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marysixnumbers · 6 months

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Let Me Fix That For You

A/N: Just saw the fantastic Bottoms (2023), and wanted to write something with it, have this drabble! (Contains some spoilers)

Fandom: Bottoms

Words: 1,392

It was colder out than Josie thought. She could feel her fingers numbing on the steering wheel as she waited outside PJ's house, leaving the engine on so as to not cool the car down too much. Her eyes wandered over PJ's front windows, partially trying to determine if her friend was close to being ready, but mostly to avoid looking at the woman in her passenger seat.

Isabel. Josie still couldn't really believe the two of them were an item after so many years pining after her from the back of math class. Part of her - well, most of her - wanted to turn around and just kiss her, maybe more if they had the time - but she didn't know when PJ would be here, and she still wasn't sure if Isabel was, like, okay with that, and didn't she hear somewhere that being all aloof and indifferent made you ten times hotter than being needy or whatever?

"Hey." Josie felt a tap on her shoulder and pulled back from the window. "You seemed a little spaced out there. Watcha thinking about?"

Isabel was looking at her with a slight smile on her face, and a note of - was that worry? Anxiety, even? Shit, maybe she was being too aloof. Josie quickly found Isabel's hand and gave it a squeeze. "Nah, I'm fine. Just a long day, you know?" She summoned up an awkward smile of her own.

Her girlfriend's expression didn't change, but she seemed satisfied with Josie's answer, squeezing her hand back. "Wait a minute" - she gestured towards Josie's head - "Your hairtie's coming undone, I can get that if you want?"

Josie nodded, feeling Isabel take a loose strand of hair between her fingers, hearing Isabel murmuring about conditioner brands - though she was suddenly finding it hard to focus on the details, as she felt Isabel's nails barely graze the side of her neck. She shifted in her seat, trying to discreetly get away from her girlfriend's hand, but those fingers wouldn't leave her alone. Isabel's touch wasn't firm enough to hurt, but there was just enough pressure for it to really, really-

Before Josie knew it, Isabel was stroking under her chin, and she'd grabbed her hand and pushed it away, other hand clamped over her mouth to suppress any loose giggles.

"Woah, are you okay? Did I scratch you or something?"

"I'm good, I'm good. I'd just prefer doing it myself, that's all."

"Josie, are you sure? Because you kinda- Oh my God."

"What?"

"Oh my God, are you ticklish?

Josie blinked, momentarily at a loss for words.

"You're super ticklish, aren't you? Is that why you were moving around so much? Back there?"

She knew from past experience that outright denial was not the way to go, though admitting the truth didn't seem like a great plan either.

"Uhhh... yeah, I am. Ticklish, uh, I mean, I'm a little ticklish, yeah..."

"Oh m- How did I not know about this?"

Josie tried to answer, she really did, but when you have your crush of several years looming over you with a massive grin, after discovering your biggest weakness, without even being able to move from your chair, coherent thought becomes a little tricky.

"Um, well, you didn't know because I didn't tell you, and I didn't- I didn't tell you because I didn't think it would be information that you would be-"

She was literally at the edge of her seat, pressed up against the car door, but that somehow still wasn't far enough to escape Isabel's roving fingers.

"That you would be- ah! Interehested in! And I didn't think you'd be interested in it because - ohh, your hands are cold - because it doesn't benehehehefit either of us to know- okahehehey, okay that's a tickle spot, okay you founehehehed ihtahahaha! So we can just let this go, we don't need to do anything else related to- tickling, or me being tickled, or-ohmygod not there. That's really BAHAHAHAHAD!"

It wasn't simply being ticklish that embarrassed Josie. It was that she had no resistance whatsoever - one little tickle and the floodgates burst wide open. If she wasn't being tickled within an inch of her life, she might've realised that this is the loudest and hardest she's laughed in a long time, and certainly the most she's laughed in front of Isabel. Right now, though, all she could think of was how Isabel's fingers seemed to be all over her at once - her hip pokes, side squeezes, belly flutters, and rib tweaks felt like they happened seconds after each other. Curled up tightly on the car seat, her eyes tightly shut, she couldn't see Isabel reaching over her, theoretically giving her views she would've killed for in years past.

"This is so cute! I've never been with someone who is, like, this ticklish, you know?"

"NAHAHAHOHOHO THIHIHS IHIHIHISN'T CUTEAHAHAHAHAAH!"

"Hmmmm, I disagree~" Isabel swooped down to nibble on Josie's neck, prompting a round of wild cackles, before darting over to scribble on her knees, making Josie kick under the steering wheel so hard she thought the airbag would go off.

"WHAHAHAHT THE fuck, how did you know abouahAHAHAT THE KNEEHEHEHES, STAHAHAHP!"

"Oh, the knees? I guessed it. I can tell you're ticklish everywhere."

Josie squirmed like mad, slapping helplessly at the air, trying not to reveal how much her girlfriend's comments were getting to her. She was sure Isabel could talk to her like this and she'd be giggling without any physical contact.

"YOHOHOU'RE FUAHAHACKING KILLING MEHEHEHE!"

"Aw, but you're tough, you're the leader of the fight club! Wait... maybe our next session should be all about tickle fights! Only if I get paired with you, though, this is way too fun to pass up."

Why exactly was this so much worse than the last time she was tickled? Was it Isabel's nails, which had just enough purchase to find devilishly ticklish areas hitherto neglected? Was it Isabel jumping from spot to spot, not content until she'd wrung every kind of laughter out of poor Josie? Or was it the rush of being like this under Isabel, becoming a puddle of hysterics thanks to someone you'd known, feared, lusted after, and then finally loved, for the entirety of high school? Of finding yourself so vulnerable in her presence, just you and her, and the dizzying mix of emotions that came with that?

She felt Isabel's hands leave her body, her head still spinning as she panted like mad and gripped the sides of the driver's seat. She vaguely heard the back doors open, and a couple of voices paired with a blast of winter air from outside.

"Yeah, the dog took Hazel's notebook, we had to turn the house upside down looking for it, then I had to redo my makeup... Jesus, Josie! You look like you've run a marathon, what the fuck's happened?"

"Hi, PJ! Oh, she told me she was ticklish, so I tried it out on her. She wasn't lying!"

"You told her?! Josie, I know you're fucking head-over-heels for her already, but why-"

"Wait, she's ticklish?" Hazel piped up from the back seat.

"Like, incredibly, and she made me swear to never tell anyone, under pain of death, but now she's just giving it away-"

Josie gripped the steering wheel as her friends settled in the car. She looked over to Isabel, whose smile had still not left her face, even growing when she wiggled her fingers towards Josie and saw the other woman flinch.

Isabel reached over to Josie, the loud chatter in the back masking their conversation? "Are you okay? I didn't... go too hard? Or anything?"

"You're fine, it's cool. Gimme some warning next time?"

"Next time?"

"Uh, wait, I mean-"

Before she had time to think of an excuse, PJ poked her head between the front seats. "So, Isabel, did you know that if you put your lips on Josie's belly and blow real hard, she yells loud enough to wake up a whole slumber party?" She gestured to the cheerleader, who brought her hand to her mouth and giggled.

"What the fuck, PJ?"

"You're the one with no secrets anymore, pal. And between her shoulder blades-"

PJ was pulled into the back seat as Josie pulled away from the sidewalk as fast as she could, and drove off into the night.

#tickle fic #tickle story #bottoms movie tickle #mixed feeling about this one ngl #think i did some stuff well and other things not great #not sure about characterisation?#hope you like anyway - any feedback on anything i wouldn't mind hearing it

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yamirexic · 5 months

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lifeguard!bucky x reader: motel 6

my inspiration for this imagine:

dare short film

overall motel aesthetic

a oneshot that got taken down (I was quite sad so I needed to fill that void)

american dad season 10, ep. 6: this indie movie episode

the last days have been quite chaotic: you stranding in a random city cause your car broke down. luckily there was a motel close by so you checked in. it was a really nice motel, the indie summer vibes not fading away. you car still is somewhere to get fixed so you need to wait in this city till it's done. but not everything is entirely bad: you've started liking the lifeguard at the motel's pool. you went to the pool everyday, enjoying the sun and maybe also the tall man with brown shoulder length hair and azure eyes, roaming over the pool's surface to be sure that nobody drowns.

you also went to the pool at night cause it was empty, quiet and peaceful. this night though, you weren't left alone. you were currently sitting at the edge of the pool, legs in the water. you have your dirty pj on since you're a bit self conscious and also just to lazy to change or care. you actually didn't notice him at the beginning since you were caught up with your thoughts and the water moving.

"can't sleep or do you just wanna relax?", you hear a smooth, yet husky voice saying. you flinch a bit and turn around to see him. "I just like the peacefulness when no ones there", you answer with a flutter in your heart. "why are you here?" "same reason. and also cause it's nice to just go for a swim without needing to take care that no one drowns." he dives into the water smoothly. he resurfaces and drags his hand through his hair. you look at him in a somewhat dreamy gaze as you breathe in the summer night air deeply. "I never got to know your name since I got here some days ago", you say after awhile. "my name is James but call me Bucky", he answers as he swooshes around the water to stay afloat. "I'm Yami", you smile at him as you can't seem to get your eyes off of him.

you two stay quiet as you exchange smiles and laughs. he dives in the pool as you watch his every move, his muscles moving, stretching, tensing and relaxing. coming back up for air, he notices that you still look at him but you don't seem to really "be there", your head in the clouds. "something on your mind Yami?", he asks as he gets closer to investigate your face. you fall out of your dreamy trance, looking away for the first time. "actually yes, I have a lot of things on my mind currently but only one thing sticks out right now", you tell him with a bit of sadness in your eyes but also bliss and peace, the motel feeling like an escape from reality, a little break that wasn't planned. "would you mind to tell me?" he is quite close to you now, looking through wet strands of brunette hair with cerulean eyes. "do you promise me not to judge?" "I won't judge you, you can trust me doll." you grin at the nickname and take a deep breath, trying to calm down. "I have a liking for someone but they don't know. it's also quite tough since I've broken up with my boyfriend recently, sorry for getting so dark and deep." you look at the water surface as the water carefully moves around in small waves. "a boy or a girl?" he asks, interested in your problems, looking at you with soft features. "it's a boy this time. I don't know him but I would like to get to know him but I'm worried he might find me weird and creepy since one did in my past." "I understand you completely and I know what it feels like to be humiliated or feel rejected." he said with a caring face, flashing you a soft smile. you slip into the water carefully and you both swim more into the middle of the pool. "thanks for understanding and listening." you smile as you look at him. he inches closer to you.

"I noticed you sparing me glances in the course of the last days, don't think I haven't seen you daydreaming while looking at me." he smirks a bit as you look shocked, feeling embarassed by actually getting caught. you accept it though, cause you were quite bad at hiding it. "I'm sorry for that it's just...that you're quite attractive. I'm really sorry if you felt uncomfortable by that." he pulls you closer, mere inches apart, your skin touching his. "don't worry, I don't mind.", he answers as he does something you wouldn’t have expected but have dreamed of the last nights and days: he carefully leaned in and kissed you softly, his lips slightly wet. the kiss was passionate but ended to soon. he pulled away slowly, opening his eyes, his wet lashes sticking together in little traingles. you smile at him and lean your head on his shoulder. "you feel the same or was it just to make me feel better? whatever you say, it made me happier. thank you, Bucky." he chuckles and smiles at you, caressing your wet hair. "it's both" you chuckle as well, feeling hopeful for the first time in ages, the night endulging you in it's cooler (but still hot) air.

I haven't proof-read this so sorry if I have some typos in there

#bucky barnes #bucky x reader #james barnes #winter soldier!bucky x reader #winter soldier x reader angst #winter soldier #bucky x you #bucky fanfic #james bucky buchanan barnes #the winter soldier #funny shit #the avengers #captain america the winter soldier #marvel cinematic universe #marvel #lifeguard!bucky

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tathrin · 9 months

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✏ 🐺 ⚠ 📚 please! :D

Answers for this LotR ask-game.

✏ rewrites: here's a pencil, which ONE thing in the novels/films are you changing?

Oh gods, just one? Ughhh that's hard. Okay, even stretching the definition of "one thing" to the utmost limit to be an entire character subplot...I'm still torn between Give Arwen An Actual Coherent Plotline (which I think would do the best thing to fix for the movies) and Show Legolas And Gimli's Friendship Arc (because that's at least something that just gets largely overlooked-and-glossed-over with the occasional flicker of lip-service paid to it at random rather than being an absolute cluster-fuck of incoherent half-assed thoughts that stumble all over themselves without any actual fucking resolution/explanation like the Arwen Stuff). Much as I would personally like to see the latter, I think if I were actually given the chance to change one thing, then it would be the Arwen Situation just because that's such a fucking MESS and it really needs fixed.

If we're going with literally just one single thing, then: Denethor burns to death on the pyre instead of running like three fucking miles to the end of the city what the fuck.

🐺 GROND GROND GROND: which of the battles is your favourite to watch? is there a combat scene in particular that you enjoy?

The Battle of Helm's Deep. As much as it bothers me that the elves are there without any plausible explanation, and especially that they just fucking disappear from the entire plot as soon as it's over, it also looks so damn good to watch! And my irritation is mitigated by the GRIN that I absolutely cannot stop from breaking out over my features every single time I hear "that is no orc-horn!" and see the look on Théoden's face when Haldir walks in (and the smug little grin on Legolas's face too because let's face it, he doesn't get to be a little shit in the movies the way he is in the books and that is a crime) as well as by the absolute fucking BEAUTY of that battle itself, not least of all the heart-wrenching scene where Haldir dies. THAT MUSIC OH MY FUCKING GODS AM I RIGHT!? Gods, even when you're watching it as critically as possible and picking-out the bits where cause/effect break-down and narrative order was shuffled in ways that don't make logistical sense and picking up on the minute little errors and inconsistencies...it's still so damn fucking good.

(btw I know I cannot be the only one who noticed, but since it seems that many of the little details that the early movie-fandom used to talk over obsessively in the 2000s have fallen out of common knowledge in more recent years...who else desperately wants to see the footage of the cut where it's Legolas who hauls Gimli out of the water after the wall is breached, rather than Aragorn? Because it's Legolas's hand that actually pulls him up, but then the footage cuts to Aragorn helping Gimli away...but it was Legolas whose hand pulls him out of the water, Legolas who yeeted himself down the stairs on an orc-shield to get to Gimli, so why don't we get to see the rest of that!?)

PJ, the Extended Editions are godsends don't get me wrong...but could we have ALL the deleted footage sometime? Pretty pretty please with elevensies on top?

⚠ fucking buckleberry ferry: from the clip of Dom and Billy discussing the one swear word they could theoretically get by censors, which line would you change?

I honestly don't know, because I don't know that that would actually do anything to add to the weight of things? But a very soft, "oh fuck" when Théoden sees the Nazgûl flying towards him, perhaps!

📚 boxset: how were you first introduced to Middle Earth?

My little brother actually read them first, and he made me read them. I think I was in eighth grade? Give or take a year or two.

Our mom had a collection of "classic novels" that she'd gotten from some kind of book-club some years back, so we had copies of all four books on the "fancy shelves" in the living room next to all the "real literature" and boring biographies and stuff, so I read nice pretty leatherbound editions first, with lovely maps and illustrations, and I think that added to the "weight" of the story in a way, because none of my other fantasy/sci-fi books ever merited such treatment so it made them feel special.

But it also made me leery of reading them tbh, because I'd spent my whole youth being told that the books I liked were crappy books that just Could Not Compare to the Worthwhile Literature that real readers liked (and which were, imo, usually shit). So I'd actually ignored LotR my whole life because it was on the Fancy Book Shelf so I assumed they were also crap. But my brother insisted that I suck-it-up and read them anyway, and that I had to read all of them and not just The Hobbit and call it a day (he knows what a stubborn, contrary person I am, and that it was A: going to take several thousand words for me to give them a fair chance and also B: the Hobbit alone wasn't going to blow me away) and I was reluctant, but he persisted and I did and oh boy was he right. Then like one or two years later, we found out they were making movies so of course we had to re-read them so we'd be ready and I think we both read them at least a dozen times between then and the release of Fellowship, to the point where mom eventually bought us each our own paperback copies so keep us from pestering each other lmao.

(The Silm took a while. I had to literally trap myself on a train freshman year of college with nothing else to do in order to get through that one the first time shhhh.)

#lotr movies #middle earth asks #lord of the rings #me #arwen #legolas #gimli

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pinkpurpledreams · 3 months

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𝓨𝓸𝓾’𝓻𝓮 𝓰𝓸𝓷𝓷𝓪 𝓫𝓮 𝓸𝓴𝓪𝔂💋☁️💔

(Tw: Self harm, Kissing sh scars. This fic is very descriptive, Readers scars are fully healed)

Friends-Lovers

This fanfic is ☁️💋

(Reader is an empath)

Suguru Geto x Fem reader.

Character ai bot:https://beta.character.ai/chat?char=dUlca6rEhuk9e7WEU49JRiqEoGvScUNI8eZf6A2X5MQ

(not mine)

(First part is copy and pasted from the ai bot, In not anyway is the bot related or made by me this is just an extension of the conversation i had with it. First part is changed just to fit the fic)

(a/n! Like I expressed last post, I haven't really watched JJK yet only the first five episodes of season two, So I'm really not sure why Geto hides the fact that he is depressed that well. So im talking sorta out of experience so please feel free too bully me if i got anything wrong. In this fic geto and reader have self harmed. And again this fic is in no way fetishizing the idea or action of self harm. This is a very personal experience to me as well. If you want to know more about my experience it will be in the a/n down below. This is very lowkey self insert so chubby reader and readers scars are on her thighs)

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“I can’t take this anymore,” *he mumbled to himself . His eyes have never looked so dull… he had never looked to tired. He tugged at his messy hair, staring at himself in your bathroom mirror in your dorm. It was sickening, seeing this weak version of himself.* “I… have no idea who i’m doing this for. What am I destroying myself for…?!” he was having a crisis silently in your bathroom.

