#he’s signing the custody papers in the divorce as we speak

[oftempus]

@spokewar continued from x.

THE WORD GRANDMASTER freezes him within his place, staring at the other with a look of pure SHOCK upon his aging features. He’s never had a lineage to deem his own, refraining from such things due to his crippling visions at that time amongst other undisclosed reasons as well. He’s mainly tended to his (only and last) friend’s lineage, aiding in places whenever he can whenever the other was away. He never thought it would leave a mark upon the other, especially with their standing relationship at the time. Well, up until now.

It almost causes something to tighten within his chest.

Features replace the look of shock with that of content, giving the other a small smile upon cracked lips. He clears his throat, bowing his head just a little in response. ❛ Grandpadawan. ❜ It feels sweet on his tongue. ❛ There’s no need to thank me. Have you tried those sweets before? They were gifted, but wanted to give them to you to try out first. ❜

[psicostyles]

PART I

Hello besties, hope youre doing amazing! this is a piece of smtg I wrote a long time ago, I just made some changes and I hope you like this time....

a/n: singledad!harry, main/oc, divorced!harry, co-parenting!, friends to lovers, co-workers.

sumarry: harry is a recently divorced dad and doesnt know what to do with his life, until he meets a beloved co-worker

For now, you need to pay attention to this equation. According to this theory - mathematically speaking - positive added to positive equals positive. This means that, if you have a positive action in your life and add some more, the result shall be positive as well, isn't it? You see, Harry started to work very early in his life to help his mom take care of their home. Late in school, he also had a part-time job so he could save some money for college. He was very into numbers, so he was planning to go to Computer Engineering in college just after he finished school.

But not everything is just the way we want, right? Harry has been dating this beautiful girl since his first year of high school. They started with a friendship when both noticed that what they felt was more than just friendship, so it was given a shot, and since then they got together. Add this sequence to your equation: Two young people in love, plus hormones burning in their skin after some shots of tequila, multiply to an empty bathroom. What do we have? Yes, an unplanned pregnancy. They were both sitting in Karen's bathroom when the test result showed two lines, just proving their theory. Karen told him about two weeks ago she didn't get her period yet. He said "Don't worry, everything is gonna be fine, yeah? You told me that things like that can happen. " He for the first time, wasn't right. Harry was always right about things. Karen was pregnant and devastated. Sure, she wanted to be a mother someday, but that didn't mean it needed to happen right now when there was so much ahead. Both did. They experienced devastation, and their parents felt disappointment as well. The four of them were. But still decided to keep their baby angel.

And thank God they did it.

She was their little jar of happiness and joy. Wasn't easy to get where they are right now. They sacrificed so much for this moment. Both worked hard, so it was possible to buy every necessary little thing for their little Cassie - short for Cassandra, Karen's gramma. Double shifts and sleepless nights for Harry while trying to get everything settled, Karen working on her projects as well as opening her little boutique. From nursery to study sessions online to keep on track. It was a nightmare for both until this exact moment when they held their little chubby-haired princess in their arms. She was such a pretty girl, a perfect mixture of his pale skin with the exact amount of melanin from her mother. Just perfect.

They got married when Cassie just began to walk. It wasn't a big ceremony, just signing some papers, and Cassie, who was only 10 months old when walked down the aisle where they stood while waiting for her, looking like two goofy. Cassie was holding a little box with the rings, and that was it. A perfect little wedding for a perfect little family.

Until they weren't anymore.

Cassie was 3 years old when her parent got divorced. Harry and Karen made the decision to have shared custody for the sake of Cassie. Weekdays for Harry, weekends for Karen. It was a decision for the three of them. Nothing bad happened with the couple for such a thing as divorce. Their wedding things didn't ring as right as one day did. That adolescent flame got colder, so it was the best solution. When they sat down to talk about it, Harry experienced a lot of hurt and they reached an agreement on what was best. After all, he loved Karen and what they had. After a while, he noticed what he loved was his idea of the perfect relationship they had. Nothing is always that perfect, but in his head, he constructed all they built - their home, their belongings, all the little things, and details... They made all of this part of their history, but they also crafted a story that will never be erased. So the happy ever after they promised is still valid, they will be happy even if they are not together anymore. Their bond was forever. They ended on good terms, so everything was fine.

Even being ungraduated, Harry is working in computer engineering in a little building in the city, it wasn't as he planned but, at least he gets the money he needs. Cassie is 4 now, she is a kindergarten and a very smart and energetic little girl. Sometimes Harry is still astonished by how much energy she has. That was Karen's side, because he loved calm and silence, on the contrary of his girls. Karen hadn't his for a while now, but she is the mother of his child so, somehow she was still his girl in a non-possessive way.

This particular Tuesday, the requirements and schedules were calmer than normal. His supervisor, Jonah, sent an email to his team informing them, that they had a meeting in the afternoon with a potentially important client. Turns out this client wasn't from the UK or any other English-speaking country, but a Spanish company, and to be honest the Spanish company called La Computacion, wasn't interested in a full English-only meeting. Not every single person in the entire build knew a second language which was a shame. Jonah found a last-minute translator so they could help them as soon as possible.

The meeting was at 3 pm, at 1:30 pm the translator was already there. Some co-workers weren't very comfortable with the foreign company, and many of them whispered ''Doesn't make sense, why they didn't get an English translator?" Harry was beside this particular worker and said

"Well Conan, it's not their fault if you decided not to study another language"

"Oh, you did study then?"

"I haven't," he confesses "But you didn't see me complain, did you?"

"You're such a little thing, Styles. That's why no one likes you. "

Harry just rolled his eyes and left the cafeteria straight to the conference room where the meeting was about to happen. When he got into his seat, he looked around the room seeing some familiar faces, sometimes nodding in a silent 'hello'. He kept looking around when he saw it, right there in the right corner, sitting facing the marble table while reading what seemed to be noted, a tall golden skin with wavy hair, looking attractive as hell just by existing. The sight of it, right there in the right corner, sitting facing the marble table while reading what seemed to be noted, a tall golden skin with wavy hair, looking attractive as hell just by existing, enchanted him.

Jonah entered to room, went straight to the table where the lady was, and opened his computer typing something fast, suddenly the white screen plugged in lit up, and three unknown faces showed up. The lady stood up beside Jonah, who had been sitting in the corner until then.

"Good afternoon everyone," everybody responded and, he continued, "This is Rebeca Rojas, our translator. Miss Rojas has worked with Mr. Sabino for a long time now. While I was panicking about adjusting this meeting, Mr. Sabino indicated to me, Miss Rojas. Believe me, when I say she is a life savior," he said laughing, the room joined him, so he continued, "Please Miss Rojas, introduce yourself"

Rebeca started to speak. She explained she was a translator, and teacher, and interpreted in her free time. She works for a publishing company as a translator of Latin languages. Just after her presentation, Mr. Sabino started to speak, and so did Rebeca. As Sabino spoke, Rebeca translated right away. He could swear, he was in love with her voice. She sounded so smooth, she was so quick and so interactive. The purpose of the meeting was to discuss a new platform they were trying to create for another company. And Sabino's company would sponsor their project. It would take some time since what they were proposing would take a lot of work, and when I say a lot, I mean it. It was an extensive project, with interactive pages, online consultors, and the options go on and on. The meeting lasted at least 1 hour and a half. In the meantime, Miss Rojas spoke non-stop. I mean just a few times to sip water. Harry keeps thinking he could never last the way she did.

Everybody was leaving the room. Harry waited so he could introduce himself, he had to admit it, he was feeling kinda shy. It was a hard-working woman who spoke more than one language, more than he could be someday as a human being. Was he exaggerating? Yeah, I think so.

"Hello," he said, giving his hand for her to shake. "My name is Harry, it's a pleasure"

She smiles and shakes his hand. "It's a pleasure Harry. You're good?"

"I'm great, what about you?" she nodded saying she was fine "The conference was just incredible. I'm glad I could join...So I wanted to ask you, you mentioned you're a teacher right? You only teach Spanish?" she nodded.

She smiled brightly and answered,

"Well, yes, I'm a teacher and all my work involves the romantic languages, and English, and a bit of German. I'm not that good, but I'm trying," she laughed.

Harry could barely contain himself. Her laugh sounded like Christmas bells. He was just so impressed and being this beautiful...Got him right in the stomach.

"So, like..." he said, but she interrupted it

"Harry, I'd love to talk to you, but I kinda need to go. You know...paperwork," she said rolling her eyes.

He nodded "Oh, sure. Let me walk you out?" he said, offering his arm, which she gladly embraced. 

After that, he went back to his own shit. But his mind was far away.

**

well thats it, lmk your feelings and if you maybe wants to read the second part or so...anyways

keep shining, i love you!!

[freefolkfightorflight]

Brain Dump

I started my adhd meds again for the first time in 2 years and my brain is like hey. We got a lot of thinking to do so here you go. My current fixation as I sit on the bed telling myself to clean and wash my damn sheets im covered in.

——-

Me: I just feel so ugly

Him: you are beautiful and good. You just have one defect and you know what it is. (I’m kind of a ho who lies when I think imma be in trouble😩)

Me: you too. You are handsome and good. You just have one defect and you know what it is. (He’s insecure and jealous)

Him: do you want to marry me?

Me: yes

Him: ok good

Me: ok…😍😂 wtf, Alej

———

I think we are both broken children just trying to make it through life and it’s sad and ugly sometimes. But a lot of times it’s really passionate and beautiful.

I don’t know why I’m posting this. This isn’t new news. We’ve talked about marriage before. I’m there. He’s there. I have a ring. he called it a pre engagement ring. And I’m like so a promise ring? And he’s like no. PRE! Lol. but it’s NOT an engagement ring. I don’t care but he does.

Speaking of. He’s more traditional than I’m willing to ever be again. I will never cook every single night. I will never commit to do things like that on a forever basis again. Sometimes I’m scared he will be disappointed in that. But I haven’t faked it these past 2 years. He’s gotta know exactly what he’s getting with me.

It’s just challenging because he’s an immigrant who still has a wife in Mexico. They married super young. they’ve been separated 25 years. She lives with her ‘fiance’/boyfriend etc. but she refuses to sign the divorce papers. Every few months she dangles signing the divorce papers in front of him, asks for money, he pays her, she disappears til the next time she needs money. Currently she’s saying she will sign the papers and he’s just done being used. I keep thinking maybe she means it this time. But he knows her better. He wants to go back to Mexico to sort it out but *I* don’t want him to bc it’s so fucking dangerous coming back. He’s got 3 kids and his mom here. Please don’t leave me to care for them all if you die. Lands alive.

That’s another obstacle. The mom doesn’t want to live with me. SAME😳 but I’d at least attempt it for the good of the whole family. She said absolutely not. He said absolutely not. She wants/needs her own place when me and him get married. Have you seen rent now a days? How will we afford a place for 5 kids, and then at least 2 bedrooms for her? (For when she has his girls). Lol. He doesn’t seem concerned about this part, but I am.

I have an evil ex who put in the child custody agreement that I’m not allowed to live with a significant other unless we are married 🙄bc yes let’s do this again. otherwise I wouldn’t care so much. Like we are two years in. I’d rather just live together. Test the waters. and fuck marriage prior to that just bc of how bad it’s been in my history. But I do see myself being with him forever. So it’s fine. Whatever. Except we can’t bc his ‘ex’. Brah

I just feel chatty and already talked his ear off🙈

I texted every girlfriend I know and they’ve all stopped responding bc I’m talking too much. Send help

[randomingoftherandomness]

Part 4 of Mob AU

(♡-_-♡) @xinxiaojie

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

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"Isn't that...?"

Madam Lan pauses in the aisle, turning to look in the direction where her husband is pointing and catches herself before she drops the can of peaches in her hand. “Is that…?”

Next to her, she hears him laugh. “Yeah, I think it is.”

On the other end of the aisle, right by the spinach, Madam Lan sees Gong Shangjue locking lips with a young man. Completely indifferent to how it’s a Wednesday morning in a supermarket out in the suburbs, and they were both dressed in black suits that look horribly out of place where they stand in the vegetable section.

She has to cover her mouth, biting back a flustered smile.

In her mind, Gong Shangjue is still that lanky teen who’d dutifully accompanied his mother to all her doctor visits and who’d always been respectful to her, even after her divorce.

Especially after her divorce.

Last she'd heard, her ex-husband had married an old acquaintance of hers, Lady Wuji. She'd seen them in the society papers sometimes. They look happy.

“Auntie, Uncle.” Madam Lan jolts, coming back to herself and face to face with the said man in question.

Smiling, she shakes her head. “I haven’t been your Auntie in a very long time.” Her husband presses close to her shoulder and she draws some small comfort from his presence.

“Still,” Gong Shangjue says, lips curling slightly. “There’s no wrong in me calling you that.” With a careful gesture, he introduces, “This is my husband, Yuanzhi. Yuanzhi, this is Auntie Lan and her husband.”

The young man bows and quickly excuses himself to the next aisle over. Her husband gives her a kiss and tactfully allows them a moment.

“How have you been?”

Madam Lan relaxes at the question. “Good. We are leaving for America in two months because he has been invited as a visiting professor.”

“That’s great,” Gong Shangjue says, voice sparkling with quiet honesty. “I’m glad to hear this.”

“So,” She tilts her head at the back of the young man. “Married life, eh?”

There’s a distinct softening of his eyes when he says, “I find that it suits me.” And that, Madam Lan thinks, is something she can believe in.

They chat for a while before her husband comes back to her side. “Take care of yourself Shangjue.” She bids.

He seems to hesitate for a moment before meeting her gaze. “You should call him. I know he misses you very much.”

Madam Lan physically deflates at that, looking up at her husband when he wraps an arm around her shoulders. "Would that child even want to speak to me?"

There are a lot of complicated emotions when she thinks about her son and thus, it's not an activity she partakes in often. Sadness and guilt war in tandem with a thick streak of no remorse about her decision to file for divorce when Ziyu was 5. She won't deny that she had paused when signing away custody to Ziyu, but it was only a moment, and it passed before the ink had even dried.

Shangjue purses his lips before pulling out his name card and a pen, writing down something with a flourish that he hands to her. "You won't know if you don't try." He tips his head, saying his goodbyes.

Her husband squeezes her shoulders. Madam Lan smiles wanly at him, looking at the number scrawled elegantly on the cardstock. She knows, even without him saying it, that he will support her if she chooses to reach out again.

But will that child even pick up the phone for his selfish mother?

[mrs-gucci]

Casting Couch {Charlie Barber x Reader}

author’s notes: hello, hello! I was driving home from work the other day and this idea just suddenly took over my entire thought process. so, naturally, I went ahead and wrote it up :)

warnings (what you see here is what you’ll get!): smut. the enemy of my enemy is my ally (with benefits). p in v sex. protected sex. rough oral sex. cum- swallowing.

(possible) tw’s: semi-public sex.

word count: 3.2k

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Two Years Ago.

“Y/N...she fucking did it again.” Nicole says as she barges through the door of hers and Charlie’s shared brownstone. “She got the fucking TV gig.”

Charlie’s eyebrows furrow a bit before looking up at his wife with an empathetic expression, setting the notebook and pen he’d been using down on the coffee table.

“Bummer. I really thought you had it in the bag.” He says, elbows on his thighs as he leans forward a bit, folding his hands. “There will be other roles; I wouldn’t worry too much. You win some, you lose some; that’s how it goes in this industry. You’ve taken plenty of roles from her.”

