hissed back, annoyed that she had actually tried it on with Arthur in front of you. She had the whole thing going on, busty up top, the small slip-up making her breasts press up against Arthur. The way she toyed with her hair as she spoke with Arthur, and the lipstick. The print she'd left on his cheek was what had ticked you off. Not that you and Arthur were official per se, but he meant more to you than your family and that's sayin' a lot. "Was just tryna help. Gotta be loyal to those you're with."
"Didn't take you for the jealous type sweetheart!" Arthur grinned, as he watched you angrily reload your gun before shooting three men straight in the head, making Arthur's heart swell with adoration. You'd taken his lessons to heart and they'd been put to good use- well if you'd call starting a fight in Valentine good use. "Thought you'd enjoy all that shit."
"Am not. Just didn't like the way she was all up on you." You sniffed back at him, not making eye contact as you quickly scanned the room, looking for the nearest exit. Mumbling under your breath you said a few words Arthur couldn't hear but only managed to catch a few of them, making his eyes widen. "Don't like people touching what's mine is all..."
Arthur tried not to dwell on your words as the two of you needed to get out of the saloon and back to camp. Although with the way you were shooting, he was certain you'd be outta here in no time. The angry look on your face had Arthur making a mental note to not get on your bad side. He watched in awe as your hands quickly reloaded the bullets before slinging them up at the men, not even giving them a chance to reload themselves before you shot them clean in the head.
Too busy watching you, Arthur didn't notice the man creeping up behind him with a knife in his hand until the perpetrator let out a loud screech and had him in a tight grip.
"Arthur!" You screamed out, eyes focused on him as he struggled to remove himself. Now Arthur wasn't a small man by any means, compared to you, you looked like a dwarf standing next to him. But the man holding Arthur back was bigger than two Arthurs' put together. "Let him go. Or I swear you'll have this bullet in your head faster than you can say 'no'."
"What you gonna do missy?" The man teased, shoving his knife into Arthur's side. "Do ya even know how to shoot that? Need a man to help ya out?"
Growling, you gripped your weapon tighter, eyes locked onto Arthur. Arthur trusted you with his life. So when you gave him a small nod to stop struggling he did, without hesitation.
"N-
The moment you saw him give you that nod, he had handed his whole life to you on a platter, now what you did with it, was up to you.
Without a moment's hesitation, the larger man was stunned that Arthur had gone slack and that was your opening- shooting the gun straight at his head, taking him back by force as he screamed in pain, collapsing to the ground, cursing you out. Arthur quickly ran to your side, and stood behind you with a hand on your waist, balancing himself as he clutched his bleeding side.
"Is he-
"I think so." You slowly walked over to the guy, Arthur following you behind slowly, taking gentle steps. It was a funny sight to some, Arthur the big man stood behind the small woman- weapon ready in her hands. The man's hand holding the knife twitched in the corner of your eye but before he could throw the knife at Arthur, you shot him in the chest once more, ensuring his death.
"We gotta get outta here 'fore the law come down on us." Arthur mumbled as he tugged on your arm, heading out the back of the saloon and back to camp.
That's twice you'd saved Arthur's life.
***
Arthur sat in his tent, mind reeling at what had just happened.
He only wanted to take you out for a nice day, treat you to something sweet, and maybe pay for a room for the two of you. But he hadn't expected any of that to happen, not at all. After the two of you had left the saloon, you'd taken charge and ridden his horse back to camp. Arthur was forced to sit behind, holding onto you for support as you rode his mare. He knew she was more than happy to be ridden by you because she trusted you, just as she trusted Arthur.
Arthur recalled closing his eyes for a few seconds, taking in the peaceful chirps of the birds that flew around. His head drooped down, leaning on your back as he let sleep overtake him.
The next thing he knew, he woke up on his bed.
***
Not a single word was said as you rode back to camp. Arthur's hands held tightly onto your waist, as he tried to keep himself awake, but succumbed to sleep eventually. You felt his head lay on your back as he dozed off. Sighing gently, you adjusted yourself so he was more comfortable and slowed down the pace of the horse so it wouldn't wake him. Lord knows he barely got any sleep, so you let him sleep on you. Despite being annoyed with him, you still cared about him more than you'd care to admit.
After you'd reached the entrance of Horseshoe Overlook, you heard John calling out from guard duty. You called out letting him know it was just you and Arthur.
"Jesus Y/N. What'd you do to him?" John exclaimed as he helped you get Arthur back to his tent. "I thought he was taking you out for Valentines day?"
You blinked a few times, trying to process John's words. Arthur asked you to come out with him for a drink, to cool down after everything that had been going on- not to be his date for Valentines'. You didn't dwell too much on it, knowing Arthur was still hung up on Mary and most probably wasn't sweet on you. "Yeah well, we- I got into a fight. Arthur was injured tryin' to help me."
John watched you with curiosity, his eyes twinkling with something you couldn't pinpoint. "If you say so. Didn't think anyone would have knocked the old man out."
"Well, he's not as invincible as you all seem to think so. He gets injured too, he has to rest- Arthur ain't as-
"Woah, hold on missy, I didn't mean nothin' by it!" John quickly backtracked, eyes widened as he tried to apologise.
"Don't call me that." You hissed at him, making John's face curve into one of worry. Just what had happened that made you so defensive John wondered. "Sorry John, I don't mean t'be rude. 'm just tired."
"S'alright love. I know, you ain't-
"Y/N?" Arthur mumbled out, hands reaching for you around his. You quickly held his hands, making sure he was comfy before you slipped a hand on his forehead making sure he didn't have a temperature. Sighing in relief as he quickly dropped back to sleep and he wasn't warm, you bent down, swiping his blonde locks away and placed a gentle kiss on his forehead before realising what you had just done. John quickly turned his head away, acting as if he hadn't seen anything.
"Not a word, else you'll find chopped up parts of your dick in your soup." You threatened John, a finger held up to his face.
"Yes ma'am." John replied submissively, avoiding eye contact with you. The two of you continued into camp until you heard Miss Grimshaws screeching over you bringing blood into her camp.
"Miss Grimshaw, Arthur needs your expertise. He was stabbed, I tied up the wound and tried my best. He ain't got a fever, he's just asleep." You quickly explained as Charles quickly took over from you and help Arthur onto the bed. Miss Grimshaw nodded in understanding before she gently took over and shooed everyone away.
"Thank you Miss L/N. He'll be alright. He's survived worse." Dutch added as he walked into the tent, seeing his son laid out on the bed. His son? More like a lap dog, never treating Arthur correctly but you couldn't do anything now, not while Arthur was still injured. Giving Dutch a small but forced smile you headed back to your tent, wanting to change out of your bloody clothes.
***
Hours later Arthur wakes to find himself in his bed, a letter by his side and your favourite flower in a small pot. He knew you loved flowers, any type you came across you'd blubber on about it and he loved to hear you go on about something you loved. Arthur had only recently found out you'd dragged little Jack into your slight obsession. The little boy didn't seem to mind, he enjoyed the attention and was frankly quite fascinated by it all.
Arthur ran his finger over the petals, watching as they responded to his touch. He thought you'd be here by his side as he woke up but you weren't. Arthur tried his best to not be upset that you weren't, perhaps Dutch had needed you for something. Now that Arthur had been off for a short while, he knew you were Dutch's best option.
So when he heard your voice cursing Dutch out he was shocked. "Damn you Dutch Van Der Linde! He needs to rest, not be sent out for another goddamn suicide mission!"
"And whose fault was it he got injured in the first place Miss L/N?" Dutch replied, eyes noticing Arthur sitting up in his cot. "My son! You're awake! I've got good news to share."
Arthur watched as your eyes widened at the sight of him. You gave him a forced smile before turning to Dutch and snatching the paper put his hands.
"Give it to me. I'll get the money." Arthur watched as you stormed away quietly mumbling some words to Marston, not even giving him a goodbye.
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Arthur was bored to say the most, he never knew how boring his life was without you. He never really took the time to stop and think about how much the two of you actually did together. Now that you were separated, Arthur was at a loss of what he should do. The camp had several things that he could help with but, they wouldn't be the same if you weren't there. The tasks would feel menial, there'd be no one to crack jokes with, no-one to tease the way he did with you.
Arthur was beginning to realise how his every minute was spent with you and that he didn't know what to do if you weren't with him. He'd never actually been without you for a long time, he couldn't remember the last time he been in camp alone. It was probably back when he was still with Mary- you'd been avoiding him around that time and he was too infatuated with Mary to even notice.
Speaking of Mary, Miss Grimshaw had let Arthur know there was a letter for him. She'd been very clear and well mostly angry about it so there were no doubts about who it was from. Arthur took one look at his name written cursively at the top and instantly knew who it was from.
"Mary."
Arthur never had the chance to read the letter as his head instantly shot up at the sound of your name being called by Hosea. His eyes scanned the camp, looking around, trying to figure out if you'd made it back already. But knowing that you were pissed off for some reason, Arthur knew you weren't going to be coming back for a few days at the very least. In the corner of his eye, he spotted someone lurking around quietly grabbing his pistol he swung round, aiming straight at the perpetrators head, only to find it was Marston.
