Daughters...

Daughters...

*This entire thing is based off of 1 (one) TikTok I saw once. *

Soap/Johnny opens a letter as Team 141 is at the bar, celebrating their win in Las Almas. He take a swig of his scotch before reading the letter. He looks proud and the others definitely notice.

"What are you smilin' for, Johnny?" Ghost interrupts the moment it seems that only Johnny is experiencing.

"My daughter is a teacher. She just got hired as a middle school History teacher."

"Amigo! That's great!" Alejandro, definitely tequila drunk from one too many shots, leans on Johnny. "My daughter is a surgeon. She patches me and my team up every once in a while." He laughs, lifting his drink in the air.

Price chuckles, seeing how this is turning into a sharing circle. "My daughter is a lawyer. Been practicing for almost 5 years... I'm proud of her." Price seems to reminicse on some important memories of his daughter.

And while Price sees this as a sort of sharing circle, Ghost sees it as a small competition. 'Who has the better daughter?' competition. And he is determined to win...

"My daughter is a special forces operator...

and she gave me this talisman to keep me safe. Always keep it in my chest pocket." Ghost smiles under his mask, pulling the talisman his daughter gave him from the chest pocket in his military garb to show the boys. They are all slightly fascinated before it calms down.

A long silence and an in sync sigh of all the men in the bar falls upon the group.

"Well, I don't have any kids so I must not be getting old." Gaz jokes, choking down his drink.

"Now what did you say-?!" All of the guys jump on Gaz at once while he laughs, and Rudy just shakes his head, smiling.

Never mess with 141 when it comes to their kids.

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Author's Cup of Tea:

I like to think the bartender was either really tired or cracking up silently behind the bar.

Ghost Hunting & Praise

Avengers are doing a ghost hunt and have Reader praise the ghost as a joke. Ghost shows itself and everyone screams before running away, claiming that they will never do this again even though they will.

Another glass shatters against the tile floor.

"Okay! That's it! We are going on a ghost hunt!" Tony exclaims. This so-called ghost has been bothering the team. Mugs that were in the center of tables were on the floor shattered, papers were in the wrong spots, and the cabinets kept opening by themselves. Nothing else had really happened. Just mildly annoying stuff, but that's the stuff that can send you over the edge.

"Are you sure, Tony? Why don't we just have a priest come in?" Clint offers a solution to the man. However, solutions were not what Tony wanted.

"No! Fuck the priest. We are going on a ghost hunt!" Tony seemed strangely brave for a man about to fight a ghost.

"When?" You put down your book, rolling your eyes. Peter was making a little design with his webs and Wanda was also reading, but intently listening to the conversation.

"Tonight!" Natasha rolls her eyes at Tony's arrogance.

"Why tonight? Are you busy tomorrow night?" Natasha rhetorically asked the man.

"For your information, yes. Pepper and I have a date tomorrow night. Anyways, who wants to participate?" Tony throws out his arms, looking for volunteers.

Steve sighs and puts down his sketchbook. "I'll do it. Someone has to be sane."

You shrug and say, "Ya know what? I've got nothing to do. Might as well make the most of it."

"I'll be there too." Peter shyly raises his hand, still holding the web design.

"You might need someone who can actually save you. I'll be there." Wanda also agrees to come.

"This is not something I can shoot, so I guess it's research time." Natasha sighs, exasperated, getting up to find some information to help us tonight.

"Ghost hunt? Sounds fun. Count me in." Bucky adds in, leaning against the back of your chair.

"Nah. I don't fuck with the spooky shit!" Sam yelled, leaving the room, shaking his hand above his head.

"I'll protect you." You offer, rolling your eyes. Sam immediately stops and spines on his heel. "Alright, count me in. BUT NO ONE IS LEAVIN ME ALONE!" Everyone sighs and nods.

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Tony comes up the stairs after turning the power off. "Let's get this started!" He holds up an alcohol bottle, taking a swig.

