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noellefan101 · 11 months

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Offline to Online HSR edition

Characters: Kafka, Silver Wolf, Seele, Bronya x gn! reader

Summary: your girlfriend is a streamer, a popular one at that. this is a fic about: how their chat finds out that you are dating, how they treat you off-stream and on-stream/do they treat you differently

"Warnings": Romantic relationship, modern au, streamer au, kissing, [h/c] is hair color, not proofread,

Note: this is the other one that was in the poll if you would like to read the genshin impact version it´s here. and omg i am so tired and my back hurts like CRAZY, but i luv you all.

Kafka

How chat found out: she kinda wanted to say it out loud the first day/month you started dating, but you stopped her because you didn´t want the whole world to know. and she agreed it was for the best anyways/don´t want all her simps to come at you(looking at you "cough cough")/. so she kept it a secret, still teases you about it though. and she was pretty good at hiding it, but then it had been a year or so and you moved in together, in a new house.

so obviously it was going to be harder to hide it, mainly because you lived together, but also because she was asked 24/7 to do a new house tour. she eventually did it, but without your office being in the video. it worked out well in the beginning but then people started wondering what was in the last room/your office/. you were worried about it, while she ignored it and acted like no one had asked about it. that of course didn´t help and only grew more suspicion to the last room. she eventually had enough and started asking you if she could say it, following up with her saying that her fans won´t come after you for it.

On-stream: she teases you, every time she has a chance too, and i mean EVERY time. she normally does that a lot, but not this much. she also doesn´t like when anyone else teases you. you´d say she´s possessive, but if you actually said that when she´s streaming, you would be banned from entering her office for a few months(at least).

Off-stream: she´s WAY sweeter when no one is watching, mostly because she doesn´t have that evil look in her eyes all the time. and then she´s with you so ofc she´ll behave(if you ask nicely). she would also kiss you more passionately than when she´s in front of chat/she doesn´t need chat to spread pics of you kissing all over twitter, that´s why/and she also hugs you more gently. over all she´s just softer with you but don´t tell her that.

she loves you, even more than chat loves her.

Silver Wolf

how chat found out: they didn´t really think that you were dating at first, but just some affectionate roommates. maybe it was because they didn´t think that she would be dating anybody/or maybe you looked too good to be dating silver wolf hehe/. but either way, you ARE dating, you just thought her chat knew already. but when you found out they didn´t/because they called you her roomie, not her partner/you tried to show more affection.

so when you were home while she was streaming you made some food for her. walked in and gave her the food, after you just left a little kiss on her cheek. leaving the chat stunned, she just started eating her food, acting like nothing happened. she asked if anything was wrong and they flipped out even more, like wtf they just kissed you. she didn´t think it was that big of a deal and tried to move on. but they wanted answers, she didn´t care ofc, and didn´t answer any of their questions. after she was done eating and she just continued the stream like normal. you on the other hand was a little worried that she got upset, because you just kissed her on the cheek, and in front of all her viewers. she eventually revealed to chat that you were dating, and they should shut up abt it. only because she didn´t want you to worry.

On-stream: she doesn´t really care if you´re there or not, but id happier with you there. she shows affection, but not much. the reason: she doesn´t want to ruin her reputation.

Off-stream: when she´s not streaming or in a call you play with her instead. she loves when you play with her, wanting to share her interest with you. she does this while hugging you/maybe from behind/and kisses you to distract you.

she loves games, but loves you even more.

Seele

How chat found out: they properly noticed the person walking around in the background all the time/since her streaming setup is in the living room/and they didn´t know who it was other than a person with [h/c] colored hair. they tried to ask about it, but Seele didn´t pay them any mind and moved on. she kinda thought they were joking and already knew who you were/but there kinda clueless and thinks she kidnapped someone/but ofc you´re just her partner and she didn´t force you to live with her. actually, it was your idea to live with her. so they should quit thinking that.

but anyway, she was streaming(like usual)and she was in a call with some friends/like Sampo, Bronya, Natasha, etc/and she kinda got into an argument with one of them/Sampo/. because he wasn´t playing well enough and it turned into a thing of them dissing each other. the others wanted to stop them, but they didn´t in fear of getting into it as well, so they kinda just listened in on it. she then revealed one of his secrets, witch lead to him saying that you and Seele were dating, and not just roomies. she then got confused, and asked f they didn´t know/bc she really fricking thought they did, oh well/the chat went wild. and when she found out they were clueless the whole time, she just laughed her ass off.

On-stream: she doesn´t have you around that much/other than in the background/but when you are there beside her, she has most of her attention fixated on you. she likes kissing, hugging and sitting with you, even if in front of everyone. and she doesn´t get embarrassed about it.

Off-stream: if possible she´s even more affectionate, the only reason is because she doesn´t want you to be embarrassed. but if you gave her permission, she would be all over you at all times, at parties, events, on stream, in front of friends and family... you get it.

she loves you a lot, even when you´re not around.

Bronya

How chat found out: she streams a lot, like a ton. so of course you´d either get home while she´s streaming or just be home in general. she´s very busy so you don´t say anything other than "i´m home", when you check on her after being out. or other times it´s you delivering food to her. in general chat mainly thinks that your just some friends living together, but thats only because they don´t know that you´re dating, and you don´t plan on revealing it right now. maybe because you either were busy, didn´t want to or you were scared of her viewers reaction/but she does comfort you, and tell you that they will accept it/.

the way they knew you were dating, was mainly because of you two being stupid. she was on a little break/since she had been streaming the last 5-6 hours, with only 3-4 breaks(send help)/and you walked into her room giving her a snack and kissed her on the cheek. that would have been okay normally, but this time she forgot to turn off the mic. leaving you to realize that after you looked at the chat, because it was going wild. you both then got embarrassed and she turned the stream off. she was supposed to stream for a few more hours but ditched the idea. and in the next week or so she now had to introduce you, when you were fully ready of course.

On-stream: she doesn´t show that much affection, since she gets easily embarrassed and looks almost identical to a tomato. but sometimes she will do cooking streams with you, and try to show off a little/that would be even cuter if you were a baker or cook, just saying(totally not trying to say anything)/but it doesn´t end that well.

Off-stream: she loves to hug, kiss and cuddle you. she feels so much more confident when you´re the only one watching, so she tries to show that she loves you as much as she can. she also feels safer when its only you and her.

she loves her job, but not as much as she loves you.

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therealcocoshady · 20 days

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Are you still taking requests if not by past this

Lilly (Marshall’s daughter) has a recital that she invited him to but for obvious reasons (him being a celebrity) he isn’t able to go so Lilly is upset and Marshall is kinda bummed and he try’s to make it up to her

« Just Daddy » - Eminem One Shot

Author’s note : THANK YOU for your request ! I am so in love with the Lily/Marshall duo ! If ay of you guys have any requests about this… PLEASE keep them coming, because they make my heart full ! (Also, it is the perfect opportunity for some cute and comforting fluff !!!)

MARSHALL’S POV

Marshall usually needed a very good reason to interrupt a studio session, especially if it was one with Dre. In that case, he had interrupted a studio session with Dre, Fifty and Snoop, which could only mean one thing : there was an emergency. In that case, the emergency was Lily’s first big ballet recital, which he couldn’t attend. In truth, he could easily have rescheduled his trip to LA to record a feature and produce a few tracks for Fifty’s latest album, but he couldn’t have attended the recital in person anyway. So far, he had managed to attend the smaller representations, but since this very recital involved most of the art schools in Detroit, with a bit of press coverage involved, he couldn’t take the risk of causing any problems. So instead, he had his wife FaceTime him, so that he would not miss the whole thing.

The sight would make anyone raise an eyebrow : four hip-hop legends sitting in front of an iPad, watching a five year-old’s ballet recital.

Which one’s yours, man ? Snoop asked.

Here, Marshall said proudly. Front and center.

He lovingly watched his baby dance on stage, dressed as a little mouse (or was it supposed to be a cat ?) In a tiny pink tutu. He arbored the brightest smile upon noticing his good his baby was doing. And, being totally objective, she was the one shining the brightest ! When the performance ended and his wife ended the call, he reluctantly turned off the iPad. He had been gone for a whole week and he was gutted to miss such a big event for Lily. So far, in spite of his hectic schedule, he had been able to attend all the major events for her, showing up whenever he could, whether it was school activities or dance performances.

You good, bro ? Fifty asked.

Yeah, yeah, he shrugged.

Missing the family ? Dre chimed in.

… Yeah, he admitted. I’m usually able to be there for these things.

We could have rescheduled, you know ? Snoop said. This shit’s important. I’d never miss my grandchildren’s things.

I know, Marshall replied. I would have. But it’s a fairly big city event, there’s press and I can’t show up like that. You can’t have Eminem ruining a children’s performance by causing a riot or whatever… I wouldn’t have been able to attend anyway, so I might as well work, you know ?

The press still don’t know about your kid, right ? Dre asked.

Nope, he said with a smile. Best kept secret in the country, so far.

Drake’s meat gets leaked on the Internet and meanwhile, you have a family the world knows nothing about, Fifty mused with a grin.

It’s better this way, Marshall shrugged. Lily’s living the life I always wanted for my eldest : I can give her everything and she doesn’t have to deal with the whole « being Eminem’s daughter » craze. And Y/N doesn’t have do deal with the attention either.

Not bad, Dre conceded. We all know you love your privacy.

And how you get crazy when it comes to your kids’ lives, Fifty added.

They never asked for the bullshit, Marshall simply said. And I swear to God, if Lily’s face ever gets leaked to the press, you guys will have to visit me in jail.

The others all chuckled. He had always been a protective father but it was even worse when it came to Lily. Rightfully so, though : when the eldest were growing up, attention was a bit easier to avoid. But now, with social media, his baby could become viral in a matter of hours, with no hope for his team to be able to kill the story by bribing the press or threatening to sue. Even now that Alaina, Hailie and Stevie were grown up, they were always dealing with the consequences of having a famous dad, and he wanted to avoid that for his youngest. The less she knew, the better. As far as she was concerned, her Dad made music she didn’t really care about (who was Eminem to compete with Disney princesses and puppies anyway ?) and she had no idea of the magnitude of things. Most of the time, he was able to go places with her and, on the rare occasion people walked up to him, she just assumed it was people he knew. He was also lucky that, so far, she hadn’t really batted an eye when it came to the security officers that discreetly accompanied them.

They slowly went back to their recording session, the conversation shifting to the others’ kids, then going back to what brought them to Dre’s studio in the first place : music. A few hours later, he was getting ready for dinner, while FaceTiming Y/N.

We miss you here, she said.

I miss you girls too, he admitted. Three days and I’m back home. Is Lily with you ? I want to congratulate her.

In her room, his wife said. She… doesn’t want to talk to you.

What do you mean she doesn’t want to talk to me ?! He asked. What’s wrong ? The performance was good, she was amazing on stage… What went wrong ?

You weren’t there to hug her when she walked off stage, like you usually are, Y/N explained. She’s upset. She was a mess for fifteen minutes and Hailie had to bribe her with ice cream.

Shit, he sighed.

I told her you had to work, she explained with tears in her eyes. But yes… That was a hard.

Babe… Are you crying ? He asked.

Don’t worry, she said with a smile. I’m tired and hormonal. Blame it on the babies you put in me.

How are my sons, by the way ? He asked with a soft smile.

Your possible sons are making their mom’s life a nightmare, she laughed. If I could, I would sleep all the time. And I don’t sleep as well when you’re not in bed with me.

A few more nights and I’ll be able to cuddle the shit out of you, he said reassuringly. And I’ll stay home for the rest of your pregnancy.

It’s fine, she said with a yawn. I’m only nine weeks pregnant. I can manage.

I can’t wait to tell everyone we’re having two more babies, he said. We talked kids with the guys and I swear… Keeping it a secret is harder than I thought it would be. I’m so excited for my sons.

Possible sons, she giggled. I have to go and put Lily to bed. Say hi to everyone for me, will you ?

Sure, he replied. Tell Lily I love her ? I’ll try and call tomorrow morning, ok ?

Of course, Y/N said. I should warn you though… She’s really upset. And she has her Daddy’s temper, too.

Fuck, babe, can you… Can you try and get her to talk to me ? Please ?

He could see Y/N open the door to Lily’s room and ask her if she wanted to say hi to him before bed but he heard his daughter’s voice say « No. He wasn’t here, I’m not talking to him ». These two sentences were enough to break his heart, nearly making him sick. He could see his wife looking annoyed and upset, mouthing a silent « I’m sorry » to the camera. They exchanged a few more words and « I love you » to each other and they ended the call.

