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heesbaby · 4 months
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VERBOTEN - LEE HEESEUNG
SIXTY; I’ll keep loving you until you ask me to stop
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authors note! and just like that,,,, it's over. damn,,,, over two months of stress and love and so so much support, this smau has genuinely been the most emotionally draining and difficult one for me and i really appreciate everyone who has stuck to the end and supported me throughout this, it means the world. i'm still not 100% happy with it, but i don't think i ever will be, as long as you guys enjoy it then that's all i could ask for ^^ there will be bonus chaps so please look out for those, and i will be creating more smaus i just need a little break to recover from some of the shit that's happened as of recent ^^ tumblr is a rough place sometimes (especially for sensitive mfs like me) and i can't thank u all enough for the love u give me that keeps me going,,,, it's genuinely everything to me! i love u all, i'll see u in my next smau hopefully! have the best day ^^ word count is 1.6k and there's some pics etc at the end!!
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Heeseung was pacing back and forth waiting for you to come home with the other boys. Sunoo, Jungwon and Riki had taken you out for lunch and then to get your nails and hair done under the guise of it being ‘a birthday treat’ just to get you out of the house for a while.
Heeseung had given a few presents that morning, including the outfit he wanted you to wear today and some jewellery he’d got personalised. As well as that, he’d gotten you a few other things you’d mentioned in passing, books and homeware items you’d picked up in shops and placed back down again. You’d spent the morning together until your friends had to physically drag you away from him and force you out of the house.
Now he was stressing himself out, adjusting rose petals and candles to make the room look perfect as his friends and your dad stood around talking. Sunoo had updated the group chat that they were on their way back, each passing second making Heeseung’s palms sweat more.
“I can feel your nervousness from here,” Mr Song said, clasping a hand on Heeseung’s shoulder lightly. “Don’t be scared Hee, she’s head over heels for you. Even more so after she sees all this.”
“I can’t help it,” he admitted, hand clutching the ring box tightly. “I’ve thought about this so much but I’ve never really prepared myself for her answer if it’s not the one I want to hear.”
“You have nothing to worry about,” Jake piped up. “YN won’t say no, she’s just as obsessed with you as you are with her. Don’t stress it, enjoy it.”
“He’s right!” Euijoo replied, checking his phone moments later, “you’ve not got time to stress anymore anyway, Jungwon said they just parked up outside so she should be walking through that door any second.”
“Oh fuck,” Heeseung tucked the box back into his pocket as he heard the front door opening, your footsteps sounding in the hall as you chatted along with your friends. Everyone else went and stood to the side of the room, leaving Heeseung alone in the centre.
You were expecting Heeseung to come bounding around the corner as soon as you got home, but when you were met with a dimly lit hallway your heart dropped a little.
“Seungie?” You called out, kicking off your shoes and dropping your bag as Jungwon and Riki tried to hold in their laughter behind you. Sunoo had already shuffled off into the room where the others were, giving them a big thumbs up when he saw how well it was decorated.
“Check the living room YN,” Riki said, tapping your arm lightly. “He might be napping or something.”
“You’re right,” you started walking there, hearing a few hushed noises from the open doorway. “Seung? I got my nails done in that pink colour you like!”
Heeseung was beaming at your words, the fact you’d thought about him in something as simple as getting your nails painted was adorable to him. It made him fall in love with you even more than he already was, if that was even possible. He held the ring box behind his back, taking in a deep breath when he saw you finally round the corner and come through the doorway.
“Oh,” you breathed, eyes wide as you took in the sight before you. “What’s this?”
You saw all your friends, even Euijoo, stood there in matching black suits. Even your dad and your step mum were there, wide smiles on their faces as they watched you look around the room at all the flowers and candles, pretty arrangements and photographs of you and Heeseung that you’d taken over the last few months together.
Finally, your eyes settled on your boyfriend who stood there nervously. He rocked back on his heels slightly, his bottom lip tucked between his teeth until you finally smiled at him. All his worries disappeared then, your smile taking away any nerves he had.
Heeseung held one of his hands out to you, “come here baby.”
You immediately stepped towards him, noticing the way he was stood in a heart of petals that were on the floor, and grabbed his hand in yours, lacing your fingers together. Heeseung relaxed completely the moment you held him, just being near you was enough to calm his fears.
“What’s all this for Hee? You didn’t have to do this,” you said, heart warm at the fact your boyfriend had gone through all this trouble for your birthday.
“I wanted to,” he said. “I’ve got something important to tell you.”
You raised an eyebrow in curiosity, waiting for him to talk. However Heeseung just tugged you a bit closer so he could lean down and whisper into your ear, “think you can be a good girl and listen patiently for me?”
The blush that spread across your cheeks was instantaneous, nodding furiously as you stepped back a little, “I can do that, promise.” The last word was whispered as you were aware of the many eyes watching the two of you.
Heeseung’s smile widened at your obedience, knowing that he had ultimately chosen the perfect girl to spend the rest of his life with. Everything you did made him the happiest man in the world.
“Baby, I know we’re only just figuring things out in our relationship. I know we’ve been through so much before we could even get to this point. But that has only made us stronger, it’s only made me fall in love with you more,” Heeseung squeezed your hand tightly. “I’ve never felt like this for anyone before, I want to make you happy every single minute of the day. I want to look after you and spend all my time with you, I want to be there for you in every aspect of your life and I want to love you for as long as you’ll let me.”
You could feel your eyes tearing up at his words, the pure adoration and love radiating from Heeseung had you weak at the knees. No one had ever cared for you this much, let alone verbalise exactly how the felt, it was such a new feeling for you. All those months fighting for this relationship were finally worth it.
“Hee,” you pouted. “I love you, I’ll keep loving you until you ask me to stop.”
“I’ll never ask you to stop pretty girl,” he said, letting go of your hand now to step backwards a bit. Heeseung got down on one knee in front of you, your eyes going wide when you realised just what he was about to do, “so please YN, promise to never stop loving me just as I’ll promise to never stop loving you.”
Heeseung pulled out the ring box from behind his back, opening it up and holding it out to you to display a beautiful diamond ring sparkling. Your dad was beaming from the side-lines, seeing the way your eyes lit up at the jewellery he had helped Heeseung decide on a few days prior.
“Heeseung,” you gasped quietly, your hand flying to cover your mouth in shock as the tears started to gather more. It was becoming hard not to let them flow but you didn’t want to start crying before he’d even asked the question.
“Baby, my perfect girl,” Heeseung took your left hand in his as he held the ring box in the other. “It would make me the happiest man alive if you would do me the honour of being my wife, now and forever, so I can continue loving you like you deserve.”
“Seungie,” you cried softly, letting the tears fall now. “Nothing in the world would make me happier, of course I’ll be your wife.”
Heeseung couldn’t help himself from letting the wide smile split across his face, immediately taking out the ring and slipping it onto your finger to solidify the fact that you had said yes. The moment he did so, you were tugging him up onto his feet again so you could wrap your hands around his neck and pull him into a kiss.
Your friends and family all cheered behind you, the pure joy in their voices had your own heart soaring. You’d always imagined this moment happening one day, and this was the exact scene you had envisioned. A sweet and private proposal with all your favourite people, it was perfect for you.
“I love you so much,” you mumbled against Heeseung’s lips as you pulled away for a second. “This was perfect, everything I ever wanted.”
“I love you,” Heeseung replied simply, pressing a few more kisses to your lips. “Always will baby, can’t wait to make you my wife. You’re making all my dreams come true.”
You knew you wouldn’t be able to continue speaking without crying again so you just kissed him once more before finally pulling away, admiring the ring on your finger as Heeseung held your hand out to look at.
“You look so pretty with a ring on your finger,” he said, pressing a kiss to your temple. “Do you like it angel?”
“Love it Hee, it’s perfect,” your eyes followed his movements as he lifted your hand up to his mouth and kissed the ring gently. “Everything is perfect.”
Heeseung couldn’t help the smile that was staining his lips, it was impossible for him not to be happy in the moment. His eyes glanced around at all your friends and family, Heeseung finally felt like he belonged in that moment, he finally felt completely and wholeheartedly happy.
“Wait, sorry to ruin the moment,” Jake said, raising his hand in the air as if he was in a classroom asking to use the bathroom. “But I’m going to be the best man, right?”
“Oh for fucks sake Jake.”
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Love Letters
Sebastian Sallow x Reader
WC: 1K
A/N: I don’t know how popular the Hogwarts legacy fandom is as of now because I’ve not been on tumblr, but I found this fic in my drafts(along with quite a few wips) and realized I never posted it so I thought I would feed the Sallow girlies a quick snack today.
Summary: Sebastian wants to write you a love letter to tell you about his feelings but it’s not going the way he hoped, even with Ominis’ help.
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Ominis knows he shouldn’t be as amused as he is right now, but he can’t help it. It’s not often he gets to experience Sebastian embarrass himself so willingly.
Try as he does to suppress his chuckle, it slips out and Sebastian sighs, letting the several half written love notes spill onto the table in front of him.
“It’s not funny.” Sebastian practically pouts, glad his friend can’t see the expression on his face.
“I disagree.” Ominis taunts him with a grin, leaning back in his seat.
“I’ve been trying to write Y/N a note all afternoon! I just don’t understand why they sound so…”
“Awful?” Ominis jumps in. “Horrendous? Painfully cliche?”
“Oi, shut it.” Sebastian mutters, gently nudging Ominis’ foot under the table. He very much regrets asking his best friend for help now he knows how embarrassed he’d be.
He sighs before picking up all his papers, trying to find the best parts of them all. “Why don’t you read them again? Out loud, so I can hear.” Sebastian doesn’t see why Ominis asks him to do so, but he reads through the notes, pulling faces every time he gets to a rather cheesy part of the note.
When he finishes, he looks to Ominis, hoping he can give him any sort of feedback to fix this mess.
Ominis stays quiet for a moment, thinking Merlin only knows what until he says, “You make me wish I was deaf as well.”
Sebastian’s hands slap against the table as he gives up, annoyed with his inability to string together simple words to tell you how he feels and annoyed with Ominis’ lack of help. “Forget this.” Sebastian grumbles, crumpling up as many of the letters as he can.
Ominis sighs and puts his hand across the table, covering some of the papers and getting Sebastian to stop. “Just talk to her. Tell her how you feel.”
Sebastian pulls a face at the recommendation. “Tell her how I feel?” He repeats, starting to pace in his spot. “You mean, just walk up to her and tell her how beautiful I think she is? Or how any time she smiles at me, you, Anne or anything really, I can’t help but stare? How she is most likely the smartest and kindest person I have ever met? How anytime she’s in the room, I am most certain my heart will beat out of my chest with how fast she makes it? How each time I see her leave the castle on her little adventures, I fight myself on whether to go with because I need to know that she makes it back safe to me? To us? You think I should just walk right up to Y/N and tell I am absolutely in love with her?”
There was silence between the two boys after Sebastian’s speech and the brunette boy, exhausted mentally, falls in his seat in a slump. Ominis just sat there, gripping his wand tight in his hand as his lips gently pull up to the left. “Well,” he whispers, getting Sebastian’s attention, who frowns upon seeing his smirk, “I don’t think you have to worry about it anymore.”
Sebastian’s brows furrow and he was about to ask Ominis what he meant before the sound of a book clattering to the ground behind him has him whipping his hand around and he opens his eyes wide. There you were, frozen in your place as you struggle to keep more books from falling off the shelves.
“Sorry.” You mumble, trying to determine if you really were hearing what you think you were hearing. “And uh, sorry, I didn’t mean to- I wasn’t trying to eavesdrop.
Sebastian nods at your reassurance. “How much did you hear?”
You wave your hand in the air. “Oh, well just, uh, just… everything.”
Well, that’s not what he wanted.
He turned to glare at Ominis, but the boy slipped out when you and Sebastian were focused on each other.
You glance down at the paper strewn across the table, ready to dismiss them before seeing your name on one of them. “What is that?”
Sebastian sighs, debating whether he could really show you his mess of notes. He nods, letting you fall into the seat next to him as you pick through the papers. You barely got through the first sentence of the very first letter before your eyes shoot to Sebastian’s.
“You.. you wrote me letters?” There was a deep blush on his face and he’d gone silent, but he nods. You stare at him, feeling your own cheeks heat up quite a bit before you turn back and read, picking a few sentences of each discarded letter. Your favorite ones were the ones Sebastian had scratched over with his quill, obviously being embarrassed of having written them, but you enjoyed them.
From the first moment we met, I knew there was something extraordinary about you.
I know what love is because I know you.
My darling, you are my rock, my confident, my ally, my friend, and so much more.
“Bash…” you mumble, blinking repeatedly to keep your tears from spilling out.
“I couldn’t find the right words.” He whispers, picking up a few of the letters and holding them. “I had Ominis try to help me, but I don’t think he was particularly helpful.” You chuckle, imagining Ominis trying to help Sebastian.
Your laugh fades out as you put your hands on top of Sebastian’s and your eyes meet. Your stomach flutters with nerves and adoration. “I think you know the right words.”
Sebastian smiles at you, the corners of his mouth tugging up just enough that his eyes crinkle and he nods. “Y/N,” he begins, looking to his letters for strength but he knows he doesn’t need it. “Y/N, I love you. I’m in love with you. I want to be with you and I want to go on adventures with you and I want to smile with you and I want, I just want you.” His hand cups your cheek, bringing you closer to him as your eyes flutter close and he whispers, one last time before your lips meet, “I love you.”
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vagabond-umlaut · 1 year
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brother to fushiguro tsumiki. (unofficially adopted) son to gojo satoru and you. nephew to a host of sorcerer uncles and aunts. (unwilling) assistant to the white-haired idiot. and, finally, ringbearer at your and gojo's still-undetermined wedding.
one teeny-tiny boy with one too many identity is what fushiguro megumi is - until he isn't. with lots and lots of sniffles and sniggers...
▸ gojo satoru x fem! reader; established relationship; post hidden inventory arc; manga spoilers; proposals; adoptions; alternate universe happy for everyone except toji lovers (sorry >︿<)
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▸ two fics in a week, wow. guess this is what is called a brainrot, huh? read this post by @/mintmatcha on tumblr and started writing this lol. but the plot of this story is miles, tons, eons away from that post, i swear. also, this fic is set in the same universe as blue hawaii but you need not read that first to read this. treat this as a stand-alone if you wanna! 😊 anyways, gif, divider and characters ain't mine. please don't plagiarize, translate or repost this. enjoy reading! ❤️
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"yeah, yeah, i've got it all planned."
a discreet eye roll is all megumi gives as he goes through the menu card in his hands. a little distance away, he can spy tsumiki and you seated at a table, you tying his sister's long hair into braids while the latter laughs, probably at a joke you cracked.
a tiny smile rests on the little boy's face at the sight - which vanishes when he feels a large hand tousle his hair. you had spent hours and hours righting his hair into a proper shape; why must this idiot always mess everything up?
megumi looks up to find his guardian looking down at him with a shit-eating grin; though he can clearly see the nerves it's covering.
idiot.
phone wedged in between his ear and shoulder, gojo mutters a "one sec, suguru," and crouches down to the boy's eye level. the latter gives back an unimpressed stare.
"decided what you wanna have, 'gumi? remember mom and sis there asked you to choose for them today."
megumi feels an urge to say you two aren't his real parents - but stamps it down instantly. the both of you have been as good as real parents can be to their kids - or maybe even better. the boy has read books, watched movies and listened to his classmates talk about their families; the tiny urchin-head knows.
with a huff, he points at the double chicken fillet burger box - it's tsumiki's favourite and you too don't seem to dislike it. with a nod, gojo rises and placing his orders, returns to the call, beaming expression again directed at megumi.
"yeah, yeah, don't worry, man," he speaks into the phone, then drops his volume to a mere whisper, "'my little kiddo here is a born actor. he remembers the entire plan, step by step - don't you, buddy?"
megumi gives an imperceptible nod, itching back to get back to the table. he already would have - needless to say, the little munchkin prefers your company to gojo's, way way more - but their orders have not been delivered yet and the boy promised to be-
a little tap on the shoulder draws him from his musings and he cranes his neck up to find gojo frowning. "no, megumi didn't want to discuss the plan with me before leaving. no, he doesn't like you better- hey," the man looks at him, sunglasses sliding down the bridge of his nose revealing his indignant gaze, "you wanna discuss with uncle suguru one last time?"
an indifferent shrug is all the reply he gives.
while uncle suguru isn't the best uncle he has, he isn't the worst either. the others are- oh, wait. the others include uncle kento and uncle yu. they are literal angels compared to him. so... maybe... he is the worst... never mind. it's too late to back out anyways.
grumbling, gojo hands him the phone. "hello uncle," megumi greets just like you and tsumiki have taught him to. the man behind mutters something along the lines of ''traitor" or something; the boy pays him no mind.
"hey champ," the voice floats over the line, pleasant, kind and the way people talk to babbling babies. megumi's bored face turns irritated. "let's discuss the semantics one last time before boarding your flight, okay?"
"yeah, okay," megumi says, and casting a sideways glance at his bundle-of-nerves guardian, continues, "we're going to reykjavik," he looks at gojo, silently asking if he pronounced it correctly. the man sends him a thumbs-up with an encouraging grin.
the kid continues, "the plane will land at noon day after tomorrow, which is mom's birthday. first, we will go to the hotel. then, after resting, in the evening, we will head out in a car to watch the northern lights. and then-"
"-when it's the right moment, your dad will pop the question to your mom and you'll click the camera. got it, mr. future ringbearer?" finishing the rest of the sentence for him, the man at the other end asks, sounds of pans clacking and food sizzling in the background. nana-chan and mimi-chan must have woken up.
megumi nods. "yeah, got it, mr. future best man."
a chuckle comes in response to his comment. "you're a lot like your mom, y'know?"
"yeah," he mumbles, waving back to you and tsumiki, a little smile on his otherwise-impassive-but-always-adorable face, "i know."
"good," the man says, then pauses when a loud crash booms through the air and through the phone, a set of two wailing voices following it not soon after. megumi can quite literally picture the wincing frown his uncle is wearing as he says the next words in a hurry, "okay, 'gumi. talk to you later. bye, and best of luck! satoru's counting on his little assistant."
"yeah, thanks," he responds but is too late - the call is already cut by then.
giving the phone back to gojo, who's tapping his sneakers-clad feet on the floor, he looks back ahead, wondering when the hell heck their token number will be displayed and when they will get their food.
to the kid's great relief, it doesn't take a lot of time.
before long, the four of you are seated around the table, gojo stealing a sip from your drink and you stealing fries from him, all the while tsumiki giggles loudly at your antics. megumi smiles, before he hides it behind the burger which he takes a bite from.
the four of you really look like a family, don't you?
"hey, guys, can i have your attention for a sec, please?" your sudden question startles him from his mind. the boy turns to find you with your usual grin, albeit a smidgen of anxiety can be found in the way your fingers drum on the table.
megumi shares a look with tsumiki and gojo. they look as confused as he feels. "do i have your attention, people?" you ask again, manner growing a tad solemn unlike your usual, though the affection is still evident in your tone.
gojo and tsumiki nod immediately. you turn to him, gently smiling, "can i have your attention too, 'gumi? please?"
the boy nods his head instantly. "yeah, yeah. sure," he replies, scooting his chair closer to yours. you send him a relieved smile. "good, 'cause what i'm going to say next is very important. so, listen to me carefully, 'kay?"
all three of them are eager to nod in affirmation and anticipation.
scouring through your backpack, you retrieve a couple of pretty important-looking papers, and placing them back on the table, clasp your hands atop them. the kid spots gojo shoot you a worried look to which you respond with a reassuring smile.
the man's frown fades a little.
gaze now darting from one kid to another, you begin, "you two know, right, we love you very much?"
"yeah!" tsumiki exclaims, but is quick to fall silent when megumi shoots her a glare. you proceed, lips pressing into a thin line, "but we cannot adopt you two, in spite of how much all us want it to happen. we tried to, many, many times. but those higher-ups just won't let us do that."
a second passes - one wherein his young brain registers your words - before, lower lip wobbling, the boy casts his gaze down upon his light-up sneakers.
is this where you'll say he'll be sent to those zen'ins? away from his sister? away from you and gojo? away from all his uncles, aunts, nana-chan and mimi-chan?
megumi feels a hand card through his locks gently. looking up, he finds you with a soft smile. "but the thing is 'toru and i didn't let them defeat our purpose. we thought, you two can choose to be my clan's wards. not 'toru's, because of fucking - sorry, please forget i said that word - i meant, idiotic clan politics. so, what do you think?"
megumi turns to his sister, a pensive look plastered on her face the way it is on his. gojo adds, a tender smile in place of his usual stupid grin, "no pressure, kids. the both of us won't love you two any less and will be equally fine in case you choose not to."
"you guys can take how much ever time you need to think. there's no hurry," megumi hears you say, your warm hand rubbing circles on his back, as he turns back to his half-eaten burger.
a long moment passes.
passengers enter the cafeteria, they leave the cafeteria. the four of you remain seated, quietly munching on your food.
the boy finally removes his gaze from his now-empty tray and sends an inquiring, confused, hopeful look to his sister. tsumiki smiles back with a tiny nod. the little kid feels his heart burst with joy.
"we want to," the two of them answer in unison, and within a fraction of a second, megumi finds himself swept up in a warm hug alongside his sister, by you. "thank you for giving me, for giving us a chance," he hears you mutter quietly in a tear-choked voice. the boy simply pats your back the way you do to him. he soon feels another set of arms wrap around the three of you.
megumi thinks he has never felt happier or safer than in this moment.
a while passes with the four of you in this manner, enwrapped in an embrace, before you all finally pull away from each other.
the boy returns to his seat, rubbing his eyes. a minute passes in composing all of yourselves before you state, munching on another fry, "so, step one, including tsumiki and megumi into my legal family is done and successful. thank you, my loves."
tsumiki beams back at you; megumi returns a tiny smile. you grin at them - which, the kid watches, turns slyer as you switch your focus to your boyfriend.
the little boy stares at you, then stifles a snicker - he thinks he has a pretty good idea of what's gonna happen next. his gut instincts are rarely wrong, after all.
"but, 'toru..." you drawl, grin giving way to a smirk as gojo smiles back - perplexed but loving all the same. "for the step two, making you my legal family too, guess i need to wait to say 'yes' until the northern lights viewing two days later... don't i?"
a beat passes, then another, and another.
a loud gasp sounds from tsumiki. megumi turns to his dad - who's gaping wide-eyed at his mom now, the man's face whiter than his ugly hair - and smirks. just like the imp the goggles-wearing idiot always calls him at home, despite you repeatedly telling him not to.
gojo looks back at him, shock written on, engraved into his features.
"though i didn't really help you propose, i'm still the ringbearer, right?"
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sp4nkboy · 11 months
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Types of spankings I fantasize about:
“You’re getting 30 swats if absolutely nothing moves. Better try real hard, pet”
“You know what’s gonna happen if you keep talking like that. Do you want a spanking? No? Well hand me your pants and panties anyway. I need access to your bare bottom in case you keep being a brat”
“You don’t even have to take your jeans off for this one, mutt. I’m sure you’ll feel it well and good right through em.”
“A crying boy is a learning boy. Let’s make sure you really learn”
“Here we go. Timer’s set. Okay, three minutes of the wooden spoon for lying. Hold on tight, little girl.”
“I hope you cry. I want you to cry. I want you to learn from this, you deserve to be broken.”
“Tell me why you’re here, and what happens to disobedient girls? So what am I going to do to you? That’s right. Spank you hard, because you deserve it.”
“Aw, you think you’re forgiven because you were spanked already? Well daddy didn’t spank you yet, little one. We have these rules for a reason. If you get in trouble somewhere else, you’re in trouble at home, and because you couldn’t behave with my friends daddy has to paddle your naughty sore little bottom too.”
“Do you need a reminder of your place, stupid pup? It’ll only take me three minutes to warm that bottom of yours until you’re tearing up.”
“You better fix that attitude, honey. Or do you need some help?”
“These are gonna be hard and fast. No begging, no moving. This is happening, maybe next time you’ll think twice about doing that.”
“I’ve seen your tumblr, slut. Is this what you like? Getting hit like a little kid who needs an attitude adjustment? Daddy lecturing you over his knee and giving you a swollen blistered bottom? You like this? Getting put in your miserable place? Oh don’t start whining now, I’ve seen the blog. I know not to let you up until you’re sobbing and you can’t even beg bc you’re so incoherent.”
