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solarwonux · 3 years

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Lucky || Joshua

Dad!Joshua x f!reader

w.c: 3.0k

warnings: mentions of suggestive themes, mentions of pregnancy

note: Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays today on this fine night I bring you Joshua Hong as a father let’s all cry together thank you very much. I hope you like it let me know your thoughts <3

pspspspsp: @sunlightwoo it’s back hehe

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“Are you and momma still friends?” Joshua’s daughter questioned tilting her head to the side, clinging on to his neck as the waves crashed around them. Joshua grinned and pushed back her beach hair. “Of course sweetheart why are you asking?” He wiped her running nose with the back of his hand before splashing a small amount of water in her direction. An annoyed expression forming on her face reminding him of the similar scold you had given him hours ago.

“She put you in time out.” She shrugged and reached to the side of Joshua’s body. Cupping her hands underneath the clear blue water before throwing it in his direction missing his face completely. “That wasn’t very nice sweetheart.” He chuckled. A wave crashed pushing them back slightly causing his hold on her to get tighter.

She pouted and pushed his face away, turning her attention to where you and his mother were sunbathing. “You made momma mad, that wasn’t very nice either.” She argued and pinched his arm, a mannerism she had inherited from you and the only thing that you did that he hated. But no matter how much your pinches hurt, because they did. He couldn’t imagine living his life without your stupid quirk.

“Momma’s not mad anymore though.” Joshua smirked and attacked her cheek with kisses, whines fell out of her mouth. Eyes burned holes in the side of his and he knew you were sending him your infamous glares. The ones that could send him six feet underground, that is if looks could kill and being married to you would’ve sent him underground years ago. He was thankful they couldn’t.

“She said you were in time out for three days.” She held up her hand signaling four with her fingers. Numbers weren’t her forte. You and Joshua had tried everything to get her to understand that three and four were two completely different numbers but she was at an age where listening wasn’t something she liked to do. The two of you figured she’d eventually figure it on her own, though sometimes Joshua suspected she was doing it on purpose. Her teasing attitude was another thing she had inherited from you making Joshua’s list longer by the second. “One less finger bubs.” He brought his hand out and pushed down her pinky to form three with her small fingers. A smirk appeared on her face as she raised it again only proving Joshua’s suspicions.

“Okay love, but momma isn’t mad at me anymore.” He stated confidently meeting your eyes only to have you send him the middle finger making his mother laugh beside you. He silently cursed but thanked god that your daughter wasn’t looking because the questions would’ve been endless. And he had barely survived the where do babies come from interrogation last week.

He knew you were still mad at him. You were fuming to the point that you were giving the summer sun a run for its money. But he had a plan, one he was sure would have you forgiving him in seconds. Only problem was the little demon in his arms innocently playing with the water surrounding the two of them--hated sleeping in her own bed. And he couldn’t ask his mother to look after her tonight because she had taken your side in the stupid fight.

In conclusion he was in a bit of a pickle.

Half an hour, that’s how long it took him to put his daughter to bed. She had requested a bedtime story, Joshua over the moon had no problem in reading one to her. But then when he was done she had requested another one and this time he had to act out every single character while she judged his performance. This had gone on for half an hour until finally her breathing got steady and she was fast asleep. How the beach hadn’t tired her out was a mystery he would eventually solve one day.

Joshua carefully turned off the lights and placed her favorite stuffed animals around her, so that when she woke up she would be met with a familiar set of faces. He tiptoed out of the room and turned off the lights. Taking a quick glance around the room, making sure nothing was out of place and that her night lights were on before carefully closing the door. His body cringed at the sound of squeaking hinges and he swore he had stopped breathing while he stood there in the dark hallway, motionless. His ears perked up to see if he could hear any sound of movement from the other side of the door and once he was sure his daughter was still fast asleep he quietly made his way to your shared bedroom.

“She’s asleep, let’s hope she doesn’t end up in our bed tonight.” Joshua walked over to where you were standing in front of your small vanity that also doubled up as a dresser. “We wouldn’t be trying to break this habit if you hadn’t insisted on her sleeping with us for the last few months.” Joshua let out an inaudible groan knowing very well he was the one at fault. “How am I supposed to say no when she asks with that sweet innocent voice and then gives me the look?” He eyed you through the mirror before wrapping his arms around your waist. His chin resting against your shoulder while you applied your eye cream gently. “It’s like she knows my weaknesses and then uses it against me.”

“It’s not that hard to break you Joshua.” You met his stare through the mirror, a knowing smirk forming against your lips. You sent him a wink before grabbing your cherry flavored chapstick and slowly applied it on your lips. The action sending shivers up his spine, his mind racing as he imagined your lips on his. The thought of the bitter sweetness of the cherry flavor hitting his taste buds made his mouth water. But alas you were still mad at him and his plan hadn’t gone in full effect yet. Patience is what he needed.

“Are you still mad at me?” He pouted slightly making you shake your head in annoyance. You huffed at his obvious question and removed his arms from your waist, pushing him away gently before making your way to your side of the bed. “I already apologized, what more do you want me to do?” He threw his hands in the air before letting them fall to his sides in defeat.

“You lost my necklace the one you gave me when our daughter was born, sorry’s not gonna bring it back.” You took off the many throw pillows that decorated the bed and threw them on the floor. Usually you would put them on the lounge chair by the window but tonight you couldn’t be bothered.

“I already told you I’d buy you a new one.” He groaned and walked over to his side of the bed peeling back the covers, stopping when he saw the tears start to roll down your face, his plan long forgotten.

Lately your mood swings were giving him a hard time and although he suspected why, he wasn’t sure if he should bring it up when the thought hadn’t even crossed your own mind. At least that’s what he concluded when you hadn’t brought it up. “It’s not the same Joshua, I know it’s stupid to hold such sentimental value over something so miniscule but it meant a lot to me and you lost it.” Joshua sighed letting the sheets go and crawled on top of the bed, kneeling in front of you and bringing his hands up to your face.

“Baby I swear I thought I had put it in the pocket of my coat when you gave it to me.” He wiped away your tears gently and placed a kiss on your forehead. “It was there when we left the reception. I even called Minghao to see if the venue had contacted him but he didn’t pick up.”

“Of course he’s not going to pick up, he's on his honeymoon, Joshua.” You sniffed and blinked rapidly trying to keep the tears at bay. “My point still stands, I’ve looked everywhere for it.” He sighed and wrapped an arm around your waist as he brought you close. Your knees hit the edge of the bed making them buckle, your body landing on top of Joshua’s as he laid the two of you down gently.

“Did you check your car?” You raised an eyebrow locking your eyes with his tender ones. His eyes grew wide and faint blush creeped on his cheeks as he recalled the very inappropriate events that went down in the passenger seat on your way home from the reception. “N-No the thought didn’t even cross my mind.” He cleared his throat, your face breaking into a smile as you removed yourself from his embrace and laid back, letting your body sink into the softness of your bed.

“I knew you hadn’t checked everywhere.” You placed your arms underneath your head watching the ceiling fan. He was chewing the bottom lip as the realization finally washed over him a very annoyed groan fell out of his lips as he dropped his head. “When did you find it?”

You laughed and moved so your body was now facing his defeated one. “Right after we dropped off your mother at her house. It was peeking out from underneath the back seat as I was putting bubs in her car seat.” You placed a hand underneath his chin and raised it. “This a new form of torture. I’ve been suffering all day today.” Joshua whined snaking his arm around your waist and pulled himself up so his chest was against yours. “I deserve an apology?” He pouted before pecking your lips.

“I’ll think about it, right now I’m exhausted.” You grinned and pushed your hand through his dark locks leaning up and kissing his nose. “I want to keep talking to you. You barely said a word to me all day and watched me suffer. I’m in a drought come and save me.” He finished and cuddled himself further into your body, his head on your chest. You giggled scratching his scalp, small satisfied sighs escaping his lips.

When you and Joshua first met on a disastrous blind date set up by your mutual friends where he accidentally spilled wine all over your new white dress, marriage was definitely not in the cards. But nothing is ever set in stone and you should’ve known his charm would win you over when he walked you home that night. Silence raining over the two of you except for the sweet apologies he would spew out every few minutes, thus beginning your loving journey together.

“What are you thinking about?” Joshua whispered drumming his fingers down the side of your body before resting them on top of your stomach. “How dramatic you are.” You joked wrapping your arms around his neck. He hummed and cuddled himself further into your body placing a gentle peck against the skin of your collarbone. “I think you might’ve rubbed off on me then.”

You giggled feeling his hand rub soothing circles against your stomach. A smile played against his lips and you wondered if he knew the secret you had been carrying for the past two weeks. It had started out as a suspicion when the food at Minghao’s wedding had made you sick. Then your emotions started getting the best of you, snapping and crying over everything and anything. When his mother came over to visit and noticed your weird cravings she had made you take a test while Joshua ran to the grocery for some parsley his mother had asked for. He didn’t question it. He had no reason to since his mother had insisted on cooking dinner for the four of you that night. But when he noticed the parsley had been left untouched in the fridge his suspicions started to grow.

He had been oddly observant lately, doing everything with caution, putting your daughter to bed every night a task you usually did and no problem in doing. Acting out all the characters in the story for your daughter was one of your favorite past times. He had insisted that you needed to rest, claiming he didn’t want you to stress out too much and just relax. So you expected he knew and was just waiting for you to tell him so he could finally celebrate. You had to admit it was fun seeing Joshua walk around as if he were avoiding the cracks on the sidewalk and the unsolicited back massages were to die for but you couldn’t keep living like you didn’t know he already knew. As clueless as he had acted, he hadn’t done a very good job at it. And After your secret doctor’s visit yesterday confirming what you had already known, you had been dying to tell him.

“Cut the shit Joshua, when did you find out?” You looked down at him as he smiled widely causing you to roll your eyes. His insides bubbling up with joy as he laid back facing the popcorn ceiling. “You aren’t very good at hiding things. I found the test a week ago when I opened your bathroom drawer looking for the tiny rubber bands to finish our bub’s hair.” He turned his face sending you a playful wink. You groaned running a hand through your face, finally realizing that your plan of total secrecy was a total bust.

“And our daughter can’t keep secrets no matter how many green gummy bears you give her before dinner.”

“I knew it was a little weird when she asked for just green gummy bears. She’s never liked them.” You nodded and grabbed Joshua’s hand. You brought it up to your lips and kissed each of his knuckles gently before resting on the side of your neck, scooting yourself closer to his warm body. “But I do, really honey you should’ve known better.” He smiled and pinched your cheek gently before leaning down and capturing your lips with his. He kissed you slowly at first, the kiss getting deeper by the second as he rolled you onto your back and carefully straddled your hips.

Joshua smirked the taste of your cherry chapstick hitting his tongue making his mind run wild. Slowly he pulled away and kissed down your neck, making his way down your clothed body not caring that small pieces of lint were getting stuck on his plump lips. He rolled your shirt up and sent you a wink before peppering kissing over your soon to be growing belly. Excitement was an understatement and he couldn’t wait to show you how much he truly loved you making a mental note to shower you with more love than usual. His plan finally going into action as he heard your soft sighs escape your lungs.

“Mommy is daddy out of time out?” The two of you panicked and you pushed Joshua off your body making him fall off the bed landing on the hardwood floor with a painful groan. Your daughter laughed hard at her father’s pain while she climbed up on the bed before sitting down next to you. “He’s on probation, baby.” You stuck out your tongue at Joshua who was looking at you rubbing his lower back. “And when were you going to tell me he knew about baby bean?” You raised an eyebrow at her. Her eyes grew wide with realization and launched herself at you hugging you tightly.. “I’m sorry momma, daddy said he’d take me to see uncle Hannie if I didn’t say anything.” She sent her father an evil look and he knew he had lost this argument just like all the other ones.

“It’s okay baby.” You kissed her temple and pulled away taking her pouting face in your hands making your heart clench. “I can’t believe you Joshua bribing our daughter into secrecy.” You scoffed. Joshua looked at the ceiling wondering what decision in life he had made that lead him up to this moment where his favorite girls were ganging up on him again.

“That’s not fair you did the same thing?” He stood up and sent you an accusatory finger making you gasp out in shock. Your daughter copying your mannerisms. “I did no such thing right baby?” You looked down at your daughter who had taken it upon herself to get under the sheets and cuddle up to your side. “That’s right momma’s innocent.”

“I should’ve known the odds were forever going to be against me when I met you.”

“It’s what you signed up for.”

“Yeah and I wouldn’t change it for the world no matter how many times the two of you gang up on me.” He smiled and stood up before quickly jogging over to his side of the bed and laying down. He wrapped an around you and your daughter bringing the two of you close humming happily. Your daughter squirming as she tried her best to let herself lose which only made Joshua’s arm grow tighter.

“But make no mistake one day I will get my revenge.” He sent you a wink before reaching over and pecking your lips lightly and then your daughter’s forehead and laid back. “Baby bean is gonna be on my side and I can’t wait.”

“Don’t get too confident, I don't want you to end up disappointed.”

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jaeminzie · 3 years

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↳ lee haechan x gender neutral!reader

genre: suggestive ; slight crack idk lmao

word count: ~1000

a/n: super late but i’m thinking abt hyuck so here u go ! this was longer than expected but i rlly like it hehe ( spoiler alert: they just bicker and makeout aka my two fav hobbies ! )

your best friend let out what seemed like the hundredth sigh of the night. turning your head toward the body sprawled on your bedroom floor, you were met with the face of a distressed donghyuck. rolling your eyes at him since you knew the reason of his sorrow — earlier, you had interrupted his game which led him to lose. you put your attention back to your phone and continued to ignore his presence.

it was hard to pretend he wasn’t there when he would be sighing and whining every other millisecond, occasionally kicking his feet like the little child he is. you didn’t mind his antics since you’ve gotten used to them until you felt the plushie that he was previously hugging hit your head abruptly. “could you have a bit of sympathy?” your best friend yelled, now sitting up from the cold floor looking as if he had gone through a midlife crisis.

your mouth was shaped like the letter ‘o’ with fists clenched, ready to throw hands at the boy. once hyuck saw the fury in your eyes, he flinched and grabbed another stuffed animal from your bed to protect his body. taking a few deep breaths, you chose to spare his life cause otherwise, you would no longer have a personal chauffeur who occasionally buys you food when he feels kind enough.

you scoffed, “it’s not like you would’ve won anyways. you’re the one slipping.”

he let out the most dramatic gasped. honestly at this point, you couldn’t tell if he was joking or not. “are you saying that i’m a bad gamer?” he slapped his palm to his chest and clenched his fist, crumpling the fabric of his shirt.

“please, you lose every game you play. it’s inevitable.” nibbling your lip, you tried to hold your laughter when hyuck looked even more offended than before.

“just cause i’m the only friend that you have doesn’t mean you have to make my life miserable!” he pleaded, scanning his eyes all over your figure that was laid delicately on your soft comforter. his lips turned upward when he noticed that you were trying so hard not to smile. he loves seeing you like this. it’s the main reason why he always annoy you so he can see your flushed cheeks and teeth biting your pink bottom lip since he knows you can never take him seriously when he’s being like this.

there was a long pause, you tried to take in what he said and make sense of it but you seriously couldn’t. “that literally doesn’t make any sense. you’re just pulling shit out of your ass now, hyuck, i know you’re better than that.”

ignoring your words, “i know i’m irresistible, and such a considerate and loving man but i can’t always give that, y’know?” he pulled on his hair and now you can tell that he was playing games with you.

you really cannot stand him anymore —laughing out loud mockingly at your best friend, “since you have better things to do because you definitely don’t have me as your only friend, why don’t you go ahead and leave my goddamn hou-“

his obnoxiously loud groaning interrupted you, “ugh! it’s like you wanna kiss me so bad, just do it pussy!” rolling his eyes dramatically then making eye contact with your wide opened eyes. “soooo” he tilted his head sassily, waiting for a response.

you gulped and replaced your surprised expression to a poker face. “i’m not going down there. you come to me.” you pointed at him then back at yourself. hyuck couldn’t tell from seeing your serious expression but your heart was pounding like crazy. you weren’t sure what was happening and how it happened but you definitely are not complaining.

hyuck bit his lip briefly before flashing his smile. “so dominant, i like it.” you wanted to bite back at him but you were too caught up with anticipatingly watching him get up from the floor and hurriedly walk to your bed, you switched your position and sat on your bottom with your legs crossed. hyuck made himself comfortable by resting his lower back down on the bed with his elbows holding himself up and his right leg was bent while the other laid straight. your best friend looked up at you with doe eyes, waiting for you to make a move. “i’m waitinggg.” he whistled softly and his eyes wandered around to mock you.

it hurt to roll your eyes again because that’s all you’ve been doing since he’s step foot into your home this evening. being fully done with his antics, you badly needed him to shut up and so very badly needed to feel his heart-shaped lips on yours. with your right hand, you squished his cheeks, roughly turning his head and smashed both of your lips together a bit too harshly —causing hyuck to groan into the kiss.

without stopping the synchronized movements of your lips, hyuck sat up straight and pulled your body on top on his. his hands rested on your waist while yours were comfortable in his hair, tugging and gripping his long soft strands whenever hyuck bit your bottom lip. he then bit your lip harder causing you to take a sharp breath, but he soothed it by swiping his plushy tongue on the area. your hands dragged down to his chest and gripped on his shirt tightly, making him chuckle. “relax, babe, i’m not going anywhere.” he whispered against your lips with a smirk, unleashing your butterflies.

“shut up and kiss me.” you tried to pull him back into the kiss but he dodged it and went for your bare neck instead. you let out a deep breath when he sucked onto the neglected skin. he continued to leave bite marks along your collarbones then licked all the way up to your jaw, sucking just underneath it when he reached the area.

thinking you should also give him some attention, you pulled his hair back so there was enough room for you to nibble on his neck as well. the room was soon filled with his whines and sighs as you kept kissing his moles and tracing various shapes with your tongue on his goosebump-covered skin. you made a line of kisses that led up to his sore lips, gently kissing them. his arms wrapped around your waist and yours made their way around his neck, pulling each other impossibly close.

the kissing had turned delicate as opposed to earlier, as if you both were trying not to cause each other to shatter like you were pieces of glass. turning your heads side to side slowly, to deepen the slow but passionate kiss. hyuck kept releasing his beautiful noises into your mouth which you gladly took in.

the two of you continued to take each other in with much fervor until your energies had died down and lips were too bruised to move further. though, hyuck still tried to steal a few more kisses when you began to pull away hesitantly since you yourself did not want to stop. your bodies stayed put, foreheads resting on top of one anothers. your faces were so near each other’s that you could feel his breath fan your hair and you’re sure that he can feel the same. there was a period of silence while both of you tried to catch your breaths and collect your thoughts before making eye contact once again then breaking into shy smiles. shy now huh? you thought.

“i don’t know what just happened but we should do that more often,” you breathed out.

pecking your nose, he replied, “agreed.”

hyuck pushed your hair aside to get a better glimpse of your face underneath the moonlight that shined through your opened window. his eyes wandered your features and you can see them glimmering as he did so. it almost makes you want to never let him go from your embrace. your smile widened at the thought of holding your bestest friend in your arms ‘til sunrise. and maybe you will do just that.

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pterodactylterrace · 3 years

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Guys Like You Chapter 11

Title: Guys Like You

Chapter: Chapter 11

Chapter Summary: I’ll be sure to mark this date down.

Rating: 18+

Warnings: Who would have guessed, I wrote another porn. So that, and tooth rotting fluff because I’m a soft slut.

{Prologue} {Chapter 1} {Chapter 2} {Chapter 3} {Chapter 4} {Chapter 5} {Chapter 6} {Chapter 7} {Chapter 8} {Chapter 9} {Chapter 10}

Henry really had thought of everything when he decided to 'redecorate' his home. Briar was in love with her Paw Patrol bedding and wasted no time in naming all the stuffed animals that now lined the shelf. She fawned over all of the new bedtime story books he had bought and stored in the night stand, quickly picking out her favorites, despite never having been read most of them. She squealed in delight when he turned on the fancy nightlight that projected different images onto the ceiling. He even got a couple spare changes of clothes for the girl.