It took about thirty seconds for Marshall to make up his mind : screw dinner, screw work, he was flying home. When he decided to adopt Lily, he promised himself to love her, care for her and never do anything to hurt her, and there was no way he would stay in LA while knowing his baby was sad because of him. What kind of father and husband would that make him, leaving his hormonal pregnant wife to pick up his slack ? In five minutes, he packed everything he had in the guest bedroom he occupied at Dre’s house and went downstairs, carrying his bag.

Ready for dinner ? Dre asked before seeing he had his bag in hand. Oh…

Sorry man, he said. I have to fly home.

Anything wrong ? His mentor asked.

Upset daughter, exhausted pregnant wife, guilty me, he summed up.

Pregnant wife, huh ?

Shit. Wasn’t supposed to tell you, he chuckled. But, yeah. Twins.

Congrats, man, Dre said as he dapped him. Alright. Go back to the family, we’ll pick up sometimes soon.

Sure, he said. Thanks. Dinner’s on me, I already put my card down at the restaurant. Say bye to the guys for me.

I should have known you’d fly home, Dre grinned.

Why ? Marshall chuckled.

Because it’s Lily, Dre replied. As far as you’re concerned, it’s her world and we’re all living in it.

Ten minutes later, he was in the car, begging an annoyed Paul to arrange for the jet to fly him back to Detroit as soon as possible. The manager tried to argue with him about his schedule and how late it was but he knew him well enough to know that there was no convincing him to stay in California any longer. Six hours later, in the middle of the night, he crossed the threshold to his house, his heart warming up at the sight of his family’s things scattered all over the place. Evidently, Y/N had had her arms full with Lily in the past week and he couldn’t help but wonder how they would manage once the twins would be born. He usually preferred tidy spaces, by far, but the realization that the mess was caused by his growing, loving family put a smile on his face. He let his bags in the foyer and went to the bedroom, where he found Y/N fast asleep in one of his tee-shirts, hugging his pillow. He got undressed and tried not to wake her up, though he failed miserably as she jumped as soon as she felt the dip in the mattress.

Hey beautiful, he said softly. It’s just me.

You’re home ? She asked with a confused expression on her face.

It’s 90°F in California but the bed was too cold without you, he said with a smile. I was missing home.

She immediately engulfed him in a hug and he took in her lovely scent as he returned the embrace. One week without the love of his life was too much. He sniffed and noticed something different. His cologne. On her.

Missed me ? He asked with a grin.

Oh, shut up, Y/N said as she rolled her eyes. You know I need a big if you you to fall asleep.

I see, he said with a smile. Enjoy the tee-shirt, babe. Soon, you’ll be too fat to put my clothes on.

And you’ll have to sleep on the couch to give my fat ass some space in bed, she giggled.

No way, he chuckled with a shake of his head. We’re sleeping together until the end of this pregnancy. The four of us.

He placed a loving hand on his wife’s stomach. She wasn’t really showing yet, but he could swear it was just a tiny bit rounder than when he had left. Or maybe he was simply too excited. Y/N laid back down and he kissed her tenderly before kissing her stomach as well.

Hey guys, he said softly. I’m home. Thanks for taking care of your Mama for me.

They’re beating the shit out of me, she giggled before yawning. Between fatigue and morning sickness, work and taking care of Lily, I’m a mess. Haven’t had the time to clean up much.

I saw that, he replied with a smile. I’ll take care of Lily and the mess tomorrow, you just rest, alright ?

Ok, she said before kissing him. I think Lily’s going to be pleased to see you.

You think ? He asked anxiously.

She’s mad but she’ll get over it eventually, she shrugged.

How mad are we talking, exactly ?

« The time you forgot our anniversary » mad, I think, she chuckled.

Any chance the Hermès bag works for Lily as well ? He joked.

You’re not getting our five year-old a designer bag, she warned. And you know what got you forgiven wasn’t the bag, or any of the other thousand fancy presents you bought to suck up to me that day.

I know, he chuckled. I’ll find a way to make it up to her. Hopefully it doesn’t involve watching Frozen again.

You’re on your own with this one, buddy, Y/N said. If I have to sing « Let it go » one more time, I am jumping out of the window.

Buddy ? He asked. One week away from you and I’ve been downgraded from « My love » to « Buddy » ?

Make up for your absence and we’ll see, homie.

You’re lucky I slept on the jet and I’m all energized, he grinned before pulling her to him.

Safe to say they didn’t sleep much that night, making up for the time spent apart. Y/N was fast to blame the horniness on the hormones and he couldn’t help but think to himself that, if that was true, he would have a lot of fun in the upcoming months. After the deed was done, though, she immediately fell asleep in his arms. She did seem exhausted and it was probably a good thing that he was back, so that she could rest as much as possible. A glance at the clock and he noticed that it was almost 8:00. Lily’s wake up time. And time for him to make amends to his baby girl. He put on some clothes and made his way to the kitchen to prepare some breakfast. He was putting everything on a tray, ready to bring it to her bedroom when the doorbell rang, the florist delivering the huge bouquet he had ordered just in time. Bouquet in one hand, tray I the other, he went up the stairs and knocked on the door with his foot before entering.

Daddy ! Lily said as soon as she saw him.

Hey bug, he said with a smile.

She was sitting up in bed, in her pink PJs, her hair still in the bun she wore for the representation. A smile passed on his baby’s face, before being quickly replaced by a frown. Almost as if she suddenly remembered that she was mad at him. Y/N could say what she wanted, that she took a lot after his personality (which was not wrong) she was so her mother. Thankfully, fifty years of life, countless girlfriends and four daughters had taught him a lot when it comes to charm offensive.

Thought you’d enjoy breakfast in bed, today, he said. Got you some flowers, too. Do you know what they are ?

Lilies, she said with a smile - and he could see she was trying hard to conceal it. Like me.

That’s right, baby, he grinned. You did amazing at your recital, you know ? Made me proud.

You missed the recital, Daddy she said.

I know, bug, he said as he put the tray and the bouquet on her bedside table. But Mommy FaceTimed me and I still watched you dance, you know ?

You did ? She asked.

Of course, he replied. Wouldn’t have missed it for the world. Uncle Dre, Uncle Fifty and Snoop watched with me, too.

But it’s not the same, she pointed out.

I know, he said. Mommy told you I had to work, right ?

She nodded with a small pout and mumbled something about him usually never working on Saturdays. At five years old, she wasn’t exactly a baby anymore and she was perfectly capable of sensing when things weren’t usual. Seeing the sadness and disappointment in her eyes broke his heart. He sighed and sat on the edge of her bed.

Want to eat, bug ? He asked. I made your favorite pancakes.

Ok, she said, still frowning.

You’re mad at me, huh ?

She nodded as she started eating. He sighed, not sure what he could say. His wife giving him the silent treatment when she was mad at him wasn’t enjoyable, but having your five year-old do it was a nightmare.

I’m really sorry, he said.

Will you come to the next year’s ? She asked.

I… uh… maybe, he said.

Obviously, this wasn’t the desired answer. She stared at him with her big blue eyes, as if she was giving him an opportunity to correct his answers. He scratched his throat and realized that it was probably time to have a talk about him possibly having to miss some events.

Look, bug, I might not be able to make it to next year’s recital if it’s a big event, he explained.

Why ? She asked. You don’t want to see me on the stage ?

No, no, it’s not that, baby, he said reassuringly. I always want to see you on stage. No one is more proud of you than I am. I want to show up to all of your recitals, but sometimes, there’s a lot of people.

So ?

So… You know I make music, right ? He asked. You know that’s my job, and that’s how I make money ?

Yes, she said. In the studio. With the big words I can’t say.

That’s right, he nodded. Well… A lot of people listen to my music.

They do ? She asked with a raised eyebrow.

The side-eye almost made him chuckle. With his level of fame, it would be easy for him to get big-headed but, thankfully, having children usually did a great job in keeping you humble. Rap God or not, his kids usually weren’t too impressed. It had taken years for his eldest to start showing an interest in his music, and Lily was no different.

They do, he nodded. I’m sort of… famous. So a lot of people know me. You know, the places where we usually go, a lot of people wave and say hi ?

Yes, she said.

They’re not my friends, he said. They know me from my music.

Ok, she said, still not seeing what he was getting at.

Usually, people are very nice to me, and it’s not a big deal, but if I turn up at a big event, a lot of people might come and talk to me. Like… A lot of people, he explained. And if I show up to one of your big events where the press is, people are going to take pictures and if they see you with me, they might start bugging you.

Really ? She asked.

Yes. And, as your Dad, it’s my job to be there for you, but a most important part of the job is to make sure that no one bothers you, he added. So, if you have these big events, I’m super proud of you, and I want to be there but, sometimes, I’m going to have to watch from somewhere else. I will always try to show up, and I can do it if it’s small events for school and stuff, but big events with thousands of people is a bit harder.

Oh. Ok, she said with a hint of disappointment.

But no matter if I’m here or not, I’m always super proud of you, you know ? And I never want to make you sad, he added.

So, it’s not that you like work more ? She asked with pleading eyes.

Of course not, bug, he said as he stroked her cheek. Work will never be more important than you. Never.

Ok, she said with an understanding face.

Are you still mad at me ? He asked.

No, she shrugged. But I’m still sad.

Let me make it up to you, ok ? He suggested. How about we spend the day together, just the two of us ? We can do whatever you want.

She nodded with a sly smile and, deep down, though he was relieved to see her smile, he knew he was doomed. And, indeed, she made him go through the labour of Hercules. They went to walk Winky, the corgi they got her for her fifth birthday and then, she wanted to go for some ice cream. She knew full well she wouldn’t be allowed to have it so soon after breakfast, but she reminded him that he said they could do « whatever she wanted », while making puppy eyes at him. He obliged and took her to her favorite ice cream place, at the mall. Thankfully, it was Sunday so there weren’t a lot of people around. The two security guards, dressed in regular civilian clothes so as not to attract attention, were almost unnecessary. It was one of the perks of living in Detroit : not as many people as NYC or LA, no paparazzis, not so many tourists and, mostly, people either didn’t recognize him (perks of dressing with regular, inexpensive clothes for everyday life) or treated him as part of the scenery. He knew full well that, if he had lived elsewhere, everyone would know about his marriage, him adopting Lily and his wife being pregnant. Thankfully, though, he was able to maintain a private family life and prayed that it would remain this way for as long as possible. At the mall, they saw a poster for Taylor Swift’s album and Lily was really excited.

Daddy, when you say you’re famous… Do you mean like her ? Lily asked.

Yes, he said. Kind of like her. A bit more. I’ve been doing this for a long time, you know ? Longer than her.

Because you’re old ? She asked.

Older, he grimaced.

Mommy says you’re old, she pointed out with a giggle.

Well I’m going to have to have a talk with Mommy, he said as he rolled his eyes.

Lily ended up dragging him to what seemed to be every single store of the mall. Ice cream shop. Build A Bear. Clothing stores. Toy stores. They finally went home after he spent an ungodly amount of money but the smile on Lily’s face was worth it. However, the day was still young and his daughter was clearly not done. Once they were home, she insisted on having a princess tea party with him and the two bears they made at the mall, so he found himself on the floor of her bedroom, drinking juice in a teacup while she applied makeup on his face. He inspected himself in the mirror.

Are you sure that’s the exact same way you had your makeup done for your dance recital ? He asked with a raised eyebrow.

Yes, she nodded. Just like that. But I had whiskers because I was a mouse.

Mmmh, ok, he said as he tried to hold a chuckle. I need the whiskers then.

When his wife came to see them, she burst out laughing as soon as she saw him.

Are you guys having fun ? She asked with a grin.

Time of our lives, he said sarcastically. Right Lily ?

Yes, she said. Daddy said we can do whatever I want today.

Is that so ? Y/N asked. Looks like Daddy should be more careful with his words.

Aren’t I the prettiest princess in all the land ? Marshall asked.

Yes my love, she giggled. Though I believe a princess would have a proper manicure.

Mommy can I have your nail polish for Daddy ?! Lily suddenly exclaimed.

I’ll bring it right away, Y/N said with an evil grin.

I can divorce you. I have my lawyer on speed-dial, he warned - but she was already gone.

Of course, Y/N just had to join the fun and get in on the torture. He loudly complained but, in truth, he was too happy to see the smiles on the faces of two of his favorite girls as they did his nails.

Starting to miss Dre’s house ? Y/N asked.

Missed you girls too much, he said. I don’t think I could get such an… artsy manicure in California.

Do you like it, Daddy ? Lily asked proudly.

Oh, sure, he said. I never thought my cuticles could use sparkly nail polish all over them, but I was clearly missing out.

You’ll be so pretty for tonight, his daughter said.

Tonight ? He asked.

Your daughters are coming for dinner, Y/N said. I didn’t tell them you’re back, it’ll be a nice surprise. Especially if they see you like this.

No way in hell, he chuckled.