“A spanking? No dummy, a spanking is what good girls get for maintenance, like a little kid. I said that you earned a whipping. Isn’t that right? A thorough, hard whipping that leaves you with marks on your thighs, tits, cunt, and sit spots for days. It’s gonna hurt a lot more than a little spanking, and you will be thoroughly corrected. Don’t worry honey, all little slave girls need whippings sometimes.”
“Get closer, yeah that’s right, come here. Ask daddy what he thinks of your behavior”
“The neighbors said you were a brat today. Maybe I should make you stand in the corner with your blistered ass to give them a show.”
“I don’t care when you last got punished. Today is maintenance. If you weren’t so bad this week you wouldn’t have to be worried about how much your ass could take.”
“I’m sorry, pup. This is gonna hurt really bad. You know why I have to hurt you, right?”
“Aw princess, you’re still raw and bruised from yesterday! Still, I have to warm your stupid little bottom up again, it’s the only way you learn!”
“You were such a good mutt this week! But you still need a sore bottom, princess. You know that’s the only way to keep you respectful and nice.”
“Come here. I wanna see some stripes on your thighs. Oh, no reason”
“You’re getting spanked the second you get home. I want you to fold your pants and panties and leave them by the door, then immediately find me to ask for your correction”
“Aww. It hurts? You can’t take it? I thought you were a man, honey. I’m giving you a man’s punishment. I guess I might consider going lighter if you can convince me that you’re really a little girl.”
“Everyone upstairs can hear you pet, so why don’t you start counting? One sir please spank my whore cunt”
“You’re already forgiven doll, I know you won’t do it again, but I’m just not done hurting you yet”
“I’m bringing a friend over today and I need you to be on your best behavior. Go get your paddle and your shortest skirt. If you don’t want him to see your red bottom you’ll need to have the perfect posture. My graceful wife,”
“When I get home I want dinner on the stove and your bare bottom in the corner waiting.”
“You can either obey me right this second, or do it later with bruises on your bottom and legs”
“This is gonna be a proper beating, doll. I’m gonna spank you the way your dad should have while you were a kid. I’m having to do all his work for him, training you to be a good submissive wife.”
“If you take your foot off the floor again I’ll take my belt to your cunt until you bleed.”
“I want to make you cry today, sweetheart. I’m not gonna stop until you’re sobbing genuine tears. You think you’re sorry now, but wait until I’m done with you”
“Wear these shorts today. I want your friends to know you disobeyed me”
“Looks like your disrespectful little bottom is pretty marked up. Why don’t you spread your legs for me, doll? I’m sure there’s some more space to whip. Oh look! Your pretty inner thighs are untouched! Let’s turn them screaming red.”
“Reach back and spread your ass. I’m gonna hit your pretty hole until you break and beg me to rape you. Your choice, omega. How badly do you want to hold onto your pride?”
“I heard that a well oiled bottom makes a spanking sting more. Bring me that bottle, I think you’re due for some punishment anyways.”
“I’m gonna tie your little clitty up and hit it until you break.”
“You are in for it. Go wait in the corner while I cool off enough to punish you properly.”
“Bad girl, remind me to whip you tonight.”
“Go cut a switch. Actually, cut three. I’ll whip your tits too.”
“You thought we were done? Oh that was just part one dummy. No rubbing.”
“Keep asking me to stop, the power I have over you gets me off.”
“Be fucking quiet. As this rate I might as well spank you in the front yard.”
“If sitting on your stool In the corner doesn’t make you cry I haven’t done my job”
“Count these. One, please take care of my attitude, sir”
“You were never caned in school? Really? Well you certainly deserved it. Come here, let me educate you.”
“No safe word tonight, doll. This is a real punishment.”
“No I will not go harder, this is a play spanking. I want your cheeks to be a pretty cute pink for me to look at while I fuck your ass. If you keep that language up, however, I may have to make you bite down on some soap.”
“Put my cock in your mouth. You’re getting a swat for every second it takes to make me come.”
“I had a stressful day at work doll. Let me get some tension out by beating and raping you.”
“I’m gonna let my friend here spank you, severely. He knows all your tricks, how you pretend to cry early on before you get to the real tears, and how to stop you from squirming off his lap. Hopefully the embarrassment of being punished by a stranger will teach you humility.”
“We need to talk about your behavior. Go ahead and strip.”
“Stay still and take it. Show me you’re sorry. Prove to me that you’re willing to learn, that you appreciate me whipping your ass.”
“Aww, doll. You said you’re happy to submit to me. Aren’t you? Happy to be my submissive wife? Then why are you crying? You should be happy to get punished and corrected. Why don’t you make a happy face for me? There you go. Say thank you, daddy. That’s right. Say thank you for taking the time to beat you.”
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A Small Problem
Pairings: Various Genshin Men x Isekai'd!Reader
Summary: Albedo was coming up with a concoction that would strengthen the men during combat. But one little mix-up caused you to become a parent for a day.
Note: I think this is my longest Various Genshin Men x Isekai'd!Reader fic :o For this story, in particular, I set a goal for myself to type out at least 1k words a day, and I'm glad that I was able to do that! But I don't think I'll be able to do that with my other fics until after I've graduated ;v; For those who are new or returning readers, I post on AO3 as well, so if you have an AO3 and see a work similar to this, it’s me (Aaliah_exo on AO3). I don’t post anywhere else but on Tumblr (Genshinluvr) and on AO3 (Aaliah_exo).
Warnings: Mentions of pregnancy (the reader is still gender neutral, pregnancy is just mentioned), slight mentions of weight and insecurities (because of pregnancy being mentioned). Itto and Childe almost knocked you down the stairs, oops.
Word Count: 10k
Read part two of A Small Problem here: [Another Small Problem]
You swore everything was normal and okay before you went to bed last night. Before heading off to bed, everyone was their usual selves. They were surrounding Albedo excitedly after he had mentioned making a concoction that’ll strengthen them in combat. Since it didn’t really have much to do with you, you sat idly by on the couch, trying your best not to fall asleep. It didn’t matter whether you got plenty of sleep last night or not. You felt like a zombie and that you could fall asleep with your eyes open if you would allow yourself to do so, but that wasn’t the case. You couldn’t help but have a nagging feeling that something wasn’t right in your and the fifteen men’s safe abode. 
The only memory you could recall from last night was the men gathering around the dining table, watching Albedo pour ingredients into a big glass flask before mixing them together. You tried to stay awake during the entire thing, but you couldn’t keep your eyes open any longer. Albedo mentioned something about a concoction that can strengthen them during battles and some other thing, but you were so tired that you didn’t really hear the other thing that Albedo had mentioned. You only caught onto some things that Albedo had said (a strengthening potion of some sort) while the rest went in one ear and out the other. You covered your mouth and yawned, trying not to fall asleep.
“Did you really need to include lizard tail into the mixture?” Diluc asks, looking at the glass container skeptically.
“Yes, it is part of the experiment to see whether these ingredients will go well together to make the perfect strengthening potion.” Kazuha nods his head; he continues to help Albedo stir the glass flasks on the table.
“It doesn’t smell too good.” Gorou groans, covering his nose with both of his hands. For a moment, you swore you saw Gorou turn green at the smell of the concoction that Albedo was inventing.
“I don’t think it’ll taste good either.” Thoma laughs nervously, scratching the back of his neck.
“I’m sure it won’t taste too bad! The aftertaste is what you’ll have to worry about the most.” Ayato says, leaning back in his seat.
“So! Who will be the taste tester of the experiment?” Childe asks, crossing his arms over his chest.
“Everyone will be testing it out,” Albedo says. He grabbed the glass flask and began to hand it out to every person that was standing around the table.
“Oh, is [Y/N] going to be the taste tester as well?” Venti asks, pointing over to where you sat. You quickly shook your head in protest.
“Sorry, boys, but I’m going to have to skip out on this little experiment. For some reason, I’m feeling pretty exhausted today.” You said, getting up from your seat before stretching with a big yawn.
“Aw! But you’re going to miss out on the exciting stuff!” Itto whines, giving you the puppy dog eyes with his bottom lip jutting out, forming a pout.
“It’s okay, Itto! I can always join in on the next experiment whenever I’m not feeling like I’m going to pass out on the spot.” You gave Itto a sympathetic smile. “Plus, this will be a great time to bond with each other and try something new with one another.” You gave them a small smile. 
“We don’t want to leave you out,” Xiao mutters, frowning at you.
“Nor do we want you to feel left out; it’s best to be included, right?” Kaeya asks, tilting his head at you like a curious puppy. You giggled softly and approached the men, giving each of them hugs before walking over to the bottom of the stairs. Albedo starts to pour the light blue concoction into small glass cups.
“While I do appreciate that you all didn’t want me to feel left out, I’m going to have to sit this one out.” You said.
“I believe that I will sit this one out too.” Said Zhongli.
“Oh? Why’s that?” Dainsleif asks, looking at Zhongli with a raised eyebrow.
“He doesn’t have to give it a try if he doesn’t want to.” Baizhu sighs, shaking his head.
“Maybe he’s afraid that it won’t make him as strong as he used to be during his prime time as an archon,” Scaramouche says nonchalantly, picking up the glass cup that Albedo had handed over to him.
“Wait, he’s an archon!?” Itto asks, looking around with an alarmed look on his face. The others around him sigh in defeat, shaking their heads at Itto’s confusion.
“Itto, we’ve known about this for a while now.” Thoma pats Itto’s shoulders.
“Yeah! He revealed it to us a long time ago when we first got the abode!” Venti exclaims, shaking his head with a lighthearted chuckle.
“Wait, aren’t you an archon too, Venti?” Childe asks, making Venti freeze in his spot. Venti lets out an anxious “Ehe” while trying to act casual.
“I’m going to bed now. Goodnight!” You chuckled softly before turning around and walking up the stairs. 
You hear a chorus of “goodnights” from the fifteen men while walking up the stairs. Once you’ve entered your bedroom, you close the door shut behind you. You rubbed your eyes before collapsing on your bed, mentally praising yourself for brushing your teeth early before you’ve decided to get into bed. You snuggle into your bed, pulling the extra pillow close to your chest before slowly drifting off to sleep.
You didn’t know why you were awake, but you’ve assumed that the sounds of whispering and quiet giggles were what roused you up from your slumber. You felt something, or someone, poke you in the face. You furrowed your eyebrows and cracked your eyes open, only to see a tiny face staring down at you with a broad smile— a child. You quickly sat up on your bed and looked around your bedroom with wide eyes. In your bedroom were fourteen children. You were assuming their ages ranged from eleven months to five years old.
“Why’d you wake them up!?” The tiny redhead hissed, slapping the blue-haired boy beside him.
“Because my tummy is growling, ‘Luc!” The blue-haired boy pouted, crossing his arms over his chest.
“Diluc? Kaeya?” You whispered. The two boys glanced over at you in confusion. Oh, dear archons, they turned into children! Adorable children. You hear little babbles and little giggles. You slowly turned your head, only to see an eleven-month-old Xiao and Venti sitting at the edge of your bed, gnawing on one of your pillows.
“Oh, archons.” You whispered, quickly getting up from bed before scooping up Xiao and Venti. Both were squealing and mindlessly babbling as they clung to you with their chubby little hands. Venti began to gnaw on his fist while Xiao stuck to you like you were his lifeline. 
“Oh, good! You’re awake!” Kazuha says, waddling up to you with Albedo in tow. The two of them grabbed onto your pajama pants leg.
“What happened to all of you!?” You ask softly, carefully trying not to startle the others. Albedo pouts and starts to mess with his oversized t-shirt. Albedo looked nervous as he tried to come up with a way to explain things to you. 
“It seems like I have mixed up the ingredients for the strengthening concoction,” Albedo says, looking up at you with a small pout on his face. His bottom lips quivered as tears began to flood his eyes.
“Oh, Albedo! It’s okay! Accidents happen! No need to be upset!” You cooed, kneeling down in front of Albedo and Kazuha, wiping his tears away with one hand. Albedo sniffles and nods his head, wiping his tears away with his hand. You stood up and looked around your bedroom, counting each little heads in your bedroom. Fourteen. You only counted fourteen heads.
“Hey, where is Zhongli?” You ask.
“Maybe he’s busy doing old man things,” Scaramouche says, putting on the hat that was way too big for his head.
“I think he’s still sleeping!” Ayato comments, walking over to you with Thoma following after him while sucking on his tumb.
“Is he… de-aged like all of you?” You ask nervously. They all shrugged their shoulders in response to your question. You gulped and walked out of your bedroom with twelve toddlers following after you.
“Zhongli!?” You called, jogging down the hall towards his bedroom. “Zhongli, are you awake!?” You called out once more. Right before you could open his bedroom door, his door opens, revealing a perfectly normal Zhongli.
“[Y/N]? What’s the matter?” Zhongli asks groggily, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. Xiao and Venti stared at Zhongli, still in your arms. You stood in front of Zhongli with the children standing around you, looking up at the ex archon with wide eyes.
“When did we have children?” Zhongli asks, looking at you bewildered. 
“Are you two our parents?!” Gorou asks in a hopeful tone, causing both you and Zhongli to become flustered.
“At least Zhongli is still himself,” Baizhu says, pouting with his arms over his chest. You almost did a doubletake when you saw that Changsheng had become a baby snake as well.
Xiao starts to squirm in your arms, small sniffles coming from him. Venti looks at Xiao in confusion, his mouth agape.
“Oh, Xiao! What’s wrong?” You panic, looking down at the yaksha worriedly. Xiao points at his tummy; you can hear faint rumbling coming from his stomach. 
“It appears that Xiao is hungry. We’ll need to make him and the others some breakfast.” Zhongli said softly, reaching over to Xiao, taking him from your grasp. Xiao’s arms immediately wrap around Zhongli’s neck, snuggling into the former archon. Zhongli smiles and gently strokes the back of Xiao’s head with his right hand while holding him up with his left arm.
“Oh my gosh, my heart can’t take this.” You gushed, staring at the adorable sight in front of you. Venti pats you on the cheek with his fist, making you wince. “Ah, okay, okay! Let's make you all breakfast.” You gently grabbed Venti’s fist before turning around.
Venti giggles loudly, clapping his hands while cheering, “Yay!” 
You smiled and kissed the top of Venti’s head as you walked towards the stairs with Zhongli following after you with Xiao in his arms. As you were walking down the stairs, the twelve children followed after you while shouting incoherent words at one another. Itto and Childe being the rambunctious children they are, the both of them were loudest and caused the most scene as everyone was heading downstairs for breakfast. Childe and Itto began to push and shove one another, causing one person to stumble into you, causing you to lose your footing.
Quick on his feet, Zhongli wraps his arm around your waist before you could fall down the stairs with Venti still in your arms. You held onto his silk t-shirt tightly, looking up at him with wide eyes. Zhongli looks down at Itto and Childe with a glare.
“Do not push and shove one another! Both of you could’ve gotten hurt, and [Y/N] and Venti could’ve fallen down the stairs!” Zhongli scolds the two unruly children. Itto and Childe pouted, looking away with their arms crossed over their chest.
“Sorry [Y/N] and Venti.” The duo apologizes, hugging both of your legs with puppy dog eyes.
“It’s okay, boys. Just, please, be careful next time.” You gently rubbed the top of their heads.
“Bad!” Xiao says, pointing down at Itto and Childe with an angry pout on his face. His cheeks flushed red with anger before looking up at you with a small pout. You giggled and pet Xiao’s head, kissing his chubby cheeks. Zhongli held onto your hand, looking down at you with a soft gaze, causing you to melt on the inside.
“Are you okay?” Zhongli asks, lightly squeezing your hand with his. You squeezed his hand back with a smile on your face.
“Yeah, I’m okay, Zhongli. Thank you for catching me.” You said shyly, standing on the tips of your toes before pressing a kiss on his cheeks. Zhongli stares down at you, his cheeks bright red with a shy smile on his face. You pull away from Zhongli, giving him one last smile before continuing on walking downstairs towards the kitchen and dining area. Zhongli presses his hand on the spot where you have kissed him, his cheeks burning red.
“Eww, cooties!” Scaramouche says, scrunching his face up in disgust.
Zhongli rolls his eyes with a faint chuckle, “Alright, boys. Let’s go downstairs for breakfast now.” He gently nudges them forward. Once everyone had arrived at the kitchen and dining area, the boys sat down at their respective seats, with the help of Zhongli.
“Looks like we need to get high chairs for both Xiao and Venti.” You said, gently bouncing Venti up. Venti giggles loudly and claps his hands with joy.
“Would we really need to get them high chairs when they return to their normal selves soon?” Zhongli asks, leaning against the counter with Xiao propped up on his waist.
“Honestly, I don’t know. I think we’ll need it either way since we won’t be able to cook, clean, or feed them with them in our arms.” You said, searching through the wooden cabinets for ingredients to cook some breakfast for the fourteen children. An idea suddenly pops up in your head. You held your index finger up, signaling Zhongli to give you a moment as you walked out of the kitchen and dining area. You grabbed a plush throw blanket and began wrapping it around you and Venti, making a child carrier sling.
“That’ll do for now!” You said, walking back to where Zhongli stood with Venti strapped to your chest, snuggling up against your chest, the top of his head peeking out from the makeshift child carrier sling. Zhongli felt his heart swell up at the sight of you with a baby Venti wrapped up against your chest, his tiny head poking from the top. Is this what you’ll look like if you and he have children?
“Time to make breakfast for the kids.” You hummed softly, bringing out the pots and pans to make pancakes for them to eat.
“Tofu.” Xiao blurts out, clinging to Zhongli as he watches you from a distance. You chuckle to yourself.
“Alright, Xiao. I’ll make some almond tofu just for you!” You said, pulling out almonds, milk, sugar, and tofu. While you and Zhongli were making breakfast for the kids, the twelve children were talking about the most random things while waiting for their breakfast. Being the helpful kid out of the others, Diluc and Dainsleif set the table and placed utensils down in different areas of the table for everyone.
“Will Xiao and Venti need a utensil too?” Dainsleif asks, looking up at you and Zhongli curiously. 
“They’re babies, Dainsleif. I think [Y/N] and Zhongli will be feeding them instead.” Diluc approaches the blond boy with his arms over his chest.
“Some eleven-month-old children can feed themselves. Not perfectly, but they can.” Dainsleif crosses his arms over his chest.
“But we don’t know that for Xiao and Venti,” Diluc argues.
“Boys, boys.” You said, looking over at them. “Zhongli and I will be feeding Xiao and Venti for now. I don’t really trust them with utensils.” You said, placing pancakes on each plate.
“There’s no need to argue over this. Go sit at the dining table; your breakfast is almost ready.” Zhongli says, motioning them to go to the dining room. Dainsleif and Diluc muttered to themselves, turning around before walking to their seats. You and Zhongli give each other a look before continuing to put pancakes on the plate and sliced fruits into little bowls.
“Do you think one of them is going to start throwing a tantrum soon?” You ask, looking over at Zhongli.
Zhongli sighs and shakes his head, “Dear archons, I sure hope not.” You chuckled and continued to prepare breakfast for the little ones. Once you and Zhongli had finished preparing breakfast, the both of you began setting down the plate of pancakes and little bowl that contained sliced fruits in front of each child. After placing their breakfast in front of them, you and Zhongli poured a glass of grape juice and valberry juice into the cup. The children immediately dived into their food, stuffing their faces with pancakes and sliced fruits. 
“I think we might need sippy cups as well.” You muttered, stroking your chin as you mentally prayed that none of them would spill juice on themselves.
“I believe that you’re getting a little bit ahead of yourself, dearest.” Zhongli chuckles, shaking his head as he spoon-feeds Xiao almond tofu. Xiao’s cheeks were filled with almond tofu as he chewed on his favorite dish.
“I-I’m not getting ahead of myself!” You sputtered, cheeks turning bright red at the nickname Zhongli had given you. “I’m just being prepared for the future!” You mumbled, feeding Venti valberry and sunsettia oatmeal. Venti hums in delight, munching on the oatmeal happily while clapping his hands.
“Oh? Will we be having children in the future?” Zhongli teases you, looking over at you with a small smile. There it was again! That soft look he was giving you! You felt yourself melting in your seat from the look Zhongli was giving you. You were sure that your face was almost as red as Diluc’s hair by now.
“Zhongli!” You whined, covering your red face with your empty hand. “You rascal!” You hissed, pouting to yourself as you continued to spoon-feed Venti oatmeal. You hear a soft chuckle coming from where Zhongli was sitting. Your face was so red that it reached the tip of your ears, turning them just as red as your face. If this is what your married and family life would be like with Zhongli? Just the thought of being married to the former archon and having children with him made your heart skip a beat.
“You’re cute.” Zhongli chuckles, reaching over to where you sat before lightly squeezing your cheeks with an endearing smile on his face. You looked over at Zhongli from the corner of your eyes, your bottom lip jutting out as you mumbled incoherent words. You continued to feed valberry and sunsettia oatmeal to the eleven-month-old anemo archon, watching him eat his breakfast gleefully.
“My, my. You’re quite a flirt and a tease today, aren’t you, Zhongli?” You huffed, feeling your face heat up even more at Zhongli’s little teasing smile and soft gaze. If you weren’t in love with Zhongli already, you most certainly are now.
“I’m full….” Kazuha says, pushing his plate away from him. “But I also finished my pancake, not my fruits, though,” Kazuha adds, a small pout forming on his face.
“That’s totally fine, Kazuha! We can save the fruits as a snack instead.” You said, smiling at the small samurai. 
“I finished everything!” Kaeya says, pointing at his empty plate and fruit bowl with a triumphant smile. “But I feel like my tummy is going to explode,” Kaeya mumbles, rubbing his now round belly. 
“I don’t think that’s possible, Captain Kaeya.” Baizhu drones, tilting his head to the side. He looks over at you and Zhongli, pointing at his plate. “I also finished my breakfast.” He smiles.
“That’s great to hear! I’m glad that you’re able to finish your breakfast.” Zhongli smiles, ruffling Baizhu’s hair.
“Can we get boba later?” Ayato speaks up, grabbing a sliced sunsettia from his bowl before munching on it.
“Did you finish your breakfast?” You ask, raising an eyebrow at Ayato with your head slightly tilted to the side.
“Yes, I finished my pancakes, and I am almost done with my fruits,” Ayato nods his head, holding up his almost empty bowl.
“This is the best breakfast I’ve ever had!” Thoma chimes happily, taking a sip of his grape juice with a bright smile on his face. “Can I help you with cleaning up?” Thoma asks sweetly.
“Of course, Thoma! Thank you for offering your help. We really appreciate it.” You stroked Thoma’s soft blond hair. 
“Should we really let the children have boba after breakfast? Isn’t it quite filling?” Zhongli asks, raising an eyebrow at you.
“We won’t let them immediately have boba after breakfast.” You shook your head. “I believe that we should all take a nice walk around Inazuma and let the children digest their food before we grab some boba.” You said, wiping Venti’s mouth with the cloth napkin.
“I believe that we shouldn’t be letting Ayato, in particular, drink so much boba. He’ll develop a sweet tooth, and he’ll get cavities.” Zhongli sighs.
“Aw, look at you!” You cooed, reaching over to gently pinch his cheeks with a teasing smile. “Someone’s fatherly instincts are kicking in.” You giggled.
Zhongli sighs, reaching up to grab your hand and interlocking his fingers with yours. “Well, when we have children in the future together, I want them all to be healthy,” Zhongli says. Your face turns bright red at Zhongli’s nonchalant response. How could someone like Zhongli say that so calmly?! Your heart couldn’t take this much longer. If he wanted to breed you right then and there, he could’ve just said it himself! You quickly shook your head, ridding the dirty thoughts that were surfacing in your mind. You heard a faint snort coming from the former archon as he sighed softly, examining your facial features with that soft gaze once again.
“You want to have children with me?” You squeaked; Zhongli chuckles at your reaction before pinching your cheeks. 
“I wouldn’t want it to be anyone else but you.” Said Zhongli, leaning over to press a soft kiss on your cheeks.
“I heard we’re going for walkies!?” Gorou asks excitedly, popping up between you and Zhongli with stars in his eyes. You and Zhongli leaned away from one another with flushed cheeks, clearing your throats awkwardly.
“Who says walk like that?” Scaramouche asks, crossing his arms over his chest.
“I do! Now hush!” Gorou glares at Scaramouche.
“No need to be a big meanie, Scarapoop.” Itto huffs, crossing his arms over his chest while glaring at the Inazuman child.