She sighs, nodding. “Yeah, I know, but this one I was excited about. And I really thought I had it, too. It just stung a little extra, you know?”

Her husband nods, patting the seat next to him on the couch. “C’mere, sit with me. We’ll have a glass of wine.”

Nicole gives somewhat of a dreadful grimace, a clear sign she really wasn’t interested. Charlie’s been noticing this for the past few months, her disinterest in being with him as much as she usually was, but he figured it was just her being tired. She’s been doing a lot of odd jobs to make some ends meet lately, so it’s probably a result of that.

“Are you sure?” He asks, a twang of longing sadness in his voice.

She nods. “Yeah, I’m just gonna go lay down for a bit.”

Charlie just nods, picking back up his notebook and pen, continuing to review and add to his notes from the day. 

“Let me know if you need anything.” He calls after her. “I love you.”

She only offers him a small smile over her shoulder in return before emerging into their bedroom, closing the door immediately behind her. 

Present Day.

It feels strange, holding auditions for a female lead. He hasn’t had to do so in almost a decade;  just yet another reminder of how much of his life has changed just in the past year.

The divorce had been painful, stressful, and he was honestly more relieved than anything when it finally came to a close, despite it not really turning out the way he’d hoped for in terms of custody over Henry. 

Luckily, he’s dove deeper into his one true love, directing, as a way to cope with the loss of everything he’d worked so hard to build for himself; the marriage, the 'American dream’ family and home he wished he’d had growing up.

Now, after six months of weekly therapy appointments and keeping himself busy with work, he’s feeling more like the old Charlie he was back before everything went to shit. Actually, he’s feeling like an even better version of that Charlie, the best version of himself there’s been in a while, perhaps even before he met and married Nicole.

The first audition comes onstage and Charlie can’t decide what’s worse, her off-pitch singing or her monotonous speaking voice. 

God, this was going to be a long fucking day.

-

You’d heard through the grapevine that the famed Broadway director had moved here to LA, and that he’d divorced his witch of a wife, Nicole. 

Nicole Barber had been your biggest rival ever since you swiped that first movie role away from her. She hates you, and you don’t particularly like her, either, thus your rivalry began. And it was pretty heated, too; the two of you were always trying to one-up each other.

It really was a back-and-forth battle, her swiping roles from you, you returning the favor; it was a game, to put it simply. Although lately, you’ve been getting more roles than she has, not that you’re complaining, and there’s a part of you that hopes she quits the business for good.

Word got around that Charlie is heading his first LA Broadway production and what better way to hit Nicole close to home than to show up at her ex-husband’s auditions? Even better, what if you got the female lead in her ex-husband’s production? Oh god, that would be fantastic, not only for the rivalry but also for your career.

You’ve been looking to branch out into more theater roles, and this is as good an opportunity as to dip your toe in the theater world water. Plus, you’re not necessarily complaining about having the chance to look at and work with Charlie Barber every day...

So you prepared your piece of dialogue and a section of one of the choice songs, heading over to the theater fifteen minutes before your set audition time. Your knee bounces as you sit in the waiting area, eyes running over your script and lyrics sheet one final time, solidifying it all in your memory.

Your name is called a few minutes later and you head out onto the stage, handing over your headshot and qualifications resume. The agent hands over your profile to the handsome director, but he doesn’t even really look at it, already knowing exactly who you are. A small smirk grazes his lips as he flips to a new page of his notebook, clicking the top of his pen.

“Whenever you’re ready, Miss Y/N.”

After you’re finished, Charlie scribbles one final thing in his notebook before looking up at you. His eyes trail over your figure for a moment, another smirk tugging at the corners of his lips.

“Would you be comfortable coming back for a more intimate audition later this week? Maybe, Friday at four? I would like to get to know you better, see if you meet all of my... qualifications.”

The look in his eye tells you all you need to know about the true motivations behind his question. You nod, biting your lip.

“It’d be my absolute pleasure, Mr. Barber.” You purr.

He shifts in his seat suddenly and quickly crosses one leg over the other before opening up your folder, handing the top sheet to his assistant.

“Diane, go ahead and have Miss Y/N put down all of her contact information.” His gaze never leave you as he speaks to the timid-seeming young woman. “Make sure she gives her personal cell number.”

You pull a pen from your bag on the stage, clicking it open before Diane hands you the paper. As you write every means of contact you can think of, starting with your cell number, you playfully bite the end of the pen and tap it against your bottom lip, something that certainly keeps the already attentive director’s full attention.

“Thank you so much for this opportunity, Mr. Barber.” Your tone is innocent-sounding, but your gaze is anything but. It sends a chill down Charlie’s spine. “I promise I won’t disappoint.”

“Oh, I’m sure you won’t.” A small tug at one corner of his lip accompanies his response. “See you soon, Miss Y/N.”

You offer him a nod.

“Looking forward to it.”

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In preparation for your upcoming...meeting with Charlie, you take a quick trip to the nearest intimates store, picking up a pretty little lace bra and panty set. Your lingerie wardrobe is long overdue for a bit of sprucing up, anyway.

When the time comes, you slip the fresh lace garments on before putting on your planned outfit, a cute-but-subtly-sexy low cut romper. You put on a light face of makeup, purely for professionalism’s sake, then head out with a small bag which contains various personal items as well as your script and composition page.

He’s not in his backstage office when you arrive, but he comes in a couple minutes later, a strong stench of cigarette smoke trailing behind him as he walks by your chair.

“I apologize for the delay. You weren’t waiting long, were you?”

You shake your head as he takes a seat behind the ratty oak desk, shifting a few small stacks of papers around on the heavily scratched surface.

“No, no I wasn’t waiting long.”

He nods, then folds his hands atop the desk, eyes flickering up to meet yours. For a moment, his eyes dart down to where your cleavage creeps out of your low-cut top.

“You’ve got the part.” Charlie says with a small smile. “You’re by far the best and most qualified audition we had yesterday, and I like the way you carry yourself. You’re exactly the type of person I like working with. Part’s yours if you want it.”

You’re overcome with joy, a wide smile spreading itself across your lips. “I’d love to be a part of this production, Mr. Barber. I’m really excited to get to work with you and the rest of the crew.”

“That’s great, I’m glad to hear it.” He nods, smile widening when as he processes your acceptance. His delighted expression falls after a few moments, replaced by one much more salacious.

“Now that we’ve gotten that part out of the way...I think you know why I called a meeting of such, uh, privacy.”

You smirk softly, shifting around in your seat slightly. “I believe I do.”

His feet plant on the ground as he pushes the rolling office chair out from under the desk, standing up and walking around the desk to tower over you. 

“Before anything happens, though, I want you to know that whether or not you do this with me will not affect my casting decision. Even if you decline, you still have the part.”

You nod before standing, quickly and swiftly, stepping forward to press yourself flush against him.

“Charlie?”

“Yeah?”

Your hands rest on his chest, neck craning slightly to look up at him. “Just kiss me, will you?”

He laughs, massive hand moving to cradle the back of your head before he bends down and connects your lips in a passionate kiss. There’s nothing tender or gentle about this embrace, it’s all tongue and teeth, raw lust coursing between your two bodies.

“Couch.” His voice is soft but husky.

“Unzip me first?” You ask, turning around so he can unzip you. He does, then his hands slide down to your hips and pushes you towards the leather couch tucked in the corner of his office.

The material squeaks when you’re laid down on top of it, head resting comfortably on the cushy fabric accent pillow as he climbs on top of you. He presses his hips forward while he tucks his face into the crook of your neck and plants kisses on the skin there.

Your eyes widen as his impressive bulge rubs up against your inner thigh and you quickly wonder how in the world you’ll be able to take him. His crooked teeth scrape over the taut muscles in your neck while his hands pull the backs of your romper down over your shoulders.

His hands grab and grope your breasts beneath where they rest in your nice bra, one you wore just for him, and your back arches slightly up off the cushions with a soft sigh. 

A small smile crosses his expression, teeth sinking gently into your neck. “I like the little noises you make for me, Y/N.”

“Yeah?” You smirk, running your hands through his hair. “Then I bet you’ll like my moans, too. If you think you can draw them out of me, that is.”

He laughs softly, sucking and licking at at the place his teeth have just abused. “Is that a challenge?”

“Well, it’s more like an invitation to prove yourself, but ‘challenge’ is also a good word for it.”

Charlie pulls away with a smirk, shaking his head as he sits back on his haunches and begins to unbuckle his belt.

“Brat.”

Once he’s undone his pants and pulled them down enough to expose himself to you, he leans down once more and pulls your romper the rest of the way off, leaving you completely bare, minus your undergarments. His eyes roam your figure for a moment before he dips a hand beneath the patch of black fabric nestled between your thighs.

Your breath hitches as his fingertips swipe over your erect clit, giving it a few little circles before yanking the panties off your hips and down your ankles, tossing them down alongside your previously-discarded romper.

His eyes widen in realization, cheeks flushing pink.

“Do you have any, um, protection?”

You smirk, nodding as you sit up and pat his chest. “Indeed, I do.”

He crawls off of you and you walk over to your purse, grabbing a condom from the mini-stash you keep in your wallet, the one you replenished just minutes before you left the house this afternoon. He takes it from you and pinches the tip, rolling it down his shaft. For a moment, you’re worried that it isn’t going to fit, but he rolls it on with little issue.

His hips press forward, then, entering you slowly but steadily with a soft grunt. You whine as your insides stretch out around him, hands reaching up to tangle in his hair.  “S-Shit.”

“You’re really fucking tight, jesus.” He growls between gritted teeth, jaw screwed shut as his hips begin to move. “I haven’t fffucked anyone in a while, Y/N, so I can’t guarantee that I’ll last very long.”

You nod, softly. “It’s alright, Charlie; it’s been a little while for muh--me, too.”

Your eyes flutter shut and your face begins to scrunch up with each time his fat cockhead brushes up against your cervix. His pace increases after a minute or so, a consistent slap-slap-slap noise now echoing off the drywall with each snap of his hips. 

“You’ve got a nice little pussy, you know that? Always knew you would be, too, knew you’d be a good little cccocksleeve.”

You moan shakily as he adjusts his position, towering over you and pinning your wrists above your head with one of his large hands. Your body begins to bounce, tits, thighs and tummy jiggling each time he thrusts in. 

He’s starting to sweat, a few dark hairs sticking to his dimly-glowing forehead, more and more accumulating there as his hair rocks back and forth in time with the rhythm of his hips.

“Touch yourself, now, rrrub your little clit.” His voice is getting shaky as he draws nearer to climax.

Nodding, your hand slides down between your joined bodies until your fingertips settle onto the small bundle of nerves. The hand that’s still weaved in Charlie’s locks clenches and he lets out a sudden deep growl, hips stuttering for a moment.

“Ooooh, Charlie.” You moan, hips lifting and gyrating against both his cock and your fingers.

“God, fffuck I love this cunt.” A vulgar squelching sound knits itself within the quilt of your salacious symphony. “Wrapped around my cock like a vice, gonna pull the fucking cum right out of it. Swear you get tighter each time I push back in...christ, I’m not gonna last.”

Your fingers circle your clit faster, setting a desperate pace, one that almost matches his quick and sloppy thrusts. You’re close now, too, and it doesn’t take much longer for your orgasm to hit.

You cream around him with a long moan and a string of various other noises, with a few profanities thrown in as well. The product of your release coats his shaft in a pearlescent sheen, dripping down his ball-sack soon enough. 

The sensations your climax creates around Charlie forces him to pull away almost immediately after, quickly yanking the condom off and onto his office floor, squeezing the base of his flaming red length. 

His hand seizes your jaw tightly, thumb pressing down on your tongue, prying your mouth open. “I’m gonna fuck your mouth and shove my cum down your throat, and you’re gonna take it all, isn’t that right?”

You’re nodding instantly, slacking your jaw to open even further in preparation for his upcoming intrusion. He smirks.

“Good. Now, on your knees.”

He sits down where you once laid, lazily pumping his throbbing length as you get into position between his spread legs. He pulls your hair up into a makeshift ponytail with his hand, then lines you up with his cock and eases your mouth down onto him.

“Thaaaaaat’s it, oh, gooooood girl.”

You start gagging about three quarters of the way down his shaft, but he still keeps pushing until you’ve got the whole thing in your mouth. Your jaw’s already getting sore as he begins thrusting upwards, fucking your mouth. 

Tears swell in your eyes and begin to spill down your cheeks the more he goes, mascara surely ruined and running down your face. The sight only arouses him further, a low groan rumbling through his puffed chest.

He’s trying so hard to keep himself together, to stave off his orgasm for as long as he can manage, but soon he finds it next to impossible to hold back. His bottom lip quivers ever so slightly as his length begins to twitch, balls drawing up.

“Fuck, I’m gonna--”

You taste and feel the salty ropes shooting down your throat before he can even finish his warning.

“Ah, fffuuuuck.” His head falls back against the couch cushions, hips bucking gently as each bit of release is spilled into your mouth. His grip on your head relaxes after he’s finished, cock softening while he catches his breath and re-grounds himself in reality.

Your chest heaves as full airflow returns to your lungs, knees and jaw aching a bit sore from their exertion. You grab your underwear from where they lay discarded on top of your romper, putting them back on before standing up on somewhat shaky legs. 

Charlie also redresses, standing and straightening himself out as you do the same. 

“Mind zipping me back up?” You ask, turning around again. 

He pulls the zipper up your back until it’s at the end of its tracks, then steps up behind you, placing a soft kiss to your shoulder blade.

“Thank you.”

A soft smile grazes your lips. “No ‘thanks’ needed; the sweet taste of revenge and spite is payment enough.”

He laughs quietly.

“Well, I’ll certainly be available, should you ever need a little replenishing of those feelings.”

“Mr. Barber, you wouldn’t be saying that because you’d like to see me naked again, now would you?” Your eyebrows raise and you look over your shoulder, a playful smile on your face.

He laughs again, blushing a bit. “Uh, yeah, sure, I'd like that a lot. But I’d also like to see you, um...not naked, fully clothed, maybe at a restaurant in the city for dinner sometime? I totally get it if you’re not interested, it’s not a big deal if you don’t want to...”

Holy shit, he’s asking you out on a date. Well, he’s trying to, at least.

You laugh, cheeks warming at his proposition.

“Sure thing. I just accepted this new job, though, so I’ll have to get back to you about my availability...”

Charlie smiles, shoving his hands down in his khaki pockets. “I’m sure your new boss would be more than willing to accommodate. He’s a pretty cool guy, or so I’ve heard. Handsome, too.”

“Oh yeah? Sounds like you have a reliable informant.” You turn around as you laugh softly, grabbing your bag off the chair before stepping up in front of him. Your lips plant a quick peck on his, hands resting on his broad chest. “See you soon.”

He nods, biting his lip to hold back his big, goofy smile.

“Can’t wait.”

[atlafan]

Juvenile and Family Law, is it something that a kid dreams of practicing? No, not really. Is that where the big bucks are if you’re not interested in taxes and wills? Yes, it is. College is expensive, and so is law school; gotta pay it off somehow. It takes a while to build your clientele, a lot of it is word of mouth. You work your way up, and slowly but surely, build a good reputation for yourself. And if you’re lucky, you’ll make partner.

Harry Styles is good at his job, and is on the brink of making partner at his firm. Gallagher, Hilson & Associates Family Law is a great place to work. Isaiah Gallagher and Maria Hilson are two incredible lawyers, and the other associates Harry works with aren’t too bad either. He doesn’t always love working nearly sixty hours a week, and some of the cases he handles have caused him to see the bottom of one too many bottles, but other than that, he’s happy.