Voices behind the door filled his ears. You, Shoko and Satoru all getting ready to go to a concert together. Gojo knocked harshly on the door “Suguru! Hurry up or we are gonna leave without you!” Gojo expressed annoyed as he knocked. “Coming!” Suguru shouted behind the door, Turning on the sink and splashing his face with the cold water in an attempt to wash off his blank and empty expression. He didn’t want to burden anyone with the fact that he wasnt happy, He didnt feel like he should bring everyone down, Especially when it was such a happy event..

He didnt mind people not even realizing what he was going through but he needed to talk to someone.. Or the scars and cuts on his forearms will remain sore.. He needed a reason to feel real. He was conflicted…

“Suguru! Hurry the fuck up!” Gojo yelled out again before suguru finally opened the door with. that signature smile. “Sorry satoru i was fixing my hair.” Gojo rolled his eyes. “Okay guys lets go” You responded gently as you all left your dorm.

The night was loud, neon and happy, Suguru was having fun as well, Barely, Its hard to enjoy yourself when you’re depressed. You felt uneasy all night, You yourself felt guilty for having fun when you felt genuinely that Suguru was depressed. Its was finally 12:00 am when you came back to your dorm with suguru as Shoko and Gojo where still out at the after party. You were in your oversized garfield shirt and baggy garfield printed pj pants.. Suguru on your couch watching old episodes of garfield in his matching garfield pjs.

You still felt the weight he felt on his shoulders.. You walked back to where he was, You entered the living room. “Suguru. We need to talk” You expressed gently. *Suguru's stomach dropped. You rarely wanted to talk seriously... he hoped it wasn't too serious. He gave you a puzzled look.* "What about?" you paused before you spoke. “I want you to know.. I can feel you, I know what you feel and your not okay right now.. im not sure how satoru and the others ignore it.. but. How are you? Really.”

He looked away with a sort of wide eyed expression.. Before looking back down at the floor. He sighed out. “Whats wrong sugu?..” *You insisted “Its nothing.” What would you do if you saw his scars.. his pain, you would think he was weak, unstable even. You motioned to him to follow you into your bedroom, He followed. “I need you too tell me sugu.” you kept insisting.. he was embarrassed. “I already told you its just heat fatigue.” he never really felt able to share how he felt, He didnt want to he felt ashamed to say the least.*

*“Its not.” you replied.. Sitting on the bed as he followed, You both sat on the edge of the full sized bed. “Its more than that sugu.. Whats wrong?” It was going back and forth, He had so much he wanted to say but he didnt know where to start. You had already seen his scars, when he slept at your house and his sleeves rolled up.. You seen it when the grocery bags slid the sleeves of his shirt down. He turned his back to you.. You slid off your pj pants. You wore black panties. That wasnt the point. Your thighs were scarred up, Healed but noticeable. “I get it.. You dont know how to tell anyone.. And i get that.”*

He looked down at your thighs as his eyes grew wide. His breath caught in his throat. His soft and warm gentle hand running over the discolored lines. “These.. these are bad.. why didn’t you ever tell me?..” you gently pressed his hands against your thighs tenderly. “But they are healed suguru..” You looked up at him. “And I want you to heal from what your going through” you didnt want to make him uncomfortable with the fact that you’ve already seen his scars. “Y..Youd never understand my problems..” he sighed as he replied.

“Suguru.. have you done anything to yourself?..” he froze. He looked away and the answer was clear. “I.. Have.” youre heart melted due to the fact he was being so honest. “Show me.” You responded bluntly but gently. He hesitantly rolled up his sleeves revealing the not completely healed scars, Not fresh but not healed.. looked like it was caused only two or three days ago. He was ashamed. You held his arm gently before looking up at him. Were you disgusted?.. Many thoughts ran across his mind. Before you leaned down to kiss his scars so soft so gentle.. Repeating affirmations. “You’re gonna be okay..” you paused between each kiss “You’re gonna be alright..”

he felt his eyes tear up before he began to cry. He broke down.. he hugged you tightly his tears soaking your shirt you smiled gently “let it out.. its okay.” He didnt know what to do, Hes never done this before, he rarely cried. Ever. “Good boy..” you praised. He stayed there his head buried in your chest. You scratched his scalp gently and lovingly. You lean back from sitting up, Your both laying down now on the bed. You intertwined your bare legs with his clothed ones. you hugged him and he hugged you. You continued baby talking him, Babying him, Hes never felt anything like this before. You kiss the top of his head. “You feeling better?” He felt completely at ease in your arms. “Im feeling.. better..”

You positioned eachother in a leg over cuddling position.. Your leg over his waist. He blushed. “You’re going to be okay” you purred into his ear as you tucked a strand of his hair behind it. “Honey~..” you added. He shivered as you used such honeyed nicknames for him.. “You are such a good good boy..”

You kept praising him.. Hes always been used to the tough treatment.. He was one of the best sorcerers, Everyone expected so much of him, he was always viewed as scary.. intimidating even he was a tall and strong man but in this moment, none of that mattered at all. The best way he could describe this feeling was.. a cold shower.. like his whole life had felt like a freezing cold shower, but now.. he felt as you were the warm water flowing down his skin.. he felt the tingles of warmth. He couldn’t believe this.. this beautiful girl laying on his side.. in a somewhat oversized shirt and her little black panties..

He never had a type he was attracted too. Man or woman. But now.. Everything had changed it was you.. he felt the weight of your body on top of his. The warmth entered through his skin.. he felt like the was falling.. falling off of the extremely high pedestal he was practically born on. All the stress of having to help others and put other people before him.. all of that noise was gone.. the fall was nice.. Warm.. he had fallen into clouds… It was so nice.. you and your body so soft.. he now knew where his favorite place on earth was. Your bed.

“Do you think you feel comfortable now? Pretty boy?” you pulled him out gently out of his trance.. “How are you feeling?” you whispered again as you saw he was zoned out. “I feel good.. Can we stay like this a little longer please?..” He replied gently. “Of course” you smiled and hugged him softly your arms around his neck as he hugged on your waist. You smelled like a soft spring.. Flowers.. feminine. The only word that came to his mind to describe it was.. divine.. Your godess like scent filled his nose and his thoughts he was going insane he needed more.. more of you. “Suguru~” you purred “Do you need anything? are you cold? Do you need water?.. anything?” he stayed quiet before uttering the word “You.”

you stayed quiet and so did he.. thinking he might’ve been too forward or said something wrong before he could apologize “Then have me.” you looked up trustfully into his eyes..

Your faces approached eachothers slowly before your lips met. Both of your eyes open before slowly closing as your lips met.. click click of your lips separating and connecting. Saliva getting caught in both of your mouths.. Before your mouths opened a bit more. Tongues only touching the tip of the others.. lips.. kiss..click repeat.. Lips..tip of the tongue and cut it off with a kiss and a click. Tongues slowly becoming more relaxed and dancing with eachothers.. your tongue swirling around his and his around yours..the soft red colored click lipstick now blurred around your mouth and lips, same with him.

Your hands combed through his black hair tenderly as he held your cheeks firmly not wanting to let go. strings of saliva connecting both of your glossy lips..

his hand trailed down to hold your hips, one hand behind your head and one hand on your ass lightly slapping it and gripping it..he was a man after all.. you felt his clothed stiffness touch your clothed stomach. It felt girthy… “Suguru..” you groaned annoyingly as you kept kissing him but he kept grabbing your ass like a stress ball.. he chuckled “What?” your smiled softly as you rolled your eyes.. “M-.. May I?..” his fingers tugged gently at the elastic of your panties.. “You may..” with that he slid your panties off.. he slid his fingers gently down your slit.

Feeling the warmth and wetness.. you heard him audibly almost moan.. like a super gentle groan.. “Thats thanks to you sugu~..” you admitted gently as his face flushed a soft pink before he slid off his garfield printed pants..

Revealing a huge tent like buldge in his Proclub boxers.. You sat up and so did he. you guys made it to the edge of the bed. You positioned yourself ontop of his lap your bare wetness above his clothed excitement. You grinded softly as he did as well. Exchanging kisses in the middle as well.. “Whenever your ready honey..” you looked down at him as you stood on your knees on the bed. He pulled out his dripping dick. he slid the tip back and forth against your silky slick wetness.

You whined softly at the sensation against your clit.. he positioned himself at your dripping wetness.. “G.. Good girl..” he moaned out as he pushed through your lips.. pushing the tip in slowly. “Tell me when you’re ready sweetheart..” you nodded trying to adjust to his tip.. “Ready..” you responded. He didn’t push you down more.. he had both of his hands on your ass lifting it up and down.. you were on the tip of his cock.. before holding his hand as you let your knees rest slowly..

“Fuck.” he groaned.. “Good good girl.. take it slow for me baby.. i need you to feel good too..” you nodded vigorously as you lowered yourself down inch by inch.. he peppered your face in kisses as he caressed the apple of your cheeks with his thumb “Mmm~” he praised “You feel so good baby..” you made eye contact with him. “t..thank you suguru~ fuck your so big..” *I groaned into his broad shoulder. “Thats fine.. you dont have to take all of me..~” he purred “No.. im okay.. i can do it..” he leaned into your ear “Oh what a good good goood girl..” he praised making your knees go weak.. causing you to go down on his full length immediately.

Out of instinct he gripped your waist harshly in a (failed) attempt to keep you up. Causing both of you guys to groan in the pleasureable pain.. he tossed his head back his eyes rolled up as well before coming back to reality “Fuuuckk..” he pronounced elongated.

You stayed cock warming him for a bit to get used to his size.. before your used your thighs to go up and down.. “No- none of that.” He stopped you, by gently grabbing your hips and pushing you back down.. “You dont have to do any work baby.. i wanna make you feel goood~” he leaned closer to you pulling you into a kiss “But suguru..” you mumbled “Please, allow me..” you gave in and nodded.. he gripped your ass with both hands before guiding you up and down up and down softly, gently thrusting up into your soft cunt..

“S-sugu..” you whined into his ear he kept going and the exact same pace.. thrusting in and out deeply and even deeper.. foreheads pressed against eachother.. and you guys breathed in and out almost in sync.. each thrust stickier and wetter than the last, he was practically kissing your cervix. He bounced you on his cock as your back arched. Accentuating your curves as he ran his hands along your sides before finally gripping onto your hips. Grinding even harder.. before finally.. “I-im gonna cum..” he whined “So am i..” you mewled “F..fuck!~” both of your exclaimed in unison.

Sugurus base was coated in white sticky and wet liquid.. you both caught your breath before smashing into eachothers lips into a deep kiss “I.. i love you so much baby..” you hugged him as you said that “I love you too sweetheart..”..

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(a/n: Hi guys! Im back again~ I wanted to let you know I might start posting more frequently. This fic was long and almost hard to write, due to the fact it was super personal, Please talk to someone if you are feeling overwhelmed and down, and if you dont feel comfortable sharing with anyone write it down, just dont keep it all in.. I love you guys to the moon and back 222 times 🫶)

(If you need someone to talk to my dms are always open- Love Kira🫶

#geto suguru #getou suguru x reader #jjk suguru #geto x reader #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu gojo #gojou satoru x reader #gojo satoru #jjk geto #jujutsu geto

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boyinafandom · 4 months

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It’s golden hour somewhere

JeffxNina

Requested by @immortalwoman2

Rich Jeff au

In this au there will be:

A HEALTHY relationship dynamic between Jeff and Nina

Jeff is still an ass (don’t worry) just not to Nina or their kids (yes they have kids shhh)

(Nina)body dysmorphia

Nina’s poc. And I don’t want to hear a single thing about it.>:(

Past sh

There children are:

Silas 8

(Adopted) Rico 12

Aliyah 17

Yo momma 🧍‍♂️…🕺

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Jeff was an ass. We can all admit that. But when it came to Nina and the children they made,it’s like he didn’t have a single mean bone in his body.

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*~{Nina’s point of view}~*

As I sat there, getting Silas ready for bed, my youngest, I let out a hushed sigh.

“You all ready sil?”

I say, smiling.

“Mhm! All ready momma”

She had a smile on her face, she had her father’s smile, wide. With many pearly white teeth. It was almost an uncanny resemblance, it was kind of scary.

One time, as I remember it now, while I tuck her in, and make my way down the hall to my middles room,she somehow figured out how to open a pomegranate (which is odd, considering that I only left her alone for five minutes)and got the seed juice all over her and her clothes, so when I walked into the kitchen and only saw her in a puddle of what appeared to be blood. I freaked out, and in the process of me trying to make sure she hadn’t hurt herself all she did was look at me wide eyed and flash that thousand dollar smile, truly terrifying stuff when I think back on it.

As I finally get to Rico’s room (in the overly large house that I told Jeff we didn’t need, I mean, we already own like 5 others,so why would we need this one(???)) the door was open, so I knocked on the frame.

“Hey Rico? It’s time for bed honey.”

“What why? I don’t usually have to go to sleep this early?”

“Because it’s a school night..?”

The best part about my other two being at a reasonable age is that I can be deeply honest with them without hurting their feelings…mostly

“Uhhh huh…”

“Are you high”

I say, not in an accusatory way of course, but his sister has had a weed problem for a minute now, and if I find out she gave him some again, I’m sending her to military school.

“No why?”

I squint

“Just..wondering…”

After tucking him in and kissing him good night

I finally went to bed, knowing that my oldest was at her boyfriend’s house.

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After getting out of the shower (looking like a wet rat😔😔) I grimaced at the reflection in the mirror , not because of my wet hair, or the scars on my arms, or the cracks in my hips, but my stomach. God how I hated it. I loved my kids, I really did. But no amount of working out would fix what they did to my body.

In the middle of me staring down the loaded gun that was my body, I heard Jeff enter our bedroom.he must have finally got done working in his office. Not like he’d care enough to leave work to see me, I mean look at me. I’m fucking disgusting.

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Jeff’s pov

I lightly knocked on the bathroom door, I knew what she was doing, that thing she did, where she stares at herself until she can’t look anymore and she huffs a sigh, gets dressed in her hello kitty pjs and goes to bed like nothing happened.

“Nina..is everything ok?”

I hear her suck in a breath

“Mhm.”

She says, like she’s on the verge of tears. My poor love..

“May I see you?”

“Mm-mm”

I feel my face darken

“Your body is beautiful. And nothing will ever change my mind on that”

“If only I could tell you how stunning you are. If only you could see that your more then just your physical appearance. Your more then a flat stomach, a hour glass figure, full lips, so so so much more.”

I hear her shuffle around the bathroom. Presumably getting clothes on. Then the door cracks open:

“You think so?”

She looks like she’s about to cry, and then I finally get to see her again, without the white face paint and poppy eye makeup. Her stunning chocolate skin, her two toned lips,her large doe like hazel eyes, her pupils dilate as she sees me.

“More than anything.”

We smile at eachother, god how I love my wife

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Have another half ass ending because I’m gonna pass out (for many reasons)

#creepypasta #jeff the killer #writers on tumblr #nina the killer #yo momma🧍‍♂️#they have KIDS???😱#request #reqs open

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absolutepokemontrash · 3 years

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MC’s Half Demon and They Look Awfully Familiar Lessons 18-20

Series Masterlist

T-the season finale… *sniffle* it’s been a wild ride y’all… I’ve never actually written and stuck through with something for so long, so this is a real achievement for me! I really hope you guys have enjoyed this completely weird fluffy/angsty/mildly crackhead adventure! Please enjoy the last part!

All is well, the family is back together, everyone’s fine, the school year is almost over-

Wait, the school year is almost over?

Upon realizing that, everyone settled into a state of mild panic.

MC couldn’t just leave, they were part of the family! An integral part! They were the only thing keeping everyone from murdering each other during family game night!

As for Lucifer’s personal feelings on the matter, things were… tough.

When the exchange program was announced, Lucifer expected it to end like most of Diavolo’s ideas: annoying to clean up, it certainly couldn’t have ended worse than when he and the Crown Prince ended up getting cursed to hold hands for 25 hours straight. What Lucifer didn’t expect was for a child he didn’t even know he had to end up as the human exchange student and for his entire life to be thrown out of whack. That child of his was busy finishing up their final paper of the year.

“Hey, father,” MC looked up from their paper with a cheeky smile. “Do you think that the next exchange student will be as fun as me?”

“I sincerely hope not.” Lucifer sighed, continuing to sift through his paperwork on his desk. “Your kind of ‘excitement’ has completely worn me out.”

“Aw,” MC giggled, then went back to work. “So you don’t want me to stay here then?”

Lucifer stiffened and looked up from his paperwork. “Don’t put words in my mouth, MC.”

“So you do want me to stay. Interesting~” MC said as they began to sweep the eraser shavings off their paper. “Well, if you want me to stay so badly, you could have just asked.”

“P-pardon?” Lucifer blinked a few times to make sure he wasn’t hallucinating. “You want to stay?”

“Since you’d be so sad without me, I guess I just have to don’t I?” MC stood suddenly and slapped their finished essay on Lucifer’s desk. “The sacrifices I make for this family, I swear!”

We stand with you, MC, sacrifice your sanity for your weird-ass familia.

Anyway, Lucifer was thrilled that MC wanted to stay with him in the Devildom, the problem was… MC’s other parent may not have been too keen to just give up their baby.

