#i did the order from options from left to right in case you didn't know who is who

[bbbrianjones]

literally just stole this idea from @pie-of-flames's poll butttttttt

[therandompagesblog]

SKZ Mate Chapter 19

Trigger Warnings: insecurity, angst, alcohol consumption

The essence in the room turned sour as the stories unfolded. They felt uncomfortable hearing their head alpha's childhood. It felt too private and Hyunjin aired it out to threaten Chan into staying, but no one said anything as they watched Chan leave the room. Chan needed to be alone to process as did they all, but it now left the newly presented alpha in charge. Jeongin wasn't in no way prepared to step up so quickly but he had to. He refused to watch the wolves fall apart so he had to create an order quickly. He had sent Minho and Felix to the kitchen to cook them a light dinner while Changbin was sent to fix Felix's nest and if his nest wasn't fixed by the end of the day they were sharing rooms until it was fixed. Jeongin kept Jisung close to the omega considering he had the strongest bond with her and hoped he could comfort her or at least make her feel better while Jeongin went round the house checking on the wolves. By the time he came back, he found the beta lying on the omega's lap with his eyes closed as she comforted him, causing Jeongin to kick the beta. He couldn't believe Jisung, he was supposed to look after her, not the other way around, but Y/N didn't mind. She was so lost in thought as she processed everything from Chan to his uncle to Hyunjin. It was a lot but one thing she kept going back to was the inevitable war with Hongjoong. "Jisung, I need a bit of paper and a pen," Y/N whispered trying to push the heavy beta off of her. "What why?"Jisung asked as he got up but she waved her hand, asking him to be quick. As soon as Y/N had a couple of sheets of paper she wrote down everything she could remember of Hongjoong's pack that may help them. She wrote down everything from their skills to possible weaknesses. She even wrote down the spiritual barrier that was guarded by werewolf spirits.

Jisung and Jeongin had no idea what she was writing but watched her in anticipation as she scribbled all over the sheets of paper circling different things. Every so often the two wolves would look up at each other with a frown before watching her. "Here. It's a list of possible weaknesses in case he comes, which he will. I don't know how much of this is a weakness but this is all I know. Hyunjin may know more but for now, we can think of options while Chan processes. I don't want Chan to act on impulse." Y/N answered as she looked at the young alpha who was a few days older than her. "Agreed. It is a thought we need to be aware of. We don't know how much Hongjoong has prepared or started but we need all the info! Thank you, Y/N." Jeongin said gratefully with a smile even though he was feeling dread seep through his veins. He was in no way prepared. "The main problem is going to be the witch coven. Hongjoong has ties with witches who use dark magic, but his whole entire domain is cast with a dark aura. What, I don't know, but the spiritual barrier is real. They're evil spirits trapped in the lining around the house is in a circle. Now we could find someone to break the circle or we wait it out until it comes down but that's twice a year." Y/N stressed. Jeongin reached out and squeezed Y/N's shoulder reassuringly before kissing her forehead. He didn't want her to worry but he will make a plan, but he needed everyone in their right frame of mind first. "Listen to me, whatever happens, we will get through this," Jeongin promised as he looked at her worried face. Y/N wanted to believe him but she was concerned, that there were too many risks. "I'm going to go and see if Chan is alright. He needs me." Y/N stated as she got up, heading towards the back door to see Chan sat on the decking look out at the woods.

Y/N could see from his position that he was deep in his thoughts. It broke her heart as she looked at him. He looked lost and she wanted to make it better. "Chan?" Y/N called out, hoping not to startle him but he hadn't heard her so she slowly crept forward before she wrapped her arms around his shoulders. Chan jumped when he felt someone touch him, but relaxed when he smelt her. Her scent calming him. "Channie?!" Y/N cooed as she nuzzled him with her head before placing a kiss on his shoulder. He was so tense under her that hurt her heart. She didn't like this side of him and wanted to make it better. "Channie. Tell me what to do. How do I make it better?" Y/N whispered as she kissed his shoulder. Chan shook his head and said nothing. There was nothing she could do right now. "Baby, just give me some space for a little while alright? I promise I'll come back in." Chan answered, his voice came out slightly cold, but he wanted to sound comforting. "Hey! I love you, baby. There is no doubt about it and I know I haven't said it yet, but I planned to. I wanted to make it special but I do love you alright. I just need a few minutes, baby, okay? I never wanted you to hear that about me." "Channie, it's okay! I'll give you some space. Take all the time you need and let me know when you need me." Y/N assured as she rubbed his shoulders one last time. "Thank you, baby. I'll come in soon!" Chan squeezed her hand giving it a quick kiss as he watched her walk back into the house. Chan didn't want her to push her away but he also didn't want her to see him so vulnerable. He didn't want to dig up old memories he healed from. He didn't want her to think of him as a disgrace. He wanted to be perfect for her. He wanted to be her protector. He needed to get his shit together but he needed a moment to himself.

Eventually, Chan came back into the house to find everyone asleep but Hyunjin who was sitting in the kitchen with a glass of whisky in his hand. He heard the alpha come in so he slid the other glass over towards him not saying a word. Chan walked over and took the glass, rolling it around in his hand before knocking it back. "You make it difficult to trust you, you know," Chan stated as he poured another drink. Hyunjin scoffed at his words and he accepted them. "I know that," Hyunjin answered. "We have to come to an agreement-" "No. No, we do not. She is your soul mate. She always has been, as she is the rest of the pack. I will always be there for her, even when she doesn't want me." Hyunjin answered, his eyes fixating on the dying plant on the island table. "That is not what I meant, Hyunjin. I know you have history and I won't take that away from you. What I meant is you need to give me room to trust you, but I can't throw you out, not now." Chan stated, his words turning colder. Hyunjin tried to look into his thoughts but noticed he was quiet, purposely hiding them from him. "No you can't. You need me to fight against Hongjoong and you need me to keep her." Hyunjin chuckled as he scrunched up his nose before pointing to him with the glass held tightly in his hand. "I don't care whether you like me or trust me, what I do care about is Y/N and the wolves." "How many more secrets do you have left? Huh? You told me you were cursed but you never meant you were nearly cursed into a lycan." Chan whispered as he slammed the glass down. "I failed my love that is a fact, but I will make it right." Hyunjin admitted but Chan did not believe him for a second. It didn't make any sense to why he would abandon her or not even mention her. "Did she know you loved her? She didn't because you were a cruel alpha." Chan spat. "Harsh, yes. Cruel no. I never forced her to do anything." Hyunjin stated before he got up to leave the room." She was the one who cracked my heart. But don't worry Christopher. The more you worry the weaker you become. You're a head alpha. So act like one."

