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souliebird · 3 months

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[[and then I met you || ch. 13]]

Series: Daredevil || Pairing: Matt Murdock x Fem!Reader || Rating: Explicit

Summary:

A one-night stand years ago gave you a daughter and you are now able to put a name to her father – Matthew Murdock. Everything is about to change again as you navigate trying to integrate your life with that of the handsome and charming blind lawyer’s and Matt realizes he needs to not only protect his new family from Hell's Kitchen, but from the world.

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The base of your skull pounds as you try to keep focus on the things going on around you. It is almost impossible, as you just want to close your eyes and block out everything.

You had woken up with a stiffness in your neck and shoulders that had quickly spiraled into the beginnings of a migraine. You hadn't had one since you were pregnant and now that you had a toddler, spending the day in bed and hiding under covers was not an option.

The gods seem to have smiled down on you, though. It is Saturday, which means it is Daddy Daughter Date Day and Matt is more than happy to keep Minnie’s attention on him. You don't have to watch her like a hawk. You can just sit and wait until your ibuprofen kicks in.

If it ever does.

You know drinking water will probably help, so you shakily reach for your glass.

Beside you, your daughter is none the wiser to your distress. Last night, a new toy arrived in the mail, and she was insistent it must be brought to lunch so she could show her Daddy and play with him. It is a friendship bracelet making kit - the type that has beads of all different shapes and colors - and it is a hit. Minnie and Matt have been making each other bracelets as you wait for your food.

“Can you please find me another ‘O’?” the nearly perfect man across from you asks your sweet toddler. “Like in ‘Octopus’.”

“‘O’ for octopus!” Mouse quickly confirms. She sets down her string of multi-color shapes and pulls the little box of beads closer to her. She picks up the discs that have letters on them, proudly showing off her ability to identify them by stating what each letter is until she finds the one, she's looking for. Once it is found, it is carefully passed across the table. “‘O’ for octopus!”

You have not been paying attention to the letters Matt has been collecting and thus have no clue what he intends to spell, but you're guessing it won't matter much to your daughter. She's going to be thrilled either way. You have a hunch that the feeling is mutual with Matt - whatever Minnie gives him, he'll proudly wear. Right now, the bracelet in her hands is a mixture of pink hearts with purple and yellow plain beads. There isn't a method to the madness beyond that.

Your table falls back into silence. Mouse is enthralled with her task of threading and Matt is equally quiet. You think he is aware of your headache, as he's been soft spoken since you met up and hasn't been trying to make your little one laugh and squeal with glee. You're incredibly thankful for that.

You resist the urge to close your eyes and instead find a scratch on the table's surface to stare blankly at and wait for time to pass. Hands pass through your field of vision to collect different beads and you hear farther-daughter talking, but you don't process any of it. All you know is the pain creeping around your skull. You are aware of how your eyes sit in your head and it is a very weird, unsettling feeling that helps nothing.

You pray this outing has enough stimulation for Minnie, so that when you go home, she'll go down for a nap easily and you can join her.

You don't know how long you sit there, spacing out while the world moves on without you, but eventually Linda drops your plates in front of you. You fall into autopilot, saying, “Thank you, Miss Linda” in chorus with Matt and Minnie. After a quick cooing over how sweet your little family is, the waitress leaves you be, and you turn your focus to your daughter's plate.

It's chicken strips and french fries today and you know she needs her ketchup and mustard. Before you can start to reach for the bottles at the end of the table, Matt is already taking them and addressing Mouse, “You like it with more mustard than ketchup, right?”

“More mustard!” She happily replies as she lays her napkin across her lap.

You watch with slightly parted lips as he starts squeezing the condiments onto her plate. You aren't used to anyone taking over this responsibility and you don't know how to react - it is nice to have the help and to see he's learned so much about Minnie's habits, but your mind can't help but chastise you for letting him do this menial task. You know he's her father, but it feels like something you should be doing.

Of course, you are the only one having conflicting feelings. They are having a good time - Matt makes two piles of sauces and Minnie instantly starts swirling them together with her food, a big grin on her face. You try to offer a smile back, but you don't know how sincere it is. Your head hurts so much, and your anxiety is spiking.

You are shaken from your daze when Matt says your name. You look up to see his head tilted just slightly, the slightest frown on his face. Guilt courses through you.

“You sure you don't want any coffee? The caffeine should help with,” he motions to his head, and it just confirms for you that he is always hyper aware of everything, and that Minnie must be too.

You need to get your act together. You can't just zone out because you don't feel well - you're a parent and you are out in public. You can't just dump all your responsibilities onto Matt because he is here now.

You shake your head, even if it makes you dizzy, “No, I'll be okay.”

The truth is the idea of coffee makes your stomach turn. You don't want anything that tastes too strongly, which is why you have opted for a Cobb salad for lunch.

The man across from you gives you a doubtful look. To keep him from worrying over you, you stab a piece of tomato and eat it. It tastes like nothing and that is fine for you. This earns a frown, but the gods smile on you again and your daughter causes a distraction by starting to play with her food.

Mouse picks up a chicken strip and begins to make it hop around the plate before dunking it into her now orange mixture. “Oh no, you're all messy now,” she says to herself, “I gotta clean you.” She then proceeds to lick the sauce away with exaggerated sounds. Matt makes a face of pure disgust.

“Sweetie, what are you doing?”

“I'm a kitty!” is her proud response before repeating the process.

You know this game well but it's the first time he has experienced it. He knows you allow her to play with her food as long as she's not messy and actually eats it, but you can tell he wants to ask her not to. You are open to him making suggestions and asking Minnie to do things, and he knows that, and you wonder what direction he will take. You can see the wheels turning in his head.

“I thought you were a mouse,” is what he goes with.

That stops Minnie dead in her tracks. She considers this statement, a pout forming, before bringing her chicken strip to her mouth and beginning to nibble at it - like a mouse with a piece of cheese.

The rest of the meal is subdued. You manage to eat a third of your salad through sheer force of will - having an empty stomach will only make things worse - and Mouse only needs her face wiped a handful of times. It feels like the minutes crawl by before Linda is back at your table to take away plates and hand over the check.

Packing up is quick and easy. There are no loose beads on the table, so you just need to snap the case shut and store it into your bag, along with anything else that was brought out for Minnie’s needs. As you do this, Matt finishes off both bracelets by tying the ends together and once he is done, you stop what you're doing to watch the exchange.

He returns the bracelet Minnie made for him to her and she hugs it to her chest.

“Daddy, yous gotta put out your hand. I have something for you,” she says like it is any sort of surprise.

But of course, Matt plays along. He does as he is told, holding out the hand not holding the bracelet he made, “You got something for me?”

Very delicately, like it's going to break, Mouse places the bracelet into his palm. Only when she is fully sitting in her seat again does he begin to run his thumb over the beads, feeling what she made for him. His lips twitch up into a smile before he starts to bite his lip. You've learned this means he's trying to not get overly emotional, and you completely understand.

Having Minnie’s love is the only thing keeping you going some days and you've cried multiple times when she's given you something she's made for you.

“I love it,” he whispers, his voice breaking a tiny bit. “Thank you so much, sweetheart.”

You and Minnie watch as he slips the bracelet on, and it settles next to his watch. The bright colors stand out against his muted palette, but you doubt he cares about that. Your daughter absolutely beams when he holds up his wrist to show off his new piece of jewelry.

“You're welcome, Daddy! Do you have a present for me?” Mouse asks, jutting her hands out, palms up.

You can't help but huff in amusement, even if your headache is making you feel cold and detached. You know she isn't being greedy or rude, she's simply an eager toddler. You can't fault her for that.

Oh, so carefully, Matt sets the bracelet into her waiting hands and once you finally realize what he wrote out on it, your heart clenches at the sweetness. The bracelet is mostly made up of lettered beads, with the words separated by different colored hearts. Minnie quickly brings it right up to her face to inspect it and instantly starts trying to figure out the mystery in front of her.

“D-A-D-D-Y,” she spells out loud, “L-O-V-E-S. Y.O.U.” Her little brow wrinkles up at the words and you wait to see if she needs help figuring them out. They aren't unknown to her, but it's usually a flip of a coin if she can connect the dots. The only word you are confident she recognizes is her name.

She spells it again, then tries her best to sound it out, “Duh..Ahh duh duh…why. Duh-ah-du- Daddy! It says Daddy!”

You rub her back, silently trying to communicate how proud of her you are, “That's right, it says Daddy. Do you know the other words?”

While she considers her answer, you look at Matt.

He hasn't shaved in a few days. It emphasizes his good looks, and you can see the hints of red - and grey - in his grown-out scruff. His charming and sweet appearance is only enhanced by his heart - you didn't know someone could be so full of love. He radiates it when he's around Minnie and it's like he can't help but pour all of his affection into her and he can't believe how much of it is returned.

You wonder if you were put on Earth to give him Minnie - and you wouldn't mind if you were. It would give you some sort of purpose.

“Mommy,” your precious angel says, thrusting the bracelet into your face, “you read it.”

You feel your face heat up - and throb - at the way Matt turns to you. Your insides pang and you can't help but feel like you're ruining this moment for him. You clear your throat, and tell Minnie, “It says ‘Daddy loves you.’”

Her eyes go wide, and she gasps like it is breaking news, “Daddy loves me?”

“Daddy loves you,” Matt instantly confirms, “always and forever. And you'll have this to remind you.”

The sentiment stirs so much in you, and you let your headache push it all away and instead of getting emotional, you help Mouse put on her new bracelet. She rips her arm away from you as soon as she can to mimic her Daddy and holds up her wrist to show off her bracelet.

“I love Daddy, too!”

The little anxiety and self-doubt demon stirs in your chest. You love to see them bond, but you can't help but yearn for your daughter to shout she loves you, too, and you want your own bracelet. You know, you know, you are going to be overflowing with bracelets soon enough, but these ones are special. They have meaning and memories and -

And you remind yourself you can't do this in public, especially not around Minnie. You can't ruin their good time - if you haven't already.

Instead, you gently pat her back and ask, “What do you say to Daddy for the gift?”

“Thank you, Daddy!”

“You're very welcome, Mouse.”

Your daughter looks at her new piece of jewelry in amazement, turning her wrist so she can see all angles. With her distracted, you move to finish packing up by going to get the stroller, and by the time you have it popped open and your bag secured in the under pocket, Matt and Minnie are joining you by the doorway. Your little one needs no help buckling herself in and you can tell how happy she is by the way she kicks her feet.

As you get in position to start pushing the stroller, Matt steps to stand beside you so you can guide him as you walk. He waits until you leave the diner to address you.

“We don't need to go to the park,” he says in a soft voice.

You are shaking your head before he even finishes his sentence, “It’s fine, Matt. It's just a headache.” It isn't just a headache - your medicine hasn't kicked in and your head is just pulsing, but you will survive.

He very gently squeezes your elbow, saying your name, “you know I can tell that isn't true. You should be -”

“FROGGY!”

Minnie’s excited scream drowns out whatever he was going to push for.

On the corner ahead of you, waiting at the crosswalk are Foggy and Karen. They look like they are on a shopping trip - both carrying bags from different boutiques. They turn in unison towards you and Foggy breaks into the biggest smile once he spies your little group.

“Well, if it isn't my favorite little buddy! And her charming and beautiful parents. Wait,” he looks to Karen and gasps, eyes getting comically big, “is this the famous Saturday brunch?” He whirls around dramatically and points to Matt, like he is accusing him, “You're going to the park.”

“We're going to the park,” he confirms, his own grin starting to form at the antics and at the same time, Minnie exclaims, “we're gonna watch the duckies!”

“They are going to watch the duckies, Karen. Do you know what that does to my heart?” Foggy asks as he puts his hand on his chest. Karen shakes her head fondly and completely ignores him to address you.

“We've heard so many stories about the ducks. He gloats every Monday.”

Matt actually pouts at the statement, and you are reminded of a chastised puppy, “I don't gloat.”

“You gloat,” his friends say at the same time.

Minnie, of course, picks up quickly on the new word and kicks her feet as she giggles, “Daddy goats!”

A thought barely crosses your mind before the words are leaving your lips, “You should come with us.”

You can practically feel Matt's initial disapproval of the offer - not from selfishness but from you refusing to acknowledge your headache - but with how both Minnie and Foggy light up, you don't think he'll voice it. And you are right - he gives your arm a light squeeze as he agrees without any disdain, “The more the merrier.”