While Faye loved the idea of him fumbling through the baby girl section, trying to figure out what size Briar wore, Henry confessed to ordering most everything online. He cited COVID as his reason for not going in person, but Faye had a feeling it was because he had no idea what he was doing in the girl's section. He only had two nieces, after all. He was just used to buying for boys instead. His nieces tended to have very specific wants. His brothers or his sisters-in-law told him what they wanted, and he supplied it.

That being said, he did a very good job preparing for a little girl. Faye found herself spending most of her time at his house after the first week. Henry only had a bag of dog food, a couple bowls for Kal and a dog bed at her house. He claimed it was all he needed to be comfortable, but Faye knew otherwise.

On the days they had stayed at his house, Briar almost never let him out of her sight. She loomed across the kitchen when he would try to cook. She stared at him while he read. She lurked while he played video games. Finally Henry invited her to watch him, the little girl all too happy to perch herself on his knee, happily cheering him on despite not knowing what was going on in the game. The few nights they spent back at their own home, Briar demanded to call Henry every night so he knew she was behaving for Mommy.

Henry was even thoughtful enough to clear out a drawer in his bathroom for Faye. She'd lived with a man before, and she always had to fight for her own drawer in the bathroom. She wasn't even asking much. She had a relatively small make up back considering her profession. She only wanted a place to store that, and her feminine necessities. Henry already had those in the drawer for when she needed them. All she had left to do was chuck her spare make up bag, a few hair ties and a brush into her drawer, and she was good to go.

Not to mention, the man had a trash can already in his bathroom. One that he knew existed. Even her father would regularly forget about the trash can in the bathroom growing up. Every Tuesday, he would go through the house and empty each of the smaller bins so he could take all the trash out to the side of the road for trash pick up day. Every Wednesday, her mother would ask him if he got all the trash cans. Every time he would assure that he emptied all of them. Then she would ask about the bathroom and he would stare at her blankly before finally mumbling a small 'oh'.

Finally, Faye reached a point where she couldn't hold it in anymore; her heart was about to explode if she didn't let it out. Henry had just put Briar and Kal off to bed when he found her, a crying mess on the couch. Naturally, his first instinct was to panic. Was she hurt? Did he forget something important? Was it their anniversary? Did they even have one? They've only been involved for a few months, right? Was he ignoring her? Did she feel like he was pushing her aside again? Ultimately, he took his brother's sage like advice that had been freely given at each of his other's brother's weddings.

"Faye, while I don't know exactly what I did wrong, I can see that you are upset, and I am sorry."

"For what?" She sniffled, popping her head up from her knees all to quickly.

"I don't know." Henry admitted, cautiously sitting next to her.

"Henry, I'm not upset. I'm the happiest I've been in a long time." Faye explained, only furthering Henry's confusion.

"Then why are you crying?" He asked slowly, growing more and more uncomfortable by the second. He knew females could be complicated, but how could you be happy and crying at the same time? Those were two opposite emotions, weren't they?

"I'm just really happy." Faye wiped at her eyes, scooting closer to Henry to lean against him.

"That doesn't explain why you are crying..."

"Haven't you ever been so happy you cried?"

"I've been so happy it's brought a tear to my eye, yes. Never full out sobbing like something horrible just happened. I thought I forgot an anniversary or something!"

"We don't have one." Faye pointed out, as Henry wrapped his arm around her shoulder to pull her closer.

"I'm sure we do."

"We never officially agreed to be exclusive or anything."

"Have you been doing things I should be aware of?" Henry asked, raising a brow as he looked down at her.

"No. Have you?"

"Of course not. I was under the impression we've been a thing for a while now. Unlike some people."

"You never said anything! You can't just decide we're a thing without telling me!"

"Well do you want this to be a thing?"

"Well, I wouldn't mind it..."

"Then let's just retro date it. What was a significant even between us? Me meeting Briar?"

"No, we just flirted a lot back then."

"True."

"When you asked me to spend more time here?"

"That's way too recent. We've definitely been involved longer than that. What about that night on the couch? When you started dry humping me during the movie?"

"That was a fun night." Faye sighed wistfully.

"Certainly sticks out to me." Henry agreed.

"Deal. We'll figure out what day that was and that can be our anniversary."

"I need to put it in my phone. If I forget I get the feeling I won't ever hear the end of it."

"Do you even know when my birthday is?" Faye asked suddenly, twisting in his embrace to look up at him."

"That would be another good date to put in my calendar."

"What about Briar's birthday?"

"Ok, that one I know! You invited me over to help make her a cake. And then Briar led me into your room right after you'd finished showering. God, that ass..."

"Focus, Romeo!" Faye giggled, playfully swatting at his shoulder.

"Ugh, not Romeo. Choose a different story, I don't want us to end up dead over a misunderstanding."

"Uhh... I'm drawing a blank. You go first."

"You started it, you go first."

"You know, it's getting kinda late, I should go shower before I get too tired." Faye excused herself, slipping from his grip and scurrying out of his reach before he could snatch her up again.

"You, Miss Warren, are a tease." Henry pouted, flopping himself against the back of the couch.

"I am no such thing." Faye gasped, slowly peeling her shirt up over her head. She let it fall silently to the floor, annoyed when her actions went unnoticed. She was in no mood to be ignored.

This time, she reached behind herself, unhooking her bra and slinging it at him, the supportive garment landing directly on his face. It took Henry a second to realize what was going on, picking it up and straightening it out, his mind quickly connecting the dots once he realized what it was. He was on his feet in an instant, growling as he chased his laughing prey down the hall.

He snatched her up around her waist just before she could reach the door, playfully biting at the junction of her neck. "Got you, you little minx." He growled, pressing a kiss to the mark he had left.

"Well that means you get to lay claim to me." Faye giggled, reaching back to cup the back of his neck, pulling his head down for an awkwardly angled kiss.

"Bedroom." Henry muttered against her lips, blindly reaching for the knob and pushing the door open. He set Faye down, swatting at her ass as she slipped by, eagerly following and locking the door behind themselves. By the time he had yanked his shirt off, Faye had already pushed her sweats and panties down, crawling up the bed and giving him a view he never wanted to forget, her glistening peach peeking out from between her thighs, her ass swaying delightfully as she moved.

"Condom?" Faye asked, settling herself down in the middle of the bed, propped up on her elbows.

"Side table." Henry responded, nodding to the table on his side of the bed as he got to work shedding the rest of his clothing. "They better fucking be in date." He added after a second of thought.

"How long have you had them?" Faye snorted, digging through the drawer until she came up with the foil packet.

"Not a clue. They haven't been seeing much use in the last year or so."

"COVID?"

"Fucking COVID." Henry grumbled, crawling onto the edge of the bed, his eyes slowly drinking her in. He grabbed her by the ankle, reverently uncrossing her legs, his strong hands kneading into the arch of her foot as he laid gentle kisses along the ink decorating the top of it. "What's this called?" He asked, his fingers brushing across the design.

"Mandala." Faye explained, Henry nodding and pressing a gentle kiss to it and slowly sliding his hands up, crossing over to her other leg to trace his fingers over the owl.

"This is an owl." He stated definitively, pressing another kiss to her artwork. He then slid up more, nudging her arm out of his way to look more closely at the mermaid he had found before, letting his fingers trace over it, causing Faye to giggle and squirm. "And here is a ticklish little mermaid." He teased, kissing across her torso, just beneath her bare breasts, craning his neck and smiling proudly "Ah ha! I thought I saw something over there." He mumbled proudly, pressing a kiss to the small butterfly on that side of her ribcage, eliciting another giggle from the woman trapped below him. "A ticklish little butterfly! Any others around here?" He asked, pressing kisses back across her torso, wrapping his lips around a nipple when she shook her head.

His tongue flicked against the rapidly hardening bud, grabbing onto her arms and pinning them down when she began to squirm more beneath him.

"Now then, I know about this one." He continued, lifting her right hand to kiss at the leaves and vines wrapping around her wrist and thumb. "And you showed me this one." He pressed an almost reverent kiss to the inside of her forearm, gently moving her arms up over her head. "Now, I can think of one more..." He mumbled, sliding a hand beneath Faye's hip and flipping her over onto her stomach all too easily, managing to keep her trapped beneath him the entire time. "And that's back here." His fingers traced along the black and white depiction of a tree, winding along her spine, its branches reaching up to her shoulders.

"Any others I should know about?" He asked, sliding his hand beneath Faye's hips, trailing lower to slide his fingers through the slick heat gathering between her thighs.

"That's all." Faye moaned, grinding down into his probing fingers.

"You do have quite a few, Miss Warren." Henry finally conceded, his hand sliding back just far enough to roll her back onto her back. "But I would consider this a work of art as well." He purred, diving in to kiss and suck at her slick folds shamelessly.

"Oh shit." Faye panted, her back arching at the sudden stimulation. "Fuck, Henry. I want you now."

"Patience, Miss Warren. I'm going to need you nice and relaxed before you try and take me."

"Damnit, Henry!" Faye growled, using her legs to pull his face even closer to her core, effectively silencing him with her pussy for the time being. "I can sink the Titanic with how fucking wet I am. Now."

"So bossy." Henry tutted, using the leverage he had against her to push her knees almost to her chest, eagerly diving back in, licking, sucking and kissing like a starving man at a feast.

"Fuuuuck." Faye groaned, gripping the sheets with one hand, the other trying to grip the hair on the back of his head, only to be met with fuzz. "Damnit all!" She hissed, cupping the back of his head instead to pull him closer. Henry was all to happy to comply with her demands, even slipping two fingers inside her dripping entrance, curling them in search of the sensitive spot he knew was there, grinning triumphantly when she started squirming harder. One part of her wanted to go up into his teasing mouth. The other wanted to go down onto his wandering fingers.

Henry finally took mercy on her, latching onto her bundle of nerves and sucking hard, his tongue flicking over it as his fingers tapped out a rhythm inside of her, easily sending her toppling over the edge, leaving her a panting mess below him.

"I think you're relaxed enough now." He taunted playfully, gently moving to let her lay flat on the bed.

"I want dick." Faye panted, glaring up at him as he attempted to innocently open the condom, shooting what she assumed was meant to be a wink her way.

"What a coincidence, I just so happen to have one right here, wrapped and ready to go."

"Shut up and fuck me." Faye groaned, rolling her eyes at his antics. Of course, he would manage to still be a dork in the middle of having sex.

"Would you like to stay on your back, or do you want to try something else?"

"I don't have the energy to bounce around on your cock right now."

"Alrighty then." He half laughed, nudging her knees apart to make room for himself, caging her in below his body once again. "This might sting a bit." He advised, gripping himself by the base, sliding the head of his cock between her swollen petals. He slowly pressed inside, rocking his way in until the tip of his cock was pressed firmly against her cervix.

"Are you alright?" Henry asked, wincing when her nails dug even harder into his shoulders.

"Yeah." Faye forced out, trying to slow her breathing. "I'm actively being split in half, but yeah."

"I'm sorry." Henry murmured softly, peppering her face with kisses as he began to roll his hips. Not full on thrusting, no. He saved that for when she started to squirm beneath him, trying to get him to press against all the right spots inside her. Then and only then did he rise up onto his knees, holding her up by her hips to pound into her, her nails now scratching at the sheets.

"Fuck, right there!" Faye gasped, her back arching when he brushed against a particularly sensitive area. "Fuck, don't stop, don't stop!" Henry's head fell back at her pleading, loving how she kept begging for more, her pleas devolving until only his name, 'please' and 'more' fell from her lips.

"Come on, cum all over my cock. Let me watch you come undone." Henry encouraged, slamming into her harder until he felt her walls clenching around him, her head thrown back as she begged him to keep going. Henry didn't last long past her orgasm, finishing himself only a few thrusts later.

"We did it." Faye panted as Henry slowly withdrew, careful to tie the condom off and toss it into the bathroom trashcan.

"Did what?" Henry inquired as he crawled back into bed, letting Faye curl into his side and pulling the blanket over both of them.

"We finally had sex."

"I shall be sure to also mark this date on my calendar."

"Dork."

"Yes, but I'm your dork."

Taglist: @Xxxkatxo @Weallhaveadestiny @lunedelorient

#henry cavill #henry cavill x ofc #henry cavill fanfic #henry cavill fanfiction #henry cavill rpf #guys like you #guys like you fic

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plethora-of-imagines · 4 years

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Human Custom

AN: So this fic started as an anon that just kept getting longer and became it’s own fic. Which is why I am not yet done answering anons. The idea was so soft and let me tell you anon, I spent many nights just rereading this prompt and thinking it was so very soft. I’m not too happy with how the Master sounds in this as it is more from his POV and I don’t have a great grasp on Dhawan!Master’s POV but I tried my best!

Word Count: 1773

Description: Written based off of this anon

Tag List: @c-s-stars @queerconfusionthings @how-masterful @truthbehindthemysteries

The Master huffed and rolled his eyes at all of the gaudy Valentine's gifts still on display in the store. He honestly believed they should just throw them all out the second it was the 15th. It was bad enough to have to see them before the “most romantic day of the year”. He couldn’t believe that he had to subject himself to this just because you had forgotten something while doing the shopping. Of course, you couldn’t just do without. So someone had to go get what you forgot. Lucky him.

To be fair he probably shouldn’t have volunteered to go for you so you didn’t have to feel embarrassed about the shop staff seeing you come back for something. You had been absolutely adorable when you pressed your face into his chest bemoaning your forgetfulness. It had made him forget how much he hated going shopping like this on Earth. It reminded him too much of the 77 years he had been trapped without a TARDIS. Which always left him in a touchy, annoyed mood.

The two teen boys blocking his way past as they slowly walked down the aisle were pissing him off too. If it wouldn’t cause even more trouble for him he would just TCE them both and be done with it. He took a deep breath. He would just push past them soon and continue on his way. It was fine. He would get what you had forgotten and you would jokingly call him "your hero". Giving him a soft, loving kiss for his troubles. It would be worth the annoyances to make you happy.

The Master had no choice but to listen to the two kid's conversation with the volume they were talking at. Wonderful.

“Look man, it’s complete bullshit that she didn’t tell you she was moving until yesterday!”

“She just wanted us to have a normal date before telling me that we would be going long-distance okay?”

The Master wanted to roll his eyes so hard that they fell out of his skull. He did not want to be stuck listening to lower lifeforms and their romantic struggles. He settled instead for slowly dragging his hand down his face.

"I'm just gonna get her one of those stereotypical bears holding a heart stuffed animals to give her before she moves. It's on sale so it's not going to cost me much if she does end up breaking up with me."

"Fair enough, man. It's your money."

Stereotypical bear? Was this some customary holiday gift or something? The Master had to admit he was curious.

Then he saw them. Dozens of bears of different sizes and colors. Most of which were holding a heart-shaped pillow with the words "I love you" on it. He wanted to be disgusted by them but then the image of you clutching and cuddling a bear after falling asleep while waiting for him to join you entered his thoughts. You would probably love it, and it would be absolutely precious seeing you cuddling a stuffed animal he got for you. He needed to get one for you now. The image would consume his mind until he gave in to it.

He examined a few of them trying to decide which one would be the least insufferable to buy and carry back to you. They all seemed too human of a gift. He couldn't see himself handing you one of these. Besides none of them were the size he imagined. The Master wanted it to be half the size of you, something you could curl around comfortably. Something inhumanly soft for you to smush your face into as he teased you for your bed head and sleepy expression after waking up.

This store may be too human but humans spread across the universe in the future taking their customs and holidays with them. It shouldn't be too hard to find something that fit what he pictured. Something big, soft, and decidedly not human-like. And none of that cliche "I love you" on a heart stuff. He could get something much more profound for you.

The Master rushed back towards the TARDIS. He knew just where to go to get what he wanted. Brushing past you he began to take off immediately.

"Did you get the milk?” You asked in bewilderment at his hasty actions.

“They were out.”

Well fuck. He forgot that there had been a reason he was in that store in the first place. Perhaps he shouldn't have rushed off in such a hurry.

“They were out of milk,” your tone was completely flat.

You definitely didn’t believe his lie. Why didn’t he think of a believable lie instead of just saying the first thing he thought of?

“Okay, fine! I thought of something that I need to buy before I got to the milk. Two birds, one stone situation. I can get both the milk and what I need from the store I am going to.”

You wrapped your arms around him, leaning your head against his body. His body relaxing as you held onto him. He loved you so much for being so understanding.

"Okay, Master. As long as we do get some milk. We really need some so I can bake and you can make us hot chocolate. I'm still jealous that you make hot chocolate so much better than I do. One day I'll learn your secret."

Closing his eyes for just a moment the Master enjoyed the comfort of your embrace. Once the TARDIS landed he reluctantly left your arms. He had a plan to accomplish.

"I'll be back. And this time I won't forget to grab some milk."

"Oooh, you did forget. You admit it!"

He playfully booped your nose. Anyone other than you talking to him like that wouldn't survive the next minute. When you did it, it was fine. In fact, it was encouraged. He loved it when you were playful with him. He wanted you to have no fear of him, to treat him like an ordinary person. Even if he couldn't be any further from ordinary.

"Well if someone else hadn't forgotten in the first place we wouldn't be in this position."

You covered your face with your hands as you flusteredly cried out, "Nooo, don't remind me!" with a laugh. You were too adorable to handle. He would never get over it. If he ever lost you somewhere - and he would never dare lose you- he could just describe you as adorable and you would be quickly found.

His errand didn’t take long at all, especially when he chose to have the inhuman stuffed animal sent to the TARDIS by teleportation. In no time at all, he was back by your side smiling to himself as he presented you with the milk. He had been successful in getting just the right stuffed animal for you. You would be wonderfully surprised.

"Did you get what you needed?"

You were soft in your curiosity. Not pushing too much for an answer but expressing your interest in what he did.

"Yes. It should be here shortly. I asked for it to be packaged and sent so I didn't have to carry it and the milk."

"I'll be back soon then. I'm just going to go put this away before I manage to forget."

Perfect. By the time you got back to the console room, the box should be here for you to open. He watched you leave. The moment you were gone he lowered the TARDIS shields so that the gift could be delivered. Just as he put the shields back up you walked back in.

"What did you need to get? The box is huge!"

"Open it and find out."

You gave him a wary look as if you feared that he was playing a prank on you. The Master didn't let it bother him, your reaction should more than makeup for your minor distrust. It’s not as if it wasn’t justified. He had played pranks on you this way before. The joyous laughter and smile on your face when you pulled the stuffed animal out of the box sped his hearts up. It was some weird combination of a bunch of standard anatomy of different animal species found in the universe. With fins, tentacles, and antenna. Half the size of you, you could just barely bring your arms completely around it. He had made sure that it was as soft as possible, softer than any other stuffed animal in the universe.

Gasping, you moaned out into the stuffed animal as you smushed your face into it. "Master it's so soft!"

You pranced over to him, your face still pressed into the stuffed animal. You were ever more precious and adorable than he had imagined you would be.

You popped your head out from behind the stuffed animal to ask him curiously, " what does it say, Master?".

He didn't want to admit what it said. It almost felt embarrassing to say.

"What? Don't you know?"

"I can guess but you know that I can't read it! The TARDIS likes teasing me too much."

You playfully pouted at the TARDIS by looking up towards the ceiling. In truth, the reason the TARDIS rarely translated for you within her walls was to ensure the two of you spent time together. The Master never tried to hide how much he adored holding you in his lap as he read to you for hours. So his TARDIS created opportunities for him but refusing to translate while you were in the TARDIS if not necessary. He sighed. He might as well tell you before you assumed it was something as generic as "I love you" written on the heart.