“Pffft! Scarapoop.” Childe giggles, stifling his laughter behind his hand. Both Itto and Childe giggle with one another while Scaramouche’s face becomes flustered at the nickname that was given to him by Itto.
“Hey! Don’t make fun of my name!” Scaramouche scowls, zapping both Itto and Childe. Itto and Childe shriek in pain before running over to where you and Zhongli sat, climbing onto your laps while whimpering.
“Childe, Itto! Do not make fun of anyone’s name; it’s rude and disrespectful.” Zhongli scolds the two rambunctious children.
“Meanies,” Xiao says, batting Childe’s hand with his tiny hand.
“Bad!” Venti points at Itto and Childe with a small glare on his face.
“Other than that, yea, we are going to go on walks soon before we get boba.” You said, getting up from your seat. You grabbed Venti and placed him back on the makeshift child carrier sling. Zhongli followed after you with Thoma tailing behind him. As much as it was sweet for Thoma to offer to help you and Zhongli clean up since there wasn’t a step stool, Thoma struggled to help. So, what Zhongli did was hand him a fluffy towel to dry off the freshly washed plates, bowls, and utensils.
Thoma didn’t seem to mind much about not being able to help you wash the dishes; as long as he was able to help you and Zhongli out in some kind of way, he’s content. While you were drying your hand on the towel, Albedo walked into the kitchen and grabbed ahold of both your and Zhongli’s pant leg.
“Can we go collect some butterflies as well?” You and Zhongli look at Albedo in confusion. “The strengthening potion, I think I mixed up some ingredients that have caused us to turn into children,” Albedo says.
“Of course.” Zhongli nods his head. “Do you know when the potion will wear off?” Zhongli asks; Albedo shrugs his shoulders. Zhongli sighs in defeat, his shoulders slumping. Xiao gently pats both of Zhongli’s cheeks as if he was trying to comfort him. Zhongli smiles and gently strokes Xiao’s hair.
“I believe that we all need to get ready, but…” You trailed off with a weak sigh, running your hands through your hair. “I don’t think the clothes in your closet would fit you all right now.” You muttered, scratching your cheeks. Before your hopes could drop into the deepest depths of the ocean, an idea popped up in your mind. A few weeks ago, you jokingly said that you wanted to learn how to sew clothes, and Diluc and Childe surprised you with a sewing machine and some clothing fabrics. At first, you were against it because you were just joking around about it, but they took it literally and got you a sewing machine, fabrics, threads, and many more.
“This is going to take a while, but I don’t want the kids to step foot into Inazuma in clothes that don’t fit them.” You said, handing Venti over to Zhongli before pulling out your sewing machine, threads, clothing fabrics, and pencil.
“Are you making clothes for them?” Zhongli asks, raising an eyebrow at you. You nod your head in response before unraveling the fabrics. “Won’t that take a while?” He places Venti on the floor, letting the eleven-month-old anemo archon run off with a loud squeal.
“It will, but I cannot let them leave the abode looking like this.” You sighed softly. 
In the end, you were able to sew some shirts and pants for the boys with the help of Zhongli and Xiao being the little helper and model. After being able to sew clothes that fit the fourteen children, you have decided to make a makeshift backpack leash for the twelve children and two child carriers to carry Xiao and Venti in. At first, Zhongli was taken aback when you said that you were going to be making leashes for the children. He was almost horrified at the thought of leashing children until you gave him a perfect reason and that it wasn’t an actual leash that people would put on their pets.
“It prevents the children from running off and being kidnapped. Plus, with twelve rambunctious children, I think it’s best that we keep them leashed.” You said, putting Venti in your handmade child carrier. For something that is made within a few hours, it looks pretty decent for something that was handmade.
“Do people in your world do that with their children?” Zhongli asks, raising an eyebrow at you.
“Yes, they do, actually!” You said, strapping each child to the makeshift backpack leash. “Since the children in my world tend to run off and cause trouble, their parents will put them on backpack leashes to prevent them from running off and causing chaos.” You said. You were grateful that you were able to make yourself look presentable before leaving the abode. And by presentable, I mean athletic shorts, a plain black shirt, and sandals. Instead of wearing his usual attire, Zhongli decided to wear some comfortable clothes. Black sweat pants that hung low at his hips, a white silk t-shirt, and closed-toe shoes. You couldn’t help but admire his appearance; even when he’s wearing clothes that he usually doesn’t wear outside of the abode, he looks perfect.
“Are you liking what you’re seeing?” Zhongli asks, cocking an eyebrow at you with the corner of his lips quirked up. You quickly looked away from Zhongli with a huff of breath; cheeks tinted pink.
“Alright, kids! Are you all ready to go to Inazuma?” You announced, trying to shake off the feeling of embarrassment that was rested upon you after getting caught by Zhongli for staring at him.
“Yes!” They all chorused, and you giggled at how adorable they all sounded. You were just glad that you weren’t the one to turn into a child.
“We’re ready!” Albedo smiles.
“Let’s go! I want some boba!” Ayato tries to run off, only to be pulled back by the backpack leash that Zhongli was holding onto. Ayato pouts with his arms crossed over his chest, mumbling under his breath about not being able to get boba immediately. Zhongli gives Ayato a disapproving look, causing the young Inazuman child to flush with embarrassment. You chuckled to yourself. Zhongli is such a strict father figure, but the boys know that he means well and doesn’t want anyone to run off and get hurt. Or worse, get kidnapped. 
“Now, now, Ayato. I know you’re excited to get boba, but please don’t run off.” Zhongli sighs, shaking his head.
“Yeah!” Xiao says from his child carrier, pouting down at the other twelve boys.
“Let’s head out into town now, shall we?” You said, opening the door of the mansion in the abode. The children around you cheer loudly, trying to run out of the house, only to be held back by the leashes that you and Zhongli were holding onto.
"Oh, come on! We’re not puppies!” Childe whines, glaring down at the backpack leash that he was strapped to.
“Hush, Harbinger. Did you not hear what [Y/N] said earlier? It’s for our own safety.” Diluc scolds the ginger-haired boy. Childe pouts with his arms over his chest, looking away from Diluc.
“You know, if you all continue to act up and not want to be on the backpack leash for your own safety, we can always stay home instead.” You suggested. The children immediately protested against your suggestion. Both you and Zhongli gave each other a knowing look before leaving the abode with the fourteen children.
Before leaving the abode, you and Zhongli didn’t think about the looks people would be giving the both of you as you were passing by them with two children strapped to your chest while the other twelve were on backpack leashes, rambling and talking loudly amongst one another. It felt almost normal to you and Zhongli, and the two of you didn’t mind the side glances you two were getting from bystanders. What you and Zhongli assume were people whispering about the backpack leashes, but they were talking about something else.
“That couple has such a huge family.” The woman whispers to her husband, looking at you and Zhongli, speechless.
“And they have two more strapped to their chests!” The husband would whisper back to his wife behind his hands, trying not to make it seem evident that he was staring at your little family.
“Fourteen children! How do they handle such…. Energetic children?” Another couple would whisper to each other, looking at your little family in shock.
“How do they have that much time to have fourteen children? They must’ve wanted a huge family.” An elderly man says to his coworker, glancing over at where you, Zhongli, and the fourteen children stood. You adjusted yourself awkwardly, attempting to ignore the comments that were being made about you and Zhongli’s big “family.”
“I mean, both of them are quite good-looking.” The man says, stroking his chin as his wife looks over at you and Zhongli from the corner of her eyes. “It must be hard for them to contain themselves when they have a significant other that is so alluring.” He adds, shrugging his shoulders.
“You’re not wrong. Those two must’ve go at it like rabbits.” The woman says to her husband. Both yours and Zhongli’s faces turned bright red at the woman’s comment; you gulped and pulled at your shirt collar. You prayed to whichever archon was listening to you, praying that the ground would just split open and swallow you whole.
“Do you think they’re expecting another child?” The elderly woman whispers to her friend; her friend shrugs her shoulders in response, not knowing what else to say at the sight of you and Zhongli with fourteen children.
“If they are, I would be shocked because how can someone handle this many children?” The elderly woman’s friend answers.
“I think the other one is pregnant.” She points at you, causing your eyes to widen. You turn to look at Zhongli, feeling offended that the woman assumed that you were pregnant. Did you look…. Fat?
“Zhongli, do I look fat!?” You whispered, tugging on his shirt. He looks at you in confusion, his eyes scanning you from head to toe.
“Fat? You don’t look fat.” Zhongli says.
“One of the elderly women said that I looked pregnant! Therefore, I look fat to them!” You said, looking over at the women, causing them to become flustered before scurrying off somewhere.
“Dearest, you don’t look fat at all!” Zhongli reassures you, caressing your face in his hands, his thumb brushing over your cheeks gently. You couldn’t help but pout to yourself and look elsewhere. The sixteen of you were waiting for your boba drinks to be ready. The snide comments by the older women made you feel self-conscious about your weight now. Tsk. Do these women know how to keep the comments to themselves? It's like they intentionally say it out loud so that you can hear what they are saying.
“Do I need to go on a diet?!” You muttered to yourself, pressing your empty hand to your cheek, pinching the fat of your cheeks with a small frown.
“Don’t go on a diet. I love you just how you are; you don’t need to change yourself just because someone made an unnecessary comment about your appearance.” Zhongli says, gently grabbing your hand, pulling it down away from your face.
“You love me?” You squeaked, looking up at Zhongli in awe.
“Of course! I-I mean, we all do. Not just me.” Zhongli sputters, looking away from you, flustered. The tips of his ears were just as red as his face.
“Yeah! We love you!” Kaeya says, wrapping his arms around your waist, smiling up at you cutely.
“We love you very much!” Kazuha says shyly with a bright red face.
“We love you just the way you are!” Gorou says, bouncing on the balls of his feet, his tail wagging happily. 
Scaramouche hugs you tightly, a big pout prominent on his face. “Don’t listen to those old hags! They only have a few years on their lifespan. They’re just jealous that you’re still youthful compared to their wrinkly butts!”
“Yeah! What Scaramouche said!” Itto nods his head.
“Their comment was very unnecessary,” Dainsleif grumbles; his eyes were scanning the crowd for the elderly woman that made a jab towards your appearance. 
“Please don’t listen to them and take their comments to the heart,” Thoma says softly, giving you puppy dog eyes.
The boys surround you, attempting to give you a hug. You laugh softly, gently petting each boy’s head with a small smile on your face. Xiao reaches out to you with grabby hands; Zhongli approaches you and wraps his arms around your waist, careful not to crush any of the children while doing so. Zhongli had his arms wrapped around your waist while Xiao attempted to hug you. Venti, not knowing what Xiao was doing, hugged Xiao. Xiao grumbles and lightly brushes Venti’s arms away, awkwardly clutching your arm.
You couldn’t help but melt under their hugs, feeling an overwhelming wave of emotions hit you all at once. You laughed and gave each of them hugs, letting them know how much you appreciate each of them and how they all mean to you. The sixteen of you end up sitting outside of Inazuma City, sipping on your boba drinks while Albedo is trying to catch some butterflies for the strengthening concoction.
“I can see why Ayato loves boba so much,” Baizhu mumbles, sipping his matcha green tea boba happily while chewing on the tapioca pearls.
“It’s quite delicious and comes in a variety of flavors.” Zhongli hums, mixing his osmanthus milk tea and tapioca pearls with the boba straw.
“I think Xiao is enjoying his almond milk tea boba.” You giggled, wiping the trail of almond milk tea from his chin. “Be careful, Xiao. We wouldn’t want you to choke on your drink.” You cooed; Xiao looked up at you with doe-like eyes before continuing on sipping his boba. Zhongli chuckles and adjusts Xiao in his child carrier sling, giving Xiao some space to be able to move around and drink his boba in peace without feeling restricted. Xiao slightly squirms in Zhongli’s lap as he attempts to hold the boba cup with his tiny hands. Zhongli grabbed the bottom of the cup to make sure that Xiao didn’t accidentally drop the cup or spill it onto the ground.
“Yummy,” Xiao says, smacking his lips together before he continues to sip on his drink. You looked down at Venti, who was drinking your boba peacefully. You gently rubbed the top of Venti’s head, looking over at where Albedo and Dainsleif were, attempting to catch as many butterflies as they could for the strengthening potion.
“I’m glad that we’re able to hang outside of the abode together.” You said, smiling at Zhongli as you looked at the kids scattered around you and Zhongli, yet still in close proximity. “Granted, they are children, but I hope we can all hang outside of the abode together when they return to their normal selves.” You added.
Zhongli smiles, “I’m sure they will agree to go outside of the abode more. We can all explore different areas of Mondstadt, Liyue, and Inazuma together.” He places his hand over yours, gently squeezing your hand.
“I’m a little nervous about exploring more of the regions.” You sighed, resting your head on Zhongli’s shoulders. “What if we run into some trouble while doing so?” You ask, looking up at Zhongli.
“We will protect you,” Zhongli says simply; you shook your head.
“What if you guys end up getting injured because you were all trying to protect me from harm?” You whispered. 
Zhongli gently grabs you by the chin and tilts your head up, making eye contact with you. He brushes his thumb over your bottom lip, giving you a small reassuring smile. You feel your face heat up for the thousandth time today.
“There’s nothing to worry about, [Y/N]. We’re all capable of protecting one another and staying away from danger. If we can protect you just fine, we can protect one another without any issues.” Zhongli says, giving you a small smile.
“Promise?” You squeaked, holding up your hand for a pinky promise. Zhongli stares at you in confusion before chuckling to himself. He held up his hand before locking his pinky with yours.
“It’s a promise,” Zhongli says. You smile at Zhongli before resuming resting your head on his shoulders, pinkies still intertwined with each other.
“Watch this, Itto!” Childe says, nudging the oni with an evil smirk on his face. He takes a sip from his boba before filling the straw with just tapioca pearls. Childe began shooting a large number of wet tapioca pearls at Itto, causing Itto to shriek with laughter. 
“Oh, it’s on Childe!” Itto smirks, loading his straw with tapioca balls before shooting them at the Harbinger. Itto and Childe continue to blow tapioca pearls at one another, causing them to fly all over the place. One tapioca ball, in particular, ended up hurdling towards you and Zhongli, smacking you right in the face, before bouncing off of Zhongli’s forehead. The two of you jumped, startled at the sudden contact.
“What was that?” You muttered, touching the area where the tapioca pearls had hit you. Your face scrunched up at the feeling of the sliminess and cold of the tapioca balls.
“Ajax, Itto.” You and Zhongli look over at Itto and Childe with a scolding look. Itto and Childe froze in fear before running off to where Diluc and Kaeya sat while sipping on their boba.
“How much longer are they going to be like this?” You sighed weakly. It’s been only a day, but it felt like an eternity. As much as you enjoyed having the fourteen men as children because of how adorable they are, it doesn’t stop a few of them (Childe and Itto) from being troublemakers and rambunctious. You just hope that Albedo is able to figure out how to reverse the potion and get them all back to their usual selves, or else you and Zhongli will have to play house until they are all back to normal. Although, you didn’t mind playing house with Zhongli. You were able to catch a glimpse of what Zhongli would be like if he were a father and a husband. The mere thought of being married to Zhongli and having a family with Zhongli made your heart flutter in your chest, your cheeks burning from the constant teasing coming from Zhongli’s end.
“I wish I have the answers to your question,” Zhongli says, taking a sip from his cup. “But unfortunately, I don’t have any answers.” He frowns.
“As long as you’re by my side, I’ll be okay.” You give Zhongli a small smile. Zhongli presses a kiss on the top of your head, resting his cheek on your head while Xiao continues to drink from his boba cup.
“‘m tired,” Venti says, rubbing his eyes before letting out a huge yawn. You gently took the cup away from Venti, situating him in the child carrier sling. Venti leaned his head on your chest before letting out another yawn.
“Looks like it’s time for us to head back to the abode for the children to rest, don’t you think?” You murmured, caressing the back of Venti’s head. You looked over at Xiao, seeing him slowly dozing off in Zhongli’s arms, his head tilted forward.
“It appears so.” A smile appears on Zhongli’s face; he takes the now empty boba cup from Xiao’s hands. 
“Alright, kids!” You said, getting up from your seat. “Let's head back to the abode. I believe that it’s nap time for everyone.”
“I’m not feeling sleepy at all.” Diluc protests, getting up from his spot with Kaeya.
“Yeah, me neither! I think it’s just Xiao and Venti that needed a nap the most.” Kaeya says, crossing his arms over his chest.
“Well, if you don’t need a nap, then that’s fine. We should head back to the abode before lunch.” You said, ruffling Diluc and Kaeya’s hair.
“It’s not even lunchtime yet?” Thoma asks, his eyes widening in shock. 
“Today feels like a really long day.” Ayato sighs, throwing his boba cup into the nearby trash.
“It does, doesn’t it?” Baizhu hums, tossing his empty cup into the recycling bin with a yawn.
“Looks like you need a nap too, Baizhu.” Zhongli chuckles, standing up before stretching. The bottom of Zhongli’s shirt lifts up slightly, revealing his lower stomach. You quickly looked away and cleared your throat.
“Albedo, did you get the butterflies that you need for the strengthening concoction?” You ask as he approaches you and Zhongli with Dainsleif tailing behind.
“Yes, I got the butterflies that are needed for the concoction.” Albedo nods his head.
“We also collected some Naku weed for the concoction to hopefully return us back to our usual self,” Dainsleif added, holding up a pile of Naku weed.
“How are you so sure that the Naku weed will help us turn back into our regular state?” Kazuha asks, looking at Dainsleif and Albedo curiously.
“Let’s not question the alchemist that got us into this situation.” Scaramouche sighs, leaning against your leg before letting out a small yawn.
“Yeah, let’s go home before any of us fall asleep,” Gorou says, clutching onto Zhongli’s pant leg. Zhongli smiles and places a gentle hand on Gorou’s head, lightly scratching his ears, causing Gorou to hum in delight, leaning further into Zhongli’s hands. You smiled at the adorable sight before strapping the children back onto the backpack leash. The last thing you would want to deal with is children running around Inazuma City. After putting the twelve children on their backpack leashes, the fourteen of you began to walk out of the city. While you, Zhongli, and the children were walking back to where the teapot sat, a couple approached both you and Zhongli.
“Excuse me, are these your children?” The woman asks, looking down at the twelve children curiously.
“Of course they are; why?” You ask, looking at the man and woman warily.
“Oh, we were just wondering because there’s so many of them. Plus, the children do not look like their parents at all.” The woman says casually, giving you a fake smile.
“You know, adoption is a thing.” You cocked your eyebrow at the woman. She became flustered and began to stutter, her face almost as red as Diluc’s hair.
“Are you implying that my significant other and I kidnapped these children?” Zhongli asks, raising an eyebrow at the couple.
“What! No, no! We’re not accusing the two of you of kidnapping children!” The man sputters, shaking his head in denial.
“Well, if you’ll excuse us, we’d like to go home in peace now.” You said, brushing by the couple with your left arm linked with Zhongli’s right arm. The children glared at the couple before letting out a huff of breath, shoving through them while giggling mischievously. 
“The sheer audacity of that woman.” You grumbled, rolling your eyes. “People have no shame these days, I swear.” You sighed.
Once you, Zhongli, and the fourteen children got back to the abode, everything felt like a blur. Despite the entire day dragged on and it felt like an eternity. The last thing you remembered before nightfall was feeding them and having to give the children a bath before changing them into their pajamas right before making dinner for the children— which ended up being a disaster. The bath part was a disaster.
Has anyone ever witnessed an archon chasing around a couple of naked children just to give them a bath? Well, needless to say, you’re the first person to have ever witnessed it with your very own eyes. It was a comical sight! You nearly died laughing while Zhongli gave you the “help me dammit!” look as he was chasing around the giggling naked children. You ended up giving in because you felt bad for watching the archon struggle to catch these energetic and devious children to bathe them.
After the whole bathing fiasco, you and Zhongli made them all dinner. The children are all fresh and clean; they all sit in the living room, occupied with Albedo’s attempt to make the potion that’ll turn them back to their usual selves. They crowded around Albedo, watching him fix the ingredients to make the concoction.
“Do you think it’ll work?” Kaeya asks, peeking from Albedo’s shoulders to see what Albedo is putting into the glass flask.
“It should work! I’m sure these are the actual ingredients this time. I’m almost done, so we can all drink this before dinner starts.” Albedo says, lifting the glass flask up while mixing it with a stirring rod.
“Wait, is this the strengthening concoction, or is this some concoction that’ll turn us all back to normal?” Kazuha asks, crossing his arms over his chest. The blue-green liquid was swirling around in the glass flask; it was almost glittery by the way the light was reflecting off of the concoction. It looks pretty but also intimidating because the boys didn’t know whether it would turn them back to normal or make it worse.
Before Albedo could answer, Zhongli called them all to the dining room for dinner while setting up the dinner table. Albedo quickly finishes up, adding a few ingredients to the potion and mixing the ingredients together. Albedo hands the small test tube to each person. They all downed the concoction, wincing at the taste of the elixir.
“Well, it doesn’t taste nearly as bad as the first one did.” Ayato clears his throat, wincing at the aftertaste of the elixir.
The boys quickly cleaned up and organized the small lab corner that Albedo had set up before walking over to where dinner was waiting for them to ingest. Even though the boys wanted to tell you and Zhongli that they had ingested another round of mystery concoction that was made by Albedo, they were worried that they would jinx it if they were to do so. So, they remained silent and began to eat the food that both you and Zhongli had prepared for everyone to eat. 
Dinner was pretty tamed and quiet—small comments here and there, mainly from you and Zhongli. The little flirtation between you and Zhongli was evident to the fourteen children. Even though they are all children and couldn’t do many things about it, they had to sit idly by and watch Zhongli get you all for himself. 
For the remaining time during dinner, they were all pouting. Whenever Zhongli would make a comment that would make you blush, the boys would interrupt with a random comment. They were trying to cockblock Zhongli, and it was hilarious to see. While the boys expected Zhongli to lose his temper and snap at them, he actually kept his cool and acted as if the boys had never interrupted him at all. Whenever you were eating and had a small crumb at the corner of your lips, Zhongli would wipe it away with his thumb while keeping eye contact with you. 
Sometimes, you would squish his cheeks with your hands when you thought the children weren’t watching. The only time you knew that they were watching was when Venti or Xiao started being fussy, whining for your attention. Right after dinner, you were about to tuck them all into bed (after brushing their teeth). But they all protested and suggested that they wanted to sleep with you in your bedroom.
“I don’t think I can fit fourteen children on my bed. I don’t have much space on my bed except for one other person aside from me.” You said, stroking your chin.
“What? Is that other person Zhongli?” Scaramouche asks, looking over at Zhongli with a pout on his face.
“Hehe….” You giggled shyly.
“No! I forbid!” Childe protests, throwing himself at you with tears in his eyes.
“You forbid what?” You cooed, lifting Childe up in your arms before lightly pinching his cheeks. Childe lets out a series of sniffles before wrapping his arms around your shoulders, burying his face into the crook of your neck.
“Us turning into children put Zhongli fifteen steps ahead of us!” Itto wails, wrapping his arms around your thighs.
“If you’re going to sleep in the same bed as Zhongli, then we will have to sleep in the same bed as you!” Dainsleif declares, crossing his arms over his chest with a faint pout on his face. Dainsleif was never outright affectionate with you, but he does show it subtly. 
“Yes, I agree with what Dainsleif says!” Ayato nods his head, shuffling up to you while dragging Thoma with him.
“Just to make sure there’s no funny business going on, that’s all!” Thoma adds, giving you an innocent smile while rocking back and forth on the tip and heel of his toes.
“Funny business?” Gorou asks, tilting his head to the side in confusion.
You sighed and glanced over at Zhongli; he quirked an eyebrow at you, causing you to become flustered. For some reason, the way Zhongli raised an eyebrow at you was so attractive. Zhongli is just effortlessly perfect, and it was unfair that he has this kind of impact on you.
“Looks like we’ll all be taking a nap in the living room.” You said, turning around to walk out of your bedroom with the boys and Zhongli following after you. “I’ll bring out the extra blankets and pillows.” You said, walking down the stairs with Childe still clinging onto you while Zhongli held both Xiao and Venti in his arms as he walked down the stairs.
“Do you want me to bring out the extra-large mattress we have stored in the closet?” Zhongli asks; you nod your head.
