#and then i cut my hair and i feel a huge rush of relief and it makes me wonder

[wyrmhorde]

When I was young I spent so much time wadding my hair into a ball and shoving it up into a hat and now my hair is reaching some length again and I didn't realize just how much it would make me want to throw up

[moonselune]

Heeellllooo~~ can you please do one where Tav comes RUNNING to any of the bg3 folks you want because there’s a roach in there tent and they need them to kill it (bonus points if it flys)

bahahha I love this so much aha

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Karlach:

You sprinted across the camp, heart pounding in your chest, and skidded to a stop in front of Karlach, breathless. She was sitting by the campfire, sharpening her axe, and looked up at you with an amused smile.

“What’s got you in such a hurry, sweetheart?” she teased, tilting her head.

“There’s a… a massive insect in my tent!” you stammered, still catching your breath. “It’s huge, Karlach! Please, you’ve got to get rid of it!”

Karlach grinned, her teeth flashing in the firelight.

“Aw, does my little warrior need her big, strong girlfriend to come save her from a creepy crawly?” she teased, playfully bumping your shoulder with her own. You gave her an exasperated look, and she laughed, patting your head affectionately. “Alright, alright, I’m on it.”

With an exaggerated roll of her shoulders, Karlach stood up, making a big show of cracking her knuckles as if she were about to face off against some fearsome beast instead of a simple insect.

“You stay out here, babe,” she said, winking at you. “I’ll be back before you know it.”

You watched as she strode toward your tent, feeling a mixture of relief and amusement at her confidence.

You could hear her muttering to herself as she stepped inside, “Alright, you little bugger, let’s see what we’re dealing with…”

Suddenly, a piercing scream cut through the night, and your heart jumped into your throat.

“Oh gods, it’s flying! It’s flying!” Karlach shouted from inside the tent. You barely had a moment to process her panic before you saw a flash of heat and light, and suddenly your tent was engulfed in flames.

“Karlach!” you yelled, rushing forward. The flames crackled, licking at the fabric and threatening to spread. You grabbed the nearby bucket of water and doused the tent as quickly as you could, the fire sputtering out in a smoky hiss.

Karlach emerged from the tent, her hair singed at the ends and soot smudged across her cheek, looking utterly bewildered.

“It came right at me!” she exclaimed, pointing back at the charred remains of your tent. “And I panicked! My body just reacted, I didn’t mean to set it on fire!”

You stared at her for a moment, disbelief turning into laughter. You doubled over, clutching your sides as the absurdity of the situation hit you. “You were supposed to save me from the bug, not burn the whole tent down!”

Karlach scowled playfully, crossing her arms. “Hey, that thing was bigger than I expected! It had wings! And… and it was coming right for me! What was I supposed to do?”

“You’re supposed to be the big, strong one!” you managed between giggles. “Not start screaming the moment an insect flies at you!”

“Well, I saved you from it, didn’t I?” she retorted, trying to maintain her dignity even as her lips twitched with the urge to smile. “No more bug problem now, right?”

“Because you burned my tent down!” you shot back, still laughing.

Karlach sighed dramatically, then pulled you into her arms, her body warm against yours, still radiating the heat from her inner fire. “Alright, alright, I’m sorry,” she murmured, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. “How about this? I’ll build you a new tent, and I’ll even stay up all night to make sure no bugs get in. Deal?”

You couldn’t help but smile, snuggling closer to her. “Deal. But next time, I’m handling the insect.”

Karlach chuckled, holding you tighter. “Next time, I’ll just use my bare hands.”

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Minthara:

You ran across the camp, heart pounding, your footsteps crunching over the dirt and fallen leaves. Your destination was clear: Minthara, your lover, who sat near the campfire sharpening her blade with slow, deliberate strokes. She barely looked up as you skidded to a stop in front of her, breathless and wide-eyed.

"Minthara," you gasped, trying to catch your breath. "There’s a massive insect in my tent."

The drow's eyes finally lifted from her sword, and she regarded you with a raised brow, a smirk already playing on her lips.

"A massive insect?" she repeated mockingly. "Truly, you are a weakling if a mere bug sends you running to me for help."

You frowned at her teasing tone, but you knew it came with a certain affection — as much affection as Minthara could express, anyway.

"It's not just any bug," you muttered defensively. "It's huge. I’m not going back in there until it’s gone."

Minthara stood up, stretching slightly, her lithe form moving with predatory grace as she adjusted her armor. She rolled her shoulders as if preparing for battle, a mocking smile tugging at the corners of her mouth.

"Do I have to solve every one of your problems, or are you simply that incapable?" she asked, her voice full of playful disdain. "Very well, I shall slay your insect, my terrified little weakling."

You shot her a glare, but you let her stride off toward the tent. She disappeared inside, and for a few moments, all was quiet.

Suddenly, a sharp, startled yelp echoed from the tent, followed by the unmistakable sound of a sword being drawn from its scabbard.

"Gah! Filthy creature!" you heard her curse, followed by a scuffling noise inside.

Then, the bug must have taken flight, because Minthara came bursting out of the tent, trying to maintain her usual composed demeanor but clearly rattled. She swiped at the air behind her as if trying to shake off whatever had spooked her.

You couldn't help it; you burst into laughter, doubling over as Minthara shot you a withering glare, her face flushed with both anger and embarrassment.

"Oh, look who's the weakling now!" you teased between breaths. "Big, bad Minthara, scared of a bug!"

"I am not scared!" she snapped, though her wide eyes betrayed her. "It simply caught me by surprise. I would have had it dealt with in moments, but—"

Before she could finish, the massive insect came buzzing out of the tent, its wings a loud, ominous hum as it flew directly toward the two of you.

Your eyes widened in shock as you yelped and ducked, watching as it darted past your head. Minthara swore under her breath, instinctively raising her sword as if to strike it from the sky, but it was moving too fast.

"It’s coming back!" you shouted, pointing as the insect circled around.

Minthara gritted her teeth, glancing between you and the incoming bug.

"Get behind me!" she ordered, though there was a new edge to her voice, betraying her nerves.

You couldn’t resist one more quip. "You’re not going to run again, are you?" you teased, darting behind her as the insect buzzed closer.

Minthara shot you a venomous look. "Mock me again, and you’ll be sleeping outside with the insects." But there was a slight twitch to her lips, as if she wasn’t entirely unaffected by your teasing.

With one swift motion, Minthara swung her sword, narrowly missing the bug as it veered off, flying into the night. You both stood there for a moment, breathless from the absurdity of it all.

"Next time," Minthara growled, "you handle the damn bug."

You chuckled, stepping beside her. "I’ll remember that." You paused, glancing at the now-empty tent. "So, want to go back in?"

Minthara sighed, sheathing her sword. "Not a chance."

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Lae'zel:

You ran through the camp, your heart racing, the image of the enormous insect still fresh in your mind. You burst into Lae'zel's tent, barely able to contain your panic.

"Lae'zel!" you gasped, trying to catch your breath. "There's a massive insect in my tent, please, I need your help!"

Lae'zel was sharpening her blade, her eyes narrowed as she looked up at you.

"A bug?" she asked, raising an eyebrow, her expression quickly shifting to one of disdain. "Pathetic. Are you such a weakling that you cannot deal with a mere insect?"

You huffed, feeling your cheeks burn with embarrassment, but you didn’t back down. "You haven’t seen it! It’s huge!"

Lae'zel snorted, standing and grabbing her sword, her eyes rolling as she muttered something in Gith.

"Very well," she said, voice dripping with sarcasm. "I shall save you from this mighty beast. What an honor for a warrior of Vlaakith to slay such a fearsome creature."

You trailed behind her as she made her way to your tent, muttering under her breath about how soft you were, how strange your fears were.

"Insects, of all things," she scoffed. "You would never survive on the Astral Plane if you cannot even handle a bug."

But the moment she stepped inside your tent, her confidence faltered. A loud yelp escaped her as she spotted the insect.

“Mother Gith!” she spat, her voice suddenly laced with tension. "What is that thing?!"

You stayed just outside, barely able to stifle your laughter as you heard the unmistakable sound of her sword being drawn. "Weakling!" she had called you, and now here she was, facing the same fear.

“I will slay this abomination!” Lae’zel bellowed, and the tent shook as you heard her lunging at the creature. There was a metallic hiss as she swung her sword, and the unmistakable sound of fabric tearing. The tent’s fabric rustled violently as Lae'zel slashed at the insect again and again.

Suddenly, a loud buzzing filled the air. The insect had taken flight.

"Lae'zel! Don’t—" you began to warn, but it was too late. There was another wild swing of her sword, and a sickening rip. The whole side of the tent collapsed in on itself as Lae'zel hacked at it with her blade. More fabric tore, poles snapped, and you watched in shock as the structure of your tent crumbled to the ground.

Finally, Lae'zel emerged, panting heavily, her face flushed and her hair slightly disheveled.

"I have slain it," she proclaimed, breathing hard, her chest rising and falling as she gripped her sword tightly.

But before you could even respond, you heard that familiar, high-pitched buzzing again. The insect flew straight at Lae'zel, darting through the air with its wings fluttering madly. Lae'zel’s eyes widened in shock.

"What?! It still lives!" she cried, ducking as the insect swooped past her head, its wings brushing her face.

You couldn’t help but laugh now, your stomach aching from holding it in. "I thought you had slain it, mighty warrior?"

Lae’zel’s cheeks flushed with frustration. She scowled, swinging her sword at the insect again, but it easily evaded her blade, zipping out of reach. She let out a growl of pure annoyance, watching it disappear into the night sky.

She turned back to you, her chest still heaving, her sword now lowered.

"This… this was no ordinary insect," she declared, trying to recover her dignity. "A creature like that must have come from the Abyss itself."

You raised an eyebrow, still giggling. "Or maybe it was just a really big bug?"

Lae’zel huffed, glaring at you. “I should leave you to sleep in the open for making light of this!” But despite her words, there was a flicker of amusement in her eyes as she saw the shredded remains of your tent.

"Well," you said, trying to keep a straight face as you looked at the ruined mess behind her. "I guess I don’t need to worry about the bug anymore. Or the tent."

Lae'zel sighed, sheathing her sword. "Next time," she muttered, "I shall use less force." She looked over at the tattered remains of your tent, shaking her head. "But you will still owe me for this."

You snickered again. “Sure, Lae'zel. Sure.”

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Shadowheart:

Heart pounding, you sprinted through the camp, the image of the massive, many-legged insect burned into your mind. Without thinking, you headed straight for Shadowheart, who sat cross-legged near the campfire, deep in her meditation. You didn't bother to announce yourself, throwing yourself dramatically into her lap, wrapping your arms around her waist as if she were your last hope.

“Shadowheart!” you cried, your voice breathless, trembling. “Please, you have to help me! There’s a huge bug in my tent! I can’t go back in there; it’s too terrifying!”

Shadowheart’s eyes fluttered open, her meditation interrupted by your outburst. She sighed heavily, looking down at you sprawled across her lap with a mixture of exasperation and amusement.

“Really?” she asked, arching an eyebrow. “A bug? You’re a seasoned adventurer, a warrior capable of slaying monsters, and yet you run to me because of an insect?”

You buried your face in her lap, refusing to look up. “You don’t understand, Shadowheart! It’s enormous! It has all these legs and its wings buzz, and—”

She rolled her eyes, gently pushing you off her lap as she stood up, dusting herself off.

“You’re such a coward,” she muttered, though there was a slight smile tugging at the corner of her lips. “Fine, I’ll handle it.”

You watched with wide eyes as she strode purposefully toward your tent, grabbing a nearby staff and muttering something under her breath about the indignities she endured.

“You’re lucky I love you,” she called back over her shoulder, and you couldn’t help but grin, feeling a surge of affection despite the fear still coursing through you.

You waited outside, listening intently. There was a moment of silence, then a sharp whack, followed by the unmistakable sound of Shadowheart cursing in a language you didn’t understand.

“There, that should deal with it,” you heard her say, her voice triumphant. But then, a moment later, there was a high-pitched shriek, and to your utter shock, Shadowheart came barreling out of the tent, her eyes wide with terror.

“Shadowheart?” you began, confused, but she didn’t stop. She sprinted past you at a speed you didn’t think was possible for a cleric, her hair whipping behind her, and then you saw it—the enormous insect, wings buzzing furiously, chasing her out of the tent.

“By the gods, it’s after me!” Shadowheart screamed, completely abandoning her usual poise and grace, her staff forgotten on the ground as she sprinted around the camp, trying desperately to shake the creature off. You couldn’t help it—you burst into laughter, doubling over, clutching your stomach as tears of mirth filled your eyes.

“You’re not helping!” Shadowheart snapped, but there was no real anger in her voice, only the panicked breathlessness of someone desperately trying to escape.

As if on cue, the insect suddenly veered away from Shadowheart, its buzzing wings shifting its trajectory toward you instead. Your laughter died in your throat, eyes widening as the bug flew straight at you, its many legs wriggling in a way that made your skin crawl.

“No, no, no, not me!” you yelped, stumbling backward, waving your arms frantically in an attempt to ward it off. But the insect was relentless, darting toward you with terrifying speed.

