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i was benevolent and good; misery made me a fiend

sukuna x reader summary: you persuade sukuna to play go fish. the two of you have a small disagreement (he really can't stay mad at you). he confides in you about his past as a sorcerer. w/c: 3.4k tags/warnings: the teeniest bit of angst. mostly fluff. banter. cursing. aged up!yuuji. slight yuuji x reader. not canon compliant. fem!reader. no use of y/n. no manga spoilers. a/n: the first section could be read as a brief(ish) stand alone. and for context, the world's shortest frankenstein synopsis: victor frankenstein brings a creature to life using dead body parts and thrusts him into a world he doesn't understand, then promptly abandons him and wishes him dead. alone and regarded as repulsive by every human he comes across, the creature begs frankenstein to create a wife for him too. when frankenstein refuses, the creature is further driven to hatred and violence. series masterlist // masterlist

"we should play a card game!" you exclaim as if you've just had the world's greatest idea.

"i'll pass."

sukuna sounds listless, like it's quite possibly the worst proposition he's ever heard.

"why's that? scared i'll beat you?"

"i'm opposed to mind numbing boredom, more like."

"you really need to expand your horizons," you suggest, making your way over to where you keep your playing cards. "all you do is read and brood."

"it's gotten me this far."

you don't respond, too busy rifling through your bookshelf. just as you spot your cards, a book catches your eye and you pull it from its place.

making your way back over to him, you drop it in his lap. "since you found jane eyre so insufferable, here's one you might actually like."

he surveys the cover, which reads: frankenstein or the modern prometheus

you take a seat across from him at the kotatsu table and shuffle the deck, while sukuna flips through the pages with new found intrigue.

"what's it about?"

"the dangers of playing god. should be right up your alley."

"your subtly never ceases to amaze."

"i'm just kidding." you laugh. "there's a lot more to it than that— revenge, loneliness, personal responsibility..."

he turns the book over. "it's written by a woman?"

you raise your eyebrows at him. "what, you don't think women have enough depth to write about those kinds of topics?"

"no, it was just an observation," he says off handedly. "you are evidence enough to the contrary."

he doesn't say it as a compliment, more so as a statement of fact. you hope your astonishment isn't written all over your face.

clearing your throat, you begin dealing while explaining the rules to him.

he takes up his cards and seems to understand the game after only a turn or two, but you're narrowing your eyes at him soon thereafter.

"go fish," he says for the fourth time in a row.

your gaze shifts down to his hands. there's just no way. "show me your cards."

"wouldn't that defeat the purpose of this stupid game?"

"not if you're cheating, now let me see."

"no."

you reach across the table, hoping to snatch them from his grasp, but he just holds them out of your reach.

swiftly rising to your feet, you launch yourself at him in a sad attempt to catch him off guard.

with only one arm extended, he easily fends off your attack. "do you actually think you have a chance here?"

you sink to your knees in defeat and sit with your legs folded beneath you. "not really, but i have to know if you'd stoop this low."

"that so? had you believed me to be above cheating?"

you gasp. "so you admit it?"

"i told you i didn't want to play," he deadpans.

"that doesn't mean you had to cheat! now we have to start over!"

he carelessly tosses the cards onto the table. "i don't think so."

"please?" you lean forward, jutting out your bottom lip.

he just stares at you with an air of disinterest.

sukuna can be so haughty sometimes, and frankly, it drives you a little crazy. you'd give anything to wipe that look from his face— to prove that he doesn't find this as miserable as he lets on.

leaning forward even further, your hands meet with the carpet to support your shifting weight. now he's watching intently as your face approaches his, your eyes flicking down to his lips.

unbeknownst to you, sukuna's breath catches in his throat once he sees your gaze shift, though his mind struggles to catch up. it happens so fast that he hardly registers the quick peck you place on his lips (though maybe it's not the speed of the occurrence, so much as his shock).

"please?" you repeat.

he looks off to the side and stays silent, though his demeanor is indicative of some heated internal debate.

sukuna can't let you win, not that easily. you'd be under the impression that you actually have power over him! and for what? some measly kiss?

no, he simply will not allow that. "i already told you—"

grabbing him by the chin, you cut off his words with another kiss, but this time it lasts a few beats longer. your lips don't move against his, they just linger there in a way that that makes him question whether all of the oxygen has vanished from the room.

when you pull away, you're looking at him expectantly with the same pout still playing on your lips.

"fine!" he barks, grumbling something afterwards that sounds a lot like "evil little minx."

"human earthworm two is definitely still the best."

you're walking home with yuuji after a late night showing of the newest movie in the series.

"no way," you contend. "this one was even better."

he gawks at you. "in no world is the seventh film in an anthology the best! you're crazy—"

sukuna's mouth appears, always eager for a chance to undermine his vessel. "she's right, brat."

yuuji can't believe his ears. "what?! you haven't even seen it!"

"i don't know," you interject slyly. "i'm willing to look past that. it really seems like he knows what he's talking about."

"you mean the guy who's existence predates cinema?" yuuji asks, his eyebrows furrowing as a thought occurs to him. "what'd you do all day anyway? watch plays?"

"..among other things, yes." sukuna answers.

"if you look at it logically," you reason, "we probably wouldn't have movies without theater, so we should definitely consider him an expert in this case."

"oh please, baby. when the topic is ancient civilization or being a homicidal maniac, i'll be sure to solicit his opinion then."

"i resent that," sukuna declares, his conviction forcing a giggle from your lips.

"why?" you question. "was it the part where he called you old as shit, or the part where he called you a murderous lunatic?"

yuuji brings a hand to his mouth to stifle a snort, but you're freely laughing now.

sukuna scoffs indignantly and bites back a comment about how partial you seem to be toward said lunatic. "and to think i defended your opinion."

his response has you clutching at your sides and struggling to see through teary eyes.

but perhaps karma is real, because not a moment later, you step off the curb in a way that sends a sharp sensation through your leg.

you gasp in pain and brace yourself for the impact of falling to the concrete, but it never comes. instead, you're left with fingers clamped tightly around your wrist and a strange sense of deja vu.

you turn your head just before the dark lines fade from yuuji's arm completely.

"tch, watch where you're going idiot," sukuna scolds, his mouth disappearing as soon as he finishes speaking.

"are you okay?" yuuji asks worriedly.

"absolutely," you claim, but when you try to put weight on your left foot, you let out a hiss.

yuuji's hands find your waist, hoping to keep you steady. before you know it, he's crouching in front of you with his back turned and beckoning you to wrap your arms around his neck.

once you do, he hooks his arms under your thighs and easily stands up. "this okay? you comfy?"

"yeah. i can't believe i just did that." you hide your face in the space where his neck meets his shoulder. "thanks, yu."

when you get home, yuuji sets you up on the couch with icepacks, heating pads, three different drinks, two different books, and the tv remote.

he still asks if you have everything you need several times, then kisses you sweetly before heading to bed.

around thirty minutes later, sukuna's leaning in the doorway with his arms crossed.

"hey," you greet. your eyes never leave the tv, as you're privy to the slight tension between the both of you.

he skips the evening's pleasantries. "i could heal it, you know."

you finally turn to face him. "really?"

"of course." he rolls his eyes. "some of us can actually use reverse cursed technique."

"and you've just let me hobble around the past hour anyway?"

he shrugs. "you pissed me off."

you blink at him a few times, rubbing at your temples. "well what about now?"

"i don't know," he begins, making his way over to you. he towers over where you're seated on the couch, so you have to crane your neck to look up at him. "just doesn't really seem like something a homicidal maniac would do, but maybe if he were to receive an apology..."

you cover your face with your hands and groan. "i didn't say that. this is really something you should take up with yuuji—"

"i don't make a habit of conversing with the brat, so if that's the way you're going to be..." he turns on his heel and starts for the bedroom, but you grab onto his sleeve just before he's out of reach.

"wait. please don't go."

just like that, your words have his resolve crumbling and any of his lingering irritation ebbs away. he urges himself to stay strong though, especially after the go fish debacle.

when he doesn't speak, you let out a breath.

"i'm sorry, sukuna." he can tell right away that you're being entirely sincere. "i would never purposefully hurt your feelings. i only meant to tease you, but i can see how i was being mean."

are those... are those tears swimming in your eyes? are you in that much pain, or did he just make you feel that badly? in any case, he endeavors to remedy it immediately.

moving around the couch until he's in front of you, sukuna kneels between your legs. he grabs your left foot gingerly, situating it on his thigh before hovering his hand over top of it.

he sighs. "i don't care if you tease me and you weren't being.. mean." the words sounds so juvenile to him.

you weren't necessarily wrong either, goes unsaid.

well, he'd like to consider himself a little more sophisticated than 'maniac' would imply, but that's beside the point.

"then why are you upset with me?"

his jaw flexes as he tries to find the right words. "i would prefer you do that when it's just.. us."

"oh." realization dawns on you, as does another heap of guilt. you know he despises being trapped in yuuji's body, and you completely failed to consider how ganging up on him might make him feel. "i'm... fuck. i'm really sorry, sukuna—"

"stop apologizing," he urges you in a low voice. it's partly because what he just said makes him feel pathetic, but more than that, it's because the look of self reproach you're wearing is akin to a thousand needles in his chest. "it's fine."

he can't believe you're sitting there with so much remorse over a man like him because you... what? wounded his pride?

he probably deserves it anyway.

why should you give a shit when he's done things a thousand times worse, a million different times?

oh, right. because you care about him.

you can't see the cursed energy at play, but you can tell it's working as your pain begins to dissipate.

once he's finished, he carefully moves your foot to the floor and looks up at you. it's not unlike the way a person might gaze at one of the wonders of the world, like they're lucky to be there in the first place.

with the intensity of his gaze, it feels like he can see right into your head— read your every thought and pick apart every emotion. has anyone ever looked at you like that before? you're having a hard time remembering. you're having a hard time thinking of anything at all, really.

so it goes without saying that you don't think about it when you lean forward and kiss him.

it's not at all like when you were trying to convince him to play cards. no, this isn't light hearted or frivolous.

and it's not like the other two kisses you've shared either. it isn't heated or desperate, nor does it leave you gasping for air.

it's tender. it's so fucking tender, in fact, that sukuna wonders whether he's going to crumble beneath your touch.

he grips the area just above your knees, as if needing something to tether himself to before he withers away completely.

his lips move with yours in a way that's slow and careful.

your hands are on either side of his face, ghosting over his skin as a testament to your hesitance— like you're not certain if this is something he would want.

he wonders how in the world you could ever second guess yourself.

when you pull back, you examine his face for a moment before a small, shy smile tugs at your lips and you murmur, "thanks 'kuna."

he just peers at you wordlessly and it makes you nervous, so you attempt to fill the silence. "it feels so much better. a-and i'm sorry again abo—"

his hand finds the back of your neck, pulling your lips against his for a moment longer. "don't mention it, angel."

ever since you gave sukuna your copy of frankenstein, he's spent a decent portion of your nights together reading, his brows drawn together in concentration.

upon finishing, he stares at the page after taking in the final line: "he was soon borne away by the waves and lost in darkness and distance."

he's deathly quiet and wearing some unreadable expression. his eyes seem far off.

you leave him be for a little while, as it's clear he's lost in thought, but eventually you grow a bit concerned. it's been nearly half an hour since he last moved.

"sukuna?"

he turns to you. "why did you think i would enjoy this particular book?"

you consider his question carefully, his mood evoking your own seriousness. "it's... elegant and tragic. i suppose i appreciate the moral grayness of it. why do you ask?"

"no reason."

"did you enjoy it?"

"yes."

"why?"

he ignores your question. "frankenstein— do you like his character?"

you can't help but feel like you're answering some sort of riddle. "i think he's foolish and arrogant, but i guess i pity him to some degree."

"and the creature?"

"i'm much more sympathetic toward him. he's very... complex and certainly less culpable for the events of the novel than his creator."

you're surprised when he laughs. "of course you would think that way."

and with that, he's flipping through the pages of the novel. you move to sit beside him and once he finds what he's looking for near the middle, he begins reading:

"remember, thou hast made me more powerful than thyself; my height is superior to thine, my joints more supple. but i will not be tempted to set myself in opposition to thee. i am thy creature, and i will be even mild and docile to my natural lord and king if thou wilt also perform thy part, the which thou owest me. oh, frankenstein, be not equitable to every other and trample upon me alone, to whom thy justice, and even thy clemency and affection, is most due. remember that i am thy creature; i ought to be thy adam, but i am rather the fallen angel, whom thou drivest from joy for no misdeed. everywhere i see bliss, from which i alone am irrevocably excluded. i was benevolent and good; misery made me a fiend. make me happy, and i shall again be virtuous.”

his voice is strangely even, almost bordering on robotic. you're struck with the notion that he's attempting (with rare difficulty) to mask his emotions.

you regard him quizzically and wait for him to speak. the last thing you expect to hear tumbles from his lips.

"you know they called me the disgraced one?" you nod. "do you know why?"

"i know the story that sorcerers have passed down."

he hums. leaning back into the couch, he looks fixedly at the ceiling before continuing. "i was just a boy when i was orphaned and no one knew anything about my heritage, including me. jujutsu society took me in and raised me as a sorcerer."

"and you didn't care for it?"

"oh, quite the opposite. i reveled in it. my strength was unprecedented, that much was clear from the start. i surpassed my teachers with ease, and eventually, i took to training alone— reading primitive texts and honing skills that they couldn't teach me."

your hand finds his thigh, hoping to offer him some consolation before beckoning him to continue. "then what happened?"

"the men who had been my teachers, who had been the only.. family i'd ever known.. they scorned me. deemed me reckless and dangerous to jujutsu society. plotted my demise."

your voice is small when you ask, "were they right?"

he wants to hate the question— wants to hate you for asking it— but he knows that it's warranted.

"no. i admit i was forward thinking and a bit.. unorthodox, but i wasn't..."

"what they thought you were?" you offer gently.

he nods. "not until they made me that way— not until they abandoned me and backed me into a corner like some animal."

you struggle to find the right thing to say, if any such thing even exists. you're amazed that he's confiding in you, and while it makes your heart swell, you really don't want to fuck it up.

he looks back down at the book, his eyes scanning the paragraph before repeating, "i was benevolent and good; misery made me a fiend."

he says it as if he's coming to terms with the circumstances of his life for the very first time.

"the creature was remorseful at the end of the novel," you recall somewhat bravely. "are you?"

sukuna thinks for a great deal of time before replying. you wait patiently for him.

"no," he answers decidedly.

looking over at you for the first time since he began his story, he's relieved to find your face is free of rebuke. instead, there's a warm willingness to understand him. a sadness because of the way he was alienated.

he's curious whether anyone would be able to read the sentiment on your face, or if he just knows you better than most.

is that a privilege he's worthy of? he doubts it.

"you didn't deserve what they did to you," you whisper, reaching up to rake your fingers through his hair, nails grazing his scalp before your palm rests against his temple.

his head leans almost imperceptibly into your hand, and any regret or unease he may have felt at relaying his past to you disappears. watching a single tear slip down your cheek, he wipes it away with the pad of his thumb.

he means to say "don't cry. not for me," but the words die in his throat.

for once, your tears are for him rather than because of him and it's utterly riveting. the fact that someone like you would cry on his behalf seems to contradict every horrible thing he's ever been told about himself.

he could sit here and bask in the feeling forever— he's always known himself to be selfish after all. and you know it too, don't you?

his eyes flicker between each of yours, studying your face. "do you want to know why i don't regret the things i've done?"

you tilt your head to the side. "why?"

"because even if it's made me into a monster..."

for a moment, he contemplates not saying anything more. he considers forcing himself to pull away from your touch, even if it's the only comfort he's been given his entire life. he might still be able to salvage whatever tiny, laughable pieces remain of his pride—

"all of my actions have led me to you."

your eyes soften before you're wrapping your arms around his neck and pressing your body to his. he returns the gesture after a few seconds pass.

you know he's awful. you know he's cruel. you know that what he's been through doesn't excuse his actions. but still— you want so desperately to take away his pain. to make up for all the things in his past. to wipe the blood from his hands.

as you embrace such an incredibly complicated man (one who is infamous for unrivaled wickedness, yet has his face buried in your hair), you ponder the creature's plea: "make me happy, and i shall again be virtuous."

a/n 2: if you're still w me, thanks for reading!! i'm not sure how i feel abt this part, so feedback is both welcome and appreciated!! also, how do we like sukuna using angel?? in my head he picked it up from the "my good angel" line in jane eyre, so i hope it doesn't seem too unnatural. alsoooo, highly recommend frankenstein. it's one of my favorite books!! mary shelley popped off and literally created the entire genre of science fiction at 21! anyway, thanks for all the love yall, it means the world<3

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You Look Happy

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Summary: Eddie keeps his private life away from the team, leading them to think he's single. They all get a shock at the annual BBQ when he brings a few special people along.

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"So, is everyone bringing someone on Friday?" Hen waved her fork in the air and glanced around the kitchen at her coworkers.

"I'm bringing Maddie along, she's excited to see everyone." Buck found himself a seat at the table and reached across the table for a slice of pizza.

It was the annual station cookout on Friday, they would have a BBQ going and everyone would be bringing a range of food, cakes and drinks along to make the day a big event. It was a chance for family to come and visit the station and see the team in their 'work habitat' as Bobby called it. They all needed any excuse they could get to have a party when their line of work wasn't always pleasant.

And everyone was encouraged to bring someone along, whether it was family or just a friend.

"Hmm, no special lady for you then?"

"There might be," A smirk started to form on Buck's lips and he glanced over at Eddie with a raised brow like it was a competition. "But it's too soon to bring her along to the station and meet everyone." He didn't want to push things too far, not yet when they were only just starting to go out on proper dates. Meeting the team Buck classed as his family would be a step too far too soon.

"What about you Eddie, do you finally have a lady to introduce us to?" Hen poked her tongue between her teeth, showing off a smile as Eddie looked up from his glass, suddenly realising he was being pulled into this conversation.

He could feel the heat rising to his cheeks and a splash of colour coating his skin just from the thought of bringing his special someone along to the cookout.

"The bachelor over here who lives at the station?" Buck turned around in his chair to look behind him at the coworker he classed as one of his best friends but his smirk dropped when he took in Eddie's stoic expression. "What, do you actually have someone in mind to bring?"

Eddie's lips pursed to the side and his jaw tightened just a little but after taking a deep breath, he managed a small smile to try and lighten his own mood. He didn't realise all of the team were in agreement that he was single. Although that was probably his own fault for keeping his life so shut off from the rest of them, but still, Eddie never denied it when they used to say he probably had someone waiting at home for him. It wasn't a secret.

It was a tough transition from the army into the fire department, Eddie was so used to keeping his life private because talking about his family when he was thousands of miles away from them only dampened his mood and brought him down. And he couldn't bring himself to put his wedding ring back on his finger after having it on a chain around his neck for so long.

It was always safer to have his ring tucked away beneath his uniform and in the dead of night when he was out on watch or he couldn't sleep, he would curl it in his fist and indent the shape into the palm of his hand. Eddie couldn't sleep if the ring wasn't around his neck, the small weight on his chest was a comfort he had grown used to.