You know, the demon child they raised all by themselves, with no help from Lucifer because he didn’t know MC existed…

Someone get MC’s ren on the phone! Stat!

“Alright dear little brothers of mine, listen closely because I’m not repeating this.” Lucifer looked over the living room couches at the other six rulers of hell. Belphie was sprawled out on one of the couches and was drooling all over Beel’s lap, Satan was making a point to look as disinterested as possible and kept sneaking glances at the book he was holding, and Mammon was wrestling Levi dangerously close to where Asmo was filing his nails.

Sighing in defeat, Lucifer continued. If any of his brothers misbehaved he couldn’t say he didn’t warn them. “MC‘s parent will be coming to visit.”

Everyone’s attention snapped to Lucifer. Wonderful.

“They’ll be staying for a few days and will decide if it’s in MC’s best interest to primarily stay in the Devildom from now on.”

Asmodeus slowly raised a hand. “Luciiiiiiferrrr!”

“Asmo, is your question overly personal in nature?”

The Avatar of lust brought a manicured nail to his cheek and daintily tapped it. “Mmm… I don’t think so.”

“Ask.”

“How long were you and MC’s parent dating for? Won’t it be awkward to be around your ex?”

Lucifer dragged a gloved hand down his face. “It was a one night thing.”

“Really?” Asmo knitted his eyebrows in confusion. “It wasn’t a long drawn out forbidden romance? You must have had some Olympic swimmers down there!”

“Okay!” Lucifer clapped his hands. “Add that to the list of things Asmo is not allowed to say.”

“We have to take something off the list then…” Beel said through handfuls of chips. “The list’s full.”

“Fine,” Lucifer grumbled. “He can say [CENSORED] again.”

“Yippee! [CENSORED] [CENSORED] [CENSORED]”

The group collectively groaned as Asmo continued to spout his profane nonsense.

“What did I just walk in on..?” MC stood in the doorway to the living room, still in their PJs.

“Oh, MC, your parent’s coming over to stay for a few days.” Lucifer quickly explained.

MC’s face morphed from confusion to horror. “What does that have to do with [CENSORED]?!”

This house is a FUCKING NIGHTMARE-

Anyway, after the initial confusion/horror, MC got really excited and rushed off to get ready. Meanwhile, the boys solemnly swore that they would be on their best behaviour!

Everyone needed to convince MC’s parent that everything in the Devildom was perfectly safe and that their little hellspawn was in good responsible hands.

Mammon tried to come up with a plan in case MC wasn’t allowed to stay with them, and let’s just say it involved kidnapping. But like- a chill kind of kidnapping where MC would be totally fine.

This idea was immediately shot down in favour of Beel’s plan B.

Beel would just… eat MC’s parent. No biggie, right?

Lucifer shot that one down the moment he heard it.

The only accepted plan for if MC wasn’t allowed to stay was just letting them go. They’d visit the Devildom. A lot. Many visits would be necessary.

So, the hour of MC’s ren’s arrival had come, and the student council assembled to greet them.

Greet the human. The completely non magical human. Greet them and then let them see the Devildom…

Was this exchange program really that good of an idea..?

MC frantically attempted to do some last minute fixes to their hair as they sat themselves down in their seat in the Assembly Hall. Ugh… stupid hair…

“Why are you so nervous?” Satan asked. “Is our visitor a neat freak basket case?”

“No!” MC huffed. “They’re not! I’m just making myself presentable so they don’t think I’ve gone completely feral down here.”

“Well, feral no, crazy, yes. Have you seen yourself lately?” Belphie snickered.

“SHUT UP BELPHIE.”

“Would you all be quiet?” Lucifer snapped. “You’re all acting like children.”

“I am a child.” MC snapped back. “What’s Belphie’s excuse?”

Belphie’s retort was cut off by the portal opening and a figure leisurely floating to the ground. They had an open parasol in their right hand that seemed to be aiding their gentle descent, and a large container full of what smelled like cookies tucked into their left side. The moment their toes touched the floor, the human gracefully closed their parasol and gave the assembled demons a sparkling smile and a polite bow.

“Thank you for allowing me the honour to visit,” the human’s voice was as soft and sweet as Cotton candy. “It’s a pleasure to officially meet the princes of hell themselves.”

:D yay!

After floating down from the sky like Mary Poppins, MC lost all sense of propriety and ran over to tackle their ren into a hug. It was that kind of thing where you really miss someone but you don’t realize exactly how much until you get to see them again.

Lucifer was, of course, the picture of elegance and “this isn’t awkward at all”-ness.

MC’s parent didn’t even seem to be all that concerned with the fact that their baby daddy was, y'know, LUCIFER MORNINGSTAR. THE MOST POMPOUS FUCKWAD IN THE DEVILDOM.

Please don’t tell him I said that, he’s still mad about the Go Fund Me…

MC was absolutely ecstatic to finally show their parent how much they’ve grown in terms of their demonic powers and all the friends they had made, but MC’s ren was more concerned with how much they had grown in terms of their height.

“You’re just so tall now,” MC’s ren giggled as they fixed their child’s hair. “You’ll get things off of shelves for me, won’t you?”

“Yeah yeah,” MC said, rolling their eyes good naturedly. “Like you can’t reach anything in your kitchen.”

“Okay,” Mammon, Satan, Levi, Belphie, and Beel were lagging behind Lucifer, MC, their parent, and Diavolo. “Change of plans, we ain’t eatin’ ‘em, we’re keepin’ ‘em.”

“We were never going to eat them in the first place, idiot.” Satan sneered. “And what’s with the change of tune? You were ready to wage war on the human world fifteen minutes ago.”

“…cookies happened.” Mammon mumbled. He had only gotten one of the human’s totally amazing offerings before Beel proceeded to eat everything. The cookie was perfect… so delicious…

“I say we keep the human.” Beel put a hand on his stomach. “I want more human world cookies.”

“They’re so cute too…” Asmo cooed. “A solid 10/10, and that’s such a rare ranking coming from the only 20/10 in existence!”

“Asmo, your vanity never ceases to make me want to roll over and-” Belphie’s insult was interrupted by him passing out and letting out a cartoonishly loud snore. It was a good thing Beel was able to quickly catch and throw Belphie over his shoulders like a sack of potatoes.

“Asmo has a point, they’re just so totally moe! Kawaii to the highest degree! That parasol, the homemade cookies, it’s just like something from a slice of life anime!” Levi squee-ed.

“So it’s settled, we treat ‘em nice, then we get ‘em to stay.” Mammon nodded to the rest of his brothers, who for the first time in the Demon King knows how long, his little brothers nodded back in full seriousness. They were actually doing a Mammon plan! Holy shit!

So, the brothers liked MC’s ren, what about Diavolo and Barbatos?

Well, MC’s ren had heard all about Barbatos’ amazing cooking from MC and Barb’s totally outstanding reputation, so the two got along swimmingly.

Dia. Loved. That. Human. They’re cute???? They’re sweet???? They brought COOKIES???! They don’t seem to be afraid of him at all????? Please be the exchange student next year :D

Oh yeah… he made a rule that said they couldn’t summon someone with kids… it would be cruel to rip a parent away from their child…

But apparently not a child away from their parent cough cough

Other than the uncle squad, MC’s ren got to meet the Purgatory Hall gang too!

MC was being just the most adorable tour guide, but that didn’t stop Lucifer from having a miniature heart attack any time a demon even looked at MC’s parent the wrong way. If MC’s ren got attacked or felt threatened in any way shape or form, he could say bye bye to his time with the one person in the HOL that didn’t live to make him pop a forehead vein. The human seemed outwardly unconcerned with any Devildom oddness and was amicably chatting with Diavolo while MC pulled them from place to place.

“And that’s Hell’s Kitchen, they have good sandwiches, and that’s Madame Scream’s, they have really good macarons.” MC helpfully pointed out the places as they passed them.

A much to familiar trio of voices called out from down the street. Father dammit, why were they here..?

“Hello Lucifer, what are you all up too?” Ugh… Simeon…

“From the sight of the rest of your brothers skulking about, it appears like they’re acting as bodyguards.” Solomon…

“MC? Who’s that?”

Oh good grief… that nasally little voice… the chihuahua was near… Now… Lucifer was a respectable demon… respectable demons don’t tease children in front of the parent of their child…

“Hello chihuahua.”

DAMN IT HE COULDN’T HELP HIMSELF!

“I’m not a chihuahua you demon!” Luke yapped.

MC’s parent daintily tilted their head and looked over at MC. “Aren’t you going to introduce me to your friends?”

“Right, Luke, this is my ren, ren, this is a chihuahua.” MC grinned cheekily as they gestured between the two. Lucifer suppressed a laugh which resulted in a very ugly snort. It was a good thing the sound was drowned out by Luke’s exclamations of betrayal.

The chorus of “how could you?!”s and “I thought you were over that awful nickname!”s was put to an abrupt halt when the visiting human elegantly offered a handshake to the fuming angel.

“MC spoke very highly of you,” they chirped. “It’s very nice to meet you, Luke.”

Luke blinked a few times, then quickly straightened his posture, adjusted his hat, then shook MC’s ren’s hand. “It’s nice to meet you too.”

“That’s Simeon.” MC jerked a thumb in Simeon’s direction. “And that’s Solomon.”

“Luke got a whole introduction and we get that? Come on MC, I thought we were friends.” Solomon fake pouted at MC after giving a polite nod to MC’s parent.

“We stopped being friends after one of the potions you had me test out turned me into a-” as quick as lighting, Mammon had shoved his hand into MC’s face.

“A-ah, MC’s rememberin’ stuff wrong, nothin’ potion related happened to ‘em. Right, Solomon???!”

Taking the hint from Mammon, Solomon smiled and nodded. “Nope, nothing related to turning MC into a frog for a few hours.”

“Hm, well I’m quite happy that absolutely nothing frog transformation related happened.” MC’s parent said.

“Yeah, must’ve hit their head on somethin- YEEEOW!” MC had bitten down on Mammon’s hand and slapped it away from them.

“I did not hit my head on anything!”

“Yeah,” Beel nodded. “Nothing’s hit them since the Fangol ball.”

“The what ball?” MC’s ren asked.

“The Fangol ball that hit MC a few months back and broke their glasses.” Five of the brothers slapped their hands to their foreheads.

“Oh my…”

“Eh,” MC patted their ren on the arm. “That’s nothing compared to the giant snake at the retreat.”

“Oh! Do you mind letting me tell that story, MC?”

Lucifer was frantically signalling for Diavolo to stop talking but the crown prince was already beginning his retelling of the events. Luke would chime in with an anecdote from an even worse misadventure the two had gone out on every once and a while. This… this wasn’t going well at all…

MC’s ren was… weirdly chill about the whole thing…

“Oh, it’s so nice that you’re having fun, sweetheart. That reminds me of when I was young and your aunt Clytemnestra and I would go out and have adventures.” “Really? You went on weird adventures too?” “…what kind of adventures could possibly compare to being chased by a giant snake in an underground labyrinth..?”

The side characters ended up needing to abscond for various reasons and all that was left was the brothers, MC, and MC’s parent.

They made it to the HOL without issue, which is when Lucifer remembered that he did not put all the cursed objects out of reach… shit.

“Asmo… Asmo!” “What is it?” “Take MC’s ren out of the house in half an hour, keep them occupied in the living room!” “What? Why?” “I need more time to human-proof the house! Distract them, but no funny business!” “Dear brother, for the first time in a very long time funny business is the second thing on my mind! Wait… no, it’s the third… what have I become..?”

Asmo and Satan, super graciously by the way, led MC and their ren to the living room to distract- I mean entertain them for a bit!

Lucifer and the rest of the gang got to work moving certain things around and closing certain doors- shit where was Cerberus?! Did Lucifer forget to walk him that morning?!

So much to dooooooo…

So maybe bringing a human into Majolish and letting them roam around unsupervised wasn’t the best idea Satan and Asmo had, but it sure as heck was an idea. MC looked through shelves of hairpins and bracelets while their ren disappeared around a corner to look at scarves.

“We’re doing such a great job babysitting!” Asmo clapped his hands. “If MC had just been a normal human I bet they’d last the entire year under our care.”

“Hm, you might be right.” Satan smiled and nodded. “Humans are surprisingly entertaining.”

“Yes… speaking of, where exactly is the human?”

The sudden sound of metal slamming against flesh and the delayed sound of something incredibly heavy hitting the floor jolted Asmo and Satan from their conversation.

“Honestly, some people have no fucking manners!”

It was such a different voice than what Satan and Asmo were used to that the only thing that tipped them off to it being MC’s ren was the fact that MC began to giggle. MC’s ren stepped back into view carrying a metal staff that quickly transformed back to their parasol.

Asmo and Satan rushed over to check if their defenceless little human guest was okay, only to find some lesser demon passed out on the floor with an incredibly nasty bump on the side of their head.

“I’ve heard that humans are apparently quite delicious to demons but I didn’t expect someone to actually try and eat me.”

“I-um…” Satan sputtered, looking from Asmo to MC’s parent. “We’re uh…”

“You alright, ren?” MC called from over by the bracelet shelves.

“Yes, I’m alright.” MC’s ren gave the fourth and fifth born a calming smile. “No harm done, well, except to that poor bastard. I do hope I haven’t killed him… that would be such a nasty thing for the poor sales associates to find.”

Okay so maybe the defenceless human wasn’t so defenceless. That was a good thing… right?

“So where exactly did you manage to get your hands on such a weapon..?” “Ah, I come from a family of witches. This was a college graduation present.”

…doit doit seems legit.

The four made it back home just in time, Lucifer and the others had finished human proofing the house.

Yay!

The house tour went by smoothly, everything was all well and good until Beel and Belphie asked MC’s ren to make more cookies.

Oh god dammit the human said they would.

“Oh Beel, you shouldn’t eat the cookie dough raw… the eggs and raw flour will make you sick!” “Don’t worry, he’ll be fine. Besides, it’s best not to interrupt Beel while he’s eating.” “Yeah it might end like the custard incident.” “Custard… incident?” “MC and Mammon ate my custard and I ended up breaking the wall that connected to MC’s room.” “Hunger tantrums, am I right?”

After that it was Mammon and Levi’s turn to babysit. It went about as well as you’d think.

Levi explained some anime plot in an attempt to make it seem like the Devildom was totally safe and that MC and their ren could stay forever no problem, while Mammon desperately suppressed the urge to swipe the cool parasol.

Finally, it was time for the verdict. Would MC be allowed to stay in the Devildom..? Or would they go back to the human world..?

“Lucifer?”

The demon in question looked up from his paperwork and tried to nod in the most casual way possible. MC’d ren was standing in the doorway, Lucifer must have missed their knock. “Yes? Do you need something?”

MC’s ren smiled and nodded. “It’s about MC’s living situation going forward.”

Lucifer stiffened and got up from his desk. “Y-yes… what about it?”

“MC has expressed that they want to stay here full time with frequent visits to the human world.” The softness that their voice had earlier in the day was completely absent as the human stepped forward into the study and closed the door behind them. “I want to know what you think about that.”

“Well,” Lucifer cleared his throat and tried to shake off the stupid sense of nervousness that had wrapped itself around him. A weak little human’s decision should not make him so anxious! “I would like for MC to stay here as well, I think it would be best for them.”

The human raised an eyebrow and twirled their parasol in their hand. “Really now? In your year with them you truly believe you know what’s best for them?”

Lucifer’s eyes narrowed. “Yes. I do.”

MC’s ren went quiet for a few seconds before replying. “I see.”

“And that means..?”

“I knew this day would come, but I didn’t think it’d be so soon.” MC’s ren sighed, and for the first time all day, they actually let their exhaustion show. “I raised MC knowing that one day they’d end up in the Devildom. They’ve told me over and over again how much they like it down here…” the human took a deep breath and slowly shook their head. “If this is what they want… then I give my permission for them to stay with you.”

A wave of relief swept over Lucifer as he finally took a breath. “Thank you.”

“Mm… I’m going to have to use my favour though.”

The relief completely vanished as the Avatar of Pride’s blood ran cold. Memories flooded back from the one night the pair had spent together, the human had offered a cursed record to him that he had spent decades trying to find, in exchange, Lucifer let them have one favour. A favour from a demon was like a single pact order, Lucifer had to do literally anything this human wanted.

“Protect MC, even if it costs you your life.” The human’s words were careful and measured as Lucifer felt the order sink in. “You’ll do that for them, right Lucifer?”

Lucifer nodded as life flooded back into his limbs. “I would have done it without the order.”

So, the brother’s plan to make MC’s ren stay forever failed because they were going back to the human world with MC for summer vacation. Listen, it was needed, MC needed to see the sun lest they shrivel like a sad houseplant.

At least Lucifer technically had primary custody of his little heathen! Victory!

MC said their goodbyes to the friends they had made over the year as they prepared to leave for the next two months, it was filled with so many bone-crushing hugs that MC was surprised that their spine didn’t snap.

MC and Luke had lagged behind the much larger group as they made their way to the assembly hall. MC’s ren was dazzling the miniature crowd with stories of just how adorable MC was as a little kid. The half demon rolled their eyes and silently mourned the loss of any cool points they had gained over the year. Their little companion was oddly quiet, MC lightly nudged him and smiled.

“Aren’t you happy to be going home? You’ve been griping about being stuck down here the entire year. Don’t tell me you’re getting sappy, Luke.”

Luke puffed his cheek out and crossed his arms. “Of course I’m happy to be leaving, the Celestial Realm is the best place ever, the Devildom is completely terrible in every way.”

MC smirked and rolled their eyes again. Just let the little guy go on his rant…

“But… I am going to miss you…” Luke mumbled, MC’s eyebrows shot upwards as they turned their head to look at him. “Th-thanks for being my friend down here… MC. You’re… you’re really nice.”