Shadowheart, now standing a safe distance away, had regained her composure, and to your horror, you saw her smirking.

“Who’s the coward now?” she called out, clearly taking great pleasure in your predicament.

“Shadowheart!” you yelled, dancing backward as the insect buzzed closer, trying to keep it at bay. “Are you going to help me or just stand there and laugh?”

“I don’t know,” she said, feigning thoughtfulness. “I think I quite like this role reversal.”

“Shadowheart!” you protested, but before you could say more, the bug swooped in closer, and you let out a panicked squeal, leaping back with all the grace of a startled cat.

“Alright, alright,” she said, finally taking pity on you. With a quick incantation, her hand glowed faintly, and a burst of radiant energy shot out, hitting the insect and sending it tumbling lifelessly to the ground.

You collapsed onto your knees, still breathing hard, adrenaline coursing through your veins. Shadowheart approached, her expression smug as she extended a hand to help you up.

“You’re welcome,” she said dryly, as if you hadn’t just witnessed her own escape attempt mere moments earlier. You took her hand, letting her pull you to your feet, and couldn’t help but grin.

“Next time,” you said, poking her in the ribs, “I’ll let the bug chase you first.”

She rolled her eyes but didn’t pull away, lacing her fingers with yours instead.

“If you’re expecting me to be your fearless protector from every insect in the wilds, you might be disappointed,” she murmured, her eyes sparkling.

“Maybe,” you teased, leaning in closer. “But I think I’ll keep you around anyway.”

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Jaheria:

You sprinted across the campsite, your heart pounding as the image of that massive, many-legged creature in your tent sent shivers down your spine. You couldn't even think straight, your mind full of its hideous twitching and the way its eyes had seemed to follow you. Without hesitation, you hurled yourself into Jaheira’s arms, practically tackling her as she stood by the campfire, calmly sharpening her blade.

“Jaheira!” you wailed, burying your face in her chest. “Please, you have to do something! There’s a giant bug in my tent, and it’s… it’s the most terrifying thing I’ve ever seen! Please, just get rid of it, I beg you!”

Jaheira let out a long, exasperated sigh, though you could see the faintest hint of amusement playing at the corners of her mouth.

“A bug? That’s what has you in such a state?” She shook her head, wrapping an arm around you despite your trembling. “You’ve faced monsters, fought against gods, and yet a little insect sends you running?”

“This isn’t just any insect,” you whimpered. “It’s enormous, Jaheira! It has… too many legs and wings that make this awful buzzing noise, and it just looked at me!” You shuddered dramatically, clutching her tighter. “Please, you have to do something!”

Jaheira rolled her eyes, muttering something about the fragility of adventurers before patting your back reassuringly.

“Alright, alright,” she said, her voice a soothing balm to your frayed nerves. “I’ll go speak with your fearsome creature.” She set you down gently and strode confidently toward the tent, muttering a nature-based spiel under her breath. “All creatures of this world are precious, beloved by nature, no matter how small or strange they may be. They have their place in this grand cycle of life.”

You watched with wide eyes as she approached your tent, pushing the flap aside. There was a moment of silence, then a faint rustling noise followed by what you swore was a low, indignant buzzing. Jaheira emerged a moment later, looking uncharacteristically upset, her lips pressed into a thin line.

You blinked in surprise.

“What… what happened?” you asked, hesitantly taking a step toward her.

“That,” Jaheira said, pointing back at the tent with her thumb, her expression turning almost pouty, “was the rudest insect I have ever come across.”

Her voice was tinged with disbelief as if she couldn’t quite fathom what had just transpired. You tried not to laugh but failed miserably, a giggle escaping you despite the tension in your body. “Rude? Really?”

“Yes,” Jaheira insisted, her eyes narrowing. “I approached it with all the grace and respect nature demands, and I cannot even repeat the words it spoke to me!” She huffed, crossing her arms, and you couldn’t help but find her indignation adorable.

“Well,” you said slowly, still trying to bite back your laughter, “do you think it was rude enough to, you know, justify killing it?”

Jaheira stared at you, then sighed deeply, as though she were admitting defeat to some great, cosmic force.

“Yes,” she grumbled. “Yes, it was rude enough.”

“Thank the gods,” you breathed, feeling a weight lift off your shoulders. “Please, just get rid of it.”

Jaheira squared her shoulders, determination flashing in her eyes as she headed back toward the tent.

“I will deal with this insolent insect once and for all,” she declared, brandishing her staff with newfound purpose.

You watched, holding your breath as she marched back inside, ready to rid your tent of its unwelcome guest. But barely a second passed before there was a furious buzzing noise, and Jaheira came hurtling back out, her eyes wide with shock, the insect hot on her heels, its wings flapping frantically.

“By the Oak Father!” she yelled, ducking and weaving as the insect buzzed around her head, clearly having taken offense to her presence. She stumbled backward, tripping over a loose root and nearly falling in her haste to escape, all the while swatting uselessly at the creature.

You couldn’t help it—you burst into uncontrollable laughter, clutching your stomach as you doubled over.

“Jaheira,” you managed to gasp out between fits of giggles, “it looks like it wasn’t finished being rude!”

Jaheira shot you a glare, but there was a twinkle in her eyes despite her frustration.

“I’m glad you find this so amusing,” she muttered, though you could see the faint smile tugging at her lips. “Next time, you can deal with it yourself.”

“Never,” you replied, still laughing, and you reached out to pull her into a hug, even as the insect finally buzzed off to some other part of the camp. “That’s why I have you, my brave and fearsome Harper.”

Jaheira snorted, but you could feel her relax against you, her arms wrapping around you in return.

“You’re hopeless,” she said, but her voice was warm, her annoyance already melting away. “Completely and utterly hopeless.”

“Maybe,” you agreed, still smiling, “but at least I have you to face the terrifying bugs.”

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[phoward89]

Based on this ask

You work as an aide in the Presidential Palace. It's not your cup of tea per say, but it's a job. A job with crappy pay, but a job nevertheless.

Your father was so proud of you for getting the job after your fall out with your ex. Yea, after you broke up with Odysseus Odair there was some tension at work, since you worked on the marketing team for his father's luxury cruise line company. So, you quit your job. You had to find a new one and a new place too, since your breakup had turned your life upside down.

Your father offered to let you move back home, but you wanted your independence; turned down his offer. He did help you find a new apartment and pay your deposit along with the first month's rent.

And after scouring the help wanted ads and job posting boards, you received a call for an interview for an office aide position in the Presidential Palace you applied for. You went to the interview and got hired right on the spot.

But, although you work in the Presidential Palace you've never come face to face with President Coriolanus Snow.

Or at least you haven't until the day you're running late.

The line in the coffee shop was ridiculously long. So long, that by the time you get your morning coffee you're a few minutes late for work. And, since you don't have a car, you have to run in heels to the Presidential Palace to prevent yourself from being too late.

As if 10 minutes late isn't bad enough.

But you're afraid of getting fired. You really need your job as an aide. Your savings account isn't very large, so if you lost your job you'd be screwed when it came to paying the rent.

So, you run a few blocks in your black kitten heels- paper coffee cup tightly held in your hand. You feel a sense of relief as you reach the large wrought iron gates and the hedges that surround the palace that you work in. Quickly, you rush thru the open gate and down the long pathway that leads to the large ornate entrance doors of the Presidential Palace.

The grip on your paper coffee cup is like a vice as you scurry inside of the palace. Your heels loudly click against the marble floor as you rush down the huge hallway, heading towards the fork in the road that’ll lead to your closet of an office that's right next to Chief of Staff Festus Creed’s office.

You're speed walking and just turned the corner to your office whenever you smack right into a towering solid wall of a man. You wobble slightly, nearly twisting your ankle due to your heels, and accidentally crush your paper coffee cup against whoever you ran into. The hot latte spilled onto your hand, your white blouse, and the jacket of whomever you accidentally bumped into.

“Watch where you're going, you clumsy, silly girl.” Berated a smooth, but low baritone.

You look up to apologize to the man you accidentally collided with, only to come face to face with the President of Panem himself.

President Coriolanus Snow.

And was he even more handsome in person then he was on tv, posters, and campaign ads. Platinum blonde hair, perfectly slicked back in a coif, striking icy blue eyes, clean cut angular jaw as sharp as a diamond, prominent nose, tall with broad shoulders and a thin waist; one that would be considered sluttty- President Snow was the whole package.

And as your bad luck would have it, you just collided with him and accidentally split your entire flimsy cup of morning coffee on him. Oh, how embarrassing.

To say you're flustered and embarrassed would be an understatement. You wish that the floor would open up and swallow you whole.

Feeling like you’re currently under a microscope, you ramble out an apology of, “I'm so sorry, Mister President. I was rushing and didn't see you.”

“Yes, well, you just ruined my sports coat by not paying attention. It's a Tigris design and now I'll be attending a very important luncheon looking like a fool because I can't wear it.” President Snow complained, his voice cold and insulting.

“I'm so sorry; I can always buy you a new one so you won't be embarrassed about having a stained jacket during your luncheon.” You offer, feeling horrible for ruining President Snow’s suit jacket.

“Very well, go buy me a new jacket.” President Snow tells you in an aggravated tone. “Tell Tigris at her boutique that you need a man’s medium sports coat in royal maroon.” He instructs you before walking past you with regal grace.

Great…

Now you have to go out and buy a jacket that'll most likely deplete your savings. All because you accidentally spilled your morning latte on the president; ruined his jacket.

You step into a posh boutique and immediately start to hear your checkbook crying. Oh boy, the atmosphere just reeked of high end couture; of things you'd never be able to buy. But here you are, in a place you can't afford to buy President Snow a replacement jacket.

A tall, slender woman with warm blue eyes and a few black streaks in her otherwise light blonde hair approaches you. Her plum painted lips smiled as she greeted you with, “Hi, are you looking for something in particular? I have a few pieces that would look fabulous with your complexion and hair color.”

“Oh, I'm not here for myself. I'm just here to buy a men's jacket.” You tell the woman, that you assume is Tigris from how her hair’s styled.

“Are you looking for something in particular for your partner?” The fashionista asked while leading you towards the men’s section of the store.

“A royal maroon sports coat in a medium.” You tell Tigris what President Snow told you to in order to get his replacement coat.

She nods as goes to a rack that's against the wall where a bunch of jackets are. You see her go to one of the lower racks where jackets are in various shades of red. Tigris skims thru the jackets, only to pull one out that's a perfect match for the one you accidently ruined.

And when Tigris tells you she'll ring up your purchase you know it's time to walk to the gallows; to accept the syphoning of your savings.

Although you work in the Presidential Palace as an aide you've never been in his office. Yes, you knew exactly where it was, but never had a reason to go into it. Your boss, Festus, was the Chief of Staff so he was the one that went into the office for things.

And you should be knocking on President Snow’s office door, considering you need to give him his new jacket, but you can't do that. You're still embarrassed by the incident this morning and, to be completely honest, the platinum haired president intimidated you with his stoic, cold demeanor. Thankfully, you're friends with President Snow's secretary, Leo Davis.

The man's nice and befriended you in the staff’s break room during lunch shortly after you started working for the Snow administration. He's a family man and gives out good advice.

“Leo, I need you to give this to President Snow.” You tell the lanky man, who's sitting behind a desk a few yards away from the large mahogany door of the president’s office, as you place the boutique bag on his desk.

Looking between you and the bag, Leo asks, “What is it?”

“It's a new maroon jacket for President Snow. I bought it to replace the one I accidentally ruined by spilling coffee on it.” You honestly tell Leo, who just nods.

“I’ll give it to him.” Leo assures you.

“Thanks.” You gratefully tell him before pivoting on your heel and going back to your own wing of the Presidential Palace to work in.

“Coriolanus, here's the replacement jacket that you made Y/N buy you.” Leo tells his boss, the President of Panem, as he walks into the office with the Tigris Boutique bag in his hand raised high up in the air for the most important politician in the country to see.

Coriolanus nods. Gesturing to a sitting chair in the corner, he says, “Please, put it over there.”

“Tigris is your cousin, you should've just called her for a new jacket instead of sending Y/N out to buy you one with her own money.” Leo tells his boss while going over to the corner chair and setting the bag down on it.

“She offered to buy me the jacket to make amends for foolishly colliding into me and ruining my sportscoat with spilt coffee.” The president defended himself against his secretary. Honestly, the cold blonde didn't see the problem in letting you buy him the jacket. You offered, after all.

“Y/N can't afford the fashions in your cousin's store. She's borderline broke despite being the daughter of Colonel Javani Halvir.”

“Colonel Javani Halvir's daughter works here? On my staff?”

“Yes.” Leo nods. “She's an aide for your friend and Chief of Staff, Festus Creed.”

“Send for Festus, I want to know everything about Miss Y/N.” Coriolanus orders Leo, causing the man to just nod and do as he's told.

President Coriolanus Snow found out very little about you from both Leo and Festus. Just surface level stuff, but nothing he truly wanted to know. The president want to know every single thing about you.