But Buck had seen him leaving the showers and changing into his uniform hundreds of times, he thought his friend would have noticed the ring around his neck. He thought Buck knew but was just being respectful of his privacy.

"I have some family here in LA that can come along,"

Eddie took a swig of his drink and rested his hand on the counter, smiling around the rim of his glass. The team knew most of his family was back in Texas, his parents, his sisters and their families, a few of his aunts and uncles but he still had two aunts here in LA, plus the family his team didn't know about.

Part of Eddie wasn't sure if he would make it here in LA, if he would like the transition or get used to being here. It was why he kept himself so closed off from the rest of the team, he didn't want to get close if he was going to head back to Texas.

But it had been a year since he started at the station and he knew without a doubt that this was where he wanted to be and all of his family had adjusted to being here. They were here to stay. It was about time he let the team meet his family, after all, the team were like a second family to Eddie. He spent most of his time here with them and they were all important to him. It was time he merged both worlds together.

"That's great, you know you can bring anyone along. Siblings, nieces or nephews or friends, everyone's welcome." Bobby patted Eddie's shoulder as he passed him but his words didn't comfort Eddie as much as they unnerved him. Even Bobby didn't think Eddie had anyone special here, he was under the same impression that Eddie was a single guy who willingly spent all his time here at the station.

He was doing the extra shifts for the money, not the company or the thrill.

"Perfect," He was going to surprise them all.

***

A smile formed on Eddie's lips and he tried to balance his weight on his heels and keep his steps as light as possible so he couldn't be heard traipsing through into the kitchen. He'd already kicked off his boots the moment he walked in the door which gave him the advantage of being quieter.

He passed through the doorway into the kitchen where the radio was playing softly in the background, helping to cover up the sound of him returning home.

His sights set on the one person he was hoping to surprise and while she had her back facing him, Eddie picked up the pace and he seemed to time it perfectly right. Just as (Y/n) turned around, Eddie pounced and wrapped his arms around her waist and lifted her off her feet in a split second. His smile broadened into a grin when she shrieked and he spun round on his heels as he felt (Y/n)'s arms deadlock around his neck and her face bury into his shoulder.

"Eddie!" (Y/n) swatted her hand down on his back and breathed his name into his neck but she could already feel him laughing against her before he kissed the side of her head.

He was always one for surprising her.

"You'll give me a heart attack one day," (Y/n) mumbled the words into his shoulder but she couldn't hold back a smile. Her arms tightened around his neck when he carefully set her back down on her feet and she could feel his hands roaming around her back and hips before he settled on cupping her stomach instead. "Oh, that's why you scared me is it?"

"What?" Eddie kept his head nuzzled against hers until (Y/n) cupped his face and tilted his head back so he could look down at her and he took the liberty of resting his temple against hers. He had a very innocent expression on his face but the way his eyes gleamed and his pupils started to expand gave away everything. And when his lips curved up and he flashed his teeth, (Y/n) couldn't help but laugh.

"You forget just how well I know you, Mr Diaz. You scared me to wake her up."

(Y/n) let her hands move down from cupping his cheeks to rub up and down his shoulders as he threw his head back to let out a hearty laugh. He had been rumbled.

Every time when Eddie was around and (Y/n) started to feel some movement from the baby, Eddie was there with his hands roaming her stomach only to find that their girl had settled back down. It was like she was teasing him and he didn't like it, he wanted to be there for everything, he didn't want to miss a thing and he loved to feel her kick more than anything.

Eddie just so happened to realise that whenever he snook up on (Y/n) or gave her a little jump scare which he was prone to doing, the baby woke up and she would wriggle and kick up a storm. If Eddie got (Y/n)'s heart racing, he could hold her stomach like he was doing now and he wouldn't miss a thing.

"Ah, you caught me, but I was right. See, she knows it's me." He continued to smooth his hands up and down her stomach while he pressed a kiss to her forehead and rested his lips there for a while.

"Did you have a good day?"

"Not too bad all things considered. Do you have plans for Friday?"

Adrenaline sparked in (Y/n)'s stomach when Eddie's hands moved to caress her hips and he walked her back until her hips bumped against the kitchen counter and he had her caged in. He stepped closer until he was practically stood between her legs, their hips and chests merged together and his forehead tipped down until it was resting on hers. His hands moved from her hips to rest on the counter either side of her, caging her beneath him like his prey and it sent her knees wobbling in the best possible way.

She tightened her hands on his biceps before she moved her palms to smooth her hands and fingertips up and down over his chest. It was something she knew drove him crazy and she could feel each breath becoming deeper and steady beneath her fingers.

"No, I don't think so. Why, what did you have in mind?"

"We're having a family day at the station in the afternoon, there will be a BBQ and Cap said we can bring anyone along. Fancy joining me with Christopher?" Eddie glanced his eyes down to (Y/n)'s lips as he spoke and subconsciously licked his own lips before he looked back up to her eyes.

"It sounds lovely… what's that look for?" (Y/n) rubbed her thumb across his chin and up along his jaw.

She knew that look in his eyes and the way his lips twitched up on one side like a slanted smile. It wasn't a bad or worried look but it was something different to excitement or happiness, he looked apprehensive.

"No one's expecting me to bring anyone,"

(Y/n) wasn't surprised. She knew Eddie like the back of her hand and he was a very closed off, private person. He could joke around at work and have a laugh and get to know people, but letting them into his life was much different and it was harder than it seemed. But Eddie was ready to let everyone in now, he knew they weren't the kind of people who would hurt him or turn on him, they were a new family and he wanted them in every aspect of his life.

Eddie kept his eyes on (Y/n)'s lips for a few seconds until she cupped his face in her hands again and brought him closer so their noses brushed together. But it was her smile that made his heart skip a beat and his eyes creased from the wide smile that spread across his face when she kissed the corner of his mouth.

"We'll just have to show them how loved you are then, won't we?"

He brought his hands up to cup hers before he leaned forward to press a feverish kiss on her lips. His fingertips itched and tapped against her hands and he shifted between her legs with a buzz of energy. He would have kissed her deeper, harsher, quicker. He would have lifted her up off her feet again and spun her round or sat her high on the kitchen counter if a certain voice didn't stop him in his tracks.

"Daddy, you're home!"

***

"Are we here?"

"Yep, this is where daddy works," A small bubble of anxiety dwelled in (Y/n)'s stomach when she approached the fire station looming ahead of them.

The only time (Y/n) had been here was when she had dropped Eddie off and picked him up from shift when his car was in the garage. She had never actually been inside and seen what it looked like on the other side. It loomed large like a beacon in society.

Where was she supposed to go? Did she have to sign in or let someone know she was here? Did they have a checklist or was anyone allowed to turn up unannounced? Eddie did say that anyone was allowed to be here and he had told everyone he was bringing someone but she knew he hadn't specified who was coming. He was going to surprise them and show them that he did have people waiting at home for him when his shift ended and his work like came to a finish.

(Y/n) unhooked her bag from her shoulder and looped it over the handlebar of Christopher's wheelchair that she was gripping so tightly her knuckles were almost popping through her skin.

Her eyes did another sweep over the pair of them, triple-checking that they looked okay to be here. Christopher had chosen himself a dark blue button up shirt and trousers and (Y/n) had gone with a floral yellow dress that looped up around her neck and came down just beneath her knees. It was one of the only dresses (Y/n) had that looked more sophisticated but also stretched enough to cover her six-month bump.

Clothes were starting to get snug at the moment and Eddie was coming home to find (Y/n) had confiscated a lot of his shirts and button ups since they fit her better than her own clothes.

The wide red doors that opened up for the trucks to get out were pinned open to let people flow in and out and (Y/n) could hear the music before they even got inside. And the atmosphere seemed to buzz through the air like speckles of sugar glistening all around the station.

"Are you ready?"

"Yep."

Smiling, (Y/n) reached down and ruffled his curls and looked down to make sure he was holding the two trays tightly. They had spent the morning baking cookies and a lemon cake which was Eddie's weakness and Christopher wouldn't let go of them all the way here.

Pinning a loose curl behind her ear, (Y/n) took a deep breath and pushed the chair forward into the station that was crowded with people moving about from all angles. Some were up high in the loft, leaning over and laughing and joking. Others were near the gym towards the right and people were dotted between the two trucks and the ambulance which had all been cleaned today by the looks of them.

Where was Eddie hiding? He had been here since eight this morning because he was technically on shift but he promised (Y/n) as soon as they arrived, he would be right beside her and he wouldn't leave unless he had to go out on a call.

She was sure the panic was written across her face when an older man approached them with a soft smile, bright eyes and broad shoulders.

"Hi, welcome, come on in. I'm Captain Nash but everyone calls me Bobby," He waved a hand over before both his hands moved to rest on his hips but he had a calming voice that made (Y/n) feel at ease. If everyone seemed as welcoming as him then this wouldn't be as daunting as she first thought.

"Hi, I'm (Y/n) and this is Christopher."

"We made cake!" He held the silver tray out for Bobby to see but it was clear he wasn't about to hand it over. He was proud and showing off what they had done but he was still protecting the treats they had made. He wouldn't put them down until he saw Eddie.

"Wow, thank you! Everyone here as a sweet tooth. Who are you here for and I'll go let them know you're here."

"Eddie, thank you," (Y/n) rung her hands together when Bobby raised a brow but his open mouthed expression quickly turned into a grin and he nodded. He waved them to follow him towards the buffet table where a lot of people were crowded round sharing jokes and playful taunts before he wandered off to find Eddie.

"Hey, look, someone made cookies!"

(Y/n)'s eyes darted over to a tall man who looked to be a little younger than Eddie, he had a broad smile and a playful aura about him that seemed to radiate to Christopher who smiled proudly. He crouched down beside the chair and folded his arms over on the armrest but his eyes were on the cookies Christopher was already trying to get the clingfilm off.

"Thanks, these look great," He kindly took the cookie he was offered and ate it in one, causing the eight-year-old to giggle happily. "I'm Evan, but everyone calls me Buck."

"Oh, you're Buck, Eddie talks about you a lot." (Y/n) smiled down at him before she leaned around the chair and carefully slipped her hands beneath Christopher's arms to pick him up from the chair. It was always easier to take him out in the wheelchair than make him walk too far on his crutches but (Y/n) knew he would be fine to walk and hobble round the station if he was slow and careful. "Why don't you put them on the table, baby?"

She took the lemon cake from him and put it on the chair so he wouldn't be carrying too much and he could focus on putting the cookies down on the buffet table across from them. When she turned back to Buck, he was stood up again, hands in his pockets and a curious smile on his face.

"He talks about us, does he? Are you his sister?"

Something flashed across (Y/n)'s eyes and she forced herself not to laugh, settling instead on a kind smile. Surely she didn't look related to Eddie? They weren't similar in looks or features or height and (Y/n) certainly didn't look like any of his big sisters.

"Hey Buck, who's this?" Hen appeared at his side, handing him over a drink before she turned towards (Y/n) with one of the brightest smiles she had seen before- other than Eddie and Christopher of course.

"There you are," Eddie's voice was unusually soft and quiet but he knew (Y/n) had heard him when he saw her head turn to the side to try and see where he was. It had been a tempting idea to sneak up behind her and give her a small jump like he had done the other day but he refrained because they were in public and he didn't want to embarrass her.

He walked up behind her and his hands instantly found their home on her waist, cradling her hips comfortingly through her dress that stood out to Eddie from a mile away. He knew as soon as he walked down the stairs that his wife, his girl, was the one in the yellow summer dress that had sequins sewn into the hem and her hair curled into ringlets, pinned to the back of her head.

His chest glued up against (Y/n)'s back and she could feel his deep breaths resonating through her, no doubt full of anticipation about introducing his family to his work family. But (Y/n) could feel how oddly calm Eddie was behind her and she found herself closing her eyes when he kissed the side of her head and leaned down to keep his lips smothered against her cheek for a few seconds.

"Guys, this is my wife, (Y/n). Sweetheart, this is Buck and Hen, and that's Chimney over there."

Something about the way their jaws dropped made Eddie grin against (Y/n)'s cheek and he could feel pins and needles tingling down to his fingertips. They were expecting his aunts to be his company today or some distant relative or just a new friend he made whilst living here. They weren't expecting him to be married or to have a child either.

"It's lovely to meet you," (Y/n) shook Hen's hand when she held it out but her eyes were narrowed in on Eddie and her lips were pressed together like she was waiting for an explanation.

No one would have made fun of him or commented if he told them he was married. He knew all about their love lives, or Buck's lack thereof and he had met Hen's wife Rachel before and her son Denny. But this was the first they were hearing of him having a family.

"Wife? So, so you're married?"

"That's generally what it means, Buck." Eddie pressed another kiss to (Y/n)'s cheek before he hovered his lips over her ear when he noticed the cake sitting on the vacant wheelchair in front of her. "You made my favourite," He whispered the words quietly against the shell of her ear, feeling her shiver against him which only made his grin broaden.

"Oh, so he's your boy?" Buck pointed across to the buffet table where Christopher was already making a dozen friends with anyone who was within his reach. But as soon as his head turned and his eyes landed on Eddie, he was clapping and making his way through the crowd to get back to his parents.

"You have a kid too?" Hen turned round to catch a glimpse of who Buck was pointing to. This day just kept getting better and better.

"Yeah, here's my boy."

"Daddy!"

Eddie unravelled one hand from (Y/n)'s hip and crouched down enough so that when Christopher hurried over to him with open arms, he could scoop him up. He curved his arm around his boy and effortlessly lifted him up in one arm and perched him on his hip while his other arm stayed around (Y/n)'s waist, keeping the two most important people close at hand.

"Shall we go cut this cake? I'm starving," He bounced Christopher on his hip before he kissed (Y/n)'s forehead and reached down to grab the lemon cake that was calling his name. "I won't be a minute," He mumbled quietly against her skin before he headed over towards the buffet where Bobby was starting to plate a few things up.

His arm nudged against Bobby when he went to cut the cake and he smiled up at his captain when he felt his boy nuzzling into the crook of his neck with a big smile.

"Do you know what you're having yet?"

"A little girl," Eddie knew it was a sensitive topic but he couldn't stop himself from grinning like the Cheshire cat even as he bit down on his lower lip to calm down his smile. He had his son in his arm and soon he was going to have a little girl to spoil and show off to the team. He was beyond excited.

"That's why you've been picking up the extra shifts?" Bobby kept his voice quiet so no one else would pick up on their conversation but he spoke with a smile and a calm tone. He wasn't being rude or insinuating, he knew better than most what it was like to keep your family to yourself and have something that the rest of the team didn't know about. But Bobby thought it was good that Eddie was opening up to them all, he had been with them long enough to be one of the team and be part of their family.

"Yeah, I'll need to put in for a few weeks off soon, thought I may as well do extra now while I can." He was going to be asking for time off in a few weeks because in just over two months he wanted to be home with (Y/n) ready for when she went into labour and then afterwards to help her at home with the baby.

Eddie knew it was the best idea to do overtime now while (Y/n) was pregnant so it wouldn't affect them when he had to take leave and be home with her. He wouldn't be able to take a lot of extra shifts after the baby was born, he knew (Y/n) would need him home with her.

"Good for you, you look happy."

"Oh I am Cap," Eddie let his eyes wander back over to (Y/n) who was smiling and laughing along with Buck who was trying to cautiously feel her stomach but it wasn't something he had ever done before. "I am."

#eddie diaz x reader #eddie diaz imagine #eddie x reader #imagine #pregnant! reader #pregnancy #911 fox #911 #911 imagine #evan buck buckely #bobby nash

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Traitor💔

Miguel O'Hara x Spider-Woman Reader

Synopsis: A blurb detailing your heartbreak from Miguel inspired by some breakup songs. Word count 1.5k ish. Meant to be a one shot. (JK, I MADE AN EPILOGUE)

A/N: had this idea after @prettyinpink350 commented that The Woman He Didn't Choose part 1 reminded them of All Too Well-10 minute version by Taylor Swift. I imagine getting your heart broken by him would SUCK. The man has such a tragic backstory, it would take a long long time to get him to be comfortable with getting hurt again and vulnerable, possibly hurting whoever he's dating or seeing in the process if their expectations don't align. I think that ATSV and the comic version of him are different however, it's possible some of the personality traits would stay consistent and so as a result he might struggle with infidelity. I think he's had his fair share of experiences.

BUT I do still write sweet, fluffy soft Miguel, though. Because I do believe he has a soft side that exists and it's unfair imo to write him off as completely incapable of being a good partner because I believe he can. I imagine it'll be a tough road but he would eventually get there. He's a complex man and I love him anyway. 🫶🏽 Working on DD part 9 and the woman he didn't choose I promise, I've been dead lately in terms of motivation.

TW: MINORS DNI, ANGST, CHEATING (I DON'T CONDONE THIS), HEARTBREAK, BREAKUP, MIGUEL IS MORE COLD IN THIS, SMUT ( IT'S BRIEF, P IN V, DEGRADATION, SPANKING), age gap(reader is 26, Miguel is like 34-35), no happy ending

The songs that inspired this(all rights to rightful owners, some of the lyrics were tweaked slightly):

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It was her. It was always going to be her.  

🎶I was just the villain built to come between you two. 

I'm just the other point of view. 🎶

It's the movie where the guy gets the girl in the end. She's the one that got away but then comes back into his life, lighting up his world, making him realize his new girlfriend would never come close. 

That all too familiar shift in the way he acted when she moved back into the city. When you noticed how he started looking at you with a gaze that was clearly being stolen by someone else. You decided to ask him about it and he dismissed you with a shake of his head, calling you paranoid. 

🎶Brown guilty eyes and little white lies

Yeah, I played dumb but I always knew🎶

Now he brings her around, almost as though to shut you down on purpose. Showing her off like a brand new trophy. 

If any of the sweet nothings he told you were true, there's simply no damn way that he could have fallen in love again so quickly...

🎶Ain't it funny....🎶

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But months later

🎶You call me up again just to break me like a promise.🎶

The 1 am call you know you shouldn't answer but you do anyway. 

"She's not here.......Please, I need you."

And there you go, jumping in the shower for a quick rinse and brushing your teeth, speeding towards his apartment like a dumb ass. 

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"Fuck......FUCK! God baby...so fucking tight.....I missed this pussy, fuck...." 

A shower of sharp spanks land on your ass, one after another, after another as Miguel thrusts his cock into you from behind. 

"Yes.....harder, baby.....HARDER!" 

"Yeah?....You would fucking like that, wouldn't you....Needy little slut....mmmm you like it when I fuck you like this, huh? Can't get enough can you? "Had to come crawling back for more of this cock?"

Every word stings harder than the slaps he's giving you but it's a sick, twisted, erotic feeling. You actually love it. The fact that he's still craving your pussy even though he's supposedly with his dream woman. The fact that you're still on his mind as soon as she leaves. 

The fact that you're in his bed right now, not her. Even if only just for tonight. 

"Fuck....yes.....baby.....can't get enough of you....mmmmm fuck I missed you so much....." 

"Say that again." 

"Missed you so much Miggy...." 