"Marston." Arthur sighed, putting his weapon down after John had jokingly raised his hands in surrender. "What are you doin', lurking around ma tent? Ain't you got nothing better to be doin'?"
"Was taking a piss, whassa matter with you? Can't a man piss in peace?" John retorted, pretending he was adjusting his trousers.
"Behind my fucking tent?" Arthur growled. John shrugged in response, not really all that bothered, just trying to slip away from Arthur's intimidating glare.
"Best spot there was around."
Arthur eyed John warily, not really sure whether he should believe him or not. But something else was already on his mind, you. You had whispered a few words to John before leaving and Arthur was now curious as to what you had said to him. "Marston."
"Arthur." John deadpanned.
"Did Miss L/N say anything t'you 'fore she left?" Arthur bluntly asked. He knew that would make John stumble over his words and hopefully spill the beans on what happened to make you so angry.
In an instant John's eyes widened as he took a step back, retreating from Arthur's questioning. "Nah, she was eager to get going didn't say much. Anyways I think I hear Abigail callin' me, catch ya later Arthur!" John scurried away but not before Arthur had tugged on his shirt, pulling him back to Arthur.
The men stood chest to chest, well nearly chest as Arthur growled at John, knowing his answer was bullshit. "Don't lie t'me boy."
"I swear!" John fumbled, eyes wide as he tried to pull himself away from Arthur resulting in Arthur gripping him tighter. "She only told me to keep an eye out for you!"
"Why would she do that?" Arthur hissed. "Cause she cares 'bout you for some reason!" John huffed as Arthur let him go, brows furrowed in confusion. "Don't ask why, I don't know what she sees in you. But she sure was angry when she saw that letter on your desk. Miss Grimshaw was ready to get rid of it but she pleaded with her kept for yer sake, dunno why, somethin' 'bout her being the 'love of yer life' I think..."
"John Marston!" Abigail's shrill voice swept through the camp and straight into John's ears as he winced. "Now that ain't none your business!!"
Now Arthur knew you were a force to be reckoned with but Abigail Marston was on a whole another level. As a mother to Jack, a woman who had been through a whole load of shit, you did not want to mess with her, Arthur knew that and so did John- but John just couldn't help himself sometimes, and this was one of them.
"Arthur, don't mind him, he don't know left from right- let alone anything about Y/N." Abigail swiftly recovered from John's big ass mouth spilling the beans. "Marston, get your ass over here, I need ya help." John gave Arthur a forced smile before trying to move closer to his wife.
"Say Abigail, you wouldn't know why Y/N ran off in such a hurry would ya?" Arthur asked, sighing gently as he took a seat on his bed, exhausted from this back and forth. He just wanted t'know why you'd left in such a hurry. He glanced at the small pot with your flower in it, his eyes lingering on it as if your presence were there with him.
Abigail watched Arthur with hooded eyes, her heart was concerned for her best friend but her mind was telling her to let Arthur know about your feelings for him. She was conflicted as she looked at the poor man, he'd been through enough, but so had you. You'd watched Arthur through his tryst with Mary, with Eliza and now yourself. Even if Arthur hadn't admitted his feelings for you, he was still playing with your feelings despite not knowing, and Abigail knew that hurt you more than you'd care to admit.
"She's on an errand for Dutch, but she'll be back in the 'noon." Abigail relented. "Arthur-
"Woah Uncle Arthur, that's a pretty flower!" Jack burst in with amazement, little curious eyes watching the flower. "I think it's a yah- yah-re-oo? Mama I don't remember the name!" Abigail's mouth remained closed as she watched her son continue observing it before explaing what the beautiful plant meant.
"But Auntie Y/N taught me that if you give this to someone it means you think they are brave, and that you've loved them for a very long time!" Jack finished off with a bright smile. "That means someone loves you very much Uncle Arthur! Who gave it to you?"
Arthur blinked back a few tears at the boys words, you loved him? Is that why you were so angry at the saloon? Because of that woman? Arthur's eyes glanced over to the letter next to the flower- or was it because you'd seen the letter from Mary?
"I-er-
"Jack let's get you to bed. I think Uncle Arthur needs to sort out a few things." Abigail quickly stepped in, taking her son into her arms. "A word to the wise Arthur, you need to make a decision. Y/N is a good woman, far better than what you deserve but she can't keep hanging onto some hope that you'll be hers one day."
"It's her or Mary." John spoke softly, placing a hand on his shoulder. "I know who'd I pick if I were in your shoes. The one who's been there for all yer ups and downs."
***
Dear Arthur,
I know it's been a while but I do miss you ever so much. I know what we had before wa-
Arthur may be a bad man, but he wasn't silly. He knew he wasn't going to fall back at Mary's feet again. But he had to know, to confirm he was making the right choice by giving you his heart, by committing to you. He'd already had his heart broken by Mary and he knew he couldn't bare that from you.
He would stop dreaming up a fantasy 'bout Mary, he hadn't done so in a while. Not in a long time not since you came along.
He continued to skim-read the letter knowing deep down in his heart, it was always you. This, this was just closure for him, to get away from Mary, to leave that chapter of his life behind and begin one with you.
Hosea and Miss Grimshaw watched from afar as their adopted son scrunched up the letter and threw it into the camp fire, ultimately ending that chapter as he bid Mary solid goodbye.
***
"Jack?" Arthur called the boy hesitantly, not trying to garner anyone's attention but the young child. "C'mere a sec, I needa huge favour from ya."
"Of course Uncle Arthur! What do you need? Shall I get mama?" Jack asked happily as he skipped over to Arthur.
"NO!" Arthur immediately replied giving Jack a little scare as he stared at the older man in slight shock. "I mean No, I don't need ya mama, I just need you kiddo."
"Okay!" Jack skipped over to his uncle before sitting at his legs. "What do you need Uncle Arthur?"
"I-er-" Arthur stumbled over his words before blurting out what he really needed from the young child. "Can ya tell me about the flowers your Auntie told yer about?"
"Ooohh!! Was it Auntie Y/N who got you the pretty flower?" Jack let out a little gasp of surprise. "Does that mean she loves you? Do you love her?"
Arthur quickly shushed the little boy with a fond smile at the mention of you. "Yeah, I do Jack. More than I realised."
~ ~ ~
Trying to slip out of camp was always a challenge but Arthur had never been one to shy away from it. He quickly jumped onto his horse but not before Dutch called out from the tent, albeit very loudly "Go get her back son!"
Arthur shook his head in embarrassment as he made his way out of camp, the cheers of everyone egging him on to get his girl back and from Sean, to give her one hell of a Valentines present.
***
It was ironic, Arthur found you in Valentine where it had all started and where he would confess everything. He knocked on your door, before he heard your sweet voice call out to come in. He pushed the door open gently, before he saw you sat on the bed, cleaning your guns.
Lord above, you surely were a sight for sore eyes, Arthur couldn't believe he'd almost ruined a real chance at a relationship with you.
"Happy Valentines Day sweetheart..." Arthur shyly approached you, a pretty bouquet held in between his fingers as he bit his lip in anticipation. "I know it's late and it ain't much, after all that's happened, but it's t-
Before he could even finish, you'd dropped your guns, leapt into his arms, your arms wrapped around his neck as you tumbled onto the ground with him. Arthur broke the fall with his body as he held you tightly, the bouquet still intact in one hand.
"Darlin'! Wha' was that for?" Arthur grinned, his arms holding your hips above him. "Almost crushed m' gift for you!"
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to run off. I was angry an-" Arthur watched as you took in a deep breath and shyly responded "I missed you..."
"I know sweethear', I didn't realise how much I needed you till you left. I'm sorry 'bout the letter, 'bout Mary, 'bout everything. I-i-" Arthur gulped, it was now or never.
"I love you darlin', think I always have, just didn't realise it till you left." Arthur smiled as he pushed a stray strand of hair away.
You admired the flowers he had carefully chosen. Yarrow for everlasting love, a red rose to express his love, and explicitly saying that he loves you and a while rose. The rarest of them all, and the most meaningful to you- Arthur had accepted that he was worthy of your sweet love for him and he would gladly open his heart for you.
"I-er had a little help from Jack with the flowers. The white rose was the hardest, but I had to have it in the bouquet." Arthur shyly rubbed the back of his head.
"I love it! And more importantly, I love you, always have done. No matter what, you'd always have me. I'd rather be in your life than outta it." You grinned, kissing his lips gently as Arthur responded happily.
"Your sure? Cos you're stuck with me for good now?" Arthur replied against your lips.
"Forever darlin'..."
"Want to extend our stay in Valentine?"
[Bonus]
Walking into the room Arthur had you blindfolded and made you wait while he quickly set up. "Honey, how long is this gonna take?"
"Keep ya knickers on, I'm almost done!" Arthur retorted, almost muffled before he told you to remove your blindfold. "Take it off darling."
Slowly stripping it off, your eyes widened in lust as you took the sight in before you. Arthur Morgan was naked on the bed with only a very large box of chocolates covering his dick. He had spread white and red roses around the bed and floor, and a scented candle lit in each corner of the room. He held a sign in his hands that read "Will you be mine forever?"
"So will you sweetheart?" Arthur asked rather hesitantly, even though he knew your answer.