Family Law means working all kinds of cases. Custody, spousal support, paternity, and divorce. All of those cases are messy, rarely are they clean cut. Harry happens to specialize in divorce, which in turn can lead to all of the other things listed above. What’s worse is that a lot of his clients will often flirt with him, so he’s started to wear a fake wedding band to ward off any and all inappropriate behavior. It doesn’t happen every time, but it was often enough that he decided to find a way to just avoid the unwanted attention.

Due to how many hours he works a week, Harry’s social life is a little lackluster. By the time he gets home work, all he wants to do is kick his shoes off, plop down on the couch with some greasy Chinese food, and catch up on some television. He lives in a nice enough building in the city. His apartment has one bedroom, and one and half baths. On Friday nights, he’ll go out with some of the other associates for a drink, so he gets a bitof social time in. He’s not lonely, he actually quite enjoys the quiet and solitude. He’s got a cat, Gerry, short for Geraldine that he takes care of. He has what he needs, and he’s perfectly content.

Whenever he dates, people always want to talk about his work. The last thing Harry wants to talk about after a long day at work, is more work. So, he sticks to meaningless hookups, and his own hand, when he needs that type of release.

He doesn’t have too much to complain about. He’s thirty, and massively successful. Some of his friends still live at home while working retail jobs, not that he’s judging. He was twenty-six when he moved out, and he’s grateful his parents let him stay rent free so he could save up for his own place. He doesn’t like to compare himself to others, but it makes him feel good to know he’s all set. He works hard, yes, but it’s all worth it.

//

With how quiet his personal life is, it’s hard to imagine Harry being a shark in the courtroom, but he is. He’s a master in the art of persuasion and rhetoric. Having been a communication major in his undergrad career, and all. He knows how to read a room, and how to read people. The jury is just an audience waiting to watch a live performance. His theater minor also comes in handy here. Being a lawyer is an act, a role he plays. He knows how to play the part when it’s in a large courtroom, or when it’s just a small meeting in a conference room to divide up assets. It’s not always easy, but he makes it look that way. Harry typically wins most of his cases, and when it’s something small, he’s usually able to get his client the majority of what they asked for. Every customer leaves happy.

These skills can’t all be taught and learned. Some people are born with natural talent, skills they learn to hone in on and perfect. It’s a craft that Harry has worked on for years. Again, he’s only thirty, but because he has such precision and talent, it makes him the hot commodity. The office is constantly getting calls for him. It’s why they want him to become the next partner. Having his name on the plaque as you enter would surely put people at ease. Isaiah and Maria saw potential in Harry from the beginning, and they feel lucky that he’s one of their associates.

There other very qualified associates as well, like Niall – who specializes in custody cases – he’s well on his way up. There’s Candice – who specializes in prenuptial agreements – she got into the lawyer game a little later in life, but she’s as sharp as a whip, and shouldn’t be underestimated. And lastly, there’s Byron – who specializes in paternity cases – he thinks he’s going to be the next partner because he’s a bit full of himself.

Harry and Niall are the closest in age, so they hang out more often. They both really like baseball, and will go to a game or two during the season. Candice is the surrogate mother figure. She has no children of her own, she’s the fun aunt to her nieces and nephews, but she feels oddly maternal towards Harry and Niall. The boys often call her “Ma”, instead of her actual name, and she loves it. She looks out for them, and there when they need someone to listen. She’s fifty-seven, and enjoys baking in her free time. She often brings the boys homemade muffins on Monday mornings, and they adore her for it.

Byron…well…Byron is a forty-year-old womanizer who totally clashes with Harry. Does Harry have one-night stands? Yes. Does he ever lie to his partners? No. Byron enjoys playing the game in all facets, and Harry never takes part in it. Needless to say, Harry hates when he has to partner with him on a case, and avoids it when he can.

Isaiah and Maria each have their own executive assistant, or para: Michele and Kyla. They’re both in their late twenties, and rocking it. Harry only interacts with them over email. He, Candice, Niall, and Byron all share the same administrator: Ronnie. Ronnie is twenty-six, friendly, and organized. She doesn’t have time to help everyone on their briefs, but that’s what interns are for, and there’s an abundance of them circling throughout the office.

Harry has a nice office. Plenty of natural light from the windows, he has a desk riser so he can stand up periodically, and he even has his own mini fridge. (He’s often paranoid about people taking his Bubbly, so he just brought in his own fridge.) He’s got a decent enough view of the city; he likes it best at night when the twinkling lights come through. It reminds him of how lucky he is to be where he is in life. He knows he’s more fortunate than others, so he tries to be grateful. He gives back when he’s able, donate to different scholarship funds and whatnot.

Harry is a good man.

//

On a particularly cloudy morning, Ronnie lets Harry know his 10AM consult has arrived. He didn’t know much about his new potential client, but he was always willing to hear someone out. He stands up from his desk, and waits for the woman to enter.

In walks a young woman wearing an expensive, red pantsuit, black heels, and a dark red lipstick. She gives a soft smile to Ronnie before she closes the door. Harry walks over to her, extending his hand.

“Hi, I’m Harry.”

“Mira.” She shakes his hand.

“Please, have a seat.” He gestures to the two seats on the other side of his desk and they both sit. “What brings you to my office today?”

“I heard you’re a pretty good divorce lawyer, and I need a divorce.”

“Is your spouse aware that you’re seeking counsel?”

“No.” She shakes her head and swallows. “I…I’d be putting myself in danger if he knew I wanted to leave him.”

“What kind of danger? If he’s physically abusive, then you need to- “

“He doesn’t put his hands on me like that. It’s…I don’t love him, and I never have. I was essentially…I was sold to him; it was an arranged marriage. I thought maybe I could learn to like him, to love him, but it’s been three years, and I can’t stand him. I need legal help.”

“What do you mean you were sold to him? Were you a child bride? Were you sex trafficked?”

“No.” She chews on her bottom lip. “He made a deal with my father. Thomas got me in exchange for…something. I can’t get into what exactly with you just yet.”

“Does he think you’re happy?”

“Yes.” She nods. “Well, for the most part. I do my thing, and he does his. His job keeps him pretty busy, and I often pretend to be asleep when he gets home. He doesn’t satisfy my needs, so to speak, and I’ve given up on trying. I want to be freed from him.” She pulls out a packet of paper from her purse, and gives it to Harry. “That’s a copy of the contract he and my father signed when they made the deal. I’m not great with legal jargon. I thought maybe if you decide to take me on you could look that over and tell me if there’s any way, I can get out of this.”

“Are you over eighteen?”

“Yes, well over.”

“And were you over eighteen when you were married?”

“Yes.”

“Then how could your father barter you?”

“Where I come from…it can just be like that. The goods we get in exchange for my hand outweighed my happiness.”

“I’m so sorry.” Harry frowns. “My services aren’t exactly cheap.”

“I wouldn’t expect them to be. I can pay top dollar, if that’s what you require. I have money of my own.”

“Alright.” Harry sets the packet of papers onto his desk. “I’ll take a look at that soon, and give you a call.”

“Does that mean you’re taking me on?”

“I hate to see such a nice person be so unhappy.” Harry frowns. “I got into this business to help people, so I’ll help you, Mira.”

“Oh, thank you so much.” She smiles. “There are going to be some things in that contract that may shock you, so please don’t hesitate to call me directly with your questions.” She takes out a business card from her purse. “There’s all of my contact information. If anyone other than myself contacts you regarding all of this, don’t say a word.”

“Don’t worry, I’m good at keeping things confidential.”

“I heard you’re a very trustworthy attorney.” She nods, and stands to her feet. Harry does the same. “Thank you for taking the time to listen.” She extends her hand, and he takes it to shake.

“Of course, it’s what I’m here for.” He smiles and opens the door. He watches her leave, maybe for a little too long.

[DARK SIDED, COMING TO PATREON ON SATURDAY, OCTOBER 2ND @ 8AM EST] [Ask]

[gentrychild]

Naomasa just knew this was going to be an uncomfortable meeting. He knew the couple had separated long ago, he knew for the expressions in their faces that they did not want to see their ex, that they did not want to come to Japan, but he also knew to recognize tired faces when he watches them.

There were bags under their eyes, they seemed to be 10 years older than they really were, there was a solid sadness that time have only increased, and maybe, just maybe, they were hoping he was going to tell them something, anything about their missing baby that would bring relief to their souls, even if that something is that they have found his remains; how things have turned out like this? Even if they never see their kid again, he supposed they deserved to know.

He hoped they were doing the right thing.

Naomasa entered the room looking as proffesional as possible, and wearing his best cop smile.

"Good evening, I am Detective Tsukuachi Naomasa, and I will be the one bringing in the new information we have got about the case of your son".

Both parents' expressions changed to one you can only describe as anxiety, and fear, he was the one to break the ice first.

"Is my son dead, detective?"

Naomasa took a deep breath, God, how is he supposed to say this?

"Before I answer that question, please tell me everything that happened in the day of his dissapearance, it is very valuable information"

"Very valuable?! How that came be if my boy is dead!?!"

"Akira, please let me say this"

The woman, Ako, answered with a kind and tired voice.

"It was a winter day, my daughter, Kyoko and him went to visited a neighbor, when the time came for them to came home, he left my daughter sight for a moment, and then she never found him again"

"Is that all?"

" Is that all? Really? That's what you have to asked to me?! We looked for him everywhere! We went to the police, they used whole teams with more than 30 officers and dogs to find him, there were posters in the milk products, in the parks, in the schools, I even made a message in the web begging to the one who had taken him to give him back, we offered over a 1,000,000 dollars for any information, and no one at all presented anything about him, he have just vanished in the thin air"

"Well, this will not have happened if you were not so insistent about adopting a kid, Ako."

The silence rained the room

"WHAT?! You are still blaming me for this?"

" Face it! This will have never happened if you have not decided to play the good samarithan, adopting a kid from another country, and don't pretend I don't know why you did, it would have make you look so good in front of everyone to take in a poor orphan kid instead of getting pregnant again! Just so your 'precious' body does not suffer any more strain"

"Oh yeah? You were the one who was not satisfied with Kyoko and Hurato, I could see the dissapointment in your face since the day they were born, they were not what you wanted for kids, and was so anxious to take in someone else's to fill you never filling hole of greed"

"Please! Both of you, calm down, let's go back to the topic of discussion"

It took them a good couple of seconds but they were able to calm down enough

"We have reasons to believe, that your son was kidnapped for a villain. The biological father of your adoptive child, had, and still has a huge issue with a really dangerous villain, that's the main reason he was put in adoption, to protect him and give him a good life, but it seems those efforts backfired up"

"... are you saying, that they reason we divorced, that we lost our baby boy, that we spent the last 12 years in misery mourning him and fighting, to the point we can't stand each other... was for a grudge between a villain and a hero? Nothing else?"

Naomasa with a frowned expression closed his eyes. With a barely contained anger, though none of it directed to the couple say "the villain kidnapped your kid and trained him the last 12 years to become a villain himself, he did it knowing how much would hurt his father, we arrested your son 3 days ago and only found out about it shortly after his escape, I am sorry".

Tears were in the man's eyes, this was getting ugly.

"Well, while he is alive, everything can be fixed! Once you find him again, we can go into hiding into wherever you guys tell us to, we will be there to support him! We-"

"Sir, even if we find him, he is not going to be handed to you"

It was her turn to speak "why not? He must be around 16 years old by now! He is still a minor and we are his legal guardians! You said it yourself! He was kidnapped and manipulated to become a criminal, the law-"

"The law will ensure your protection lady, that villain has many associaties and no doubt, he will do anything to get you out of the picture, you already saw that getting your kid out of the continent did little good"

"But we are his guardians! What is going to happen to-"

"His father has the intention to take him back home"

"We are his home! His father signed in the adoption papers he did not want to know anything about him at all!!"

"Given the very particular circunstances, that has been arrenged, and once taken back into custody, he is going with his biological father; this meeting was never to inform you that he was going to come back to America with you, it was a simple courtesy about his future and how you can continue yours knowing he is alive and ok"

"Continue ours?!?! How the hell can you say that?! First you said that my adoptive dead son is not so dead, that the misery we went through was meaningless and the we will never see him again?! We are his family!!"

"I assure, he does not consider you as such, during the interrogation we questioned him about his feelings towards you and he stated in these exactly words: 'I never thought of them as my family'. I am sorry to be the one to bring such grave news, we wanted you to just know the truth".

Behind a special mirror, All Migth and Gran Torino, were seeing the now crying couple; Toshinori thougth 3 days ago that his heart have crumbled after seeing that postcard, he seems to have been wrong again, it keeping breaking.

" 'I never thought of them as my family?' Really?"

"It had to be said, if they have asked him back, I don't think I could have said no"

That was not what his son needed, no, he did not need adoptive families or a sociopath promising him love and acceptance, he had always need his father, with his flaws and everything else, and even if he could not change the past, he refused to let his son to be turned into a puppet for AFO. Even if he has lost him as a son, that did not mean he could not save him, he have to.

He will save Izuku.

Wow.

[bonnyskies]

come back to me [eight] ⇢ jjk

you’re willing to do anything to save your marriage, even if that meant you’d have to sacrifice your own happiness to do so.

pairing — husband!jungkook x malereader, ft. ceo!jaehyun

genre — angst, sexual themes, idol au, exes to lovers-ish au, open relationship au, marriage au, parents au

series warnings — infidelity (kinda?), swearing, bisexual!jungkook, jealous!jungkook, insecure!reader, unhealthy relationship, unrequited love-ish, slow burn, use of alcohol, mentions of divorce problems, (more could be added in future chapters)

word count — 3.1k

author’s note — the last chapter before the hawaii arc, ladies and gentlemen.  

masterlist

| ONE MONTH LATER |

‘Trouble in Paradise? BTS’s Jungkook seen earlier this week leaving divorce attorney’s office with his husband, Jeon {Name}.’

Just from reading the article’s title, you could already feel your blood begin to boil and your heart clench at the same time.

Many things have changed in your life over the past month. Jungkook and you have started to finalized your divorce, met with each of your lawyers, decided on the custody arrangement and child support—oh god, Minho.

When you both broke the news to him about the divorce he was devastated. Crying uncontrollably, tears sliding down his eyes and snot spewing out of his nose, begging for his parents to stay together. The sight truly broke you and Jungkook, but you two couldn’t do this anymore. Acting like the both of you were still together, pretending that you two were still happy wasn’t healthy for either of you.

The only thing that was left to do now was to sign the divorce papers, which both you and Jungkook have agreed on to do after the trip.

You just wanted all these troubles to be over with already—

“Appa,” you jumped at the sound of Minho’s voice, turning around to see your son standing in your bedroom’s doorway wearing his onesies. “Can we watch a movie tonight?”

“I’m sorry, pumpkin.” You approached him. “We have to get up really early tomorrow, so we can’t stay up late. Remember, we’re going on a big plane.”

Minho’s frown raised only slightly, “Is appa coming home tonight?”

The question made your heart stop completely. “I’m sorry, pumpkin.” Just from hearing those words come out of you, tears already began to form in his eyes and his lips started to tremble. The sight broke your heart.

“B-But,” his voice was quivering, “We always camp out in the living room before trips.” Some of the tears that glistened in his eyes escaped and slid down his chubby cheeks. And before you had the chance to wipe them, he was already pulling away, making your heart clench.