"It says, you are my universe."

He messed up. You had tears starting to form in your eyes. What had he done? This was a terrible idea. His hands moved to cradle your face, prepared to wipe away any tears.

"Oh no, don't cry! Shh, shh , sh. It's okay."

"Sorry, I just- this is just really sweet and I'm a bit overwhelmed. M' not sad if that's what you're worried about Master."

Shifting the stuffed animal to one side you moved in close to hug him. Pressing a soft kiss to his lips. Your lips as sweet and soft as they always were. He could never tire of the sensation of your lips against each other.

"I love you, Master."

It wasn't the first time you had said it. But his heart swelled all the same as this time he held you close in his arms.

#dhawan!master x reader #the master x reader

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datin-ronpa-v3 · 3 years

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Teddy Bear

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Ryoma x Reader (reader is in first person) Pre-Trauma Ryoma as well just cuz I like him happy Has some headcanons, be warned!

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You excitedly walk up to the door. You can't help but have a big, goofy grin on your face. You get to spend a whole night with your boyfriend! The two of you have been looking forward to tonight for a week or so and you've prepped everything you'll need in your big bag. Soft blankets, soft pajamas, soft pillow, snacks... You've got it all. You let out a soft squeal of excitement and take a deep breath as you knock on the door.

The door unlocks and... There he is. Ryoma looks up at you with a big smile on his face. "Hey." You grin down at him and go in for a hug, which he immediately reciprocates. His embrace is comforting and warm, just like it always is. A wordless way of saying "I love you."

He leads you inside, offering to take your things but you tell him you've got it. You're immediately greeted by his parents, both of which seem very excited to see you. They give you a hug each and welcome you to their home. His mother nudges you and mentions that you're practically all Ryoma wants to talk about, which causes him to poorly hide his now beet-red face under his hat. You tinge a bit too but laugh it off, smirking at him. He sticks his tongue out at you.

After a brief tour of the house he takes you to his room. There's tennis paraphernalia everywhere and quite a few motivational cat posters. A grey kitty is curled up on his bed. There's also what appears to be an air mattress at the foot of his bed. He spreads his arms out and faces you. "This is where you'll be staying."

"It's perfect," you reply enthusiastically.

He smiles and hugs your leg before taking your belongings. "You get the bed since you're the guest of honor," he says as he plops your things on the covers.

This spurs a mini argument between the two of you as you try to argue that he should get to sleep in his own bed while he argues that you deserve the real bed because he loves you. You're both very stubborn in wanting the best of the other so it doesn't go anywhere. You agree to discuss it later at bedtime as you're called to dinner.

. . .

After a wonderfully made supper and some board games with his family you and Ryoma retire to his room to get ready for bed. Neither of you are particularly tired but you're both very eager to spend a whole night together. You go to the bathroom to change into your jammies. You specifically chose to where you cat pjs just because you thought he'd like them. The top is loose and has a cat face with text reading "Meow are you?" The bottoms go about halfway to your knees and are covered with cat faces.

As you re-enter his room you see him in his jammies. A loose shirt that reads "REAL MEN LIKE CATS" and checkered bottoms. He looks absolutely incredible. You knew he'd be adorable in his sleepwear and yet your expectations were still exceeded. You have to cover your mouth in an attempt to hide just how much you love him right now. Fortunately for you, he seems to react pretty similarly to your pajamas. His face pinkens as he grins. "You look so adorable." Your face flushes and the only real answer you have is to run over and pick him up. He laughs and hugs you close.

After a small bout of cuddling you plop him onto his bed and begin going through your things, distinctly moving everything to the air mattress.

"Hey-"

"I wanna sleep on the air mattress."

"You get the real bed, we already decided."

You give him the stink eye with a smirk. "I want to be able to look up when I wake up and see a cute guy."

He blushes at that and doesn't have an argument against it. You have won.

As you get the air mattress set up a dreadful realisation dawns on you. You stare at your stuff, horrified.

Ryoma is quick to notice your distress and sits up, immediately serious. "What's wrong? Are you okay? I can run out and get you something from the store if you need it-"

You shake your head. This is... Embarrassing. "I-It's nothing. I'm okay." You try to give him a reassuring smile.

He is not buying it, arching a brow in response.

With a defeated sigh, you sag your shoulders and look away. "I... Forgot my teddy bear." He seems a bit surprised by that. You decide to elaborate for his sake. You can feel your face heat up as you continue, "I don't know why, but... I need something to hug when I'm sleeping or I'm just restless. I found a teddy bear that was the perfect size and shape a few years back and I've been able to sleep peacefully with it."

You can feel him staring at you. It makes you want to curl up and hide under something. Ryoma reaches out and gently sets a hand on your shoulder. "Dunno why you're acting like that's something to be ashamed of, kitten." He offers a reassuring smile. "It's honestly really cute."

You turn a bit more pink but let out a sigh of relief. Thank god he didn't find that too weird. You lean into his touch and he lifts his hand to stroke your cheek.

"You said it was the perfect size and shape for you, right? What'd it look like? We might have something lying around you could use instead."

His willingness to help you out with something so silly makes your heart thump. He's always been the sweetest guy you know. "Well... It was a kind of big teddy bear... About the size of a my pillow, actually. So a pillow would work if you have a spare."

He smiles and nods. Then he chuckles softly. "I didn't know you had a me-sized stuffed animal you hug every night. I'm honestly a bit jealous."

It had never once occurred to you, not for a second, that you cuddled a Ryoma-sized bear every single night. Those words alone put the idea of cuddling Ryoma all night long in your head. Your face flushes a deep red as you stare at him.

He blinks before turning red himself. "Sorry- I didn't think about what I was saying. I am not actually jealous of an inanimate object, that would be weird-" His words are rushed and he can no longer maintain eye contact with you.

You look away as well, unable to shake the idea of twelve hours of cuddles from your head. You gulp before squeaking out, "I never thought about it like that before."

You hear him shuffle. "Sorry if I ruined your teddy bear for you..."

You whip around to face him, appalled by his statement. "You made cuddling my bear so much better! Now I get to think of you every time I go to bed!"

He stares, wide eyed and red-faced. He seems to be at a complete loss for words. "Oh."

You look away again, immediately getting embarrassed about your passionate outburst about how you could now think about him every time you went to sleep. The two of you sit in a deeply awkward silence that is only interrupted by the yawn of his cat.

Ryoma is the one to speak up. "We could try it if you want..." His voice is quiet and uncertain.

You look back at him, confused. You're brain is too frayed to comprehend his offer.

His shoulders are hunched, hands balled up in his lap. He's staring at them with an embarrassed expression. In an even softer voice, he continues, "I could... Be your teddy bear. If you want-"

You don't need to think twice about your answer. "Yes. Please."

After some readjusting and moving things around you sit on the other side of Ryoma's bed. You look down at him. He glances up at you before leaning into your side and nuzzling you. "You don't have to do this if you don't want to," you remind him.

He looks up at you, eyes determined. "I want this."

With that you gingerly wrap an arm around him and pull him closer. He's much warmer than you expected and it's kind of comforting. He scoots himself a bit closer so that his back is right up against you. Your heart flutters and you hold him even tighter. You bring your knees up and rest your chin atop his head. His short, orange hair is delightfully soft, albeit a bit tickly. You peek down at him. "Are you comfy?"

To your surprise, his eyes are already closed and he's got a wide smile on his face. "Mhm." He takes the arm around him and cuddles it, rubbing his cheek in your palm. He seems very content.

You smile and crane your neck to give him a kiss on the cheek. His eyes shoot open at that and he rolls onto his back, making grabby motions with his hands. You chuckle and lean in again, this time sharing a kiss with him. He makes a happy noise as he gets back into snuggling position. The two of you chat for a bit, flirting and joking around. Despite having not been that tired before you both find yourselves growing steadily drowsier as time goes on. More and more yawns fill the gaps between talking. Ryoma's cat hops onto you and curls up, purring contentedly. He grins and comments she only does that with people she really likes. You feel honored.

It doesn't take long for sleep to overtake you both. Both Ryoma and yourself have a warm smile as you hold each other. The night passes by and you get the most comfortable rest you've ever gotten in your life. So does he. His cat seemed pretty comfy, too.

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#🖤 Ryoma #💌 Romantic story

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sendrickbecs · 4 years

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A Token Of Your Love (1/1)

"Come on dude. Help me out here, just stay in the grabby thing and don't fall – fuck."

Beca's hands slam down in frustration, coming in contact with the glass window on the arcade game she's attempting to play and then win – but it's kind of kicking her ass.

The concoction of various smells – burgers, popcorn and candy floss – mixes with the strong stench of alcohol – beer mostly. It's actually kind of nice, despite the fact that it's making Beca's stomach rumble and her craving for a drink intensify.

"One more. This is it. I can do this." She mumbles to herself, but she doesn't quite believe her self-reassuring words. "If I don't win this then Chloe will never love me."

She almost snorts at herself, she's being so ridiculous right now. Not only is she talking to herself in a very public place, but she's also talking to herself about Chloe – the girl she's been in love with for the last three years – and trying to convince herself that winning the toy and gifting it to Chloe will make her fall in love with her, just like that.

The chance that it could make Chloe fall in love with her is what gives Beca the motivation to keep trying, shoving token after token into the machine then failing again and again.

But if she wins the fucking stuffed animal then Chloe – the girl of her fucking dreams – might finally return those goddamn feelings that have her feeling completely smitten. It's Chloe's fault that Beca is even playing this stupid game anyway, and she kind of hates that she's doing something so cliché in attempt to 'get the girl' but it is what it is and Beca is not one to give up on something that she really wants.

She digs into her pocket and retrieves a token – every game in the arcade requires a token to play and she's used every single one of hers on this claw machine.

Once she's slotted the token in, she presses the button to start up the game and begins directing the claw towards the middle of the machine.

It's just her luck – or lack of skill – that the claw once again drops the prize back onto the pile of stuffed animals.

Her head rests against the glass whilst she dials down her anger and reminds herself that it is only an arcade game and it is not the end of the world if she doesn't win. Beca doesn't see it that way, however, because she needs to win this, she needs Chloe to love her, because she doesn't know how much longer she can be 'just friends' for and it physically hurts knowing that Chloe might reject her and then she'll lose her best friend.

So, to Beca, this arcade game kind of is a life and death situation. She desperately needs to win.

Another token is pushed into the slot. At this point Beca has lost count how many she's put into the machine, but she knows she's coming close to using them all up.

"Hi, Shawshank."

Fat Amy's voice startles her so much that she jumps, her hand jolting, nudging the button in the process. The claw reaches down, retrieving a small lion, carrying it a couple of inches before releasing it again.

The lion stuffed animal is not her intended prize so Beca lets out a sigh of relief when the claw drops it only seconds after picking it up. However, she supposes that if she had won the lion then that would be okay too. Afterall, Chloe's ginger hair looks like a lion's mane so she wouldn't throw it back in her face – Chloe would never do that anyway, but Beca just wants Chloe to like it.

She's been at this same arcade machine for a while now with the pure determination that she isn't giving up until she wins the stuffed version of Chloe's favourite animal. Beca cannot wait to see the expression on her best friend's face when she gives it to her.

"Hey, Ames," Beca nods, glancing at Fat Amy's reflection in the glass. She has a burger in one hand and a milkshake in the other.

Beca takes a moment to glance behind the blonde, attempting to locate the other Bellas, but mostly looking for the redhead. When she still hasn't seen them, she tears her eyes away and her gaze wanders back to the stuffed animal in the claw machine.

Fat Amy takes another step forward, tapping the glass lightly with her milkshake cup as both of her hands are occupied. "How much money have you put into this thing?" She asks as she lifts the straw of the milkshake to her lips and slurps loudly.

"Doesn't matter." Beca responds quickly, shrugging before reaching into the back pockets of her jeans, digging until she pulls out two more tokens – her last two tokens.

Amy leans her entire weight on the arcade machine, standing to Beca's right. The smaller girl is watching her out of the corner of her eye, she's munching on her burger yet is still focusing on the way Beca is staring intensely at the bear.

"You've been here for the last twenty minutes. Why are you so determined?"

Beca's facial expression is unclear which only heightens Fat Amy's curiosity. She clearly knows something is up with her friend but is yet to figure out what.

The question goes ignored, instead Beca asks a question of her own. "Where are the others?" Once again she is glancing around frantically. She doesn't want to be caught by the other Bellas – especially Chloe – playing (and failing to win) a claw machine full of stuffed animals. They are bound to tease her for it.

"They're getting Candy floss." Fat Amy responds, her tone a little muffled as she's just stuffed the last of her burger into her mouth.

"Okay, good." Beca nods, her eyes scanning her surroundings until her gaze lands on the candy floss stand. Instantly she's met with the sight of the beautiful redhead, she's grinning at the rest of the Bellas, obviously in conversation.

Cynthia Rose, Jessica, Ashley and Emily are holding sticks of candyfloss and the others are waiting in the line. However, Lily is holding three of the candy floss sticks (without the candy floss) in between her fingers on both hands. Beca shakes her head, not even questioning why Lily is pretending to be wolverine.

Her eyes land on Chloe once more, embracing her beauty at the same time as admiring her smile. Her happiness is just so contagious that Beca's own lips tug upwards, curling the corners of her lips until she's presenting a smile.

Every time she looks at Chloe, a damn smile breaks out onto her face.

"Why?" Fat Amy's voice breaks her out of her trance. Beca flips her head back around and locks eyes with the blonde. "What are you doing?" Amy is intrigued now, knowing the small brunette is up to something, she can see it glistening in her eyes.

Beca lifts her hand to the glass and points to the red panda. "I'm winning Chlo that red panda, I don't care how long it takes."

Amy's expression rises from confusion and a huge grin plays at her lips. "You're winning this for Chloe? Of course you are. That explains why you haven't given up yet."

The brunette scoffs in attempt to reign in her soft side, "Shut up. Red pandas are Chloe's favourite."

"When are you finally going to ask her out? You're head over heels for the girl."

Once again, Beca ignores Amy, simply focusing on the claw as she reaches into her pocket for another token. "I have to win this for her."

Just like every single attempt so far, the token slots into the machine and goes to waste as the claw releases the red panda.

"Motherfucker." Beca kicks her foot into the bottom of the machine, causing a few people to turn in her direction. They all throw her a strange, very judgemental look before continuing with their own games.

"Jesus. Chill out Beca." Amy says, reaching forwards and placing her hand on the smaller girl's shoulder in attempt to comfort her. She sighs, then adds, "You know you could just buy one from the booth over there." Amy throws her thumb back, gesturing to the small booth across from them.

"Those ones are smaller."

Fat Amy huffs at Beca's reply, "Chloe will love it either way if you give it to her. She loves anything you give her. You don't need to win her over with a stuffed panda because she already loves you."

Beca's head snaps up at Amy's words. "Chloe loves me?" She repeats.

"Chloe loves you." The blonde chuckles, as she nods. "You're both completely oblivious and it's annoying, but she loves you as much as you love her."

It takes Beca a few seconds to take in the words. Chloe loves...her. Why her? Chloe could do so much better than her because she's so beautiful, smart and happy, she's so perfect. Does Chloe actually love her? Shit, if Chloe loves her too then she's the luckiest person on the planet. No, the motherfucking universe.

Beca physically shakes her head to rid of the rambling thoughts. "Shit. Really?" She can't quite believe what she's hearing. The love of her life loves her back?

"Yes." Fat Amy nods, "So, let's win this thing and go get your girl."

Beca's sudden wave of confidence makes her a little cocky, causing another token to go to waste. Just because Chloe loves her back does not mean she can suddenly ace an arcade machine. The button is pressed to early and the claw reaches down, picking up nothing but a tigers leg, releasing it's grasp before it can properly grab it.

"Fuck. That was my last token." Beca grumbles, her face dropping when she realises that she's completely wasted the last half hour and spent way too much money to come out with nothing.

Fat Amy shakes her head vigorously, "No, we aren't giving up yet Shawshank." She places the empty milkshake cup down on the top of a smaller arcade game and reaches her hand into her pocket. She retrieves her hand after rummaging for a few seconds, opening her palm to reveal some chewing gum, a condom, a five-dollar bill and two arcade tokens. She takes the two tokens and drops them into Beca's hand, then shoves the rest back into her pocket.

"Thanks." Beca nods with a smirk, but she can't deny that she's nervous. These last two tokens determine whether or not she 'gets the girl' and she wants more than anything to tell Chloe how she feels, even though it scares the crap out of her.

The first token slots into the machine and both girls watch the claw, pleading for it to grip onto the red panda and carry it over to the prize drop. But when it slips from the claw, Beca isn't really surprised, she has never been good at claw machines so she doesn't know why she thought this would be a good idea.

"Last one BM," Amy eyes the last token in the brunette's hand and sends a reassuring grin her way.

This seems to be enough encouragement for Beca because she lifts her hand up and slides the final token into the slot on the machine. She exhales loudly, then clamps her mouth shut after taking in a sharp breath.

Her left hand runs through her hair, trying to get rid of some of the anxious energy. The button under her palm is finally pressed and the arcade game springs to life.

She guides the tiny lever until the claw is directly above the red panda, the four claws positioned so it can easily access the stuffed animal.

Beca shifts her gaze from the machine to Amy, who is standing beside her, she shuffles to the side and peers at the claw, examining the accuracy. She nods and flashes Beca a wide smile.

They both stare intensely into the machine, watching the exact movements of the claw. Beca presses the red button and the claw ever so slowly drops down.

It reaches into the pile of stuffed animals and grips tight onto the red panda, it's a firm hold which is promising, but Beca doesn't allow herself to breathe or say anything in case she jinxes it.

The claw rises back up, still gripping onto the bear securely. It carries it all the way to the bottom corner of the machine – to Beca's left – and releases it over the prize drop. The red panda falls into the empty space and Beca's face lights up at the realisation that she has finally won.

"Holy fucking shit. We did it!" Beca drops down to her knees and retrieves the stuffed animal from the flap at the bottom. She clutches it to her chest and takes note of its cuteness. She is so sure that Chloe is going to love it. "Thanks Amy, I love you so much right now."

Fat Amy is just as excited as Beca, grinning from ear to ear and jumping from one foot to the other. She's pretty sure that she wouldn't object to vertical running right now.

"Not as much as you love ginger." She replies in a singsong tone, teasing the smaller girl.

Beca's expression is displaying a mixture of emotions, she's feeling euphoric and she can't wipe the smile off her face. But there are also a lot of nerves present. She's sort of freaking out because now that she's won the prize she has to actually give it to Chloe, in aditition to confessing her feelings. Beca has never been good at talking about feelings or even understanding how she felt at times so knowing she is seconds away from confessing her love to her best friend is pretty damn frightening.

Losing repeatedly gave her more time to procrastinate and put off the inevitable, but now she hasn't got anything in her way.

After releasing a heavy sigh, Beca shakes her hands, attempting to hype herself up. "Shit. Am I really about to do this?"

"Go get her tiger." Amy presses her hand to Beca's back and forces her forwards a little. Beca gets the hint and moves her feet at her own pace, leading herself towards the other Bellas who are still standing next to the candy floss stand.

Beca switches the red panda to her left hand and drags it behind her back, blocking it from the Bellas view. Amy is behind her and knowing she has her support gives her all the encouragement she needs. If this goes badly at least she knows that Amy will be drinking with her later.

"Hey guys," Beca says, smiling even though she feels like she's about to throw up.

Chloe steps forward, her hands also trapped behind her back, "Becs, where have you been?" She asks, but she doesn't leave time for Beca to answer before speaking again. "I got you something."

The redhead pulls her hand from behind her back and reveals a stick of pink candyfloss. She pushes it forwards, passing it over to Beca. The two share a smile, one that lingers after their gaze shifts from each other.