"You don't have to ask Arthur. I'm yours forever long you'll have me." You smiled sweetly as you made your way over to him, opening the box and popping a chocolate into your mouth before kissing him and sharing the chocolate.
"I've always been yours darlin', long before I even knew it." Arthur grinned, tugging you closer but not before you placed a hand on his chest, stopping him with a cheeky grin and teasingly asked,
"Can I unwrap my present now?"
***
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at0micc0la · 1 year
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Surprise meet up
a/n: I had a dream where I was Quackity's classmate and we walked around the city together, my friends tried to forced me to "confess my love for him and he completely ignore me. So I ended up daydreaming about this
Relationship: Quackity x hispanic!reader
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Creating a community is a complicated work, working your ass off and somedays feeling like is not enough hurts more than one wants to admit, but your hard work allowed you to make friends and acquaintances along the way, and fortunally for you one of those is Quackity, an energetic Mexican boy who seems to want to kiss any man who walks in front of him.
Your friendship started in a Minecraft server called Squidcraft Games where you were teammates and had the mission to finish the different task the "God's" gave the participants, and you two bonded with your dramatics
"I need a priest to confess some things I regret" you screamed looking at your ceiling, fake crying
"Wait wait, let me" the man fixed his mic and added reverberation to his voice "I'm her for you, tell me all your sins" he giggled and tried to read the spamming chat
"FATHER! I've been naughty" you shifted looking at his character "I was the one who tried to push Rubius so he would die first when we were in the chainsaws" your fake tears entertained
"Eeehhh" the norwegian protested, everyone ready for the drama "You disgusting rat!" the man punched your character while you tried to escape and Quackity following
"Don't worry, child. I would also do it, old first" Quackity cackled, starting a fight with the older man.
Since then you two spend good times playing with the other streamers every other day he decided to show up. The warmth the mexican radiated helped you considering him a close friend, so when you had the opportunity to travel to L.A you were so excited to finally meet him.
Luzu helped you, since you never knew if he was in the state, having the man to not raise suspicion was amazing, so that's how you two came up with a plan. Luzu was going to invite Quackity to a coffee shop because he needed to give him something and somewhere along the way you would come up to the man pretending to be a fan and ask for a photo and see if he would be able to recognize you.
Quackity wasn't really excited about going to a public place, he barely slept the night before, but the spanish man told him he must go or he would haunt his soul for eternity. The coffee shop was beautiful, there were little to no customers, an old couple, a group of teenagers, two friends gossiping near the window and Luzu sat on the opposite side
"Luzu, friend"
"Beanie duo meeting" the older man hugged him and sat back, but before Quackity was able to sit he was stopped
"Excuse me, Are you famous mexican streamer Quackity? Can I take a picture with you?" botched english reached his ears and he turned around and started apologizing
"Sorry, maybe later, I'm kinda busy" he umcorfortably apologized, his eyes almost close thanks to his 'I'm sorry' smile
"¿No te vas a sacar una foto con tú fan N°1? Se me cayó un ídolo" [You wont' take a picture with me? You are no longer my idol] he looked at you, truly looked at you and his surprised face made Luzu and you laugh at the man who hugged you, the happy smile he had was unforgettable.
Lana (Luzu's wife) recorded the meet up and after the friends stopped hugging she sat next to Luzu, who was laughing at Quackity
"I can't believe you didn't recognize them, their "english voice" is not far off from their normal one"
"Estoy crudo Lusuuu" :c [I'm hungover Lusu]
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a/n pt2: sorry if it's not that cohesive, it's almost 3 am and I'm having cramps, but a small fluff for my spanish speaking gremlins ♥
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ts1m1kas · 5 months
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Original Ask: hii angel xoxo since I noticed that no one asked for the scottish gremlin, our sweet bby robbo, here's a request xoxo reader looking after andrew after the devastating injury he had picked up during the international break, things are tense at first cause she knows he wants to heal up and play but he apologizes for being angry and they spend the night cuddling 🥹🫶🏻 (@findingnemosworld)
Word Count: 860 words
(author's note: thanks for the request, babe !! i love robbo. he's so underrated 🥹)
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Playing for his country gave Andrew a sense of pride that, for him, couldn’t be beaten. He loved nothing more than captaining his team to the victories they got in the international breaks. But his elation came to an abrupt end.
His clash with one of the Spanish players had him falling to the ground with a great deal of force. Crashing to the ground, his shoulder banged into the floor, forcing a yelp of pain to come out of Andy’s mouth.
The discomfort and pain that was evident on his face had the medics running onto the pitch. They checked him over and transformed his shirt into a sling to support his injured shoulder. Andrew was escorted off of the turf, a sinking feeling developing in his chest. 
“Andy, oh my goodness, are you okay? You had me worried sick, baby!” Y/N exclaimed as she rushed into the medical room where her husband was sat. She teared up as she saw him hide the pain he was in when she entered the room.
“I’m fine, my love. Please don’t worry about me.”
“You know I can’t help but worry.” Her lip trembled, and her eyes shone with unshed tears.
“No lovie, don’t cry.” Andrew gestured for him to come and sit next to him. She moved over, sat down, and he wrapped his uninjured arm around her waist. He pressed a soft kiss to the crown of her head as he comforted her.
The pair eventually began to make their way home. Y/N was sat behind the wheel with Andrew next to her in the passenger seat.
“I’ll be back in training soon. It’ll be nothing to worry about.”
“You’re joking aren’t you? You’ve dislocated your shoulder, baby. It’s going to need surgery.”
“Yes I know, but I heal quickly, so I should be playing games again before I know it.”
“Andy don’t be ridiculous, you need to have time off so you can repair. Rushing back into training and games will only have consequences.”
“Since when were you a doctor?” Andrew remarked with the intention of his statement being a joke. But he didn’t miss the look of hurt that flashed across Y/N’s face.
“I’m your wife, Andrew. I think I know a little about you and how you recover from injuries.” Her response was filled with poorly hidden malice. She was hurt. All Y/N wanted was the best for her husband, and he just shut her down. She knew Andy was stubborn, and she knew he meant well, but she was still offended.
He chose to remain quiet after Y/N’s comeback, acknowledging the upset he had caused. The remainder of the drive home was filled with an uncomfortable silence. It was also filled with regret on Andrew’s part.
Once the pair arrived home, Y/N headed into the kitchen and started looking in the cupboard for the ingredients she needed to make them some dinner. Setting a pan of pasta and sauce on the hob to cook, she began to wash the dishes that had been left in the sink. Whilst she washed, Y/N mulled over the argument the pair had in the car.
Before she knew it, tears were falling down her face. She hated fighting with Andy, especially when she was only looking out for him. When she heard his footsteps coming down the stairs, she wiped her eyes quickly, desperate to hide her earlier tears.
“What are you making, my love? It smells incredible.”
“Just pasta. I hope that’s okay.”
Andy’s face fell. His earlier smile was replaced with a frown and he walked over to where his wife was stood. He stood next to her and moved his hand up. He cupped her cheek and turned her head to look at him. When he saw the streaks that her tears had left on her cheeks, his heart shattered.
“Oh lovie I’m so sorry, please don’t cry because of me. I never meant to upset you.”
“I know, Andy. I was only trying to look out for you. I understand football is important to you, but your health is important to me.”
“I feel awful, baby. I know you want what’s best for me, and I will make sure that I allow myself time to heal properly, okay? But please stop crying, I hate it when you cry.”
Andrew moved his thumb over her cheeks to wipe away her tears. He then pressed a tender kiss to both her cheeks. 
Y/N then moved over to the pasta that had finished cooking. She served it up while Andy set the table. The pair then sat down to eat. They cleaned up after themselves and then went upstairs to get ready for bed.
Once they were tucked up under the blankets of their shared bed, Andrew pulled Y/N into his arms.
“I’m sorry again for upsetting you, my love, I know you only want what’s best for me.”
“It’s okay baby, I love you.”
“I love you too.”
The pair then spent the night tangled in each others arms, with Andy whispering sweet nothings into his wife’s ear.
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spahhzy · 10 months
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I am not sorry for this one bit.
Enjoy.
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The duo of Jaune and Neo had paid a visit to Saphron and her wife Terra, seeing as Jaune and Neo were in town for a mission. Jaune decided to go see his sister.
When they arrived, they were greeted with Saphron, inviting them in as she told them that Terra went out for some groceries and that she would return soon.
They gathered around the kitchen table as Saphron gave a coffee to her brother and Neo as Adrian just played with a ball in his high chair.
" So how long are you guys gonna be in town?" Asked Saphron to Jaune, who sipped some of his coffee.
"Probably just today, we're on a mission to eliminate some Grimm out in some abandoned foyer a little past the western exit of Argus" Jaune said before pointing to Neo who was busy putting tons of sugar in her coffee.
"Plus, this little gremlin here wants to get back to Vale soon. Apparently, a fancy big wig party is coming about, and Jacques Schnee should be their, " Jaune said as Neo just drank her coffee and hummed happily.
"Oooh, I see," as Saphron studied Jaune's girlfriend, seeing a slight mischievous glint in her eyes and before Saphron could ask anything else her scroll rang looking at the device, she could see her wife calling her.
"Hi, hun could you come help me with the groceries?" Terra said to her.
"On it, hey Jaune, mind coming with me?" Saphron asked, to which Jaune nodded, and they both got up from the table as well as Neo, but Saphron stopped her.