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[yandere-romanticaa]

・❥・𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐛𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬.

what happens when lyney's feelings become too strong to handle? however is he going to deal with his crippling heartache and desire?

yandere! lyney x gn! reader.

This fic was partially inspired by the song "Wanna be Yours" by Arctic Monkeys. Admittedly, he's not the first character I'd associate with this band but I really wanted a snazzy sounding title. I also personally characterize this boy as a lovesick little fool so the song can stay.

If given a better option, most people will naturally chase after that which is more beneficial for them. Be it studies, entertainment or social circles, almost anything in someone's life could easily be replaced in a heartbeat.

That same sentiment could be applied to lovers as well.

What's to say that you won't wake up to your senses one day and leave Lyney for good? He tries to give you everything a person could ever hope for - he spoils you with gifts and his most undivided attention, his words are so sweet that they could rival the sweetest of candies. Unlike the empty candy though, Lyney's words are all true, he means absolutely everything he ever says to you. He can't exactly pinpoint the time when he fell head over heels but that didn't matter. Every time he looked at you it felt as though someone lit fireworks in his stomach, his smooth facade would melt away like ice and he was left completely defenseless. He was weak and at your mercy, he was yours to take and yours to love. Every single piece of Lyney belonged to you, his body, mind and soul, you owned all of him and didn't even know it.

How many nights did the two of you spend under the stars with Lyney by your side, his hot breath fanning your ear as he proclaimed his undying love to you, gloved hands twitching in anticipation to hold and caress your body. He loved to touch you in any way he could, physical affection was something the magician simply needed. If you didn't give him at least his good morning and good afternoon kiss, Lyney would always be in a sour mood, which would force his crew to send someone to fetch you in order to remedy this problem. Yes, Lyney loved you very much, the sweet red apple of his eye.

He just wished you loved him as much as he loved you.

Worry would often plague his heart whenever he'd catch you conversing with anyone that was not him or his siblings. Despite his solid reputation he was still but a humble magician at the end of the day.

Did you wish for something more? Were you not satisfied with him?

There were so many people out there who could give you everything Lyney could not. His ties with the Fatui also do not help his case, even if his motives remained pure. Naturally, he never had the heart to tell you that he belonged to that organization, for he feared that you would leave him right then and there. Lyney would often find himself waking at the dead of night, his mind and body restless due to the dreams he would have. Each and every one was always centered around you and it was almost always the same - he would come clean about everything, his past, his work, ties to the Fatui, everything. Tears would cake his face and he would lower his gaze towards the ground, shame pooling in his eyes. He would turn his back and say he doesn't expect any sort of sympathy from you. With a hunched posture he would take a few steps, the black boots on his feet feeling heavier than iron, the chains around his heart tightening further as the circumstances in his life would force him to leave everything he built with you. Just as the rain would hit the ground and Lyney would feel your arms around his waist, your soft lips pressed against the crook of his neck. You would hold him like that for who knows how long, promising that you would never, ever leave. You loved him, there was nothing that would change that.

Those dreams left him longing for more, his paranoia skyrocketing through the roof and deep into the night. He can't lose you, if Lyney lost you, he...

It doesn't bare thinking about.

As shaky as things were now, they were alright. He was going to make them better, stronger. He was a magician, making impossible things possible were literally in his job description. He would make sure that your love was reserved for him and no one else in this world.

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[raidark]

One thing I find funny from Show Dany haters is how much they call her an egomaniac tyrant who just wanted to control everything and everyone to obey her, that she only cared about the throne and power. How much they laugh at the idea of her trying to help common people, break the system and in general, give power to powerless people, etc. That she would only want power for herself and would loathe democracy more than any other character.

These people are also the ones who laughed along Season 8 Sansa, Tyrion, Arya and others when Sam proposed democracy as a system for Westeros at the end of the show.

To all that people, I'd like to kindly remind that before leaving for Westeros, Daenerys established democracy in Meereen (and the rest of the Bay of Dragons, I suppose). She and Tyrion spent some undetermined time to plan it and then left Daario and the Second Sons to keep the peace while people chose their rulers and a new government was appointed.

Now, while I'm sure we all would have liked to know the aftermatch of that, how things worked there after her leaving and especially after her death, we won't ever know thanks to certain writers who kinda forgot about it after S6, only remembering the Bay when deciding that slaying slavers was apparently a sign of madness and evilness ?¿

If you ask me, with Dany dead, most of her army destroyed as well, and no one else strong enough to protect the Bay, slavery will return and way worse. But that wasn't something D&D wanted people to think about because that would add some grey to the situation and they wanted Dany to be irremediably unjustifiable in her acts and her death the only option with only good consequences. Just to be clear, I think S8 Dany, a total different character from previous seasons, deserved to die after what she did. But go and visit the Bay in ten years, Jon and Tyrion, and ask them if what you two did was good. Surely and certaintly there were consequences.