"Goddammit, Tony, knock it off." You sigh, exasperated, turning on your flashlight.

Natasha comes out from her room, dressed head to toe in demon hunting gear. Salt pouch on her belt, also equipped with iron rods and a bible. "Let's get us a ghost."

Peter whoops and immediately goes flying in. Everyone either laughs or shakes their head and walks in. And for the next 30 minutes...

nothing happens.

"Hey, guys, who has the best bedroom voice?" Peter asks. Everyone looks at him weirdly.

"Parker, what the fuck are you talking about?" Bucky almost yells at the poor boy.

"I have an idea! Now, who has a good bedroom voice?" The boy is scared shitless by Bucky, but Tony aint afraid of nuthin' so he saunters up, offering himself.

"I've got a pretty good bedroom voice."

"Tony, how many women have slept with you because your famous and not for your looks?" You ask the man. He clearly looks offended.

"First of all, plenty. But-!" You cut off the almost 50 year old man.

"Exactly. I'm pretty sure you all haven't gotten someone off on Omegle without showing your face or body?" Everyone looks at you like you just committed a war crime. You sigh, "That's what I thought."

"Pete. What do you want me to do?"

"Praise it. Make it show itself. Praising and degrading has been known to make ghosts and spirits hyperactive." The boy looks hopeful, with stars in his eyes.

You sigh, "Fine." You turn to the empty room, shining your flashlight in front of you, and in your best bedroom voice, you said, "Hey, there~ Can you show yourself to me?~ Can you be a good boy for me?~ C'mon.~ Show your pretty face to mommy.~"

As you finished the word 'Mommy', the ghost popped up in your flashlight, seemingly running away, holding its face in its hands, like a schoolgirl running away from a crush.

"OH, MY FUCKING GOD!" Tony screamed.

Steve yelled and Natasha brough out her water gun filled with holy water and sprayed it everywhere, screaming for the ghost to 'leave this holy place.' Bucky activated his arm and is now holding a knife. Peter is yelling and hugging Wanda, as Wanda is crying and holding Peter. And Sam is screaming like a girl.

"We are never doing this again!" Steve yells out over everyone's voices.

Oh we are so doing this again~

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Author's Cup of Tea:

Honestly, this came from a stream I did where I did this. I called the ghost my little sl-t and degraded it. Then the next one I praised it and it showed up. I screamed like Sam...

☕ Masterlist ☕

🔞 MINORS DNI! 🔞

Key:

☁️: Fluff

😏: Suggestive, not NSFW

🔞: NSFW

😭: Angst

😂: Funny

COD: MW2 2022

Camgirls and Cows: Simon Riley/Ghost 🔞

Daughters: All ☁️

Flirting with Death: Simon Riley/Ghost ☁️

Avengers

Ghost Hunting and Praise: All ☁️

Bacon and Bloodhounds: Natasha Romanoff 😏☁️

Vegan Vampires: Natasha Romanoff ☁️

Boyfriend/Husband

Anything for you: 😏☁️

Texting on the Boardwalk: Doberman Boyfriend 😏

Mate: Werewolf

The Witcher

Waterhaven Chalet: Geralt ☁️

Moment of Peace: Geralt ☁️

Welcome Home, White Wolf: Geralt ☁️

Life, Death, and Destiny: Geralt ☁️

Of Hearts and Swords: Geralt 😏☁️

My Witcher: Geralt 😏☁️

Hazbin Hotel/Helluva Boss

Alastor has a what?!: in progress

Dimension 20

Outta Pocket: All ☁️

Haikyu!!

Bullies Were Never My Kinda Thing: All ☁️

Shitposts:

TGIF: All 😂

Twilight:

The Teacher at Forks High School

Waterhaven Chalet

sorceress!reader is a mage who went to aretuza, but politics did not suit her. As such she took what she learned, magic wise, and left to the countryside. she now has a cottage/chalet where her and her friends can rest and be hidden off the map from the multitude of wards and protections she has around her chalet. sorceress!reader still practices magic but only practices water magic. geralt needs a place for him, ciri, and jaskier to stay after a long few days and she offers her stronghold. she plays host for a few days, and practices in between hosting. one day ciri finds reader practicing on a rock, in the middle of the river that runs by readers home. geralt sees ciri admiring reader and admires her as well. ends with ciri learning readers water magic/waterbending and jaskier having a new song about a dame who coulld part seas and make the waters bend to her will.

