#when i tell her i sometimes struggle with eating enough she's like 'oh sure now you diagnose yourself with an eating disorder for attention'

[lambertdiary]

NSFW!! if i can make my request could you write somthing about mike and reader being in a relationship and she takes care of abby when he's working and one day he comes back sad and upset cuz he's been fired and she comforts him?? and yk i feel like he might be a little sub when it comes to doing it

A/N: Hey!! This is my first time writing for this lovely character, so please let me know what you think of this! Also thank you so much for your request, please keep them coming

Word Count: 2.5k+

Warnings: NSFW, smut, brief hand job, blowjob, sub!mike x dom!reader, praise kink, unprotected sex, FNAF movie spoilers

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After A Bad Day

Mike was driving back home from the mall, his hands gripping the wheel a little tighter than usual. He had just been fired from his job, again. He needed that job if he wanted to keep custody of his sister, he needed to look good on paper since he didn’t think a judge would want Abby to live with his unemployed brother. 

The incident that caused him his job was something he wasn’t proud of, but if he was being completely honest it wasn’t even his fault, he was just doing what he thought was right, but his boss did not like that explanation.

He got out of the car as he held his belongings, taking a deep breath as he opened the front door. There was only one thing worse than getting fired, and that was having to tell his girlfriend about it.

“Hey” She greeted him as soon as he walked through the door.

“Hi” He greeted her back, but walked straight to the kitchen counter to drop off the stuff he was holding. It had been a long day and he didn’t wanna have to face her after losing his job, not yet.

“How was your day?” “It was good” He simply said, his short response giving her a heads up that something was off “Yours?”

“Really good actually, I managed to bond with Abby a little better during dinner. I think I’m in one of her drawings but she won’t tell me”

“I can imagine”

She left the couch and tried to approach him without coming off too strong, if something was off then she didn’t want to overwhelm him, so she stopped when she was close enough “I made spaghetti if you’re hungry”

“Thanks. Where’s Abby?”

“She went to her room a while ago, I’m pretty sure she’s sleeping now”

“Did she eat her dinner?”

“I tried my best but you know her”

“Yeah” He turned around to face her, revealing his injured fists.

“What happened to you? Are you okay?” Y/N approached him completely, her hands going straight to his.

“Yeah, I’m fine. I’m just gonna go take a shower” He freed himself from her grip as he started to make his way to his bathroom.

“Mike…” She stopped him, her glance asking for an explanation when he turned to meet her gaze.

“It was stupid, don’t worry about it”

“What happened?”

Mike stayed silent for a moment, struggling to spit the words out “I uh- I got fired”

“Oh my god Mike, I’m sorry” She could see the disappointment in his face. She knew it was hard for him and she wanted to help, but sometimes he would lock himself up and not let her in “What happened?”

“It was a misunderstanding”

“How?” He simply shook his head, his eyes falling to the ground “What did you do?”

“It doesn’t matter… Look, we can talk about it later, okay? I just need to get my mind off things and take a shower”

She nodded and slowly closed the distance between their bodies, her arms going around his neck “Why don’t you get the shower started while I check on Abby? And I can join you if you want” Her words lingered in the air for a moment as Mike gathered his thoughts. There was a lot going on in his mind. Getting fired, having to look for a new job, the possibility of losing custody of his sister, but it all faded slowly when he was with her “Still there?” She asked, pulling him out of his thoughts.

“So you’re not mad at me? You wanna join me in the shower?” 

“Of course I’m not mad at you, and I think that you need to relax. You’re right, get your mind off things and we can talk about it later” She guided him to the couch, sitting next to him as one of her hands fell on his knee, tracing small circles on it “Does that sound good?”

“Y- yeah”

“Are you having a stressful day, baby?” He nodded softly, his tongue wetting his lips quickly “You know, I can help with that” Her hand started to rise up his leg, getting closer and closer to his crotch area.

He swallowed hard as he watched her hand, his trousers getting tighter by the second. She was taking her sweet time, her bottom lip trapped between her teeth as her amusement grew watching him get desperate for contact.

She fell to her knees in front of him, her hands spreading his legs to make enough space for her between them “Wanna get rid of these?” She asked, tugging at his bottoms and he just nodded.

He watched and he patiently waited. She imagined him enjoying the tension of anticipation as she hooked her fingers around the sides of his trousers and slowly, slowly, agonisingly slowly worked them down his legs until they pooled around his ankles. She decided to tease him a bit longer, so she admired his cock covered only by the thick black cotton of his boxers that was just a few centimetres away from her face. She dragged her palm over the lump and watched his eyes widen. He breathed a sigh at the contact, the pressure in his stomach releasing just the smallest bit at the relief. She didn’t break eye contact once, she loved to see the effect she had on him.

After just a moment, her hand slid under the waistband of his boxers, her cold hands against his hot skin caused a hiss to leave his mouth as she curled her fingers around his thickness. She laid her cheek on his thigh, watching each pass of her own hand over his cock.

“Do you want me to take you?” She asked him, expecting an obvious answer from him, but she repeated her question when she didn’t hear a single word fall from his mouth “Mhm, do you?”

“Yes, please” He replied in a desperate tone.

A smile appeared on her face. She sat up straight and positioned herself better between his legs, her mouth slowly approaching his cock as he completely got rid of his pants and boxers. She took the base and her fingers barely connected around his cock, a sight that made him moan on his own.

He was looking down at her with his eyes begging for more, his breath staining when he felt the spit she had collected in her mouth go down his cock. She pressed her soft lips against his head, opening her mouth a little wider when she started to slide down his prick. 

A choked moan left his throat at the feeling. She stopped immediately and looked up at him “You have to be quiet, we don’t wanna wake Abby up, do we?” He shook his head, his mouth slightly open “Good boy”

She went back and took him again, hollowing her cheeks around him and her head bobbing painfully slowly. She repeated the motions a few more times but never fully pulled back, and he could feel her warm tongue at different spots and his cum glossing over her lips.

The entire time he was trying his best to stay quiet, he knew he had to, but he couldn’t help himself with how good she was making him feel. He let out a soft moan as her head continued to pump his base to meet with her lips, and as her pace began to quicken the more desperate he was getting for a release. 

It was taking everything in him to keep it together right now, squeezing his eyes shut for a moment to try and calm his urges. He let out a long breath, he needed more but he knew he had to be patient, but a particularly good suck made him involuntarily buck his hips up a bit. His eyes shot open as her hand lightly smacked the side of his thigh, warning him.

“Sorry, sorry, I- I’m sorry”

She continued to take him, and he was repeating in his mind he had to be more careful, but it was hard with the sight of his cock disappearing between her lips and her spit coating in his cock.

He was thankful when she started to go faster and deeper, she was sucking and licking repeatedly, her tongue tracing the vein along his cock as the weight laid heavy in her mouth. The pressure in his stomach was tightening with each pass of her mouth, letting both of them know he was close. He almost begged her to keep going, but the words ‘Don’t stop’ got stuck in his throat and a soft whimper replaced them. She had done that before, taking away the pleasure just moments before his release, but she wasn’t planning on doing that today, not when he was already having a hard day.

One of fists was taking a handful of the couch and the other was placed over his thigh, his nails digging his skin every time he felt his tip brush the back of her throat. The feeling of her spit drooling down onto his balls was what pushed him over the edge, and there was nothing he could do about it but cum.

“Oh fuck, I’m cumming” He moaned as quiet as he could. 

Her thumb circling his hand gave him the permission he was waiting for. It only took a couple more passes of her soft lips before he was shooting his release down her throat, his eyes screwing shut as he tried hard to keep every sound as low as possible.

She was working him through his orgasm, licking and swallowing every single drop of cum he was giving her. Once she took all of it, she pulled back, the smallest lick of her pink tongue rolling over his head to collect the last drop of release that was still there and a thin line of spit and cum was connecting his cock and her lips before breaking and falling over her chin.

Her gaze was glassy, her lips swollen and her hair a bit of a mess, but he swore that it was the most beautiful sight he had ever laid eyes on.

“Do you feel better, baby?” Her voice was as soft and innocent as ever, only adding to the filthy scene.

He swallowed hard before answering “Yes” 

“Good. Are you gonna join me in the shower then?”

He watched her as she got up and made her way to the bathroom, his eyes following her. He wanted to get up and run to the bathroom, but he was still recovering from his orgasm.

“Mike” She whispered when she made it there, waiting for him to follow her “I’ll be waiting for you”

She entered completely and Mike heard the water running so he immediately got up, bursted into the bathroom and locked the door behind him. She smiled when she saw him, the bottom part of his outfit still gone.

Y/N let her sweats fall to the floor, her top joining shortly after. She wasn’t wearing anything underneath and she could almost hear him willing her to turn around to let him see more than just her naked back.

He decided to get rid of the rest of his clothes when she stepped into the shower. He joined her and he secretly admired her naked body. 

She finally turned around, giving him a full view of her front, and her lips found his right away, he could taste the traces of his cum still on her lips. His hands travelled up and down her back as her hands landed on his hair. She lightly pulled his head back to give her more neck space, kissing and softly biting down his neck.

With the water muffling any sounds, he allowed himself to let out a moan slip past his lips “It’s my turn to come, yeah?” She whispered as her hand went down his body, finding his hardening cock.

He nodded frantically as his hips betrayed him again with a buck against her hand, but she let it slide this time. He rolled his head back to feel the water run down his face, taking a deep breath before grabbing her hips and lifting her up, holding her with her back against the wall. 

They started kissing again, this time more desperate for each other, but especially Y/N who had been getting uncomfortably and painfully wet between her legs the moment she went down on him. Her front was pressed against his and she could feel his hard pressing against her tummy.

“Go on baby, I want you inside me” His response was a low grunt, so he positioned himself and slid his aching cock inside her, slowly moving in and out until she asked for more. He was going deeper with each thrust, and her eyes began welling up with tears at the complete ecstasy coursing through her veins. He went even deeper, hitting her special spot just right. Her walls began to tighten around every inch of him as his brows furrowed in pleasure.

“Faster” She whimpered and he happily obliged.

He quickly picked up a faster pace, her breathing becoming stained at the motions as her nails scratched down his back.

“Play with my clit baby, I know you can handle it” Her words made him moan but he did as she said. He positioned his left arm better to be able to hold her with it alone while his right hand found her clit between their bodies, the immediate feeling of pressure making her head fuzzy.

He motioned slightly faster, this time making small circles around it. The pressure had her crumbling against him almost instantly, as soon as he felt her legs begin to shake against him he started to thrust deeper into her. 

By the way her eyes squeezed shut he knew she was close, and so was he, but he had to wait a little longer this time. Finally, that familiar feeling was coming closer and closer, the edge of her climax making her walls tighten around him and her mouth hanging open as moans of his pretty name fell repeatedly from her lips.

“You’re doing so good, baby” She breathed, the praise making him go deeper “Just a little more, I’m almost there”

Just a few seconds after that, the knot in the pit of her stomach became tighter and tighter, her soft moans flowing out of her mouth even more as the pressure sent her into complete bliss. Her entire body twitched against his, her head rolled back in pleasure. 

His second orgasm followed shortly after, this time his cum staining her walls as his thrust became sloppy. He fucked himself through his overwhelming orgasm, prolonging hers.

When they were both done, he let her down gently, pinning her against the wall with one arm above her shoulder and his head pressed against the wall as he looked down at her body. 

“Good job” She whispered into his ear.

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[scarletwinterxx]

lily and chocobi - dad haechan scenario

helloooo and I am back. this has been on my mind for a while now and I miss the Haechan-Nari daddy daughter duo🥺 hope you like this one🤍

pt. 1 - Lee and Lily

pt. 2 - bigger that the whole sky

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You and Haechan were in the living room catching up on the show you're watching when Nari comes down from her room. The little Lee rubbing the sleep away

"Oh hello there lovebug, good nap?" Hyuck asks, your daughter doesn't give him an answer instead she climbs up on his lap, laying down on her dad

"She's still out of it" you chuckle, brushing her hair away from her face

"Do you want a snack? A juicebox?" you ask Nari, "Can I eat the chocobi?" she asks, her tiny voice making you and Haechan smile.

You did promise her she can eat the snack after she takes a nap. It was a good enough bargain because usually she would put up a fight but this time she went down with no struggle.

"Sure, mommy will get it for you. How about you, love? Snacks? drinks?" you ask Hyuck

"Chips maybe, thank you Honey" he tells you before you make your way to the kitchen.

You come back with snacks in hand, Nari who still laying on her dad moves over the couch to sit between the two of you. You hand her the snack which she expertly opens,

"I swear you taught her that" you tell your husband

"It's a good snack, of course I was going to show it to our daughter"

The three of you continue your lazy afternoon like that. Nari too occupied with her snack while Hyuck and you continue to watch the show before someone calls you on the phone.