In any case, since we'll never know what would happen, the series ends with Daenerys being the only ruler who actually cared for her people enough that she actually gave them total power to choose who should rule them... just 12 episodes before the writers decided she should mass murder innocents for literally no reason at all

She remains the only one who established real democracy that considered people no matter their origins or status (and not merely in a organization like the Night Watch) while the high nobles of Westeros laughed and considered the idea ridiculous. What a tyrant, right?

I'd have liked Sam to know the one who actually established his idea in a different place was the queen he hated so much, while all the others laughed. I'd have also liked if he was told what his family did and how many people died because of their betrayal, how many chances were even then offered to them, rather than just "they didn't bend the knee so i killed them lol". But the goal in Season 8 was always to paint Dany as a villain with no gray in the middle, just like they made Jon lie to his family and the lords and say Dany forced him to bend the knee in order to help the North when she actually swore to defend it without any commitment to her cause the moment she realized the threat was real and no fantasy. Yet no one, not even Dany, ever blinked an eye about this. Like it was retconned to frame her as evil.

[yanderes-galore]

Heyy, can I could request a romantic yandere Hazbin Hotel Alastor x darling who is a demon who wants to redeem herself but has a deal with alastor so, she has her soul but being in the hotel cannot do her any harm or yeah? 👀

Sure! Made some tweaks to fit this into canon, Alastor's intention are still unknown towards you. Defaulted to concept as I wasn't sure how you wanted this. Originally didn't read that darling HAD her soul, so this got a bit difficult but I think I've got it.

Yandere! Alastor with Sinner! Darling

Pairing: Romantic/Platonic (Dubious)

Possible Trigger Warnings: Female Darling, Obsession, Manipulation, Ownership, Possessive behavior, Violence, Mentions of being a pet, Forced/Toxic partnership.

The only demons who can redeem themselves are known as Sinners.

Power is an important thing in Hell, that's primarily what deals are about here.

Power is what makes the hierarchy and makes other demons, like Overlords, powerful.

Alastor is one of these many Overlords.

He's actually... one of the most feared Overlords.

Based on what we can see in the show, demons would do anything to not go near him.

Alastor has made many deals with demons before.

Which is probably why he's so powerful.

You just so happen to be yet another Sinner he has under his belt.

Be it through gambling or some other desperate reason... you managed to come face to face with Alastor.

"Poor girl... all alone with no one to help you, hm~?"

The Overlord is pleased when he sees you, a desperate soul who needs his help.

Before he helps to pick you up, he offers you a deal.

A deal he's made countless times before.

He'll help you as long as you are indebted in some way to him.

Perhaps he doesn't have your soul, like you said.

Making any sort of deal with an Overlord is bad news.

In this case, instead of your soul, Alastor can settle for something else.

Perhaps he'll find a way to swindle it from you later....

At the time, well, you took it.

When he offered you that deal, you had no other option.

Such a deal made you a pet for the radio demon, one he can call whenever he wishes.

That's the deal... you'll be tied to him one way or another even if he doesn't have your soul.

Unless you want him to cast you out to the Hellhounds and Sharks again, hm~?

Y'know what's worse?

You happen to be his favorite.

"Hey there, darling dear~ We'll be great partners, you'll see!"

That was a long time ago, now.

You aren't sure why Alastor helped you... or why he allowed you to keep your soul for now.

At the time it took some begging.

You had to grovel to get Alastor to let you keep your soul.

Instead he ordered a... partnership instead of your soul.

You were often asked to help him out for tasks, you have for years.

You consider yourself one of the lucky ones.

Lucky because Alastor liked you enough to not leash your soul.

Something about you intrigued him.

One of the tasks you were summoned to help with was Charlie's hotel.

The girl needs STAFF and Alastor is willing to provide.

It unnerved you when Alastor came back to you after being gone for years.

"Darling~! Did you miss me~? We still have a deal, y'know... hope you didn't forget all about me~?"

Alastor's presence always left you uneasy.

Like most other demons, whenever he was in sight you felt your heart nearly stop.

However, Alastor was the closest demon you had to a friend.

So the feeling was usually easy to smother.

"Why are you here?"

"Once again I have a little job for you, sweetheart. Surely you know to listen, right?"

You knew you had to.

This partnership was the only thing keeping Alastor from taking your soul.

You had to help him... if you didn't, he could take your soul as collateral.

"State your order."

"A dear old friend of mine needs help running a certain hotel. She has no STAFF...! So I need you to come and help, my dear girl..."

His voice is a condescending purr, red eyes holding mischief.

He knows you can't refuse.

So with a heavy sigh, you listen to your dear partner....

This is what brings you to the hotel.

Honestly... you don't regret coming here.

Through Alastor you meet Charlie and the others, pitying Husk's position and trying your best to get along.

In your eyes, you originally were unsure on how to feel on demon rehabilitation.

Could... Sinners really be redeemed?

... Could you be redeemed?

You were unsure until Charlie seemed so adamant.

She looks so happy about it... enough to give you hope.

Although hope is a hard thing to keep when Alastor watches your every move.

The Overlord has to keep an extra eye on you for two reasons.

First of all, you're his favorite to toy with.

Second of all... he doesn't have your soul to pull when you 'misbehave'.

Alastor is clever, he knows what you think.

If he's known you for years, he picks up on your little thoughts.

Alastor can probably tell you get along with Charlie.

A little too well, actually.

At first he allows it, it's just some talk between girls....

However, when he realizes you want to be redeemed...

Alastor feels himself twitch a bit.

He curses himself for not taking your soul earlier.

A partnership won't allow him to pull you.

He has to own you completely.

You can notice the deer demon looking on edge.

His eyes keep glaring into you as you work, the grip on his staff unrelenting.

You sense you're walking on thin ice.

You want to be redeemed, theoretically you can.

But a voice nags you from the back of your mind.

Wouldn't that break your deal?

The thought makes you shudder.

You don't doubt Alastor knows about this.

You can tell once he stops looking as stressed as he was... no... in fact he's smug.