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"Ciri! Come!" Geralt gruffly beckoned the girl. They had been on the road for weeks, or even months, and they just went through another rough monster hunt that didn't pay much.

Geralt had a nagging feeling in the back of his mind after the third underpaid, overworked contract he took. Especially with trying to train Ciri in between contracts and outings, it was getting rough. Jaskier being with them made things easier because he was great at distracting Ciri when she needed to be. By the fourth contract, Geralt's body was begging for a rest... and he could think of only one place safe enough to hold both him and Ciri under the same roof.

Waterhaven Chalet

A mini castle that his friend had bought long ago. It was surrounded by wards that make it imperceivable to the naked eye. It was also protected by the most powerful sorceress Geralt knows. Y/N. There was no doubt she could protect the three of them plus herself.

They had met during a monster hunt of Geralt's. It was a simple Water Hag, but the monster had proven to be... quicker than most. Probably because it had fed more. Geralt still killed the Hag, but at the cost of what he was certain was his own life.

Of course... Destiny had other plans.

Y/N stumbled upon him as his vision was starting to darken and he could no longer keep himself in this sphere of existence. She had manipulated the waters to carry him back to her home where she nursed him back to health, sharpened his swords, refined his armor, and got him a new Roach. A pitch-black mare. Fitting for a man who carried the scent of death with him wherever the White Wolf went.

Geralt went on his way after Y/N nursed him to health but promised to return when he needed to.

And now he needs to. Ciri trudges after the man while Jaskier strums his lute to try and bring up Ciri's spirits. Geralt rides his pitch-black mare named Roach and leads the way to Waterhaven Chalet.

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"Where are we going?" Jaskier asks, trying to stay hopeful that Geralt isn't just dragging them around the forest aimlessly.

"A place to rest," is all Geralt says before continuing to walk. Ciri was getting tired, so Geralt put her on Roach to rest.

"It's not winter... Are we going to Kaer Morhen even though it's not time yet?" Ciri, using her wits, tries to press Geralt of where they are going by backing his logic into a corner.

"A Witcher never has only one card up their sleeve, Ciri. Remember, the Witcher carries steel and silver swords. Why would we limit our options?" Geralt continues walking before looking around, checking for a sign that they might be close.

He finds one. embedded in a stone in the river that he has been following for the past 4 hours. Three rolling waves on wavy lines surrounded by a circle. The Chalet's crest. He was getting close to the border.

"OOH! Shiny!" Jaskier said, picking up a blue stone with the Chalet's crest from the forest floor.

"WHO DARES ENTER MY HOME?" A deep and booming, disembodied voice comes from nowhere. Jaskier screams and drops the engraved crystal.

"It's Geralt! I brought a couple of..." Geralt looks at the jumpy teen who had her sword out with a stone-cold face, and the frightened grown man who looked like he might piss himself, "friends."

"Oh no! Why didn't you say so earlier?" A soft and pitched voice still disembodied speaks. A woman wearing purple, and blue appears from thin-air and picks up the crystal that Jaskier dropped. She dropped to her knees at the edge of the river and held the crystal in the running water before imbuing with her magic and burying it once more. Deeper, this time.

"Well, I do believe introductions are in order, but let's get you cleaned up first." Y/N opened a 'door' in the barrier that showed her home, the Waterhaven Chalet. Geralt, Ciri, Roach, and Jaskier all made it through before she shut the 'door' on the protective wards.

Ciri was in awe at such a beautiful place. Jaskier was concerned and curious. Geralt was smirking. Roach wanted some apples and hay to have. Finally, a decent meal.