"¿Cuánto?..." (how much)

"So fucking much....I crave you all the time....." 

Miguel lets out a loud groan and you practically scream as he pounds you without mercy into his mattress he shared with the other woman.

Shortly after, you're laying all fucked out, panting as you close your eyes, decelerating from the heavenly orgasm he pulled out of you, only for it to shrivel up when you feel your clothes land in a pile next to your head. 

"She'll be back any minute....you gotta hurry." 

"What?" You sit up, confused. 

Miguel's too busy taking a shower, trying to rid himself of your scent. The damning evidence of someone else in his bed while she was gone. 

You immediately regret ever coming over. 

You're about to rip him a new one but your spider senses tingle. You can feel her ascending the staircase. You throw on your leggings and hoodie and swing away into the night without saying goodbye. 

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You let him have it on the phone later. 

"I wish you thought through all of this before you strung me along and made me fall in love with you..." 

Miguel stands outside his apartment, he had to sneak down to take your call as soon as he was sure she was asleep. He tenses his jaw. He feels guilty but there's not much he can do about it now.

"She's older...more mature. I need to be with someone who's able to understand and live with my responsibilities. I shouldn't have given us a chance, but I did because I needed to move on from her.... I can't help that I've known her since we were kids. She gets me."

🎶So casually cruel in the name of being honest. 🎶

"Oh and I don't? I don't Miguel? So all those times I stayed up with you, crying, holding you and promising you I wasn't going anywhere, those didn't happen? Or the fact that I saw you lose it completely multiple times and still called you the next day? The fact that I was willing to let go all the times you let me down because I knew it wasn't your fault and the fate of the multiverse comes before everything else? I literally loved you at your worst, but that didn't matter?"

Silence. 

"Look, I just think that maybe if we had been closer in age, we would've been fine." 

🎶And that sentence made you want to die. 🎶

"That's not fucking fair, Miguel! I'm 26, not a baby! And we spoke CANDIDLY about this when we got together. I NEVER had, not even a HINT that this would be a problem for you, and now you drop it on me right as you tear my heart out?! And it's not even something I can change!" 

You pause, more sobs erupting deep from within your soul. 

"I'm sorry, that the stars didn't align and the timing wasn't perfect and my dad didn't fuck my mom around the same time as yours so I could've been born at a better time. I'm sorry that I tried so fucking hard to be the chill girlfriend who lets you do whatever even though I'm not. I'm sorry that I kept my fucking mouth shut when I knew damn well you were talking to her when we were together just so I could keep you around. I'm sorry that I'm not her..."

The line is painfully silent. 

🎶The idea you had of me, who was she?🎶

"So who's this version of me in your head you envisioned, huh Miguel? The perfect me that would've made you stay. Do I even know her? She's me, but she's not. She's not needy like I am. She's perfect. Has the perfect body, perfect hair, doesn't ever look bad for you. She's intelligent and has all the maturity you claim I don't. She reflects back on you perfectly every little thing you just LOVE about yourself because let's face it, that's the only person you really ever gave a fuck about."

Loud beeps assault your eardrum and you scoff in disbelief. He hung up, and who knows how long you were just talking to a wall. You hurtle your phone at the ground, letting the screen crack as your knees buckle beneath you and hide your face in your hands in despair. 

🎶When she's sleeping in the bed we made, don't you dare forget about the way you betrayed me. 

Cause I know that you'll never feel sorry, for the way I hurt, yeah. 🎶

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Trying to forget him as the weeks passed by ,albeit agonizingly slow. You find yourself weeping in the HQ bathroom, some girl asking you what happened: 

🎶You. That's what happened, you.  🎶

A few weeks later, a package with all of your clothes arrived at the post office for you so he didn't have to see you face to face. It even contained all of the pictures you took together and the letters you wrote him. He didn't keep a single one. 

You sat in the parking lot for a few minutes as you clutched the Disneyland tickets to your heart, sobbing. The cruel, cruel irony of remembering how you were in the happiest place on earth with him, the place that planted those dreams of happily ever after in that little girl's head, only for her to be crying over a man that stomped it into the ground years later.

Remembering how you walked back, arm in arm to your hotel room together as you leaned into his chest, giggling when you finally got him to admit the park wasn't as dreadful as he thought it would be, despite the ridiculous price tag. He only wanted to make you happy. 

🎶I remember it all too well. 🎶

Your lip trembles when you find the Mickey Ears you bought for him lying in the box. "Miguel" cross-stitched in curly gold writing on the back. 

Your red scarf from that first week together hung in the corner of his closet until your scent wore off. He would eventually have the gall to offer it to her one December night when she was shivering, saying that it was his mother's. 

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Your tears make your vision blurry as you drive down the dark, rain soaked streets of Nueva York. 

You know his street is coming. 

When you do finally pass it, you use all your strength to keep your gaze straight ahead, the faded letters on his street sign disappear rapidly behind you as you take a deep breath, and head on home. 

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Epilogue

#miguel o'hara #miguel atsv #spotify #miguel ohara #miguel x reader #miguel o'hara x reader #atsv miguel #miguel o'hara smut #across the spiderverse #miguel o hara angst #miguel o'hara angst #miguel o'hara imagine #miguel o hara x y/n #miguel o'hara x fem!reader #miguel ohara x fem!reader #Spotify

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intimacy alphabet - b.s.

Brennan Sorrengail x reader words: 1.4k-ish 🏷: NSFW. all of it. I tried to keep this gender neutral again and I think I succeeded? mentions of penetrative sex, oral, fingering, soft d/s dynamics, the usual stuff. It took me a while to figure him out, but I think I'm onto something here. lemme know -- always down to discuss my main man. some more spicy bren coming soon, hehe

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

he's a very responsible and caring guy -- he’s making sure you’re okay, mending any bruises or soreness he might have caused and cleaning the both of you up, giving you soft affirmations and I-love-you’s all the while, especially if he was rough with you. helps get you dressed in clean clothes and then it’s cuddle time. 

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

his hands — because you like them so much, and because you make the prettiest sounds when he touches you.

your hips — he loves grabbing them to pull you closer, digging his fingers into the softness there when he’s fucking you, kissing them before he goes down on you…

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

he likes to cum inside of you a little more than he should. he’s still in denial about what that means, though. 

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

he’s thought about messing around with you in the assembly room, and he really likes that idea, but he has a reputation to maintain, and it would probably make his work a lot more difficult— he already has a hard enough time getting work done in his office, his mind often wandering to the things you’ve done in there.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

you’ve had plenty of practice with each other over the years. he absolutely knows what he’s doing. he’s not a naive college kid anymore, he’s a man, and he fucks like it. 

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

bending you over the desk in his office and giving it to you nice and deep and a little rough, your cheek smushed into the tabletop and your nails digging into the wood — if you mess up the papers or scratch the desk, he can just mend it back, anyway. and of course he’s putting up a sound shield, so you don’t need to muffle those cute little whimpers while he uses you.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

he’s pretty serious but he loves to tease. likes watching you squirm and drawing things out until you beg.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

very clean guy. he’s doing some routine maintenance. and yes, it does.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

he’s a very caring and giving person, and that definitely extends into the bedroom. he can be incredibly tender and romantic with you if the mood is right, but sometimes you both want things to be a little rougher, and he’s very good at that too. 

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

I don’t see him handling things himself very often. if he feels the need, he’s finding you for help — or calling you into his office, where you’re going to take care of it together. 

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

re: the above,,, he has a mild free-use kink… he loves the idea of either one of you dropping everything to please the other whenever they ask. it’s usually him asking, but it goes both ways — if you walk into his office and tell him you need him, he’s putting down the paperwork and strategy plans and getting on his knees for you without hesitation.

mild authority kink (more on that later). 

dare I say a tiny bit of an innocence kink? especially if you’re younger than him… I wanna write an age gap fic for him so bad ughhh 😩

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

we’ve established that the office is at the top of the list along with your bedroom, and the attached bathroom (over the counter in front of the mirror, in the shower…) not really anywhere else.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

bat your eyelashes at him and call him Lieutenant Colonel in that sweet, innocent  voice and there’s a very good chance that you’re going to be face-down, ass-up in the next ten minutes.

also, if either of you had to be away from the other for more than two days, the moment you’re reunited + the revolution business is handled and you’re behind closed doors, you’re fucking.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

he doesn’t want to seriously hurt you or cause you pain. he knows that he can mend any injury, but he’d really rather not have to in the first place.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

he will never ever refuse head from you. he fucking loves it. it’s the ultimate stress reliever for him. holds your hair back for you and tells you what a good girl/boy you are, how pretty you look on your knees for him.

happy to return the favor, and really good at it, too. he purposely keeps his hair just long enough for you to tug on when he’s making you feel good.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

he can do both, and does them well. fast and rough when he’s mad / jealous or if you’re being a brat, slow and deep and loving when you’re reunited after being apart, after a near-death experience, or whenever either of you needs a little extra TLC. 

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

they happen quite often, but they’re never quick enough — you always end up late to whatever you have to do afterward. the other assembly members know not to go to his office to find him if he’s late for a meeting. he’ll get there when he gets there; right now he has very important things to handle.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

there was more experimenting when you were younger, and still figuring things out. you know what you like now, but you still manage to surprise each other every now and then. he’s learned a lot from your romance novels, especially the pages you’ve bookmarked and the things you’ve highlighted etc etc.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

his stamina is pretty high. he fucks. he can go an easy 2-3 rounds every time, but you don’t feel the need to go all night anymore. however, if you make a joke about him getting old, etc., he’s going to have to prove to you that he still has it, and fuck you until you cry / apologize.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

I could see modern!Bren liking to use a vibe / etc on you, but I don’t think such a thing exists in FW. 🤷🏻‍♀️ 

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

he loves to tease, namely pretending to not understand your vague pleas for him to touch you, etc. or making you repeat yourself when you’re struggling to form words because he’s making you feel good. 

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

he’s usually not too loud, mostly just some soft panting / groaning / praise. cannot shut the fuck up when you go down on him though. sounds really pretty when he cums. 

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

loves loves loves making out with you. he could do it for hours, if you both weren’t so needy / constantly under time pressure being revolution leaders. it’s just so nice to sit in his lap and kiss him, holding each other close and letting your worries and stress disappear for a while. 

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

he’s built so nicely. he’s strong and muscular, but still a little soft and perfect to cuddle with. has a fair few scars on his body, including one over his heart from the arrow that nearly killed him in the battle of Aretia. you kiss it every time you see it, as a reminder of how glad you are that he’s still here with you. 

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

pretty high, but you certainly aren’t complaining.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

if you’re in bed, then pretty quickly after cleanup etc. if you’re anywhere else, he’ll usually have it in him to either make the hike upstairs to your room, or to go about your day after a few minutes of cuddles. 

#brennan sorrengail #brennan and duchess #fourth wing #fourth wing x reader #brennan sorrengail x reader #18+ #smut #mine

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2024.03.21: Ten Years (At Least!)

「夢はつまり　想い出のあとさき」 ―井上陽水、『少年時代』

Well, here we are. I started this blog (under the url "aelphvyne") on 21 March 2014, making today the blog's 10th anniversary. The blog has changed a great deal, I think, as have I, in many ways, over the past decade; but, in many ways, I really haven't.

(me c. May 2014 / me c. today)

This blog has changed my life in a lot of ways, which feels weird to say, but it's true. There are a number of people I'd never have met were it not for our Posting on here - I won't tag anyone to avoid being obnoxious, but! I'm really glad I met you! Sincerely! A number of ideas i never would have encountered (for better or for worse). A number of places - like actual literal places in the real world - I might not have gone. Books I might never have read, songs I might never have heard, films I might never have watched. The list goes on. But why did I come here in the first place?

I started this blog to be closer to people I liked and in some sense I guess that's still the blog's raison d'être. This site is, after all, where I've spent the most time talking to people for the better part of the past decade. It's also become the de-facto hub for various projects that have rotated in and out over the years - the Homestuck stuff in 2020, an (unfinished) novella in 2021-2022, and most recently, the Evangelion Annotation Project (which I promise is still ongoing & will update...soon-ish).

And since it's been going on for so long, I guess the other thing this blog has become is an archive. A record of various moments in my life. A lot of the stuff I've posted and reblogged over the years I wouldn't stand by or endorse today. A lot of it I would. (Some of it I don't remember having posted in the first place; but I am reminded, when I look through this archive every now and then, that these, too, are remnants of who I was at some point.)

I like to take photographs every now and then, of the sky outside my window, of rain on leaves & the moon & things like that. I guess I've been doing that since around the time I made my proper return to Tumblr in 2020. If there's one really important thing on this blog, one thing that I feel really good about, it's that; those pictures are the kind of record that I really wish I had kept in earlier years, and that I hope to be able to continue to keep going forward.

And I will keep going forward. I've thought about leaving this place on a few occasions; and, I suppose if the Internet continues on its rather sad present trajectory, I may have to soon enough. But until then, "the show must go on" - at this point, I have no plans to leave any time soon. In a way, it's a line of continuity between myself 10 years ago and now. When I look back ten years from now (God willing!) I'll remember that we both liked doing this - rambling self-indulgently on the Internet to an audience of mostly strangers but - importantly - some friends, too. Some good friends. After all, who else would we have said all that too? Would we have said it at all? I think, in any case, that having said it is preferable to the alternative. By a mile.

[bestboysaiki]

BUCKET LIST ☆ 04

The sunrays are simmering into your skin on your way to school, your footsteps speeding up when you glance at watch and .. JEEZ ?? 30 MINUTES LEFT ??!

Bland colored houses are all you can see for a few blocks before entering the school grounds. Your body basically shuts down once you flop down on your hard chair, which is on Saiki’s right. You beam at him, your heavy breathing breaking apart the quiet atmosphere of the classroom. You sit on the edge of the chair, waving him over.

"Sai-"

The teacher smacks the yard ruler on then chalkboard, grabbing the attention of everyone in the classroom. You bite your lip , a look of defeat washing over your face when you fix your position on your seat.

“Okay listen up ! Since this is your last year at high school, oh so very exciting” She says in the most boring tone ever you start to question if she even wants to be here. “You will create a bucket list with about thirty ish activities, it will be a project and I will be the one to assign partners!”.

Your ears perk up at the word partners. You have a gut feeling that you and Saiki are destined to be partners for such a project. You turn to Saiki with an idiotic smile, he pretends to not see you in the corner of his eye. “I’ll be naming off the partners now..” Mrs. Shimizu announces, picking up the crumbled paper which makes it seem like she thought long and hard about the duos.

You straighten up your back and bite the skin around your fingers. You really hope it’s not some weirdo who is secretly into adult magazines, and you really hope it’s Saiki. You’re not sure why you felt some connection to him but you really did feel something in your weakening heart.

I just want to be friends with him, that’s all.

As names are being called out, you could hear groans and gasps from your classmates. Either indicating they love or dislike their partners. You turn to Kaidou who is visibly excited of being partners with Aren but trying to hide it by saying “Psshh no biggie”.

“Kusuo Saiki and L/n Y/n”.

You gasp loudly, clumsily falling out of your seat with a loud thump. You peer up at Saiki with a snicker, sucking in your lips to hide your smile when he stares down at you with a pained look.

“Good grief, you’re going to be a pain in the ass” He mumbles. You can only shoot him with finger guns and send a wink his way. He rolls his eyes and gets up as soon as the bell rings, and the teacher calls out the last partners. Teruhashi passes by you and gives you an awkward smile, her hands balled up in fists. “So lucky! You got Saiki ahahah ..” She says, Chiyo having to drag her away from you when she notices Teruhashi might hit you upside the head. You nervously laugh, shaking your head to dismiss the tense air between you two.

You make your way towards Saiki, your footsteps a bit too loud and skippish.

“Get away, I’ll deal with you later” He tells you. You shake your head, wrapping your arms around his arm. “Let’s write our list together, please!” You pipe out, your grip deadly tight. He attempts to shake you off but gives up once he sees your puppy eyes staring up at him.

He does not like that he developed somewhat of a soft spot for you but your e/c eyes really got to him at times. He exhales dramatically, reaching down and flicking your forehead with a bit of force. “Alright alright, just get off. You’re causing a scene” He whispers, nervously looking around and seeing your classmates giggling and at pointing at the both of you.

You let go almost immediately, dusting off your shirt and leaning in way too close to his face. He does the opposite, leaning back as you came closer to him. His palm comes in contact with your forehead, forbidding you to come closer.

"I lied".

You slump down on your seat, throwing your arms in the air in frustration. "Then when?" He shrugs his shoulders, not seeming to care about your feelings until he smiles. "Lunch time".

You freeze, dumbfounded as he hands you a book. You pout as he leaves, your fingers playing with the dog ears that he did on the corners of the pages. You open up the book, seeing notes on the blank sides of the pages. You hiccup out of embarrassment, a faint color of pink brushing against your cheeks.

You get up and run out into the hallway with the intention of getting his attention. "Saiki" You loudly call out into the crowded narrow space, watching him walk down as he tries to make his way down to the cafeteria.

Why does he make my life so complicated?

As you catch up to him, he turns his attention to you with an amused look on his face. "Yes?". You gulp, showing off the pages full of neat handwriting. "You annotated my book?" You ask, your hands shaking with a bit of anger but nervousness as well.

He nods, "Duh".

You let your book in hand fall to the side, wondering if you should ask this question but decide to do so anyways.

"I thought you didn't read much" You question with a soft voice, your classmates giving you stares as they walked by the both of you. You're not aware that you are in the middle of the lunch room but Saiki completely takes note of this. He jus doesnt want to say anything.

"What's much to you?" He replies with coldness hinted in his voice, his eyebrows knitting together as he seems offended by your statement. You step back, your hand practically crushing the book. A sigh leaves your lips, shaking your head.

"Nevermind" You say, your cheeks burning up when you realize you're blocking the way for others. Also because Saiki kinda just ended you on the spot. "I was joking" Saiki clears up, but honestly who can tell when he sounds so serious at times? You throw the book at his chest, not too hard because well it is your only copy of Peter Pan. Why did he do stuff that made you so confused?

Why does he have to be so complicated?

"Get me a new copy, I don't need you to clarify the book with your little notes" You huff out, nudging him quite harshly when you flee the scene. You stomp down to the classroom, grabbing your backpack with the intention of leaving the school day behind earlier.

Making your way down to the exit doors, you feel a presence behind you which causes you to speed up your walking.

"Y/n" A firm voice calls out to you.

"Nuh uh, you're not getting to me" You reply, you clasp your hand around the exit door handle. Without warning, a tender hand sets upon yours. You push their hand away gently, and see Saiki with your book in hand to your left.

"Not so nice to throw books at people, don't you have manners?" He asks, passing you the book. You accidentally graze your hand against his, and he drops the book in surprise.

He bends down and grabs the book, pushing it into your hand and he grimaces. "Cheeto dust" He mumbles, stepping back and eventually walking away. "Get your bucket list ready for tomorrow, I don't want to waste time".

You glare at his disappearing figure, flipping through the dull pages to read some of the writing he left behind. You notice that yes, indeed you have cheeto crumbs on your fingers. Brushing them off on your shirt, you continue scanning the pages. A neat annotation catches your interest, you turn the book around to see the writing better.