"Could you look after Adrian for these next ten minutes?" She asked, and Neo looked at Saphron like a deer in headlights as she froze immediately on the spot.
"Uh Jaune, is she okay?" Asked Saphron as Jaune just walked up to the tiny assassin.
"Neo is just fine. She's just a little shy," Jaune said with a hint of amusement as Neo just glared ot him.
"Come on, sis, let's go help Terra" he said as both blondes walked out the kitchen and out the main door.
*Wait! Don't leave me here with -* Neo thoughts were halted at the sound of the main door closing as suddenly a ball bounced at her leg, and Neo's head snapped back to Adrian, who had a tilt to his head.
Neo just stumbled up to the high chair as she looked at Adrian, who just stared back at the mute.
Neo just looked away, uncomfortable, unsure of what to do.
"What do little kids like!?" She didn't freaking know!
Roman just taught her pickpocketing and sleight of hand tricks when she was young!
And there was NO WAY IN HELL she was gonna do the latter lest she suffer Saphrons wrath.
Suddenly, an idea popped into her head!
Funny faces! Yeah, yeah, like all the kid comedy movies do! Excellent thinking Neo!
Looking back at Adrian, Neo held one hand over her head before swiping it down and, using her semblance, changed her face.
Unfortunately, Neo didn't know too many people with funny faces, so the first thing that popped into her head wasn't anything human.
It was a Grimm.
A boarbatusk as a matter of fact.
Unfortunately, it had the wrong effect Neo wanted.
Adrian cried.
Neo flailed her arms at hearing Adrian cry as she looked around at what was causing him to cry. When she looked in the reflection of one of the hall mirrors, she could see her error.
Quickly, she dispelled her semblance as Adrian continued crying as Neo bit into her knuckle as an imaginary scenario played into her head.
"She made Adrian cry she is pure evil!" Came the voice of imaginary Saphron as she held her crying son.
"You fiend how could you!?" Came the voice of Terra as she went to console her wife.
"Why Neo!? Why!?" Came her boyfriends cry as he dropped to the dramtically as if he was in pain before looking at her.
"I guess we aren't meant to be after all..." The active imagination stops their as Neo let's out a silent scream as she paces back and forth, trying to figure out how to stop Adrian from crying, she was so distracted she didn't see the ball that Adrian had roll right under one of her heels until it was too late.
Neo slipped on the ball, sending her falling to the floor in what could only be described as comical.
Neo had birds flying around her head as she sat up on the floor.
"Ehehe!"
Neo looked up from her sitting position to the high chair as she noticed something new.
Their was no more crying, it was...it was replaced with something else...something different.
"Ehehaha!"
Neo peeked her head up and saw a wondrous sight.
Adrian was no longer crying.
He was now laughing!
Oh, happy days!
"Gotta keep the kid laughing, think Neo, think!" What could she do that could keep a kid entertained!
Another light bulb went off as an idea popped into her head.
She snapped her fingers as she mentally patted herself on the back.
"It's been a long while since I did this, so I might be a little rusty" thought Neo as she looked at Adrian's laughing face as an odd sense of peace and happiness flowed through her.
Checking to see if anyone was in the room and seeing that the coast was clear, Neo looked at Adrian before holding up her index finger as if telling him to wait.
Suddenly, before Adrian's eyes, Neo changed, and she was her normal attire. Now wearing a black and white stripped shirt, she had on black pants with suspenders with some black boots, a pink scarf, Romans bowler hat still on her head, and her face was painted white with black liner.
Neo had transformed herself into a mime.
'I knew those mime classes were worth something other than helping me kill someone!'
Neo looked at Adrian with a wave as she then began to pantomime.
She held on to what looked like a box she picked up from the ground, Adrian looked curiously as Neo sat the box to the ground, before going back to her original spot and 'picking up' another box and putting it in the same spot, she repeated this process a few times each time she would place the next box higher and higher as if she was stacking it.
At last, Neo wiped a bead of sweat from her brow as Adrian clapped in joy, obviously enjoying this.
Neo then 'looked' at the tall stack of boxes before she started to climb' them and Adrian marveled at what Neo was doing, Neo made her way to the tippy top it was stacked short enough to where her short stature could fully stand a top the boxes.
Adrian just clapped and giggled in joy and the warm feeling Neo felt before magnified.
'Keep the show going just a bit more,' Neo thought, wanting to keep the boy happy as suddenly the boxes from underneath her gaveway and Neo comically feel down, safely, from the boxes, the action earning Neo another laugh from Adrian as she smiled as well, tapping her chin she thought of her next trick. She looked at the ball at her feet.
She motioned for Adrian to watch her as she bent down and grabbed the ball with one hand and tried to lift it up, only for her to fall on her butt as the ball did not move an inch.
She tried to lift said ball again, struggling and failing over and over. The scene was hilarious if anyone was looking in, but heartwarming as the boy was just enjoying himself so much.
Soon, Neo, struggling with the heavy ball, had managed to lift it high enough to set it back onto Adrian's high chair.
Adrian looked at the ball in his chair and back at Neo, who looked at him, fanning herself before flexing her arms as if to show Adrian that she was strong.
Adrian looked at Neo and back at his ball before grabbing said ball and picking it up with ease.
Neo looked on with fake shock as she playfully fell to the floor as Adrian once again laughed in joy.
Neo just smiled, enjoying the sound of this small kids laughter.
*click*
Neo's eyes widened as she reverted back to her normal look as she looked behind her to see her boyfriend, with a smile on his face as he held his scroll out.
"Awe, this is gonna be my new contact picture for you-ooof!" He didn't get say much as a blur of pink and brown tackled him out of sheer embarrassment, Jaune was lucky to set the bag of groceries down as he was sent to the floor past a confused Terra and Saphron, who just peeked their heads into the kitchen to see a laughing Adrian.
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"So...what heist or contract did you and Roman go on that made you take up mime school?"
*I will gut you like a fish...tell NO ONE!*
"Aww, but it's cute, my little mime assassin"
*...*
"Babe...what are you doing with Hush... sweetie meant it as a compliment! Ahhhh!"
*SUFFER!*
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Sherlock sighed as he closed the door. He could see that you had tried your best to resist the urge to tidy away his things. He had been working on a case for weeks and he was losing all his loose ends. 
You had complained about the mess and asked to at least get rid of the half-eaten food going stale that he’d left all over the place. He had promised to fix it himself so that you wouldn’t rearrange his thought process when you’d fixed him with a hard stare. It was late now and dark. He’d try and get to it in the morning, he told himself as he slumped down onto the chaise lounge in the middle of the living room. Throwing a hand over his face to block out the light from the street, rather than get up again and shut the curtains, he sighed deeply and let himself relax. There was a familiar creaking of a door, shuffling footsteps and then a soft poking on his cheek.
“What are you doing?” He asked and you sighed.
“Just checking you’re alive.” You answered quickly. He looked amused as he moved his arm and looked at you.
“That isn’t how you check.” He answered quickly. You frowned at him and then shrugged.
“Well, how should I know? Besides you normally stomp your way through the place to bed if you’re late so how should I know you hadn’t dropped dead.” You said quickly and frowned at him as he smiled. Reaching forward Sherlock pulled you down to sit on the edge of the seat and have you pressed against him.
“I had hoped not to wake you and thought better of stomping through the place and waking you.” He muttered and you laughed a little.
“I am afraid that you still stomp about. Perhaps some practice in light-footed sneaking. I am sure you know someone who could help with that.” You said and smiled as you rested your head on his chest. “You do recall your promise to clean up in here?” You asked as something caught your eye and you started to sit up to get a better look at it. Sherlock muttered something and then hoisted you up so you straddled his lap and held your face, forcing you to turn away from what was bothering you and look at him.
“There are a great many things I have neglected while I finish this infuriating case. You for example.” He said and grinned at you.
“Me?... Sherlock what are you…” His large hand brushed up your legs and under your nightdress as he leaned up and kissed you. “You shall not distract me from scolding you.” You warned.
“Who says I am avoiding a scolding? Perhaps I simply feel that I have not managed my time well.” You gave him a dubious look as he spoke and he added. “Any time not spent fucking you is wasted time.”
“Is that so?” You asked and smiled when he shrugged and leaned in.
“I suppose as a detective I shall have to find out before I can give you an answer. One hand retreated while the other stayed on your hip, thumb brushing over your soft skin, to help you stay balanced on his lap. He pulled at the strings of his trousers, popping buttons easily with one hand and leaned up a little. Your arms wrapped around his shoulders as he held you close and moved your hips so that he could pull you down and ran the head of his hard cock through your folds before pulling you down to sink onto him. You gasped and moaned as he lay back, pulling you down with him as he started to thrust up into you.
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luimagines · 2 months
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Hey Pink the one with the Lynel farm is back and I have some wholesome for you. I got this idea from the Reader's spanic mother, but this is different.
We all know by now that the Chain travels through time. So how about they met the pregnant Reader surrounded by monsters and save her. Reader is very thankful and invites them to stay over in their house with their husband. The Chain wants to decline but never deny something from a soon-to-be mother. She glares at them and they all follow like good little boys.