Slowly, you retracted your hands away from him and placed them by your sides. “How about we have some ice cream instead, yeah?” You smiled, but that immediately dropped when Minho shook his head and left your room without saying another word to you. And once you were alone, you couldn’t stop your own tears that has been slowly building up in your eyes finally escape.

That’s another thing that has changed. Jungkook moved out, and Minho took it hard. He thought—still thinks it’s only temporary, and it breaks your heart every time you have to remind him that it isn’t and see his teary eyes stare back at you.

Minho hasn’t been same since Jungkook left. He wasn’t happy anymore.

So you called the only person that can make him happy.

.

.

.

“Jungkook...?”

When hearing your soft, gentle voice, every ounce of exhaustion Jungkook was currently feeling instantly vanished.

“{Name},” Jungkook instantly sat up from the bed and leaned himself against the headboard. “Why are you calling me?—not that you can’t,” he quickly added, voice just below a whisper. “I’m just wondering.”

“Minho misses you,” was your only answer, simple and straightforward. “Could you come over? He’s sad that you aren’t here to do our traditions before the trip.”

Jungkook winced at the mention. He knew exactly what ‘traditions’ you were talking about. Every night before a trip, the three of you would have a movie night and sleep in the living room. Minho would choose the movie, you’d make the snacks and Jungkook would use any extra blankets to make a large tent.

Till this day, the image of both of your smiles was still burnt inside his mind, making his heart stammer heavily inside his chest every time he thought of those moments.

Just as Jungkook was about to answer you, another voice suddenly spoke up.

“Babe, who are you talking to?”

Jungkook froze, and judging from the small gasp he heard coming from your end of the line, he knew you heard the voice too.

Before Jungkook had the chance to say anything to you, the sound of your unsteady voice filled his ears. “You know what, it’s okay. Minho’ll understand that you’re b-busy. See you tomorrow.”

“N-No, wait—” Jungkook tried to speak, but it was already too late. You hung up on him.

Jungkook stared at his phone, fingers clenching around the small device as his eyes burned into the black screen. He didn’t realize how long he was staring at his phone until he heard Yeonha’s voice speak up behind him. “Baby, who was that?”

“It was {Name}.” Jungkook simply answered, climbing out the bed and slipping his clothes back on. “Minho needs me.”

“Are you sure it’s Minho that needs you?” Yeonha questioned, shifting herself onto her side, the bed’s thin sheets being the only thing covering her bare body.

Jungkook paused briefly, pulling his shirt back over his body before turning around to face her. “What’s that suppose to mean?”

“Come on, baby,” Yeonha rolled her eyes. “{Name} is obviously using your guys’ son as an excuse just for you to visit him—”

“Stop,” Jungkook interjected, shaking his head. “{Name} isn’t like that. Minho’s upset that I’m there to have a movie night with him, that’s all.”

“—and {Name},” she quickly added.

“I’m not doing this with you right now.” Jungkook sighed, walking over to the door.

“Then when can we, Jungkook?” She shouted. “You haven’t been the same since you started finalizing your divorce with {Name}.”

“What are you talking about?”

Yeonha sat up from her bed, “Ever since you and {Name} started making your divorce official you’ve become distant. You hardly talk to me unless I’m one that pursues you, you’re always busy at work, and when we do actually spend time together it’s like you’re not even there, like I’m talking to some stranger instead.”

Jungkook felt guilt suddenly flow through him. This is exactly how he treated you before everything, and here he was now, doing the same thing to Yeonha—the girl he left you for.

“Listen, I’m sorry.” Jungkook moved away from the door and sat down beside her, taking her hand and squeezing it reassuringly. “I’ve just been stressed a lot lately with the divorce going on right now, and also having to deal with my lawyer—”

“But isn’t this what you wanted?” Yeonha interjected, raising a brow and tilting her head.

Yes, was the first thing that came to his mind. But now, after experiencing the consequences that comes with a divorce, he wasn’t sure. When meeting with you to discuss agreements with your guys’ lawyers, he’s never seen you so—emotionless before. It was like you didn’t feel any ounce of care anymore. And it pained him to know that he was the reason for you being that way.

But that wasn’t even the worse part, breaking the news about the divorce to Minho was. He has dealt with his son’s tantrums before, but when learning that his two parents were separating, Jungkook has never seen him cry so much before. He can remember that day distinctly. The both of you were sitting on the living room’s couch with Minho on his lap, and when you two told him about the divorce he completely broke down. Tears were pouring from his son’s eyes, hands clawing at his chest, begging for his parents to stay together.

The sight of your guys’ crying son pained the both of you. But what broke you two was when you both tried to comfort him and he pulled from your grasps and ran away to his room, the sound of his heartbroken sobs echoing throughout the house.

For the rest night, you and Jungkook remained on the couch, neither of you speaking a word as tears glistened in both of your eyes.

Now that Minho knew, it was officially over.

Jungkook didn’t realize how long he was in his thoughts until he heard Yeonha’s voice again. “Do you love me?”

His eyes widened at her question, the sound of her trembling tone making his heart clench inside his chest.

“I care about you,” was his answer, giving her hand that he still held a gentle squeeze.

“But that’s not what I asked you, Jungkook.” Yeonha frowned, eyes brimming with tears as her hand’s grip began to loosen.

“Yeonha,” Jungkook tightened his grip on her hand before she had the change to pull away. “We’ve been dating for only two months. Don’t you think that it’s too early to be saying that?”

“When did you and {Name} say to each other?”

After the third date.

Jungkook didn’t have an excuse for that either.

His silence was enough to make a single tear fall from her eyes. “Will you ever love me as much as you loved him?”

“That’s not fair, Yeonha.” Jungkook stood up, clenching his jaw and rolling his eyes. The guilt he was feeling was now gone and replaced with frustration. “Me and {Name} were together for ten years, married for eight of that. It’ll take time for us to reach that level of connection—”

“Stop avoiding my questions!”

“What do you want me to say, Yeonha?” Jungkook snapped, eyes wide with irritation. “I’m sorry that my feelings for you aren’t as strong as they were for {Name} at the start but over time it’ll get there. I’ve just been with him longer so—”

“But they were strong enough for you to end your marriage.” Yeonha interrupted again, pointing out with an evident smirk on her lips.

Jungkook’s eyes hardened and his hands that were resting by his sides clenched into fists.

“Because if I remember correctly,” she thought aloud while tapping her fingers against her chin. “When we were on tour, you told me how you and {Name}’s marriage was failing and that the feelings you both had for each other weren’t the same anymore.”

Yeonha then stood up and approached him. “And I also remember how I was the one with you that night, comforting you while you were hurting.”

Jungkook stopped breathing, heart sinking at the reminder. “Stop—” he tried to mumble out but Yeonha was already continuing with a cocky smirk on her lips.

“How you kissed me that night,” she grinned widely. “Your lips were so soft, and how you held in me in your arms—”

“Stop!” Jungkook shouted, eyes flaring.

He remembers that night very clearly. You and him talked for the first time since he left for tour—which was exactly one month later. Which was suppose to be a calm, sweet phone call ended up being a screaming match between the both of you. The short conversion ended with you two hanging up on each other without saying a simple goodbye. Jungkook was hurt. The first time you two talk to each other and it ends in arguments. He wanted to forget the fight you both had so he decided to go to a bar and drink some alcohol, hoping that the burning sensation from various beverages going down his throat would help.

Jungkook wanted to go alone—but Yeonha joined him anyway, ignoring his protests. The rest of that night was a complete blur to him, but nonetheless, he still remembers kissing her very clearly. He just doesn’t remember what led up to that moment.

“I was drunk—we both were,” he spat.

“But you still kissed me regardless,” Yeonha smirked, leaning up on her tip toes and pressing her lips gently against Jungkook’s cheek.

Guilt flooded Jungkook’s veins. He just wanted to be alone that night, to bury himself in alcohol and forget about the stupid fight, forget about the harsh words the both of you spat at one another, or the tears that glistened in his eyes and mostly in your eyes too. He never intended to cheat on you.

Nobody knew about that night except for himself and Yeonha—not even his hyungs. He was just lucky that nobody took pictures of him with her.

Before he said anything, Jungkook suddenly felt his phone vibrate in his pocket. And when checking on it, he only saw that it was a simple reminder about his flight. But what caught his attention wasn’t the reminder, but his wallpaper instead.

It was a picture of you and Minho on his first day of kindergarten, him sitting on your lap with bright smiles on both of your faces. Jungkook was upset that he couldn’t attend his son’s orientation that day because of rehearsals, but you were quick to reassure him that it was alright and made sure to send him lots of photos of Minho. Some of the pictures were of him choosing his seat and cubbyhole for the year, and others were of him talking to some of the other students. Minho was such a social butterfly back then—back before everything went to shit.

And till this day, Jungkook still kept it as his phone’s background.

“Just admit it, baby.” Yeonha spoke up, tearing Jungkook from his thoughts. “If it wasn’t for me, you’d still be in that loveless marriage.” Her fingers ran slowly along Jungkook’s arm, making his jaw clench. If he wasn’t angry before, he definitely was now.

It wasn’t a ‘loveless’ marriage. You two just fought a lot, grew unhappy with one another. The love he had for you was still there, it just wasn’t the same or as strong anymore.

“I’ve got to go,” was the only thing Jungkook said before leaving Yeonha alone in her room, utterly speechless.

He didn’t want to say anything he’ll regret.

“What are you doing here?”

You stood there, frozen in place with your lips parted and eyes wide, staring at Jungkook who stood in front of you with his suitcase placed at his feet.

“You said Minho missed me,” was his only reply.

“But—” you were interrupted at the sound of another voice calling your name, causing you to turn around to see Cho walking down the stairs.

“{Name},” she shouts, “Have you seen Minho’s favorite plushie? He wants to pack it for Hawaii, but he can’t find it anywhere. He’s practically tearing apart his room right now trying to—” she suddenly pauses, eyes glaring and jaw tightening at the sight of Jungkook. “What are you doing here?”

“To see my son.” Jungkook answered bluntly, his soft eyes that were recently focused on you hardening when shifting towards Cho.

The two of them never got along, even before you and Jungkook’s marital problems started. She would always say how he wasn’t good enough for you, and that you shouldn’t waste your time on someone like him who won’t have enough time for you. It infuriated Jungkook.

You sighed, “I’ll go help him find it. Try not to break anything you two.”

Jungkook watched as you then walked away before entering the house with his suitcase at his side. As you left to go upstairs and help Minho, he was now left alone with Cho.

Luckily it wasn’t for long, because about ten minutes later Minho himself was running down the stairs and sprinting towards him with the widest grin Jungkook has ever seen on his face in a very long time, shouting “Appa!”

Jungkook caught him and lifted him in the air, peppering his chubby face with smalls kisses. The sound of Minho’s laughter made his heart flutter inside his chest. While entertaining his son with playful kisses and tickles, Jungkook was also unaware of the pair of eyes watching the heartwarming scene.

As you stood on the last step of the staircase, you couldn’t help but smile at the sight.

“I’m heading out,” Cho stood beside you, and before you had the time to interject she added, “You two have things to work out before tomorrow and I don’t want to intrude.”

You only nod. “Call me if you need anything.”

At the sound of a door closing, Jungkook tore his gaze away from Minho to see you standing beside the front entrance, alone, and when your eyes met it was like time stopped completely.

This is the first time you two are in the same room together since the fight. After that and him moving out, the only time the both of you would contact one another is when exchanging Minho between each other. And even then, neither of you would say anything to each other, only send a quick message of your location and that’s it.

As your eyes stared into his, you can’t help but feel inside your chest the heavy beating of your heart. It hurt how strong your heart was beating you from internally. It almost felt like everything was back to normal, when you’d get home from work late and find Jungkook and Minho playing in the living room. You would join them, of course, but that wasn’t the case anymore.

You can’t. You three aren’t a family anymore. You and Jungkook are just two single parents who just happen to have the same kid. If the three of you acted like one, the only thing you’d do would create hope for Minho, false hope that his parents would get back together again, which wasn’t happening.

“I’ll go make snacks,” you said before leaving, still feeling Jungkook’s eyes burning into your back.

.

.

.

Jungkook was different, was your first thought while watching the movie.

About an hour into the movie, you couldn’t help but notice the only time Jungkook would smile was whenever Minho would glance up at him. Other than that, he’d have this straight, emotionless look on his face that you couldn’t describe.

“Hey,” you spoke in a low whisper, careful to not bother Minho who was deepily focused on the movie. “Are you alright? You seem upset.”

Jungkook only shrugged, “It’s nothing. Yeonha and I just had some stupid fight, that’s all.”

“What was it about?”

You, was on the tip of Jungkook’s tongue, but chose to shake his head dismissingly instead. “I don’t want to talk about it.”

“You should’ve stayed with her,” you suggested. “This is your last night here before the trip. Don’t you think you should spend time with your girlfriend?”

“She knows that Minho is more important.” Jungkook’s words made Minho glance up at him and flash him a toothy grin, making your ex-husband smile back down at him.

“How about you?” Jungkook then asked you. “How are things going with you and Jaehyun? Is he alright with this trip?”

His question caused your breath to hitch. “We’re not seeing each other anymore.”

“Oh—” Jungkook’s eyes widen with curiosity.

“Yeah,” you smile awkwardly. “I told him that I’m not ready to date just yet and that right now I only want to focus on me and Minho. We both decided to just stay friends.”

Friends. That word mocked you. Even though Jaehyun was nothing but understanding when you told him about your decision, things still changed between the both of you. The two of you didn’t act like friends anymore, but instead treated each other like colleagues.

But perhaps this was for the best. You would much rather have a professional relationship with your boss rather than a romantic one with no real feelings.

Jungkook opened his mouth, noticing your guilt-filled expression, but no words were able to come out.

“I’m nervous for tomorrow,” you spoke up after a brief silence.

Jungkook sighed, “I am too.” He then held his hand out, making you stare at his open palm. “But we’ll get through this together.”

Hesitantly, you slowly laced your fingers with his and glanced at him with a small, soft smile, heart quickening at the feeling his hand squeezing around yours.

“Together.”

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[finalgirlkateausten]

Sick Day

So this drabble goes with a larger au, which is currently an in-progress multichap that will be up... at some point. Huge huge thank yous to @freetobegrace and @andreasbayden for the inspiration for this! We've all kinda been talking about a Ted Lasso au where Rebecca and Rupert had a kid, and I've finally gotten around to writing it. Could not be more honored to brainstorm with these lovely people ❤

Summary: Rebecca gets a call from her son's school that she needs to pick him up because he's gotten sick... but technically, it's Rupert's week for custody.

Monday morning sees Rebecca in an utterly foul mood that even biscuits from Ted hardly help. It’s storming outside, a torrential downpour, she has three more days until she sees her son again, and coming off a semi-relaxing weekend to a mountain of contract re-negotiations and relegation costs is enough to make anyone miserable.

The biscuits and her lunch plans with Higgins are the only bright spots in a day she already knows will be filled with paper cuts and ink stains, so she’s even slightly relieved when her phone rings. Talking to another person is almost always better than staring at a screen or signing documents until her hand is cramping. She picks up her cell phone quickly, frowning when she sees the contact name for James’ school scrolling across the screen.

“This is Rebecca Welton,” she answers.

”Ms. Welton, this is Lucy, the school nurse at Richmond Primary School, are you available to pick James up today?” the young woman sounds unreasonably chipper, and there’s the sound of a keyboard clacking, even through the phone. ”He threw up in class and is running a fairly high fever.”