“Peter losing Wendy was his biggest lost, he really thought she was his forever” You read, you could hear Saiki's monotone voice in your head as you read the note. You smile, knowing he was probably poking fun at Peter Pan. You nod, making your way back to the classroom and picking out your favorite annotations that Saiki had left behind.

“Yeah he’s definitely something”.

You could feel it in your chest that this bucket list project will do you good for your sickness. All you hope is that Saiki does not dislike you at the end of it.

☆☆☆

Writing down the last item on your list, you place your head in your hands. You scan the events from number one to number one to number twenty-seven.

Say farewell to Saiki and friends is what your list says at number twenty seven.

You won't die of course, it's just in case you do. Although your treatment is going well so far but you know it could backfire at any moment. Sometimes you find yourself praying until your knees stung, praying that you get better and do not have to tell your friends anything.

"Hey Y/n, done with yours?"

You flung yourself over your paper, hiding the evidence that you're not at your healthiest right now. Kaidou frowns, leaning down to face you and his eyes show unsettlement.

"You okay? How's your nose doing?" He gingerly presses his thumb against your nose bridge. You wince slightly, wrapping your hand around his wrist and pulling it down to your lap.

"I'm okay Kaidou, I swear" You softly whisper, watching his face turn completely red as you spoke. He pulls away, rubbing his wrist as if you hurt him. "Okay! I'm glad, uhm, see ya!" Kaidou hesitates to leave but scurries away when you give him a smile.

You always wonder why Kaidou was a mess around you, his words always stumble upon each other. Jeez, the amount of shades of pink that paints his face is astounding.

You tap your shoes on the floor in the most obnoxious way, oblivious to the fact that Saiki is staring at you at the classrooms entrance.

Do they not know that's annoying? He thinks to himself, his mouth opened a bit to show how much displeasure you are rising in him.

As soon as he walks pass by you he regrets even stepping into the class in the first place. "Saiki hi!" You exclaim, waving at him and expecting an immediate response back.

Saiki could pretend he could not see you, but he's done that so many times he thought maybe he could spare you a second of his time. The pink haired boy waves back at you and with a satisfied nod of your head, you cross out the first item on your list.

Saiki raises an eyebrow, hovering over your desk and staring down at you and the number one being crossed out already.

"What-", "My first on my bucket list is to get you to say hi back to me!".

He leans even closer, his fingertip finding the first item and he could not help but express disbelief. "You really wasted something like that on your bucket list?". You nod profusely in return, "I did not think it would be able to cross it off so quick".

He plants his hands on your desk, wondering why the hell the teacher even paired you up with him.

They're obviously annoying and very childish so why .. his thoughts come to a pause when you grin at him with mischief in your eyes.

Yeah, they're definitely annoying.

"We're only doing your list, so let's pretend I have the same list as you, okay?" He asks, punching the desk quietly before retreating back to his seat. You watch him in silence, folding your paper and pushing it down your pocket.

He seems off today .. eh.

So you continue on with your day, not even paying attention as much to your schoolwork as usual. Though, you could feel eyes burning into you everywhere you went.

It was Saiki. Obviously. He's fixated about your condition again as you showed up to school with dark eye circles. He wishes he did not care, he wishes he could ignore it but he has a suspicion you won't be getting better anytime soon.

He just hopes he could save you in time.

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[rikaluver]

P.U.N.K Girl - Tfem Springtrap x GN Reader

Chapter Two

Rating - Mature-ish

No actual warnings

Also available on AO3

She doesn't seem dangerous. Sure, she's taller and stronger than you but that doesn't mean she's a threat. She's a sweetheart, and even if she wanted to hurt you, she's had plenty of chances to already. She just seems lonely.

That's how you justify coming back every night. It's not because you want to get yourself killed one of these days, although you wouldn't mind. You're doing it out of the goodness of your heart.

"You know, I realized I've never asked about your past."

The statement catches you off guard. You've never really talked about your past.

"Uh, there isn't really much to say. I don't live an exciting life." You force a laugh, hoping it'll be enough to convince her.

"Oh, lay off it. That can't be true."

"Trust me, it is."

"There must be something about you? Do you have any siblings...or a significant other?"

"Uh, no. I'm as single as they get, plus, my family and I are seperated."

"How'd that happen?"

"It's, um, not really important." You hope she'll get the message and move on.

"I think it is, seeing as you won't tell me."

You sigh. She's persistent but you really don't want to tell her about your past life. You left it all behind you for a reason.

"Look, can we just not talk about it? There's not really much to say. Besides, aren't you a lot more interesting than me?"

She laughs. It's a strange noise, coming from her. A deep, staticky laugh that sends a chill down your spine. It's quite unpleasant.

"Why won't you tell me what happened? Don't you trust me?"

"Of course I trust you! I just, I really don't wanna talk about it, okay? Can we please talk about something else?"

She lets out a small hum as if thinking, before replying. "Fine, we'll drop it."

A wave of relief washes over you. Thank god. You really don't want her knowing the shit that's happened in your life. It's too much, too soon, and you don't need her thinking of you any differently. You know you'll have to open up to her eventually, but you're not ready to yet. You hope she'll understand and accept you for who you are when the time comes.

"What do you do when I'm not around?"

"Nothing." The answer seems detached. It's different from how she usually responds to you and you can't help but feel as though something's wrong.

"Oh, well, what about when you were alive? You can't have spent your whole life here, right?"

She chuckles. "Not even close."

"Can you tell me more about your life? What was it like?"

"Why should I?" Her answer catches you off guard. It feels as though the animatronic has changed in an instant. You can't place the feeling, but you suddenly feel nervous and afraid.

"I...I was just curious. I thought maybe you could tell me some stories about when you worked here or something."

"I don't think so." Her voice is cold and harsh. It makes the hairs on the back of your neck stand up. "I'm not here to entertain you, you know?"

You try to stay calm. "No, no, I know that, I was just asking because I want to get to know you better."

"Then stop prying."

You're taken aback by her sudden change in tone. She sounds angry, and it's honestly scaring you a little. "Did I do something wrong?"

She lets out a low, rumbling growl. It makes your blood run cold. You'd never thought of her as dangerous before (besides when you first met) but now you're oh so very terrified she might do something to hurt you.

"Maybe."

You swallow. Hard. "Well, what did I do? If I did something wrong, I didn't mean to."

She lets out a bitter laugh, not bothering to respond with actual words. She's not giving you much to go on so you decide to try a different approach. "Look, Springtrap, I'm sorry if I upset you, okay? I didn't mean to, I just wanted to get to know you better."

"And how come you're allowed to do that but I'm not?"

She's not making any sense. "I didn't say you couldn't ask about me, I just said I didn't want to talk about my family life."

"I don't care."

You stare at her for a second, mouth agape. How is she not getting it?

"Are you serious right now?"

"Yes."

"So, you're telling me, you're mad at me because I didn't tell you about my past, even though I told you I didn't want to talk about it?"

"I'm not mad at you. I'm just not going to share anything about myself if you won't."

You finally let our frustration bubble over. "That's not fair!"

"It is fair."

"No, it's not. That's not how this works."

"Then maybe we shouldn't talk at all."

The comment stings. It feels like a slap in the face. "What's that supposed to mean?"

"It means I don't want to talk to someone who won't even be honest with me."

"I'm not lying to you!"

"You're avoiding the question."

You take a deep breath. She's infuriating, and you can't understand why she's acting like this but you need to stay calm if you're going to effectively explain anything to her. "I'm not lying, and I'm not avoiding anything. I'm just not comfortable talking about my past."

"Whatever. It's not like it's important anyways."

You sigh. You're tired of arguing with her, and you're not getting anywhere, anyway. "Fine. You know what? Whatever. If that's how you feel, then fine."

"It is."

"Okay. Well, I'm done talking about this."

"Me too."

"Fine."

"Fine."

"Fine."

"Fine."

The conversation dies there, and the two of you sit in silence. You can't believe how stubborn she is. She's acting like a child. You try to calm yourself down, taking deep breaths, counting to ten, doing whatever your old therapist told you to do though it doesn't help much and you're still fuming inside.

"Why're you still here?" She asks, her voice drips with venom.

"Because you're my friend."

"You could've fooled me."

"Springtrap..."

"Just leave, would you? I don't want to see you anymore."

"Don't be like that."

"I'm serious. Leave."

You can't help the way your heart sinks in your chest. You don't want to leave, but you know you're not going to get anywhere with her.

"I'll see you later."

"No, you won't."

You leave without another word. You don't know why she's acting this way. You don't know what you did wrong. You just hope that whatever it is, she'll get over it soon.

The next day, you can't get her out of your mind. No matter how hard you try, you can't stop thinking about her. You miss her. You miss her voice. You miss her laugh. You miss her presence. You're not sure if she still doesn't want to see you but you don't want to risk making things worse.

So, you avoid looking for her.

The hours tick by and your shift passes slowly. You keep an eye on the cameras, just in case. But there's no sign of her. She must be avoiding you, or she's still in the room you found her in before. You hate that. It feels like she's shutting you out, and you can't stand the thought of it. You try not to dwell on it, though. There's nothing you can do, anyway.

You're about to pack up and head home for the day when you hear something. It's faint, but it sounds like footsteps. They're coming from outside. You turn the monitor off and look through the window, hoping she'll be there. But she isn't.

You let out a disappointed sigh and go back to packing up your stuff. You're just about done when you hear it. The footsteps. They're loud and they're getting closer. They match what Springtrap's footsteps sound like and you feel your ears metaphorically perk up.

Your heart races as you see the familiar shape of her towering figure.

"Hey, Springtrap."

"I didn't think you'd come back." Her eyes are downcast and she sounds sad, it breaks your heart.

"Well, I did, gotta get paid." You joke, trying to smile. "Listen, Springtrap, about yesterday-"

She cuts you off. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have snapped at you. I was just...I was angry. And frustrated."

"I get that. I'm sorry too, I just...don't really like talking about my past."

"I understand. And I shouldn't have pressured you to talk about it. I'm sorry"

"It's okay."

"Really, I am. And I'm sorry for saying we shouldn't talk anymore. I don't want that."

"Me neither."

She smiles, or at least you think she does. The animatronic suit is technically always smiling.

"So, are we okay?"

"We're okay."

There's a brief pause before you speak again. "Do you want to tell me about your past? I can stay a little after hours, I'm sure my boss won't mind."

"If you want to hear it, then I can tell you."

"I do."

"Okay, so, I was married to someone. A lovely lady named Clara, we had three kids together. Two boys, and a girl. Their names were, well, still are, Evan, Elizabeth, and Michael. Michael was the oldest and Evan was the youngest. Elizabeth was a handful but we loved her, anyways. We all lived together in a nice house and everything was great. Until...Evan died."

"I'm sorry to hear that."

"It was hard, on all of us, but Michael took it the hardest. He blamed himself for his death, he shouldered all the blame even though it was an accident."

"This was when Fredbear's Diner was still a thing. Michael and his friends were playing around with Evan and stuffed him into one of the springlock suits. The springlocks snapped into place and killed Evan, though he didn't die immediately. He was put in a coma for 5 days before finally passing in his sleep."

You cringe, something in your brain tells you you were there when this happened but something else tells you you're delusional. "I'm so sorry. I can't imagine losing someone like that."

"Neither could Michael. He shut himself off from everyone after that. And I take the blame too, as his parent I should've been there to comfort him. But I didn't."

"I'm sure that's not true."

You don't know what else to say. It's obvious that Springtrap feels guilty about Evan's death. "I'm sure you did the best you could."

"I wasn't there when Michael needed me most. So, when Elizabeth died and Michael got a job at the Pizzeria, I took the chance and tried to make amends for my mistake. But I ended up just hurting him even more."

"How?"

"I'd rather not say."

"That's alright." You pause, processing the information. It's a lot to take in. You can't imagine going through that. "What happened after that?"

"The restaurant closed down and I was left alone." You can't help but feel like she's omitting a few things from the story but you leave it alone for now. All you want to do is comfort her.

"I'm so sorry, that must've been hard on you."

"It's fine, I learned to cope."

"Well, if you ever want to talk about it, I'm here for you." You place a hand on her shoulder, hoping it'll give her some comfort. "Do you have any more stories you want to share?" You ask, trying to change the subject, and hopefully lighten the mood a bit. She doesn't respond, her eyes are distant and she's staring off into the distance. You decide to take the initiative and continue talking. "I mean, you had three kids, I'm sure you have a bunch of stories. What were they like?" She doesn't say anything. "Come on, humor me." You chuckle, nudging her slightly.

After a brief moment, she finally speaks. "Elizabeth was a ball of energy. She loved animals. And she always wanted to dance. She used to wear a little pink tutu and perform for us." She lets out a soft, sad laugh. It sounds different than usual, it's more human-like and less mechanical. "Evan was quiet, shy, and reserved. He was a good kid, though, he didn't cause much trouble. And Michael, well, Michael was just like me when I was younger. Stubborn, determined, and a bit of a trouble maker." You smile as she speaks. It's nice to see her open up about her past.

"What about your wife?" You ask, curious. She'd mentioned her earlier but hadn't said much about her. You were wondering if she had any stories about her. "Clara, was it?"

"Yes." A small, wistful "smile" graces her face. It's almost enough to make you forget she's a corpse-filled animatronic. Almost. "Clara was beautiful. She was smart, funny, and caring. She was the love of my life. And the best mother. She loved our children more than anything. They were her whole world." Her voice trails off. There's a hint of sadness in her voice, and you can't help but feel bad. You wonder how long it's been since she's spoken about her family and her loss. You wonder if it hurts her to think about them.

"You're very lucky, to have had such a wonderful family." You tell her, squeezing her shoulder reassuringly. "I wish I had had something like that." Your voice cracks a little, and you're suddenly reminded of just how alone you are. Sure, you have friends, but you don't have anyone like what Springtrap describes. No one's ever loved you like that. Nobody's ever cared enough to stick around. Not even your own parents. You'd never really known love, not like she did, not like her family did.

You feel something wet trickle down your cheek. You realize it's a tear, and quickly wipe it away, hoping she won't notice. She doesn't. Her gaze is fixed somewhere else, far off into the distance, and you're pretty sure she's not even aware of you. You sit quietly, letting the silence settle around you, enjoying the moment. But eventually, the quiet starts to eat at you, and you feel the need to say something, anything, just to fill the void. So, you ask the first question that comes to mind. "So, do you miss them? Your family, I mean." It's a dumb question with an obvious answer.

But the way her eyes light up makes your heart ache. "Every day." She replies, her voice barely a whisper. "Every day, I think of them. And every day, I wonder if they'd forgive me." She looks at you, her gaze is intense and unwavering. "And, sometimes, I wonder if I can forgive myself." Her words cut through the air like a knife, and it feels like they're digging into your very soul.

"Of course you can." You reach over and grab her hand, holding it tightly. "There's nothing to forgive. You didn't do anything wrong." She pulls away, her expression unreadable. But then again, was her expression ever readable. "You were only doing what you thought was best. It's not your fault that things turned out the way they did. You did the best you could, under the circumstances. That's all any of us can ask for."

The sentiment doesn't seem to comfort her, though, and she just looks away, her expression grim. You know you shouldn't push, but you can't help but wonder what happened to her.

Your wondering is cut short when you hear keys jingling outside the door. Your boss, you presume, has arrived. Shit. "You should probably go, I'll be fine if he catches me here...but not with you." You don't really care about yourself, but you can't stand the idea of him doing something to Springtrap. She just nods, not saying anything. You watch as she leaves, your heart heavy with sadness. You wish you could've helped her more, but there was only so much you could do. As you close the door, locking it, you can't help but wonder what will happen next. Will she ever forgive herself?

The door opens and your boss steps in. You're about to speak up but he cuts you off. "Whoa, dude, you're still here?"

He doesn't sound annoyed, or angry. In fact, he sounds impressed. "Uh, yeah, I was just doing some stuff." You're not sure why, but you can't help but feel a little embarrassed. It's silly, really, but you feel as though you've been caught red-handed. You'd never stayed after hours, and you're not sure how your boss will react. After all, it's not like you have any valid excuse for being here. "Sorry, I know I wasn't supposed to stay late." You mumble, feeling like a chastised child. Your boss just waves his hand dismissively.

"Nah, it's cool. Just don't let it happen again, yeah?" He chuckles.

You feel relieved, and you let out a sigh of relief. It was silly to be worried, really, but you couldn't help it. You weren't exactly in the habit of staying out after hours. "Yeah, sure thing." You reply, before turning to gather up your things. As you do, your mind wanders, and you find yourself wondering about Springtrap. You can't help but worry about her. She seemed so...despondent. You'd never seen her like that, and you can't help but feel bad for her. Maybe you could do something to help. Or maybe you could even do some research. After all, it couldn't hurt to look into things a bit, right?

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Jeongin x Fem Reader

Summary: Jeongin is really just trying to have a peaceful morning at his favorite coffee shop. But then he meets you. Under weird circumstances.

A/N: Hello hello, I'm back with a sweet fic for my baby boy Jeongin! A good song to listen to is The Mercy of The Wind by Million Eyes. I hope you enjoy!

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Jeongin has been going to the same coffee shop for years. Even though the JYP building has its own café, he still prefers to make the ten minute walk to his favorite shop that makes a wonderful house latte. He’s not a latte kinda guy, but this coffee shop’s cup of joe is the best drink he’s ever tasted in his life. Every morning, Jeongin walks to work at around 7:30 (unless it's a special schedule) and stops at this shop for the same large house blend latte. Sometimes he comes earlier to have his latte in house. It really is a great way to start his mornings. Chan teases him for acting like an old man even though he’s supposed to be the maknae of the group. 

For the time being, Jeongin has been grabbing one large latte and a large americano to go, due to Jisung’s latest craving for newer flavors (as if he doesn’t just get the same order at different places). He should really just try making it at home at this point, Jeongin thinks. But, he’s not the type to complain, it gives him an excuse to make the trip. Today’s trip is no different. 

Jeongin walked in around 7:50 ish, ordered his usual latte for here, and waited in the same spot he always does: the corner both next to the streetside view, across the way from the counter. He took out his notebook, jotted down some songs he thinks he might want to cover soon before the tour starts, and patiently people-watched until his order number was called. Jeongin really did appreciate that names aren’t called, he could just sit here, with a mask and a beanie, not having to worry about being recognized. He is an idol after all. The good thing is that this coffee shop is also quite secluded from the busier side of the street. 

Today’s weather was miserable, Jeongin had to admit. It was rainy, windy, and cold. Even he struggled to make the walk, and even considered not coming. But Jeongin had a routine to uphold, and that was coffee. He observed the small trickle of people that were coming in seeking shelter and a hot beverage to warm them up. It sounded creepy, but Jeongin just liked to listen to what people ordered. Even though he ordered the same drink every morning, he still considered trying a new order if it struck his fancy. 