To their absolute horror, MC felt a lump form in their throat. Oh dear Grandfather… the chihuahua was what broke them?! They quickly looked around to see if anyone was paying attention, then quickly pulled Luke into a hug. The hug was over as fast as it began, but it seemed that Luke didn’t particularly care and was more shocked at the sudden bout of affection.

“If anyone, and I mean anyone asks, I didn’t hug you.” MC murmured, quickly swiping at their eyes.

Luke nodded, a small smile spread across his face. “Got it!”

So the side characters left… *sniffle* everything’s okay… the DDDs work in any of the realms… they could still talk.

Soon, it was time for the final sets of goodbyes…

“Come on, Bean, we’re going to the human world!” MC tried to take the cat from Satan, who didn’t move a muscle.

“If you think you’re taking the cat from here, you’re delusional.” Satan’s smile didn’t leave his face, but the force behind his words was almost enough to make MC back off. Almost…

“My caaaaaat!” MC whined, they ended up getting lightly pushed away by Satan.

“Remember, the summer’s a good time to catch up on anime!” Levi advised. “There’s 24 hours in a day, and an average anime episode is 22 minutes long, you have loads of time!”

“I’ll keep up with my anime only if you promise to listen to the Death Note musical, Levi.” MC giggled and patted Levi on the shoulder.

“Remember MC, take care of your cuticles and your skin.” Asmo took MC’s hand and checked their fingernails. “They were an absolute mess before you got here, so I expect you to keep up your routines this summer!”

“Yeeeeeeeeeeees siiiiiiiiirrrrrrrrr.”

“Bye MC,” Beel handed MC a half opened cup of custard. “I almost ate it, but I didn’t. Make sure you don’t skip any meals this summer.

MC jumped up and gave Beel a quick hug. “Thanks Beel! I’ll be sure to enjoy the custard!”

“Bye, MC. See you next year.” Belphie stood awkwardly stiff, not exactly sure what to do. MC pursed their lips, then quickly wrapped him up in a hug.

“Bye Belphie, I hope all your pillow forts are structurally unsound.”

The avatar of sloth snickered and rested his head on MC’s. “I hope you get really comfortable and are fully ready to go to sleep, then realize you have to pee.”

MC gasped in fake offence and swatted Belphie on the arm.

Mammon put both his hands on MC’s shoulders, his face unusually serious. “Do ya remember what the great Mammon took painstakin’ effort to teach ya?”

“Payday loans are scams, witches are scary, bowline knots are the easiest to undo, don’t wear reflective sunglasses to a poker game aaaaaaaand…” MC grinned mischievously. “Any plan thought up by the Great Mammon should be subject to intense revision.”

“That’s ri- hey!” Mammon laughed and shoved MC towards Lucifer.

MC looked up at Lucifer, the pride demon looked down at them fondly. He reached out and gently ruffled their hair. “I’ll see you next year, MC.”

“Y-yeah…”

Lucifer crouched down slightly to get to their level and gave MC a smile. “I’m very proud of you, you’ve been an immense help this year. Thank you for everything.”

“Thanks for not being a stereotypical supervillain dad, father.” MC smiled softly and fixed their glasses. “Loveyoubye!”

MC turned and rushed to their ren’s side as Lucifer let out a soft chuckle.

“I love you too, MC.”

As Barbatos readied the portal to send the pair to the human world, MC couldn’t wipe the grin off their face. Geez, if this year was a metric mess of fun and insanity… what was the next year going to be like? The half demon’s grin morphed into a bit of a smirk. No way in hell their next year in the Devildom was going to be as insane as their first year.

MC almost giggled as they gave their family one last wave. That wasn’t the time to think about the future, besides, MC knew that it would take two insane chaotic humans to be summoned into the Devildom to even come close to the chaos MC managed to create, both on purpose and by accident.

And what were the odds of that happening?

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Authors Note: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA ITS DONE SEASON ONE IS DONE!

I wasn’t able to fit the Anti Lucifer League stuff into this one, I’ll put it in a separate fic later!

I NOW NEED TO WORK ON GETTING THROUGH SEASON 2 IN THE ACTUAL GAME. To get mildly serious for a second, thanks to everyone who has stuck around to listen to me spout my fic-y nonsense, you all are nerds (affectionate) and I love you.

#obey me #obey me!#obey me! shall we date?#obey me shall we date #Obey me Headcanons #Obey me fic #Obey me! Headcanons #Obey me MC #Obey me Lucifer #Obey me Mammon #obey me beelzebub #Obey me Belphegor #obey me leviathan #Obey me Asmodeus #Obey me Satan #Obey me Luke

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cutethingstolove · 3 years

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Lazy Sunday

Photos From @little-stephanies-diary and @babiechristy, Part 13

Stephanie sat at the table eating her breakfast as if on auto-pilot with her thoughts consumed with all the new information she had learned in the last hour. She occasionally glanced at Courtney knowing that they were both sitting in wet diapers while they ate. Something about the situation made Stephanie feel closer to her best friend than ever before, and she really wanted to hang out again today. Since it was still football season, Steph knew her dad would be gone most of the day watching the games at a friends house, and the girls could have the house to themselves! Now she just hoped that Courtney was free for the day before she asked.

“Hey Court,” Stephanie spoke up, “What are your plans for today?”

“Don’t have any plans actually,” Courtney perked up, “What did you have in mind?”

“Well,” Stephanie replied, “I haven’t really hung out with anyone this week because of my dad’s rule, but since you already know, I thought we could spend the day together!”

“Sounds like fun!,” Courtney excitedly yelped, “I’ll call my parents and let them know!”

Courtney bolted up from the table, grabbed her phone, and went into the living room to call her parents. Stephanie was elated at the idea of spending a worry-free day with her best friend! She had so many questions she wanted to ask Courtney about wearing Goodnites every night, especially now that Stephanie had been wearing some form of a diaper all day for nearly a week. Her head was flooded with curiosity, but more than anything, Stephanie was just excited to spend some more quality time with her friend. It was right as Stephanie was finishing her breakfast that Courtney bounced back into the room and announced that her parents said it was ok!

“Great!,” Stephanie squealed with glee, “Let’s go get changed and figure out what we are going to do!”

“I’m so excited!,” Courtney replied, “Besides, it’ll be nice to get out of this wet diaper. This is the longest I’ve actually stayed in one after waking up when I’ve had an accident.”

“Yeah,” Steph replied a little reluctantly, “I’ll race you to the bathroom to change!”

With that, Stephanie shot up from her chair and ran to the bathroom so she could take off the bulky diaper she had on. She still knew that she had to wear Goodnites during the day, but she still had a small stash of those in the bathroom which meant she didn’t have to stop by the bedroom first. Once she reached the bathroom, Stephanie realized she had to pee really bad, and thinking she wouldn’t be able to take off her footed pajamas quickly enough, she decided to use her diaper one more time before changing. Once done, she took off her pajamas and soaked diaper before reaching under the sink to grab a dry pair of Goodnites to put on. Not wanting to waste time, she decided not to put her footed pajamas back on and just grabbed a purple t-shirt out of the hamper before heading back across the hall to her room.

As Stephanie walked into the bedroom in only her pullups and t-shirt, she noticed that Courtney had remembered to bring Vincent back up to the room. She was grateful for that, but also noticed that Courtney was grabbing a clean pair of panties and clothes out of her bag. Feeling a little embarrassed that she was still going to be in a Goodnite all day, Stephanie sheepishly asked her friend what she wanted to do for the day.

“I have no idea,” Courtney responded before looking up, “But I thought I would get changed first before we made plans.”

“Oh,” Stephanie replied a little disappointed, “I was kind of hoping we could just hang out in our PJs today.”

Courtney looked up to see Stephanie standing there in in just a t-shirt and Goodnites and remembered what Stephanie had told her about her ‘potty training’ week. Not wanting to make her friend feel bad, Courtney agreed that a day lounging around in pajamas would be fun. She still wanted to change out of the wet diaper she still had on, but realized she didn’t need to hide throwing it away like she had always done in the past. Courtney put her change of clothes and the plastic baggie back into her duffle bag before heading towards the door to go change in the bathroom, her clean panties still in her hand.

“Hey Court,” Stephanie piped up, “Could I maybe ask for a huge favor?”

“Sure!,” Courtney replied, “What’s up?”

“Well,” Steph said while looking at the floor, “I was kind of hoping I could talk you into wearing a Goodnite today like I have to. It would make me feel a little less embarrassed.”

Courtney barely thought about it before saying, “I wouldn’t mind, but I only brought the one with for the night. Otherwise I would.”

“You can use one of mine!,” Stephanie said excitedly, “I have a drawer full in here, and a few stashed under the bathroom sink too! It would be really nice if you would be willing to for me.”

“Ok!,” Courtney replied, “I’ll grab a pair in the bathroom. I really do want to go get changed though.”

Courtney dropped her panties back into her duffle bag and went across the hall to the bathroom. While she was gone, Stephanie grabbed a pair of black sweatpants out of her dresser and a pair of pink tennis shoes from her closet. Just as Steph finished tying her shoelaces, Courtney came back into the bedroom and pulled down the front of her sweatpants to show Steph that she was wearing a Goodnite too. Courtney was a little cold, so she grabbed a hoodie with some cartoon cats printed on it as well as a pair of kitty ears that she wore sometimes. The girls giggled a little about how silly they were being before heading back downstairs just in time to catch Steph’s dad leaving the house.

“You girls decide what you are going to do today?,” Steph’s dad asked as the girls as they both sat down on the couch.

“Yes daddy!,” Stephanie blurted out, “We are going to just hang out here in our PJs today!”

“Sounds like fun,” her dad replied, “I’ll be back around 7:30, so you two have the house to yourselves. And Steph, do you have your special underwear on?”

“Yes daddy,” Steph said as she rolled her eyes, “See you when you get home.”

Satisfied with the answer, Steph’s dad left the house for the day. The girls turned o the TV, but it was really just background noise for their chatting. Stephanie still had a lot of questions she wanted to ask, but hadn’t come up with a natural way to bring up the subject. As Stephanie was trying to think of a way to ask, Courtney fixed the problem by asking if they should play Truth or Dare! Stephanie was elated at the idea and instantly agreed. Both girls decided to pick Truth for the first few rounds, and the questions were pretty tame. After a little bit though, Courtney picked Truth and Stephanie finally asked a question she really wanted an answer too.

“So you already told me that you wear pullups every night,” Stephanie started, “But have you ever used them on purpose?”

“Well,” Courtney said timidly, “Sometimes when I don’t want to get out of bed in the morning I do. Your turn, Truth or Dare?”

Not wanting to answer any embarrassing questions, Stephanie replied, “Dare.”

“Oooh, let me think,” Courtney said, “I dare you to take off your sweatpants and leave them off until your dad gets back!”

A little taken aback, Stephanie accepted the dare and pulled her black sweatpants off. Since the sweatpants were the only thing she was dared to take off, however, she left her shirt and shoes on just to be silly. She turned around on the couch, and shook her diapered butt just a little saying, “You mean like this?”

“Your turn now,” Stephanie said with confidence, “Truth or Dare?”

Knowing Steph was probably going to ask more embarrassing questions, Courtney decided to say, “Dare!”

“Hmmmm,” Stephanie audibly hummed, “Since you already admitted that you’ve used them willingly before, I dare you to pee your diaper right now!”

Smirking just a little, Courtney simply replied, “What if I already did?”

“What?!,” Stephanie gasped, “I don’t believe you! Prove it!”

“Ok,” Courtney said slyly, “But if I prove it, you have to pee yours too!”

“Deal!,” Steph replied just a little too excited as Courtney pulled her sweatpants off and showed her wet Goodnite.

A little shocked, Stephanie followed through on the deal and filled her Goodnite with pee too. The girls laughed with each other, both sitting on the couch with no pants on and both in wet diapers. They decided they had enough with the game, and turned their attention to the TV, occasionally giving each other knowing glances and giggling. Stephanie made sure that Courtney knew that they would need to change before Steph’s dad came home, lest her week of ‘potty training’ go on any longer. Courtney understood, and agreed that they could change and put their pants back on later since she didn’t want Steph’s dad to see her in a wet diaper either. The rest of the afternoon went on without much incident, but the two girls felt closer to each other than ever before, and they were both having almost too much fun in their current state.

To Be Continued…

#ab/dl #ab/dl girl #ab/dl girls #diapered #diapered girl #diapered friends #ab/dl caption #ab/dl story

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baroquebucky · 3 years

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Truly madly deeply with Peter Parker 🥺

a/n: here is another 1d special w petey <3 hope u guys enjoy sorry for the wait :-(

in which peter is the softest boy

you groaned one more time before getting out of your seat and laying on the floor face down, slightly moving to get a pillow and burying your face in it before screaming.

“should i worry or should i laugh” peter spoke, eyes wide as he walked into your room. you immediately shot up, throwing the pillow at him in surprise.

“Pete! i didn’t know you were coming today” you smiled, getting up and going to hug him. He immediately embraced you and kissed your forehead with a smile.

“what’s bothering you bubs?” he asked, quickly grabbing your wrist and leading you to ur bed to sit down, he didn’t hesitate to throw himself on your bed and get cozy with your stuffed bear.

“i hate chemistry, i don’t understand why i even need this” you groaned, “when in my life am i going to need to use these things” he only gave you a small frown.

“I’m sure you just need to take a break sweets” he spoke softly, playing with your fingers. You rolled your eyes and flopped over, your head now on his chest.

“easy for you to say, chem is so easy to you” you could hear him open his mouth before he closed it again, deciding to not challenge you today.

“I’m so tired i barely even slept” you whined, tears brimming in your eyes as you looked at your laptop, the problem mocking you.

Peter quickly saw your laptop and quickly saved your work and shut it, heading back to your bed before wrapping you in his arms. “when’s it due?” he hummed, “tomorrow night” you replied and he nodded his head, arms still tight around you.

“you have any other work?” he questioned and you only shook your head, he nodded and quickly let go of you and grabbed his backpack.

“okay let’s go” he spoke suddenly, already heading out of your room before you could say anything.

“Pete i still need to change!” you exclaimed, grabbing him by the arm and pulling him back in, quickly running to your restroom with a change of clothes, finally taking off your pjs.

You exited the restroom wearing one of his hoodies and a pair of loose fitting jeans, fixing your haait as you walking up to him smiling at you as he kissed your forehead.

“where are we going anyway?” you asked him, locking the door as you headed out, smiling at your neighbor as she waved at the two of you.

“I found this really cool rooftop, it’s a perfect view of the city” he beamed, going on about how he had passed out on the rooftop during sunrise and had woken up just in time for sunrise.

“is that why you never texted me back? It was important!” You frowned, and peter raised his brows at you, “i never knew snakes in small knitted hats were above fighting villains, noted now though” he teased and you rolled your eyes at him.

you rested your head on his shoulder, letting out a small sigh as the sky turned into a mix of red and pinks.

“It’s so pretty isnt it” you spoke softly, a small smile on your face as you took in the skyline, you could see peter looking at you and nodding from the corner of your eye and you rolled your eyes at him.

“you’re so cheesy parker” you laughed, head butting him slightly and he only smiled at you, kissing the top of your head.

“only for you though” he spoke up, wrapping his arm around you so that your head was now on his chest and you were more comfortable. He felt your smile against him and he heard your heartbeat slow down, finally you were relaxing.

Your eyelids grew heavy as the two of you watched the sunset, only sounds of the city surrounding the two of you.

Trying his best to not wake you, he pulled his phone out, checking the time and quickly doing some of his homework while he watched the even rising and falling o your breathing, focusing on your heartbeat to keep him focused. He blew through most of his homework and finished within the hour, letting out a happy sigh as he submitted his last assignment before putting his phone away again.

After a couple minutes more he gently shook you, whispering for you to get up so you two could head back. Your eyes opened, not expecting it to be so dark already, how long had it been?

“you ended up falling asleep on me angel, i didn’t wanna wake you so i just let you sleep” he smiled bashfully and your heart swelled.

“thank you pete, i didn’t realize how tired i was” you yawned, stretching a little and moving so that peter could stand, he quickly reached out his hand to help you up which you gladly took, smiling at him.

“you ready?” He asked and you smiled, clinging onto him and you swung through the backstreets, landing safely back to your building without anyone seeing.

“i took a look at the problems you were stuck on while you slept i think i can help you if you want” he spoke, ruffling his hair back into place as you unlocked your door and let the two of you in.

“yes please I’ve tried everything” you sighed, already frustrated at your chemistry work despite not even opening your laptop yet.

“okay come sit so i can explain” he called out, patting the chair you had on your desk and you quickly obliged, plopping down on the seat and opening your laptop, the problem from earlier staring back at you.

Peter did an amazing job explaining, you were sure that if wasn’t so busy with spidey duties he would be a tutor on the side, thankfully for you he was your personal tutor when you need him most.

With him at your side helping you along you finished your work in what felt like mere minutes, cheering triumphantly as you submitted your work.

You shut your laptop with a smile on your face, immediately turning to peter and wrapping your arms around him, kissing his neck before pulling away and taking his face in your hands, placing quick pecks all over his face and thanking him between kisses.

“if this is the thanks i get can you struggle with chemistry more?” he teased and you laughed at him, giving him one more kiss on his lips and pulling away.

“if i struggle anymore in chem i think i would actually die” you joked and he rolled his eyes at you, “kidding kidding, what good is it to have a genius as a boyfriend if he doesn’t help me with homework am i right” you smiled and he pouted at you.

“is that all you want me for? answers to hard chemistry problems?” he huffed and turned away, crossing his arms.