Not even the nails ? Lily asked with puppy eyes. But you said…

Maybe the nails can stay, he sighed.

They spent the rest of the day as a family of three and, just when he thought he had dodged a bullet, Lily begged them to watch Frozen. Again. And just like every parent bullied by the smiles and supplication of their little one, they obliged. Y/N fell asleep on Marshall’s shoulder and Lily sang along to Let It Go while coloring his tattoos with highlighters.

I missed you, Daddy, she said. I’m happy you’re home.

I’m happy to be home, he said. I missed you too, bug.

I’m having fun today, she added.

I’m glad, he chuckled.

In the evening, the whole family was reunited for dinner and no one missed Marshall’s elegant manicure. This brought back memories for Alaina and Hailie, who used to beg him to do his makeup. Being a girl Dad for about thirty years, he’d certainly had his fair share of tea parties and home spa sessions. He absolutely loved having daughters, though, and if that’s what it took to put a smile on their faces, he would happily endure hours of this. However, he wondered what it would be like, having boys in the house. He was absolutely positive the twins were boys - no specific reason, just a gut feeling. Originally, Y/N and him had agreed not to find out the gender before the birth, but he wasn’t too sure how he could be expected to wait for about seven more months. And he couldn’t wait to hit the twelve week mark either, because keeping the pregnancy a secret from the rest of the family was a nightmare. He was just so excited to be a Dad again and he was so proud that the love of his life was carrying his children. She was already a splendid Mom for Lily and he knew it would be the same for the twins. The conversation shifted and someone pronounced the word « delusional ».

What’s that word ? Lily asked.

Delusional ? Hailie said. When someone’s delusional, it means that they believe things that aren’t true.

Oh ok, she said. Like what ?

Like believing in San- Stevie began.

Like Stevie believing she’s getting that new car if she doesn’t pay attention, Marshall scolded with a smile - not wanting Lily to be crushed if she learned Santa wasn’t real.

Oops, she said.

Is Daddy delusional then ? Lily asked.

Wha- No ? Y/N said confused. Why would he be delusional, baby ?

Because he thinks he’s more famous than Taylor Swift, Lily explained.

You don’t believe me ? He asked, almost offended.

She is really really famous you know ? his daughter explained. You, you’re just Daddy.

Everyone chuckled and stared lovingly at Lily. They all knew how important it was to Marshall that she be shielded from his fame, also because he didn’t want it to get to her head that her Dad was famous. He kissed the top of her head and smiled. He was fine with the title, really. When he was at home with his children, he was just Daddy, and that was more than fine with him. There was nothing more upsetting to him than Eminem getting in the way of his family life. So he was really fine with her not getting the level of things for now, hoping that he wouldn’t have to miss another event anytime soon.

When it was time to put Lily to bed, he went with her downstairs to tuck her in and read her a bedtime story.

Time to sleep, now, baby, he said. Good night.

I had fun today, Daddy, she said softly. And thank you for the flowers.

Am I forgiven ? He asked with a smile.

Yes, she said.

I love you, you know ? He said softly. And, as much as possible, I promise I will not let work get in the way. I always do my best, you know ? Whether it’s for you, Hailie, Lainey, Stevie or the babies…

What babies ? She asked.

He stared at her with a hint of panic, internally facepalming himself. Oops.

Do you know how to keep secrets, baby ?

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Yourusername tagged Charles Leclerc in their story

It was the first race of the season and the official ‘hard launch’ of yours and Charles’ relationship, from this point you were allowed to start posting clear images of each other - but you had been begging the team to have a proper meeting about your reveal but Mattia kept pushing it, delaying and delaying until it was too ‘inconvenient’ because of the race weekend and the focus would now be on the upcoming race instead of you. Instead, you were told to just keep your head down and focus on your performance on and off the track as both Charles’ girlfriend and as Thirty.

Your jaw felt tight as you pulled your Ferrari polo over your head, Charles humming softly behind you as he gathered his things for the day - in seemingly much higher spirits than you. The car had performed well during testing and so his hopes were high for a good result in the first race. “Are you nearly ready to go, y/n?”

“Yeah, of course. Just need to grab my bag… I dropped most of my stuff off at the motorhome yesterday.” You smiled, taking his hand as he offered it to you. “You ready for quali?”

“I’m actually buzzed.” He said, grinning and pulling you closer. “Starting the season off with a new car and with the best girl at my side?”

You rolled your eyes playfully. “Charles, I’ve been at your side for years.”

He playfully narrowed his gaze, lifting his hand to cup your jaw - leaning in and pressing a gentle kiss to your lips. “You know what I mean, don’t be a tease. I’m sorry that they keep dismissing your meeting, I know it must be getting frustrating.”

“You have no idea.” You sighed softly. “And I want to talk to them about us as well… I don’t know if they’ll want to handle this differently now there’s real feelings involved.”

“Well, either way I’m here for you. I know I say this a lot but I like you and regardless of what they say I can see a future for us.”

“Those are some big words, Charles… you really think about the future like that?” He could tell your voice was timid, that you were unsure.

The Monaco native simply nodded. “Not to scare you off or anything. I know it’s quick to say it but I’ve always felt strongly for you and this whole situation has just cemented it for me.”

“It doesn’t. I’ve just… I’ve just been alone for so long it feels strange to have someone who wants to stay in my life long term…”

The fact your admission didn’t shock Charles broke his heart- having the career you did, didn’t allow people to get close and those who were lucky enough to be in your life, like your father, were nowhere. He wanted to be that person for you, the person you could always turn to even if the rest of the world seemed to turn its back.

“Well, you’re stuck me with me for as long as you want me around.” He spoke softly, almost as if he was scared that his voice could break you if he raised it.

You gave him a gentle smile before the two of you head out to the paddock for qualifying day - they wanted to use you and Charles coming together as a distraction from the Thirty rumours, so you complied. You knew biting back would just result in them pushing your meeting further and further but you just couldn’t afford to get sued either. You were under their thumb, so for now you had to let them play their cards before you showed yours.

Although you knew yours and Charles' relationship was F1’s worst kept secret, you were surprised just how many people seemed to care when you stepped into the paddock hand-in-hand. Your teammate seemed used to it, chatting idly away to you as you made your way to the Ferrari motorhome but you couldn’t help but sense every single pair of eyes that fell on you.

“Look at the lovebirds, so cute!” You turned at the sound of Carlos’ voice - his Redbull teammate not too far behind. “I approve of this pairing.”

“That fast, huh?” You teased.

“I’m just surprised it took you so long.” Max chimed in. “We’ve all known each other for nearly 2 decades at this point… so if anything, this is slow.”

“Carlos didn’t know us.” You corrected. “It was really nice to spend time with everyone in Bali though, I felt really welcomed.”

The two Redbull drivers both gave you kind smiles, your childhood friend went to speak again but they were ushered away by their coaches - wanting to get them ready for free practice. You would have to disappear into your mask for the next few hours, put on your persona - visor down, race suit on. Charles gave you one more kiss on the cheek before ushering you into the motorhome, making it seem as if you were simply a couple spending some time apart. But you were subtly guided into your driver's room to get ready yourself.

You just wanted this weekend over with.

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You and Charles sandwiched Max on the grid when the race finally rolled around, the Champion’s teammate beside you on the second row. You knew Redbull were going to be tough to beat, their car seemed significantly better than last year and with Mercedes seemingly struggling the fight was going to be between you and them. Your third championship was within reach and you were going to fight tooth and nail to get it - not letting your relationship with Charles sway that. Sure, you wanted him to win his first but at the end of the day, you’d be lying if you said you didn’t want that feeling again.

It was dark as you sat in the cockpit of your car, eyes flickering across the track in front of you as the team worked on your car. Your race engineer repeated race strategy over the comms to you and you simply nodded along - tapping your fingers on your steering wheel.

Charles walked past your car and patted the halo lightly, sending you a smile before heading to his own car - race helmet hanging from his fingers. His fireproofs clung to his figure and you couldn’t help but study his figure; his broad shoulders into his little waist - it was crazy the way some of these men were built and the Monegasque was no exception to that. There were many times during your trip that you wanted to throw caution to the wind and just have your way with him. But you needed to behave, as much as you wanted to enjoy these new feelings with him, getting another Championship was at the front of your mind.

As the cars circled the track in the formation lap, your mind cleared of everything - it was the first race of the season and you were determined to make it the best one yet. If you were going to take your helmet off some day soon, you had to make sure everyone remembered why you had the seat in the first place. You deserved to be here and you had to prove that to yourself and everyone else.

You pulled up to your grid spot, angling your car in just a way to get the best start. And with one more deep breath, the lights began to count down.

“It’s lights out and away we go.”

The first race of the season and you’d got a 1-2, the absolute perfect start - it couldn’t have gone any better, especially with both Redbull cars not finishing the race. As soon as you stepped out of the car, Charles wrapped you up in a hug - his strong arms squeezing you tight. “We did it!”

You held in your laughter knowing there were cameras nearby that could pick up audio and gave him a squeeze back. A warm touch was placed on your shoulder and you turned to see the kind eyes of none other than Lewis, the Redbull DNF meant he was joining you both on the podium - he’d been one of your biggest rivals the last few years but he always had nothing but kind words to say about you, even in during your toughest battles.

“Amazing race today, Thirty. Just saw a clip of your overtake on Checo before he went out, so smooth.” He smiled, his gaze flickering across your helmet.

It took everything in you not to thank him, so you simply gave his hand a firm shake. He gave you an understanding smile and went back over to his team. You could see the media hoping you’d come over for a post-race interview but before you could even think about it you were ushered straight inside to wait for the podium. Their fear you would reveal the secret was becoming larger each day, especially with the speculation - so any time they could get you away from the press they would.

“You didn’t say anything out there did you?” Your handler spoke up, you shook your head. “You didn’t do anything that would give you away?”

They were the standard questions he asked after every race, but more than ever they irked you - you’d been doing this for years, they just never trusted you. You bit your tongue and nodded again, wanting nothing more than to take your helmet off and run out on the podium.

“Good. Now, you know the next bit - go out, get your trophy, champagne and then back to your room.”

A stray tear rolled down your cheek, the worst part of it all was not being able to celebrate with your team after the race. Share your achievement with the people who had helped you get there. It broke your heart. Sure, they had Charles’ win to celebrate this time but when it had just been you on the podium you watched them all cheer without you. This time however, you were caught a little by surprise when on the podium, Charles’ hand came up to rest on the side of your helmet - it was just for a moment but the way he looked at you made your heart skip a beat. And with no nearby mics to pick up any audio he leant in and whispered.

“Champagne in your room after this.”

You were so glad to be wearing your helmet because your cheeks flushed as dark as your race suit. God, I wish I could kiss you right now. You were brought back into the moment as your visor was coated in champagne by Lewis, the Brit smiling big as he tipped the bottle over your helmet. You returned the favour by spraying him directly in the chest - savouring the moment of celebration before you were locked away.

It was then you decided to put your toe across the line, as the three of you stepped off the podium and out away from the cameras - you turned to Lewis, approaching him before your handler could haul you away. “Thank you. For everything… I-”

Before you could get another word out, your handler grabbed you by the wrist and dragged you away - not before you managed to get a look at Lewis’ reaction. His face had split into a big smile. “Thank you as well!”

You were practically shoved into your room by your handler, who slammed the door behind you. “What the fuck was that? You know the terms of your contract, y/n. Are you trying to get sued?!”

“All I said was thank you.” You said calmly, finally pulling your helmet off. “The media knows I’m a woman so what’s the harm in saying thank you to Lewis? I could still be anyone.”

His jaw clenched. “You better hope he says nothing or else this will have big consequences.”

He left the room in a huff when you didn’t respond, simply slumping on the sofa - letting your head roll back onto the back. Your eyes fluttered closed as you finally took a moment to yourself to be happy with your result. P2 in the first race of the season. If this is how the rest of it was going to be then maybe your third championship really was possible.

“Knock knock.” Charles pushed open the door just enough to come into the room with a bottle of champagne, locking it behind him. “As promised… felt wrong celebrating without you.”

Your teammate sat beside you, offering you the bottle of which you took a large sip. “That was, uh, cool what you did… with Lewis.”

“Could’ve fucked my entire career but-” You shrugged. “Honestly, fuck it. I’ve raced him my entire career… I would’ve said more if-”

Charles chuckled and draped an arm across your shoulders, letting your head rest against him. “You said plenty. You have no idea how much that meant to Lewis, he was absolutely buzzing. Giggling like a little school girl.”

That made you smile. “Oh, good… I really… I don’t regret doing it, I know Lewis understands what I’m going through - I trust him to keep his cool around the press even if I don’t have to ask.”

“Cheers to that.”