"Thanks, Chlo." Beca grins at the candyfloss, then back at her best friend.

The other Bellas are standing back, no one daring to say a word, not wanting to risk bursting the bubble created by their two captains.

It's blatantly obvious to anyone that knows the two girls, that they are just meant to be together. The Bellas know them best, so they identify the longing glances and growing smiles between the two girls. They have watched two of their best friend's pine over each other for the last three years.

They know it's finally going to happen, and they don't want to ruin a thing.

"I didn't know where you were, and I didn't want you to miss out on the candy floss. You said it was your favourite." Chloe smiles sweetly, meeting Beca's eyes again. The dark blue misty eyes belonging to her best friend are her favourite and she finds herself falling deeper into them each time.

"It is," She nods, "Thank you. But, um, I actually have something for you as well."

Chloe's eyes light up, "You do?"

"Yeah. Close your eyes and put your hands out." Without question, Chloe does as Beca says, closing her eyes, opening her hands and pushing them forwards. She trusts Beca wholeheartedly so she knows Beca isn't about to so something that will make her feel uncomfortable.

The smile on Chloe's lips only grows as the seconds go by. She has no idea what to expect, yet simply just because it is Beca, she's full of excitement. Beca takes note of the smile and finds herself grinning in response.

The younger girl takes a step closer, pulling her hand from behind her and lifting the red panda onto Chloe's open palms. As the Bellas watch the interaction, they all have their own smiles, Emily is even close to tears.

"Okay. Open."

Chloe snaps her eyes open, taking in the sight of the red panda stuffed animal in front of her. Her entire face lights up even more and she gushes over the cuddly toy.

Her eyes find Beca's once again and both of their smiles are so full of love, that right here Beca is so sure that Chloe feels the same. She can see it in her eyes, and Beca knows Chloe better than anyone, at times she knows exactly how Chloe is feeling based off of the look in her eye.

In this moment, Beca's expression mirrors Chloe's, confirming that she is as in love with her as she is with Chloe. For once Amy is right.

"Do you like it?" Beca asks nervously.

Chloe grins, and nods her head lightly. Before she's even acknowledged her own actions her hands are around Beca's body, embracing her in a hug. Beca reacts quickly, wrapping her own hands around Chloe, squeezing back a little.

They pull away from the embrace after a few seconds, but neither girl lets go of the others hand.

"Becs, oh my god. It's a red panda. I love it so much. Thank you." Chloe squeals, and the sight makes Beca's heart throb in her chest. She takes a second to process that she is the reason why Chloe is so happy right now.

The brunette shrugs, smirking, hiding her inner freak out.

"I can't believe you won me this." Chloe squeezes Beca's hand, reminding her that they are still holding hands.

"First try and everything."

Chloe's smile hasn't stopped growing, but she can't help it. Beca makes her so happy and she loves seeing the soft, loving, caring side of her best friend. Another squeal leaves her lips and she clutches the red panda to her chest.

"Do you have a name for it?" Beca asks, glancing down at it and then back up to Chloe, completely forgetting the rest of the Bellas are here. "Please don't name him Mr Panda."

A giggle leaves Chloe's lips and it has Beca smiling once again. It's rare that Beca smiles yet today she hasn't stopped smiling. Chloe is the reason for that. When she's around Chloe, smiling is contagious.

"Mr Panda is an aca-awesome name." Chloe says, which makes Beca role her eyes.

"Sure." Beca nods, "But it's a red panda so-"

Chloe interrupts her when she has another idea, "How about we name him 'red'?"

Beca doesn't miss the use of 'we' and it runs through her mind on a repetitive loop for the few seconds that she doesn't respond. Chloe actually said 'we' meaning he is theirs, something the two of them will share. Granted he is only a stuffed animal, but simply sharing something with Chloe makes Beca's heart soften.

She really wishes she and Chloe can share something more – a kiss, or maybe even a bond of never-ending love. Because she has loved Chloe for as long as she can remember, from the moment she first set eyes on the redhead at the activities fair she knew she wanted her. It may have just been lust at first, Beca couldn't – and still can't – deny that Chloe is fucking attractive, but her feelings towards the girl only heightened when they landed naked and hot and wet in the dorm shower together.

Beca is sure that if Chloe made a move on her that day, she would have mirrored her actions and kissed her back just as passionately, possibly enforcing something more than a kiss.

She thinks about that all the time, more frequently than she'd like to admit.

The brunette is about to comment on the fact that 'Red' is one of Beca's nicknames for Chloe, but the older girl speaks up again before she has the chance.

"Will you be Red's other mom?" She asks, with a small, almost shy smile on her face.

Chloe Beale does not get shy, that just isn't part of who she is. The redhead is pretty confident and is never afraid to speak her mind yet standing in front of Beca – the girl she's been in love with for the past three years – her expression is bashful. She's almost wary, afraid of Beca rejecting the suggestion. As stupid as it sounds, Chloe really hopes – wants – needs, Beca to say yes. She wants the two of them to be co-parents as well as co-captains. Even if their kid is just a stuffed animal.

It's a pathetic thought but the idea causes tingles to flow all over her body.

If Beca accepts the offer then it's one step closer to Chloe confessing her feelings, which means it increases the possibility of them becoming girlfriends and eventually becoming actual co-parents to actual human babies.

Chloe can't hold back the smile that takes over her entire face.

Amy's previous words are still very present in Beca's mind, 'She loves you as much as you love her.'

Beca loves Chloe so fucking much. It's really no exaggeration when Beca says she'd do anything for Chloe. She literally joined the Bellas for Chloe. Everything she's ever done since she met the girl was for Chloe.

So, if Chloe even loves Beca half as much as that then it's worth the shot.

Amy was right about one thing, Beca is completely oblivious, they both are, because they've both been in love with each other since the day they met but it's taken them this long to finally do something about it. They've finally acknowledged that these feelings might not be one sided after all.

"You want me to be?" Beca asks cautiously, but there is still a slight smile still growing on her face.

Chloe's nod is clarification enough, and it sparks something inside of Beca. That nod is exactly what Beca has been hoping for. Chloe wants Beca to be with her, to share something special, and this is just the beginning.

"Come here." Beca says, holding her hand out for Chloe.

The redhead takes Beca's hand and instantly falls into her arms. Beca's hands find chloe's waist and Chloe wraps her arms over the younger girl's shoulders, locking her hands together behind her neck.

It's kind of perfect how well their bodies fit together. Wrapped up in each other's arms, they shape together perfectly, like they were made for each other - moulded as one.

Chloe is the one to break the contact, pulling away from the embrace, but she can't bare to let go of Beca so she reaches for her hand, gripping onto it, afraid that it might slip away - that Beca might slip away.

A pair of bright, ocean blue eyes meets the dark blue (with hints of grey) eyes. Neither girl breaks the eye contact, smiling at each other as if they're sharing a secret - in a way they are, but it's not going to be a secret for much longer.

Their thought process are so alike, they can tell what the other is thinking - feeling, and they both want to show just how much love they have for each other.

The older senior reaches her hand towards Beca's face and cups her cheek softly, her thumb carressing her skin in swift motions. Beca can feel her cheeks warm up underneath Chloe's touch.

As Chloe inches her face closer to Beca's, the brunette leans in. Their movement is slow, neither girl wanting to rush the moment that they've been waiting for - and fantasising about - for so long.

Their lips meet in the middle, but when they eventually touch, they crash together and all the thoughts about taking things slow have instantly been forgotten.

The kiss is messy and desperate.

Beca's tongue swipes across Chloe's bottom lip, and within seconds she's granted access.

Their tongues explore each other's mouths, memorising everything before Beca pulls away. Chloe's bottom lip is between her teeth, she tugs on it gently before letting go.

Seconds after breaking the kiss, Chloe pushes forwards again, recapturing Beca's lips with her own.

The second kiss is slower, yet more passionate.

"Bhloe is finally happening!" Amy shouts, her grin widening. Both Beca and Chloe hear her - she's not exactly quiet - but neither girl pulls away. Their contact is too precious and in their little bubble everything feels out of this world, they just want a little longer to appreciate that.

The blonde turns to face the rest of the bellas, who are all mirroring her expression. They've wanted 'Bhloe' to happen for so long, shipping their two friends since the beginning and now it's finally happening they are beyond happy for the girls.

"I still think 'Bechloe' is better." Stacie mentions, and a few of the girls nod in agreement.

"Bhloe." Fat Amy replies sternly, "But whatever. Let's leave these two lovebirds to it."

One by one, all of the Bellas begin to walk away. Jessica and Ashley disappearing before the others, heading towards the carousel hand in hand. Cynthia Rose, Stacie, Flo and Lily shift to the right, directing their attention to a row of carnival games.

The youngest of the Bellas is still in slight shock, she's always looked up to Beca and Chloe, and believed them to be her 'aca-parents' so watching the scene unfold in front of her eyes makes her so happy.

"Come on Legacy," Fat Amy says, tugging at Emily's cardigan and pulling her with her as she walks over to the other Bellas.

The two girls wait to break the contact until they're certain all the Bellas have left. Chloe presses a chaste kiss to Beca's lips once more before pulling away slowly, wanting nothing more than to press her lips back against Beca's.

A content smile plays at Chloe's lips as Beca's fingers drift down her arms until they find her hands, connecting them together then intertwining their fingers.

"So, where to first?" Beca asks, glancing around them at the different stands and booths as well as the rides towering over them.

With the biggest grin Chloe can muster, she tugs Beca's hand and pulls at her wrist gently. "The Ferris wheel?" Chloe suggests. Her eyes are sparkling with excitement and the smile on her lips light up her entire face.

It just makes Beca swoon all over again.

She can't imagine ever loving anyone else as much as she loves Chloe. But maybe someday she will. The day their child is born.

What the fuck has happened to the badass Beca effin' Mitchell? Before she met Chloe, she was so sure she was never going to have children, yet now she finds herself imagining starting a family with the girl.

The brunette lets out a laugh, and grins at the older girl. "I had a feeling you'd say that. Come on." It's Beca's turn to tug on Chloe's arm, leading her towards the Ferris wheel.

They manage to jump straight on the ride as there is no queue. The two settle next to each other, Chloe's arm reaching behind the smaller girls and Beca finds herself leaning into Chloe, placing her head on her shoulder.

Beca shuffles a little, lifting her head up so she can look at Chloe.

The way Chloe is looking at her causes a warm blush to run over her cheeks. Their gaze is so intense that Beca has to look away for a second, her blush only enhancing as Chloe's fingers trace patterns on her wrist, leaving behind a hot trail of tingles.

Her breath hitches when Chloe brings her hand to her lips and kisses it softly.

Beca's gaze snaps up to meet Chloe's again, her lips curling up into a smile, loving how it feels to have Chloe looking at her like that. It's the way she's been looking at Chloe for the last three years, but now that Beca really thinks about it, Chloe's been looking at her this way for a while, maybe even the whole time.

How the hell did she miss that?

Beca twists her position and turns to look at Chloe. They are nearing the top of the wheel now but Beca isn't paying attention to the view. As cheesy as it is, Chloe is the only beautiful view she wants to look at.

"Can I tell you a secret?" Beca whispers, close to Chloe's ear. It's so intimate, it's meant for only their ears.

A secret only they share.

A hot shiver runs up Chloe's neck, Beca's breath is warm against her ear and the urge to grab her and kiss the shit out of her grows by the second.

"Yeah." Chloe nods, it's so quiet it's almost a whimper.

Beca doesn't waste any time, somewhat afraid that the ride will be over or come to a halt before she can get the words out. She's spent the last three years hiding her feelings from her best friend and she doesn't want to do it anymore.

She lifts her lips and presses a kiss to Chloe's skin, just under her ear. Beca pulls back and is instantly lost in Chloe's ocean blue eyes, they're beautiful, she's never seen eyes so perfect, so mesmerising. Chloe's eyes are the direct route to her soul and she's so lucky to be the one that gets to know Chloe's soul better than anyone else.

"I love you." Beca says, barely above a whisper, but they are so close that Chloe can hear exactly what she just said even over the eruption of loud music and playful screams.

"I don't want to freak you out by saying this, but I have a pretty good feeling now that we're co-parents that you'll be okay with it, more than okay maybe. Chlo, I love you. I've loved you for a while now and it's freaking me out, but I think you're freaking out too, so I was kind of hoping that we could...freak out together?"

Chloe's grip on Beca's hand tightens. Beca has always managed to ground her, when she's overly emotional or too excited just having some form of physical contact with Beca has always calmed her and brought her back to the present. This is no exception.

Chloe opens her mouth to say something but she can't get much out before Beca cuts her off.

"Becs-"

"Oh fuck. I've totally blown it haven't I?" Beca groans, her eyes dropping to her lap and a frown settling on her face.

Chloe's giggling makes Beca lift her head up, hating the fact that Chloe finds it so funny. But when Beca looks up at Chloe, she knows she isn't laughing at her for what she said. Chloe's bright blue eyes are glistened with tears, threatening to spill.

Before the brunette can acknowledge what is happening, Chloe's lips are attached to hers again, kissing her softly. Once Beca finally gets her head around what is happening, that somehow she hasn't 'totally blown it' after all, she kisses back, mirroring Chloe's passion.

"You don't know how long I've waited to hear you say that." She whispers against Beca's lips.

She feels Beca smile into the kiss, then pulls away slowly, pressing their foreheads together. Chloe reaches down and grasps onto Beca's hand.

Her tears finally spill, releasing three years worth of pent up emotions from believing that the love was simply unrequited.

Now she knows it's not.

Beca loves her too, and that's all she needs to know to give her enough courage to say it back, knowing she isn't alone in this anymore, and she never really has been.

"I love you too, Becs." Chloe says.

Beca brings her hands up to cup both of Chloe's cheeks, stroking away the stray tears with her thumbs. Her soft strokes only encourage another sob to break free from Chloe, and Beca's eyes gloss with tears of her own.

The brunette smiles playfully as she takes a glance down at their child in Chloe's lap. She has to admit, The Red Panda is pretty darn adorable, but no where near as adorable as her redhead.

Her gaze drifts back up to Chloe's and she leans in to press their lips together, initiating another kiss.

She's expressing every single feeling towards Chloe in this one kiss and it takes everything in her to pull away. If she had it her way, their lips would never leave each other's, but they kind of have to get off this ride.

The cart tilts forwards, slowly taking them back down to the ground. After a few seconds, the ride stills, coming to a halt at the bottom.

They're back where they started - only now they feel lighter, they've finally confessed their feelings to one another.

The love they share is so passionate and real which is why they know they'll be okay. No matter what happens they have each other, neither girl is going anywhere anytime soon, and for now, it's enough.

They can freak out together and maybe even bicker over silly things, but they'll come out stronger in the end.

Because they're Beca and Chloe. Together they're Bhloe, and everyone LOVES a good Blowie.

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Sweeter Than You (Eskel/Lambert, Modern AU)

Based on Kashimalin’s 50 Types of Kisses prompt list.

Prompt: "A kiss that tastes of the food/dessert they are eating."

Pairing: Eskel/Lambert

Content Warning: Modern AU (lawyer Lambert, baker Eskel), implied sexual content at the end of the chapter (nothing graphic)

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Lambert has had the shittiest day at work.

First, he got stuck in downtown Novigrad traffic even though his traffic app told him that the roads were all clear, which in turn made him late for his 9am meeting. Real professional, great first impression. His client was understanding about the situation, but Lambert hates being late, especially when he’s trying to score new clients for his firm. The meeting went well despite his tardiness, and Lambert is convinced he’ll get the case settled in no time, but his day just kept getting shittier and shittier. He ended up spilling hot coffee on his brand new suit and the only spare he kept at the office was slightly too snug when he put it on. Great, he apparently put on weight, too. That has to be Eskel’s fault, what with all the treats he bakes for Lambert at the weekend.

If the day wasn’t bad enough, Lambert’s car broke down on his way to lunch with an important client. It took the tow-truck a whole hour to get to him, which meant that Lambert had to cancel on his client and lose out on a potential settlement agreement. To add insult to injury, the sandwich Lambert ended up buying from a nearby bakery tasted of ass. Though admittedly Lambert’s taste buds have considerably developed since he started dating Eskel, because the man is a literal genius in the kitchen. Lambert can’t eat generic sandwiches anymore without comparing them to Eskel’s creations.

When the tow-truck finally showed up, Lambert decided to call time of death on this generally miserable day. He called his secretary and told her to clear his diary for the day, which he knew that Essi would pull off. She’s hands down the best secretary in the whole of Novigrad, in Lambert’s eyes anyway, and well worth the considerable salary he pays her each month. After calling Essi, Lambert hailed down a taxi only to find that he left his wallet in his car, which was now being towed away to the nearest garage. Great. Just fantastic.

Fuck this shit, fuck his car, fuck his job, and fuck the entire universe.

Lambert just starts walking without a clear destination in mind. His suit is too tight and uncomfortable, but he can’t bring himself to care as he tries to work off the anxious energy bubbling in his chest. He wants to scream, or punch something, whatever yields the most satisfaction. Why is the world against him today? What did he do to deserve this? Lambert considers dialling Eskel, but he knows that his boyfriend won’t be able to hear the phone if he’s at work.

Oh, wait a second.

Lambert looks around for the first time since storming off and he quickly realises that he’s not actually too far away from Eskel’s shop. The thought brightens his mood a little - if Lambert’s not able to go home and hide away from the world, at least he can spend the afternoon helping his boyfriend out in the bakery. Or just wait until Eskel has a minute to spare so Lambert can hug out all his frustrations in the backroom… or do other things in Eskel’s office. With a renewed spring in his step, Lambert makes haste towards Eskel’s shop.

It doesn't take long for him to reach Lil Titbits, a quaint-looking shop just off the main street of Novigrad's business centre. It doesn’t look like much from the outside, but Lambert knows just how hard Eskel worked to make the inside of his shop as inviting and cosy as humanly possible. As soon as Lambert steps inside the bakery, the heavenly smell of warm baked bread and freshly made coffee invades his nostrils. If he closes his eyes, he can almost pretend like he’s stepping inside his and Eskel’s home rather than his boyfriend’s shop.

The little bell above the door chimes loudly, announcing his presence. Lambert instantly notices that the place is quiet - which is not unusual for a Wednesday afternoon, when most of Eskel’s customers are still either at work or at school. Lambert notices an elderly couple sitting in the booth by the window, enjoying a generous slice of lemon-meringue pie - oh fuck, Lambert loves Eskel’s lemon-meringue pies - between themselves. Lambert can’t fathom why anyone would share a slice of pie that good, especially since Eskel’s creations are by far the best fucking thing Lambert’s ever tasted. People are weird.

Apart from those two customers, the place is empty. It doesn’t take long for Eskel to appear behind the counter, wearing his favourite apron, the one that reads “They Call Me Darth Baker” written in a white font on the black fabric. Geralt, Eskel’s brother, bought him that apron for Christmas, but Lambert never thought Eskel would actually wear it at work, for every customer to see, but that’s Eskel for you. He doesn’t give a flying fuck about what people think of him. Lambert has always admired that about him.

“Hey babe,” Eskel greets him, his smile bright enough to rival the moon, stars, and the fucking sun. The deep baritone of his boyfriend’s voice washes over Lambert in calming waves. “Bit early for you to be here. Everything alright?”

Lambert’s legs move of their own volition, and before he knows it, he’s behind the counter burying himself in the warmth and safety of Eskel’s arms. “I am now,” he breathes, his tone just on that side of pouty, before rubbing his cheek against Eskel’s nerdy apron. He doesn’t give a shit if the customers at the back of the shop see them, nor does he care if he ends up with flour in his beard. He needs this, needs to feel Eskel close, because today’s been a shitty day and the only person who can make it better is his boyfriend.