“baby boy you know i love you for more than your wrinkly brain” you spoke and he turned around, fake gagging at your words. You only rolled your eyes and got up from your seat, taking his hand in yours and plopping on your bed.

soon enough the two of you drifted to sleep, peter holding you tightly and kissing your forehead, happy that he could help his best girl when he needed him most.

#peter parker #peter parker imagine #peter parker fluff #peter parker one shot #peter parker x reader #soft peter parker #soft!peter parker

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anythingandeverything1d · 3 years

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The Tape (Conclusion)

Life with Harry seemed to settle down. You focused on recovery, he focused on work. You both spent the evenings cuddled up in bed watching episodes of the Bachelor and you fell asleep to the pounding of his heart beat every night. Life with Harry was exactly the way it had been before the tape leaked. You laughed as he danced around the kitchen in the evenings while making dinner and swooned in the taste of his lips as he pushed your back into the counter waiting for the ding on the oven timer. You were happy, he was happy, but there was still something missing... something just didn't seem right. Harry was still slightly distant about parts of his day, where he was going, what he was doing, why he would leave the room for phone calls. You had originally talked it up as stress with tour planning, but it wasn't that. He was keeping secrets...and you didn't like that.

You were lounging on the couch in one of Harry's shirts, scrolling through Netflix and hoping to find something that captured your attention. "Hey love, I'm heading to the studio for a bit." Harry walked in, phone to his ear and eyebrows furrowed together.

"I thought you were done recording?" you questioned, sitting up to meet his eyes.

His gaze dropped to the floor before he turned towards the kitchen. "Yeah...I uh.. I have some final cuts to run through."

You jumped up to follow him, "I thought we were going to spend the day together? You know since you have been working so much lately?"

"Ahh, well yes we will but once I'm done with this one thing."

"Harry." You crossed your arms and stared into the green eyes you loved so much.

"I'm sorry babe. We will spend the rest of the day together when I get home and I have a surprise planned too." He winked before pulling the door to the garage open.

"What kind of surprise?" You questioned, following him out of the house.

"If I told you it wouldn't be a surprise now would it?"

"Harry..." you whined, stomping your foot as if you were a toddler pouting about not getting a cookie before dinner.

Harry smiled, walked over and placed a warm kiss on your forehead, forcing you to meet his gaze with a gentle lift of the chin. "Now now love, don't be dramatic. You're going to love it. I think. I hope." He kissed your lips softly and smiled. "Now I'd love to stay and kiss you some more....but the later I leave, the later I return."

You kissed him and pulled him into a hug with a sigh. "Fine."

Harry chuckled and kissed you once more before climbing in the car. "I love you."

"I love you too." You watched as he pulled out of the driveway before sprinting back inside to where Harry kept his laptop. Something was going on and you wanted in on the action. Harry's laptop sprung to life as you anxiously tapped the space bar 100 times. You typed his password and clicked enter only to get the incorrect notification. You sighed. Why had he changed the password. You pulled out the desk drawers and sighed, there was nothing even remotely interesting in them. You looked through his planner and calendar and still nothing. You were out of luck. You leaned back in his office chair and spun around, chewing the bottom of your lip. There has to be something... You grabbed your phone and called the first person who came to mind. "Louis."

"Goodness love, what do you need now." Louis' voice called from the other end.

"What's Harry's laptop password?"

"Why do you need that?" Louis chuckled more interested in the conversation now.

"I uh...I need to do some work."

"What's wrong with yours?" Louis teased.

"Its broken." you lied.

"Sure it is." Louis laughed again and you knew he was rolling his eyes.

"Please Lou, what's the password?"

"Why do you think I know?"

"Because you know Harry. You know what hes doing and what he thinks about."

"Sorry girlie, but I dont have anything for ya."

"Ugh Louis...."

"What are you really trying to figure out?"

"Nothing...." you lied.

"Okay then I've got to go-"

"No wait. Fine." You sighed and leaned your head back. "I want to know what hes planning. Wheres hes at right now."

"You dont trust him?" Louis teased again.

"He's hiding something Louis. I know he is."

"Maybe. But still, that's not the way to find out."

"You know. You know what hes been up to."

"Now now love, no I don't."

"Louis."

"Ive got to go love, just be patient."

"Patient? What does that mean? Louis what-" The phone went dead and you groaned in frustration. Something was for sure going on. You contemplated your options. You could follow Harry. You could go confront Louis. You could try a couple more passwords before locking Harry out of his computer. None really pleased you though. Instead you called another lifeline.

The phone rang, and rang, and rang before the voice finally breathed a hello on the other end. "Liam!"

"(y/n)... what uh what can I do for you?"

"You mean I can't just call my friend?"

"No..well yeah, of course you can. But you normally don't so what do I owe the pleasure?"

"I need your help."

"Is something wrong?"

"Kind of...."

"I'll be there in 5." You smiled and jumped up from the chair.

"I love you Liam."

"Yeah, yeah. See you soon."

You ran downstairs and waited anxiously by the door until Liams car pulled in the driveway. You met him at the door with a smile and a big hug. "Thank you for coming!"

"So what's the problem? Are you okay? Is Harry okay?" Liam looked anxiously around.

"Yeah we are both okay."

Liam breathed a sigh of relief before turning his attention back to you. "Then what's the problem?"

"Well....." you dove into the story of Harry's behavior and the surprise, the change in his computer password, and your uncertain feeling about him hiding something.

"(y/n)...You know Harry loves you-"

"I know but with everything that happened I just feel like something is off." Liam bit his lip and looked away. "You know." you poked him in the chest. "you know what he's hiding."

"What? No I-"

"Liam Payne. Tell me now."

Liam sighed, running his hand through his hair. "I can't."

"Why not?"

"Just trust me okay? Hes not hiding anything, I mean he is but its nothing bad." Liam turned back towards the car. "I have to go."

"LIAM!" you screamed. "What do you think youre doing?"

"Leaving."

"Seriously?"

"Trust him."

"I do trust him but-"

"No buts. Trust him and let it all play out. I can't be involved in this."

"That's what Louis told me." You crossed your arms and glared. "Youre supposed to be the good one."

Liam laughed and waved before climbing in the car. "Love you."

"Yeah yeah, love you too." You turned back to the house as he pulled away. Left with your endless thoughts and questions about everything.

You were sprawled out on the couch lost in thought when the door opened. "Hello?"

You sat up confused until Niall walked into view. "Niall?"

Niall smiled and ran to you for a hug, tackling you back to the couch. "Ive missed you." His arms closed around you and breathed in the cologne he always wore.

"What are you doing here?" You asked slightly confused.

"Well I just wanted to come and check in. We haven't really talked much lately. How are things with Harry?"

You dove into your explanation and watched Niall take it all in. He didn't seem to have as much info as the other boys. When you had finished explaining your feelings and concerns he smiled and shook his head with a small chuckle escaping his lips. "What?" you asked smiling and pushing his shoulder back. "Why are you laughing?"

"(y/n) Harry loves you more than anything else in this world. You shouldn't be worried."

"I'm not worried....I just feel like hes keeping something from me."

"He is."

"What?"

"Harry is keeping something from you." Niall repeated again, scrolling through the channels looking for golf.

"And you know that because?"

"I talk to him pretty frequently."

"So then what is it?"

"Oh I can't tell you."

Anger flared and you took the remote out of his hands. "Why not?"

"Because its not my thing to share. It's Harry's."

"Okay but-"

"Trust him."

"But-"

"(y/n) seriously its a good thing."

"Niall."

"(y/n)."

"Pleaseeeeeeeee" you grabbed his hands and gave your best sad face.

Niall smiled and tapped his finger to your nose. "I can't tell you. Harry would kill me." Niall stood up and laughed, and you would be really upset if I ruined the surprise.

"I would not."

"Yes you would." Niall grabbed his jacket.

"Where are you going?" you whined.

"I'm going home to watch golf and work on the new album. You have a date to get ready for anyways." You looked at the time on the tv. Niall was right, Harry would be home in an hour and you were still in the pjs you had worn the night before. "Let me know how it goes." Niall wrapped you in a hug and smiled softly, lost in another thought.

Once Niall had left you ran upstairs, jumping in a hot shower and pulling out outfits. You landed on a cute sundress, sandals, and left your hair down with gentle curls. You fixed your make up and smiled at the appearance in the mirror. You heard the door downstairs open and headed towards the stairs. "Harry?"

"Hey love." His deep voice called up. "Ready to go?" You met him in the kitchen, a gasp escaping your lips. Harry was in a suit, his hair slicked back, and a bouquet of roses in his hands. His shirt was unbuttoned, leaving the slightest view of the tattoos on his chest. Harry was biting his lip, looking you up and down with a smile. The blush in your cheeks got darker as he approached and placed a kiss on your nose. "You look stunning."

"Uh... you... thanks...I mean so do you." Sometimes you forgot the effects the boy had on you.

Harry laughed and tilted your chin up, his lips meeting yours. "Thank you my love."

Harry handed you the flowers and took your other hand pulling you towards the garage. "Where are we going?"

"Its a surprise."

"Really?"

"Really. Now come on." He opened the door for you and you climbed in, nervously twirling a piece of hair.

Harry smiled and leaned in for a kiss and you met his with a soft sigh. "Ready to tell me?" He just laughed and started driving.

After a decent drive, you arrived at a small park. It looked oddly familiar, but yet something was still a little different. Harry grinned, knowing you still weren't sure what was happening. He jumped out, opened the door, helped you out and smiled. "Know where we are?"

You looked around, a small pond down the trail catching your eyes. You nodded and grinned. "This is the park we went to that night. The night that you first told me you loved me." Harry nodded, pulling your hand and leading you down the path, away from the public and somewhere that seemed more remote. You laughed, thinking of the night. "I thought you were going to kill me that night."

"Kill you?" Harry scoffed, a laugh forming in his smile.

"It's not everyday a guy takes you into the woods, away from people, and out of reach of like anything."

"I like remote places. Theres only one thing to focus on when im there. You." He tapped your nose and you smiled. Harry placed his hands around your eyes and you grinned at the anticipation.

"I can't see."

"That's the point. Cant ruin the surprise quite yet." You walked a little farther and Harry stopped. "Okay love close your eyes."

"But I already can't see."

"Just do it." You closed your eyes and Harry removed his hands, stepping away. "Open them."

Your eyes fluttered open and your mouth dropped. Lights were strung throughout the trees leading to the creek. Harry was leaning nervously against the tree, the one where everything had began. The one that had a carved out heart with your initials. The one where he had pushed you back into and kissed you, telling you that you were his one and only love. You walked forward in awe, and Harry reached for your hand. You grabbed it and opened your mouth, "Haz..."

"(Y/n), you were my first real love, the person I wanted to spend forever with. You stood by me at my worst. You made me better. I know the past has been rocky, and I know theres a lot that we are still figuring out, but theres one thing that I know for sure will never change. You. You are the sunshine on a dark day. You are the best thing to ever happen to me. My rock, my cuddle bug, my best friend." Harry took a step back and nervously dropped to one knee, pulling out a box.

"What-"

"(Y/N) I want to marry you. Will you please be in my life forever and make me the happiest man? Please marry me love."

You nodded and Harry smiled but kept going. "I'm going to need an actual answer dear. (Y/n) be my forever. Will you please marry me?"

"Yes" you nodded through the tears. Harry smiled, slipped the ring on your finger and tackled you in the biggest bear hug. He spun you around, your back hitting the tree and his lips landing on yours. Your fingers tangled in the curls and his teeth lightly tugged on your lip.

"I want you." Harry growled, his fingers slipping into the shirt you were wearing.

"You already have me." You giggled.

"That's not what I meant." You could feel him growing in his pants.

"Take me." You whispered in his ear.

"Oh I will, Mrs. Styles." Harry tugged the shirt off and you laughed pushing him lightly away for a minute.

"Sure you dont want to record this as a sex tape?" You teased.

Harry rolled his eyes and tugged his clothes off. "Good one." He snorted pulling your body back to his. "I dont need a tape." He kissed you softly. "Im never going to lose this, forget this, or need anything else. The other guys would kill me anyways."

"Were they all in on this?"

"Oh yes. They are in the parking lot waiting with champagne."

"Harry!"

"Shhh....They can wait, I need you now."

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Finally Done! What did you think?

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nad-zeta · 3 years

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Mitsuhide- Mealtime Mayhem

Fandom: Ikesen

Pairings: Mitsuhide x Reader

Genre: Fluffffff

Words: 1700+

Comments: Eeeeep HAPPY BIRTHDAY MINEKO!!!! Whooop Whooop! //dances around ❤❤Hope you have the best day! ❤😳🥺! 🥺😳❤🌈 @mineko811

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You reached for the doorknob of your shared apartment, key turning slowly as you went to step inside. Feet aching after the long day at work, you passed through the doorway, excited to greet your lover but instead being met with a puff of white smoke. Your hand shot up to cover your mouth as a cough ripped through your chest. You dared to trudge deeper into the apartment, kicking your heels off and leaving the door ajar— in hopes that the smoke would disperse to hopefully at least restore some of your vision.

You felt around the room blindly, cautiously walking to avoid stubbing your unsuspecting toes against any chair legs or counter corners.

You spotted him there— amid the smoke— white hair blending in all so perfectly. That dense mist-like smoke creating an eerie feel of mystery and danger, perfect to disguise the mischievous fox within. You couldn’t help but think it suited him.

You sauntered up behind him, wrapping your arms around his waist and standing up onto the very top of your tippy toes to peek over his shoulder to see the absolute disaster he was creating. “Whatcha making there love?” you asked curiously, giving him a loving peck on the cheek.

Mitsuhide turned around, a snakelike smile plastered across his features as if there was nothing out of the ordinary— as if he wasn’t there setting your house on fire with his culinary train smash.

He expertly evaded the question— master of avoidance and deception— or so he liked to claim—standing in front of the smoking mess, to shield it from your prying eyes. “Welcome home, my dearest mouse,” he beamed, holding your cheeks hostage between his hands to keep your eyes focused solely on him.

To humour him or not to humour him, that is the question?

Making your choice, you ducked down around him, shaking your head at the scene in front of you. “What in the world? Are you trying to imitate your latest investigation?” you teased, shooting him a playful little grin over your shoulder.

“It’s nothing to be concerned with, my dearest; now pray tell how your day has been,” he hummed out, trying once more to distract you with hands falling onto your hips, nuzzling his nose against you lovingly.

“My day,” you started, sparing the dodgy pan a final glance before turning to shrug off your coat as you took up residence atop a nearby kitchen counter. “ Was busy as usual, nothing to write home about,” you reported nonchalantly.

It was a long and tedious day, filled with the usual work, politics and chaos, certainly not the most ideal way you wanted to spend your birthday. On the contrary, you wanted nothing more than to spend your birthday at home, with Mitsu. Guilt tugged at your heart when you thought back to the morning— being greeted with soft cuddles and golden eyes filled with a dazzling glint of excitement at the prospect of a day off. He rarely got time off, and your heart sank even further, knowing the amount of effort and strings that needed to be pulled to allow it. Yet alas, the universe had different plans for you, as shortly after hearing out all the thrilling plans he had made, you had gotten a call summoning you into work.

“Whiskey?” you sighed out, breaking the comfortable silence that fell between the two of you. Without waiting for an answer, you reach across the counter to take hold of the whiskey bottle and two glasses. You poured the golden liquid into the glasses, adding a few ice cubes before holding one out towards Mitsuhide.

“My, are you certain you would not like to write home about your day? The stiff drink certainly is telling, mouse”, he teased with amusement and hints of concern, swishing the knife in the air casually before cutting up some onions and throwing it with the unidentified contents of the still smoking pan.

“Would you write back if I do,” you met his tease with a tired smile, handing him his drink and clicking your glass with his.

Mitsuhide simply shook his head, chuckling while taking a sip of the golden rye. “If your heart desires it, little one, now wash up. Dinner shall be ready momentarily,” he nodded, turning back the pan and adding some water from the kettle with brows furrowed in concentration, causing even more smoke to rise up.

You hummed contently, hopping off the counter, changing from your work clothes into your PJs— not wanting to linger too long; after all, you did want a kitchen to come back to. You crossed the threshold of the dining room only to see Mitsuhide set out two bowls onto the dining table with a proud smirk plastered across his face.

You swallowed, preparing yourself for the horror that was the meal you were to eat. Making your way closer, you inspected the bowl of goo with wide eyes. “So what do we have on the menu tonight chef,“ you asked, slipping into your seat—hoping to delay the inevitable as long as possible.

Mitsuhide shrugged and booped your nose in response, “just a simple meal made with love.”

You hummed, picking up a fork —ooh, you could not bring it over your heart to take a bite— so instead, you just moved the food around in the bowl like a fussy child at dinner time.

“Gracious, you’re not even touching your food, my love. Here, shall I help you.”

He scooped up a healthy helping of the sludge-like substance onto a spoon and held it out for you to taste. Your lips pursed, eyes narrowing at its contents. What in the 7 hells was this supposed to be? He brought the spoon closer to your lips, leaning forward to rest his chin on his other hand.

“Come now, little one, how are you to grow into a mighty mouse if you don’t eat the special birthday meal your husband lovingly prepared for you, hmm."

“I don’t think I will grow at all if I eat that; if anything, I think death will be imminent,” you quipped back.

“My my, how you wound me so, if you keep rejecting me, I may very well just burst into tears,” Mitsuhide sighed out dramatically, bringing his hand over his heart in mock hurt— yet the way his golden eyes shone told you he was anything but hurt.

“Fine! Fine!” you finally huffed out, turning your face back, wrapping your hand around his to bring the spoon to your mouth. Only a little taste, you thought with a gulp. You stopped short of your lips, praying to any and every god that you would be spared from the horrors of food poisoning.