As the woman walked down the path, she turned to look back at the group. "Well, come on! The soup will burn! Its already sunset!"

Geralt smiles, chuckling and shaking his head before walking with Roach in tow. Ciri hopped off the back of the horse and started running to the woman. The two girls whispered to each other, beaming, before taking off down the road to the house. Jaskier was walking slowly, taking everything in; hoping he won't happen upon a magical landmine.

Geralt takes Roach to the stables, and holes her up there before entering the home.

"Geralt! Wash up and then come eat! Its savory potato soup!" The woman called to him. He smiled and tapped his boots like she showed him. He once stepped foot on her floors without tapping his boots. He still sweats thinking about the memory.

He goes to the basin that is near the door, and washes his hands, scrubbing with the rough stone to get the dirt out of his hands. He dries his hands on the towel she keeps near.

As he enters, he sees her gently stirring the enormous pot of soup. He stands there in peace, seeing Jaskier and Ciri play fighting with sticks through the window.

"Did you tap your boots before you walked into my home, Geralt?"

"Of course. I shiver at the thought of what might happen if I don't..." Geralt hesitates to say her name, "Desna."

The woman, Desna, pauses. "You remembered." She keeps on stirring her pot, ensuring nothing burns.

"How could I? The first time we met, you tried to kill me." Geralt sat down, probably in Jaskier's seat, seeing as a pint of blackberry-honey wine was already there.

"You intruded on my land. It's only fair to kill a trespasser who is as strapping and capable as you." Desna shrugs as she continues to stir, smelling the soup. "Ciri! Jaskier! It's time to come in!"

The two looked at each other, nodding in agreement, before racing for the door, tumbling through it. They almost leave the dirt mat before Desna speaks: "If you don't tap your boots and wash your hands, you will be meeting the monsters alone tonight."

The two freeze before taking a step onto the floor. Geralt chuckles, taking a drink of the wine.

They tap their boots and wash their hands in the basin. They then go to their seats, Jaskier pouting that Geralt stole his seat. Desna laughs and shakes her head, gathering another mug for his wine. Desna grabs the bowls and scoops the soup for all of them.

"For tonight, my specialty, Savory Potato Soup. It's got potatoes, carrots, cream, cheese, bacon, and onions. So very yummy." She hands everyone their bowls and sits next to them. Her cat, Kore, brushes up against everyone's legs as she gnaws on the chicken carcass that Desna left for her.

"Thank you... Desna..." Geralt thanks their host before the other 2 nod and continue wolfing down the soup.

"Eat it slowly. You'll burn yourself, choke, or both." Desna nods as accepting their thanks. ______________________________________________________________

One day, Desna walks around and grabs all of her dirty laundry. As she plops it outside at the washing station, she shakes her head and goes inside with a basket on her hip.

As she knocks on Jaskier's door, Geralt walks down the hallway. "Oh, Geralt. Do you have any laundering that needs to be done? I'm doing some right now and thought I would do everyone's."

"Yes. I'll have it outside the door when you walk by it again."

"Thank you, Geralt." The hunkering man walks away, leaving deep sounds to echo in the hall.

Jaskier opens the door. "Hey, Jaskier. Do you have any laundering that needs to be done?"

He looks mortified. "Good god, woman. Don't tell me you're going to be doing everyone's laundry!" You shrug.

"Well, in that case..." Jaskier hurries off to get his laundry, clearly not affected anymore. Jaskier comes back and plops it in the basket on your hip. "Thank you, Desna!"

"Anytime, Jaskier!" Desna walks off towards Ciri's room, where it seems Geralt had visited. Ciri's laundry was already in front of her room, and as Desna was walking past Geralt's room once more, she could see his laundry in front of his door. Desna silently thanks the man and puts the laundry in the basket with everyone else's.

When Desna has everyone's laundry outside, she looks to the clearwater stream and does a few movements to pull a stream of the water towards her and into the bucket that she washes the clothes in. Desna does a little happy dance and washes everyone's clothes carefully and thoughtfully.