“I don't think this is an offer we can refuse,” Karen says, nudging Foggy with her elbow. “How can we say no to that face?”

You can't see Minnie’s face from behind her stroller, but you can picture her pleading little face. She has all of you wrapped around her little finger and you suspect she might start crying if they say no.

“To the park we go!” Foggy declares, “and with perfect timing because the light just turned green.”

You let yourself tune out as you start to walk again. Foggy is animatedly telling Matt and Minnie about his quest to find his girlfriend the perfect birthday gift. Apparently, her preferred brand of hand lotion has been discontinued and nothing else is good enough. It is sweet to hear him being so concerned about her needs and wants. He's the type of partner you used to dream about - before you realized that would never be in the cards for you - someone who listens to what you say and doesn't treat you like a glorified maid.

You only had two ‘serious’ relationships in your twenties and both had left you feeling worthless and unloved. You spent most of your time commuting to them and taking care of their needs only to be tossed aside when someone worth their time came along.

You were the type to stay at home and do the laundry, raise the children - be out of sight and out of mind. You didn't get taken out on fancy dates. No one tried to woo you.

No one went out of their way to buy you a gift.

In fact, you don't remember the last time you even celebrated your birthday. Some of your coworkers sent you Happy Birthday emails last year - only because the first one is sent out company wide and you are pretty sure it's automated.

You are fine with it, though. It's not like you celebrated such things as a kid, so you have nothing to miss. You are happy Foggy has someone he so clearly adores, and you hope, when Minnie grows up, she'll find someone like him.

Soon enough, you're at the park and making your way to your designated spot. Despite it being a warm and sunny day, things are relatively empty, and you are thankful there are no older children shouting or causing a ruckus. You just want to sit down.

You can hear Minnie unbuckling herself before you roll to a stop and there is a whirl of motion as you park. She's on the grass before you know it, scurrying like her namesake to get the picnic blanket out of its pocket and spread out. As you wait for her to finish setting up and Karen admires what a nice area you’ve picked, you realize Matt not only still has his hand on your bicep, but his thumb has been gently rubbing in a small circle.

Your heart stutters in your chest and you don't know why he's doing such a thing and now that you're aware of it, it's all you can focus on. Your entire body feels like it is on fire - from his touch, from the situation, from your headache - and you fear making a complete idiot of yourself. Foggy and Karen are here, and you don't want to embarrass Matt.

“Mommy, I need my sunnies!” Your perfect little distraction says from the other side of the stroller and it's the excuse you need to pull away from Matt. You kneel and rummage in your bag until you find the pink Barbie glasses and hand them over to your daughter, then take the time to pull yours out as well.

By the time you get them on and lock the stroller, everyone else is on the blanket. You situate yourself beside Minnie and tell yourself you need to pay attention as she enthusiastically begins to point out ducks to Foggy and Karen.

“That's Moose, he's mean!” She describes to her new friends, while grabbing Matt's hand so she can turn him in the right direction. You aren't sure if he really needs it - you haven't sat down and spoken about his needs since the revelation about his and Minnie’s senses. You make note to do that.

You listen to the back and forth about your daughter's favorite duck characters and story lines, trying to desperately be in the moment. The warm sun feels good on your skin, and you yearn to just flop over and close your eyes. The tension and pain seem to only be increasing. This may turn into a full-blown migraine.

As you start to mentally debate taking more ibuprofen, Minnie cuts herself off from describing how Moose is a food thief and whips her head towards the street, eyes going big. It very much reminds you of a dog that has caught the scent of a prey animal.

Foggy snorts with laughter at your daughter's expression, “Oh my God, she's just like Matt. What do you hear, girl? Is Timmy in a well?”

That has you wondering how often Matt gets his attention drawn away by something only he can sense and how many times Foggy has made that joke to him.

You don't get a chance to ask, because Mouse is turning her big begging eyes on you now, “Mommy, it's the ice cream man! Can we get ice cream? Please, please, please, please?” She is practically vibrating with desire, and you are not going to deny her anything.

“You can get a small ice cream,” you tell her, like it's a compromise. “You don't want your tummy to hurt later.”

She lets out a shriek of joy and scrambles up. To everyone's amusement, she starts digging through your bag for your wallet, and once she finds it, runs it back to you, held over her head like it's a prize. She practically crashes into you, the biggest smile on her face, and you do a scoop and turn maneuver to sit her in your lap.

“Would you like any ice cream?” you ask the three friends sitting with you, not wanting anyone to feel excluded.

Foggy pushes himself up into standing before you finish getting the words out of your mouth, “Of course we want ice cream, what kind of question is that? Do I look like I say no to ice cream?”

“Oh, a cone does sound really good,” Karen muses beside you.

“Then ice cream it is,” Matt declares, getting up as well. “My treat,” he adds much to your dismay. You don't get to protest, as he barrels on, holding his free hand out to Minnie, “Want to lead the way, sweetheart?”

Your daughter practically leaps up to grab onto her Daddy, demanding, “Carry me!”

“Minnie!” You quickly chastise, shame running through you. She knows better than to jump and climb on people, but you are beginning to fear Matt may become her new jungle gym. No one else shares this worry, least of all Matt, who simply gives into his daughter's will and swings her up onto his hip with a laugh. She clings to his neck and shoulder, and because she is sweet as pie, plants a big kiss on his cheek.

Everything happens so fast that you are still sitting on the blanket with Karen, and you don't even think of standing before Foggy is looking down at you and Karen, “What flavor do you want?”

“I'm feeling chocolate,” the strawberry blonde hums, tapping her index finger on her chin.

The shame and anxiety demon is growing in your throat at the implication you and Karen will stay while the men and your daughter fetch dessert. You want to say that you can pay and that you can go get it - that they should spend the time relaxing - but the darkness in your mind screams that if you say anything other than ‘vanilla’, you're going to ruin everything. Minnie's fun will stop, and Matt's friends are going to judge you, and thus him, and you can't do that.

So, you croak out your preference and hope Matt's super senses are too focused on his daughter to notice you are two steps away from a breakdown.

“One chocolate, one vanilla, coming right up,” Foggy says so cheerfully and you wonder if he is always like this, or if it is an act for Minnie. You honestly can't tell, especially when he turns his attention to your little one, “Okay, Lassie, where's the ice cream truck?”

Matt and Karen laugh at the reference, and you force a smile because it is a cute joke. Minnie points over her Daddy's shoulder towards the road and directs, “That way!”

Matt, managing to keep a straight face, purposely turns to face the river and takes a step towards it, “this way?”

“No, Daddy! Other way!”

“Ah,” he pivots to his left, so he is facing the bushes that border the edge of the park, “This way.”

Mouse dissolves into giggles, hiding her face against his neck and Matt gets the sweetest, dopiest smile on his face - like this is the best moment of his life. It makes your heart sing to see them play and tease and you wish so desperately you weren't in agony so you could actually enjoy it.

Your daughter must say something to Matt, as he lets out a loud barking laugh before kissing the top of her head, “Okay, okay, we won't miss the ice cream. Fog, would you be so kind?” He motions to the sidewalk with the hand holding his cane and there must be an understanding, as the blonde man holds out his arm for Matt to take. The cane is expertly folded up and the two men and your daughter start walking towards the road. It doesn't take more than a few steps for all of them to start laughing again.

You and Karen watch as they disappear down the sidewalk. The woman beside you is smiling softly, clearly enjoying the show that is Matt with Minnie. You hope you are smiling as well and not looking like some sort of summer Grinch.

“You know,” Karen says a few moments after they turn around a corner and go out of sight, “I don't remember the last time I saw him smile so much.”

You turn your attention to her, ducking your head just slightly, “she adores him.”

“And he adores her,” she quickly confirms. “And you.” You doubt that but know better than to try to argue. It doesn't matter, anyways, because she doesn't give you room to, continuing on, “He's been through a lot - not just his childhood but recently, too. I was really scared for him. We thought…we thought we lost him.” Your heart clenches tightly at the conversation. Karen switches from a soft smile to biting her lips and looking like she might start crying at the memories she's bringing up inside herself. “He's a good man but, truth be told, he's an idiot sometimes. He thought he was alone. That he had to be alone.”

You are lucky you are wearing your glasses because you can't bring yourself to look at Karen. It hurts to hear her talk about Matt in that way. You haven't had this sort of conversation with him - everything has been so surface level or about Minnie. You clear your throat and ask, “What about you and Foggy? You all seem very close.”

Karen laughs a little sadly, then tucks some hair behind her ear, “He and Foggy weren't talking. It was all…complicated. But it's better now. We're all good. Or we are working in it.” She takes a breath, and you see her look up, and you think she's smiling at you, “The point is he's…I don't worry anymore. You came into his life, and it is like you knocked some sense into him. He was never good at taking care of himself and now, he puts in the effort. He doesn't want to disappoint you. He wants to be a good dad.”

Her words confuse you - Matt seems very put together - he's a lawyer with amazing accomplishments under his belt. She must be talking about his personal life and fear trickles into your system. Was he an alcoholic or a drug user? As long as it was all behind him, you can't judge him for it. You know people have spotty pasts and even good people have rough times - and that doesn't make them any less of a good person. You'd be a hypocrite if you did think less of him because you've had your own share of troubles.

You want Karen to know that. You start to pick at the hem of your jeans, so you have something to do with your hands while your mind free-fall. “He's a good dad,” you start slowly. “He's amazing with Minnie. He's so attentive and understanding and I love watching them play. I'm still getting used to the whole…” you lower your voice, just in case, “super-senses thing, but he's been helpful in explaining things. I’m just glad he wants to be in her life.”

“Are hers as good as his?” She asks and you can feel her leaning towards you. You don't know the answer to that, as Matt hasn't exactly explained in detail what he is able to do, but you do know Minnie has abilities you didn't know were possible.

You shrug in response, “I'm not sure, but…I don't hear or see an ice cream truck, so.”

She laughs at that, then you fall back into a silence. You can tell she wants to ask more, but you aren't sure why she hesitates. You are grateful for it, though, and behind your glasses, you close your eyes. The back of your skull is throbbing and part of it has curled around to your left ear. You resist the urge to try to massage it away and instead try to stretch, letting your chin touch your collar bone. You focus on breathing through your nose, hoping it will magically make things more tolerable.

Your mind feels like sludge, and you start wondering how long it will take until Minnie is worn out. You usually end up spending about an hour and a half at the park, enjoying the sun and ducks, and you've only just gotten here. You have no idea if it will go quicker or slower with more people for Mouse to interact with. Usually, she stays in your lap, hiding away from people, but she very obliviously loves Foggy. You think it is because he's good with children - Matt told you he has a big extended family. She had opened up to him very quickly once she realized he is Matt's best friend. Best friend is an important word to a toddler, apparently.

“It isn't just Minnie,” Karen says suddenly, bringing you back to reality. You frown at her, not understanding what she's talking about. Had you missed part of the conversation?

“It isn't just Minnie,” she repeats, “it's you, too.”

You feel like a lost lamb. Your brain hasn't caught up with what is going on and all you can do is gawk at the woman beside you.

“Me…?” You question and she nods.

“You make him happy, too.”

You don't understand why she's telling you that or what it has to do with anything. You get you've made Matt happy by bringing Minnie into his life. The only response you can think to give is a simple, “I'm glad.”

You can feel Karen examining you, but you refuse to meet her gaze. You don't think that was the right thing to say, but it is all you have. You are glad bringing Minnie into Matt's life has made him happy and seemingly changed things for the better for him. You want him to have a good life.

In the corner of your eye, you see Karen reach out and you brace yourself as she puts her hand on your shoulder. She says your name, then gently questions, “Are you doing alright? You look pale.”

You force yourself to smile and give a dismissive shake of your head, “Just a little headache. I took some ibuprofen; it just hasn't kicked in yet.”

She quickly drops her hand, humming in sympathy, “I get that. I have some Motrin in my purse, if you need something stronger.”

“Oh, no, I'll be okay,” you promise.

You'll have to be okay. Minnie and Matt will be back from getting ice cream any minute and you will need to go into Mom-mode to make sure your daughter doesn't make an absolute mess of herself. Then, you'll need to keep an eye on her while you remain at the park for however long, because you will never forgive yourself if you give any indication to Matt's friends that you're not a suitable parent.