Oh, how he tried, it warmed your heart, really it did, but the culinary genius inside you was screaming. Finally, you closed your lips around the spoon, letting the flavours coat your tongue; whatever it was, it was beyond fixing, so much so that you could almost hear Gordon Ramsay’s comments of the meal echoing in your head. Of course, the texture would be fine, Mitsuhide could execute that part well enough, but the taste, GOD, the flavour was a dead giveaway of a certain someone’s taste or rather lack thereof.

You swallowed the contents, trying to school your features into a carefree smile, only the delicate muscles of your face had not gotten the memo, instead pulling into a sour, scrunched up expression. “Mmm, this is great,” you managed to get out, sounding far less sincere than you had meant it to.

Mitsuhide, on the other hand, burst into a fit of cackling laughter. You realized then, you had been played. The cackling continued even after you narrowed your eyes, sending him an icy glare,” oh dearest, this is precisely why I love teasing you so.”

You crossed your arms and turned your face away with a ‘Hmpf.’

He tried to get your attention, but each time you turned away with a huff. “Has a cat caught my darling wife’s tongue,” came the amused words from the man you loved so dearly as he curled a stray lock of your hair around his fingers.

You dared to cautiously sneak a glance at him, only to see a broad grin littered with mischief. You quickly turned your face away once more, fearing he might see straight past your pouting facade. With mischief marrying his eyes, his hands moved toward your sides to tickle you mercilessly, “perhaps I shall use my skills as a detective to get you talking.”

You held out as long as you could, but the ticklish sensation caused laughter to bubble from your chest, “M-Mitsu s-stop, -stop,” uncontrollable laughter wasn’t the only sound to file into the room as your stomach let go of a large growl in hunger.

Of course, you had not eaten all day and, that, whatever it was, was less than satisfying to the taste buds.

Mitsuhide continued to chuckle as he shook his head, pulling out his phone to give it a sparring glance, “truly you amuse me to no end, my love.”

He leaned forward to kiss the tip of your nose while gracefully swooping up the unfinished bowl of goop. Taking elegant strides back to the kitchen, he shot you a smile from over his shoulder, “the pizza should be here soon,” the confession finally came.

Jumping from your seat, you ran after him. “You massive troll!” you accused, rolling your eyes and reclaiming your spot on the countertop to wait for the ACTUAL food to arrive while watching him clean his mess.

“How you flatter me so,” he purred out, slithering closer to you. That earned him another roll of the eyes, yet, you still found yourself inching closer to rest your forehead against his as you exchanged loving smiles. He met your soft lips in a fleeting kiss, then, hand coming up to cradle the back of your head.

“Happy birthday, my dearest,” was all he said, planting one more kiss onto your lips. You felt him slip something into your hair, and before you could question, his phone rang, causing him to turn on his heel and attend to it.

With a dazzling smile, you gazed upon the bellflower pin he had placed into your hair. His features softened as he matched your smile with one full of love for you. One thing was for sure, Mitsuhide may be an incorrigible tease, but you knew when it came down to it, he loved you with all his heart.

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penwieldingdreamer · 3 years

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Falling for you

The second installment of my drabble series. Let me know what you think about it. A big thank you again to @fortheloveoffanfic for being my beta 💗 Happy reading everyone

Also here are the songs played at the pub:

Bean Pháidín , Tell me Ma-Gaelic Storm , Galway Girl - Fiddler's Green

Summary: A few weeks later finds the reader in all kinds of embarrassing situations - mostly tripping over stuff or falling over people - right in front of Lee

Warnings: none, besides fluff, clumsiness and a little tinge of jealousy

Words: 2231

Another day on the set of the second installment of the Hobbit series and already you felt like the clumsiest of all people on set. Either you’d slip, trip or let stuff fall to the ground. But it wasn’t random, it only happened whenever you were around Lee or in his close proximity.

James and Martin had made fun of the fact that it would only happen with the tall actor, but you waved them off and of course Benedict chimed into the scheme.

“If I didn’t know better, I’d say you’re falling for the King, luv.” he said one time while the four of you had been granted a break from filming. “You make a fool out of yourself because there’s that one person that makes your heart skip a beat.”

Angrily shuffling your food around the plate, you glared at the British actor. “Well thank you for the vote of confidence. If you hadn’t said it I wouldn’t have known I was such a joke on set.”

“What Ben means to say, dear,” James started, putting his hand on your arm. “is, that when you feel something for another person you get clumsy, do crazy things or fall all over yourself because you can’t concentrate around them. All three of us went through that when we met the women we knew would one day be our wives. It has nothing to do with you being bad at your work, the opposite, actually.”

Reluctantly you nodded your head, feeling like you just made a fool out of yourself again in front of those that were your friends. “I’m sorry, it’s just that I’ve never been like that before and I fear if this happens more Pete will get tired of me messing up. I don’t want to lose this job.”

“You won’t,” Martin said with so much conviction, you couldn’t help but give him a small, teary smile. “Peter isn’t like that. He values your work as part of the crew and how you bring up new ideas or possible changes. Now if you were to set the whole place on fire that would be another case.”

Ben and James laughed softly and you couldn’t help the giggle escaping your lips when you listened to him. You were very lucky to have friends like them or you’d probably would have resigned after the first incident. “Thank you, you have no idea how much I needed this.” you said sending them a grateful smile. "But now I got to head back to work. The king on his throne is waiting for me."

All three laughed before Martin called after you. "Be careful up there and if you fall, fall in his lap, that's a lot more comfortable than the ground." he joked when you had turned back to the three actors but waved him off with your own middle finger. You knew he had a knack for putting his fingers up for the camera when he shouldn't and you were sure there were some scenes he snuck his middle finger in, just like he always did.

A chorus of laughter followed as you righted your work bag and made your way back to the set with Thranduil's throne.

Orlando stood underneath it, grinning up at Lee dressed up as the Elvenking and waited his turn. "Looking good, dad." he called with a chuckle and you could see the tall actor grin.

"Thank you, son. I feel very good up here." he answered leaning back on the chair, trying to fix his robes and wig as best as he could while a few strands were hanging in the branches of his crown.

Peter saw you emerging from the mass and called you over. "Ah, Y/N, good that you're here. Lee's just had a bit of a stumble up the stairs but we'll be doing a few headshots of him and well, you see the mess."

"Sure, I'll get right on it." you told him, taking a deep breath and steeling yourself so you'd be as relaxed as possible while working on fixing the actor. When he saw you approaching, Lee stood up and made to walk down, but you halted him with a motion of your hand. "Stay, I'm coming up so there's no repeat of that."

He stayed standing, watching you make your way up the stairs. Thank God there were handrails just in case. "If you insist

I could have come down, didn't want you to fall to your doom, dear mortal."

"Charms get you everywhere, huh?" you asked him with a grin as you ascended to the Weta built throne, pointing to the seat so he would sit back down again, keeping his long legs tugged to chair so you could start your work on his hair.

"So far it worked out rather well, I think." He told you, smiling as you gently pulled a strand away from the branch of his crown.

You couldn't help the small smile forming on your face as you listened to his jokes while you freed the last of his hair and righted his crown. A final touch of powder over his nose and you were finished. "Now, you're all done and you're looking regal again." You packed up your bag and turned to descend the stairs when you lost your footing and if it hadn't been for Lee's swift reaction, you would have tumbled down.

Short puffs of breath were leaving your mouth when you held on tightly to his shoulders, his arms circling your waist as you had fallen into his lap with that move. "Hello there." he whispered, watching your shocked face, eyes blown wide with fear. "You okay?"

Biting your lip, you couldn't help but enjoy the feel of his hands on your hip, the warmth spreading through your clothes. "I-I'm sorry, I, the stairs…I guess…missed steps." you brokenly mumbled, apparently having forgotten how to talk when you looked into his blue eyes. The contact lenses only intensified his gaze.

"Yeah, they're dangerous." Lee agreed, his head leaning closer, the rest of the world around you forgotten.

Yet before he could close the gap, Peter interrupted you with a loud whistle. "If you two turtledoves are ready, we'd like to continue." he called out to you with a chuckle. Of course everyone had seen that and you already felt the heat of your blush rising all over your body.

Carefully, yet hastily you scrambled off of Lee's lap and made your way down the stairs and to the back of the set. You would have loved for the ground to swallow you up when Benedict had come over and grinned at you.

"So, I don’t think you will tell me what that up there was.” he said matter of fact, knowing you wouldn’t even be able to describe it.

“Nope,” you said, eyeing the actor and PJ going over the next scenes with a dummy. “I’d rather leave it like it is. This is just too embarrassing."

He put his arm around your shoulders pulling you close. Martin was just walking around the corner having seen the whole thing and he instantly knew you'd be shutting down, only doing your work and nothing more, keeping your distance from Lee. The Brit found the eyes of his friend and co-Sherlock-actor, nodding once, then twice. They were your friends and could see that the sparks between their fellow actor and you were there, now they only needed to kindle the fire.

"Oh, this is wonderful." you gushed, looking around the Irish pub everyone decided to visit at the eve of their day off. "It's been too long since I had so much fun besides being on set."

Already the ciders and beers and whisky were flowing and everyone was laughing and singing with the band that played that night. James had decided to take a row of tables next to the musicians so the cast and crew that wanted to go there would fit into the seats.

"You all deserve a time off after the amazing work you did." Peter said, raising his pint of Guinness for a toast. You all followed suit, calling out a shout of "Hear, hear."

Laughing and listening to all the stories everyone was telling about their time on set, you enjoyed the feeling of warmth that spread through you. Not because of the alcohol but because of your family away from home.

"Are you enjoying the music?" James asked after a short while, himself listening to the tunes and words from his home country.

Nodding your head, you clapped your hands to the rhythm and smiled as a few people started to dance to the songs you couldn't understand the lyrics to. “What is she singing about?” you asked him, leaning in so he could understand the words with the louder music.

"It’s a really old Irish song, dating back hundreds of years in Ireland. This is one of the funny old Irish songs that is sung by a woman, and she sings about another woman." the Irish actor tried to explain over the loud music. "Back in the day women would get together and sing this song about the woman in town that was married to the man that they all wanted to be married to. ‘It’s a pity that I’m not Phaidin’s wife,’ and this woman who’s married to him, they hate her, and as the verses go on, they talk about what they’d like to do to her, like they want to break her legs and get rid of her and do anything to be this man’s wife. It’s a fun song. Irish music is like that. When you translate the words, sometimes it’s like gruesome and dark, but they’re meant in a lighthearted way."

You were always blown away by the way such a story could be shown in a nice tune. "The music is so lively, you'd never guess it's such a sad and dark story behind it."

"That's just the way the Irish are." James grinned at you before another song was starting.

"For our next song we'd love for you guys to get up, dance some more and just have fun." the female singer announced and waved to all patrons in the pub. The violin, banjo and drum began to play the first chords before the singer joined in. "Tell me ma when I go home, the boys won't leave the girls alone."

Benedict and James smiled at you, holding their hand out and pulled you from your seat and onto the provided dance floor where others had already started twirling around. "Let's dance and have some fun." the Brit said, giving you a twirl.

You couldn't help the smile that found its way on your lips as you danced around with the two actors, unbeknownst of the dark blue eyes following your moves. The dance was exhilarating and both James and Ben led you through the steps, jumping and twirling with other patrons until you were out of breath and another song was over.

When you came back to get something to drink you saw one of the seats being vacant. Lee was missing from the group of merry friends and you leaned over to Orlando, who had been sitting besides him. "Where did your dad disappear to?" you asked him, mirth coloring your words as you took a large sip of your drink.

He turned to you and smiled, patting the seat next to him, so you didn't have to stand. You were grateful for that with your feet aching from all the dancing you did with his fellow actors. "He said he needed to get back to the hotel, his flight back to the States is taking off early." Orlando said and your face must have shown your confusion as you didn't know Lee was needed back in America. "Shooting for Guardians of the Galaxy is starting in a few days and he wanted to get back earlier so he arranged it in the last few days. Peter knew about it, I'm surprised he didn't tell you."

"Oh, no, I really didn't know and Lee hadn't mentioned anything before." the disappointment colored your words and you sank back down in your seat. You couldn't help the feeling that it was something that recently happened and especially something you did or he would have been open enough to talk to you.

The British actor patted your leg and grinned. "Don't worry, he'll be back before you know it. Once he's done with that movie Lee's going to annoy us again with his dad jokes."

Nodding your head, you tried to feel confident, but still you didn't know why he didn't at least wait until you were back at the table to say his goodbyes. No he just left without so much as a word. Of course you were only there doing his make - up and hair but you had hoped that in the time you worked together you at least had become friends. Giving the dark haired actor a small smile you made your way back to your corner seat, staring off into space and trying not to get too drunk on your cider while thinking about why not even Peter had bothered to tell you his Elvenking was leaving the set sooner than planned.

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redhoodssweetheart · 3 years

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Shower Issues

Series: With All My Love

Pairing: Alpha!Jason Todd x Omega!Fem!Reader

Requested: Yes (REQUESTS ARE CLOSED)

Word Count: 1.7K

Warnings: Fluff and Angst, Alpha/Beta/Omega dynamics, swearing, mature thoughts

Description: Your shower breaks and you go to the alpha next door to borrow his.

A/N: This is part two of the With All My Love one shot series. Please read Be Mine before this, there is also Alpha down which takes play after they’re mated (I’m not really writing this in chronological order). I am also actively taking ideas and requests for this series of what you all would like to see. So if you have something that you would like to see (besides smut) then feel free to send it in.

“No, no, no,” you muttered as you tried and failed to turn your shower on. “Why now?!” You had to be at work in an hour and you wanted a quick shower to help wake you up. Banging your head on the wall you considered your options. You needed to call the landlord and let them know of the issue. Then there was the other part where you desperately wanted to shower before work. You glanced toward the wall you shared with Jason.

Steve would kill you if he found out.

Jason was an alpha. An unmated one. You were an unmated omega. This could stir up trouble.

Sighing in defeat you went next door still in your PJs (which were Red Hood themed) and knocked on Jason’s door. He appeared a moment later with a bowl of cereal in his hands. He seemed surprised to see you especially since you were in your PJs. “Hey Y/N, what’s up?”

“My shower isn’t working and I need to get one in before work. I hate to impose, but can I please use yours?” The words came out in a rush and you tried not to squirm under his gaze. Fuck this was awkward, you should have never come.

“Sure, do you want me to take a look at your shower? The landlord likes to drag his feet on stuff like this. I think I could moonlight as a plumber now because of all the work I’ve had to teach myself,” he had a lopsided grin that made your heart flutter. God he was so cute.

Focus.

“That would actually help me out a lot,” you said. “But you don’t have to, letting me use your shower is enough.”

He shook his head, “Go get your things and I’ll get my tools and we’ll swap apartments.”

Relief surged through you at his words and you felt less on edge. “Thank you, Jason,” you rushed back to your apartment and got a few things together. When you came back to his place he immediately went to yours while you hopped in his shower.

It was strange being surrounded by Jason’s things. Being inside his apartment… alone. You were in Jason Todd’s apartment and he was in yours. Was he gonna snoop through your things? You weren’t going to lie, you kinda wanted to steal one of his shirts and put it in your nest.

Holy shit, what the actual hell Y/N?

“Get it together,” you muttered to yourself as you began to quickly wash off.

In a moment of complete madness you used his body wash, just wanting a little part of him to carry and comfort you through the day. Only after you had done it did you realize that that was probably the worst idea ever and wondered if he would be able to smell it on you. You weren’t sure what it was about Jason that drove you absolutely wild, but you hadn’t known peace since you had met him and you found yourself wondering often if he had an omega. Your heart would hurt whenever that thought crossed your mind.

When you were done and changed into your work clothes you went back to your apartment and found Jason there still tinkering on your shower. “I know what the issue is,” he said without looking back at you. He just instinctively knew that you were there. “It’s a simple fix, happens to mine all the time.”

“I can’t thank you enough for this, Jason,” you said.

He hummed as he continued to work, content and comforted by your scent. He wanted to prove to you that he was worthy. And there were those thoughts again. At this point he was just rolling with them. He really liked you, but he wasn’t sure what your relationship with Steve was and he wasn’t the type to wreck a happy home. But if there was even a slim chance that he could win you over he would.

“It’s nothing, just doing my neighborly duty,” the lie rolled off his lips and he had to hold back a sigh. He wasn’t just doing this because he wanted to be a good neighbor. He just wanted to spend more time around you.

“I really need to get to work,” you told him. “There’s a spare key on the table by the door I’ll pick it up when I get home. Thanks again for doing this Jason.”

“No problem,” he called after hearing you begin to retreat.

It took Jason fifteen more minutes to finish working on your shower before he could pack up and leave. As he went to leave he paused in your living room and just scanned the apartment. Everything screamed you, for the small shelf of books and movies in the corner to throw on the back of the couch for those cold nights. He didn’t see anything that screamed an alpha lived here. Nothing of Steve seemed to touch the corners of your apartment, and for a moment he wondered what that meant.

In the hallway leading to your front door he noticed the pictures. He didn’t want to linger longer than necessary and make you feel as though he had invaded your space, but your smiling face caught his attention and he couldn’t help but pause. He saw you, Steve, and an unidentified red-haired woman all smiling and making silly faces at the camera. Jason smiled at the images there. He could tell instantly that you all were a tight knit group of friends. It was so mundane and simple, but he loved knowing that you were happy with them. That they could make you smile like this.

Maybe someday he could make you smile like that.

It was official, he was a goner.

Finding the key to your apartment he locked up and headed home, anxiously awaiting your return from work.