You excuse yourself to go the other room, leaving the two on their own.

"Dad?"

"Mhm?" Hyuck looks over at his daughter

"Can I have some of that?" she points at the snack Hyuck was having

"This? It's a bit spicy for you, angel. If you want you can have a bit, but only a bit okay?" he tells her, getting one from the bag with the least flavor powder on it before giving it over to Nari.

Hyuck was never the one to say no to his daughter, you sometimes scold him about it but there's no stopping him. He watches his daughter with careful eyes, getting the water tumbler on the table ready just in case.

Nari looks at her dad first then the snack, "You don't have to eat it if you don't want to" he tells her

"A wittle bit?" she says, Hyuck chuckles then pinches her cheeks

"Okay okay, tell me if it's spicy okay?"

The little girl nods her head before taking a bite of the single chip she was holding. At first she's unsure, the unfamiliar flavor spreading in her mouth before she feels the sting.

Hyuck can tell she's about to cry, seeing the tears slowly forming. Immediately he takes it from her, wiping her hand to make sure nothing stays her hand and accidentally wipe it on her eyes then gives her a drink

"You okay? Does it hurt? Oh love, don't cry" Hyuck tells Nari, hugging her to his chest. He can never handle seeing his little girl cry, no matter how small of a deal it is.

When you walk back to the living room, you see a teary eyed Nari and a nervous looking Hyuck

"What happened?" you ask. The moment they hear your voice, they look over at you. Immediately Nari runs over to you, the tears running down her face now. You look over at your husband's panicked face

"She ate a chip" he answers

"What chip?"

"My chip"

"HAECHAN LEE! THAT WAS REALLY SPICY!" you scold him, scooping your daughter in your arms before walking to the kitchen to get her some milk. Hyuck tailing behind you.

"She said she wanted to try it, so I let her. It was the tiniest of bite I swear" he says, he gets Nari's favorite cup from the cupboard then gets some milk from the fridge. He hands it over to you then watches his daughter slowly calm down

"Still. You know it was too spicy for her" you mumbled

"You okay, baby?" you ask Nari, the little girl nods

"Dad's sorry, that was my fault" Hyuck says, standing beside you

Looking over at him, you can see the guilt in his eyes. Your annoyance dissipating, you give him an assuring rub on the back making him look at you.

"She's okay" you mouth at him. He kneels down to look at Nari eye to eye, "Dad's sorry, I made you cry" he tells her

Nari looks back at her dad with the same brown eyes then opens her arms, asking him to carry her. With no hesitations, Hyuck engulfs her in a hug. Kissing the side if her head over and over.

"I'll buy you more chocobi and more banana milk. What else do you want? Tell dad, I'll buy it all for you"

"Hyuck"

"Just don't tell mommy"

"HAECHAN LEE"

You hear Nari giggle, whispering something in her dad's ears. Hyuck looks at you with a smile on his face, laughing when she finishes.

"Okay okay, I'll see what I can do" he says

"What did she say?" you ask

"It's our secret" he winks at you. You roll your eyes at him, giving him a pinch on the side "I'll tell you later" he whispers. Then the two were walking towards the backdoor to play in the yard.

Later that night just before going to sleep, after you put Nari to sleep, Hyuck slides under the covers beside you and pulls you in his arms.

"Care to tell me your secret?" you ask him

"Huh what?" he asks back

"Earlier, what did Nari tell you?" you ask

"Oh that" Hyuck chuckles, "She said she wanted a baby brother" he answered so nonchalant, like it was normal answer

When you don't say anything, he peeks down at you on his chest "You good there? I don't think she understands yet what that means, I say we let her sleep on it and if she asks again then why not give it a try"

"You're saying that like it's so easy" you mumble

"I didn't mean it like that, sorry. What I meant was maybe it's time, Nari's old enough and it's good to have siblings. I love having sibling, you love it too. And it would be such a gift to have another one of our own but at the end of the day it's up to you my love" he assures you

"Do you want it? Another kid I mean?"

He smiles at you, kissing you on the forehead so gently

"When Nari was born I didn't think I could love anyone like that. of course I love you so much, more than everything that I am. Nari is my heart beating outside of my chest, and to think we can have another little human that's equal parts me and you I would love that" he tells you

"And if it's another girl?" you ask, this made Hyuck smile "Then I'll be surrounded with the women I love the most for the rest of my life"

You sigh, tucking your head under his chin "I would love a mini you, you looked so cute when you were a kid. I'd love to have a son"

"So we'll try then?"

"One day at a time, Nari changes her mind so easily. Don't forget just yesterday she wanted to be mermaid, a day before that she wanted to be the moon" you say, the two of you share a laugh

"She's a wonder but she's our wonder" Hyuck sighs

"That she is"

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[sparrowrye]

Alastor x Fem! Reader {soulmates} Part 13

Synopsis: soulmate AU where you have the same mark on your body as your soulmate, and if your soulmate dies, you die too. Alastor needs to make sure that his soulmate is safe so he can continue his reign - whatever that takes. Though it looks like we have a couple secrets of our own.

Previous Part

Part 12: didn't ask for it

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"How am I to blame for this?" Alastor demanded.

"You don't exactly have a relationship with the girl," Rosie responded. The two of them still stood in the library. "She's your soulmate. No one expected you to even have one."

"She's infuriating, that's what she is. And you know just as well how I feel about soulmates." He turned away.

Rosie wasn't having it. She put her hands on her hips with a sharp, "You could at least be nice to the poor thing. She looked terrified the first time you brought her to me. A lot has happened to that girl and now she's trying to learn magic while also dealing with your grumpy ass. No wonder it didn't work tonight."

"It didn't work because she is not mentally strong enough to handle it."

"I don't think you're giving her enough credit, my friend. She's come a long way. Not many people can unravel a curse like she is."

"She is slowing down my progress and is a risk to everything I've built."

"Well if ya put more effort into having a relationship with this girl, that might no longer be the case."

"I will do no such thing, Rosie," his voice grew heavy with static, "If it wasn't for this soulmate magic I'd have killed her already."

"Alastor," Rosie's voice softened, "she needs your guidance. If you train her to your level, you'd never have to worry about her again. She has a lot more magic stored away, I can feel it. And I know you can too." She straightened his bow tie.

"Last thing I need is for an out of control soulmate who I can't keep under wraps."

"Oh goodness Alastor," she put a hand to her head, "You're a real jerk sometimes, ya know that?"

"I'm aware." His voice turned chipper.

"Tell you what? We'll stop with the mind magic for a couple weeks to give you, and especially her, a break. But, in return, I want you to read a book on soulmate magic. And have tea with me to talk about it."

"Are you attempting to give me homework?" he asked.

"Of course not," she picked up her cloth bag, "I'm giving it to you."

****

I didn't leave my room for days.

I either slept, read, paced, or took a bath. I didn't bother going downstairs to eat, resulting in Niffty bringing plates of food up to me that I hardly touched. She was the only one who I permitted in my room. Any time Husker tried to walk in I immediately chased him out. I wanted nothing to do with anyone.

Not even a day after the incident I started having nightmares about it. No matter if I was going to sleep for the night or taking a short nap, the memory instantly came back. It left me drenched in sweat and struggling to breathe. So I stopped sleeping.

That created a whole different problem.

I filled my time with more reading or pacing. I held my Human appearance until I couldn't, burying the Demon side of me as far down as I could. I blocked all my senses off and kept everything out of my head. I wanted to be a Human with Slight magic again. I wanted none of this ridiculous magic nonsense. I wanted to go back to being a human trying to find her way in the hard world.

A knock came at the door. I permitted Niffty to come in but when I looked it wasn't her. I bristled at the sight of Husker.

"I'm just bringing you dinner," he said, walking in with a tray, "Niffty is at war with the bugs in the basement."

I backed myself into the corner of the room to keep distance between us. My Demon side had come out and my shadow grew in size around me.

"I also wanted to check on you. Make sure you were oka-"

"I'm fine now get out!" I snapped. He backed away to the door but didn't leave. "I said get out!"

"I'm worried," he admitted, "I'm worried that you're going to spiral and get lost in your head in this state."

"And who's fucking fault is that?" I yelled. "I couldn't even remember the incident until you all gave me the damn drug."

"I didn't know they were going to do that." He put his hands up in surrender.

"Please, you're just as bad as Alastor. Anything that happens you just go with it. You're nothing but a bystander."

His wings and ears dropped. I realized what I said a moment too late, covering my mouth with my clawed hand. It wasn't up to Husker how he played his part. Alastor had him on a leash with their deal.

"I'm sorry."

"Whatever," he said quietly, looking down at his paws, "I get it. I'm uh...I'll leave you alone. But...just be careful not to fall into the shadows. We might not get you back this time." He opened the door.

"Then leave me there." He didn't move. "I'm tired of this all. I'm tired of the training and training and training. I'm tired of being pushed to do anything and everything. I'm tired of being told to keep climbing the ladder I didn't even want to climb."

I fell quiet for a moment. Husker waited and watched.

"I was perfectly fine on my own, you know. I had survived ring fights for twenty-one years, escaped my old master, and hid away for five more years. Now all of a sudden I'm incapable of keeping myself safe?

"If anything, I'm safer than I ever was before. I'm a Demon. I've got Full magic and natural defenses now. Before, I had nothing more than myself and a hint of magic."

"I know Al has his own reasons for keeping you here and making you learn magic," he said, "but Rosie and I are doing it to help you. To give you a better chance for when you've reached Al's level and can go on your own."

"I'm not a child!" I took a daring step towards the door, wings extended. "And did you not hear what I just said? I survived for twenty-six years in a fighting ring with nothing more than Slight magic. I can now handle myself better than I ever thought possible. I'm done with this 'magic training'. I never asked for it. I never asked for any of this."

"But rather than having a better chance at surviving, you could train into someone impossible to kill. Word is bound to get out that you're Al's soulmate."

"Forget it. You're not listening." I turned my back to him. He tried to say more but nothing came out quite right. So, with ears down, he closed the door behind him.

Later that night, when the moon was out and as bright as the sun, I left. I quickly dressed and opened the window enough for me to slip out. I opened my wings and glided quietly down the cliff face. I flew as far as I could before my wings grew tired. I walked the rest of the way to the pier, forcing myself not to look over my shoulder. Fear had disappeared along with all my other senses.

Eventually, I made it to the pier. I stood at the poles and looked down the beach. Everything was quiet save for the crashing of the waves. I could do this. I could go back into hiding and keep myself safer than ever before.

"She's getting away!" someone yelled.

I spun in circles around the post but saw no red. Neither Alastor nor Husker were near. I jumped when feet clambered overhead. A girl was sprinting down the pier with three men chasing after her. I hurried up the stairs and followed after them.

The girl had a limp and I could tell the men were getting closer by the second. She clambered on the fence at the edge of the pier and jumped! The wind pulled her back right into one of the men's arms. He held her tight as one of them secured a magic strap to her head. She was from a fighting ring.

"Let her go." I didn't realize I had spoken until all three men turned to look at me. Not even five minutes out and I was already dealing with the ring fights again.

"The hell did you just say?" one of them asked.

"I said let her go." I took a few steps closer.

"And what if we don't? You want to be her replacement?"

"No. I want to be her savior." I casted a huge gust of wind against the one man, sending him straight into the fence and sprawling into the ocean. One man held onto the girl while the bigger man took a stance against me.

He casted a blaze at my face but I shoved it into the ocean. He did this several times as I took one step after the other towards him. I tried using wind to move him but that did very little.

I carried a wave over the fence and took his feet out from under him. He tried casting fire again but the water had dampened it. I used the remaining water and slid him across the deck. He slammed into the fence and fell into the ocean with his partner.

"Stay back!" The last man held a knife to the girl's throat. He had backed all the way into the corner. "Or I'll slice her throat."

I noticed the moon casting shadows on the deck. I looked back up at the man so he didn't suspect anything when the shadows started moving. They climbed up his leg and encased his head in darkness. I casted myself over to them and pulled his hand away from her neck.

I grabbed his throat and threw him up and over the fence, plunging down to the dark waters below. The shadows returned to their original spots. I then turned to the girl who was trying to unclip the headband.

"Let me help. Where did you come from?"

"A ring fight." The girl seemed to be in her teens. She had short hair clipped well above her shoulders.

"Well, you're not going back there again." I tossed the headband into the water.

"But I have to," she said.

"Why?"

"Because my friend is there. We made a promise to get help when the other one got out." She rubbed her hands over her arms in an effort to get warm. I put my arm around her as we walked back towards the town.

Many times I had seen the police try to take down a ring fight. There was always a guard force that kept them at bay while guests ran and masters grabbed their fighters. The magic-dampening drug was the easiest and quickest way to move us without a fight. The police never succeeded in saving us.