Aside from the weather, Jeongin also observed that the cashier card reader is down, and it’s cash only today (which he had no problem with because he always carries cash, a tip he picked up from Seungmin). This meant that many people didn’t get to order what they wanted to, but some eventually came back after a quick trip to the atm. The coffee from here was just that good. As Jeongin sipped on his coffee, he relished in the warmth of the shop and the smell of freshly grinded coffee beans. Nothing beats this. Suddenly, Jeongin remembered he forgot his napkins from the counter. He got up, strolled over, and minded his own business as he took a couple from the pick up counter. However, just as he was about to turn around, Jeongin felt a mild warm splash on his sweater. He cluelessly looked down and then up, not really knowing what to do. His eyes met those of a shy, very pretty girl who was holding a partially empty cup and was covering her mouth, completely wide eyed at the events that just took place. 

Jeongin looked down again at the stain and calmly proceeded to try to wipe off the brown stain, which clearly didn’t work on his cream colored sweater. 

He looked back up and awkwardly stared at the girl. He wasn’t quite sure what to do. She was quite small, but very delicate. He couldn’t stop staring at her. 

“Oh my gosh, I am so sorry! I didn’t see you there and that guy over there just kinda pushed me, I really am sorry. I could buy you a new sweater, I-” 

“Oh no, it’s fine. You said some guy pushed you?” Jeongin felt more concerned for this random girl than his own sweater at the moment. 

The girl blinked a couple times, reeling from the question Jeongin had just asked. “Oh- yeah… The guy in the blue raincoat over there. He was arguing with the barista and I just had to pick up my coffee but he jostled me a bit. He didn’t really push me per se, but yea, I’m really sorry. I could really buy you a new one.” The girl’s face flushed from embarrassment. Jeongin felt bad, partially because some asshat just pushed a girl and partially because it’s always embarrassing to spill something on a stranger. 

“It’s okay, really. I have an extra shirt somewhere in my bag. Did the guy at least apologize?” Jeongin scanned the cafe and spotted the guy still standing a couple feet away from them, arguing with the manager. How could he not hear them arguing before? Jeongin looked back at the girl who was inspecting her half spilled coffee. Why did Jeongin feel so bad for her? He wasn’t even the one who spilled coffee. Jeongin pursed his lips in thought. 

“Let me get you another one then.” Jeongin blurted out. Even he was surprised at this. The girl was just as startled. “Oh, you don’t have to, in fact I should be treating you to one.” She had a panicked look on her face. Jeongin just shook his head and walked over to Mr. Blue Raincoat and the manager. Was he really doing this? I guess he was. There goes his peaceful morning. 

Completely forgetting about his stained sweater, Jeongin walked up to the counter and interrupted the argument. 

“Excuse me? Can I get another coffee for…” He looked back at the terrified girl and she blurted out, “Y/n.” “For Ms. Y/n? This kind man just pushed her and made her accidentally spill some coffee. Clearly.” He motioned towards his sweater. The manager of the shop made an O with his mouth and the guy simply scoffed. 

“I didn’t even push her! I just tapped her, she was in my way. She shouldn’t be in someone’s way when they’re talking.” The guy rolled his eyes, but Jeongin just glared at him. 

“Sir, respectfully, I wasn’t talking to you. I just want to make sure Y/n gets a refill, since you so kindly wasted half of her coffee.” His words were sharp, as was his glare. Jeongin felt satisfied at telling the guy off. He turned towards the manager and kindly went back to his request. 

“If you could be so kind, I think she deserves another one please.” Jeongin smiled and the manager immediately nodded before calling for another coffee from a nearby barista. The guy huffed and turned to Jeongin. Uh-oh. The girl hid behind Jeongin and he tried to look as calm as possible, even though his heart was beating at a ridiculous rate. He wished Chan or Changbin hyung were here to save him right now. 

“So now I got another idiot interrupting me too? What’s your problem?” The guy got up real close in Jeongin’s face. Jeongin stared at the man, unsure about where he should take this. Luckily, the manager returned with Y/n’s coffee and noticed the commotion. Jeongin tried to take a step back but bumped slightly into Y/n, to which he automatically lifted his hands to keep her behind him. He wasn’t sure what Y/n was thinking, but he could take a wild guess and say that it was fear or embarrassment or both. 

“Sir, if you don’t take a step and calm down, we are going to have to call the police. Please step away.” The manager raised his voice. The man just scoffed again and angrily snatched his bag from the floor, muttering something about this establishment being the worst he’s ever been in. He then proceeded to leave. Jeongin took a deep breath and closed his eyes before remembering where he was. Oh yea, Y/n. He turned and whispered, “You alright?” before being met with your wide eyes. You just nodded and kept apologizing profusely. Jeongin blushed before bowing a bit and stuttering out a bunch of “It’s okay” and “Don’t worry about me.” The manager cleared his throat and called the attention of the both of you. You kept bowing deeply and apologizing before taking the remade coffee. 

Before you could walk away, Jeongin slipped off his mask and quickly called your name. 

“Hey, Y/n?” 

“Yeah?” You turned to him quickly. 

Jeongin gulped, you were even more beautiful than he noticed the first time. 

“I was just going to ask if you’d like to join me? If you have the time of course, if not that’s fine too-” 

“Sure!” You blurted out. Your face reddened. Jeongin scratched his neck and his ears reddened too.��

“I’m sitting over there. Let me just change really quick.” Jeongin pointed at the corner booth before leading you to it. He took out his spare gym shirt and excused himself before running to the bathroom. He checked the time just as he pulled the new shirt over his head. 

8:15. His schedule for the day started at 8:45. He’d have enough time right? If he was late, he’d just cite that his alarm never went off. Chan would understand. 

Jeongin quickly checked his hair before walking back out to you, who was now sipping your hot drink and staring at the rain fall. Jeongin took in the sight of you before clearing his throat and sliding into the booth. Just as he sat down and moved his notebook, his knees accidentally bumped into yours. You jumped a bit and blushed. 

“I’m sorry.” 

“No, it’s fine.” You voiced. Jeongin’s face burned. “I didn’t mean to- I mean-” 

“I never asked you for your name.” You interrupted Jeongin’s babbling. He froze before remembering this was his cue to talk. You shyly smiled. 

“It’s Jeongin.” Jeongin’s voice cracked and he laughed nervously. Y/n ignored it, thankfully. 

“I like your jacket. You’re really pretty-” Jeongin paused before quickly correcting himself. “I mean your jacket is pretty. Not that you’re not pretty but-” He quickly spiraled. You covered your mouth and looked down before giggling. 

“You look pretty too.” You blushed and knocked your knee against his. Jeongin tried to keep his composure. Damn, she was pretty. 

“Thanks. I’m sorry if I’m making you uncomfortable.” He apologized and glanced at the rain covered window. 

“No it’s okay. I feel way more comfortable than before. Thanks by the way.” Jeongin smiled at you and quickly cleared his throat. 

“So- what brings you here?” Jeongin immediately regretted that. He sounded like Chan when he said, ‘you come around here often?’ He mentally slapped himself for that. You laughed. 

“I heard about this cafe from a friend and decided to try it before I headed off to the park. You?” You took a sip from your coffee. Jeongin almost forgot he had coffee at all. “I’m actually a regular here. I come here every morning before work for their house latte. It’s pretty good.” Jeongin rambled. He felt more like an idiot by the second. You gently nudged his arm and raised an eyebrow. 

“Can I give you my number?” 

Jeongin stopped talking. Your number? 

“Yes?” 

“Are you sure?” You laughed at his tone. 

“Definitely.” 

“Okay then.” You turned to your bag and took out a receipt and a pen before scribbling your number on it. “Here. Let’s get some coffee, in different circumstances of course, sometime.” You smiled and Jeongin’s brain ceased to work. He took the receipt and stared at the numbers. You started to get up before Jeongin raised his voice. 

“Wait- I have to tell you something.” He panicked. You stopped and tipped your head in response. 

“I’m an idol. I actually work at JYP.” 

“I know.” You simply stated. Jeongin felt shook. He opened his mouth and then closed it again. What? 

“Oh, sorry, not in a creepy way. I just meant, as soon as you told me your name I recognized you.” You stuttered, trying to explain yourself. Jeongin breathed a sigh of relief. Oh. He thought he had a crazy fan on his hands. 

“Are you okay with that? You know, giving me your number and all.” Jeongin tried to speak. You simply snickered and kept collecting your things. 

“Jeongin, if I wasn’t okay with it, I wouldn’t have given you my number. Text me later so we can meet again okay?” You tapped the receipt before getting up, smiling and waving goodbye. Jeongin’s head spun. “Okay,” he whispered as you sauntered out the door. Jeongin stared at the receipt. You had written your name with a heart next to it. He sighed before gulping down his coffee and carefully tucking the receipt into his phone case. He couldn’t wait to text you later and the thought of your confidence brought a silly smile to his face. 

-

A bell jingled as you opened the door to the coffee shop you frequented with your boyfriend most mornings. The smell of fresh coffee beans never failed to make you stop and smell. Unfortunately, your boyfriend was not as patient and nudged you forward. 

“Hey! I was appreciating the smell.” You pouted and crossed your arms. Jeongin just rolled his eyes and pushed you forward by your shoulders. “Babe, you can do that when I’m ordering. It’s called multitasking.” You scoffed and struggled to keep the two of you from walking forward. Eventually you gave up and stopped in front of the counter. The barista smiled and greeted the both of you.

“Good morning! The usual for today?” The barista smiled and Jeongin shook his head. You scrunched your eyebrows in confusion. 

“Not today. I want to order two house lattes please. Large and for here.” Jeongin confidently said. You rolled your eyes. Usually you got a lavender mocha and he got an americano since they removed the house latte from the menu. 

“Babe, that’s not even on the menu anymore.” You stated, as a matter of fact. Jeongin hugged your shoulder and squeezed you into his side before smiling. 

“I know, but today is the 2 year anniversary of when I first met you. I’m sure they can make it again right?” He turned towards the barista. The barista happily nodded and scribbled the order on a blank note. 

“That’ll be right up. On the house.” The barista smiled. Jeongin smugly smirked at you before bowing his head to the barista and saying a firm thank you. You shook your head and let Jeongin lead you to the corner booth. 

As soon as you sat down, across from him, Jeongin leaned forward to place his chin on his palms. You eyed him suspiciously. 

“What now?” You huffed. He smiled and the corners of his eyelids crinkled. You found this quite endearing but you also had a facade to uphold. 

“Remember when we first met here?” 

“Unfortunately, yes. Why?” 

He laughed. 

“You spilled coffee on my sweater and profusely couldn’t stop apologizing, but all I could think about was how gorgeous you were, and still are.” Jeongin grabbed your hand with his free hand and toyed with your rings. “I was a mess that morning. I’m also pretty sure Chan scolded me for being late too.” You smiled at the thought of his older member scolding Jeongin, such a sweet little boy. 

“Babe, you couldn’t even think straight. I just had to give you my number to shut you up.” You endearingly laughed. You rubbed his hand with your thumb. Jeongin pouted and pretended to be offended. 

“That’s all it was?” He faked cried. 

Suddenly, the barista brought two piping hot lattes out to your table. When he set them down, you could see the latte art formed two halves of a heart. You blushed and thanked him. Jeongin didn’t even notice the heart. 

“Baby, look! They drew a heart with cream.” You giggled. Jeongin looked over and formed an O with his mouth. 

“Woah, they really do know us.” 

You rolled your eyes. 

“I would hope so, with how often you drag me here.” 

“Hey, they have great coffee and a great atmosphere too. You should appreciate it a little more.” Jeongin stated before taking a sip of his latte. You took a small sip and tasted the perfectly roasted coffee bean flavor and milk. It was like heaven. Jeongin really did have taste after all, you thought.

 Jeongin looked up from his cup and gazed at you softly, wondering how miraculous you came into his life. Now, he sat here, getting coffee every morning, but this time it was with you. There was no one else he’d rather do this with than with you.

#SKZ #Straykids #Straykids x you #straykids x reader #straykids x y/n #Jeongin #I.n. #Bang chan #leeknow #changbin #hyunjin #felix #jisung #seungmin #you make stray kids stay #lovestay #goodnight!

[hospitalterrorizer]

diary147

2/8-9/2024

thursday - friday

soooo sleepy, ish, idk. i maybe i just want to be sleepier than i am?

i dunno. it's hard to know where i really am, relating to my body. i ate junk today, working out tomorrow will be extra rewarding, at least, and today was break-day. today i did record vocals, very exciting, i'm so excited about inching nearer to completion on this record. it feels like, i dunno, like something, not important to anyone but me, but it's a strange birth, labored, it's been inside me 4ever, at this point, pregnant so long, it's calcified, a statue, kinda, flesh turned to limestone inside my barren stomach. and from where will it come, i guess this long process is working my way up to a c-section, i should put a pin in that, come back to it for naming the album or something.

just got more lyrics down, very easy for a 43 second long song.

today i had a long conversation w/ a good friend, it was really nice, one of the places it took us was we talked abt his name is alive, the band/musical project (calling it a band feels strange to me), and the things it brings to mind, i sent her some photos of how the music makes me feel, the psycho-geography attached to the musc, using some pictures i've taken around here.

here is a song:

here are some photos:

the desert at night, the particular kinds of places i grew up around, eerie and dark enough to feel like you might see a ufo, that kind of thing. it feels connected to here for me, she brought up the midwest which is also true, i just think everywhere has this feeling inside of it, but for me it's a very vegas-y thing, that kind of dislocation. the last photo makes me miss the horsies.

tomorrow i might be hanging out w/ my gf's brother, but i also think i need to like, prep food, and stuff, idk, i might need to stay home to make whatever the next few days are like easier / better for me. looking at next week's work schedule, it seems like i'm working 1 less day but i am also doing closing shifts it looks like. crazy.

i have to get a pic off my phone tomorrow, a selfie i took, i was finally able to dress cute today, because i've not been going out at all recently, my gf's dental appointment went well, saturday she's getting a root canal, but she's not too stressed, i'm hopeful she'll be okay when she comes home, and then a bit after that, a filling, and it'll help her a lot, she won't be in pain like she always is, apparently, she doesn't talk about it a lot, her mouth pain, but it's there i suppose, i'm glad she'll be better soon.

anyway, i need to sleep soon, so,

byebye!!!!!!!!

#Youtube

[threenorth]

At the end of my work day I'm completly exhausted, to much brain focus not enough calories, and shit food is expensive....

Now I know we said future focused but, there's so much glimmer of you, it's really difficult to know exactly but none the less...

Ryan, Pink,

You make me feel like there is something worth living for a reason I slave at my desk everyday trying to get forward in a world that wasn't made for me and the reason why I still breathe but y'know mainly coming home to you would be something worth the suffering at my job (just over broke), my brain remembered but I think I said it but I gave you an anchor I told you, because you calmed my sea, not to weight me down.

Logan,pale pink.

I'm glad you feel better, I don't know what you went through but I'm always here, unless I'm battling myself... And we're just take turns... And if we're both up shit Creek at least we have each other, and...probably the same psychologist. Jokes a side, I hope you know that no matter what you say, nothing is going to make you sound,less or look less beautiful that you think you might be.

L, pale pink.

I think for me, was the day I was pushed down the hill at primary (elementary), that thing is vicious and I think it's awful to have it in a school ground even for kids under our 6th 'year 6' (10-11 yrs) to your '5th grade' our kindergarten is pre primary, and Secondary School is also called college as I went to Northcote college, but there are people and places like Westlake boys High-school. And then with tertiary our college is university...but either that or the good old toilet bowl, I believe it I recall you said.. You need to name your trumas, haven't had that talk yet but I think you said yours was and I'll take it, abe.

Aspen, green.

Yeah I too miss that but y'know if you want depending on your schedule on my Saturday the whole day we can hang I got 100gb of data monthly now, you can come to the supermarket... Or the gym... Or whatever.

Just as long as you keep me, posted or informed with if A) your tired. B) your mental health getting a little worse. C) what you need to do around the house as chores as we can multi task... Hopefully. IE you dust the kitchen or some shit, and I run on the treadmill.... Speaking of. Treadmill the respotiry instuite called today to say the specialist I was planning to see has quit, and my appointment was rescheduled for. December 11th, so I'm looking on our medical platform database to see what other people might be able to investigate and or to what equipment they have or possibly experience or if they can use my insurance provider...adhd meds wore out so... Hahaha.

Rowan, green.

Distance makes the heart glow? I don't know to me, distance makes it difficult but I don't know if you or I can afford it yet, maybe soon... Ish... We're talk about this in due course...but distance sucks, but at least now there's long distance ergh 'toys' they seem intersting...

Good old aunty Google (nz expression) says 'absence makes the heart grow fonder'(source)

It's a little depressing but we can try watch movies or TV shows via discord or something, we're find something to do until... Hopefully not too long... But there's a few balls. I'm trying to understand currently... Long tale. Called having mental health issues and trying to do work and a degree... Yeahhh f--king kill me. 😂

Keith, red.

My heart always wonders its way back to you.

Keith, purple.

Anytime.... Unless... Oh romance, I got a meeting in the office and I don't pick up but I might see it try hussle my way out, I'm often listening to music on my phone via headphones anyway but best time to get me is 12-1 and if I'm working at home but not wensday afternoon but if I'm at home I can have you on mute throughout some meetings...

Oh and maybe if I got my cynical psychologist... Next Tuesday 5th the whole day is awful hahahaha...Dentist, hygieninst, and othorodonist... 9-12. Then 3-4pm is my shrink.

Yknow what how about your Friday depending when you wake up and if you have the whole day off I'll get up early on my Saturday... But we need to take some turns about who's one either getting up early or staying up late...

Cooper, tan.

You don't need a sign when you know my thoughts or where to find my latest thinking about you.

Regarding a text message? I don't know if I'll ever find your number in my many files I have especially one I tried hiding from myself after the last time I used it, my us cell phone VoIP redirect I posted a couple days ago... Sooo maybe just use Skype? Instagram? Facebook?

😂 You know how to find me, contact me.

Cooper, purple.

You didn't really leave me, per say.

But I would of hoped you would of tried to reach out - non anonymous, I left my Skype open for a few months and I also never blocked you, just - slightly peacefully 'forcefully' removed you out from my life,but you still had message access, I think I didn't change my Kik till maybe 2015? As my phone reset? I can't recall but I remember we had two or. Maybe one Skype call, one when I got angry at you about the prayer flags, and the other I think when something bad happened and you asked me come online...I'm so sorry that's a bit of a blur for me the years since 2014.... Some of it rock soild, others quite vague..

[megalony]

C-section

This is an Eddie Diaz imagine that was requested as a sort of spin off to my Eddie fic 'He Choked' but it can be read as a stand alone. I hope you all like it, feedback is always appreciated.

Taglist: @lunaticspoem@sj-thefanthefan@hellsdragon@im-an-adult-ish@crazylittlethingg@allauraleigh@onceuponadetectivedemigod@ceres27@avyannadawn@noonenuts@sleepylunarwolf@coverupps@justagirlthatlovedtoread @musicistheway @avada-kedavra-bitch-187 @luula @missdreamofendless @bradleybeachbabe @woderfulkawaii @topguncultleader @amberpanda99 @daggersquadphantom @marvel-and-chicago-fan @angryknightstatesmantrash @minjix @lyjen @kmc1989 @itsmytimetoodream

911 Masterlist

He Choked

Summary: Things don't go quite to plan with the birth of their second child. but their new family of four is perfect.