Once Desna finishes, she hangs everyone's clothes on their own wire, so as to not confuse anyone's clothes. Not that they could.

Geralt's were enormous. And always an off-black shirt, black pants, and black everything. Perfectly comfy to wear around the house...

Ciri's clothes were smaller than the others. She also had mismatching pants and shirt. Her pants were a deep blue, almost black, whereas she had a green shirt, stained by rolling around in dirt and grass.

And Jaskier's clothes were almost gaudy. All in varying colors and still dirt stained but hidden within the crevices of the snakeskin pattern and metallic bronze-gold shirts. The one normal shirt he had was 2 or 3 sizes smaller than Geralt's and off-white instead of off-black. ______________________________________________________________

It has been a couple weeks since the group has come to Waterhaven Chalet, and Desna can feel it.

She can feel it in the routine of the group. Ciri training with Geralt as Jaskier sits outside with his lute. Geralt tends to Roach and Ciri takes a bath. Jaskier comes in and helps make dinner to the best of his abilities. It always ends in a laugh, and always at someone else's expense. Once, Geralt got flour in his hair and Jaskier joked that he could pass for blonde.

She can also feel it in the stagnant energy. As much as she has been wanting to, she hasn't used her magic in a while. She can feel the dust settling in corners that are normally swirling with energy and the wind that used to flow through the windows, but now seems to avoid them.

The wonderful routine this group has is silently killing her.

Desna puts on a pair of pants that have slits down the sides and a shirt that covers her top half without sleeves or any straps. She walks outside, putting her hair into a ponytail, and to the stream. She walks along the bank of the stream until she comes across a spot where it widens. She notices a rock in the middle and touches her foot to the water, turning it to a patch of ice. It continues as she walks to the big boulder in the middle, and she sits onto it. As she sits, she listens to the water. The splash of a fish. The gurgle of water flowing in small spaces. The rocks tumbling with the flow of the water.

Once she finally finds peace, she slides down the rock and walks back to next to the Chalet. There is a small clearing of trees next to her for easy access to the stream. This...

This place... will be her peace.

As soon as a bird chirps a specific note, her body finds the flow. The flow of the water around bigger stones. The flow of the fish that swim around her feet. They aren't biting her or anything. Just swimming downstream. The sounds of the wind rustling the green leaves.

Every splash,

Every gurgle,

Every bit of animal and Earth,

It all seems to come together.

She understands the song Mother Earth sings...

And she dances.

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As Ciri goes out to talk to Roach, something catches her eyes. She sees water swirling around. Almost like a whirlpool... or just the lip of one.

As she approaches, she puts her hand on her sword. Ciri has no idea who or what this is. What can make water behave this way.

It could be a mage... But what's a mage doing on the grounds of Waterhaven?

It could be an elf... but no elves have been said to possess the abilities to control any elements of the world, other than Chaos.

Geralt looks on from afar, in his window, only seeing the occasional flick of glinting light from the water. He smiles and turns away from the window.

Ciri continues on, not knowing what might await her at the stream. She sneaks up on the thing, trying to get a good look at it without making herself obvious.

"Having fun peeping?"

Ciri just about yelps before Geralt puts a hand over her mouth to keep her quiet.

"You know... she hasn't felt right. She does this every day. And because of us, she's missed doing this for weeks. Leave this to her." Geralt guides Ciri's head to just above the brush so she can see Desna.

Desna.

The woman who took care of them. The woman who washed their clothes and refilled their baths. The woman who fed them.

The one who laughed with Jaskier.

The one who made Geralt smile.

The one who showed Ciri all the things a mother or older sister would.

As Geralt and Ciri are crouched, making no noise, they continue to watch Desna do what she does best. Magic. The water seems to glow around her and flow along her arms as she dances with the stream, never tripping, never swaying, never second-guessing.

Until someone makes a twig snap.