But that was because they used brute force. They didn't know how it worked on the inside. I did.

"Can you show me where it is?" I asked her, an idea suddenly springing to life in my head.

"I have to go to the police first—"

"I know. But if the police try to take it down now, they'll all scatter. I can get your friend out and all the others tonight."

"But...the police can send officers—"

"You're right." I stood in front of her with my hands on her shoulders. "You're right, they have the manpower. But sometimes that's not what is needed. They don't know how it works in there."

"Do you?"

I pushed my lips together. "Yes."

"You're...a master?" She stepped away from me.

"What? No. No! I'm...I was a ring fighter."

"Oh. Really? What's your name?"

"Python."

Her eyes widened. "Who was your master?" she asked slowly.

"Master Striker."

Her mouth dropped open. "You...you're...what are...you escaped?"

"A couple years ago, actually." I wasn't expecting her to know me. How many fighters knew my name? How many of them feared my name? Did some of my opponents dread hearing my name against theirs? I shook the horrible thought from my mind. "So now you know why I think it's best not to involve the police yet."

"But what are you going to do? You can't do anything against Full masters."

"I'm not. Everyone leaves before dawn. No one is there except for the guards and the fighters. Tell you what, if I don't succeed tonight, you can go to the police. Does that sound fair?"

She thought for a moment. "Okay."

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Author's note:

It hurt so bad to write the scene where she yelled at Husker. But I promise I'll make up for it when I publish the next chapter. I'm so excited for it!

#alastor the radio demon #alastor x reader #hazbin alastor #hazbin hotel #hazbin husk #soulmate au #soulmates #hazbin hotel husk #reqs open

[bonny-kookoo]

Lock Me Up | Short #1

In which he realizes some things, but denies himself others.

Tags/Warnings: Detective Agust D my friends, Criminal Kitty!Reader, hybrid Yoongi, mentions of murder, mentions of violence, mentions of blood, mentions of past abuse, strangers to enemies to I don't even know, sexual tension?, dead dove do not eat

Length: Mid/short

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"Takehiko is under arrest currently, and is being watched until we can all agree on a court date. She's still with you, right?" The detective is being asked, as he takes a drag of his cigarette outside his apartment on the rooftop.

"She is." He agrees.

"But..?" His superior questions over the phone, knowing Yoongi well enough to realize when he's got something to say. "Don't tell me she wants to retract her statement. Tell her she's safe-"

"No, no that's not it." Yoongi denies, flicking the ash off of his cigarette while he leans his arms on the railings. "Rather.. unforseen circumstances that will probably push anything involving her back by a week or so." He explains with a sigh. "At least."

"So she's in heat." His superior chuckles, and Yoongi feels a bit irritated. Kim Seokjin might be a smart man, but he sure knows how to draw amusement from Yoongi's struggles every single time the chance is there.

"Not quite yet, but probably soon. She's medicated, but still, she won't be able to make any date you might have in mind right now." He explains, flicking away the smoked bud somewhere down to the ground while he checks your tracker- just to make sure.

Legally, any statement you make in court won't have any weight as long as you're in heat- so right now, you're pretty much holding the whole process in the air until you're no longer under the influence of any drugs or your hormones to say it bluntly. Yoongi himself entirely forgot about the possibility of this.

"Oh, I was about to ask how you wanted to handle that." Seokjin chuckles.

"Anything else would've gone against proto-"

"Ah come on Min Yoongi, everyone steps over the protocol here and there!" He laughs over the phone. "Do you not like her? She seemed cute when I met her, not going to lie."

"…" Yoongi can't answer. He wants to- but he realizes in this moment that he just.. never thought about it. Does he like you? Or has he just gotten used to you?

Well, he certainly doesn't mind you.

He neither minded going out to get your medications, nor does he mind how you sometimes reach for his hand at night when you sleep. He doesn't mind how you constantly try to rile him up or get on his nerves, and he definitely doesn't mind your presence when he works. But does he like it?

He.. kind of does, come to think of it.

"It's alright to admit it, you know." Seokjin hums over the phone. "I'm not testing you or anything."

"That would be exactly what you'd say if you were testing me." Yoongi argues back defensively. "Listen, I'll supervise her while she's on her meds, and I'll ring you up the minute she's through with it."

"Well, you do you detective blank-face." Seokjin jokes. "Have fun!" He laughs, and Yoongi rolls his eyes before ending the call and walking back into his apartment where you're laying flat on your stomach-

In the middle of the main room.

"And.. what is this?" He asks, though you just groan into floorboards in agony.

"I'm gonna die~!" You wail, and he sighs.

This is going to be the longest heat he'll probably ever have to sit through.

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"Stop- hey, slow down alright? One is enough for now." He tells you, taking away the pack of snacks from you. You immediately become teary eyed, grabbing after them- though his arm is longer, palm pressed against your sternum keeping you away.

"But I'm hungry!" You cry out. "I'll starve! You're gonna make me starve, is that it? Did I bother you so much that you want me dead now?" You ask dramatically, and he takes a deep breath.

"You're not starving." He clarifies as carefully as he can manage, putting the snacks back into the highest shelf where he keeps most of your foods at the moment since you use any moment where he's not looking to practically consume everything edible in his household. "You just feel empty, and you confuse that with hunger." He explains, and now you just look annoyed.

"Yeah well, who's fault is that?" You accuse with crossed arms. "Anyone else would've just screwed me already to get it over and done with." You say, and he looks at you with a blank face.

"I'm not anyone, however." He reminds you.

"I know.. I'm sorry- you're tryin'a be nice and I'm such a bitch for no reason.." you suddenly deflate, walking away from him to crawl underneath a blanket on your chaotic bed, hiding.

It's your medication- and he honestly feels sorry for you.

When you're not cramping and uncomfortable and most of all nauseous, you start to feel empty and hungry, not to mention the mess that's your emotions. One moment you're irritated by nothing, the next you're scared of everything. It's a little tough to handle, he won't lie.

Mostly because he wants to help as much as he can, but there's really a tough limit to what he can actually do without.. well, that.

"Here, drink something instead, that's more important right now." He offers, squatting down at the side of your bed with a bottle of water.

There's no answer.

"You're not asleep."

"How'd you know?!" You suddenly ask, throwing back the covers as you sit up, holding your heat quickly from the whiplash.

"Its not that hard to tell." He- chuckles?!- before he unscrews the cap of the water bottle. You drink eagerly- though you keep your eyes on him the entire time, as if you're thinking of something that involves him. "What?- no no no, my God..." he sighs as you try and talk without having swallowed down the last gulp of water, immediately forcing yourself to cough.

When you finally stop, he tries again. "First drink, then talk." He reminds you, and you nod.

"Can I ask how you got that scar? Like, who did that?" You wonder, finger reaching out to touch it- and he instinctively leans away from you. "Oh sorry, my bad." You apologize, and he shakes it off.

"Its not a cool story, really." He mumbles quietly. "Nothing what you might expect." He shrugs, screwing the cap back onto the bottle before he stands up to put it back into the fridge.

"..so?" You ask meekly, still wanting to know. "I mean you don't have to say-" you start, but he cuts you off as he washes some dishes in the sink.

"Me." He says, and you freeze in your spot. "You asked who did it." He says over his shoulder when he notices your silence, and at that, you watch him with an unreadable expression, before you get up. "What, you wanna look at it aga-"

But he's caught off guard when you simply quietly hug him from the back, soft purring trying to somehow get your feelings across.

And he understands.

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"What is it?" He asks when he notices you pacing again, not wanting to sit down at all it seems like. Your tail snaps upwards at the sound of his voice- but you're not answering for a moment.

"I need to go outside." You say, and he puts his pen down, ready to argue. You've already argued twice about this very specific topic- he can't let you outside like this on your own, the risks too high. And unbeknownst to you, it's not just because you're still a key witness to his case- but also because he personally doesn't want you to roam around outside while clearly still in heat, medicated or not.

He doesn't want to admit it yet, but his reasoning aren't just because he's a hybrid and therefore influenced by you.

"I know! I know you said I can't but I really need something and-" you argue instantly, standing in front of his desk with your legs pushed together suspiciously.

"I bought them already." He tells you nonchalantly, picking up his pen again to continue working. "They're in the bathroom, underneath the sink." He explains, and you stare at him for a moment, before you squint your eyes in suspicion, walking where he told you he'd pit what you need.

There's no way he actually-

He did.

It's definitely a more expensive brand you'd be using- but you won't question it for now, rather glad to be able to clean up and regain some comfort as you do your business and line your underwear with the hybrid-heat pads.

Maybe that'll help him, too.

You know he's affected by you inside his home even if he doesn't admit it- it's not hard to notice. He tends to go outside a lot more, he keeps a window open next to him when he works, he tries to keep any close contact to a minimum. You like that he stays respectful, sure- but you also feel awful about it, because you're just making his job and life so much more complicated right now. No one wants to willingly take care of a medicated hybrid in heat- it's exhausting, annoying, and most of all-

"Everything alright in there?" He asks through the door, knocking pulling you out of your thoughts.

"Y-yeah, no issues!" You call out, and he seems to leave at that, making you deflate. The detective seems to be a pretty good guy underneath that weird tough guy persona he puts up during his work- but it's clear to you that while he might tolerate you, and doesn't truly mind you, he doesn't like you either. He's still someone who despises his own genes, so it's a no-brainer that he probably doesn't like you either.

And you don't blame him at all.

Walking outside the bathroom, you rub your eye- and he immediately gets up to check on you. "What happened?" He wants to know, thinking you're crying, but you wave him off.

"..got.. something in my eye.." you mumble, making him click his tongue as he holds your face in his hands to tilt it upwards so he can see better. He's concentrated on his task, but his grip isn't rough or anything- he's awfully gentle, careful in locating and brushing the hair out ofbyour eye, before he lets go of you again. "..thanks." You mumble, and he nods, walking back to his desk.

"No problem." He simply answers, orange hue from the setting sun coloring the entire interior of his apartment.

"Hey, Detective.?" You ask, carefully pushing some things on his desk with your leg as you sit on the corner, making him furrow his brows at your antics- though he's used to them at this point. "Do you have like- hobbies?" You wonder, and he clicks something on his laptop before he closes the device, leaning back in his seat with crossed arms.

"Not really, no." He answers dryly.

"Boring." You huff. "Not even old-people-stuff like, I don't know, collecting stamps or something?" You ask, and he shakes his head.

"No." He simply answers, and you let your shoulders drop.

"Oh come on man, I'm trying to make smalltalk here!" You whine, and he chuckles- something he's been doing recently, and it fills you with happiness, in a way. "You gotta help me out!"

"Why would I?" He asks, leaning his head to the side a bit. "You're pretty entertaining like this." He shrugs.

You, in return, pull out your tongue, before jumping down to walk into the kitchen, attempting to climb on the countertop to reach your snack-stash.

"Hey- stop that!" He immediately calls out rushing to you, pulling you down but your middle before setting you back down onto the ground.

"But De-te-ctive~!" You wail dramatically. "I'm gonna-"

"You're not going to starve, I told you." He reminds you, but you simply suddenly fall limp in his grip, practically melting through his arms like liquid before you're on the ground, giggling. He sighs.

"Your life is gonna be so fucking boring when I'm gone." You joke-

And he knows, deep inside, just how right you are.

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"Pssst, Detective.!" You hiss- but he's dead asleep. "Detective!" You hiss again, but still, he's unconscious.

It's unusual for him to sleep this tightly, not even reacting to you when you're pulling on his arm. And it's freaking you out- because you know for a fact, someone's on the roof, and its a stranger.

You're just about to slap the man, when the window crashes, making you instantly try and hide- but it's no use, because his apartment isn't big at all, and gives you nowhere to truly go in the spur of the moment like this.

You notice how the detective's eyes slowly open, as if he's fighting to wake up- but he still doesn't move.

The food delivered. The young delivery guy at the door that seemed awfully nervous. The soda only he himself had drunk yesterday.

He's so fucking stupid, he thinks to himself.

You can feel Yoongi's grip trying to hold you close to him as you hold onto his hand- but he can't bring himself to do anything else as you finally slip from his fingers, a hit to your head making you go limp as you lose consciousness right in front of his eyes.

And suddenly you're gone, apartment cold and empty again.

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#bts imagine #bts fanfic #bts fic #yoongi imagine #hybrid imagine #yoongi imagines #min yoongi imagines #min yoongi x reader #min yoongi imagine

[judysxnd]

Hello! I love so much your work! I could do one about Pedro and the reader, after a night out, she is very tired (drunk) she can hardly take off her makeup or put on her pajamas, and Pedro helps her. cute things.

You always loved going out to party. Dress nicely, heavy make up, drinking, music loud, dancing, the list was long. You loved it even more now that Pedro would join you. It made you feel better and safer. It also made you more confident to drink more and dance more.