You tilted your head to look at him, his green eyes already directed at you. His hand came up once again but this time could rest on your skin - his thumb brushing across your cheek before he pressed a chaste but meaningful kiss to your lips. Your eyes fluttered closed as you savoured the feeling, chasing his lips as he pulled back - just enough where you could feel his breath against your skin.

“...be mine?”

You let out a breathless chuckle. “Am I not already?”

He scoffed playfully. “You’re such a tease, mon amour… please, be my girlfriend… for real.”

“Mhmm, pretty boy. Love when you beg” You giggled softly, pressing your lips to his. “I’d love to be your girlfriend, Charles.”

You weren't sure what response you expected but he simply rested his forehead against yours, his hand still resting on your jaw - a small, soft smile on his face. “I really like you, y/n. And no matter what happens with your career, I’ve got your back. You’ve been through hell and back for this team and I won’t let them tarnish your reputation.”

“Thank you… and just for the record, I really like you too.”

A knock on the door summoning Charles to the media pen brought you both back to reality, and with one more kiss he left the room - allowing you to turn on the TV just in time to catch none other than Lewis in front of the camera.

“Congrats on your first podium of the season, Lewis, how are you feeling?”

He nodded eagerly. “Really good, I’m really happy - I know the Redbulls not finishing definitely played its part and we have some work to do with the car but yeah I’m very happy with the result.”

“You had some nice words for Thirty after the race, did they give you anything?”

You chewed nervously at the skin around your fingers but just as you predicted Lewis simply shook his head. “Nothing. They’re as elusive as ever.”

“Thank god.” You mumbled, finally deciding to strip out of your race suit and back into your polo shirt - putting your admin disguise back on before your handler finally decided to send someone to let you out of your room.

When you entered the garage, you started helping pack away - post-race was always the most frustrating for you. To blend in they insisted you do the extra work, but you were exhausted - you’d just done nearly 60 laps of a grand prix and then they expected you to do grunt work too? It was almost as if Charles could hear your internal monologue because he came up behind you, leaning across your shoulder to press a kiss to your cheek.

“My girl… let’s get you out of here, hmm?” His voice was low. “You’ve worked hard enough.”

You let out a sigh of relief, turning to face him. “You read my mind, my hero.”

He lent in and kissed you, his hand finding its home on your jaw - feeling bolder about his affections now you were official outside of the contract. You had almost forgotten that this had all started off as fake but was now very real. He wasn’t kissing you because he had to, he was kissing you because he wanted to. And you were still trying to wrap your head around it all - but while you did, you were going to enjoy every second of it.

When you pulled back from the kiss, you locked eyes with your PR manager who gave you a thumbs up.

“I almost don’t want to tell them it’s real.” You scoffed lightly, taking his hand to tug him out of the garage. “Let them just think we’re really good actors.”

The Monaco native chuckled softly from beside you, squeezing your hand. You were hoping to escape from the paddock, so you kept your head down - your Ferrari cap blocking your face but alas, you were walking next to Charles bloody Leclerc so it was never going to be easy. He was very quickly distracted by some fans at the barriers, stopping to sign and take photos. You waited patiently, playing the role of a good girlfriend, but let your eyes scan the rest of the paddock.

You turned your head when you felt eyes on you - Lewis’ intense gaze had fixated on you from across the way as Bono spoke to him. The cogs turning in his brain were almost visible - like he was putting the pieces together. You gave him a shy wave and he gave you a two finger salute before nodding towards a small passage between two of the Mercedes motorhomes.

“U-Uhm, I’ll be back in a second, Charles.” Your boyfriend acknowledged you with a simple smile, allowing you to slip away towards the former Champion.

It felt bizarre, sneaking into a darkened alleyway with Lewis Hamilton but you were intrigued by what he had to say. There was barely a foot between you as you stood with your back to the wall, his eyes studying you through long lashes. You could feel your heart pounding in your chest.

“...it’s you isn’t it.” His voice was quiet, eyes boring into yours. “You’re Thirty.”

You pressed your lips into a line and he raised a challenging brow, daring you to deny it. “How did you figure it out?”

His smile alone was worth it. “I could never forget your voice… I can’t believe it’s really you.”

There was a different look in his eyes, as if he was really seeing you for the very first time - his rival, his fellow driver. “I… I have so much I want to say to you, y/n. Maybe we can have a proper talk sometime? I’ll give you my number…”

You were collecting Champion’s phone numbers like pokemon cards at this point - after giving you his number and making him text you so he had yours he placed his hand on your shoulder and gave it a gentle squeeze, not too dissimilar from the one he’d given you after the race. “It was nice to meet you for real, y/n. Don’t be a stranger.”

It took a moment for you to catch your breath before you returned to Charles who had finally drawn away from the fans to offer you his hand - frowning a little when he saw the clearly exasperated look on your face. “Everything okay?”

You dragged him back to the car, letting out a deep breath - the driver still staring at you with concern. “Lewis knows.”

“...fucking hell. I saw him in the media pen, he didn’t say anything. Reckon you can still trust him?” He asked, placing a hand on your thigh.

“Don’t think I have a choice.” You chuckled nervously. “So that's you, Sebastian, Max and Lewis… Do you think anyone else is suspicious of me?”

“If they are, they’ve not said anything to me.”

The car park was slowly beginning to empty as the rest of the grid made their way to their cars and bikes. You studied each of them, Fernando, Esteban… Yuki… Valtteri… any one of them could suspect you but you’d never know. You let your eyes return to Charles who still had a worried look on his face, so you lent across and pressed a deep kiss to his lips - this time he was the one chasing you as you pulled back; his chest rising and falling and the green of his eyes almost hidden in its entirely by the depth of his pupils.

“How about…” You said, feeling breathless yourself. “...we go back to our hotel and celebrate our podium.”

His eyes widened a little. “You mean-”

“Oh, I mean…”

You lent in, your hand brushing up his thigh as you whispered absolute filth into his ear - you could practically feel his heart racing as you cupped the back of his neck to kiss him once again. Charles had to fight every urge to pull you into his lap and take you right here in the car park but you deserved more for your first time together. He moved back again and started the engine. you gave him a playful smile.

“Take me home, Winner.”

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BEFORE I LET GO | 2.2K

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♡ toji fushiguro x fem! reader

relationships are hard enough when there are no stakes, but it’s even harder when you’re dating your best friend’s father. you never expected things to get more difficult than that, but when you only have 24 hours before you’re on the other side of the world, you can’t help but wonder if such a relationship can even last.

♡ warnings/tags! toji is like early 40’s here and the reader is like early 20’s, toji is megumi’s dad, reader is studying abroad, public sex, sex in the woods lol, unprotected sex, fingering, kinda angsty but not toooo bad

“C’mon, relax.”

Your eyes are still stuck to the car floor, nails lightly scraping your skin as your boyfriend's words kind of wash over you. Tomorrow, you'll be miles away from him for what feels like forever, and it's all you can think about. You try to hold off on the waterworks until you're on the plane or, better yet, not in the same room as Toji, but the reality of being apart hits you hard.

Trying is pointless now, so you give up. You chew your lip as hot tears silently make their way down your cheeks, and you attempt to distract your mind. Your stomach's in knots, your head's pounding from all the stress you've been wrestling with. God, you weren't prepared for this. Breathing feels like a neverending chore, and you’re fucking sick of it. Feels like you’ve been on a rollercoaster and you might vomit any minute now. Just when you're lost in that sensation, Toji's fingers on your thigh draw you back until you’re focused on him.

He stole a glance at your pitiful state and scowled. “You’re gonna make yourself sick. Stop.”

He's shattered, just like you. Despite his efforts to hold it together and keep you grounded, there's something in you that senses he's crumbling on the inside. You nod, letting out a sigh. "I'm sorry. Fuck, I'm sorry," you groan, smacking your palm against your forehead a few times. "I’m just scared. I'm so damn scared, Toji, I don't know what to do."

You remember being so excited when the topic of studying abroad first came to your mind. Having been sheltered most of your life, you figured it was time to get out there and go a little wild once you graduated, but you never expected to fall in love along the way.

Especially not with your best friend’s father.

Right now, you should be with him. Both of you should be smoking in his room and flipping through pictures of you both in middle school, but instead, you’re with his fucking father. It’s almost sick to you how big of a secret you’ve been keeping from your closest companion, but you knew it’d kill him if he ever found out about your relationship—and it’s not like you blamed him either. If you’d been close to someone for this long and you found out she was fucking your father, you know you’d raise hell so this was no difference.

“Tell me what’s on your mind, baby,” he said, cutting the silence with his deep voice. “Just tell me what’s going on up there, pretty girl.” He kept his eyes on the road, steering with one hand while the other stayed solid on your thigh. For as long as you’ve known the man, he’s always been a stoic man who never had an issue with staying calm, but the grip he had on the wheel was a new side of him.

After a while, you spoke with a meek and broken voice. "I just... God, I don't want to leave you. You understand that, right?" You gazed out of the window, watching as Toji navigated through a path in the dark forests of your city. It was the last time you'd be able to visit your spot for a few years. "And Megumi, too. I feel like such a bitch for what I'm doing to him, Toji. I shouldn't... we shouldn't be doing this."

He just stayed silent, pulling into a parking area not too deep in the forest. Once he stopped the car, he breathed out a heavy sigh before hanging his head for a minute to think, retracting his large hand from your thigh. “Fuck, I know. I know how you feel, I do,” Toji started, shutting his eyes tight. “I know because I feel the same. But there’s nothing wrong with you falling in love with someone, is there? Father or not, it shouldn’t matter.”

“Maybe, but you know how this looks for us…” You looked into his dark green eyes, the shining jade pigment sending a wave of relief through your tired body. The vibrant hue held a deep, almost mystical quality, reminiscent of emeralds bathed in sunlight. Flecks of darker green and hints of gold danced within, creating an intricate pattern that seemed to shift with every blink. He’s so fucking beautiful. You couldn’t begin to comprehend just how much you’d miss seeing him every night. How much you’d miss sneaking around and kissing those beautiful scarred lips. There was nothing okay with falling in love with your best friend’s dad, but you couldn’t help it. You never asked for this.

Toji nodded, his gaze focused on you. “I know, but let's not dwell on this anymore,” he murmured, his hand gently squeezing your arm. “Tonight, I just want us to be together peacefully, okay? We can tackle the tough stuff another time.” With that, he left the car, walking over to your size to let you out as well.

Your last night together.

The least you could do was let it be peaceful. The walk to your favorite river was painfully slow, consisting of you trudging behind Toji and dragging your feet almost slothfully. The only light illuminating your path was the soft glow of the moon, making it a little difficult to find your way in the beginning but you soon found yourself standing in front of a steep river. Memories of your first night here with Toji resurfaced, causing a small grin to twitch on your face. It was a night for a lot of firsts. Your first kiss, your first time… it was an easier time.

Everything seemed so simple then.

Toji sat by the river, stretching his legs until his shoes nearly touched the dark, glowing water. He glanced up at you, observing as you settled down beside him, crossing your legs. A soft sigh escaped you as you gazed ahead, tuning in to the gentle flow of the water. You yearned to be like the river—serene, a graceful body of water simply existing peacefully. No struggles or worries, just living.

“Fuck, baby,” Toji finally groaned, playfully bumping his shoulder into yours. “I’m gonna miss you so much. You better call me every day,” he demanded, a small grin stretching on his lips despite the inner turmoil he was still feeling. No matter how lonely he’d be without you, all he wanted was for you to achieve the dream you’d been thinking about for years now. It was time for you to break free from the cocoon your parents had trapped you in and live a little.

“You better not start getting too friendly with other girls,” you teased, narrowing your eyes at him. At that, Toji laughed hard before smashing his lips against your soft ones. He let out a gentle noise, his hand reaching to squeeze your waist before he hesitantly pulled away.

“Doesn’t matter if you’re gone for two years or two decades. You know you’re not gettin’ rid of me that easily.” He clasped your hand, giving it a tight squeeze before pressing it gently to his lips, his rough scar grazing your skin. Regardless of the complexities in your relationship, the thought of living without him was unimaginable. He wasn't just Megumi's father anymore; he belonged to you. The distance of the ocean couldn't alter that.

“Besides,” he continued, pulling you into his lap. “We’ll always have holidays, won’t we? This isn’t over. We aren’t over.” His lips were on you moments after, moving in a slow but messy harmony. Small grunts escaped you both as his tongue forced itself into your mouth, tangling with yours. Strings of saliva began escaping, dripping down your chin and neck - but you didn’t care. You couldn’t. It would be like a million eternities before you were able to feel him against you like this again.

Finally, you pulled away, your bottom lip glossy with his saliva as you panted softly. Tomorrow, you’d be in a place making your way across the ocean for two whole years.

You only had tonight.

“Right here, Toji,” you started, quickly pulling your shirt over your head before you finished explaining. “Need you right now. We don’t have long, so just… just take me now,” you rushed, pressing kisses to his neck and lips.