You just need to take a deep breath and make sure you don't space out again.

You'll be fine.

After all, it is just a headache.

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butterscotchpiesandguys · 5 months

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Bad Boys Get More

I had been working my office job for years now, at least 3. I talked my way up and had been happily ready to be promoted. But last time someone got it over me, no big deal. I wasn't concerned. I mean he was here longer than even I was! So of course he did! And then this month I had applied and interviewed again for a manager spot. Even higher than I got before. Unfortunately... I had been passed up again.

This time was different though. This time was much much worse. It was some guy with tats all over his body. That wasn't the only problem either. Devin, the new "manager" and guy in question, just didn't show up to work some days. So I decided enough was enough and I tried to confront my boss about it. It was his decision ultimately.

"Hey." I said a bit annoyed, but trying to conceal it. "Mind if I have a piece of your time, Henry."

My boss looked at me, he was also a bit younger... not as young as me but not old old? Probably just about 40. "Yeah sure, what's it about." He said a bit plainly as he walked back into his office, me following.

"It's about Devin." He nodded, knowing what I was going to say. "Why was he chosen over me? I mean... he has such shit attendance! He barely even did his job!"

By now Henry was a bit upset, I had been talking about this for the past week to other co-workers and he had overheard it. This was his decision and now he'd let me know why. "You wanna know why Devin got the job instead of you? One simple reason. He's chill."

"What?"

He continued as if I hadn't said a word. "Devin's a cool guy, he's been here a little less than you, sure, but he won't complain when someone else gets the job instead of him." He looked at me and nodded, as if knowing something.

"But he hardly looks professional!" I blurted out.

"Neither do you, Colt." Colt? Who's Colt? "But don't worry, we don't discriminate here against what's on someone's body. Which by the way, what are all of yours about?" He pointed to my arm... what was happening to it?! Black writing was going down it and ink filled it up. Making images, Henry came over and looked at my arm.

"Oh that? That's a meaning between someone and... wait... no..." I tried to resist.

"No need... dang, what gym do you go to? I would ask the next question on our interview but you've worked here for a while and I do know you can lift more than 50 pounds now." I looked at my bulking up physique. I tried to stop it but it just looked like I was flexing more. I held back a chuckle.

"Well... I think the interview might be done. You have the job, unless you have questions for me."

"I-I... What did you do to me?!" I stood up and looked at my body. My clothes clung to every bit of me, an outline in my pants and pecs obvious.

"Why Colt, I just made you able to get the job you wanted. Trust me. We were going to give it to you anyways but with how you were acting? Devin put in a good word at least. Said all you needed to do was be more like him. So... there ya go." He stood up and shook my hand.

"You'll get used to your new life during your shift with Dev tonight, shouldn't take long. Tons of changes... hopefully you find them all for the better." Henry smirked as he walked out. Devin came into the room.

"Glad to see you finally got 'your' Position dude. We're gonna have fun tonight..."

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oozedninjas · 3 months

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hi i have come for your soul i adore your content...,,

might i request a little blurb about the 07 guys stamina ? like how many rounds they can go , for how long, when they could go again, etc.. thatstuff

sincerely the cockwarm req person i luv you very much <3 have a greatday - 🐛

Hi babe, nice to see you around again!

2007 NSFW(ish?) / 18+ / boys are mid to late twenties /

Leo

Good habits, such as getting enough sleep, exercising, and proper rest, are crucial pillars to build powerful stamina. Leonardo accomplishes all three in his regular training sessions (which also include meditation).

Taking the latter into account, his stamina is probably the highest among all his brothers. I think he might be able to go from three to five times in one session, maybe two in a row, and after some rest, the other ones. It also depends on his mood or the situation he's in.

Pent-up stress gets relieved like this, for instance, and you could swear he can go all night. But on nights when he feels more romantic, maybe one or two are enough.

It also depends on his partner. I can't think of any version of Leo who wouldn't care if you're hurting. So, if you can only go one time, one time it is.

10/10

Raph

As beefy as he looks and with a jawline reminiscent of a sex god, I believe two is his limit, maybe three if I'm being generous.

Excessive exercise without proper rest might cause him to get tired more easily after a couple of rounds.

However, he lasts long.

I think he has a pretty good level of resistance, so if you're going for positions that require a bit of extra effort, he's your man of choice.

9/10

Donnie

I think that with the proper rest between one session and the next, he can climax about three times.

Yet, what's more important for Don is that his partner has a good time, and he tends to focus a lot on their needs.

Do you like it when he lasts longer? He can do that!

Do you prefer to have him cuming on you for starters? Perfect!

His stamina is pretty consistent despite his lack of sleep.

Not tremendously high, but enough to have satisfactory sessions.

He gets really anxious, though. So, if you include some reassurance in aftercare, he'd be super grateful!

8/10

Mikey

I think he comes second to Leo.

Even if not intentionally, Mikey has a pretty good balance between exercising and proper rest.

He loves to have a good time with his partner, so it would last as long as the moment or mood requires, and you can bet he'd have the energy!

Also, I think that your satisfaction is very important to him, so he won't stop until you've come.

I think Mikey can do multiple rounds but ends up absolutely wasted and with a silly smile on his face haha

10/10

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rusmii · 7 months

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-DEEP-

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ – NOTE♡: it's not october yet but i just needed to get this out there. NOT proofread

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ – paring: incubus!chuuya x fem!reader hc's

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ – tw//: NSFW, dom chuuya, chuuya is a little mean but takes care of reader, service top chuuya, overstim, mentions of praising, pet names, womb fucking, mentions of a condom breaking, big dick chuuya!!!, mentions of morning pills, breeding kink, cunnlingous, drunk sex (reader is drunk but consents)

i literally cannot stop thinking about how big chuuya's dick is.

since he's an incubus he was probably meant to have a big dick idk

anyways...

incubus!chuuya who has a big cock

incubus!chuuya who has a natural lubricant(aka his pre-cum) that acts as an aphrodisiac

incubus!chuuya who's lubricant dick also has this special affect that allows your body to slick up and expand to mold to his cock

incubus!chuuya who couldn't resist your pretty little self when he saw you at the bar

incubus!chuuya who bought you a drink to comfort you after he found out about your lying cheating ex and toxic friends

incubus!chuuya who laughs and goes along with your jokes to make you feel better

incubus!chuuya who offers to give you a ride home as you took a taxi/an uber here

incubus!chuuya who couldn't say no to your pretty little drunk self after you offered to let him stay the night as a thanks

incubus!chuuya who laughs when you insist you're not that drunk and that you can walk perfectly fine even though you're clinging onto him like a madman.

incubus!chuuya who can feel himself getting excited as you two near your house.

incubus!chuuya who allows himself to get manhandled and thrown on the bed

incubus!chuuya who accepts the offer to help you forget about your unfortunate events

incubus!chuuya who flips you over and starts eating you out

incubus!chuuya who feeds off your sexual desires and juices as he sucks and dips his head lower in between your thighs.

incubus!chuuya who keeps going to town as he felt you orgasm

incubus!chuuya who doesn't lent up and keeps overstimulating you until you feel like you're about to pass out

incubus!chuuya who smirks as he hums in content at the feeling of your thighs wrapping tightly around his head

incubus!chuuya who looks surprised at your sudden squirt and then sticks his fingers into your cunt, urging you to be a good girl and do it again for him

incubus!chuuya who pulls another 5-7 squirting orgasms out of you for his pleasure

incubus!chuuya who unzips his pants and kicks it off, only to leave his boxers on and rub his hard on against your soaking pussy

incubus!chuuya who keeps rubbing himself on you, claiming that he could just cum right here and now and leave you be, unsatisfied

incubus!chuuya who revels in delight at the sight of your begging, trembling form

incubus!chuuya who gives in to your pretty little tears. how could he resist such a tempting delicacy?

incubus!chuuya who tears the rest of your clothes off and kicks his off leaving the two of you butt naked

incubus!chuuya who made sure to put on a condom before aligning himself up to your entrance

incubus!chuuya who respect your boundaries and asks for consent

incubus!chuuya who warns you that he won't be able to stop till the morning sunrise, probably not even till then until he's satisfied

incubus!chuuya who gives you one last warning right before he thrusts himself inside you

incubus!chuuya who watches as your eyes widened at his large grit and long length

incubus!chuuya who pushes himself inside more forcibly in a slow manner, trying to mold your pussy for his cock exactly

incubus!chuuya who reaches the end of your cervix when he's almost to his hilt

incubus!chuuya who starts rubbing against your cervix with smile, knowing that it felt pleasurable for you

incubus!chuuya who watches you as you looked confused, why did it feel so good even though people said it would hurt?

incubus!chuuya who whispers into your ear that he has a magic dick and pushes against your cervix, now pushing inside a little

incubus!chuuya who uses his lubricant to soften up your walls and allow him in

incubus!chuuya who thrusts inside your womb so slowly

incubus!chuuya who has a smirk on his face as your eyes roll back

incubus!chuuya who puts his hand on your stomach, feeling his dick inside

incubus!chuuya who lifts your legs and puts it around his waist, your ass now snug on his lap as he hovers above you

incubus!chuuya starts thrusting into you at a fast pace as you start clawing at his back, your feet in the air- straining

incubus!chuuya who moans in pain and pleasure at you scratching his back

incubus!chuuya who keeps going faster and deeper, his thrusts becoming rougher

incubus!chuuya who thrusts so deep inside your womb that you're scared he might reach your organs

incubus!chuuya who sucks, fondles, and plays with your tits as he fucks into you

incubus!chuuya who's natural lubricant also affects your body, causing you to lactate

incubus!chuuya who gulps the milk down like it was his last day on earth

incubus!chuuya who has one hand on your tit, his mouth on the other, and his other hand underneath your backside to keep you stable and in place

incubus!chuuya who keeps thrusting even as you squirt all over

incubus!chuuya who marks your body all over, never letting a spot miss

incubus!chuuya who cums many times inside your poor womb- the condom already ripped by the sheer force of cum inside

incubus!chuuya who shushes your worries away as he promises you to buy you morning pills

incubus!chuuya who keeps on pounding you into the sheets till sunrise- in all different postions

incubus!chuuya who chose the missionary position for the last round as he emptys his last load into you

incubus!chuuya who cums so hard his eyes roll back and he clutches you so hard you feel like you might break

incubus!chuuya who's hips are still trembling after that intense orgasm

incubus!chuuya who makes out with you passionately but softly

incubus!chuuya who prepares for aftercare

incubus!chuuya who runs a bath for you, cleans you up, settles you back down on your bed and cooks a meal for you

incubus!chuuya who urges you to at least eat no matter how tired you are

incubus!chuuya who places you on his lap, faced forward. he picked up the silverware and brought it to your lips, telling you to be his good girl and eat

incubus!chuuya who, after successfully getting you to eat, places you back down on the bed to let you sleep and cleans up the mess

incubus!chuuya who leaves afterwards to buy you morning pills and leave it on your nightstand

incubus!chuuya who grabs a pen and paper and writes down his number for you before leaving

incubus!chuuya who smiles to himself as he saw your message on his phone the following evening, saving your contact with a '<3' as your name

made by ©churuai pls don't steal

rb and comments appreciated !!

#chuuya supremacy #bsd x reader #bsd #incubus!chuuya #chuya x reader #chuuya x reader #chuuya headcanons #bsd headcanons #chuuya smut #bsd chuuya #chuuya nakahara #chuuya imagines #sorry guys i rlly love chuuya #✎runiwrites #chuuya–bsd #⛌⛌⛌

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alornights · 11 months

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Bro I am obsessed with your bimbo!Reader it was so good and it honestly reminded me about the song bimbo doll by Tula Tsoil AND PLS THE THINGS I WILL DO FOR A KYLE ONE 🙏🏾🙏🏾

⟢ smarties

➜ in which ! kyle tries to resist the pretty bimbo girl.

🌷 ﹫kyle broflovski.

✩ 🦩 warnings﹗suggestive.

🍧 ⟡ notes — BIMBOS BIMBOS I LOVE BIMBOS LORD

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"I don't know..." The girl beside Kyle whined as he finally looked up from his page having spaced out.

Mr. Garrison sighed, "How the hell do you forget your backpack."

"I was in a rush." You murmured with a pout crossing your arms.