Apparently, hearing that you're the daughter of his late father's bestfriend (who had been deployed between a couple of district bases after the war) and stirred a lowkey obsession over you inside of Coriolanus soul. The cold hearted man never thought he'd meet anyone with a link to his past, a link to a time before the war. But then he met you in a whirlwind of colliding bodies and spilt coffee in a hallway.

Coriolanus, having a teeny tiny obsession with you, began to stalk you. He even felt bad about ordering you to buy him a new jacket since you truly couldn't afford it. Your purchase at Tigris' boutique had drained most of your savings.

Yes, he used his closeness with Livia Cardew to scour through bank records until he found your account.

But, although he felt bad about the jacket, the president wasn't going to reimburse you the money. He was too proud to do that. Coriolanus had an image to uphold and admitting he made a mistake in allowing you to spend your own money on that royal maroon sportscoat would destroy his image. President Snow's a cold, callous, and calculated man; nothing can change that.

He won't let it.

But, to make up for the whole jacket incident, Coriolanus does leave a large cup of coffee on your desk on morning. And under your cup’s a napkin with a tiny note scribbled on it in his flawless flourish.

Miss Y/N, please accept this coffee in replacement of the one our collision made you spill on me the other day. Please, come by my office at noon. We need to talk.

Coryo

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[longhardtransitionreturns]

I'm too weak to stand by the time my wife and our midwife decide it's time to transfer me to the hospital to give birth to our son. I'm splayed listlessly in the birthing pool, my red-rimmed eyes half slipped back in my head. The baby is lodged so tightly in my hips that any tiny movement sends sharp spikes of pain through my pelvis. Pushing is white hot fire and absolutely out of the question so I'm left skewered on the girth of my baby, too out of it from pain and exhaustion to have anymore input on what happens next.

When the paramedics arrive they do their best to hide their shock when they find a 350lb bull dyke with a buzz cut and biker tats inked across her swollen GG breasts grunting in a pool so small I'm touching all the sides.

They move away to confer, likely about moving someone my size, but I'm too out of it to be offended. My big, hairy pussy is bulged out so far it seems almost impossible there's no head showing. My wife Monica moves to my head and kisses my cheek. I can tell she's scared but trying to put on a brave face.

The paramedic who is clearly in charge, a tall, butch Black woman with short nails and even shorter hair, jumps into the pool and introduces herself as Jean before announcing her intention to check me. I'm briefly relieved another lesbian is going to be the stranger who is digging around in my pussy then I feel her fingers enter my overstuffed hole and I can't bite back a weak moan at the intrusion. She rubs my bulge gently near my clit and makes a shushing noise. My eyes roll back in my head involuntarily at the intimate touch. I'm hurting too bad for it to be pleasurable but it gives me a tiny ounce of relief nonetheless.

Monica is staring down at me with worry on her face when Jean announces to her team that the baby is stuck on my pubic bone and the first step to getting it unstuck is to get me standing. I barely have time to protest before the 3 muscled young men taking orders from Jean are helping lift my bulk from the tub.

Even with five people supporting my weight I am unable to keep myself from falling gracelessly into a wide squat as the weight of my huge child drops down even further. My bulging pussy hits the water as I feel the unmistakable sensation of urgently crowning what must be an absolutely huge head.

I'm screaming about the fire in my crotch as Jean takes one of my meaty thighs, the biggest paramedic takes the other, and the other two support my back as I am lifted, legs spread around my crown, onto the floor beside the birthing pool.

The best case scenario, Jean tells me over my screaming sobs, is that I push it out right here and she and her team give me and baby a ride to the hospital. It looks like that might work for a few pushes but I'm fading faster than before and don't have much to give in the way of help. She briefly considers forceps but would rather get me to the hospital if my baby is still in danger of breaking my pelvis when I push him out. She reaches inside my rubber band tight lips to feel where the head had previously been stuck on a bone and noticeably pales.

She doesn't say anything out loud to alarm me or my wife but she tells her team with harsh urgency that we are transferring to the hospital immediately. I'm being moved again, still with my legs spread wide by men on either thigh, on to a bariatric stretcher and rolled out of my living room before I can even think to protest being rolled out of my front door naked, my crowned, leaking pussy bared for for all our straight, conservative neighbors to see.

I hear Jean telling Monica and our midwife that they're going to have to meet us at the hospital. Between my size and the seriousness of my potential injuries, they need all the room they can get to keep me intact until I'm able to be rushed into emergency surgery.

I don't hear whether my wife argues or not because I'm being lifted up into the ambulance. The jostling sends a sharp, warning pain through my pubic bone and I scream for them to stop moving me. Jean yells almost at the same time, glaring at her subordinates. She orders them to freeze with my feet tilted up into the ambulance and then leans down to place her palm firmly against my crown.

The counter pressure immediately eases some of the burning sensation around my lips and the ominous aching in my pelvic bones. I lay my head back and groan at feeling, for the first time since I hit transition, some of the pain lessening rather than intensifying.

I focus on how good it feels to have Jean pushing back on some of the insane pressure in my cunny while they settle me into the ambulance. A strap is placed around my straining middle and the stretcher is locked into place. One of the nameless young men starts an IV as the sirens start blaring and I feel the ambulance start to move.

Jean, still holding my crown, tells me her colleague is giving me something for the pain and that a surgical team is being assembled right now to meet the ambulance and rush me into the operating room.

"Everything's going to be just fine, Libby. You and your baby are going to be just fine as long as you don't push. No matter how bad you need to bear down, you can't. You will break your pubic bone and probably your tail bone and you really don't want to do that."

I don't. I've already started to feel the effects of the drugs and I'm still in more pain than I've ever been in my life but there is a thin, hazy distance from it now. I feel the warmth of Jean's hand around my crown and I blink up at her with what I think might be close to a flirtatious smile.

"Just don't move your hand, baby," I mumble and she clearly understands because her cheeks redden and she cracks a wide, slightly embarrased smile.

"Alright, Sappho. Glad those drugs are starting to work."

I probably wasn't going to respond because I was seconds away from passing out when suddenly the ambulance is hitting something with extreme force and my gravid body is bouncing up into the air. I see, as if in slow motion, Jean's steadying hand get ripped away from my pussy.

I'm slammed back down on to the stretcher and, inevitably, my bones shatter. When they give way my baby is ejected out to his shoulders before anyone can stop him to try to spare me even greater injury.

I'm writhing and screaming incoherently as I feel Jean gingerly pull my son out the rest of the way. I can feel his heft shifting around pieces of bone in me as he slithers out and I am acutely aware how badly I wish I could lose consciousness.

I don't. When my son leaves my body to be handed off to one of the men and my clenching cavity clamps down on nothing, I am catapulted into another stratosphere of pain. I start hyperventilating and am barely able to understand Jean as she straddles the stretcher in between my legs and starts to touch my lips.

"Libby, hold on for me, honey. I'm gonna do something and it's gonna hurt like the dickens and then it's going to feel amazing. Just keep breathing for me, sweetheart."

Why I look down right at that moment I will never know but I watch her gloved, fisted hands plunge into my pussy and my asshole at the same time. I use my last remaining strength to wail in protest as it feels like a white hot iron is being rammed through my pelvis. Then she does what can only be described as a punch with the fist in my cunt and I almost throw up with how suddenly relieved I feel because of whatever Jean's hands are doing to hold my gravely injured body together.

Don't get me wrong. I'm still in agony. But between whatever Jean's fists just did and the drugs starting to kick in even more, I'm barely able to do anything other than lay there and whimper.

When we get to the hospital the medics have just taken me down from the ambulance when Monica runs up. She takes in Jean, straddling the stretcher in between my legs and then the position of her fists in both my holes. My face is a rictus of pain and shock and I'm horrified to discover I can't talk. I'm not even able to close my mouth when I feel drool slipping down my chin.

I look up at my wife, who's being handed our 15lb baby. She walks beside my stretcher as I'm rushed in to the trauma bay. I fight with all my will to be able to muster up the strength to say one more thing to the love of my life before the drugs pull me under completely. The fact that I'm about to almost die on the table three times because I'm silently hemorrhaging into my abdomen as we speak is the only thing that comes between me and divorce later so stupid were the words I chose to say.

"Jean's hands feel so good in my ass and my pussy. God, it feels so good."

[gothamgf]

meet cutes nyc — j.sc

tags sungchan x reader, meet cutes, fake dating, fluff

wc 2k

summary two strangers, a single question, a pile of lies and the (real) story of how you first met

author's note a birthday gift for my friend baixu <3 two other parts may or may not come... the story is based on the "meet cutes nyc" acc on tiktok lol it's so cute

"Excuse me, sorry, are you two a couple?", a male voice asked. 

Your steps momentum cut short by the stranger. Although the sight of his face was a total discovery, the sound of his voice happened to sound quite familiar in your ears. It has taken you a few seconds of looking around to unconcerned flashes of passing by New Yorkers, to realize you were the one that was meant to be interrogated.

You’ve been meaning to confirm your suspicions, asking an innocent « Me? », plucking your messed-out hair by the wind behind your ears. You were still walking, though, caught in the relentless flood of rushed Americans, when a tall silhouette swooped in from nowhere, protectively ghosting his hand over the small of your back.

« Yeah, man. » He quickly answered. His tone coming off thoroughly annoyed at the question. He immediately went into a defense mode, assuming that the man was one of the thousands of cat-callers that would ruin city girls’ days and nights. 

To both of your surprises, the man kept on following you, even after the tall stranger’s cold response. « Would you mind telling me the story of how you first met? », he followed up.

You slowed down, as did your makeshift guardian. Realizations slowly washed over you, security eased your heartbeats, but a rush of adrenaline started pumping in your veins. 

Your expression shifted to a beaming smile. You turned your face to the first look of who you slowly figured happened to be your new fake partner, catching the sight of the most adorable line of teeth you’ve ever seen. It only took a shared glance for mutual understanding to sync the two of your minds, telepathically agreeing to playing a role you were both lucky and silly enough to play, right there and then. 

« Oh, my bad man I thought you were bothering… my girl. » He apologized, attempting to dab him up in pure new yorker style, though the interviewer’s hands were fully occupied by his phone and microphone. A friendly pat on the man’s shoulder seemed to suffice as an apology, to which he replied « No worries. »

This whole awkward interaction has given you enough time to get into character, giggling your role in. You felt confident enough to answer the previous question. You figured you’d go the classic route, an authentic, basic story that the interviewer might not even select to post on his feed later. You felt confident enough to retell the quick tale you just mentally crafted, smiling proudly at the rush of inspiration that has miraculously come to you, when you’ve heard the sound of your voice being smashed by his. 

« So, we met at work. » You said. 

« We actually met at a wedding » He also said. 

You exchanged confused glances, him, through his dark brown framed glasses. You, with a twisted dimple framed smile. He embarrassingly chuckled at the slight grimace that bloomed on your face, allowing himself to fix his mistake of speaking over you, crossing his arms. 

« We technically met at work, but I fell for her at a wedding. » He calmly explained, as you deeply nodded in agreement and relief for the salvage of what you almost believed was the premature end of your cover.

Watching him unravel a huge pack of lies gave you time and space to take a mental step back, and feel. You felt oddly free, randomly speaking to two strangers at once, in a country you most likely won’t ever set a foot again in. The nature of this exchange was the strangest, scariest and most thrilling you’ve ever been in. So you’ve wondered, watching the two men talking over your head, what about this very conversation didn’t make you want to run away?

« Basically », he started, searching for his words in your anticipating gaze, only to feel furthermore destabilized. « We were both… interns at this law firm and I just thought she was, like, really really cute but I didn’t act on it, at first. » His words slowly but surely fell out of the lips you were growing quite attached to observing. 

« I had a huge, really secret crush on him, though » You added with inexplicable braveness. He looked just as taken aback by your statement as you were, in a way that made his teeth shine through yet again.

« I didn’t know that, love? » He chuckled, calling you that name in a way so natural that it may have triggered the first ounce of nervousness, since the beginning of this improvisation. 

« Um… » You started, knowing that you had to come up with something as quickly as possible before your flustered state and growing anxiety would take the better of you, making you run away from the spontaneous kind of moment you’ve knew rarely occurred in your train of life. « So a coworker of us invited us to his wedding, a destination wedding in… » 

« South of France. » He completed your sentence, naturally placing his hand on your shoulder. You shared a glance, yet again, both of you about to explode out of your smiles, and break from characters as you wondered if this detail was too much. 

« What changed at this wedding? » The interviewer you almost forgot the presence of, asked, ripping you out of one of the eye contacts that seemed to bring you closer and closer. 

« Everything. » He breathlessly answered, his mind going back to the lavender scented wedding that had never happened. « She… well she just had the kind of beauty that made me want to like, snatch the bride’s bouquet and marry her on the spot you know. » He softly spoke, his gaze still glued onto yours. 

« With her pink dress, » He added, scanning you up and down, smirking at your undeniably flushed state. « and flowers in her hair. »

The words effortlessly spilled out of his mouth, with the sole and accomplished goal of making you into a babbling, flustered mess. Where was his sense of team work, you wondered, as you decided to turn away from him, acting embarrassed from the fictional memory, when really, the chilly weather of early autumn started to have no effect on your heating body. 

