#also agreed to see her tomorrow morning like an IDIOT i do not want to do that but cancelling will just be worse than sitting through it

[inmyminditsreal]

Lego Is Life

Fem!reader x Spencer reid

Word count: 700 ish

Summary: Woken up by a very eager 8 year old daughter, Spencer and I crawl out of bed and indulge in Lego like true adults.

Warnings: sweetnessss

I'm supa tired so if this is rusty IM SORRRY!! also sorry i haven't posted in like 30 years. been tired and focused on school!! Hope you enjoy

Enjoyyyy!!!!

Spencer had just finished a case and as soon as he got home, he almost fell asleep while hugging me. I told him we should just go to bed, he agreed. So now we’re crawling into bed, finally able to get some sleep. Though, with an eight year-old daughter it’s very hard. Most nights we're woken up by bad dreams, the monster under the bed, that she puked, or that she wants to cuddle. We eventually both drift off to sleep, holding each other close. Until,

“Daddy! Come look at this!” Our daughter says as she bursts open the door. With a loud groan followed by a smile, Spencer crawls out of bed, picks her up and says,

“Where to sweetheart?"

“My bedroom!” She says with a stifled giggle. Curious as to what this mystery was, I crawl out of bed too and begin to follow them. I check my phone to see a whopping 1:37am. In the bedroom I see that Kasey has just finished building her Lego friends set.

“Awww that’s awesome sweetie.” I smile from the doorway with a yawn, and see Spencer give her a big high-five.

“I love it. Which one is this?” Spencer asks.

“This is the best waterpark ever. I call it Kasey’s Kool Slides, but cool with a k. It has all the cool characters and I can make them fight each other! It says you can add water to it! Can I?” 

“As long as you do in the living room, where there’s no carpet.” I add with a smile.

“So! Wanna play?” She zaps while looking at us with the biggest grin I've ever seen. 

We both look at each other with tired eyes and smile. “Absolutely.”

“YES! Okay so this is Emma, she’s my favourite and she likes Mia, Autumn, and Stephanie. But the other girls are their enemies! They’re the mean girls at their school.”

“Are they mean enough to give a tickle attack?” Spencer laughs as he throws her on the bed and tickles her into a fit of giggles. 

“Stop!!! Let's go to the living room and fill it with water!” She giggles as she escapes from his arms and runs down the stairs. 

“Are you sure you’re not too tired honey?” I ask Spencer, seeing his giant eyebags. 

“Of course. How could I miss out on this waterpark drama.”

I smile as he picks up the Lego set and walks down the stairs. Kasey has already cleared a big spot on the living room floor and filled a cup with water. “Are you ready?” She asks us both.

“Mhm.” I say, as we sit down by her and watch as she pours the water in with a giant smile. I watch as Spencer takes one of the characters and begins to fight with the one in her hand. She gasps and pushes his down the slide. Both of them, smiling like idiots. I join in  and they eventually tire eachother out. She collapses on top of Spencer, who has already fallen asleep on my lap. I snap a picture and gently wake him up,

“Spence, wake up its 3 in the morning. Honey, wake up.” I whisper while gently shaking his shoulder. His eyelids shutter and he looks up at me.

“Hi beautiful.” He smiles and shuffles his position.

“Don’t move!” I whisper-shout while pointing towards Kasey. He slips her into his arms, we both walk up as I pick up the lego set. In her room he sets her down on the bed and pulls the covers up slowly. She opens her eyes and smiles at us. 

“Goodnight mommy. Goodnight daddy. Can we play more tomorrow?” 

“I’ll see what I can do about that sweetheart. I love you.”  He says as he places a soft kiss on her forehead, and I do the same.

“I love you so so soooo much sweetie. Goodnight.” I whisper.

“I love you too.” She mumbles as she snuggles into her blankets. We turn out the lights and quietly shut the door. 

“She’s so cute, oh my god.” I mumble as we walk back to the room.

“So cute.” he says with a sleepy smile. I show him the picture I took of the two of them sleeping. He smiles and whispers softly,

“I love you so much.” While looking down at me. He collapses into the bed and I follow right after, crawling into his arms and drifting softly asleep.

#spencer reid #criminal minds #fem!reader x spencer reid #spencer reid imagine #spencer reid one shot #spencer reid fic #readerxspencerreid #spencerreid #spencer reid cute #spencer reid fluff

[pablitogavii]

Can you do one where gavi is on tour and he is excused to leave dinner early and when he gets back to his hotel room his gf (whoever is reading) is there and it goes on from that (they had🤫) but you guys were too loud so when gavi got out pedri and his friends tease and and yeah. Sorry if this is very detailed😭

His Surprise

Since he spent so much time with you during summer, Pablo really got used to having you around all the time that his trip to US was quite hard.

"Amor, I will see you in less than two weeks.." you told him while you cuddled the last night together at home and he was acting like a true whining baby.

"Two weeks is a long time with no cuddles.." he whined and you giggled holding him closer and kissing the top of is head lovingly.

"You can always cuddle with Pedri amor??" you joke giggling while he kept whining nuzzling further into your neck and leaving a few open mouth kisses along the way.

"You're my big bebé, did you know??" you say and he shakes his head always acting like a 'big and strong man' but with you he could always be a goofy boy.

"I'm gonna miss you like crazy!!" he said looking up and you smiled nodding your head and leaning down to kiss his lips.

"Me too cariño..so go and win and come back home to me" you say and you both smiled agreeing on that plan before falling asleep.

While he was on the plane, he kept his phone glued to his face texting with you and occasionally checking gallery for your pictures that made him smile. Even the camera caught him smiling like an idiot to his phone while filming content for fcbarca account.

pablitoo: just came to the hotel room princesa

you: you should rest up cariño <3

pablitoo: i want to see you! ft??

That ended up you both falling asleep on the phone with each other and Pablo waking up grumpy not having anybody to hold before getting ready for the first morning training.

"Ay hermano, que pasa contigo?? You slept bad??" Ansu asked noticing the dark circles under Pablo's eyes but he didn't care as long as he gets to talk to you before bed.

"That's what happens when your girl is in the different time zone. Same is with me and Mikky especially now with the pregnancy..I'm always on the phone!" Frankie added and Pablo blushed a little when his friends were teasing him about being a simp.

He really didn't care what they said..yes, he was such a simp for you!

After another training in the evening, Pablo's stomach got very sensitive again and he really didn't feel like going to the welcome party.

"You gotta do it hermano, it's polite since they welcomed us and all" Pedri explained and Gavi knew that was right but he also knew that when he comes back you will already be fast asleep in Barcelona.

Damn the time zones! Why can't time be the same everywhere!

Pablo called you when he got ready wanting to at least to talk for a little while and show you his outfit since he was very proud of it. No answer. He tried again thinking you were in the bathroom or something. Again, no answer. Where were you?

pablitoo: amor, I'm going to the welcome party. pls call me when you see this <3 te amo!

The whole time he was there with the boys, he kept checking if you answered but there was nothing. Something was wrong. You never go to bed without sending him a text or better yet calling to tell him how much you miss his cuddles.

"Tranquí, hermano..she was with your hermana today. Maybe they went out?" Araujo said and that made me jump getting to an idea. I should call Aurora!

"H..hola?" her voice was groggy and I knew that I woke her up in the middle of the night.

"Rora! Sorry to call but.." before Pablo could finish the girl interrupted him quickly and angrily.

"Pablo, it's the middle of the night! This better be good cause I have classes tomorrow!" she said and Pablo rolled his eyes at hpw dramatic his sister is right now.

"I know Aurora! But Y/n's not answering her phone and I'm worried!" Pablo snapped walking out of the venue so that nobody can hear the talk he had with his sister.

"She's probably sleeping cabrón! You're worrying too much! We were having lunch today and she looked fine to me" Aurora said but Pablo wasn't convinced. Something wasn't right.

"She wouldn't go to bed without texting me Rora.." Pablo said feeling his breathing become heavy knowing that he is too far away to find out what's going on right this second.

"I'm going back to sleep Pablo!" Aurora hung up and Pablo sighed walking back to the venue where Xavi pulled him to the side.

"You should go back to the hotel chico" the man said and Pablo raised his eyebrows wondering what the hell was going on tonight with everybody.

"Why?" Pablo asked but the man just said it would be best if he finds out on his own so he left with the taxi avoiding the cameras and fans.

"Mr. Gavira?" the receptionist called and Pablo snapped really at the end of his patience.

"Sorry, but you have this left for you..." she said giving Pablo the letter he opened and now really freaked out.

"I saw that you like having fun with blondes around LA. I need to travel and clear my head. Please give me space. -Y/n"

"Mierda!" Pablo curse running to his room hoping to grab his computer and figure out what the hell you were talking about because he haven't even taken a picture with girl fans alone.

"Joder!" he had trouble opening the door when suddenly it opened form the inside you were standing right there with a mischievous smile on you face.

"A..a.mor?" he was in utter shock and you giggled nodding your head and jumping into his arms hugging him tightly and he held you back walking inside the room for some privacy.

"But..but..I got this..and you didn't reply all day..how are you here???" he was so lost and you loved it shutting him up with a kiss and grabbing that letter shredding it to pieces and tossing it to the trashcan.

"Blondes huh?" you smirked and he shook his head catching his breath before grabbing you and tossing you on the bed before hovering above you.

"You know I only like brunnetes princesa..or well my brunnete" he smirked kissing your lips and starting to devour your neck.

"P..Pablo" you moaned and he smirked taking off your clothes hastily like he was afraid if he doesn't that you will just suddenly disappear.

"Slow down amor.." you giggle at his sudden frustration kissing his lips lovingly and helping him take of his clothes.

"Mm I like the outfit cariño..." you smirk when it ended on the floor and he was already resting comfortably between your legs eager to get what he needed since he left home.

"I called you to show you before leaving but you didn't reply nena.." Pablo smirked looking up while kissing down your stomach.

"I was in the plane cariño.." you moaned when he finally started kissing the inside of your thighs getting closer where you desperately needed him.

You two were enjoying your "play time" completely clueless that players started returning form the party slowly and were passing by your hotel room.

"Ahh P..a..ablo" your moans were apparent and the boys smirked winking at each other while snickering.

"Cabrón is definitely having a better party here!" Pedri smirked and the rest chuckled as they each went to their separate rooms.

The next morning, you were exhausted and Pablo had an early morning meeting he went to with a bright smile on his face.

"Hola chicos!" he said sitting besides Ansu and Ferran who were smirking at each other.

"How are you Gavi??" Ferran asked and Pablo gave him a confused look.

"Better yet how is your girl after last night..you're a beast Gavira!" Pedri jumped in and everyone laughed while Pablo blushed bright red that they heard it.

"Um..she..she is sleeping..but I will bring her some breakfast when this ends" Pablo said feeling so shy at the moment but internally gloating with pride of course.

"Yeah you better and don't forget the flowers!" Rapha said and Pablo just nodded with red cheeks running to grab a ball and train on his own just to avoid more teasing.

you: read your note cariño. when will you be back? i miss you <3

pablitoo: just finished the training and bringing you some breakfast princesa <3

"Are we done until the evening míster??" Pablo asked Xavi

"Yes, we are but Pablo remember the rule I have day before the games?" Xavi smirked and now Pablo was very embarrassed that the man heard about it too.

"Mm yes sir" Pablo answered and Xavi tapped his shoulder.

"There is a nice Mediterranean restaurant you can take your girl today" Xavi winked and Pablo nodded his head taking the name before heading to the hotel.

He came back smirking when he saw that you were still in bed..very much naked. Sunlight was caressing your soft skin and you never looked more beautiful to Pablo.

"Here is some breakfast amor" he sat down the plate he ordered downstairs with some french toast, eggs, and lots of different kinds of fruit.

"This is so much Pablo.." you were in awe at how beautiful this looked taking a phone out and wanting to take a picture with him in it of course.

"Nothing is too much for you princesa.." he leans in and kisses your lips before you both start snacking on some fruits.

You went to walk around LA together for the rest of the day enjoying being together again. You found a secluded area on the nearby beach where you sat on the towel and cuddled up together.

"Do you know that they heard us amor??" Pablo said while you were eating some ice cream looking up at his slightly pink face.

"Who??" you said feeling your own face heat up..yeah, you were kinda loud last night but you couldn't help it form the way Pablo was making you feel.

"Um..most of them" he said and you hid your face into his neck in embarrassment.

"But it's fine. I really don't care. Now they know you're all mine" he smirked and you hit his shoulder telling him that you must be quiet form now on.

"Don't get any ideas tonight princesa..the game is tomorrow and you know Xavi's rule" he smirked and you rolled your eyes finishing the rest of your ice cream.

"We'll see who will start having those ideas first Gavira.." you passed him winking and he started chasing you on the beach and when he caught you and tossed you over his shoulder he said "thank you for coming amor! I can't want for you to see me play tomorrow"

He put you down and you snaked your arms around his neck going on your tip toes to kiss his lips lovingly.

"I'm so proud of you cariño..te amo" you said into his lips and he smiled.

"Yo te amo mucho princesa" he said grabbing your face and pulling you into another kiss.

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[milaisreading]

I love your manager requests if you can make one if you don't mind one where ness or I could say reader to ask ness out on a date in front of the guys and have the guys go see spy on her date with ness if it's What do you want and don't mind making my request?

Author: OmG I love that concept sm! Hope you are alright with this story and thank you for the request! Have a great day/night🩷

Warnings ⚠️: Reader uses she/her. Requests are open. I listened to Cupid by Fifty Fifty and may have gotten carried away a little

Pairings: Blue Lock x manager!reader (Ness x Reader)

⚽️Blue Lock belongs to:Muneyuki Kaneshiro and Yusuke Nomura⚽️

Ego expected a lot of chaos to come from training kids...teenagers who want to be always right and on top of everything. And while he enjoyed that part, it was really the main reason he started the Blue Lock project, he didn't necessarily like kids. And today was one of the days he remembered he didn't want any. Ego's day started off to begin with, he woke up without Anri and he didn't see her or (Y/n) in the cafeteria,  where they usually ate breakfast. During the day Anri kept texting back and fourth with someone, then tried to get him to agree on letting (Y/n) help out Noel instead of the Blue Lock team. He of course said no. And now, when he tried to calmly eat his lunch, (Y/n) decided to barge in while squealing.

"And?!" Anri yelled as the younger started giggling and nodding her head along.

"He said yes! We are going out tomorrow!"

Ego watched with a dumbfounded face as the two started speaking over each other.

"What are you two even squealing about?" Ego asked, causing the two to stop and look at the older man.

"Well..." (Y/n) started, getting shy as Ego stared her down.

20 minutes ago...

(Y/n) felt like her stomach was about to explode, the whole day yesterday and this morning Anri was practicing with (Y/n) how to approach Ness. Tomorrow was their day off so asking him out on a date now is the last chance for her.

'How should I approach him? Calm and collected?! Or should I just blurt everything out?! God help me.' She gulped as her face started getting redder.

'Also why is everyone so loud?' (Y/n) wondered, cringing when she heard Shidou yell something and Baro chiming in.

"Otoya! Karasu! Stop eating (Y/n)'s food!" Aryu scolded the duo, who by now had pulled (Y/n)'s tray closer to them.

"It's not like she is eating!"

"(Y/n) needs to eat and you idiots took all her food. Here, you can take my lunch, (Y/n)." Isagi offered, only to get ignored as the girl kept staring at the door.

'Those gorgeous, big eyes and that smile... And his voice! Ahh~ if only he will say yes!' (Y/n) prayed to herself.

"(Y/n)!" The girl jumped a little and looked over at Isagi in a daze.

"W-what?"

"You want my lunch. Those idiots ate yours." Isagi said, pointing at Karasu and Otoya.

"It's fine, you can eat yours Rin."

(Y/n) said absent-mindedly as the door opened, revealing Kaiser and Ness.

'There he is! Ahhh~ his hair looks so fluffy!'

"Rin?! (Y/n), that's Isagi." Aryu said as he pointed as the offended boy, but she ignored it and got up to walk towards Ness.

"Tha-Thanks Chigiri, I will check it out in a minute."

"Chigiri?! Rin?!" The table exclaimed as they observed the girl. Reo, Nagi and Bachira, who were sitting nearby looked over at the table and then watched as (Y/n) called for Ness.

"What is she doing?!" Reo exclaimed.

"I don't know... and thanks to them I can't hear anything." Nagi groaned, looking over at Rin, Baro and Shidou. Bachira's hands twitched under the table, knowing whatever it was, it won't end well.

"N-ness... h-how are you today?" (Y/n) said with red cheeks as the boy sent her his usual smile.

'I think I have diabetes from how sweet he looks!' The girl thought.

"It's been great. Noa has been giving us some crap over the defense, but all in all good. Kaiser and I came here to eat lunch, want to join?" Ness asked, pointing at the table where the blonde and some other players of his club were.

"A-ah no... I just wanted to ask you something."

Ness grew a little concerned at how red her face was.

'Maybe it's a flue.' He thought as he touched (Y/n)'s forehead.

'Ehh?!' The girl thought as she looked at the boy.

"You seem to be alright, but you face is completely red. You want me to bring you to the nurse?" Ness asked with a frown as (Y/n) shook her head.

"N-no need... I just wanted to ask you... to go on a date with me tomorrow." Although she finally said that, it was pretty silent and add to to the other 3 bickering Ness didn't understand anything.

"To what?"

"To go out with me." (Y/n) said it louder this time, but Ness still couldn't hear her and glared at Shidou, Baro and Rin, who were about to get scolded by Reo and Kunigami.

"I said..." (Y/n) took a deep breath.

'My heart is about to explode!'

"Will you 3 shut up?!" Reo yelled causing the other 3 to grow silent for a moment.

"Will you go out on a date with me tomorrow?!"

Kaiser spit out his drink as be looked at the two and there were light choking sounds coming from Chigiri.

'Ahhh! Why did they have to stop arguing now?!' (Y/n) thought in embarrassment and looked at Ness again, who had a red face matching hers.

"S-sure... when?" The boy stuttered out, feeling his heart explode.

'She looks kind of adorable with that face.'

"T-tomorrow?"

"Alright. I... we can make some plans at dinner then?" Ness suggested, both feeling awkward as the players stared at them.

"Great idea!" (Y/n) said back as she played with the hem of her shirt.

Present time...

"You both are yelling here over a date?" Ego asked in disbelief as (Y/n) nodded her head.

"It's cute, Ego-san! This place misses some romance and drama, in my opinion." Anri said, making the man facepalm.

"This is for football not some weird drama, TV show..."

"Alright! Do we have everything set?!" Kunigami yelled as they went over the plan for tomorrow.

"Yes, Reo, Nagi, Bachira and I will form a group and follow them." Baro said bitterly as Reo sulked while the other two looked like they were out for blood.

"Then you have Yukimiya, Chigiri, Rin and I." Isagi said, dreading to see (Y/n) all lovey-dovey with the German boy. Rin and Chigiri were cracking their knuckles while Yukimiya was taking some notes.

'Whatever he is doing...' Isagi thought, worried that they might end up in jail.

'But it's for (Y/n)'s safety.'

"Then you have Kurona, Hiori, Otoya and I. We will beat Ness up." Karasu said with a murderous glint as the other three nodded their heads.

"No beating up! For now..." Kunigami sighed.

"That leaves Niko, Gagamaru, Aryu and I. When did you hear the date was again?" Kunigami asked as he looked over at Bachira, who was clenching his fists.

"At 9 they will meet up. They will go to the nearby town for a few hours. Can we beat him up after?"

"Maybe. I still don't see what (Y/n) loves about that freak when I am over here." Aryu sulked.

"You all... do you think (Y/n) might pick to work for Bastard München after this?"

The guys turned to look at Gagamaru, who was on the verge of crying along with Niko.

"The hell are you even saying?! She won't leave me- US like this!" Rin yelled, clearly the most upset about the whole incident.

"Calm down, Rin! What makes you even say that, Gagamaru?" Otoya questioned the boy.

"You all do remember that she never turned down Noel-san's offer officially." Gagamaru reminded them.

"Oh... But still, she wouldn't leave us for Ness... right?" Isagi said, chuckling nervously.

"No, of course not. We are still her number 1 priority!" Reo said as Nagi groaned.

'Why that bastard of all people?! I was right there (Y/n)!' The boy thought.

The next day (Y/n) woke up bright and early, got herself ready and dressed in some clothes Anri helped her pick up, then went to meet up with Ness at the entrance.

'He looks so dreamy~ those eyes!' (Y/n) blushed as the boy glanced at her.

"Should we go and eat first? You didn't eat anything." Ness offered as they walked down the road. Clearing her throat, (Y/n) nodded her head.

"Sure! Where do you want to go? I heard they have so many good restaurants."

"Whatever you pick, I trust your instincts." Ness smiled, shyly offering his hand for her to hold.

'Ahh! It's happening!' (Y/n) thought and took it.

"I saw good reviews on a restaurant down the road. They serve some French pastries too."

"What does he mean by instincts? Is he calling her gluttonous?!" Rin whispered from behind the wall as he glared at Ness' head.

"Can we beat him up now?" Yukimiya questioned as Isagi and Chigiri shook their heads.

"Not yet, later. Chigiri go and call Kunigami and tell them where to go." Isagi said as Yukimiya pointed frantically at the duo.

"They are holding hands! Red alarm."

"Maybe we could beat him up now." Isagi said as a dark aura formed itself around Rin and him.

"It's so nice here, the food is good and even the music is right. That doesn't happen often." (Y/n) said as she ate her katsudon, enjoying the crunch of it.

"It's really nice. I need to eat it again when I visit Japan. You were right with the katsudon... was it?" Ness asked nervously as he took another bite.

"Aha~" the girl said as she happily took another bite.

'She seems to like food a lot... Hmm there are nice places in Munich I could bring her to once she visits again. So cute~' Ness sighed with a blush as he kept watching her eat, the facial expressions were adorable to him. Noticing that she nearly ate her fried meat and put some of his unto her bowl.

"Ha? Why aren't you eating it? Is it bad?" (Y/n) asked in panic, but the boy just shook his head, giving her another one of his smiles.

"I ate enough fried food for the time being... besides it seems to be your favorite part of the dish and I like how happy you look when eating it."

'Ahhh! I can't take it anymore!' (Y/n) thought as her face grew a bright red and stuttered out a quiet thank you. Then she looked down at her bowl to see what she could give him

"Are they sharing food now?" Niko asked in shock as the group observed them from a few tables away.

"I thought that was a thing she exclusively did with me..." Gagamaru said, sounding heartbroken as Niko added in.

"I feel so insulted... the two of us got closer thanks to food... and now she does the same with another dude."

"I still can't believe she never noticed us. Her eyes are completely glued to that Ness dude."  Aryu bit into his napkin, jealous of the heart eyes she was sending him the whole time.

"Calm down you all, I know this sucks and I rather we pull (Y/n) away from that dude, but we can't cause a scene." Kunigami warned, contemplating to go over there and pick the girl up from the seat.

The whole table then frowned as the two laughed at something.

"The shrine is pretty nice. And you are sure I can take pictures?" Ness wondered as he took out his phone. (Y/n) looked once more at the signs and nodded her head.

"Yep as long as nothing is disturbed it's fine to take pictures." She summarized what the writing said and Ness nodded his head. (Y/n) watched happily as he took pictures of the place.

"Thanks, Liebling."

'He looks so lovely... I hope I can take him to another shrine the next time he visits. He will love the ones in Osaka a lot.' (Y/n) thought, swooning a little as he smiled again.

"What is he doing? Why is he ignoring (Y/n) like that?" Nagi watched the scene in disbelief as Reo tsked in distaste.

"If I was him the only pictures I would take ar ethe ones with (Y/n) in it. He must be stupid to act like this." The purple-haired boy huffed and looked away.

"What's worse is that (Y/n) doesn't seem to realize her own worth if she let's this slide. Can I kick something at him?" Bachira wondered.

"Not now, I don't want toe hear Mr. Hero scolding us. But I do agree that he must be blind to ignore her like that." Baro crossed his arms as they continued torturing themselves with the duo.

'Why him?! Why does she look at him like that?!' The four thought.

"That was a really nice day, when is the bus arriving again?" Ness asked as he squeezed (Y/n)'s hand tighter.

"I think in about an hour or so. I really hope you liked today, it wasn't much but uh... maybe next time..." (Y/n) looked around the place nervously as Ness nodded his head.

"Next time we can plan something for Tokyo. I always wanted to visit Shibuya, Liebling."

The boy said as (Y/n) nodded her head.

'So there will be a next time!'

"Oh... I wanted to ask you what that means."

"What what means?" Ness raised an eyebrow.

"Lieb... Liebling?" (Y/n) repeated in broken German. Ness thought for a moment and then leaned down to whisper something to her.

"Basically it means Honey."

'Ahhh!! This isn'ta dream?!' (Y/n) thought to herself.

"What did he say?!" Otoya whisper-yelled as he glared at the boy as he moved away from (Y/n) a little.

"Karasu! Don't cause a scene! Hiori help me hold him back." Kurona told the blue-eyed boy, who reluctantly came to help.

"I say we let him get a beating. He is literally stealing my manager."

"Our manager, Hiori. And I just don't want to see (Y/n) sad."

"True... that would suck..."

"And?! How was it?! I want to hear all the details!!" Anri yelled excitedly as (Y/n) entered Ego's office.

"Do you two have to talk about it in my office?" The man groaned as Anri sent him a glare.

"Yes. Yes, we do. And?!" The woman said as she pulled (Y/n) to a corner. The girl blushed a little and hid her face with her hands.

"I think we will be having another date again."

Ego rolled his eyes as they kept on talking.

'Kids are a hassle.'

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[woman-of-balnain]

You Don't Form in the Wet Sand (I Do) - Part 1/2 (Alpha Rick x Omega Reader)

Masterlist | AO3 Ver. | Next Part

Pairing: Rick Grimes/Fem!Reader

Request: An omega reader who is able to handle and defend herself and how Rick would deal with that considering he just wants to protect her.

A/N:

So, this all takes place during the early period of the ‘farmer Rick’ era (between s3 and s4). I have it so that Hershel wants to get the infirmary stocked up with everything he needs to get it properly up and running (Dr S isn’t part of the community yet).

The hospital in this story isn’t the one that Dawn runs.

I’m going to write chapter 2 right after posting this, so it’ll be up soon and is just 100% smut of their first shared rut/heat.

TW: Strangulation of the Reader in an attempt to kill her (by an enemy, NOT Rick). The way it’s described might make it seem like it’s going on for longer than it is, but I intended it to be fairly minor, with no permanent or serious damage. Idk if that comes across clearly though, sorry. I also don’t know how realistic it is, because I am not a doctor, but a complete idiot…

Warnings: See the TW above, a/b/o dynamic (some non-traditional), established relationship, dominant Rick, protective Rick, killing both walkers and other people, independent omega Reader, female Reader.