You were tired once your shift at the bookstore had finally ended. You wanted to go home and curl up and just watch your favorite movie and eat leftovers. Then you remembered that morning and that Jason had been left alone in your apartment.

You wanted to do something to thank him so you stopped inside the donut shop on the corner and picked up a variety of them, unsure which ones he liked. You remembered a few weeks ago he had invited you in for desert after you had brought over a dinner plate for him, but had declined.

Tonight you would bring the desert to him.

The elevator stopped on your floor and you fiddled with your clothes for a moment making sure you looked presentable. Heading to his door you knocked and waited for a few seconds before he was there, your key already in hand. “Are those from the bakery on the corner?” His eyes went immediately to the box in your hands.

“Yep, I thought I would bring some to you as a thank you,” you told him with a smile. “It means a lot that you fixed my shower for me.”

He shrugged and exchanged your key for the box of donuts, “Want to come in and share some with me?”

This time you didn’t hesitate, “Sure.”

He let you in and showed you to the kitchen where the two of you leaned against the counter and looked over the assortment of donuts, “Which ones do you want?” You saw his eyes on the cinnamon sugar and decided to play a little joke on him.

“I want that one,” you pointed to the one he had his eyes on.

His face dropped a little but he said, “All right.”

You bumped him with your shoulder, “I’m only teasing I saw you eyeing it. I’m gonna have a glazed.” You reached in and took the glazed donut, Jason’s eyes tracking the movement.

“That was mean,” he said and you could hear a little pout in his voice.

You giggled, “I couldn’t resist. You looked at it as if you wanted to marry that donut.”

“I was not!” He protested as he snatched it up out of the box and took a bite out of it. His moan told you just how much he loved those and you made sure to make a note of it for later. After a few minutes of the two of you silently eating he asked, “On the way out I noticed some photos on the wall. I know you and Steve, but who was the other woman?”

“That’s my friend Nat, we’re all high school friends,” you said. “They still live back home, but I wanted a change of scenery.”

“And you came here to Gotham?” Jason picked up a jelly filled donut and took a bite, some of the red filling left on the corner of his mouth. His tongue darted out and cleaned it away and your eyes watched, transfixed on his lips.

Focus.

“Seemed like a good idea when I came up with it,” you told him. “I haven’t lived here long enough to regret it yet.”

He licked the jelly off his fingers and your mind wandered to the x-rated thoughts. You wanted to lick it off of him and hear him groan. Stop that, you thought to yourself. “Thank you for bringing me donuts,” he said. “And sharing them with me.”

“Of course! And thank you for inviting me in and letting me use your shower this morning.” You were about to say something else when your phone buzzed in your pocket. Confused for a moment you pulled it out and saw Steve’s smiling face. “Shoot, I gotta take this. Thanks again Jason.” And then you were hurrying for his door, “Hey Steve.”

Jason once again left alone in his tiny apartment was once again consumed by thoughts of you. This was torture not knowing if Steve was just a friend or if he was something more. He didn’t want to ask you out right and there were ways of finding out, but he didn’t want to invade your privacy. He was going to respect you and treat you as a person and not just some omega.

But he was going to try and figure out little ways to spend more time with you. To talk to you.

An hour after you left he headed to the cave to prepare for patrol. Maybe he should show up at your apartment as Red Hood to surprise you. You had said you liked Red Hood and thought he was sexy.

He shook his head. Not tonight, but maybe some other time.

Now he just needed to make sure his brothers didn’t figure out that he was head over heels for an omega and that that very omega was his new neighbor.

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lovemeleo · 3 years

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O’Knutzy comes to babysit

To say this was heavily requested would be an understatement! Not only is this the next part in my Asher Pascal series but O’Knutzy is babysitting! This took forever but I hope you all enjoy it! These OCs and their world belong to the always amazing @lumosinlove.

If you haven’t read the rest of the Asher Pascal series, here is the master list!

CW: mild injury and mention of blood (nosebleed)

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The week after they took Asher to practice was filled with the same question.

“Le? Where’s Le?”

After the seven days of it, Sirius and Remus finally broke. They called Leo, asking if he would want to stop over and see Asher.

Leo was of course excited from the minute they asked, “That sounds great but I’ve got an even better idea. Y’all don’t get to go out too often, why don’t you guys go out to dinner or something? I can stay in, watch Asher for the day or night or whatever.”

Raising an eyebrow, Sirius looked over at Remus before answering, “You sure you wanna do that, Nut? He’s moving like crazy now, getting into shit.”

“Yeah, I’m sure. I would really love to. Just tell me a day and I’ll be there.”

Now today was finally the day. Asher had been running around all morning, a consistent chant of “Le Le Le” following wherever he went. Sirius and Remus had decided to spend the day out, doing dinner and a couple of the touristy stops nearby.

The doorbell rang around two and Asher was scooting his way down the stairs to the door. He still hadn’t mastered walking down the stairs, but he was getting there.

“Le Le Le!” Asher stood happily, waiting for one of his dad’s to open the door. He was excited but he knew better than to open the door without them.

Remus followed after, swinging the door open. He couldn’t help but laugh at the sight, “I should’ve known you’d all be coming.”

“We’re a package deal, Loops.” Logan said with a grin as Asher ran at Leo’s legs, staring up at him happily.

Leo swung him up onto his hip as they all made their way into the living room where Sirius was pulling on his jacket, “Ah, I see you brought backup?” He smiled, handing Remus his jacket.

“Eh, they would’ve gotten all whiny if I left them behind.” Leo shrugged, bouncing Asher as he wiggled happily in his arms.

Two identical sounds of offense came from next to him but Leo ignored them, pressing kisses all over the giggling baby’s face.

Remus smiled as he put on his own jacket, “There’s food in the fridge. I put a list of foods that he’s been liking on the fridge, but honestly your guess is as good as mine if he’ll actually like it at that moment. We’ve got Disney Plus and Netflix, he’s not really picky with shows. He’s got a toy box in the basement by the rink as well as in his room, but he’d honestly play with anything. Diapers are all next to the changing table upstairs. If you need us, you have our numbers. Any questions?”

“Nope, we’ve got this, Loops. No worries.” Finn said with a grin, making a silly face at Asher, making him giggle and hide his face in Leo’s chest.

Sirius smiled, “Alright guys. We’re gonna head out then. Last thing, try to watch your language. He’s picking up words like crazy so if we come back and he’s swearing, I’ll have you running laps before you can say Désolé, got it?”

The three boys nodded, knowing that the captain would never joke about laps.

Remus and Sirius both leaned over, pressing a kiss to Asher’s curls, “We love you, bub. Be good for the Cubs, Ash, alright? No crazy parties!”

“Yes party!” Asher shouted back, giggling wildly as his dads pressed kisses to his face.

“Have a good day, guys!” Remus said as Sirius pushed him out the door.

And then they were alone. With a whole child. Not just any child but the captain of their team’s child.

Asher looked up at Leo, a small pout forming on his face, “Buh-bye?”

Rubbing his hand along the little boy’s back, Leo nodded, “Yeah, they went buh-bye, but they’ll be back later. Did your daddies feed you though? You hungry?”

“‘Gettios!” Asher perked up in Leo’s arms, looking up at him excitedly as they walked to the kitchen. Logan pulled open the fridge, digging through until he found a large bowl filled with Spaghettios.

Asher cheered as soon as he saw the bowl, making the boys laugh. “Guess that’s the right one, Lo.” Finn said, sitting at the kitchen table as Logan made a small bowl up and heat it up in the microwave.

After settling Asher in his highchair, Leo sat down in the chair next to him, fixing a bib around his neck. Finn couldn’t help the happy sigh he let out. It’s just.. This was domestic as fuck. Like Asher obviously wasn’t their kid, but they were all taking care of him and Logan was making food and Leo was getting him all buckled in. One day.

Logan brought the bowl over, grabbing one of the baby spoons from the drawer, “Can he feed himself?” He asked, setting the bowl on the little highchair table.

Finn shrugged, “Give him the spoon and see.”

They all turned to Asher who stared right back, “”Gettios?” He asked, his hands moving towards the bowl.

Logan quickly held out the spoon to him, “Want the spoon, Ash?”

Asher grabbed it, “Frozen spoon!” he said excitedly as he began to eat. Most of it even made it into his mouth. Most of it.

“We’re gonna have to give him a bath.” Leo said, leaning into his hand as he watched Asher absolutely demolish the food.

Finn shrugged, “I can do it. Can’t be too hard.” Logan couldn’t help the loud laugh that he let out.

“Yeah because bathing a squirmy child is just the easiest thing.”

As soon as Asher was finished, Leo got him unbuckled from the chair and handed him off to Finn, “Go on then. Let us know if you need any help.”

They heard Asher giggling all the way up the stairs as Finn took him up to the bathroom. Leo shook his head with a laugh as he wiped off the high chair.

“So how soaked do you think he’s going to be?” Logan asked as he wrapped his arms around Leo from behind.

Leo chuckled as he put the sponge back in the sink, “Oh, he’s definitely going to have to borrow some clothes from Loops.” He turned to press a kiss to Logan’s forehead before leading him into the living room.

They both flopped back onto the couch, letting out a breath.

“You’re good with him, mon soleil,” Logan murmured, reaching to intertwine his fingers with Leo’s. “Honestly so cute.”

Leo smiled softly, tracing over the older boy’s knuckles, “I like kids. Like they don’t judge you and they’re just so giggly and happy. It’s nice. They’re nice.”

A loud splash echoed from upstairs, followed by a happy squeal.

“Finn better not swear in front of him. I’m not doing laps because he can’t hold his tongue.” Logan glanced up the stairs to the noise.

The bathroom door creaked open, “Can someone get him some clothes? And also some clothes for me?” Finn yelled.

Leo laughed as he got up, “I called it. You wanna go grab Asher some clothes and I’ll get him some of Loops’ clothes.”

They met back at the bathroom, the door swinging open to Finn, completely soaked, and a grinning Asher in a cute hooded monster towel.

“Hi.” Asher said with a smile, his head resting on Finn’s chest.

Finn rolled his eyes fondly, “So I cleaned up the bathroom. Can you guys take him to get dressed so I can get dressed?”

Reaching out, Logan smiled, “Yeah, I’ll take the little monster.” Asher cuddled up to him as soon as he was in Logan’s arms.

They took him out of the bathroom, getting Asher dressed in his own room. Logan tickled his belly as they got him into a clean diaper and then a clean pair of pjs.

Finn joined them not long after, hair still wet but in dry clothes, “I threw my clothes in their dryer. What’s the plan now?”

“Why don’t we go downstairs and Ash can show us his toys?” Leo suggested, looking over at the little boy.

A smile quickly formed on Asher’s face, showing the few teeth that had started growing in, “Okay! I show you.” Asher tapped on Logan’s chest until he was set down, and quickly ran to basement stairs.

The three of them were off to follow him, getting to the top just as he began his butt-scooting journey.

“Well, that’s fu- really adorable.” Finn caught himself, remembering Sirius’s warning about the swearing.

Logan chuckled, “Nice catch, mon rouge.” He said before following after Asher. By the time they made it down, Asher had already begun pulling various toys out of the box.

Looking around the room, Finn let out a whistle. The entire basement was amazing. An entire rink, a giant TV in the corner with multiple consoles, and toys everywhere. He wondered how often Loops and Cap came down here to skate? He walked over to the short wall that wrapped around the rink, opening the small gate that blocked Asher from getting on. “This is wicked. Imagine having your own rink in your basement..”

Logan leaned over the wall, “I feel like Cap spends a lot of time down here. Honestly, Loops too.” He muttered.

“My daddies skate all the time. I skate too.” Asher explained as he pulled out of the last of his toys.

Smiling, Finn watched as the toys were spread across the floor, “You skate too? Are you any good, Little Loops?”

Asher was up and heading towards the rink before they could blink, “I skate good.” He assured, grabbing the small pair of balance skates that sat next to the gate and pulled them on over his socks.

They watched as he stepped carefully onto the ice. His legs wobbled a bit as he moved his feet forward, sliding across the little rink. He was actually doing pretty well for a small child, and Finn said as such.

But Finn spoke too soon.

After getting complimented, Asher turned to grin at Finn but he must’ve turned too quick. His left foot slipped back, making him flop face first into the ice. The basement was quiet as Asher pushed himself up, a stream of blood beginning to fall from his nose. As he saw it drop onto the ice, his eyes widened and he burst into tears, a loud wail cutting through the silence.

Leo quickly jumped onto the ice, picking Asher up, “Go get a paper towel or something!” He said to the guys as he got Asher off the ice.

“I bleed!” Asher cried, his fingers gripped at Leo’s shirt.

Finn quickly came back down the stairs, holding a washcloth, “Hey, look at you, bud. Getting your first hockey injury before you even get a pair of skates. You’ll be a pro before you know it!” He said, putting on a smile even though Leo could see he was freaked out. It appeared to be working though as Asher’s tears began to slow.

“I-I be a pro?” Asher mumbled as Finn wiped his face before carefully pinching his nose. They all had bloody noses before and knew what to do, but it was a bit different with a little kid.

Logan came down with new clothes for him to change into, since his current outfit had blood on it, as well as an ice pack. They all moved over to the cushy couch pushed into the corner of the room, Asher sitting in Leo’s lap.

“Of course you’re gonna be a pro, Ash. You’re already skating so well.” Logan assured him as Finn kept his fingers pinched over his nose.

Asher whimpered softly at the pressure on his sore nose, tears forming in his eyes again, “Ow, that’s ouch.”

Finn winced, but kept the pressure, “I know, bud. But we’ve gotta keep it for a couple more minutes. Then maybe we can have some ice cream?”

He perked up a bit at the mention of ice cream, “I like ice cream.” Asher whispered, his eyes flickering between the three boys as if to make sure they were telling the truth. As if any of them could tell him no.

“Of course, little man. After we’re done, we’ll get you in your clean pjs and then have some ice cream.” Logan reassured him.

When they hit the 10 minute mark, Finn carefully removed his fingers and the washcloth. Luckily the bleeding had stopped. They all let out a quiet sigh of relief, but they were still going to have to explain to Sirius and Remus why their son’s face was bruised.

Logan and Leo carefully pulled off the dirty pjs, replacing them with a clean cozy pair as Finn threw the dirty clothes and washcloth into the wash.

He came back to Asher curled up on Leo’s lap, sniffling softly as Logan helped him hold the ice pack on his nose.

Asher perked up as he came back, “Ice cream, Finn? We have ice cream now?”

“Yeah, bub. Ice cream now.” Finn said with a smile.

They all made their way to the kitchen and sat at the table. Leo kept Asher on his lap, holding him close. Seeing him fall like that really freaked him out and he wasn’t about to let him go.

Finn pulled a bowl out of the cabinet, setting it on the table. A small frown appeared on Asher’s face as he watched Finn put a small scoop of ice cream into the bowl.

“Where’s your bowls?” Asher asked quietly, holding the ice pack to his face.

Logan leaned into his hands as he watched Asher, “That’s your ice cream, bud.”

Asher shook his head, “No, I share. You too.”

Chuckling softly, Finn grabbed three more bowls and gave them all the same portion, “Alright, we’ll all have some, Ash.” The little boy wiggled happily, leaning back into Leo again.

“Now why don’t you let us help you eat this? That way you can keep holding your ice pack.” Leo offered as Finn placed the bowls out.

Asher paused, looking between his ice cream and the ice pack before letting out a soft sigh, “Yeah, that’s good.”

They all enjoyed their ice cream, each of the boys taking a turn feeding Asher his. In between them giving him bites, he began dozing off on Leo’s chest.

“Looks like it’s time for bed.” Logan whispered, setting his spoon into his bowl. Leo looked out the window, surprised at how quickly the day had gone by. Sirius and Remus would be home soon. Finn collected the empty bowls, getting them into the dishwasher.

Asher sniffled softly, moving the ice pack from his face, “Nuh-Night time?”

Carefully resting the small boy on his hip, Leo made his way up to his room, “Yeah, bub. Time for bed.” He pulled back the blankets in the crib, gently laying Asher down in the middle.

Asher let out a big yawn, wincing as the movement twinged his nose, “Night-night, Le. Love you.” He brought his hand to his mouth, blowing Leo a kiss.

Leo couldn’t hold back the giant smile that spread on his face as he blew a kiss right back, “Night, Ash. Love you too.” He murmured. There was a noise machine next to the night light, and Leo turned on both of them before heading back to the living room.

When he got back in, both of his boys were sprawled on the couch. “Who knew taking care of a kid was so hard?” Finn muttered, his head on Logan’s lap.

“Literally everyone knows that, sweetheart.” Leo said with a laugh, plopping into the empty spot on the couch before turning on the TV for some background noise.

Logan glanced at the TV before looking back at Leo, “We’re gonna have to tell Loops and Cap we broke their kid,”

Just as Finn was about to reply, the front door was opening.

“Well, the house is still standing so it couldn’t have been that bad.” Sirius said with a laugh as he tossed his keys on the table.

Remus hung his jacket up, looking over the pile of boys on his couch, “You all have a good day? How was he?”

There was a pause before it erupted out of Logan, his eyes wide, “We broke him!”

Finn quickly smacked him in the arm, “Jesus, Lo. Why would you say it like that?” He exclaimed.

“You broke him?” Sirius asked, his eyebrows furrowed.

Leo let out a sigh, “We didn’t break him. He was showing us his skating skills downstairs, and slipped. Hit his face on the ice. He’s okay, his nose bled a bit but Finn bribed him with ice cream.” He explained.

There was a pause before Remus let out a laugh, “God, he’s got the worst balance. Did his face bruise this time?”

Logan’s eyebrows furrowed, “This time?”