« Don’t act shy, you knew you looked amazing. » He said, nudging your shoulder, leaning down to your search for your face, giggling at you, like he would to a baby. 

« It was just the first time you saw me out of my wrinkled shirts, that’s all. » You shrugged, as you helplessly tried to regain a sense of confidence in this conversation. He couldn’t stop laughing. And you were growing addicted to the sound of it. 

He then asked if he could continue the story, or if you wanted to finish it. You let him do it, only now realizing how impressive his story-telling has been so far. 

« So I kept admiring her during the week-end, but I was like, absolutely terrified to make a move. And the right time never really arrived, you know. » He kept on confidently lying, now moving around his free hand. « So we came back to the firm, and it took me a whole month to gather up my courage… to finally ask her out. »

« He left me notes. » You added, mentally apologizing as you noticed interview’s mouth opening a little too late. « He’d leave notes on my desk, for work stuff, or just to wish me a good day… until he once told me to go to the rooftop, and then he asked me out. » You teasingly glanced at him. « Get your facts right. »

He chuckled, yet again. His eyes glowed with mischief, when he added a new turn to the story that was being crafted before the interviewer’s, and perhaps the world’s eyes « Yeah, but you rejected me that time anyway. » 

You failed at hiding the surprised look on your face, though you were quick to react. « Well obviously, I didn’t want to lose my internship because of a guy? »

« And I didn’t want to lose you over an internship. » He stated, with a whole new gaze now, that was close to making your knees tremble. He was charming, you were now realizing. Way too charming. « Which is why I kept leaving her notes, bringing her her afternoon coffee whenever the office’s machine was down, or when it wasn’t. I was practically begging her to go out with me. » He stated, pulling you closer to him, proudly smiling at the interviewer, who now arbored a matching expression on his face. 

You scoffed at his imagination. « And I fell for it. » 

« For me, » He corrected you, bringing his attention back to you. « You fell for me. »

You would’ve thought of this line as one of the corniest you were even given to receive, but something about him made you relax into his touch, nodding at his words, losing yourself to him, really, and liking everything he’d say to you. 

« How long ago was it? » The entranced interviewer asked, completely falling for it all, just like you did. 

« Well, tomorrow is actually our anniversary, so 12 months ago. » You instinctively responded, the overwhelming amount of fun you had in lying plastered all over your face.

« I still have a hard time believing it has been this little time » He added, slightly leaning himself over the microphone, since the street grew louder from the incoming sirens. He turned back to you, waiting for the police car to rush down the entire street. As it’s alarm, died down, he took in your entire features, and in a soft voice that fell like a feather on your ear, clashing against the stumbling and rumbling of the concrete jungle, he said, « I feel like we’ve known each other since forever. »

« And after almost a year, what’s your favorite thing about each other? »

« Well… » You looked at him, and remembered, in a flash, that you actually didn’t know a thing about the man who had wrapped his arm around your shoulders. You couldn’t help but burst a little laugh, him joining you in the act. You hoped the camera captured it as a flustered moment between the two of you, instead of your characters completely breaking out of their shells. Your search for answers on the lines of his face ended up with the realization that this happened to be the easiest question to answer so far. 

« He is so funny, one of the funniest person I have ever met. And he is… full of surprises, so easy to get along with. » You truthfully answered. 

« So easy to… love » You ended up adding, his undeniable handsomeness catching you in a mirage that would make you say any fucking thing on camera. 

It was now his turn to be taken short by the natural flow of your words. His smile slowly faded into a more serious expression. An epiphany of the absurdness of this very minute crashed upon him, a storm of feelings rising out of the pile of lies he tried to bury himself into. 

« He’s very gentle, too. I always feel safe with him. » You concluded your statement, now staring at the interviewer’s face with a soft smile, patiently waiting for the same kind of vague compliments to be placed upon you. 

« As for me, the more time I spend with her, » His voice sounding clearer now that you weren’t looking at him. « the more I want to know her. Like fully know her, more than she knows herself. There isn’t a single thing about her that isn’t my favorite. » 

You turned to look back up at him, as he turn to look back in front of him. 

« But if I really really had to choose… it would be her dimples. » He giggled as he watched yours dig inside your cheeks.

« Finally, what are you most excited to do in the future together? » User @meetcutesnyc asked. 

You looked at each other, knowingly. 

« Learning about each other. » You both answered. 

« More. » He added. 

GOTHAMGF©

[eddies-whoreee]

Mary on a Cross

Summary: you’re the preacher’s daughter and Eddie is the devils advocate. What happens when your two paths cross.

CW: corruption kink, daddy kink, spankings, finger sucking, degradation.

The damp summer air, after a rain storm hit your face as you walked out of the Church, you had just got done helping your father set up for Wednesday practice and were heading home to study for your English Quiz the following day. But knowing your luck, you car wasn’t starting. You huff about to head back in the Church to retrieve your father so he could either help or give you a ride home. That’s when you two met. “Excuse me, I see you’re having trouble with your car, I can help” he spoke, words like electricity rushing through your body. “Yeah, um it was working fine earlier now it just won’t start” you speak soft and small. Immediately feeling as though his gaze is seeing straight through you, burning holes in your skin.

He gives you a soft smile, “okay just let me take a look under the hood” he says, you nod and walk to your car. You felt suddenly insecure and exposed in your thigh length plaid pink skirt, white t-shirt and white thigh high sock, pulled together with your light pink Mary Janes matching the color of your skirt perfectly. “Okay sweetheart just pop the hood for me and I’ll see if I can find the problem.” He tells you. You do what he says. After inspecting it and messing around with the car. “I think its your battery it’s dead, I don’t have my stuff with me, I can give you a ride if you’d like.” He speaks. “Oh, Um, my dad says I’m not supposed to get into a car with strangers” you peep. “Smart man. Okay how about we un-stranger ourselves, I’m Eddie Munson.” He tells you with a flirtatious smile. Blush scatters across your cheeks, “I’m Y/n Y/l/n. Preacher’s daughter” you reply.

That’s how you ended up here, 4 weeks later, bent over Eddie’s lap. Tears rolling down your face as he lands another harsh slap on your redden ass cheek. “No! I’m sorry, d-daddy! S-so sorry” you manage to speak through your broken sobs. “Sorry? Sorry, for what? Being a fucking brat? Sorry for being a worthless bitch? Huh?!” He asks roughly landing another smack on your ass. Making you yelp, “yes! S-sorry! C-Can’t take it” you cry squirming under him. “Stay still, this is what you wanted. I’ve told you over and over again-” he’s cut off by your whimpers. “Stop.” Smack. “Talking.” Smack. “Back.” Smack. “D-daddy! N-o-o p-please! C-can’t nonono” you can barely manage a full sentence. You mind all fuzzy, the pain making your cognitive senses hazy. “Two more baby two more and you’re all done m’kay?” He coos rubbing over your sore ass with his hand, providing what little comfort he can in this situation. “Y-yes d-daddy” you mutter. Once he gives you the last two, you let out a huge sigh of relief, knowing it was finally over.

As he picks you up to straddle him, you immediately cling onto him snuggling your head in the crook of his neck. Tears flowing heavy and hot. “D-daddy, hurts” you cry. “I know baby, its supposed to, how else will you learn your lesson” he tells you running his hand through your hair. You groan, “t-thank you daddy” you say giving his neck up until his jaw small wet kisses. “You’re welcome baby” he coos giving your forehead a kiss. “Fingers, suck please daddy” you ask looking up at him with your glossy doe eyes. He smiles smugly at you, “how would your dad like to know that his precious angel is begging to suck on my fingers” he asks condescendingly. You groan throwing your head back making Eddie chuckle. “Okay here baby” he says pushing two fingers into you mouth making you moan in satisfaction. You were his perfect corrupted angel.

[kltira]

Lmao was cutting up a pork roast for tamales before I then cut my finger. I practically bled everywhere before I bandaged it up. Then I almost legit passed out which hasn’t happened to me b4 w/ blood. Can I get Nagito hurt/comfort where I’m his gf/fiance & he comfort’s me after I cut my finger?

┊₊˚{☁️}  “Band-Aids” ₊˚꒦｡

꒦꒷︶꒷ ꔫ Requested by...꒱꒱ @oceanmoonlune ( #cutiekittysender : oceanmoonlune )

ꔫ Fandom꒱꒱ Danganronpa

ꔫ Genre ꒱꒱ Fluff {100% sfw}

ꔫ Type and pairing꒱꒱Oneshot ( Nagito x Reader )

ꔫ Pronouns꒱꒱ She/Her, fem reader

ꔫ Content Warning(s)꒱꒱Blood, pet names, nagito self degrading himself, danganronpa spoilers, swearing

ꔫ Summary꒱꒱ Making food is more difficult than it seems. Before Nagito got home from class, you were only attempting to prepare him some lunch, but it appears that your cutting abilities aren't as strong as you had assumed. You got reckless and cut your finger very badly. Fortunately, Nagito arrived home in time to rescue you from your injury.

ꔫ Author note(s)꒱꒱OUCH! I hope you're okay! <333 Yes, I would be honored to write this request, especially since I have a huge crush on Nagito hehe.

In your relationship, Nagito was adamant about spoiling you rotten; ‘you were his whole world and gave him so much hope it was the least he could do’ he would always say, like it was the simplest thing in the world and didn’t cause your heart beats to speed up and time freeze around you. Nagito wouldn’t let you lift a finger if he could help it, and thus he would often happily cook for you both. Nagito’s cooking was surprisingly delicious, even if he doubts that claim. Today you had an idea while Nagito was still in class: you wanted to return the favor and cook something for your loving boyfriend to eat when he returns. Here you are making a basic bento box, which you thought you could manage since it does not require much culinary expertise. You continued to tuck bits and pieces of the meal into the little box, humming a tune along the way. However, you wanted to add one more ingredient. Seeking a specific sharp object, you eyed the kitchen counter, and soon after, you found it, removing the knife from its holder. The knife glittered in the sunlight, showing off how sharp it was. You took the handle, gripping it firmly and eyeing the cucumber in its entire form. With a confident hand, you began slicing through the cucumber, the blade gliding through its skin. Lost in your thoughts, you failed to notice how your grip on the knife tightened with each cut, until, with a swift motion, the knife slipped, and you felt a sharp pain shoot through your finger, and before you could react, a trickle of blood ran down your hand, dripping to the floor.

Your movements halted abruptly, a jolt of fear coursing through you as you instinctively attempted to shield the injury with your other hand, a surge of panic gripping at your chest. The cut appeared more substantial than you initially thought, the sting of pain reverberating through your nerves, a reminder of your heightened sensitivity. "shit, shit, shit!!" you hissed through your teeth as you cupped your hand under the dripping blood, a sloppy attempt to not make a mess.

Luckily or unluckily you didn’t know, but you heard the creak of the door opening and your certain loveable white haired boyfriend walked in. You questioned the time as he appeared unexpectedly early, unless you simply lost track. You idly shake your head, clearing your thoughts. It wasn’t the time to worry about that, though, as you were still bleeding everywhere. You looked over to Nagito as he entered with a widened expression. Nagito dropped all his things and rushed to your side without a word. He looked with gentle eyes at your injury as he took your finger into his hand releasing a deep breath out in relief. "...I somehow feel my bad luck caused this, how could you ever forgive me my love?" Nagito frowned. You shook your head putting your uninjured hand to his soft cheek in a comforting manor "Koma, I just cut myself making you food. By no means is this anyway your fault by your mysterious luck cycle or whatever." Nagito pouted at this but knew better than to insist on his self deprecating behaviour. He seemed to have turned around back to his bag he dropped unzipping the front pocket and taking out bandaids he kept with him for such unfortunate accidents. "...You made made food for me?" Nagito questioned as he delicately wrapped the bandage around the small wound on your finger giving it a small kiss before looking back at you for a response. Your face heated up as you flexed your now bandaged finger "Y-yeah! It's...It's not much, but I wanted to do something for you!" Nagito's eyes glimmered while he looked into yours with nothing but love and admiration. "...I love you so much, my hope" he says cracking a smile; soon enough before you could mutter an 'i love you too' he was leaning in and kissing your soft lips his hands brushing a strand of your hair away from your face. He kissed you with pure bliss until you both ran out of breathe and needed to separate even if your whines suggested other needs. The white haired boy eyes darted behind you to the almost finished bento box that he now knows was for him, it made his heart flutter just thinking about how generous you were even if it was just a simple act. "Well, my hope, how about we finish making the bento box together?" he tilted his head and gave a blushed over smile before going over behind you and putting his hands around your waist holding you close to him.

[halsinsbiceps]

So apparently I don't have an account on AO3, which I thought I did.

Anyway, if anyone is interested in my F!Tav/Halsin slow-burner, please give this a read. Once I have an account up and running, I'll post to AO3.

Please be kind, as this is my first fanfiction since I was like 14 and my first piece of writing I've ever introduced to the Internet.

Fic below the cut.

A Great and Sudden Change

A Baldur's Gate 3 Fanfiction

Chapter 1

Enelya woke face-down in the sand.