Enjoy.

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"Mum!"

A deep, rumbling breath pushed past (Y/n)'s lips as she leaned her weight onto the back of the sofa and tried to straighten up again. Turning on her heels, (Y/n) slowly left the living room and braced herself on the wall to stay upright. Her bare feet shuffled along the laminate flooring that felt like she was walking across an iced lake.

Her nails scratched into the doorframe when she reached the bathroom and peered around the door. The burning feeling igniting in her abdomen died down a little when she peered around the door and her eyes locked with Chris. Her boy was sat in the bath, a wide grin on his face and about four small, plastic cups floating around in the bubbles with him.

"Are you finally finished?" She tried to force herself to smile but the constant twinges rolling through her stomach made it hard to pretend.

Chris nodded his head and dropped the plastic cup in his hand when he watched his mum walk over to the bath.

For almost three hours now, (Y/n) had been feeling the start of labour pains and she felt horrid waiting around for her water to break. She had taken to pacing up and down the house while Eddie called Evan to see if he would be able to watch Chris for them and he got things ready for when they were ready to leave. They couldn't go down to the hospital until (Y/n)'s waters broke and labour was in full swing.

(Y/n) had been under the impression that since this was her second pregnancy, labour might be the tiniest bit faster. They had been in labour for two days with Chris before things finally started to speed up and then it went south with him getting stuck and not breathing.

They had been praying ever since they found out they were pregnant that this time things would go smoothly and nothing would happen to their second baby.

"Okay," She tried to keep herself smiling as she grabbed a towel from the rack and leaned over the bath. Usually (Y/n) would have knelt down beside the bath to play for a while but she couldn't sit still in this much pain without worrying Chris and he had been happy enough with Eddie popping in and out to keep an eye on him.

A quiet 'oh' left her lips when Chris wrangled his arms around her neck and started to giggle. She curved the towel around his middle and bit down on her lip, trying to brace her back and stay steady so she could lift him out the bath.

"Hey, cheeky. You know your mum can't be carrying you around right now. Come here,"

(Y/n) was grateful when she felt Eddie's hand on her lower back and when she set Chris down to his feet on the bath mat, she moved to Eddie could kneel in front of him. Chris looked between them with his thumb caught between his teeth and a grin on his face.

They hadn't told him that (Y/n) was in labour yet, all he knew was that soon, Buck would be round to pick him up for a sleepover. They didn't want to worry Chris or confuse him when he was stressed enough about soon having a baby brother or sister in the house.

(Y/n) kissed the top of Chris's head and squeezed Eddie's shoulder before she slowly waddled out of the room, using the wall as leverage to stay upright.

Her lips curved into a tense smile when she glanced around her bedroom. Eddie had found the hospital bag and already put it in the car, as well as grabbing a few things from around the room that they would need. All they needed now was for her water to break.

She moved towards the bed and leaned forward to press her forearms down into the mattress. Her lower back arched out and her knees bent down a little as she tried to relieve the tension rattling through her body in waves. (Y/n) tried to slow down her breaths and take deep intakes but it only made her head go fuzzy and her knees started to shake. Tilting her head down, (Y/n) kept her forehead against her arms on the bed and tucked her chin into her chest. Groaning deeply when a particular pain tore through her stomach.

"Not long now," She whispered quietly to herself, repeating the words over and over like a mantra to stop herself from crying out or feel like she was going insane.

Her body jumped when she felt a hand on the small of her back and with her head tilted down onto her arms, a shiver bolted down her spine when Eddie kissed her exposed neck. His hands moved to cup her hips and his lips stayed against her neck.

"How are you doing, mi amor?" His words made her neck tingle and his voice was oddly quiet yet deep.

"I'm-" Closing her eyes, (Y/n) bit down on her lip and smothered a scream into the mattress.

Eddie's arms moved to curve round her stomach and he kissed the spot just behind her ear, keeping tight hold of her just in case her knees gave way. He didn't want her dropping down on her knees and hurting herself or not being able to get back up.

"I forgot h-how much this hurts," (Y/n) almost laughed as she bent her knees forward and switched her weight from foot to foot to distract herself.

They had Chris eight years ago and while the memory of that day was burned into the back of (Y/n)'s mind, the pain had long since been forgotten. The last two hours of Chris's birth, (Y/n) couldn't remember being in pain. All she could remember was the blood, Eddie's panicked face. Chris getting stuck. Then the nurse cradling him while he didn't breathe for fourteen seconds.

Tears burned in her eyes at the memory she wished she could forget. (Y/n) didn't want that to happen this time. She wanted a smooth run this time around, easy going, relaxed, no panic or unnecessary pain and no fear that they might lose their baby.

"Come here," Eddie's voice tickled the shell of (Y/n)'s ear and he gently reeled (Y/n) up off the bed and turned her until she was leaning into his chest. He pressed his lips to the top of her head while her hands scrunched up in his shirt, almost tearing through the thin cotton.

"Oh!"

Leaning his head back, Eddie tightened his hands on (Y/n)'s waist when she slipped down against his chest. But when his eyes quickly did a sweep up and down his wife to see what was wrong, his lips curved up and a breathless laugh rumbled deep in his chest.

"Finally," He whispered quietly before his lips pressed to the top of her head and his fingers dug deeper into her waist. Her waters had broken.

Now they could go to hospital.

***

Closing her eyes, (Y/n) rested her temple on Eddie’s shoulder, relaxing when she felt his lips press to the top of her head. He slowly swayed the pair of them side to side as if they were in the middle of a dance floor instead of a hospital room. And his hands danced up and down her hips, squeezing every now and then like he was reminding her he was still here.

She didn't like this part.

Waiting around felt like they were waiting for tomorrow to arrive, something that never happened.

The morning had been spent in agony, aimlessly walking round the house waiting for her waters to break. Now they were waiting again for her body to decide it was ready to push. (Y/n) wanted to skip this part, to fast forward time and be at the end where she would be laid with a baby in her arms. But then again, she couldn't bring herself to wish for that in case something was going to go wrong.

Labour still seemed to be taking a while and (Y/n) was growing tired and restless. She didn't know what to do with herself. Sitting on the bed made her feel tense and numb but she didn't have much energy to walk around the room anymore. Eddie had paced the room with her in his arms and her nails puncturing into his arms but now (Y/n) couldn't find the will to move.

But she felt better when she was standing and right now, being held up in Eddie's arms like this felt comforting. Her back wasn't aching as much, her mind was cloudy but calm and she could handle the pains better when she was stood like this. It was very relaxing and almost hypnotising.

“Do you wanna sit down?” Eddie mumbled against her hair quietly and closed his eyes as he started to rub his hand up and down her back. His other hand stayed curled around her hip and he smiled into her hair when he felt her fingers push into his biceps. She nuzzled her face into his chest, tickling her nose against him and when she pushed her cheek into his shirt, Eddie grinned down into her hair and squeezed her tight.

This was much calmer than when Chris had been born. Eddie had only just got home from his stint in the army and Chris had been a month early. They didn't quite know what to expect and had been panicking right up until things went wrong, then everything only got worse.

“Not yet.” (Y/n) responded quietly, not bothering to open her eyes. She took a deep breath, inhaling his scent as she tried to keep her mind focused but if another contraction didn't hit her soon, (Y/n) knew she might just fall asleep standing up. Especially since Eddie was holding up all of her weight as if she were a doll in his arms.

"Okay mi amor,"

Eddie wanted this to go as smooth as possible, he wanted his wife in far less pain this time around and no danger coming to their second child. And he was becoming restless. He wanted his baby in his arms, cuddled up into his chest already. He missed those nights when Chris was a newborn and he laid all night with his baby boy curled up on his chest.

He wanted them in his arms now.

(Y/n) kept her arms loosely locked around Eddie’s neck as he started to sway them again. She knew she wasn’t going to go to sleep, she was in too much discomfort for her brain to turn off and she was too anxious about whether this time would go smoothly or not. But she had to admit that being with her husband like this in silence was comforting and very relaxing.

Just as Eddie found himself forgetting where he was, he was brought back to reality when (Y/n) tightened her arms around his neck. Her lower back arched out as she turned her head so her temple was pressing into his chest.

“Mi amor, you okay?” He mumbled, his eyes drifting between (Y/n) and the door when a midwife walked through.

"T-that was a big one," (Y/n) whimpered as she brushed her thumb up and down the back of Eddie's neck to try and distract herself from the pain that wasn't stopping. It felt like she could feel each muscle tearing itself apart and contorting into odd shapes to make room for the baby. It was a horrid feeling she had long forgotten.

Eddie knew the more contractions (Y/n) had and the closer they were together, the sooner he would meet his baby.

"Shall we get you on the bed and see how you're doing?" The midwife commented as she walked over to the pair of them.

Her hands hovered near (Y/n)'s hips just in case she was needed but Eddie had it all under control. He slowly backed up towards the bed and shuffled round, easing (Y/n) down until she could feel the bed pushing into the back of her knees. Her arms stayed hooked around his neck even when he got her sat down and he had to stoop over her.

He moved so he was stood between her legs with his hands still on her hips and he kissed her temple lovingly.

"Eddie," She groaned his name, tightening her arms around his neck when he tried to take a step back. If she could have, she would have hooked her legs around his hips to reel him into her. She could feel his lips curving against her temple and his thumbs brushed up and down her waist before he gave her a squeeze.

(Y/n) wanted him as close as she could get him and more so. He had to be right next to her, he had to be touching her somehow. (Y/n) wanted to feel his breaths mingling with hers and his touch on her skin.

"I'm still here," He whispered against her skin as he pulled out of her grasp and moved to stand at her side instead. He leaned his hip against the side of the bed and curved one arm around her shoulders while the other hand held out in front of her so she could give his hand a very tight squeeze.

She said nothing as the midwife put a heartbeat monitoring clip on her finger and two more to her stomach to monitor the baby’s heartbeat. She tipped her head back into the pillows and smiled when she felt Eddie bring the back of her hand to his lips.

"I'd say you're fully dilated now. You can begin to push on the next contraction," The midwife stated kindly, seeing the relief on both their faces at finally getting closer to meeting their next baby.

Silence fell over the three of them for a few minutes as they waited for the next contraction to hit. Eddie tipped his head down, pressing his lips to (Y/n)’s arm as they waited, his hands holding hers tightly. When the next contraction came, (Y/n) pushed and leaned herself forward, crying out through the pain until one of the monitors started to beep. Both her and Eddie turned to look at the screen, wanting to know whose heart was now in distress and (Y/n) thought for a moment it was her own heart. She could feel her pulse thudding in her ears and her heart was going rather fast.

But it wasn’t her heart, it was the baby’s.

“What’s happening?” (Y/n) leaned her head onto Eddie's chest when he crouched over her, tightening his arm around her shoulders while he kissed her temple. He curled around her like a protective blanket but his eyes remained on the monitor that showed their baby's heartbeat was starting to slow down.

“Baby is just a bit stressed, that's all. The heartbeat should stabilise in a minute.” The midwife responded as she watched the monitor showing the baby’s heartbeat and waited for it to pick back up. All of them sighed in utter relief when it started to mellow out and go back to the rhythmic beat it had been a moment ago.

A burning scream tore from the back of (Y/n)'s throat when another contraction burned through her stomach. She tugged on Eddie's hand, pulling him even closer until his chin was perched on her shoulder and he was kissing the junction between her shoulder and neck.

"Let's try another push,"

Eddie felt delightedly relieved that the monitor didn't scream out this time, the baby seemed stable when (Y/n) started to push again. Maybe the baby had been surprised that they were about to be evicted and come out into the world.

(Y/n) cried out when another contraction hit and pushed to sit forward with her chin tucked down into her chest and her knees as close to her stomach as she could manage. But her eyes snapped open and she started to shake when the monitor started to scream again.

Her body burned as she cried, pushing back into Eddie who sat down on the edge of the bed and curled both arms around her to try and calm her down. (Y/n) sucked in a few trembling breaths but more tears flushed her face when the baby's heartbeat kept getting lower.

"I think labour is significantly distressing baby and since you're not quite crowning yet, I'm going to fetch a doctor. We need to take you for a C-section to get baby out as soon as possible."

The midwife patted (Y/n)'s thigh but her eyes locked with Eddie when (Y/n) screamed. She was silently asking if he would be alright for her to step out of the room and find help and Eddie nodded. He could look after (Y/n), he could calm her down.

"No, Eddie, no…"

Sobs bubbled past (Y/n)'s lips and both her hands moved to grip Eddie's bicep that curved around her chest just beneath her collar bone. His hand gripped her shoulder soothingly and he didn't mind her nails puncturing down into his arm. He kept his other arm around her waist and slowly rubbed his palm over her stomach.

"Shh, baby it's okay." Eddie slowly started to sway them from side to side, kissing the side of her head when (Y/n) smothered her face into his bicep and screamed, sending shivers up and down his arm. He could see and feel the way her heels were digging into the mattress and she was pushing back into him, desperate to stop herself from pushing and distressing their baby even more.

"It's h-happening again," (Y/n) wailed into his arm, dangerously close to biting his skin as she felt like Chris when his routines changed and he went into a meltdown.

"No, no it's not. We didn't get a C-section last time, that would have solved everything. We're getting one this time, and you'll both be fine. Come on, deep breaths. I'm not going anywhere and in an hour it'll all be over."

Chris had been born breached and right at the end, he became stuck. A C-section would have helped them, if they realised Chris was distressed earlier, they could have had him through the operation and he wouldn't have suffocated or gotten lasting damage.

They weren't going to have any of that this time around. They knew their baby was starting to struggle and they were going to have an operation to get them out safely. This is just what they needed, this was their lucky break. No chance of history repeating itself, no chance of having another child stuck, suffocating and potentially dying without anyone being able to do anything to help.

"It's alright, sweet girl, it's alright."

***

A tender smile flooded (Y/n)'s when she turned her head and looked across at the far end of the bed. Chris was sat snuggled between the pillows, both arms cocooning his blanket to his chest, but he wasn't looking at the tv or even at (Y/n). He was staring at Rosie.

His head was tilted at an angle and his lips were slightly parted as he stared at his baby sister with a look of wonder on his face.

"She's crying," He whispered quietly before he flopped down on the pillows on his stomach and stretched an arm out towards her. He placed his palm down on her stomach and started to rub her tummy, smiling until Rosie started to bat her hands and kick her legs up. Then his smile faded and he went back to staring at her like she was an enigma he couldn't solve.

"I think she's hungry, shall we go make lunch?"

When Chris nodded, (Y/n) clicked her spine into place and slowly pushed up from the bed. It was hard to control her smile so it didn't contort into a wince and give away the sudden pain she felt when she stood up.

Her upper chest coiled over and she stood, stooped over at an angle so her back wasn't straight. It had been two weeks since she'd had Rosie and so far, she couldn't straighten up yet. Standing straight made her stomach stretch and with a line of stitches across her lower abdomen, that became physically impossible to stay upright. (Y/n) felt as if they had stitched far too much of her skin together and now there wasn't enough to let her stand tall.

Lifting anything was impossible unless it was as light as a shirt or it happened to be Rosie. If (Y/n) wanted to do the washing, she had to ask one of the boys to take it to the kitchen for her. She could only bathe Rosie in the sink because she couldn't get back up from the floor if she knelt down beside the bath, which meant she couldn't do bath time for Chris either at the moment.

All (Y/n) wanted to do was stay in bed. And it didn't help that both Chris and Eddie were practically forcing her to stay in bed when they laid with her. (Y/n) was used to being up and active and moving about but now she had little energy left and her body wasn't healing as fast as she wanted. She was supposed to keep moving around because she was at risk of blood clots after her operation.

When she had Chris, the first week had been spent in hospital with how badly his birth had gone. But once they were both home, (Y/n) had a new lease of energy. She had no problems doing the house work with Chris in one arm and she was forever walking round to the park or to Eddie's parent's house when they lived in Texas.

This time it was different.

She leaned over the crib attached to the side of the bed and slowly eased Rosie up into her arms. She shifted the newborn into the crook of her right arm and held her against her chest, a few inches higher than her stitches so she didn't aggravate them.

"Why she not in her room?" Chris threw his blanket off his legs and left it splayed out on the end of the bed as he shuffled off the bed onto his feet. He swung the door open and headed out into the hallway, waiting for (Y/n) to catch him up before he continued on his way towards the kitchen.

His eyes lingered on Rosie's room as they passed it and he reached out to touch the wooden door sign that had his sister's name in italics and a painted rose above it.

"She stays with me and daddy for now, she wakes up a lot in the night so this is easier. You used to be in our room when you were a baby."

It had unsettled Chris a lot the first night they brought Rosie home and he realised she wasn't going to be in her own room. He felt cheated, he had to sleep in his own bed unless he had a nightmare, then if he sneaked into his parent's room they wouldn't question it. But Rosie wasn't sleeping in her cot in the nursery and it made him feel like he was missing out on something, as if they were having movie nights with Rosie but not him.

(Y/n) followed Chris into the kitchen, dragging her feet beneath her rather than lifting them up. She was relieved when they got to the kitchen that she could lean her left elbow on the counter and slouch forward so she didn't have to stand hunched over like she had a curved spine.

"Mummy,"

Her eyes cast down to Chris just as she grabbed one of Rosie's bottles and turned the kettle on. He had his arms stretched up towards her and he patted his palm against the counter to show what he wanted. He wanted her to lift him up onto the kitchen side.

When they made dinner, Chris loved to sit on the side so he could reach up into the cupboards easier and help cook, especially when Eddie was in the kitchen because he knew his dad wasn't the best cook in the world.

"I can't lift you up baby, use the steps," She tilted her head towards the set of steps in the corner that he could drag across and either stand on and lean over or use to climb up onto the counter himself.

His shoulders slumped and he frowned, huffing before he tried again and reached his arms up towards her.

"Why?"

"I've got a bad tummy, baby… but I think your dad's finished in the shower, he can lift you up." (Y/n) tilted her head back to lean around the corner when she heard the bathroom door open. Eddie had been to the gym this morning and the first thing he did when he came home was jump in the shower. Now he had a while off work, he could go to his usual gym and not just get a quick practice at the station gym.

"What are we making?" Eddie stretched an arm up behind him and scratched the back of his head, ruffling his damp hair that was already starting to crimp and form into waves. His nose crinkled as he smiled and padded bare foot into the kitchen, wearing a pair of loose jogging bottoms and a vest.

It was nice to wear something casual instead of the usual starched button up uniform and the plated boots and a thick overall jacket that made him sweat in the LA heat.

When Chris muttered a quick 'omelette', Eddie nodded while he rolled his eyes when his boy stretched his arms out towards him. He easily lifted Chris up and perched him on the countertop, cracking a few eggs into a bowl so Chris could whisk them up and add cheese. The only kind of omelette Chris would eat was a cheese one, he wouldn't put anything else in it, no salt or pepper, no ham, mushrooms. Nothing.