Kyle tilted his head somewhat amused by what was going on, usually, it was Cartman or Clyde making a fuss so this was new.

The girl turned to Kyle batting her long lashes with a smile, "Hey you, help me out?"

"Huh?"

You giggled pushing your desk to be next to him before leaning into him, "You'll help me out with this stuff, right?"

"Huh."

the only reason you guys even started talking was because you were failing half your classes and you begged kyle to tutor and how could he resist with the way you were staring at him.

even though he's mentally scared due to cartman from continuing relationships he just cant help himself.

trust, he tried desperately not to fall into the rabbit hole everyone else at school was going down with you.

but the way you just seemed to be a little more happier around him made his heart beat and he gave up.

yet he can't help but smile knowing cartman can't nor won't be able to get in the way of you two like he has with kyle's past relationships.

you're too dumb to notice, or you just don't fucking care.

maybe he likes you because your so naive in a way.

either way his head spins and his heart begins to explode with every passing day, his desire to be around you intensifying.

"Who would've thought that you of all people would be interested, let alone falling for Y/N of all people." Stan teased with a chuckle gulping down his soda.

Kyle rolled his eyes taking a sip of his own drink, "Me neither."

"Probably because you're too up your ass." Kenny joked with a grin throwing his bottle at Kyle's head.

everything you did was intoxicating to him, he couldn't breath.

the way you would plop yourself up on his desk your chest a little too close to his face, the urge to just plant his hands on your waist becoming all the prominent in his mind.

the way you'd link your arms with his as you walked through the halls, not paying anyone but him attention.

the way you'd just grab his hands without any notice and start playing with them sent shivers of delight down his body.

he lowkey feels like he's on drugs.

and when you start getting along with his brother? its over, he officially fallen head over heels for you.

and once again i give you a romance trope. bimbo pretty girl with the nerdy hot boy. MATCH MADE IN HEAVEN PEOPLE-

and when you started full on flirting with him he thought he'd die.

"You're so handsome Ky..." You murmur with a smile placing your hands on his shoulders, rubbing them slightly.

"You're making me go crazy." He groaned into your neck, wrapping his arms around your waist to bring you closer.

You giggled wrapping your arms around his neck to bring him closer, "Am I now?"

he's so interested in the gossip, like actually.

at first, he was iffy when you started telling people's drama but after a while, he was fully invested in these fucking plot lines.

somehow managing to get him to skip class, lord knows how.

oh he turns into such a "rebel" at times with you, maybe even lets you make out with him in the most obvious but not places.

bro starts getting real bold really fast though, calls you angel, precious, darling and all these other things.

confidently just starts bragging to all his friends about having you wrapped around his finger (even tho its also the other way around)

makes a living off of tutoring and dedicates half of it to you.

his dad is also somewhat rich, the guys a lawyer, he probably makes bank and gives allowances to his kids.

"What do you think?" You questioned walking out of the changing room, doing a little twirl before looking at yourself in the mirror to see if you were liking the look.

"Divine." Was all he could say giving you a thumbs up, looking anywhere but your face, watching as your dress began to hike up to your ass due to how tight it was.

"Really?" You questioned happily turning back to him.

He smiled with a laugh. "Really, you look beautiful angel."

you so totally got him into haircare and skin care.

you thought kyle was good looking before? he's looking like an angel sent from heaven a few weeks after consistent care.

you also some how manage to get him to drive you anywhere you wanted for lunch, of course, to study.

loves loves loves getting you to play basketball with him.

lord have mercy on him when you start running. the man is gone.

he'll help show you how to shoot a shot coming up behind you letting his arms go all over you with a smirk.

and god knows what happens when you full on just start making actual moves, actual meaning risky moves.

"Mmmm, Kyle can we go home." You whined, tugging him away from his friends. "Please? 'M so bored watching this."

Kyle sighed kissing your lips lightly, "Soon precious. We're almost done with the match."

You pouted letting your hands go under his shirt to draw circles on his stomach. "Please Ky?"

Kyle paused sucking in a breath taking a look at the other guys who to engrossed in playing basketball before looking at you. "Angel."

"Let's go..." You demanded with an innocent smile, letting your hands fall lower and lower.

Kyle groaned, "The things you do to me, let's go."

#south park x reader #kyle broflovski x reader #ILLECEBROUS SERIES — ✿

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lamprophonia · 7 months

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》 [ yandere!Heir. ] 《

character intro. masterlist.

yan!heir x gn!reader: yandere alphabet. 3054 words. reader referred to as 'you'. cw for general yandere behavior — manipulation, abduction, etc.

DO NOT USE OR REPOST MY WRITING ANYWHERE.

☆ A IS FOR AFFECTION. how do they show their love and affection? how intense would it get?

leon is a pretty affectionate person, both as a friend and as a partner. he has money, and his main way of showing his affection is spending it on you. use his stuff, hang out at his place, come on trips with him, hell, just ask him for gifts; he'll do all of it and some more, because why should you only have one colorway? you deserve all of them, frankly.

it only gets more intense if the two of you actually get together. what's the point of having a partner if he can't spend daddy's money on them? this is when it goes past the point of 'you deserve more'.

you're getting more, whether you asked for it or not. every deluxe edition, every option, whatever. at this point, asking which one you want is formality; he's getting all of them and flowers on top. 'just because' gifts were already a thing when he was just your friend; now he has an excuse to gift you things constantly.

☆ B IS FOR BLOOD. how messy are they willing to get for their darling?

leon doesn't mind getting messy, not at all. he's been fixing 'problems' in your relationship for ages, after all; he doesn't care. he likes to avoid any bloodshed, and usually he's able to — bribery, manipulation, and gossip work just fine. it's not like he wants to do it, but it's for your own good, he thinks.

he knows best, after all.

if leon ever needs to kill someone — some particularly persistent pest getting in his way — he's willing to do so and has more than enough resources to get away with it. he'd still rather not get his own hands dirty; paying someone off would be the ideal way to take care of things.

even if he fucks something up — trusts the wrong person or fails to find anyone and has to do his own dirty work, it's not like his family would ever let the vidal heir go to jail.

☆ C IS FOR CRUELTY. how would they treat their darling once abducted? would they mock them?

ideally, leon would never have to abudct you; he'd be trying to get you to move in with him. he has the space, has the money, and you've known him for ages, so why not, right?

if he does have to abduct you, he won't be happy about it. he will do it with a mildly exasperated reluctance. can't you see he's just looking out for you? you can be so stupid sometimes. even then, he would never hurt or mock you; you'd be treated well, he has to keep up the idea that he's just doing what's best for you.

you'd get a room, good food, maybe even allowed to leave, with his supervision. just never permanently.

☆ D IS FOR DARLING. aside from abduction, would they do anything against their darling's will?

again, he'd probably not be super into the idea of abducting his darling; generally, forcing anything on you is not what leon wants. he would never disrespect consent, though, even if he's a manipulative bastard.

☆ E IS FOR EXPOSED. how much of their heart do they bare to their darling? how vulnerable are they when it comes to their darling?

leon, since you two are childhood best friends, would be a pretty emotionally open person. hell, he would use that fact to his advantage if it comes to manipulating and guilt tripping you; you can't leave, that'd be cruel — you're the only real friend he has.

he wouldn't be willing to be open about the most unsavory things he does for you, though. once you get into a relationship, he'll admit he's had feelings for you for a while, but as far as he'll tell you, that's all there was to it. no bribery, no violence, no gaslighting or manipulation; what, are you crazy? he wouldn't hurt a fly.

☆ F IS FOR FIGHT. how would they feel if their darling fought back?

leon treats any resistance to his actions or suggestions as an unfortunate decision on your part. he loves you, but sometimes make such stupid choices. why can't you just see things his way?

oh well. he'll give a sigh and an eyeroll about it and pretend to give up. you don't wanna break up with your new partner just because leon thinks they're bad news? fine, it's your life. just don't be surprised if said significant other turns out to be a cheater, a liar, a horrible person, or just straight-up ghosts you out of nowhere a few weeks later.

don't worry, leon will be there to comfort you. he won't even say 'i told you so'. how gracious.

☆ G IS FOR GAME. is this a game to them? how much would they enjoy watching their darling try to escape?

again, leon just thinks of any resistance as... bad decision-making on your part. a small, mildly annoying quirk of your personality, if anything. he might see it as amusing, at times, but his amusement is short-lived and usually turns into quiet exasperation.

☆ H IS FOR HELL. what would be their darling's worst experience with them?

probably the dependence that leon will be trying his best to instill within the relationship. you want to leave? fine, darling, go on. see how great things are without him.

have fun without the financial support, him paying for anything you asked — and sometimes didn't ask — for. bet it's a good time when all of your other friends start to mysteriously cut you off, while professors and bosses suddenly become much less lenient than before with no explanation.

it's alright, though. leon will be waiting with open arms for when you eventually come crawling back, ready to hold you close all over again. he never wanted it to come to this, all the bribery completely isolating you took; but it was worth it, getting to click his tongue and croon at you soothingly.

it's not your fault, after all, he knows that sometimes you just... get irrational. it's okay, he's still here for you. he knows you need him. and now, you know that too, don't you?

☆ I IS FOR IDEALS. what kind of future do they have in mind for/with their darling?

leon, at the core of his obsession, wants to be the most important person in your life, as you are in his. he's content with a platonic relationship, even as you two grow — although, that doesn't mean he's content with any potential spouse of yours taking that number one spot from him.

romantically, leon definitely would want the two of you married at some point. he's patient, and he'll wait, but he really does want to provide for you, give you the life that you deserve. being the sole breadwinner in a stereotypical, white picket fence family doesn't sound too bad for him, but he's flexible and willing to adjust to your wants and needs. the only thing he's dead set on is you with a ring on your finger.

platonic or romantic, either way, leon wants you to be dependent on him, as mentioned; he's ready to pay your rent, tuition, bills, whatever. hell, come live with him — he'll be ecstatic. he wants to prove that you don't, and never will, need anyone other than him.

☆ J IS FOR JEALOUSY. do they get jealous? do they lash out or find a way to cope?

leon's default state towards any of your other friends is either jealousy or mild amusement, depending on whether he considers them enough of a threat.

the non-threatening ones he treats with a small, patronizing smile; you and your little friends. he's willing to let you indulge like that; after all, he knows random acquaintances, and classmates or coworkers won't ever compare to him. it's almost endearing to look at for him — you, the picture of perfection, mingling with people he perceives as nothing but worms beneath your feet.

the problem starts when those worms become pests, actually growing close enough with you to become a threat. this is where leon's jealous side shines, sparkles, and glows — he despises the idea that anyone even thinks they're good enough for you to be that close with. that's for him, and him only.

i don't know whether you'd consider systematically removing them from your life via means of manipulation and bribery to be lashing out or a coping mechanism; but that's what leon does, and he certainly doesn't shy away from it.

☆ K IS FOR KISSES. how do they act around or with their darling?

shameless favoritism. you're the favorite of all of his friends, and he doesn't hesitate to show that fact to you and everyone else around. adores spoiling you, both within a platonic and romantic relationship.

he wants everyone to see how great, how amazing, how perfect you are; and how he's the only one who gets to be this close to you. shows you off as the guest of honor, the person of the hour, the love of his life, always with a hand on your shoulder, around your waist, keeping you close somehow.

all of this helps, of course, with leon's more manipulative tendencies. don't you see how great he is to you? how great he is for you? he's happy to pull some strings and use his family's resources and connections to help you break into whatever industry you choose, to get you the best possible opportunities and anything else you need.

just as long as you stay by his side, leon will keep doing what he loves to do: treating you the way you deserve to be treated.

☆ L IS FOR LOVE LETTERS. how would they go about courting or approaching their darling?

leon's method of 'courting' is slowly but surely making you fall in love with him, making you believe that he is the best choice available. his ideal scenario would be you confessing to him, not the other way around; but if he can't make that happen, he'll simply wait until he's sure you'll say yes, at which point he will do so very casually. he's a patient man.

after that point, all of his usual 'friendly' behavior just ramps up in intensity. if you thought he was spoiling you before, get ready; you haven't seen anything yet. 'just because' gifts go from something he does maybe three or four times a year to a twice-a-month occurrence, flowers, if you're into those — this is his time to shine, to show you that he knows you best. that he is the best choice there ever was.

if you don't ever confess, or he reads the moment wrong and you do end up saying no, he will be very nonchalant about it. he's fine with staying as your best friend, his obsession was set in stone long before he developed romantic feelings for you; you'll just have to bear in mind the fact he still expects to be the number one person in your life, whether you end up getting a spouse or not.