Reader: „How is your name, dear gentleman?“
Time: „Link“
Time doesn't know why he said his name, but Reader's smile put him at ease. Then Reader's husband came and even though he was in armour he hugged his wife from behind and kissed her cheek. You could hear Wind gagging in the background.
Reader's Husband: „So who are these gentlemen, hun?“
Reader: „These dear gentlemen saved me and our baby from being killed by monsters, no need to look so jealous, sweetheart.“
The man calmed down and apologised for his distrust but also thanked them for saving his family. So the Chain was invited by the lovely couple and as they came back after a few weeks they saw the mother holding a blonde boy in her arms while tickling him to make him giggle. Sky is all over the baby as it was so cute.
Sky: „What is his name?“
Reader: „After discussing with my husband we decided on "Link". He seemed to like it, isn't it Link?“
The baby giggled while his mother spoke to him like he was the most precious thing in the world and after finally getting this little gremlin to sleep, Reader cooks something for the Chain.
Time: „You didn't have to name him after me. This name comes with a lot of responsibility.“
Reader: „My husband and I wanted to name our baby Link, if it's a boy as we learned that I was pregnant. My husband's great-grandfather's name was "Link" and he was a wonderful man. So I wanted my son to be the same. And I see it before me.“
Said Reader as she put the food in front of Time and looked at him with loving eyes, while him and the Chain was confused.
Legend: „What the hell is that supposed to mean?!“
Reader smacked Legend and glared at him.
Reader: „Hey, no cussing under this roof if you want to keep your tongue!“
They smiled and Warriors giggled at that but Time looked straight at Reader.
Time: „Please elaborate your statement.“
Reader: „A mother always knows who her child is. You look just like your father even with the same mischief in your eyes! But I'm proud that I know that my son grows into a fine man.“
Time is stunned as are the Chain. They see someone who should be dead, Time's mother. He just stands up and walks towards Reader.
Reader: „Still I don't know, where you got that height from. I reach the top shelves for your father! I hope you have a good life? I may not know why the goddess brought you and my future grandkids here, but I'm thankful. I may have died.“
With that the Chain decided to stay longer and learned that Reader can play multiple instruments and do it to get Baby!Time to sleep, even the Song of Storms. Finally Time knows where that song comes from. His mother played it multiple times a day just so he heard some music. But we all know grandmothers, the boys will be checked for injuries and get enough food for three weeks and they have to eat that for dinner. Wild is happy about that! He even cooks with Reader and gets a few family recipes, which Time took with him for Malon. He wants to keep them near his heart and family, but he now knows, he was for his parents the most important thing in the world and his parents gave their life just so he reached the Deku Tree save. He just wished he could change that, so he never loses them.
Oh poor Time!!!
Just in time to meet his parents and get to know them before they die. :(
That would mean that the current Hyrule is super turbulent. What with civil war on the brink and all that.
At least he got to know how much they loved them, even if they couldn't save him from what he went through.
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frodo-with-glasses · 11 months
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Discord Highlights: Bilbo Gamgee
From a discussion on 4/28/23
meg is me:
Headcanon for no reason that Bilbo Gamgee is like my own bby cousin who spoke zero words until he was like 2 and a half and then suddenly decided to talk one day and turns out he had been building quite the vocabulary 😂
InvisibleWashboard:
That goes well with our previously established chaos gremlin lore, I think.
meg is me:
is baby bilbo autistic. Maybe. Yes.
InvisibleWashboard:
Yo, so for some reason for YEARS I have thought Pippin's wife is autistic. Don't know where that came from or why, but it's firmly stuck in my head.
meg is me:
Little bilbo gets it into his curly little head that dwarves WILL come to his house one day and he's always watching for them Gimli and Legolas come for a visit one time Bilbo goes WILD with excitement IT'S TIME that it is one dwarf and an elf and not 13 and a wizard bothers him not a trifle
Me:
Bilbo swiftly gets himself into a wrestling match with Gimli
InvisibleWashboard:
And Legolas and Gimli definitely take him on a mini adventure while they're visiting.
Writing Valkyrie:
He asks Gimli about his beard.
Me:
*Mean Girl voice* “Oh my GOSH, Bilbo, you can’t just ask people why they have beards!”
Writing Valkyrie:
He wants to know for when he has his own beard! Gimli is like, "Um, lad, I don't know if you'll have a beard." But still teaches him anyways..
Me:
Where’s that headcanon post about the Brandybucks being the only hobbits who can grow even a little bit of facial hair, and Merry is inordinately proud that he has three chin hairs he’s gotta shave every day??
InvisibleWashboard:
Estella absolutely makes fun of him relentlessly for this.
Writing Valkyrie:
He treats 'em with the same importance and respect as the three hairs Galadriel gave Gimli.
meg is me:
Little bilbo asks to see the map of The Mountain and the key and everything and Gimli is like.... here's a Gondor map? And bilbo is like YES but you gotta put a dragon on it and Gimli is like I borrowed this from aragorn I can't deface it and Legolas is like I personally will draw you a dragon little hobbit child
Legolas can't draw
InvisibleWashboard:
Legolas not being able to draw is giving me fits.
meg is me:
I imagine little Bilbo being adamant that he is BILBO And he wants Bilbo's adventure When he leaves the house he forgets his handkerchief on purpose just so he can say he forgot it 😂 He loves Gimli because Dwarves are essential to The Bilbo Story He hears Legolas is from Mirkwood and he is OVER THE MOON
Me:
This is 100% in keeping with Tolkien’s own epilogue (in which all the Gamgee kids are nearly carbon copies of their namesakes) (Except for Frodo Gamgee, who is a carbon copy of Sam)
Windmill to the Stars:
Frodo simply cannot be copied
meg is me:
Elanor is more like Frodo than her brother is
Me:
this is why she’s Frodo’s favorite in the Magnolia AU
meg is me:
Help i am becoming obsessed with autistic!Bilbo Gamgee
InvisibleWashboard:
No help, just encouragement in your obsession.
Windmill to the Stars:
Now we all have our favorite bbys XD
meg is me:
He can RECITE "there and back again" Or at least large portions of it
Bilbo jr wants to be a spider killer but Elanor hates killing things and he refuses to make his sister sad
"Dad" "Yes, lad?" "Dad i dont think I want to kill a spider" "You don't have to, son" "You did." does sam admit the spider might still be alive
Me:
no. that just makes it worse
Windmill to the Stars:
Bilbo gets to kill spiders once Elanor marries and leaves Bag End
chaosandwhatnot:
The days before her wedding, he would constantly look at the spiders with narrowed evil eyes and tell them that it is only a matter of time
meg is me:
Becomes a Ghostbuster
Spiderbuster
InvisibleWashboard is @invisiblewashboard, Writing Valkyrie is @writingvalkyrie, Windmill to the Stars is @windmilltothestars, chaosandwhatnot is @grondds-and-roses, and meg is me does not have tumblr :-3
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soggyfrootloop · 7 months
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Ooookay so today I went to a Con with some friends and ended up splitting an Uber with one of them, obviously it’s pretty fucking weird for a driver to have two cosplayers fully decked out entering your car but the guy was chill w/ it and started making small talk that went basically like this:
Driver: so, is there an event happening rn?
Me: yea
Driver: is the entrance free?
Me: yes it is actually
Driver: oh nice I’ll tell my son then, you know, he is single, very nice guy, very handsome and smart as well! :)
And at that point I was like sir ????? And it wasn’t because he was trying to set us up, two complete strangers, with his son, it was bc we looked like this:
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HONESTLY WHAT WAS THIS MANS TRAIN OF THOUGHT??
Like “ah yes those two androgynous gremlins are for sure wife material for my son :))”.
Keep being weird random Uber driver sir, you definitely gave me one of the stories of all time.
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laserdog10 · 10 months
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Test Drive, Sparda Family Style
Claudia: Please?
Nero: Nope.
Claudia: Please?!
Nero: Sweetie...
Claudia: I promise I'll clean her afterwards!
Nero: That's nice but the answers is still no.
Claudia: Moooom!
Kyrie: It is nice of you to care about Red Queen so much, but the fact of the matter is it's too much for you.
Claudia stomps her little foot on the ground: Nuh-uh, I can swing a sword just fine!
Nero chuckled: Those are training swords meant for you, so you don't lop an arm off. Sorry Clauds but until you're in middle school you can swing Red Queen around to your hearts content.
The silvernette toddler pouted adorably and stomped off to her bedroom in a huff making sure to slam her door for extra measure for how angry she was. Nero smiled but sighed nonetheless, even he wasn't this...actually no, he was as temperamental as his and Kyrie's little gremlin.
Nero: What am I gonna do with her?
Kyrie: Well, you are training her to carry the family torch, so that's more than enough, and you aren't being too rough on her regiment and lessons either.
Nero leaned back in his seat at the kitchen table: But could i be doing more? What if-
Nero: Thanks babe, let's just hope dinner goes normal for on-
He was silenced with her lips meeting his, a chaste kiss broken for his wife to counter his worries.
"Like I told you, you always know what is right, and what is wrong. Claudia's progress to be a Devil Hunter is one of those right things."
Dante: Hey Mini-Verg! How's it shaking with the wife?