You have a feeling you aren't leaving so easily.

Despite this, you're determined, carefully listening to Charlie and participating in every activity.

Unfortunately... Alastor will step in before you can get anywhere.

"Darling~"

Alastor's voice is in its usual purr, entering your hotel room with a grin.

You fear what's coming.

"What is it you want?"

"Oh you know damn well...."

His voice distorts into static, making you freeze.

You've struck a nerve it seems.

Alastor steps closer, leaning on his staff with a glare.

"You think you're a clever girl, don't you?"

"I'm keeping to our deal, Alastor."

You try to lie, but you can't lie to him.

"You know you aren't, darling. I understand if you want to play along with Charlie's little game..."

He grabs your chin, his hold a painful vice.

"But you'll never be redeemed, girl. Not while I'm here. In fact..."

Alastor's other hand taps your chest, grin turning to a scowl for a moment.

"Call me petty... but I own your soul now."

Your jaw drops.

"What!? No, you can't-"

"I can..."

Alastor hums, manifesting a green chain around your neck.

"And I will..."

The moment your partnership breaks off, Alastor is able to claim your soul.

He feels you broke the deal...

Which means you're his now.

"You had a good run, dear... unfortunately you need to learn your place."

You feel yourself collapse on the floor, Alastor yanking the chain with a newfound grin.

"I've been waiting for this, girl..."

He kneels down, his voice an eager whisper.

"I should've taken your soul long ago, then I wouldn't have to deal with all this stress...!"

He pulls you onto your knees, watching you grovel like you did all those years ago.

"Perfect~" He hums, "This is exactly where you belong..."

You go to retort, but Alastor uses your newfound chain to choke you.

"It's best you be a good girl and listen to me now..."

Alastor hisses, pulling you so you look him in the eyes.

"I happen to hate misbehaving pets."

It was inevitable that he'd claim you... now you're rightfully his and will be for years to come... won't you?

[theweepingangelofcas]

I am aware that you are very busy, and I wish you ease!

I had a request, the reader who has just moved to the apartment cannot get along with Sherlock at first. (Since we know that Sherly doesn't like women) he doesn't want to accept her existence at first, but as time goes by, he gets used to her existence.

From time to time she would go into his study and pick it up, and sherlock was uncomfortable with it. but after a while he starts to like making this and such gestures-

YESSS I've been needing inspo to write for my dear Sherly!!! I hope you like it! Like our dear Sherly in the show, canonically, Sherlock has always been moreso awkward and distrustful of women rather than purely disliking them. He's not one to disrespect or demean a woman just because of gender, moreso that he just doesn't like female company. Victorian era feminist, I guess? This starts off from Sherlock's perspective, before switching to the reader's. Hope you all enjoy!

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Flatmates, to Enemies, to Lovers - Sherlock x Reader

He. Needed. Cash.

Or, more accurately, he needed money for rent again. Ms. Hudson had raised the price on him, saying that if he was to cause so much ruckus at such ungodly hours of the night, then he should compensate her for it. As always, a lengthy argument ensued, that she inevitably won, and that left him with few options.

Getting more money was an issue, right now. His most recent case had left Lestrade a bit miffed at him, so it was unlikely he'd get another one until at least another week or two.

Going to John wasn't an option either. If he found out about all this, especially since it was all Sherlock's fault? He'd never hear the end of it.

That left him with only one last option.

They had a spare bedroom.

A new flatmate was in order.

Though Ms. Hudson approved the idea of a new flatmate, she made it very clear that her, and her alone would be the one choosing them in the end. He just had to find the right person.

It had been a major miracle that he had stumbled upon Dr. Watson when he needed him. Surely another kind soul would help him out, right?

Wrong.

None of his connections brought him any luck, and not a single one of John's friends needed a place to stay. It was like every possible person he could have picked had been plucked up into the heavens.

Rent payment was getting close. It got to where he had a measly 48 hours to find someone to help him, or goodness knows how much Ms. Hudson would abuse him.

So, when you knocked upon the door, it felt like whatever cruel god there was had finally given him a break.

Finally, his ad in the paper had been answered.

But, there was one problem. He knew it before he even opened the door.

The knocks were light. Dainty. The shoes walking up to the door sounded exactly like low heels. And, he could smell a faint hint of floral perfume.

The person who would come to live with him was a woman.

It wasn't the societal taboo that irked him about the situation. After all, since when had he cared what other people thought? But it was the idea that he'd have to share his flatmate with someone he'd be absolutely rubbish at tolerating that he loathed.

If he wasn't so desperate, he would have shooed you away. Lied and said that the room wasn't available anymore. But, he could feel Ms. Hudson's furious gaze through the walls it seemed, since he ended up letting you inside anyway.

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You were fine enough, he supposed. You mostly kept to yourself, though you did seem to pick petty fights with him about the silliest of things.

After all, how was he to know it was uncouth to keep some spare human eyes in the fridge? It was for an experiment!

He wouldn't say he enjoyed being around you. But he tolerated it. It was for the greater good, after all (the greater good being the roof atop his head). It didn't come without it's problems, though.

The sound of your humming in the morning used to annoy him to pieces. The way your heels would click against the wooden floor sounded too piercing for him. The way you applied your rouge made him look at your lips for far longer than he found comfortable.

It took months before he could stand being in a room with you for more than an hour. Prior to that, he considered you too distracting to his work.

But, you were quiet. That was something he would be forever grateful for.

But that quietness hid so much, as well. He already knew everything he could deduce about you. Yet you hadn't even been phased when he correctly guessed the salon you went to on a monthly basis, or the way you picked at your skin suggesting a former smoking habit. You simply nodded, and went back to your work.

It infuriated him.

He could collect no new data.

This, he supposed, was the reason he wasn't fond of women. The initial deductions were absurdly easy, but anything deeper was much more well hidden than any man's. And it drove him crazy.