That's how you ended your night this time too. You didn't even know how you were standing or even walking, but you got back home. Well, we actually do know. It was Pedro. He did drink too, but not as much as you. He helped you get in the car, before sitting in the backseat next to you, in the Uber.

The entire way home you were giggling, trying to make a decent conversation, but kept forgetting what you were saying. If Pedro tried to touch you, you would sometimes reject him, telling him that you had a boyfriend, making him laugh. The Uber driver did look at him weirdly, and Pedro had to justify himself twice before actually showing him a picture of the two of you together, proving that you were actually together. That's something you would not remember, but Pedro definitely will, and you can be a hundred percent sure that he will tease you.

Once you entered your shared apartment, you ran to the fridge to grab an ice cream and sit on the couch to eat it. That's a weird routine you had after a party. You always ate an ice cream. But this time, you could barely eat it. No idea if it was because of the time, because of the amount of alcohol that was running in your body, but tiredness hit you right in the face as soon as you sat on the couch. Your body was falling deeper and deeper, your eyes slowly closing, barely licking the ice cream.

"Y/n" you heard Pedro call, but you were too deep in. You suddenly felt a pair of hands on your thighs. "Y/n" Pedro said again, making you open your eyes.

"Oh hi handsome!" you said "Did I wake you up?" he laughed

"I came back with you baby" you hesitated

"I drank way too much" he nodded "It's time for bed then?"

"Yep"

"Oh thank god! I'm so tired!" You got up

"Hold on, finish your ice cream first, then you have to take your make up and clothes off, and then you can go to bed" you stared at him, still standing

"that's a lot" he shrugged. He patted the couch so you could sit again.

You managed to finish your ice cream, so now you were on your way to the bathroom, walking like a zombie, struggling to stay awake. Pedro was following you closely, stopping in the bedroom to prepare your pyjamas for the night. He changed too, while you were busy in the bathroom, but he quickly joined you when he heard you groaning.

"What's wrong sweetheart?" he looked at you through the mirror as he arrived behind you

"It's too exhausting. Why do I always put that much make up on?" you said, throwing your fifth cotton pad in the sink, while you had still too much make up on.

"That's what I ask you every time" Pedro joked. He chuckled, but you just stared at him. "Alright, let me help you". He turned you around, making you face him, before grabbing another cotton pad and putting makeup remover on it. "Close your eyes". You happily did, dozing off while you felt the smooth pad touching your skin. You open your eyes when you felt a boop on your nose. You saw Pedro smile. "All done" he said.

"Already?" You were sad. It was feeling so good, lullabying you to sleep.

"It was long enough to me" he joked again, this time you chuckled too. "I put your pyjamas on the bed"

"The dress will be enough for the night" you said starting to walk out, but Pedro held you arm

"The same dress you could barely close because you bought one side too tight? Sure." he rolled his eyes "don't move" He went into the bedroom, and seconds later came back with your pyjamas.

"Pedroooo" you whined "I'm too tired"

"Arms up" was all he said, which you obeyed. He unzipped your dress, finally feeling all the air you could breath. How did you manage to go through the night with it? More specifically, how did it not break? Whatever.

In a few movements, your dress was on the floor, replaced by your pyjamas. Your oh so comfy pyjamas. You sighed like you did everything by yourself, which made Pedro laugh for a second.

"Thank you" you said

"Finally some recognition"

"Haha, I won't remember this so enjoy"

"Don't worry, I'll make you remember" he winked, you rolled your eyes. "Alright, let's get you to bed now"

"Finally" you let your body fall into his arms. He hugged you tight, kissing your head, before you pulled away running in to the bed. Laughing, he joined you.

#pedro pascal x reader #fanfic #imagine #oneshot #pedro pascal #pedro pascal fanfiction #pedro pascal imagine #pedro pascal x y/n #pedro pascal preferences #pedro pascal x you #pedro pascal one shot #pedro pascal x female reader #pedrostories #pedro pascal fanfic #pedro pascal fic #pedro pascal fluff

[mozart-the-meerkitten]

Hello fren :D. How are the baby kittens doing? Well, them and their moms (and that one uncle just chilling lol) also how are you? Have a good day! ( I hope you don't mind me always saying that lol, it's sort of a habit xD)

Hi! Sorry for the kitten update delay, it's been busy around here, especially since the baby babies are finally getting big enough to do, well, anything. xD

Maraly's kittens are two weeks old! They're getting so big and fluffy, they can hear and their eyes are all open now! They have started clumsily trying to play with each other, clean themselves, and toddle around. They're absolutely precious and they look like baby Ewoks.

^That is Gray, the firstborn and, apparently, first at everything! She (pretty sure it's a girl) was not only the first kitten born, but the first to open her eyes and (along with her sibling, Four) the first to start toddling! She also might be the first kitten to genuinely start to like me. xD

And this^ is one of the little black ones. All Maraly's babies are over 11 ounces now! Gray, as of today, was 12!

Leeli's babies are also doing well, though we've had to keep a closer eye on them. The littler ones sometimes struggle to gain weight with their three bigger, fightsy siblings! I've been taking away the three biggest ones when I weigh them and putting them on a blanket and/or heating pad outside Leeli's box (still in her pen, she can hear them and see them if she sits up) and letting the three smaller ones eat alone for a bit before putting the bigger three back to help them.

Leeli's babies have started to open their eyes too! This is one of the little ones, it's hard to tell them apart (sometimes the only way to do it is by their weight) but I think this is the runt!

^those three are from last week when Leeli's were littler, but they're so stinkin' cute I couldn't not include them. <3

Maraly and Leeli are doing well! They are very good, VERY attentive mamas! Maraly RUNS to check on either litter of babies if she hears them cry and has started the classic mama cat thing of snatching the baby back and carrying it to safety if she feels it's in distress. Which can be difficult when I'm weighing the babies. xD Leeli somehow looks better after giving birth to and feeding six kittens than she did on the streets, which is a testament to the care and love we've been giving her.

(skip next paragraph if you're sensitive to animal death)

Leeli did have a seventh kitten that was stillborn. It was not born alive, because it had never moved from the fetal position. Leeli took SUCH good care of it, not only had it been thoroughly cleaned, but my mom said that when she found it in the morning the kitten was tucked in with the others and it was warm. So it was simply not meant to make it.

*end skip*

OH and KALMAR! Kalmar is neutered now!!!! So he shall stay the sweetest, happiest little guy. He was traumatized by going to the vet for a few days, but he's recovered from that and he's back to being his happy, purry self. <3

Alright, well, that's enough for now, I think. Here's a picture of Leeli and her littles snuggling from the other night:

And I hope you have a good day too!

#kittens #cats #bengal kittens #bengal cats #maraly the kitten #leeli the kitten #maraly the kitten's kittens #leeli the kitten's kittens #kalmar the kitten

[biscuitblinkeu]

Eyes On Me

Fluff • Little Angst

Jennie Kim x Fem!reader -> Requested

Prompt: Jennie is going through pregnancy and has mood swings, she gets jealous when reader pays attention to everyone but her

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“I’m so hungry guys, let’s order something already.” Chaeyoung moaned, falling onto Lisa's lap. You grabbed the phone, “is ordering from the hotpot place okay?” You know Jennie liked the food there.

“Yeah we haven’t had it in a while.” Lisa answered.

“Ugh, I don’t care where, I’m starving, hurry, order the usual, please.”

“Make sure you get chicken.”

“Alright.”

The food arrived about twenty-six minutes later. Miso and Lisa immediately dug into it while you made Jennie a plate. Chaeyoung was still on the couch, going on about how she couldn’t move from how hungry she was.

“Lisa,” she called, said girl hummed in response, chewing on a fry, “feed me—”

“No,” Lisa replied. Chaeyoung whined, “Jisoo?”

“I’m sorry, but chicken is more important. Just haul yourself over here,” she laughed.

“(Y/n)? Pleaseee. I promise I’ll share whatever I’m eating from now on.” She even threw in an offer. Usually she doesn’t share her snacks with you, so of course you accepted.

“Okay, you get five minutes.” Five turned into ten, ten turned into fifteen. Then you remembered Jennie still hadn’t eaten. “I think that’s enough, you can feed yourself now you big baby,” she slapped you on your shoulder, “I have a different baby to attend to,” you sang. You warmed up Jennie’s plate and made your way to your bedroom. Jennie was scrolling on her phone.

You sit the plate on her night table, deciding you would feed her too.

“Here, Love.” She moves her head sharply, almost making you drop the spoon. Her brows are knitted and her lips are pulled in a frown. A pout. She drops her phone.

“No! Why don’t you go feed Rosie? I’m sure she’s hungrier than I am.” Fun fact: Jennie was hungrier. You were guilty.

“I'm sorry, it just didn’t look like Chaeyoung was gonna eat if she had to get up.. But I should’ve prioritized you first. Do you still want to eat?..”

“She gets like that sometimes, and yes I do.”

“Okay, do you want me to….feed you?” Jennie nodded. Jennie ate a couple spoonfuls of the soup and rice before she was done eating for now. You put the food in the refrigerator.

“Can we watch a movie?” She proposed, playing with the cover. You started fluffing out the pillows for Jennie to lay on before grabbing the remote.

“Disney?”

“Yeah,” she grabs your hand, giving it a squeeze, “can you make popcorn too?”

“Your wish is my command.” You say in a funny voice, saluting. She laughs as you run out the room off to the kitchen.

As you put the bag of popcorn in the microwave you were called by Jisoo from the living room. She was playing the Nintendo switch on the tv.

“(Y/n)! I need you to be my player two so I can get this last star,” You could see her struggling to solve a puzzle.

“Oh, I don’t know…the popcorn...plus I’m watching a movie with Jennie—”

“It won’t take long! Please? The popcorn will be done by then.”

“…Alright.”

The popcorn was done, it’s been done but here you are still playing the game. Jennie could hear you and Jisoo’s laughter from the living room. You forgot, again.

Jisoo paused the game and your eyes drifted to the clock on the wall; a little more than half an hour has passed. You got up fast, “Jisoo you said it wouldn’t take long, we’re levels ahead of the one you needed help with!” You went back in the kitchen and opened the microwave. The popcorn was cold and stale.

You returned back to the room, coming face to face with Jennie’s glare. “I got distracted…and now the popcorn is ruined..”

“I could tell, you sounded like you were having fun playing the game.” Her voice was sour. You winced.

“Um… Should I make more?”

“No, don’t bother. I’m sure you’ll get distracted again.” That had you physically recoiling. It stung.

“Why are you so…moody today?”

“Well, you seem to be paying attention to everyone else but me! So I’m sorry for acting the way I am, but I can’t help but feel that way!”

“You’re overreact—” You stop talking, regretting that you would ever accuse her of that. You weren’t the one carrying a baby— you had no idea what she’s going through. You looked ashamed, that’s because you were. You desperately thought of what you could do to correct your words. Though, it was too late. Jennie was angry, even more so, hurt.

“Jennie..”

“Get out.” And you did, right away. Her voice was cold, sending shivers down your spine.

You walked into the living room with a regretful face and heavy heart. The girls noticed, prompting them to look at you.

“Oh oh, I sense trouble in paradise.” Lisa joked, trying to lighten the mood, but you just blankly stared at her. You plopped down on the couch next to Jisoo, sighing dramatically.

“I’m afraid I’ve been spending too much time with you guys, and neglecting my wife because of it.”

“Shit,” Chaeyoung chokes on her food, “we’re sorry, we’ve been distracting you the whole day— we have to apologize to Jennie.”

Jisoo, who was already on her feet and had gone to your bedroom to apologize, retreated back to the living room. “I don’t think she wants company, I’m sensing some murderous intent coming from your room,” she looks at you pointedly, “(Y/n), what did you say to her?”

You told them, and in response you received disappointed looks.

“Okay…well, we’ll help you clean up, but then it’s up to you to make her feel better.” Lisa placed a reassuring hand on your shoulder. “Alright, thank you guys.”

They helped you vacuum, wash the dishes, sweep the kitchen, pick up takeout containers— etc. The house looked ‘spotless’ in the end.

“Thank you so much guys.” You sighed, giving them hugs before they left to go to their own homes. “No problem, take care of Jennie, alright?” You nodded and bid them goodbye.

You took a deep breath before making it to your bedroom. Jennie was laying on her side, her eyes closed. You snuck up to the bed, and laid next to Jennie. Her back was facing you. You itched to hold her in your arms.

A couple minutes went by of you just staring at the backside, watching the pattern of her breaths till you couldn’t take it anymore. You went to wrap your arms around her only to be stopped by Jennie’s voice. She wasn’t asleep after all.

“Go cuddle Lisa.” Jennie scoots away from you and you can’t stop yourself from frowning.