“Yes, of course,” she answers immediately, swallowing bile in her throat as she realizes what she has to say. “But, ah… technically James should go home with his father. He has custody this week.”

”James specifically asked that we call you instead,” the nurse responds. ”He says he’s felt bad all day, but his dad told him he needed to go to school anyway.”

Rebecca mulls that over. James isn’t normally one for exaggeration, but Rupert won’t be at all forgiving just because she got the call and their son asked for her. “Would it be too much trouble for me to speak to him?”

”Not at all.” There’s shuffling on the other end, and then James speaks, sounding tired and puny even over the phone.

”Are you going to come pick me up, Mum? I don’t feel good.”

“I’m very sorry about that,” she says, her heart aching at the thought of not being there for her son. “But James, you technically are supposed to go home with your dad.”

”Dad doesn’t even believe I’m sick,” the nine-year-old protests. ”I told him I didn’t feel good this morning, and he said I should ‘buck up and walk it off’. Even Bex-who-I-don’t-like--” he always says her name like that, all together, as if the descriptor is a part of it-- ”Put her hand on my forehead and said I felt warm. But he just ignored her!”

At that, Rebecca’s last flake of charitability toward her ex-husband vanishes, washed down the storm sewer with the rain. “Alright, I’ll be right there. You don’t have to go back to your dad’s this week, not if he can’t even take care of you when you’re sick. I’m sorry you had to go to school feeling bad, James. I love you.”

”Thanks, Mum. I love you too.”

Not half an hour later, she’s in the back of the Rolls Royce with James dozing in her lap. She clicks on Higgins’ contact in her phone-- she really needs to change that name-- and waits as it rings.

”Hello? Why are you calling me from your office?”

“I’m not in my office,” she says, keeping her voice low and absentmindedly stroking James’ hair. His forehead is damp with sweat. “Sorry, but I’m going to have to cancel our lunch plans; James got sick at school so I’m taking him home. I assume he’ll sleep and I’ll be able to answer emails and whatnot as usual.”

”Oh, I’m sorry to hear that,” Higgins says. She can practically hear his hesitation through the phone.

“I’d like you to call Rupert for me.”

All she gets for that is a sigh.

“He’s going to be spitting mad if he finds out at school pickup, you’d best call now,” she continues. “Quite frankly, I don’t care if I’m in violation of the custody agreement, James told him he was sick this morning-- and he was-- and Rupert blatantly ignored him.”

”I’ll do it, I’ll do it,” Higgins says, ”But I’m a director of football operations, Rebecca, not a divorce lawyer.”

“And you’re quite good at your job,” she says. “I’m just asking you to do me a favor, Leslie. Please and thank you.”

”Alright,” he agrees, ”but if he tries to press the issue, I’m telling him to call you.”

Higgins must offer some sort of suitable explanation, because Rebecca has a good hour of peace and quiet before her phone rings. She tucks James into bed, singing softly and rubbing his back until he fully drifts off. Once she’s positioned a trash can by the side of his bed, she heads to the kitchen, ignoring her work emails in favor of starting up a pot of chicken soup.

Even though the work she does ultimately have to do is the same as what she’d be doing at the club, it feels nicer at home, sitting in the large beanbag in the corner of her son’s room. Her back is going to complain to her about this later, but it’s worth it, to be able to watch over him. Rebecca occasionally unfolds herself from her cross-legged position to check on him closer, pressing her hand or her lips to his forehead. The fever doesn’t seem better, but she’s made an appointment with the doctor already, so that’s good.

When her phone rings, she heaves a sigh and steps from the room, crossing her fingers that the conversation stays civil, though she knows that’s unlikely.

“This is Rebecca Welton…”

[queenoftheworldisdead]

Off Schedule Chapter 2

Summary: Slow burn. Brad Pitt is your boss and he is going through a divorce. Warning teasing and dirty talk smut

Brad Pitt x Reader

Note: I know nothing of divorce or child custody. Just speaking on how i think it works.

Any critiques to make me better are more than welcome.

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6, Chapter 7, Chapter 8,

He got up and rounded his desk to greet Jonah as he entered the door.

"I can assume your not here to go out for drinks?" Brad tittered as he turned to walk back to his desk.

"I wish." Jonah snickered as he followed. "Imagine my surprise when I get a call from your wife's legal team. Why am I not finding out from my client?"

Brad sat at his desk grabbing the divorce papers handing them over to Jonah to read over.

"She is trying to dissolve the prenup" Jonah read out one of the line items in the document. Looking from the papers back to Brad.

"The prenup becomes null and void only on the grounds of infidelity" Jonah reassured, he had been the one to write out the prenup after all. 

Brad raked his fingers through his hair then stroking the stubble on his chin. "She is claiming infidelity" he groaned. "She came here last Friday out of the blue and railed. Accusing me of cheating on her, showing me screen grabs of some conversation. That never happened that supposedly came from my phone" he was defensive

"That's bullshit. Those could be faked, numbers can be cloned, we just need to pull your official cell phone records. They would throw that out." Jonah perked up. This could be thrown out easily he thought to himself.

"I met with Jen" he looked away folding his arms across his chest.

"Jesus Christ! Brad what were you thinking" Jonah walked over to the couch in Brad's office to take a seat. This was going to be hard to fix.

Jen was Brad's first wife and the owner of Centeral Perk. He had bought her that coffee shop for her anniversary. It was the shop where they first met and had their first date. There were so many happy memories there. So when Brad asked for a divorce that is all she wanted.

When it was all finalized she changed her name back to Aniston and moved out. She could've taken half of everything, but she didn't. After that he received a scalding from Jonah for not getting one. He was the reason he got one for his marriage to Angelina.

"Nothing happened. We met for lunch. She is getting remarried and... she is pregnant." Brad said, getting up to lean against his desk to face him.

Jonah hung his head down. This was becoming more complicated.

"It's not mine." Brad assured him.

"But the optics look bad, Brad." Jonah looked back up at him. "If she can get this trial expedited for any reason she could use that"

"How? It's not even mine Joe." Brad barked at Jonah.

"She can accuse you of being the father giving reasonable doubt.  For god sakes you cheated on your first wife with her. Her legal team is good like really good. You basically put blood in the water Brad."

"But the kid isn't mine. I haven't touched her. We had one lunch" he defended 

"The only way to prove that in court would be a paternity test." Jonah paused to take a deep breath. "And what do you think the chances Jen would let you do an early paternity test? Huh? It would be too dangerous. She wouldn't risk it."

"Oh and lets not forget her coffee shop is walking distance from this building."

*Ring Ring

Reaching back he answered "What" He was pissed again.

Swallowing hard."Sorry sir, but Mr. Reeves just got off the elevator and is heading your way. Do you want me to stop him at the door?" You tried to hide the nervousness you felt.

Sign "Shit....No let him through"

"Yes sir"

*Click

Keanu burst through the door closing behind him.

"What the fuck is happening?"

"She wants Terrilum. If she gets the prenup dissolved she will be entitled to half his shares that includes board seats. We would lose majority holdings. We wouldn't be able to fight against merges, sales or them pushing us out completely." Brad's words hit like a brick across their faces.

The room fell silent. Keanu began pacing the room stroking is beard trying to this.

"Does she want to sell" Keanu asked. Brad only shrugged.

"What are you saying? She just woke up one day and said I want a divorce and my husbands company?" Keanu charged at Brad. Brad stood and the men were almost nose to nose.

Jonah rushed from the couch to breakup the group.

"Is there anything you're not telling us?" Keanu fumed.

"Ke you know me. I'm not lying. I didn't cheat this time, she is the mother of my children, I love her for fuck sakes. I left Jen for her!" He shouted defensively.

Mr. Hill and Mr. Reeves left Mr. Pitt's office visibly frustrated. You thought to speak up, but your words got caught in your throat. You watched them walk to the elevator and enter without a word amongst them.

When he asked you to start rebooking meetings you thought things were going back to normal somewhat, but after seeing those two you weren't so sure.

*Buzz Buzz The noise from your cell startled you. Grabbing your phone you saw new a message from Jen.

You had joined the company on the tail end of his first marriage. When you met Jennifer she would always be so nice to you. Coffee runs to Central Perk was a daily occurrence and when she needed a taste tester you were always first to volunteer.

After the divorce though your visits lessened. You had lied to her multiple times about her husbands whereabouts at his request. You had always felt guilty about it, but you didn't want to risk your job so you hurt her in the process. Eventually Jennifer called you out for avoiding her. She  assured you she didn't blame you for what her ex made you do. With that weight lifted you were slowly able to rebuild the friendship you had.

"Y/N!" She rounded the counter and gave you a big hug. Jen walked you over to a booth. "So your probably wondering why I brought you here....Justin Proposed" she said excitedly showing you her gorgeous engagement ring. "..and I'm pregnant."

Your eyes went wide "Oh my gosh congratulations? When are you due? Is the wedding before or after. I'm so excited for you"

You sat and talked with her and she gave you the details on everything.

"You know your invited right?" Your eyes went wide "Really? Are you sure?" Jen lifted the decorative wedding invitation and handed it to you.

"I'm having a baby shower/ bachelorette party. Might as well have a two for one" she said as she rubbed her belly" she was beaming with excitement.

This was going to put a huge dent in your finances, but Jen was worth it. "I'll be there with bells on."

"Sweet! Now get back to work before he who shall not be named starts wondering where you ran off to" she kidded.

"Alright, alright kick me out fine" you chided. You both got up from the booth and hugged before you headed back to the office.

5 missed calls all from him. You wanted to crawl under your desk and hide. This couldn't be good. You could practically relive the moments from Tuesday. You hadn't been gone that long surely he wouldn't have noticed. But it made you nervous to pick up that phone to call him back.

After another minute of debating with yourself on what to do you picked up the phone and called him. What if he knew you went to Jen's would that make it worse. Your heart beat was louder than the ringing of the phone.

Brad took off his blazer and placed it on the back of his chair. Rolling up his sleeves he contemplated where he went wrong this time.

3 months.

The realization came out of the blue as he gazed out his mammoth window. He hadn't been intimate for 3 months.

Though it wasn't from lack of trying on his part. He worked late sure and he understood that she was exhausted with taking care of the twins so he tried surprising her. Brad would book trips to islands or reserve a dinner at her favorite restaurants, but she declined every time. Coming up with one excuse after another.

She almost screamed his head off the time he got her driver to take her off course to meet him at Tiffany's. After so much rejection he stopped trying and carried himself at work.

She had been cheating he was more sure of it now. All the excuses had been familiar to him. Thinking back to Jen, of how he treated her he knew the signs, but ignored them all.

If he was right the most she would get would be joint parental custody. Brad wouldn't be so cruel as her to request full custody, he wouldn't do that to the twins.With no alimony that would not be enough to sustain the lifestyle she had become accustom to.

She was fighting for survival he realized. Her glamorous life would be in ruins and her new lover's wallet must not be able to compare to his. It was all a hunch, but the more he thought on it the more it all made sense.

Brad's door crept open, pivoting to the door he found you walking in. You nearly tripped over your own feet as you entered the room, but this time you didn't fall.

"Mr. Pitt" you spoke softly as you got closer to his desk. He moved from the window to sit. "I just want to apologize for being so bad."

His eye brows furrowed. "Look y/n you have nothing to apologize for. I..." Brad started to explain before you rounded his desk suddenly. Dropping to your hands and knees before him.  

His words caught in his throat as you start to crawl towards him. Brad froze unable to move when you spun his chair around to face you. Your hands slowly stretched over his thighs, lifting up to his chair, you climb into his lap. Locking him in-between your thighs, your skirt hiking up revealing your panties. As you descended your weight pressed on him. He could feel his pants becoming damp, your panties had soaked through the thin fabric.

"I'm so sorry Mr. Pitt" you say biting your bottom lip. "I've been so naughty" you writhed on him. Arching your back you nonchalantly unbutton your top exposing your bra.

"Fuck me...please" leaning into his chest you whispered into his ear. You pulled your breast from the cups and urged his hand to feel them. He hesitantly lifted one hand to take one and caress it, tweaking your nipple making you squeal.

"Please sir fuck my pussy" you begged has you grind him hard. His cock stiffening as a growl slipped his lips he took both hands to smack your ass.

"Ahhh... are you going to punish me now" you looked at him with puppy dog eyes.

Gripping your ass tightly he rose to his feet. Walking forward to lay you across the top of his desk. He took a step back and you released your legs from his waist. Brad fumbled with his belt, undoing his button a lowering the zipper allowing his pants to pool at his feet. While you waited you rubbed your fingers over your panties while holding your legs apart. You whined on his desk as you pulled the fabric tightly against your pussy so that your lips imprinted on them.

Tracing along the band you hooked your thumbs on the elastic and wiggled your hips. Lifting your legs in the air to pull the panties off.

Your hand snaked between your legs letting them rest in the air. Brad could see your juices leaking from your folds licking his lips. You grin up at him as he pulled himself out. The thick length throbbing in his hand as he stroked his erection. Stepping closer he pressed his bulge onto your folds. Making his member slick, rubbing the tip on your clit, prodding it at your entrance.

"Fuck me sir" pulling your hands up to your breast you pinched your nipples.

"Shit" he hissed. His precum mixing with your juices.

*Ring Ring

Startled he watched the phone blink and sound for a moment before picking it up. You hadn’t been there. Collecting himself he picked up the phone.

"Um.. Mr. Pitt sorry I stepped away from my desk for a moment did you need me for something?" You ask over the phone.

He needed a release.

Chapter 3 >>>

[xhusu]

So I wanted to talk about Yukine and how he ended up with his father, his mom leaving him behind and Yuka.

I just watched a video of a french youtuber, Louis-san, a hafu (french/japanese) talking about Japan’s bad sides. And a big part of his video is about child kidnapping.

It is not just a stranger taking a child but really a parent taking the child from the other one. There is no custody arrangement when parents divorce in Japan. If the child “decide” to live with one parents, it’s forever. Today, some parents are still fighting in the country to change the law, some parents never saw their child again, it’s the law and they can’t do much. 20% of the children in Japan go throught this kind of kidnapping, it’s not something that’s rare.

The deal of Yukine’s parents was a child per parent. Yuka and him played rock-paper-scissor and the winner had to stay with the father. Yukine won. I think that if Yuka won, she would have died way before him. It was because of her that the two parents divorced. Plus, the father said “Yuka or Haru”, he’s using Yukine’s nickame, not his name. I do think that the bastad prefered him in a way.

Anyway, what we have to understand is that once the divorce is stated, once the child is with one parent, it’s over. The mom can’t do much. Plus, we know that we are around the 70s/80s, things weren’t the same for women and I’m pretty sure that Yukine’s father wouldn’t have had a real punishment for his behavior if they called the police (he wasn’t killing them, “””just””” beating them, which is awful but I’m pretty sure there wouldn’t have been a real thing if not a threat).

The mother now. So, always smiling, a little off, a little lost. She did what Yuka asked her to do without any question, she laughed when her husband got angry and asked if she shouldn’t have signed this paper. Something’s wrong. Maybe she was mentally ill and if so she is NOT in the wrong. If she can’t think for HERSELF and do what she is ASKED to do by her DAUGHTER, without asking questions, she is NOT the one at fault. Let me explain. If she really was ill, psychologicaly speaking, then she was also victim. Some mentally ill person can’t take care of themself and they don’t even understand what’s going on. If she is not ill, she’s a bitch. But if she is, then we can’t say much. She married someone who took advantage of her condition. Plus they seemed poor, to get her son back, she would have had to pay a lawyer, etc. Maybe she couldn’t afford that. And if even today, some parents doesn’t manage to win the fight and take back their child, I’m pretty sure it was worse in the 70s. The mother did what she was asked to do. I don’t think Yuka forced her to do more since they already lost their home, their stuff and had to start a new life. The divorce was enough.