☆ M IS FOR MASK. are their true colors drastically different from the way they act around everyone else?

yes.

leon externally is a confident, popular, overall upstanding guy. bit arrogant, maybe a bit spoiled, too, at times, sure, but hey, he's only human. he's known as a social, fun guy who just enjoys throwing giant parties and blowing some cash on a fun weekend. nothing wrong with that, right?

internally, leon is so, so much more egotistical than anyone could ever suspect. he has some kind of god complex, seeing people as just inherently beneath him. rich kid syndrome hit him hard, except he also has enough social awareness to realize letting others know he sees them as worms or pests is not exactly a great idea.

the only person exempt from this way of being perceived by him is you, of course — you're the only person he considers his equal; unfortunately, that leads to his obsession, thinking no one else is good enough for you.

☆ N IS FOR NAUGHTY. how would they punish their darling?

leon is never super keen on doing anything unkind to you, but he will do it, however reluctantly. it's for your own good, he decides whenever he is faced with the unfortunate necessity of manipulating you to keep you by his side.

the only outright punishment he would ever dull out is withdrawal; he wants you to need him, to lean on him for support, and if you try to leave, he won't hesitate to pull the rug out from under you, to show you just how good he makes life for you.

☆ O IS FOR OPPRESSION. how many rights would they take away from their darling?

ideally, none. he doesn't want to do anything to hurt or restrict you. he already doesn't like manipulating you, even though he's willing to do so guilt-free to anyone else. any rules leon wants to enforce with you, he is much more keen on doing so subtly; move in with him so you can leave that shitty job he knows you hate; and hey, since you're roommates now, obviously he wants to know what you're up to during the day. that's just, like, good manners.

☆ P IS FOR PATIENCE. how patient are they with their darling?

to a fault. leon has a near unlimited amount of patience for any 'misbehavior' before he does something drastic like abducting you. the only real punishment he is willing to give is cutting you off financially, as mentioned above; still, even that is only ever done with the intention of making you come back to him.

☆ Q IS FOR QUIT. if their darling dies, leaves, or successfully escapes, would they ever be able to move on?

no.

if you manage to leave, there is nothing you could do to stop him from coming after you. he will keep going after you until the ends of the earth, trying to convince you to come back. he has practically unlimited resources and is absolutely willing to use them on you; whether that means spoiling you or never letting you out of his grasp.

i think this is genuinely the only scenario where leon might abduct his darling. if you actually manage to keep running for long enough, his patience will eventually wear thin until he just can't help himself but bring you back home.

permanently, this time.

let's hope you had your fun while you were away, because now, he is not leaving your side ever again.

now, death is a bit of a different story. it's not exactly something leon can throw money at until it fixes itself, which is his usual method of dealing with problems. this is the only situation in which he would be forced to move on; he would find others to fill that void that you left, but ultimately, they'd still never compare to you.

☆ R IS FOR REGRET. would they ever feel guilty about abducting their darling? would they ever let their darling go?

yes and no. leon doesn't ever want it to get to that point in the first place. it'll take a lot to get him to actually forcefully abduct you, and he will certainly feel bad about it. unfortunately, he has experience doing things he feels bad about for you, so brushing that guilt away with 'it's for their own good' is almost too easy.

he wouldn't let you go, though. if it actually gets bad enough to the point of having to abduct you, leon will not be leaving your side. consider yourselves cuffed together; hell, he might actually do just that. you're staying with him, darling — he will break you before he lets you go.

☆ S IS FOR STIGMA. what brought about this side of them (childhood, curiosity, etc)?

family and childhood. leon's family is not exactly the 'family of yanderes' trope you'd have in mind, he wasn't ever told about anything to do with his little lovesickness outright, but his parents definitely encourage it — they won't let him get in trouble, they will absolutely let him blow ridiculous amounts of cash on you, and generally be supportive of whatever drastic measures he decides he needs to take.

as for childhood, that's just when his obsession started, and it's been steadily growing ever since. because of that, there is no way in hell you will ever make leon see that any of his behaviors aren't normal: he just wants the best for his closest friend! isn't that how friendship is supposed to work?

☆ T IS FOR TEARS. how do they feel about seeing their darling scream, cry, and/or isolate themselves?

generally, his first reaction will just be to hug you and not let you go until you've calmed down. he's pretty strong, which helps if you're angry and not sad — especially at him, yikes. he wants to know what happened and take care of the issue for you, but he'll make sure you're not screaming and crying before he asks.

isolating yourself isn't really different. leon will find you if you're not showing up to your work, your classes, and not responding to him. he'll just waltz on over to your place and stay there for as long as he needs until you talk to him about what's wrong.

his reaction isn't really different if you're upset because of him or while 'in his care'. he will still try to calm you down via physical contact first, then talk; although this time it's less him asking what's wrong, and more trying to convince you that whatever he did, he was just looking out for you.

☆ U IS FOR UNIQUE. would they do anything different from the classic yandere?

leon is a pretty soft yandere, much more on the manipulative/delusional side. doesn't like to use brute force and will actively try to avoid doing so.

☆ V IS FOR VICE. what weakness can their darling exploit in order to escape?

probably leon's guilt. if you play your cards right and look miserable enough once abducted, he might be forced to give into your demands. good luck with that, though; you'll still have to get through the near impenetrable wall of justifications for his behavior he's built up over the years, and that will not be an easy task.

☆ W IS FOR WIT'S END. would they ever hurt their darling?

no.

at least, not physically, i guess? if you haven't caught on yet, leon's a pretty manipulative person. still, he doesn't want to hurt your feelings until he deems it necessary.

☆ X IS FOR XOANON. how much would they revere or worship their darling? to what length would they go to win their darling over?

leon has a bit of a god complex, and you are the only person exempt from being seen as less than dirt beneath his feet. he sees you as an equal — which, in his case, means perfection personified.

leon will go as far as he needs in order to win you over, throwing gifts and lavish vacations at you and giving you enough affection to smother you and then some. he'd enjoy both a very willing darling as well as one that plays a bit hard to get — as long as you ultimately give in, he's willing to take on the challenge and try to find the perfect gifts to make you swoon.

☆ Y IS FOR YEARN. how long do they pine after their darling before they snap?

depends on what you'd consider snapping.

if snapping means killing someone for his darling, he will probably try all of his other tricks first, but he considers murder just another part of his arsenal. all is fair in love and war, or some shit; whatever. if someone's particularly persistent with their attempts to take you from him, he won't hesitate.

if snapping means abduction, then he'll put it off as much as he can and will only do so as a last resort. he really hopes it will never come to having to force you to stay by his side. he'll do it, but with a heavy heart.

☆ Z IS FOR ZENITH. would they ever break their darling?

leon hopes you'll just play along with all of his advances, but ultimately, he might just have to break his darling down, no matter guilty he will feel and how he will have to justify it to himself. it's all for your own good, after all; he'll be there to pick up the pieces, to rebuild you. with you by his side, all will be right in the world again.

#💎 // l. vidal #writing #yandere x darling #yandere x y/n #yandere x you #yandere x reader #yandere oc

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carlsdarling · 7 months

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Carl Grimes x Older!Reader headcanons

Carl falling in love with Y/N, who is older than him. Everyone is 18 or over. (It wasn't quite clear if this was supposed to be a cougar fic or one with only a small age gap. So I decided to leave the age of Y/N unspecified.)

Warnings: none

You never really paid attention to Carl Grimes, after all, he was younger than you, and he was always hanging around with the other teenagers, doing things that all the older ones were annoyed by - you too. Until he came to your rescue when you were attacked by several walkers, and looked at you worriedly out of his steel-blue eye .From that moment on, Carl somehow unobtrusively sought out your proximity and took every opportunity to start a conversation.

In doing so, he obviously made an effort to act particularly adult. Also, Carl tried to appear taller, even though he's taller than you anyway. For this purpose, he likes to stand on stairs, ledges or stones. But you suspect he is comparing himself to the other boys his age, who are taller than he is. You told him that he's gorgeous just the way he is and doesn't need to try to appear taller. That's when he turned a crimson red and grinned.

It was only after a while that you realized that Carl was deliberately trying to impress you - after knocking on your door several times and giving you items he'd scavenged especially for you, which he thought you might like. Or food, special things that you didn't find every day.

It made you a little uncomfortable, what would the neighbors think, Carl is younger than you. So you never invited him into the house at first. But one evening he asked straightforwardly, "Y/N, can I come in?" and you couldn't very well refuse, because he had finally brought you a basket of fruits and chocolates.

Carl curiously looked around your house while you eyed him with folded arms. Then he suggested that you could sit on the couch and eat pineapple. It amused you that Carl kept looking at you admiringly. "Carl, what's wrong?" you finally asked. "Uuum…I…I think I like you," he confessed with red cheeks. "Carl! I'm way too old for you!" you rebuffed in shock. But you couldn't deny that Carl was handsome and cute. "I don't care," Carl said defiantly.

After that night, Carl came over to your house regularly, it became a kind of ritual, you cooked something for both of you, and afterwards you watched a movie in the living room before Carl went home again. "Where does your dad think you are?" you asked him once. Carl shrugged his shoulders. "He's too busy to control me, and I'm an adult, so why should he care?" Carl's profile was lovely, and his ocean blue eye so beautiful, his hair so soft, and you couldn't stop looking at him furtively. He noticed and moved closer to you, then took your chin in his hands and kissed you softly on the lips. You hesitated at first, then let it happen, but when Carl tried to continue and to touch your breasts, you held his hands tightly. "Carl, stop it. I'm really too old for you." He pouted. "But then we can at least cuddle?" he asked.

From that point on, you spent your movie nights under a plaid, cuddling and making out. Again and again you had to reject Carl because he would like to have sex with you and tried to get closer to you. But you probably won't be able to resist permanently, because you're already thinking about Carl 24/7 and what it would be like to feel him.

(It is a bit short and not really good, but I wanted to start writing again...)

Tags: @loveforcarl @knochentrocken0808

#the walking dead #twd #carl grimes fanfiction #carl grimes x reader #carl grimes x y/n #carl grimes #carl grimes imagines #carl fanfiction #carl grimes fluff

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misc-obeyme · 10 months

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if nobody else has, may I politely request the dateables curing cat!mc?

Hi there!

Okay technically my requests are closed, so I was going to wait to do this until they were open again... buuuut I had some time, so here we are! I couldn't really resist because the cat!MC request was so fun and I love the dateables so much.

I did Luke, too, but once again his only requires a counter curse lol.

Thank you for the request!

GN!MC turns into a cat and the dateables must cure them with true love's kiss

Warnings: none

Diavolo

He has no idea how this cat got into his office at RAD, but he's delighted. Doesn't recognize you right away. Eventually realizes that there's a lot of magic going on with you, though, and that's when he figures it out. Oh dear, MC! You appear to have been turned into a cat. Don't worry, he'll figure out how to turn you back. But first he's going to take a bunch of pictures.

Picks you up carefully and carries you around while he makes inquiries of his most trusted advisers on how to turn you back. Barbatos probably has practical advise, but all Lucifer cares about is keeping the cat version of you away from Satan. Diavolo is pretty protective of you in this form, so there's really no need to be concerned. He won't let you out of his arms, let alone out of his sight. You can't complain. You don't mind being held against that particular chest all day.

He will take you under his care for as long as you're in kitty form. Won't entrust you to the brothers and takes you back to the castle instead. Let's be real, he's not really doing anything to find the cure. Barbatos is hard at work trying to figure out what happened to you. In the meantime, Diavolo is pampering you.

Eventually, Barbatos tells him he needs to use true love's kiss. Once again, he's thrilled. Takes you into his room where he cuddles you against his chest one last time before kissing the top of your head. You come back to yourself fully sitting in his lap, face pressed against that beautiful bosom. He's so happy to have you in his arms. He liked you in cat form, but this is much more preferable. Won't be able to stop himself from kissing you again.

Barbatos

Recognizes you instantly. Whether he finds you at RAD, the House of Lamentation, or wandering the halls of the Demon Lord's Castle, he knows it's you the moment he sees you. He's not sure how you got yourself into such a predicament, but he's prepared to help you return to your normal self. Chances are Barbatos already knows what needs to be done. He's likely seen stuff like this before.