You pull her back into you, placing a kiss to her head and wrapping your arms around her gently. She fights you for a bit, but eventually gives in. She stays quiet and you take it as a chance to apologize.

“That was very wrong of me, Love. I didn’t realize I was being such an idiot. I’m sorry for saying you were overreacting when it was anything but. I love you, you're so strong. I’ll try my hardest to make up for it.” Unbeknownst to you Jennie was smiling, small, but she was. She liked having your attention, finally. You massaged her scalp, knowing she likes that, and continued talking.

“You didn’t eat much earlier. I’ll make you something yummy, hm? Are you craving anything in particular? I can make it, or I can go out and get something.” After a beat Jennie turned around to face you.

You brushed some hair away from her forehead, “there’s my pretty girl.”

“So…”

“Do we have milk ice cream? If not, I don’t want you to go out… Can you hold me?” Jennie's demeanor was bashful.

“We do, and of course I can. I’ll just get your ice cream.” You shuffled off the bed, but a tug on your shirt stopped you, “I love you too. Thank you for apologizing.” You smiled brightly in response.

After you got the ice cream you went back; and with Jennie in your arms you resumed the movie you were supposed to watch earlier.

#blackpink #fem reader #jennie x reader #jennie x fem!reader #biscuitblinkeu #blackpink x reader #fanfic #biscuitrequest

[blackbutler-readerinsertsandjunk]

Domestic headcanons with the circus crew please? Your wedding headcanons made me curious about what comes next…

of course!!

the original was in 'reaction' format as the troupe is too many characters for my limit on headcanons, so I stuck with that format here!

anyway......... MY BABIES!!!!!

this is assuming reader already has a house and all their chosen circus babe has to do is move on in :)

Wot, y’ think she’s gonna be some perfect, li’l, delicate flower of a wife, stayin’ at home, mendin’ y’r clothes? As if… ugh. She craves domesticity more than she wants to admit to craving it, but she also doesn’t really know how to settle. Most of her life has been spent going, going, going, and she struggles to do anything resembling relaxing. Of course, not that any kind of housework is relaxing. It’s just so different to have you there trying to provide for her, something which means she doesn’t need to fight to survive anymore. She has time to be idle. She doesn’t know what to do with it, other than to do what the circus needs, then come home and… kiss you as soon as you walk in the door. She’s almost bored without you, after she’s done with her own work! One thing she loves is to lie in bed with you at night, head on your chest, listening to your heartbeat. For once, for once in her Goddamn life, she feels at peace.

Alright, well, he’s got the spouse of ‘is dreams, so… now wot? ‘Ow does bein’ married actually work?? He’d honestly assume it was a lot like his life before, just with the difference that he comes home to you instead of going to a lonely tent when it’s time to sleep. Maybe that’s what it’s like in the beginning, until he understands that he doesn’t have to work so hard anymore. As much as he’s dedicated to his family, they all urge him to go the hell home for a bit since he’s someone’s husband now. He still does his shows, just perhaps not every single night. It’s… nice. To have a little rest. To know that things are going to be taken care of instead of wondering. To know that when you get home, you’ll kiss him, and hug him, and the two of you don’t have to worry if you have enough to eat or if it’s warm enough to sleep. He feels so secure, and that’s what allows his self-confidence to blossom. He even discovers some new hobbies!

Would y’ look at this, they’re someone’s wife! God, there ain’t no way they could ever be ‘appier. This is what they’ve always wanted, since they were old enough to know they wanted it. The idea of having a home to go, one physical place which doesn’t change location every couple of months, it’s a feeling of stability they didn’t even know they needed. It’s something that excites them, getting to be married to you and do all the things that married people do. Of course, they blush a bit and try to curb their excitement after your reaction to them asking, “When do y’ think y’ll be ready f’r a baby??” Haha, oops. Well, they still like being married. They feel so normal and more in love with you than ever. They stretch out in bed while they wait for you to get home, they rummage in the pantry every so often… they tackle you with a hug when you get back! Oh, and they also assume the other members of the troupe are welcome, so you might be having sleepovers. It’s not so bad; they’ve never been happier, and they make sure to tell you so at least once a day.

Heh, goodness… it all seems like so much fuss, aye? Gettin’ tae be off the circus grounds f’r a bit? He’d be just as happy to set you up in a new tent and call it your house… and he might play a joke wherein he makes you think he’s doing just that. However, he’s also grateful that you want to share a home with him, somewhere that’s yours. He loves his family, but even he has to admit that sometimes a little peace is nice. A few hours where he doesn’t have to play ringleader or have his strings pulled by the Baron or pretend he’s anything more or less than what he is; a simple man who feels, often and deeply. To be allowed free reign of the house while you’re gone is a maddening amount of leash for someone who’s been on such a short one. He ends up not doing much, maybe trying to read… if you happen to have a piano in the house, he attempts to play. You probably come home to find him hitting sour notes and laughing at himself, but he seems quite happy to be doing so. He always greets you with a kiss, even if he has to go back to the circus for a bit. Also, pet names galore, even more than when you were just dating. Much as he would prefer to pretend otherwise, married life suits him.

So, well… ‘ow’s a big man like ‘im s’posed to have any kinda domestic life? ‘S almos’ a guarantee ev’rythin’ y’ got’s too small f’r ‘im. Of course, he likes the idea. It’s not something he talks about much, but it’s definitely something he thinks about quite a bit. Like most of the troupe, he craves to be normal, and part of that means married life. He may be in for a pleasant surprise if he finds that you’ve got more things than expected which are able to accommodate him; a bigger bed, rooms where he doesn’t have to crouch so as not to hit his head on the ceiling, things that a lot of people don’t even really consider. Though, he’s restless without much to do. He can read a little bit, so if you have any books, he thumbs through them. He absolutely ends up going back to the fairgrounds for a while — only for his family to chase him out with teasing, “Oi, get back ‘ome f’r a bit, we’re fine!” His favorite is when he gets to curl up in bed with you, snuggling, feeling like he’s… just a person sleeping next to their spouse. It’s the best rest he’s gotten in his whole life, and he can’t believe he’s going to get to do this every night.

Fuck, y’ think ‘e wants somethin’ like that? All soft ‘n’ shite? God, y’ better not expect ‘im t’ dress up ‘r go t’ parties ‘r anythin’. He’s not really sure what this kind of life entails. He knows what a marriage is supposed to be, but, surely you can’t want anything like that with him, can you? It’s not the kind of thing he’s really good at. Not only is he worried that he’ll be a bad husband, he also drives himself insane with boredom whilst you’re not home. He tries to relax, and it goes about as well as you’d expect. As long as there’s no pressing business at the circus, he might bring Wendy over to poke around the house. The more he looks around, the more he finds that things are… actually sort of set up for him. There are little hidden tricks that make it easier for him to reach things or what have you. It’s a reminder that this isn’t just your home anymore, it’s his home as well. He eventually settles into it, as much as he can. It’s… not so bad, really. Maybe he’s alright at this whole being married thing, after all.

(What are we meant to do in this house all day? Lay around by the fire and get fat?) Well, everyone could use a bit more rest, Goethe. If you want to take care of him and all his friends, why shouldn’t they all accept your kindness? You… love him, for whatever reason, and you love his pets. He’s always incredibly shy about letting you give him things, even when those things are simply a safe place to live, food, and a sense of security. He’s thankful! He’s just — it’s — he finds it so hard to believe that he’s married to someone now, that he has a house to live. He doesn’t want to completely abandon the circus, they’re his family. But… how wonderful, for another person to want him. For you to desire his company all the time, so much so that he gets to have a permanent home. Quite honestly, he does absolutely nothing all day. He goes to the circus for an hour or so after you first head out, then he comes back and curls up by the fire. If you have a library, he brings books down to read. It’s all like the best dream he’s ever had… especially once you come home. Your embrace is warmer than any fire, and he can easily fall asleep to your voice reading to him.

This is… good God, ain’t this way too much f’r someone like ‘er? Wot’s she s’posed t’ do t’ make a ‘ouse a ‘ome, anyway? She’s so confused by it all, even though she’s excited to be a wife. It’s just that she doesn’t really know how to be one. You’ll hopefully encourage her with the reminder that, literally, all she needs to do to ‘be a wife’ is to be married to you. Still, she’s taken her turns at cooking and mending clothes in the circus like everyone has, so she tries a little of that when you’re not home. She’s probably best at sewing, although she does invite her brother over often and he distracts her. Not to mention, she misses her family a lot, so she goes to the fairgrounds while waiting for you to get back. One of her favorite things is when she’s cooking, and you come home… and come up behind her, to pull her into a dance as you hum some tune. It’s soft and sweet, and she feels just like another person when she’s with you. Even though she’ll never stay at home all the time, she’ll never abandon her family… making a home with you is something she’s always wanted, and now that she’s finally getting to do it, she couldn’t be happier figuring out what her new life is going to be like.

#Black Butler #Kuroshitsuji #Beast #Dagger #Doll/Freckles #Joker #Jumbo #Peter #Snake #Wendy #reaction #romantic #fluff #domestic #AAAAAAA THEY'RE ALL SO GOOD THEY DESERVE IT #one hell of a queue

[twinkboimler]

idk if you're still doing them but for that minific thing, 15 + la'an/jim ily honey <3

of course my love anything for you! got a little lengthy so I stuck it under a read-more

15. things you said with too many miles between us Post S2E3

She calls him again. She can't help it. It's a bad idea—a really bad idea—and she wonders if she's doing it just because she hates herself.

She manages to hold off on calling him until Sam does something stupid enough to warrant a call. Still, even with her reason in place, she realizes how ridiculous she must look as James finally answers, his brows knitting together as his eyes squint in recognition.

She tenses, sure that he's about to ask her why she won't leave him alone.

Instead, James's eyes soften. He laughs. "Alright, what information is missing from Sam's file this time?"

"Nothing," La'an answers, relaxing a little. "I'm calling because Sam—"

"Oh God, is he alright?"

Genuine worry hardens his gaze and La'an winces. "He's fine. Sorry. Didn't mean to scare you. I just..."

She trails off, realizing that James is studying her. She wets her lips, shaking her head. "Well, now I realize it's—it's silly that I've called you. He just did something kind of dumb today, and—"

James throws his head back, a bark of a laugh so sudden that it jolts La'an. "Sam doing something stupid is absolutely a good reason to call," James says, leaning closer to the screen. "Tell me more."

"He's going to kill me," she starts, and James grins, wide and toothy, and suddenly...

Suddenly it's him again. It's like that day with the hot dogs, when he was just trying to make her laugh. She swallows thickly and tries to match the radiance of his smile.

"He split his pants in front of the entire bridge crew."

James gasps. "He didn't!"

"He did!" La'an answers, a thrill rushing through her at how James is gawking at her now. "He dropped his PADD on the ground right in front of Captain Pike. Bent over to pick it up and BAM! The Captain got a front row seat."

James raises a hand to cover his mouth, but his eyes sparkle with amusement, and she knows he's struggling to hide his mirth.

"Oh my god. What did his face look like after? Did it go red? It goes red when he's embarrassed, even his neck gets flushed."

"Red as a beet," La'an replies, unable to keep herself from chuckling.

On his end, she faintly hears, "Kirk to bridge," and James gives her a sorry look.

"Shoot. I really have to get going."

"It's fine," La'an answers. She smiles. "You got the good part of the story, anyway."

He laughs, then straightens, sobering up. "Ma'am, I owe you one for the dirt you've given me on my brother. I can't make any promises, but if our paths ever cross..."

She has no way of knowing if they will ever actually see one another. They are galaxies apart, and time and past separates her from the James that she really longs for, but despite everything, she can't help but hope.

"How about you treat me dinner sometime. You eat hot dogs, Mister Kirk?"

James gives her that toothy grin, and La'an thinks she could spend a lifetime chasing after the man behind that smile.

"It's like you just read my mind."

#la'an/kirk #la'an x kirk #snw #snw spoilers #snw season 2 #fanfic #ladywaffles #prompt fill #phebs writes fic #phebs speaks #I'll post a version that's had a few more rounds of edits and rewrites on AO3 in a few days

[mommydust]

A Wolf in Sheep’s Clothing.. (oc x ghost)

A story full of star crossed lovers, angst, betrayal, and unexpected plot twist you won't see coming, and a lesson of you can't trust everyone, not even those closest...

It’s The Sight of a Million Regrets..(Chp 4.)

A little more than a year has passed since that day, Andrew was now 8 years old and still under the impression that one day she'll be the first frontwoman to the band Ghost.

When her parents were away, Terzo would bring over a ghoul to the ministry to teach Andrew guitar in order for her to make up songs in her freetime.

Andrew stood behind her brother's legs as the ghoul stood a few feet with a guitar case in each hand. He was a tall ghoul with broad shoulders. He liked to wear rings on numerous fingers and his grayish-blue eye that looked through the eyeholes of his sliver mask at Andrew.