Granules clung to her hands and cheek in wet clumps; water soaked her leather druid armor and chilled her skin. A dull ache throbbed behind her left eye. Thick, fishy air gusted her hair into her face, along with the acrid scent of smoke and charred flesh.

The moment she cracked her eyes open to the light, the throbbing exploded into a blinding headache. If she had not already been on the ground she would have been leveled by the pain.

So instead she lay with her cheek pressed into the muck, and willed herself to remember what had happened.

She had just left Baldur's Gate, well-rested and with a restocked pack, headed east along the River Chionthar on her way to the Emerald Grove to meet with the druids there. The birds had been singing happily and the sun was hot on her face when everything fell silent, and a shadow overtook her.

Then she was trapped in a box…or some sort of pod? Flashes of tentacles and flesh, wet and pliant, flooded her mind. A small worm, teeth bared as it neared her face, panic rising in her chest. Pain seared through her face before everything fell into darkness.

Next she saw a humanoid creature with yellow skin in shining armor, then a woman with black hair and large green eyes. In the next flash she saw demons, imps...and a mind flayer, its squid-like face vivid in her mind's eye, and its voice pushing into her mind as it commanded her to the helm of the Illithid ship. Finally, she remembered the ground rushing up to meet her as she plummeted from the sky.

Enelya promptly retched into the sand.

When her stomach finally stopped heaving, she pushed herself onto her knees and wiped gritty vomit from her chin and cheek. Keeping her eyes closed, she blindly reached into the satchel hanging at her side, feeling her way through the bag until her fingers wrapped around the cool neck of a glass bottle.

The healing potion worked quickly to wash away the bitter bile coating her tongue. The throbbing behind her eye all but disappeared, while her nausea and aches lifted almost immediately. She stoppered the bottle with a relieved sigh, then tentatively opened her eyes.

The first thing she noticed, aside from the quickly setting sun, was the smoking wreckage of the nautiloid. Black smoke plumed in ominous pillars into the orange and pink sky. Tentacles the size of trees lay limp all around her. Following their line of destruction through crushed rocks and snapped trees, she saw the collapsed body of the ship through the smoke.

Gods, it was huge.

Enelya stood shakily. The warmth of the sun was fading as it sunk behind the hills and cliffs that surrounded her. She needed to find shelter, and quickly.

She came upon the first body as she rounded a rocky outcropping. She felt bile rise in her throat as she took in the mangled flesh of the fisherman. One of the brain creatures from the ship lay still in a pool of blood next to it. As Enelya continued down the beach, more and more bodies cropped up, each flanked by still more brain creatures.

After the seventh body her stomach heaved again. She caught herself on a rock as she gagged, her palms snagging the rough surface.

"Are you alright?"

Enelya instinctively pulled her dagger from her belt and spun as her training overtook her sickness for the moment. Green eyes met hers. The woman from the ship stood before her, her hands raised in a sign of peace. "I'm sorry," she said. Her voice was soft, almost child-like. "I didn't mean to startle you."

Enelya shook her head. The fear waned into relief, though her heart still banged against her ribs. She sheathed her dagger. "It's alright," she replied with a sigh. "I'm rather jumpy, it seems."

The woman nodded. "As am I. Makes sense, I suppose." She hesitated, then asked, "Do you know where we are?"

"I don't."

The two regarded each other warily for a moment. The woman was well-armored, although Enelya did not recognize the markings adorning her breastplate. Her dark hair hung over one shoulder in a banded braid, exposing ears that were not quite as pointed as Enelya's own.

"I'm Shadowheart," the woman said suddenly. "And I wanted to thank you, for rescuing me up there. You had precious time to waste, but still stopped to help me. It says quite a lot about your character, especially with that gith pushing you along."

A shiver ran across Enelya's mind as her emotions were assaulted. Disgust and suspicion flowed through her, but not at the woman before her. The githyanki's face flashed before her eyes, a sneer twisting her scarred face. As quickly as the emotions came, they went, leaving Enelya feeling almost empty.

Shadowheart pressed a hand to her temple. "Damn," she said. "I forgot about that. Haven't seen anyone else around here. Have you?"

Enelya shook her head again, still reeling herself from the sudden onslaught of emotions that were not her own. "It's only you, me, and these poor souls, I fear."

Shadowheart eyed the darkening sky. "Well, either way, we should find shelter. Tomorrow we can look for a healer."

"'We'?"

Shadowheart gave her a small smile. "Our odds are better together, don't you think? Besides, I think I can trust you. Why save me just to slit my throat?"

Enelya relaxed slightly and returned the smile. "I appreciate that."

"Come on then. I saw a fortress or something this way. It's not much, but it'll keep the wind at bay."

Shadowheart led her down the beach, away from the bodies. The silence that fell over them wasn't quite comfortable, but they quickly fell into sync and began collecting bits of driftwood at Enelya's suggestion. Once they reached the ruins, they had enough between them to keep a small fire going through the night.

Once the fire was lit and roaring quietly between them, Enelya pressed her back against the cold stone wall of the ruins. A heavy door was set into the wall, but it was locked up right. Shadowheart lamented the loss of real shelter as she jiggled the knob.

"Just not in the cards for us," she sighed. She sank down on the other side of the door from Enelya, keeping a fair distance between them. They watched the fire in silence.

"Enelya."

Shadowheart turned her head. "Sorry?"

"I'm Enelya." She waved her hand. "I forgot to tell you earlier, when you introduced yourself."

"Ah." Shadowheart's gaze returned to the flames. Embers flew into the air with a crackle, and she followed them with her eyes. "I suppose I can forgive your lack of manners this time."

Enelya laughed quietly, a sound that surprised her. "Careful, you don't know me yet."

"True." Shadowheart shot her an amused look. "But I have a feeling we'll get along just fine."

Enelya sighed and rested her head against the wall. After another moment she looked over at Shadowheart. "Where are you from?"

She sensed the other woman's uneasiness in her hesitation. "Baldur's Gate," she said after a pause. "I was headed there when that thing took me."

Enelya waited for her to continue. When she didn't, Enelya said, "I'd just left Baldur's Gate myself. It was my first visit. Quite a town, isn't it?"

Shadowheart snickered and closed her eyes. "You could say that. Where were you going?"

"East, towards Elturel." Enelya shifted into a more comfortable position.

"You're a druid?"

"That's right. From the High Forest."

Shadowheart sighed. "I've heard stories about the druids. It always sounds so peaceful, living out amongst nature. Romantic, even."

Enelya didn't reply, and they sat in comfortable silence again for a time. Shadowheart's head lolled to the side, and she jerked awake with a mumbled apology.

"Get some rest," Enelya told her the third time she startled. "I'll take first watch."

While Shadowheart quietly dozed against the wall of the ruin, Enelya tried to quiet the worrying thoughts flitting through her mind. In the morning, they would find out where they were, and with any luck, a healer.

And this would all be over.

[deadlynavigation]

Hello May i have a m! Wednesday x reader, where he is giving his partner kisses on their face but his partner keeps laughs because his hair keeps tickling them.

Hellish Mornings

Fandom: The Addams Family

Pairing: Male!Wednesday Addams x Reader

Warnings: Slightly out-of-character Wednesday.

Author's Note: Wednesday and reader are aged up in this- same as previous fic. Can yall think of nicknames for Wednesday too? I have nothing.

Do not copy, plagiarize, or translate any of my works or their assets.

Wednesday has always been the early riser in the relationship. No matter what, he’s the one to be up early, running around the house before your alarm has even gone off.

And sometimes, it’s nice- he’s waiting for you almost every morning, leaning against the kitchen counter with coffee and a kiss ready. Or he’ll still be in bed, holding you close as he traces every inch of your skin with his eyes as he waits for your stunning eyes to flutter open.

But other times, it gets on your nerves. Like today.

It was going to be a rushed morning, and you knew that. You had to get to work early for a huge presentation, and Wednesday had an appointment accidentally scheduled an hour earlier. You were both dreading it, but at the same time, you knew Wednesays’ habit of rising early would make things a lot easier.

And it was, it definitely was. Just not in the way you had imagined it to be.

Your alarm goes off at an ungodly hour. The sharp ringing sends you into a murderous mindset, and as the day’s upcoming events come back to mind, you’re about ready to start a war. But you hold yourself back, instead choosing to roll over and shut the very, very annoying wake-up call off. And you would’ve popped out of bed, but two long arms stretch out and yank you right back into bed.

“Stay,” Wednesday murmurs into your hair once you’re back in his arms.

“Baby, are you feeling okay? Why aren’t you up?” You question, slightly shocked that your boyfriend isn’t fully awake.

“I’m perfectly fine. I just don’t want you going into today with that murderous glint in your eyes.”

A smile starts to grow on your face. “I thought you liked that look.”

“I do,” Wednesday groans. “I do. But to not have time to enjoy it thoroughly would be hell.”

“Then I’ll save it for tonight,” You whisper. He groans, this time louder, but moves on fairly quickly.

“I’ll live,” Wednesday whispers back, leaning in to plant a kiss on your lips. He kisses you once more, drawing it out before pulling back and moving up your face. He continues his attack, his hair slowly moving into your space and brushing against you. It’s cute- until it starts to tickle.

“Babe-” you laugh, cutting off your sentence. Wednesday immediately backs up, but before he can question what’s wrong, you run your fingers through his lengthy hair.

“Your hair,” you breathe. “It is way too long for it not to tickle while we’re making out.”

Wednesday sighs in relief. “I’ll get it cut soon. In the meantime,” he leans back in, covering you in kisses as his hair drapes over you once more.

And you can’t help it- you start to laugh, harder than before. He backs up once more, rolling his eyes in faked exasperation before fully rising from the bed.

“Well, since you can’t handle my hair, we’ll get up. Time to face this hellish day, my love.”

And as you both ready yourselves for the day, nothing else is said, but in the back of your minds:

It’s slightly less hellish with you.

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[bbyquokka]

Hi lovely :) I was wondering if you can write anything fluffy with Felix where he’s on a date with his shy gf thank you <3

first date

FLUFF BELOW CUT - MINORS, AGELESS AND DEFAULT BLOGS; DNI!

warnings: gn reader, established relationship, kissing, fluff & lots of it words: 0.9k ~ (924)

dont repost. dont translate. feedback and reblogs are highly advised and appreciated!

"you look so beautiful tonight yn.” felix gives you a soft and warm smile; a smile that sets your soul on fire and butterflies to flutter erratically in your stomach.

“thank you.” you say, feeling your cheeks flush a nice pink colour. he grins before picking some food up with his fork.

felix and you met via mutual friends, what is actually meant it that, is your friends set you both up on a blind date. sure, you was annoyed that your friends did something like this (as was felix) but the more time you spent with each other, the more you realised how compatible you both are.

similar interests, thought processes. similar habits and hobbies. it's like you've met another you, but in felix form. you're both going steady, deciding to take it slow and not rush. you both thought it was best to start of with a few dates first as well as the only psychical contact being hand holding and hugs.

you have yet to kiss one another.

some days you really, really want to kiss him. those days where he is being extra (extra adorable, hyperactive, sunshine vibes) you just wanna grab his freckled cheeks and smush your lips against his

felix feels the same. as someone who's love language is touch, it's becoming increasingly hard for him to not touch you, to keep his hands off you when all he really wants, is to hold you. to feel your soft skin under his fingertips. to feel your warmth and have you hair tickle his chin as you rest on his chest.

he wants to feel your soft lips against his. your fingers in his hair as he holds you so close in fear of you being a dream.

some days he feels like he is living the dream. you're so beautiful, so gentle, so ethereal, that felix is scared to wake up one day and it be a dream. but when he sees the usual “good morning, my sunshine 💛😚” text, he breathes a sigh of relief - because you are real!

tonight is your first date with felix. you stressed you didn't want anything too fancy but felix had other plans. he booked a table at a nice restaurant, a restaurant that serves the finest of foods for x amount of money. it's not expensive per say, but it's a little on the pricy side - but that doesn't bother felix in the slightest, because you're worth every penny.

he made sure to dress up. so far, you've only seen him in casual wear. hoodies, tees, jeans. this time, he opted in black jeans (because comfort) but with a dress shirt, rolled up to his elbows and vest waistcoat, paired with a black bowtie. his blond hair slicked back to keep out of his eyes and his face left make up free. (he knows how much you adore his freckles)

you too, also tried your best. dressing in your best clothing, spraying your most expensive cologne. you want your first date with felix to be one that you will never forget.

once done with the meal, felix walks you home. you make idle chit-chat, the conversations free flowing. you're both comfortable within each other that you don't have to worry about whether you're oversharing or being too much, felix adores you for that and that brings you a huge amount of comfort.

his hands soft against yours, thumb stroking your hand as you both walk to your home. he occasionally squeezes your hand, gently pulling you into his side and kissing your forehead gently, a sweet gesture that's enough to make you mentally scream and kick your feet.

“well, this is my stop.” you say as you stand on the doorstep, facing felix.

“i guess this is where we part ways. well, until tomorrow that is.” he laugh softly.

“but we will be on video call in less than thirty minutes, lix.” you giggle. “its like we can't be apart from one another.”