“Yes, please. At first, I thought it was odd for Itto to bring home a huge mattress out of the blue, but this is the perfect time to use it.” You chuckled, placing Childe down on the ground. You pulled out extra pillows and blankets from the same closet where the huge mattress is stored. Zhongli placed the mattress down in front of the couch before helping you prepare the bed, putting bed sheets on the mattress, and tossing a series of pillows onto the bed before organizing them.
“So, we’re all sleeping on this one giant bed?” Diluc asks, patting the giant mattress.
“It seems like it.” Baizhu nods his head, sitting on the edge of the mattress.
“It’s getting late; we should go to bed now.” You said, walking over to the light switches before switching them off. The only thing that kept the living room illuminated was the small nightlight that was plugged into the corner of the living room. The minute you sat down on the bed, the children climbed onto the bed, arguing over who could lay next to you. Zhongli lays down beside you, and Xiao plops on top of Zhongli, snuggling up against the archon. Xiao subconsciously begins to suck on his thumbs, making you coo at the adorable sight.
“It’s like Xiao is your child, Zhongli.” You poked Zhongli’s cheeks as you lay down. Before Zhongli could reply, the boys piled on top of you. You grunted when someone accidentally kneed you in the stomach; Venti was lying on top of your chest, almost asleep. You can hear other children around you grumble in discontentment, muttering about how they wanted to cuddle on your chest, but the spot was occupied by an eleven-month-old anemo archon.
“Hey, be careful.” Zhongli sighs, shaking his head in disapproval while the boys quietly bickered over who gets to lay on your arms and who doesn’t. You ended up laying your head on Zhongli’s right arm while the children were scattered on top of you. 
“Are you comfortable?” Zhongli asks softly; you nod your head with a soft hum.
“I am, but the number of children laying on top of me isn’t so comfortable.” You laughed softly, brushing Venti’s bangs away from his face.
“Do you want me to move them?” Zhongli asks. You shook your head in response.
“Nah, I think we can move them when they fall asleep.” You said, brushing a stray hair away from Zhongli’s face with a tired smile. “We should get some sleep now.” You whispered, letting out a yawn.
Zhongli presses a kiss on the side of your head, “Goodnight, [Y/N].” He whispers into your ears. You feel goosebumps forming on your arms, heat rushing to your cheeks at the proximity between you and Zhongli. You swallowed the forming lump in your throat before snuggling up against Zhongli with a content smile. Even though today felt slow and was crazy, you were glad that Zhongli was there to help you with everything. From assisting you with handling the unruly children to feeding the children, you will forever be grateful for Zhongli and everything he has done for you.
“Goodnight, Zhongli.” You feel Venti snuggle up against your chest, tightening his grip on your shirt. You gently stroked Venti’s head, slowly closing your eyes. Soon, you drifted off to sleep to the sound of soft snores coming from the children around you.
The very next day, you woke up to the feeling of a heavy chest. You cracked your eyes open, only to see Venti peering down at you with a cheeky smile as he was straddling your waist, caging you in between his arms. 
“Venti! You’re back to normal!” You squeaked, gently pushing him off of you so you could sit up on the bed.
“Technically, we’re all back to normal.” Xiao sighs, crossing his arms over his chest.
“You’re really comfortable to sleep on, [Y/N]!” Venti chirps, snuggling up against you with a smile on his face.
“That’s a relief.” You sighed, feeling the tension leaving your body as you struggled to get up from the bed. Diluc and Baizhu help you get up from the bed, clearing their throats awkwardly.
“You’d make a fantastic parent one day, [Y/N],” Diluc says, his cheeks bright red.
“I agree! Although it’s been only a day, I believe that you’ll be a fantastic parent.” Baizhu smiles, patting the top of your head.
“Zhongli would be a terrifying father. So strict.” Childe shivers, ignoring the glare the shirtless archon was giving him. Wait, shirtless?
“Why are you shirtless? Although, I don’t mind seeing you shirtless.” You giggled, covering your reddening cheeks.
“Xiao drooled on me, and I needed to change my shirt,” Zhongli says simply, causing the yaksha to sputter in response. His face was bright red from Zhongli’s response. How dare Zhongli reveals to you that he drools in his sleep! This was one of the reasons why he rarely sleeps, other than the fact that adeptis don’t need sleep to be able to function. You couldn’t help but laugh lightly at the thought of Xiao drooling on Zhongli’s chest, completely knocked out and unaware of the puddle of drool forming beneath his cheeks as he slept.
“I’m relieved that the concoction was able to return us back to normal. It would be a shame if we all remained as children for quite a while.” Albedo says, entering the room in his usual attire.
“I honestly wouldn’t mind it at all!” You said, lightly pinching Scaramouche’s cheeks with a smile on your face. Scaramouche grumbled incoherent words to himself with his arms crossed over his chest, continuing to let you squeeze his cheeks. 
“After all, you guys are pretty adorable children. And also rambunctious and quite troublesome.” You said, looking over at Childe and Itto, who were trying to act casual.
“Now that you got to experience the parenthood with Zhongli over here, would you want to experience the parenthood with the one and oni?” Itto asks, wrapping his arms around your waist before pulling you up against his chest.
“Ha! Get in line, Itto.” Kaeya snorts, pulling you away from Itto with a small glare.
“As if you’re the only one that wants to experience parenthood with [Y/N].” Gorou huffs, grabbing onto your arm while shooting a glare in Itto’s direction.
“Hehe, I don’t think I’ll be a parent any time soon, but I don’t mind being one.” You said, scratching the back of your neck with a sheepish smile on your face.
“I just find it unfair how we all turned into children except for Zhongli, and Zhongli was able to experience parenthood with [Y/N],” Kazuha says, crossing his arms over his chest.
“Yeah! It was unfair!” Thoma frowns, looking away from everyone with a tiny pout as he sulks silently.
“Did you guys see how the two of them flirted with each other?” Scaramouche asks, looking over at you and Zhongli with a look of disapproval. The men grumbled in agreement, nodding their heads.
“Yeah! Right in front of us and everything!” Childe grumbles, sulking beside Thoma.
“All right, all right, let's save this talk for later. We still need to eat breakfast.” Dainsleif says, rolling his eyes at the sulking men.
You don’t know what’s waiting for you after breakfast, but you know for sure that the men will be questioning you on whether you would want to be a parent with a particular man or all of them. While you don’t mind being a parent with the men, what you do mind is what these nonexistent children would be like. Would they be like the men, or would they be the complete opposite of the men? The real question is, would you even be in Teyvat long enough to be a parent with one of the men or all of the men?
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Infirmary Room Confessions
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A/N: Hey y'all! I used to be active on tumblr (a different blog for a different fandom) eons ago and have recently just been lurking in the background on this one. However, I thought, why not give it a go? So here we are, a short Ted Lasso fic to start me off and hopefully get me an in for the Ted Lasso tumblr community!
Pairing: Ted Lasso x hurt!reader
Description: After an accident during training, Y/N ends up in Richmond's infirmary, pleased to see who is there when she wakes up.
Word Count: 948 words
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When you offered to help during training after Keeley gave you the day off, you certainly didn’t expect to end up with a football to the face. You were only meant to be taking videos of the boys’ goal drills for the coaches team to review later. Ted said something about it being the perfect entertainment for “Secret Sandwich Switcheroo”, to which Beard nodded while Roy rolled his eyes and muttered what sounded like “what in the fuck” under his breath.
A minor detail you had forgotten though, was your magnet-seeming relationship with all things bad luck. As your head hit the hard ground of the pitch at the impact of the flying ball, you suddenly remembered this detail. A chorus of your name was yelled at different volumes, your eyes slowly blinking through the pain as you stare up at the cloudy sky.
In a matter of what felt like seconds, a certain gaffer was at your side, his bushy eyebrows furrowed in concern as he stared at you. You attempted to shake your head, hoping to dissuade any of his worries, although the motion elicited a groan from deep in your soul. 
“Oh God, Y-Y/N, are you okay? Don’t worry, Dani is getting the med bag,” you could identify the voice as Ted’s but had trouble concentrating on the actual words, responding with a murmur before your view of the light blue expanse turned to darkness.
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As your eyes opened once again, a light pressure on your thigh squeezed lightly, “Why, hey there, Sonny and Cher.” A small chuckle left your lips while you turned your head to the side, setting sight on the normally chipper man seated next to you, a bit gloomier than normal. 
“Did I ruin today’s training?” 
Ted smiled softly, even when laying in Nelson Road’s infirmary, an ice pack on your head as they waited to test you for a concussion, you were worried about others. “No, sweetheart. Coach and Roy have the boys finishing their drills right now. They’re all pretty worried about you, though.”
You looked at him inquisitively, “Worried about me? What for?” Ted’s eyes widened as he let out a soft and joking scoff, “What for? Y/N, you’re every bit a part of the team as me and every one of those players. They all know it and so do I. Rebecca and Keeley have been texting from their meeting in London to check on you. All of us care about you and want you to be safe.” 
Looking down, your eyes slightly watered. Ted’s kind words ruminated in your mind, taking claim as the true reason behind the tears rolling down your cheeks, though you would adamantly argue they were a result of your pounding headache. Trying to take the pressure off of you, you decide to tease the American as you look up, “Well if they’re all worried about me, how come you’re the only one here?”
A slight blush covered Ted’s cheeks as he glanced down, his tongue sticking out slightly in thought as he met your eyes again quickly before looking around the room, “Someone had to be here to check on you when you decided to grace us with your presence again.” You looked around and noticed the chair at the desk of the team’s doctor was slowly spinning, suggesting she had only recently stood up and left the room. 
Turning back to the brunette with a raised eyebrow and a growing smirk on your face, you decided to push him a little more. Sure, you two always had a natural banter, and over time your feelings for him had changed from platonic to something more, but your uncertainty about if the feelings were mutual kept you from pushing the boundaries. With your current state of mind, all worries about ruining your friendship were replaced with a mix of pain, confusion, and complete infatuation with the tender-hearted man. 
“Interesting…that person couldn’t be Dr. Sanchez? The trained professional?” Ted blushed once again at your words, caught in his small fib. “Oh well sure but,” Ted clears his throat, “I thought maybe it would be comforting to wake up to a friendly face. And I would regret it for the next while if I wasn’t that friendly face for you.” 
A smile appeared on your face, bashfully looking down only to notice that his hand was still on your thigh, his thumb rubbing comforting circles on the athletic fabric covering your skin. Turning your attention back to the man, seeing him wear a smile that resembles yours, you place your hand on top of his, “I’d be happy any day of the week if the face that greets me when I open my eyes is yours.”
Ted chuckles lightly as he tucks a strand of your hair behind your ear, “Well then I guess we’ll have to see to that. Just without the whole ball to the face and knot on the back of the head, yeah?”
Nodding slightly so as to not worsen the pain in your head, you readily agree, “Sounds good to me Coach Lasso. As long as I’m not banned from all future trainings.”
Ted scoffs, moving his hand from your thigh to intertwine your fingers together. “You must be losin’ marbles if you think I’m ever gonna let you out of my sight after today,” a giggle leaves your lips at his comment as he brings your hands to his mouth, kissing the back of yours. Your laughter turns into a content hum as you relax into the infirmary pillow, a smile on your face as you look at Ted, thankful, oddly enough, for your clumsiness that day.
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Hihiii firstly I just wanna say that I love your writing i like how immersing it can get sometimes and just how it hits the feel idk how to explain it other than that so uh... right I just wanna ask if you could write iwaizumi x reader where the reader has this overprotective friend or sibling (idk you choose) and the overprotective friend/sibling just trys break up iwaizumi and the reader at the start but in the end they just end up supporting them basically overprotective friend/sibling with a twist ig? Maybe angsty at the start? I would love to see if you could do this ❤️ and even if you cant its ok and again love your writing I personally liked "Sunshine on Valentines Day" and also hated it cus it made me feel lonely after 😭 (not trying to guilt trip you or anything just really love your work!)
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A Promise to Keep
❅Genre : Fluff, Crack, Comfort, Angst
❅Pairings:  Iwaizumi x Reader
❅Warnings: Vulgar language, mentions of cheating, mentions of toxic relationship (NOT WITH IWAIZUMI)
❅ Summary : You were worried that your parents would disapprove of your new boyfriend Iwaizumi. You should’ve worried about someone else though
❅A/N : Sorry if it was late! I was working on some other fics. Thank you so much for those kind words! I really appreciate it from the bottom of my heart💙💙💙. I do my best making sure my readers feel immersed into the writing 😊😊😊. Ngl this idea popped into my to write list and I enjoyed finally making it though it was pretty challenging. Thank you again for enjoying my writing. It makes me really happy! I used the term nee-chan which is used for girls (since i couldn’t remember if there’s a neutral term for older sibling in japanese) however y/n is gender neutral
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“Nervous?” You asked looking at Iwaizumi
“Yeah, but you look more nervous than I am” Iwaizumi chuckled emphasising that your hand gripping his hand firmly
Today was the day Iwaizumi would finally meet your family. Aside from the normal nervousness one would have of what their parents would think of your parents, your last relationship was pretty bad to say the least so you expect your parents to be more “cautious” this time around.
“Oh! Sorry!” You relax your grip on his hand “I mean you already know the reason why I’d be worried” You spoke softly as you look down
“Don’t worry I’ll make a great impression on them” he gives you a soft yet reassuring smile
“I know you will” you smile back gratefully “I’m sure they’ll love you! You’ve all the qualities of a great boyfriend!” You tried encouraging yourself making Iwaizumi chuckle
“We’ll get through this together okay?” Iwaizumi held your hand more firmly as you gave him a nod
You took a breath before you rang the doorbell. You hear your younger brother informing your parents that someone was here. After a few moments you hear the door lock open as the wave of nervousness comes back crashing in. The door opens and you see your mother.
“Oh it’s just you Y/N!” Your mom gives you a big hug as you did the same before letting go
“I’d like you and dad to meet someone” you said with nervousness as Iwaizumi waves
“Oh! Y/N you should’ve told me you were bringing someone home!” Your mother lightly scolds “Come in!” She opens the door as you both walk in
“Nee-chan!” Your younger brother tackles you as you pull him up “Gasp! Is this who i think it is?” your brother looks at you with a knowing smile 
“Mhmm” you nod as his face widens in excitement
“Hi!” Your brother wiggles his way out of your grasp and runs towards Iwaizumi as he holds him in his arms “You’re nee-chan’s boyfriend right?” your brother whispered his question whilst Iwaizumi lifts him off the ground
“Has she told you about me?” Iwaizumi smiled at the young boy as he responds with an excited nod making your boyfriend chuckle
“I’m on your side” he whispered on Iwaizumi’s ear “If you make my nee-chan happy then I’m happy” He gave your boyfriend the brightest smile making his heart swell at your brother’s adorableness
“Thanks little buddy” Iwaizumi smiled back to your younger brother the pet name making him smile even more
“I really like him!” Your brother looks to you as you smile at him
“Everyone! Dinner’s ready!” Your mother calls out
Iwaizumi puts your brother down and as he gets down he dashes towards the living room.
“ Well I’ve got one” Iwaizumi chuckled as he looked at you
“Well he’s known from the start and it isn’t that hard to convince him” you chuckled back as the both of you walk to the dining room
After a while everyone gathers to the dining room and takes a seat
“You’re lucky we had just enough dinner for everyone” here your mother chuckled “You should’ve told me that you were bringing someone along! I would’ve loved to treat him with my signature dish” your mother rambled
“Do you like tofu?” Your younger brother looked at Iwaizumi as he ate a portion of tofu
“Yeah, it’s part of my favourite food” Iwaizumi smiled to your younger brother as he gasped
“Really? It’s my favourite too!” Your brother exclaimed excitedly “Nee-chan I like your friend a lot!” Your brother gave you a happy smile putting you at ease from the awkwardness
“Speaking of which” your father cleared his throat “You mind introducing us to your friend?” your father looked at you then at Iwaizumi
“Oh right! This is Iwaizumi” you introduced as Iwaizumi waved “He’s uh my friend” you mumbled
“I see…” your father spoke quietly making you nervous “Seems more than that” your father looked at your hands slightly touching as you both blush
“Right! He’s… he’s my boyfriend” you looked away bashfully as your father took a sip from his tea however you feel your older brother’s intense stare looking right at you
“I see…” He said once again sipping more from his tea
“It’s been awhile since you brought someone here” your older brother stated coldly
“Well, I’d like to get a proper introduction to your boyfriend” your mother looks at you “To get to know him of course” you mother reassured you with a smile
“Well… We go to the same school, we’re in the same class, we’ve known each other for a while-” you explained but you were interrupted by your younger brother
“Yeah! He’s on their volleyball team! He plays their ace! His spikes are amazing!” Your brother’s eyes sparkled in excitement explaining everything he knew as all of you look at him
“Someone sure knows a lot” your father chuckled at your brother’s excitement
“I’ve seen him on TV before!” Your brother eagerly said“Oh oh and! He’s super serious when it comes to talking to his team and he looks super scary but he’s super sweet to his fans especially to Y/N!” Your brother continued to explain making Iwaizumi blush red at his last statement
“He sounds like a wonderful person” your mother smiled at you making you smile back nervously
“Yeah yeah yeah! He's a total gentleman and-” Your brother was about to enthusiastically share more though your older brother interrupted him
“I think that’s enough for now” your older brother nudged the younger child as he stopped
“Thank you” you whispered giving him a thumbs up as he gave one back
“From the looks of it, he sounds like a responsible and kind young man” your mother spoke as she ate her soup
“I like the athletic types, strong enough to keep someone like my child protected” your father said “Am I right?” Your father looked at Iwaizumi 
“Yes sir” Iwaizumi nodded
“Is that a yes?” You hid your excitement asking both of your parents
“If he can keep that promise then I’m fine with your relationship” your father stated 
“If our little boy is that enthusiastic about everything he says, I’m sure i need not to worry with such a responsible man” your mother gave the both of you an approving nod
“I’m sure this one would have a lot to say if we objected” your father chuckled as you all looked at your younger brother who was trying to hide his excitement
“Yay! You’re part of our family now!” Your younger brother got of his seat and gave Iwaizumi a big hug
“You just gonna let them off like that?” Your older brother interjected as you sighed “You just trust everything they say?” Your brother scowled making your younger brother pout
“The description your brother gave fits” your mother responded “he’s sitting here very well mannered and even brought us a gift” your mother said as your older brother scoffed
“Yeah! Stop being such a Debbie Downer!” your younger brother’s pout turns into a very angry scowl
“You think I’m being a Debbie Downer?” Your brother stated coldly as he stood up from the table with rage “Stop being so delusional! Don’t you remember how broken they were with that last son of a bitch who came here!” Your brother’s voice seethed with rage as you slowly signalled Iwaizumi to leave
“Y/N are you sure-” Iwaizumi said but was soon interrupted by you insisting on him leaving
“You don’t know that!” You yell at your brother “You know nothing! You barely even talked to him let alone know what he’s like!” you continue to berate your brother as he grit his teeth 
“As if we can trust your judgement” he crossed his arms “Who knows you might’ve broughten a cheating scumbag back into our house” he glared at you as you clench your jaw to stop yourself from crying
“Watch your mouth when you talk to your siblings like that” your father interjected as your brother scoffed and stomped back to his room 
“Sorry about him” your mother sighed as your younger brother asked for you to pick him up
“Don’t be sad nee-chan!” Your brother gave you a comforting hug
“Thank you” you hug him back tightly
“I’ll be sure to give him a piece of my mind later” your father huffed as your mother patted his shoulder
“Let’s not worsen the situation” she spoke “Don’t mind him Y/N, we both trust you” your mother gave a comforting smile as you smiled back softly
“ Thanks, I should check on Hajime though” you said as you walk to the door as you open it you see Iwaizumi sitting on the ledge of the porch
“Can’t say he still won’t bother us anymore” you sighed as you sat with him
“Sorry about all this” Iwaizumi frowned slightly
“It’s okay! He’s always like that!” Your brother spoke up as he sat in between both of you “He’s always so grumpy when it comes to y/n and me” your brother pouted as he laid his head on Iwaizumi’s lap making him chuckle slightly
“He’s just overprotective of us” you commented “But sometimes it feels too overbearing of him” you sighed tiredly
“It’s okay! You can get through it together!” your brother stood up and hugged you both tightly together
“Thank you buddy” Iwaizumi smiled
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You were glad at least your parents were on your side. You understood why your brother was like that as he just wanted to protect you. Though you won’t let him bother you or Iwaizumi. You knew better than him that he’d never leave you broken-hearted. Unbeknownst to you your brother was already plotting something.
“Nee-chan! Are you gonna visit your boyfriend?” Your brother ran towards you as you were about to leave your house
“Yeah! His team’s been working very hard so I made them lunch!” You smiled as your brother looked at the neatly made bento boxes you were carrying 
“Can I come? Please!” Your brother said with his puppy eyes making you giggle
“C’mon let’s go!” You said as he jumped in joy
As you both walked towards the gym you weren’t surprised to see Oikawa’s fangirls waiting at the door for the brunette. You paid no mind to them and opened the gymnasium door. As you opened the door you saw a girl talking to Hajime and Oikawa holding something. You observed the girl give Iwaizumi a box of something then she proceeded to run off past you outside the gymnasium.
“Who was that?” You asked Iwaizumi as you both walk over to him
“I think she was a fan” Iwaizumi replied as he examined the box
“Hey who’s this?” Oikawa kneeled down at your brother holding your hand
“I’m y/n’s brother!” Your brother waved excitedly
“Did you come here to see me?” Oikawa smirked as Iwaizumi rolled his eyes
“Are you Oikawa?” Your brother tilted your head
“Yeah! You must know all about me!” Oikawa laughed to himself
“You’re Shittykawa!” Your brother said excitedly making you and Oikawa’s eyes widen whilst the whole team and Iwaizumi hold in their laughter
“Don’t say that!” You scold as your face flushes with embarrassment whilst your brother looked at you with confusion
“Who told you to say that?” Oikawa asked trying to hold back his anger 
“I heard Iwa-chan say that!” Your brother pointed at Iwaizumi
“How could you teach a child to say that!” Oikawa yelled at Iwaizumi making him roll his eyes
“It’s true though” Iwaizumi shrugged off
“Nevermind all that! Nee-chan made food for all of you!” Your brother exclaimed as you show the boxes of bento
“Woah really?” Makki walked over to you looking at the bento boxes you were carrying
“Yeah I made it for all of you” you smiled
“I was just getting hungry, thanks Y/N” Iwaizumi smiled back
“Thank you Y/N!” The team bowed in gratitude as you handed over the bento boxes
“Hey little guy, why don’t you watch us play volleyball after we eat” Oikawa suggested to your brother 
“Can I?” Your brother looked at you with pleading eyes
“You have a curfew though” you teased making your brother pout
“C’mon Y/N” Oikawa pestered as you chuckled
“Alright fine” you said as your brother jumped in joy
“Can you teach me how to play?” your brother asked excitedly
“Yeah! We’ll teach you everything” Makki smiled “But you don’t wanna learn from Oikawa, we call him Shittykawa for a reason” he whispered
“I heard that!” Oikawa yelled as Makki brushed him off
You were overjoyed seeing your brother having fun with the whole team. You wondered how everyone could deal with how much energy he was outputting.
“Someone’s having a lot of fun” Iwaizumi commented looking at your brother trying to serve
“Hopefully he doesn’t turn out like Oikawa” you chuckled as you looked at him to see the box still wrapped “Why haven’t you opened the box yet?” You tilt your head
“Oh, I forgot” Iwaizumi said as he grabbed the box and opened it revealing  chocolates and other goodies inside
“It’s all Godzilla themed” you examined the box
“Yeah, I wonder how she’d know I don’t exactly tell anyone about it” Iwaizumi pondered
“Your phone case tells otherwise” you giggle showing him his phone as he blushed
“Iwaizumi got a fan! That's a first” Makki when over to the both of you “Usually Oikawa’s the only one with fans” Makki sat down next to both of you
“Y/N’s sitting right there” Matsun chuckled
“It doesn’t count if they’re dating though” Makki responded
“Well, I’ll always be his number one fan!” you hugged Iwaizumi
“Nee-chan look! I can do a serve now!” He tried to serve but it only ended up hitting Oikawa making the team laugh “Oops sorry!” He tried helping Oikawa up
“We need to work on that” Oikawa said slightly dazed
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You slightly disliked the idea of fangirls giving your boyfriend gifts, however you knew that he was bound to have fans being the ace of the team so you understand. It’d be fine if it was different girls giving him gifts but the same girl kept giving him gifts every single day. Each gift had something that not alot of people knew about which slightly made you uncomfortable. You tried to pay no mind to it but that same girl kept bothering Iwaizumi trying to get all his attention, even when he tries to tell her to lay off gently she doesn’t get the hint.