"Andrew this is Omega, my p- my friend who offered his skills in guitar to you." Terzo explained.

Andrew continued to hide behind Terzo's legs. "Friend? But ghouls are bad!" Andrew said.

Terzo sighed and mouthed a "sorry" to Omega before he crouched down to Andrew's level to look her in the eyes. "Andrew, I know mom and dad have fed you this idea that ghouls are these foul beast. But, that's as far away from the truth. What about Cumulus, you liked her. Did she ever try to bite you or put you in harms way?"

"No.." Andrew said.

"So what's so different from Omega? Sure he's scary looking, but he truly is the sweetest guy if you get to know him." Terzo smiled.

Andrew looked over at Omega who gave her a little wave and his eyes squinted, as if he was smiling behind the mask.

"And this is a G chord." Omega said as he slowly strummed his guitar. "Now you try."

Andrew, who made Terzo sit right next to her, struggled for a moment. The neck of the guitar being slightly big for her hands and at best she was able to produce a G chord with only a few strings muted.

"This hurts my hands." Andrew whines.

"I know, but if you keep this up you'll build up these things called callouses on your fingers and it won't hurt so much." Omega said holding out his hands to the girl, but at a distance as he could still tell she was hesitant.

"Ew." Andrew giggles said making Omega chuckle.

For months and months, Omega would come over secretly to teach Andrew. With that time together, Andrew grew quite fond of Omega and began to question if what her parents told her was all that true.

"Are there other ghouls like you at the church?" Andrew asked Omega.

"Yeah plenty, though not as roguishly handsome." Omega responded making Terzo chuckle slightly.

"But you all look the same?" Andrew said confused. "Say, why do you all wear a mask? Or is that your real face?" Andrew asked.

"No, no..uh it's just like a safety protocol or whatever the hell. Damn humans still believe we wanna eat them or something, most humans sorry." Omega sighed. "Or we're just too scary or ugly looking."

"Oh don't let them feed you those lies." Terzo scoffed.

"Alright see you soon." Terzo said as he and Andrew walked Omega out.

"Bye!" Andrew waved.

Once the door was shut and the two siblings walked in the halls together, Andrew began to wonder once again.

"Is it true? Are most ghouls like Omega? Nice? Funny?" Andrew asked.

"Why don't I take you to the church and you decide on that?" Terzo suggested.

"Really? But mom said I'm not old enough." Andrew said.

"Who cares what mom says, sometimes you have to be your own person, Andrew. Everyone has their opinions, why don't make yours? How about for your 9th birthday, that's just around the corner." Terzo said.

"Alright!" Andrew said excitedly.

A few weeks passed and Andrew waited early for her birthday and slowly the day came. She woke up bright and early to eat breakfast with her family.

Sister Imperator sat a plate of French toast and eggs in front of her which she quickly began to devour in hunger.

"So how old are you Andrew? Mmm 17?" Secondo teased.

"Oh dear, no no no she's still many more birthdays. Yes, many more!" Imperator said, having that emotional moment of watching her child grow up which made Secondo roll his eyes.

"Well happy birthday, little sister." Primo said and so did everyone else except for Papa Nihil, who sat at the end of the table looking more sour than usual.

"Oh mother, when Andrew is done opening her presents she's going to come with me to the church. Some of my coworkers wanted to give her some presents and finally meet her." Terzo said to Imperator.

Imperator thought for a moment before speaking. "Just keep her in your vision at all times."

Terzo nodded and Andrew gave him a big smile across the table.

"Oh my gosh I love this dress! Thank you Primo!" Andrew squealed and held it up to her body. It was an all black with that sort of goth elegance to it. "I'm going to go put it on right now!" Andrew said as she ran out of the living room to her room with it.

Imperator sighed and looked over to Papa Nihil who had continued to sulk. "Would you stop that? It's your daughter's birthday. You could at least act like you care."

"Well I simply don't." Nihil said and the whole family looked at him. "It's just another year reminding me how you failed to give me another son."

Sister Imperator scoffed. "Oh so it's all my fault that I couldn't magically choose the gender of our baby!"

"You told me it was going to be a boy!" Nihil yelled back.

"I said it felt like a boy! That doesn't mean I knew!" Sister Imperator didn't back down.

"Well that's your fault for not getting an ultrasound and wanting it to be a stupid surprise!" Nihil yelled.

"Well it's your fault for naming your daughter a boys name! When will you tell her that you only named her Andrew to remind her that she's everything she can't be in your eyes!?"

"What..?" Andrew spoke up sadly making everyone turn their heads with wide eyes. She now stood in her new dress, but her face had been downturned into a quivering frown.

"Andrew, baby..uh we didn't really mean that."

Sister Imperator said.

Andrew's eyes watered. "Don't call me that.." she whispered as her tears trickled down her cheeks.

"Andrew.." Imperator softly, reaching out to console her only for Andrew to slap her hand away and run back off to her room. The door slamming down the hall with an echo.

"Look what you've done!" Imperator stood up off the couch.

"Me!? If you had kept your fat mouth closed she wouldn't have known or been upset!" Nihil huffed.

Imperator began her way to Andrew's room.

"Wait mother..I think it's best if we handle this." Primo said and his brothers nodded.

"Andrew? May we come in?" Primo knocked on her door as her three older brothers stood outside her room where they could hear muffled sobs.

"A-as long as you don't call m-me that name.." She said.

The three brothers exchanged confused looks before opening the door and stepping inside. Her room was a light cream color with various posters of her favorite bands such as Black Sabbath, Echo & The Bunnymen, Greta Van Fleet, and others. She lay on her bed curled up in a blanket and holding onto her pillow as she cried into it. Her brothers took a seat around her.

"What would you like us to call you?" Secondo asked.

She thought for a moment. "Drew..just Drew."

"Alright Drew, understand that mom and dad were just caught up in the moment of arguing and said a lot of mean things." Secondo said.

"No..they meant it. Why else would I have been named that if it wasn't..?" Drew sniffled. "It's fine..I've accepted for a while now that dad doesn't like me..he never wanted a daughter."

"Come on that's not true-" Primo began.

"It is true!" Drew cried. "I-I can't do anything good enough in his eyes because I'll never be good enough for him!"

The three brothers sighed before Terzo opened his arms for Drew, allowing her the choice of a hug. She instantly hugged him.

Primo and Secondo came close and all hugged her as well, soon her tears dried.

#the band ghost #papa emeritus iv #cirrus ghoulette #mountain ghoul #rain ghoul #sodo ghoul #swiss ghoul #aether ghoul #sunshine ghoulette #cardinal copia #cumulus ghoulette #primo emeritus #papa nihil #papa secondo #papa terzo

[cyb3r-st4t]

Sicktember, Day Ten

“The only place we’re going to is the pharmacy.”

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Warnings: This is a sickfic, if that’s of no interest to you, DNI! This Fic contains mentions of not eating well, fatigue, and subtle mentions of confusion/brain fog. Keep yourselves safe! If I miss anything, let me know!!

Characters: Aether and Paimon.

POV: Aether fell sick a few days ago, and isn’t seeming to get any better… Paimon’s pretty much had enough of it…

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Most days when Aether got sick, Paimon could bare to see him under the weather, but these past few days were just a little different. This sickness wasn’t a runny nose and maybe a loss of appetite, but much more. Aether was fatigued, and couldn’t quite grasp ahold of the things happening around him— it was like his brain was a fog cloud. He shook when he picked up things, even if those things weren’t too heavy. He slept longer, even when he fell asleep early the night before. Everything was just beginning to overwhelm her with concern.

This day in particular, it was pretty bad. They walked for short amounts of time before he needed to stop and rest… he looked paler today.

Despite their distance from Liyue, Paimon decided she would at least try and make it out there to Baizhu… surely he’d be able to help.

Paimon didn’t tell Aether what they were doing, or where they were going. She floated to the beat of her own drum, and stopped when Aether voiced that he needed to.

She tried to get him to eat something earlier… but he didn’t seem up for it. Each time she looked back on the last time he ate a full meal, it felt like a heavy rock was placed on her back.

She just wanted him to feel better again… but she didn’t know how to do that on her own.

Their next stop, Aether sat down on a rock and took a long minute to examine his surroundings. In the near distance, he recognized Liyue.

“How come we’re heading to Liyue?” He questioned, looking up to Paimon tiredly.

Paimon shook her head and wagged her finger.

“Paimon can’t tell you that yet, we aren’t even there yet!” She huffed as she crossed her arms… but the thought of actually going through with her plan weighed on her mind, and made her confidence visibly worsen.

Aether noticed, and tilted his head.

“Is something wrong? Are we here for something important?”

“Well— it’s important to Paimon…! So… that’s okay… right?” She asked, tilting her head slightly.

Aether narrowed his eyebrows in confusion.

“I don’t know what’s more important to you than food, so you have me thinking now.” Aether teased, smiling after Paimon’s jaw dropped.

“Paimon cares about a lot of other things!” She tightened her arms in their crossed position.

“Oh? Like what?”

“Like you! I like you!” Paimon argued, “And!! And… Paimon likes outside! Sometimes…!”

Aether snickered, shaking his head a little.

“Right, right. How could I forget those things… we aren’t here for either of those…… right?”

Paimon held her breath as she thought of a way to lie to him. Her inability to lie made the real answer stand out without her having to say anything.

“No! Noooo?? Why would I do that? Psshhhhhh.” Paimon smiled… her smiled fell into a frown as she and Aether stared at each other— Aether looking absolutely unamused.

“So…” Aether mumbled.

“…so…?” Paimon questioned.

“Can you tell me?”

“Ohhhh…” Paimon whined, “You have to promise Paimon that you won’t be mad at her…”

“Mmmm…” Aether hummed, “I guess.”

“Promise!”

“Okay, I promise!”

Paimon took a deep breath before rambling about all of her concerns.

“I’m just so worried! Paimon can’t stand seeing you like this anymore! It’s hard to watch you do things and struggle at them! Paimon just wants you to feel better… and eat better!! You haven’t eaten well in a long time!!”

Aether blinked before tilting his head.

“So… why are we in Liyue…?”

“To go see Baizhu…!”

That simple phrased left Aether feeling a bit… in the way. He really didn’t want to go bug him for a stupid illness that not even he was sure how he caught.

“I… don’t think that’s necessary. I’ll get better, I will. I can try harder.” Aether interrupted, but Paimon absolutely refused that offering.

“No! Paimon’s taking you to go see Baizhu, and that’s final!”

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#cyb.stat fics #cyb.stat bleh… #sicktember #sickfic #sicktember day 10 #gen//shin im//pact #gen//shin imp//act #gen//shin fic #gen//shin #gen//shin sickfic #aet//her #pai//mon

[diorst4r]

post-rave’n aftermath — TYLER GALPIN x f. reader

summary: after an anticipated night at the dance becomes stale, tyler lends more than just a comforting night to spend back at his place.

warnings: mentions of drinking, making out, eating out

✯¸.•´*¨`*•✿ .·:*¨༺ ༻¨*:·. ✿•*`¨*`•.¸✯

the pair stumbled back into tyler’s house in a fit of laughter, latching onto one another for support against their drunken balance. y/n clasped a firm grip on the galpin boy’s shoulder as she kicked a heel off.

“leaving that dance early was probably one of the best decisions i’ve made in awhile.” moments ago were they guzzling down a handful of nips ajax had slipped them before they had left. boy, did that kid know how to party.

“you’re a bad influence sometimes,” he remarked.

“sometimes, keyword.” she wiggled her leg as an attempt to slip the other bedazzled shoe off with a frustrated groan.

tyler eyed the girl and shook his head with a smile. he considerably held a higher tolerance at alcohol that she did, and that clearly was the case here. dropping down a knee, he propped her foot up on his thigh and began unbuckling the small silver latch with ease. he slid the heel to the side and gave a gentle pat on her outer thigh.

“what’re you thinking of for dinner? i should be sober enough to make a decent meal.” y/n snapped out of her daze and followed the boy to the fridge.

“your grandma’s pasta recipe would hit the spot right about now.”

y/n had stayed over plenty of times; carefully calculating when tyler’s dad would and wouldn’t be home or even how long he’d be out for. It was a routine at this point and tyler gave her all the tips of the ins and outs of escaping a sheriff’s house.

“that’s what i was thinking. oh, and hey, feel free to steal a shirt or something to change out of.” he could tell by the way she uncomfortably shifted in the white fabric clinging to her curves that a fresh set would do her plenty justice.