He will take you into his care, bringing you to the castle where he can watch over you properly. He doesn't trust anyone else to care for you in this form and he needs to make sure he's got the right cure before he tries anything. He surprises you with how much he pampers you. While you're in residence, he likes to have you sit on a fancy cushion that he then carries around from room to room. Sometimes makes the Little Ds carry your cushion around. They don't seem to mind, you guys actually get along pretty well.

When he's not busy working or looking into the cure, he's going to want to hold you himself. Keeps you on his lap while he pets you or brushes out your fur. Talks to you like you're already back to normal and can keep up with your side of the conversation even though all you do is meow. Reassures you that he's working on bringing you back to normal.

Once he's confirmed what he knew all along, that it's true love's kiss you need, he will place you and your cushion on a chair before kissing one of your paws. You turn back into yourself sitting in front of him in the chair, your hand still in his. He pulls you up into his arms and kisses you for real. Welcome back, MC. You must forgive him for being so overjoyed to see you back in your usual form. You can be sure he's not going to let you go anywhere for a while.

Simeon

Oh, MC, you're adorable as a cat, but how did this happen? Most likely you went looking for him because you need help and you know you can count on him not to mess with you too much. Simeon does indeed take charge immediately upon your arrival. He enlists the help of all the demons and Solomon because he's not messing around. It's important that you return to normal as fast as possible, especially since you're the only one who can actually keep the brothers in line at all.

While he dictates to everyone else, he's making sure that he's taking care of you. Cooks you a bunch of special cat-friendly food. Makes you little fish shaped cat treats. Makes sure to get all the information on any classes you're missing while in cat form. Makes you a little place to sleep on his bed using pillows and blankets.

He doesn't make you stay in any one place, but he's always following along behind you if you decide to leave the room. He's worried about you. You're small now and you're used to being a human and what if you get into trouble? He wants to be there to make sure you're always okay. It's too risky to let you go wandering off on your own.

Eventually someone figures out that it's true love's kiss that will bring you back to yourself. He might think it's one of the brothers you need for this, so you'll have to do something to make sure he understands. Sit in his lap and purr. Butt your head into him and lick his cheek until he gets the message. He'll laugh and then kiss your whiskery cheek. You turn back into yourself and he can't help but wrap his arms around you, burying his face in your neck. He's just so happy that you're back.

Solomon

Assuming you've come to him because you're a cat now and you want someone to change you back, Solomon probably doesn't even notice you at first. He's too busy with whatever magical experiment he's got going on. He's going to get confused about a random cat showing up in his room. He's too distracted to do anything about it, though, and instead starts lecturing you about magic. He still thinks he's talking to a regular cat, but when you start to respond with well placed meows or by pawing at certain things on his table, he's going to figure it out. This cat is too smart to be an actual cat.

MC? Is that you? Ahaha! It is you! Sorry he didn't recognize you sooner! What in the world happened to you? He's probably going to make fun of you for a little bit because it's kind of precious that you're like this. He thinks you're so cute, he can't help but act like he's just going to leave you that way. Starts talking about magic again like he's actually teaching you something.

Meow in protest. He's going to pretend he thinks you're responding to his magic lecture. Hiss at him. Depending on how far he's willing to take it, you might have to actually bite him. He'll give in after that, laughing the whole time. Okay okay, he'll fix you! But you know he'll probably take a few pictures first.

He already knows it's true love's kiss that will fix you. He puts you in front of him on the table he's sitting at and kisses your nose. You come back to yourself sitting on the table. He immediately puts his arms around your waist and leans his head on your stomach. He was teasing you a lot, but he never would've actually left you like that. He much prefers you in this form and he's going to want you to stay the night so he can prove it.

Luke

Doesn't recognize you at all. What's this random cat doing here? This is the response whether you're at RAD, Purgatory Hall, or anywhere else you might encounter him. Unless you're in a place where cats normally are, he's confused about your presence. Won't figure it out until someone else (probably Simeon) tells him that it's actually you.

Okay, now he's freaking out. MC! How did this happen! Was it one of those demon brothers?! Calm him down by purring at him. Rub against his ankles and he'll pick you up. He won't let you just wander around like this! Takes you to Purgatory Hall (unless you're already there) and gets his various father figures to help him change you back.

Absolutely bakes you all the cat shaped treats while you're in cat form. Makes some that are extra small so you can actually eat them with your tiny mouth. Makes plenty more for when you're back to your usual size because he's pretty sure you're going to be traumatized from this experience and sweet things always make him feel better.

In the end, someone finds the counter curse, which is cast upon you as quickly as possible. The little angel is still somewhat distressed about the fact that you were cursed, even if it was kind of cute. Cheer him up by eating all the things he stress-baked for you. If you're enjoying his baked goods, then you must be feeling okay despite your ordeal. Just make sure to be more careful around demons!

masterlist | part 1 with the brothers | Thank you for reading!

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me nightbringer #obey me headcanons #obey me fanfiction #obey me diavolo #obey me barbatos #obey me simeon #obey me solomon #obey me luke #request #misc writes

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faetaiity · 9 months

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As much as I adore yan/turtles, Casey doesn't get as much love as he should. So may I kindly request a yandere casey one shot?

<3 anon

HELLOOOOO I AM BACK (hopefully) FROM THE UNDERWORLD CALLED BURNOUT I wasn't truly able to make a one-shot bc I actually haven't thought about what kind of Yan Casey is, so I think this'll prolly be a Headcanon post with a small story at the end kjgfjlklkgt, sorry :')

✩ Yan! Casey Jones Jr x Gender-Neutral! Reader ✩

Story Format: Mostly Headcanons

TW: Manipulation, Guilt-Tripping, Panic Attacks, Yandere (Obv-) and Mentions of Trauma for Casey

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I feel like Casey would be an (Unintentional) Manipulative, Isolating, and Paranoid Yan

He's heard so much about you from Future! Leo and Mikey in the bad timeline...

You probably let him stay at your apartment while the Turtles set up a room for him

I also feel like the first signs that he's slowly downwardly spiraling into toxic love is when you try to leave the apartment for work/school/errands

He flips his shit, still in the Apocalypse mindset of 'Don't go alone, you'll fucking die via the Kraang'

He has a panic attack, and you have to stay to help him because he is sobbing and begging you not to leave

He calms down after a bit, clinging to you as he begs you to stay for a bit more, or take him with you

He can keep you safe, you say you can defend yourself but he's adamant

He doesn't tell you why he freaks out when you leave specifically, but it's traumatic for him knowing you died in his timeline

If you end up staying, it's kind of like when you reinforce a dog's bad behavior, they'll do it more, thinking you will comply

Anytime you try to leave without him now, he sobs crocodile tears and begs you not to, it's gotten so bad that he doesn't even have the panic attacks anymore, he's faking it knowing you'll stay if he makes you believe he is.

He finds you trying to comfort him a euphoric situation, furthering his "love"

If you call his bluff, he'll immediately go back to actual panic attacks though

He gets defensive if you have any friends over that aren't April or the Turtles

He doesn't trust them, his memories of the Apocalypse made him wary of almost everyone, he's seen other survivors kill those he loves or knew from the Resistance

He can't let you meet a similar fate in this timeline

If you're a push-over, this can boil over into him being wary of everyone except Michelangelo and Leonardo

It's awful at that point, he has bad panic attacks (Both real and Faked) if anyone comes into the house that isn't Leo or Mikey

Once his room at the Lair is ready, he refuses to go, freaking out that he won't be with you and you will be alone

at this point, it's clear to everyone that he's extremely dependent and attached to you, almost to the hip at this point

He didn't have time for relationships in the Apocalypse, this can both be an Advantage and a Disadvantage

He doesn't know what's the "right" way to love someone romantically and is immediately overbearing and panicky

But he also doesn't have the belief that you would lie to him, you're someone who can be trusted, why would you lie to him?

You'd have to come up with a good lie, like needing to take a shower alone (This is especially good if you have issues with sensory input regarding showers)

Better hope your Bathroom has a window if you use that lie.

If he finds out you lied to him, game over, he's throwing an absolute FIT

Sobbing, screaming, hyperventilating

The whole nine yards man

He won't believe you ever again, even if what you're saying is true

Goodluck, bro is gonna be watching you pee or something, yuck.

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You had lied to Casey, you don't know how he didn't deny your request, but you aren't complaining

You see yourself as one lucky bastard right now.

Turning on the cold water as a distraction, you stare at the tiny window, also known as your ticket to getting the fuck out of here,

Climbing on top of the toilet, you part the small private curtains blocking creeps from seeing you do your business, opening the window you try to find a good way to fit through it while making as little noise as possible

Hard task when you're trying to fit through a window the size of two desk drawers.

You fit your head through the window, eagerly pulling your body through until you hear Casey knocking on the door

Fuck.

"{Y/N}? Are you alright?" He asked, his voice sounded concerned and mildly bored, like he wanted to be in there with you.

You don't know what to say, as a heave of air would give away what you're doing.

Trying to get through the window quicker, his knocks become more frantic, as he attempted to turn the doorknob, but was stopped halfway due to the lock

Halfway through the window, you hear him trying to beat the door down, you panic and try to hurry up your pace, abandoning the attempt at being quiet

As you get your knees on the hard steel of the fire escape, you scream as you feel him yank you back into the bathroom, you didn't realize quick enough, and were dragged onto the hard tile floor within seconds before you could attempt to resist

Crying from the stinging pain of hitting the tile floor, you look up and see Casey, his face red with anger and tears streaming down his face

"Why?! Why were you trying to run?! ARE YOU TRYING TO GET YOURSELF KILLED?!" he screeched, he's shaking from the anger and hysteria he's feeling

You flinch from his loud voice, unsure of what to do now, he's staring at you before grabbing your hand and trying to gently get you up, which seems out of character as he's literally crying in anger

You don't get up willingly, which makes him resort to just picking you up and walking into your bedroom, setting you on the bed as he pulled out a pair of cuffs, panic jolts through your body as he cuffs you to the bedpost, he heaves a sigh

"Now think about what you've done, what you've done to damage our relationship.... I need to go cool off...."

He walks out of the bedroom, leaving you there for what will feel like hours.

You just had to listen to him, and would've been happier, now look at what you've done

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#bro idk the ROTTMNT casey tags.... there's so many???#fae being a dumbass #chaotic gremlin fae #fae rambles #fae rambling #rottmnt #rottmnt x reader #rottmnt headcanons #save rottmnt #yandere rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #yandere rottmnt #rottmnt casey jr #casey jones #rise casey #Casey x reader #rottmnt casey jones #rottmnt casey junior #Rottmnt casey x reader #save rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles

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Fallen for You

Summary: Simeon x gn!Reader. You'd always had a crush on him, but things somehow get more complicated once he's fallen from grace.

A/N: This is really long, and I know the majority of you are Twst fans, but oh my gosh Inlow key love how this came out 😭

CW:Fallen Simeon is mildly suggestive...

Part Two Part Three Part Four Part Five Part Six

Simeon had fallen. And it was all your fault.

Well, sort of. Obviously, after spending so much time with his ex brothers in the Devildom, he came to question the politics of the Celestial Realm. But his main motivator had been his love for you!

Now no one was letting him see you! And he was furious. Lucifer had locked him in the attic moments after he'd arrived at the House of Lamentation in his newly acquired demon form.

"You're gonna let me out, right?" He said, doing his best to smile sweetly at Asmo, who he knew had been eyeing him as he dropped off his meals.

"No, Asmo, don't give in," Asmodeus muttered to himself, slapping his cheeks as though to wake himself up.

"I'll behave, I promise," Simeon pleaded. "Just let me out."

"Ah, please don't give me those puppy eyes. There's nothing I can do!" Asmo cried, voice cracking.

"Why not? Asmo, c'mon!"

"I can't! You'll eat Y/N!"

"Only if they ask nicely," Simeon smirked.

"Hee hee," Asmo giggled in response, before shaking himself out of it, "No! I mean you'll literally eat Y/N!"

"I won't…"

"With all due respect, Simeon," Lucifer cut in, probably after being concerned about how long Asmodeus was taking, "you don't know that. It's very likely, in this freshly born demonic form, you won't be able to resist the temptation that their soul would offer you."