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"Why did you choose this flat?!"

You sighed, audibly. Sherlock was at it again, asking questions you were sure he at least kind of knew the answers to. This time he was knocking on the door to your room, leaving you no method to escape.

After all, it was taboo for a woman to have an interest in crime. It was a practically a sin for women to learn science and study math.

You had known Sherlock wouldn't care. You had heard about him before, in the papers. An aloof man, living in the middle of Baker street, seen as both a hero and an outcast to the world.

The ad for a flat in the paper had intrigued you. Perhaps you could be near someone who shared your same interests? Maybe, you'd see him while walking to the store some day.

You had nearly keeled over in shock when it was THE Sherlock himself who opened the door to greet you.

But, it seemed true to never meet your heroes. Sherlock was rude on the best of days, and an ass on the worst of them. Dr. Watson was pleasant, but that did little to make up for Sherlock's tomfoolery.

You could tolerate it, though. You kept to your room most of the time, reading and experimenting on your own interests.

And, that was where you were at now, rolling your eyes at the idea of listening to him yelling at you through the door. The man had no social skills, which you were normally tolerant of, but this was too much.

You pulled open the door, a scowl on your face. He had interrupted the newest book you were reading, it was still clutched in your free hand, "Sherlock, I do not have the time for these dumb questions-"

You saw his face. His eyes were wide, brows lifted. Following his eyesight, he was seeing into your room.

Specifically, to the textbooks and experiments on your desk.

"You..." He seemed shocked. You don't think he's ever been shocked before, "Is this yours?"

You nodded, "I was TRYING to study the biochemistry of pigs blood compared to human's, but since you're so insistent on interrupting me, I guess I'll humor you."

His eyes lit up with every word you spoke. Hand slamming against the wood of the door, the man pushed himself past you, happier than you'd ever seen him.

"You even have the blood smear perfected. You have the right kind of charting..." He trailed off, observing your workstation, "Where is your microscope?"

You shrugged, a bit more intrigued than ticked off, "The shop down the street refused to sell me one, something about 'that crazy Holmes lad that keeps breaking each one he gets in stock'."

He grimaced for a moment, before perking up again, "I have a few spare ones in my own room. Give me a moment. I will be right back."

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From there on, he found he actually enjoyed your company. You were a woman, sure, but you were akin to him, in a way. He found out your liking of forensics had gotten you outcast of your last flat, leaving you nowhere to go. No college of science in the country would accept a woman, either. In a way, his flat was your last hope, one that he wanted to keep safe no matter what.

Likewise, you found that this man gave you opportunities to see and experience so much more than you ever could have before. He supported your interests, instead of shunning them like the rest of the world had.

Maybe this arrangement wasn't too bad, after all.

[i-cant-sing]

‘Missing yandere President Kai x first lady asks, so send some’

Hear me out, yandere President kai goes missing.. We all know first lady’s exact location would be found in 10 minutes but no one really cares about kai that much so he’s in someone’s basement for a bit but what happens to the first lady? Does she become president, sent to an underground bunker to be kept safe because if the president can go missing she could too, Does AFO slide into her dm’s ‘hey ur husband went missing, need any comfort?’ or does someone snatch the country?

Of course!!! The moment news of Kai's kidnapping reaches the secret service, they are immediately dragging you and the teletubbies down to an underground safehouse, locking down the entire Presidential House and delay telling you about the kidnapping for as long as possible.

Oh and by the way, you're still very pregnant, and when you finally snap at them to tell you what the hell is going on, they sit you down on the big table with all the generals and higher officials and tell you-

"Madam, the President has been kidnapped." The head of Kai's security tells you.

"What? What do you mean kidnapped? Where is he?!" You ask all of them.

Kai's chief of Staff, Hari Kurono cleared his throat as he showed you the footage of his car. "The president had left in his car last night alone, without his security detail. He turned around this corner and that's where he found his car. The security footage around this corner has been erased and there are currently no leads on who has taken him or where."

"How could you have let him go alone? He's the president for fuck's sake, he has enemies!"

"He insisted, madam. We advised him strong ly against it, but he said that he ordered us not to follow him."

"Why did he leave? Did he say where he was going?"

Hari shook his head. "He didn't say much, just that he had some business to handle and that he needed to do it alone. He- he looked distressed and he left in a hurry."

You closed your eyes and covered your face with your hands before looking back at them. "Alright, okay. Okay, let's deal with this. What are our options right now? Has the kidnapper contacted us?"

"No, madam. We have been looking at all suspected individuals, our Intel is currently searching for potential enemies in neighbouring countries, but we have no leads. We are trying to keep this news from tye public for as long as possible but we don't have much time left until media breaks this news. So now we have to- we have to think of our next step in case..."

The room fell silent as they all hesitated to meet your eyes.

"What? What is it?"

Hari cleared his throat. "Madam, if President Kai is not found in the next 48 hours, we will have to appoint another president- temporarily until the situation is handled."

You narrowed your eyes. You couldn't believe what you were hearing. Are they going to give up on Kai that easily? After all he's done for his party? They're gonna betray him?

"And I suppose you already have a candidate in mind?" He nodded. "Well, go on. Who is it?"

"You, ma'am."

Wait what?

"What?" You whispered.

The attorney general decided to speak this time. "We think you're the best candidate for the job, ma'am. We are trying our best to locate Mr President, but we need to consider all our options if things do go south."

"The country cant run without a president, maam. You would be perfect for the job- the party agrees, the public already loves you, and whatever concerns you have about your job, well help you! All of us!" Miruko, your publicist offered.

"I see." You pursed your lips. "Is that all?"

You took their silence as an answer.

"So... you're telling me that the best plan you've come up so far is to replace my husband with me?" Your voice barely conceal your rage, and you slammed your hand on the mahogany table.

"HAVE YOU ALL LOST YOUR MINDS?!" You yelled.