“always so good to me, galpin.”

she nudged the door to his room and let the scent of his fresh woody cologne engulf her. the fragrance was everywhere; staining his sheets and his clothes. she nudged a drawer open and pulled out a large grey tee.

y/n took a moment in front of the mirror with a grimace. she looked like an utter mess. her hair had been frizzed up, slight smudges of cheap mascara pooled around the edges of her eyes. sometimes the thought of why a perfect small town boy like him would take such interest in an outcast like her.

he’s constantly reassured her that social status was of no use, but being around his friends and seeing how sociable he is at the weathervane really makes her wonder why her isolated demeanor caught his eye.

she gave the zipper in the back a tug. nothing. she tried again, putting a more firm grip on the metal piece and again, no result. must be caught on the fabric, she put in a mental note.

“tyler! do you mind helping me with this,” she called out in a struggle.

her arms reached all around her back while her neck contorted in a way she could attempt to figure out how to get the zipper undone.

tyler gave a knock and peeked a head in. the sight of seeing her struggle like this gave him quite the chuckle.

“always getting yourself into trouble,” he breathed out with a smile. she pulled her styled locks to the side and shuddered at the touch of his frigid fingers.

he gingerly lowered his lips to the nape of her neck and began peppering sweet kisses up and down as the sound of the zipper sliding filled the air. she sucked in a breath of air between her teeth at the sensitive spots he had been nipping around.

without the support of his hand on her waist, she was sure her legs would’ve transitioned to jello. his touch was intoxicating, knowing all the right spots to touch to get her going. his free hand traveled up to her neck as he slightly tilted her head to the side for better access.

y/n let out a groan at the sudden loss of contact, before he leaned into her ear. “foods ready in ten.” he let the hand resting on her midsection slide down to a drop before swinging the door just enough to leave some space open and headed back to the kitchen.

the audacity this boy has, she thought as the dress pooled around her ankles.

to say she was stuffed was an understatement. halfway through seconds was she done for. this recipe was one tyler needed to learn and perfect after countless times of asking his nana to make him this memorable dish.

“you’re a tease for earlier.” she grimaced as tyler set the dishes in the dishwasher.

“you enjoyed that food didn’t you?” she eyed him, knowing damn well the food was worth it. the silence had still been a small retaliation for leaving her high and not very dry.

he faced the girl and leaned an arm against the kitchen island behind her. “lemme make it up to you then.”

his lips ghosted above hers as they continued back on that perfect dance of kisses. his palms slid down her thighs before hiking her up on the counter. y/n felt the goosebumps rise through her skin at the cold contact.

she felt feverish at the lack of clarity in her senses. he was a toxin in disguise of an antidote, hidden beneath the layers of the perfect beloved sheriff’s son. this line they were walking on was insisted to be a one time thing, but lust always seemed to find a way back to square one.

his lips peppered kisses further and further before his eyes caught hers once more. the dim lighting illuminating just the highlights bouncing off her body—her shoulders, to her collarbones to the curves of her chest. he may have just mistaken her to be a goddess.

seeing tyler on his knees gazing up at her like that; she felt so vulnerable that he’s seen more of her than anyone has ever discovered.

he bit back a smirk at his favorite color looking right back at him in the form of a lace set. hooking the material to the side, he slung a leg over his shoulder and licked a agonizingly slow stripe up her folds with a groan.

a hiss left her lips at the contact as her hands wove into his hair. he relished in the fact he could give the girl he adored so much what she deserved. continuing the motion, his pattern switched every once in awhile in fit of swirls and sucking.

“god, that feels amazing.” he wanted to hear nothing less than these praises.

he adjusted on one knee and this newfound angle had just almost taken her off the edge. one hand clutched the roots of his wavy locks, the other pushing against the granite counter behind her.

tyler introduced a digit, the slick of her wetness combined with his saliva easily saved her from any pain. she found her hips starting to rock into him feeling that familiar high only a grasp away.

“lemme make you feel good,” he breathlessly breathed out. that expression of pure pleasure plastered on her face was something he wish he could engrain in memory.

she sighed in content as the knot finally began to come undone as she rode out her high. her limbs had felt like jelly regardless of barely putting in any work. the air was hot and seemed to let her senses slowly seep back into her.

tyler swept her up in the midst of her daze with a sweet kiss. her complexion radiated a glow of satisfaction.

“i’m about to have the best sleep of my life,” she remarked. mouth watering dinner, a satisfied hunger, and an appeasing orgasm. what more could she want in a night.

“alright, let’s get you cleaned up.”

#tyler galpin #nevermore #wednsday addams #wednesday #tyler galpin imagine #tyler galpin smut #tyler galpin x y/n #tyler galpin x reader #tyler galpin x you #ajax petropolus #rave’n #weathervane

[mikeyelistsukasa]

I canno sleep, can u do akane sakura & yashiro x s/o who doesn't take care of himself, and ends up taking everything out on someone random, and likes to create fights to get away from his problems??? thanks

Feel free to deny, but if u acept i'll be like

But if u deny

/joke

Ok this has nothing to do with manga akane so i can write for him! Sorry that i couldn’t write it sooner pls dont turn into a emo lion :,(((😔💔⛓

Sakura akane and yashiro with a Darling that doesn’t take care of himself and lets his anger out on others

This might sound heartbreaking but-

She didn’t do much at the beginning even though she could see that you are in a bad state

But it eventually got worse so she couldn’t look at it any longer

She isn’t heartless as she looks like i swear

At least to the people she cares about

She will have more tea “parties” so that you eat at least some biscuits

But she isn’t that dumb

She knows this isn’t enough

So sometimes she brings you a bento with some healthy food

Don’t refuse unless you want to be greeted with a book in your face

Some small exercises

And by that it means her just watching how you run around a bit

“Ohhhhhh why is he running around?”

“He has been having trouble to take care of yourself and exercising is important”

“IM GONNA JOIN HIM”

now you run faster because tsukasa is behind you floating looking as if he is about to murder you

She usually doesn’t like the fact that you lash out your anger/problems on others by fighting

She prefers it when people can talk it through

Since she doesn’t like to get involved into those fights she asks natsuhiko to get you out of there

“What a bummer i really wanted to see the fight…”

Tells you to just come to her next time you feel like getting aggressive

She has her own methods to calm you down

Shesh where do i even start

He would also notice right away

But he would also start to try helping you asap

Since he doesn’t want it to get worse

Would investigate by visiting (if its possible) your house/apartment

He is unsure of his cooking

So he brought it once for you

If he saw just the slightest disgust on your face he will never bring you his food anymore

Instead he would bring you snacks from some supermarket

Well at least you eat something

Whoever your enemy is

Is now his enemy too

But begs you to get a hold of yourself and not fight

“S/o honey we can talk this out!”

“No we can NOT akane”

Ofc he got in trouble for “not paying good attention”

But he would comfort you if you ever feel bad for getting him in trouble. Or for punching an innocent person

“H-hey its alright! I get your struggle”

Honestly had at least once hoped that you’d punch teru out of anger

“Oh my gosh im so sorry minamoto senpai!”

“It’s alright i understand you had a bad day”

Akane in the corner: *evil snickering noises while making eye contact with teru*

She can relate a bit when it comes to not taking care of themselves

But she needed a bit more unlike these two to realise that you aren’t feeling good

Wether its someone telling her or her getting the hint herself

Also would take action asap

Aaaaaand is also insecure about her cooking remembering the incident with teru

But she would be really good at motivating you

„S/o-kun lets go somewhere fun like a café!“

„Maybe go to the beach?“

„We can do our homework at my place! I have a cute hamster at home!“

Was scared the first time you punched someone

„S/o!!! Why did you do that????“

Would never get used to it

„Yashiro! have you heard there is a new fight with s/o and r/n!“

„What?!? Are you serious aoi?????? Ugh not again T-T“

She kinda likes to bandage you up instead of you going to the nurses office

„You’ve got to be more careful s/o!!! What if you get serious injured??“

„Sorry yashiro.couldnt hold back my anger“

She just hugs you thingly

„You can always talk to me you know…“

She pushed you away

And you were a bit shocked at what she was about to say

„Besides.you can always punch hanako if you feel like it! That jerk deserved it anyway…“

You couldn’t help yourself but to just laugh at her silly remark

„I’ll make sure to keep that in mind“

Thanks for your wonderful request i hope i left you satisfied as always please visit again!

#tbhk x reader #tbhk x y/n #x reader #jshk x reader #jshk yashiro #tbhk sakura x reader #jshk sakura #tbhk sakura #tbhk akane #tbhk aoi #yashiro x reader #akane x reader #aoi x reader #sakura x reader

[masterwords]

Hello, can I please have 10 from the meaningful prompts with Hotch and Morgan? How you manage to find the time to do all these great prompt fics is amazing 😅

The prompt: Whispering jokes/loving words in a lecture/school/church/a meeting. Trying not to laugh/flirt back in fear of disturbing everyone else who's trying to pay attention.

Prompts don't always call to me, but when I'm doing these big chapter stories I get all antsy and want to leave those worlds/need distractions and then I just devour prompts. I don't know why but I'm glad you guys indulge me. Thank you! <3

(1.9k words / On AO3 if you prefer / mostly deaf Hotch and Morgan and JJ at a lecture not exactly behaving themselves)

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Hotch stretches his legs, one and then the other, straight in front of him. His left knee pops loudly, flooding him with a strange and instant relief in the once aching joint. He's been sitting in this chair for the better part of the day, give or take a break that wasn't much of a break because everyone wanted to talk to him. He's really starting to feel it creeping in his lower back.

These chairs needed replacing at least two decades ago (that's being generous), when the BAU was still the BSU and they were nicely situated in the far reaches of the basement, when no one gave a shit about them. These chairs needed replacing when people still used finger quotes to denote anything the BAU did. Oh, you created a “profile” huh? Fascinating. Now it's the hot button topic at the Bureau, and his team is expected to not only guest lecture but also sit through an absurd number of them so they can be useful to everyone everywhere, that's the idea anyway. He has other suspicions, but he keeps those to himself.

Well today, it's Andy Swann up there talking about the link between social media and trafficking, and he really does find it interesting...hell, he even helped her prepare some of it. Even knowing what she was going to talk about he took pages of notes during his first time through. He managed to find a few things of note the second time too things he'd missed in the first session. Aaron Hotchner would never be considered anything but an attentive student under most circumstances, but now he's on his third go around on this carousel, the last of the day, and he's more or less just supervising. Making sure everyone who was supposed to attend did, which he considers to be micromanaging and a task he loathes. He's a highly paid chaperon, and he's also completely done. His head is throbbing, and his back is killing him, not to mention that he hasn't had time to eat anything since he ate the last two bites of Jack's frosted mini wheats when the kid said he was too full to finish, and he has to pee because the four styrofoam cups of coffee he's sucked down have finally gone through him.

He reaches up and turns off his hearing aids. It's instant relief of the one complaint he has that he can control. Just like his knee popping only maybe better. The pressure in his head almost vanishes along with the sound.

He's been wearing hearing aids for nearly a year now. Sometimes only an hour or two, sometimes the whole day, it really just depends on what he's got to do. How attentive he has to be to what's going on around him. His hearing has been bad his entire life, or close enough anyway. He doesn't remember a time when he didn't struggle and his mother would tell you that he passed all of the hearing tests as a baby so she's not sure what happened. He could tell you, but he doesn't tell her because she wouldn't listen anyway. His dad's penchant for knocking him around on those nights when the whiskey went down easy like mountain spring water, bring those up to her and she'll give you her best I don't know what you're talking about smile and that's the end of her willingness to entertain the topic. In any case, he always figured it didn't really matter when it started because it was a bomb placed under his SUV in New York that did him in, and that made the topic easier for her to swallow too.

When his doctor looked him right in the eye and told him that his hearing wasn't likely to improve after his continued exposure to sudden loud noises, he was able to take it with a grain of salt.

“Will it get worse?” was all he could think to ask, and her solemn features as she considered her words carefully told him more than anything she actually said.

“The hearing loss is irreversible, Agent Hotchner, but if we're careful, we can mitigate further damage. The right ear is worse than the left. Wearing hearing devices will help.”

He knew everyone expected him to be upset, to take it the way he took everything else. Derek had watched him rip an IV out of his hand and sign himself out AMA while his ears were still bleeding after that bomb...that he was now so willing to accept this was nothing short of a miracle. But they don't know that he's been reading lips since middle school with an intensity that gave people pause. Practicing, maybe, but some part of him knew that it was an eventuality and Hotch never liked to be blindsided. He likes to be ahead of things.

By high school he was better at reading lips than he was at making or maintaining eye contact. Learning ASL from one of the school librarians had been a hobby for a while, something he thought he might need but maybe not...better to be prepared. Plus she was nice, and if he was there then he didn't have to be at home. She knew his concerns, and she argued that if he knew it then he could teach other people when the time came. And if it never did? Well, being fluent in another language is never a bad thing.