"Yeah, that's what I was trying to tell you! Y/N has the shiniest, most delectable soul I've ever seen. It's hard for us to resist just gobbling them up, and we've had centuries to work on our self control."

Simeon was clearly unconvinced. He loved you. Adored you. You would be safe with him. But the brothers clearly weren't going to budge on this. So he'd just wait.

….

"Y/N. I've been locked in the attic."

You'd been a little down lately. The last time you'd seen Simeon, he'd held you by your shoulders and gave you the saddest look, before telling you he had to go away for a while, but everything would be okay.

Considering before that point you'd been seeing him less and less as he worked on some secret research project, it was incredibly hard not to fear the worst. And now the brothers were clearly hiding something from you. And it was never a good sign if you couldn't even bribe Mammon to spill the secret.

And now you were hearing Simeon's voice telling you he was locked in the attic. You were pretty sure you were imagining it. You had to be. There was no way Belphie would ever let anyone be locked in his attic again, especially considering it was now his favorite napping spot.

But the radio silence from Simeon was starting to wear on you. It wouldn't hurt to peak right? Yeah you'd be disappointed finding it empty, but it might ease some of the angst you were feeling.

"Y/N, please! I need you to save me!"

So you climbed the stairs to the attic. And you couldn't stop your heart from racing when you saw him sitting behind the door like Belphie used to, dressed in his human world clothing.

"Y/N!" He stood up quickly like an excited puppy, before stiffening. His pupils expanded, and he smiled, before purring, "how I've missed you my little lamb. Come here."

You had millions of moments in the Devildom where you would look back and ask yourself if you were a dumbass. This would be one of those moments.

"Simmy? Where have you been?" You rushed to the barrier, knowing you could get through easily since you'd done it before, when you found yourself on your back, staring up at a not so angelic looking Simeon.

"You don't need your entire soul, right? I can have just a little bit, can't I?"

Your jaw dropped as he leaned in, pupils blown wide and clearly no longer seeing you, before a blast of light threw him off you.

"Y/N!" Mammon shouted, shaking your shoulders. "Are you alright?"

You were too dazed to respond. Which was fine because you would have been interrupted by a loud hissing sound. You turned toward the noise and saw Simeon hunched, ready to pounce, dark wings fully extended behind him.

"Fuck," Mammon muttered, carelessly picking you up and running back through the barrier, just as Simeon hit it, with a loud zap.

"You all right, treasure?"

Now that demon(?) Simeon was held back by the barrier, Mammon was looking you all over for injuries.

"Little lamb, I'm sorry I startled you. Come back I swear I'll behave," Simeon purred, gripping the door frame tightly.

"Jus' Shud up, will ya?" Mammon shouted at him, causing Simeon to hiss again.

"Mams, what's wrong with him? Why is he a demon? What happened?"

It had been a long time since you'd been scared by a demon form, but something about Simeon seemed so feral that you'd be a fool not to be scared.

"Little lamb, please, I need you!"

"Look, we'll talk to Lucifer about it, okay, I don't trust him not to…

"You made me like this!" Simeon screeched out. "Now get over here and accept the consequences!"

"What?" You were so startled, you couldn't help but look at him, which seemed to satisfy him, because he was smiling again, as he calmly spoke,

"Those silly brothers have truly told you nothing, huh? Well, I fell for you, little lamb. Quite hard as you can see," he gave a wink that in any other situation would have flustered you so bad.

"Now, be a good little lamb, and come back over here so that I can finally hold you. I'm calm now, see? I was just startled by how delicious you look. I won't eat you, I have control. Please, I need to kiss you, I need to hold you, I need you by my side."

Your hand started reaching out to him of its own volition, before Mammon grabbed your wrist, and then slung you over his shoulder.

"This is above my pay grade," Mammon muttered under his breath as he began to descend down the stairs. You did your best to ignore Simeon's pained screech trailing after you.

….

Lucifer explained everything to you, and made you swear not to go back into the attic until Simeon had more control over his new form and abilities. And since he couldn't trust you to actually keep that promise, you had a brother with you at all times.

The first couple weeks were hard. He would call to you in the sweetest voice and ask you to come see him. He would promise you all sorts of things, just to get you to go back up to the attic.

It was so tempting. And after talking to a very bitter Asmo, you found out it was because one of Simeon's new abilities was to be very persuasive, similar to his charm.

"It's not fair that Simeon can charm you and I can't," he pouted, before perking up again. "But don't worry, all of us are working with him, and we'll help him get it together. Pretty soon, you won't even remember angel Simeon, because Demon Simeon will be just as great!"

Eventually, Diavolo called you into his office and told you some good news.

"We think it would be okay for you both to meet."

"But before you get too excited," Lucifer cut in, "there are some rules."

You groaned and slumped in your seat, causing Diavolo to laugh.

"Trust me, it's not that bad."

"You both have to stay on your sides of the barrier, no matter what he says. He's doing extraordinarily well, but he has relapses from time to time, and as we've all discussed, your soul… well it's different. You shouldn't bring up his days as an angel, unless he does, because he can be a little offensive about it. You can only stay for an hour, and if I tell you we have to cut it short, you will leave without complaint."

"Wait, you're gonna be there?" You shot out.

Lucifer groaned and rubbed his temples, "Obviously. Diavolo, Barbatos, and I will all be there. Don't give me that look."

You pouted, but guessed it was better than nothing.

So as you nervously climbed the stairs with your three chaperones, you started to think about what to say. Turns out he was just as nervous as you, because as you reached the top of the stairs you saw him restlessly pacing back and forth at the barrier/door. He was in his human form, which was good, because you didn't know if you had fully recovered from the last meeting.

When he noticed you, he halted, excitedly gripping the door frame, as he whispered, "Y/N."

"Hey Simmy," you exhaled, looking at Lucifer, who nodded, and walking towards the door.

"I…" his knuckles whitened a little from gripping the frame, but aside from that he was frozen. "I'm sorry for what happened last time, I-"

"No, it's alright, you didn't have control of yourself."

He seemed relieved as he let go of the doorframe.

"Just one of the many reasons I love you, I guess, my little lamb," he laughed lightly. Then he frowned.

"I never did tell you that before, huh? That I love you?"

You shook your head. Sure you'd hardcore crushed on him, and you had suspicions, but prior to your last meeting neither of you had said anything.

"Well, I do," he laughed.

"I love you too, Simmy. So I need you to get completely better so we can actually be together."

"That sounds nice," he sighed. "But why can't we be together now?"

Alarm bells started going off in your head, but you knew it would be better for both of you if you kept a clear head.

"Because you need to get better."

"But I'm better now!" He reached out to the barrier, before freezing. He stared at his hand in disgust, then made eye contact with Lucifer.

"I think that's all I can handle for today," he said through gritted teeth.

"Time to go," Lucifer said, placing a hand on your shoulder.

"What?" Your voice was shrill, it even startled you. "No, that was only five minutes, I was told we could have an hour!"

"We'll get there little lamb, I promise. I'm just not ready yet. We can try again tomorrow," Simeon soothed as Lucifer guided you down the stairs. It almost reminded you of angel Simeon. Almost.

….

Everyday, you visited Simeon with a chaperone, slowly increasing the time you were able to talk to him. He had two moments of relapse, but they had both been small, and the barrier had contained them well.

But you were getting impatient. Maybe it was because you were too human, but you wanted to just be able to see him like old times. And you were jealous, because you'd heard Luke and Solomon were already in a phase where they could see him without chaperones.

So one night, you snuck up the stairs after dark. When you arrived at the top, you quietly tiptoed over to the barrier, and peaked in at Simeon.

He was facing away from you, typing on a typewriter that Solomon had given him.

"Someone's being naughty," he said with a laugh as he finished the last line of his typing.

"How did you-"

"I could smell you when you hit the stairs," he took the paper from the typewriter, scanned over it, then set it aside as he turned his attention to you.

"What can I do for you tonight, Y/N?"

"I just, well, I wanted to hang out, you know, without chaperones."

He hummed a little in agreement.

"That sounds nice. But knowing your guard dogs, it's only a matter of time before one of them goes to your room for cuddles, and figures out you're here. Personally, my money is on Mammon."

"I know. But can we just sit together for a minute? We don't have to talk, I just want to be with you."

"Sure," his smile was so warm.

You both sat on your respective sides of the barrier, just looking at each other. You took the time to study him. In his human form, he didn't look much different. His clothes were different, but that just could have been out of necessity. There was a different glint in his eyes as he studied you, and he had less tension in his shoulders. But the rest of him was the same.

"Can I ask a favor of you?" He startled you back to reality, and you nodded. "Can I hold your hand?"

You stared down at your hand for a moment, before slowly putting it through the barrier. He gently took it in his own, caressing each knuckle, sending a delightful thrill down your spine.

"Y/N!" You heard Mammon yell at the base of the stares.

"I should have put real money on it," Simeon sighed. He pressed a soft kiss to your palm before reluctantly releasing it.

"Go before we both get in trouble," he said with a wry smile.

You stood up, and sadly walked over to Mammon, who immediately started berating you, and dragging you to Lucifer's office.

"This human was-"

"I know."

Both you and Mammon froze at Lucifer's statement.

"Frankly, I'm surprised it took this long, but that was a test. We have a two way mirror up there," he pointed at a mirror sitting next to his desk, "and we were merely a moment away."

"So wait, does this mean…"

"Lord Diavolo, Barbatos, and I will have to discuss it, but things may be able to change for the better."

….

The second the door was open, his arms were wrapped tightly around you. After he took a moment to inhale your scent, his lips were on your neck, jaw, ear, pretty much everywhere he could reach as he continued to hold you tightly.

Lucifer coughed behind you two. It was one of the rules to meet outside of the attic; one of the chaperones had to be there. But still, you were finally together in a way you could pretend was normal. And Simeon seemed to be taking advantage of it.

"Shut up, old man," he groaned as he continued to press kisses up and down your neck, nibbling a little here and there.

"Simeon," you whined, starting to feel embarrassed by the attention.

"I'm a demon now, baby, I don't care what people think of me," he laughed, but pulled away nonetheless. He held you by your shoulders, reminiscent of the last time you saw him as an angel, studying your face with an elated expression on his face.

One of his hands came up to caress your cheek, and you found yourself leaning into his touch.

"When we don't have a chaperone, little lamb..." he muttered with a smirk, causing your cheeks to warm, and Lucifer to cough again.

He laughed, the first unrestrained laugh you'd heard from him in a long time. You swore you fell in love all over again.

"Now let's have a seat," he said, sitting, and pulling you abruptly into his lap, before placing his face in your shoulder.

He sighed happily, then through a muffled voice said, "Lucifer can you give us a sec'."

"No."

You laughed at Simeon's sad whine, and gently guided his face up so you could kiss his forehead.

"Don't worry, 'baby'" you giggled, running your fingers through his hair, and delighting in his excited smile. "I think, starting now, we have all the time in the world to be together."

"A new beginning," he whispered.

"Sounds nice," you giggled.

"Yeah," he hummed against your lips. "Lucifer-"

"No."

....

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ayyko-rona-yoo · 6 months

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𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐞 𝐱 𝐔𝐒𝐒𝐑!𝐟!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: none. 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞: Remember that the Soviet Union is not only Russia. 𝐄𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐦𝐲 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐚𝐠𝐞. 𝐒𝐨 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐚 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞, 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰.

First, let’s figure out how someone from the USSR could have ended up in the States. There were only two options: either you were stripped of your citizenship or you fled the country. Let’s take the first one - suppose your father was a writer and he was stripped of his citizenship because he was writing literature that was against the country’s ideology (I won’t go into details because in reality things were more complicated and scary). You don’t know how your father had connections there, but pretty soon your family got invited to the United States. The person who invited you was Mr. Noel. He also allowed you to stay at his house until you find a place to live.

He’ll probably see you for the first time when he goes to Chris with Knox to give him moral support, and if he’s hesitant, kick his ass.

You didn’t go to any school because you didn’t have the proper documents for enrollment yet, but every morning you walked Chris to her school.

"Where is she?" Charlie asked.

Knox looks at the crowd for a few seconds and points to Chris walking next to you. You stop at the entrance and she goes inside. You wave your hand at her and turn around to walk away. And Charlie stunned.

"Well, this is… Chris? You certainly have less chance than Denburry."