You lay down on the grass, pushing your skirt up to expose your black panties, body aching for his gentle touch. Toji wasted no time in getting your panties down to your ankles and then to the ground, his thick fingers pressing against your clit. He sighed, dragging the tip of his middle and ring finger through your slick folds, starting from your clit and then down to your entrance.

Slowly, he eased those fingers inside, burying them as deep as he could before pulling them out, witnessing how soaked you were. “I bet she’s gonna miss me the most, huh?” He asked rhetorically before slowly thrusting his slick-coated digits into your heated depths, listening for every moan and whimper you blessed his ears with.

“Yeah… don’t know what I’m gonna do without your tongue or fingers,” you rasped, rolling your hips as he pumped his hand inside, moving down to lick and kiss your sensitive neck. He continues moving against your bumpy walls, his darkened eyes watching you in the moonlight. You were always such a wreck for him and so easily too.

His fingers suddenly curled his fingers upwards, pressing into that spongy spot that you both loved so much. With trembling legs, you began subconsciously attempting to close your thighs but he wouldn’t allow it. It was embarrassing hearing your own soaked pussy being fingered and it was showing too. Your cheeks and body felt even hotter now, making you turn your head away from him. Your back arched off the ground as you began twitching around him, a wave of heat filling your lower abdomen as you began to get closer.

Closer…

“Oh, no,” Toji teased with a chuckle as he quickly retracted his soaked digits, sucking your juices from them without caring about how dirty the action was. “When you cum, I wanna feel it.”

You pouted, perching yourself on your elbows. “Asshole.”

Toji only smirked, unzipping his black jeans slowly before pulling his hardened cock out. He hissed from the feeling of his fingers on his neglected cock, squeezing his length in an attempt to replicate how you’d feel around him. It was almost too much now; The ache between your legs, the tears still threatening to fall from your eyes, and the way your boyfriend felt as he began sliding inside of you

He groaned, bottoming out against your cervix with practiced ease. His cock was throbbing inside of you, making it difficult for you to not cum on the spot. His hands found their way to your hips, his nails sinking into your skin as he began thrusting inside. He dragged his cock against your soaked walls, setting a slow, but deep pace. Embarrassment is clear on your features from the way your body reacts to him so perfectly. Like even your body knows you are his now and forever. He pulled out almost completely before pushing back in, intoxicated by the sounds of your moans. “Oh, baby, fuck,” he whispered with a rough voice as he threw his head back, pounding into your abused cunt even harder. “You feel so fuckin’ good… gonna miss this pussy so much.”

The sound of his hips meeting yours made him twitch inside of you again. “But she’s all mine, right? This cunt,” he rasped, emphasizing his words by pulling out and thrusting into you roughly. “belongs to me. Say it.”

“All yours, Toji. Don’t want anyone else,” you cried out into his neck as his fingers pinched your sensitive clit, dragging a loud moan from the depths of your throat.

“There you go, pretty girl. Give it to me. Show me how much that pretty pussy belongs to me,” he praised, taking your button between his fingers as he stroked it, coaxing an orgasm from you. It wasn’t long before his heavy balls were tight and sensitive, revealing how ready he was to finally pump his seed inside of you.

With a loud moan, you came hard around his cock, your pussy tightening on him so much, you almost pushed him out. His eyebrows furrowed as he focused on his own orgasm, basking in the way you gripped his cock like your pussy couldn’t possibly live without it ‐ like you were fucking made to be fucked by his cock. He thrust inside of you a few more times, his strokes lazy and uncoordinated as he finally spilled his hot, white liquid all over your bumpy walls.

“Making a mess all over my cock,” he growled, burying himself to your hilt before pulling out, denying you the feeling of fullness. He collapsed beside you, both of you panting, sweating messes. There was nothing scarier than losing the one man you truly loved, but if your relationship was meant to be, you knew it’d last. “Such a good girl…”You turned your head to look at his barely visible state with a gentle smile.

Everything would be okay because you were his and he was yours.

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iinsertblognamee · 9 months

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i think i might love you

summary ― sam and y/n were friends, best friends.

pairing ― sam kerr x reader

warning/s ― fluff

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You had known Sam since childhood. Your houses were just across the street from each other. You were inseparable, whether it was playing soccer in the backyard, helping each other with homework (you helping Sam), or sharing your deepest thoughts on Sam’s balcony on moonlit nights. To the world, you both were simply best friends, but beneath the surface, there was an unspoken affection that you both cherished in the private corners of your hearts.

Morning would break with you sending Sam a ‘Good Morning Sunshine!’ text, and Sam would ping back instantly, always awake before you (waiting patiently for your text), a ‘Morning, Butterfly <3’ would follow. Most mornings the pair of you would meet for a morning jog, soccer becoming a big part of both your lives. Both of you are set to join the national team (If all goes well). You loved the morning jogs with Sam, as did Sam. Each of you secretly relished the nearly innocent physical contact during stretching exercises. Although you both had your affections on the tip of your tongues, neither was none the smarter about the other’s feelings.

An understanding that you were just friends.

The morning jogs only kept the sanctuary for so long, school taking you away from your secret moments. In public, there was a careful distance you both meticulously maintained. Neither wanted to fuel the neighbourhood gossip who were always waiting for a sliver of juicy news. At school, you would part ways. Classes break you both apart, waiting for the rings of the bell to indicate recess and lunch.

Soccer dominated your recess and lunch, the pair of you playing with the boys (beating them time and time again). The celebratory hugs were purely platonic and if it took one of the boys yelling at the two of you to hurry up - well that didn’t mean anything.

The offer came in 2009. Both your lives drastically changing. No longer were you the two girls from East Fremantle playing against the boys at school but you were placed on a national (and international) playing field. Playing with professionals over twice your age.

Sam cheered you on as you made your debut against Italy, and you cheered her on a week later as she ran onto that field. Although the scoreboard wasn’t what you were hoping for, that didn’t seem to matter when the two of you landed back in Perth - both your families waiting with signs of celebration for the two of you.

Roxanne and your mum shared a knowing glance, as you and Sam reluctantly let go of each other's hand to say hello to your families. The day followed into the night, both families over at Sam’s place. The barbeque going on, and music playing in the background as the kids played against the adults in a (not so) friendly game of soccer.

Nobody blinked an eye when you ran up to Sam after she scored a goal, her arms wrapping around your body as she lifted you up in the air and spun you around - the world around the pair of you disappearing.

Back to school, the two of you still separate in classes, although strategic planning created perfectly timed bathroom breaks throughout classes. Those few extra minutes taking you over to recess and lunch.

The reality was, you were both completely and utterly smitten. It was more than a crush, deeper than simple words could express.

The Women’s League came and went, with Perth Glory coming 6th overall. Both you and Sam scored goals for your team. And although it wasn’t the first place you were hoping for - you got something better.

The two of you had been placed as bunkmates during the travel, sharing hotel after hotel (not that either of you were complaining). In the sanctity of privacy, between the wins and losses, you both had poured your hearts out to each other, discussing dreams, fears and aspirations while lying side by side on the hotel rooftop decks, lost under the blanket of stars. This was your special meeting place, where secrets were traded, emotions uncovered, and feelings assured.

It had been a special evening, you had scored the winning goal against Adelaide United, the high from that flowing through the night. Sam had managed to sneak in your favourite soft drink, both of you passing the bottle between the two of you. You had been watching Sam’s lips move as she spoke, her hands going all over the place with excitement. It took a few moments to realise she had stopped speaking, your eyes moving away from her lips to see the glint in her eyes.

“Caught you staring Y/L” A smirk covers her lips, as you shake your head. Moving your attention towards the starry night once more. She lifted herself up, her body leaning over so her face was directly facing yours.

“What?” titling your head, as your eyebrows frown a little. She sends a smile, before bringing herself back next to you on her back. “Nothin”

You hesitate for a moment, debating internally if you should finally confess your feelings. You feel warmth in your hand and realise that Sam has clasped her hand into yours.

It was enough.

“Sam, promise you won’t get weirded out?”

Sam gave you a small squeeze, enough reassurance for what you were about to say next.

“I think” you pause, taking a deep breath before continuing “I think I’m in love with you, Sam”

The silence was loud, her grip tightening around yours. A thousand thoughts raced through both of your minds, her heart beating with relief. This was her moment. She had been talking with her mum about this for months. Maybe her mum was right when told her to just ask you out.

“I think I’m in love with you too”

The kiss was fast, a quick peck as you both pulled away, blush covering both your cheeks as shy smiles appeared.

Christmas and New Year came and went, the pair of you sharing your midnight kiss with each other before Sam’s sister walked in on the two of you - screaming “I knew it!” over and over again as she ran off to both your families.

You two shared a look before bursting out into giggles.

That didn't take long.

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bp-zb1fics · 1 year

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My heart keeps on

pairing: na kamden x secret s/o reader

pronouns: none used

genre: canonverse (finale), angst ish, fluff

tw/tags: long distance relationship, very emo in general, a lot of tears LIKE A LOT, you surprise kamden twice, citing ep 12 as my ref for all this, kinda secret relationship, realities of dating a trainee/idol, reunions so more emo, cuddles, cheek kissing, using a pic as a page break, yes the title is fr kam’s rap in switch ty for noticing 💜

wc: 2178

summary: kamden hasn’t seen you in over a year. you surprise him.

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“Star Creator, we always thank you and love you!”

They wrap up the pajama party livestream, thanking the staff and staying to chat as the cameras are switched off. (Or so they think, lol)

“The vibe was pretty good,” Kamden tells Matthew. The other boy agreeing instantly.

“I think we were able to show new sides of ourselves.”

Suddenly the staff play a recording, surprising them all. It’s video messages from Star creators all over the world for them to watch. Kamden grabs a fluffy pillow as he watches everyone slowly get emotional. Seungeon cries. Zhang Hao cries. Yujin cries. Almost everyone is crying.

Kamden gets a message from a fan in Norway, which is pretty cool. Then, something he never expected happens. He recognises your voice before he even realises it’s you.

“Kamden, annyeong~”

The pillow falls off his lap.

It’s you. It’s really you. You who he hasn’t been able to video call in a few days because of practice and your schedule and the time difference. He almost calls out your name but it sits tight in his throat, unable to reach you.

You’re on screen, wearing one of the shirts you’ve stolen from him, holding onto the plushie he bought for you at that silly little shop after you insisted it looked like him. God, he hasn’t seen you in over a year.

“Dude, you okay?” Jay asks him softly.

He must look like an idiot, eyes blown wide, mouth slightly open, hanging onto every word that comes out of your mouth.

“I’ve been watching Boy’s Planet since the teasers were released. And you’ve always been my favourite.”

Kamden knows. You’ve been spamming your chat with him with all these little clips from the PR videos to the behind the scenes footage. Screenshots of you voting for him on the Mnet+ app, comments you’ve left on his fancam videos, even the funny memes you found of him on Twitter all greet him when he opens his phone after practice.

Hope my favourite trainee is doing well and staying healthy! Take care of yourself and know I’m always rooting for you! I love and miss you so much! Hoping for your debut!

Your messages are his favourite. And speaking of:

“I’ve made a little compilation of photos right here. I hope you like how I decorated them, I really tried my best~”

All the trainees ooh and ahh over the handmade album you bring up to the screen compiled with photos of him from the program and cute little notes and stickers. Kamden can’t move, can’t talk.

Because that’s your album, the one you had insisted on starting when he and you began dating. He knows that if you flipped to the other pages, it would be full of photos of both of you, dates, anniversaries, birthdays, holidays, awards that either of you might have won, events that were important to you or him or both of you, everything carefully labelled. It was one of your favourite things to print out all the photos and he’d help you decorate them.

He can’t believe you kept that up after he left for Korea.

“You’ve stood out to me in every performance. You’re so talented and so many people are cheering you on so please remember to have confidence in yourself.” Your voice wavers a little towards the end of the sentence and as slight as it is, he catches that. He knows you.

Kamden only registers the wetness on his cheeks when the tears are already going, fast and furious. He reaches up, trying to dab them away gently with his sleeve. On screen, you blink rapidly and he knows you’re trying your best not to cry either. Even thousands of miles away, on a video you probably recorded weeks ago, you and him are still in sync. Maybe the rest of the trainees don’t see it but he does. Of course he does.

“I hope you take care of yourself always. Make sure to eat enough and get enough rest. I’ll be voting for you everyday so just do your best in practice and performing and us Star Creators will take care of the rest. We’ll support you so you can achieve your dream of debuting~”

To everyone else, you were just a particularly supportive fan. But to Kamden, you were his person, the one he was devoted to and he can’t help it, sobbing a little into his sleeve. Several pats on the back as the other trainees around him try to comfort him. He can’t help but cry even more. Why were you so far away? Why couldn’t you be here where he could hug you and kiss you and just be with you?