*THUD*
"HEY HEEEEY party people!" screamed the Legendary Devil Hunter himself kicking open the front door of the young couple's abode making Kyrie jump, though surprisingly without a box of pizza in hand. Nero simply thought to himself, "why do I even try...?"
Nero: Great until your mug showed up...
Dante just chortled ruffling his nephew's scruffy head: Why the long face bud? Hell the whole place reeks of tension.
Kyrie: Well, we had a little disagreement with our little angel.
Dante: Little Clauds throw a hissy fit?
Nero: No, just didn't want to listen to the truth, and got upset she could't go beat up some trees.
Dante pursed his lips: Imma go talk to her.
Nero: Dante...
Dante: Relaaax!
Kyrie: And how can we trust you?
Dante: I'm her cool uncle she loves?
Nero/Kyrie: More than Vergil?
Dante: ...really not gonna give me this?
The couple finally conceeded and gave Dante a "knock yourself out" kind of gesture, then off he went to his niece.
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Wrapped in her blanket like an angry burrito, Claudia lay on her side fuming over her scuffle with her old man. 'What does he know, anyone can swing a sword! I'll show him-' Her mental rant was cut short when a rhythmic knock came from her door.
Dante: Heya squirt, can I mozy on in?
Claudia: Mm...
Dante lets himself in: Now what's this about Red Queen?
Claudia: Stupid dad won't let me play with it...
Dante: Haha, well now your old man ain't stupid that's for sure, but he's right that his weapon is far above your learnin' curve.
The third generation Sparda seemed to deflate more in her cotton haven, until a comforting pat on her head gave her a jolt back to reality making her turn to her second favorite uncle who was pulling out something wrapped in a burlap sack.
Dante: Now, I went through a lot of trouble getting these bad boys back, went through a couple auctions, black markets, and some circles of Hell to find them. I was plannin' on giving these to ya' on your birthday...but I can't stand to see you down in the dumps.
Sitting up, Claudia took the twin wrapped objects in her lap, carefully pulling it off she was greeted by the sight of two round heads with glowing eyes and a mouth, one red and one blue, attached to twin swords with serrated edges.
Dante: Say hello to Agni and Rudra, your first Devil Arm! One throws fire and the other slings wind!
Claudia: These...THESE LOOK AWESOME!!! Mm-*mouth gets covered*
Dante: Shhhh not so loud kid...! Hehe, take good care of them alright? These bad boys fought with me through all of Temen-ne-gru and kicked the butt of Vergil!
Claudia hugged the demonic swords close with a cheeky grin: I promise!
The devil hunter smiled ruffling his nieces hair before turning to leave, until he stopped and pointed at the swords, "No. Talking. Take care Clauds!"
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Later that night Claudia pulled the Twin Demons out from under her bed, sitting with their heads facing her on her lap once more.
Claudia: Hey, my uncle Dante ain't here no more, you guys can talk...!
Agni/Rudra: ...
Claudia: I promised when I said I'll take good care, so that means I'll treat you guys differently.
Agni: ...is that true?
Rudra: You swear on it?
Claudia almost jumps from their voices: Woah, you guys actually talk...
Agni/Rudra: Indeed, many Devil Arms are capable of speech!
Claudia: That. Is. So fricking cool!
Agni: Cool? Brother, what is "cool?"
Rudra: Well, "cool" means-
Claudia: Yeahyeahyeah, basically means you guys are awesome, so uncle says you guys control fire and wind, if I remember what my science teacher said...wind can make fire stronger?
Rudra: Correct young devil!.
Agni: Strong as we are on our own, together we are a force stronger than nature.
Claudia: ... *smiles deviously* We're going to be the best partners! Oh, and by the way, it's cool if you guys wanna talk with me.
Rudra: Very well!
Agni: As you wish!
[Later that morning...]
Half of the forest behind the house was engulfed in flames, gale force winds blew this way and that, all while the cackling of an eight year old echoes though it all.
Claudia: I AM THE GODDESS OF DESTRUCTION!!!
Kyrie looks at Nero: ...Dante?
Nero: I am going to kill that bastard...
Kyrie: At least she's happy?
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out-the-train-wreck · 21 days
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Unbreak the Broken
Chapter 7: Picnic Date
Summary:
Bruce is heading home, Clay and Viva are going to check on the PuttPutt Trolls, Floyd is joining Branch and Poppy to meet some of their friends after the bunker troll , leaving John and Luka to go on their first picnic date after being separated from each other.
TW: Mentions of child loss
Notes:
I wanted mostly fluff, hint of a little angst, but mostly fluff.
John smiled as Branch sat with him. He watched as his son's leg bounced with anticipation for Luka's arrival so he could give the troll a tour of the bunker. He holds his cup of coffee between his hands as he thinks of what he can make for his date after.
He was excited himself to spend time and rekindle their relationship. He wanted to hear more about Luka's travels and learn about this new version of him too. They're gonna have a lot of questions for each other, he's certain of that.
A knock came on the Bunker's hatch door.
Branch sprung up from his seat and dashed to the elevator lift. His tail wagging as he smiles at John and pulls the level for it to go up.
John chuckled as he took a drink of his coffee. He smiled as he watched Bruce and his other brothers approaching, his second brother rolling in his suitcase as they chatted towards the kitchen.
Bruce glanced around before looking towards him, “I guess Luka arrived?” He asked with an amused grin and a teasing tone in his voice towards him.
John rolled his eyes at his brother, “Yes, he went up to go get him.” He answered as all his brothers gave him a knowing look, he rolled his eyes and sighed, “We made breakfast. Eat up and then we'll send you on your way back to your very tall wife and 13 children.”
Bruce sighed lovingly at the thought of his wife, “I can't wait to be home.” He gave a dreamy look before chuckling, “Hey, maybe eventually you and Luka could work on getting Branch a sibling.”
That brought their oldest brother's face to flush and keep from spitting his coffee out. His face was a dark shade of purple as he coughed into his hand while his brothers laughed.
“You are an asshole!” He cleared his throat while trying to get his blush to settle.
“Who knows, you might end up being a grandpa first before Branch can become a big brother with the way your son and his girlfriend are around each other.”
“BRUCE! I SWEAR TO THE MUSES IF YOU DON'T -”
“Um…”
Everyone turned their heads to see Branch and Luka standing at the lift with confused expressions on their faces. Branch stepped off first, “Is…everything alright?” He asked with a raised brow.
John groaned as he placed his hand over his face, “Yeah, Bug. Your uncles are just being gremlins.” he responded, still trying to will his blush to settle.
Clay, Floyd and Bruce continued to snicker at their big brother before walking over to fill their plates with breakfast and take their seats, leaving two open on both sides of John. Branch sighed and led Luka to the kitchen.
He insisted that Luka take a seat and he'll bring their plates over, and informed him after they eat they'll take the tour of the Bunker.
Luka smiles at Branch and goes to take his place by John's left. His eyes noticed the glove on John's left hand and softly grins at it. His heart fluttered knowing his love kept it this whole time, but it soon went to guilt as he knows that he probably hurt John by making that choice.
He still doesn't regret it.
He'd rather die knowing that he saved their lives than take them all with him. Leaving Branch all alone. He couldn't do that to his baby.
Branch places his and Luka's plate on the table before taking his seat by his dad. He watched as John calmed down and started to eat with the others. Luka took a bite of the food and his tail wagged with a soft hum. John snorted as he remembered the tall troll doing the same thing when they first hung out when he snuck out to thank him.
Luka blinked before he blushed as he realized his tail was wagging, but smiled before clearing his throat then looked at the other, “So. What is everyone up to today?”
Bruce smiled, “I'm going home for a few weeks till I come back for a visit again.” He answered, then took another bite of his food and sighed, “I can't wait to see my wife and kids.”
Clay hummed as he thought, “Viva and I planned to see how the PuttPutt trolls are settling in Pop Village.” He met Luka's gaze, “How's your travel group going?”
Luka smiled at him, “The pack is doing good. Some of them have been reunited with their families.” he said as he thought of yesterday, “I spoke with them of how they would feel about rejoining back, of course we might end up building further away from the village…we don't party as much or even at all, I know for sure I haven't and being in the market was familiar yet overwhelming at the same time.”
Clay nodded his head, “I can see that. Some of the PuttPutt trolls are the same, and I know having to be a leader can be rough.”
Branch watched as his dad, Bruce and Floyd all smirked at Clay, who noticed them and glared at them with a blush.
Floyd snickered before smiling, “After the bunker tour, I'm going to be joining Branch and Poppy to meet up with some of their Rock Trolls friends.”
Luka smiled as he nodded his head and went back to eating, John gave him a loving look till he glared at Bruce's teasing stare towards him. He rolled his eyes only to blush when he met Luka’s gaze.
John glanced away but the smile remained on his face as his tail wagged, “I'll be getting our food for a picnic made while you're on the tour.”
He felt at ease knowing his brothers won't be alone, and Bruce's bus to home will be near the village. Clay told them last night that he'll wait with Bruce as he waits for Viva to meet him. He still didn't feel comfortable about his brothers being out of sight, but they will have friends with them so he's a little relaxed about that.
Everyone finished their food and started to go do their tasks they had planned, those staying in the bunker for now gave Bruce their goodbye hugs, the second brother informing he'll write to let them know he got home safely and write till his next visit. They watched Clay and Bruce get on the lift and left. Floyd offered to help John make and pack the lunch picnic date with Luka.