“Oh sweetheart, what’s up?” Eskel asks, his voice soft and reassuring like he’s talking to a spooked animal. Lambert only tightens his hold around Eskel, not ready to break the sweetness of the moment by reminiscing about his not-so-good-very-bad day. “Wanna move through to the kitchen?”

That, in fact, sounds like a great fucking idea. Lambert almost whines when Eskel pulls away from him, but the urge quickly fades when Eskel laces their fingers together and drags Lambert through the back by the hand. Once they have regained a semblance of privacy, Lambert lets Eskel pull him into another soul-crushing hug.

“I hate everything. And everyone. Well no, not everyone. I don’t hate you.”

“Mmh, good to know,” Eskel rumbles, sounding amused, “what happened, puppy?”

Lambert buries deeper in Eskel’s embrace as he replies, his words slightly muffled by the fabric of Eskel’s apron.

“Got stuck in traffic this morning, then was late for my meeting, spilt coffee on my suit, my car broke down, I missed lunch with a potential client who’s worth a buttload of money, and I’m getting fat,” Lambert ends, his tone decidedly whiny when he’s reminded of just how snug his emergency suit feels. Damn Eskel and his ridiculously good treats.

“Naw, hell Lamb,” Eskel shifts and grabs something resting on the working surface behind him. When Lambert looks up, he sees Eskel holding what looks to be a lemon and white chocolate muffin inches away from Lambert’s face. “Open up! My baking always cheers you up.”

“Your baking is the reason why I’m getting fat!” Lambert grouses half-heartedly, his tongue poking out from between his lips to lick at the buttercream frosting covering the top of the muffin. “Mmmh, white chocolate! I knew it.”

“Was gonna save it for you to celebrate your new client. Guess it can also be used as a consolatory muffin,” Eskel brings the treat closer to Lambert’s lips and offers a small, encouraging smile, “c’mon, take a bite. I promise you’ll feel better.”

Lambert can’t resist Eskel’s pretty eyes anyway, so he happily lets his boyfriend feed him the muffin. Lambert takes a huge chunk out, the white chocolate and lemon flavours exploding on his tongue pulling an appreciative moan. Lambert’s eyes flutter shut as he savours his morsel, and when he opens them again, he sees Eskel’s smile has widened into a pleased grin.

“Good?” he asks, like there’s any fucking doubt about how good his muffin tastes.

“As always,” Lambert whispers in response, snatching the muffin out of Eskel’s hand and stuffing what’s left of it in his mouth. Eskel levels him with an unimpressed look, clicking his tongue in disapproval at his boyfriend’s actions.

“You’re gonna choke one of these days,” Eskel tells him, trying not to laugh as Lambert tries to chew around the massive bite in his mouth, “look at your lil hamster cheeks. Adorable.”

Lambert glares - the full effect of his scowl is probably lost on Eskel, though, with how Lambert is still struggling to swallow his treat - but the intention is there. Eskel shakes his head fondly before leaning in and catching Lambert’s lips in a chaste kiss which probably tastes sweet and lemony, but Eskel doesn’t seem to mind the taste of his dessert on Lambert’s lips. It takes Lambert a little while to swallow the food in his mouth, but when he does, he puckers his lips in a silent request for more of Eskel’s sweet kisses.

“Yes?” Eskel teases, raising one eyebrow, “can I help you?”

Lambert’s lower lip juts out into a sad pout at those words, an action that pulls a warm chuckle from deep within Eskel’s chest. He takes pity on Lambert and pulls him impossibly closer to his firm body, rubbing his nose against Lambert’s in a tender gesture. Lambert’s hands come to rest on Eskel’s hips, where he squeezes the soft flesh of his boyfriend’s puppy fat. Gods, but he loves absolutely everything about Eskel.

“Can you close the shop early today and take me home?” Lambert asks, voice barely above a whisper, as he stretches up to capture Eskel’s mouth in a demanding kiss that leaves very little as to which kind of activity Lambert has in mind for their evening together. His hand squeezes Eskel’s hip more firmly, pulling a needy whine from his boyfriend in response.

“Minx,” Eskel growls under his breath, punctuating his statement with a final kiss, “I’ll see what I can do.”

As Eskel walks away, Lambert doesn’t miss the way his boyfriend has to readjust his pants which are now tenting at the front. Lambert leans back against the worktop of Eskel’s baking table, and first undoes the buttons of his suit jacket, then the top three buttons of his shirt. He, unlike Eskel, isn’t trying to hide the visible bulge forming in his far too tight pants, dammit.

“You do what you have to do, sweetheart,” Lambert speaks in a sultry tone, the irritation brought on by a rather shitty start to the day long forgotten when he meets Eskel’s lust-blown eyes, “I’ll be right here, looking like a goddamn snack for you the whole time.”

Eskel curses under his breath, pointedly looking away from Lambert.

“Bastard. You just wait until we get home,” Eskel threatens half-heartedly before leaving the kitchen to empty the showcases and store the pastries in the refrigerators on the main shop floor. Lambert feels positively giddy with anticipation at the thought of how him and Eskel will spend the rest of the evening.

Lambert’s day, in spite of everything, doesn’t seem so shitty in the end, not when he’s got Eskel to come home to.

#the witcher #eskel the witcher #the witcher eskel #eskel #the witcher lambert #lambert the witcher #lambert #lambert x eskel #eskel x lambert #lambert/eskel #eskel/lambert #lambskel #modern AU #baker Eskel #lawyer Lambert #havenwrites #fluff #kiss prompts

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thatsdemko · 4 years

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Do you remember?-A.Turcotte

Requested: yes|no

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A/N: I got inspired by chance the rappers song “do you remember” I wrote this so long ago but I’m glad to finally share it with you all!

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The left hand turn felt natural in his hands being careful letting the wheel slip, making sure the basket of flowers didn’t fall over in his turn. making his way to your house like he did almost any other day as a kid before he moved to Michigan for two years. Your mother was outside in the garden when she saw his car pull into the driveway she couldn’t contain her own excitement seeing the boy you loved.

“Hi, mrs. Y/l/n, is y/n here?” He asked slamming his car door and that was enough to jolt you awake from your nap hearing the extra chatter from outside. going to the window of your bedroom, like you used to as a little girl seeing Alex in the front door you nearly sprinted down the stairs. This was the first time you’d seen him in months.

“Y/n! Be careful!”

“Mama, Alex is here!” You rushed to the front yard not even caring to close the front door jumping into his arms, “you’re home!” You exclaimed into his ear feeling his arms wrap around you tightly the embrace made you feel safe and warm, you missed those arms holding you.

“I am, I’m happy to see you.” He laughed, the FaceTime and text messages were never the same as being in person. Having known that your whole life constantly Skyping Alex while he was at tournaments or being on voice call with him up late when you both weren’t supposed to, it was your moms mistake for letting you have a home phone in your room anyway.

“I brought you this.” He held up the basket, you smiled taking it from him not even having to motion for him to come inside when he just knew to come in.

“Buddy, be nice it’s just Alex.” The words came out naturally when your dog got just as overly excited as you did when Alex came into the house. It had been almost a year since Alex stepped foot into your house and nothing had changed—besides the baby pictures of you and your siblings along with your school pictures turning into your senior pictures.

“Do you want anything?”

“Just you.” He shrugged, it came out effortlessly and you rolled your eyes setting your basket on the kitchen table and Alex pulled out one of the chairs and you sat down next to him, “so are you going to open what I got you or are we going to stare at it?” He asked, you lightly hit his arm tearing off the pink ribbon carefully that held the plastic together, you knew this was his mother’s works considering he could never do this by himself.

You took out the flowers and Alex got up going into your cabinets searching for a vase for the flowers while you continued to pull things out that he had bought you throughout the two years of his time for the development program. He bought you things from Russia, Sweden, Finland, and many other places. They were all key chains or small items that you could place in your room or in your dorm.

“Thank you, Alex.” You smiled giving him a hug running your finger over the small little China cup he had bought you from Sweden. You never got around to traveling to Michigan much to visit. But when you did it wasn’t a lot of meeting Alex’s teammates, it was more you two just being together at the Hughes household or in your hotel room, but whenever you got together it’s like you both never skipped a beat. Nothing felt off or rushed together, it was the steady pace Alex always had.

“Do you think your mom would let me run in the sprinkler?” Alex asked with pleading eyes like he always did. He saw the sprinkler on almost every summer he was over and he always made you ask your mom if he could run through it, then have to explain to his mother why his clothes were all wet and why he was wearing your brothers clothes.

“You’re eighteen years old, really?”

“Yes,” he laughed pulling you into his lap pressing a kiss to your lips, “I missed you so much.”

“I missed you more.” You smiled hearing the front door open and you got up off of Alex’s lap, seeing it was just your mom coming in for a quick second for a drink of water.

“Mom, Alex wants to run through the sprinkler.” You blurted out looking over at her with your pleading eyes to let him like you always did. No matter what you said or did she gave in.

She sighed nodding giving in to the both of you, “Alright, but I don’t think your brothers clothes will fit him anymore.” Your mom left the kitchen on that note leaving the screen door open assuming you both would be outside in a few once you got changed.

“What did you just get me into?”

“Me?” You hovered over his lips pressing a soft kiss to them a couple of times, “I think you did that to yourself.”

“let’s go!” He bolted out of the chair rushing down the small hallway, dodging the dog toys that scattered the floor. you were quick to follow behind him, the screen door closed on you, and he stuck his tongue out at you for a split second before he took off down the stairs and running into the cold sprinkler water.

You rushed down the stairs meeting him in the grass both of you on opposite sides, “is it cold?!”

“Yeah!” He removed his wet shirt that clung against his body throwing it on to the grass waiting for you to run through to join him on the other side.

“Come on! Stop being such a baby!” He taunted, a smirk formed knowing you hated when he called you a baby. He constantly called you that when you were kids and scared to do something unless he pushed you to the edge enough to do it.

You ran through the cold water, closing your eyes you felt Alex’s hands grab your arms, “it’s so cold!” You laughed pressing your body against his, opening your eyes, his arms wrapping around your body feeling safe and warm. You looked up at him feeling the familiar butterflies in your stomach as he held you for that small moment.

“Let’s go again!”

“No!”

—

Your bottom lip quivered, the toy you once were playing with was stolen from your hands by a mean little boy. It was your first day of pre school, your mom told you how much of a big deal this was that you finally fit in. You liked the toys in the play room which made it even more promising to your parents that you would fit just fine. Now you wanted nothing to do with it once the cute brown fluffy bear was stolen from your hands.

“Why are you sad?” A little boy crouched down beside you, he offered his toy to you trying to bring a smile onto your face, “I-I don’t want that one.” You tried your best to push the lump in your throat down that was fitting it’s way up.

“Who stole your toy?”

You shook your head getting up from the carpet moving towards the corner wanting to just be alone, but the boy wasn’t going to give up. He didn’t want you to be sad, “I’m Alex. Do you want to play with me? We can get your toy back!” He came back over to you, he wasn’t giving up on you.

“O-okay.”

“I have a surprise for you.” You heard your bedroom door creak open. You could thank alex for that mess of a door.

you looked back at him in the door way to see his hands were behind his back with something in his hands. “That smile scares me what is it?” You laughed climbing across your bed sitting on the edge waiting for him to reveal what was behind his back, “close your eyes.”

You did so holding your hands out feeling something soft get planted into your hands. You gently squished it before opening your eyes to see a stuffed animal bear in your hands. The exact kind from pre school that Alex was determined to get back for you.

“I got it for you.”

“Babe, I’m a little too old for this?”

“Well I promised you I would get that stuffed animal back for you, and I did. Do you remember?” He sat down beside you brushing your hair over your shoulder looking at the little brown bear in your hands.

“I do remember it.”

“One day our kids can play with it, and I can tell them this story.” His eyes lit up just the thought of the future with you always seemed so promising. There was nobody else in his life he was one hundred percent sure he would be spending the rest of it with besides you.

You rested your head on his shoulder squeezing the bear close to your chest, “it’s the exact same one too, how did you find this?” You held it out to yourself looking at the little black beads for eyes reflecting Alex’s big grin in them.

“I did a lot of searching and finding, literally every country and state I looked for one until I got back here and voila.”

You both were silent for a couple of moments, “what do you think our future would be like?” You asked softly, his hand gently rested onto your thigh pulling you closer to him.

He wrapped his arms around you, his head resting on top of yours, “we get married, have a kid or two, buy a small house just for the three or four of us nothing excessive, you get the dream job you’ve always wanted, and we live a good life. Why? Do you imagine it something different?”

You shook your head closing your eyes, a small content smile on your lips, “I like that future for us. As long as I have you that’s all that matters.”

“You will always have me.”

#alex turcotte #a.turcotte #los angeles kings #hockey imagines #hockey

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scriptaed · 5 years

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i’m not your daddy;

genre: fluff and... just fluff; dad!yoongi; parent!au; yes, crack!erin is back;

pairing: yoongi x reader;

length: 2.5k; (i keep lying to myself that these are drabbles)

synopsis: learning that his daughter no longer wishes to wed him but rather his now-arch-enemy jungkook marks the most soul-crushing day your husband has ever had to endure. no one, and he means no one, is more deserving of his angel than daddy min himself, and he’s willing to do anything to earn his daughter’s heart back.

Daddy; it could mean two completely different things in two very polarizing worlds. The walls of the bedroom have borne witness to the sultry one, and the daughter born as a blessing reminder of the fiery nights persists to chant the beloved title, for there could never be another man she loves more than her father. Your husband, formerly known as your daddy in the sheets, never coveted for a child like the way you did with such passion on each prospective night of conceiving; yet, when you watch him gently cuddle his minion in his lap, tender eyes softening as he plays along to his clone’s daily antics, the whole universe can tell: only she could be daddy’s little girl.

“Do you want—” the four year old stumbles over her words “—tea, mummy?”

“No, but thank you very much dear,” you chime, nodding a head at the man behind her. “Why don’t you ask daddy if he wants a cup?”

Juria’s doe-like eyes sparkle at the mention of her father as she attempts to crane her neck only to plummet into the soft embrace of Yoongi’s lap. From down below, she peers up to meet the quizzical gaze of her father’s.

“And daddy?” she laughs over whatever inside joke all four year olds seem to telekinetically share.

“Hm?” he hums while ever so slightly bouncing his knees in a fruitful method to entertain the child.

“I ask if you—” the mixture of her giggles melting in the low chuckles of his renders your heart fluttering “—want some tea, daddy? Mummy says to spill you some tea.”

“Oh? Spill?” Yoongi quirks his head, shooting a less than surprised glimpse at you. Unfazed by his glare, you only shrug with a mischievous, pressed grin adorning your lips. Your husband rolls his eyes and returns to where his beloved awaits, “it’s pour, Juria, pour some tea.”

“But mummy says spill.”

“I swear to God, Y/N,” Yoongi turns to mutter at you under his breath, “if I see a mini me running around and spewing the shit that teens say nowadays—”

“—shit…?”

The entire room grows silent, Yoongi visibly filled with tension at the consequences of his own vital mistake. The child simply darts her pristine eyes between her parents—better known as sinners, unbeknownst to the child of God. Completely out of the loop yet entertained, she watches your struggle to keep your lips from quivering in the wakes of an erupting cackle. Yoongi, on the other hand, stares at you with those seemingly apathetic glare of his, but you know your husband better than anyone—he’s petrified to the very gut and you can’t help but smirk at the bullets he’s sweating.

“Shit...take mushrooms!” Yoongi exclaims louder than necessary. “Mommy forgot to cook the… mushrooms.”

“So what’s the tea for, Juria?” you ask, laughing after having noticed Yoongi’s slump of relief.

Your child’s pigtails bob as she “spills” imaginary tea into her cup for Kookie, her favorite stuffed bunny, “wedding.”

“Wedding?” Yoongi practically smiles into his words, eyes lighting up like stars in the dark night sky. Here we go, for the hundredth time… “Is it daddy and Juria’s wedding?”

Yoongi had always suggested having a baby boy if you were so adamant on having children… as if you could choose. According to him, he would be too awkward of a dad to a girl, he doesn’t know how to dress a girl, and he wouldn’t be able to be himself around a girl; but here he is, completely smitten head over heels after that fateful night where his daughter had proclaimed her father’s hand in marriage.

“No—” your lips fall agape in shock and his in absolute horror “—Juria is marrying Jungkook oppa.”

“Jungkook?” Yoongi repeats, aghast by her adamant nods. “Jungkook? Not daddy? Are you sure?”

This moment had always been bound to happen someday. The both of you knew it. Her love for her father had been adorably misconstrued in modern times and the boys and you had ran off with it as an ongoing gag; even so, your heart sinks at the ear-piercing shatters belonging to that of Yoongi’s

“Well, Juria,” you interject when Yoongi simply stares at his child, blinking blankly, “you need our permission for your wedding. You can’t just marry anyone—”

“—yeah, no,” Yoongi jolts back to reality, shaking his head with his seemingly chilled composure.

“Why?!” your child whimpers but Yoongi persists cooly.

“Jungkook is too handsome. You’ll be competing against too many girls.”

“Uh…” you panic at the flush that arises in Juria’s cheeks and clashes with Yoongi’s lack of awareness. “How about… Taehyung?”

“Too out there, too handsome,” he shakes his head again. “Have you seen him and Jungkook together?”

This time, your daughter has her own suggestion. “Namjoon oppa!”

“Way too philosophical,” he ignores the limited vocabulary of his child. “You won’t understand him.”

“Hoseok oppa?”

“He dances too much. He’ll sleep at work and forget about you. Worst of all, he stinks of sweat. You don’t want a stinky husband, do you?”

You’re baffled by your husband’s brainwashing activities when Juria quickly shakes her head. “Oh, Jimin oppa! He’s is my faaaavorite—”

“—he’s taken.”

“By who…?” you narrow your eyes at him.

“By… work. Jimin is too dedicated to work. He’s practically married to it.”

“How about Jin?” you say through gritted teeth, shooting him death glares that he bats away at the speed of light. “He can cook for her.”

“Yeah, he can cook,” he deadpans, “and then he’ll keep cooking and cooking and feeding her until her stomach explodes.”

“Explode…?” Juria repeats quizzically.

“Boooooom,” Yoongi drawls with his stoic gaze meeting that of his daughter’s own horrified ones. He then bursts into a gummy smile, “but daddy won’t ever do that to you. Daddy will feed you just right, take care of you when you are sick, and buy you pretty clothes for our wedding. Doesn’t that sound nice, Juria?”

The baby nods happily, a carbon copy of the father whomst takes pride in his evildoing. How nice it must be to have the short term memory of a child.

“Alright, I think it’s time for bed, Juria,” you unfold your legs and hold out a hand for Juria’s, which she sleepily takes after a drawn out yawn.

Walking down the halls of your apartment, hand-hand, you shoot a death glare at the man who smirks at you with a shrug. After what seemed to be an eternity, because your child has unfortunately planned out the entire 7 days long wedding and felt the need to make the two of you very aware of her lavish plans, you drag a gummy-smiling Yoongi into the living room.

“What was that all about?”

“What was ‘what’ all about?”

“You know what I mean,” you hiss, careful not to wake the child and her lengthy itinerary, “why are you ruining her image of the boys?”

“Technically, I’m not ruining their image because they’re partially true,” he quips.

“C’mon, you know my heart hurts too. I know she’s your baby girl, but she’s growing up. At some point, you’re gonna have to tell her she can’t marry her own dad.”

“I know, I know,” he nods, eyes lidded and lips pursed.

You groan, “that look tells me you don’t know.”

“It doesn’t have to be now,” Yoongi retorts with a sigh, “but why does it have to be Jungkook of all people?”

“What do you mean ‘of all people?’” you frown at your husband’s expression, completely absent and preoccupied by whatever he must be conjuring up in that mind of his. “Yoongi, you should be glad it’s someone as great as Jungkook.”

Yoongi mumbles to himself, “what does Jungkook have that I don’t…?”