“well, that's true. i want to spend all my time with you, yn.” felix steps closer to you, his hand gently placed on your hip. you wrap your arms around his neck gently, fingers interlocking behind his head.

“i want to spend all my time with you to lix.” you whisper, slowly closing the gap between you both. “thank you for tonight. you didn't have to pay.”

“no, but i wanted to.” he mumbles, eyes fluttering shut as your lips brush against each other gently. your heart thumps erratically against your ribcage, threatening to burst out. your palms become clammy, the feeling of excitement bubbling in your stomach, but you have to play cool.

“let me pay you back”

“how?”

you gently press your lips against felix's. he hums softly, moving his lips against your slowly. it's a sweet, delicate and gently kiss. a kiss that's filled with love and pent up want and desire. you tangle your fingers in his hair as you share the sweet kiss under the clear night sky, felix pulling you flush against his body.

your mind slowly goes numb, heart beating scarily fast. either because you're excited that it's finally happened, or the fact your kissing felix but your ability to breath becomes little to none. soon, you have no choice but to pull away. a soft whine of disapproval emits from felix's lips, his finger hooking under your chin before leaning in once more.

“just a bit longer. i don't want this night to end, not yet anyways.”

note: thank you for the request anon. it got my own heart fluttering, ngl! don’t forget to leave feedback, reblog and tell me what you think here. i’d love to hear your thoughts ‹3

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[vivianleighwishesshewasme]

Arthur's Sacrifice

Part 3

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House arrest and ravioli 

“Come here love, meet the rest of the family huh.” Arthur held his arms open wide and waited for his daughter to embrace him. She politely walked over and hugged him back tightly. She missed family affection. There always had been someone to pinch her cheek, hug or kiss her in Italy. On the boat Luca couldn’t keep his hands or lips off of her, his mother was full of face touches and hugs for her.  The Shelby’s seemed to only ruffle the hair of kids or kiss spouses in semi private moments. 

Filomena was grateful to be near her father, it still seemed foreign to call him father, papa or da as he’d asked. He’d tried teaching her a few words in his language and she learned quickly earning favor among Polly and Thomas who would quiz her and teach her new words to impress him.

Linda was softening up to her as well. Filomeana took her fiance's advice and tried asking Linda about her faith. She was even learning how to cook the English way from her. As long as she listened and acted interested, they were good. 

She was even getting to play peek-a-boo with her brother Billy. He was a giggly little lad and loved to tumble and run. Ran right into trouble like her father seemed too. 

Things were looking up just in time for Tommy to call everyone to his house to live until a threat to the family was taken care of.

She hated not knowing what was going on. If they were in danger, how and why was she exempt? Why couldn’t she do something useful. She spent her days playing with the kids and trying to stay out of the way. 

She crept downstairs at midnight, unable to sleep and starving for real food. Her uncle Thomas had told her she was free to roam inside the house and could go into any room but his office. She didn’t care about what he was doing in his office.

She snaked her way into the kitchen and found everything she was looking for. Spreading out the flour she got to work. She was surprised at all the various cheeses, herbs and spices from her homeland. She got to kneading her pasta and cutting out her shapes to add the filling to her  ravioli. She had accidentally dropped the pot alerting whoever was in the kitchen. The loud clanging no doubt woke up more staff and family.  She blushed, embarrassed,  turning quickly and found two men staring at her. 

"Mi dispiace" I said in a rush then realizing I used Italian to apologize. I hadn’t meant to cause a scene let alone disturb anyone. I truthfully hadn't even heard them in the kitchen, how big was this house? 

“Va bene, principessa." The man had my attention. He’d told me it was okay. He definitely was Italian. Handsome with olive skin, dark hair and a mustache that was well groomed and a troublemaker's smirk. I sighed in relief. 

“Stai bene?”  The older gentleman came up to me, he was wiping blood off his arm with a kitchen rag. He looked much older like my grandfather back  home. My heart twisted, the man I thought had been my grandfather, I chide myself. He’d probably been preparing the stag the men had drunkenly drugged into the house tonight. 

“Yes, I’m alright.” I could feel the tears welling up. “You had no idea how nice it is to hear my own language’” I rambled on. They both smiled at me kindly. The older man took my pot and put it in the oven. I got the water going to a boil. We all chatted about Italy, London, America and so on. I hadn’t realized how well traveled they were. I was young but suddenly felt a bit left out. 

Of course the younger man, Antonio, had asked me if I was seeing anyone. I mention my finance Luciano, he was American. I told them about the wedding in New York. He kept tossing me odd glances. Apparently Antonio had lived in New York for many years. I asked if they knew each other by chance, he told me New York was huge and probably not. I caught him smiling at the other man though. Was I that naive or was he lying? I knew something was off. 

Once the freshly made sauce was plated we all dug in and talked. I kept trying to cover my mouth from laughing so hard.  My heart needed this so much. I couldn’t wait to tell Luca I’d made Italian friends.  At two a.m. I crawled into my guest bed grateful for the interaction. 

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[starstaiined]

trick or treat! mari yellowjackets pairing (jackiemari if you want specific but i don’t really mind) maybe? 👀

WRITER TRICK-OR-TREAT !!

DELETED SCENE // group interview, band au

It takes a few minutes for the room to settle back into anything resembling silence as Natalie struggles to keep the hula-hoop going. (She, so valiantly, refrains from flipping them off as they continue to giggle.) Mari can't help but eye the fishbowl of paper slips suspiciously. "Do I like, have to, or is passing an option?" The resulting jeers tell her all she needs to know; there's no getting out of this. With a sigh, she reaches forward and plucks the first white strip from the truth bowl.

WHO WAS YOUR BIGGEST HIGH SCHOOL CRUSH?

The blood rushes to her face. Oh, God. Talk about a shitty card to pull. "On second thought, I think I'm feeling a little more da-"

"Hey hey whoa whoa, you're got to answer the question, Flores!" Lottie darts forward to grab it from her hands, and Mari shifts to avoid her. Unfortunately, it's directly into Jackie, who plucks the paper from Mari's grasp.

"Who was your biggest high school crush? Oh, I know this one!" Jackie wiggles her eyebrows, lips curled into a mischievous grin as she feigns swooning and falls into Mari's lap. "Danny Mears! Oh, you were so down bad for him, MarMar. Which, just saying, you dodged a huge bullet. Heard he's like, dating his cousin or some shit."

"It's his second cousin. So it's like, technically legal." Mari manages to string together, in an attempt to soften the blow.

Tai snorts. "Wow, what a distinction. Still technically a total loser."

"Okay, he wasn't that bad—" Mari defends, but Jackie's laughter cuts her off.

"Oh God, remember his hair??"

Nat joins in from the sidelines, hula hoop clattering to the ground. "How could any of us forget??"

"Guys, give Mari a break!" Mari feels a modicum of relief as Lottie interjects, before breaking into a fanged smile. "She's never had the best taste. I mean remember—"

"He wasn't my crush." Mari blurts it out, before freezing.

"He wasn't?" Lottie echoes. She looks genuinely perplexed. The band as a whole does.

"Okay then, who was?"

"You can't say that and not elaborate."

Mari looks down, her face several shades of red. She mumbles her answer. "Jackie."

The hula hoop clatters to the ground as Nat gapes, Lottie and Tai mirroring the shell shocked expression. "You had a crush on me?" Jackie asks after a minute.

"I mean, yea, how could I not?" Mari laughs, awkward, as she rubs the back of her neck. "It was the first day of soccer try outs. You guys were helping Coach run everything and you partnered with me. You were like, like this superstar. And you told me I was really good. And after, my mom was running like really late. You could've left. I mean you must've had better things to do than sit with a stupid little freshman. But you sat down next to me and waited. I mean, you even gave me your fruit by the foot."

"They're your favorite." Jackie's expression softens, but stays unreadable.

Mari's shoulders lift into a shrug. "They weren't before that." The silence hangs for a few beats too long, feels a little too palpable, and Mari shoves the bowl at the Jackie. "Okay, I answered. Now pick up the pace. Nat's stuck losing a battle to an inanimate object until it circles back to her turn."

At the mention of Natalie's plight, Jackie's attention shifts. "Right, right. Besides, there's no use dwelling on things past."

Right. Things passed. Mari laughs, ignoring the ache in her chest as Jackie shoves her shoulder. So totally passed.

[nuggeett875]

Unbroken Promises-Derek Hale (p2)

4 years ago…

“Derek, I’m serious let go.” Delilah let out through laughter. “I don’t know Del, cause you don’t sound too serious.” The young teen responded as he continued to tickler her sides. “Don’t make me call Laura.” 

Derek gasped and playfully pushed her, “Wow, dirty move Miss. Davids.” The two fell back on his bed looking at eachother, huge smiles on both their faces. “What?” Delilah asked as she rolled on her side and started playing with Derek’s hair.

“Nothing, I’m just…happy.” His smile widened before they heard a knock at the door. “Little miss why are you still up?” Derek asked sitting up. In the doorway stood a 7 year-old Cora with a blanket in hand. 

“Der-bear I can’t sleep.” She said, melting Delilah’s heart. Delilah looked at Derek smiling to which he rolled his eyes and walked over to Cora scooping her up and walking her back to his bed. 

He sat down on the bed placing her in the middle and wrapping her in the blankets. “Sleep tight kiddo.” He kissed her forehead and layed next to her waiting until she fell asleep. Which happened to be not long after.

Delilah smiled at this and got up walking across the room to grab her bag. Reaching inside she pulled out her phone and took a quick photo of this moment before Derek’s mother, and at sometimes a mother figure to Delilah, Taliah walked in.

“Derek have you seen-” She looked to see her youngest sleeping on her son’s shoulder. “I see she found her way in here? When are you going to stop letting her sleep in here Derek? She has her own room for a reason.” Taliah asked with a smile walking over to pick up Cora.

“When i’m off to college, until then my little sister can crash in here.” He smiled up at his mom. “Alright then. Delilah honey are you staying over? You’re more than welcome to.” She asked the young girl.

“I actually have to head home, my mom is closing up the Diner late and needs me to finish some things around the house. Thank you though.” Taliah smiled and kissed Derek on the head before walking out with a sleeping Cora.

Derek sighed and stood up walking over to his girlfriend, “You want me to take you home?” He asked wrapping his arms around her. “Der I have my car here you’d have to walk back alone and I don’t want that. I’ll see you tomorrow, I love you.” 

She placed a kiss on his lips before pulling him into a hug, “I love you too.” He whispered in her ear before she left, making her way downstairs. 

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Once at home Delilah rushed upstairs to her room and threw open her dresser feeling around. After a few seconds of searching she pulled out the object that had her mind in a fog. Sitting on her bed she started at the positive test in her hands.

“What are we going to do?” She asked herself placing a hand on her stomach. When she first found out her heart stopped. She sobbed till her mother found her upstairs and instantly knew what had happened. Delilah started repeatedly apologizing to her mother but was cut off by Jane wrapping her arms around her daughter and shushing her cries. 

“It’s alright, I’m here for you and the baby. It’s okay Lilah we’ll figure it out.” The rest of the night was spent that way, Delilah crying into her mother’s shoulder while she whispered words of relief. 

Now after thinking and having time to herself she was happy, and even excited about what was to come. She was having a baby, a mix of her and Derek, and this was the part that made her most happy.

She now had to figure out a way to tell Derek but she knew she had to tell him soon, and had planned on doing it tomorrow after school. 

So the next day as she drove to school she rested her hand on her stomach and repeated what she would say to Derek over and over again. Finally parking she took a deep breath and looked up seeing said boyfriend waiting for her at the bench.

“Hey you.” She said walking over and sitting next to him. “Hello gorgeous.” He placed a kiss on her cheek and reached out for her hand. “So big game tonight, school rivals, how do you feel?” She asked rubbing her thumb over his hand. 

“Honestly, really good. The team has been practicing hard and I think we’re gonna blow them out of the water tonight.” Derek smiled already excited for the game. “Well win or loose, i’m with you. Besides I have some news that will hopefully make your night even better. But you can’t know until after the game.” 

Derek groaned and threw his head back. “Well that’s all I’m going to think about from now until then. Thanks babe.” Delilah laughed and kissed his cheek before standing up and pulling him with her. “Come one we have class, don’t want Finstock giving us a hard time.”

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Throughout the whole day Derek had been practically beggind Delilah to tell him the big news, but each time she would just smiles and say he had to wait for tonight. So here they were, Delilah cheering for Derek and his team mates in their game. 

76-74. Devonford was up and there was 50 seconds left in the game. The ball was Beacon’s posesion and was quickly moving down the court towards Derek, time seemed to stop as he took a dribble to collect himself then shot the ball up from the 3.

As the ball sunk in the basket Beacon’s crowd went crazy jumping and screaming, all while Delilah ran onto the court jumping into Derek’s arms who spun her around. “Congratulations Der, how’s it feel.” Laura asked as she walked up to the couple, “Feel’s amazing. Won the game, have my girlfriend with me, and now I get to hear some pretty big new-”

Yes there was big news, but not the one Derek or Delilah was expecting.

An officer walked up to Derek, Laura, and Delilah pulling them outside the gym to be alone, he had explained to them that there had been a fire at their house and that the only person to make it out was Peter, though he was severly injured. 