Word Count: 4,576

Dividers by: @newlips + @cafekitsune

You loved the moments when Rick didn’t realize you were looking at him. He was so cocky whenever he caught you, that you savored the times when he was completely unaware, and you could just take him in with open and unrestrained appreciation. He was tending to the crops in the prison yard alone, like he always did these days, and you realized that you missed the way he was before he’d decided to basically retire.

There had been times where he’d get too protective of you, whenever the group was in a dangerous situation, but you knew it was just his instincts as an alpha coming through. Luckily, you could handle your own, so he really didn’t have any reason to worry. That never stopped him though, and even now he hated when you went out on a supply run without him.

“Hey cowboy,” you greeted Rick, walking up to him.

He stopped what he was doing and turned to look at you, a grin curling up on his lips at the familiar nickname you always used.

“You ever gonna stop callin’ me that?” He asked, letting out a light laugh.

“Nope,” you replied playfully with a small smile of your own. “You’re just asking for it.”

You loved his southern drawl, the slight lilt his tone had with certain words. You would never admit it to him, of course, and teased him about it constantly instead. Sometimes you would mimic him, emphasizing certain syllables, like how he tended to say ‘anythang’ and he would just roll his eyes or kiss you in that way of his where he reminded you just how much you loved it.

Because, in reality his accent drove you wild and you found everything about him to be incredibly sexy. You’d never outright admitted it, but he never missed an opportunity to let you know that he was perfectly aware of it all the same.

Rick shook his head with amusement, bringing you back to the present moment.

“What’re you doing out here anyway?” He asked.

“I wanted to talk to you about something. Hershel asked if I could go on a run to get some medical supplies he needs.”

“Who’re you going with?”

“I’m not sure yet, but I just wanted to let you know in case I’m not back for a while.”

Rick frowned and you just knew that his protective instincts were kicking in.

“Baby, can’t it wait ‘til tomorrow?” He asked.

“Why?”

“I’ll go with you,” he said it so simply, like it was something he still did all the time.

“I thought you weren’t doing stuff like that anymore…”

“It’s just a supply run,” he pointed out. “And I could use a day off.”

“Okay,” you agreed. “We can head out in the morning.”

He nodded and you turned to head back up to the prison, but he stopped you. Rick wrapped his arms around your waist from behind and bent his head to give your cheek an affectionate kiss.

“Omega…” he murmured against your skin. “You’re just gonna walk off without saying goodbye?”

You melted a little from how sweet he could be at times, and the way his fingers traced light patters through the material of your shirt was undeniably tantalizing.

“Don’t you have work to do, cowboy?” You asked him playfully. “I don't want to distract you.”

“Just you being here is a distraction,” he retorted, moving his mouth down to the curve of your neck.

You pulled away slightly until you could turn to face him again. You faltered a little, seeing the look he was giving you. Rick’s gaze had become heated, and it wasn’t the first time that the intensity in his eyes had thrown you off. You hadn’t been together for very long, but he always seemed to look at you with such open desire and admiration.

Unlike you, Rick had no problems with being open about his feelings. But he was an alpha and they were supposed to be confident and strong. You, on the other hand, had never really been a typical omega. You were too independent, too headstrong, too capable of defending yourself, too much of what an omega wasn’t.

Most alphas you’d encountered in your life either found that to be a turnoff or took it as their chance to ‘fix’ you. Because of that, you’d never actually been with an alpha before Rick, always dating betas instead. While he worried and got protective over you, he was never overbearing or domineering, and it all stemmed from the genuine care he held for you.

Yet, despite all of that, the idea of being vulnerable around him still filled you with trepidation. You kept that side of you hidden, because you didn’t want to be underestimated even more than you usually were by people who didn’t know you well enough. But deep down, you liked Rick’s protectiveness and you wanted to show your more sensitive side. You just weren’t sure how to yet.

Pushing those thoughts aside, you brought your focus back to Rick and the present moment. Letting your fingers curl around the collar of his shirt, you pulled him closer and gave him exactly what he wanted by bringing his lips to yours. His hold on you tightened and he started to deepen the kiss, but you pulled away again.

“You should get back to work, cowboy,” you told him playfully, masking the inner conflict you felt.

Yet, Rick frowned, likely picking up on it through your scent anyway.

“Okay,” he said softly, apparently letting it go for now. “I’ll come find you later.”

You gave him another quick kiss before turning around again and heading back towards the infirmary, intending to tell Hershel that you wouldn’t be going out until the next day.

The town you had picked out wasn’t exactly close to the prison, so Rick was glad that you’d both decided to head out early in the morning. Still, he couldn’t help but to feel on edge due to the fact that your destination was the local hospital. Sure, it would hopefully have everything Hershel would need, but it would also be crawling with walkers.

He had just wanted some time alone with you, away from everyone else, but now Rick was mentally kicking himself for not organizing a bigger group for the task. He knew you could handle yourself, but that didn’t stop his inner alpha from getting the urge to protect you and make sure you didn’t run into any danger. On a trip like this though, danger was inevitable.

“Hey, let’s check out that pharmacy first,” you pointed to a building further down the street. “It might have some of the stuff we need.”

Before Rick could even begin to respond, you were already jogging towards it.

“Y/N!” He called out after you, wishing you were a little more cautious about these things.

“Keep up, cowboy!” You teased him, never once slowing down.

Rick sighed when you disappeared into the building and ran to catch up. His heart skipped a beat when he saw that there were a few walkers in there with you. But as he took care of the one closest to him, you pushed one of the others away before plunging your knife into the third one’s head. After that was taken care of, you bent down to kill the second one, which had fallen over after you shoved it away from you.

Rick wanted to admonish you for not being more careful and just running in there recklessly, but ultimately, you’d had it handled. Just like you always did… You straightened back up after pulling your knife back out of the walker’s skull and wiping it clean on its tattered clothes. Then you turned to face Rick, evidently catching the annoyed look on his face as you did.

“What?” You asked.

“Nothing,” he groused, knowing it was useless to say anything.

“Okay, grumbles,” you teased him with a smile before taking in the empty shelves of the pharmacy. “Damn, this place has been wiped clean.”

Your observation was stating the obvious, as there was quite literally nothing left.

“C’mon,” Rick gestured back to the street with his head. “We shouldn’t waste any more time.”

“Do you think the hospital is still worth checking out?” You asked as you both left the store again. “It could’ve been looted by now too.”

“Maybe,” Rick agreed. “But we should at least go and see.”

He didn’t like it, because he knew it would be worse than the pharmacy and likely completely overrun by walkers. But he also knew that the trip would be a waste if you both didn’t at least find out. So, you both continued on towards the hospital, with Rick trying to ignore his growing uneasiness.

Something was off with Rick; you’d picked it up in his scent all day and it just seemed to get worse as the hours passed you by. It was usually comforting and gave off a calm sense of confidence, but now there was an edge to it like something was bothering him at an instinctual level. The weirdest part was how it wasn’t even unpleasant – just notably different.

You tried to ignore it as you looked through your binoculars and observed the outside of the hospital from a safe distance. But his scent wrapped around you more than usual, almost like it was trying to coax some kind of reaction out of you.

“Think these are the guys who cleared out the pharmacy?” You asked Rick, scanning the front of the building.

There were two men with machine guns standing outside and talking together. You both knew there must be more of them inside, and walkers were no longer the issue you would have to deal with.

“Yeah,” Rick muttered from beside you, his scent suddenly becoming more prominent.

“Are you okay?” You questioned, turning your head to look at him. “Your scent is… I don’t know, but it’s stronger than usual.”

“I’m fine,” he frowned in response. “Let’s just work out what we’re gonna do and get out of here.”

“Okay,” you relented, deciding to drop it for now. “So, do we take them on? They don’t exactly look friendly; I doubt they’re willing to share whatever they’ve got stashed away in there.”

“We should just leave it,” Rick suggested. “We don’t have a reason to attack them. We can find the supplies somewhere else.”

You almost agreed with him, but it also seemed like these guys were just hoarding stuff because they could, while there were children and older people at the prison who likely needed it more. You weren’t ready to give up on the trip just yet, especially when you knew there had to be some good stuff inside. Maybe even more than you’d been expecting to find when you set out earlier that morning.

“Okay, you’re not gonna like this –” you started to say.

“Y/N…” Rick’s tone was full of warning as he cut you off.

“Just hear me out,” you argued. “No one’s guarding that side entrance over there, see? I can sneak in and see if I can find anything and get a feel for the place. But you need to stay here.”

“No way,” he denied you without hesitating.

“Your scent will give us away, Rick,” you pointed out. “Anyone could smell you from a mile off right now. It’s a wonder those two haven’t already.”

“You’re an omega. They’ll pick up on that too.”

“I’ll be fine,” you tried to placate him and handed over the binoculars. “Just stay here. I won’t be long.”

You were already moving away from him before Rick could retort – yet again. He groaned in frustration, briefly wondering if his scent really was that strong or if it had just been an excuse to make him stay behind. But Rick knew you would have acknowledged the fact that you’d work better together, so he begrudgingly accepted that you’d asked him to stay there for a good reason.

He looked through the binoculars, tension swirling through him as he watched you approach the unguarded entrance. You were keeping low to the ground, making sure you wouldn’t be spotted, and Rick was at least grateful that you weren’t approaching the building recklessly like you had at the pharmacy. But his relief was short lived, as you then disappeared inside, and he was left to wonder what was going on within those walls.

He became more agitated and restless as time seemed to drag on at a torturously slow pace. He was itching to just go in and make sure you were okay, but the knowledge that they might pick up on his scent and that alerting them would put you in danger was the only thing holding him back. Yet, when he heard a gunshot ring out and the two men guarding the door reacted by rushing inside, Rick’s instincts took over.

He sprinted over to the entrance, drawing his Python from his holster as he did. He was so on edge that he could hear the pounding beat of his heart drumming away in his ears. Rick pushed his back against the wall to the side of the entrance and peered inside cautiously, forcing himself to be tactical rather than just barge in like he wanted to.

He saw that the two guards were walking slowly down the hall, clearly trepidatious since they also weren’t sure what they were getting themselves into as they went to investigate the signs of a disturbance that had rung out. One of them called out a name, likely checking to see if everything inside was okay. Rick waited tensely, also wanting to see if he needed to make a move or not. Maybe you were okay, and it had just been a coincidence or the result of some trigger-happy idiot.

But then another couple of gunshots rang out and Rick’s frustration reached its boiling point. He was done guessing. He pushed his body away from the wall and turned towards the entrance, letting two of his own shots ring out, hitting both men in the backs of their heads and watching their bodies slump down onto the floor.

He didn’t care in that moment, pushing aside the fact that he’d been trying to put all the killing behind him. Because Rick had picked up on your scent after that third gunshot and it was filled with distress. He had never sensed that in you, which just made him more anxious. There had been fear and worry in the past, when things had gone wrong, but never the raw panic that was there now.

So, Rick didn’t hesitate and headed further into the building, seeking you out and hoping that he wasn’t too late.

Things had been quiet when you first entered the hospital and it set your mind at ease, because you felt like you were correct in your suspicion that there weren’t many of them. You snuck through the halls, peering into rooms and keeping an ear out in case anyone was nearby. It disappointed you to find everything looking fairly empty, with everything useful seeming to have been ransacked.

“Do you smell that?”

You froze, sensing that the voice had come from just around the corner.

“No… what?” Another one replied.

“’Course you don’t, you’re a beta,” the first voice muttered with slight annoyance. “There’s an omega’s scent. Someone’s here.”

You panicked slightly, realizing your plan to sneak in and out unnoticed had definitely failed. There was some slight hesitation within you, as you debated between unholstering either your knife or your gun, but there were two of them, so you decided on the latter.

As you tightened your grip around the handle and raised it up in front of you, the two men finally turned the corner and paused, leaving the three of you in a standoff. The alpha had raised his gun instinctively as soon as he saw you, while the beta, who stood a little behind him, was slower to react.

“You lost or something, omega?” The alpha asked you gruffly.

“I need supplies,” you replied coldly. “I’m betting you have enough to go around.”

“Like hell we do. All the shit here’s ours, we ain’t sharin’.”

He looked you up and down then, eyeing you in a way that made your blood boil.

“Maybe we’ll take you too,” he suggested. “Ain’t many omegas around anymore.”

He took a step closer, and you cocked back the hammer of your revolver, getting ready to shoot.

“Don’t move,” you warned him.

“What’re you gonna do?” The alpha patronized you. “You ever even fired that thing?”

“Take another step and find out,” you seethed.

“Sugar, this ain’t a game,” he moved forward again. “Now, drop th–”

You pulled the trigger, getting him right between the eyes. You barely processed his body going limp before you were pointing the gun at the beta who had remained silent during your exchange with the now dead alpha.

“He was right about one thing at least,” you told the beta calmly. “This isn’t a game. Hands up.”

He reluctantly complied, raising his arms to show that he wasn’t going to act as stupidly as his friend had.

“You make any sudden moves and you’ll be the next one to get a bullet in the brain.”

The beta nodded before his eyes briefly flicked behind you. There wasn’t time to react, as you realized one of them must have snuck up on you, because you were pushed to the ground almost immediately after. The gun fell from your hands as you felt like the wind had been knocked out of you, but you were quick to try and reach it again.

It was another alpha who had now climbed on top of you, and he pulled your head back by gripping onto your hair tightly. You groaned from the pain, but never stopped trying to reach for the gun. When your fingers finally wrapped around the grip again, the alpha turned you over roughly, his hands now reaching up to your throat.

“Don’t just stand there, you idiot,” the new alpha yelled at the useless beta who still hadn’t made a move. “Get the damned gun off her!”

His fingers started to tighten around your neck, and you began gasping for air. As the beta was brought out of his stupor, you panicked and lifted the gun up to aim it at him. The trigger was pulled before you even had time to really think about it, and the bullet hit him in the chest, causing him to stagger forward and then fall on his knees. You pulled it another time, this time getting him in the head and you briefly hoped that it had lodged into his brain. But that was the least of your worries, as you struggled with the lack of oxygen you were still experiencing.

You bent your arms to try and aim it at the alpha instead and he finally relinquished his merciless grip around your neck. Unfortunately, the action just caused you to let out a choked gasp and then a desperate inhale as air filled your lungs again. He took it as his opportunity to lean forward and try to wrestle the gun from your hands. You pulled the trigger once more in an act of desperation, fear completely overcoming you in that moment. But the bullet just went up into the roof and the alpha continued to try and overpower you.

But then by some miracle, his grip loosened, and he was pushed away from you. Turning onto your side, you coughed a few times as your throat still felt sore from the way he'd been squeezing down on it. Rick was focused on the other alpha, absolutely furious as the force of his fist brought the asshole down onto the floor. He glanced at you briefly, seeing that you were okay for the most part, but still struggling to get your breathing back to normal. Yet, when he caught sight of the discolored skin around your throat, with the imprint of the other alpha’s fingers there, he saw red.

He rounded on the other man again, bringing his fists down relentlessly while the bastard struggled to try and gain the upper hand. Rick vaguely noted the way you stood up on slightly shaky legs and closed the distance between the two of you. A final shot rang out as you fired another bullet into the alpha’s head, bringing an abrupt end to Rick’s assault on him.

“He… he’s not worth it,” you told Rick, your voice hoarse after the recent assault on your throat.

Rick stood up, clearly still fuming as he regarded you irately.

“He could have killed you, Y/N,” he yelled, gesturing to your neck and the tender skin there. “Do you have a death wish or something? I tried to tell you this was a bad idea, why don’t you ever listen?”

You had never felt so vulnerable around Rick as you did in that moment. You had truly been terrified that you wouldn’t make it through that alive. But he had come for you and while you knew that he was right about you being reckless and that his anger was coming from a place of protectiveness, you still hated that he was mad at you.

So, before he could get another word out, you stepped forward and wrapped your arms around him in a grateful hug. Rick hesitated for just a moment before he returned your tight embrace, his head falling to the crook of your neck as he let out a sigh of relief. For the first time, you let him see a more sensitive side of you, because if there was any alpha in the world that you felt safe around like that, it was him.

But his anger and frustration hadn't faded yet and you let out a startled gasp as he pushed you against the nearest wall. Despite his agitation, you melted into his hold as Rick turned his head and began pressing frantic kisses along your mating gland in an attempt to calm himself down. It felt so good and so right, and it caused your inner omega to feel completely and utterly content. His lips were soft against your sensitive skin and a rush of desire swept through you from how he teased all of your senses by stimulating that single spot. When his tongue darted out, licking along the entirety of the gland that was still smooth and unclaimed, you let out a desperate moan.

"You're gonna learn to listen," he practically growled out against your skin.

The underlying warning that was in his tone caused your stubborn nature to rise within you.

"Or what?" You challenged him.

Rick's teeth bit down onto your gland and you realized with surprise that you were disappointed because he didn't break into the skin. You had never even seriously considered him claiming you, but that one small action left you yearning for it.

"Don't push me, omega," he warned you again, his fingers digging into your waist through the material of your shirt.

"What're you gonna do, cowboy?" You asked him again, wanting to do exactly that.

You weren't just surprised by this new dominant side he was showing, but you were also surprised by how much you liked it. Maybe you should have been worried, because he seemed less in control of himself than usual, but your own mind and body seemed to be drifting away from any sense of logic and all you could really consider was how badly you wanted him in that moment.

Rick gave you his answer by biting down harder and it didn't matter that the skin was already sore from what had just happened. Your mating gland was one of the most sensitive parts of your body, so the action only made you feel overcome with desire. You knew it would likely leave a mark - even if it wasn't the one you suddenly craved - but you didn't care and instinct took over. You tilted your head up slightly, letting your nose rest against his own scent gland before you breathed him in, almost feeling addicted to the sense of comfort he so effortlessly gave you. But you picked up on something else there too and you suddenly became worried again.

“Oh shit,” you breathed out. “Rick, you’re going into a rut…”

It all made sense to you. How on edge he’d been all day, the way his scent had become stronger than usual and now it was just obvious with your nose pressed to his mating gland.

"I know," was all he said, because of course he knew.

What was strange though, was how suddenly it had escalated. But considering the danger he'd found you in, it wasn't really that hard to believe. The whole thing probably caused his inner alpha to become desperate to claim you as his own. Even if he didn't bite into your mating gland, just spending his rut with you would likely be enough to satiate his need to prove that you belonged to him, that you were his to protect. Rick pulled back a little to look at you and you realized that you had never seen him look that turned on before. You squeezed your legs together a little as your own desire grew.

“You’ll have to stay with me,” he pointed out.

You knew what he meant. If you stayed out of his sight, he would go crazy with worry and just come and find you anyway, due to how much an alpha’s instincts took over during their rut. More to the point, he would still be able to pick up on your scent and that alone would mean that there was no way he would be able to stay away from you.

No matter what, you were about to experience an alpha’s rut for the first time, and it made you a little nervous.

“I won’t hurt you, baby,” Rick promised, knowing about your trepidation regarding the whole thing. “Just trust me.”

You nodded and Rick looked into the room behind you before apparently deciding that it would have to do. When he stepped away from you and gave you a chance to look, you saw that that there was a simple but clean hospital bed, yet practically nothing else.

“Wait here,” you told him. “I’ll find some stuff to barricade the door.”

But he tugged on your arm as you turned to leave and brought you close to him again.

“I can’t wait that long, ‘mega,” he murmured huskily in your ear.

Your eyes widened as you felt his hardened, but covered length poking into your back and you realized again just how quickly his rut had advanced. Rick’s arms wrapped around you, holding you there against him as his lips returned to your scent gland and his hands began exploring your body.

“Baby, I need you now,” he told you insistently.

And as he continued to tease you in every possible way, you knew that it was pointless to try and resist, because not only was his rut now in full force, but a familiar sense of heated and uncontrollable desire had begun building up within you too.

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[blackjackkent]

Time to party with the tieflings!

We have a new camp location - no longer in the ruins but somewhere out on the road, and there is nice music playing. c: This is nice.

Time for more social interaction!

Rather concerningly, the first thing I notice is this, lying on a table in a side tent:

????

There's no indication of who it belongs to and no option to follow up on it. This seems...like something we should be more concerned about. Hopefully Zevlor hasn't been putting a massive trick over on us this whole time.

Anyway, onwards...

The tieflings are all very happy and very drunk, and it's cute. They're being nice to Hector too and it's really doing a lot to brighten his mood; after everything that happened in the temple he was starting to feel way out of his depth, but this - he helped these people. That means something. A bard tiefling offered to write a song about him but Hector dissuaded her; so far he's proved very uninterested in being memorialized.

Companion circuit, starting with Halsin:

"Go on now. Don't waste a night like this talking to me. We'll discuss your problem tomorrow."

Poor Halsin is still covered in goblin blood.

The game (perhaps left over from the early access, when I believe Halsin was not a companion option but just a dude you could help and also flirt with) mostly only gave options to be super direct - "There's other things we could do besides talking..." - and even when I thought I was saying I just wanted to get to know him it ended up turning out that Hector was trying to come onto him. I think we can all safely assume Hector is not at that point yet. So I had to reload this conversation a few times. :P

"Take your own advice, why don't you? Go on - mingle a little."

"Later, perhaps. Don't worry about me. A night under the stars amidst nature's creation is just what I need after being locked up in the goblins' dungeon. Go on. Enjoy yourself. Seek out some wine before it runs dry - there are a lot of thirsty people around here."

---

Wyll, apparently, has been sort of lurking off to the side of the party.

He's depressed because, no matter what we did to help these tieflings, they're still going to be in danger because of Karlach and other monsters of the world. Hector didn't necessarily disagree, but tried to cheer him up a bit, which did seem to work.

(It seems as if all these conversations might be the initial entrance point for romance, because Hector had the option to ask Wyll to dance. Hopefully I'm not cutting myself out of anything by not taking any of these options right now.)

---

Gale...uh. offered to show us something magical.

Hector, assuming he meant some spell, agreed. "I like the sound of 'magical'. What do you have planned?

"A lesson. And trust me when I say - few have experienced the pleasure I offer to teach. However, it's something best experienced in more...intimate surrounds, once the revelry has ended and the stillness of the night has been restored."

Um. What did I just agree to?

I am legitimately unsure whether this was flirtatious or if Gale is ACTUALLY talking about some magic ability. Given Hector's general lack of facility with the nuances of conversation, I think he is taking this completely at face value. I almost reloaded, but you know what, we're going to lean into it. Come the end of the night, we'll see what was actually intended, I guess.

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Astarion is not having a good time:

"You know, I never pictured myself as a hero. Never thought I'd be the one they toast for saving so many lives. And now that I'm here..."

"...I hate it. This is awful."

Hector, in spite of himself, grins. "You did a good thing," he says, lounging back on his heels. "Suck it up and enjoy yourself."

"Enjoy myself?! There's a worm in my brain, I'm surrounded by idiots, and all I've got to drink is wine that tastes like vinegar."

"Relax, all your problems will still be there in the morning."

"That means I have to survive tonight. And this party. All I want is a little fun - is that so much to ask?"

"That had better not mean 'I want to kill something'."

"Not at all! I was hoping for companionship and - well, maybe a little death. Figuratively speaking."

"Not with you, just to be clear. I mean...can you imagine? Ugh. No."

Lmao. God. I really went into this game being like "I am sure Astarion's fine but I don't imagine I will get the MASSIVE hype around him" but you know what. This is a great character. His dialogue has so much personality, his voice acting is on point, he should be completely insufferable but I am grinning every time I talk to him, and even with the scraggly hair which is not normally my thing, that jawline does wonders for his attractiveness. Even Hector doesn't seem to fully dislike him and by all accounts he really should.

And there's most definitely more lurking under the devil-may-care facade. I am 100% romancing him on a different playthrough.

For now, though, Hector will be satisfied with making sure he stays in camp and doesn't go completely off the rails.

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Oh my god. Moving on to Lae'zel, who is looking at Hector with an entirely new expression that resembles nothing so much as a dog staring down a piece of meat.

"I have seen the kith'raki tear a screaming neogi's legs from its belly to fashion into blades. Yet they could not match your nerve today. It was enough to drive me to madness."

"A pity for us you have promised your body to Gale. I've no doubt he is as seductive as he is succinct."

:LKJSD;fljkaS;LDKJFAPOSIHDFPOAISJDFPAOISJDFPOIASJDFPOAISJDPFOJIE WHAT

Okay first of all - Hector is all O.O because he seriously thought Gale was going to show him a magic trick. Second of all - you weren't even THERE while Hector was showing all this nerve. Third of all - we have GOT to get you a better outfit to have these conversations in. And fourth - a;lsikjdf;aslokjdf;paolsdikjf;ap.

Help. My face hurts.

Hector, as awkwardly as humanly possible, squeaks out, "I"m grateful for your aid. You really are a gifted warrior."

She sneers at him. "Vlaakith demands of me no less." Her eyes sweep over him and a twitch of frustration tugs a muscle in her jaw. "Mm. If only I might lay claim to my proper trophy. Come morning, you will wonder. You will wonder how my lips might have tasted. How my fingers on your skin might have felt. Oh, but do enjoy yourself this night. I intend to, myself. Wyll looks particularly tempting."

a;lskjdf;alsdjkf;alsjdf;asldkjfds;sjd MA'AM?!?!?!?

Hector staggers away from this conversation feeling a little dazed, his skin about four shades darker, and not sure how to meet anyone's eyes.

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Shadowheart is kneeling in apparent prayer in a completely different part of the map, way off from the party. She may be a Shar cleric and he's not sure how to talk to her, but at least it's quiet over here.

She smirks slightly, looking up at him, and raises a glass of wine from where it's sitting at her side.

"Everyone seems to be in high spirits. I saw you with Gale. You two looked...cozy. Far be it from me to judge. Blood must still be running a little hot, after everything."

Oh my god. Apparently EVERYONE except Hector knew what was going on in that conversation. Poor boy is definitely BRIGHT red now and flustered as hell.

They actually had a nice little conversation - Shadowheart talked about how she wouldn't have expected to care about the refugees (and Shar wouldn't approve of anything that distracted from her worship). And Hector had a drink with her.

"There - some liquid courage. And try to get some rest too if you can; tomorrow's another day."

#bjk plays baldur's gate 3 #hector carlisle #lolololololololololl oh my god this did NOT go the way I expected it to #i am fucking dying #poor confused hector #i'm leaning into it but omg #also this is incredibly long and i'm not apologizing for it anymore :P

[mccarthawrites]

Drops of Jupiter - Chapter 6

Relationship: Howard Stark & OC!Clarabeth Davis

Rating: General Audiences

Summary: Howard takes Clarabeth out to lunch on her first day as a nurse. They discuss finding and office to start their business.