“Na Kamden hwaiting! Saranghae~”

That’s it. He turns and buries his face fully into his hands as if doing that would soak up all the tears that won’t stop coming. Matthew and Jay have scooted over, voices overlapping as they rub his shoulders and back and ask what’s wrong. Even Zhang Hao’s hovering a little on the side, equally concerned.

Maybe he’ll say something later, when there are no mics and no cameras. He’s been training for years and you’ve both agreed that in a career like the one he aspires to get into, keeping it quiet would be the best. Idols don’t date. Idols don’t have a significant other in a whole other country that they call when they can find free time. Even when it comes to casual conversation where there isn’t a camera directly trained on them, Kamden just doesn’t say anything.

They do ask him later. And when he says you’re a close friend he hasn’t seen in awhile, their faces light up in recognition. He leaves it at that.

You walk into the arena with a little trepidation.

It’s all been a blur. Packing your things, flying to Korea, meeting up with Kamden’s mom and brother who have been kind enough to get you a ticket pass for the family section. Of course, he has no idea you’re even here.

You’re quite a bit more nervous about surprising him than you thought. While you’d give anything to see him again, it was a little risky in such a public venue with so many people watching and cameras everywhere filming almost any angle. Maybe you can be discreet enough if you do break down but Kamden’s on stage, the spotlights bright and on him. Fans are probably filming him on their own devices.

At this point, you’ll just have to trust your boyfriend to keep his reactions to a believable level. You don’t stand too close to his family, trying to keep your distance but also staying near enough that you’d be in the same general direction if Kamden glanced your way.

You end up on the side, along with a few other people who seem to be dressed as discreetly as you, masks on too. The looks you exchange seem to come to a general understanding of why you’re all here and who you’re here for.

Kamden doesn’t notice you when the Top 18 first file in. You don’t expect him to but you see him though. There’s a growing knot in your stomach, emotions welling up from actually seeing him not through a screen but so close that you could walk on stage and touch him. You don’t do that, of course. But still, he’s so near that it almost hurts not being able to throw yourself into his arms for a hug.

You’ve wanted this so much, especially after more than a year of not seeing him. But right now, you feel frozen. You only watch as they start getting into positions for the signal song. Fans are cheering, even the family members and friends of the trainees are calling out words of support. Still, your voice sticks to your throat, as much as you want to shout out, something keeps you from doing it.

Good thing Kamden’s brother does it for you. It probably surprises you and his mom more than it should but who can blame you when he almost never does that? Kamden’s surprised too, maybe it’s a twin thing but he immediately stands up straighter looking for where his brother’s voice is coming from.

And then he sees you.

His eyes meet yours and they widen considerably. His mouth even drops open a little. You’re smiling so much and you’re sure it shows from how your eyes crinkle, just a little glossy. But you’re not going to cry just yet. Instead, you wave at him. He can’t do much more than give a little wave back before they seem to be ready to start filming.

Suddenly, your heart feels just a little lighter. You step back and watch him dance the signal song. You’ve seen him do it a thousand times, every time you stream his video. It feels so surreal, being able to see it like this, right in front of you. When the song ends, you see his eyes flick back in your direction, searching for your face. When he finds it, his expression brightens.

It’s amazing, watching someone you love do what they love. Sure, you’ve seen Kamden dance, you’ve gotten him to sing and even rap for you a little before. But it’s different with the stage and the lights and the crowd and he looks so comfortable there. You laugh when you see the Jelly Pop teaser, maybe you’ll get him to wear that dress again, just so you can get photos. The final song is almost bittersweet and you try your best but a few tears do slip out.

He’s messaged you about barely making it to the finale, you’ve monitored the program, watched his rank. You both know his chances are slim. But they’re possible. Still, he’s told you that he’s prepared for the equal possibility of not debuting. His company should have plans, he assured you. You watch him walk over to every one of his fellow trainees who’ve made it to debut, offering hugs and congratulating them. And as the number of spots dwindle, you keep your hopes up but you begin to accept it as well.

By the time they’ve called third, you watch as he walks over to Matthew, one of the trainees he’s closest with from what he’s told you. Maybe he lingers a little longer. Maybe you catch his eyes as he looks over. Hwaiting! You mouth, shaking your fists a little in encouragement. The emotions are swirling inside you. When the camera pans over to him, he’s teary eyed, covering his face the way he always does when he gets like that. You can’t help it. The emotions are starting to spill over and you breathe between the occasional tears.

After they announce the ninth place, everything suddenly starts moving so fast and so slow. They wrap up filming. The audience begins to file out. The cameras switch off one by one. You go backstage.

When he walks in, mic gone, still in that uniform that you keep teasing about, you don’t hold back. His arms wrap around you and you fall into him, holding him so tightly you wish you didn’t need to let go. And then both of you start crying.

“I missed you so much, Kam.” You’re holding onto the fabric of his jacket, gripping at it so desperately you’re almost afraid it might rip.

“Why didn’t you tell me you were coming?” He manages, his head somehow buried on your shoulder, tears soaking the cloth of your shirt.

“Surprise?” It comes out weak, a little shaky as you both laugh brokenly through your sobs.

“I can’t believe you’re here.” He holds you even tighter, like he’s afraid you might fade into thin air.

“I’ll be here for a while.” You tell him. “I wish I could’ve come sooner but-”

“It’s okay seriously, you’re here now.” If he squeezes you anymore, you feel like your heart might burst. “I’m so happy to see you.”

He goes back with you. There’s few brief introductions to Jay and Matthew and a few other trainees he’s grown close with, nudges and knowing looks and raised eyebrows. But it’s nothing to stress about, you manage to make it back under the radar.

You feel him watching you as you grab a few more things from your suitcase after both of you have showered and you’re wearing another one of his old shirts. Before you know it, your legs are tangled together, your head resting on his shoulder, your hands intertwined.

“I don’t want to sleep,” he says quietly. “I don’t want to wake up and find out this is a dream and you aren’t here.”

“You aren’t dreaming, Kam.” You reassure him, lifting your head to kiss his cheek. Even in the privacy of this room, he blushes.

“Even if I didn’t make it, at least I have you.”

“You do, Kam. You always do.” And you know he will make it, one day.

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taduki · 1 year

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The M6 w/ an MC that acts like a grandparent

Grandparent as in the, “you want a hard candy, baby?”, grandparent who thinks every living being is their grandchild. This post has been brought to you by the multiple people who tell me I have grandma rizz. (I put so much love into this, it took me like 4 nights to write — goodbye forever).

Asra

Your mannerisms are slowly but surely rubbing off on them.

If you carry around hard candies and sweeties, Asra 100% enables it by asking if they can have some. They will also buy exotic sweets from their travels for your collection, though the children might not like them.

Y’all are ROCKING the grandparent look !! Crocheted cardigans and flower-patterned shirts in every color of the rainbow are hanging around the bedroom(s) because I KNOW Asra don’t got space in their closet. They probably utilize the Magician’s Realm as a secondary closet to be honest.

Speaking of crocheting, Asra gets a great idea going with the grandparent image and decides to take up either a crocheting or knitting class. The respective instructor may or may not have fainted upon seeing one of their patterns…

Asra finds customers with children much easier to handle with your added patience and patented jar of caramels on the counter.

You want to kill Azz? Fix the buttons on their top like how the wife in Pixar’s “Up” fixes her husband’s tie.

When they had to reteach you how to do daily things again, they thought, in their own guilty conscience, that this was some way of repaying the favor to you. All of the favors. All of your love to everyone.

Julian

He’s used to being the charming one!!

Though, you leave him lots of room for his signature drama and flair, so he warms up to it after a bit.

He wasn’t as easily charmed by your demeanor as the average person was at first. He thought of you as a little lamb in the streets. He could swear you would be the biggest target for getting pickpocketed in the Red Market, but damn you are CAPABLE!!

Madly in love with your capabilities, magic or not. Takes him a bit to get used to your overflowing sweetness (and pocket sweeties), but finds he is also madly in love with those too.

You are like his pocket Mazelinka, and it horrifies him to no end. At least you don’t spike his soup with sleeping potion…

You force him to bedtime and he isn’t up for it until you read him bedtime stories and sing lullabies. He is definitely embarrassed... He’s like, “I’d never fall asleep to MC’s bedtime singing and stories! ZZZzzzzzzZZZZZZzzz”.

Portia

You two are the world’s best grandparents.

Unlike Asra, Portia pursued crocheting/knitting and never stopped. Though she can be busy, she enjoys it as a hobby as has you to thank for it!! (As you stand there confused why she’s thanking you for it).

She didn’t mean any harm by it!! She just wanted to try new things and you happened to be an “inspiration”.

You two have interactions like The Golden Girls. Zero elaboration.

One of the books she read while teaching herself to read was The Secret Life of Bees by Sue Monk Kidd. She quotes many things from the book during her work life, but her favorite quote has become, “Every little thing wants to be loved”, before booping yours or Pepi’s nose.

She says it constantly and you’re starting to think it’s just her way of saying you’re cute and she loves you.

But the truth is that and she just loves the way YOU love things. The way you squish Pepi’s face in your hands and sing/talk to the flowers are just a few examples.

Nadia

She might actually tear up.

Could you possibly get more endearing?

To her, you’re the entire package. You’re a blessing in a bundle. You’re strong enough to beat the Devil and sweet enough to cream butter. If she wasn’t so refined and kept, she’d be kicking her feet and rolling around on her bed.

Alas, she knows many other ways to exert her love for you. What? No, she wasn’t going to spoil you with rich delights! — as she inconspicuously waves a hand behind her back to hide the palace tailors in the hall…

Nadia is very well aware of her many duties and obligations, but she knows to leave a generous amount of time for you. After a rushed, exhaustive day of hard work, Nadia gracefully lays her head in your lap and lets you coddle her. She will accept your head pats, listen to the most storybook-like day you’ve had, and talk about her troubles. All the while, you tell her allllll of the things she should do like more frequent breaks and standing up and saying no when she simply cannot do something even though she already knows.

But she loves it. She loves your care, the little things you do around the palace that make her think of you. You recommended the gardeners sing and talk to the plants and she was delighted to hear it made a difference, but every flower in that garden paled in comparison to you. She believes you are Mother/Father Nature.

She frequently has you accompany her during dignitary meetings, etc. as her magician consultant, and as such, you take no “hoot-a-nanny” nor “monkey business”. (Nadia has never had to hold her laughter in this hard). She regains her composure quickly though, and soon discovers many visitors find you very charming and welcoming. She finds this to be a strategic play in negotiations, so she invites you to meetings more often, definitely not because she just wants to see you more…

Muriel

He too thinks it’s the cutest thing ever.

You tend to feed Inanna many treats because she's just such a good girl!! Muriel gently tries to tell you when she's had enough, but Inanna seems to be starving even after his generously suggested amount…

You could paint his face bright red by pinching his cheeks and calling him something cute like sugar or honey or, god forbid, pudding pie.

You went to help him out with the chickens one early morning and apparently one of the chicks was sick and she wasn’t eating enough. So after Muriel was done checking up on her, you bent down and gave her a nice little lecture how she’ll grow nice and strong after she eats. And Muriel DIED.

He firmly believes the chicks are your grandchildren now because they love you back. (Their cheep cheeps are full of love, he insists).

A good half of Vesuvia are your grandchildren now too. You guys are hero grandparents, I don’t make the rules.

Amongst the minimal duties of being hero grandparents, one of them includes having a baking morning and going to the docks in town to call the children over and hand fresh food out later in the day. The kids call him every unflattering name from Peepaw to Gramps, but he assures you he doesn’t mind at all.

Lucio

He finds you so endearing and sickeningly sweet, he can’t handle it.

He dies from the granny pet names too. He acts like they’re regular pet names, but he expected stuff like babe or darling, not butterscotch pumpkin puffball...

He’s met his fair share of old folks at the snooziest diplomat parties, and even though he’s got that worry in the back of his head that he’s getting older and older too, he’s finding it easier to go through it with you.

He enjoys if you sing him old folk songs, some he may have never heard of. (HUGE bonus if he dances with you to your singing).

It is THE most entertaining thing to him when you’re mad at someone. You wave a stern finger at them and lecture them like you’re their parent. It could literally be the most buff, drunk, muscly regular at the bar and you’d scold them ‘til they’ve recoiled back into their seat, and Lucio, of course, brags about it to the world. “Why use magic when you could’ve just scolded the Devil into submission, MC??”

As you two go through each passing day, he appreciates your slow and caring nature more and more. He’s begun to appreciate the little things like the rise and fall of Mercedes and Melchior’s stomachs during their afternoon naps.