Eddie started pouring some drinks but when his eyes drifted across to (Y/n), his lips rolled together and he arched a brow. He turned so he was facing her, pressing his hip against the counter while he raked his eyes up and down, watching the unease roll off her in waves.

She had Rosie in her right arm which was leant on the counter, her bum and lower back were arched out so she could slump forward and she had her head hung low. While her left hand slowly shook the bottle to mix the powder and warm water. (Y/n) looked like she was about to fall asleep standing up and the discomfort was clearly written across her face.

"Alright, I think it's my turn." Eddie stepped closer until his chest moulded up into (Y/n)'s side and he held his arms out, brushing his thumb against Rosie's cheek while he waited to take her.

"I have to feed her-"

"I can do that while my head chef is making dinner," He waved a hand behind him towards Chris who lifted his chin high and grinned, waiting for one of them to find him a frying pan so he could pour in the mixture. "Go sit down, please."

(Y/n) pressed her lips together but nodded nonetheless. Her arms shifted towards Eddie and she let him ease Rosie into his arms, grinning as he cooed down at her. She liked the way Rosie looked so small when she was in Eddie's arms, she looked like a doll even when she was wriggling and bashing a hand against her nose while she whimpered impatiently. Tucked into the crook of Eddie's elbow, his bicep engulfed her and made her look miniscule.

He kept Rosie in his left arm while he bent down and found a pan in the cupboard and set it up for Chris who now had a ladle in his hand and a bowl of mixed eggs that were completely engulfed in cheese.

Turning around, Eddie leaned his hips back into the counter next to Chris and kept a look over his shoulder while he began feeding Rosie her bottle. His lips curved into a smile and he leaned his head down to the right when he felt (Y/n)'s arms wrap around his torso. She was still hunched over but now she had her face pressed into his bicep and he could feel her butterfly kisses soaking into his arm, making him shiver.

"I told you to go sit down," He whispered quietly into her hair, instantly feeling the way she grinned into his arm.

"And leave you in charge of dinner?" When she felt a growl rumble within his chest, (Y/n) kissed his arm and tightened her arms around his torso. "I'll sit down in a minute,"

"Hm. That's what I thought you said."

#eddie diaz x reader #eddie diaz imagine #eddie x reader #eddie diaz #imagine #911 imagine #pregnant! reader #pregnancy

[zlebooks]

hi! i need your help :0 recently, i have read smaus in the genshin fandom and they seem fun to write so i said why not :]] so i’m asking for you help me decide which of the following i will start writing! reblogs are very much appreciated :3

+ please do note that if there are any similarities to other tumblr writers' ideas it might be a coincidence or you must have seen my works in another account.

love equation (childe)

embarrassed by your five year (and counting) long crush on zhongli, you suddenly claim you have a boyfriend. there enters childe, your crush's best friend and the one who'll either save your ass or report you to the police for harassment. or in which caught up in a lie, you had no choice but to kiss the closest person next to you. | inspired by the book called the love hypothesis by ali hazelwood

love fool (zhongli)

zhongli, the student body president has been out of everyone's league since the beginning. yet you still let yourself crush on the golden-darling-pretty-boy. so, like a fool in love, you end up chasing zhongli who is part of the track team as well and somehow, he manages to avoid every single one of your attempts! (gee, i wonder why) good thing there's no app that lets you talk to him anonymously and accidentally creates a love square-ish between you two. or in which zhongli thinks he fell for someone through the internet but it ends up just being the pest (affectionately, you) crushing on him the whole time.

likely yours (xiao)

xiao, for the lack of better terms, has been shy his whole life. so as his first day in a new school comes and he's greeted by an angry apparently-his-ex-lover and a slap to the face, he can't help but want to crawl back into his bed in another country. or in which you were catfished by your appalling ex boyfriend, so as soon as you "meet" him, you swung your palm like it was nothing.

just like hell (ayato)

y/n is:

a) thoma's sibling

b) no lover since birth (or any suitor for that matter)

c) NOT in love with thoma's best friend

d) all of the above

kamisato ayato is:

a) thoma's best friend

b) regrettably loyal to the aforementioned best friend

c) NOT in love with his best friend's sibling

d) all of the above

together they:

a) fall in love quite romantically

b) tell everyone else they only see each other as a family (who r u fooling)

c) don't ever overcome idiocy

d) all of the above

or in which you're wondering if you were ever so attractive, why does no one ever ask you out? apparently, ayato and his loyalty to your brother is the answer. | based on julia quinn's just like heaven

vote here! i will be announcing the results in 2-3 days!

#genshin impact #genshin imagines #genshin x reader #genshin smau #genshin fluff #genshin angst #childe #childe x reader #zhongli #zhongli x reader #xiao #xiao x reader #ayato #ayato x reader #childe smau #zhongli smau #xiao smau #ayato smau #childe fluff #zhongli fluff #xiao fluff #ayato fluff

[babybluebex]

laszlo kreizler nsfw alphabet

so yeah this... Happened. the zemo version is coming soon, stay tuned! (probably tomorrow morning bc a bitch is tired lmao)

(gif credit to @lindir)

A = Aftercare.

Laszlo is such an aftercare king. He’s checking on you in every way he can think of: asking you if you feel alright, maybe massaging your hips if he had you in a weird position, offering you dinner or wine, maybe even a hot bath, if you’d like (and the bath would have special perfumed oils he had sent from Paris because Laszlo is SUCH a self care whore, he’s got soaps and perfumes out the wazoo).

B = Body Part.

His favorite part of yours are your breasts. No questions, hands down. He likes using your breasts as a pillow at night— just settling himself between your legs and resting his head on your tits is a dream he indulges in frequently. He also really loves seeing you in the new French-style of dresses that have a lower neckline, and, if you wear one of those dresses to dinner without telling him beforehand, he’s as good as gone. He’s staring the whole time and can only manage simple sentences.

C = Cum.

I think Laszlo likes to cum inside you, but he also wouldn’t mind cumming on your tits. If you’re on your knees, sucking him off, he’ll pull himself out of your mouth and almost rip your blouse in his haste to set your tits free before his orgasm rips through him. He only chooses to cum inside you if he can’t cum on your tits (for example, if you’re having slow, kissy sex and he can’t bear to leave your wet heat).

D = Dirty Secret.

Laszlo. Loves. To. Be. Degraded. From a psychological standpoint, he understands that his desire to be brought down and ridiculed is born from some sort of childhood trauma that DEFINITELY involves his father, but he just can’t help himself from getting so ridiculously turned on when you call him a dog for humping your leg while you try to sleep. Bonus points if you use his title while you do it: “Just like a little bitch in heat, aren’t you, Doctor Kreizler? You’re so aroused, you can hardly handle yourself. Are you too dumb to touch your own cock? Do you need me to do it? Oh, Doctor, what a dumb little thing you are.”

E = Experience.

Even Daniel himself has said that Laszlo has like NO experience. Laszlo got ZERO bitches (which I find hard to believe but ok whatever you say, writers of The Alienist), so, the first time y’all have sex, he’s more likely than not losing his virginity (let’s not get into the debate of “virginity is a social construct” because a.) IT IS and b.) Laszlo would lecture for hours about this). HOWEVER, these things come naturally to him. He is just Good In Bed. He figures it out very quickly, so, while you make fun of him for going a little stupid when he’s aroused, he makes up for it by bruising your cervix and apologizing later.

F = Favourite Positions.

Laszlo loves that soft, slow, kissy sex, so he’s into whatever position makes it possible for him to be inside you and to kiss you at the same time. Missionary is a go to, but sometimes he’ll have you sit on his desk and kiss your neck as he hikes your skirts up and fucks you all slow and nice.

G = Goofy.

Hardly ever? Laszlo is pretty serious most of the time, and the only time we ever see him Not Serious in the show is when he’s wasted after John’s bachelor party in season 2. So, maybe y’all went to dinner at Delmonico’s, then a ball for members of high society, and he had a little too much champagne and schnapps. He’s not like giggling and all, but his cheeks are red and he’s smiling more than usual, and calling you sweet names “Oh, mein Kätzchen” and “Meine kleine Prinzessin”. That’s Laszlo’s version of goofy.

H = Hair.

OK, my train of thought here is: LOOK AT THIS MAN’S BEARD. HIS BEARD IS NICE AS SHIT. If he treats his facial hair that good— regular trims, the beard oils we all know he uses, even if it isn't strictly canon— then his downstairs hair is nice too. Definitely soft, if maybe a little wiry sometimes (but tbh whose isn’t), and it’s a nice little cropping at the base of his cock. He also has a thin happy trail up his soft tummy, and a good amount on his chest (as we see in the show lol that much is canon).

I = Intimacy.

Laszlo is ALL ABOUT intimacy. You’ll know he’s in a ~mood~ because you’ll ask what’s being served at Delmonico’s that night, and Laszlo is like “I thought we might stay in tonight. John gave me his grandmother’s recipe for chicken soup”. He’ll light candles and pour you wine and play nice music on his gramophone, and he’ll romance you throughout dinner with little hand touches and sly smiles, until he’s kneeling in front of you and slowly kissing up your leg.

J = Jack-Off.

Honestly, he hardly does it. Of course, I’m sure he did it A LOT before he met you, but now he doesn’t need to pleasure himself anymore. He’s got you to do that. The only exception is if he has to travel for work and you can’t go with him. Even then, he’ll hold off until he absolutely can’t stand it, and then he’ll like read a letter you sent him or look at a sketch that John did of you while he whacks off; sometimes, he’ll just hold your letter to his face, and the faint trace of your perfume is enough to do the job.

K = Kink.

He likes impact play a lot (and perhaps a little roleplay wrapped up in it). On the rare occasion that his fucking is anything but soft and lovely, he’s gonna be hitting your ass and the backs of your thighs as you cling to him while he rails you stupid. Laszlo would try to hit your cheek, but he feels too bad when you wince at the pain of it. Spanking your tits is good to him too. His favorite though (and here’s where the roleplay comes in), is caning your ass. He’ll bend you over the desk in his home office and pull your skirts up past your hips, and he’ll make you count the amount of times his thick wooden cane connects with your soft asscheeks. The roleplay is, more often than not, you were his assistant who did something wrong and needed to be punished. If you miss one or forget to thank him accordingly “Thank you, sir”, he’ll focus the next hit on your thighs.

L = Location.

Either the bed or his desk. Laszlo is a little older (I don’t think we ever get an explicit age? But if we say he’s the same age as Daniel, then he’s 40 to 42-ish) so he can’t do it against a wall or anywhere too crazy (not to mention his right arm can hardly support much weight, so if he needs to hold you up, it’s probably not gonna happen). The bed is a special time for you two because of his arm; he’ll hold himself up with his left arm and rest his hand on your hip or wherever to give himself at least a little leverage. But the desk is usually easier because you can sit, or you can bend over and he can grab your hip.

M = Motivation.

He loves you and wants to worship you. It’s truly as simple as that. He loves you and thinks that you’re the most beautiful creature he’s ever seen, and he wants to show his reverence for you by making love to you.

N = No.

He can’t get into the role of “daddy”, nor can he call you “mommy”. Childhood trauma aside, he will be goddamned if Sigmund fucking Freud is correct about his bullshit Oedipus complex or whatever, so he just eliminates that whole thing entirely.

O = Oral.

He’s very good at it. He’s just… His lips are soft and his beard is good, and he’s not afraid to get a little messy with it. He’ll eat you out until he absolutely has to come up for air, and he’ll have a little bit of your wetness clinging to his mustache, but then he’s right back in it. His medical degree is also put to good use here because he remembers his female anatomy and he’s locked onto your clit the entire time. The first time you ever squirted, it was because Laszlo was nipping at your clit and sucking your wet little hole and pressing his thick fingers into you, and it was A Lot To Process, but you squirted and Laszlo came in his pants instantly because he’s like “I didn’t think women could actually do that… I thought that was a thing that penny novels made up”

P = Pace.

Again, he’s a little older, so he doesn’t fuck like some wild boy. He takes his time with you, touching you and caressing you and kissing you, and his pace is the same way. He’s slow and gentle, but has the capacity to go faster and harder if you ask for it.

Q = Quickie.

Hates them. Never. Never ever ever. If he can’t properly romance you and take his time with you, then what’s the point??

R = Risk.

Surprisingly, Laszlo is a little schemer, and he loves running a risk. He’s already looked down upon by other society members, so what’s the harm in squeezing your ass at a party? PERHAPS it’s inappropriate to get caught in a dark corner with your hand down his trousers and him kissing your neck, but it’s easy to blame it on the alcohol.

S = Stamina.

Once more, he is firmly middle aged, so he can do one round— maybe two, if he’s feeling particularly frisky. Usually, though, one is more than enough for both of you.

T = Toy.

HAVE YALL SEEN SEX TOYS FROM THE 1890S?? SHITS ARE SCARY. Laszlo does not like toys, but he understands their need for existing, so he may not like them but he tolerates them. That being said, he likes to watch you use them. LIke, he’ll sit in a chair by the bed and request you “put on a good show”, and he’ll watch you fall apart, and he’ll only come and touch you if you beg and plead for him to.

U = Unfair.

Mhm, so, in Laszlo’s mind, sex and pleasure are not just a give and take, it’s a two way street. They can (and often need to) coexist. He doesn’t like to initiate something if you won’t be able to reciprocate, so he’s not too into teasing or things. At the aforementioned parties, he’ll only goose your ass if he knows you’re 100% down for it.

V = Volume.

He’s fairly quiet. His mouth is usually really close to your ear, and you’re the only one who gets to hear his pretty little noises. The loudest he’ll be is when he’s come home after traveling and it’s felt like ages since he’s made love to you, he’s gonna come inside you, and his little gasp and moan are louder than usual.

W = Wild Card.

He is down to be tied up. He doesn’t like to tie you up, but if he’s the one being restrained, he’s all over it. It’s nothing too intense, just using a ribbon for your hair to tie his left hand to the headboard, not super tight but enough to make his fingers a little tingly, but he loves it. He loves the switch of the dynamic, how he’s fully at your mercy and you can use him however you please; usually, you just suck him off and ride him, but the endless possibilities get him hard as soon as you pull out the ribbon.

X = X-Ray.

Laszlo has Big Dick Energy, so he has to have a big dick. The best example of this sort of energy is in the very first episode after he goes and interviews Wolf, and comes to speak to Teddy, and Teddy is like “you interviewed the suspect? On whose authority??” and laszlo is like “Mine” like OH HIS DICK IS BIG I KNOW IT. He’s got an above average length and girth, but we know our man likes to eat, so some of his weight goes to his dick, so it’s like,,, He’s got a fat cock, sorry, I don’t make the rules

Y = Yearning.

Constantly. Neverending. He’s at work and he’ll catch a glimpse of a pastel drawing that you commissioned from John for Laszlo’s birthday that sits in a frame on his desk, and his heart starts to hurt from missing you. When he comes home, he’ll embrace you and kiss you like he hasn’t seen you in years, and he’ll want to hear all about your day. You have your doctor so whipped for you, and it’s a different kind of whipped than being pussy whipped. He’s, like, feelings whipped.

Z = ZZZ.

He’s a sleepy little baby after you guys finish. His eyes will be a little heavy and sticky as he’s cleaning up and caring for you (and you definitely coo at him “Oh, Las, you’re so sleepy!”) but when you’re both back in bed, our little man is circling his arm around your waist and nuzzling his cheek into your shoulder. He’s so soft and affectionate, and he’s out like a light when you kiss his forehead and tell him you love him.

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[tuttifuckinfruttifriday]

Slashers and Horror Characters SoulmateAU

:Where the outline of your shadow is your soulmate

Warnings: kinda funny, corpses mention

Characters: Thomas, Vincent, Otis and Lubdan/Leprechaun

Soulmate AU Masterlist

Don't hesitate to tell me if I did any mistakes, it would be greatly appreciated!

Thomas Hewitt

Everyone of your friends were scared af when they saw your shadow, theirs almost being the same shape as them. Yours was almost four times bigger than you, which surprised and terrified most of the people who saw it. The strange and scared looks started to bother you a little, which made you go out mostly at night because of that. Even with that though, you continued going out and lived on with your life, looking out for anybody who might have the same shape. Obviously, you didn't find them... Until a visit to Texas with your friends.

You couldn't deny the invitation, wanting to get out of your place and get away from the looks you got everyday. For most of the ride, you started to think and imagine how your soulmate would look like, having nothing to do. You certainly were surprised when you saw him after seeing him butcher your friends, your eyes wide open and clothes bloody as he looked at your shadow and placed himself on it. He obviously made you do the same to be sure, surprising himself. It surprised his family too when they saw you two hanging out beside the corpses of your friends as you seemed to be in a deep conversation, you doing the talking like there wasn't any dead bodies beside you or like he wasn't going to kill you earlier.

Vincent Sinclair

Mostly like with Thomas, the people around you were scared of your shadow. For you though, it was almost comforting. You always searched for them curiously, wanting to know who it is. You didn't expect to see him when you stopped in a small town for gas. Evidently, at first you almost thought it was the guy at the gas station, Bo, but his shadow was kinda smaller than you and yours seemed to have long hair over his shoulder. That's when he told you he had a twin and that you should come see him, that maybe he was your soul mate and all.

He didn't do it for you though, he did it because he really wanted what's best for his brother.

You were starting to ask yourself some question when he got you down a set of stairs, but stopped once you saw the back of a man working on something, which was probably wax since there was a cauldron of it boiling in the corner. ''Vince! Look who's here...'' As soon as 'Vince' turned around, he stopped and looked at you with wide eyes, or more like eye. There was a mask made of what seemed like wax on his face, which made you jump at first, but relax once he came slowly towards you, not seeming like a threat. He immediately walked towards your shadow and you were surprised as you saw that he fit perfectly, you trying his after only to be more surprised that you fit.

Going to say that Bo was pretty proud of himself when he realized his brother finally had his soulmate.

Otis Driftwood

Your shadow seemed like any normal person, which seriously didn't help you to find your special someone. While your friends laughed about what their soulmate look or would look like, you tried to have the best guess about how yours would look, you being your curious self (or not, just go with it :v).

It started with you picking up a hitchhiker with your friends as you tried to know where the fuck you were, until you were almost killed by her maniac family. What was a surprise was when you woke up tied to a chair, your vision blurry as you remembered being knocked out. You then felt a presence behind you. It seemed like the person was going to say something until they stopped walking and talking, obviously stopping in your shadow. After a moment of silence, you whimpered and spoke up. ''P-please... Let me go..''

A dangerous and amused chuckle escaped the person. ''Well, mama, I hope you can be more persuasive.. Because I ain't letting my soulmate go. '' You were surprised and kind of scared at that as you saw him, his hair and skin as white as snow as his red-ish blue eyes seemed to look through you with a sparkle of amusement. You were sure of his words when later he cut you out of your bindings and you stood in his shadow, the grey engulfing perfectly the shape of your body. It made you kind of scared, but you knew once you had dinner wiht the family that he was most definetly your soulmate.

Lubdan/Leprechaun

Oh boy. You can't even imagine the surprise everybody had when they saw the height of your shadow, laughing at you. You didn't mind their height, really, but you sure did mind the odd looks and laughters you got when you were out, which made you stay inside more.