It all happens so fast. Geralt pulls Ciri to the ground and grabs Jaskier by the ankle, pulling him down just before a spike of ice impales him.

"You should show yourself... It will only be worse if you hide." A deep and frightening voice carries through the trees. No footsteps could be heard and nothing living could move.

When people talked about a force of nature, they talked about Desna.

Geralt slowly stood, followed by Ciri and finally Jaskier. They could all see Desna as she was as though there was a threat.

She was surrounded with a ring of water, ice spikes in a circle around her, and walking on the water. Her eyes were surrounded by darkness and glowed blue. When she walked, her hips swayed as though walking on stairs.

Immediately, she let go of the ice and water, letting herself back into the stream. Her eyes no longer glowed, and the highlights of her face came back. "Oh! I am so sorry! You have no idea how many mages try to slip through the wards."

"You are so cool!" Ciri's eyes seemed to light up at the display of power Desna contains.

"Whoa... The Lady of The World..." Jaskier seemed to already be planning a song.

Geralt merely smiled and Desna winked at him.

What a cute family...

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Author's Cup of Tea:

Okay, so I have been working on this for a while now and I am so happy to have this out of my drafts. I'm so excited for you all to read this.

Vegan Vampires

YN, casually reading a medical article after hyper focusing on it for a week: Hey. Did you know, in an emergency situation, you can use coconut water for a blood transfusion?

Natasha, also reading, taken aback by YN: Uh... yeah. It's a neat little fact, huh?

YN, now spiraling: So... going with that, that means vampires can drink coconut water instead of blood.

Natasha, putting a full stop on her reading: What?

YN, fully in the rabbit hole: Coconut water. Which means there are vegan vampires.

Natasha, about to have amental breakdown from this information: Please stop... I-I don't need these thoughts this late at night. I'm getting' ready to go to bed.

YN: Which would also explain where we get fruit bats from.

Natasha, slamming her book closed: I'm not getting any fucking sleep tonight.

Y/N, waving at Natasha as she leaves: You're welcome!

Natasha, being dramatic: I hate you.

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Author's Cup of Tea:

This is kind of a shitpost. I was bored and wanted to put something out. This is from a tiktok (again).

Anything for you

*unedited*

As you're reading a book on different herbs and their uses, metaphysical and physical, you start to play with your hair. It kinda reminds you that the last time you had gotten your hair done was a while ago and it was so you're friend had a model for her graduating test from cosmetology school.

You set the book down and pull out your laptop, looking for hair services. Just a cute trim ans maybe a styling. You just want to feel cared for.

"Hey, honey. Whatcha doin?" Your partner comes over and kisses your cheek before going and starting the kettle, noticing the look on your face. You haven't read in a while and tea was always a great start to entering the 'reading zone' as they called it.

"Just lookin at something. I'm running low on Queen Anne's Lace." A simple little white lie. Shouldn't be too bad when you leave to go get your hair done.

"Oh, are you? I will leave you to it then." Your partner hands you your tea and kisses you again, on the lips, before going to their computer to play games.

You watch them carefully, drinking your tea and scrolling through until you find a place you like. You then put the laptop away, and take out the book you were reading. As you read, you jot down notes about apecific herbs and their uses.

Your partner sees this in the reflection of their glass case, and smirks.

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The next day, as your partner is in their office, you pass by in a comfy-cute outfit. "Hey, babes! I'm gonna go get my hair done!"

"Here you go, baby." Your partner gives you two hundred dollars, cash, that seemed to appear out of thin air.

You stop before you can pass the door and hesistantly take it. "Um... thank you, Baby." You slowly walk away and your partner smirks again. They get up and follow you to the garage.

As you're about to get in, they gently pin you against your car.

"Anytime, Honey~" and they hold your waist tightly as they mash their mouth against yours. They kiss you just long enough to make you feel dazed for a short while. When you finally part, they slowly and carefully open your door for you and get you in, buckling you up. They open the garage door as you start the car.

"Have fun, Baby!" They wave as you drive off to the salon.