Author’s Note: It’s been so long since I updated. Also friendly reminder that Jenna Coleman is the face claim for Clarabeth

Words: 1,004

Howard had promised that on Clarabeth’s first day at the hospital, he’d treat her out to lunch. He walked into the hospital, up to the front desk.

“Hello. How can I ask you?” A redheaded nurse asked.

“Hi. Do you know where I can find Clarabeth Davis? She’s a nurse.” Howard asked.

“Do you know what floor she’s on?” The nurse asked.

“No idea.” He admitted. “It’s her first day.”

“Oh. She’s one of the new girls. Check with Molly on floor three. She’s in charge of training the new girls. She’ll know where she is.”

“Thank you.” Howard flashed her a smile before walking to the elevators. He waited, silently watching the hustle and bustle of the hospital. The elevator gate opened and Clarabeth stepped out. “Hey.” He smiled.

“Howard, hi. I thought you were going to wait outside for me.”

“Really? I thought I’d meet you inside.” He replied. Looking her over, he couldn’t fight the smile. “Never thought I’d actually see the day you wear the nurse’s uniform.” He teased.

“Don’t be a disgusting.” She rolled her eyes.

“How’s your first day going?” He offered her his arm.

“It’s been quite the morning to say the least. They’re assigning me to the maternity ward. I’ll be helping bring new life into the world.”

“You don’t sound so thrilled about that.”

“I am. I just- that’s not exactly what I pictured when I decided to become a nurse.” She admitted.

“Well, when Stark Industries becomes a reality you won’t have to work at the hospital anymore.”

“I don’t know if I want to quit this job so soon. Just until we get the company on it’s feet.”

“Means if it all goes under you’ll still have a job to fall back on.”

“Are you planning on quitting the railway?” She asked.

“Haven’t decided yet. But we can do this, right? We will do this.”

“Yes. If there is anyone I believe in, it’s you, Howard.” Her admission made him smile. “Don’t make me regret saying that out loud. Don’t let it get to your head. You’re still an idiot sometimes.”

“Gee, thanks.”

“Gotta keep you humble some way.” She laughed.

Howard and Clarabeth sat next to the window of a small deli a few blocks from the hospital.

“You know, you never told me how your date went with that son of a senator.” He told her. She sighed. “That bad?”

“Oh gosh. It was- it wasn’t a complete disaster. Just- he was exactly like all the others my mother introduces me to.”

“But I thought you said he was different.”

“Becuase I thought he was, but- we just didn’t agree on an important matter.”

“Which is-”

“Do you think a woman has to quit her career after she gets married?” She asked.

“Depends on the career.” He shrugged.

“If I got married tomorrow, should I quit my job as a nurse?”

“No.”

“If your company was up and running should I quit that?”

“No, but I don’t see you being a stay-at-home wife or mother. So- it’s different with you. Most women- that’s all they want.”

“Most women? Is this how you’re telling me you’ve slept with most women in New York City?” She asked. Howard laughed. “I don’t think that is what most women want. That’s just been the status quo forever. No one’s thought to challenge it. If Elish Graves Otis didn’t challenge anything, we wouldn’t have elevators and I would have had to climb three stories in these pumps today.”

“Fair enough. I hear what you’re saying, Clara.”

“Jack wants a meek submissive housewife.”

“Which you are not.”

“So it’s not going to work out.”

“Oh well. What about Jim. Are you still seeing him?”

“I haven’t spoken to him since our last date, but he’s busy. I understand that.”

“You know the offer is still on the table.”

“What offer?”

“We get married and split your inheritance.”

“Howard, I love you, but not like that. I will not allow my mother to win.”

“We could use that money to start the company.”

“I thought you had investors.”

“I have people who are interested, but they want me to have something to show for it before they’ll give me their money. Which is understandable.”

“Maybe you’re not whoring yourself hard enough to the lonely housewives.” She teased.

“Wow. That is not what I am doing. I am simply showing them attention their husbands don’t. And they give me gifts. Which sometimes comes in cash.”

“Howard, you’re a whore.”

“I am not.”

“You so are.” She laughed. “And I still love you.”

“I only accept this abuse from you.”

“Because you have no other choice, do you?” She asked. “My mother did say if you found an office, she’d be willing to invest.”

“I know. We have to go look at them. There is one on 52nd and one above my mother’s dress shop. I think I’ve mentioned them to you already. Maybe we can go next week to look at them.”

“Why do you need me for that?” She asked.

“I don’t know. Maybe because you’re my partner. We’ll both be working out of the office so I think it’s important we both agree on it.”

“What about Sunday? I’m working an early morning shift. I’ll be out by one.” She informed him.

“Sunday sounds good.  I’ll pick you up at one and we’ll go give it a look over. There’s also a space above a bakery on East 86th we can look into.”

“I don’t care where the office is. It’s only temporary until we get the company on its feet.”

“Yes, but as my partner I’d like your input.” He told her. “I’ll set it up so we can look at both on Sunday.”

“It’s a date.” Clarabeth smiled.

“Great! Would you be able to borrow your mother’s engagement ring? We’ll have a better chance if we look like newlyweds.” He explained, making her scoff. “What? You know I’m right.”

“I’ll see what I can do.”

#marvel cinematic universe #Howard Stark #Captain America: The First Avenger

[butts-bouncing-on-the-beltway]

Actually, I hope you'll forgive me if I complain about one more thing

This is just kind of venting, so like, prioritize making sure you're rested and stuff over reading it, you know? Hope you have as nice a day as you can

About a week ago, have an appointment scheduled with a plumber to come look at the downstairs toilet. Leaking every time it flushes (had a huge mess cause my mom made such a pile of filth next to the toilet no one saw it was leaking till it wasn't flushing right, so she had me take a look and I'm like... it's dumping water every flush)

Anyway, grandma's agreed to help cover the toilet, but I'm wondering why the toilet is gonna cost $800, seems high to me. I say "wanna ask the plumber why that is, we've used them on the water heater, so I don't they're trying to screw me, but I don't get it"

Well, she starts freaking out a bit and being like "well it's hard for me to get up the stairs, so I've just been pissing in my incontinence pads, I think I'll die if this doesn't get fixed". First off like, don't fucking need to know that, second off fuck off, said I wanted to ask a question

Well, the son of a friend of my grandma's agrees with me, says he thinks he can fix it for cheaper, asks for a picture

My mom sends it, he sends back that he can't help cause it's looks like there's bad floor damage and that'll cost a lot more to fix

So now my mom's freaking out, just doom and gloom

I'm having to regulate her emotions for her, which I hate being forced to do. I'm pointing out "guy probably didn't realize previous idiot that owned this place laid particleboard over the good tile and put stick on tile on that, he's probably mistaking cosmetically ugly for damage, cause he's just going off a picture"

Also keep saying how "well, the plumber will be here noon tomorrow, I'll talk to him then, and we'll know what we know"

She keeps saying how "hope for the best, plan for the worst", and it's like yeah, but worst cause scenario isn't that the floor's fucked, it's that I decide I need to install a toilet myself instead of letting the plumber do it

Makes my night, and then also my morning hell. Like first thing she says when I get up is how she contacted habitat for humanity to see if they can help fix floors... when the floor isn't even fucked up, like I've felt the particle board and it's not mushy, and there's good tile under it... no, won't listen

Well how do you think it all turned out?

Oh, I was 100% right? Yeah, that's what happened. Talk with the plumber, find out that part of the cost is them warrantying both the toilet and their work on this (and I liked the warranty on the heater, come out and service it every year, so I'm ok with paying for it). Also it's not top of the line, but it's a bit better toilet than what I'm finding at home depot... problem solved

Floor? Floor is literally like I said it was, plumber didn't even mention it. Toilet was a different size which means now you can see the tile even better in the gap between it and the particle board hole

My mom? Zero apology, just kind of a "well, you know I tend to worry"

Yeah, well fuck you. I managed to leverage a small lump sum of money my great aunt left me, way less than what a house costs around here, into a house despite not being able to get any kind of loan. I've cleaned out your trailer. I've done all this shit, I've done so much

Least you can do is show me a little trust. Instead of listening to your mother, a person that we've agreed the correct thing to do is do the opposite of whatever she says cause she give the worst advice and is a panicky ass... instead of listening to her, you could trust me, someone who can go in that room and actually look at the floor

But no, you have to make my life miserable for a night and a morning, and then you can't even say sorry

...don't know, just still mad about that if I'm honest. So... sorry about this weird ask. Just... talking about my mom kind of made me think about this, and it's still pretty fresh, and it's not like I was able to do more than make some posts bitching on here, it's not like I was really able to talk to anyone

No, I get it. My mom always expected me to manage her emotions for her, too. I learned recently that when my grandparents got divorced, my grandma processed the ENTIRE THING with my 11 year old mother who still to this day insists that this was fine and healthy for her and not the literal definition of emotional incest, so I guess at least now I know where she gets it from. It's an infuriating experience, especially as someone like you or me who works destructively hard to regulate our own emotions, to have someone constantly leaning on us to manage theirs too, let alone a parent whose job was always to be that support person for us.

[britswriting]

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I don't want to go too deep in her relapse in fear of triggers. This series isn't about her addiction. It's about her and Colby. It's part of her. So I plan to kind of fast forward a bit through this. I don't want it to get too triggering and dark for the readers.

T/W: Talk of relapse, rehab etc. You know the drill by now

*Leighton's POV*

I woke up that next morning in my apartment, Gemma sobbing next to me.

Everything felt hazy.

I grabbed milk from the fridge so I didn't have to wait for it to thaw from the freezer, starting the process of preparing her bottle and warming.

I ate a banana whilst I waited, and once her bottle was done, I walked back to my room and got my breast pump situated before propping up my baby and feeding her her bottle.

I quickly googled if you had to pump and dump with weed, and I swear my eyes were going to fall out of my head with how wide they got

6 days to 6 weeks?!

God damnit.

I hope she likes formula.

Fuck.

I chucked my phone against my comforter, extremely thankful that Gabe decided to go over to Chase's tonight.

I don't even want to think about what he's going to say about this.

I let myself spiral and dwell on how stupid I was.

Alcohol would've been more worth it, and it might not have counted for fucking up, but here I went and had to majorly fuck up.

Fuck.

I hated myself.

I genuinely can't believe I did that.

Who the fuck let me do that?

Oh yeah. I slapped Sam.

God damnit!

Why is it when I'm lacking what I'm craving I get violent?

He said I wasn't a good mother, and maybe he's right.. but I didn't smoke around her.

I didn't.

She was fine.

She was asleep the whole time..

I need to apologize to him.. but how?

Gemma's crying got me out of my thoughts, wanting to be changed and burped.

Once she was all done and I got her on her tummy time mat, I checked my phone and a certain notification caught my attention,

Colby:

Hey, can we meet up? I'd like to talk

Fuck.

Now he wants to talk? He couldn't have wanted to talk three days ago?!

Fucking Colby.

Fuck him.

I quickly replied, placing my phone down so I could do laundry.

When and Where

Once my laundry was going, I saw Colby replied with

Park near your place?

which made my heart race.

I also contacted Elisabeth so I could figure out where I go from here.

I looked over at my baby girl, and I really didn't want to go down this road again.. but it made all these feelings go numb, and made me more relaxed.. but it's not healthy, and it isn't good for her.

Gabriel's going to kick my ass if I have to dump my milk for 6 weeks.

God I royally fucked up.

I texted Cynthia to see if she was working, wanting to know if she could babysit, and much to my luck, she was indeed working.

Gabe was off work tomorrow, so I ended up asking Colby if we could meet up tomorrow instead, not wanting to bring Gemma to be there.

Thankfully, he agreed, and tomorrow couldn't come fast enough.

I spent all day beating myself up over my stupid stupid stupid actions and I planned on not telling Gabe right away.

I figured the best way to go about this is to talk to Elisabeth, get a plan, and then tell him. Tell him once I had all the details figured out.

You fucking idiot! We were doing so good! So so so good! Or so I thought..

That next afternoon, I got out of my car, my heart racing as I saw him sitting at the picnic table and slowly approached him, his back to me.

"Hey" I spoke softly, walking around him to sit down in front of him.

"Hey!" He replied in a cheery tone, his face lighting up. "How are you?" He asked and I pursed my lips, trying not to laugh.

"Small talk huh? Didn't think we were those type of people" I teased.

"I haven't seen you in what... 3 weeks?" He questioned and I nodded.

"Since before your birthday"

"So.. how are you?" He asked again and I laughed, folding my hands and resting them on the table.

"I've been..... okay" I breathed out, not wanting to lie, but also not wanting to tell him my dirty secrets.

"Yeah?" He asked and I gave a short nod, my lips in a tight line.

"You?" I returned the question and he stayed quiet.

"It's been weird for sure" He nodded and I sighed, hating how awkward this felt.

"How was your birthday?" I decided to ask, figuring that would open up some sort of conversation, but yet again, I was wrong.

"It was fun" Colby replied dryly.

"Yeah? I don't get any details?" I laughed and he chuckled, biting his bottom lip.

"Sorry" Colby apologized, sitting up straighter.

"Well, what did you do? You can uninvite me from your birthday but you can't just not tell me what you did" I teased and he laughed, nodding his head to the side in a way to say fair enough.

"We threw a party at the house. Hung out with friends, got drunk, fucked around. It was fun. Kind of kept the party going from New Years" He explained and I nodded, looking down at my nails.

I kind of miss having them done, but I was too afraid of not being able to open baby things or accidentally poking her.

It was quiet for a moment, birds chirping around us.

"I don't like this" I confessed, looking behind my shoulder before looking back at him.

"What? The park or?"

"This. Us. What's happening. I just.. I don't like the tension. I liked when we could sit here and eat french fries and talk about dumb shit, and now here we are in a public park, and it's like we haven't seen each other in 5 years" I rambled before taking a deep breath in and letting it exhale, "Why are we in a park?" I asked, trying not to look around too much.

Bad memories.

"I figured it was a good open space for an open conversation. If either of us wanted to leave at any point, we could" He said and I frowned.

"You're making it sound like we have bad intentions?"

"Sorry" Colby apologized and I groaned, resting my palms against my cheeks, my jaw pressing into my hands.

"This is frustrating" I grumbled.

"I'm sorry" He apologized and I shook my head.

"Stop saying you're sorry. You didn't do anything wrong"

"I mean.. I asked for us to have some space" He pointed out and I sighed, already feeling guilty that he's feeling guilty.

It isn't his fault that he put up boundaries. That he did what he thought he needed. For all I know, it was good for him, even if it wasn't for me.

"You did what you thought was best for you. I can't fault you for that" I told him, seeing the guilt bubbling in his pupils.

"Was it not best for you?" He asked and I shrugged, arching my back, trying to relieve some of the tension.

"Was it good for you?" I shot back, not wanting to answer his question.

"I definitely did some thinking" He admitted and I nodded slowly, not sure what to say to that.

"What are we wanting to get out of this? Are we looking to rekindle, or are we looking for closure?" I asked Colby, not sure where this "meeting" was supposed to be going.

"I'm hoping for rekindling. Are you looking for closure?" He asked me and I shook my head.

"I'd like to not lose your friendship" I told him, not wanting to walk away from this meeting without him in my contacts.

"I don't want to lose yours either"

"Okay"

"Okay" He copied and I chuckled, rubbing my face with my hands as I groaned which made Colby snicker.

"This is so stupid" I grumbled, laughing a little. "Why do we have to have a dumb talk in the park?" I asked, peaking at Colby through my fingers.

"I'm sorry!" he laughed and I removed my hands from my face, letting the silence sit between us. "Oh! Before I forget, I need to know if you want to go to Italy before like February 12th so we can book your ticket" He reminded me.

"Well.. it would be weird to go, if we weren't on good terms, no?" I asked and he shrugged.

"You could always visit your family whilst we film, and then we meet up to go home" He suggested and I shook my head.

"I don't want to abandon you guys in Italy"

"Why not? Endless Italian food, we're set" He joked and I smiled, my cheeks getting tight as I shook my head, not wanting to give into him.

"Well I've been to Italy before" I noted and he pinched his lips, nodding, glancing away from me. "I went when I was a kid. We used to visit my mom's family all the time"

"Oh yeah. I knew your grandparents were there, but I forgot that you used to actually go with your parents"

"Yeah. It was fun I guess. My mormor used to shove food into my face. I always had some sort of snack in my grubby little hands" I laughed, Colby joining me.

"How old are your grandparents now?" Colby asked and I thought for a moment, trying to remember.

"Like mid 80s I think?"

"Aren't Italian's scary?" Colby asked and I laughed loudly.

"What makes you think that!?" I asked, grinning, finding it amusing that he thinks my family would be intimidating.

He got along fine with my family in Minnesota.

"I don't know! Don't they fight a lot?" He asked and I snickered, biting my lower lip, trying to stop myself from laughing, "I mean, all families bicker. I guess it depends on personal experience if you think we're scary. Am I scary?" I asked and he cocked an eyebrow smirking.

"For sure. 10/10. Worse than a horror movie" He said in a serious tone, but the grin on his face gave him away.

"To be fair, I'm also Irish, so does that make me less or more scary?" I asked and his face perked up.

"Nah Irish people are cool. You guys just like to down beer" He joked and flashbacks of my night out with Alex and my mood immediately dropped.

I nodded slowly, trying not to let my change of emotion show.

How the fuck am I supposed to tell him what I did?

Do I tell him?

"You know how we talked about rekindling, and not wanting to lose our friendship?" I asked and he nodded, "What if we like.. planned a day or two a week or whatever, where we hung out. We did something together.

"We can do that" he agreed eagerly.

"I.. am interested.. in us being together, but I am apprehensive still. I truly don't want to hurt you if this is actually hormonal, so I'd like to keep being friends.. but maybe we do date like things?" I suggested and his face lit up, excitement twinkling in his eyes.

"So you want to go slow?" He asked, making sure and I shrugged, nodding.

"I'm working on trying to have healthy communication... So.. Can I ask you something?" I asked, nervous that I might be overstepping.

"Yeah, go ahead"

"Will you tell me if you want to see someone else? If you want to get laid, or go make out with someone?"

"What do you mean?"

"If you're bored, or if you uh.. want to do something I don't want to.. I don't want to hold you back. I'd like us to talk if feelings change"

"Isn't that what happened with Silas? You only had platonic feelings for him?" Colby asked and I nodded.

"I uh, saw him a few days ago actually" I confessed, not sure how he'd take it.

"Oh? How'd that go?" He asked, intrigued.

Well shit.

I did this to myself.

"Um... it went" I said apprehensively, not sure how I would tell him how it went without spilling all my dirty laundry onto him.

"What the fuck does that mean?" he laughed and I smiled sheepishly, shrugging. "Leighton, what?" He laughed and I wrinkled my nose, not wanting to tell him what I did.

I should've stayed quiet.

This week seems to be full of regrets.

"We didn't really talk. It was more of a high and bye type of thing. I definitely have a lot of questions for him though, but maybe I don't deserve answers" I confided, not expecting to admit that out loud.

"Everyone deserves answers. Closure is a healthy thing" Colby told me and I nodded, agreeing.

"I mean-" I shrugged and he looked at me weirdly.

"What's going on?" He asked and I stayed quiet, my mind reeling.

I felt my eyes start to sting as my throat closed, not wanting to admit my defeats or tell him what I've done.

What would he even say?

Would he be disappointed in me?

Understanding?

I know the only way to know is to just tell him.. but I don't want to see that look in his eyes.

The same look my ex-boyfriend had, my parents, my best friend..

They all have a variation of the same look.. and the last person I wanted to see that look on, is Colby.

"God this is so annoying" I grumbled, wiping the tears away.

"What is?" Colby asked, looking over at me, confused.

"Being so damn emotional all the time" I muttered, thankful I wasn't wearing makeup, or my eye makeup would be all sorts of smudged. "I thought this would all go away after having Gemma" I sighed, turning away from him.

"Have you ever thought about that, maybe this is just you?" Colby asked me, myself now turned back, looking at him confused.

"Me being emotional?" I questioned and he nodded.

"What were you like when you used to use?" He asked, catching me off guard.

"Why?" I asked back, confused as to why he wanted to know.

What does he know?

"Just answer the question Leigh" He chuckled and I felt my ears get warm, embarrassment spreading through my body.

"I um.. I don't remember. I know I wasn't nice to be around when I lacked it. I got mean, violent.. when I uh.. wasn't using" I told him, ashamed of my actions.

Definitely didn't bitch slap your best friend..

"Have you ever thought that maybe this is just you? That you are this emotional off drugs? You know Leighton, crying isn't a bad thing. You're not weak or pathetic, and you should allow yourself to cry. Its human"

"Shut up" I chuckled, sniffing a little as I wiped my nose.

"I'm being serious. You always get so pissed off when you cry. It's okay to cry. I rather you cry and yell than bottle it up and explode later. I'm fine. I can take it" He told me, sounding confident in his words.

"Tell me that when I'm on my period. I still haven't had that you know" I snickered, knowing I get pretty bad periods.

"Don't you get those like a month after?" Colby asked and I shrugged.

"I read that you might not get one whilst breastfeeding. I guess each body is different, so we'll find out"

We talked for about half an hour before I decided I needed to stop beating around the bush and just tell him.

"Can I be honest with you?" I questioned, my head leaning against my arm.

"Always. You should know that by now" He stated, never letting his eyes leave my frame.

"I uh.. I drank two nights ago" I said slowly, my eyes locked on the picnic table, not wanting the look in his eyes to haunt me when my own eyes were closed.

"Oh" Is all he said, and my heart started beating quickly.

"Yeah.." I trialed off, finally looking up at him.

I could see the small tint of the look I was talking about earlier, but there was something masking it. Surprise yes, but something else. Something I couldn't make out.

"Can I ask why?" He asked, seeming like he was now walking on eggshells.

"Of course. We said we were going to be open and honest.."

"I thought.. I thought you were okay?" He questioned, seeming to be reeling at this new information. I could see the guilt start to show across his wrinkled forehead, seeming to be blaming himself for something. "You.. you just celebrated a year, six months ago. You seemed fine? I.. I don't understand. You.. I know you were struggling with Gemma.. but.. is that why?" He asked and I pursed my lips, not sure how to answer.

"Maybe" is what I settled with, watching his forehead smooth out, but his eyes still seemed to be wandering.

"What does that even mean?" He asked desperately and I shrugged, looking away. "Leigh" he begged, forcing me to look back at him.

"I don't know. I'm sure it was a piece of the puzzle.. I just.. look, I know why, but I don't want to tell you"

"Why not?"

"I want to protect you"

"Bullshit"

"What do you mean bullshit?"

"Protecting me would be not telling me at all!" He argued, and I felt a pang of hurt go through my chest.

Is he mad at me?

"Are you mad that I drank or that I don't want to tell you why?" I asked, confused as to what was happening right now.

"That you won't tell me why"

"Because I don't want to hurt you!" I argued back, now getting mad that he wants to invade my privacy.

Why would I want to tell him that being alone is one of my triggers?

Is it unhealthy, yeah, but he seems to already feel guilty, why would I want to make it worse?

"You said I could ask you why, and not you won't tell me" He argued back and I groaned.

"I... Colby" I pleaded, really not wanting to tell him.

"Just tell me. Can we at least talk about it?" He asked and I sighed once again, contemplating what to do.

"Promise not to be bad or blame yourself?" I asked and his jaw clenched as he rolled his eyes.

"I can't promise that" He replied instantly.

"Why not!" I whined, feeling frustrated at the whole situation.

I wouldn't be in this situation at all if I wasn't fucking stupid.

"Because I don't know what my emotional reaction will be to the information until you tell me what it is Leighton"

"Fine" I huffed, "I've been having a really hard time with having a newborn, and I don't know if it is from the imposter syndrome or if it's moved onto post partum, I don't know.. but I'm struggling a lot with bonding, and I.. I don't even think I've told her.. that I love her? And I know I do. I want to protect her.. but I just.. it's been really hard. I know you can ask for help and that it's cliché that I don't want to, and I know you all keep yelling at me that being independent doesn't mean being alone... but not being able to do it alone, makes me feel like I'm failing. There are nights where she cries all night and I genuinely feel like I'm going to lose it. I've definitely left her crying in the bassinet after a while of nothing working, and went and stood in the hallway just to take a deep breath and clear my head. It sucked really bad to lose Silas as a friend. I really thought he was fun to hang out with, and I wished he understood, or has understood my reasoning as to why I didn't want to continue our relationship. I'm sure there are hard feelings somewhere, but I just.. I didn't want to lead him on" I explained and Colby nodded.

"That's respectable and a real man would know that" He chimed in.

"And so I lost Silas, and for some reason also lost Aimee and she was my only work friend. Logan is going to go on some sort of mission that he can't talk about, so he won't be around for a while. Gabriel is going to New York for school, Aaliyah and River are moving to Tennessee and you said you wanted space. That you didn't want to hang out for a while, and no, I don't blame you, and I don't want you to blame yourself either. It was my choice, and my fault. At the end of the day, I take responsibility for my own actions. You didn't shove the vodka down my throat, and for the record, Alex didn't either"

"Alex?" He questioned and I nodded.

"The girl I kissed in New Years"

"What does she have to do with you drinking?"

"She was there. She didn't know. She has no idea that I have an addiction problem. You can't be mad at her"

"Okay.." He trailed off, his eyes locked on me.

"If I was a normal person, I could go out and drink with friends and be fine. I don't blame her. I had every moment to tell her, and I didn't. I'm the only one to blame, okay?" he nodded, "She wanted me to let loose.. and we did some vodka shots together.. and it kind of spiraled from there" I explained and he nodded again. "It doesn't help that I can't get a job because of my damn criminal record, and I had finally gotten a job but then had to quit because I had a baby and I wouldn't have a long enough maternity leave.. and I'm pretty sure me and my problems can't just crawl back there and ask for my job back. I'm sure they have a replacement by now" I rambled, stressed out.

"So.. now what?" He asked and I shrugged, looking down at the rings on my hands. "Is that the end of it? You just drank that night or?" He asked and I gnawed on my lower lip. "Leigh" he said softly and a tear rolled down my cheekbone.

"I texted my dealer last night" I said softly and I watched his face fall.

"Leighton" he whispered and my lip quivered, hearing the disappointment in his voice. "You know I care about you, right?" he asked softly and I nodded, letting the tears fall, not wanting to wipe at my face to draw attention to the fact that I was crying. "Hey, come here" Colby said, standing up and walking around the table, wrapping his arms around me.

I collapsed into his chest, letting my cries get harder and just letting him hold me.