"Ma'am-"

"No, shut up!" You barked. "It was your job to protect him! And now that you can't find him, you want me to just sit in his fucking chair and act like everything is normal because you guys fucked up?!"

You stood up, groaning as you suppoted your belly from under. "Here's what's gonna happen. There will be no talk of a new president until you find my husband, dead or alive, but you will find him. I don't care what you have to do, what rules you have to break, you will find him. Look under the sewers, check every suspicious building, search every corner of this country, but FIND. MY. HUSBAND!" You shrieked, hunching over as you felt your baby kick.

Miruko and Hari came close to you but you held up a hand. "Ma'am, let us help-"

"If you really want to help me, find Kai. Do I make myself clear?" You questioned.

-

You were sitting on the couch, rubbing your belly as you tried to calm down your baby... and yourself.

You were still livid at the proposal of the team. How could they just- how could they give up on Kai like that? And then expect you to take his place?

If it were you who was kidnapped, would they have offered Kai to get a new wife because their is now a vacancy for First Lady?

You closed your eyes and sighed. Kai would've never allowed them to give up on you like that. In fact, that one time that you were kidnapped by a deranged fan, Kai worked day and night, turned the whole country upside down until you were found. He didn't care about his image, he didn't care that he would look "weak" for caring about you, he didn't care when he advised against making threats to all his enemies to find you, and he did not listen to anyone when he went down to meet your kidnapper himself and beat the shit out of him to find you.

Kai found you within 18 hours.

"Mom?" You opened your eyes and saw your triplets standing by the door looking worried.

"Hey, my babies. Come here." You beckoned them. They ran upto you, hugging your lap. "What's wrong?"

"Are you okay?" Dabi asked. You nodded. "Mmhmm, your sibling is just excited to meet you guys. They're jumping up and down inside me."

"Where's dad?" Himiko asked. "He's... out, baby. But he's gonna be back soon." You patted their heads. "Its time for bed. Do you guys wanna sleep with mama tonight?" They all cheered.

-

"What's the update, Hari?" And you already knew the answer from the grim look on his face.

"We haven't been able to locate Mr President. I'm sorry, ma'am."

You pinched the nose of your bride. It's been 3 days. 3 fucking days since Kai has been kidnapped.

"Did the kidnappers contact us?" He shook his head.

"What if I talked to the kidnappers?" You offered.

Hari gave you a quizzical look. "Um- what do you mean?"

"What if we broadcast me talking to the kidnappers directly? I ask them what their demands are, tell them to return my husband?"

He shook his head. "Ma'am, I would highly advise you against that. You can't be talking to the kidnappers, we can't negotiate with them. It's not sensible to do that-"

"They could kill him, Hari. Nothing about this situation is sensible."

Hari sighed. "Okay, how about this? We can do a broadcast from the Presidential office on your behalf, instead of you-"

"No" You cut him off. "It has to be from me. Don't you get it? They won't respond unless it's from me directly. And who knows, maybe someone else has seen these kidnappers, maybe they can give us some leads to their whereabouts. Someone must've seen them, Hari. It's just not- it's not possible for a man to to vanish into thin air!"

"Ma'am I-"

"Ma'am?" Rumi walked in. "There's a phone call for you."

-

You picked up your cell. "Hello?"

"Hello, darling." You immeadiately recognised the voice.

AFO. Or Shigaraki.

"What do you want?"

"Aww, is someone having a bad day? Well, you could always come to my place for a good ti-" He stopped when he heard you sob. "Y/n? What's wrong? Come on, tell me."

You sobbed again. "Kai... he's been kidnapped." You whispered into the phone. "He's been missing for 3 days. They can't find him anywhere, they don't even know who took him. It's like- he dropped off the face of the Earth."

"Oh darling, it's- everything will be okay. I'm sure Kai is alright. He'll turn up-"

"He's the president, AFO! He can't just go missing and turn up like this! He's in trouble and I can't- they want me to replace him as the president but im still pregnant and the kids keep on asking me about him and I keep lying to them but- I can't do it- I can't! Not without him!"You broke down and it broke his heart to see you cry like this, especially over that piece of shit you call your husband.

"Okay, Y/n. Calm down, come on. Its not good for your baby. Take deep breaths- just like that." He guided you with your breathing so that you dont have a panic attack, which is totally not safe in your condition.

"Shigaraki?" You sniffled.

"Yes, darling?"

"I know its a big favour to ask..." "Go on." "... can you... can you find Kai? Please, I just- I need to see him. I need him here!"

"Y/n-" "Please, Shigaraki. I'll do anything you ask, just find Kai!"

There was silence on the other end for a few seconds.

"Okay. I'll find him."

-

AFO already knew where Kai was. In fact, he was indirectly helping the kidnapper, who was actually another deranged fan of yours, by covering up his tracks. AFO made sure that someone wiped the camera tapes clean. The fan kidnapped Kai because apparently he had some information on how Kai was a threat to you. And anyone who wants to hurt you... well, AFO would like to take care of it before anything ever happens.

He didnt plan on interferring with the hostage situation this early on, actually he didnt even plan on saving Kai at all, but you asked him to... and AFO would always give you whatever you ask.

Besides saving Kai himself would actually be killing two birds with one stone- he would be on your good side and Kai will owe him one too.

So within 3 hours, AFO had sent his men to take out your kidnapper and return Kai to you in one piece, minus the few minor injuries. And concussion.

But the universe must've felt extra benevolent that day because his men brought him a document that made AFO feel like he just hit the jackpot.

Its the document containing the legal paperwork with the "added" clause about how every penny gives you, spends on you and your kids, you will have to return him back with a huge amount of interest in order for you to divorce him at the end of his term. And since you're not even aware of this clause, you would be in his debt and thus, unable to divorce him.

The kidnapper was someone who worked for you, and he must've found these documents, and felt betrayed on your behalf. He must've been concerned for your safety, so he used them to blackmail Kai and get rid of him for good.