"I know… wait, who are you looking at?"

The next day he’ll try to get to know you. Like… It’s Charlie. I don’t think he’d wait long if he was up to something. The only reason he didn’t do it yesterday was because he didn’t want to hurt Knox’s feelings. He was quite sure that charm you would be as easily as possible. However, he did not expect that you would not be very talkative. And one more thing. Obviously, your English isn’t the best at the moment, and that complicates things, too. But the other problem is that his manner of speech and his behavior… scared you off a bit.

'I’m not serious at all, and I pass no skirt by' - that’s what you’d expect from a guy like that. In the society you grew up in that kind of behavior was discouraged and considered suspicious.

So the only thing you could say when a guy you didn’t know stopped you on the street with a playful grin was quick 'Sorry, I have to go'.

And now Charlie stunned again. How is that even possible? Back at Wellton, he didn't say a word when the poets asked him how it had gone. He told them so confidently that you won't be able to resist him. So how can he now admit that you ignored him?

Of course he’ll be teased about it, especially by Cameron. "Our Nuwanda can’t pick up a girl, huh?"

"Just shut up."

Again, this is Charlie. I believe he wouldn’t give up so easily. So now you meet him almost every time you walk Chris to school. And honestly, it was pretty creepy.

But then again, he didn’t do anything… outrageous, right? He wasn’t stalking you, you two were always out in public, so if you needed help… I think it’s clear what I mean.

At first, he just said hello and asked how you were doing. Then, when you didn’t answer, he said something about himself, about how his day was, complaining about Mr. Nolan. And even though you didn’t understand half of what he was saying, over time, you got used to his company. It took a long time, but Charlie was on cloud nine when you first answered him, "Not too bad… You?"

He was so proud of himself, so that night he wouldn’t shut up. Even after Cameron threw something at him for the third time in a row, so that he would stop talking and let him sleep.

Charlie finally got your name. You’ve had no contact with any of the locals other than the Noel family, so you’re not sure how anyone would react if they knew who you are and where are you from. What’s your name got to do with it? Well, it sounds unusual at least, so… easy to guess. Anyway, Charlie only knows your first name. So far.

Before you knew it, you were waiting for him to show up. Soon you even began to answer him with short simple phrases and laugh with his jokes, if you understood them.

Poems. Well. It’d be weird if he didn’t come up with a few poems about you, right? But you’re not used to the sound of English poetry. Although it’s better to say poetry in English.

I’m not sure how to describe it, but poems in Russian are very rhythmic, they hold a permanent rhyme. They sound different. So when Charlie first read you a poem, you didn’t even get what it was. Congratulations, this is the second time you’ve broken his heart.

One day you offered to walk you home. You’ve known each other for almost two months, and you’re in a good mood today. Why not spend more time with him? And, of course, Charlie could not refuse such an offer. While you were walking, you were talking about yourself more than usual, and even though you were still afraid to tell Charlie the details, you were very eager to give him a hint.

"Was it a poem again?" you said, standing at the front door.

"God, don’t say that, you’re making my heart bleed!"

"The only thing that bleeds is my passport," you opened the door and entered the house. "See you tomorrow, Nuwanda."

The next day he’d walk you home again. You said you had to hurry somewhere, but he insisted. Actually, Mr. Noel was supposed to be taking your family to the embassy today, so when you came, everyone was getting in the car.

You wanted to say goodbye to him, but he asked, "What you meant by 'the only thing that bleeds is your passport'?"

Should you tell him now? You looked him in the eyes for a few seconds, then sighed and took your passport out of your purse and handed it to him.

"I guess now you see what I meant," you muttered with a shy smile.

Its cover is red. Yellow letters, two words – 'СССР ПАСПОРТ' (In fact, red passports were introduced only in the 1970s, but it's not an archive document and I’m not here to teach a full history lesson. So let’s pretend that in 1959 it was already red, not gray).

"Are you coming with us, miss?"

"Yeah, I’m coming." You grabbed your passport out of his hand and went to Mr. Noel’s car, waving goodbye to Charlie.

Well. When you’re a guy from a wealthy American family who goes to a prestigious private school and lives a quiet life, the chance that you meet someone from the USSR… Is there even a chance?

Anyone would be shocked, maybe scared even. But Charlie… Of course he didn’t expect it and he’s surprised. But given his personality and character, I think he would rather be pleasantly surprised. Perhaps even excited.

Now it all makes sense. That's why you avoided him at first, why you spoke rarely and why you seemed to have a slight accent. Turns out he was right about the last one.

He’s definitely gonna be proud that he’s the one who got such an unusual girl like you. He’ll tell the dead poets about it as soon as he gets back to Welton. Cameron will be the only one who won’t believe him.

After that, you became more open with him. You’re still embarrassed by your poor English, which Charlie secretly likes. You told him why you live in the Noel house and about your friendship with Chris. You didn’t tell him the details of how you got here. He asked you a lot of questions, so you had to say it is very painful memories and you’re not ready to talk about it.

Charlie wouldn’t be Charlie if he didn’t ask you to teach him Russian swearing. He literally begged you to, so you had to give up. Now it's the best way to shut Richard up when he does something annoying. He also mutters the curses under his breath when Mr. Nolan gives a speech.

You grew up in the Soviet Union, where a working woman was a normal thing (it's a myth that there was full equality of men and women in the USSR; but again – it's not a history class). So when the question arose of how to renew your visa, you immediately began to think about how to get a job. And Charlie sincerely does not understand this. You can just get married, can’t you? It’s the simplest and seemingly obvious option.

He’ll ask you to marry him. Many times. Every time you start talking about how hard to find a way to stay in the States is. Maybe it’ll sound like a joke at first. But the embassy continues to reject your application, so he starts talking about it more seriously.

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YFSK Preview, pt. 4.1

I know i've been super duper quiet, but I promise there's a good reason. Please forgive me and accept this teaser for part 4.

“Hey! I dunno if you’ve been keeping track on your end, but Kiki is gonna be graduating from Blueberry, and I know it would mean the absolute world to him if you were able to attend the ceremony.” Carmine called, nearly out of the blue one day to inform you. Her brother had apparently been a part of a trial class that not only earned a high school diploma but also continued on for a few more years as part of a pilot Bachelor’s degree program in pokemon battling. From what you understood, it was basically like a feeder system to train new gym leaders and Elite Four hopefuls.

You look down at your ballooning tummy,

"Congratulations to him! When is it exactly though…?"

You wince and resist the urge to suck your teeth when Carmine gives you the date.

"Ahhh... I'm so sorry, I've got something at that time."

"For real? You can't just ask for time away from your league for even a weekend? This would REALLY mean the world to Kiki..."

"I'm sorry, but…I won't actually be allowed to fly by that point."

"Allowed? What kinda terrorism have you gotten into?"

You snort a laugh. "Pssh, nah. It's... It's medical actually. Here. Lemme, uh..." Without hanging up, you send over the most recent ultrasound photos. Your baby still kinda looks like a Munna in there, but she should get the point. Or, at least you assume she does when you hear the sound of crashing and fumbling on her end.

"You're having a BABY?????"

"Uh...haha, yeah. The due date is, like, a week after Kieran's graduation, so... I, y'know, can't fly. I'm really sorry. I'll be sure to send a gift though!"

"A BABY?"

"Yup. I can hardly believe it myself, most days."

"I didn't even know you were seeing anyone! Who is this guy? Why didn't you let your incredible Unovan friends suss him out for you?"

Another wince. "...About that. Yeah... He's not...um. In the picture."

"What? How? Why? Whomst would even dare? Do I need to kick some ass?"

"It's...." You still haven’t gotten used to talking about the subject. "It's a lot. Don't. ...Don't worry! Really! I have tons of support! It's fine. For real."

Carmine absolutely isn't buying it. "Mm. Fine. I guess I get why you can't make it to the graduation. Could we come visit afterwards though? Like I get you probably wouldn't want us there immediately after he graduates. But...maybe like a few months later? Give the thing a chance to develop an immune system?"

"I can't promise I'll be a great host, but... Well, it would be nice."

"Don't worry yourself none! I've changed diapers and stuff before if you end up needing a nap while we're around!"

So around the time Basil is 3 months old, the Kitakami pair head to Paldea.

Of course, Basil is having a rough time of it, screaming his little lungs out as they're knocking on the door, so you can only hope that you don’t look as frazzled as you feel when you welcome them in.

"Hey! Hello! Please, come in, come in. Make yourselves at home.” You give the pair a hug at the same time, barely able to register them beyond the fog of ‘TAKE CARE OF BASIL, TAKE CARE OF CRYING PROGENY, TAKE CARE OF BABY’ that alarms through your brain. “I'm really sorry, but I just need to feed Basil real fast. That should hopefully get him sleeping and happy again."

You usher them in and invite them to sit on the sofa, the TV is theirs, and you hide away in the bedroom to nurse. A few minutes later, Carmine gently knocks on the door and asks if she can be of any help. You joke through the wood that the dishes need doing when she presses past the feeble ‘it’s fine!’ that you offer.

"Kiki! Take care of the dishes, yeah?"

"On it!" You hear, softer.

"Okay, what else?" She continues.

"No! Just. Just relax, please."

"Nah, I'm gonna tidy up. Kay? You just keep feeding the chonklet there, and we can catch up when you're done."

You come back out to the room, and it's not Clean, but it's definitely more put together. You also hear the hum of the dishwasher from the kitchen.

"You guys...." You start tearing up, and both siblings immediately swoop in to hold you. Carmine strokes your hair, shushing you. Now that you’ve got your child content, you have a moment to comprehend your guests.

Kieran is. Bigger.

"I... I promise I'm not this pathetic! I can handle this. Plus, I... I have folks here who can help... It's just hard..." You snivel, sounding way more pathetic than you mean to sound.

"It's okay that it's hard..." Kieran finally pipes up and his voice is definitely deeper since you last heard him. Not a bass or something, but there's been a change there. "This is more or less the hardest thing in the world, right? And we all know you're the strongest person there is, so...ya know. It's okay. You...you can do this. And you can feel overwhelmed."

They end up staying for about a week or so, and on the night before they're due to fly back, Kieran pulls you aside while Carmine is grabbing takeaway for dinner. He's fidgeting with his hair a bit, tapping his foot, but he's doing his best to meet your eye.

"I'm staying." He declares.

"What? Like you're gonna look for a job here?"

"Yeah! I know I'm not as strong as you, but I'm certain I could get a job in your league or...or maybe even at your alma mater, maybe. I... I'd need to do a teaching cert in Paldea for that, probably, but..."

"Wow! So you liked it that much here? That's great, Kieran. I can help you learn the language if you want. I can also see if Nemona has any real estate connections. We'll try to find you a place when you're ready to get back, and hopefully by then you'll have a job, and you can get started wi--"

"No! I mean... I'm. I'm not going back to Kitakami." One of his hands grabs yours and the other rests gently on Basil, sleeping soundly in your arms. "He needs...a...a father figure, y'know? I..." Kieran swallows thickly. "I can do that. I'm... I'm a man now."

"Kieran..." You shift slightly, freeing a hand from your bundle while keeping him balanced in your arms. You trace a palm along the older boy--no, man's cheek, your callouses having grown softer in recent months. You can feel where he's begun to grow consistent stubble. Wow... He really did grow up.

"I... I'm not going to keep you from reaching your fullest potential out there. You're welcome, more than welcome, to come visit any time, but... You're not thinking clearly about this. About what you think you're signing up for."

"I AM though!" He raises his voice, showing some hints of the anger he holds onto. "I'm READY for this! God, why can't anyone TRUST me?!"

All the yelling wakes up Basil, who cries, startled. Kieran quickly scoops him up and out of your arms, attempting to soothe the baby.

"Aw, geez... I'm sorry, little guy... I didn't mean to make you upset... Shh, shh... It'll be okay..."

The momentary flare of anger you felt at having your son torn from your grip is placated as you watch Kieran hold him so tenderly. Your heart melts... You lose all affection you may have secretly held onto in your heart for Arven, that loser.

Kieran is here. Kieran is capable. Kieran... Kieran can do this.

"Okay..." You softly tell him once Basil has calmed, the single word hanging in the quiet between you for a moment.

"...Okay?" He parrots.

"You... You can stay. You... You'll be his father."

Then y'all DO IT.

THE END

april fools :)

#arvensimp kidfic

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