"I'm sorry" I whispered against his black shirt, the palms of my hands resting against the muscles of his back, feeling them move under my touch as he tightened his hold around my shoulders.

He held me for a few minutes and when my breathing calmed down, he reached down and the pads of his thumbs wiped away the stray tears, holding my face in his hands, staring in my eyes.

"You don't have to apologize for falling off the wagon" He said and I nodded slowly, Colby letting go of my face. He crouched down next to me, his knee hitting the side of the bench, his face wincing as he groaned which made me giggle a little.

"Ow, fuck!" he grumbled, rubbing his knee, ignoring my snickering. "Damnit, I was going to get all heartfelt and now my knee hurts" he chuckled and I grinned, rubbing my hands through his hair.

"Get up loser, you can sit here, just don't tip us. Your fat ass and my fat ass aren't meant to sit on the same side of this wobbly ass picnic bench" I chuckled, scooting back, giving him space to straddle the bench with me.

Colby slowly sat down against the bench, only to hit his knee again and this time I cackled.

"Motherfucker" he grumbled and I laughed really hard, not being able to keep it together.

"Dude, we gotta buy you some knee pads or something. I didn't know the park would be so dangerous" I teased.

"At least my jeans already have rips in them" He chuckled, rubbing his hands over the holes in his jeans.

"I mean, it could've ripped them more"

"Yeah, but I wouldn't notice" He chuckled and I grinned, shaking my head at him.

"Thanks for the comedic relief" I joked, rubbing at my nose.

"Was my pleasure" he joked back, shifting against the bench.

"Do we have to go back to talking about my problems? Can't you just bang your knee again?"

"No, let's talk about you getting drunk and high, leave me knees alone" he chuckled and I grinned, shaking my head.

"Nah, let's bang your knees again"

"Yeah?" he cocked an eyebrow at me and I felt my cheeks get warm as I looked again, hearing the suggestive tone.

"Shut up" I laughed and he chuckled, both of us letting out a shallow breath.

"I'm sorry you've been feeling so low lately" He said in a soft tone, his hand resting against my own knee.

"You don't have to apologize. You don't control my head"

"Yeah, but I could have helped. I could've been one less person to leave" He said and I shook my head, my hand placing on top of his own.

"I said not to do that. Don't be me. Don't go down the what if road. That road sucks" I let out a breathy laugh, squeezing the top of his knuckles.

"You can't take your own advice, but you'll give it to me?" He laughed and I grinned, nodding. "You're such a brat" he laughed.

"I'm a bitch, not a brat" I corrected and he shook his head.

"You're not a bitch"

"Colby, I so am a bitch. You can call me a bitch, it's fine"

"Why should I call you a bitch?"

"I mean-"

"Shut up, now what are we going to do about your addiction problem? This conversation was supposed to be more serious than this"

"Well, you smacked your knees so" I snickered and he rolled his eyes, a smile on his face.

"If I'm overstepping, let me know.. I've never had to deal with this sort of stuff.. but have you thought about getting help now, instead of having it get worse?" He asked and I shrugged, playing with the loose strings on his jeans.

"I mean.. I could.. but I.. what about Gemma?" I asked and Colby was quiet for a moment until his face lit up.

"What if we watched her?" He suggested and my face scrunched up.

"Huh?"

"Well.. is this something you wanted to do?" He asked and I gave him a weird look.

"Wanted to do what?"

"Did you want to drink, or get high?" He asked and my brows furrowed, not sure how to answer him.

"I mean, yes and no? I.. I would love to have kept my sober birthday.. I don't really want to think about what this means or I will spiral.. but I.. I mean, I've craved to get high since I was pregnant" I confessed, Colby's face showing surprise before he very quickly covered it, going back to neutral. "So I guess, in some way, I've wanted it. I think.. I think you'll always crave it. You'll always want it.. you just kind of... trade it out for things? I don't know. That's a hard question to answer" I told him honestly and he nodded.

"I selfishly want to help you" Colby said and I sighed, leaning my head on my palm, my elbow resting against the wooden picnic bench.

"One of my fears.. is that I won't ever be able to be helped. That I will always end up back here" I said softly, Colby's facial features softening as e gave me a sympathetic puppy dog eye look, "When we talked about looking for closure.. I'm not looking for closure in us, but in this. I want to move past this chapter in my life. I want to be done... and it's a constant feeling of dread to know that I will have to deal with these feelings for the rest of my life from time to time. It's tiring to know the rest of my life is going to be this constant internal war. I just wish I could tell High School me not to do it. Not to touch that stuff. Life wouldn't this hard if I hadn't made those choices. All Iearned from this, is that it fucking sucks" I grumbled, getting back to loathing myself.

"But Leighton, if you get the itch.. or whatever.. and like, how you got drunk or high.. maybe instead of ignoring those triggers or ticks.. you see someone. I'm not a professional.. but.. do you remember when I joined you in your NA meeting? And I thought I might've had alcoholic tendencies?" He asked and I nodded. "And remember how I mentioned that I was in therapy?" He asked and I nodded again, "Well, I brought it up in therapy, because I wanted to know if it was something that I needed to be concerned with, or if I needed to slow down or whatever.. and I spent a few sessions talking about it.. and what I got from it, is feeding into the itch in a healthy way. Now, I'm not an addict. I've never lived with an addiction, or have had to go through the mental turmoil but just doing it less often, and talking about it with someone has helped. I haven't been drinking as much since, and I genuinely think it has helped. I'm just saying.. say you feel the urge to drink or smoke or whatever.. and I know this is like, yeah yeah whatever Colby, everyone says that, but.. maybe you do need to get back into consistent therapy? Or going to meetings or even a rehab center for a while. Just acknowledging that you do have this disease, and you're working on bettering yourself, instead of letting the itch eat you alive?"

"So what... I go back to rehab.. and.. what about my baby? I.. I have to care for her. I have to pump and stuff"

"Well, we can do research.. but I.. I'm going off my personal experience, therapy helped a lot.. maybe try going back? I know you can't afford it, but.. Leighton, I'd be willing to pay you to go. If it will help you, I'll do whatever I can. And for baby G.. Leigh, if you and Gabe are fine with it.. I'll totally watch her. I say.. let's not get upset over the fact that it happened, and let's just fix it. Let's research good places to go, find somewhere that can help.. and if it comes down to it, I, single handedly am willing to babysit her. I just need to buy some supplies. I mean, we wanted to make her a nursery in our house anyway. Rehab is what, a month or two?" He asked and I nodded slowly, trying to comprehend what he was saying.

It felt like everything was moving quickly. I couldn't keep up.

"You're not mad about the fact that I got drunk?" I asked and he shook his head.

"From what I understand... Relapse is part of recovery. I can't fault you for falling back into old habits. They're habits for a reason. I say.. let's just figure out how to help. What we can do if it happens again, because clearly last time was a temporary fix"

I nodded slowly, feeling overwhelmed but somewhat at ease at the fact that he was ready to make a plan to help, and didn't feel like punishing me for my irrational actions.

"You said from what you understand...?" I trailed off and he nodded.

"Yeah.. I uh.. ever since I celebrated your one year with you.. I've been trying to learn about it" He admitted and I nodded, not sure how to react because my head was stuck on one thing...

I'm going back to rehab.

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Written on: July 17th, 18th 2022

Word Count: 5.2k

Part Eleven

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[mister-e-filman]

Miraculous: Year One

Autumn; Aftermath

After a little chat with Master Fu, Marinette, Bridgette, and Tikki (and even Alya) agreed to visit in order to train with him at least once a week. He told them that not only did he tell Adrien/Cat Noir the same thing, but also that whenever they felt like it, their kwamis would come visit him with news, information, etc. with Plagg telling him that "There sure is something off about that boy, physically speaking. I do not know why, but he reminds of Dusuu." and Tikki telling him "I do not believe I have felt so much quantic energy in a single room of humans in such a long time! Her classroom felt nice, like a spa! I felt every student radiating with that energy!" "I agree with you Sugarcube, all fourteen of those students just had that special Quantic energy inside of them," Plagg agreed.

The next morning featured a broadcast with the senator of France, Gérard Philippe René André Larcher saying, "The world has been so caught up with what both Ladybug and Cat Noir can do, that... no-one has asked what they should do. Let the record show that this committee holds them responsible." Marinette, Bridgette, Tikki, Adrien, Plagg, as well as everyone else were watching this special broadcast hosted by both Alec and Nadja with Alya as a special guest alongside Senator Larcher. "'They'll never answer to you. They answer to no-one. Not even I think, to god' is what you were gonna say, am I right, Senator Larcher? These questions have already been asked and answered back when Majestia was introduced to the world, what makes Ladybug and Cat Noir any different I ask you?" Alya asked.

"Well, considering every time your heroes save a cat out of a tree, you write a puff piece editorial, about a couple of superbeings who, if they wanted to, could burn the whole place down. There wouldn't be a damn thing we can do to stop them," Senator Larcher retorted.

"We, as a population on this planet, have been looking for a savior or saviors. 90% of people believe in a higher power. And every religion believes in some sort messianic figure or figures. And when these savior characters actually come to Earth, we want to make them abide by our rules? We have to understand that this is a paradigm shift. We have to start thinking beyond politics."

"Are there any moral constraints on these people? We have international laws. On this planet, every act is a political act."

"Is it really surprising, that two of the most powerful people in the world should be figures of controversy?"

"To have individuals engaging in the state level interventions should give us all pause."

"Human beings have a horrible track record of following people with great power, down paths that lead to huge human monstrosities. We've always created icons in our own image. What we've done is we project ourselves onto them. The fact is, maybe they're not some sort of demons or Jesus characters. Maybe they're just a couple trying to do the right thing," Alya finished, however Senator Larcher wasn't finished yet.

"They have the power to wipe out the entire human race and If we believe there's even a 1% chance that they are our enemy, we have to take it as an absolute certainty!" Alya rolled her eyes before coming back with, "Really Senator Larcher? The existential risk argument? They are NOT our enemy!" "Not today. 20 years since the first superhero appeared, Alya. We've seen what promises are worth. How many good guys are left. How many stay that way."

"What about Hawk Moth, Senator Larcher?" Alya asked thinking she had the idiotic senator. "Clearly a ruse for publicity. How do we determine what's good? In a democracy, good is a conversation not a unilateral decision. So, I urge both Ladybug and Cat Noir, to come to the Palais de Justice of the people tomorrow. To see those who have suffered. The world needs to know what they stand for. How far will they take their power. Do they act by our will, or by their own?" "Whatever," Alya said clearly pissed about the senator's lack of logic and denial of the existence of Hawk Moth despite evidence contrary to the belief. She got up and walked offscreen. Senator Larcher did the same just in a more cheerful mood and after he exited, the broadcast ended leaving Adrien, Plagg, Marinette, Bridgette, and Tikki in a cold fury.

Sabine then called up from downstairs, "Marinette, Bridgette! Alya's here!"

Alya was then heard saying from downstairs, "Don't worry, Mrs. Dupain-Cheng, I'll just head up."

When she was back with her bffs, she was grumpy but clearly tried to hide it. "People hate what they don't understand. But they see what you do, and they know who you are. You're not a killer. A threat? I never want this world to have you. Be their hero, Marinette. Be their monument. Be their angel. Be anything they need you to be. Or be none of it. You don't owe this world a thing. You never did. You understand me girl?" Alya explained to Marinette who nodded.

Marinette paced in her bedroom, her mind back on her school project, looking at her sketchbook and talking to Alya. "Derby hat, derby hat, derby hat, derby hat...! I don’t have any derby hat designs. I’ve got top hats, caps, even two-horned hats! Need a bere? I’m your girl. A sombrero? A bowler hat?" She gestured over to a completed bowler hat that was sitting on her desk. "No problem-o. But a derby?! You know what? It won’t even matter, 'cause I’ll probably make a total fool of myself at the event, most likely trip over my stupid derby and collapse on Mr. Agreste; give him a full-blown concussion and Adrien will hate me! I'll never be a world-renowned fashion designer. MY LIFE IS OVER!" Marinette continued to whine.

"All of this coming from my twin who as a child, dreamt of tailoring a hat for the friggin Eiffel Tower to protect it from snow. And did that not cause her to want to be a fashion designer?!" Bridgette sternly told her sister.

"For real, girl?" Alya asked which Bridgette dug out an extremely old sketch of which it was dated 19/02/2005. "Impressive Marinette! So... all of this over a derby hat? Let me see your sketchpad, girl. There must be something in here."

"Forget it, I’m a disaster zone. I’ll probably mess everything up in the end," Marinette whined.

"Wow! Girl, what are you talking about? These are some awesome designs! I didn’t know you had such mad skills, these are so amazing!"

"You are super talented, Marinette! You seriously have a good chance of winning," Tikki complimented.

"Only have nine hours until show time," Alya stated as she checked her phone, then she added, "Actually, I take that back because the school just sent out a message basically saying that because both Ladybug and Cat Noir will be in court, we've now been given a little more time to create these hats." "Not to mention time to think of what the hell we're gonna do for the whole court thing, you know?" Bridgette stated.

"Yikes! So much to think about! I'm off to my secret garden of inspiration. I’ll see you later," Marinette said in a panicked tone, she then ran into a wall. "AH! I'm okay. I'm okay, I'm okay,"  Marinette almost ran into another wall as she ran down the stairs, then screamed. Both Bridgette and Alya chuckled. "Wah! Mylène?!" Both Alya and Bridgette tensed up, gave each a look and proceeded to hide everything and anything relating to Ladybug that wasn't news or the like with Tikki hiding in Bridgette's pocket. "Come on upstairs Mylène," Alya called down.

Sabine, Mylène, and Mylène's father Fred.

"What did you say the name of the play is, Mr. Haprèle?" Sabine asked.

"Well, it's..." Fred started.

"It's called 'The Mime's Extraordinary Adventures,' starring the most talented, amazingly awesome actor and mime!" Mylène finished for her father.

"Come on, now," Fred beamed.

"My father! Give it up for Fred Haprèle!" Mylène announced proudly.

Marinette, Alya and Sabine then applauded for Fred.

"Thank you very much! Thank you, Mylène," he said.

"Well, congratulations, you must make your daughter very proud!" Sabine said proudly.

"Now all I need is my hat to complete my costume," Fred said after nodding to Sabine.

Marinette then grabbed the hat she designed and gave it to Fred while happily stating, "Here it is!" Fred then stated, "Thank you, Marinette! Saving me at the last minute."

He then mimed that the hat was inside a box. Fred opened the box and put on the hat after inspecting it. Marinette held the invisible box.

"Ha! I don't think Mylène was exaggerating at all!" Sabine exclaimed in delight.

"Why, thank you!" Fred said.

Marinette then addressed both Mylène and her father by saying, "I fixed the tear in it. I also sewed the pocket on the inside, just like you asked."

"You've done a perfect job. Thanks to you, I'll have my good luck charm right here next to me at all times. A photo of my beloved daughter," he told her.

"Aw, dad..." Mylène said as she hugged Fred just as his phone rang.

"It's Sarah, the place director," Fred told them before answering his phone. "Hello, Sa..." he started.

"Fred, where are you?" everyone could hear Sarah say from the phone.

"Yes, I had to pick up my hat!" Fred nervously explained.

"I need you here now!" Sarah could be heard shouting at him.

"It's not an excuse! I know the bus is leaving in less than a half hour, I'll be there!" he firmly told her before closing the call. "She's very nervous about how all this court stuff will affect the premiere. She's ready to blow a fuse! So I better get going. See you tonight at the Eiffel Tower, girls!"

"We can't wait!" Alya happily told him.

"Love you, Dad!" Mylène proudly said to her father who gently told her, "I love you too, my little souris."

Once Mylène and her father left with Sabine returning to tend to the bakery, the attention turned to the court stuff. "It definitely says here that both the Agreste's and the Dupain-Cheng's are invited to the hearing along with most of Paris. No doubt the ones who were the targets of the victims who got akumatized, and those who bore witness to last night's battle," Alya explained to both Marinette (who was grabbing at her hair panicking) and Bridgette (who was sitting cross-legged trying to figure out a way to keep their identity a secret while also attending the hearing). Tikki was staring out of the window wondering how Plagg was holding up before she said, "Hey, Marinette how about we go your secret spot to help you destress and maybe even continue working on your derby?" Marinette looked up at her kwami and nodded.

 Over at the Trocadéro, Marinette was trying to get inspired to draw some designs. She drew something and then ripped the paper out.

Meanwhile, "Are you sure about this, kid?" Plagg asked his wielder after an intense moment of wondering how Tikki was holding up before looking over at Adrien who nodded. "Trust me Plagg. Félix and I go WAY back!" Adrien assured his kwami. Suddenly, there came a knock at Adrien's bedroom's window which startled Adrien, who then saw who was knocking, "Félix?" Adrien opened his bedroom window to let his cousin inside. Félix put out his hand for a handshake, but Adrien hugged him instead, as Adrien happily said, "Wow, you're fast! So good to see you again! Do you remember when we used to have so much fun pretending to be each other? Once they had my folks fooled for a whole weekend! We had such a good laugh afterwards!"

"Mm, yes I suppose I am fast. So, you said that you're going to court or something? But if that's the case why am I here, cousin?" Félix asked.

"Eh, we'll discuss it later. It must've been a long journey from London, you may want to rest a bit," Adrien said still clearly high on nostalgia as he picked up a basketball.

"Do you remember our shooting contests?" Adrien asked as he passed the ball to Félix, who, unenthusiastically, caught it with one hand and threw it into the hoop behind him. "So, how are things with Uncle Colt?" "My Mom filed for divorce while also making sure that she took some of Dad's things after the divorce was final, so happy ending there, but what about you, Adrien? You still always do everything your father tells you to do?" Félix asked.

"He's very... protective of me, though I did manage to break free enough to enroll into school," Adrien explained which made Félix smile and say "Well, good for you cousin!" he then hugged him.

"Oh! Do you have that chess board we used to play all the time?" Félix asked excitedly.

"Of course! Let me go upstairs and get it for us!" Adrien said before running upstairs.

"Well, I challenge you, so let the best man win!" Félix whisper-shouted all while Adrien searched upstairs, Félix started to frown believing that he was brought here only for nostalgic purposes.

"That's odd, I can't find it!" Adrien quietly called from upstairs.

Félix raised an eyebrow before whisper-shouting, "Okay then grab a deck of cards, since you're up there!" He then found a piece of goat's cheese, sniffed it, and frowned.

"You still doing magic?" Adrien asked from upstairs.

"Now more than ever, you'll see!" Félix whisper-shouted.

"How about karate? Are you still practicing?" Adrien asked.

"Of course! How about you?" Félix whisper-shouted. "Well, the last time I saw you, I knew nothing, but now I know a few moves, especially when they're combined with my fencing," Adrien explained. "That sounds cool!"

"Ah wow! You look just like twins!" Plagg blurted out. Félix quickly turned to spot Pagg, putting two and two together as to why he was brought there. "Hi, that is my hunk of goat's cheese! I have been maturing that baby for what should have been two weeks! Do you realize?! Two whole weeks! So kindly put it back how you found it, please!" Plagg sternly told Félix who did as he was told while not taking his eyes off of the little kwami. "Now I get it Adrien, you want me to pose as you while you be Cat Noir. Am I correct, cousin?" Adrien then peeked out from upstairs and nodded and then proceeded to climb down. "Félix, this is Plagg, he's what helps me become Cat Noir," Adrien explained to his cousin who nodded before going over to dress up like him. Félix grabbed the clothes and quickly but silently went to the bathroom leaving just Plagg and Adrien who was holding the deck of cards.

After a few minutes, Félix stood up, fully clothed. "So, how do I look?" Félix asked. Adrien gestured to his hair. "Ah." Félix then ruffled up his hair to where he looked exactly like his cousin.

Félix then went over to a mirror to take a look at himself accidentally bumping into Adrien's phone which turned on showing photos of Ladybug. "Woah! Of course you have a crush on that superhero," he said. Adrien blushed in embarrassment before changing the topic over to the court hearing to which Félix told him, "Well seems that we have a little bit of time before then so how about a magic trick?" Adrien nodded.

While Félix was doing his card magic trick for Adrien and his kwami. Marinette was busying herself with working on ideas for a derby hat.

"Geez, it’s hard to be creative under pressure," Marinette said.

"Marinette, you save the world under pressure. I think designing a hat should be a piece of cake!" Tikki told her.

"Hm, a cake derby hat. Stylish and tasty," Marinette wondered aloud. They both chuckled. Marinette kept drawing new designs and ripping them out. After a while, she got tired and looked up. It was Xavier Ramier, who was walking like a bird before sitting down on a bench ahead of her. He took out a brown paper bag and blew a bird call. A cluster of pigeons approached to the point where Marinette dodged one. Marinette waved to him, who waved back.

"How are you Mr. Ramier?" Marinette asked him. "Oh, just trying to enjoy my day before the trial later," he answered with a frown. "I understand Sir," Marinette replied while getting back to drawing, her eyes occasionally darting up at the pigeons that Xavier was sneakily feeding.

"What a unique character! He is like, a human bird. All he needs is a feather jacket to complete the look," Tikki quietly told Marinette.

"A feather jacket, hmm. Nice thinking, Tikki," Marinette whispered, prompting her to start drawing on a different piece of paper.

However, unbeknownst to her, Chloé was secretly watching Marinette as she was drawing. She then signaled Sabrina, who then proceeded to sneak behind Marinette, to take a picture of the design from her sketchpad.

Marinette then finished sketching and shouted, "Yes!" She held up a drawing of her finished design, which Sabrina snapped a photo of.

"Now that’s a derby!" Tikki said.

"Thanks, Tikki," Marinette happily said.

Sabrina then showed the picture on her phone to Chloé. "We're so awesome," she quietly said.

"We?" Chloé coldly asked as she snatched the phone.

"Oh right, sorry! You're so awesome, Chloé. When are we-- uh, you, going to make the hat?" Sabrina asked with a small hurt look that she tried hiding.

Chloé snorted before saying, "And ruin these nails? Of course not. Daddy’ll pay someone to do it." She walked off, with Sabrina following suit. Marinette soon returned back to Tom & Sabine Boulangerie Patisserie where she was in her room, working on her hat.

When the hat was almost finished, Marinette then realized that somethinis was missing. She looked under her desk.

Bridgette asked, "What are you looking for?"

Marinette answered with "A feather! Damnit, I forgot to pick up a pigeon feather for the hat! It has to have a feather!"

Marinette then ran back to the Trocadéro. The pigeons scattered, dropping feathers everywhere.

Marinette then picked up a feather and then let out a "Yes!"

As she was leaving, she accidentally ran into Roger.

Marinette quickly said, "Uh, sorry Officer Raincomprix, sir." She then left. Marinette made it back to her room just as her alarm went off... It was time for the Miraculous Ladybug and Cat Noir's court hearing. Marinette quickly put feather in a drawer and then transformed into Ladybug. Meanwhile over with Adrien, his alarm went off as well, causing him to say, "Plagg, claws out!" He transformed into Cat Noir, Félix looked at his cousin in awe. Both Ladybug and Cat Noir asked Bridgette and Félix respectively "Remember the plan?" to which both Bridgette and Félix nodded.

Over at the Palais de Justice, André Bourgeois was trying to get people inside calmly, saying "Alright, come on through. The Senate hearing is expected to get under way in any minute now."

Nadja Chamack was reporting the whole event, "Of course the big unknown in all of this is: Will Ladybug or Cat Noir show up? That is what they're really waiting to see. There are plenty of people, who would say they're their heroes."

In front of the Palais de Justice, the crowd was ecstatic as something approached from the sky. It was both Ladybug and Cat Noir. "Hello Milady. I tried my best to smooth down my hair but this is just a jungle!" Cat Noir told her.

"And there they are. The Miraculous Ladybug and Cat Noir are here. They're actually at the Palais de Justice. This is really a historic moment. Now we expect that these two will give some kind of a statement to the Senate, to the Parisian people, and of course to the world," Nadja stated.

"You ready Milady?" Cat Noir asked Ladybug who replied with "Not really." "Same here." Ladybug looked over at the crowd where she saw Bridgette walking towards the building all while being disguised as her civilian self. Same went for Cat Noir who saw Félix walking alongside the Dupain-Cheng's.

Ladybug and Cat Noir entered the building and walked toward the auditorium.

"No joking around, understand?!" Ladybug firmly told Cat Noir who replied with "At a time like this, I wouldn't dare!"

Ladybug and Cat Noir walked through the corridors, making everyone’s heads turn.

As the two superheroes entered the room walking, they go to the defendant's post.

Senator Larcher took his seat before saying, "Let me say at the outset that I am grateful to our witnesses for coming before us today."

Both Ladybug and Cat Noir noted Fred, Xavier, Ivan in the corner.

Senator Larcher then continued with, "You see, this is how a democracy works. We talk to each other. We act by the consent of the govern, I have sat here before to say that shadow interventions will not tolerate by this Committee. Neither will lies. Because today is a day for truth. Because only by speaking... er, I mran, only by working together, can we create a free and safe world. And as for what we have before us, they are a couple whose power is as of right now unbeknownst in their limits. This power is not innocent if left unchecked."

The entire hearing went as expected, with some people who were against them along with the rest who are behind them. And after Ivan, Mr. Ramier and Mr. Harpréle were finished telling of how each got akumatized and both saying that they both heard someone talking to them just before giving in to the akumas and then coming to after being deakumatized.

Senator Larcher took a deep breath and then proclaimed, "Ladybug. Cat Noir, if this Hawk Moth does indeed exist, then find him and bring him to justice." "It's what we're here for," Cat Noir said. Ladybug followed suit with, "Not for you Senator, but for them," she gestured to the Parisians before continuing, "the people need heroes whether they be super or not. Plus it seems very one-sided for normal cops going up against supervillains. Let us help!" Senator Larcher leaned closer to them and then sternly told them "You have one year to either capture or at the very least find Hawk Moth and if by September first of next year you fail, the both of you will be put behind bars permanently. Do I make myself clear?" "Inescapably," both Ladybug and Cat Noir replied. "Very well then, go," Senator Larcher said as he smacked down the gavel indicating that the hearing was over. As soon as they set foot outside of room, everyone else started following suit, and when they were outside of the building the two superheroes whisked away. Cat Noir went back to his room in the Agreste mansion and Ladybug went back to HER room. Both detransformed back into their civilian selves. Adrien had to hide in his own room until Félix returned so that he could go back home and Marinette had to slip on her pajamas to keep up the chårade of her twin being too sick to go. So she crawled back into Bridgette's part of the bunk bed and with that, her eyes shut...

…and a metal door opened. Marinette, who was now wearing a motorcycle helmet that had been painted red with black spots stepped out of it, in desert clothing over her helmet.