John smiled as he took his baby brother's help, he looked to Luka and Branch, “Enjoy the tour. Branch did an amazing job on the place.”
Luka smiled, “From the little I've seen, I can already tell.” He waved to him, “See you in a bit.”
He waved back with a grin as he watched both his boys walk off. Branch was already excitedly talking about the wall structure and time it took to plan the layout over the years. Also with his over the top security he has to keep intruders of any kind out. Luka listened with great interest while asking questions.
It warmed his heart.
John blinked when Floyd playfully nudged his arm to get his attention so they could get started on the food. He chuckled as he thought of a simple lunch. Strawberries and homemade cream sandwiches, he grinned as he thought of baking cupcakes like the ones he made to thank Luka, and make some veggie stuffed pasta shells. He hummed subconsciously as he and Floyd started preparing the food.
Floyd smiled as he watched his brother before focusing back on the task of helping him, “You know, I've been wondering, John.” He started, which caused his brother to stop his humming so he could listen to him, “What song are you humming?”
John blinked at the question before he blushed and chuckled softly with a sad smile, “It's…a song mom used to sing. I sang it to you and Branch when he was a baby.” He answered as he went back to his task of making the cream for the sandwiches.
Floyd looked at him. He remembered John singing to Branch when he was young, but he didn't remember it was their mom's song. He hummed in thought, then looked to him, “Did you write a song for Branch too?”
John nodded his head, “Yeah, I did…I just…never got a chance to sing it to him.” He admitted as he placed the mixing bowl down.
“Do you plan to?”
He thought over the question before nodding his head, “Yeah, one day. I have some songs I planned to sing for Luka too.” He shrugged with a blush, “Have to find that notebook though.”
Floyd smiled at him, “Well, hope to hear the song for Branch, and you can always let us know if you need a hand performing your song for Luuuuuuuuka.”
John smirked and nudged his baby brother, “Wash those strawberries you gremlin.”
Floyd laughed, but did as he was told, listening to John hum the song again and joined him this time with a soft grin on his lips.
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Luka and Branch returned after an hour of touring the bunker. The tall troll smiling, “This place is impressive, Branch. It's truly marvelous!” He complimented as he pat Branch on the back, “Maybe we can go over some designs for the trolls from my pack.”
Branch smiled up at him, his tail wagging as he nodded, “As long as we don't build near the bunker, I will be happy to assist. We can cover everyone's personal safety preferences, security, a place for rations, and anything else a troll can need in a secluded location for their homes. Oh, and we will need to select a safe location to build.”
Luka grinned as he nodded his head as they got near the kitchen, they peaked in to find John and Floyd finishing up by packing the food in the basket.
John glanced over and smiled as he saw them enter, “Hey, how'd the tour go?”
Luka beamed, “It was wonderful! The structure is strong and sturdy, the design to vent the air is fascinating and the layout of everything is a work of art!” He patted Branch's back again with his tail wagging, “I’m still blown away.”
Branch blushed at the praise while his tail kept wagging. John smiled at his son, glad to see someone else impressed by the young man's hard work.
A knocking came from the hatch with Poppy calling out to Branch and Floyd in excitement. Floyd chuckled and Branch started towards the lift, he turned to face them, “You two have fun on your date!” He called out then smirked as his nephew pulled the lever, “Don't do anything I wouldn't do, JD!”
John's face flushed before he called out, “What are you implying!?” He dashed out to watch them ascend up as his baby brother continued that smirk on his face while his son looked confused.
Luka chuckled as he approached the remaining troll and placed his hand on his shoulder, “I wouldn't over think Floyd's words.” He smiled as John looked up at him, “You ready?”
John sighed before returning the smile and nodded his head, “Yeah. Let me go grab the basket and blanket.” He said as he went back to the kitchen to collect everything for their picnic. He came back and smiled when the lift was set to return to their floor.
Luka smiled as he held his hand out, “May I?”
John smiled at him as he handed him the basket to him as he kept hold of the blanket, “Still a gentleman I see.” He chuckled, making the other softly laugh.
“I try to be.” He shrugged. He watched as John pulled the lever to go up to the surface. He grinned and leaned forward near his ear, “Unless you don't want me too.” He growled with a teasing tone.
John’s face got hot and pushed the taller troll's face away from him as he nervously giggled, “You are such an ass you gremlin.”
Luka snickered as he gazed at him, “You are so cute when you get flustered.”
They made it to the surface as the shorter troll kept on blushing. Luka smiled and took a hold of John's hand. John blinked before he smiled back at him and they walked to a private clearing not too far from the bunker.
John set up the blanket as Luka looked around, then glanced over when he got nudged. They grinned at each other as they went to sit down, basket between them as they enjoyed the moment for a while.
“Branch picked a nice area for his bunker.” Luka said as he admired the view with a soft smile, “Makes me think of the dreams I had when we used to be at the Troll Tree.”
John glanced at him, then blushed as he remembered the surprise date that Luka set up and rubbed the back of his neck, “What did you dream about?”
Luka glanced at him and smiled, “Our escape.” He started off as he leaned back, “Building a home with you. Raise Branch with you…just…having a future together.”
John beamed as he looked away, “Sounded like a wonderful dream.”
“It was.”
Luka moved his hand to John's and interlaced their fingers, his tail wagging slowly as got a little closer, “But we can still have a future together.”
John's face flushed, he chuckled before leaning against him, allowing his tail to brush against the other's, “Damn. That was so corny.”
They both laughed at that.
“Now, come on.” He said as he lightly bumped the taller man's shoulder, “Let's eat the food Floyd and I worked on to prepare.”
Luka nodded his head as he let John's hand, but keeping their tails close together. They started with the veggie stuffed shells. A hum left him then swallowed, “I seriously missed your cooking.” He said as he looked at him, “I missed you and Branch.”
John hummed, “We missed you too.” He frowned before a small smile formed, “He actually kept holding Kroco and saying Papa. Like…he was asking for you.”
Luka felt his heart fill with love to know their baby was looking for him, but guilt filled him. If he moved faster to get them to the hollow knot in the tree, he wouldn't have been caught, or got them safe and run to be out of Bergens reach to then return to them…or escaped earlier to return to his families sooner.
So he could be there for John longer. Keep him and Branch safe from Bold, but he knows he can't change the past. They're alive, their families are alive, and they are back together now.
That's what matters.
John took one of the sandwiches and glanced at the scars, “Were…some of those from the doctor?” He asked quietly.
Luka met his gaze, he shook his head, “The worst ones I received are my back and hand. Some of the faded scars are from going feral in the cage.” He answered, “Which one do you want to know about first?”
John looked him over and touched the one on his left shoulder, “Start with this one.”
“Running from a Growl Beast.” He started then glanced at it, “I stayed behind to make sure the pack was safe. Tip of its claw got me after we ran into a cave it couldn't get through.” He turned his left arm to show the other scar, “This one I got from trying to separate two trolls who were still trying to get out of their feral state. Bit me pretty good, until I went into my own to stop them, memory a bit blurry for that part.”
“Right bicep?”
“Wild Beetle Bike. Almost hit someone so I rammed into it and the spikes got me from the impact and moved away.” he looked to his right arm, “Some of the more faded ones are from hunting.”
“Chest?”
Luka touched the one partially hidden by the tank top, “Charging Buffalo in Lonesome Flats. I think it was close to impaling me. That's when we met a Country Troll who helped us by showing us how to survive.”
John nodded his head as he reached over to the spot between neck and shoulder, “This one?”
Luka sighed as he rubbed it, “Feral state. Got bit by someone within the pack, couldn't remember who, but they're gone…” he rubbed the spot a bit more as he thought if he should say something more, he met John's gaze, “Apparently…we had an egg.”
This made the survivalist stare at him with wide eyes, “An egg?”
A sad nod followed by a sigh, “I…knew it was mine…I felt a connection to it…but it had a weak shell and…didn't make it.” He rubbed the back of his neck, “It was hard. Not knowing who the other parent was, outside that it had to be someone we lost during our travels. They just left me the egg and they were gone.” he looked up to the sky, “They probably knew the egg wouldn't make it and didn't want to live with the pain…I didn't have it that long…but it broke my heart.” He took a deep breath in, “Anyone who had eggs went through a similar fate. So any eggs that did come after that, we worked together to keep them alive. The children are…not as healthy as a trolling should be, but we had doctors who helped us over our travels and we were able to help them. By adulthood they will have higher chances.”
“I'm sorry, Luka.”
Mismatched colored eyes met his gaze. He takes his hand and gives it a gentle squeeze, “Thank you.”
John then used his free hand to brush along the long scar across his face.
Luka leaned into it, “Black out feral. All I remember is that I had to fight and win if I wanted to stay alive.”
A gentle brush from the thumb along the scar made the taller purr to the touch, John got a little closer, “Anymore I should know about?”
A playful flirty grin formed on the green troll's face as he got closer, “Maybe. You'll just have to wait and see.”
John blushed then snorted, “You are a lot more flirtatious than I remember.”
Luka chuckled, “You make it easy.” he scanned over John closely, “Seems you got some of your own there.”