“Well, for one, he listens.”

“This won’t do… this won’t do,” he incessantly mutters, brushing past you as he shuffles into your shared bedroom.

“Even after Juria grows up, you’ll still have me to call you daddy!” you burst out into laughter when he ignores your advances. “Yoongi! You said you would be fine!”

“I will be! I mean, I am. I don’t care if she doesn’t want to marry me...” he waves you off with his back on you before returning to his mumbling. “This won’t do…”

“This is absolutely ridiculous and I hope you know it even through that thick head of yours.”

“You have a thick head and so does Juria. I guess I just love thick heads,” Yoongi’s whispers are muffled by the oversized black cape draping over his miniscule frame.

With his camouflage denim jacket and, black beanie, golden aviators, and silver chain of an earring dangling from his left ear, you ogle him up and down. “Wow, I don’t think you’ve ever dressed up so much like this since our last date.”

“Yeah?” he quirks a brow, clearly checking himself out in the bathroom floor-length mirror. “You think Juria will fall for it?”

“I don’t know about falling for it,” you chuckle. “I really don’t get why you’re doing this. The boys are laughing their ass off over this, too, you know?”

“They can laugh all they want. I have to protect my daughter from men like them,” Yoongi mutters, fixing his slightly askew beanie. A boisterous eruption of laughter echoes from the living room and you join along when you notice Yoongi registering the giggles belonging to his daughter. He hastily begins pushing you out of the door, “c’mon, Y/N, do exactly as I told you!”

“You’re overreacting, geez, okay, okay...” your cackles come to an abrupt halt when you emerge from the bathroom and into the living room, all seven pairs of eyes landing on you. The boys immediately begin snickering when the light hits you and the animated wingwoman buried somewhere deep within you sees the day of light, ultimately, signalling showtime. “Juria! Are you having fun with your uncles?”

The child throws her hands in the air and exclaims, “yes! More better than fun!”

“Well…” you take a deep breath and persevere, “did you know there’s one more uncle you haven’t met yet?”

“Yeah!” Hoseok cheers.

“He’s very handsome,” Namjoon emphasizes.

“Not as handsome as me, though,” Jin interjects with a raised finger.

“He’s as sweet as bees!”

Everyone pauses to throw a confused glance at Taehyung’s direction.

“What does that even mean?” Jimin manages to ask in between his giggles.

“You know, sweet because bees make… honey…” he insists as if it’s a matter of fact, “and honey is sweet…”

“Ah, now I see,” everyone nods in agreement as you kneel to meet Juria’s sparkling gaze at the news. “Do you want to see this uncle?”

“Yes! Yes! Yes!” she jumps up and down.

“Alright!” you clap your hands and stand upright once again. “Drum roll please…!”

The boys begin cracking up but start stomping the floor and thudding the table with vibrations filling every being in this apartment nonetheless. You can’t help but grin at the rowdiness the boys never cease to bring along to the apartment. Today is not an exception, for it’s an especially lively moment you’re sure to cherish for many years to come.

“Please welcome… Uncle Min!”

Chest-thumping hollers and whistles ensue the second a pair of Timberlands steps into the light and the mysterious black cape graces along the floor following the silhouette of the heart-throbbing uncle. Everyone except Juria double over in laughter, hands slamming the tabletop and lungs desperately heaving for air. If it weren’t for the shades on Yoongi, you’re dead sure he would’ve been attacking you all with the piercing glare of his. The Yoongi who stands before you at this moment, however, could not risk exposing his glorious persona.

“H—” Yoongi cuts himself off to raise his pitch “—hi, Juria. You’re even prettier than your dad told me!”

The boys snort at his remark, but Yoongi proceeds to nod his head at you in accordance to the plan.

“So… what do you think, Juria?” you squat next to your daughter. Narrowed gaze darting to Yoongi’s, you clear your throat and read exactly as the script had entailed. “If you were to marry one person in this room, who would you choose?”

Juria stands there, completely confused by the presence of her dad whom had supposedly switched his name to Uncle Min. She senses are much more acute to her father than the rest of you were. She’s cuddled in his lap enough times before to recognize his scent and she’s watched him stroll past the hallway in that lazy yet cool demeanor of the father she so admires. What exactly does this whole situation mean? She’s much smarter than you all had mistaken her to be, but she’s clearly still too young to understand the purpose of this Saturday night.

Without hesitation, Juria turns toward Jungkook with a giddy smile plastered across her face and you could feel the panic that spikes from everyone who flinches in fear of the wrath that is Min Yoongi. Eyes flitting to Yoongi, your heart aches at the crestfallen look on the father’s face.

“Me?” Jungkook’s widened stares seek help from you and the boys.

If there’s anything the past four years have taught you, it’s how to be a mother who could always think on her feet and bring tranquility to a family of a chaotic child and a kidlike husband. Reaching out a gentle hand to your daughter, you leaned in to whisper into her ear, “Juria, go give daddy a hug.”

Whether she had forgotten Jungkook and the entire question or whether she had actually understood the reasoning behind your beckoning, you’re still surprised by the bobs of her head as she whirls around and starts running over to her father. She bolts with such eagerness that she nearly falls, but not before her father, who reaches out to her with arms wide open and a gummy smile to welcome her with, tosses her into the air and into his embrace with ease.

The father rocks his daughter in his arms and it would be impossible for you not to join the boys in their coos of “aw’s.” You can tell how content the father is at the facade of his falsely successful mission judging from the plentiful kisses he plants on her cheeks and how he shares his gaze with no one else but her. You can’t help but smile, that is, until…

“I choose you, daddy!”

The boys’ laughters transition into ones of nerves when Yoongi lowers his shades and peers at you with the epiphany that had just dawned upon him. He had figured you out and how he would soon claim to be a perfect yet ruined mission. You gulp at the dark, menacing orbs of his that you’re sure you would be drowning into as you scream those oh-so-familiar words in a manner that no one but he could ever hear; but for now, the father gleefully returns to the giggles of his daughter…

...because no one could flutter his heart akin to the way that daddy’s little girl does.

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bitter-sweet-farmgirl · 3 years

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Modern Writing Prompts

This is just a compiled list of prompts I’ve collected from Pinterest and other random places, but really only work in modern contexts. I have other prompt lists that get more specific or more vague as well. If you want to use one in a request to me, just use the following ‘Character Name and Prompt No. 35 from the Modern Prompt list’ for example + some details if you’d like.

There’s quite a bit on this list, so be wary.... I mean, it’s only like 130 prompts... Also, I did not organize it.

Key:

‘*’ Denotes something that could be used as dialogue.

[*] Denotes a swear word that I removed.

"If I was your boyfriend, I'd pepper you with kisses and spoil you so bad."

"My family thinks we're dating."

"It wasn't meant to go this far, I swear."

"You were ready to leave me for her."

"There is no us. There never was."

"Don't leave me. Don't you dare leave me."

"You know for a [*] fact that wasn't supposed to happen."

"Sort yourself out first."

"Leave. Before we wake up regretting what we've done."

"All he ever did was use you? Why can't you see that?"

"You think this will make me stay?"

"You thought this was real?"

"My mum asked about you again."

"He already knows."

"Can you please come and get me?"

"I'm at the hospital."

"I don't know where I am, help me."

OTP on a hammock together. Person B is asleep on Person A's chest while Person A keeps one foot on the floor so they can rock the hammock in hopes of Person B remaining asleep.

"It's three in the morning."

"You're my regret."

Take me laser-tagging and then push me into a corner and kiss me. Then shoot me and walk away.

"Smiles are contagious." "Don't worry, I'm vaccinated."

"Did it hurt?" *Rolls eyes "Let me guess, when I fell from Heaven?" "No." "What?" "When you fell for me." *Grins*

"So... What's our plan for tonight?" "We do not have a plan--" "Well, let's make one." "--I have my own plans that don't include you." "I thought we were a team!" "We are. Which is why I need a break." "You need a break from me?" "Yes... So I'll still like you in the morning." "Wow. I'm that bad, huh?"

Which person of your OTP furiously does push-ups while the other sits on their back and reads a magazine.

He found her sobbing in the stairwell at work.

As teenagers, a boy and a girl agree to marry if neither have by their 35th birthday. Follow the boy as he attempts to sabotage every relationship the girl has till then.

"I don't care where I'm sleeping as long as it's with you."

As she walked towards the exit of her favourite coffee shop, she glanced down at her cup. "You're beautiful." Was written in place of her name. She glanced back and their eyes met.

She opened her apartment door to hundreds of roses. She knew they were from him;

he'd found her.

"I've had a rough day and honestly all I want right now is a drink and someone to cuddle with."

"No, you can't get up! You're my prisoner for today."

"Shh... It was just a bad dream. Just a dream, okay? None of it was real."

"You. Cuddle. Me. Now."

"Baby, you'll never know me."

"I don't give a damn." "You give so many damns they're visible from SPACE."

She gripped the rim of the porcelain sink and tried to steady her hands. "One last time." She whispered to herself. One. Last. Time.

"Keep looking at me like that," he warned, leaning casually on into the counter and sipping his coffee. "And see what happens."

She looked up at him, tears filling her already swollen eyes. "But why? Why would you love me?" He tightened his grip, pulling her more snugly into his embrace. "Because you bug me, weirdo. Duh."

"Just relax, I'll wash your hair for you."

"I'm not going to stop poking you until you give me some attention."

"Are you wearing my shirt?"

"You are ridiculously comfortable..."

"You know how to unlock handcuffs with a paperclip? Teach me!" "Absolutely not."

"I've never been so scared in my life." "It was a bubble..."

He was leaning against the wall trying to support his own bodyweight, and his gasps of pain were like music to her ears.

Your date drops you off. A few minutes later they return to your door sopping wet from the storm because their car broke down.

The phone rings. The voice on the other end says, "We need you again." Then hangs up.

A boy and a girl were part of the same team for their high school sports camp. The girl had a crush on him for a very long time, but was not sure how to say it to him. In spite of that she mustered some courage and casually said, "hey... You know what?" "What?" "You have the prettiest smile I have ever seen." The boy's eyes glittered and he replied, "you know what?" "What?" "That smile exists only because of you!"

"Did you get my note?" "Of course I got it. You taped it to my forehead while I was sleeping."

"It's not my birthday." "It's definitely your birthday." "Give me a calendar. It's not and I will prove it to--Oh. Never mind. Happy birthday to me."

As she stepped on the train, I fought ever urge to climb on after her.

"C'mere, you can sit on my lap until I'm done working."

"Just pretend to be my date."

"Handsome, broken, and a mistake from the beginning. Are you sure you're comfortable with this?"

"Are you decent?" "Not morally, but I'm wearing pants if that's what you're asking."

He was bad. He smoked, he broke the law, he drove too fast for his own good. He

didn't care because nobody taught him how to. But when it came to her, he wanted to be the best man. He couldn't bare the thought of her being hurt by him... Or anyone else. He would kill to protect her, the girl who cared about someone as worthless as him in all her perfection.

"I want to take a shower, so you should probably join me. It'll save water."

"It's midnight! Where the hell were you?"

"What the hell is your problem?"

"I might have slept with your [clothing article] when you were gone."

"No one has to know about us, I know this could ruin you."

"Are you really gonna leave without asking me the question you've been dying to ask me?"

"You said I'd get to have you all weekend. Why can't you just tell them you can't go?" "Because it's my job and it's important." "And I'm not?"

"You can call me whenever you want... Even if you don't have a reason to."

"I'm bad at texting first, so I always end up hoping you will."

"This movie is really scary, but you're into it so I'm trying not to cover my face the whole time, but--WHAT IS THAT?!"

"Wait, don't pull away... Not yet."

"You look really cute in that sweater."

"No, like... It's just, I can't believe you're actually wearing my clothes."

"You know I hear you talking, but I still don't have my coffee."

"Did you think I really cared about you?"

"It's too late to go back."

"I'm sorry this had to go down like this."

"That's right, I lied."

"Just so you know... I don't regret anything."

"You will no longer love me if you see who I truly am."

"But I did all this for you...?"

Person A wins a big stuffed animal for Person B at an amusement park and offers to carry it for them. Person B says they'll carry it themself, and carries it around smuggly.

While on a date, Person A very shyly touches Person B's hand and Person B reassuringly (and tightly) holds Person A's hand.

"Please get home safely."

"I've got you, baby."

"Man, I can't pay attention to anything else but you."

"Baby, I'm right here. Shh.. I'm here."

Person A: *does something stupid* Person B: "....Why are you like this?" Person A: "Aww, come on! You know you love me!" Person B: "...Where did you get that idea?" *Joking* *Silence* Person A: *Sniffles* Person B "WAIT I'M SORRY I DIDN'T MEAN IT, I LOVE YOU!"

She was the broken and battered girl who longed to be loved. He was the misunderstood boy who only wanted to love. She had never paid him any attention until today, when she bumped into him at her locker, causing everyone to stop and stare.

"I'm coming to get you, stay there."

"Are you safe?" "I don't know."

"Can I at least buy you a coffee? For old times sake?"

"Don't talk to me. It's 6 AM and I haven't had coffee yet, so anything I do or say cannot be held against me."

"Dude, that jacket is mine, give it back!"

"YOU USED MY TOWEL?!"

"They're going to love you, don't worry!"

"Stop hogging all the blankets!"

"Wait, when did I take off my clothes?"

"I'm fully convinced you never graduated kindergarten."

"You have no idea how to make toast?!"

"I haven't showered in four days."

"You're more zombie than human."

"I can't believe I got the first date, let alone a year."

"Wanna, like--I mean if you're not busy... We could get lunch? Or even just coffee if you don't have a lot of time."

"So I was driving past a pet store and I couldn't help but wonder how cute an animal would be in our home."

"It's midnight! Where the hell were you?"

"I wish I had a camera."

He/She crashed through the doors of the police station and slammed his/her hands against the steal counter. "Give me back my wife/husband!"

The rain came down in heavy sheets. He pulled his soaked [type of hat] down to protect his eyes and moved forward. Where was she? Would he find her in time? A darp shape against the bridge railing caught his eye when the lightning flashed. He rushed forward and grabbed her arm, spinning her around to face him. He couldn't tell for the rain if she was crying or not, droplets streamed down her face. Her mouth opened to let out a cry, but when she saw it was him, she pleaded with her eyes. He only nodded and put his arm around her. He'd protect her.

"It's me! It's me! Calm down, baby, please."

"Is the movie too scary? I can stop it if you want and we could watch something else."

"Watch, this is the best part!"

I chose that part in the play only so that I could kiss her. I hadn't thought about the acting pact, the prancing onstage before a packed audience, or about the make up. All I wanted was to finally touch her face, kiss those lips, have my moment, even if that was all I ever had.

It's not like she meant to trip and spill coffee all over him. It was just the way of her people.

I woke up, to find a boy's arms wrapped tightly around my waist. "What are you doing here? I thought I told you to sleep on the couch!" I was in disbelief. I pried his hands off me and it was only then that he stirred. "Huh? Oh. I um.... You had a nightmare." He face was suddenly serious. "Who's [guy name]?"

Person A and Person B share an apartment but have separate rooms. Person B has a nightmare one night and is really rattled by it. They get out of bed and walk down the hallway to knock on Person A's door. The door is already open and Person B walks into the room silently. They go up to Person A's bed to find that they're already awake. Person B tells Person A that they had a nightmare. Person A scoots over in the bed and lets Person B curl up with them and they fall asleep together.

Person A and Person B are in the kitchen. Person A is short while Person B is slightly taller. Person A: *Struggles to retrieve items from top shelf* Person B: "Do you need me to get it for you?" Person A: *Gasps* "How dare you insult the vertically challenged!" Person B: *Laughs* "Okay then..." Person A: (Moments later) *Defeated sigh* "Help meeeee...."

Person A: *Completely serious* "I have to get something off my chest." Person B: *Fingers crossed* "I hope it's your shirt, please..."

Person A is noticeably disheveled as they enter the room. "Sorry I'm late, I was doing stuff." Person B, also disheveled and grinning smugly follows behind. "I'm stuff."

Person A has an online business meeting with someone important who lives across the world so they have to stay up late for the meeting. Person B doesn't want to leave Person A alone so they grab a pillow and lay in Person A's lap as they attend their meeting. Bonus points if Person B accidentally smacks Person A in the face in their sleep and everyone laughs and calls them cute.

Imagine you've been stood up by your boyfriend on date night and the waitress keeps asking if you're ready to order, but you keep asking for more time, hoping he's just late. People are starting to look at you with those apologetic looks like they know and you start to feel worse and worse about the whole situation, but just as you get up to leave, this boy you've never seen before sits down explaining loudly, "sorry I'm so late, Babe. Traffic is crazy right now." And he quietly adds, "I'm [NAME]. Just go with it, yeah? Whoever didn't bother to show up is a jerk." And you do go with it because he's being sweet and trying to save you, (plus he's super cute), and as you're leaving the restaurant after the best non-planned date ever, he asks you out for real this time.

"That has got to be the lamest pick up line in existence." "Don't worry that's just Plan A." "So what's Plan B?" "To take you hostage."

"I love you from the bottom of my heart, but I don't trust your cooking. Stay out of my kitchen."

Person B dancing around their home, headphones in, eyes closed, singing as loudly as they please to their favourite song while Person A stands in the doorway watching their oblivious partner with a loving smile on their face.

Person A walked into the house, threw their bag on a chair and laid down on the carpet with an air of defeat. Person B walked in a few hours later, saw Person A on the ground and set to work. They picked up a few blankets and a couple of pillows. Then Person B walked over to Person A, laid everything out, and proceeded to lay down with Person A. Person A slowly curled up to Person B and fell into a restful sleep. Five hours later, they're still there, just soaking in each other's presence.

Person A was sitting up in bed, headphones on and staring intensely at their Ipad

screen, which flickered brightly in the dim room. Person B rolled over and slowly sat up, glancing at the clock and seeing it was well past 2 AM. Person B leaned up against Person A, eyes still closed and asked why Person A was still up. Person A popped out an earbud and quickly [states reason] and then turned their attention back to the screen. Person B yawned loudly, grabbed the device and tossed it off the bed. Right before Person A could protest, Person B curled an arm around them and forced Person A to lay down. Person A fell asleep within minutes, tucked securely within Person B's arms.

Imagine your OTP getting ready for bed, and Person A is sitting on the bed. Person B tries to sneak up on them with a hug or a kiss, but Person A has quick reflexes and thinks they're being attacked. So they accidentally hit Person B in the face and they fall back onto the bed. Person A quickly realizes who it was then and keeps saying sorry really fast and hugs them and kisses where it hurts.

Person A has finals coming up and Person B has already finished theirs. Person A is stressed over the finals and breaks down one night lamenting their ability to do anything right. Person B calmly picks them up, brings them to bed and cuddles with them, cooing to them and telling them all the wonderful things Person B loves about Person A.

Imagine Person A walking into the kitchen, only to find Person B in tears. Person A immediately rushes over to Person B's side, fretting over them, consoling, and asking what happened. Surprised, Person B explains they were simply cutting onions.

Person A is baking cookies and has to split their attention between watching the timer and fighting off Person B, who keeps trying to steal cookie dough from the bowl.

Imagine your OTP making out on a couch, but then one of them accidentally rolls off and the other is either frantically asking if they're okay, or laughing their head off.

Imagine your OTP ice skating and one of them falls. The other tries to help them up but they lose their balance and fall on top of the other.

You were studying for your exams in a few weeks, your boyfriend was sitting opposite you, simply staring. You couldn't concentrate and were getting frustrated. "Stop it!" You yelled, slamming your pencil on your book. "Stop what?" He asks, smiling innocently up at you. "Stop staring, stop making me want you, stop making me feel--argh just st--" He shut you up, placing his soft lips on yours, letting all the stress wear out. "Stop stressing babe, it won't do you any good." He mumbled, placing his forehead onto yours. "Come here." He insisted, patting his lap. You happily accepted, moving over to him and plunking yourself down. He wrapped his arms around you and you rested your head on his chest, hearing his heart beat. "That's enough studying for today, babe. You'll ace that test, okay?" He kissed your forehead, rubbing your arms. You nodded and rested in his arms, feeling safe and sound.