The door was that of a stone bunker in a seemingly desertic location, covered in ruins and barbed wire. Pillars of fire similar to volcanos surrounded the area. Marinette looked through a pair of binoculars.

A fleet of trucks arrived in the ruin compound. Marinette approached a truck as its back door opened.

Marinette then found here saying "Did you get any news on the Queen?"

"Yeah, we got news," the man told her before pulling out a handgun and pointed it at her forehead. "I'm so sorry," the man apologized.

Suddenly stormtroopers with a blood-red V as shoulder patches revealed themselves to Marinette and her allies.

The troopers then shouted to her "Get down! Get down! Now!"

Another soldier points his rifle at Marinette. She held her hands up, and by turning around saw her men being executed.

Marinette then screamed, "NO!"

Angered, she began to go on a brutal killing spree, gunning down and brutally beating the multiple stormtroopers working for their Queen. Although she managed to take down most of the stormtroopers while Paratroopers invaded the area and abducted many of her resistance fighters, Marinette was eventually overwhelmed by the remaining stormtroopers there who could barely restrain her. She snapped one of their necks but then was brutally (but barely) beaten down and restrained by the other stormtroopers. Seeing the damage that Marinette was inflicting on the stormtroopers and their inability to restrain her, a Paratrooper knocked her unconscious.

Marinette then recuperated to find herself chained up in the underground bunker with her remaining allies, eyeing them helplessly, once again just a witness for what was to come. The Queen herself then landed in the bunker with more of Marinette's allies, and her stormtroopers reverently bowed before their leader. After she had finished chaining up the last of her allies, the Queen approached Marinette, swiftly murdering the latter's other allies by ripping out their hearts. The Queen then unmasked the infuriated vigilante.

Queen V then lifted up the veil that was covering her eyes which Marinette realized are the same as the ones from her first vision; she was witnessing how she ended up there in the first place! "Do you remember what I told you when my father arrived Marinette? 'You will lose everything, I promise you' and I have fulfilled that promise," Queen V told her in such an eeriely calm tone.

"He was my world. And you took him from me!" Marinette's nightmare future self spat at her.

"We are done here! Come along now, Mari. I have some friends of yours who want to see you," Queen V said gleefully as she picked Marinette up and then after a long and torturous journey, Marinette found herself being chained up to where she started. Queen V then removed the helmet and brushed her hand against Marinette's cheek before scratching her face with her long, sharp claws.

Marinette let out a scream of pain which jolted her awake from the nightmare to see Tikki and Bridgette who told her, "Just to let you know, you were glowing blue for some strange reason. Now come on and get up, you only have an hour left to work on your derby hat!" That made Marinette bolt out of bed straight to her desk where she got back to work on her hat while occasionally checking the time.

Marinette took another brief glance over at the clock and thought to herself, There's no time to lose. I have less than an hour. As soon as she was finished working on her hat, she put it into a box and rushed over to Collège Françoise Dupont where everyone else was getting ready to present their own hats. Alya then tried calling Marinette but since she was already on her way, she of course didn't respond.

Where is that girl? Alya thought to herself.

Nathalie then walked into the classroom holding a tablet. "Hello, Mr. Damocles, I am Mr. Agreste's executive assistant Nathalie," she told the principal.

"Hello, miss. Pardon me, but where is Mr. Agreste?" Mr. Damocles asked. "He very rarely makes public appearances, so you're just gonna have to settle for this," Nathalie explained as she held up the tablet that had a live feed of Gabriel's face on it. "Thank you Ms. Sancoeur," he said.

"Ah, uh, hello Mr. Agreste. Welcome to our school," Mr. Damocles stammered.

"Adrien, take Nathalie around, please," Gabriel told his son who nodded.

Chloé gave a huge smile while she thought to herself, Ah, there's Mr. Agreste! He's coming this way. Mr. Damocles, Nathalie and Adrien go up to see Juleka and Rose's hat.

"As you'll see, Mr. Agreste, our students have poured their hearts and souls into their projects," Mr. Damocles told Gabriel just as Marinette rushed in and carried her box over to Alya. Marinette let out a sigh of relief.

"Where have you been?! You got your hat?" Alya asked quietly.

"Yep, right here," Marinette said as she took off the lid. Alya marvelled at it, then her expression darkened "What?" Marinette asked quizzically.

"It's the same as Chloé's," Alya answered while toward Chloé's.

Marinette's jaw dropped "What?!" she let out, clearly livid as the judges walked over to see Chloé and Sabrina's hat.

Chloé smiled innocently "Uh, hi Mr. Agreste," she said waving with a smile that looked like it was physically hurting her.

"Ugh, that thieving little bitch!" Marinette growled.

"Do you want me to take care of it?" Alya asked.

"I think I can handle this," Marinette assured her just as the judges reached Marinette's hat.

"Hm, turn the tablet back to Ms. Bourgeois' hat." They turned prompting Gabriel to growl, "Is this a joke?"

Chloé then pretended to act all hurt by whining "No fair! Marinette copied my design! It's scandalous, how could you do that?" She continued to fake cry.

Marinette calmly got up and stated "I apologize for the situation Mr. Agreste, but I can prove that this derby hat is MY original design."

Gabriel looked at her very intensely as he told her "Go ahead."

Marinette then proceeded to explain "Um, everything on my derby hat is hand-made-- from the embroidery, to the weaving of the band, to the stitching of the brim." Marinette could see Chloé recoil. "All done by myself. And last but not least, there's a special design element that only the true designer knows about: I signed mine," Marinette continued with her showing off her signature as did everyone else which infuriated Chloé as she knocked over her derby hat stand. Everyone turned to look at it on the ground, as Chloé ran out crying, "Daddy!"

Gabriel smiled before telling Marinette "Very exquisite creation. You definitely have the laboring hands of a hat maker, Miss..."

"Marinette," Adrien said as he put his hand on Marinette's shoulder.

Gabriel then continued with "Congratulations on your demonstration, Miss Marinette. You're the winner," Marinette looked at Alya and gasped.

Marinette then turned back, bowing and saying giddily, "Thank you, thank you, thank you!"

Gabriel then announced "Adrien will wear your derby on our next advertising campaign." Adrien put his hands over hers on the hat. She gasped and blushed hard.

Adrien then congratulated her, saying, "Amazing job, Marinette." Marinette was blushing madly. Adrien began to put on the derby hat but he started to sneeze instead.

Adrien was then handed a tissue of which he wiped his nose with. "Uh-- sorry, I'm allergic to feathers. So, maybe we can replace the feather with a faux one instea-" he sneezed again, this time into the tissue.

Marinette looked surprised, then smiled before saying, "Gesundheit!"

Adrien sneezed again and waved as he left after giving a "Thanks." Alya and Marinette look at each other.

Marinette then let out a "Whoo-hoo!" before laughing with her entire classroom applauding her.

Later at night at the Eiffel Tower. The Mime show was about to start. Adrien saw Marinette and Alya and takes a seat. Marinette started looking at him with a big smile.

Adrien waved at her before saying "Ah, hey, you're here too, cool. Thought I was gonna end up sitting by myself."

Marinette didn't respond, still obviously entranced by Adrien; Alya smirked knowingly and the show then began.

After the show, Marinette, Bridgette, and Alya were outside of the theater, walking back to their respective homes while chatting. Marinette expressed to Alya her happiness seeing Adrien at the show. "I don't know which I liked more. The show or sitting next to my sweet Adrien!" "Maybe you should give him a call and ask him out to a movie," Alya suggested. Marinette then frowned before muttering "Do it while I still have the chance." Both Alya and Bridgette looked at each other in confusion. Tikki asked Marinette "What was it that you saw this time. Marinette?" Then Marinette was off explaining what she had saw in her latest vision. "Damn sis! That's pretty fucking brutal!" Bridgette exclaimed. "Say, how about we just focus on the near future instead of the far future, okay?" Tikki told Marinette. "Well, this is my stop girl. Tikki's right, think of something that's closer to happening, like Ms. Nightingale coming to Paris!" Marinette nodded and continued her way home with Bridgette.

Meanwhile, Hawk Moth wasn't happy. "That trial was not how I expected it to go. Not many strong negative emotions! Wretched parisians, wretched Ladybug and Cat Noir! I will destroy every one of you!" "Just let me know when you want my help. Just keep setting up this chessboard. You will have an entire army at your disposal while Ladybug and Cat Noir will not. Keep this up and before you know it, you will be victorious!" Mayura told him. "I guess," Hawk Moth muttered as he shrugged.

[anthonysstupiddailyblog]

Anthony’s Stupid Daily Blog (94): Wed 15th Jun 2022

I went around the shop this morning to get some snacks for breakfast and saw that the guy who tried to steal my motorbike a few months ago was on the front cover of the paper. He attempted to steal yet another motorbike but this time he did it a an Uber driver as she was leaving McDonalds with a delivery. He grabbed ahold of the girl as she was getting on her bike and his friend ran up behind her and whacked her with bolt cutters, luckily she was wearing a helmet and wasn't seriously injured. Luckily this time the judge saw sense and decided to send the cunt to jail but the thing that made my jaw drop in the article was the fact that this guy has SIXTY prior convictions and he's only 19 years old! This means that after the cunt appeared in court for trying to steal my bike the judge actually saw that he had 59 prior convictions and said "Okay, ONE more chance but that's it". I did actually consider going on this moron's Facebook page and everyday just leaving a message saying "Haha, you're in jail" or something similarly immature. The guy has been sentenced to three years and ten months in jail and it will be interesting to see if the fucking idiot can go that long without trying to steal something from the prison. I'd really like to believe in the concept of rehabilitation but if you could see the picture of this twat you'd agree there's no way he will ever be weaned off crime. He has giant cauliflower eyes, spots and scratches all over his face, Herpes over his lips, a look on his face like he's slightly concussed. He looks like a dolphin that's had parts of his face bitten off by another dolphin and then glued back on by the same dolphin. Also his Facebook profile is him bragging about the fact that he's avoided jail time while smoking a joint. For some reason I can't really see this guy turning his life around.

I've been putting it off for a while but tomorrow I'm finally going to start surfing lessons. I didn't realize that you can get a two hour lesson at the South Shields Surf Club for £20. For this price I should be an awesome surfer by the time the summer's over. I'm in my early 30's now and there's so much cool stuff I've wanted to do for ages but I've kept putting it off and now I'm starting to worry that if I don't do it now I might never get round to doing them and surfing is a big one. Now that I have a job that pays well, gives me three days off a week and doesn't make me want to slam my head into a mincing machine I should be able to pursue all of these activities. The first lesson will probably be just trying to stay up on the board and I will likely fall off a million trillion times but that's fine. It's odd that I've always been attracted to surfing because I hate seawater. Accidentally getting some of that stuff in your mouth is the worst. You're not only swallowing salt but also the piss, shit and cum of every fish that has ever lived. However the idea of being on top of that disgusting water rather than in it has always appealed to be and hopefully by the end of the summer I'll be able to ride enormous waves like the guys in that Guinness advert.

[aboutapeachparty]

Stray Kids | bringing your child to the doctor for the first time

reaction | hyung line

genre ➸ romance, fluff, husband & dad! au

disclaimer ➸ This is a work of fiction. I don't own any famous character(s) - like idols - and my writings are in no way meant to show these people’s real nature and/or offend them in any way.

chan.

You have just been out of town because you and your friends agreed to go on a little girl trip. You have been very busy with motherhood since you and Chan had your baby girl. Your friends were last for a long time. But for your birthday they gave you a weekend at a spa and you were really looking forward to it. But it was also the first weekend for Chan alone with your daughter. And that night the little girl got a fever. High fever. At first, Chan thought that she couldn't sleep because you weren't there. After all, she was most used to you. But her face grew redder and redder and her body glowed. "Do you have a fever?" Chan stood in front of her bed in a panic and talked more to himself because the little girl just cried more and more. "Okay, where was the temperature monitor?" He would love to call you, but he didn't want to ruin your weekend. When he looked in the corner, he saw a box on the shelf that was labeled "Medicines". Immediately he ran over there and rummaged around and found something. "Thank God your mother is a neat freak," he said with a grin and went to his daughter with the temperature monitor. And as he had feared, she had a fever. The display read 39.5 degrees Celsius, but Chan couldn't do anything with it. Was it high or just increased? When does a baby have a fever? Slowly he panicked and didn't quite know what to do anymore. His daughter kept screaming loudly and he couldn't just leave her here. "Okay, come to Daddy," he said then gently and put his girl over his shoulder. But she didn't calm down. He picked up his phone and looked for the symptoms and found that this temperature is relatively high for a 6-month-old child and immediately decides to take her to the hospital. He dressed his daughter even when she was hot because he was still afraid that she would catch a cold. But that makes her scream even louder. She was hot from the fever and the jacket didn't make it any better. He took it off again and tried to put her in the child car seat.

"Hold on. We're going to the hospital in a moment." He tried to calm her down, but the little girl was too sick to notice her daddy. Chan drove off and he was glad that the nearest pediatric hospital was close by. After parking, he grabbed his daughter, held her tight to his chest, and ran. "I need a pediatrician, right now!" Chan was out of breath when he arrived at the reception and the receptionist looked at him in surprise but smiled gently when she saw his daughter. She was quiet now because she was so exhausted. She tried to cry now and then and to cling to her father, but she was already very weak. After all, she hadn't slept in hours and the fever was exhausting her. "Oh dear, is she sick?" Asked the woman and smiled. "She has a high fever. I read on the Internet that it is dangerous and I don't know ... my wife is not there and ... What do you do when a baby has a fever?" Chan was in a panic and hoped to be able to help his daughter soon. The woman nodded gently and smiled. "Everything is fine. I'll call a pediatrician right away." Chan thanked her and stood aside. Again and again, he stroked his daughter's back gently and hummed something to her. The girl became calmer, but she kept whimpering. Chan saw how exhausted she was, but she still fought so hard. "Christopher Bang?" He heard a voice and immediately turned around. A doctor had come and Chan immediately approached him. "My daughter, she has a high fever," he said immediately and the doctor immediately looked at his girl. But he could see right away that it wasn't anything serious. "At first, come in," he said with a soft smile and led the two of them into the practice. The pediatrician examined the child and he quickly came to his conclusion. "Fever is relatively normal for children. It can happen sometimes. It doesn't seem serious. She now needs special care and attention, bed rest and let the child drink about every half hour." The doctor smiled and Chan took his daughter back onto his lap. "Not more?" He was quite surprised. "It's all good. But please don't wrap your daughter so tightly in warm clothes." The doctor pointed to the jacket that Chan also had in his hand. "Oh, I didn't know ..." Chan was completely mistaken, that was all quite a lot. "The first child?" Asked the pediatrician and Chan nodded. "You learn with time. Everything is fine, but if the fever persists, just come back tomorrow." "Thank you, doctor," said Chan and let out a sigh of relief. Then he said goodbye and went out of the room. "Mummy will be proud of us when she comes home that we did it so well," said Chan and kissed his daughter on the hot forehead, who slowly closed her eyes.

minho.

"Y/N." Minho came into the bedroom with your daughter in his arms and looked at you seriously. "Mhmm?" You actually wanted your peace and quiet because your day was incredibly stressful. All-day you had been waiting to watch your favorite series and were glad that Minho put your daughter to bed. "We have to take her to the hospital. Her rash is getting bigger and bigger." "It's not serious," you say and look at Minho, shaking your head. Then you look back to the television and turn up the volume. "Can't you stand behind us? Our daughter is sick!" Minho looked at you in disbelief and didn't believe how indifferent you could be. But the truth was, your girl had rashes many times, and you've told Minho a hundred times not to worry. "Good, then take her to the hospital," you say with a shrug and make yourself comfortable in bed again. "Unbelievable," said Minho with a sigh and walked out of the bedroom. He was always very overprotective with his daughter. So he drove off and rushed to the hospital. When Minho arrived at the hospital, he was immediately sent to the nearest pediatrician. Probably more because he caused stress to the whole workforce. But after a short examination, the pediatrician was able to give him a diagnosis. "She has no fever and the rash seems to have subsided again. I'll prescribe an ointment for her and it should be fine again." The doctor started to write something on a pad, but Minho was not satisfied with it. "Just a rash? Look at it? Look how red it is." Minho pointed to the red spots on his daughter. "Yes, that happens a lot with toddlers." The doctor smiled but Minho immediately dressed his daughter and pulled her to him. "Have you even studied? Are you a doctor at all?" Minho was a little too worried about his daughter. That was exactly why you didn't come with them. "Excuse me?" The pediatrician was really perplexed by the cheeky answer. But Minho already had his daughter in his arms and ran out of the room. He had to find another solution, but it was quite late now. Then it occurred to him that his cousin, whom he didn't like, was also a doctor. Actually, he avoided him, because his mother always wanted him to send his daughter to him and he thought that he was annoying. But now his daughter's health was more important. After a long phone call, Minho persuaded his cousin that he could come over with his daughter. However, he reluctantly agreed. "I know I called you late at night and threatened to kill your dog, but thanks for coming," Minho said and walked into the apartment. "It's not like a doctor needs sleep," said Minoh's cousin annoyed, and sat down on the sofa. "She has a rash and the idiot in the hospital said it is nothing." Minho gently removed his daughter's shirt to show his cousin the rash. He examined everything, took her temperature, and listened to her breathing. But he had to say the same as the doctor said in the hospital. "She has a harmless rash. Many children of that age have that." The cousin could no more determine. "I knew you were an idiot," said Minho, taking his daughter back. His cousin sighed but was too tired to say anything. Minho immediately ran out of the apartment and got back in the car with his daughter. Even though he was angry that no one was taking his baby's symptoms seriously, he decided to go home. "How was it?" You ask when they were back in your bedroom. "The doctor was an idiot, then I went to my idiot cousin, but he's an idiot too," Minho said defiantly, looking at your daughter. "You were with your cousin?" You ask him with a laugh. "Biggest mistake of my life. He will accuse me of that until his death." Minho rolled his eyes and leaned back into the bed. After all, he was pretty tired after the whole tour. "You're a good dad," you say with a smile and give him a kiss. Then you grab a cream from your drawer and start applying it on your daughter's rash. "Look, that helps her," you say and look at your daughter, who is now fast asleep. But when you don't hear any more reaction, you look over at Minho and see that he was asleep too.

changbin.

"Daddyyyyyyyy." Changbin heard his son crying from his room. It was still early in the morning and actually, he was usually still sleeping at that time. "What's wrong?" He asked when he saw him come into the kitchen. The little boy had glassy eyes. "Ouch." The boy pointed in his mouth and Changbin crouched down to take a closer look. "Oh, it's all red." He felt his son's neck and found that it was completely swollen. "It hurts so much, Daddy," said the boy and started to sob. He wiped away his tears with the palm of his hand and tried to be brave. "Well, let's call Mummy then." To be honest, Changbin didn't know what to do. So he immediately picked up his phone to call you. But you've already been to work and in an important meeting. So you couldn't answer immediately. In the meantime, your son sat on the floor and cried silently. He held his small hands to his neck and he looked at the floor. Changbin looked at him and took a deep breath. "Good. She's got the pediatrician's number somewhere here." Changbin went through the apartment and searched everything. "Daddyyyyy," the little boy continued whimpering. Changbin was starting to get stressed and he knew he had to react quickly. "Yes, yes. Daddy is already looking for a solution." He looks desperately through the apartment, but then there was a glimmer of hope. There was a note on the refrigerator that said "Emergency". Immediately he went up to it and could already see the number from the pediatrician. "Yes, this is it," he said happily and immediately typed the number. "Daddyyyyyy," the boy continued to whimper, and Changbin sat down with him and let his head rest on his lap. He continued to cry softly and Changbin gently stroked his back. "Practice Doctor Yen." A female voice answered. "Hello, my son is in pain and has a red throat. Do you still have an appointment?" Changbin found himself using his rapper voice and talking way too fast. "Yes, of course, you can come over right now," said the woman kindly and Changbin breathed a sigh of relief. After he hung up, he looked at his son. "We'll get you dressed now and then we'll go to the doctor," Changbin said quietly, but the little boy didn't want that. "No doctor," he said and cried even more. "But you are in pain and the doctor will help you," he tried to explain. "But the doctor stings," said the little boy, sobbing again. "No, he doesn't sting. You won't get a vaccination. He just looks into your mouth," Changbin told his son and gave him an encouraging smile. The boy nodded and so the two were ready to go to the doctor. Changbin became more and more nervous along the way. He wrote you a message so you would know and hoped that he would manage it all. At the doctor's, the little boy was almost braver than his father. While Changbin almost fell off his chair because of his nervousness, his son was very calm when the doctor examined him. "His tonsils are swollen and sore. I'll prescribe something and everything should be fine." The pediatrician smiled and stroked the child's head. The little boy smiled, and Changbin was so proud of him that he was so brave. Almost braver than himself. "And because you were so good, there is a reward," said the doctor and took something out. "LOLLIPOP!" The boy yelled excitedly, his eyes sparkling when he saw the candy. "It's for you." The pediatrician handed him the lollipop and the little boy grinned. As if his pain was completely forgotten and Changbin was just glad that everything went well.

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[ramp-it-up]

The One

Pairing: Chris Evans x Reader

Warmings:  18+, Minors DNI. Curate your own experience. Cursing, drinking, running, a raging argument in an established relationship, name calling, taunting, drunken raging, Twitter. SMUT, explicit, rough sex, fingering, tit slapping, orgasm denial, spitting, oral sex (mostly female receiving). Also, I’m sleepy. 😴

A/N: Not proofread. Also, I know very little about Chris and Jenny, and have no real opinion about their relationship. I made up the scenario about what happened there for the purposes of the story. THANKS FOR 400 FOLLOWERS TONIGHT! 🥳🎉🎊🍾👏🏽🎈

This fic is based on the following ask:

Anonymous asked:

Imagine idea :

Chris is drunk after a fight with the reader. He was On Twitter and saw some pics with Jenny and when the reader comes in he screams at her and says that Jenny was the one and not the reader. The reader get sad because she was always kind of insecure about the age gap with Chris. The day after he didn’t know what he says and she don’t say anything because she got the feeling that he was right. But one thing both didn’t noticed that Chris was drunk calling Scott and he knows everything Chris says and drive to Chris to give him a good clamp ahahhaha Chris was drunk and Just mentioned her name because he saw a post with Jenny.

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It had been the perfect day.

You slept in, then had a late brunch at home. 

You saw a message from Chris’ former co-star, Heidi, light up his phone that he’d plugged in on the kitchen counter when you two were tidying up.

You wondered why he was texting the bitch even after you told him that she wanted him. And after he agreed to cut off contact out of respect for you.

Heated, you didn’t even look around before you picked it up, put in his code and read a string of friendly, if not borderline flirty, texts.

Chris walked in the kitchen, caught you, and yelled at you for being in his phone. 

“What the hell is going on?”

“Exactly! What is going on, Chris. I thought we talked about this?” 

Chris rolled his eyes. “It’s not a big deal.”

“Oh, it’s a big fucking deal.”

You threw his phone on the marble countertop, which caused Chris to pick it up to see if it was cracked. Your temper was too much.

“We’re just friends! She knows we’re together, y/n!” 

You rolled your eyes. 

“And I know women, Chris. That doesn’t fucking matter to her. Sometimes you’re so oblivious. Or act like you are.” You huffed and rolled your eyes.

“I know you want to leave me for someone more glamorous and beautiful. Someone who will put up with your shit, everyone the media says you’re fucking. Go ahead and just do it!”

Chris’s temper was really rising now. You could tell as the red creeped up his chest to his neck. 

“Stop fucking saying that!” Chris was screaming now. “Is that what you want? To end it? Because you don’t have to make me do it. If you want to leave, just leave.”

You said shit like that a lot. And it scared and angered him. He wanted to know if you were trying to make him break up with you so you would be free.

“Why are you being such a fucking…” Chris stopped himself. He knew better than to call you out of your name.

Your head almost spun around. You smiled evilly. 

“Go ahead, say what you wanna say, Chris. Or are you scared?”

Chris exploded. “A fucking BITCH.”  He was shaking because you went there.

“How many times do I have to tell you, I’m not fucking anyone else!”

Chris lost it and punched the wall, making a hole in the drywall and definitely injuring his hand.

You just stood there with your mouth open and in silence. You went toward him to look at his hand, and he just put both of them up, backing away from you and going to the liquor cabinet.

He retreated to the deck with a bottle of Jameson’s. He wanted to dull the pain, in his hand, and in his heart. He hated when you hurt each other.

You understood that you both crossed the line, so you let him be. You went upstairs to change into your running clothes to get out and clear your head.

Chris settled on a deck lounger, started drinking from the bottle and got online, which is never a good thing, but he needed something to distract him. He started reading tweets about himself, and following a thread of Chris + Jenny stans.

The more he drank, the more he started reminiscing.

There were good times. He was happy. Mostly. He thought she was the one. Sometimes. But she broke his heart. He was just a rebound. 

Her handsome arm candy.

Then he thought of you. His heart melted; you really loved him. He was sure of it. But loving him was hard. He realized that you felt the same way about him that he felt about Jenny. Always waiting for the other shoe to drop. 

Insecure. 

And you had good reason to be. Everything you’d said about women coming after him was true. But what you didn’t realize is that since he’d met you other women didn’t matter to him. 

You were the one, not Jenny.

Chris began to get melancholy. He’d fucked up. You were nothing but good to him and you just asked him to respect you and listen to your feelings. He’d ignored that. 

Shit, why did he yell at you like that?  

He went to erase Heidi’s contact and block her number. He was confident that you were never going to throw him away like Jenny did. She was the one who’d hurt him. Not you. Never you. He recognized that you wouldn’t ever hurt him on purpose.

His mind was racing with how to apologize when you came back. He was an idiot. The pain in his heart was replaced with regret and his hand had slowed to a dull throb.

But then 30 minutes turned to 3 hours, and by the time you got back, the bottle was empty and Chris’s eyes were red with rage and worry. 

Maybe you were just like Jenny after all.

--------

You ran, and then went to get some coffee. You ran into Shelby at the cafe and distracted yourself with mindless chatter, then walked back. You were ready to apologize by the time you opened the door.

When he heard the door, Chris picked up his phone and met you in the living room. He was obviously shitfaced.

“WHERE THE FUCK HAVE YOU BEEN!?” 

Chris’s voice boomed throughout the house and you jumped. Then you just stood there, shocked at his outburst. 

“The hell are you talking to me like that?” 

He was unsteady on his feet. He leaned toward you, and you could tell that someone was spinning the room for him.

“I don’t want it to be you!” 

He had to let you know that he knew that you wouldn’t be the one to hurt him. Chris pointed his phone at you. 