Now let’s talk about Yuka because damn this poor girl went through so much. I think that Yuka was 3 years older than her brother. Why? When you look at their heights on the wall, we see when they started to do it: Haru 3yo and Yuka 6yo. So, when Yukine died, she was probably 17yo. But when their parents divorced? Yukine wasn’t 14yo or 13yo, he was way too small. I’d guess maybe 9yo? Then, Yuka was around 12yo. She asked her mom to divorce the bastard around 12yo, maybe a little more. Do you really think that after everything, a 12yo would force her mother to do more to get her brother back? Even if it costs money for a lawyer and that they now have nothing? Even if she had no evidences of the abuse since the neighbours thought that their father was an okay guy? Even if her mom was mentally ill? It seems horrible but what could she do? She still was a child. She was the one that was comforted by her little brother, she was suicidal, she was broken. 

I always thought that they sent each other letters because of the anime. But when you see her reaction about Yukine’s last letter, when Nora gave her, what did she said? “Haru wrote me a letter...?” They didn’t send each other letters. If she did, the father was probably recepting them to throw them away. And Yukine couldn’t. One letter caused his death. One last and only letter is what led to his death. Yuka was 17yo when he died, and she didn’t know. In France, you’re an “adult” at 18, you’re not a minor anymore. But in Japan? It’s 20yo. If Yuka searched for her brother, it was probably at this moment, 20yo. But guess what? If she did, she couldn’t find him. Maybe even today, she is searching for him. But she can’t find him. Haruki Tajima never went to highschool or college. Haruki Tajima never bought a house or a car. Haruki Tajima never got a job. Haruki Tajima never bought a phone, had no mobile phone plan. Haruki Tajima can’t be found anywhere since he’s dead. Even if she knows that he ran away, WHERE could she find any information? Her father that scarred her face and made her reach the point of trying to kill herself? Fear wouldn’t really let her see him. Or maybe she did but he just answered that he didn’t know.

So. What do we have? Yukine that can’t see his mother and sister anymore because of Japan’s law system about divorce. A mother that can’t do much since she’s (probably) ill and poor. And a sister that had to wait to start searching for her brother, when it was too late.

A family torn apart with an abusive and alcoholic father, a disabled mother completly lost and not understanding how grave the situation is, a sister too young and broken to do anything and a brother that just wants to live.

Ffs what a combo

[hotchscotchh]

Reimagined

Hey y’all! This is going to be my first multichapter fic and I am excited :) I wasn’t sure what to call it, so I went with “Reimagined” because I guess that’s kind of what I’m attempting to do here? But that’s all fanfiction, really. This is mildly NSFW!

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x Spencer Reid

Warnings: canon typical violence, kind of smut? I guess

Word Count: 1.7k

A special thanks to @Reidology for your beta-ing and support!

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Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5

Based on 3x14, Damaged

Chester Hardwick. A serial killer that managed to take the lives of twenty-three women before he was caught. Hardwick had decided he was ready to talk, and Spencer Reid couldn’t have been more excited to get into this man’s mind. Hotch, on the other hand, was just plain angry, and for good reason. Haley was being completely unfair with this divorce. He figured if he had something else to focus on, the pain and anger would leave the forefront of his mind, at least momentarily.

None of that interview had gone as planned. Hotch had tried to fight Hardwick after the man revealed his plans of killing two FBI agents to get out of the death penalty, thinking maybe he could put his anger to good use. Reid, though, had been able to talk him down, and likely saved his superior’s life, talking and distracting Hardwick for the thirteen minutes they had before the guards returned.

Hotch was impressed. He’d never seen someone distract an unsub for that amount of time, let alone calm him down enough to deter his plan of killing so instantly. But a play on narcissism was always a strong one.

Reid was… Well, Reid was turned on, to say the least. This sort of adrenaline always got him going. And seeing his boss all puffed up, ready to kill the man who had just threatened to kill them? That was a thought for another time.

“So, Haley wants me to sign the divorce paper uncontested so nobody wastes money on lawyers,” Hotch started, when they were in the car on the way back to D.C. “You don’t want to?” Reid questioned. “What I want I’m not gonna get,” Hotch replied, leaving Reid puzzled. “What is it you want, Hotch?” He didn’t get an answer.

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Back in Quantico, the team had just wrapped up another case. Reid was currently witnessing a very confusing encounter. Kevin had just stopped Rossi and said they needed to talk “man to man,” and then JJ sang some song about Garcia and Kevin and a tree? He had no idea what was going on. Instead of continuing to sit there confused (no one would explain it to him for some reason, apparently what was happening was obvious), Spencer decided to go check on Hotch. He had obviously not taken Haley’s request well, and the interview couldn’t have helped.

“Hotch,” Reid said quietly, knocking on the office door and poking his head in. “Come in Reid, close the door,” Hotch replied, not looking up from his paperwork. Reid sat down in the chair across from Aaron and handed him a file. “My reports for the interview.” “Thank you, Reid, I appreciate you getting this done so quickly. I wanted to apologize for the situation I put you in today, it really was not appropriate. I shouldn’t have provoked him the way I did,” Hotch stated in full “Unit Chief” mode. “Hotch,” Reid began, pausing and making sure the words that were about to come out of his mouth were going to come out correctly. “Let me take you out for dinner tonight. I think you need someone to talk to, and honestly, I probably do too.” Reid didn’t really need to talk, he had been doing much better in the aftermath of Hankel recently, but he did know that his boss would be more likely to say yes if he thought it wouldn’t only be to benefit him. Hotch looked up from his paperwork, gave Reid a look the younger man couldn’t decipher, and thought for a few moments. “Well,” Aaron answered, “that actually sounds lovely. Let me just finish this last file and I’ll come get you. I’m assuming you took the metro?” Reid nodded. “Great. I’ll drive us and I can bring you home after. Think about where you want to go.”

Reid entered the bull pen with a faint smile on his face. Sitting down at his desk, he thought back to how Hotch looked preparing to defend himself and Spencer from that highly dangerous man and found himself beginning to get hard. He shook his head as if he could shake the thoughts from his mind and walked to the bathroom to splash some cold water on his face. He wasn’t supposed to think about coworkers like that. Especially not his boss. It wasn’t Spencer’s fault the man was so effortlessly attractive. Spencer then reminded himself that his boss was married. It was a failing marriage, but the thought sobered him up either way. He made his way back to the bull pen and saw the face Morgan was making at him. “What, do I have something on my face?” he asked. “No,” Morgan replied. “You just were in Hotch’s office, came back all pale, and ran off to the bathroom. Are you feeling ok?” “Fine, just got a little nauseous for a moment. I’m okay now. Thanks for asking though, I appreciate it,” Reid answered, only half lying about the feeling of nausea.

Aaron came out of his office almost an hour later, finding Reid lost in a book at his desk. “Reid,” he called out softly, placing a hand softly on his shoulder as to not startle him too much. Reid jumped and looked up at him. “Hotch! You scared me,” he exclaimed. “Sorry,” Hotch chuckled. “I’m also sorry I took so long, I got call from the Wichita police department.” Reid looked up at him, disappointment showing clearly in his eyes. “No case,” Hotch said quickly, noticing the disappointment. “They were just letting me know how that case from a few weeks ago turned out. Our unsub was prosecuted to the fullest extent of the law, landing him with three life sentences, no parole. Have you decided where you want to go for dinner?” Reid nodded and stood up, collecting his belongings and making his way towards the doors of the BAU.

Spencer didn’t begin to feel nervous until he was sitting in the front of Hotch’s SUV. Hotch turned to look at him and asked, “so, where are we going?” Reid replied, “it’s a surprise. I’ll just be your backseat driver and give you directions. Turn right out of the parking lot.”

Twenty minutes later, they were sitting in front of a small Greek diner. “Did you know that Greek is my favorite?” Hotch asked, a small smile playing across his lips. His very kissable lips, Reid thought. Spencer blushed and looked away. “Yeah,” he answered quietly. “I thought you might want comfort food. I don’t really have experience, except for my own parent’s divorce, but I know what you’re going through can’t be easy.” Hotch’s smile grew. “Thank you, Reid.” They got out of the car and made their way into the restaurant.

“I’ll bet you that I can order for you and it’ll be exactly what you were thinking about ordering,” Hotch said, out of nowhere. “What’s on the line?” Reid asked. “Loser pays for dinner.” “You’re on, I’ll make the same bet,” Spencer answered, silently deciding he would wait on the difficult conversation until they received their food. The waitress approached their table and Hotch informed her they would be ordering for each other. The waitress gave a small smile, looking between the two of them. “Of course,” she said, leaning down to look over Hotch’s shoulder to see what he was pointing at on the menu before turning to Reid and doing the same.

The next fifteen minutes were filled mostly with Spencer finally getting an explanation as to what had occurred between Garcia, Kevin, and Rossi. Spencer laughed, not believing he hadn’t picked up on it. Their food arrived then, putting a stop to their conversation. The two men looked down at the food set in front of them. Reid had ordered a Greek soup for Hotch, and Hotch ordered Reid a pork gyro. They looked back up at each other and both said, “you win,” before laughing. “How about this,” Reid started. “I’ll pay this time, and you get the next one.” “The next one?” Hotch questioned. “Well, I hope there’ll be another, I don’t know about you, Hotch, but I’ve really enjoyed myself tonight.” Aaron looked back up smiling in a way that Reid had never seen before. “I have too, Reid.”

“So,” Spencer started cautiously. “Let’s talk. You never answered my question in the car before. What is it that you want?” Hotch heaved a sigh, looking down at his lap before resignedly looking back up to meet his subordinate’s eyes and said, “you can’t tell anyone anything about what I’m going to say.” Reid nodded earnestly, excited that the man was going to open up to him. “Haley wants full custody. Which, in reality, makes sense because of how often we’re away, but it means I’m not going to be able to see him anywhere near as much as I want to.” “That’s all, Hotch?” “Yeah.”

Reid thought for a few moments before speaking up again. “Why don’t you ask for skype or phone calls at least every other night? I know he’s little, but hearing your voice will be good for him. And for when you’re home, ask to have him at least two nights a week. Weeks we have off and holidays can be negotiated by the two of you privately. You know, her lawyers are probably just making an unfair offer to get you to contest it so they can make more money. She is a reasonable person. I’m sure she’ll be willing to compromise.” That was a lot for Hotch to take in. Letting out another sigh, Aaron looked back up as Spencer and replied, “That’s actually fairly realistic. I’ll talk to her about it. If she’s not willing to change, this is just going to have to get messy.” Relaxing back in his seat, Hotch gave a small smile. “I should come to you for advice more often, Spencer.”

That night, when Spencer got home from work, he got himself off to the thought of his (married) boss and only felt guilty for an hour. Or three.

[psicostyles]

LOVING ME TAKES PATIENCE

This is OC! x single dad! Harry.

I hope you enjoy it as much as I did. Comments are always welcome. Enjoy

1k598 words.

PART ONE

For now, you need to pay attention to this equation. There is this theory that says - mathematically speaking - positive added with positive, it's equal to positive. This means that, if you have positive action in your life and you add some more, the result shall be positive as well, isn't it? You see, Harry started to work very early in his life to help his mom take care of their home. Late in school, he also had a part-time job so he could save some money for college, he was very into numbers so he was planning to go to Computer Engineering in college just after he finished school.

But not everything is just the way we want right? Harry was dating this beautiful girl since his first year of high school. Started with a friendship, when both noticed that what they felt was more than just friendship, so it was given a shot, and since then they got together. Add this sequence to your equation: Two young people in love, plus, hormones burning in their skin after some shots of tequila, multiply to an empty bathroom. What do we have? Yes, an unplanned pregnancy. They were both sitting in Karen's bathroom when the test result showed two lines, just proving their theory. Karen told him about two weeks ago she didn't get her period yet, he said "Don't worry, everything is gonna fine, yeah? You told me that things like that can happen" He for the first time, wasn't right. Harry was always right about things. Karen was pregnant and devasted. Sure she wanted to be a mother someday, but that doesn't mean it needed to happen right now when there was so much ahead. Both did. They were devastated, and so were their parents, actually they are disappointed. The four of them were. But still decided to keep their baby angel.

And thank God they did it.

She was their little jar of happiness and joy. Wasn't easy to get where they are right now. So much was left behind for this moment. Both worked hard so it was possible to buy every necessary little thing for their little Cassie - short for Cassandra, Karen's gramma. Double shifts and sleepless nights for Harry while trying to get everything settled, Karen working on her projects as well to open her little boutique. From nursery to studies sessions online to keep on track. It was a nightmare for both, until this exact moment when they held their little chubby-haired princess in their arms. She was such a pretty girl, a perfect mixture of his pale skin with the exact amount of melanin of her mother. Just perfect.

They got married when Cassie just began to walk. It wasn't a big ceremony, just signing some papers, and Cassie who was only 10 months old when walked down the aisle where they stan while waiting for her looking like two goofy. Cassie was holding a little box with the rings, and that was it. A perfect little wedding, for a perfect little family.

Until they weren't anymore.

Cassie was 3 years old when her parent got divorced. It was decided that Harry and Karen would have shared custody, for Cassie's sake. Weekdays for Harry, weekends for Karen. It was a decision for the three of them. Nothing bad happened with the couple for such a thing as divorce. Their wedding things didn't ring as right as one day did. That adolescent flame got colder, so it was the best solution. Harry was very hurt when they sat down to talk about it and got to terms and decided what was the best. After all, he loved Karen and what they had. After a while, he noticed what he loved was his idea of the perfect relationship they had. Nothing is always that perfect but in his head all they built, their home, their belongings, all the little things, and details...All of this was part of their history, but it was also a story that will never be erased. So the "happy ever after" they promised is still valid, they will be happy even if they are not together anymore. Their bond was forever, they ended on good terms, so everything was fine.

Even being ungraduated, Harry is working in computer engineering in a little building in the city, it wasn't as he planned but, at least he gets the money he needs. Cassie is 4 now, she is a kindergarten and a very smart and energetic little girl. Sometimes Harry is still astonished by how much energy she has. That was Karen's side, because he loved calm and silence, on the contrary of his girls. Karen wasn't his for a while now, but she is the mother of his child so, somehow she was still his girl in a non-possessive way.

This particular Tuesday, the requirements and schedules were calmer than normal. His supervisor, Jonah, sent an email to his team informing them, that they had a meeting in the afternoon with a potentially important client. Turns out this client wasn't from the UK or any other English speaker country, but a Spanish company, and to be honest the Spanish company called La Computacion, wasn't interested in a full English-only meeting. Not every single person in the entire build knew a second language which was a shame. Jonah found a last-minute translator so they could help them as soon as possible.

The meeting was at 3 pm, at 1:30 pm the translator was already there. Some co-workers weren't very comfortable with the foreign company, and many of them whispered ''Doesn't make sense, why they didn't get an English translator?" Harry was beside this particular worker and said

"Well Conan, it's not their fault if you decided not to study another language"

"Oh, you did study then?"

"I haven't" he confessed "But you didn't see me complain, did you?"