Derek and Laura fell to the ground, the older one screaming as her brother wrapped his arms around her pulling her to him tight, tears streaming down his face. Delilah quickly kneeled besideds him and wrapped her arms around his neck allowing him to cry into her shouler. 

It seemed as if they were there forever but eventually the police officer had taken them to the station. Delilah gave Derek one last hug before her mother came and picked her up, tears streaming down her face at the news of one of her best friends Taliah passing away in the fire. 

When they got home Delilah and her mother sat on the couch holding each other quietly wishing this was all a bad dream.

Delilah’s hand rested on her stomach at the thought of her baby never meeting their father’s family. Their father, Derek! She never got to tell Derek, of course now the thought of telling him would no longer be an incredible event, but he still needed to know. 

She would go visit him tomorrow and tell him the news, tell him and Laura they still had family. 

But that never happened, Delilah went to see Derek but was told that Laura had taken him from Beacon Hills to see some family friends. Delilah started crying, she grabbed her phone and called Derek.

After leaving the 17th message and 40th text she new that he was gone. She prayed that she would see him soon and that he would be there with her and with their baby, but for the next 4 years…she kept the same wish. 

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sorry this is long I know, ngl cried when I wrote about them finding out but it’s late so what can I say. hope you enjoy this story as this is only the begining, more chapters coming soon and will get into Season 2 of Teen Wolf. 

for now thank you for reading this book here’s a sneak peak of what’s to come. 

-nugg

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“Eli, Lia breakfast!” Delilah called to wherever her kids were. She was about to call again but felt a pair of arms wrap around her waist, “I think they were with Isaac last I checked, so we have some time.” Derek told her pressing a kiss to her shoulder then cheek. 

Delilah smiled and turned around kissing him deeply before pulling away at the sounder of laugher and slight screams. They looked and saw Eli and Taliah chasing Isaac around who would scoop up one of them and tickle them before doing the same with the other twin. He had truly taken a liking to being a big brother. “Alright you three time to eat.” Isaac picked up both the twins, Eli hanging upside down and laughing. 

He placed Taliah on a stool as Derek came over and grabbed Eli setting him right side up and doing the same. “Mama, can we have cake for lunch?” Eli asked to which she gave him the ‘mom’ look and shook her head, “No, my silly boy you can’t have cake for lunch.” 

Eli looked at Taliah and whispered something in her ear before sitting back in his seat. Taliah turned to Derek and climbed over having him pick her up, “Daddy, can we have cake for lunch, please?” She asked drawing out the please. 

Delilah looked at Derek as if to say ‘don’t give in’ but he looked at his daughter who had a complete hold over him since the moment he saw her. “How about, after dinner you two can share a slice of cake? Does that work.” 

The twins looked at each other and nodded before Taliah placed a kiss on Derek’s cheek and moved back to sit in her seat. Delilah looked at Derek and handed him a plate before whispering in his ear, “Weak.” She smirked at him and he laughed playfully pushing her away. 

“Does that mean I get cake too?” Isaac asked raising his hand before stealing Eli’s strawberry. Delilah laughed, “Yes Izzy you get cake too. And stop stealing your brother’s food, there’s a plate right infront of you.” Isaac laughed and sarcastically said back, “Yes mom.” 

Derek nodded his head, “Exactly, Isaac, where do you get this from?” He asked before walking behind Delilah and stealing a grape. 

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[whyiseverynametakenpls]

Can i ask an Enna with s/o whos absolutely head over heels for her and just a huge simp and ennas very aware and pokes fun and her for it?

I'm not really sure how to do this, but I tried my best 👊😔

(I'm so sorry for taking so long I had a lot of things to do 🥹)

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Tease

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Genre : fluff

Tw : none

Pairing : Enna Alouette x reader

Characters : you and enna

Story : Stop teasing me!

Info : your girlfriend is Enna

"Enna?" you enter the room to the sound of your girlfriend typing away. "Enna?" you call her once more, but she remains immersed, not hearing you. You sigh and shake your head, a hand covering your face. Suddenly, a loud bang echoes in the room, and your eyes widen in shock. "Enna, are you alright?" you ask aloud, feeling worried.

"Huh? (Name)?" she responds, looking towards the entrance of the room. You approach her quickly. "I heard a loud bang," you say, more as a question than a statement. Enna smiles sheepishly, avoiding eye contact. "I... I got mad at a game, haha," she laughs nervously.

You sighed once more and looked at her. “Enna, you can't be doing things like that, it scares me everytime…” You mumble, your hand combing through your hair, an unsatisfied expression on your face.

Enna chuckles, leaving you puzzled. "What?" you ask, a hint of apprehension in your tone. "You love me so much, don't you?" Enna smiles innocently, hands still hidden behind her back. Your eyes widen at her words, taken aback by her confidence. "Wha—" you begin, cutting yourself off, hand covering your face to hide your blushing cheeks.

"You do! Of course, you do!" she persists, amusement evident in her expression as she enjoys your reaction. "You—I—stop!" your voice emerges muffled, both hands now covering your face in embarrassment. "Come on! You know you love me!" she continues, smiling even wider, the smugness practically radiating from her.

"Ennaaa," you whine, feeling thoroughly embarrassed by all the teasing. Enna, who was standing in front of you, suddenly moves behind you and wraps you in a hug from behind. "Yes, darling?" she says teasingly, her voice laced with amusement. "Darling?! You—" you start to protest but cut yourself off, feeling even more embarrassed by the affectionate nickname she's bestowed upon you.

Laughter erupted from behind you, and your ears felt as hot as a tomato as you listened to her amusement. Despite the embarrassment, her laughter had a calming effect on you. "I... I love—" you begin to say, but embarrassment quickly floods in, causing you to stop short. "You what?" Enna teases further, noticing the redness of your ears.

"Your neck's all red, darling," she remarks, her cold hand gliding over your warm neck, sending a shiver down your spine. You turn towards her and muster up the courage to speak. "I love you!" you manage to say, your face burning even brighter as you feel the blood rush to your cheeks. You close your eyes, trying to shield yourself from any further embarrassment.

Both of you stood there in silence, tension in the air, before Enna finally broke it. "Say that again," she insisted, needing confirmation of what you had said. "I—No!" you protest, still keeping your eyes closed tightly shut. "Say it again! I couldn't hear you!" she whines, eager to hear the words from you once more.

You turn your back towards her, grateful for the momentary relief from your embarrassment. "I love you too..." you mumble, barely audible. You could sense Enna beaming from behind you, her smile radiating so brightly you could almost see it.

"Darling!" she exclaims joyfully, her arms enveloping you in a tight hug before you could even attempt to escape.

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<- MASTERLIST

-> sorry this isn't short I'm not used to writing long fluff fics 👊😔

-> edit : I CANT FIND GOOD ENNA GIFS 😔👎

[wclfwiife]

Rehab sucks - pt 1

“Up and at ‘em, girl.” the voice, much too loud for this ungodly hour, rang out through the dark hospital like room. It cut through the white noise from the walls like a knife slicing through her skull as she slowly tripped back into consciousness. 

“Ugh,” she groaned, her hands shooting up to cover her eyes as the staff member pulled her curtains open. “Leave it.” Ash hissed, the photosensitivity part of her detox kicked in hard and already having not been a huge fan of immediately being sucker punched by the sun anyway, the head-achey woman was irked by this to say the least. “I prefer the dark.” 

The staff member denied her request for darkness, walking towards her with a tray holding the familiar little plastic cup of pills sat beside a plate of plain toast, dry scrambled eggs, and 2 bigger plastic cups, one half filled with apple juice and one with water. She’d have rolled her eyes if her head didn’t hurt so much. It seemed counterintuitive really, giving the drug addict more drugs to detox off the original drugs. Only in America, probably. Seemed like a very America thing to instill. They claim its for comfort during the detoxification process but to her, it seemed like just another insurance scam because they sure as fuck weren’t helping her feel better the past few days. The nausea wasn’t better, the headaches weren’t duller, her fluctuating temperature and chills did not get less painful so in her humble opinion, the doctors here long with their oh-so-caring staff could take these pills and suppository them right up their--- 

“Morning medicine time, c’mon. I cant leave till you shove these down your throat or I do.” His voice once again sliced into he skull right through her last thought, resulting in an extremely pointed glare from the young woman. “Be my guest. Your throat seems to need them more than mine does.” She shot back, well aware that his threat was aimed at her but it wasn’t in her to let anyone who thought hair gel was meant to be seen as a top layer boss her around. 

He shoved the pills closer to her rather violently, as if to strengthen the threat. “You wanna go to jail? We all know you’re in here to keep outta the big house, girl, so do yourself the favor and just take the damn meds.” 

“If I want to detox dry, I can.” She pushed the cup back in his direction before crossing her arms. “They said I gotta detox, they didn’t say I have to take any of your bullshit. Or your pills.” 

The man she came to know as Ted, although endearingly preferred to call him dick head (it did rhyme after all, just a moniker to help remember his name, really), was clearly getting impatient at this point. He pulled a syringe from his pocket and grabbed her arm roughly. “Hey!” she yelled, yanking her arm as hard as she could to release his grasp but he only tightened it. “Let go of me! What the fuck!? Let me go, you big fucking oaf, get the fuck off o’ me!” She kept writhing and tugging her limb in hopes to get free but the more she struggled the harder he gripped around her upper arm. He said something about making him strap her down and something else about it hurting more if she struggled but he didn’t say what was inside the syringe in his opposite hand. She kept making a scene hoping to catch the attention of someone outside the door and to her relief, the doorknob lowered and another staff member, Pete, rushed in. “Oh my God, please, help me, he’s fuckin’ crazy, please, get this asshole off me, he’s n---” The relief however, was short lived when Pete asked what was happening and instead of helping Ash, he too came to hold her down. “What the fuck are you doing?” She screamed at Pete, now strapping her other arm down at her bedside and moving to strap her legs down. Ash wasn’t a weak girl by any means, but these two grown men tag teaming her while she was in a weakened state was clearly an unfair fight. 

“What are you waiting for?” Pete spat to Ted in a hushed, urgent sounding tone.  Ted grimaced as he strapped her left arm down, tighter than the other restraints were drawn, and pointed to her pill cup with the needle. “She wouldn’t take her damn meds. She’s supposed to take the meds first.” “Well make her take them then. What, ya got a crush on this one? Going soft on us?” Ted snorted, pulling the strap harder, tightening the already too tight restraint on her left wrist and she winced as her skin pinched as it twisted and her bones felt like they were in a vice.

“I’m not gettin’ into shit from Doctor Douchebag because the ratios are wrong and the whole thing gets fucked. The meds are supposed to be first.” He stressed again, pointing to the untaken pills on the tray once more. “Jesus Christ,” Pete shook his head, frustrated and moved back up towards her face and picked up the small cup with almost too much of that frustration as they almost flew out of it and onto the bed and floor.  “Nice job, dumbass.”  “Shut the fuck up!” Pete, who usually had a calmer demeanor than Ted, which she now realized was obviously an act or he truly had the shortest fuse known to man, repositioned himself so he could grab her jaw and keep it in place as she turned her head violently away from him until he grabbed a fistful of her hair at the base of her neck and wrenched backwards. She hissed at the pain, trying to keep her mouth shut as the plastic cup was being shoved at her lips. Pete kept pushing the cup at her mouth, muttering angry words until Ted grabbed her face, pushing his thumb and index fingers into opposite cheeks, prying her teeth open from the outside like trying to give an animal a pill who wouldn’t unclench its jaw. He finally got her mouth open just enough for Pete to throw the pills in. 

Three differently shaped pills of varying sizes spilled across her tongue, playing a disgusting tasting game of tag as she tried to spit them out or at least hide them in her cheeks or under her tongue until Pete, the stupid jerk, also poured the water into her mouth, giving her no choice but to swallow or essentially choke to death on both as her head was still pulled backwards leaving the pills and liquid nowhere to go but down. She coughed violently as it all made its way roughly down her throat, it felt like all three pills rolled oddly down her trachea threatening to get stuck at the odd angle she was being held in. When Pete finally let go, she threw herself forward, still strapped to her bed, gasping for breath and choking on the awkward liquid, air, and pills. She wanted so badly to throw up or rub her throat at least, or even just her scalp where his fingers clutched her hair so tightly she was sure he took a few strands with him. 

“You’re both sick bastards,” she muttered through heavy breaths, still fighting against the restraints as best she could but her headache had easily turned into a full blown migraine at this point and the movement was agonizing. Ted took this moment to stab her bicep with the mystery needle and almost immediately the room was no longer still and the two men, who she could realistically presume were not swaying at the foot of her bed, were definitely swaying as he head and eyelids became heavier and heavier until the moving wavy room just turned black. The two staff members waited until they were sure she was out, although didn’t bother undoing her restraints as Ted shoved the used syringe back into his pocket and the men took their leave, quietly bickering on their way out.

@staysaliive​

[asgardianangel]

Just my lawyer one-shot

Saul Goodman/Jimmy Mcgill x Mother! Reader

Summary: After defending herself violent domestic dispute and an attempted murder charge pinned against her. The reader seeks help from the one and only Saul Goodman.