AFO chuckled as he made a copy of the document. Should he show them to you when you come to visit, or should he first use them to toy with Kai a little?

Nevertheless, AFO has a feeling he will have you back in his arms sooner than he expected.

[abbey28]

I Will

Second drabble! This one is more centered around the reader and Megumi's relationship as the reader raises him with Satoru. 1,408 words this time <3 It does end with Gojo getting sealed and there is some angst, and I promise that Gojo is actually in it lol! Again can be read as a stand alone fic or in a series, but how I'm writing them right now there really isn't an order to them.

Megumi snuggled closer into your side. You two were on a blanket looking up at the stars while Satoru was busy picking up Tsumiki from her after school clubs. They had run a little late, and with it being fall, the sun had left the sky and there were more things to look up at.

You know that Megumi really enjoys the night and the stars. He has told you about every other constellation and the history behind them on nights like this before, but tonight, he was just silent.

“What’s on your mind, sweet boy?” Megumi let one of your hands gently comb through the spikes of his hair. He hated when Satoru touched his hair, but he found it easy to trust you and let you mess it up.

“I… I’m really… glad you and Gojo got together. And that you are raising us.” A soft smile spread across your face without you knowing as you pulled him a bit closer.

“Oh Megumi. We are also so glad to have you with us. Have I ever told you that you are my favorite person in the whole world?” There was a small pout on his lips that made his cheeks chubbier as he lifted his head more so he could look at you.

Megumi didn’t ever really share things like this often, and it worried you a bit. Was something wrong? He slightly tugged on your sleeve, and you let him fiddle with it while you waited for him to say something else in response.

“Am I really your favorite person? Like, do you, like, love me more than Gojo? And Tsumiki?” You laughed a bit as you lifted the hand that wasn’t in his hair to his cheek as you stroked it softly. He leaned into your hand a bit, unconsciously. Your heart melted a bit.

Satoru did that too. They were a lot more alike than either of them would ever admit.

“Of course. Don’t tell either of them, but you are. Satoru and Tsumiki have each other, so that means you get to be my little boy.” he giggled slightly as you started pressing small kisses all over his face and when your hands started to gently tickle his sides. “You will always have me on your side, ‘k?” Megumi nodded as a rare look of joy was spread over his normally grumpy face.

“I will be on your side too. When you and Gojo get divorced, I’m going to live with you!” the sparkles in his eyes and smile on his face as he said that made you choke out a disbelieved laugh.

“Divorce? Sweety, we would need to be married first.” he just hummed in agreement as he again began to snuggle in closer to you. He must have been getting cold, so you grabbed your jacket that was laying next to you and set it over him. He curled up a bit more so that way he could get more warmth.

“Okay. Once you guy’s get married, I will take your last name, that way you really are my parent.” Scratch what you said earlier about him being quieter.

And where was he hearing all of this stuff?

“If we do get married, we don't all have to have the same last name. If that is okay with you and your sister, you guys could keep your own last name. And Satoru's clan would be upset if I married and didn't take the Gojo name. But if that is the case, you can’t call Satoru Gojo anymore. Otherwise, it will get confusing.”

Megumi’s eyebrows furrowed at that. Satoru had been trying for a solid year to get Megumi to call him anything other than Gojo (ie- his first name, dad, great protector, strongest one.)

The closest he’s come is the nicknames bitch and idiot.

(You suspect he got that from his school- you don’t like it but Gojo insists that it has a good educational system. You suppose that the only other school option you have is jujutsu high, but even with Megumi’s family lineage and cursed technique you have been doing your best to keep both of the kids away from that life. Besides, Satoru and Shoko both have dirty mouths that sometimes slip in front of the kids.)

“I don’t care for Satoru. I think we should kick him out.” That was a lie, and you both knew that it was. Despite his harsh words, Megumi cared for his “surrogate” dad even though he was still incredibly salty to him.

“I don’t think so. I still love him.” He let out a sigh that suggested he was both too tired and sick of this constant talk of your boyfriend.

The two of you lapsed back into silence.

That was until the front door was heard opening and you heard Satoru’s voice yell out, calling your names.

“Honey, I’m home!” You untangled yourself from Megumi as you both got up to greet the other two at the door.

“Hey.” you took bag the he was holding (Tsumiki’s school bag) as Satoru put Tsumiki on the ground after previously being on his shoulders. She ran into another room, most likely the kitchen, as Satoru got down knees and opened his arms.

You watched as he wiggled his eyebrows towards Megumi, who was standing on the sideline.

Megumi shook his head as a look of fear took over his features.

Satoru’s grin widened as he moved closer, close enough so that way he could sweep his feet off the floor as he pressed a flurry of wet kisses all over his kiss.

This was probably bad. Too much affection would probably stop the poor boy's heart. But soon enough both of their giggles filled up the space as Megumi called out uncle. He took a few seconds to catch his breath and readjust his clothes, but once he composed himself he sent a glare at Satoru.

“This is why I hate you. You are my least favorite person.” he then turned around and stalked off to his room. Satoru turned to you, his smile still very much on his face.

“I guess he’s reaching that age. Do you think it will get any easier once they are teenagers?"

“I do”

His eyes softened as he looked into yours, and one of his arms circled around your waist as he pulled you towards him.

He pulled in for a soft kiss, one that made you feel every gallon of he has for you and your small family of four, along for the future you all had together.

Once he pulled away, he kept his forehead against yours as he swayed back and forth a little.

“I don’t know what I would do without you.” Those whispered words warmed your heart. It seemed like today was a day of sweet confessions.

You didn’t know how this had happened.

You held Megumi close to your chest as you felt his tears sink through your uniform.

Nanami was dead, Nobara’s condition was very unstable, some old curse had taken control of the body of an old friend, and your love had been sealed into a box.