He's been working with Jack now for a few months, the kid is picking it up quickly. Jessica (for reasons she's purposely evasive about) already speaks ASL very well, she's helping with Jack. And Derek says he wants to do it by himself. (Except it's he and Garcia and a computer, squirreled away in his office late at night with a bowl of popcorn and sodas and their talking hands.) He tries not to think too hard about that one, it'll make him cry.

He knows the rest of them are learning, too. JJ has been signing with Henry since he was a baby, it was a natural thing for her to continue. But, again, the whole crying thing...he doesn't ask. They're all adapting, and anyway, he has his hearing aids, so they don't need to worry too much. It's only when they surprise him in the office, when he's turned them off or taken them out for some peace because the way they amplify the sound makes his head hurt if he wears them too long.

So, really, the fact that he's uncomfortable and a little distracted is easy to understand. That he's turned his hearing devices off in the middle of a lecture is probably considered rude, but he'll apologize to Andy later, she'll understand. She signed as the witness at his wedding to Haley, their friendship is a long and winding road. It's not likely that she'll hold it against him. She'll probably ask him why he didn't do it sooner.

He's hovering in this serene, nearly silent world when JJ uses her pen to tap him on the knee and gives him a knowing glance. He raises one eyebrow, and his eyes flick down to her hands. She signs quickly to him that Derek is trying to get his attention from the end of the row. They're exactly thirteen seats apart, might as well be separate planets. Derek has been working with a new group of recruits at the Academy all week, this is the first time they've seen each other in at least that long. He nods and silently thanks her before turning his eyes to Derek. He can barely mask his relief, or whatever that huge feeling in his chest is that he feels just knowing Derek is around.

But then Derek lowers his hands just out of sight of anyone who might be casually watching and signs something to Hotch. Something lewd (why not just hello?) and Hotch turns away quickly, forces his attention back to Andy on the stage. He pretends to try and read her lips and Derek knows he got to him. He's smiling and he's definitely blushing. He knows that it's a problem that Derek and Penelope are learning together, because they're not just learning the basics, they're not just becoming conversational, they're figuring out how to flirt. They're learning the inappropriate things that they will both eventually teach Jack. Hotch's stomach twists and he nervously reaches up to adjust the lay of his tie.

Twice.

Just to keep his hands busy, because he wants to sign something back at Derek, but he won't. He won't because someone would surely see him.

JJ taps him again. She looks exasperated, her eyes are wide and she's missing the lecture, but she flicks her pen in Derek's direction and Hotch watches as he flirts a little more appropriately this time. At least Hotch thinks he's flirting, he's still pretty rusty and he makes the sign for hot while waggling his eyebrows. It's not exactly correct, but Hotch understands what he means, and he can feel a warm prickly flush spreading like wildfire through dry underbrush beneath his collar.

He adjusts the lay of his tie again. As if it's moved.

When JJ taps him a third time, he wants to tell her to stop. If they just don't give Derek attention, he'll turn his attention to Andy and be done with it, they're just fueling his fire by giving him an audence. The thing is, he kind of doesn't want it to stop though. He looks up and Derek is asking him if he wants to get a drink later. His sign for hot had been so clunky, but this is crystal clear. He's been practicing.

Hotch can't help what he does next, he really can't. He looks at Andy at the front of the room, she's using her pointer and showing some statistic on the power point. Quickly he turns back to Derek and smiles, dragging his forefinger slowly from his chin down to his collar bone with a wink. I'm thirsty, he says, his finger pointing to his own chest.

This makes Derek laugh out loud, the absolute asshole.

Hotch has been keeping a straight face the whole time but Derek can't handle one cheeky reply? Hotch turns toward Andy and frowns when he notices her stop, glance at him first, and then at Derek. He turns his hearing aid back on, just the left one, because he's good at reading lips but he might need to be on higher alert for this one.

“Agent Morgan?” Andy's voice is cool and calm, but she's looking directly at Derek with those piercing eyes that make her so damn scary. Hotch's veins run with ice; Derek doesn't seem the least bit bothered. Hotch can't look at Derek any longer, so he turns his attention to his paper, mortified. “Would you care to share with everyone what's so funny?”

Derek clears his throat and smiles with that infuriating calm he has because he's so damn self-confident that things just don't rattle him. Even when they absolutely should. (And for a long time, Hotch thought it was just an act, was sure he could get under his skin but now he's glad for it. He leans on it, leans into it.)

“Nothing, ma'am. I apologize. I was just asking Agent Hotchner if he wanted to get coffee after the lecture.”

She shoots Hotch a dangerous glare, one that says he owes her big time for not making him repeat exactly what his response has been because she saw everything. Everything, her eyes say. And she won't be letting him forget it any time soon.

“You'll buy me a coffee too, for interrupting my lecture, Agent Morgan.”

“Yes, ma'am. I'm sorry again.”

“And a muffin. Apple cinnamon.”

“Whatever you want, Agent Swann.”

#aaron hotchner #derek morgan #andy swann #jennifer jareau #criminal minds #hotchgan #mortch #fanfiction

[synnthamonsugar]

13 for the prompt \o/

13. Where no one could hear

Somewhere in the pit Savathûn senses a potent tangling of hive sorcery and dragon wish. Wondering what trouble Crota's children have gotten up to and whether one of them means to challenge her, she goes to investigate. To anyone else she is just a sterile mother making her rotations in the twisting warrens, no one special enough to pay mind to let alone question.

The use of ahamakaras had become vogue among a number of civilizations, humanity included, an easy if risky shortcut to power even Light or Dark struggle to provide. Less known, that their wishes snag at the fabric of reality, altering the warp and weft of spacetime in a way that makes them immensely trackable to those who know what to look for. She follows the pulled-up thread to the source and finds . . . her eyes struggle to make out the form. An acolyte? It doesn't move. She draws closer.

Oh . . . oh dear. Whatever she expected, it wasn't this.

It is human, it is hive, it has the scent of wish magic and ascendant energy and a waft of the Light, dry as the blood on its — her, she supposes, close enough now to make out the form — three-eyed face. Ichor runs fresh.

What have Crota's children done? Running her fingers along her wrist she finds a pulse. She also finds bloodied hands and a knife and a whispering bone shard, and is struck with the realization this is not the result of some wizard's hubristic experiment in merging alien biologies but a self-imposed modification. She is intimately used to changing bodies. The experience ranges from tolerable to unbearable. But this is visceral enough to put a spark of awed terror into her.

The ex-lightbearer stirs to a fevered half-consciousness and Savathûn projects a more pleasant form pulled from her memories, though she's not sure she's aware enough to care either way. Except for the eyes and the horns, she could have been one of the victims in the aftermath of the collapse, in bad enough shape to not realize they were dying. Savathûn helped spare the Traveler who in turn helped spare humanity, but there was still death everywhere. She passed scenes like this more times than she could count, only sometimes able to help. Resentment wells inside her. She refuses to let the darkness have this one.

 Savathûn can make out 'water' among the woman's otherwise-incoherent mumbling. She promises they will find it together, which settles her down enough to allow Savathûn to pick her up. She makes sure the knife and the bone are tucked into her armor.

 She collects groundwater in shed pieces of shell and plucks wormspore. She sits with the woman for a long while, helping her drink and eat, and when lucidity returns Savathûn asks to hear her story. She tells her everything — the failed raid, the years (she thinks) wandering in the darkness, the eyes and the bargain — and when she is finished, she asks if Savathûn will help her leave. With complete clarity she insists she knows the way out, but doesn't want to make the journey alone.

 "I cannot go with you, but I can be with you," Savathûn says, and she teaches the woman her song. By the time she is finished reciting it, Savathûn has vanished, and so too have the memories.

#destiny #eris morn #savathun #i really went off on this one. tbh. #ty izzy for that comment about eris singing sav's song in the pit; i had a couple ideas for this one but seeing that made me decide on this #synnth fic

[ejzah]

In Miss Blye’s Class, Part 2

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“And then Ava said that she wasn’t going to Marco’s party anymore because he knocked down her tower. Even though it was an accident. So then Marco started crying and then Miss Blye said play time was over,” Caleb explained, sucking in a deep breath after a 15 minute monologue describing the intricate social system of his kindergarten class.

From his current position under the kitchen sink, Deeks could just see Caleb’s feet dangling off a chair. He’d finished his homework for the day and now was coloring a picture of Captain America.

“But Marco was still crying so I gave him my snack to make him feel better,” Caleb added. Deeks paused in the middle of working at the nut above the tailpipe to slide out far enough to see see his face.

“That was a really nice thing to do for your friend, Kiddo. Did you have enough to eat though?” Deeks asked, knowing that under certain circumstances, Caleb readily give up his whole lunch without complaint.

“Uh-huh. I just was extra hungry at lunch so I ate everything. Even the carrots.” He threw Deeks a quick toothy grin before returning to his picture, wiggling in his seat. Some days it felt like he barely stopped moving.

Smiling to himself, Deeks crawled back under the sink and resumed battling the pipe.

“C’mon,” he muttered, muscles straining as he struggled with the rusted hardware. When his realtor had promoted this house as a work in progress, he’d thought she was referring to bad decor or a few minor repairs. He hadn’t anticipated that every pipe in the place leaked and squeaked and the upstairs bathroom floor was one step away from caving in.

When he’d packed up and moved to LA two months ago, with a job offer at a good law firm, and little else in place, this was one of the first houses on the market that didn’t cost roughly a million. So, he’d snapped it up. Maybe, once he was better established, had a little extra cash, and…well, for now, he was testing the limits of his handyman skills.

He gave the pipe a twist, grimacing when more water spurted out. Wiping at his face, he quickly twisted the other way, and decided it was time to call a plumber. He slid back out and mopped up the puddles of water as much as he could, sticking an old strawberry bucket directly under the leak.

“Did you fix it, Daddy?” Caleb asked, hopping down from the table. Without asking, he started piling tools back into the box and wiped up a few stray drops of water.

“Nope,” Deeks answered cheerfully. “But it’s getting late and I bet you’re hungry again.”

“I’m starving!”

“Ok, you want chicken or pizza today.”

“Chicken. Can I have a cookie?” he requested, leaning into Deeks with a pleading look.

“After dinner.”

“But I might get so hungry I’ll fall over and then I can’t go to school tomorrow. And the Miss Blye will get mad because I’m not there.”

Deeks narrowly concealed a short as a cough, mildly impressed as always by Caleb’s thought processes. Although his logic sometimes fell through, he was a master debater. He supposed it was the likely outcome from having a lawyer for a dad.

“Yeah, I saw you eat two cookies when you got back from school,” Deeks said, grabbing Caleb under the armpits and swinging him around the room, making him giggle. “I’m surprised you haven’t turned into a cookie yet. I’ll have to start calling you “Cookie Monster Caleb”.”

“Dad, you’re silly,” Caleb gasped, even as he continued to giggle, kicking his legs in the air. Drawing to a stop, Deeks loudly kissed the top of his head, which started a whole new round of laughter, and set him back down on the floor.

“Ok, Kiddo, you sure you got all your homework finished?”

“Uh-huh. Oh, but Miss Blye said I need to bring in something for tomorrow’s show and tell. There’s a paper about in my backpack.”

“Crap, I forgot about that,” Deeks hissed, rubbing his forehead again. “Ok, we’ll think of something while we eat.” He was pretty sure he’d gotten on Kensi Blye’s bad side on their first meeting last week. He hated that he was now one of the “irresponsible parents” in her eyes and had been working to redeem himself.

“Maybe I can bring your gun and special badge from your old job,” Caleb suggested, hanging onto Deeks’ arm.

“Yeah, that would definitely get me in your teacher’s good graces. How about something a little less likely to get both of us expelled?”

“Fiiine. Then my Captain America shield.”

“Much better choice.”

“And the stuffed ladybug mom brought me last time she visited,” he added.

“The other kids will love it,” Deeks said and Caleb nodded, a little distracted now as he toyed with Deeks’ sleeve.

“Daddy, when’s mommy coming to see us again?”

“I don’t know,” he told him honestly. It was a question Deeks had wondered himself since his now ex-wife left two and a half years ago. “Why don’t you go watch some TV while I get dinner ready?”

“Ok. Love you,” Caleb said, jumping up to kiss Deeks’ shoulder before he ran off for the family room.

As soon as Caleb was out of sight, Deeks braced his hand on the table, letting his true exhaustion show for the first time. He didn’t like to hide things from Caleb as a general rule, but right now he didn’t need the extra worry while he was still settling in.

Aside from dinner, there was a stack of client files he had to prep for tomorrow and he knew it would be another extremely late night. It was worth it though. For the chance to start over new and for every time Caleb smiled.

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A/N: I’m so glad you guys enjoyed the first part of this little story. I promise it won’t be super angsty. But just a touch.

#ncis la fanfiction #marty deeks #Caleb Deeks #lawyer Deeks #In Miss Blye’s Class #Part AU #ejzah fanfiction