If you knew him years ago, he would’ve thought you were strange and not worthy of his time, but now he quite enjoys your mannerisms and spending time with you.

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levmada · 20 days

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headcanons for Erwin's mom? 🥺 He doesn't seem to have mommy issues per se. he's a proper respectful boy 🥺 but also I feel like he would mention her if he had one growing up. i can be his mommy 🥺 ... did he just raise himself after his dad died 🥺 ? thinking of him getting up early on his own and dressing himself up as a dweeb on his own. he must have gotten bullied 🥺 I love him 🥺 I wonder if he new he'd grow into his big head and become the literal Chad meme some day 🥺

omg.

he definitely didn't raise himself. emotionally/mentally did he? for sure. but the MP definitely kept its eye on him for the foreseeable future, and to best do that Erwin was probably sent to an orphanage.

when he laughed after learning that titans were people and levi called him creepy, erwin says he got told that all the time as a kid💀so he probably was bullied, but not for being a dweeb so much as Different :s (relatable tbh)

based on those in the background at his father's funeral, not a single mention of her anywhere in his childhood, which if erwin was so attached to his father then surely his mother would be relevant somewhere-

-erwin was either born out of wedlock which was frowned upon, or perhaps the mother misled erwin's father while she was married to another man🤐 and shit got messy.

-i think the former is more likely though. appearances were more important to the mother or she would otherwise be cut off from her family, so his father took it upon himself to raise erwin while his mother couldn't be in his life.

-but in a painful twist, she marries a different man later on.

-any way you slice it though, i believe after his father died that all of erwin's support came from within himself, which is a big part of why he's so reclusive/secretive emotionally later on.

-any letters he probably ignored them. if anyone from the family ever visited, little erwin was basically a brick wall :(

-her family's estate had room for him, but they wouldn't look after an illegitimate child.

-as a result of all of this, erwin idolized his father even more. he was the only adult in his life that had loved and supported him.

-erwin hasn't spoken to his mother since he joined the training corps at 12 years old at best. her name most likely isn't smith, if it ever was, so no one suspects her identity, and she probably avoids thinking about the scout regiment.

-living in wall sina makes that easy for her to do, and to disapprove of the scouts' mission too, since she has never seen hardship, or a glimpse of the outside world for that matter.

-erwin's father has more pale blue eyes, a different nose, and brown-ish hair, but the face shape, eye shape, and eyebrows are the same as erwin's. so it's more likely than not that his mother had bold blue eyes and bright blonde hair, and was tall. erwin's dad was 5'9 (180cm).

-hot

#erwin smith #erwin aot #he can call me daddy #snk erwin #snk erwin smith #commander erwin #erwin danchou #aot erwin

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chishiyae · 1 year

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— BEING THE BRAINS AND BRAWNS POWER DUO !

+ feat. ⋮ chishiya shuntarō

a/n. — thank you anon for requesting <3. in other words these are headcannons of chishiya with a spade specialist s/o. i feel like this focuses more on being in a long-term relationship before/during the borderlands but there’s still spade specialists hc’s 😅. || masterlist.

YOU AND CHISHIYA, were already a strong team before the borderlands; he was a doctor and you were a gym instructor, both of which were life-changing positions, and you two supported each other well.

and nothing much changed after entering the borderlands, atleast negativity.

because of the trust and care you two had prior to the borderlands, you two pretty much only trust each other, telling each other secrets about executive meetings and sharing information you two learned about people.

however, because chishiya had told you that no one here could be trusted and that he himself was an enemy of many, you two's relationship was kept quiet. he didn't want to put your safety at risk by exposing his vulnerability to others.

and you agreed.

so, after a long day of "avoidance," you two would meet late at night on the rooftop.

as a player of spades, you've never had any trouble participating in physical games. to defeat other players, it was simple to have to climb buildings, run, or even do workouts.

chishiya, as your long-term boyfriend, was well aware of both your strengths and weaknesses. he wouldn't admit it (would rather die), but when you would talk about your games and mentioned climbing a tall building to get away from someone, he becomes concerned.

to fix this, he gives you little trinkets and such to help you during your games (like a literal bomb).

he knows that your abilities may be useful in situations other than games with only physical themes. so, when you go out to play games, chishiya has more faith in you (though he still gives you three taps on the arm to express his love).

however, not necessarily in all games. some are difficult puzzles that will take you back to seventh grade math class. furthermore, once you've entered a game, you can't change the type of game you'll play. so, after each of his own, he'll give you insights into the game he played during your rooftop meetings (hoping you'll take mental notes).

you do the same in your little meetings, giving him the best tips you can, but you know he won't take them. instead, he'd be standing on the sidelines, calculating a game loophole.

you might be wondering why he doesn't just accompany you to games. but that’s since he doesn't want to risk having to play a hearts game where you both have to kill each other in the end. he didn't want either of you to have to feel that grief — especially if you could make it back to "your world".

continuing on, in his plan to get away from the beach, you'd be on the lookout with kuina.

being a specialist in spades games meant you'd pretty much earned your spot as an executive. and if chishiya was caught as a suspect while dealing with arisu, he'd prefer you not be present and act out of character if he was hurt.

he wouldn't want you to be a part of the plan, for sure. but he understands that he needs everyone he can to participate in such a dangerous act, and being a lookout was relatively risk-free with kuina.

speaking of kuina…because of his wits and your toughness, you two become unstoppable in this world as well, earning the nickname "einstein and his bodyguard" from her.

chishiya hates it.

basically, the only difference between "your world" and the borderlands was that you two formed a stronger bond in the end.

and perhaps he changed a little — learned a little more about life.

and you did too.

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BONUS: expect massages after a difficult day (in this case, a draining spades game), just as he did before the borderlands.

#— chishiyae writes ✶.#chishiya x reader #aib x reader #alice in borderland #alice in borderland x reader #alice in borderland headcannons #chishiya alice in borderland #chishiya headcanons #chishiya fluff #chishiya shuntaro #chishiya imagine #aib chishiya

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star2fishmeg · 9 months

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Helloo 🤗 If it is okay, I want to request an angst to fluff with Nakagoshi x reader who is Yasushi’s sister/best friend :’)) It would be really interesting 🙃 Feel free to ignore it ofc, love you honey and looking forward to read all of your works 🌸💕

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Pairing: Nakagoshi Dai x afab!reader

Summary: Nakagoshi lived in self-pity as the regret of not confessing sooner killed him every day, so much so that even looking at her best friend, Yasushi, became unbearable. But by luck, worlds collide, and unsaid words finally brought closure, even if it was four or so years later

Warnings: reader is Yasushi’s best friend, angst to fluff,Nakagoshi & reader are around 17-18, swearing, Nakagoshi & Yasushi live near each other (not canon)

Authors note: first time writing Nakagoshi pls spare me, thankoo chu! n/n = nickname

Request: above!

Nakagoshi still listened to the CD from middle school. Songs he could never grow tired of because she specifically chose them for him. He could make a playlist on his Spotify, and he did for when he was out but while laying on his unmade bed in the comfort of his room where hip-hop posters covered the walls and clothes scattered on the floor, he liked his stereo blaring the songs that filled the void. It drowned out the regret of not saying goodbye before he left for Oya High all those years back.

The guilt trapped him every day, weighing him like shackles on his ankles. Even when sitting in a classroom at Oya, surrounded by chaos, fighting and Nakaoka shaking him when he wanted his attention, his head just wasn’t in the place and sulked in the back. Fujio had tried to shimmy it out of him, but even he couldn’t go that deep. Some days the regret just got the better of him.

Even more so whenever he saw Yasushi. He reminded him of her, in both a horrible self-loathing and beautiful memory. They hadn’t brought up much either, Yasushi didn’t want to add salt to a wound and Nakagoshi didn’t want to deepen it. But when they did talk, they kept it on the low. God forbid if Kiyoshi found out, he couldn’t keep his own secrets let alone someone else’s. So, there they were – Yasushi and Dai – sat on the bottom steps of their apartment block (grateful that they were still able to live close to each other after Hope Hill, the others not so lucky) under the sombre light with Coke cans loosely wrapped in their hands. The night blanketed and streetlamps flickered in the silence.

“Y/n asked about you today.” Yasushi took a sip of his can, keeping his gaze on the street opposite him. It was empty, but cats dug around in the bins which was interesting enough.

Dai nodded, “She good?”

“Yeah,” Yasushi paused, giving Nakagoshi a side eye, “She uh…wants to see you. She’s coming to stay for a bit while she’s on break.” Dai pursed his lips, continuing to give a nod of acknowledgement and taking a sip from his own drink. The boys sat in a comfortable silence for a few minutes, before Yasushi crushed his can against the concrete step.

“What bothers you so much, man? What happened that’s got you like this? Y/n asks about you all the time, and why you haven’t returned her texts. What did you do?” His voice raised slightly, launching the can across the street, and missing the bin.

“It’s not what I did do, it’s what I didn’t do. I really like her, dude, and instead of just saying so I watched her with some fucker and barely said goodbye when we left. I can’t answer her texts, what the fuck am I supposed to say? Why would she even wanna talk to me anyway…” Dai groaned, running his free hand through his hair and down his face. He couldn’t lie, his shoulders felt lighter finally saying it aloud. Yasushi pursed his lips, never in his life did he imagine Nakagoshi who threw a fist at any opportunity, spilling his heart on a Wednesday night under a barely working porchlight.

“I dunno…but I think she wants to talk something out. Either way, she gets here Friday afternoon, staying at mine,” Yasushi pushed himself up from the step and started to walk up, “So not far if you wanna kidnap her like the crazy bastard you are.” Nakagoshi rolled his eyes at the comment coming from the Yasushi’s mouth, getting up and following him up the stairs.

The Friday came…and passed and Dai hadn’t left his apartment since leaving school early the Friday. Was he avoiding y/n? Yeah. His dad was out for the weekend and so his personal CD blared through the place freely, donning basketball shorts and a simple tank with damp hair from his morning shower, which made him look like an entirely different guy when it wasn’t so backcombed and frizzy. He bobbed his head to the beat of No Diggity, while pacing around his kitchen/living room with his toothbrush hanging from his lips, cleaning up various items to prevent his dad from yelling at him like last time.

After finishing brushing his teeth, he threw himself onto the sofa and checked his phone.

n/n <3: you still listen to the CD?

Almost choking on his own saliva, he shot up straight and pressed pause on his dad’s hifi stack system next the TV. He was also surprised his dad still owned it, but it came in handy for his collection of old CDs and mixtapes. Stumbling to his front door, he opened it with haste, standing bug-eyed at her figure. She’d matured a lot, her face not childish like he remembered, and she still had the most bliss smile he’d ever felt in his chest. Despite her demeanour, her brain bounced off the walls at how much he’d grown: taller, broader, leaner, face sharper but he still had the same absent expression he always had when he wasn’t ready to brawl.

Nakagoshi stepped aside, letting her in before following her through to his living room where she sat on the sofa, on the left side like she always had done. Hesitantly, he sat next to her, a comfortable distance and turning his body to face hers.

“How have you been, D?” her voice calm, eyes softly connecting with his. His shoulders tensed, hands sweating.

He nodded slowly, “Good, I guess.” They paused, looking in opposite directions at anything around his living room. Dai looked at his lap, fiddling with the drawstrings of his shorts. “n/n- I’m really sorry for not replying, it wasn’t you I…ugh…I was a lot of things. Jealous, guilty, sad and I dunno’, I shouldn’t have disappeared without saying goodbye.”

“It’s okay,” she whispered fondly. Dai’s running thoughts came to a halt. “Let’s both just one at a time, blurt out our side and see where it goes.”

He agreed, and she began.

“When you left and didn’t come see me, I didn’t really know how to feel. I came to find you after school, but my parents told me your family had already moved out Hope Hill and Yasushi didn’t know where you were either. I texted, called but you didn’t answer. But because I knew you, I didn’t believe you’d just abandoned me. I ended up leaving…him…” she gulped, scrunching her face up as if she could bear speak his name, “He turned out to be a dick and tried convincing me that you left because he, and I quote, ‘beat you to it’. We never did anything intimate, by the way. He also told me that you and Yasushi jumped him because he beat you at basketball. He said a lot of…things. I didn’t stop trying to contact you because I really did want to see you and I wasn’t mad. I just wanted to know why you didn’t say goodbye.”

“I didn’t say goodbye because I didn’t want it to be the last time I saw you. I always hoped I’d see you again even if you were married or some shit. I had such a big crush on you and the day you gave me the CD with all the songs I reminded you of, I realised I was so down bad. Yes, I still listen to the CD, I listen to it every day. I dunno, it wasn’t the same without you waking me up every morning.” He paused, running his hands down his face, and taking a deep breath.