When you get back, you show off your hair.

"You are stunning, Gorgeous." They gently take your hands in theirs and spin you, making your hair gently spin too.

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It has now been about a month since you got your hair done, and you still feel amazing.

As you are getting dressed for the day, complete with the evil eye pendant necklace and black bag, your partner speaks up.

"Hey, let's go get your nails done today. I'll pay." They casually just say it like it's no big deal. But this is the first time anyone has done this. It kind of is a big deal.

"Are you sure? Nail's aren't cheap. Especially the ones I like to get." You are hesitant about taking this offer, especially since they have already shelled out 200 just for your hair. It feels wrong somehow...

"Yeah. What about blue, like your necklace, in french tips? Or a dark blue that goes with your outfit and necklace?" They bring up ideas you haven't even thought of. Never would you ever think to do a blue French Tip nail set, let alone just painting your nails blue. You have painted your nails black, and white, and even a clear coat with sparkles in it for 2012 New Years. But never blue. Maybe they saw all the TikToks on women's nail colors and their meanings...

"Okay... if you're sure." You reluctantly agree. They seem happy that you're letting them spoil you.

"I'm sure, Darlin'." They gently caress your upper arms, trying to assure you; before gliding their fingertips down and bring your hands to their lips. Then you both head out the door, awaiting whatever adventures they have planned out.

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"Hey, hun! What do you think about going to the mall?" You shout into the house, not ecpecting a response back.

"Sounds great, babe!" Their voice shouts back at you, "Let's get ready snd then we can go!" You see a figure move from a door and go into your bedroom.

As you both get into their car, your partner asks, "So... what's with the mall trip? I'm not upset. Just curious."

Trusting that your partner isn't upset, you tell them. "I haven't been in a while, so I just want to look around. Possibly grab a few things, but mostly window shop."

"Okay, Dove." They bring your hand up and kiss it as they watch the road, glancing at you whenever they can.

When you reach the mall, you enter and look around. Still has that same magic... Mall Magic.

You grab your partner's hand and take them to the food court first. If your hands are full, you won't get anything. So you grab a large lemonade, and they get a soft pretzel. You drag them through different stores, pointing out things. "Wow! I haven't seen that band in so long!" "Whoa! They actually have it in stock?! I haven't been able to find this anywhere!" "This is pretty."

Your partner takes notes of it all and tell you to go rest. Grab another lemonade and something to eat. "You've walked enough, baby. Now rest."

As you are eating your to-go salad and another lemonade, you see your partner.

And their full hands.

"Honey!" You rush to get up, and help them, "What did you do?!" You ask them, worried for their answer.

"I noticed what you bought and what you didn't. But the stuff I saw you look at, was the stuff I got." They smile and walk back to the table, arms lighter now.

"I thought you were on your phone." You look at them quizzically.

"I was. Writing down everything you liked but didn't buy. So I bought it for you." They smile and grab the chicken sandwhich & soda you bought for them.

"Baby... why have you been spoiling me? I'm grateful, but i don't understand why." You take another bite of your salad.

They sigh, setting down their food. This has just turned into a serious talk. "You can talk to me, Baby. What's going on?" You persist, wanting to find out what is plaguing your partner so much they felt like they had to spoil you.

"I... I just see the way you have been treating yourself recently. It's not the healthiest. You skipped dinner last night and then skipped breakfast this morning. You were going to skip lunch if I didn't have you get food. And you have been pushing yourself so hard... I don't ever want you to do that. I love you. I... I want you to love yourself the way I do." They look at you like a puppy with its tail between its legs, like it got caught doing something bad.

"Oh, baby..." You grab their face gently and kiss them even softer.

"Thank you..."

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Author's Cup of Tea:

Okay. I know this isn't typically what I post, but I've been drawn to it like a moth to a flame, so i decided to finish it.

At 9:25 pm...

When I have work at 5 am...

(ihonestlyjustwantthistohappentome🤭imsorry)