“Are you okay Y/N-chan?” Oikawa asked you as the both of you walked to the gymnasium
“Huh? Yeah…” you spoke 
“Is it about that one girl bothering Iwa-chan?” He asked looking at you
“N-no what makes you say that?” You tried to hide your jealousy making Oikawa chuckle
“It’s written all on your face Y/N, you’re cleary bothered by it” Oikawa pointed at your discomforted face making you sigh
“I appreciate that he has fans, I mean he’s always been insecure about being in the shadow but…” you spoke looking down
“But you don’t want them to be all touchy and grabby with him, am I right?” Oikawa guessed as you nodded “I understand I mean he did try to let her off gently but she still persists” Oikawa sighed in annoyance
“I don’t wanna make it seem like he can’t hang out with other people or have fans but… It makes me feel bad about myself” you expressed your turmoil
“Hey, it’s alright to be jealous! You can’t control how you feel” Oikawa gave you a smile of reassurance “Don't feel bad about yourself! Iwa-chan would never replace you, especially if it’s a pick me like her!” Oikawa encouraged making you smile
“You seem bothered by a fan that’s a first” you chuckled
“If it was my own fan I wouldn’t really care but if it’s bothering my best friend’s significant other! It bothers me too!” Oikawa smiled at you
“Thank you Shittykawa” you teased as he frowned
“Hey! I just gave you kind words!” Where’s my thanks He crossed his arms making you laugh more
“You’re right, I’m sure it’ll all blow over” you said as you open the gymnasium door
“Something wrong, Iwaizumi?” Makki asked putting all his stuff down on the bleachers
“The girl who comes here everyday she won’t leave me alone” Iwaizumi replied with an annoyed expression plastered on his face
“Oh the one giving you gifts?” Makki asked to which Iwaizumi nods “I can see why” Makki chuckled
“She’s more annoying than the fans Oikawa always has outside the gym” Iwaizumi huffed making the pink haired boy laugh
“It makes you wonder how Oikawa can bask in all their attention” Matsun chuckled as he interjected
“I really wouldn’t care if it wasn’t bothering Y/N” Iwaizumi sat down placing his hand on his forehead “They don’t wanna admit it but it’s clearly bothering them alot” he continued
“You told her to lay off already right?” Makki asked as he sat down with Iwaizumi
“Hundreds of times” Iwaizumi responded “I even told her straight up when we were alone” he let out a sigh of frustration
“She sounds super obsessed” Matsun added
“What if someone’s paying her to do that?” Makki suggested “I mean not even Oikawa’s fans are that obsessed with him” Makki placed his hand on his chin
“You know… that might be it” Iwaizumi thought
As you opened the door you felt your life flash before your eyes. You and Oikawa saw the girl leaning into Iwaizumi sharing a kiss. Your eyes start brimming in tears feeling overwhelmed at what you were seeing. Iwaizumi pushed her off, his eyes widened looking at you. You couldn’t bear the sight anymore so you ran away to compose yourself. Oikawa catches up to you and held you to stop you from running
“Y/N! Listen to me!” Oikawa holds you tighter as you try to get out from his grasp “We both know Iwa-chan would never hurt you!” He reasoned with you stopping you from moving as tears fell from your cheeks
“I know but… It still hurts…” You continued to cry as Oikawa rubbed your back
“Hey, c’mon let’s just hear him out this could all be one big misunderstanding” Oikawa held you up as Iwaizumi catches up to both of you
“Y/N I can explain she forced herself-” Iwaizumi was cut of by your tight hug
“I knew you wouldn’t do that but I guess my insecurities took over” you explained nestling your head in his chest
“I’d never do that to you… I won’t ever treat you the way that bastard treated you…” Iwaizumi hugged you back “I made a promise to your little brother after all” he smiled at you
“He’s a little guy but he’s pretty scary” Oikawa chuckled
“I can’t disappoint my little buddy” Iwaizumi chuckled along “Anyway I think I know what’s going on” Iwaizumi said as you and Oikawa look in confusion
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Iwaizumi explained how the girl admitted she was being paid by someone for doing all this. You instantly knew who would do this so you stormed back to your house as quickly as possible.
“Oh y/n you’re home early!” Your mother smiled but soon faltered seeing your serious face
“Oikawa and Iwa-chan!” Your younger brother runs up to the both of them
“I think now’s not the time” Oikawa chuckled nervously as he picked up your brother “Why don’t Iwa-chan and I go play outside and teach you how to play more volleyball” “Oikawa takes him to the backyard as he squealed in joy
“What’s going on?” your mother asked confused
“Where’s b/n?” You inquired with a serious tone ignoring your mother’s question
“Right here” your brother said walking down the stairs “I see you’ve brought him again” your brother glared looking at Iwaizumi and Oikawa playing with your little brother outside
“Trust me he isn't your biggest problem right now” you scowled “How could you pay a girl to ruin my relationship with Hajime!” You accused making your brother scoff while your mother widens her eyes
“I want an explanation now!” Your mother looked at your brother with an angered expression
“Wow, accusing me now? I told you your new relationship would make you more delusional than you already are!” He rolled his eyes making you laugh
“I’m delusional? You’re the delusional one if you think you can pay a girl to make him do the same exact mistake as my ex did!” You argued back “You don’t need to hide it, she fessed up already!” you continued to yell angrily
“So what if I did huh? It won’t be a matter of time till he does that to you!” Your brother confessed still trying to defend himself making you more angry
“You don’t know that! You don’t know anything!” You yelled as you started tearing up 
“Why don't you listen to me!” He yelled back as your mother tried to come both of you down “I don’t want you to end up like that again! It was my fault why you were like that in the first place! I can’t let you feel that way again knowing I didn’t do anything to stop it!” He explained as his eyes glistened with tears making your expression soften
“I know you want to protect me but… I’m sure that he wouldn’t do that to me… He was there for me when it happened, he was the one who was with me the entire way and was helping me get through it” you explained as your brothers eyes widened “Honestly I don’t think I would’ve been able to get through it if it weren’t for him” you smiled reminiscing at the thought “He already showed it to me today how he’d never do that to me from how you staged everything… I know you want to protect me but I know for sure he would never do that” you looked at your brother eyes “So please… give him a chance” you asked with pleading eyes as he wiped away his tears
“Don’t blame yourself hun” your mother comforted your brother “It was completely out of your control and you didn’t know that it would turn out like that…” your mother hugged your brother “If you give them a chance you’re already protecting Y/N by allowing a responsible young man to be by their side” your mother continued
“Yeah! And he promised he’d never hurt Y/N!” your brother interjected walking inside
“Sorry, we heard all the fighting from the inside and the little guy couldn’t contain himself” Oikawa scratched the back of his head
“Please give them a chance! Let Y/N start over happy! We all want that for them right?” Your younger brother pleaded 
“Alright, I’ll take your word Y/N…” your older brother agreed, making your younger brother jump in joy “Sorry Iwaizumi for all this and what I’ve put you both through… I understand if you won’t forgive me” he scratched the back of his head
“It’s alright we both want to protect her” Iwaizumi smiled accepting your brother’s apology
“Okay! No more fighting! It’s so tiring” your brother huffed as you picked him up
“Don’t worry we’re all tired too” you smiled kissing his cheek
“Let’s go play more volleyball” your brother exclaimed
“I thought you said you were exhausted” Oikawa chuckled
“Nope! I wanna play!” Your brother said making you all laugh
“Why don’t I teach you how to spike?” Iwaizumi offered making you smile seeing your younger brother’s joyed expression
“All's well that ends well” you smiled sighing in relief
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I was so immersed with this one the argument and the "cheating" hit my heart 😭😭😭 Thank you so much for requesting this again! This was a banger 50th post!
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CH. 30 Return to Chapter List
Juice x Female OC multi chapter full length fic
18+ ONLY BLOG * MINORS GO AWAY!!
Angst * Fluff * Comedy * Smut 
A/N: Y'all are legit the most patient folks ever...will a little Miss Loretta make up for taking so long? Truth be told I was ironing out some timeline issues and didn't want to post until I was sure nothing would affect this chapter. Thank you for peeking in and inquiring about this update (you know who you are). I'll let you get to it! Enjoy! And thank you for continuing to read this story. It means so much that you are enjoying it as much as I am enjoying writing it. ;)
⚓SOA belongs to Kurt, my heart belongs to Juice and this story (and any OCs) belongs to me. I DO NOT give permission for this to be re-posted anywhere. Reblogging on tumblr however, is a lovely compliment to pay.⚓
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Here we go...
Chapter 30: No Words Left
Juice was laying between Raniyah’s legs on the couch playing a game, when her laptop sounded off. The muffled chiming announced a video call coming in.
“Oooo,” Raniyah grimaced. “It’s ma.”
“I forgot about today.” Juice sat up quickly, the last thing he wanted was for Miss Loretta to see him with the evidence of a fight still on his face. “Shit…tell her I’m not here.”
“I ain’t lying to her for you!”
She started to get up from the couch but he tugged her back. “It’s one little lie!”
“Oh no it’s not, ‘cause she’s gonna ask questions and I’m gonna have to lie through every single one of them.”
Wide-eyed, he argued “Come on, Ronnie. You have to! She’s gonna shit!”
“Yes, she is.” Setting her laptop on the table, she opened it. “But, she’s gonna wanna see you, so think of something not too outrageous to say.”
“Ronnie!”
“Be happy she can’t see your leg! Come sit down!”
Muttering fuck under his breath, Juice sulked like a child over to Raniyah and sat next to her.
“Hello, you g--!” Miss Loretta leaned closer to her screen, eyes wide. “Juan Carlos Ortiz! What happened to your face? Your face! Ro?!”
“Ma? You’re yelling.”
“Well, what happened to Juan?!”
Raniyah loved that her mom was getting all worked up over Juice and poked the bear. “Ask him, it’s his face!”
“Raniyah Annaliese Carson!” 
“Ma. Ma! Calm down, okay? He’s fine.” Nudging Juice’s shoulder with hers, she grinned. “Tell her you’re fine.”
Despite being uncomfortable with Miss Loretta seeing him this way, their exchange happening as if he wasn’t sitting right there made him smile wide. “Hey, Miss Loretta.”
“Ooooh no! You do not ‘hey’ at me! What happened to your face, sweet boy? Your beautiful face!”
Juice tucked his chin down under the weight of her concern, wanting to erase the worry from her face as quickly as possible. “I got in a little fight that’s all. It’s nothing.”
“A fight?” Miss Loretta’s voice went higher in pitch but she was calming down and switching over into ‘information gathering’ mode. “Raniyah were you there? Are you okay? Juan, look at me. Are you really okay?”
Juice warmed under her motherly attention. “I’m good. Can’t even feel it.”
Miss Loretta’s squint landed on a different target. “Raniyah, you didn’t answer me. Were you there when this happened?”
Raniyah knew that the only way to end the interrogation her mom wanted to start was to lighten the mood. Grinning, she crossed her eyes at her, “No, I wasn’t there. He was out there doin’ manly, neanderthal things all by himself, and I was here - safe and sound like the good girl I am.”
Hearing that her mom rolled her eyes. Raniyah added, “But I hear the other guy got a good taste of Queens. Mr. Bad Ass here did his own damage.”
Under the table, Juice squeezed Raniyah’s thigh in thanks, leaving his hand there.
“Don’t encourage him, Raniyah! It’s not a joke.”
“Sorry, ma.” Raniyah nudged Juice’s shoulder with hers again, grinning at him. “I kinda like it. It gives him an edge.” She bumped him under the chin with her fist. “And wasn’t there two guys?”
Juice chuckled, giving his most innocent smile to the camera. “Yep.”
Miss Loretta sat back in her chair for the first time since the call began. “Oh, for heaven’s sake you two!”
The rest of the call moved away from Juice’s battered face and on to the news that Raniyah had finally gotten her moving allowance deposited in her account and other more trivial things. When ending the call, however, Raniyah saw the look her ma flashed her before she disconnected. Oh boy. It was clear Miss Loretta was gonna have plenty to say later.
0.o.0.o.0
By mid-afternoon, Raniyah was talking Juice into going to the store with her so she could make the steak sandwich she was craving.
“Why can’t we just order them?”
“Boy, please. No offense, but ain’t nobody in Charming making the type of sandwich I want.”
Juice complained through the store but two hours later was holding his stomach after wolfing down two steak sandwiches layered with melted Swiss cheese, caramelized onions, strips of fire-charred poblanos, tomatoes, lettuce and mayo on soft hoagie rolls.
With a sleepy smile, he watched her while she finished eating, “You need to make me that every day till I die.”
Grinning and swinging her legs Raniyah was proud that he liked it that much. “Till you die?”
“Yep.”
They put the leftover food away and cleaned up together but soon enough, Juice’s full belly was calling him to a nap. At first snore, Raniyah dragged him off of the couch and into bed so they’d both be comfortable. An hour later, he woke up to Raniyah sitting up with her back on the wall, looking at her laptop quietly typing.
Stretching, he rolled over scratching his chest, “Hey, girl.”
“Hey.”
He frowned at her flat tone, rolling onto his side to face her with curious eyes. He didn’t like the tension he felt coming from her. “What?”
Raniyah couldn’t bring herself to look at him, the words stuck in her throat. To Juice it looked like she was trying to decide what to say. And it couldn’t be anything good.
“Just tell me.” Juice felt his anxiety begin to stir, her struggle was increasing his heart rate. Sitting up, he frowned, “What?”
She kept her eyes on her screen. “I got an email on Friday. With everything going on I hadn’t checked my inbox. I--…they said they’re ready for me to start in the office.” The end of her sentence trailed off. Her volume lowered till it was just above a whisper.
Juice slowly laid back with his hands under his head, staring at the ceiling. Trying to ignore the tightness he heard in her voice, he said nothing. 
“That means I have to get ready to go to Nevada…this week.” Raniyah would swear she could hear the dust particles floating in the air. His silence was killing her nerves. “Jay, are you--?”
He cut her off, his voice was soft, “I hear you. When?”
“They want me in on Wednesday at the latest so...I have to leave Monday. I need time to unpack and do laundry. I haven’t even thought about how long it’s gonna take setting up my room. I have to call my cousin and tell her I’m gonna be--.”
Juice brought his arms down, his hand barely brushed her leg but it stopped her rambling. Raniyah was buzzing with emotion and getting more upset by the second looking at his stoic expression. She couldn’t read his silence and it was making everything so much worse. Talk to me!
“Fuck!” Raniyah jerked to sitting up straight, closing her laptop. She wished he would look at her or say something - anything. “I knew this was coming but I just--”. Wiping her eyes roughly, she shook her head refusing to look at him now. His silence made her welling emotions even harder to control. “This is stupid. Sorry.” Wiping her tears away as fast as they tried to fall, she muttered an apology for losing it. “I’m sorry.”
Raniyah couldn’t see the waves of nauseating anxiety rolling through Juice, leaving a copper taste in his mouth. His heart was pounding so hard that he tried rubbing it through his chest. Massaging as deep as he could, he held his breath feeling the numbness in his arm moving down to his hands. Jesus. 
Quietly, he sat up. “I gotta…I gotta get up.”
Raniyah watched him walk out of the bedroom without so much as a glance back at her and new tears welled up. Biting her lip, she tried to pull herself together but how could she when she didn’t want to leave? She stared at the doorway hoping that he would reappear. She wanted him to talk to her, she needed him to. She didn’t know what she expected to happen, but this shutdown that he was doing wasn’t it.
Instead of him coming back, she heard his game start up. Raniyah wiped her face and took several deep breaths before padding down the hallway. Standing near the couch, she waited for him to look at her. His jaw was set for gameplay, his fingers flying, but she wasn’t fooled.
“Talk to me.”
Hearing her voice, he held the controller loosely, his fingers unmoving. Without him to direct the battle, screams of dying soldiers on his team filled the air between them.
“Jay.”
Juice rolled his shoulders and cracked his neck, tossing the controller onto the floor, his leg bouncing. “What am I supposed to say?”
Raniyah worried her lip between her teeth. It was a fair question. “I don’t know. I don’t know what to say either.”
“Okay.”
Caught off guard, Raniyah spat out a tiny laugh, “Okay? What does that even mean?”
When Juice looked up at her, the corners of his lips raised in a weak attempt at a smile, but his eyes were devoid of joy, “Okay…you have to go…I mean--.” He shrugged in his conflict. Now that they were facing the very thing they knew was coming from day one, he didn’t know how to feel. He knew they were both thinking it. We’re fucked.
Juice stood up and faced her. He could hardly stand to see the dejected look on her face. Ronnie. Shaking off the sadness that had begun to cloud his face he closed the space between them.
“Hold on.”
Confused, Raniyah let him brush past her, “What are you doing? Hold on for what?”
Headed back to his room, Juice called out over his shoulder. “Just wait. I got something for you.”
“What?”
“Just wait a sec.”
Coming back, he held out a slim, black velvet jewelry case. “Here.”
Raniyah stared down at it before taking it. Opening the case she was struck dumb by the necklace inside. Running her fingers over it, she couldn’t utter a word.
“You got me something for all my birthdays, so I got you something, too.”
A curved, silver lighting bolt with a mother-of-pearl inset and diamond baguettes on the bail, dangling from a silver chain stared back at her. To Juice’s pleasure, her eyes grew huge. “Jay! This is…it’s too much.”
Smiling softly, he stood closer but didn’t touch her. “No, it’s not…it’s just for seven birthdays instead of one.”
He insisted on helping her put it on and Raniyah put a little speed in her steps to get to the bathroom mirror to look at it. Juice leaned in the doorway, while she looked at her reflection. His eyes were not at all confident when he asked, “Do you like it?”
“Are you kidding me?!” She rolled her eyes at his doubt that she could do anything except love it, “Of course I do! It’s beautiful!”
He stepped into the bathroom behind her, looking at her through the mirror. She looked at their reflection, seeing them together after so many years. No wonder ma cried the way she did. It hurt her heart to see his face settling into whichever emotion he thought would carry him. If he can handle this so can I. Refusing to be sad, Raniyah turned around and pulled him closer by his waist, holding up her new charm. “It looks like your tatts a little bit.”
Juice smiled softly, knowing he did that on purpose. “Yeah.”
“You know…somebody might think I’m taken or something ‘cause of this.”
“Good.” Juice glowered down at her, “ ‘Cause I ain’t tryin’ to hear shit about a ‘somebody’.” He gave her a quick hard squeeze when she smirked in amusement at his annoyance. “Hey,” he said, ducking his head down and raising his eyebrows. “Fuck all of them…you’ve kinda always been my girl.”
Raniyah’s face scrunched in the ridiculous level of delight she felt at hearing his words, nose wrinkling and dimples dipping. “Oh really?” Putting on her heaviest Queens accent, she looked him up and down, neck rolling. “Well then, I ain’t tryin’ to hear bout a ‘somebody’ eitha. Fuck all these skinny ass, hoe ass, skank ass bitches. Feel me?”
Feeling a pang for NY in his chest that he hadn’t felt in years, Juice grinned at her over-the-top act. “Deal.”
Raniyah beamed at being able to put a smile back on his face. They both knew it was the strangest introduction to a conversation about long-distance dating there could be, but it was also so very much a ‘Ronnie and Jay’ way to go about it.
Hugging her tight, he dropped a warm kiss on her forehead. He murmured against her skin, “I’ll come see you a lot, I swear.”
Without letting him go, she kissed his chin, “I have most weekends off. I can come down. It’ll probably be easier for me to get away than you.”
With his eyes fixed on hers, he spoke the only promise he could, “We’ll figure it out.”
As much as her heart wanted to believe they were talking about the same thing, her ears needed clarity. Acting against her nervousness, she looked him straight in the eye. “Do you want to?”
“What?”
“Figure it out. So we can be--”, she lifted one shoulder, letting her sentence trail off. “Together, together.”
“Yeah.” Juice’s heart was ramping up speed. His eyes bored into hers, not wanting to miss any sign that he was getting what she was saying wrong. “Do you?”
Raniyah’s dimples dipped, “Yeah…I do.”
Biting the inside of her bottom lip, she swallowed hard and ran the backs of her fingers along his jaw. There was no way she could leave Charming without telling him how she felt. Just say it! 
“I don’t want to be with nobody else, Jay." There was a bit of a tremble in her voice when she spoke again, "I love you.”
Juice tensed then drew up to his full height. This wasn't the 'love you' phrase she tossed around regularly in their dealings with each other. His eyes scanned her face, searching her for uncertainty and glowing on the inside from not finding any. She loves me. His smile cracked the surface and words he wanted to echo back sat on the tip of his tongue refusing to launch for fear of what the admission would do to him. He fingered the necklace he had given her briefly then cupping her face, he broke through his struggle. "Me, too. You know that, right?"
Raniyah blinked in surprise. For some reason, she didn’t expect him to confirm it so quickly. Her nod freed him to kiss her. They stood in that tiny space, arms wrapped around each other tight. Starting and stopping their kiss to memorize what love looked like - desperate to hold on to the depth of it that they knew they had with each other. Finding what their lips weren’t expressing in each other’s eyes, the loyalty they were promising in the silence. In the end, they both knew they were avoiding putting everything into words because the risk was so high.
Two days. They had two days left. They were both thinking it. Even with their feelings laid out plain they needed time that they didn’t have to sort things out or make a plan. Happier than they thought possible, they stood with foreheads resting together, holding their breath against the other emotions pummeling them black and blue on the inside.  
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Waking up Sunday morning, Juice stretched, smiling at the form buried under the covers next to him. She loves me. Rolling onto his back he put his hands under his head, his mind already working on ironing out the details. Her cousin’s house in Vegas was less than a day’s ride. He’d have to be mindful of where they went because of his cut but it wasn’t like she was going to want to hang out downtown. For now, he just didn’t want the Vegas chapter to know about her. He wasn’t ready, she wasn’t ready. He didn’t like that it would have to happen eventually but maybe he would feel differently once a bit more time had passed. She wasn’t his old lady…but as far as the notion of having her seeing anybody else went, she was.
An ugly reality crept into his happy thoughts…sharing. Croweaters. Avoiding them was easy with Raniyah there, but they would all know when she left. His stomach soured thinking about his last run-in with Trina. She had left him alone ever since, only occasionally cutting him a dirty look. But then there was Zoe. 
Zoe had tried to approach him the Wednesday before while they loaded up for the job with Lin. When he pulled up, she was outside parked on a bench, waiting. He could feel her watching at him the entire time he dismounted and walked up to the patio area. He would have walked by, ignoring her but she latched onto the fabric of his hoodie, stopping him.
“Juice?” Her whining voice grated on his nerves more than ever. “I was waiting for you.”
Juice frowned at her hand still holding his sleeve until she let go. Why doesn’t she get it? “For what?”
She startled at the sharpness of his tone but kept going. “I just miss you that’s all. I mean, I know…Raniyah is here.” She practically choked on her name, raising his annoyance with the entire conversation even more. “But I thought we--”.
“What we?” Juice cut her off, his brow furrowed deep, thinking…how does Jax deal with this shit? “It’s not happening. Okay? Not ever.”
Shocked at his immediate, complete rejection of her, she sputtered out, “She doesn’t even care about you enough to stay!”
Juice would have at least tried to be nice about wanting her to find a new focus of attention, but her speaking on Raniyah’s loyalty to him flashed a fire in his gut, making him instantly pissed. Every word out of her mouth incensed him. He squared up on Zoe but she didn’t take the hint. Looking up at him, she tried for her practiced soft voice, not quite achieving it under his simmering hostility. “She doesn’t, baby. Don’t you deserve somebody who won’t leave you?”
Hoping her last words would have an effect, she had the gall to attempt placing her hand on his chest.
“You done?” He snapped and her hand froze in the air.
Zoe blinked at the ferocious expression on his face. Juice’s look didn’t soften when she conjured up her Texas-sized tears. “Baby, I just--.”
“Good.” Cutting her off, he spoke through his clenched jaw. “And you don’t know shit! Stay the FUCK away from me.”