"You're such a little thing, Styles. That's why no one likes you"

Harry just rolled his eyes and left the cafeteria straight to the conference room where the meeting was about to happen. When he got into his seat, he looked around the room seeing some familiar faces, sometimes nodding in a silent 'hello'. He kept looking around when he saw it, right there in the right corner, sitting facing the marble table while reading what seemed to be noted, a tall golden skin with a wavy hair, looking attractive as hell just by existing. He was enchanted.

Jonah entered to room, went straight to the table where the lady was, and opened his computer typing something fast, suddenly the white screen plugged in to light up, and three unknown faces showed up. The lady that until then was sat in the corner, stud up beside Jonah.

"Good afternoon everyone," everybody responded and he continued "This is Rebeca Rojas our translator. Miss Rojas works with Mr. Sabino for a long time now, while I was panicking to adjust this meeting Mr. Sabino indicated to me, Miss Rojas. Believe me, when I say she is a life savior" he said laughing, the room joined him, so he continued, "Please Miss Rojas, introduce yourself"

Rebeca started to speak, she explained she was a translator, teacher, and interpreter in her free time. She works for a publishing company as a translator of Latin languages. Just after her presentation, Mr. Sabino started to speak, and so did Rebeca. As Sabino speak, Rebeca translated right away. He could swear, he was in love with her voice. She sounded so smooth, she was so quick and so interactive. The purpose of the meeting was to discuss a new platform they were trying to create for another company. And Sabino's company would sponsor their project. It would take some time since what they were proposing, would take a lot of work, and when I said a lot, I mean it. It was a big project, with interactive pages, online consultors and the options go on and on. The meeting lasted at least 1 hour and a half. In the meantime, Miss Rojas spoke non-stop, I mean just a few times to sip water. Harry keeps thinking he could never last the way she did.

Everybody was leaving the room, Harry waited so he could introduce himself, he had to admit it, he was feeling kinda shy. It was a hard-working woman who speaks more than one language, more than he could be someday as a human being. Was he exaggerating? Yeah, I think so.

"Hello," he said giving his hand for her to shake "My name is Harry, it's a pleasure"

She smiles and shakes his hand "It's a pleasure Harry. You're good?"

"I'm great, what about you?" she nodded saying she was fine "The conference was just incredible. I'm glad I could join...So I wanted to ask you, you mentioned you're a teacher right? You only teach Spanish?" she nodded.

She smiled brightly and answered:

"Well, yes I'm a teacher and all my work involves the romantic languages, and English, and a bit of German, I'm not that good, but I'm trying" she laughed.

Harry could barely contain himself, her laugh sounded like Christmas bells, he was just so impressed and being this beautiful...Got him right in the stomach.

"So, like..." he said but it was interrupted by her

"Harry I'd love to talk to you, but I kinda need to go. You know...paperwork" she said rolling her eyes.

He nodded "Oh, sure. Let me walk you out?" he said offering his arm, which she gladly embraced. 

After that, he went back to his duties. But his mind was far away.

If you got until here, let me know what you think? that would be very nice. Also, tell me if you want part two, I promise there is so much more dad! harry coming for you. Lots of hugs see ya! maybe(? its up to you tbh)

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[aestheticsuwu]

🌅Found Peace In Your Violence 🌅

Dean Winchester x Castiel

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Moving to a new place for a new start was always hard for Castiel . He wasn't really a people person , not because he didn't like them . It was just that his " people skills " are " rusty " as he likes to say .

His mother and Father liked to adopt & foster until they divorced .

Father had gotten custody of everyone and got remarried to Becky , my mother used to call her the annoying , crazy ,bitch etc , etc . He wonders how she's doing , she wasn't quite the best mother but he still  remembers everyone that comes and goes from his life .

His family was weird , they weren't like other family's.  It always seemed to be a competition among each other . It even caused almost half his siblings to leave and never look back . Anna is probably living the craziest life with no rules . 

Balthazer is probably running a fashion line . Or maybe there all with Lucifer breaking the rules and rebelling to everything. Although he thinks Balthazar would have gone far away from those three . He was the one he miss the most .

Father doesn't like talking about them , maybe he doesn't cares . We were after all kids he took in his home to create a batallion of soldiers that's what Gabriel says all the time . It was now 9 members of the family that was left  .  His Father , Becky , their son Alfie , Michael the oldest , Gabriel the trickster,   Eileen Leahy his favorite sister , she was the last child to be recruited from the foster house . I was the youngest one from the rest of the herd .

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His Mother was the first to go , should he still call her that . Once the divorce papers was filed , Naomi packed her stuff and slammed the door shut . Castiel waited for her to come back that night . Hours went by but she never came back .

Anna soon left after , She had left in there middle of the night .

Father wasn't upset he just announced that we should move soon .

3 week before moving , dad and Raphael had a fight . Father faced him and gave him ultimatum,  it had seemed for a while everything was alright . But Lucifer had other plans ,he had managed to convince raph that he shouldn't listen to father .

The move was cancelled , and when Gabriel had started prank wars against everyone Father wasn't even there to ground him . Balthazar told his siblings that he would soon move out he was 18 after all . He talked about his dreams , plans and adventures . Michael and lucifer didn't sticked around to listen  only Gabriel,  Eileen,  and him .

He promised that every time he would go visit a different place he would bring back souvenirs . And once he was stabled they would take a family trip together .

In their last hug castiel didn't want to let go , something told him that he wasn't gonna see him anymore .

When he was  15 , standing near  the porch in front the house waiting for Balthazar to appear until father shouted his name . They had to get on the road to head to their new home . All he could do was hold Eileen and Gabriel's hand .

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 Everything was calm , other than the fear of not knowing if you were the next victim of Gabriel's prank list .

Eileen was teaching him to get better at sign language . Michael was going to college while Lucifer was only 17 but seemed no to be interested in school . Becky had Alfie.  Silence didn't exist in the household .

. And for once he had a friend , He was kinda surprised she stucked around.

Her name was Kelly Kline , she was in the debate team and a Straight A student . He met her through Eileen . He understood why they both got along . Both were strong minded girls and didn't let anybody tell them shit .

Kelly wanted to make a change and she wanted both Eileen and him to help her . And to this day he doesn't understand why the world took her away soon .

She was pretty , she had raven hair and had a kind smile . She taught him good things can come out of the bad things . She made him want to do things he normally wouldn't do .

So he honestly didn't understand what she saw in Lucifer. They would constantly bicker but yet  they were together . Eileen would just let him rant about bees because she preferred that instead of seeing him wallow .

Gabriel would often give him advice that would make her  be interested but it usually involve some porno Gabe once watched . And Castiel usually didn't know If he was kidding or not .

But then suddenly His brother and best friend broke up . Kelly wanted to go out and forget she ever dated an asshole . Lucky for her They were invited to a party .

He doesn't quite remember that much of that night .

" Are you sure you want to do this . I think we are extremely intoxicated and not in our right minds . And we might doing a mistake that we will regret , I'm not saying I regret making out with you cause your an amazing girl I have ever meet besides Eileen but that's different cause she's my sister and I don't think of her that way , And now I made this so awkward by bringing up m- "

A hand covering his mouth making him stop ranting . looking up to see her , and the fear he once had just vanished just by looking at her smile

" Castiel ! There are alot of regrets that I have done including that I ever got involve with that douchebag . I just want to make a choice that I know won't end up as a mistake . "

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That choice was inevitable to hide , not because both Kelly and castiel started a somewhat relationship . It was revealed on a Thursday that Kelly was pregnant .

Lucifer was never one take responsibility for his actions , so he told her to get rid of it .

" yeah I'm not planning to do some father bonding or give up my plans for a baby that might not even be mine . Hey you can't lie and deny that you haven't been jumping back and forth with Novak brothers . But wow really castiel , but look at the bright side you can dump all that responsibility to him . He will believe anything - ".

The sound of the slap that Kelly gave him echoed but it wasn't enough so she kneed him on the balls and lastly punched him .

" I hope you rot in hell , "

That was the last conversation she had with him when Eileen told her he had left the house .  

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Father never showed  how it affected him when his children left . But now that Lucifer left , he started to drink again and he looked sad .

He shook it off when it had been a week later . It  seemed a good time to mention someone pregnancy.  Father didn't think the same , he was quite mad , especially when it was revealed that they weren't sure who the father was . He remained calm afterwards when they all agreed it was 90 percent Lucifers .

Castiel was only 18 and now left with the mess of his own brother .

Once he graduated he stopped seeing Kelly for 5 months . Eileen would lecture him how he was being a bad friend , how he should be more supportive. He let 2 more months pass by and he couldn't help but ask Eileen how was Kelly doing .

That's how he end up in her room , Kelly was glowing . She had belly bump , He apologized for not being by her side , for letting their friendship tumble down the drain . She forgave him , discussing what they had missed . Avoiding the topic of the elephant of the room , until the baby kicked .

Castiel loved the baby already .

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They never really tackled in depth of truth of who was the father . Castiel didn't put mind into it , since he felt the baby move he doesn't know how to explain it . it was like epiphany , a connection. 

So he soon took the role , he read books , used the internet , asked some questions from Becky that rambled on and on but he still got information he needed .  In favor that he would learn and be ready when his baby would come . He helped Becky with Alfie  , at first it was hard but then it was fine

" your gonna be alright , you got this castiel . "

" I hope so . "

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It happened so fast , his mind was so confused one second he's in bed and then he's at the hospital . Every time she would scream of pain he felt bad . his hand was hurting from the way she was holding it .She  held a grimace from every contraction .

" It hurts so much , I don't think I can't do it . Ahhh baby you have to go easy on mommy . "

She screamed again of agony , she hold his hand tighter as if it would help from the pain .

" You can , your strong and soon we will be at home I'll be taking care of our baby while you rest and sleep . How does that sound ? "

" That sounds like the best idea "

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He feels like he failed , he could've done something or maybe done something different . He didn't think Kelly would leave him , she promised no to . He guess it wasn't a coincidence,  life seemed to take everything from him .

Today was supposed to be the happiest day in his life . Now he's holding onto his siblings , crying seemed it would help but the feeling wouldn't go away .

" Its gonna be alright cassie , it's gonna get better . "

He really hoped Gabe was right .

...

He was following the nurses that was leading him to his baby . He didn't even got to see his newborn , it just happened to fast .

The nurse open the door wide to let him pass , his hands were shaking waiting for her directions .

" Here they are , seems like they were waiting for dad to come see them . Congratulations Mr Novak and I'm sorry for you loss ."

stunned he couldn't answer , he had his eyes only for them . he heard the door close he assumed she left to give him privacy . Tears started to build up but of happiness. 

"  We're gonna be ok , I will do my best because your all I got . I love you so much , Mommy loved you so much but she had to go rest . I think she deserves it , how ironic how she always said there was an angel watching you over . Now you do , . "

Chuckling , as he wipes away his tears  trying to compose himself . Letting out a shaky breath he starts speaking again .

" I guess is time to give you a name , bear this in mind when the time comes be thankful I didn't give you a horrendous name . You in the other hand are lucky because Kelly had already picked out one for you  . "

Smiling as they both made a noise that seemed they were going along with him on the conversation. 

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" I'm so ready to meet my nephew !! , I'm so excited !!! "

" shhh  "        " shhhhhhh" 

                   "shh "      " Shhh "          "sHhhh"

It wasn't like Gabriel was screaming , sheesh these people sometimes , ready to respond he stays quiet when he sees his brother motioning his family to come closer .

" Say Hello to Jack and Claire Novak . "

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His kids were his pride and young , he will admit he struggled at first but with the help of his siblings he catched on . They had already turned two , they were growing so fast . Both are so smart and beautiful .

Claire with her beautiful blue eyes and blonde hair that were in pigtails in the moment . She was a troublemaker but love her endlessly.  Jack is his small bee , he was tiny and adorable . The kid loves nougat , he blames it on Gabriel.  He also had blonde hair but he had golden eyes .

He wants the best for his kids , thats why  he was contemplating on Gabriel's plan to move .

Gabe was planning to open another bakery ,

since his last three was successful and was trying expand his work . Father was quite happy with Gabriel , he helped with everything he could do . As usual Gabe took advantage and stacked up on candy , his response was always with

 " he won't even notice , he has enough and more . So shut up and help me decided between those two , who am i kidding Im taking  both . " 

Eileen was going with Gabriel,  something about a fresh start . Michael was only going to keep an eye on his siblings  , Fathers orders . And his big brother isn't one to disobey  , he was gonna get paid for babysitting gabe . His study's are kept on hold until father says so .

Castiel didn't  know what to do . He was a highschool dropout , father of fraternal twins , relying with the money of his father and it wasn't like someone is waiting for him here .

Maybe this would do him good and for his kids .

Gabriel went full on screamed of joy that he had accepted,  screaming that they were gonna have a blast . Michael was boxing their stuff fully knowing the trickster of his brother wouldn't do it , he turns to look at the youngest giving him a pointed look .

..... ..... ..... ...

Gabriel was full on rambling of why he choose the location . He wanted a challenge and one of the many things he loves to do is

1: Himself

2:Candy

3: Pranks

4: proving Dad wrong

Once the trickster told his father his plans , he told him no . To him is practically a Yes , he wasn't planning getting him self involved , oh well  you gotta do what you gotta do .

Michael was pissed but hey he could just for once say no to dad . Eileen and Castiel and his nephew coming along was the best thing of the trip . He might even admit that he's kinda glad dad forced his big bro to come along .

The perks of having a wealthy father is that they had everything solved . Airplane . Check . Ride CHECK.  House check . Moving Truck . Check . Schelduing everything on the same date ...........

It wasn't his fault , who would in their right mind would leave him with all that responsibility.  They got to their flight , the ride into country , House was there and with their boxes surrounding it . Hey they got Michael might as well put use to his muscles .

..... .... ... ..... ....

" Only you would do this Gabriel , I don't know why I let you drag me into this "

" Look at the bright side , were surrounded with some hot cowboys " Eileen spoke and signed with a mischievous smirk .

" see cassie , even Eileen  not complaining , just relax . Take a deep breath and - Ok you grab that box and I will take the heavier one . "

Gabe said as to fool Michael they were helping but as the annoyed glared they were all receiving it was obviously the 3 younger siblings were just resting .

" Your doing well Michael keep up the good work "

They all burst out laughing when the oldest retorted with a angry 'Shut up ! '

" Maybe we should help " She said & signed to both of them .

" yeah , I'm gonna go check on the kids , they might wake up any --- . "

Turning around to see where the noise was coming from , he took in the sight of a sleek  black jaguar . Squinting to block the sun , he hears the person above signalling the horse to halt .

" I wasn't informed new people were moving in , Welcome . "

  Removing his stetson , he looks at them but his gaze fall onto the bluest eye he had ever seen and the cutest head tilt . Making his Voice huskier and putting on his best smile he asked .

" Dean Winchester .