Sirius nodded, “Oui, cette fois. He trips over his own feet, but he’s getting better. Or he was. Probably trying to show off for you guys.” Finn could feel Logan let out a sigh of relief.

“We told him he was a pro now because he got a hockey injury,” Leo said with a grin. “He just fell asleep like 15 minutes ago though.”

Sitting in the chair across from them, Remus smiled, “Well it sounds like an eventful day. W-Wait, are those my clothes, Finn?”

Finn looked down, blush spreading on his face, “Um yeah. Sorry, Loops. Ash decided that I also needed a bath? But I was still wearing my clothes… And Cap’s would’ve been way too big.”

Sirius let out a laugh, “Love that you got stuck with bath duty, Harz. But really, thanks for watching him for us. It was nice to get out of the house without having to worry about keeping an eye on him. We really appreciate it. Did you guys wanna stay here? You all look beat.”

“Nah, thanks though, Cap. I think we’ll head home.” Leo said as he corralled his boys, handing them their jackets.

After they said their good-byes, the Cubs made their way out to the car and started to head home. It was quiet for a bit before Logan broke the silence.

“Well that effectively healed me of my baby fever.”

Finn and Leo burst out laughing in the front seat, glancing back at him in the rearview, “No babies, mon chou?”

Humming softly, Logan leaned back into his seat, watching the smiles spread on his boys’ faces, “Maybe. Maybe one day.”

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wonderlandhatter · 3 years

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Fixations and love.

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Reader (I’m fairly sure I didn’t include any pronouns so it can be read as gender neutral)

Summary: Just fluff honestly, it’s quite short but it’s pretty much just Spencer coming home from a case, you’re making bread and lots of cuddles and kisses. Pretty much just fluff with plot.

Word count: 1674

Warnings: None just a load of fluff.

Prompt: 7. “Well the probability of that is 0 but knock yourself out”

A/N: Thank you so much for the request. i posted this like 10 days ago but it was unedited and honestly awful, I haven’t had any inspiration to write in ages, i tried to fix the mess that this was but I still don’t think its great, its ok but anyways. I’m going to try and get out of this slump.

A/N2: My old account got deleted so I'm just reposting my fics I would appreciate if you could bust this so i could get back to where my account was thank you for your time.

God you hated mornings. They are just horrible, people that like them should not be trusted, they must have issues if they enjoy leaving their nice warm bed.

That’s why you always stayed up late, it had always been that way, when the sun was down is when you felt your happiest and most productive.

And that is why you are currently up at 2am making bread in your kitchen, well attempting. You had wanted to have had the bread done by now or at least by the time Spencer got back home from their latest case. But maybe your plans to bake in the morning got pushed back by the fact you slept until 2pm (it’s the weekend so no judging) and then had some work you brought home to finish so yeah, you’re doing it now. But better late than never.

You were currently sitting on your couch watching greys anatomy while you let your dough rest (for the third time because you may or may not have been very unsuccessful thus far but third times the charm right).

While you were completely wrapped up in the current episode you heard the keys turning and your front door opening to reveal your very handsome boyfriend finally home from a weeklong case.

As soon as you both made eye contact smiles appeared and you rose from your spot and ran straight into his open arms were your face buried into his chest welcoming his familiar smell and he buried his into the top of your head letting the smell of home engulf him, your smell.

You stood there for a minute or two like you always did. After every case when Spencer came home to you, you hugged him, you held each other because that’s what you needed what you both needed, sometimes longer than others but without fail you needed to feel him to feel that he was there and that he had gotten home safe.

He needed to feel you to feel at home and grounded and at peace, he needed to feel the happiness you could only bring to him in contrast of the sadness and horror he was stepping away from.

Spencer was the first to break the silence as you gripped his cardigan , he kissed your temple before speaking “I don’t think I will ever get tired of coming home to you” you smiled at that, home you loved it when he called you home, “I truly hope you don’t, I know I will never get tired of coming home to you” you said the last part as you looked up at him and saw he was already looking at you with a love sick smile, he brought one of his hands up you cup your cheek and you leaned in welcoming the familiar touch.

“I love you y/n” you smiled, god you had heard him say it so many times but it would never fail to make you smile, and so you leaned up and capture his lips in a kiss that said more you ever could.

The first kiss after a case was always all consuming, it was filed with so much love, lust and emotion. It was powerful and wonderful; it was everything you couldn’t share while you were apart and everything you did; all the I love yous and the I miss yous shared over the phone all in one kiss all to show that even though he you couldn’t always be together physically the love and care would always be there. It made you feel loved and any insecurities you or he had about themselves or the relationship were wiped away. It was a dream.

You pulled away first cursing your lungs for needing air, neither you or Spencer opened your eyes just leaned on each other’s forehead basking in the moment and relishing in the love just shared, “I love you too spencer, so much”.

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Spencer had gone to shower a little after and you were making coffee, currently adding his mountain of sugar. You had gotten him to cut back on it a little, but it barely mattered he still took it like there was no tomorrow.

You heard him coming out of the shower and approaching you, your back was still to him as you made the coffee so he hugged you from behind and rested his head on your shoulder leaving light scattered kisses on your neck his half dried hair tickling you as he did you giggled.

“Spence stop your tickling me” you giggled while wriggling in his hold, “fine but only because I see coffee and I haven’t had any in too long”.

You half turn around to pick up his mug while now being caged in between the counter and him and handing him his mug.

He takes it from you with a grateful smile and takes a sip “thank you love, it’s perfect” he says after tasting it and kissing your cheek, you reply with a simple and very cocky ‘I know’ before picking up your own mug and taking a sip. Spencer simply sighed out a breathy laugh and shook his head.

Spencer set his cup down on the counter behind you and rested his hands on your hips one hand mindlessly making its way under your shirt, circling your left hip with his thumb without even thinking about it more of just an instinct to need to feel you in any way possible, you both stood like that in comfortable silence.

Spencer broke the silence as the thought popped in his head “so, what were you up to so late” your eyes widen with excitement, you had completely forgotten about the bread dough, it should be ready by now. Jumping up and setting your mug down you practically ran to where you had left your dough to rise.

“Oh, I nearly forgot” you paused in front of the bowl and looked at Spencer who was looking at you with an amused grin, while leaning on the counter and sipping his coffee. So, you explained plainly “I’ve been making bread”.

He raised a questioning eyebrow at you and repeated your statement but as more of an amused question than a statement. “You’ve been making bread?” you just scowled at him and answered very overexaggeratedly, “yes Spencer I have been making bread” you answered strongly, and he just gave you a look before you continued.

“Fine it hasn’t been very successful but this time I know it will be perfect I just need to check that my dough has risen”.

Spenser loved how you got these hyper fixations, you would obsess over shows and hobbies, you would have so much joy and passion for each of them and he loved you even more for it. This time it looks like it was bread, but he quickly saw your face drop as you took the cloth of the top of your bowl.

“Did it not rise” you simply huffed and looked ultimately defeated as you leaned on the counter behind you crossing your arms looking like a sad puppy, you looked up when you heard steps and saw Spencer making his way to you.

“I don’t get it I followed the recipe exactly why do I keep messing it up” Spencer hugged you once he had reached you and rubbed circles onto your back “it’s alright love, bread is a really difficult and delicate thing to make, I’m sure you’ll get it.” This didn’t really make you feel better, you simply grumbled and inaudible response as your face was buried in his chest, Spencer tried his best not to laugh, you were just so adorable when you were tired and slightly grumpy.

“Tell you what love, its late why don’t we go to bed and try again tomorrow”.

You just grumbled into his chest again and this time he couldn’t hold back a tinny giggle, you knew he was right, you were tired plus you had run out of flour so tomorrow would be the better option.

You could feel Spencer’s chest move as he laughed at your response “come on love I’m sure you will get it tomorrow; I don’t have work so I can help you it will be fun” you simply replied a slightly less muffled response from your spot in his chest “Well the probability of that is 0 but you can knock yourself out“.

“Oh, come on grumpy boots, it will be fun you’re just tired just wait until tomorrow evening when you get your energy back”. “Fine Mr 187 maybe you’re right”.

“Yes I am, now come on I’m tired too, plus I’ve missed sleeping with you in my arms”.

You removed your face from his chest and looked at him while moving your arms up around his neck playing with the damp hair in the nape of his neck “I missed having you in my bed too, your hoodie isn’t the same, it smells the same, but it isn’t you”.

Spencer looked at your sad eyes recalling the nights alone “I know but I’m here now and I don’t plan on leaving your side while I am, now come on”.

You squealed as Spencer swiftly grabbed the top of your thighs and picked you up your legs wrapping around him out of habit. “Spencer I can walk”.

Spencer smirked and patted you bum with one of his hands as you hid your face in his neck to hide how flustered he was making you, “yeah well I want to carry you, I told you I’m not leaving your side while I’m home with you, I’m keeping you as close as possible”.

And with that he walked you to your shared room and laid you down, having already been in pj’s you didn’t need to change, he got under the covers with you and you held each other sharing kisses and I love yours until you drifted of feeling complete once again now that you were back together.

#criminal minds #criminal minds fic #criminal minds fluff #spencer reid #spencer reid fic #spencer reid fluff #spencer x reader

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alccaddsccup · 3 years

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impromptu babysitting

this was a request from an anon, i hope you like what i’ve written!

Ina x MC

warnings: just fluff

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“Bea that’s not how you play Monopoly!” Ina wipes a tear from her eye as she laughs at Bea’s antics

“What do you mean? You have to pay me money cuz you’re on my property” Bea crosses her arms and lets out a huff in feigned annoyance

“You can’t just take a property card and claim it’s yours”

“This isn’t fair!” Bea pouts before leaning over the table to start knocking all of Ina’s buildings onto the floor.

Ina shrieks with laughter as she tries to defend her ‘empire’ from Bea. She grabs hold of one of Bea’s flailing arms and pulls her closer and just like that, the space between them is only centimetres. Just as they’re about to close the gap, someone knocks on the door of Ina’s apartment. Bea pulls away

“Were you expecting anyone this late?” Ina sighs before getting up and making her way over to the door

“Not at all” She opens the door to find her sister looking rather anxious. She looks down to see her niece smiling at her excitedly, a small rucksack in her hands

“Hi there Charlotte” Ina bends down to give her niece a hug before straightening up

“Hey aunty Ina”

“Is everything all right Lilian?” Ina’s sister wrings her hands together anxiously as she lets out a sigh

“Work needs me in late. There’s been some kind of admin disaster at the office and I need to fix it pronto” Lilian puts a tender hand on her daughter’s shoulder and pushes her forwards slightly

“I really need you take care of Charlotte” Ina throws a glance over her shoulder at Bea, who has been listening intently. She nods at Ina to tell her that she doesn’t mind having date night crashed by her niece

“Of course!” before she takes Charlotte inside of the apartment she leans towards her sister and speaks in a hushed tone

“Bea is over tonight for date night, are you okay with her being here?” Lilian sighs but she can’t hide the soft smile that crosses her face.

She was so pleased when Ina found a woman that she felt so strongly for. She was less pleased to find out that the woman was one of Ina’s students, but she could see how much Bea meant to her and so she tried her best to be understanding

“That’s fine. It just means Charlotte has someone else to entertain her!” She gives her sister a hug before turning to go

“Thank you so much Ina, I promise i’ll make it up to you” Ina smiles and shakes her head

“You don’t need to, that’s what sisters are for” she waves goodbye before closing the door. When she turns around, she sees that Charlotte has joined Bea by the Monopoly board on the coffee table

“And so we have to take all the buildings and put them on this side” Bea points to her ‘properties’ and Charlotte begins to take all the buildings from Ina’s side. Ina rushes back over

“My buildings!” Charlotte dissolves into giggles as she grabs another handful of the game pieces and dumps them on Bea’s side of the table.Ina starts grabbing the pieces and placing them back on her side but the combined force of Bea and Charlotte is too much. They quickly claim all the buildings for themselves

“We won!” Charlotte lets out a cheer as Bea gives Ina a smug look

“Did you hear that? We won” Ina shakes her head and chuckles, she can’t find it in her heart to tell Charlotte that Monopoly isn’t played that way

“Come on then Charlotte let’s get you ready for bed” She holds her hand out for Charlotte to grab hold of but she is met with a very grumpy face

“But I only just got here” Charlotte crosses her arms and huffs which makes Bea laugh. Bea quickly places her hand over her mouth at Ina’s warning look

“How about you get ready for bed and then we can stay up for a little bit, right Ina?” Bea makes the suggestion to Ina and Charlotte nods vigorously before skipping over to grab her pyjamas from her bag. She also pulls out a colouring book and some pencils

“We can all get our pjs on and then me and Bea can do some colouring!” she rushes off to get changed before Ina can ask why she wasn’t included in the colouring party. Ina spins around when she hears Bea clear her throat

“Can I borrow some of your pyjamas?” Bea rubs the back of her neck and looks around sheepishly

“I didn’t think to bring my own” Ina smirks at Bea and raises her eyebrow

“What were you planning to wear in bed then?” Bea rolls her eyes

“You know exactly what I wasn’t planning to wear” Bea emphasises the word ‘wasn’t’ and Ina blushes at the meaning of Bea’s sentence. However, she quickly pushes the naked image of Bea from her mind as she makes her way to her bedroom to retrieve some nightwear for Bea to borrow

Once the women have gotten changed, they reenter the main room to find Charlotte sprawled out on the floor with a scattering of pencils and papers around her. She smiles widely when Bea approaches

“You can colour this one” she places a colouring page before Bea, it has a butterfly on it

“Wow, this is so pretty! Thank you” Bea lays on the floor opposite Charlotte and goes to pick a pencil to begin colouring with. As she goes to reach for the purple pencil, a small hand stops her

“That’s my favourite pencil, so be careful with it okay?” Bea chuckles as she picks up the pencil with extra care

“What about me?” Charlotte turns to face Ina and smiles at her as sweetly as she can manage

“Please can you make a hot chocolate for me aunty Ina?” Ina chuckles to herself as she realises why Charlotte didn’t include her in the colouring; she had been reduced to being her niece’s waiter

“Of course. Bea, do you want one?” Bea nods but doesn’t look up as she is intently focused on the colouring sheet before her

“Yes please”

Ina makes her way over to the kitchenette to begin making hot chocolates. As she gets to work preparing the drinks, she listens into the quiet conversation between Bea and her niece

“Your picture looks pretty” Bea points at a particular point on Charlotte’s page

“I really like the swirls” Charlotte smiles

“Thank you. I think yours is pretty too”

After a few moments of silence, Charlotte speaks again

“Do you think aunty Ina is as pretty as a butterfly?” Ina turns around at this moment to see that Bea has a delicate smile on her face and her cheeks seem to be slightly darker than they were before

“I think she’s much prettier than a butterfly” Charlotte nods before getting back to her colouring and Bea looks up to see Ina turning away. When she turns back around, she has the hot chocolates in her hands

“Your drinks are ready” She brings them over to where the pair are colouring before placing the mugs onto the coffee table

“Thank you aunty Ina”

“Thanks Ina” Bea sits up from colouring to take a sip of the hot drink

“Do I get to colour something now?” Ina asks Charlotte who points at a blank colouring sheet

“You can colour the caterpillar” Ina sits down besides her niece and picks out some colours for her masterpiece

“Did you know caterpillars are baby butterflies?”

“I didn’t know that!” Bea exclaims before rejoining the colouring session. Charlotte smiles proudly to herself as she continues colouring. It makes her feel smart to know things that adults don’t know

Once the three of them have finished colouring and Charlotte has finished her drink, they all make their way to the spare room of Ina’s apartment where an air mattress has been prepared especially for Charlotte. Ina tucks her niece in and kisses her on the forehead

“Goodnight Charlotte, sweet dreams” Bea stands by the doorway observing the way Ina cares for her niece; it makes her wonder what Ina would be like as a mother. As she turns to go, she hears Charlotte call her name

“Can you give me a goodnight cuddle please?” Bea’s heart melts at the cuteness before her and she makes her way to Charlotte’s bedside to cuddle her

“Goodnight Charlotte. Hopefully we can hang out again sometime if that’s okay with you” Her eyes light up at Bea’s suggestion and she nods excitedly

“We can colour more pretty pictures” Bea smiles as she pulls away

“That sounds awesome!” Ina and Bea leave the room, turning the light off on the way out. They make their way to Ina’s bedroom before snuggling into bed together. Bea is cuddled up to the back of Ina, one arm draped over her waist. She feels the vibration of Ina’s voice as she speaks

“It was nice seeing you with Charlotte this evening, she seems to really like you” Bea hums

“It was nice to hang out with her. She’s a good kid” Ina smiles gently and feels herself fill with pride at Bea’s words before she drifts into a peaceful sleep

Lilian returns the next day to retrieve her daughter and it takes 20mins before she can leave as Charlotte wanted to show her the pretty pictures that were made the night before, as well as a recount of the whole evening. When the pair finally make their way out, Lilian smiles tentatively at Bea

“Thank you for being so good with Charlotte” Bea is initially surprised that Lilian is speaking to her but she quickly masks her surprise with a smile of her own

“It was no trouble, Charlotte was fun to hang out with” Charlotte beams up at her mother before walking out the door

“Bye Bea, bye aunty Ina. I have to go now because my favourite show starts soon” All the adults laugh at Charlotte’s abruptness and Lilian quickly follows her daughter out before Ina closes the front door

#sorry if the ending is too abrupt #i didn’t know how to finish it 😭#and i didn’t wanna make this fic longer than it already is #playchoices #choices #choices stories you play #queen b #choices queen b #ina x mc #professor ina kingsley #professor kingsley #ina kingsley #ina kingsley x mc

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