What if he held you tightly in his arms as you lay on his chest, drifting into sleep by the sound of his steady heartbeat. Feeling the slight vibration of his lungs as he hummed softly. His hands brushing lightly in your hair as his lips pressed against the top of your head, but stayed there for awhile. Then he let out a faint sigh, taking his lips away, seeming to be deep in thought.

You shift around in bed, trying to find a comfortable position. No success. You hear your boyfriend stretching. "Can't sleep, babe?" He asks, letting out a sleepy sigh.

"Come here," he whispers. You move over to him and he snakes an arm around your waist and wraps his leg around yours as you rest your head on his bare chest.

As you lay in bed alone, struggling with reaching sleep, you toss and turn before huffing out in annoyance at still being awake. A small fraction of light creeps into your room until the door closes and the edge of your bed dips down underneath his weight. He carefully climbs under the covers, reaching an arm out for you, pulling you closer to his body with your back to his front. "You can sleep now, baby. I'm home. I love you." He gently whispers in your ear, lightly kissing your cheek then laying his head on the pillow next to you to fall into a dream-filled sleep of your boy being home.

#angst #writing prompts #modern writing prompts #prompts #modern #prompt list #fluff #drama #sadness

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theeasternempress · 4 years

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Baby’s First Stuffed Animal

Chapter One of “All in One Day”

There are going to be four total “Baby’s First”s in this part, which is different from what I’ve done before.

Summary - A stop at a local market gives Din and his son something that money can’t buy.

AO3

Just like every morning since they left Nevarro after their final fight, Din woke up calmly without jolting awake like he used to. The time Din was spending with his son had left him the happiest and most relaxed he had been in decades. The baby was still sleeping in Din’s lap, snoring softly. Looking out the windows of the cockpit, Din saw that the snowstorm from yesterday had ended and a blanket of snow had fallen across the ground. It was only a few inches, so it wouldn’t cause any problems for their trek to the market. The early morning sun reflected against the ground, highlighting certain spots to make them appear as if they were glowing.

Din preferred going to markets early in the morning because there would be less people and he would draw less eyes. The child was still asleep, so Din tucked him into his bassinet and began the walk to the market with the bassinet floating at his side. The child would wake soon and would cry if he saw that his father was not near. Din also wanted to buy the child some new toys and clothes and wanted the child’s approval before he bought them.

The snow crunching under Din’s boots was the only sound of the early morning in the market town. The few people awake at this hour were either merchants or other people who wanted to shop without the presence of large crowds. Din wanted to stock up on supplies for at least another month, but he also wanted to buy some street food for the child and himself as a special treat. The child loved any kind of meat that Din provided for him, so he was sure that he would find something from a street vendor that the child would gobble up.

The first stall that Din came across sold portions of veg-meat and polystarch bread, of which Din bought many. They also sold dried fruit, which contained many of the same nutrients as regular fruit but didn’t go bad as fast, so Din traded credits for those as well.

Moving on, Din heard soft babbles from the bassinet on his right and looked over to see that the child was awake and staring at him. Din reached out to affectionately stroke one of his son’s ears and the child sighed sweetly in response.

The next few stalls had nothing that Din was interested in, but he could see that the child was absorbing everything he saw with curious eyes. Din eventually found a stall that sold clothes and found a set of pants and shirt that would fit the child. As Din reached into his pocket to pay, the vendor, who had just finished with another customer, asked, “Is that your child?” as she pointed to the bassinet at Din’s side. The child was peeking his head out and staring at the clothes in front of him with wide eyes.

Din responded with a quick, “Yes,” before dropping a few credits into the vendor’s open palm.

“If you are looking for supplies for a child, there’s an old woman named Eila a few stalls over that sell things for children.” The vendor said, pointing Din in the direction of said stall. Din nodded and began his way over to said stall. Even from a distance, the stand stood out to him because of the colorful toys on display. The child must have noticed as well because he began to coo excitedly.

A woman with grey hair, whom Din presumed to be Eila, noticed him making his way to her stall and smiled at him with a, “Welcome, Mandalorian. What can I help you with?”

Din nodded at her and said, “I’m looking for some toys for my son.” As Din finished his sentence, the child reached out of his bassinet and grabbed the table, using it as leverage to pull himself out. Din instantly reached out to grab him and pull him to his chest, but Eila only laughed.

“It seems he is excited for some new toys,” she said with amusement in her voice. The child was reaching above his head with grabby hands, clearly seeing something he wanted. Din looked to see what it was and saw that it was a stuffed animal in the shape of a mythosaur. Its face looked almost identical to the pendant that the child refused to part from, which was probably why he was drawn to it. There was only one problem; the stuffed mythosaur was at least three times the size of the baby. If he kept it in his bassinet, which he was bound to do, it would easily engulf him with its size.

Eila laughed again and said, “He likes the mythosaur. I admit that I’ve been trying to sell that for a while, and no better client than a Mandalorian’s child. Would you like to have it?”

“Yes, please. How much do I owe you?” Din asked, putting the baby back in his bassinet.

Eila shook her head as she pulled the mythosaur down and placed it in Din’s hands, “You can have it free of charge. I haven’t seen a child this cute be this excited over a toy in a long time.”

Surprised by her kindness, Din only managed to say, “Thank you.”

Seeing the toy he so desperately wanted in his father’s hands, the child reached out of his bassinet and grabbed at the toy while whimpering. Quick to stop any possible crying, Din placed the mythosaur into the child’s outstretched arms. He quickly disappeared behind the huge toy, but Din saw him wrap his arms around it and snuggle into it.

“May I ask you a question?” the vendor whispered, pulling Din from the moment he was having with his son. He nodded, knowing she was probably going to ask him a question about his culture.

“Do you remove your armor to hold him?” she asked unexpectedly. Din had never thought to do so as the child seemed perfectly content whenever Din held him.

“No, I do not,” Din replied.

Eila nodded and expressed, “Babies form better bonds when they can feel the warmth of their parent’s skin. I understand that you are a Mandalorian, but surely you are able to take a private moment to remove your armor to hold the little one. Skin-to-skin contact is necessary for proper development in children and while I know nothing of his species, I’m sure it would only help him.”

Din wasn’t sure what to say back. He wanted to be the best possible father to his son, so would that mean removing the armor that was meant to protect himself and his son? It would not be against the Creed to remove his armor to hold his son, so why did the idea of doing so scare Din so much?

“I’ll think about it,” was Din’s response. For most, such a phrase has a “no” hidden behind it, but Din is someone who chooses his words carefully to ensure the meaning behind them. The woman smiled and replied, “I understand. May I recommend some other things for you to take home with you for your little one?”

In the end, Din walked away with several illustrated children’s books, a music box, some art supplies and paper, and two more sets of clothes for the child. Din also purchased two meat kebabs from a vendor as breakfast for himself and the child. Happy with his purchases for the day, Din began to make his way back to the Razor Crest. The child was still happily snuggled into the belly of his new toy, grasping it tightly as if he never wanted to let go.

Once back on the Razor Crest, Din began to put his purchases away while the child ran around the ship, dragging the mythosaur behind him by its tail and giggling loudly. Din couldn’t help but smile at the happy image of his tiny baby dragging his huge toy behind him. Din’s thoughts brought him back to the words of Eila and he sighed deeply. As he watched his son run in a circle with the mythosaur at his heels, he was reminded of the fact that he would sacrifice everything for this child. He had already risked his career and life for his son, now he would sacrifice his armor.

Din began the process of removing his chest and shoulder plates while continuing to watch his child playing. After running in a circle for so long, the child became dizzy and tired, plopping onto the ground and breathing heavily. Din reached down to pick up his son, who was more than happy to be held. Pressing him to his chest, Din heard the child sigh at being able to feel the warmth of Din’s chest. He brought his little hands up to grasp at his shirt and rested another hand over Din’s heart.

The affection and love of the moment brought a flow of unstoppable words from Din’s mouth, “Listen, little one, I’ve never really had another person to spend my time with so I’m not really good with my words or actions. I … I want to be a good dad to you, but I’m not sure how to do that. No matter what, I promise you that I’m always going to take care of you, protect you, and keep you happy. You make me very happy and if you’re even half as happy in my company as I am in yours, then I think I’ve succeeded.”

As Din continued to feel his son against his chest for the first time, the words just continued to spill from his mouth. He told his son of his own parents and how they sacrificed themselves for him and that Din was prepared to do the same for his child. He told him how the foundlings were highly valued among Mandalorians and that family was extremely important to them. How to be a Mandalorian was to be prepared to lay your life down for your family at any time.

“You are my ad, my son, and I am your buir, your father. I will protect you always and I will love you always,” Din finished, leaning down to press his forehead to the top of his child’s head. The baby cooed and Din leaned back up to look at his son. The baby grabbed the fabric near his shoulders to pull himself up in order to wrap his arms around Din’s neck in a hug. Din sighed and embraced his son, grateful to the wise old woman who had helped him bond with his baby.

#The Mandalorian #Star Wars #Din Djarin #Baby Yoda #Fluff #Din loves his baby boy #Baby Yoda loves his dad #Baby's First series #my writing

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pbandjesse · 3 years

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Today was a lovely day. Just a really nice time. I did not sleep good but I still felt good!

I am just feeling like Im not getting enough air when I sleep. I woke up a few times because my nose was so stuffed up and crusty. And I somehow bit through my grind guard so thats great! Thankfully I have a backup. But I am going to have to figure out why Im getting so stuffy. Its annoying and I want to be able to breath normal!

So I slept until almost 10 again. James had already left for work. I sort of remember him saying goodbye but its foggy. I woke up feeling like I was forgetting something. And even now I dont know what it could have been. It wasnt a nice feeling. I thought maybe it was texting my mom about christmas. So I did that but it didnt help my weird feeling.

But I did have a nice day. I spent the morning cleaning up my animal crossing island. I knew my friend Devin would come visit tonight, since they couldnt last night, and I wanted it to be perfect. I fixed up a few spots that were missing things and just made it ready for company. I had my breakfast and it was just nice.

I wore my christmas dress today. Its very soft and flowy and I like it a lot. I did wear it backwards though because the actual neckline is just so high. But because its so big on me it feels just fine turned around. I will probably wear it with a belt on actual christmas but today it was just cozy.

After I ate I decided to head out. I wanted to get as much christmas shopping done today as possible. And I am pleased to report I am basically done! I want to maybe pick up one or two more things. But I am happy with what I did get.

I went to savers first. I got fuzzy fabrics and some glasswears. I also got a little christmas music box thing that that has ice skating snowmen. Adorable.

I went over to the goodwill next and I got a couple good things there too. I got two soft size storage cubes too that are for James in his room. I also saw the man in front of me was buying the furby board game!! I almost asked him if I could take a picture. I was a little bummed that I didnt snag that but its okay. Maybe someday.

I headed down to the Towson shopping center next. I went to the Marshals there. Which is not a very good Marshals. But I did get new shoes. The boots I got on line turned out to be 9s. My brain flip flopped the number apparently. Maybe I can give them to someone else. But they are a little to big on me. So I got some knock off uggs that have memory foam. I used to really hate uggs but Im embracing them now. Cozy. Ugly. Love it.

And for my final stop I went to target. Where I got a bunch of candy for my stocking gift with James's family. It was a little busy there but I kept my distance.

I headed home after that. I made a pitstop for burger king and for some reason that took almost 20 minutes of waiting after I ordered. Something was going on with the car in front of me and they were almost yelling at the cashier. She was super sweet once I got to her so I hope people are nice to her!!

I got home and was annoyed I had to park on the main street. But I did and I brought in all my things. Had my lunch. And put everything away. Put my presents in piles. And got to work in my studio.

I got 6 bears prepped for sewing. And did some work on my house shelves. They are ready to hang up now. Maybe tomorrow.

I hung out for a little while. And soon James was home! It was nice to have him here. We played games in the dungeon for a while. And then I went back to work in the studio. I did some sewing. James helped me do some flipping right side out of arms and ears. My least favorite part of the process honestly.

And soon I jumped on a zoom call with my MFA class! It was nice to see everyone! I got to tell them some stuff and learned some things they have been up too. So many interesting things. And I got to see Suyao's baby. Who I love. And hear about how things are going for everyone and how me and Suyao do direct sales on instagram. We also talked unions and that was pretty great. And at 8 I got off because I had Devin to allow on my island!

It was so fun to have them. They were there for an hour and it was so fun showing everything Ive worked so hard on. They took diys and fruit and gave me a gold nugget and a snow flake! Amazing. It was so fun to play with someone. They said my island is charming and seemed pretty impressed. Felt good.

We said goodbye soon after that. I made some outfits for the week and got a shower. And now I am in bed. I think I will go put some more lotion on. And get some sleep.

I hope work continues to be chill. I have sewing to do and I would like to read. But I just hope it will be a good day. Sleep well everyone. Goodnight!

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danetobelieve · 4 years

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If A Seal Falls In The Woods || Ricky and Winston

It had been immediately disturbing to Ricky when he’d received the text from Winston that they were in the hospital having suffered an attack by one of the many night-dwelling creatures that seemed to get entirely too brazen these days. It’d gotten more disturbing when Winston had mentioned it had been a rawhead and Ricky had looked that creature up. Nightmares for days. But either way he’d quickly offered to pick his roommate up from the hospital when they were ready to be discharged and after getting permission to go in Winston’s room (which was just as impeccably kept as Ricky had thought it would be) he had rolled up to the hospital with a change of clothes, a bag full of tacos, and a giant bunch of balloons and flowers. Because if you were going to pick your roommate/one of your best friends up from the hospital you had to do it in style. When Winston limped through the hospital lobby towards him Ricky’s face split into a bright grin, “The warrior lives!” He crowed, dashing forward to loop one of Winston’s arms over his shoulder to help him along, “I brought gifts.”

Honestly, Winston was a little disappointed that a little gremlin fucker that they hadn’t even been able to deal with had been what had finally put them in the hospital. Fortunately they only needed a few stitches and they were good, but they weren’t sure how the stitches were take or something like that and had insisted that Winston stay for observation for a little while. Shiloh had long gone and Winston needed a ride home. But fortunately Ricky would always come in clutch for the stuff like this and had immediately offered to come get them. As they noticed their friend with a load of flowers and balloons, Winston grinned before pulling them into a hug as they were enveloped into their friends embrace. “Warrior seems like an over statement, I’d have definitely had worse done to me if Shiloh hadn’t literally carried me to safety, which reminds me, definitely need to get her a thank you gift for this.” They smelled the tacos before noticing the bag in Ricky’s hand. “And you brought my favourite, what exactly did I do to deserve this?”

Ricky returned the hug tightly, nose wrinkling as the smell of antiseptic sharply assaulted his sensitive sense of smell. “You survived a battle with a great and horrifying beast, I googled them, I’m going to have to sleep with the light on now because those little fuckers seem fucking horrific. You’re a warrior.” He passed off the balloons and flowers as they worked their way slowly towards the car, “I’ll add it to the shopping list we’ve got on the fridge. Thank you gift for gallant rescue. Right under the smoked salmon and cream cheese we need.” He held the bag of tacos out as they reached the truck and he half-lifted Winston into it so they wouldn’t have to put weight on their injured ankle. “You’re one of my best friends and you’re out of the hospital, you deserve all the tacos. That’s just the rules. I didn’t make them I just adhere to them.”

Winston shrugged. “I had a weird bestiary book in my bag from the Scribe place and I was able to find some info on them, otherwise I wouldn’t have known what they were. I’m just glad that it didn’t come after my bones because I kind of need those.” They winced as they placed their leg down and shifted from one side to the other, slightly in pain. “Can you just get a bunch of vodka? I’m gonna try making skittle vodka and then even if she doesn’t like that then you and I can just get fucked up.” Winston felt slightly less embarrassed to accept Ricky’s help then they had being bodily carried about by Shiloh. She was strong as fuck and Winston was somewhat surprised by just how strong she had been. “Well, thank you for buying me tacos and I’m sure you got yourself some because you know I don’t want to eat this shit alone.” Winston didn’t pause as they unwrapped the first soft shell taco and stuffed it straight into their mouth. “Fucfff,” they swore around a mouthful of beef, “thif if somf goof shif.”

“Ah yes. The spooky old abandoned Scribe headquarters. Which… by the way…. Would be a great set piece for a Scooby Doo episode.” Ricky involuntarily shivered “I am also glad they didn’t come after your fucking bones, which is a horrifying statement to have to utter out loud.” Starting up the car he chuckled under his breath, “Yeah dude. I’ll grab some skittles and a handle of vodka and we can make some skittles vodka. If she doesn’t like it you and I will get drunk and game and ignore the constant night outside, which I assume is why that fucking lovecraftian nightmare was roaming out and about and not hiding in some nightmare pocket dimension avoiding the sun.” As they pulled out of the parking lot of the hospital and onto the main drag Ricky pulled his own bag of tacos out and set them on the center console between them, unwrapping one and taking a giant bite out of it, “You know I did. Can’t ever turn down tacos. Even if I make better tacos sometimes you just want garbage food. So do you need special medimagical care for that wound?”

Winston swallowed their mouthful of food. “Hey, we got the power going again and we also started cleaning up the kitchen and the bedrooms and the obviously the library but that thing is so huge that it would probably take a life time to fully do it with just us, but we’re making progress.” Winston was shocked at just how things had changed since the beginning of the year. Ever since that fateful night where they had been attacked by that fire breathing dog -- they really needed to work out what that had been because calling it a fire breathing dog sounded lame -- everything was now different. They had actually embraced the change as well. “Thanks dude, I’d come with you but walking isn’t exactly my favourite thing to do right now,” they nodded down at their leg, careful not to allow the filling of their taco to go everywhere, “but I feel like it’s a win win either way, besides we could just make extra for you and me.” They smirked gently as they filled their mouth and swallowed before speaking once more. “I don’t know, healing magic is really complicated and I don’t fuck with it that much, the doctor’s seemed to think that it was fine, they gave me a tetanus shot just incase, but thankfully I’m still under my parents insurance so that won’t kill me with debt.” They sighed gently and settled into their seat as they drove. “I’m ready for this perpetual night shit to end.”

“I know this will sound sarcastic but I legit love that you and Rio found a spooky old abandoned library place thing and you’re turning it into your secret clubhouse. That’s a big mood and I’m all about it. If there’re any repairs you need done inside I can probably help with those, if you want. I’m a pretty decent handyman.” They continued through the murky pitch of the day which was starting to seriously fuck with Ricky’s circadian rhythm. The glowing clock in the dash said it was only 2:30 in the afternoon, but the endless night made it seem very much like it was the middle of the night, “Fucking tell me about it. My body is like hey… it’s time for fucking bed, and the clock is like mmmmmmm maybe not quite yet bucko.” He’d been about to comment on how fortunate the insurance thing was when a tree came crashing down from the forest on their left, forcing Ricky to swerve into the underbrush or risk getting the hood of the truck absolutely obliterated, “What the ever loving fuck?!” he managed to gasp out, as he coughed aspirated taco out of his lungs. He threw the truck into park, looking cautiously at the tree lying in their path, “That’s not…. Hmm. Stay in the truck.” He popped his teeth out, running his tongue over freshly exposed fangs and grabbing a decently-sized hunting knife from its spot under his seat. One of the downsides to the eternal night was it had made everything so quiet, normal animals didn’t quite know how to act in it, but even in that silence he couldn’t hear the thing that reached an incredibly powerful tail down from the trees and slammed him across the road into the side of the truck, “f-fuck” he gasped out as the creature came into view, hooked feet adhering it in defiance of gravity to a nearby tree, “FUCK!” he tried quickly to flip through his mental catalogue of supernatural creatures until this one fit against a definition, “asanbosam!” before he could scramble back into the truck the tail had wrapped around his ankle and was dragging him across the asphalt.