His voice dropped, becoming raspy as he removed his hands, eyes flickering between hers and his fingers fiddling with the drawstrings again, “I often think that if I had turned out differently, you would’ve chosen me over him. Watching him make you laugh and come home with us made me so mad, and that time Yasushi and I jumped him? It wasn’t over basketball, he called you the number one fuckable girl. Pissed me off because I’d never dream of thinking that, you’re so much more. And it was shit. The worst part is that I still love you.”

“Why is that the worst part?” her face doleful.

“Because you don’t love me back. And I get it, so no need to pretend or some shit.” His heart raced and wiped his clammy hands on his shorts.

“I still thought about you when I was with him. All the time. So much that I ended it and hoped you’d still have me. I came back to find you because I want to be with you as much as possible. I want to patch your wounds, Dai, I’ve been in love with you ever since you gave me that mixtape. So…will you still have me? As your girlfriend?” The fond smile and glossy eyes made his chest explode and he couldn’t say no, not that he would, his moment had come and days of brooding in his bedroom had come to an end, and he could finally breathe.

“C’mere, pretty girl.” He gave a boyish grin, arms wrapping around her waist and pulling her into his chest into a comfortable (and long-awaited) embrace.

H&L harem (if you wanna be tagged/removed in future H&L content, comment or lemme know via ‘chat to me bbygorl’ :D);

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#nakagoshi dai x reader #nakagoshi dai #high&low nakagoshi #high&low #high&low x reader #high&low the worst #high and low #highandlow #high & low #oya high #oya koukou #high&low the worst x reader #high&low the worst x cross #high&low the worst cross x reader

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dramioneasks · 3 months

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Hey

I wanted to ask if you can recommend any fics similar to the choices we make

Or any fic where Draco and hermione are dating during the war and Draco is undercover for the order

Thanks !

Amor Vincit Omnia - The Beginning by Twin_Flame_Blues - M, 7 chapters - All of the flashbacks (plus a few new ones!) from the original AVO, organized in chronological order. This is essentially the prequel fic to AVO, telling the story of how Draco and Hermione got together at Hogwarts, how they kept their relationship a secret, and what they went through in the lead up to, during, and immediately after the war. I really wanted to compile all of the flashbacks from AVO into their own story so you could read it all the way through in order for a different experience than you get in AVO. The story begins during 4th year and continues through the end of Draco’s trial after the war. You can read this either if you have or have not read the original AVO, it will make sense either way, and the backstory built in this fic will remain consistent for all other works in the AVO universe, including alternate timeline fics that will pick up where this story ends. Enjoy these two idiots falling in love!

What Is Necessary - Musyc - E, one-shot - War leads to rage - between sides, between enemies, between friends, and between lovers. Hermione and Draco are both enemies and lovers. It is necessary to hide love under rage, and they do what is necessary to survive.

Goodbye, Granger - sweetestsorrows (katschako) - M, 4 chapters - Though he loved her for years, Draco always knew Hermione wasn’t truly his, not for forever. So he did his best to aid her efforts in the endless war, to ensure her success against the Dark Lord, and to create a future wizarding society where she could thrive. He simply never expected that he would be granted the opportunity to share a happy ending with her.

of flavoured names and coloured sounds by Pink Panda (Ejacyeolation) - E, 2 Chapters - “He doesn’t question it at first, the fact that sounds have colours and words have flavours. He grows up with it, grows up seeing powerful ruptures of colour when his mother plays the piano and softer, translucent bursts when the people around him speak. His father’s voice fills his vision with sombre oranges and lilacs while his mother’s is a pleasant mix of delicate greens, blues, and greys. The word father tastes like wet wood and the word mother tastes like the pumpkin juice the house-elves frequently serve him.“ In which Draco just wants to know what colour Hermione’s moans would be. He also wants to know if her skin would taste as sweet as her surname or maybe as intoxicating as her given name.

The Fallen By: Shananigans10 - M, 9 chapters - Hermione Granger and Draco Malfoy have been a couple for years, trying to toe the line and stay alive during the hard times the war has brought to the Wizarding world. What happens when Voldemort finds out that they’re together, and have been for quite some time? TW: Rape. Spy!Draco, Anti!Lucius, Anti!Death Eaters, Dark story. Rated M for violence, language, sexual situations.

A Melancholy Refrain by Misdemeanor1331 - K, one-shot - Seeing her one last time was worth any amount of pain.

Title:Hanging On Author: eau_bleu Rating: G Genre(s): Drama, Romance Chapters: 1 Word Count: 3,068 Summary: Draco turned spy with Hermione Granger as his contact almost immediately after the the Golden Trio’s escape from Malfoy Manor when they were brought there by Snatchers . Only Hermione and Andromeda Tonks know of Draco’s position. Draco went to his aunt first, who contacted Hermione at Shell Cottage, on Draco’s behalf. They meet in secret at a safe house, a very small cottage belonging to the late Ted Tonks’ family. The cabin is located in Ireland.

-Lisa

#anonymous #secret relationship #war #au #draco: spy

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mixu · 1 year

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Naruto and H1n0t0's wedding chapter confirms SNS

In parts 1 and 2 I wrote about some misconceptions surrounding the date of the wedding and the real meaning behind Sasuke's congratulatory note. Now it's turn to talk about everyone's disregard for Naruto's happiness.

As I said in the previous part of this analysis, I , at best, skipped through shippuden's last arc aka the chapters leading to the wedding. Not only because I couldn't care less about N*ruhin*, but because I found the premise of those chapters mediocre even going by Naruto's filler standards.

The conflict was ridiculous: Kakashi making the wedding guests compete against each other for the privilege of attending the wedding because someone had to keep guard during the ceremony? Sounds like a crackfic to me. Who would have attacked the wedding? And even if someone dared, the place was packed with strong shinobi. If they didn't cancel the Chunnin exams for Orochimaru why would they cancel a wedding for the possibility of someone invading Konoha? Aren't the villages living in peace by this point?

On top of everything, there was something odd about the tone and the dialogue that didn't click until now.

Pt.3 Iruka and Kakashi suspect about SNS

Right after the hawk delivers Sasuke's note, Iruka has a conversation with Kakashi. I'm no story-telling expert but I know editing is important. What precedes and follows a dialogue provides context and guides the viewer in the right direction. This conversation is sandwiched between Sasuke walking away from Konoha and Naruto staring at the Hokage Mountain, more specifically, his father's face. (I'll leave a clip with the wholeat the end because I can't add more than one video)

First of all, look at Sasuke's face

He is frowning in the first picture. In the second, he's no longer frowning but he isn't happy either. He is resigned at best and we already established that he was not a fan of the wedding.

Then, look at Iruka. That is not the face of a happy proud surrogate father. His face is worried, uncomfortable and it stays like that during and after his conversation with Kakashi.

What was the conversation about? Kakashi actually asked if something was worrying him. Iruka hesitates and Kakashi assumes it's about the security issue and proceeds to reassure him, but that doesn't change Iruka's expression. There's a pause, then Kakashi says "I'm sure he will make Hinata happy" Isn't that a sudden change of topic? What does Konoha's security has to do with Naruto making Hinata happy? Furthermore, why only mention Hinata's happiness? What about Naruto? Wouldn't it be more accurate to say "I'm sure they will be happy?"

Next, Kakashi asks if Iruka is still worred. Again, about what? Notice that Iruka never confirmed Kakashi's suspicions about his worries, then says he forgot to prepare his speech, which confuses Kakashi and I'm with him in his confusion. Seriously, Iruka is making that face because he forgot to prepare his speech?

Then we get Naruto looking up at the Hokage Mountain

Man, why so serious? Your bride is standing right beside you, blushing and begging you to notice her. (more about Naruto's faces in part 5)

My take on this is Iruka suspects about sns relationship (more about it in part 4). Kakashi also seems to know something and talks in code to reassure him Naruto is not going to fuck up because this is serious information. However, Iruka doesn't know Kakashi knows and invents a ridiculous excuse. Thus, the confused face followed by a nervous laugh. None of them say anything explicitly, even if it's the worst kept secret in the world.

This wedding was never about Naruto's happiness.

If you think this was sad, wait for part 4

#sns #sns analysis #sasunaru #narusasu #anti naruto ending #anti naruhina #anti sasusaku

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hydrangeyes · 7 months

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Rogue ☁️🌩

So if you don't know, Yes this already existed, my old account was deleted (accident but I can tell I won't be getting it back), and am reposting my old x male reader works!

I don't know if I saved all of them but here is one that was saved to my AO3 account.

Edit: So shuffling through my docs It's been brought to my attention that wattpad (who I use as backup) Cut a lot of my fics in half??? anyway I'll be trying to fix that also

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Missing male reader x Sun wukong

[P/s] : preferred scent

More angst than anything, wukong finds an old friend

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You were meticulous when it came to your disappearance.

Faking death, check. Leaving no evidence that it could be fake, check. Running to the mortal world and starting a new life? Check.

You had it all down. Of course, you didn't stay in one place, fear that you would be found by immortals who lived there and were allied with the Jade emperor. It kept you on your toes until eventually you settled in an area that had more demons than immortals.

Of course you did your best to protect the humans living there asking each time to keep your existence a secret. It was the village turned cities big secret.

But of course, as time went, you knew he would find you. After all, you were living in his current second home.

Your own home was a decent if small apartment in a complex around the more elderly, those who remember who you was. Even a porch where you had a garden going, giving anything extra to locals.

You theorize that's how wukong found you. Someone let something slip, because there was no other reason for him to suddenly be here, in your garden, nibbling on some strawberries that just grew fruit.

"You know, it's a little embarrassing that I didn't find you until now, old friend." Wukong drawls, eyes on you as you warily put down the basket in your arms.

"Don't be, I took....a lot of measures to not be found." You reply back, the air wasn't tense per sat but you knew better than to relax.

You heard about the uproar he made when he found out about your disappearance, and eventual statement of death. And you wish you could have sent him a message, but at the time you also knew wukong had a big mouth.

"Yeah. Funny how that is. Want to tell me exactly why? See, you're 'disappearance', had me fooled. Not even your scent left behind. So either this was all a game or you're a demon using my friends' face."

You see the simian getting angrier as he talked, and letting out a deep sigh you move to sir next to him, relaxing the wards you had on yourself to mask your natural scent and aura.

The familiar smell of [p/s] and a soft golden glow came to wukong's senses. While that eased something in him that wanted to fight whoever was using your face, another grew disheartened that. What ever happened while he was gone, forced you to go into hiding even from him.

"It's nothing you did, wukong... I just didn't want the emperor to send you to retrieve me if I did just leave. I needed to make sure no one would even think too." You began, hands fiddling together as tou looked down at them.

"My father had found a warrior for me to marry. It...it was not up to discussion if I wanted to be wed or not, just that this would open up a good trade."

You grimace hearing his tail smack the banister behind you two, in what you guess was surprise.

"When I went to plead against the union, things spiraled out of control. And the emperor was called to step in." You lean back to look at the sky.

"I meet my fiancé. And I hated our wedding, hated our...union. it was loveless and I was nothing more than a new toy in his collection." Rubbing the back of your neck you grimace harder.

"I snapped and everything went red.... I don't even know if i....if he's...."

"So you ran." Wukong speaks up making you flinch and zone back in to the now. You look over to him, seeing the fury being held back in his eyes.

"N/n... I don't care what the emperor would have said, I would be there for you." He starts and gently takes your hand in his.

"You are my my dear friend. I would come to you even if it's just to give you the TV remote in the same room." This made you left out a soft snort, noticing now just how much you are trembling.

"Anything N/n. In fact the only thing stopping me from going up there to make sure that bastard is gone and tearing your father into shreds, is that I don't want to leave your side."

"Please don't do that."

"Mmm I'll think about it."

With that you both quiet down as you wait for your nerves to calm down, moving to leaning your head against his shoulder.

"It was ages ago, and it's not like it was all awful. I guess I just couldn't get over that I wanted it to be-" you stop yourself quickly. Nope nuh uh. Nope.

You move back feeling your cheeks warm, as wukong eyes you curiously, tail moving to wrap around your waist to keep you close. Like old times.

"Wanted it to be?" He asks poking your arm and sides getting a chuckle from you, "nuh uh no way, that's a secret I'm keeping to myself. Anyway," Quickly wanting to change the subject now that you spilled your old guts.

"What have you been up too? It gets so noisy downtown and occasionally I hear about some new monkey kid???"

You question leaning back on him and letting him adjust you so that you both were properly cuddling. "I didnt know you had a kid~ I always knew you and macaque wanted-"

Wukong sputters and blushes a deep red. "N/n, mk is not our biological kid!"

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Ending this hereeeeeee, lol

Turned out more angst than fluff with a dash of shadowpeach (which may as well be in most of these)

#male reader #x male reader #Sun wukong x male reader #Lmk sun wukong x male reader

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