Juice hadn’t been back to the clubhouse since Thursday and he wondered if she was going to try him again. He and Raniyah planned to go there later on so she could see everyone one more time before leaving, and he hoped that he wouldn’t have to check her again. Rolling over, he pulled the covers down off of Raniyah’s head and she immediately frowned trying to snatch them back, growling at him. A tiny smile crept on his face. Maybe I should just let Ronnie handle her. His chest bounced in a chuckle at the thought as he scooted himself closer to her, nuzzling against her cheek.
“Wake up.”
“No,” she grunted, tugging the covers up to her eyes.
Juice kissed her hairline and whispered, “I’m taking you to breakfast.”
Raniyah opened her eyes a bit, lowering the covers enough for him to see her sleepy smile, “Okay.”
Juice stroked her hair out of her face, dropping another kiss on her forehead. With his mouth still pressed to her skin, the tongue that had failed him the day before managed to work again, “I love you.”
If he was unsure whether or not he actually said it loud enough, the look on her face when she lifted her head, assured him that he did. Fighting the covers that twisted themselves around her in the night she burrowed herself into his chest, wrapping her leg around him. Snuggling as close as possible, holding him tight she didn’t say a word. Juice rubbed up and down her back, pressing intermittent kisses to her head. They didn’t need anything else.
How was he supposed to go from this back to waking up alone? He didn’t want to think about it but he knew - it was what he was going to miss the most.
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A/N: I hoped you liked this chapter and frankly put... I love you guys. See you next chapter! 💜kjx💜
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Guys My Age
Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Female!Reader
Summary: Daryl and the reader have had a 'sort of' sexual tension for a while but, given their age gap, Daryl's never made a point to act on it and neither has she. But it finally becomes too much when Daryl catches another man flirting with the reader.
Word Count: 4.2k
Warnings: Smut (18+), swearing, mentions of alcohol.
A/n: This post was originally requested by @leahlovestwd but it was eaten by the tumblr-verse! How cruel, I know. So I wanted to write it in oneshot format to make it up to my lovely friend. I adore you, thanks for this request!!
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"You have to stop looking at him like that." Maggie mutters to me, bumping me with her shoulder as she bounces Judith lightly on her lap, happy coos coming from her and she flashes a gummy smile.
"Like what?" I ask but I already know what she means, my lips parted and eyes longingly watching Daryl as he chops wood outside, biceps straining and sweat dripping down his forehead from spending so much time in the hot sun today. Much to my excitement, all I've had to do today was to watch him like a fool.
It's been harder to gawk at him since it's gotten dark outside, sounds of the walkers outside the chainmail fence making the environment a little less peaceful. He's thrown me a few glances every once in a while, Glenn reaching over to smack him every time he catches him looking at me.
"Like you're deprived of him. You're looking at him desperately." I am desperate for him. I just give her a simple shake of my head as if I'm trying to deny what she's saying but I can't lie for the life of me, skin flushing just at the thought of how much I truly, desperately want him.
"Because I'm desperate for him." I mutter, reaching out to take Judith from her, needing the distraction of her bubbly happiness to tear me away from my dark, naughty thoughts of someone who's nearly twice my age.
"Oh god, sweetheart, you need to just go talk to him. Beth said he always asks about you whenever you're not around." Maggie gushes, turning in her seat so she can face me completely, a wide grin on her lips as my head whips to look at her with wide eyes in disbelief.
"Yeah?" I gasp, stealing a glance at Daryl who enters the prison once more, stripping himself of his shirt and sealing the last bolt on the coffin in the grave I've dug for myself. "There's nearly fifteen years between the two of us, I don't think he's interested."
It's taken months for me to even speak to him and maintain a playful, somewhat flirty type of conversation and I can only imagine how long it'll take me to actually make any sort of substantial move towards him without worrying I'll offend him or, even worse, disgust him.
I think that will take some time.
"I think he probably thinks the same thing 'bout you." I bite at. mylip, letting myself go there- letting myself dream about the day that he tells me that we've both been fumbling around each other, walking on eggshells, worried about each of our feelings for one another. That would truly be the dream.
"You think so?" I ask once more and Maggie reaches out to put a hand on my shoulder, giving me a soft, promising look.
"I know so." She chuckles, hand covering up to conceal the loud yawn that escapes her. "I gotta get some rest, you mind putting her to bed?" She nods at Judith and I give her a soft smile, looking down at the sleeping baby in my arms, pretty much answering Maggie's question.
"No I can do it, I'll talk to you in the morning." I reach out to give her hand a simple squeeze as she makes her way by me. I take a deep breath, cradling Jude to my chest as I snuggle down into the pillows and blankets beneath me the best I can, trying to do what I can with the makeshift couch the boys made for whoever's resting with Judith.
"Hey Y/n!" The rest of the boys enter the room moments later, a young guy Jake at the front and center and he's coming my way with a sleezy smirk on his lips. "You look good." He wipes his hands off with the rag that he tosses over his shoulder, hands resting on his hips.
"Thanks." I give him a polite smile, hoping it'll make him go away and when it doesn't and when he takes another step closer to me, I hold Judith tighter to me.
"She seems to have really taken a liking to you. Must be something about you." He coos and I bite back the urge to gag at the way he's obviously flirting with me, a not so subtle mischievous tone to his already creepy voice that he saves just for me.
"She's just a really easy baby." He doesn't seem to take my lazy answers and kneels down in front of me, not even bothering to look at Judith as he reaches out to brush some of my hair behind my ear.
"Or maybe because she can recognize a lovely woman."
"Thank you Jake, if you excuse me, I have to go put her down to bed." I'm quickly up on my feet, stirring Judith a bit but it won't matter when I'm away from Jake and safely tucked into her room.
"You know where to find me." Jake pats my hip as I walk by him and I bite back my grimace until I'm climbing the stairs, a shiver running down my spine at how creepy and forward it was of him to flirt with me in front of that whole room of people while I'm holding a baby.
"What a fucking creep." I mutter to myself as I lower Judith down into her crib, watching her squirm and attempt to roll but she gets stuck on her back, gurgling a bit before settling down. Her eyes close completely, fingers snug around my pointer finger and I grin, feeling so lucky that I get to have the company of this innocent life.
It makes the apocalypse so much more bearable.
"Hey." My head whips around to see Daryl standing in the doorway, leaning on the cell with a fresh shirt on, no more grease or dirt covering his tan skin.
"Hi Daryl." I smile, hearting racing as he takes a few steps towards me to peak over the side of the bed at Judith.
"She likes you." He reaches out to poke her belly, pulling a smile from her lips and I gasp, looking at him like 'how'd you do that?' and he chuckles, giving me a gentle shrug.
He's so soft and kind sometimes, the complete opposite of what he shows other people and I wish he'd loosen up a bit to show everyone the side that he shows me. Maybe some day but, for now, I'll struggle (not so much) being the only one he's gentle with.
"She likes you more." I bump him with my shoulder, seeing a gentle blush on his cheeks even in the dim, damp light of the prison.
"Nah, you're a natural." His compliment has a deeper meaning and I know it, but deciding to not tease him about it is probably the right idea. "Was Jake bugging you earlier?" HIs soft voice switches to something more stern, more protective than before, and I smile to myself, giving him a shake of my head even though I'm lying through my teeth.
"He always bugs me. Thinks I want something to do with him or something." I huff, reaching up to run my hands down my face with a quiet groan.
"I can take care of him if you need me to." I smile gratefully at his offer, loving how protective he gets.
"It's okay, I know I can handle him but when I can't I'll make sure to send him your way." I reach out to pat his chest, thanking him for his care but he just gives me a stern smile that says 'it's no problem'.
"Good." He mutters, looking back outside my cell for a moment as he bashfully reaches up to scratch at the back of his neck. "Sorry."
"For what?" I ask, pulling my hand away from Judith, figuring if she's not asleep now, she will be soon. I fold my arms over my chest as Daryl thinks of what to say, a small shrug tugging his shoulders upwards.
"Bugging you too."
"You could never bug me." I promise, brows pulling together in a furrowed, confused look as he chuckles, shaking his head in disbelief but after a moment a look of realization passes across his expression "Contrary to popular belief, I love being around you." He softens a bit, shoulders rolling in relief as we subtly exchange the feelings we've both been feeling for too long. We've been silent too long.
"I like being around you too. Maybe too much." He chuckles breathlessly with a wide eyed, knowing look.
"You don't gotta stand all the way over there, ya know." I offer with a sheepish smirk, swaying back and forth with my fingers linked behind my back. His brows raise subtly and cutely, almost asking a question that I can't put my finger on.
"If I step any closer, I'm afraid I'll do something I regret."
"Like?"
"Like kiss you." He whispers, the tips of his socks touching mine and I grin, reaching out to rest a hand on his chest.
"That's not as bad as what I was thinking of doing to you."
"Goddamn." He mutters and suddenly I feel so small under his gaze, wanting nothing more than to cave in on myself as I give him a bashful smile. "Oh really? What’s got you all quiet?” He asks, head tilting playfully at me as I grin, my eyes rolling. I lean forward, tucking my face into the crook of his neck awkwardly as he laughs, hands tentatively reaching out to rest on my hips, walking me further back towards the exit so he can lead me from Judith's room. "C'mon." dragging me into his room and shutting the door with his lip tucked between his teeth. “I’m not complaining at all, but what's got you flirting with me. I'm fucking shocked but not complaining.” He whispers sincerely through a small laugh and I peak up at him through my lashes, a coy smile on my lips. He smiles down at me softly, hands returning to the place on my hips, thumbs brushing into the bare skin where my shirt rides up.
“’m nervous.” I mumble, his eyebrows raising kindly as he shakes his head, not knowing what I mean.
“Why’s that?” He asks in return, his gaze fluttering over my face as I pause, the words that I've imagined saying to him for years now stuck on the tip of my tongue, unable to formulate and form a coherent thought. Daryl just looks at me, teasingly and longingly, but it's his hands and the way he's looking at me that has me fumbling.
His typical deep eyes have a certain mischievous depth to them, almost as if he knows that he's intimidating me beyond belief, stalking me like a predator watches a prey.
“I want more.” I whisper, the three words making his eyebrows pull together but I can tell by the look in his eyes that he knows exactly what I’m referring to.
“More of?” He urges simply, his fingers dancing under my shirt, the tips of his fingers dancing along my spine. Shivers erupt through my body, my frame moving closer to him, wanting nothing more than to be as close to him as I possibly can be.
“More of you.” My fingers gently fist the material of his shirt as he smiles, leaning down to press a kiss against my forehead. We're both waiting for the other person to make a move and, for a second, I think he's going to kiss me when he rests his forehead against mine, his nose bumping against mine as I wait for him to take the next step.
“There’s no rush.” He whispers, soothing all of my anxiety that I could possibly have, validating all of my worries and anxious thoughts. I nod, knowing his words are true but mine are truer.
“Why not rush, though?” I ask teasingly, laughing as he rolls his eyes playfully and his head lolls back. “I want to. I want more.” I shrug simply, his head bobbing in a nod and I watch as he ponders, my chin moving to rest against his sternum.
“What if I said I was nervous?” He asks, my eyes widening at the thought. I had never thought that he would also be hesitant to also have sex, but I could tell by the worried look in his eyes that he was telling the truth. The thought does nothing but comfort me and fill my belly with butterflies.
"Then we don't need to do anything if you don't want to." He thinks for another few moments, thoughts running rampant as he looks down at me. "No rush." I reiterate and suddenly he shifts, his body pushing me back towards his bed.
"I want more too." I look at him, waiting for any move, any words and he grins to himself before shoving me back towards the bed, my back hitting the mattress with a loud 'oof'. He's quick to follow me, crawling on top of me, fitting perfectly between my legs like he's meant to be there. “What if I also said that, when it comes to this, I really don’t know what I’m doing?” He chuckles shyly, a small sigh leaving my lips.
“Then I guess I’ll figure it out, hmm?” I reply simply, my body moving to push him over onto his back to take the stress off of him and take it into my own hands. He looks up at me, shocked, as my leg swings over his hip as I seat myself on top of him. His hands hover nervously over my thighs, his lips parting in a shocked look. “I think I can probably figure it out." I chuckle, watching his eyes flickering down from mine, to his lap and he looks nervous, his hands unsure of what to do or where to touch, like he’s never touched me before, never hugged me after a good hunting run or when we've finally managed to get Judith to bed after a long day.
But this, this I know, is different.
I take his hands in mine, moving them to rest against my thighs as his chest deflates in relief, thankful that I helped him make the first move. It's almost as if he wants. My hands wander, slipping under his shirt as I help him lift it over his head and y hands rest against his chest, dancing down his abdomen that tenses under my feather light touch.
“Fuck.” He whispers breathlessly, his eyes fluttering shut as I lean down to capture his lips in mine, taking him by surprise and pulling a deep groan from him. His strong hands cup my cheeks, guiding me through the kiss as his tongue brushes against my bottom lip. “Fuck, fine.” He whispers, hands moving up the expanse of my thighs to rest on my ass, gently pulling me against him. I moan as his hips jump against mine, the feeling making me stop my movements, my forehead resting against his shoulder. “I’m not rushing, but I am not cumming in my pants.” He whispers with a laugh as I snort, my lips moving to find to his.
Our moans mix between us as he hardens underneath me, the feeling making my head spin. My fingers wrap around the edge of my shirt, our lips briefly leaving each other’s to pull it over my head. I sit up, spine straightening and his eyes immediately train on my chest, his jaw slacking once more. I chuckle nervously at his reaction, his eyes moving to look up at mine. His hands move to rest on my waist, helping my hips move against his as he gasps. My fingers tangle in his hair as he kisses me senselessly, my thighs shaking and aching and I moan greedily, nails scratching against his scalp as he whimpers, head falling back.
“I need you, Daryl.” I whisper, my eyes fluttering over every emotion that passes over his face; shock, excitement, nerves. His pupils are blown to high hell, lips swollen and damp from kissing me senselessly and his chest rises in heaves at my words, head bobbing in a stunned nod.
We make quick work of kicking our pants off, doubling checking that his cell is closed enough to ward off any possible intruders and I giggle, my lips finding his once more as an arm wraps an around my waist. He flips me over quickly onto my back, all of the air leaving my lungs at the move.
“Fuck that was hot.” I chuckle breathlessly, his eyebrows raising teasingly at me. “See? We can do this.” He nods, not needing any more convincing as he rests in between my thighs. Feeling him pressed against me, just flimsy layers of clothes separating us makes my mind fuzzy.
“Fuck you’re so warm.” He whispers, his forehead resting against mine as he peers down in between us and I move my thighs instinctively to wrap around his waist, pulling him even more against me as he moans, my lips taking advantage of the moment. The kiss is messy as his hips rut into mine, the movement completely out of his control at this point. I moan loudly at the feeling of him nudging against my clit, the fire in my belly growing hotter and hotter with every touch. “Fuck, I need you.” He whispers against my lips, my arms wrapping around his neck to claw at his back. I chuckle breathlessly, my reply coming out stuttered and slow.
“Then come on.” I urge with a smile, my back arching off the bed as he laughs. His fingers reach around my back, his tongue poking out as he attempts to unlatch my bra and, though he struggles for a moment, his eyes closing in concentration, he finally gets it with a proud laugh. He pulls the material away from my body before tossing it to the ground without care, pressing his lips to my chest, no hesitation. I moan loudly as his lips brush over my nipples, the skin heated and sensitive. My hips buck into his, his lips traveling down my sternum and to my stomach. “No, no, no. Come on, please.” I whimper at his teasing, his eyes glimmering with mischief.
“Let me taste you.” He whispers in a small plea, lips brushing against the tops of my panties and I whimper at the feeling, his fingers gently teasing against my thighs.
“I want you inside of me, please.” I beg and his lips gently press against my clit through my panties and my head falls against the mattress with a thump as I give in, a pleased moan leaving his lips.
“Gotta spend some time in between your thighs.” He whispers, my knees bending as he flattens his tongue against me, humming quietly. My fingers thread through his hair as he sighs, his index finger pulling the clothing to the side. He chuckles gently at the reactions he's dragging out of me and his fingers move to pull my underwear off of my body, tossing them to the floor with my bra as he hums. He crawls up my body, lips finding their home on mine as I whine.
Finally, after a few moments of trying to slip out of his boxers, he’s successful. I feel him rest against me, bumping against my clit as he pulls away from me, his eyes burning into mine.
“You had this planned. You’re the one fucking me.” He mutters teasingly and my head tosses back at his words, my eyes fluttering shut and after few beats of silence, his lips press against my cheek as I sigh. “You’ll tell me if it’s too much?” He asks quietly, his thumb rubbing into my hip as I smile softly up at him.
“Of course.” I whisper, my fingers gently running through his hair. “Don’t feel bad if you finish and I don’t.” I add, his eyes rolling playfully as his cheeks warm. "Old man."
“Either way, you’re cumming." He whispers gruffly, his naughty words contradicting his tone that sounds like a promise. I feel him position himself against me, my heart pounding in my ears as I grip onto his shoulders, preparing myself for what's to come with nervous butterflies in my stomach.. “Shh.” He whispers, gently placing kisses along my skin as he tucks himself into the crook of my neck as he slowly pushes into me, the sting of the stretch makes me gasp. His hands gently rub my hips, trying his best to soothe me. “Ohhh fuck.” He moans, his hips stilling as he bottoms out. I take deep breaths, tears pricking my eyes as he kisses my cheek softly. “You okay?” He asks, his eyes finding mine in the dark room as I moan.
“Burns. In a good way, though.” I let out a small laugh, the groan leaving his lips makes my walls flutter around him.
“Fuck you are so-” He cuts himself off, twitching inside of me and I hum, feeling so full and safe with him wrapped around me. “So warm and- fuck- tight.” He whispers, gently sucking on the sensitive skin of my neck, probably leaving marks but I can't find it in me to care. I relax into him, the feeling of his fingers gently kneading the skin of my breast making the burning sensation dies down a bit. He gently pulls out before thrusting back in, a moan leaving my lips at the feeling. The way that he seems to be filling me, make my legs tremble, moans leave my lips uncontrollably; that's hot enough on its own.
After a few minutes, the pain wears off and his thrusts speeding up. Our moans and whimpers mix in the room, his lips occasionally finding mine in a messy kiss. I’m completely soaked now, dripping around him and onto the bed below us. One of his hands travels down to wrap a hand around my thigh, hoisting it high on his hip as I squeal.
“That feel good?” He asks, my head throwing back as I moan loudly. “I’m taking that as a yes.” He chuckles happily into the crook of my neck, his thrusts deep and slow as I hold onto him as if I'll evaporate from his grasp. “Fuck, I’m not gonna last long.” I know that either way I’m going to end up enjoying myself and, deciding to take things into my own hands, I clench around him, enjoying the way that he stutters out a breathy moan.
“You can cum. I want you to.” I whisper, my lips skimming against the shell of his ear and he moans loudly, hips pounding into mine as he grips my waist, chasing his high as I thread my fingers through his hair, giving it a gentle tug. He groans loudly and his shoulders strain deliciously as he gasps, fingers fisting the sheets beside to me.
“Come on, Daryl. Please.” I whisper, my fingers gently pulling at his hair as he topples over the edge with a loud groan, his hips thrusting a few more times before slowing their pace and I can feel the way he's filled me out when he thrusts out of me the slightest bit.
Quiet breaths leave his lips, his back heaving with strained breathes and the room settles in a comfortable silence, my fingers gently raking through his unruly hair, the other hand rubbing circles between his shoulder blades as he rests his weight on me.
His hips rest between my trembling ones, still buried inside of me as he softens and I find my place gently press kisses to his temple, his head shifting to press a kiss to my throat. No words are said, there’s nothing to say. We sit in a comfortable silence, arms wrapped around each other. I can tell he’s shy, his face not leaving my shoulder as I feel his eyelashes blink against my skin.
I gently run my fingers through his hair once more before moving to rest on his jaw, tilting his chin upwards. I look down at the sleepy man, his eyes blinking slowly, a shy smile on his lips.
“Sleepy?” I ask, a small hum leaving his lips as he closes his eyes, rolling over and using his discarded shirt to clean the two of us before pulling me into his arms. I rest with my head on his chest, his hands pulling at the blankets to cover our naked bodies, figuring we'll worry about the logistics and feelings of what we just did in the morning.
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peterokii · 8 months
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Hello 👋!I love ur content(Seroroki is just❤️‍🔥😩) and i hope ur doing well.Jesus bless you❤️🧡💛💚💙🩵💜💅🏾!I see a lot of ur Serorki fanart on Google but I never know that u Tumblr so I create an account just for u,lucky boy😁!And just saying I sont understand ppl that are LGBTQphobic like,it's their choice but pls,show at least some respect.Im very sorry that ur going through this and and some ppl disagree ur choice.We need to respect everyone and their choices in this world bc we have on one life to live.And don't worry about I,pls.I luv u and ur artstyle it just so unique ♡.Stay urself and never change for the other.Ur strong,unique and yourself.And I loooove ur name i wish I had it(I'm a girl but it's okay,I think..?)You just encourage me to draw Seroroki but I'm so lazy and bad😩💀.And dont forget to smile and ur subs will always support you unconditionally.]UR PERFECT AS U ARE REAPEAT W/ ME UR PERFERT AS U AREI hope u read this bye👋♥ (I think I forgot smt,but I don't know!)(thinking)(Oh yeah!kiss kiss <3<3<3)Ppl hate lgbtq are just🥶🤓.AND I KNOW,ITS NOT A QUESTION BUT ANYWAYS
thats nice but.... being trans is not a choice? it's anything but a choice also, people don't get to disagree with my identity. you don't get to disagree with who someone is, it's not "their choice", it's discrimination and hate speech.
your message is well meaning, i can see it, but i hope you'll reconsider these kind of views. hating is not a "oh it's their choice" situation, it affects people for real. it's not a "agree to disagree" matter. it's a "i cant go out without thinking someone is going to see who i am and be agressive based on that". it's a begging everything the cashier doesnt say "maam". it's a "i hope the pharmacist doesnt give me a weird look today".
being trans, or gay, or anything under the LGBTQIA+ umbrella is not a choice. you're right that we deserve respect, but hating us is not a point of view we need to respect in return. it's hate, plain and simple. and hating individuals based on their identity is, once again, not okay. it will never be.
i'm glad you enjoy my work, i truely do. and i dont think you have any bad intentions, but i hope i can explain in the nicest way possible that the matters of LGBTQIA+-phobia is a lot more that just a difference of point of views.
much love.
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mirkwoodmunson · 2 years
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after trying to let eddie have a distraction-free week to focus on his schoolwork, you reward him for a job well done.
contains: smut, fluff, praise kink, est. relationship, pet names, fingering, unprotected p in v (use protection — we don’t live in a fantasy world) tw: cursing ofc, all of the above mentioned a/n: at work the other day a man said ‘this what you want?’ to me in a very gentle voice (about a pen, but 😮‍💨) so this has that to thank and also thanks to 100 followers!! some celebration smut 🥳 disc: i do not give permission to share my content outside of tumblr; please reblog and do not repost; my content (even sfw) is not meant for minors; i am not responsible for the media you consume online.
It’s always a particularly long wait when you have something to look forward to, and today you’re very, very much looking forward to getting to see Eddie.
So much in fact that you find you can’t quite stop squirming in place, struggling to focus on work, every few minutes finding you’re squeezing your thighs together. You shift in your seat and nibble your lip to hold a whine when the extra pressure makes your toes curl.
Oh you were in a mood.
You’d been thinking about him all week, and while you did call at night when you were both home, it was still your idea: cut Eddie off as incentive for him to study for an important upcoming test; if he did well, well… and if he did bad… Look he was gonna get lucky either way — not that you two didn’t mess around on the reg, the point was you just wanted him to try harder, at the same time worried that you were proving to be a distraction.
He had begrudgingly agreed, partially due to said reward, partially due to your sweet pleading puppy eyes as you’d asked him.
“I just want you to be able to focus on this. Won’t you just try it this once, Eds? For me?”
A heavy sigh as he melted under your adoring gaze, pulling you in by your hips.
“For you, princess? I’d fly to the moon if you asked.”
“Nooo~!” You whine, giggling, kissing all over his face, “not that far!”
He’d caught your lips with his and scooped you up.
“I’ll make it worth the wait, Munson,” you promise breathily, to which he’d given an aching sigh.
Thinking about it now you find yourself blushing and pressing a cheek into your hand, pinkie stroking your lip as you think of his pressed against it.