“You are right,” Winston replied with a shake of their head, “that did sound very sarcastic. But if you want to start helping with some stuff, as long as Rio is cool with it then I think we could use all of the help we can get. There’s a lot to do and just having an extra person doing it would definitely help.” Winston was starting to get used to the perpetual night, but it didn’t make things any less depressing, actually getting used to it was possibly more depressing. “Constantly, I constantly feel like I might drift off to sleep at any point. The rest of the time my body is asking why it is the middle of the night and yet it knows it’s not.” Their conversation was cut short by a tree falling through the forest on their left, as Ricky swerved their truck through the ferns and bushes of the forest, Winston tried to find the words to describe how they felt. ONce more, the only one that really covered things was the word fuck. “Fuck, fuck fuck fuck fuck, are you okay dude?” they asked, making sure that they too were relatively intact. “What the fuck happened?” They’d heard the crash and they’d seen the tree fall, but they couldn’t tell you why it had. When Ricky told them to stay in the truck, well of course Winston didn’t listen. After all that would require them to be sensible, grabbing one of the crutches that the hospital had armed them with, they got out just in time to see a tail whip out and knock Ricky flying across the road and slamming into the truck as Winston had stepped away from the door. Winston was glad that they had eaten most of their tacos already, they were going to need the calories. “I don’t know what that is!” Winston snapped back as they summoned their powers and shielded their eyes, “Shut your eyes, I’m using a flashbang,” they muttered something in Latin and clicked their fingers. There was a bright flash, and Winston watched the tail that had wrapped around Ricky’s ankle release it’s grip, starting forward, Winston tried to get close to their friend to help them up, but they were slow and even more clumsy then normal leaning on their crutch. Why did this shit always happen to them? Sweat poured down their back from the magical exertion and they already felt kind of tired, they really needed to practice magic more so they didn’t die of exhaustion with even the simplest spells. “We should run, I don’t know how many more spells I’ve got in me dude.”

Ricky had never felt the sensation of being flung into a truck before, and honestly wasn’t about to recommend it to his friends, because it was a giant pile of awful. He coughed in agony as he watched Winston clamber out of the truck “I said stay in the truck, idiot!” he screwed his eyes shut against the flash that emanated from his friend, listening to the chattering of iron teeth as the asanbosam reacted negatively to the light. The tail released itself momentarily but Ricky knew it was only a matter of time before it recovered from the flash, “Tree hunter.” He gasped out, fairly confident that the initial collision with the truck had at least fractured something, “Don’t let it…” the rest of his warning was cut off as the tail found him again, slamming him down against the fallen tree as the horrifying face of the asanbosam drew closer, “STAY AWAY FROM THE TREES.” He shouted out, remembering something his grandmother had told him as he watched his horrific hooked feet dig into the tree trunk, “It can’t walk on flat ground well. In the truck…” He slashed at the creature’s tail with the knife, trying to get away from it as it stalked slowly toward him, glittering metal teeth flashing against the headlights, “Rosary. Rear view mirror. Throw it to me. Please hurry. These things aren’t known for kindness.” The knife sunk deep into the tail, deep enough that it pinned the tail to the tree and he heard an anguished hiss, the tail going slack enough for him to start dragging himself towards the truck again.

“If I had stayed in the truck then you would be currently getting dragged away to your death,” Winston snapped back as pain ricocheted up their leg from the exertion that they had placed on it, “so forgive me for saving your life. Just cause your handsome and muscular doesn’t mean that you always get to play the hero.” Winston’s eyes did their best to adjust to the new found darkness and they suddenly wished that they had hit this thing with something harder that could've stopped it in its tracks. Winston was watching concerned as Ricky once more was dragged away into the darkness, but they weren’t about to stay away from the trees when their friend needed help. Ricky was saying something about staying away from the trees and how it couldn’t walk on flat ground and then something about a rosary. A rosary was a cross. Why did Ricky want a rosary? “I’m not sure that this is the time to pray,” Winston said as they reached into the cab of the truck and wrenched it off of the rear view mirror before starting to limp over to their friend, “Hey, tree hugger!” they screeched in the creatures direction, a second later they caused another flash, this time in front of the things eyes, praying that it would be enough to get over to Ricky in time. Sweat wet their brow and trickled down their temple, gasping raggedly for breath, Winston stumbled towards their friend. “Why do you want the rosary?” they asked as they got within throwing distance, “I really don’t think that god is about to intervene on your behalf.”

“Do you think this is the first time I’ve been dragged to my death?!” Ricky snapped out in agony, “This is not the moment to argue about my fucking hero complex, Winston!” Ricky had been pushing himself to his knees when he heard Winston grousing about the practicality of asking for intercession in the middle of a monster attack, “It’s not for me!” the second flash went off just as brightly as the first and as spots swam in front of his vision he saw the rosary clatter to the ground in front of him, “I don’t fear god, but vamps fucking do.” as he rotated to attempt to whip at the creature with the metal crucifix the ansanbosam’s tail caught him again, flipping him into the air and onto his back, stunning him long enough for its owner to leap from tree to his chest, one hooked foot landing square on the right side of his chest. There was a very distinct crack, and a very distinct piercing pain, and then a very loud scream. Or maybe the scream came first. Ricky couldn’t remember. It took him several long seconds to figure out the scream was coming from his own throat. He coughed up some blood onto his shirt, but recovered just enough to see that the creature had brought itself well within attack range. “Pater fucking noster…” he gasped out as he tied the rosary as tightly as he could around the vampire’s ankle. Which had the intended effect as the monster’s red eyes went wide and it scrambled back to the tree canopy, howling with fury and fear as it clawed at the symbol tangled in its fur. He managed to drag himself back to the truck, the short gasps he was able to breathe in confirming his fear, “I think…. That fucker… punctured my lung….. Hospital. Please. Real quick.”

“As you have yet to die,” Winston replied with a shake of their head, “then yes it appears that this would be your first time being dragged away to your death and we don’t even know if you’re being dragged away to your death yet, not if I have anything to do with it.” They weren’t about to let their best friend get killed by something that went from tree to tree. This wasn’t Assassins Creed III. “It’s a vampire?” Winston asked, suddenly completely understanding what it was that they were doing with the rosary, “why the hell didn’t you say that sooner?” they asked as they wished they had been able to get this thing the religious iconography a little bit sooner, maybe it would’ve been able to help them sooner. Winston’s breath was ragged as they leaned upon the crutch and took a long moment to attempt to compose themselves. Then Ricky was screaming and there was blood pooling on his shirt. Winston was reaching into themselves, gathering the energy to do something and then the thing was scurrying away. Winston raced to Ricky’s side, the adrenaline enveloping them and making them forget about the pain that they were feeling. “Fuck, fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck.” Winston pulled off the plaid shirt they had been wearing over a t-shirt and pressed it against the wound on Ricky’s chest, “you need to compress this shit hard, you know first aid, you gotta stop the blood.” Leaning on their crutch, Winston pulled Ricky up to their feet, they would look back at this unsure how they’d managed it all things considered and wrapped their arm tightly around their friend, leading them back to the truck and pushing them into the back seat. “Keep the fucking pressure on it,” they said as they got in the front seat and revved the engine before tearing off towards the hospital.”

It was a strange sensation to be in his own truck, wavering closer and closer to unconsciousness, with someone else driving it. Ricky had Winston’s shirt pressed tightly to his chest, though, from what he could tell the asanbosam’s claws hadn’t pierced straight through to his lung. From the incredibly agonizing shifting of bone every time they hit a bump it seemed like it had been his ribcage that had done that particular piece of work, crushed by the monster’s weight, “Winston.” he managed to gasp out in between bumps that made his vision black out momentarily “You have to tell the hospital…” the words trailed off momentarily as his grip on lucidity got a little bit hazy, “tell the admissions desk…. Code Umbra patient.” He struggled to sit up and look at Winston in the rear view mirror, “Tell them I’m a Code Umbra. Admissions knows…. They’ll get the right doctors. The ones who know. Who can keep secrets.” He laid back down, spitting a gob of blood onto the floor of the truck, “Gonna have to get this detailed. I think I left a dent in the side. God dammit. Fucking vampires. What the fuck is one of those doing in Maine? Those are…. West African boogeymen vampires. I have to tell Sky. No trees. Stay away from trees”

Winston’s fingers gripped the steering wheel with a vice grip. They couldn’t lose Ricky and they weren’t about to risk them getting hurt just because Winston couldn’t get them to the hospital quick enough. They really wished that they had spent some time learning a bit more then the fundamental theory of how healing magic worked. Maybe they could’ve done something for their friend. “Don’t worry, Code Umbra, got it.” They weren’t going to leave their friends side for the whole time that this was happening and if anyone tried to make them then they would have something else to deal with that was more severe then a selkie that was bleeding, “you’re overreacting,” they had to keep Ricky awake and conscious, they had to keep them fighting, “you know that Skye is going to be completely fine, but I’ll tell her just to be safe anyway, but you’re going to be fine, I’m going to be fine and I’m also going to find someone to take care of that fucker.” They weren’t sure what the hell a West African boogeyman vampire was, but they weren’t going to let it hurt someone else. These things were animals. Maybe this is why hunters and slayers existed, to deal with … this.

Ricky raised a hand to give Winston a shaky thumbs up from the back seat, grimacing at the amount of blood covering it, “Oh well that’s not good.” He’d been trying to count the minutes, to get some sense of how close they were to the hospital and safety, but had given up after the fifth bump in the road made him lose control of his mind for a second. But they had to be getting close. “Am I, Winnie?” His voice was a ragged rasping shred he barely recognized “Am I really overreacting? Really? I think the small puddle of blood staining my upholstery begs to fucking differ.” That much conversation made his vision swim with brightly colored spots, which would have been nice and akin to a good trip if he hadn’t been in the apparently slow and laborious process of actually dying. “I think… I think they’re solitary hunters. I don’t think they’re pack vamps. So. Probably just the one. But still. Woods are dangerous now. Gramma said they were pretty brutal fuckers…. And it seems she was right.” When Winston mentioned taking care of the asanbosam Ricky bolted in his seat, yelping slightly in pain, “No no no you can’t. You’re not strong enough yet. Let some expendable dickbag hunter do it.” He could see the glowing lights of the hospital coming into view up ahead of them “Oh good. I can pass out now. That’s gonna be nice”

The bollocking that Ricky would have normally gotten from Winston for calling them Winnie was immediately forgotten. Their friend was bleeding out in the backseat and in this instance Winston decided that was enough for them to get a free pass and call them a nickname that they would not have normally allowed. “Okay, maybe you’re not overreacting, maybe this is a little more proportional then i would like to admit but I am trying to be positive because a fucking west african tree vampire attacked you. SO FORGIVE ME?!” Winston didn’t listen to Ricky’s advice. Besides they knew that their friend was definitely not in a position to stop them and if Winston was going to have to deal with this shit then they were going to deal with it on their own turns. Screeching into the parking lot of the hospital, Winston sped to the front doors and skid to a halt. Kicking their door open, they leaped out and start screaming for help. “HEY, SOMEONE FUCKING HELP ME MY FRIENDS BEEN FUCKING HURT FUCK WHERE ARE YOU NO GOOD FUCKS SOMEONE FUCKING HELP!” Wrenching the door open, they reached inside to help Ricky out, doing their best to carry most of his fucking weight, which was way too much muscle for Winston realisitcally to manage on their own.

“If I live, I’ll forgive you.” A sudden thought gripped him and as they skidded to a halt in front of the hospital, Ricky started to drag himself out of the truck, gripping Winston’s shirt tightly, and staring at him with a fervent honesty, “If I die. Winston…” a wracking breath shook him as they tried to move slowly towards the door, the pain white hot inside his chest, “Stay in the house and take care of Dee. My skin…” an ill timed cough spattered blood on the white concrete in front of the building, “Is under the floor of the workshop. Under my drafting table. Safe combo. Is Dee’s birthday. 8. 17. 53. I have to be wrapped in it and burned.” He could see an orderly hurrying towards them with a wheelchair and he started to head towards them, vision blurring, “Do not let them put me in the ground. Please. Living will. On file with Dee’s attorney.” He collapsed into the offered wheelchair, still holding the now soaked shirt to his chest, “Don’t go after it. Please. I can’t lose anymore of my family.”

#p: ricky #para #wickedswriting #chatzy para #if a seal falls in the woods

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I wrote this “going through a box of childhood items” at I think it was @keyofjetwolf‘s suggestion but now I can’t remember anyway it is deeply self indulgent listen Fluff is really hard for me. 1600 words, the rest of the my OW universe is here.

Tracer had brought over the boxes to Winston’s slowly developing house, a former warehouse on the edges of what was still a commercial and shipping district. He was making it warm, slowly, as he had money here and there, but money was hard to come by in these days, as good as he was at repairing cell phones and laptops and other such things as the work came by. He’d thrown the money he had into making a room for Tracer, when she’d been recovering.Her family had helped him where they could, of course, but none of the Oxton clan could be accused of being secret millionaires, and so the bulk of his house still had a rather cool air to it.

It felt more so, now that Tracer was no longer living there, but it made him feel ashamed to say it. It wasn’t fair to Tracer that he had so little in the way of connection, and that he relied on her so much. It was silly, really. He had been protecting her, when he told her she didn’t have to work, that she could stay with him as long as she wanted to, that he was worried about her. But he had also been protecting himself, he knew, and his great fear of loneliness.

But Tracer had gotten tired of sitting at home, eventually, and managed to talk her way into a job at a little suit shop selling men’s and boy’s fine suiting and accessories, and her boss was even quite impressed with her sales, given as he’d never thought of courting the lesbian market. Tracer had a way of making people feel optimistic and bright, simply by her own sunshine, and optimistic brightness led people to buy extra ties and shoes.

Eventually, she had done well enough to move back into her little house, and finally resolve to clear out the bedrooms and make the master hers.

It had been awkward for her, in those brief years after she had come back the first time. She had come home, and her father had been dead, and she had found herself unwilling and unable to clear out what had been his bedroom her entire life, never mind that hers was so much tinier. She was away from home often with Overwatch, anyhow, and it had been a convenient excuse until Overwatch had been forcibly disbanded, and she found herself as much a regular Londoner as she’d ever be.

So, it was time to take over the master.

Winston thought this project might be met with grief and sorrow, but he had forgotten Tracer’s natural sense of cheer, and how she could simply roll all of this forward with every other major adjustment she had made in the last year. She had decided not only to clear out the master, but to reorganize the entire place to be more a house that was hers, instead of a house she and her father had shared for twenty-six years, and she had done all this with a sense of embracing the new rather than mourning the old.

But she did like bringing boxes over to Winston’s when she found them in a closet or the tiny, dank cellar, as if it gave her some pleasure to have someone to relay the memories to while deciding how to proceed. Winston liked it, because he liked to spend time with her, whatever the reason, but there was something he particularly loved about imagining the little girl she might have been.

And so today, sitting on his couch with a box between them, simply marked “Lena” in what Winston had come to know as her father’s handwriting, was a pleasant enough day indeed.

Tracer dug through the box. Most of it had been fairly unremarkable. There were a few worn sweaters she had clearly loved--Tracer had laughed when they got to the light blue one with a yellow plane on it, and told Winston how her dad had to hide it from her as it became a crop top--and some old drawings, a few stuffed animals that were not Biscuit and so didn’t matter. They’d chuckled and sipped on a few beers as they’d gone through it, but she broke into a bright smile when she took out a pair of Mickey ears, her name embroidered in looping font on the back of them.

“I ever tell you about the time me parents surprised me? Took me to Disneyland in Paris?” She was asking the question, but it required no answer, in the way she often asked a question more of herself than anyone else, and so Winston merely shook his head, “I’s four years old, and Mum and Dad told me we was going to the zoo. I loved the zoo, went a few times a month, Mum would pack us an ‘amper, off we’d go. We was walking to the tube when me Mum drew these out of ‘er bag and told me we was going to Disneyland. We was going to ‘ave tea with Alice, even.”

Winston took a sip and smiled, imagining her vibrating with joy, grinning so hard she might hurt herself. “What did you say?”

Tracer giggled and leaned toward him as if telling a secret. “Burst into hysterical tears immediately.”

“What?” He gave a low chuckle.

“Right then, wasn’t quite as emotionally self-sufficient as I am now.” She laughed again. “Just too excited, too much surprise for me to ‘andle in that moment. Poor Mum. Dad picked me up, asked me what ‘ad gone wrong, and I sobbed out,” she laughed again,”DADDY, I LOVE ALICE SO MUCH.’ ‘e tried to keep a straight face, but me Mum started just creasing up, she did.”

Winston looked at the tiny ears and smiled. “I’m sure you got over it.”

“Oh, we ‘ad a bloody brilliant time, once I’d calmed down a bit. ‘Ad the whole train ride to Paris, mind, and ‘ad a biscuit or two, so, came out all right.” She pulled out a plastic cup that read ‘Alice’s Tea Party’ and looked at, smiling softly, “They’d just found out Mum was sick, wanted to take me before she ‘ad treatment. Glad they did.”

Winston placed his hand on her back, but she sat up straight and grinned. “Was when they figured I’d be just brilliant as a fighter pilot, given me total lack of fear on any ride I was big enough for. Loved the thrill best of all.”

He wanted to share something with her. He envied the way that she had these things, that she could share so much of herself with him. He loved to think of her as an excited little girl who got to meet Alice, to see her carefully drawing a scene from Wind in the Willows for her mother, to imagine her father secreting away that patched and stained and too-small sweater.

Winston had none of this. He had narrowly escaped the colony with his own life, much less any mementos, and at least that made the conversation easy. He never had to explain that there would have been few to take. Winston was a test subject, and while he believed Dr. Harold had loved him, there were no surprise trips to Disneyland, or regular trips to the zoo, or even any clothes outside of what was given to all the subjects. He had learned math and science, not how to draw badgers or toads. And so he had nothing to give Tracer but what he was now, nothing to communicate how deeply he felt about her and how much he wanted to share with her.

Tracer set the ears to the side, deciding that they were the one thing she would keep from the box, and stuffed the rest back into it. She tilted her head at Winston, studying him, her eyes darting around as she had a thought.

“Win, ‘ave you ever been to Disneyland? Paris’s only a few hours away, bet we can find a place to stay, too, right?” Winston realized with a mix of nervousness and love that this was one of those times she was asking a question to herself only.

“Lena…”

She leapt to her feet. “Right! Win, I ‘aven’t been in years, and you’ve never!” She stood up straight and patted his shoulder. “So I get to be the one to show you. I wonder if they do Alice’s tea sti--no, wait, what would you like, Win? The very least, they still ‘ave a Mickey breakfast.”

Winston shifted, biting his lip. “I didn’t really ever do childhood things.”

She jumped up next to him on the couch and hugged him as tightly as she could. “So you’ll them with me.”

“I--”

He wanted to go with her. He wanted to go, and he knew if anyone could make it a reality, it was Tracer. But he thought of the park, and of the children, and how they might cower against their parents as he walked by, and a grey sadness came over him.

Tracer jumped over his lap and knelt in front of him, looking up into his face. “What is it? You love it when we do thing together.”

“I don’t want the kids to be afraid.”

He said it softly, afraid if he put any strength behind it, that deep fear and sadness might be exposed, a fresh scab pulled off the wound.

“Win,” She smiled and shook her head, “if there is anywhere on earth, that kids will be expecting a big guy like you to be a friend, it’ll be Disneyland, right?”

He thought for a moment, considering her reasoning, considering her love, considering her fierce will, and smiled, hugging her tight.

“Right.”

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