Warnings: 18+ smut, oral (fem receiving) body worship, violence, stabbing, domestic abuse, an ex named Todd, abused mother reader, protective! Saul/Jimmy, age gap, bad language, kinda obsessive! Saul/Jimmy, low key manipulation, my lack of knowledge of the justice system :/

Saul Goodman fic- Just my lawyer 

Distorted  

Everything around you became a huge blur looking down at your hand noticing the bloody knife. It was like the world had stopped briefly as you stared at your ex-Todd withering in pain on the floor of your kitchen. 

 “You fucking bitch!” He screeched applying pressure on the wound. The trembling of your hands caused the knife to fall next to you with a loud clink. 

As you tried to figure out what was going on the cries of your son Leo alarmed you. Motherly instincts kicked in you rushed into the hallway seeing him sitting on the floor flapping his little hands you picked him up holding against your chest. 

Reflections of red and blue hit the glass of the front door you shushed Leo before looking at Todd lying unconscious or you hoped he was in kitchen. 

“I didn’t mean to do it” You repeated to yourself in a whimper 

- 

Police surrounded you at the station as shudders of the most uncomfortable feeling hit your body. Eyes were everywhere. You missed Leo child services quickly got hold of him after the incident. 

 Guiltiness itched at you for stabbing him even though in the back of your mind he deserved it. The years of abuse both physically and mentally he dragged you through made your action seem justiciable at least you thought so. You weren’t going to let Todd take your baby away. You didn’t want him to grow up with a woman beater. A jealous raging man. But to the officers staring into your soul Todd wasn’t the monster. He was one of them after all. An honoured man on the force. You show them countless bruises that marked your body but they never believed. Todd made you out as a delusional wife 

 A man that can get away with anything. 

You kept your silence as they tried dig into you deep it was no use answering their questions and sharing the trauma of the man seen as a ‘hero’ to them. After some time, they allowed to have one phone call.  

You thought hard on who to call you didn’t necessarily have any family not in Alburquerque that is. Todd broke many friendships you have made in the past leaving you lonely.  

Then you thought back to late night television. That you consumed while trying get a restless Leo asleep remembering that overplayed advert. His voice echoed in your head 

Better call Saul! 

- 

Hours passed in the station you reminded quiet as they tried their best to interrogate you. Your mind kept drifting off to your precious baby boy who probably wondering where his mother was.  

“When can I see my son?” You piped up ignoring their stupid questions. 

The two detectives just laughed “You think you deserve to see him y/n? 

“Yes, I’m his mother and I deserve to see him” Your voice raised a bit expressing your annoyance and stress. They laughed to each other once more thinking a mother's distress over her baby funny.  

Stupid fucks you thought 

Running your hand through your hair you were about to scream at them. But were cut off by the door opening. 

“You better not be questioning my client without the presence of her lawyer detectives” Hearing a familiar voice. 

Saul Goodman entered the room suitcase in hand and a yellow travel mug in the other. He clicked off his ear piece and eyed the detectives “Now you better leave this poor woman and let me talk to her” They laughed at him too but Saul pointed his finger to the door 

 “Go on skedaddle". He was definitely what you expected.  

The atmosphere toned down when they left the room making you sigh in relief looking at Saul as he sat down. He grabbed a file from his suitcase clicking his pen.  

“Now where do we begin?” 

You told Mr Goodman or Saul he asked to be called everything. Details sliced open the scars old and new of the trauma that was buried within you. From the constant degradation from Todd to the injuries he inflicted on you. 

 It brought you to tears. 

- 

Days passed by the trial of the attempted murder charge that was placed against you drew closer. Saul visited you every day cracking jokes just to make you smile and forget for a bit. Like ‘Orange is definitely not your colour sweetheart’ After that you were thinking about your baby it kept you up at night in the grey cell walls. 

It was the day of the trial and you were shaking like a leaf you never been to court before as Saul held your hand for comfort you now considered him a friend. Looking presentable receiving some nice compliments from him and feeling the faint blush upon your cheeks. You were ready to fight for Leo. 

Saul straightens his orange tie before taking a seat in front of the jury. He notices the distraught look on your face and faces your eyeline to see your ex-Todd stumble in with a cane hissing at his at his injury. Saul turns back to you “I thought he wasn’t going to attend” you whisper “Look at me” he cups your face making you stare into his blue eyes “You're going to be fine sweetheart trust me he’s only here to scare you so take no notice and let me do the talking” He smiles. 

For the rest of trial, you listened to Saul give his heart out to you he told the court everything showing photography evidences of the bruises and scars of self-defence imprinted on your delicate body. He represented your entire being as he gradually took down Todd’s Defence team and humoured the court with their stupidity, he reminded you of a cartoon character in some instances and he expressed your story with all sorts of movements. 

After countless hours the jury came back with the verdict your eyes gleamed with hope as she took off her reading glasses and look at you before looking at Todd himself. She read out your full name and charges.  

“Not guilty” The mallet banged as you gasped in relief you couldn’t believe it. You never thought they believe you over a ‘honoured hero’ 

You hugged Saul who was quick to wrap his arms around you stroking your hair “Thank you” you whispered taking in his weird smelling cologne. 

“No need I would do anything for you y/n” He smiled tucking a loose strand behind your hair. 

“You fucking bitch are you fucking him?!” Todd aggressively accused pointing at Saul who was quick to push you behind himself. Saul got close to his face “you better leave her and her baby the fuck alone Mr Price trust me I know some things about you that have been buried deep” Saul threatened poking him in the chest before security got between them. 

 Everyone saw Todd’s true colours in the court 

  Saul took a hold of your hand and you both walked out of court. 

“Wow. No one has ever stood up for me like that before thank you” Saul smiled sweetly. 

“You never deserved to be treated like that” 

- 

Sitting in Saul’s office as his friendly assistant Francisca poured you a coffee you sighed thankfully that awful situation was over now with Saul helping you set up a restraining order and full custody grant of Leo. As well as bringing countless domestic abuse charges against Todd 

You were finally free 

As you chit chatted with Francisca there was a familiar cooing you look behind to see Saul with your precious Leo giggling at the funny faces he was pulling. “Oh, my baby!” You exclaimed  

Leo’s eyes brightened up showing his gummy little smile as he looked at you. Saul passed him over to you and you pressed a kiss to his chubby little cheeks. Tears fall down. “Mama’s here I'm never letting you go” You promised. Saul looked at the two of you in an unexplained trance “Are you okay?” You asked  

“Oh, yeah” Saul said holding Leo’s hand gently. “He looks just like you” You wiped away your tears before smiling and agreeing “Yeah, he does” 

- 

You started getting used to your new life with Leo in the last month or so but still on edge. Todd himself or his disgruntled friends might come after you. Saul reassured you daily that nothing bad was going happen  

‘Stop looking over your shoulder and enjoy life nobody is going to hurt you’ he would say. Allowing his kind right-hand man Huell accompany you on shopping trips and such to keep you calm 

You noticed something strange about his behaviour towards you he would bring gifts flowers, baby toys anything you could think of and spent time with Leo in the new apartment he helped you rent. You understood that he wanted to take care of the both of you. 

One night you decided to do some self-care while Leo was asleep in his crib Saul helped you assemble. The baby monitor was in the bathroom as you relaxed in the bath surrounded by bubbles and candles reading a romance novel that was suggested by a certain someone.  

Your relaxation period was cut short by Leo’s cries he must be hungry you thought stepping out the tub and wrapping a towel around yourself only to hear familiar shushing emitting from the monitor. 

“It’s okay buddy” The voice was Sauls it made you confuse. You tip toed down the hallway to Leo’s nursery. Looking through the crack of the door you saw him cradling Leo in his arms. Wrapping his blanket around his little body. You opened the door fully and stepped “Oh hey look here’s mama now” Saul turned around looking at you with a smile. 

"How did you get in?” You were quick to question. 

“Oh, I had my own key cut the day you moved here” He grabbed it from the pocket of his work pants showing it you before shushing Leo again. 

You felt slightly creeped out he never told you he could easily enter your home. Saul was a friend and the man that saved you from spending a long prison sentence and leaving your Leo motherless. But you couldn’t help but feel uncomfortable  

“There we go he’s asleep” He whispered with a smile gently placing him back in the crib. 

You both walked out the nursery and into the kitchen you shift nervously as Saul stood there with his hands in his pockets “I thought we could watch a movie together there’s a classic on tonight” he said with a sense of excitement  

“Oh, almost forgot I also brought some wine you would enjoy tastes amazing” Showing you the label. He notices the confused expression on your face. 

“What’s the matter y/n?” He asks placing a hand on your towel covered shoulder. 

“You could have just called instead of walking in and scaring me Sa-” 

“Who did you think I was sweetheart? Him?” He asked softly. 

You hold the towel tight and nodded. 

Saul pulled you to his chest in an instance stroking your hair. “You will never see him again trust me” You sniffed relaxing in his embrace 

“Thanks for everything Saul” 

“Jimmy” You were confused gazing up at him  

“My real name is Jimmy” he said with a sigh. 

Staring into each other's eyes you felt the towel slip a bit from your body “Oh I should probably get dre-” 

Jimmy’s draws his face close and presses a sweet unexpected kiss to your lips. Lost in the feeling you pulled back with wide eyes “I didn’t expect that”  

A smile curves as he strokes your cheek “I’ve been wanting to do that as soon as I saw you in that dull interrogation room with those asshole detectives” He confesses. 

“You looked so timid and lost. I knew from then on, I needed to protect you and Leo” Jimmy continued  

There was a moment of silence between you since you were unsure what to say. Saul well Jimmy is like a friend to you someone that could crack a joke anytime you were down and guide you through anything for not just your freedom your baby's as well. 

Do you see him as anything more? A lover? A partner? 

He is much older than you almost old enough to be your father but handsome for his age and intelligent. But you felt that there was no room for romance just yet especially healing from the wounds Todd cause and you liked Jimmy as a friend. 

Jimmy’s eyes gleamed with hope that you could reciprocate those feelings for him too “I’m sorry Jimmy I can’t. You are my friend and I want it to stay that way” You explained stepping back out of his embrace. 

“I’m just a lawyer to you” Jimmy said in a slight disgruntled manner looking away from you 

You apologised again stepping out the kitchen to get dressed pulling on a simple oversized t shirt and joggers you found Jimmy who had already poured himself of the wine he brought on couch.  

“You have no idea of anything I have done for you y/n” he says sipping from his glass you sat next to him 

“I appreciate it all I just can't bring myself to commit to another relationship with everything he did to me. You must understand” You explain holding his hand. 

Jimmy placed down his glass and looked at you pleading to him before rolling your sleeve of your t shirt where Todd’s fingerprints pressed into your skin causing bruising “What are you doing?” You asked quiet Jimmy responded with a shush before kissing the marking a gasp left your mouth. 

He then got on his knees in front of you and rolled up the hem of your shirt he looked discomforted observing all sorts of abuse that carved into your soft skin “Jimmy” You were about to stop whatever he was going do. But he shushed you once more and proceeded to kiss each bruise scar imprint of years of cruelty “No man should never do this to woman especially one so caring and beautiful as you” he pressed his lips to the bruise on your collarbone and gazing at you “I would never do this to you sweetheart. Your delicate body will only receive affection and pleasure” 

His words were captivating as he kissed your lips again running both hands gently down the hem of your joggers, “Can I sweetheart?” The sweet taste of the wine from his kiss made you confident. 

 You gave him permission. 

Jimmy peeled down your joggers with gentle kissing of your bare thighs and legs. Leaving you in your laced panties and soon after he peeled them off too leaving your lower half completely bare. 

 “Please” You begged you widened your thighs Jimmy gazed up at you lust clouded his blue eyes he held them in place. You gasp as his tongue came in contact with your most intimate area. Jimmy let out a groan and continue to eat you out swiping his experienced tongue from your trembling hole up to sensitive clit that peaked out. The living room was filled with your desperate moans on top of the older man’s slurping. As he pushed his entire tongue inside you. As well as sliding his long finger in a rhythm with his tongue. At one point you bit your knuckle to lower down the noise not to wake Leo. Being new to the act you became addicted straight away. You grasped his brown hair a groan emitted deep from his throat. 

“Cum for me baby” He urged moving his finger in and out faster hitting a sweet spot on your walls. Gazing at your needy expressions with absolute hunger  

“Jimmy I'm gonna-” Before you could finish your sentence it was like you saw fireworks. The knot in your tummy snapped as your legs trembled in relief. 

Sighing out his name you looked down at him as he was licking his lips clean. All you could do was rest your head against the back of the couch. Jimmy sat next to you again wiping the sweat from his forehead and unbuttoning his top button “No one’s ever done that to me before” You let out a giggle. 

“I’m happy I was your first” Jimmy said with a kiss 

A cry from down the hallway alerted you Leo was awake “He must be hungry” You mused getting up and walking out. “Come right back” Jimmy smiled. 

Jimmy’s phone rang he took a sip of wine and answered. 

“It is done” A voice told him 

Fin

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