Whether or not he did well on the test you weren’t sure if you wanted to try this again, this long away from him had been unbearable. Even if it helped and he was able to focus, you now in turn were barely able to get any work done these last few days. Far be it from you to be clingy but he was static, you couldn’t brush him off even if you wanted to and the more you tried the harder he stuck.
“Heading out, y/n?”
Your coworker startles you out of your daydream and chuckles for it, holding up an easing hand, “oh, sorry!”
“No no, uh, just distracted — I’m coming.”
You cant help but grin like a maniac and your coworker snorts, heading out with the others as you gather your things in double speed.
Eddie had said he’d pick you up today.
As the last one out you make sure the door is locked behind you, but after that you’re dashing into the parking lot — the sight of a boy standing in front of his crummy van makes your heart skip, and you practically skip along with it towards him, squealing right into his arms as you hop up into them.
He growls and hefts you up and shoves his face into your neck sucking and nibbling and kissing and holding you tight to him, while you giggle and squirm and cling to him. Static.
“Here I was worried you wouldn’t miss me,” he murmurs into your throat.
“Yeah right, Munson,” you breathe, fingers splayed into brown curls at the back of his head.
“Shitty idea,” you groan, tugging his hair to pull his head back for a deep, much-needed kiss, breaking off to chant against his cheek, “shittyshittyshitty — missed you so so so much.”
He breathes a deep laugh against your mouth and then nibbles your earlobe, before setting you back on your feet, letting you slowly slip down against him.
“One of your worst, l/n,” he chides sarcastically, “buuuut~…” His voice lilts and teases and you take in a soft breath, lifting your brow.
“‘But’..?!” You bounce a little on your heels and grin.
His face drops quickly, and he clicks his tongue, “but, uh… Sorry, doll…”
Yours drops too and your frown a little, “ohh I’m sorry E—“
“I passed!” He interjects, cackling a burst of laughter and picking you back up as you squeal and throw your arms around him.
“You passed!!?”
He pulls away, pushes out his bottom lip,
“What, didn’t believe in me?”
“Nooo no no no no, I’m just excited I’m happy for you I’m really happy Eds,” you peck all over his face and he snorts, starting to carry you away.
“Well, deal’s a deal, babygirl,” he opens the passenger door and nearly chucks you inside, giddy and excited.
“Time to make up for lost time.”
Wayne had left for his shift, the trailer was quiet and still; until the air was cut by the door slamming open, the twisted form of you and Eddie leaned into it as you grasp and kiss and drag at each other.
He grabs the front of your top, groaning as he reluctantly pulls away from you and tugs you to the side, closing the door and locking it before pulling you in again and hungrily latching to your mouth with his own once again.
It’s almost aggressive — possessive — the way he just has hold of your shirt with one hand, pulling you to him, the hem lifted a bit to reveal your soft tummy, his other hand smoothing over your lower back and pressing your lower halves together.
“Eddie,” you pant, brow furrowed as he nips along your jaw. “You can’t tease me today. Okay?” It’s a plea, and it makes him purr soft laughter.
“After you teased me all week long? Making me think about you, making me wait for you — for this. Doesn’t sound very fair,” Eddie just barely whispers against your skin.
“That’s different, Eds,” you close your eyes as he sucks marks into the spot just below your ear. “That was to help you focus.”
“Oh, believe me, I wasn’t focusing. I passed — barely. Doesn’t mean you weren’t still a distraction.”
He starts walking backwards, still holding your shirt and tugging you along with it.
“But don’t worry,” at his bedroom, Eddie turns you to the bed and carefully lays you back, taking in the view before meeting your eye again.
“I don’t think I have the patience to tease you today, sweetheart.”
You sigh and lay your head back as Eddie lifts your shirt up to your chest, starts pressing soft kisses to your skin trailing downward till he hits the band of your pants, not hesitating to shimmy them down your legs with your underwear — you lift your hips and legs in aid, squirming into the sheets until your lower half is fully exposed.
Eddie looks high on the sight of it, jaw slack and eyes hooded as he lowers to his knees on the floor in front of your thighs — just shyly split open to reveal your mound, wet and clenching around nothing. He slides hands up your plush thighs and gently eases them open further,
“Just relax, there you go — I got you now,” his breath puffs against your wetness and you squirm a little, Eddie shushes gentle in response and strokes your thighs.
“Fuck… looks like you’ve been distracted too, sweetheart.”
You cant help but tense and writhe under his touch, under his heated gaze, aching between your legs and then throbbing as Eddie slides a finger into you.
“Just pulling me in, like a good girl,” he pants, kissing the crease between crotch and thigh, another finger sliding in before he begins pumping them gently, curling them up and dragging the tips against the wall.
“Eddiiee~,” you mewl pathetically.
“I’m not teasin’, not teasin’,” he promises, “Just missed this pretty little pussy…”
You were both already intoxicated on each other, missing the touch so badly even for just a week that every pressing of skin to skin made you shiver and coo, made you ache and made Eddie ache for you.
Eddie mouths around the sensitive skin at that crease, runs a finger over it and sucks in a breath when it makes your cunt throb around his digits and elicits a whimper from you.
“Now you’re teasing,” you hiss, arching your back.
Eddie chuckles, deep and erotic and nibbles skin.
“Sorry, baby…”
Keeping his fingers inside he moves up onto the bed, covering you with his form as he kisses you again, deep and hungry and needy, working your cunt gently as you whine into his mouth.
With his free hand he fumbles with the front of his pants and belt, trembling slightly as he tries to undo everything quickly and keep fingering you at the same time.
Luckily you come to the rescue, helping him out and unbuckling the belt, then undoing the button and zip. He tries to stop you there but you’re driven and determined to free his cock, the shape of it hard against the crotch of his jeans.
“Whoaahh easy, hey hey hey,” his voice is gentle yet rough with desire, trying to ease your hand away but his attempts are halfhearted at best, looking down and watching your fingers flutter about, watching them hook the band of his exposed boxers and tug them down — cock springing free, fattened and pink and leaking.
“That what you want? Mm?” His eyes practically shine as he keeps watching, slowly fingering your slick-noisy cunt as you grasp his cock and tug, stroking slowly as he emits a pitched moan.
“You want my cock, pretty girl? That it?” Eddie rocks his hips, humps into your hand, and takes in a slow, sharp breath.
“It’s okay. I’ll give you what you want, don’t worry — I got you.”
Your eyes are slipped closed as your head swims with ecstasy, pressed back into the sheets as Eddie adjusts himself over you, reluctantly taking your hand from his cock so he can wrap his own around it, the one he’d been using to finger you — the loss of sensation nearly makes you cry, but Eddie is quick to ease you, moving between your legs and pulling them over his thighs.
“Pretty girl… so fucking pretty, all laid out for me… been thinking ‘bout this cock all week long, yeah?”
“All week, Eds, all fucking week~”
“Goood girl… I been thinking about you too, thinking about this pussy,” he prods his thick cock at your entrance, eyelids fluttering as he sighs, floating on the needy moan you breathe as you lift your hips.
“Thinkin’ about fucking you, thinkin’ about the sounds you make, those cute little whines, fuck,” he sinks further into you and he actively has to calm himself, cock giving a firm, threatening throb as your cunt pulses around him, greedily pulls him in.
You whine in need, fists twisting into the hem of his shirt at either side, head thrown back as you squirm beneath Eddie and beg for satisfaction, for him to fill that aching void.
He obliges you happily, biting his bottom lip as he now holds your hips in a firm grip — thumbs almost painfully digging into the bone of your hips, holding you still as he bottoms out and plants his cock deep inside you, freezing once he’s fully seating and trying to calm his heavy breathing — your bodies trembling together.
He crashes down over you and dominates your lips with kisses and bites, your moans and whines muffled by his mouth as you do quick, stuttering ruts with your hips.
Eddie attempts to find a rhythm, tries to fuck you to a beat in his head but he’s cursing in a broken voice and shakily rolling his hips into yours, languidly sliding in and out — the sounds of his penetration mixing nicely with your combined, desperate sounds; Eddie groaning and grunting into the shell of your ear while you whine and squeal every time he bumps that target at the end of the tunnel.
Your bodies are rigid the way they shift together, trying to hold back but still chasing that shared release, drunk on the way the other desperately clings and ruts and trembles — too eager to even fully undress what with Eddie’s jeans and boxers tucked beneath the rise of his ass, just enough room for him to pull out and take you; your bottom half bare but your shirt pushed up for Eddie to watch your breasts bounce in your lacy bra. So needy for each other you couldn’t make it all the way to bare skin.
As your noises grow more breathless, louder and with a deeper ache, Eddie starts to groan and curse under his breath, unable to form full solid words as he pants, hooking his hands under your knees to lift them a bit, your bottom rising slightly. He sits up a bit as well, scooting closer between your legs and giving you both a new angle — hips smacking into the backs of your thighs, rutting deeper and every thrust hitting that target over and over. Your back arches and your brow lifts, reduced to breathless squeaks as tears prick your eyes.
“Baby I ca— God, fuck — I can’t hold it, I can’t hold it anymore…” Eddie grunts, trying to thrust but only managing to rut into you, grinding himself into you as he buries his face in your neck.
You wrap arms around his shoulders, whining against his ear, “inside, Eds, inside inside inside, please please please~”
Eddie’s whole body goes taut and he trembles, stuttering a groan against your dewy skin, hips flush against you and twitching as you feel the heat spill deep inside your cunt from his throbbing cock, sending you over the cliff’s edge where you sink into an orgasm that envelopes you in warmth and waves and silk and Eddie.
The two of you gently rut throughout your orgasms, riding them out together, tangled and damp but satisfied and tingly with it after a long week without — until Eddie softens enough to carefully pull out, laying sweet kisses in a necklace over your collarbone in apology as you whine, sensitive and fucked-out. You feel his cum start to spill from you onto the sheets but you’re both too worn out to actually get up just yet.
Eddie drops into his side next to you and pulls you into him, where you nestle against his chest and gently kiss his throat.
“You gonna cut me off again, next time I got a big test?” Eddie rumbles drowsily.
You snort and shake your head, “never again. Too long. Next time, I’m thinking flash cards.”
He laughs and strokes knuckles up and down your arm.
“Aaaand every time I get one right?”
“No spoilers, Munson,” you state simply.
Eddie laughs again, nuzzled into your hair, and gives you a squeeze before kissing you into the sheets.
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"Learn to Love (Pt. 5)"
Oooh, unexpected 5th part
That's because of Tumblr's word count, lmFAOOO-
I will post Chapter 1 of the continuation pretty soon! Writing it as we speak, actually
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You place two random little figurines on the table, before hurriedly taking them both off. Is it too much? Too little? You NEED to put on the finishing touches before they arrive, but something isn't quite right...
"They'll all be here any moment... ugh, WHY isn't my artist brain being all artsy right now...?"
There needs to be a certain amount of added detail to the table, to make it look fun yet not cluttered. But...
The sound of an enthusiastic chirp interrupts your thoughts. Oh no! They're here! You put the figurines back before making a move. Rushing out the door of the mostly empty storage room, you stop them from coming right in.
"Waitwaitwait! Not yet!"
You wave to dissuade them. Cap, Mimi, Jacq, and Saguaro. You called them in for one specific reason. A reason you weren't ready for, because... well, reasons.
"Oh, that's all right. I can wait for a moment, you?"
Jacq turns to Saguaro, who looks at him before nodding.
"Yes, I have some time."
You feel bad. Saguaro was a little more busy than usual today, having agreed to help bake something special in the cafeteria, which certainly threw a wrench in things. It wasn't either of your faults, however, and you'd be quick.
"Okay! Lemme just... er..."
You run back in, pulling the little gifts you had prepared out from under the tablecloth and in front of your display.
...huh, that... that actually helps. It makes the figurines look less like clutter, too, if that even makes sense. Still, though, you brush off your uniform, take a deep breath, and walk out again.
"Hah, so... you may be wondering why I had you all come over here..."
The boys all nod, but Mimi actually shakes her head 'no'. You're immediately worried.
"Wha- Mimi, did you figure it out already??"
She shakes her head 'no' again, trilling politely. Why? You think back on what it is you said exactly. 'You may be wondering why I...'
Oh, wait. Of course she wouldn't question you wanting to see her. You're her trainer, after all. You swallow down the feeling of the little heart attack you just had before clearing your throat.
"Hehe, r-right, right... ANYWAY, yeah, uh, the uhm... I have a..."
You back away into the room again, this time not closing the door.
"-yeah, sorry, I just wanted to do something for you, to show my appreciation."
"Ooh, really?" Jacq questions, eyes full of curious wonder. Ah... hopefully it isn't underwhelming...
"Y-yeah... so, uh, come in! For a second, at least, heh..."
You turn and walk in with your head down. They follow, and you're honestly kind of terrified of what their reactions might be, but you hear your duo chirp in surprise.
Turning to them, you see them running towards the table in awe. They look at the gift bags, noticing the ones with little doodles of their faces on the tags. Mimi trills in delight, rubbing the electic sacs on her cheeks and discharging a small amount into her own fur. Cap actually squeals- a sound you've never really heard from him before, after he bumps the tag to straighten it out a little so he can see it better. They seem happy just seeing the tags, their reactions actually making you feel a lot better. Grabbing the first bag, a pink striped one, you turn to the man.
"Okay! Saguaro, I wanna give you yours first. You can, uh, take it to your room if you like, don't worry about sticking around!"
You hand it to him, pointedly looking away from him, being sure not to let your hands linger too long. He takes it and bows a little.
"Thank you, I truly appreciate your thoughtfulness. It pains me to leave so soon, but we must thoroughly prepare for today's menu. Farewell, everyone."
He nods at everyone, giving you all a small smile before making his leave. You couldn't help but wonder what it was they were making. Regardless, you clap to yourself, refusing to look at the only other human in the room despite knowing he's looking at you now.
"So! Uh... it's... all right, come here."
You walk towards the table again, picking up his purple dot-patterned bag, the negative space resembling stars. Just like everyone else, his had a little doodle of his face on the tag, but you refused to look at it.
"Here ya go. It's not much, but it's... uh, a thing."
He looks at it. You can hear the excitement in his voice as he looks over the bag.
"Oh, hey! That's me!" He says, no doubt staring at the tag.
"Hehe, yeah, I uh, wanted to prepare you for the theme of the gift..."
He looks up at you, now even more curious before looking back down at it for a moment.
"Aww, you didn't have to do all this..."
You shake your head.
"It's okay, I really wanted to. Not just as thanks, but also because you deserve it!"
"M-"
He makes a weird noise, head shooting back up to look at you before quickly looking away, obviously a bit flustered.
"I see... well, then. I'm honored," he says, finally putting a hand in the bag to start unearthing its contents.
You're honestly horrified he went for the card first, looking away as his eyes scan the cover.
"For the greatest mind in Paldea- aaaww! That's..." he looks away, feeling bashful. "...that's not true..." He sends a little hand wavy gesture your way.
"Well, to me it is..."
You finally look over to him again while saying this, only to see him avoiding eye contact.
"Hehe, thank you..."
He reads the rest, mumbling to himself now. He's smiling, and you can tell it's real, you just find it hard to believe he actually likes it. Maybe it's the self-doubt talking. Maybe you can see how bad it is now that it's been a while since you drew it. You have no clue...
He's looking through everything else in the bag, now completely silent. It's all stuff you either made/drew yourself, grabbed based on random tidbits you got, or stuff that reminded you of him as a person. It felt... personal enough. Oh no, what if it looks like a grab-bag of junk?
'Ohnoohnoohnoohno, please don't hate it, or at least, make fun of me behind my back like a decent person, maybe.'
He's still smiling, though. His upper eyelids are slightly drooped, so it's a weird mix of happy and sad. Solemn, even. He sits down on a large box behind him, bag now in his lap as he goes through the rest of it. The card, a little Arcanine figurine, a small box you painted and filled with random items related to Pokémon, some nerdy memorabilia you knew he (might) like, as well as other stuff on the bottom of the bag itself to really round it out. Just small things, but hopefully it adds up. You're honestly kinda too afraid to look at him, but you force yourself to take a peek, only to notice he's crying.
He's crying. Why? Why is he crying? Ohgodswhatiswrongwhyishecrying-
"...Jacq...?"
You bend down to see his face a little more. He's staring into the box, occasionally looking at the art you did of his team on the lid, trying to stay quiet, but he sniffles a little and makes an even tinier noise. You hesitantly place a hand on his shoulder, which causes his eyes to widen for a moment.
"Uh- sorry, sorry..."
"Nono, don't apologize, please..."
He nods, before falling mostly silent again. You decide to give him a moment, going over to sit next to him, hand placed lightly on his upper back. You take a moment to let the silence set in. It was quite nice, being able to have a quiet moment together, save for being worried about Jacq, of course.
You finally look up at your two Pokémon, before noticing them quickly look away from you. Huh, strange. Cap seems to stare at the tag again, as if trying to will it to do something, but Mimi politely puts her arms behind her back, rocking back and forth on her hind paws just a little. It was then that the fact that they haven't opened their gifts yet hit you like a sack of bricks. Wet bricks, even, if that makes a difference.
"Oh! You guys can open your-"
You don't even get to finish your sentence. Mimi starts to squeak as she excitedly rips the tissue paper out, plopping down and holding the bag as she digs into it. Cap actually jumps up with a chirp and cannonballs into the bag itself, causing it to tip over, him spilling out and back onto the floor in the process. Yikes. Good thing nothing in their bags were particularly fragile...
You watch with an effusive sense of love, just wanting this moment to last forever. You couldn't wait for the rest of your lives together! You'd celebrate their Gotcha Days, show them more of this world you share, you'd let them know you'll never let them go...
Bleh, here you go again. But y'know what? This is better than anything you ever could've asked for, all thanks to this school, as well as the man next to you, who is also watching the scene unfold with a soft smile on his face. You gently rub his back, eliciting a little nod of acknowledgement.
"...this is nice..." he simply states as your Pokémon freak out over their gifts.
Yeah. It is, isn't it?
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"...sooo, for reasons completely unrelated to any previously mentioned, I caught a Klawf-"
"-are you kidding?" He asks with laugh. He's amused, but also mildly concerned.
"Nope! Actually, though, I uh... caught a pretty interesting fella," you say, eyes drifting off toward the side a little.
This piques his interest for sure. With a raised eyebrow, he glances over at the battle court, as if telling you to show him without words. You grin, tossing the Pokéball up.
"COME OOON OUT, OLAF!"
Bracing for impact, you hear the sound of a deep bellow, as well as a rather large creature landing nearby. You then hear a surprised gasp coming from Jacq.
"You found a SHINY Klawf?!"
You knew he'd be interested, but anticipating it doesn't stop the uncontrollable beam on your face.
"Yup! I wasn't intending on catching a shiny, but while sizing up another one I found, this guy caught my eye, and I was like, 'wow! Life out here must suck for you,' so I caught him instead!"
You were so excited, you didn't even notice yourself rambling. Pokémon just get you so jazzed, especially your own now that you're diving into the whole "trainer" thing. He doesn't mind, however, cautiously approaching the Pokémon, who was currently looking around the plaza.
"I see... you are very lucky, then! Do you know the odds of finding a shiny...?"
He bends down and observes Olaf, watching as his eyes dart around before catching a glimpse of the man, looking away without fully noticing him before doing a double-take, eyes finally settling on him. Olaf moos curiously.
"Err... one in 4,000... -ish?"
"Correct!" He says, now sitting back up and turning toward you again. "It's quite a special experience finding a shiny. And especially as your 3rd Pokémon, what?!"
You smile, face heating up again as you look away. You really didn't do anything special, but maybe there was just... something in the air today?
"Hehe, yeah, it's pretty neat. He seems pretty cool already, too! See?"
You walk over, grabbing Olaf's claw as you awkwardly shake it.
"See? He just kinda... lets it happen."
Jacq nods curiously, inquisitive eyes searching the Klawf's face. He isn't distressed at all, but he seems confused. Just as confused as you seem to be, actually. Nothing seems wrong to him, so he turns back to you, which catches you off-guard. Isn't he more interested in Olaf...?
"Hah, but uh, yeah! Great news, also. Cap actually listened to me!"
"Oh?" He tilts his head, looking excited.
"Yeah! I think it's time we do a little showcase again..."
You walk towards the center of the battle court, hands slowly moving towards the other two Pokéballs on your belt. You grab them, grinning, before tossing them up as well. Cap and Mimi emerge, letting out their own little battle cries before landing on the ground. They look up at you, both ready for whatever you have planned. You hold out the Pokédex app. Jacq noticeably flinches, but he then smiles.
"All right, you two! Ready to show us what you got?"
They both nod, determination burning in their eyes. A wonderful sign. Mimi runs over first.
"Okay, ready?"
Mimi squeaks before taking a deep breath. It then begins.
She makes a digging motion on the ground.
'Dig'
She hops forward, kicking and swiping furiously at the air.
'Close Combat'
She lets loose a flare of electricity.
'Discharge'
She dances with a very odd rhythm.
'Entrainment'
You clap, whooping and cheering. Cap even mimics you, whooping enthusiastically. Jacq simply claps, but he does seem proud.
"WHOOOOOO! ATTAGIRL, GREAT JOB!!"
Mimi squeaks and bows, eliciting a round of applause from the small crowd you... didn't... realize formed. Eh. Anyway...
"Okay, Cap'n! You're up next!"
Cap chirps, running over to the spot Mimi just occupied. She walks over, joining you, Jacq, and her new teammate Olaf, who she curiously looks up at. Olaf is too preoccupied watching Cap.
"Alright, buddy. Moment of truth..."
Cap lowers his head for a moment before standing up as tall as he can, crying out, and running around to charge up an attack.
"Oh! Zen Headbutt!"
He stops, nodding cheerfully before going to perform his next move. Huh...
He summons sharp leaves before launching them.
'Razor Leaf'
He jumps up, opening his mouth before forcefully biting down on a still-falling leaf, doing a little flip as he lands.
'Crunch'
He forcefully spits out a barrage of seeds into the air.
'Bullet Seed'
You're all overjoyed, loudly cheering him on as he lets out a triumphant laugh. His little underdeveloped arms even mime putting his hands on his hips, just like a Scovillain... he runs over to you, happily jumping up and chirping. You scoop him up in mid-air, squeezing him to your face in a little 'hug'.
"AHHHH, YOU DID IT!! GREAT JOB, CAP!!"
Cap chirps again, rubbing the side of his face against yours, before noticing something wet touch the top of his head. He leans back, only to chirp in surprise when he sees the tears streaming down his face.
You're crying in public. Crying tears of joy of course, but crying nonetheless. In front of people who probably came to see the funky Klawf, only to stay to see your Pokémon perform. You're crying in front of people who have no idea why this moment is so important to you, but surprisingly, you really don't care. This is it, you two are finally in-tune with each other...
You take in a shaky breath, looking him in the eyes. He seems to stare back, as if you're slowly coming to a mutual understanding on something you aren't quite sure of yet. But something deep down inside you tells you things are somehow different now.
You turn to Jacq, closing your eyes in contentment and smiling.
"AHHHH!! The day has COME!! Can you believe it?!"
His response matches your enthusiasm.
"Sure can! You really have come so far. It feels like you first came barreling through my door just yesterday..."
This comment actually makes you pause. Oh yeah, autumn is right around the corner. Something about the thought made you feel kinda cozy, officially being at the school for longer than you planned. This is sorta it, you realize, not even noticing the season's starting to change until now, those cast shadows giving the current tilt in the Earth's axis away...
This brings a look of comfort to your face, smile soft and eyes half-lidded as you stare at the ground. Cap is still in your hands, looking tired as well. It'd be nice, taking a nap or something.
...
...wait...
"Bullet Seed? I thought you were practicing Seed Bomb..."
You look down at Cap, who's face gives it away. He was waiting for you to realize it. You squint one eye, giving him a suspicious yet playful look.
"Hey, buddy? Why are you still focusing on using THAT move, huh?"
His eyes crinkle a little as he lets out a quick laugh, which basically amounts to "Ooh-hoo! Ooh-hoo!"
Jacq leans in after letting out a subdued little laugh.
"Hey, remember, that's the move that brought you two together! He could just be holding on for sentimental reasons."
You smile a little wider. He was probably right. Maybe he keeps using it because of sentimental reasons... or maybe it's just because he's little asshole. Perhaps both reasons are equally valid here? You can honestly see it going both ways at this point. Whatever the reason though, you were happy to admit: you really and truly do love him and the life you've built together.
You feel tears coming yet again, but they don't fall this time.