John grinned up at him, “I certainly do, but some I won't reveal to you just yet.” He teased, he snickered as he watched Luka's tail wagging, “One day we might talk about those hidden scars.”
A low growl came from Luka as he got closer, then he chuckled, “You are such a brat.”
“You're gonna love it.”
They got closer, “Already do.”
John leaned in and pressed a gentle kiss to his lips. When their eyes met, they both chuckled then pressed their foreheads together.
Luka sighed as he pulled back, then smiled and went to press a kiss to the small scars across the bridge of John's nose, he liked watching the man in front of him blushing. His eyes went to John's lips and purred, “May I kiss you?”
“Yes.”
The green troll kissed him, first starting soft before getting a little more heated as John wrapped his arms around his neck. He pulled back a bit and chuckled as he heard the small whine till he was brought back in.
Luka pulled John into his lap as they continued their kiss. He groaned when he felt the cyan troll wrap his tail around his waist. He placed his hand on John's hips, he felt a jump and he quickly moved his hands away and pulled back, “Sorry.” He panted.
John pressed a kiss to his forehead, he unwrapped his arms around the other's neck to move his hands to Luka's and placed them back on his hips. He smiled at him and placed his arms back around Luka's neck again.
Luka stared at him before giving a soft smile, he placed a soft kiss on his forehead. Then his ear twitched and he quickly looked towards the direction of the bunker, “I think Branch and the others returned.”
“Finish up the picnic and go see them?”
They smiled at each other and Luka let John go so they could eat their sandwiches. A hum still escaped from Luka as his tail wagged finishing his food, John doing the same. When the taller troll looked at the basket, he noticed two cupcakes sitting inside and smiled at them.
 
          Just like the ones John made to thank him when he saved him from Bold.
 
        Speaking of…
 
        “I won't let him get near you and your family.”
 
        John stopped from reaching into the basket and looked at him. He stared at him before taking his hand with a smile on his face, “How about we eat these later and head back to the bunker.”
 
        Luka grinned back and nodded. He helped fold the blanket up, he took both items of their picnic and held his arm out, a moment of nostalgia hit John and made him smile. Knowing what was going to be asked.
 
       “May I walk you home?”
 
       John took his arm, “You're a sap.” He chuckled.
 
        “I'm your sap.”
 
         They laughed as they walked back together.
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marvelmaniac715 · 1 year
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This is part seventeen of my Chucky transferring his soul into a human at the end of Seed au. This fic is shorter, like part ten, but I really wanted to write it anyway. As always, until the twins are 14 they’ll be referred to as he/him and she/her respectively, and in this fic both twins are five. 
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Why couldn’t Tiffany come to this instead? Chucky had begged and pleaded with her, but she couldn’t find a way out of work, so he had to give up his Saturday morning to attend a kids’ ballet class that his kid had begged to come to. The minute he said goodbye to the kid and sat down with the other parents his stomach filled with dread. He was the only father there, the other people sat in the waiting area were all middle aged women- most sporting a blonde bob. As Chucky mentally weighed up the pros and cons of abandoning his child at the class and retreating home, one of the mothers spoke to him.
“It’s so nice of you to babysit your kid and come to the ballet class, is your wife busy or…”
She thought he was single, just because he was watching his kid. He’d always found the idea of fathers ‘babysitting’ their kids to be slightly odd, because he was just doing his job as a father, it wasn’t really anything to congratulate, and he’d tried to worm his way out of it. But instead of acknowledging that, he decided to just shut any thoughts that he was single right down, so he told her:
“My wife’s an actress- Jennifer Tilly, maybe you heard of her? So I’m looking after the little gremlins today- one of them at least, the other one’s at a play date with a friend because the teacher banned them from this class due to emotional distress my child caused. Poor woman, I hope she’s getting some therapy with the money I had to pay her…”
There was a chorus of awkward laughter from the assembled mothers, and Chucky felt even weirder. At least he’d now made it clear that he was off the market, but what would happen next? He didn’t have to wait long to find out, because another mother politely asked:
“When did you enrol your daughter? I thought that the stores were all out of the specific tutus that this class requires? A friend of mine tried to book a place for her daughter and couldn’t because she couldn’t find the right tutu.”
Chucky shrugged and responded:
“I didn’t need to buy a tutu on account of the fact that the child I enrolled was a boy, my daughter’s been banned by the teacher, remember?”
Palpable shock waves ripples throughout the room. Noticing the shock his words had produced, Chucky raised an eyebrow and asked:
“Is this the wrong building? I was told that both girls and boys were accepted at this ballet class, and my son’s been so excited to dance like the ballerinas he saw in Swan Lake last Christmas.”
This silenced many of the women, but one brave mother sneered:
“Is it really a good idea to have a boy in the same changing rooms as the girls?”
Chucky was getting angry now, why was it so wrong that Glen wanted to learn ballet?
“Well, I’m sure something will be worked out by the teacher, especially since I gave her a heads up and she’s taught male students before. And if you’re worried about my son being a Peeping Tom, my wife- a terrifying woman who I love very much, and my Spartan warrior of a daughter have both put the fear of God in my son about messing with women. My kid wouldn’t hurt a fly, he’s probably scared of flies hurting him, so there’s nothing to worry about there.”
The woman still looked concerned, so Chucky smirked and politely enquired:
“Didn’t your daughter get five detentions in a row for biting multiple classmates?”
The woman turned bright red.
“W-what’s that got to do with anything?”
Chucky tried to appear innocent, despite the smug grin that threatened to appear on his face, and simply said:
“Oh, nothing. I’m simply saying that you’ve no place to judge other people’s parenting decisions, instead I think you should think about your own.”
This kept all of the mothers in the waiting area silent for the rest of the class, in fear that their own parenting would be called out. And when Glen skipped out of that class at the end and began rambling about all the fun things that had happened, Chucky felt a lot better about his decision to take Glen to this ballet class.
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neptoons1998 · 1 year
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One drunk night
Summary: Riri and Shuri go to the club. Too bad Riri likes to cause a scene.
A/N: Heyy Im back, life had me on the ropes but I'm here ! I'll be posting some of the works now, between Attoye and Shuriri because I haven't left this fandom yet.
Even though Shuri couldn’t drunk she still wanted to be part of the crowd. The royal was visiting Riri, who decided last minute that the pair should go to the new club that open. Shuri would be lying by saying she wanted to go, Shuri was the definition of an introvert. She loved Riri more, so out she went.  Shuri was going to ignore some short girl that was causing the scene. Shuri took another sip from her drink, Shuri lost sight of Riri. The short woman claimed she heard her favorite song and wanted to dance. Shuri knew she had two left feet and decided to hang back. Riri can handle being by herself.
“So a bitch don't know how to say excuse me huh?”
Shuri quickly looked up that wasn’t just some short girl causing a scene on the dance floor. It was her short girl that was causing a scene on the dance floor. Shuri stumbled over herself as she pushed herself around the crowd to get to Riri. Riri, who was most definitely drunk was ready to fight a man twice her height and body weight. It was like a small dog thinking it could boss a large dog around.
“What did you say to me?” The man said trying to step closer to Riri. Shuri slipped herself between the pair, “Nothing we’re just leaving actually.”
Riri scoffed crossing her arms, “Who’s we? ‘Cause last time I checked, I’m not french.”
“Congrats, you're french now,” Shuri said before Riri could start arguing again. Shuri didn't have time to deal with an international incident because someone wanted to talk to her girlfriend sideways.
 “We’re leaving,” Shuri said as she wrapped her hands around Riri’s shoulders stirring her outside the club. The cool air greeted the pair. Shuri still holds on to Riri, fearing the short gremlin who turns around to go back to get the last word in with the man. Riri shook her head, “I could’ve taken him.”
Shuri was thankful her powers didn't let her drunk because she had to keep an eye on her girlfriend, “I disagree.”
Shuri was not completely sure how the pair made it back to Riri’s dorm, Riri was all but carried the whole way back. Not that Shuri would complain she love having Riri close to her. She hoped one day if she played her cards right. Riri would be her wife, but for now, the couple will take their time together.
“Next time you want to fight someone pick someone who’s the same size as you, huh?”Shuri huffed out as she placed her girlfriend on her bed. Riri groaned back as Shuri took off her heels, once she was done she placed a soft kiss on Riri’s forehead. The college student grumbled as Shuri stepped away from her.
"Nooo,” Riri whined out to her. Shuri couldn't help be see how adorable her girlfriend had hiccups and all. In Riri's buzzed state wanted to cuddle Shuri. She placed her hands on Shuri’s wrist, “Stayyyyyyyyyy! It's so cold alone." 
Shuri gave a snort forgetting how clinging her girlfriend is when she had too much to drink, "I am, but someone has to turn off the light, my love.”
“Oh,” Riri said as she placed her head on the cool pillow, letting go of Shuri. Even in her drunken state, she watched Shuri turn off the light. Leaving the couple in dark together, once Shuri was in the bed Riri quickly cuddled up against her.
She let out a soft sigh taking in Shuri’s scent as she does,"Yer so pretty."
"And you are very drunk," Shuri smirked in the dark. Riri could only cuddle deeper in Shuri's hold.
That's for Future Riri can handle the hangover after all she had Shuri to help her. 
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