“You’re not the one. Jenny’s the only one. Not you! Not ever you!”

You couldn’t believe your ears. But then again you could. It was what you were afraid of. You were head over heels. And Chris could find someone on his level. Like Jenny.

“Well, Fuck You very much, Chris.” 

You brushed your tears away and ran past him up the stairs to the bedroom, locking the door and crying your eyes out. You got out your suitcase.

----

Chris started up after you, calling your name, and then suddenly needed to duck in the downstairs bathroom to throw up. 

He tried to make it up the stairs and had to sit down on the floor near the bottom. Then, he needed to lay down just for a minute.

The next thing Chris knew, it was morning, and he woke up to a pounding on the door and in his head. He rolled over on the floor, and something stabbed him in the side.

Groaning, he reached down and saw your keys to his house, his cars, and his life, all on the Tiffany heart keychain he’d given them to you. He was staring at them, confused, when Scott opened the door with his key.

“There he is. My brother. The fuck up.”

Chris groaned again, sat up on the bottom stair and held his head. 

“What the fuck are you talking about?”

“Nevermind me. It’s not often I get to say that, only when you publish your dick pic to the internet or you RUN OFF THE BEST THING THAT’S EVER HAPPENED TO YOU!”

Chris winced when Scott yelled, his head a pounding mass of meat wrapped in fuzzy cotton. 

He didn’t understand why he was being tortured and he didn’t understand why his hand hurt.  He looked at it, all bruised up, and the keys inside it.

“Just tell me, Scott. Why are you here?”

Scott leaned up against the door. 

“Did you know you drunk dialed me last night?” 

Chris looked up at Scott, and his face was a sight as his brother told him what he’d said to you.

“Fuuuuuck me!” He put his head in his hands again. 

“I don’t know if she ever will again,” Scott joked, but Chris didn’t laugh. 

“I called her after you apparently passed out and wouldn't pick up your phone.  She was ready to catch an early morning flight, but I convinced her to sleep in today and leave tomorrow.”

Chris moved his hands down from his eyes and stared out the patio doors, trying to think.

“I put her up in the Four Seasons, on your dime of course.  Room 6145. Penthouse. Could be pretty romantic. If she were in that kind of mood.”

Chris looked up at Scott, smiled weakly, jumped up and hugged him, then made for the door. Scott jumped in front of him.

“Trust me, you’ll want to get some water and coffee in you, and shower and brush your teeth. You look and smell like shit.”

“Right.” Chris nodded, flexing his hand. He could still move it. He was glad it wasn’t broken. “Thanks, bro.”

“No problem.” Scott walked into the bathroom as Chris went to the kitchen, groaning when he saw the hole in the wall. He’d have to ask Scott to get it fixed before you saw it again. 

If he could convince you to come back.

----

It was 11 am, and Scott had verified that you were still in the room. Chris just stood there, nervous and terrified that you were just going to be done with him.

Room service came and headed toward your door. Chris waved them down and when they saw his face, they stopped in their tracks, shocked.

“Hey, can you do me a favor?”

----

You climbed out of the wonderful deep jetted tub, having soaked until the water got cold and your fingers were wrinkled. You pulled on the plush Four Seasons terry cloth robe that was provided with the suite.

You felt calmer than last night, and after some sleep and relaxation, you realized that you’d been a fool to think that Chris would want you forever like you thought.

It was for the best that you leave and start over, to focus on your consulting business and yourself for a while.

You opened the door with a smile on your face for the attendant, and you let them into the room, your back turned to the door while they brought the cart in. You turned back around and there was Chris.

You grew heated, and your heart began to race while the attendant scurried out. Chris’s face was a welcome sight, but you were still angry.

There you were, looking so beautiful, curls tied up in your favorite silk scarf, cocoa skin radiant in a white fluffy robe.  You should have been comfortable, but your eyes were wide and scared.

He’d done this to you.

“Fuck, y/n… I…”

You interrupted him. 

“You’ve got some mutha fuckin nerve. How dare you just run up in here, using that fucking face,” you flung your hand up, “using who you are to get into my room. How did you even know where…?”  

Your mouth dropped open at the realization of what Scott had done. You turned on your heel to get your things. You didn’t care that you were naked under your robe. You didn’t care that you still loved Chris. You were out. This second.

Chris moved to block you from entering the bedroom of the suite. You tried to push past him, all 5’ 4” of you versus 6 feet of him.

“Move, Chris!” 

You glared up at him, your body responding to him in ways you weren’t prepared to admit. You were betrayed by your pussy.

“I just want you to listen to me.  Then you can leave, stay, do whatever you want. Just hear me out.”

You and him physically was always the shit. His arms across his chest did things to you  But you kept mean mugging him, making him hard for you. 

You stepped back and said, “Okay.  You have 10 minutes.  Then I’m out, Chris.”

You paced back to the couch in the living room of the suite, watching him warily.

Chris paced in front of you, making it inevitable that you follow his lean form back and forth across the carpet. You noticed that his hand was bandaged and that he kept flexing it. 

You hoped it wasn’t broken. No matter what, you cared what happened to him. You would always love him. Even if it was the end of your relationship.

“First of all, I’m sorry. My anger got the best of me, and I was violent and that is never acceptable.  Even though I didn’t touch you, it’s not ok, and I know it was intimidating. I take responsibility.”

He stopped and looked at you, you melted a little, but you didn’t give any outward sign. Being a business owner taught you a mean poker face. 

But the shirt he was wearing made his true blue eyes pop and you could see a hint of his chain around his neck under the fitted henley.

You suppressed a shiver at the memory of the things you did to have that chain and medallion wave in your face, to have it clenched between your teeth as Chris had his way with you, and you with him.

You focused on him, pointedly looking at your watch. Chris’ anxiety peaked when he saw that.

He stepped toward you and thought that he recognized the look in your eyes.  He was almost sure that you still wanted him, sure that you still cared.  He could only hope as he came closer.

“And then I started drinking. And while you were gone, I came across some posts about me and Jenny. And it took me back there.”

At those words, you crossed your arms and averted your eyes, defenses up. You didn’t want to hear about how much he loved Jenny.

Then, Chris swiftly moved to sit on his haunches, becoming eye level with you.  

“And I realized that she never really loved me. Not like you loved me.”  

Chris speaking about your love in the past tense made you a little angry and you stared him in the eyes. 

It was just the reaction he hoped for. Your attitude. He loved it. He hid a smirk so that he could continue, but you saw the glimmer in his eyes. And you rolled yours.

Chris then picked up the sash to your robe and started playing with it, your eyes drawn to his thick fingers. You didn’t know why that was getting you hot, but it was. You opened your mouth to breathe.

Chris’s voice cracked when he said. “And to me she was the mountaintop. Another, different kind of conquest. But I realized that I never really loved her. Not like I love you.”

Present tense.

Now you were looking into his eyes, about to fall into them. Shit. He had you hooked. But then you remembered, and drew back.

“Yeah, I know what I said, but what I was trying to express was that I know it could never be you to hurt me like Jenny did. That I didn’t want you to hurt me like she did. Not when I’ve thought about forever…” 

He moved even closer. “I mean forever, forever, with you.”

All of a sudden you couldn’t breathe. Chris got on his knees.

“I want to be in this position again with you one day. One day soon. But not like this. I don’t want it to be to try to get you back. I want us to be good.” 

He sighed, pensive. “I want you to be smiling and happy, and even have our families there.”

You don’t know how your face looked at that moment, but Chris started smiling at you. You were so beautiful to him right now.

“I was drunk, and I couldn’t use my words correctly. I yelled and I screamed and I punched the wall. I fucked up and may have lost you forever, but I’m sorry, Y/N. I’m so sorry.” 

You felt yourself get emotional, but you tried to calm down.

“I’m just so fucking scared that you will get tired of all the bullshit that comes with me and leave… and I absolutely wouldn’t blame you. But there’s no one else, y/n.  No one else can compare…”

“Chris…” 

You raised your hand to his face, eyes searching his. You could tell he was being honest.

Chris grabbed your hand and started kissing your palm.

“So.” He looked at you with those eyes. “Is this goodbye?…” His lips were giving you shivers. “Or hello again? Can we start over?”

Chris trailed his lips from your palm, to the pulse point at your wrists and lingered there, licking the delicate skin. Then he moved up your arm to the opening in the robe. 

He pushed his torso in between your legs and leaned into your neck, inhaling the lavender bath oil that was your favorite. And his, too. 

He moaned as you leaned your head to the side, giving him access. But he didn't just want the physical. He breathed into the shell of your ear. 

“Please come home, baby…”

You just moaned as he started sucking right below your ear, your spot. Desire took over for Chris when he heard your sounds.

“Fuck it. I can tell that you still want me. If this is goodbye, then I’m going to make it worth your time.”

Your back arched and Chris palmed your bounteous ass over the robe, pulling you flush to his crotch.  He smiled as he felt the warmth coming from you.

“You’re so fucking warm, babe. Are you wet, too?  Are you wet for me? Do you want my cock? I mean, do you want your thick, fat, cock to fuck you babe?” 

Chris was kissing down your neck into the cleavage that the robe was revealing with each sentence as you opened your legs. Your pussy was quivering for him, but you still didn’t answer him.

Chris looked up at you with those eyes and pulled on the robe sash. It fell open and he looked down and bit his lip, taking in your warm skin, lovely breasts, and elegant pussy, with the manicured triangle of hair kept like he preferred, and offered up for his taking. 

You still looked like his girl, and he smiled as he looked up into your eyes. But he had to be certain. He lowered his head, keeping eye contact and descended toward one small hard mountain peak, kissing it gently, tentatively, while watching you.

You were mesmerized as his tongue peeked out and licked it, then he opened his lips and enveloped it, moistening it with his pink lips. 

The look on your face compelled him, and he fully enveloped your nipple and started sucking roughly, still keeping eye contact. You were determined not to close your eyes, but it was difficult. You bit your lip to stay still.

Chris’s bandaged hand was dangerous, however, and it came up to pinch and roll your other nipple. You arched into his hand as he became rougher and rougher. 

He switched nipples and hands and his saliva made your breast that much more pliable and sensitive. He slapped it, and then rubbed it with the rough bandage, making you cry out and moan as his other hand trailed down your body to your cunt.

“This pussy will still be mine, even if you leave me.” He smiled cockily while looking down on it. 

He looked at you, before lifting his hand to his mouth, looking straight into your eyes and spitting on his fingers before bringing them down to your cunt.

“I think, that if even if you leave and  move back to Houston, and I come to town, that if I I call you, even if you’re with someone else, you would meet me in a parking lot and let me fuck you over the hood of my rental car.” 

He was faintly tracing your pussy lips and instantly your control was gone. You were sopping wet, because of his words and because of the knowledge that what he was saying was the truth.

“Oh,” was all you could say. You were adding to the wetness of the saliva on his fingers.

Chris smiled and tilted his head as his two thick digits breached your opening. He had his answer as you threw your head back and let him finger fuck you while he rolled and slapped and pinched your nipple.

His thumb was lightly brushing your clit and you wanted so much more.  Chris could sense that and he pressed down roughly on it, causing an electric jolt up your body, which you keened for, arching your body into his hand.

Chris moved his hand from your breast to your neck and applied the pressure that you wanted and needed and that he was expert at while he stuffed another finger inside you and circled your clit with his thumb. 

You floated among the clouds as you came like fireworks, and all over his hand.  

He watched you come undone, and come down, rubbing his hard cock through his pants with one hand while he sucked your juices off his fingers, releasing each with a loud pop.  When you opened your eyes, you smiled.

You pulled his hand and started licking yourself off him, flattening your tongue against his palm. 

“I forgive you Chris. I forgave you when you conned your way into my room, you ass.” 

You smiled against his hand as he groaned, relieved and desperate for you.

“But you still have some work to do.”

“What do you want? Anything.”  

Now Chris was breathless, anticipating payback.

“First, you need to take those damn clothes off.”

He quickly moved to take off his shirt, and then stood up to take off his pants.  You smirked as hs cock sprang up immediately when he peeled them down. He wasn’t wearing underwear.

Chris caught your look. 

“What? I wanted to be prepared.”  He chuckled softly while pumping his cock lightly, expecting to immediately fuck you.

He moved toward you. But you quickly moved off the couch and into the bedroom, forcing him to follow you, and his dick, into the other room.

You sat on the edge of the bed as he remained standing. 

“What do you need, babe?”

You reached for his cock and tugged it toward you, opening your mouth and deep throating it, wetting it from root to tip and then spit on it. Chris moaned as you started to stroke. Then you stopped.

“I need you to jack off for me.” 

“Ugh! You’re so fucking nasty. I love you.”

Chris instantly started where you left off. This didn’t seem like work.

You leaned back on your elbows, watching him, and licking your lips.

“And I need for you not to stop, and not to come. Until I tell you.” 

You looked him in the eye and that was when Chris knew he was doomed.  A chill ran down his spine as you reached down and started playing with your pussy.

“Fuck!”

You looked so damn good.  He licked his lips and stroked harder and faster, his balls drawing up already. 

“Shit, y/n.”

You watched his eyes, and got wetter at his blown pupils and glazed look. 

“You like that?”

“Fuck yeah.”  

His voice was broken and desperate. He fisted his cock, and held his balls, trying to stave off the inevitable. 

You turned around, got on your knees and reached back between your legs and ran your fingers up and down your slit.

“How about that?”

“Goddamnit!” 

Chris grunted as he tried to hold it in. You were a goddess. He licked his lips. Wanting to taste you. So he did. 

He dove in, tongue competing with your fingers to command your slit. You finally gave in to his expert mouth and he savored your salty goodness.

“Fuck, Chris, you better still be…”

“I am. Christ.” 

He was leaking in his hand, but he had it under control. Barely.

Chris stopped eating you out for a second, grabbed your ass cheek with one hand, stretched you open, spit on your tighter hole, and watched it slide down your satin lips to drip onto the bed. 

His warm saliva made your pussy quiver and he watched it lovingly. Then he dove in again.

He sped up his movements with his other hand and you could hear the smooth skin of his dick sliding on his palm while his tongue did forbidden things to you.

“Ffffffuuckkkkkkk! Chrisssss.” 

You came, burying your scream in the mattress, and even harder than before. You couldn’t believe that he’d turned the tables on you.

Chris ate you out through your orgasm, holding you down with one hand like it was nothing. 

He was god of war, love, and sex, all at once. 

Fuck Captain America.

You came again, almost immediately.

When he was done with his meal, he let you go, wiped his mouth with the back of his free hand and stepped back.

“Fuck, what do you want me to do? I can’t take it much longer…” Chris’s sexy growling voice got to you. 

“What do you wanna do, Chris? How do you want to take me, Daddy?”  Chris’s cock jumped in his hand, he slapped your ass, and watched it jiggle.

Chris entered your wet, wet pussy, and marvel how if felt like it was choking the life out of him.  He had to stop moving, or he would burst almost immediately.

“How the fuck are you so wet, but so tight.  It’s like a fucking vice grip, geeze.” 

You both waited and felt it jump inside you, then Chris reached down, grabbed you by the neck and pulled you upright and flush to his chest.  

One hand clutched your throat and the other arm hooked under your leg, allowing him to piston up into you upright while your other leg dangled, your big toe barely touching the ground.

Chris held you and fucked up into you, grunting each time the large mushroom cap head of his cock was stuffed into your pussy. 

“Ugh, gatdamn it, you were thinking of leaving, ugh, you wanted to leave this, mmmmmm, this dick that, ugh, that fucks you like this?” 

Chris’s mouth was near your ear, which was on his shoulder because your head had fallen back on his chest. He was using you like a sex toy as he fucked you senseless. 

His dick slicked in and out of you with obscene wetness, Chris somehow lifting you up and slipping completely out of you and pounding back into you with force.

“Chris!!!” 

You started shaking, your center of gravity being where you and he were connected.

He fucked you even harder and faster, chasing his release, but he maneuvered his hand to find your clit, refusing to come before you. 

“Fuck! You know you were going to miss this cock that your sweet cunt fits… like…  a …mutha …fuckin…  glove!” 

"Ahhhh!" 

You screamed as you fluttered around his cock. He could take only so much before he had to shut his eyes and bite down on your collarbone. Chris’s legs were trembling now.

"Take all of it!." He was hitting your spot.  "How does it feel?" 

Although the feeling was intense, you tried to speak. 

"L-l-l-like h-heav-v-v-ennnnn." 

The sound of your voice made his release start to build. 

With each of his thrusts, the sweet tightness began to build until you came, screaming and moaning in pleasure.

“Oh shiiiiitttttt!”  Chris exploded inside your tight wet cunt. He wanted to fill you up like never before. He wanted to put his baby in you and tie you forever to him. That made his balls empty.

He fell back on the bed, with you on top of him, slipping out of you and depositing you on the bed beside him.

Chris couldn't help but smile as you both came down.  He was made for this.

Chris put his hand on your cheek, brushing your beautiful lips with his thumb. You smiled under his attention into his sea blue eyes.

“I love you.” You grinned. 

“God, I love you.”  You sobered up, taking in the weight of his words.

“Is it weird that I want to get you pregnant before we’re married?”

You made a face.

“Who says I want to marry you?”

Chris scooped you in his arms and rolled you over on top of him.

“You don’t want to marry me? You’d say no if I asked?” 

You held in a giggle.

“Nah. I’m gonna move back to Houston and marry someone else so you can come in town and fuck me over the hood of your rental car. That sounds hot as fuck.”

Chris released an anxious breath.

You took his head in your hands.

“Easy now. Ask what you want to ask.” Chris started to speak. You put your finger over his mouth.  

“When you want to ask it.” You looked into his eyes again. “I won’t break your heart.”

Chris smiled at you and said, “I know.” He kissed you. 

And when you pulled away, breathless, he told you, “You’re the One.”

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Hiii bestie!!! Could you write about y/n being in danger and gang Harry gets all worried and scared (of course) and saves her. (I love your stories so much)

warning: violence, blood, guns

Harry was waiting for YN at home after she was going to the store to buy tampons (he offered to go but he normally bought the wrong kind).

He’s watching a game of football as he also continuously glances at the clock - keeping time of how long she’s been gone.

After twenty-five minutes, he gets a bit impatient, he wanted to start their movie night (sue him sometimes he liked cute romantic shit).

When he rings her mobile, it picks up after the first ring, and what he hears next sends a straight chill down his spine.

“We were waiting for you to call, Diablo,” A gruff, smokey voice rasps through the speaker of his wife’s phone.

His heart fucking drops but anger takes over in mere seconds as he’s off the couch and storming to their secret weapons room through a hidden passageway.

“What the fuck do y’cunts want?” Harry hisses furiously, unsure of who exactly this voice belongs to on the other end.

He hears a whimper in the background. He’d know that sound anywhere - usually he heard it when she was underneath him but right now it sounded pained and scared.

“If you fuckin’ hurt - I guarantee you that your whole family will be dead by tomorrow,” Harry promises, pushing down the panic as he grabs a duffel to begin shoving a shotgun and assault rifle in.

His desert eagle was tucked in his waistband already - were it always sat.

On his burner phone, he manages to text and send out the GPS location of where his wife is at - idiots most likely don’t know that he has a tracker on her phone.

There was also a GPS tracker embedded in the ‘H’ necklace she always wore right behind the three small diamonds so no one would ever be able to spot it.

“Business. We know you have a shipment going into the South Bay at midnight. Rumor has it you have 6 million pounds of coke on their,” The man replies.

Bingo.

Harry automatically realizes that this dude is a fucking idiot and fell for a diversion tactic - that shipment was being delivered on the other side of the city at three in the morning.

He didn’t get to be the most dangerous, successful gang leader without his own skills and manipulation of his own.

Harry always had to try to pick off the rats and snitches in his gang because people like to squeal for money and drugs.

Every opportunity he got, he told a couple of his rookie members fake information to see if they’d betray him.

It looks like someone was given fake information that Harry had fed two newer members earlier in the week.

“Why the fuck would y’idiots just sneak attack? Why the fuck d’you have my wife?” Harry snarls, getting a influx of text from his associates stating they’re on their way.

“We were actually going to be nice, just hold her until you agree - not hurt her, you know? But your little bitch managed to kill two of my men before we could wrangle her.”

Thatta girl.

God, he really fucking loved his wife and had no fear of putting his on life on the line to protect her - would take a bullet for her any day.

“I can’t wait t’find you and torture you until you’re begging for me to just put you out of your misery,” Harry promises, his heart pounding, vein protruding from his forehead.

“You really shouldn’t threaten me when I have this pretty little number of yours tied up to a chair with a gun to her head,” The man laughs with amusement, “I’ll have you talk to her now.”

Harry hears the man bark at YN, “Speak bitch!”

“He-hello?” YN whimpers pathetically, “Baby, I need help.”

And it sounds wrong - but relief flushes through him at the sound of her pleas. It was completely an act because it’s not truly how she sounds when she’s scared.

“Brat, y’faking it right now right?” Harry makes sure, getting onto the interstate - uncaring of stop signs and red lights.

“Yes. Yes, come get me. Yes, baby,” YN continues and god, she could win an Oscar for her performance and it really shouldn’t get him hard right now.

-

When he pulls up to a brick building that looks abandoned, his men are already shooting with visible bodies collapsed on the floor.

Harry yanks his favorite assault rifle out of his trunk, tugging the strap over his head, and positioning it as he strides forward.

“Boss, we haven’t cleared it completely. You can’t go in yet,” Niall informs him as he reload quickly, breathing heavy.

“I don’t fuckin’ care. My wife’s in there,” Harry snaps, quickly taking out the last two visible men before he is able to step through the door.

He is about to turn a corner and a man steps out from behind it - Harry doesn’t hesitate to lay his heavily-clad ringed knuckles straight into his face knocking him down before landing one fatal shot.

When he steps into a bare, musky old basement - his beautiful wife is tied to a chair, ropes keeping her arms tied behind her, and a cloth in her mouth.

“‘Bout time you showed up,” The rival states, standing behind his wife with a gun running along her skin.

She’s still in her holey tee shirt and biker shorts with white sneakers that were blood sodden like her clothing.

Harry illuminates pure fury when his gaze meets her - but her eyes are twinkling like she knows something he doesn’t.

He noticed that there was a high concentration of blood near her left side and that the fabric was torn - he had cut her and she was bleeding.

But she spits out the rag, rasping out to her husband in a teasing tone, “Took you long enough, dickhead,” before she’s slipping her hands from the restraints that she had gotten out of in mere minutes.

Her hand goes right for the man’s crotch - taking him by complete surprise, he hunches over and YN is able to get off the chair and knee him straight in the nose.

“S’your turn now,” YN replies, “I need to bandage this to stop the bleeding - it’s just superficial.”

Harry doesn’t remember much from that point on beside the fact that he pulled that man’s teeth out one by one and just as he had told him - by the time Harry was done with him he’d being begging for death.

And boy did he beg for Harry to just end it because Harry’s torture methods was worse than being dead to the world.

After he’s done, he nods at his men to clean up the mess, and finds his wife instantly, intertwining their hands and assuring her, “I’ll stick y’up when we get home.”

-

YN’s sat on their bathroom countertop in nothing but a clean pair of underwear after Harry had gently bathed her dirt and blood away.

She had quieted, the confidence and adrenaline having faded off, and she lets out a loud whimper when he begins to thread the needle through her tender, swollen skin.

“M’sorry, my queen,” Harry apologizes sympathetically as he threads through to close up the wound.

“Hurts,” His wife hisses with a crack in her voice, hands resting on his bare shoulders as he concentrates on her side.

“It’s done, did s’good baby,” He murmurs encouragingly, disposing of the items before cupping her jaw, “How are y’feelin’?”

“I’m fine,” She replies instantly, swallowing and avoiding his gaze.

“You’re not okay and that’s okay,” Harry reminds her, chest hurting when tears start to dribble down her cheeks.

“I was scared,” She whispers, “And all I wanted was you.”

“Baby, baby fuckin’ look at me,” Harry urges, tilting her chin up and hands coming to massage at her thighs, “M’sorry I wasn’t there right away, I fucking would die for you.”

It was amazing how much YN changed Harry.

-

Jaymee was a really sweet girl, bright puppy dog eyes and a wide smile with cherub cheeks, “That was amazing,” she had giggles after Harry rolls off of her.

“Get the fuck out now,” He dismisses, swinging his legs off the bed and pulling on his briefs.

Her face drops, “But…we just? I thought tha-“

Harry cuts her off there, crushing the cute girl’s dreams when he scoffs, “Y’thought what? I didn’t want anything from you but your cunt. I don’t cuddle or give a single fuck - so get the fuck out.”

-

“You’re my soulmate, fuckin’ crazy with how gone I am for you,” Harry follows the sentence but a line of kisses across her breasts and collarbones.

“Please, need it,” YN requests lowly, hand coming to tangle into his curls and lead him to her breast to suck at her hard nipple.

“Y’side, brat,” Harry reminds her, “Let just lay y’out, make y’come, and then we can cuddle, okay?”

And he does, spread her out on their bed, licks deep into her until she’s quivering with pleasure, and then tucks her right into his chest and he soothes her to sleep.

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[folklorelise]

That one time he said “you’re not my mother” & “I love you”

That one time they said, “you’re not my mother!” and that one time they said “I love you” — I decided to combine these two because I found it was too short otherwise :) enjoy

MASTERLIST

Eren Yaeger:

Most of the time, when Eren and Jean were fighting, it was in a friendly way – always bickering like siblings which is way if Levi or you were there, you would never get involved.

That is why when that one time they were fighting – for real – you and Levi arrived too late. Eren received a punch on his face and Jean had his arm broken. When you two noticed what was happening, you quickly run to where they were and separated them. Mikasa and you were restraining Eren while Levi took Jean away.

“Eren, you’re bleeding. Let’s go.” you told him before bringing him with you. “Mikasa, can you and the others stay here with Kuchel please?”

“Of course.”

When you arrived in your office, you took out your first aid kit and cleaned one of his wounds, and then stitched it up.

“What happened?” you asked Eren when you were done with the stitches.

“Nothing.”

“Well, you both ended up hurting each other so no, it was not nothing.” you argued.

“Whatever.” Eren mumbled.

“Eren! This is serious.” you raised your voice, “Jean was hurt–.”

“So was I! Why is it always everything about Jean with you? Oh right! He is your favourite after all.”

“This is not what we’re talking about right now. This is about you two being childish. Yes, you were hurt but Jean is not a titan, he can’t heal overnight. I don’t know why the fight started and I don’t want to because I’m sure it was for a ridiculous reason anyway.”

Eren was still on his nerves and he knew if he said anything, he would regret it – so he just kept quiet and stared at his shoes.