"Aaaaaww!"
You raise your free arm up, causing Mimi to look up, covering her mouth in anticipation as Jacq's eyes widen in surprise.
"C'mere, you!"
Mimi squeaks, jumping up and throwing herself into your side without hesitation. You take the initiative to pull Jacq into the hug, savoring the moment. Klawf is a bit too frazzled by the whole experience to join, but he observes the four of you, as if getting used to the idea of your dynamic. You give him one more tight squeeze before backing away, making sure to hang onto Mimi as you do so.
Upon seeing him, she squeals in delight. It takes you a moment before you can see his face, placing Cap in your uniform's pocket so you can hold her on your hip better, but when you do...
...hah. Calm down, brain. He's only blushing. You would too if you were hugged out of nowhere like that.
...
Is dating a former student off the table for him, or-
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A/N
SORRY JUST HAD TO THROW IN ONE LAST CRINGEY THOUGHT, AHHH
Part two to the series (now called Nerds of a Feather unless I come up with a better name) coming soon-ish! And don't worry, the trauma plot wasn't dropped, it's just... brewing.)
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Today on tumblr, winterpinetrees attempts to juggle four characters in a conversation.
June 10th 2019
San Francisco 
Clay knows proper gun safety. He knows how to safely navigate a lot of things. He’s pointed the barrel of his sleek science fiction rifle at the ground and his finger is off the trigger. He is the reason why Sierra didn’t get caught stealing batteries from one of her father’s R&D labs and why Brian didn’t get mauled by a bear back in Sophomore year. He has a first-aid kit and a satellite phone and has spent the last four years getting ready to run. So no, Clay isn’t particularly distressed that he probably just killed a man. 
“Did we just kill that guy!” Sierra yells. They did. The armor on the soldier’s back crumpled like it was hit by a cannonball. Well, Brian and Clay did. He didn’t do much. 
Brian crouches down and rolls the soldier over. There’s a fresh cut on his chest that’s staining his shirt red with a worrying amount of blood. “I-I think he’s dead.”
Sierra ignores him and wheels around at their acquaintance. “You’re an elf, aren’t you?” 
Not-Martin leans against his quarterstaff. He has long ears and glowing eyes, but he doesn’t seem majestic or otherworldly. Clay noticed how confident he was back at the cafe, but that can just be a symptom of growing up rich. Maybe it’s just that the boy is wearing tan cargo pants and a sweatshirt with the sleeves cut off that’s getting in the way of any awe.  “Yes, we call ourselves elves. Well, that’s the current English translation.” 
Brian looks up at Sierra “How the hell do you know anything about this.”
“Not important right now! Ten years ago, a top-secret laboratory in the Nevada desert was destroyed by a whole crew of glowing people wearing armor like that. The one in charge glowed green and kept teleporting or whatever the hell you were doing! I want to know what you are doing here, who just tried to kill us, and why we thought we knew you.”
Clay sits by the head of the soldier. He finds a few latches and manages to pull off their helmet. The face underneath looks male and about forty, with dark skin and features that Clay can’t easily categorize. He isn’t prepared for its empty, half-open eyes. He tries to keep his voice steady. “Sierra, don’t threaten him.” 
The elf smiles, but it’s too wide and a bit strained. “It’s alright. My name is Prince Marin Sondaica. The leader of the attack in the desert was my mother, although, according to those soldiers, she’s been murdered.” His ears twitch downward. Oh yeah. He’s definitely not okay. “You thought that you knew me because I knew you’d never speak with a random stranger. I’d been watching you three for a while. I thought you were interesting.”
Immediate outrage.  
Clay recovers first. He’s going to ignore the stalking for a minute and take this one step at a time. “You didn’t answer the question about the soldiers. What did they say to you?”
Marin hesitates a bit. Lying or just emotional? “They told me that there had been a coup. My parents were dead, and he was going to kill me as well. Elves don’t kill eachother while invisible. It’s not respectful”. He pauses. “If they’ve gotten bold enough to attack in public, then things are happening more quickly than we expected.”
Sierra puts her head in her hands. “You are so bad at giving exposition. What is happening quickly?” 
Marin walks over to the side of the body. He retrieves his strange tardis bag and stares down at the soldier's face. “Global conquest is happening quickly. My family didn’t want to take over your world, but I guess the people got tired of waiting. The elven world… it is like Romeo and Juliet, except the two familes are far more powerful. I am a Sondaica, they work for the Mercuralis. The coup replaced my mother with a leader that would make war. You probably have a year or two before anything changes, but not much more.” 
Clay honestly thinks that wouldn’t be so bad. “And how do we play into this?”
“You were never supposed to. I thought you three were interesting and I wanted to meet you. But then we were ambushed. That soldier was a nobleman. They’re not going to forget about this”. The elf looks down at Clay. “I’m sorry. I thought they would let you go when you ran. Now it’s too late”. 
“So what, we’re just supposed to let you walk away and accept that we’re dead?” Brian asks. His face is red with anger, which is good, because it means that he hasn’t lost too much blood. “We’re geniuses and crazy rich. We’re going on this road trip already, why can’t you come with us? We’ll have a better chance of survival together, and you’re a prince! If your house-“
“Genus”
“If your genus controls half the world, then you’ve got to have allies. Coups are always complicated. If there’s half a chance that you can get your throne back and stop the Mercuralis from taking over the world, we have to try!” He rises up to his full height, which is a good half a foot taller than Marin. 
“Wait, Brian, are you seriously saying that we go off on a quest to save the world?” He’s smiling a bit.
“I’d rather die fighting. At least like this we have a chance.” 
Clay sits back on his heels. This was all typical Brian behavior, really. “We graduated high school last week. We have a fancy car and a lot of money, but that isn’t enough to overthrow a government. This isn’t Star Wars. Four people and a vehicle can’t defeat an entire empire”.
The elf stared down at him, but now it felt metaphorical instead of just physical. “You killed a nobleman, Clay Shepard. They are not going to forgive you.” 
“I killed a nobleman in self-defense after being brainwashed by a renegade prince into traveling with him. We can walk away from this if we want to, and I’m not going to risk my life for you if you keep being this vague.” He glared at Marin. “How can I know that you aren’t using your magic on me right now?”
Marin shrugs off his question. “Mind control doesn’t last. You’d just hate me later. The truth is, I don’t want to die. You three are uniquely capable of keeping me alive, but only if you do it of your own free will”.
Clay isn’t going to die for a maybe-elf that he knows next to nothing about, but he does need his friends. He knows that Brian wis a golden retriever of a man who already bonded with their new friend. He knows that Sierra would never pass up a chance to see real magic, and that the entire idea for a road trip began with her. Either he helped his friends and they all died together, or he went home alone. Or he went back home and hoped that powerful people would ignore him. 
“Fine. I’m in. Are we still going to Redwoods?”
..........
next time, Ishtar, Ryn, and their council discuss some problems.
@caliburn-the-sword @lokiwaffles hi! You rock and I think about you a lot! Thanks for stopping by.
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lightning24680 · 2 years
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Genshin Impact Scenarios
Hi, this is my first post and I write fanfiction and scenarios, really just anything that comes to my mind. Requests are always welcome! I'll set up rules later and what I'm okay with writing, as well as what fandoms I'll write for. Love ya'll and hope you enjoy!
P.S. since tumblr has a word limit I'm making this into a mini series!
They're your protective older brother and they meet your s/o gn!reader
Childe/Tartaglia/Ajax
Oh boy I feel sorry for your s/o
Older Brother Ajax cares about you a lot and only wants the best for you. So seeing someone else taking care of you, well he takes it as them taking his place as your protector
Ever since you were young he's always been taking you with him on adventures and showing you how to fight to protect yourself, but even so he's always been with you to make sure your safe
He sure doesn't trust anyone else to make sure your safe
Even though he's taught you how to fight, he doesn't let you know about his affiliation with the fatui, he never wants you to lose your light or your child-hood wonder
You love your brother but sometimes he can be a little too overprotective, so of course you choose to hide it from him that you have an s/o because knowing Ajax he's not going to give them a chance
However as much as you might try to hide it (and you try your hardest trust me) Ajax knows you too well. He's your older brother after all he can tell when you're hiding something from him
He doesn't make it obvious at first, he just writes it off as you just acting a little weird, but eventually he decides that after you've been disappearing for long amounts of time and canceling on him when you would usually jump at the chance to spend time with him, especially since he's been off in Liyue for quite awhile, he gets suspicious
He follows you one day when you leave the house all dressed up and seem happier than a clam
Ajax has no problem with that, he wants you to have everything this world can offer and seeing you happy brings back that spark he lost to the abyss, but why were you so happy for seemingly no reason?
Today wasn't any special occasion that he can remember
So he carefully follows behind you making sure that you don't notice him trailing you
Eventually you stop at some restaurant
He is SO confused poor boy doesn't understand why you would want to go get food from a restaurant all alone (you hadn't mentioned going out with friends?) especially when he made a point to tell you he was cooking this morning (no one can change my opinion his cooking is literally the best)
So when he sees you sit down at a table and seem to be waiting for someone, he decides to get a table close to you, not close enough for you to see him, but close enough for him to hear you
Anyways it had been about five minutes and you had ordered your drink and he was getting worried and had just about had enough of sitting watching you, but just as he was about to get up and go over to you and ask if you were okay and if you were upset, instead of at home
This boy honestly thinks he did something wrong for you to have not been spending as much time with him, it never occurs to him that you could be seeing someone, your his wonderful younger sibling who looks up to and adores him, and all his stories and skills that he teaches you
Honestly he basically raised you and your siblings with how much he loves you all, he always makes you feel safe and happy
Anyways back to your s/o, they they showed up just before Ajax could go over to you, and low and behold before he could even think who they were and why they were showing up with you for breakfast, they go and kiss you!🤯
Ajax exe. has stopped working. Who in the HELL has the nerve to kiss his sibling! Well he's about to find out. He starts stomping over ready to give this person a piece of his mind when something even MORE shocking happened you kissed them BACK, now he really stops in place for a second before he almost seems to teleport in front of you and pushes you two apart
To say you were shocked was an understatement, you were so startled you almost choked!
AJAX?! What are you doing here?!
Your shock quickly turned to panic when you saw your brothers steel gaze that looked downright murderous towards your s/o
Ajax decided to ignore you for the moment his attention was on your s/o who to their credit was calm and didn't look scared at all...yet at least Ajax thought
Your s/o as calm as they were, they were visibly confused and they made their confusion known as they asked "who are you?"
Oh boy I feel sorry for your s/o
Older Brother Ajax cares about you a lot and only wants the best for you. So seeing someone else taking care of you, well he takes it as them taking his place as your protector
Ever since you were young he's always been taking you with him on adventures and showing you how to fight to protect yourself, but even so he's always been with you to make sure your safe
He sure doesn't trust anyone else to make sure your safe
Even though he's taught you how to fight, he doesn't let you know about his affiliation with the fatui, he never wants you to lose your light or your child-hood wonder
You love your brother but sometimes he can be a little too overprotective, so of course you choose to hide it from him that you have an s/o because knowing Ajax he's not going to give them a chance
However as much as you might try to hide it (and you try your hardest trust me) Ajax knows you too well. He's your older brother after all he can tell when you're hiding something from him
He doesn't make it obvious at first, he just writes it off as you just acting a little weird, but eventually he decides that after you've been disappearing for long amounts of time and canceling on him when you would usually jump at the chance to spend time with him, especially since he's been off in Liyue for quite awhile, he gets suspicious
He follows you one day when you leave the house all dressed up and seem happier than a clam
Ajax has no problem with that, he wants you to have everything this world can offer and seeing you happy brings back that spark he lost to the abyss, but why were you so happy for seemingly no reason?
Today wasn't any special occasion that he can remember
So he carefully follows behind you making sure that you don't notice him trailing you
Eventually you stop at some restaurant
He is SO confused poor boy doesn't understand why you would want to go get food from a restaurant all alone (you hadn't mentioned going out with friends?) especially when he made a point to tell you he was cooking this morning (no one can change my opinion his cooking is literally the best)
So when he sees you sit down at a table and seem to be waiting for someone, he decides to get a table close to you, not close enough for you to see him, but close enough for him to hear you
Anyways it had been about five minutes and you had ordered your drink and he was getting worried and had just about had enough of sitting watching you, but just as he was about to get up and go over to you and ask if you were okay and if you were upset, instead of at home
This boy honestly thinks he did something wrong for you to have not been spending as much time with him, it never occurs to him that you could be seeing someone, your his wonderful younger sibling who looks up to and adores him, and all his stories and skills that he teaches you
Honestly he basically raised you and your siblings with how much he loves you all, he always makes you feel safe and happy
Anyways back to your s/o, they they showed up just before Ajax could go over to you, and low and behold before he could even think who they were and why they were showing up with you for breakfast, they go and kiss you!🤯
The continuation will be posted shortly because tumblr just haaad to have a word limit 😅
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1, 3, 6-8, 13, 16, 20-22 (didn’t think of a Thing to ask abt so go wild!!) (sorry if this has sent several times my app keeps crashing <3)
1) the character everyone gets wrong
oooh another one of this question lemme think of another one to complain about…. um. ty blackthorn…. i know you don’t know him but you should have a basic level of familiarity with his sherlock holmes swag and necromancy realness and ghost guy slay like. just based on my posting… i don’t like fandomy interpretations of him that make him like. soft and cutesy and uwu whatever like that boy is a huge fucking cunt he’s the worst… he’s a supervillain in training it’s ridiculous stop calling him your soft little baby or whatever the hell…. like you sound insane not even cassie is babying him like that get serious
3) screenshot or description of the worst take you've seen on tumblr
i’m saying this cuz i know you were there too so you’ll get it but literally the 2021 pre s4 era of bylertheorism posting was so awful fr….
6) which ship fans are the most annoying?
wow see prev response….. no but like i’ll give a real answer. um idk i already complained about a few things but i’m gonna pull out a nicheish one due to the fact i saw a sofia wylie tiktok today and it made me think about hsmtmts. um i think ricky and gina shippers ruined everything sacred about that show and tim federle needs to die for the crimes he’s committed against me for them. this is also true about jiara but i’m beyond caring about obx and hsmtmts is like. THE show that got me through summer 2021. it was so rough oh my god. ej and gina were all i had. and now i don’t even have them anymore we should all kill ourselves. not to be a person that cares too much about ships. idk you had to be there maybe. and by there i mean like. you had to be me i guess
7) what character did you begin to hate not because of canon but because how how the fandom acts about them?
damn speaking of outer banks. jj. that boy should kill himself i don’t even care. or jesper shadow and bone. i promise i’ll like him more when i read about him but as a netflix original comic relief man…. i just can’t get behind him. also that actor was in a movie i hated so he should have to do like. 100 hours court ordered community service picking up trash in parks. that’s just one girl’s opinion
8) common fandom opinion that everyone is wrong about
can i talk about my shadowhunters. ok well i’m going to. it’s like sorry about your mental illnesses or whatever but i don’t think projecting them onto kit herondale is necessarily the way to go babes. he exists in a fantasy universe where he can put a little tattoo on his body and instantly gain speed, the kid hangs out with werewolves and his mom can do magic. i don’t think he is taking adderall. plus shadowhunters can’t take medication anyway so L + ratio + i can tell you’re either 16 or the most annoying adult alive. sorry if you’re 16, i promise when you stop being 16 you will feel better about life. like fandom lovessss to headcanon him with the most boring shit imaginable. oh you headcanon that this character who lives in a universe where MAGIC IS REAL has adhd? that’s cool i headcanon that he’s a virgin but makes up elaborate lies about it so none of the bad guys who are constantly after him can use him as a virgin sacrifice. i just made that up but it’s still more fun than being like ohh this character is training to be able to kill demons but the most important thing in his life is remembering to take his medication!! like booo 👎 nobody wants to read about medication in fantasy…. unless it’s like some sick ass herbs and potions like my buddy gaius makes. whatever.
13) worst blorboficiation
can i say will herondale. you know what don’t even worry about it. i’m gonna say tom holland spiderman. i don’t engage with literally any of that but i am an internet user in this day and age so it is unfortunately thrust upon me. sorry to that man but i hope peter parker dies goddamn. today’s writers just don’t hate their protagonists enough they always wanna keep ‘em around as long as possible it’s insane. arthur conan doyle had the right idea i think. like kill that dude!!
16) you can't understand why so many people like this thing (characterization, trope, headcanon, etc)
i hateeeeeee fandom himbo characterization. ESPECIALLY. when it comes to my beloved arthur bbc merlin. he is not. a himbo…. we should all kill ourselves.
20) part of canon you found tedious or boring
no offense to cassandra clare’s infernal devices but. i’m so so sorry tessa i love you forever it’s just. well.
21) part of canon you think is overhyped
i’m just gonna say barchie. can’t fucking stand this season sorry abby that i made you watch this show only for its final season to be a flop ass barchie season.
22) your favorite part of canon that everyone else ignores
i think we all need to talk more about how in city of fallen angels clary had a pink cell phone. that was a nothing detail i just think about it a lot and i didn’t know what else to say here.
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Oh boy lol it maybe a couple of parts and 2 perspectives 1st one is from Karl and the second Artemisia.
Give me time to type this stuff up Tumblr dosent allow me to use my original because it may be to graphic so I am rewriting everything pretty much
If you want the original just inbox me
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A purple rose in the concrete
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Karl couldn't care less about the woman Miranda had given him. Does she take him for an idiot? What he wanted most was to be free of that bitch and the village. Karl approached the church where Miranda left the woman for him. Urias was given the order to guard her from the other lycans until Karl arrived. As Karl approached, he noticed Urias holding her in his left arm while she played with his beard, which he was enjoying. Karl thought to himself that she must be brave if she was not afraid of Urias. Karl spoke to Urias, saying, "What the fuck do you think you are doing?" Urias looked at Karl before gently placing the woman down in front of him, bowing and then picking his hammer up and jumping through the hole in the room. The woman said bye when Urias left and turned to look up at Karl. Karl gazed at her through his glasses, checking out every inch of her. He took very loud steps towards her before grabbing her by the face so he could get a better look at her. Miranda had her dressed in a white gown and slippers. She had long black hair with two white streaks that covered her eyes. She had fair skin and naturally pink lips. He grabbed her by the waist and pulled her close to him, and he moved the two white strands out of her face, revealing her beautiful purple eyes. To Karl's shock, she was not scared of him nor did he feel her heart rate go up. Karl had stared at her for a few minutes, stuck in his thoughts, before she spoke up in a very soft voice, asking the young lord if something was wrong, to which he replied, "Yes, you." Today is supposed to be my lazy day, and I have to personally come fetch your ass because of Miranda. The woman looked down and said, "Sorry, my lord," causing Karl to bite his words. It wasn't her fault she was here. Miranda, in her endless search for the new vessel, probably kidnap another woman, this time from foreigners who were visiting a neighboring village. Karl was sure her family was worried about her, but there was nothing he could do. He couldn't even help himself. Karl looked down at her and noticed her breasts were poking through her gown. He grumbled to himself, "Why the fuck Miranda would send her out like this?" while he took his coat off and wrapped it around the woman and picked her up. Karl realized urias was keeping the young woman warm until he arrived he promptly summoned a gear to transport him and her to the factory quickly because she was not dressed appropriately for the village weather and could get sick, another hassle he didn't need.
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As he moved them through the air, he looked down at the woman and noticed that, instead of being frightened, she was calm and looking down over the village, almost as if she was admiring it. He thought to himself, "This woman is interesting." He asked her what her name was and, again, with a soft voice, said Artemisia Bree. He replied that he was the 4th lord. She quickly said, "I know Karl Heisenberg." Seeing him stop the gear midway, she stopped speaking, feeling she had said something wrong but yet was still not afraid. Karl finally responded, "Why aren't you afraid most of Miranda's new pets are scared shitless don't you want to go back home?" "Anything is better than where I was," she responded. Karl yelled back What fucking fuck would be worse for you, brat? This village is a shithole overrun with freaks and monsters who could kill you. She yelled back, "You have a family that loves you." I don't. My parents died when I was young. My foster parents were the real monsters, worse than the ones running through this village. They beat me and wouldn't feed me. When I turned 18, they started all of a sudden to care for me and buy me beautiful things. They said I was going to have a better life from now on and sent me to a random village, but actually they sold me to be married to an older man. On my way to the village, something attacked our vehicle, killing the older man and driver. I was the only one left alive, and then Miranda was there on the side of the road to save me. So yes, anything is better than were I was. Artemisia was fighting back tears and then realized that she yelled at Karl and retreated into his jacket hoping he wouldn't drop her to her death, but then again, death would be a better option considering the hand she had been dealt over the years. Karl decided not to push any further, but wondered why Miranda left her alive. He started gritting his teeth, cursing himself for losing his temper and yelling at her. He said sorry in a barely audible voice, holding her slightly closer to his chest, and continued on to the factory in silence. He landed the gear in the grass and carried her through the green double doors out of the cold and used metal objects to walk up to the broken bridge. Making his way to the warmer parts of the factory, he passed the Duke to the elevator, pressed B3 and rode it all the way to the top, getting off and going straight to the door with the gold stallion horse symbol to his chambers. The door swung open and he walked through, placing Artemisia on his king-sized bed. 
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Karl told her to stay in bed and warm up; don't leave the room. Karl headed to the Duke and asked if he had any clothes for a petite woman. Of course, the Duke did overalls and a t-shirt with shoes and some other clothes to wear at night. The Duke told Karl to take them at no cost, and he would find some more for her. As he headed back towards his chambers, he heard a scream. He bolted as quickly as he could. Miranda warned him if anything happened to the woman should would deal with him harshly. Karl used everything metal in his path to quickly transport him to the other side of the factory off in the distance He saw Sturm was headed towards Artemisia. She was backed into a corner. Karl dropped the clothes and gathered all his strength to lift Sturm up and placed him at the bottom of the bridge, telling him to take a fucking hike. Sturm revved his engine in response, and Karl snapped at Artemisia, "Didn't I tell you to stay in the fucking room?" "Do you have a death wish?" She said nothing. Karl in deep voice I asked you a question stomping towards her the woman quickly responded' Karl' I mean my lord I wanted to be close to you I came outside the room and heard a noise coming from the double doors I opened it and that thing came through. Karl stared at her puzzled and then grabbed her leading her back to the room without thinking. He striped her naked and proceeded to search her body for marks or anything he may need to heal. He saw a scar that went across her stomach and bruises on her back and arms but knew it didn't come from sturm. As he continued to scan her body, all he could think was how soft she was lingering his touch. He looked at her face, seeing how red it was, and asked what was wrong,are you sick?. He never took into consideration she had nothing on in front of him. Karl had no concept of boundaries and saw her as he saw his experiments: just another body, except this time it was a woman. He stood up, towering over her, and took a blanket to cover her, turning his back towards pointing to her to use his bathroom to clean up, he then went and picked up the clothes he dropped laying the clothes he got from the Duke on his bed. Artemisia asked if he got those for her and he responded, yes. She said, "Thank you." Karl told her he had something to do and to not leave the room again. After you are done bathing, go to bed. She nodded and headed to the bathroom. Karl locked the door making sure she didn't leave again and thought to himself what she meant by being close to him as headed to his work room to blow off steam and figure out what to do with the woman. He had no clue how to deal with her or what to do. He thought maybe he could give her to Lady Dimitrescu, but she probably wouldn't make it past a week or to Moreau, but they would not be good either and she would probably freak out due to Donna and Angie the doll. "Fuck, what can I do?" he asked, lighting his cigar and taking a puff as he leaned back in his chair, staring at the ceiling. What the fuck are you doing, Miranda? After a few moments, Karl checked the cameras that he had all over the factory. He saw Artemisia showering, just standing there as the water ran over her. It was as if she had not had a shower in a while. She looked relaxed. After a few moments, she took the soap bar Karl barely used. She lathered herself, making sure to get the important parts, and then turned to wash her hair. Karl marveled at how the soap fell down her body, down her back from her boobs, and down her legs and butt. A bulge started to form in Karl's pants. He murmured and decided to rub one out. He released himself from his pants as it sprung up and found some left over lubricant that he used for the machines. As he squirted it on his member, he heard a moan. It was coming from Artemisia. She was fingering herself in the shower, muffling her moans. Karl watched as she grabbed her boobs, leaning up against the wall, trying to relieve herself by rubbing her legs together. Karl began to stroke himself, licking his lips in anticipation of what she would do next.
To be continued 😅
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