              Need A Hand , Angel ? "

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[dekuscrybaby]

Hi, I'm new, Do you think he could request a headcanon or scenario from Aizawa as a single father, with a little girl who inherited his mother's quirk? They are divorced but the mother is not very present in the life of the girl. If it bothers you or you don't want to do it, please ignore the request.

hey! this totally doesn’t bother me at all, in fact i found this super super cute and i’m really glad you sent it in! i’m gonna do both the headcanons and scenario so hopefully this meets your expectations! i’m unsure how to feel about the scenario though so just let me know :)

Aizawa as a Single Father

y’all know how we always like to tease aizawa and his potential of being a good parent?

well, this is where it all comes from, him being an actual father

as we know, aizawa is a very private person which is why no one knew that he was once married and they especially didn’t know he had a little girl

i feel like she would’ve been an oopsie baby, despite aizawa and his ex-wife being married

children weren’t in either of their plans but accidents happen and at first, they were both onset to not keep the baby, whether that be abortion or adoption is up to you guys

however, after the first ultrasound, aizawa became super attached to the little blob on the screen

he did everything in his power to convince his wife to keep it which caused this huge altercation 

it was so bad that they ended up getting divorced but he didn’t really care since he eventually convinced her to hand full-custody to him

once his ex gave birth, papers were signed and little hayami (you can change it) was officially his 

he struggled with the newborn at first, like any other first-time parent, but it was especially hard since he was a single father but he didn’t mind at all

he love his daughter with all his might, it also helps that she’s basically a mini female version of himself so he’s even more attached

basically, he has the hugest soft spot for his daughter 

and he’s actually funny? or well he tries to be funny with her and since she loves her daddy, he’s the funniest guy ever

with the help of his friends and family, he was able to get a hold of fatherhood, baby hayami was given possibly the best childhood ever 

her mom was never involved in her life and aizawa didn’t care because he was able to give his little girl everything she needed and he had enough love to give her so that she never missed her mom

going back to his daughter looking exactly like her, he assumed that she would develop his quirk since his genes appeared to be dominant

boy, was he wrong 

i see his daughter having a quirk completely opposite to him and by that, i mean a quirk that could be considered extremely chaotic

she has an emitter type quirk and if i had to be specific to what it’d be, i’d say it’d be something somewhat destructive like maybe wind? 

hayami is about five years old when she develops her quirk and it’s set around the same time aizawa is teaching class 1a

imagine how frightened he’d be if one of the teachers rush into the middle of a class, bearing the news that his daughter has developed her quirk at school

baby girl is probably terrified because she just completely blew away one of her friends during recess, and maybe herself because it was a pretty strong gust of wind

aizawa practically dashes out of that classroom, quickly muttering to the class that they shouldn’t do anything stupid while he’s gone

he goes to pick her up from school and the teachers give him the rundown of what had happened and the quirk she could have manifested before she’s released and aizawa is able to take her to ua 

the grind never stops for aizawa so he plans to finish teaching with the little girl somewhere with the teachers

once the father and daughter get back to ua, baby aizawa does not want to leave her father’s side since she’s still shaken up 

so what does aizawa do?

bring her into class!!

with a little girl on his hip, he walks into class and you can kinda figure out class 1-a’s reaction

a chorus loud gasps and quiet murmurs filled the classroom as aizawa walked into the classroom with his mini-me. not being used to the environment, hayami hid her tiny face in her daddy’s long locks, not wanting to interact with any of the “big kids.”

shota glances down and saw how his little girl was practically clinging onto him, causing him to smile softly.

“whose child is that?” mina was the first to speak, enthusiasm dripping her voice.

“class, this is my daughter hayami. she had a little scare concerning her quirk at school today, so she’ll be joking us in class and training.”

“your daughter!?” the class all questioned in unison.

“i don’t remember any of you being hard of hearing. yes, my daughter. she’s five and, as you can see, very reserved maybe even shy.” aizawa spoke in the same monotone voice as usual, but even kaminari could notice the obvious softness in his body language when he was looking at the child in his arms.

“she looks exactly like you, mr. aizawa,” uraraka gushed, wanting nothing more than to hold the black-haired child in her arms.

“well she is my daughter, so i’d assume she’d look like me.” 

with that, class restarted and everything was normal despite the temporary addition to the class. the students got through their lessons and were on their way down to the training field.

during that time, aizawa had to instruct his students in a more personal manner which meant he had to let hayami on her own for a bit. this made the girl very nervous since she wasn’t used to being around the class, but that didn’t stop everyone from trying to talk to her.

by the time aizawa had come back, hayami had basically made friends with the majority of the class. she ended up taking a particular liking to midoriya, uraraka, iida, todoroki just because they weren’t as loud as everyone else and they were simply more easy to approach.

while aizawa supervised sparring matches, the dekusquad got to know his daughter a lot more and they even helped her out with her quirk!

midoriya and uraraka were especially helpful. midoriya just knew a lot more about quirks for her to receive help with and uraraka was a lot softer and helped her understand anything she didn’t get.

by the end of the day, everyone had come to adore hayami and hoped that she’d be in class sometime soon. hayami had even come to love the liveliness of the class and wanted to come to this class than the one at her school.

aizawa had to break the news about not being able to return to the class unless another accident happened but he was incredibly happy to see all of his kids interacting together. 

no one would ever know that because he’s simply not the “soft type.” but in reality, everyone knows about the soft spot aizawa holds for not only his daughter but his rumbustious yet very entertaining class.

[julessworldd]

Troubled Kids Duff x fem!reader

  Summary: Duff and the reader were married for awhile until their love was just late night screaming, bottles thrown as their baby slept. They got divorce and Duff moved on for what the guys and the reader thought. Warnings: mentions of alcohol, drunken fights, cussing, maybe implied smut if you look closely. Author’s note, I got my medical info off google and something I dealt with when little. NO HATE towards Linda, 92-93 Duff is who I seen in this, Izzy didn’t leave the band in my story neither did Steven, he’s not mentioned but wanted it to be said. Hope ya’ll enjoy! 

 I was cleaning the kitchen counter when the door swung open and Duff walked in with a smile. I threw my rag and walked over to him as he picked me up.

“Hi Baby, how’s my girl?” Duff spun around.

“Better that you’re back, I missed you. I didn’t get a kiss this morning” I fake pouted.

Duff smirked, “I kissed your forehead,but here” He kissed me taking me by surprise, making me smile

A shrill cry brought me out of that dreamland state, it was mine and Duff’s daughter, Frankie.  “Mama’s coming baby!” I yelled as I ran upstairs.

Frankie’s cries stopped soon I walked in, “Hi you little hell raiser” I smiled as I picked her up. She grabbed a strand of my hair as I walked over to her changing table. She smiled at me with a gummy mouth.

Frankie is a happy girl even through me and her father fighting and ending our marriage. Speaking of him, he was suppose be on his way to get her for the week. Just hope he’s not drunk. Duff’s drinking had got worse according to Izzy, the guys were doing too many drugs to count. Izzy was clean for the most part, he’s Frankie’s Godfather so he got to see her a lot. 

I got Frankie dressed and laid her on her play mat on the living room floor

The phone rang, “Hello”

“I just wanted to tell that Linda and I are on our way to get Frankie” Duff said

He sounded sober, “Okay, she’s up so you can come on then” 

“Okay be there soon” Duff hung up before I could say anything.

I was folding Frankie an extra sleeper as the doorbell rung

Frankie squealed seeing Duff, I opened the door for him. 

“Uh Hey” He gave a small smile before going to see Frankie

I was gonna shut the door but Linda’s smile stopped me, “Hi Y/n” 

“Hey Linda” I said shutting the door for her to come in. She walked behind Duff and rubbed his back, “Hi Frankie”. Linda was a sweet girl, Frankie liked her real well. I’m happy cause I was worried when Duff brought her here to meet me before he took Franks. We get along, its not her fault her boyfriend has a two year old and custody week visits. 

She turned around as Duff was blowing kisses on Frankie’s back, “Uh, I found these baby snacks at the store for Frankie. I didn’t know if she was allowed to eat those or you know” She handed me a bottle of baby puff snacks from Gerber. I took the bottle from her.

“Yeah that fine, hopefully she likes them. Hey, Duff?” I smiled

Duff turned around with Frankie in his arms he raised his eyebrows

“I just wanted to let you know, she uh had a upset stomach last night” I said. This is just weird, we shouldn’t have to tell each other this stuff. He’s not home anymore what can I do.

“Aw poor babe, I’ll keep my eye on her” Duff rubbed her belly

“Hey Duff, its almost 2″ Linda shuffled on her feet

“Oh yeah, studio” He nodded and grabbed Frankie’s bags.

He let me hold her, “Now, be a good girl for Daddy and Linda okay? I’m gonna miss you puddin, also don’t pull on Daddy’s nose ring that hurts. Guess that’s it besides that I love you baby” I kissed her cheek and hugged her as Linda stood at the door and smiled.

“What time you want her back Monday?’ Linda asked as I handed Frankie to her.

“Guess now, have Duff call me if he wants to do anything with her so I can know” I shrugged. Linda nodded, “Okay, say bye Mommy” She was smiling

“Bye precious, I love you” I smiled as she handed her to Duff at the car

Duff walked over to me and bent down to hug me, “You look like you need one” I wrapped my arm around his back and shoulders. What fresh hell is this? He still wears the cologne when I met him almost 8 years ago. 

4 DAYS LATER......

Frankie was almost gonna be home soon and I can’t wait to see her

The phone rang scaring me a little

“Hello”

“Y/n! It’s Frankie! She got hurt” Duff said with panic in his voice

“What the hell happen? What ER so I can kill you?” I jumped out of bed

“Just get to UCLA, I’ll explain okay? Be careful” 

I threw some jeans and an old shirt grabbed my jean jacket before heading out the door.

I could kill Duff Mckagan about now

............

“I’m not drunk, Y/n! Just quit bitching at me for fuck sake” Duff yelled dropping his beer bottle.

“You are drunk that’s why I’m yelling at you, fuck head!” I screamed

That had been our 10th fight that week, right before I came back with papers to leave him. Duff was the love of my life and he was spending his nights with another woman and it killed me.

I ran into the E.R searching for Duff and Frankie

“Can I help you?’

“Yes! My ex husband called me about our daughter, Frankie McKagan. Where is she?” I asked starting to panic more

“They running test on her, he’s down here’ The old lady showed me Frankie’s room was. I walked in and Duff was sitting with his hands on his face

“Duff, what’s going?” I rubbed his shoulder blade

“I’m so fucking sorry, she was fine a couple days ago and to-day Linda woke her up and she threw up. It had some blood in so Izzy and I brought her. Please don’t take her away from me, please” Duff cried bringing me into his arms.

“Shh, it’s okay Duff. Breathe, Frankie is okay just breathe its okay” I rubbed his dirty blonde hair.

“You’re not mad? You should be cussing me out for this, she’s a baby and I let her get sick” Duff sniffled.

I grabbed his face and held it, “Duff, you were smart and brought her here. I’m not mad at you, I thought she got hurt but she’s just sick. I’m not gonna kill you, Mckagan.” I rubbed behind his ears as he smiled.

Damn, I’ve not helped with his panic attacks in forever, and held his face while getting lost in those gorgeous green/hazel eyes. I smiled and let him have his face back. He rubbed his hand down my hip. 

A nurse had Frankie in her arms and Duff jumped up

Then the doctor walked in, “I’m Doctor Bailey, your daughter is okay. Her stomach acid decided to bother today. How long she been sick?”

“You said she was sick the night before I got her” Duff looked at me

“Yeah, it was an upset stomach. I thought it was just her getting a stomach ache. Frankie had colic when she was just born.” I started freaking out

“Looks like she just had an acid reflux moment, she’s good to go home. Here’s something for her stomach. If she vomits again bring her in don’t wait.” Dr. Bailey smiled and the nurse handed me Frankie.

Frankie stirred, “Mama?”

“Yeah, baby its me. You feeling better?” I smiled rubbing her back

she yawned and went back to sleep

Duff grinned

“Told you, she was okay” I nudged his arm

He nodded, “She scared me so bad, I think I blacked out for half the ride.”

We got to the parking lot, “Uh, can I have a ride? Izzy dropped me off and had something going on”

“Yeah come on” I smiled 

I got Frankie settled and climbed into the driver’s seat

“Can we talk?” Duff asked

“Sure, what’s up?” I asked turning on a road 

Duff looked out the window and sucked his breathe in, “I miss you a lot. Not because Frankie got sick today, I’ve missed you since you made me sign the papers. I thought I moved on, but every time I come over to get Frankie and dropping her off, I fall in love with you all over again. I understand, if you think I’m bat shit crazy and just a drunk trying for nothing.” 

I pulled up to his gate and parked the car, I looked at him: His face had got puffy and more scars on his face, nose ring sticking out, lips pink as when I met him.

“Then why did get with Linda if you still loved me? Do you realize I have been going to bed every night for almost 2 years crying my eyes outs? I know about the drugs and drinking getting worse, I fucking miss you. But you’re not the same kid I fell in love with, married, had a kid with. I miss the old you, go back to that Duff. When we were happy sick in love twenty year olds, not fussing at each other what cartoon show Frankie likes to watch during the day. You want me back then you’re getting help with your shit, I’m not raising my child around a drunk parent. My mom was a horrible drunk, Frankie is not getting that” I said

Duff just looked at me, “I knew I was blowing this in your ear and out the other. Forget what I said okay? You’re home” I threw my head back on the head rest.

“Okay, I’ll go to rehab and leave her. I can finally have what I’ve always wanted and I’m not losing that again” Duff said laying his hand on my thigh

He read that message 

“Duff, you had a panic attack your mind is still fuzzy. Just bring Frankie by yourself and we’ll talk. We both need to think about what was said, I still love you, but I’m not sure about it either.” I said

“You’re letting me keep her? Even though she spent her afternoon at the ER”

“Yes, you are her father. It’s your week, she has 3 days with you.” I  grabbed his hand and rubbed my thumb over his knuckle. 

“Okay see you Monday. Be safe going home” Duff reached over and grabbed Frankie and her stuffed Dino, Axl got her.

“Alright, be good you two” I giggled as he shut the door and smiled at me

MONDAY AFTERNOON....

Frankie was suppose to be back anytime and I was mopping the floor. Praying it would be dry when she got here, like her father she tracks it. 

There was a knock the door tearing me from my task, I opened the door to have Frankie and Duff standing. I let them in, “Don’t put her down, I mopped”

“She didn’t take her nap, can I set her in bed?” Duff asked rubbing her back and holding her Dino. I nodded and went to the cabinet I had my Tequila. 

I needed that shot before Duff wanted to talk

“Hi” I looked at him as he walked down the stairs

“Hey” He wiped his hand on his jeans

“So, did you think it over?” Duff asked

“Yeah I did and I’ve came to this. You’re Frankie’s father, she loves, I love you too and need you back, but. I wasn’t kidding about the shit you need to lay off, it didn’t bother me when we’re married and didn’t have Frankie running around. Hell, I partied just as much as you and the guys, but Frankie doesn’t need that around her. So if you wanna start over much as possible, I’m all for it after you get clean. 100% clean, you’re not gonna be like my brother, Johnny,and keep going in and out. I’ll make sure you won’t see Frankie again.” I said

Duff nodded, “Okay, I’ll go to rehab and get clean for you and Frankie”

“Good but you need to get clean for yourself, Franks and I just reasons why you need to get better.” I smiled

“You’re right again, I’ve not drank in 3 days by the way”

“Good for you, I’m proud Duff” I grinned 

Duff walked over to me, I was against the counter when he fully got to me

I could feel his breathe and forehead against mine, “Can I kiss you?” 

I grabbed the back of his head and stood on my tippy toes and kissed him. Duff’s hands laid on my back and hips as he kissed me back. The feeling of butterflies came back like when it was happier times for us. 

“I love you” Duff’s hand held my face and rubbed my cheek

“I love you too, Duff” I smiled

His eyebrows threaded together

“I never stopped” I whispered

Duff smiled..