“You really don’t have anything to say?” you sighed. “Eren–, you should apologise. Both of–.”

“STOP! Stop pretending to care about me if all you want is go and check on Jean. Stop pretending you care about me at all – just, stop.”

“Eren–.” your voice quavered.

“And stop acting like my mother because you’re not. So, just leave me alone!” Eren yelled because storming out.

When you found Levi in his office, he was doing some paperwork with Kuchel on his lap.

“How did it go with Eren?” Levi asked you without looking up.

“Hm… not great.” you whimpered.

As soon as Levi heard your voice, he looked up and saw that your eyes were still red and puffy. He put Kuchel on the ground and came to embrace you. You continued to cry in his arms, putting your head on his shoulder.

“What happened?” Levi asked worried.

Levi did not insist on it when you refused to talk about it. Levi asked Sasha, Connie, and Jean to take care of Kuchel the rest of the day so he could spend the day with you.

You spend the day in your bedroom, switching between crying and sleeping. Levi stayed with you the whole time, with you clinging on him. After a few hours, you finally started to calm down and were ready to talk.

“Eren said that… it sounds ridiculous actually,” you tried to laugh, “he said that I wasn’t his mother which is true, I’m not.” you explained. “Is it weird? That I’m hurt because I consider Eren, and all of them, as one of my own children?”

“Eren’s an idiot. I’m sure he didn’t mean it.” Levi tried to reassure you.

Eren, on his side, went back to his room and stayed there for the rest of the day. After he calmed down and realised what he said to you, he started to regret it. He did not mean any of the words he said to you.

For the next few days, whenever you and Eren would see each other, you would just walk away. You did not know what to say to Eren, therefore you just decided to avoid him which is something everyone noticed. Eren really wanted to talk to you, he wanted to apologise but with you constantly walking away, it was impossible. Eren decided he would ask the captain’s help.

“I know she probably told you what happened.” Eren told Levi when he went to his office, “I just want to apologise, please?”

“Fine. She’s with Kuchel in our room.” Levi thought. “Then go and clean the stable!”

“Thank you.”

Eren run to your bedroom and went in without knocking. He found you reading a story to Kuchel and hesitated a second before calling your name.

“Eren!” you shouted surprised.

“I’m sorry, it’s just – I know you wouldn’t have opened the door.” Eren explained. “Mom,” Eren started before breaking down crying, “I’m sorry, please don’t ignore me anymore.”

“No cry.” Kuchel shouted, “ma-ma kiss, no cry.” she pulled your sleeve.

“Please don’t hate me.” Eren whispered.

“I could never hate you.” you said before hugging him.

Eren hold you so tightly that you could barely move.

“It’s ok,” you reassured him, “I could never hate one of my kids.” you admitted.

“So, you’re not mad right?”

“I’m not. It’s ok.” you patted his back.

“I didn’t mean.” Eren added, “I didn’t mean any of it.” Eren paused before adding “because I love you mom. I do.”

“Eren,” you smiled, “I love you too.”

“Lowe ma-ma me!” Kuchel shouted because you and Eren were too far away from her.

“I’m going to go now.” Eren said, “I still have cleaning duty.”

Eren left, and a sigh of relief left your mouth. Having him directly tell you that he did not mean it was a relief.

Jean Kirstein:

Levi had been thinking about having Jean to replace him as captain in a few years or even make him squad leader. Jean obviously proved himself to be a great leader – there was no excuse not to promote him to a higher rank. He never talked about that to anyone though, particularly not to you because he knew how worried you would be. After some time, Levi decided he would talk about it with Erwin.

“Are you telling me this because you want to retire?” Erwin asked him.

“No. I don’t to retire right now.”

“Okay.” Erwin took a moment to process what Levi just told him, “What did Y/N say?”

“Nothing.” Levi casually answered.

“Really?”

“I didn’t tell her anything yet.”

“Oh… Well, I don’t see any problems in making Jean a captain now or in a few years. He has a good sense of leadership. I think that’s a great idea.” Erwin stated.

“Bur?” Levi asked expecting Erwin to continue.

“No ‘but’, just…” Erwin took a deep breath, smiling slightly, “really excited to see Y/N’s reaction.”

“She’ll love that.”

After a few days, Levi decided to call you in his office at the same time as Jean to announce the big news he had. When Jean and you arrived, he sat down at his desk before explaining why he asked to see you.

“You grew up and learned a lot these past few months and years. You have every quality to make a great captain or even squad leader.”

“Oh,” Jean blushed, “thank you, but why are you telling me this?”

“I talked about it with Erwin, and he agrees with me that–.”

“Wait.” you cut Levi in his sentence, “are you seriously trying to make Jean captain right now?” you asked dumbstruck.

“If he wants, yes.”

“What?” you laughed nervously. “No! It’s… he’s a child! This is too much responsibility and pression for him.” you argued. “Jean,” you turned around to face him, “you’re not–.”

“Y/N,” Levi cut you, “he’s not a child anymore. You know how skilled he is on the field so why are you doing this?”

“Because being a captain is too much pressure! You are responsible for everything! Yes, it includes victories, but also every death of your friends and squad members.” you rumbled, “Jean, you’re not… you can’t do this. I refuse.”

“Y/N–.” Levi started but was cut short by Jean.

“You’re not my mother!” Jean yelled, “you don’t have the right to decide for me!” he added before leaving the room.

Silence prevailed in the room. Then suddenly you started to sob violently and collapsed on the ground. Levi slowly approached you and wrapped you in his arms.

“It’s ok.” Levi whispered, “he didn’t mean it.”

You spent the rest of the day in bed, regretting everything you previously said to Jean. Levi stayed beside you, trying to calm you down but it was not successful. At night, Levi decided to pay Jean a visit to see if he calmed down. When he knocked on Jean’s door, he heard a quiet ‘come in’. Jean was curled up on himself on his bed, with his blanket over him.

“I’m sorry.” Jean sobbed. “I– I.”

“You don’t have to apologise to me.” Levi said. “Tomorrow morning, you’ll come and apologise to Y/N because no one can understand you in this state.” Levi referred to his sobbing. “She’s sorry too, just so you know.”

Then, Levi came back to you and saw that you calmed down a bit, but he knew you were hurt. It was not the first time that one of the kids told you that. When Eren did, you were inconsolable and did stayed in bed for a few days.

The next day, Jean was up really early. He came in your office and waited for you inside, sitting on the couch. He waited a few hours, but you still were not there. You were eating breakfast and played a bit with Kuchel. When you finally walked in your office, you found Jean asleep on your couch. You took the blanket you kept for you at night and delicately put it on Jean, which did not work since he instantly woke up.

“Mom!” Jean said surprised and then immediately looked away.

Neither one of you knew what to say. You sat on the table in front of his, while he was still standing awkwardly.

“I’m sorry!” you both shouted at the same time.

“No!” Jean quickly added, “I didn’t– I didn’t mean it because it’s not true. You are. You are my mom and… I’m sorry, please don’t hate me.” Jean finished his sentence trying to hold his tears back.

“I– I’m sorry too.” you apologised and walked to him to hug him, “I’m sorry because I think you would make a great captain.” you tried to smile. “You are really talented, and it would be a waste not to make you captain.”

“No, if you’re not happy I don’t–.”

“I am happy, I was just scared.” you admitted. “You… you are my child and seeing you all grown-up and taking responsibilities… is terrifying. I don’t want to you to go through what Levi, and I did when we lost–.” you suddenly stopped, not wanting to talk about how many friends you all loss.

“I thought that you refused because you didn’t think I was good enough.” Jean admitted.

“You are good enough. You are more than that. I’m sorry I made you feel that way.”

“I’m sorry too.” Jean repeated.

//

Jean was always the first one to volunteer to take care of Kuchel when neither you nor Levi could. He loved spending time with her. He grew up without siblings, so since he saw you and Levi like his parents, Kuchel was like his little sister.

“Jean, thank you for doing this.” you gave him Kuchel, “Levi and I will be back in a few hours.”

“No problem, have a safe trip!”

Jean brought Kuchel back to his room and let her play with her toys. In the meantime, Armin, Eren and Mikasa came to see Kuchel too. Sasha and Connie came later on and stayed with Jean to play with Kuchel.

“Ja!” Kuchel screamed when she saw that Jean stopped playing with her.

“What did you say?” Jean asked shocked.

“Ja.” Kuchel pointed at Jean.

“That’s my name.” Jean said happily, “can you guys believe it?” he said to his friends.

“Oh, come on,” Connie replied, “It could be anything else.”

After trying to make Kuchel repeat it a few times, which was a failure, Sasha and Connie left Jean alone since they had cleaning duties to do before the Captain came back.

“I know you said my name earlier, even though you won’t repeat, it’s fine.”

“Ma-ma?” Kuchel asked.

“She’ll be back soon don’t worry.” Jean started to clean her toys. “You know, you’re very lucky to have them as your parents. They are awesome. I love them. I mean mom– no, da– no– I mean they’re great, you know?” Jean explained as if Kuchel could understand. “Never mind.”

Jean realised what he just said and started to think about if he should tell you or not. On one hand, he wanted to because he wanted you to know how much he appreciated you being there for him, but on the other hand, it was embarrassing.

“Kirstein.” Levi called him when he found him. “I still have to go and see Erwin so drop Kuchel to Y/N.” Levi told him.

“Da-da!” Kuchel yelled happily.

Levi kissed her before leaving. Jean walked to your office and knocked on the door.

“Yes?”

“It’s me, Jean.”

“Come in.” you said, “Kuchel, hiii.” you hold your baby. “How was the day with her?” you asked Jean.

“Good. It was good.” Jean answered. “I have to mh… go. Sasha and Connie, they’re… they need me.”

“Oh, okay, thank–.”

“I love you, bye mom!” Jean said before left running.

“Ja lowe ma-ma.”

When Levi came back to your office, he found you sitting on the couch looking at the ceiling.

“What’s the matter with you?”

“Jean just said he loves me. I can’t believe all my children are now opening to me now.” you pretended to cry. “Also, Kuchel just said Jean’s nam.”

“What?”

“Here, take Kuchel because I have to go and see Jean.”

“Ja!”

“Why?” Levi asked.

“He ran away before I could say anything.”

“A weirdo,” Levi looked at Kuchel, “the first name you said had to be his…”

“You always pretend to be annoyed by him, when I know for a fact you lo–.”

“Not listening, bye.” Levi closed the door before you could finish.

When you went to Jean’s room, he was obviously not here. Therefore, you just decided to take a piece of paper and then put it on his pillow.

When Jean came back to his room, he found a little piece of saying “I love you my boy, you didn’t have to run away.” And it was signed “Mom”.

Armin Arlet:

Armin’s new job was to teach the new cadets the expeditions’ strategy. When new cadets arrived in the survey corps, they were always surprised at how often Armin, Eren, Jean and Mikasa would call you ‘mom’ which ended up being their favourite topic during the day.

As usual, Armin would be early, waiting for the new soldiers to arrive. A group of friends were already there, talking way too loudly.

“You heard that too right?” one of them asked.

“Heard what?” another one asked.

“How the captain’s squad calls squad leader Y/N ‘mom’.”

“Yeah and?”

“Oh, come on. She obviously isn’t their real mom.”

“She isn’t?”

“Are you stupid? Anyway, I think that’s weird. I mean she has her own kid, right?”

Their discussion was cut short by other people arriving. Armin pretended he did not hear them and taught his class professionally. Near the end of the class, you decided to come so you could see if everything went well. You quietly took a place and watched until the end. When Armin was over, you walked to him started to congratulate him.

“Armin, you are a natural at this. That was really great!” you hugged him.

At the back, the group of friends who was talking about Armin and you earlier started to laugh, which Armin noticed. Armin immediately stepped away from you.

“Wh–.” you started.

“Stop doing that, you’re not my mother.” Armin stated loudly enough for everyone to hear. “Stop acting like my mother please.”

Every news cadets were looking at you both – the room was silent. Armin instantly regretted was he said and wanted to apologise but you just forced a smiled and left. You went to Levi’s office, who was with Kuchel.

“Hey. How was–.” Levi started to ask but stopped when he saw you trying to hold back yours tears.

“Armin said it. In front of so many people – it was… horrible.” you cried.

“Ma-ma?” Kuchel crawled towards you.

Levi stood up and came to hug you while Kuchel was grasping on your leg. 

“Y/N, they never mean it.” Levi reassured you.

“But…” you shook your head, “there was so many people watching us! No, they were staring at us.”

“Do you want me to go and talk to Armin?”

“No! It’s fine.” you sighed. “I mean… at this rate I’m used to it now.” you tried to laugh it up, but just ended up continuing sobbing.

“Ma-ma no cry!” Kuchel tried to comfort you.

“I’m not.” you smiled picking her up.

Levi and you spend the day playing with Kuchel – you tried to forget what Armin said and Levi wanted you not to think about it too much. Playing with Kuchel was one of the solutions. When it was time to eat, Levi suggested that he should just brought the food so you could eat in his office.

While Levi was gone, you gave Kuchel her toys and went to the bathroom. When you came back, Armin was playing with Kuchel.

“Armin. Hey.”

“Hey.” Armin mumbled. “Mh, I knocked on the door, but no one answered.”

“It’s ok.”

After a few minutes of silence, Levi entered the room with the food and stopped when he saw Armin. Levi looked at you and put the food on his desk.

“Do you need me to stay?” Levi whispered.

“Can you come back in ten minutes with Kuchel please?”

“Yeah.” Levi took Kuchel and left.

“I’m sorry about what I said.” Armin apologised looking at his feet. “I didn’t mean it.”

“It’s okay.”

“No, it’s not! I never should’ve said it on front of these people. I never should’ve said anything at all because it’s not true. I don’t think that.”

“Then why did you? Because… It’s just that these past few weeks, I,” you sighed loudly, “I heard that a lot…”

“Mom…” Armin frowned before hugging you. “I’m sorry.”

When you asked Armin what made him say it, he just avoided the question, saying that it was not important. Then, Levi came back so Armin left. He asked you what Armin had said, you told him that Armin did not say much.

A few days passed and you started to forget about that incident, but Levi wanted to know why it happened in the first place. That was why he asked Armin to meet him in his office one morning.

“What happened that morning?” Levi asked him.

Armin instantly knew what he was talking about and immediately looked away.

“I–.” Armin hesitated.

“No need to lie to me. I’ll know and you would just be wasting our time.”

“I heard people talking.” Armin whispered weakly. “They were saying things… like how weird it was for us to call her ‘mom’. And I thought, maybe that’s true.” Armin explained slowly. “I don’t know, I guess I wanted to show to these people that… it wasn’t true.”

When Armin was done talking, Levi nodded and let Armin leave. Levi never told you because Armin asked him not to. Armin never told anyone else what happened either – it was now their secret.

//

After that incident where you got badly injured, the cadets were having a hard time at night as well, especially for Armin and Jean who had to witness your body being thrown away. Both of them saw your body falling from a high level without being able to help.

Armin felt guilty because if he were not for him, you never would have got injured. After you woke up, he never really talked with you because of that guilt. You tried to talk to him because you wanted to make sure he was doing great, but every time he saw you, he would just walk away.

He would very often get nightmares too – it would often be about you regretting saving him, about you telling him that he should stop talking to you. He was scared.

“Armin,” Mikasa called him, “are you ok?”

“Yes. Why?” Armin answered absent-minded.

“You don’t look like yourself since… you know. Did you talk to–.”

“No.”

“Go talk to her.” Mikasa advised her friend.

After a few days of doing nothing, Mikasa decided to come to you because she was worried for Armin.

“I think Armin isn’t… He’s not ok.” Mikasa told you one morning.

“He’s been avoiding me I know. I thought giving him some space would be good, but I will talk to him.”

“He’s probably in his room, he’s not going out much.” Mikasa informed you.

“Thank you.”

You walked to Armin’s room and opened it without knocking, knowing if you did, he would have pretended to not be here. Armin was still sleeping, so you took a chair and placed it beside his bed and sat down. You took the book next to his bed and started to read it.

“AAH!” Armin screamed when he woke up.

“Why are you screaming like this in the morning!” you quickly put the book down.

“What– why are you here?” Armina asked hiding under his blanket.

“Mikasa was worried about you, and so was I. Why have you been avoiding me?”

“I haven’t.”

“Armin,” you stood up so you could sit on his bed, “Just tell me what has been bothering you.”

“Do you hate me?” Armin asked slowly after a long silence.

“What? No! Why would I?”

“You were hurt because of me. I was careless and–.”

“Armin, I don’t hate you.”

“But you almost–. Because of me…”

“I don’t hate you; I could never hate you. And it was not your fault at all. It was mine; I was careless and I didn’t think before acting.”

“Ok, that’s… good.” then Armin mumbled something else.

“What?” you asked confused.

“I love you mom.” Armin said timidly, looking away.

“I love you too Armin.” you said hugging him. “Get dressed now, I will wait for you in the mess hall.”

“Don’t tell anyone I said that!” Armin screamed when you left.

He was really embarrassed about it, but he was glad he did it. You were glad too, and you did not tell anyone beside Levi – you were too happy to not tell him.

Mikasa Ackerman:

Levi and his squad were training at hand-on-hand combat as usual, only this time, Mikasa was so distracted she ended spraining her ankle. She did not tell anyone and walked on her feet as if nothing happened. Eren noticed though. He noticed how she was putting more weight on her uninjured leg.

“What’s wrong with you?” Eren asked her once they were alone.

“Nothing.”

“What’s wrong with your leg?” Eren insisted.

“Noth–.”

“It’s clearly swollen. Your ankle is twice the size of the other one!”

“I’m fine.”

“Did you tell mom yet?”

“No, why would I?” Mikasa asked.

“Because you’re hurt which means you’re not going tomorrow.”

“We don’t run or walk – I’ll be fine.” Mikasa told him before leaving.

Eren decided if to tell you himself because he knew how stubborn Mikasa was. He found you with Levi in his office.

“Eren, hi!” you greeted him.

“Talk.” Levi said annoyed. “Don’t just stand here silently.”

“She’s hurt but she doesn’t want to tell you. Her ankle, she probably sprained it when we were training. And she wants to go to tomorrow’s expedition like that.”

“Oh, I’ll go and talk to her then.” you told them. “I will be right back.”

You assumed Mikasa would be in her room at this hour, so you went to her bedroom. You knocked on her door and a few seconds, Mikasa opened the door.

“Can I come in?” you smiled.

“Mh, yes.”

You watched Mikasa carefully, but she was good at pretending to be ok. You sat on her bed before making small talk first. You asked her how the training went.

“Fine.”

“Eren told me that you hurt yourself.”

“I’m fine.” Mikasa answered coldly.

“If it’s true, I don’t want you to leave tomorrow.”

“I’m fine.” Mikasa repeated irritated.

“Show me your ankle.”

“No.”

“Mikasa.”

“I said I’m fine, so stop. It doesn’t even hurt and if I go to sleep right now, I’ll have enough rest.”

“No. It’ll be worse if you leave tomorrow so you’re not going. That’s an order.” you concluded.

“You’re not my superior!” Mikasa shouted.

“Oh, you think Levi would disagree with me?” you laughed sarcastically.

“Well, you’re not my mother to decide something like this!” Mikasa argued.

“Mik–.”

“No, I- I’m sorry.” Mikasa immediately apologised. “I’m sorry.” Mikasa repeated.

“It’s ok.” you whispered. “It’s ok.”

“I’ll stay here tomorrow.” Mikasa agreed looking down.

“Do you need me to stay here with you tomorrow?”

“No, it’s fine.”

“Okay. Then I’ll go now.” you stood up.

“You’re not mad right?” Mikasa asked timidly before you left. “I didn’t mean it, I was just…”

“I’m not,” you turned around, “I know you didn’t mean it.”

Mikasa nodded and you smiled at her before closing the door. When you went back to Levi, Eren was still here as well.

“Mom! What did she say?” Eren asked.

“She’ll stay here.” you reassured Eren, “you can go now.”

“Are you ok?” Levi asked you once Eren left.

“Yes.” you paused a second before repeating, “Yes, I’m ok.”

“Ok.” Levi smiled slightly before walking up to you to kiss you.

//

After your accident, Mikasa became overprotective of you. When Levi started to work again after a few weeks, he was reluctant to do so because that meant leaving you. Fortunately, Mikasa told him that she would stay and help you until he was over with work.

Mikasa would bring you food and help you with some of your paperwork too.

“How are you feeling today?” Mikasa asked you.

“I’m ok thanks to you. You really didn’t have to.”

“I wanted to.”

Mikasa spent an entire week with you and Kuchel. Levi was glad that Mikasa was with you since he knew how serious she was about your safety. One night, when Levi came back pretty late, he found Mikasa sleeping in bed with you while Kuchel was in the middle, still awake. Levi gently took Kuchel and left with her.

“I guess I’ll sleep on the couch tonight.” Levi told Kuchel when he put her to sleep.

When he came back, he noticed that neither one of you had a blanket one you so before going to sleep, he put one on each of you.

In the morning, Mikasa was the first one to wake up. When she realised that she was in your bed, she quickly left the bed so she could leave, but before she could she looked at you and said: “I love you mom.”, thinking you were asleep.

“Mmh, I love you too Mikasa, now go back to sleep.” you mumbled still half asleep.

Mikasa’s eyes widened and left quickly thinking she had dreamt it. Levi was the next one to wake up but decided to continue to sleep next to you when he saw that Mikasa was no longer in the bed.

“Morning.” you said half awake. “Hey. Where did you sleep?”

“Couch.” Levi answered holding you tightly.

“M’sorry ‘bout that.”

“It’s ok.”

After you both brushed your teeth and washed your face – you went to eat. Mikasa was already in the mess hall with her friends, and she kept avoiding your gaze.

“What’s the matter with you?” Eren asked Mikasa.

“Nothing.”

“Mom!” Eren yelled, “come eat with us!”

Mikasa ate her breakfast really quickly before leaving. Eren and Armin were confused as much as Levi was. You were confused at first too, but then you remember what Mikasa had said to you before leaving – you excused yourself and went after her. You found her in her room, hiding under her blanket. You sat down and tried to take the blanket off.

“Mikasa come on, don’t be embarrassed.”

“How can I not?”

“Do you want to know a secret?” you waited for an answer but Mikasa did not say a thing, “You’re not the only one who said it so there’s no need to be embarrassed...”

“What?” Mikasa suddenly stood up. “Who did?”

“You know… some of them.” you admitted before leaving as if nothing happened.

“I need to know.” Mikasa murmured to herself.

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Dark Shenanigans - Nandor x (f)reader

Summary: It’s Nadja’s something hundredth birthday, with that said, you’re on a mission to make it great.

Warning: fluff, general vampire nonsense

Masterlist

“Yeah being a half vampire half human does have its perks. I mean for one I can do all that cool vampire shit and I can go out in the sunlight...so that helps for when they’re all being really annoying.” You admit with a casual shrug to one of the documentary cameras before turning to an isle of party supplies. “So anyways we’re at this store.”

The camera shifts to the multiple arras of supplies and materials at the local supermarket in Staten Island that you and your vampire lover’s human familiar, Guillermo, currently are. Specifically on the hunt for birthday decorations for Nadja and ghost Nadja who’s possessed a strange looking doll for the time being.

Since the other four actual full vampires can’t shop for themselves at this time of day or really in general, you and Guillermo have been given such an honorable task in making Nadja’s birthday the best one yet. Considering she’s the most well balanced in the head out of the four of them and is the only other lady of the manor.

“Hey Y/N, how’s this look?” Wonders Guillermo as he holds up a bunch of Mardi Gras beads of yellows, purples, and greens. “Comments, questions, concerns?” He adds with a small smile.

Eyeing up the beads, your head shifts over to the other various colors, “Hrmm, G I’m feeling the vibe you’re going for this year and I like it, but let’s go with Nadja colors.”

Guillermo’s dark eyes light up at your positive suggestion, “Right! So the red and black ones then?”

“Yup. She’ll love that shit.” You state with a satisfied nod of approval, “Let’s get some black and gold confetti from over there and oh, those masquerade masks look cool as fuck.”

You pick up and test out various masks in the background as Guillermo adds some bits of dialogue for the documentary crew, “Um yeah she’s really cool isn’t she.” He says with a smile while glancing at you then back to the camera, “Which is kind of odd since Y/N’s been with Nandor since 1793 so you’d think she’d be a little more like them but no, she’s super chill and really nice.” Suddenly his face goes a bit serious as he leans in to whisper, “But she did kill a whole street gang once when they threw a slur at me so I wouldn’t mess with her. For your safety.”

The camera pans back over to an oblivious you who’s put on a masquerade mask and is swinging a plastic light saber around with a whole lot more accuracy and grace then would a normal person. The camera then pans back to Gullimero, “Um, I’m just gonna....make sure she doesn’t smack anyone.”

——

Arms full of groceries of food for you and Gullimero, as well as random party decorations for Nadja’s birthday tomorrow night, you use the bottom of your boot to skillfully open the door as the documentary crew and Guillermo follows suit. Guillermo now on the verge of falling over with the large heart shaped pillow in his arms that’s covering most of his body.

You don’t feel tired in the slightest due to your half vampiric abilities so this is nothing to you, “Alright.” You state, turning on your heel to face the crew and Guillermo, “They’re asleep so we gotta be extra sneaky now, I don’t want Nadja catching us with all this cool spooky birthday shit. Everyone to the attic!” You whisper yell before leading the charge to the attic.

They all follow as quietly and as quickly as they can and then soon enough in no time are you and Guillermo back outside in the sunny garden trying to figure out if you should blow up the giant sea monster pool floaty.

“I mean it would look cool as hell and no doubt out-do whatever the fuck boring thing Lazlo probably has planned.” You quip with a shrug while the two of you stare thoughtfully at the small gloomy dark pond. “He’s got no chance with us. I’ve won best decorator and card maker for two hundred years in a row.”

Guillermo side eyes you in honest amazement, “Wow that’s a lot of years. And cards.”

“I know. I was an artist in the 12th century but my no good terrible good for nothing piece of garbage trash sexist human husband, who I was forced to marry when I was only sixteen, took all the credit for my artwork in that era.” You confirm with a growl, “But it stings less because once I finally grew into my powers and strength at eighteen I simply made his untimely demise look like an accident.” You add with a smirk.

“Oh, wow.” Mutters the intrigued familiar.

“Precisely. The old fool was thrown off his horse because I told Philip, the horse, to throw him off. And he did. Which killed the idiot so I got the house and all of his money.”

“That’s......neat.” Mutters Guillermo as he shoots the camera crew from behind you and him a nervous look. “Uh the suns going down so I should probably help Nandor out of his coffin.”