You were surprised and kind of terrified though when your friends found a pack of gold and almost got killed for it, your shadow saving the day, or more like your day because your friends sure didn't have only a small scratch on them. You were down on your ass, a Leprechaun before you as he stared at your shadow, a frown on his face before he went behind you with a chuckle, his hands now on your shoulder. ''Well, little lass, I guess you're my soulmate! '' He said happily, surprising you as he then made you stand in his shadow, it fitting you perfectly. You still can't belive he is your soulmate... But know now that you're more precious to him than any of his gold, so you won't be getting rid of him...

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Checked out!

WARNINGS: fluff-ish, eventually will be smut, mentions of getting sick twice

word count: 2k

Heres my first writing for tumblr! Hope you all like it!

Part Two, Part Three.

"Hey Miss!!" You peered down at the smaller voice, simultaneously feeling a book slip from your hand and onto the ground. The bookshelf was at least 5 rows high, and you had been standing as far as you needed to reach the top. You were dusting off and replacing the books on the shelf, which... hadn’t been so pleasant with children running around before their daily read. Regardless, you had a job to do. It wasn't gonna stop for a ton of kids. You had been rearranging the books in alphabetical order before the kid startled you. Thank god it didn’t fall on their head.

"Are you gonna read to us today? Or is Miss Maggie?" The kid didn't look over six years old, blue eyes and long brown hair with freckles littering her face in a wonderful way. She wore a small dress full of sunflowers with bright pink shoes on her feet. She had been here before... Although, her name wasn’t ringing a bell.

"I wanted to read one of those pigeon stories you read us last time!" You let out a sigh of relief that the book didn't smack the kid on top of her head prior to climbing down to the ground and leaning down be eye-level with her.

"Pigeon stories?" You've read dozens of books about dozens of creatures and characters. What on earth would relate to a.. pigeon? Leaning down a bit farther to snatch up the book you had dropped, she pushed another book into your arms. The title read The Pigeon Needs A Bath!

"This book is pretty thin, You sure you want me to read just this one book, sweetheart?" You stood up straight, handing the girl the book back before cocking your hip to the side and placing your hand onto it.

"Me and Emmie can go find some more!" She hurried off to find her.. friend? Knowing it had been a child, it could be a stuffed animal! But she sure did leave too quickly to ask any questions about it. You sighed, climbing back up to finish your organizing. Thank goodness I’m already close to being done. You thought to yourself, dusting top to bottom and moving onto the 4th row. Their reading wasn't for another.. what? 20 minutes? You had time to knock out another shelf. Time flew by as you finished the 4th row. It was already time to read.

"I have to stop by Goodwill and get some more books. I also gotta stop at the post office and some.. other errands? You got this reading?" The owner of the store, Maggie, looked over to make sure she had gotten your attention before naming off a few things that needed done in the shop before you closed up shop.

"Yeah! What time will you be back?" You climbed down the last step of the ladder, patting off the dust from the bookcase that had gotten on your apron. It was some cutesy hello kitty apron you wore so the dust wouldn't ruin your clothing but it really just made it look like it was some mini cafe. None the less, you wore it.

"I'll be back in time for that uh, Pro hero guy. I don't know- my wife wrote him in. Ask and she'll tell you!" You weren't too involved with all that hero bullshit, the whole who can save more lives?! You get the most money AND an award. The system in itself was ass and it wouldn't make a difference in your everyday life for one of those snobby people to stop by. You walked around the shelves, watching Maggie leave as you sat down on a small rounded couch. A small chime rang through the shop as it called the children over for their reading, a few already sitting and ready to hear you.

It wasn't a big library, it seemed like a corner store had gotten torn down and then completely renovated into a library for children. The second floor had been where the owner and her wife stayed. It was a cozy little place where about 8-12 kiddos would visit for a read. There were bookshelves in the walls for more book space and 5 separate shelves more towards the middle of the place. They held less books than the ones on the wall. Only two of the five reached over 3ft. Parents would come in just to rent a few books. But more often than not, the owner would go out hunting for new books for everyone to enjoy. Along with cute little toys and those foam floor mats to sit on. All of the children in the shop had sat right in front of you, including the girl from earlier who held 4 books in her hands. A few other kids held thin picture books in their hands as well, but only having 15 minutes to read to them, it might be hard to get around to all of them.

“Alright, Who's first?" You asked, smiling down at them. Every single child raised their hand, some even raising both so your attention was on them. Of course this wasn't going to be easy. You thought to yourself as you put a hand over your eyes, pointing to some random kid. He held a small book, standing up slowly and handing it to you.

"My mom reads me this sometimes.." Poor boy was only about 5, and seemed pretty shy. You gave him a reassuring smile before he went back to his seat. You began to read and in no time at all you finished reading the few books children selected. Thank god it was a Friday, Most children would be picked up right after the reading for afternoon preschool etc. But it seemed like no one wanted to leave. Was it that hero Maggie had mentioned? You sighed, hopping up and heading to the check out desk where you saw a few children wanting to check out their books you previously read to them. You leaned down over the desk to reach for the book, scanning it and doing so for each person. The store bell jingled, as if the creak of the door didn't give away someone walking in.

"Welcome to 'Children's Magical Bookshop,' You paid the person no mind as you spoke, handing the last child their book and letting your gaze fall upon the... very tall man in front of you. Noise filled the small shop, children running up to him screaming-

"Deku!" As loud as their little lungs could. He gave a flashy smile, leaning down to hug the children that ran straight for his legs. He laughed and lifted a few of them in his.. very strong arms. Was it hot in the bookshop? Was the AC fucked up? You force your eyes from the tall man.. Was he looking at you too? Your mind screamed at you to introduce yourself, Quickly walking towards a shelf to do something. Anything bust stand there and gawk at him.

"Are you Maggie?" There were hopping children behind him, playing with his gloves and such as you turned to him.

"No- I'm y/n. Are you that.. pro? She had been talking about.?" You huffed through your nose, turning to him. He extended a hand, nodding with a cheesy grin on his face as soon as you had taken his hand into yours. It wasn’t like you never saw him on the news, but you sure did skip the channel as soon as it was some bullshit hero chart over who had been number one. He was so much hotter in person..

"Yes! I'm sorry I'm a bit early, I finished patrol sooner than I thought! I hope I'm not interrupting anything? The woman on the phone said before six, I told her I was sure I could make it around five!" His eyes traveled to your lips for a moment, listening to you speak back to him.

“You’re fine, There’s plenty of time for you to hang out and sign all of their t-shirts and such. Make yourself at home big man. You can sit in the reading area,” The kids dragged him to where you were just moments ago.. But he couldn't get you to leave his mind. You were beautiful. He needed to make you his.

The poor hero stayed until about six o’clock to talk to you, since all of the kids finally left to go do their summer homework or whatever they had to do. Deku had been leaning over the counter for almost an extra hour to make some conversation with you, he just couldn’t help himself. You cant blame him either! You had this smile that he couldn’t resist. And quite frankly, he wasn’t used to this feeling of butterflies in his stomach. He fought some shit villain every day! What's a few butterflies? Especially as pretty as you. Why wouldn't he want to stick around?

“I really didn’t think it would be so chill this week! It feels like I've done nothing but catch up on papers!” Izuku scratched his neck with his index finger, shaking his head lightly. “I guess I really am doing a good job!- Of course other pros are doing their jobs as well!” He let out a relieved chuckle, looking at you with a big, sincere, smile on his face. “How has work here been? It must be so nice working with so many children!”

You feel your eyes involuntarily roll, shaking your head and leaning against the wall behind you. “It’s nice until some kid gets sick on themselves and their mother isn’t here to help. We have extra clothing in the back because it’s happened more than once.” You groaned as your eyes trailed to the door leading to lost n found, clothes, and other things. You had an unamused look on your face talking about it. He noticed and let his eyes follow yours until feeling your eyes rest upon him once more. Maybe texting would let you come around to him a bit more? Were you bored?

“Yikes- I’ve seen adults get sick after villains show up. But I probably should head back to my agency.” He looked out of the store window before right back to those beautiful e/c eyes of yours. “Do you have a number I can text? I would love to talk to you more y/n..!” He was already prepared for rejection. It was kinda weird to be hitting on you after dealing with kids wasn’t it? Maybe he should take it back. Was he coming off as some sleazy ass hero?

Your eyes widened in the slightest- Enough for him to notice. “Sure, Let me see your phone,” You stepped closer to the counter, seeing him fumble on the pouch of his belt before unlocking and giving you his phone. You went to his contacts, making yourself one of them and handing it right back to him. He had an even bigger, cheesier, grin on his face after he took it back.

“Thank you, y/n!” He bowed his head before quickly leaving out to his agency. Finally, you could go home as well. Not that he was a problem, but that man sure could talk. It was endearing. Maybe I can put enough of those stutters in mind tonight. You joked to yourself, grabbing your keys and walking out to lock up the small bookshop. There was no doubt that you were attracted to him. Every woman in America and Japan was attracted to him in some way.

You let out a small sigh, driving home and turning your radio up until hearing your phone ding. You glanced over at the screen to see an unknown number texting. Assuming it was Deku, you waited until you were home to answer him. By the time you had texted him back, he was quick to reply. You two made plans to hang out soon and have dinner together. You talked for hours until one of you had fallen asleep. He was ecstatic. You really enjoyed his company.

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a/n: I fucking hate tumblr KWJCHDH ive had to re-write this more than once because they changed the layout if the save and post. Its not my best work and was mostly edited on here instead of Google docs. Learn to edit the first version first i guess 💀 The second part will be much better!

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Fixer Upper PART ONE (Frankie Morales x f!Reader)

Summary: Nothing seems to go right in your new house. When yet another thing breaks, a certain handyman comes to your rescue.

W/C: 2k ish

Warnings: language, joking mentions of a house being cursed (it isn’t), reader has dirty thoughts bc it’s Frankie and he’s hot

A/N: this one goes out to my anons who’ve been sending me stuff about frankie as a repairman! I loved the idea and I thought it would be super fun to write! This will be part ONE of three-ish! ps idk if any references to reader’s gender are in this part but there certainly will be some in the future so.

It’s been a while that you’ve lived in this house. Since that day you hauled in the cardboard boxes, you’ve been feeling that your life is the epitome of Murphy’s law. Or rather, this damned house is.

Nothing ever goes right. The heat breaks in the winter and the air conditioning breaks in the summer. The plumbing needs work when you need it to work, and the oven only ever breaks halfway through cooking something. Seriously, you swear this place is cursed by some hex determined to pester you out of living here.

You’ve never exactly been the handy type. You don’t know much about mechanics, heating or cooling, the electricity and wiring in your house, any of it. By now, you wish you’d taken the time to learn it at some point rather than hiring someone every time.

The first sign was that the June heat seemed inescapable. You’d been outside all day, and you figured it was just your body taking its time to adjust to the cooler, indoor temperature. Then you never cooled down. When you stepped out of the bathroom after a shower and found the air to be nearly as muggy as that of the steamed bathroom, you realized that the air conditioning must be off.

Well, it was on. The problem was that it wasn’t working. You opened all the windows, and figured the night breeze would cool you, then you became worried about serial killers and crimes and promptly shut and locked all of them again. With the fan in your bedroom on, the air at least moved, but was still thick and heavy.

In the morning, when you wake with no blankets on and sweaty sheets, you dial the repair company as fast as you can. You inform them of the situation, and they tell you they’ll send someone out your way in the next hour or two.

The air is still somewhat cool outside, so you give the front porch a shot once you get changed out of your pajamas and take yet another cool shower. The heavy dew is an indicator of just how humid the air is, and you relish every little breeze that passes by and cools you down. You conduct your morning business outside, hoping to have this problem fixed before the sun reaches a height where the temperatures will rise exponentially.

About an hour after the call, the repair van rolls up into your driveway and parks. “Thank God,” you murmur to yourself.

Your focus returns to your computer, but you hear the door slam shut and look up to find the repairman there. He wears khaki cargo pants and a gray t-shirt, complete with a ball cap on top, with dark brown curls peeking out from the bottom. He fastens his tool belt around his waist as he walks up to the porch. “Hey there. I’m Frankie. I’ll be taking care of you today,” he informs you, a kind smile on his face. You already like him. “I got the basics from the boss, but can you tell me more about the problem?”

Looking up at him from the seated position you’re in, you give an awkward smile. Suddenly, you wish you’re better dressed, fixed up and looking nice. Even in work clothes, this man is beautiful. It makes you a little nervous, you in your pajamas and him looking like a god even in cargo pants. “I wish I could, but I don’t know anything about the air conditioner and how it works other than how to change the settings. All I know is that it isn’t working.”

He gives a good-natured chuckle, a soft bounce of his chest beneath the shirt. He looks down at his tool belt and his scruff brushes against the collar of the gray. “Well, let’s go give it a shot. I’ll need you to show me around, show me the control panel and the main system.” God, he’s handsome.

“Oh, of course,” you nod and stand, leaving your laptop on the small table. “Well, right this way. And please, you don’t need to take your boots off. Those look complicated,” you laugh as you look at the heavy tan boots at the bottom of his body.

Frankie nods and looks around as you lead him through the house. He doesn’t take his boots off, since you insisted, but he does give them a generous wipe on the doormat, careful not to track anything in. “It’s a beautiful place,” he tells you honestly, with a half-smile that just tugs at one of the corners of his ridiculously soft-looking lips.

“Thanks,” you shrug and show him to the control panel. “I try. Okay, here’s the button thingy.”

“The button thingy?” he teases, which leads to laughter from the both of you.

“If I knew what it was called, you wouldn’t be here,” you tease him back and shake your head.

Frankie uses the tools from his belt to take off the casing. You lean against the wall as he works, admiring the way his hands nimbly check the wires and paneling behind it. He holds a small flashlight between his teeth to look into the wall cavity.

“I can hold that for you,” you offer, and he moves his mouth for you to take it from him.

“Thanks,” he says, popping his jaw slightly to adjust from the awkward angle of holding it between his teeth. “You don’t have to. I’m just here to fix it.”

You point it at the same spot. “I might as well be some help, considering I don’t know shit about my own house.”

Frankie laughs at that, stealing a glance your way that makes your face warm before his gaze returns to the electrical situation. “Well,” he declares after a few seconds. “The wiring must not be the problem here. This all is working fine, so it must be with the actual system.”

“Great,” you groan. “The part I know even less about.”

“That’s what I’m here for,” he chuckles and screws the panel back into place on your wall, making sure everything works properly and he didn’t mess with any functions.

Leading Frankie to your basement, you show him the cluttered laundry room and the central air conditioning unit. He’s already analyzing the system, and you back off to let him work. He looks focused. “Holler if you need me,” you tell him as he gets on his knees to look at something, daring to gently pat his shoulder. It’s strong, muscular beneath your palm.

Heading back to the kitchen, you open the fridge and sigh. For a moment, you allow yourself to close your eyes and just enjoy the cold air it produces. Hopefully, your house will be the same soon enough. Grabbing two tall glasses, you fill each with ice before pouring half sweet tea and half lemonade into the glasses.

You stand in the kitchen with the freezer open, sighing at the cool air it provides. Not sure how long he’ll take, you scroll through your phone. It’s surprisingly quick, you find.

“Hey, I found it!” Frankie calls from the basement.

Carrying the two glasses, you return to the laundry room to find him reorganizing his tool belt. “Here,” you tell him with a smile as you hold out the drink. “Least I could do. It’s unbearable in here.”

“Thanks,” he smiles and lifts the glass to you in a miniature salute before taking a sip. Frankie then launches into a detailed explanation of the issue with the A/C unit, using all kinds of terms you don’t understand and mentioning parts you didn’t even know were included in the machine. “I got it all fixed up, though, and it shouldn’t take long before it’s working just as good as normal.”

You sigh in relief, swallowing the sweet drink and smiling at him. “God, thank you so much. You don’t even know how awful it was in here.”

“If it’s anything like right now, I do,” he chuckles. The man takes the hem of his t-shirt and lifts it to wipe his face, revealing a muscular but soft body beneath it, with a beautiful little trail of dark hair leading to beneath his belt. Is it terrible that your first thought is that you want to lick it?

You force the image from your mind with another swig of the drink. “Yeah, just about. Well, how much do I owe you?” You ask the man, leading him out of the laundry room and into the basement that’s already feeling cooler.

“Oh, nothing right now,” he shakes his head as you lead him upstairs and to the kitchen. “I just tweaked some things for you, didn’t need any parts or anything, so it’s just gonna be labor.” He seems to remember something. “Ah, shit. I gotta have you sign something. I’ll grab the paper from the van and be right back,” he tells you and leaves his drink on the counter, half-jogging outside.

While he’s outside, you lean against the cool kitchen counter and let yourself daydream. This Frankie guy certainly is attractive, and his personality is definitely something you’re interested in. What if the situation right now played out like a porno, and he fucked you on the countertop? You certainly wouldn’t complain. You noticed his hands and feet are large. Certainly he must be big somewhere else too. “Oh Jesus Christ,” you murmur to yourself. Why did my mind have to go there? And why is the thought so hot? He’s a sweet man too, clearly goofy and sweet. Why is your mind going there then? Really, upon further pondering, you just want to hug the man, admire his strong body pressed to yours in an intimate but innocent gesture.

“Sorry, what was that?” Frankie calls out as he walks into the house again.

His voice snaps you from your daydreaming. “Oh, just talking to myself,” you say quickly and cheerfully, taking the paper from him. The top is printed with repairman name: Francisco Morales. Francisco. That makes you smile. What a cute name. The rest is filled with the details of what he did to the machine to fix it, and you sign and date at the bottom. “Here you go, Francisco.”

His tanned skin turns a little pinker on the cheeks. “Great,” Frankie smiles and takes it back.

“Before you leave,” you tell him quickly, darting to grab your purse from the entryway, “here.”

Frankie walks to you and you hand him a generous cash tip, with a stupid smile stuck to your face. “Thank you, wow,” he says, voice honest in its surprise as he notices the total of the money.

“Of course. I really can’t thank you enough. God, it’s been painfully hot in here and I really just can’t stand the heat,” you ramble, your voice speeding up. “And… yeah. Thank you. For your company, too.”

“Just doing my job,” he tells you with a smile, putting his hands in his pockets. “Oh, here.”

From his pocket, he pulls a little rectangle of paper with his name and company on it. “The shop number is on here; if anything changes, just call and ask for Catfish.”

“Catfish?” You ask with a smile, puzzled.

“My old military nickname. It’s what the guys around there call me,” he shrugs, shy at the nickname.

It makes you laugh a little, and you tuck the card in your purse. “Well, Catfish, thank you. I’ll be sure to use this next time I have some stupid thing I can’t repair myself.”

“Please do,” he chuckles, a shy smile on his face. “I’ll see you around.”

“Thanks!” You call again and cringe. That’s, what, the ninth time you’ve said that now? He walks to the van and you give him a wave before retreating back inside. God, now you can’t wait for this shitty house to need another repair. You’ll certainly be asking for Catfish.

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