Raising your head to the sky you immediately see how the sun has begun to paint the clouds in beautiful colors of oranges, reds, light pinks, and darkening purples. “Oh, how bout that. Yeah alright let’s get inside.” You nod to Guillermo before turning to walk towards the manor’s giant mahogany doors.

——

Turning the handle and walking a couple feet into the large main room that holds itself as a sort of crossroads for all the other various connecting hallways and staircases. You don’t make it even three more steps towards the left ascending staircase before you hear the highly recognizable voice of your one and only.

“Y/N! My lovely wife and favorite person still ever so lovely!” Announces Nandor loudly with a grand smile showing off his pearly white fangs, “How I have missed you and your morning kisses. Where have you been off to?” He wonders softly as you smile a big dumb love-struck grin right back up at him, you’d absolutely die to hear that accent one last time.

“I can’t tell you right now it’s a secret!” You whisper yell back, causing his thick dark brows to scrunch up in confusion.

“But I am your lovely strong puff dragon Y/N.” Whines Nandor adorably as you roll your eyes at the cameras before looking back up at him.

“Fine. Come here then.”

In an instant he’s at your side, excitedly awaiting what secretive news you will tell him, “Okay, so we know it’s Nadja’s birthday tomorrow right?”

“Yes. I remember because she hasn’t shut up about it.”

“Right. So me and Gullimero got some fun surprise birthday party decorations and they’re in the attic and we can’t tell Nadja.”

Nandor gives you a knowing look of affirmation as he leans in closer to you, his demeanor suddenly shifting into a more saddened one, “You went shopping without me?” He says quietly.

Leaning up to give him a quick peck on the cheek your hands instantly find his, “Just for a little while, but I still need to find more stuff so....you wanna come?”

Nandor’s big dark eyes light up with joy as you hand him a kind smile, “Yes! Let us go in search of unknown treasures for our lady friend Nadja so she will not be mad at us for terrible dull gifts of friendship.”

Laughing you give his hands a playful squeeze, “Come on I’ll race you to Party City!” You say before leading him past the camera crew and Guillermo who simply watches the two of you leave, glad to have an hour of peace.

“There’s a whole city for partying? Y/N why have we never been to this place?”

——

“Y/N there are no people partying here.” Whines your vampire lover in puzzlement as he follows you from the entrance to a side isle. “You said this was a city for partying.”

“That’s just the name of the store Nans.” You retort with a small chuckle as he looks from right to left at all the color coded party plates and napkins galore.

“Well the title is very misleading.”

“Agreed.”

Turning to the right you guide him towards the decretory pirate themed isle in search of something that will peak his interest. Also you wanted so badly to make it to this spot but Gullimero was a man on a mission so your intention was thwarted for when you had Nandor with you.

Speed walking down the pirate themed isle you quickly halt all movement as Nandor’s large body stops within less than an inch from your back. Smiling brightly you snatch the desired object in front of you and as swift as a cat turn to face him.

“Have you come for a dual my old enemy?” You speak slyly, eyes narrowed as you hold the foam sword right in front of his face. “I sense a nervousness about you. Tell me, are you ready to face your inevitable bloody end?”

Staring at the pointy foam, his dark puppy eyes shift over to you as an adorable fangy grin breaks out across his pale face, “Seems you have come prepared, oh radiant and alluring seductress. Well, so have I!” Shouts Nandor before grabbing two foam swords from off the rack and swinging them in both hands like a mad man.

Taking a cautious step back you hold your pathetic five dollar sword in both hands like a true warrior ready for battle, “Only one shall leave this place alive.” You affirm with a smirk, “And it’s not going to be you.”

“Arrrrrggg.” Bellows your lover as he charges you like the true conqueror that he once was. But all to soon do you swiftly duck under his arms and swat him over his stomach with a confident thwack sound.

He makes a puny little “oww” as you turn around to face him once again, “Y/N you hit me kind of hard.” He complains, looking rather defeated and genuinely hurt that you could have intentionally injured him on purpose.

Bringing the plastic weapon down to your side once again, your face suddenly softens as you walk over to him, “Come here you big baby.” You quip sincerely as he leans down so you can give his cheek a quick kiss.

Rising back to his full height, Nandor almost blushes as the corners of his eyes crinkle into a happy smile, “Actually it didn’t hurt at all I just wanted you to kiss me.” Reveals the vampire with a proud grin as you simply roll your eyes.

“Should have known.” You add before turning and snatching up four more plastic foam pirate swords for the others. “Alright let’s get outta here, follow me my love, to the checkout line we shall purchase our weapons of war and partying on the high seas.” You announce with gusto as Nandor stands proudly at your side, ready to follow you anywhere.

“Yes. To check out.”

——

Kicking open the unlocked door, Nandor bursts into the vampire residence with bags full of goodies for Nadja’s birthday party. You right behind him but less dramatically, “We’re back!” You shout to no one in particular as Colin Robinson suddenly appears from out of nowhere, looking ready to leave with his funny little hat and usual beige jacket.

“Oh hey guys,” He starts with a friendly nod, “I’m just heading out on the town tonight. I guess there’s a fair or something in the park and I wanted to test my skill at the ball toss. I’ve been reading up on the body mechanics and how the game is set up which seems pretty basic all in all. Also I really want to win a stuffed bear this time, it might add a little pizazz to my room. Welp see ya’round.” Adds Colin before walking past the two of you without another word and out into the night he goes with some of the camera crew following close behind.

Nandor turns to you with a look of annoyance, “Jeesh I thought he would never leave. Let’s go to your room I want to kiss you some more now.”

“Why my room?”

“Because since you are half vampire you get to sleep in a bed and because I am a full vampire I sleep in a coffin.” Inquires Nandor while looking at you with those big beautiful dark eyes of his, “And my coffin is too small for cuddles so your room will suffice.”

“Yeah that’s a fair point.” You shrug before following him to your room.

After many cuddles leading to other more rated R type activities that lasted until just about sunrise, you finally got some well needed rest while the sun shone high in the sky until she began her dramatic descend back into oblivion. Opening your eyes you slowly rise from out of your comfy bed, already missing the presence of your obsidian eyed lover.

He gets too nervous about your closed windows for fear that the sun might burn him which would be impossible because you black out the glass. But alas, he’s very cautious about these types of things and won’t risk it for anything, though he feels bad about leaving you in the morning, you understand.

Suddenly it dawns on you that today or perhaps tonight, is Nadja’s birthday and you completely forgot to set up any decorations. Shit, how stupid. Throwing the blankets off of you, your feet move quick as you speedily change yesterday’s outfit for something a bit nicer and more clean.

Racing out of your room and into the dimly lit manor hallway, you make a bee line for the attic but before you’re able to reach the steps, Guillermo runs into you, just about knocking you into a wall of various stolen ancient weapons. Sharp ones at that.

That was close.

“Y/N are you okay!” Worries the familiar as you quickly gather your bearings.

“Guillermo! The decorations! Nadja’s birthday!” You whisper yell as the human man simply smiles. “Why are you smiling, this situation does not call for smiles.”

“Don’t worry. While you were sleeping I set up all the decorations.” He replies with a shrug, “No problem.”

“What? But that must have taken you all day, you could have asked me for help. I would have come.” Your brows furrow as he shakes his head, though you still feel bad for not helping with anything.

“Well I did try, but um,” Gullimero awkwardly clears his throat, giving the camera a quick glance, “Nandor was with you and last time I asked for you while you and him where having alone time he threatened to carve out my eyeballs and force feed them to me.”

Pinching the bridge of your nose in annoyance you take a deep breath, “Sounds like him. Very creative when he wants to be, alright, well....where’s everyone?”

“Oh, they’re not up yet. I was actually on my way to get you. I made blood popsicles and the pool floaty is all done and in the pond.” He says with a sense of pride for his decorating skills. “I think she’ll like what we’ve come up with this year.”

-

Standing in the living room with your three fellow immortals you search a dresser for her card, “Oh shit where’s my card? I could have sworn I had it yesterday on my dresser but I don’t remember seeing it there in the morning. Maybe it’s in this one?”

“Witches!” Hisses Nadja as you huff in frustration, where the hell did you put that damn card?

“Oh, Y/N my love,” Intervenes Nandor with a gentle tug of your sleeve, “I took it with me when I left your room before sunrise because I wanted to put my name on it too so she would know it’s from us.”

“What?” Replies Lazlo dramatically, “Now hold on just a damn minute, this card competition is individually scored so I won’t be having any of this nonsense. I worked really hard on mine this year.”

“Oh lick a donkey’s arse, look here,” You retort with, quickly holding up the card for Nadja, “there are two separate drawings on ours so either way if one of us wins she gets both our pictures. So you better hope your drawing doesn’t resemble a night clubs bathroom wall.”

“Yeah.” Mutters Nandor, who’s hiding behind you while resting both hands on either one of your shoulders as you glare at Lazlo.

“Fine.” Agrees Lazlo begrudgingly, “And mine will be amazing, this bitch of paper took me a whole six months to plan and produce. Can’t get quality this good anywhere else I guarantee it.” Adds Lazlo with a firm nod of self approval as you glance at the nearby camera.

“Right, okay everyone sit it’s time for presents. I want to know what you all got me.” Beams Nadja excitedly as she smiles a fangy grin in delight, plopping herself down in one of the arm chairs. Lazlo quickly finding the other one while you and Nandor seat yourself on the large couch. Colin and Guillermo finding somewhere to sit close by respectfully.

“Well, all I can say is hold onto your socks my dear cause this is going to blow you away.” Smirks Lazlo as he pulls a small box from out of his jacket pocket.

“If it’s a self made business card that says invitation to sexy town I will puke.” You deadpan while Nandor laughs from beside you, causing Lazlo to lose his smirk as Nadja hides her amusement the best she can manage.

“He he, sexy town, nice one Y/N.” Mutters Nandor with a proud grin as you raise a brow at Lazlo who’s giving you a hard glare.

“Oh, my dear pumpkin pie love, don’t listen to Y/N I will love anything you gift me.” Encourages Nadja with a bright welcoming smile, no doubt immediately boosting Lazlo’s once irked mood.

Rolling your eyes you shift a bit to find yourself leaning into Nandor’s body as Nadja opens up the rest of the vampire residents various gifts. A joyous fangy smile gracing her pale features every single time, revealing this birthday party was a thrilling success.

After much more fun that just about lasts throughout the whole night, and some rare but hilarious attempts at dancing between the five of you vampiric individuals. You’re feeling rather sleepy and you can tell Nandor is ready for a trip to dreamland as well.

Swaying to the lowly playing record instrumental, you hold Nandor tight while simultaneously enjoying the feeling of him so close, him doing just the same as he keeps you firmly pressed against his chest. His long dark hair tickles your face as he presses his head to your cheek, doing his absolute best to keep the flow without tripping up.

Sensing his growing fatigue, you gently squeeze his hand, “My love the sun will be up soon, let’s get you to bed, yes?”

A small lazy smile tugs at the corners of his lips while he looks down to meet your gaze, “But my dark angel I’m not tired. I want to dance with you a little longer.” He whines adorably before failing to conceal a big yawn.

Giggling, you lean back to slowly lead him towards the door, “That yawn says otherwise.”

“That wasn’t a yawn Y/N, I was just smiling really big.” He protests, though he still follows your lead to the door.

“I’ve never seen anyone smile like that.” You add with a raised brow.

“Well maybe that’s just how I smile.”

Letting out a breathy snort, you pull away from him to at last take his one hand, “Come. I can’t have a single ray of that dreaded sun to get a taste of your precious skin. Not on my watch.”

Glancing at the closed front door, Nandor squeezes your hand, “Well um, now since you’ve mentioned the sun...I think I’d like to go to my crypt now.” He says, the flash of worry crossing over his face for only a brief moment.

“You sure? I mean a sunrise is pretty beautiful if I’m being honest and I know you never get to see them...”

“Not funny Y/N. And not fair, you know I can’t because I am full vampire.”

“And you’re missing out.”

“And I’d like to stay alive Y/N.”

“Aren’t you dead?”

“Yes and I am your only husband so I need to stay not burnt to a crisp.”

Chuckling, you follow him down the hallway, “Oh really? Don’t want me finding myself with another vampiric lover? Some new beast to sweep me off my feet and take me away into the night.” You tease.

Side eyeing you, he frowns, “No. Don’t I sweep you off your feet?”

Stepping into his crypt you stop him with your hand against his bicep, “Always.” You whisper sincerely with a quick wink, causing him to break out into a big fangy grin.

“Good. And if anyone would try and whoo you I would make sure there would be no more whooing again!” Exclaims Nandor, making the candles rise in flame for only a short second at his rise in emotion for how much he loves you.

“I don’t doubt they would fall by your blade. Not for a second.”

#nandor the relentless #Nandor x reader #nandor x you #nandor x y/n #what we do in the shadows #what we do in the shadows x reader #vampire fun yeah #love my big huggable vampire #:)

[fightxxmexxshiggy]

HOT DAY AND A TIRED MAN

This fic is dedicated to @lovelyladyraven for being my first ever paid commission.

Shouta Aizawa x fem reader

Tw:dangerous situation, breeding, OVERSTIMULATION

Word count: 3.5k

This was not how you had planned to spend your day. Your boss had decided that the roof needed to be cleaned on the second hottest day this summer! Of course you were the only one who had just finished up their task so he sent you to do it by yourself with a promise of sending the next available person up to switch with you soon. Instead you had spent two hours cleaning up dirt and shining the vents on a roof that no one but maintenance workers ever set foot on! Once you had seen how much time had passed you went to the door with every intention of stomping down the stairs and clocking out, not willing to do overtime just to clean a roof. But the knob wouldn't turn no matter how hard you pulled. You banged on the door a few times only to realize that one of the idiots that you work with had locked the door. Quickly you took out your phone and called the store phone no answer, then your boss's phone no answer, then you called the two other coworkers who had been working with you today. Not a single person answered you! You went over to the side of the building that looked over the parking lot seeing that all their cars were already gone from their usual spots. The bastards had left for the day and left you locked on the roof with no way to go home or even get water. You tried for another 30 minutes to reach your boss and coworkers only for them to start rejecting your calls. They did this on purpose. You went and sat in the shade of the roof door access and took a few calming breaths. You knew that they weren't going to come back until tomorrow and you also knew that they probably expected you to sit up here and cry waiting till morning for them to come and "save" you. So instead you looked up the number for the local fire department. Once someone picked up you heard a deep gravelly voice through the speaker. 

"Fire station 6 what can I help you with?" 

The man seemed tired and kind of put out but instead of apologizing for bothering him like your brain was screaming at you to do, you cleared your throat and spoke. You gave him a detailed rundown of your situation and explained that you would have called the emergency line first except your boss's wife worked the police directory and if he was locking you on the roof like this you were afraid that his wife would just not send anyone to help you. It was a small town and things like that were constantly looked over as long as you knew the right people. He hummed in agreement.

" That's sad but true. I know your boss and his wife well enough that you're probably 100 percent right about what they would do and how they would cover this up. They've done it before. Me and a few guys will be there in about 20 minutes to come get you down. Just keep calm and do your best to stay out of the sun until then we don't need you getting any more dehydrated than you already are."

He gave a quick goodbye and hung up. You breathed a sigh of relief knowing that you had chosen correctly when you called the fire station. You sat in the shade and tried to put a face to the voice of the tired firefighter who would be coming to free you from your rooftop prison. Like a fool you had never asked his name. As you thought about it you started to get a bit lightheaded. It had definitely been too long since you had any water. The heat was starting to get to you now that your adrenaline had stopped pumping so hard. With nothing else to do you layed down as much in the shade as you could and did a breathing exercise. During your exercise you must have blacked out because the next thing you knew you were being carried down the stairs in a set of strong arms. 

The person carrying you was speaking to you but you couldn't make out what they were saying over the fog that was covering your brain. You knew the sound of that voice though. It was the tired firefighter but he sounded a whole lot less tired and a whole lot more angry. You really hoped he wasn't angry at you. Maybe you were too heavy and he was annoyed at having to lug you down the stairs. With a weak hand you reached up maybe to apologize somehow, but ended up cupping his cheek. His stubble felt funny in your already funny feeling hand. He stopped walking at the feeling of your hand on his face. You still couldn't open your eyes so instead you mumbled a garbled sorry and proceeded to pass back out going limp. The last thing you heard was the tired firefighter yelling at someone, maybe you?

You woke up again this time to the feeling of something plastic on your face. Opening your eyes was still a bit too much for you so you listened and tried to figure out what was going on. You vaguely remember the tired voice you had spoken to before you felt light headed and the feeling of being carried. As you listened you could make out the sounds of machines. Slowly you took stock of your body. You were sore and kinda warm but you could move a little bit. You breathed deeply, finally realizing that the plastic was an oxygen tube. You were definitely in the hospital then. After a few more minutes your eyes were in good enough condition that you opened them to look around the room. When you did you saw someone slumped in the chair in the corner. This was incredibly strange since you had no family in this town. Doing your best you cleared your throat preparing to ask who they were. At your sound the person's head shot up, eyes wide. 

It was a man with tired eyes and long black hair that was on the scruffy side; it easily matched the stubble of a beard on his chin and cheeks. He stood up definitely tall enough to tower over you even when you were standing up yourself. The man walked to your bedside and took a deep breath before speaking. 

"It's good to see you awake little one. I was beginning to think you weren't going to wake up. I'm the firefighter you spoke to asking for help when you were on the roof. I have a lot to explain to you but I'm gonna call the doctor in and have them look you over before anything else."

He called out into the hall after that and a doctor and a nurse bustled into the room within minutes. Your throat was too dry to answer their questions so you stuck to little nods and head shakes as they began to check your vitals and adjust your iv drip. Once they were sure you were stable enough you were once again left with your savior and no voice to thank him with. He came closer and pulled the chair along with him to settle in for your conversation. 

"So you've been out of it for about 3 days. You got sunstroke while you were on the roof and your boss had double locked the door to get in and the door to the roof which slowed us down in getting to you. Your boss and his wife and your 2 coworkers have all been arrested. It was your boss's idea though apparently he kept hitting on you but you didn't give him the time of day so he wanted to teach you a lesson. His wife had your name flagged so that if you had called for help it would have given a dispatcher a notification to ignore you as a false reporter. His wife found out about his interest in you and was planning on making sure you were stuck on that roof all night. Your coworkers just went along with it because they didn't want to deal with your boss's anger."

Hearing all this pissed you off beyond belief. They could have killed you all because you would be a man's mistress and the man's wife would rather hurt someone than confront her husband. He looked at your face and patted your knee knowing there was nothing he could say that would make you feel any better about this. You looked up at him and grabbed his hand and brought it to your forehead, touching his knuckles there before placing a kiss on them. You were kind of happy that you couldn't really talk just yet because the blush on this man's cheeks was well worth the dry throat. He poured you a cup of water and handed it to you. You gave him a small smile and drank it gratefully. 

Eventually you could speak some and the two of you formally introduced yourselves. He was Shouta Aizawa, the fire station chief and local fire safety instructor for this area. He hadn't felt right leaving you alone after he had gotten you off the roof and found that you lived alone in this town. He came off very blunt and serious but you could see his deep kindness in his actions. The doctors came back in, cutting your conversation short and making Shouta go back to his spot in the corner. After a few more checks the doctors cleared you to go home the following day as long as you had someone to watch over you for the next three days till your follow up appointment was. You frowned cause you did have any close friends who could do that for you. As you pondered over it you heard Shouta's voice over the doctor's. 

"If you don't have a problem I can have you stay over in the guestroom at my house. I was already on a temp leave due to watching over you here so it wouldn't be much different with you at my house."

This man with a deep whiskey voice truly had a heart of gold. Not one to look a gift horse in the mouth you readily agreed. After you had been up a few more hours and had a little bit to eat, Shouta left with the promise of a freshly cleaned room waiting for you tomorrow. You fell asleep that night feeling more cared for than you ever truly had. You woke up again slightly disoriented and thirsty but in much better condition than you had been the day prior. It was early so you took your time shaking the numbness out of your limbs and getting back your bearings. The nurse came in fussing about you standing with calling anyone to be a catcher for you. She stopped fussing though when she realized that you were indeed stable enough to walk to the bathroom alone. 

Shouta had called the nurses station around 10 to let them know he'd be there by 12. With a few puppy dog looks you had a shower chair and an orderly who helped wash your hair and walk you back to bed. They had given you some hospital pajamas that you happily wore instead of the ugly gowns you had woken up in. You were clean and relaxed by the time Shouta had arrived to sign you out of the hospital. A nurse came around with a wheelchair and wheeled you down to the exit while the car was brought around. Shouta opened the door for the backseat but instead of giving you a hand to climb in he leaned down and scooped you out of the chair. Once you had been sat comfortably on the seat he shut the door leaving you with a moment to appreciate just how strong his arms were.

The drive to Shouta's home was relatively quick as is the way of small towns. His house was nice and seemed to be a cozy ranch style. After pulling into the garage you tried to get out yourself only to be caught up against a hard chest as your legs gave out the moment they were made to take your full weight. You looked up to see an exasperated glare. Part of your brain filled with chastised thoughts as the other filled with dirty thoughts. You really had to be better behaved when It came to your savior and benefactor but with him being so sinfully attractive it was kinda hard to do. Once again you were carried by the tired man this time into his home and deposited on the lone couch in his living room. He sat on his coffee table and faced you with a sigh. 

"You're really gonna have to rely on me for a few days brat. Your body is trying to heal and you pushing it as you just did isn't doing the process any favors."

You sighed and agreed with him. After a short conversation about a few things you might need from the store and checking about any food allergies he got ready and  headed to the store. You sat alone watching tv before clicking into his YouTube app to see what he watched most. A loud laugh burst from your chest as you realized that most of his watch history was full of cat videos and a few interviews with a local late night radio host. You watched the radio hosts videos thoroughly entertained by his boisterous personality. The next thing you knew you were being shaken awake by Shouta having fallen asleep with videos still playing on the tv. He helped you up and walked you to the bathroom and waited outside before scooping you up yet again. He was making it so damn hard not to think dirty thoughts when he kept carrying you around as if you were a small animal or something. Like sir the butterflies are in the stomach now but they will quickly fly south if you keep being so quietly sexy. A few hours later you were lying in bed when your thoughts finally got the best of you and had you touching your pussy as images of Shouta glaring down at you with his arms crossed showed behind your eyelids.

You had no idea how loud you were being as you rubbed your clit harshly, trying to get to the finish line. As you came you choked out his name. While you panted and came down from your high Shouta made his way back to his room quietly. He leaned back against his door and made a call before laying in his bed to jerk his very hard, very neglected cock. His brain kept replaying the sounds you made, the way you choked out his name as you came, how a satisfied little smile curled on your lips after you reached the finish line. He came with a growl, satisfied but not. He was definitely going to end up in trouble by the end of the week and he couldn't find it in himself to care. The following two days followed the same pattern, spending the day together and spending the night getting off to thoughts of the other in separate rooms. Though you were surprised to find that Shouta regularly walked around the house in nothing but sweatpants holding a full mug of coffee. On the fourth day you had become well enough to no longer need to be carried or walked everywhere. You were a little confused by Shouta's attitude as he had been glaring at the space above your head for most of the day. Finally tired of him doing this, you confronted him about it. You were not expecting his answer in the slightest. 

"I've spent the last three nights hearing you play with your pussy while calling my name, I'm hard enough to hammer nails and I can't get out any over this energy cause I'm supposed to be watching out for you. All I wanna do is fuck you till you lose your mind. me glaring above your head has been me doing my best not to seduce you like an asshole."

He said everything in such a deadpan manner that you couldn't help but laugh. Once you caught your breath you grinned at him and pulled your shirt off over your head. Sitting on his couch with your tits hanging free and your nipples hardening in the cool air you proceeded to play with them. You were immediately picked up and taken to his room before being dropped on the bed. Never let it be said that the tired man couldn't move fast as you were stripped of your remaining clothes before he stripped himself bare. He pulled you to the edge of his bed by your ankles and dropped to his knees, a fierce smile on his lips. 

"Been wanting to taste this bratty pussy for days. Bet it's as sweet as it looks."

His first lick was long. From your hole all the way over your clit. The squeak you let out at the feeling only made him more hungry. He spent what felt like an endless amount of time licking and thrusting his tongue as deep into your pussy as he could. By the time he finally gave your clit some much needed attention his chin was covered in pussy juice and your hole was fluttering as if it was seeking to be filled. Shouta teased you with a few small licks over your clit, making you whine and beg him to give you more. His arms wrapped around your thighs as he locked eyes with you and sucked your clit into his mouth. He sucked hard making you scream and thrash wildly. Your hands were buried in his hair as you squirted into his mouth. Your hips only stayed on the bed because of his strong arms keeping you in place. When he finally released your clit pussy juice was steadily leaking from your still twitching hole. 

"Oh did I break you already? You were so bold before and now you're just a mess. Think you can take my cock or do you want me to tuck you in for a nap."

The shit eating grin on his face was enough for you to pull his hair and glare at him. He sat up and shoved your wrists above your head to hold in one of his large hands. Slowly he worked his fat dripping cock into your almost too tight pussy. You whined and moaned his name as he finally bottomed out hitting your back wall. He stretched you more than you ever had been before but it was so damn good. Shouta started slow, one hand gripping your thigh as he ignored your demands for him to speed up.

"You're gonna take what I give you like a good girl or I'll just pull out and cum all over you right now."

That shut you up except for the constant stream of moans that left your throat. Just as you were finally getting used to being split by such a thick cock he changed his rhythm. Fast pounding thrusts that knocked the breath from your lungs were nearly constant. You didn't have enough breath to scream so you sobbed. Your half words were incoherent except for "sho please." Shouta leaned down and whispered in your ear as his thrusts once again spread up. He bit your ear lobe before making you lose your mind. 

"Such a tight little hole. I can't believe I had the strength to ignore it for three days. I could have at least eaten it while you laid back and rested. God I'm gonna have you for breakfast tomorrow." 

The utter heat in his words threw you over the edge making you cum so hard you began to shake. He growled as your pussy clenched down on him. Shouta sunk his teeth into the pillow by your head before shoving his cock against your cervix and shooting his cum against it. As soon as he finished cuming he started to thrust again. No slow start this time, just hard pounding thrusts that made you wail in pleasure. It didn't take long for you to cum again but Shouta lasted longer this time entirely fucking his cum out of you before finally cuming inside again just as deep as the first time. 

He pulled out and laid down next to you before pulling you on to his chest. You both panted trying to breathe like normal human beings again. Right as your breathing evened out you heard a voice from the doorway. And looked up to see the blonde radio host trailing his eyes over the two of you.

"I told you you wouldn't make it till I got home sho."

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