Shibuya had gone wrong in all of the worst ways, in ways that led to you comforting your normally emotionless son as he weeped for a person he had spent his young years scheming against. Tears slipped past your eyes as you pressed a kiss on to the top of his head.

Itadori had eaten a lot of fingers, the Zenin clan had come to an end, Tsumiki was now in the culling games, and Principal Yaga had died at the hands of an unfair sentence.

“He’s the strongest. He’ll get out, right?” Megumi whispered the words, and they were almost too muffled for you to hear, but you heard them anyway.

The way he said sounded so hopeful, just as if he was back to being a boy who was scared by thunderstorms but who knew it would end soon.

“Of course he will, sweet boy. He will always come back to us.”

But even if your words let go of some of the tension from your son's shoulders, you almost found it hard to believe yourself. You didn’t doubt your husband, but this was a whole nother situation you had never thought of or prepared for.

This was not the future you had wanted for your family.

[sister-of-hitoshi]

Bnha main three x turned to child reader

Scenarios with just fluff!

Midoriya Izuku

It was a quaint, idle afternoon, although Midoriya Izuku was as busy as ever.

Being the former no.1 hero's protégé, being the weilder of One for All, being a dutiful student of the most prestigious academy of Japan, being a good son, being a supportive friend, a wonderful partner, a-

Good babysitter?

Yes there was a lot to be, but being a babysitter was really asking too much of him.

Our pure, sweet and innocent boy might be good with kids in general, but he was not made to handle little gremlins with short fuses.

But alas, to be the future no.1 hero of the country, you should be ready to face each and every challenge thrown at you.

Or that's what he kept telling himself.

Because right now, a little gremlin had been pulling at his curls for god knows how long.

And this little gremlin was his adorable s/o...

It all started when he had comeback to his room being left in shambles with a little toddler claiming their throne at it's centre.

"U-ummm"

"W-W-Whoooo a-are youuu??!!"

What is an adorable kid doing in his room? How are they even in his room? Isn't UA supposed to have top-tier security? Why is-

"I'M Y/N!!"

This was enough for his instincts to take over his next movements as he immediately picked you up and full-cowled to Aizawa sensei.

Recovery girl was informed, and following her deductions, he got to know about the duration of three days.

Without further ado, and due to all the qualities mentioned in point number 2, Aizawa immediately put him in charge of his companion.

Which brings us back to the present.

The present where you were running around the common school yard with him chasing after you- because at some point during his conversation with his teachers you had become tired of his curls and had jumped down from his back, ordering requesting him to run and catch you.

The first few minutes he was only trying to humour you to see that adorable grin that you sported.

But this soon wasn't the case anymore since he was now being bested by a literal toddler in terms of running for two hours straight.

This activity was followed by you doing his hair and him doing yours in your room, since his was left in shambles and you wouldn't let him go.

To say you were hyper was an understatement-

And you hadn't even unleashed half of your potential!

At some point, the perplexity of his own precarious situation got to him, leading him to call his mom asking for tips.

Following which he had you strapped on his chest everytime he was busy doing something, he couldn't have you tiring yourself afterall (he didn't have it in him to run after you anymore)

It was pretty alright after your initial tantrums and pulling on his hair, asking to be let down.

You were a somewhat of cuddle bug for him- you slapped everyone's hands away when they tried to touch you, and only permitted him for doing so (he is still very proud of you for doing that).

Want to be entertained? You can swing using his black whips, float around the room with him, the options were endless!- So of course you did everything on the list because why not.

All in all he was a good servant caretaker, you never once cried when he was around and he could keep up with your royal decrees shenanigans.

Of course you would never know that he fantasized about you in his almight onesies

"...Is this the candy that you wanted, Y/N?"

"YEs"

You were pretty pleased with your devoted follower, so being a good ruler, you decided it was best to promise your loyal subject a deserving reward.

"Uh- they said that they've run out of stock for that juice Y/N-san so-"

You interrupted him by giving him a sweet peck on the cheek, as a reward of course-

"Mr. Izukw! I'm gonna marry yu in the fwuture!"

"..umM..."

.......

....

"...- so the kis- I MEAN THE CANDY- NO JUICE-JUICE-"

You child form wasn't enough to keep him from blushing till his ear tips.

He pulled on his bangs to keep you from seeing his red face.

"Umm...m-me too"

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[lavender-butterfly-cookie]

The flour in your dough (Mystic flour cookie Pre corruption)

The Ivory pagoda, a place inhabited by many cookies and followers of Mystic Flower cookie. And Y/N cookie was one of them. In fact, Y/N was the right hand cookie and protector of Mystic Flour cookie. Wherever she went, they would follow. Needless to say that the two grew a close bond from how much time they spent together. Every time Mystic Flour cookie finished granting wishes for the day, she'd spend her evenings with them. And Cloud Hatae cookie of course. At first glance one could assume they were a family. And sometimes it felt that way.

When Mystic Flour cookie had to cocoon herself, the place felt quite lonely. Cloud Hatae cookie and Y/N cookie would spend time together, speaking of how they looked forward to their masters return. The only this that could ruin the peace was the people themselves. They had wishes, and they wanted them granted now. Y/N cookie had to hold them back several times, sometimes having to draw their weapon to fend off those who were violent. The other guards grew scared they'd crumble to the hands of the angry cookies with how aggressive they had grown, and Y/N cookie also felt this.

"Just a little longer" They'd think. "Just a little longer and she'll come out. I know she will." Why couldn't these cookies be patient with her. Couldn't they see she was doing this for them in the first place? As time went by it got worse. The cookie grew more greedy and impatient by the day and more cases of attacks had happened. She was so close to becoming the leavened one. So so close. But alas, it was too good to be true.

One day the cookies all stormed into the temple, having already crumbled the guards on the outside and now ready to take what they want by force. Someone had spread a false rumor that there were treasures within the cocoon, and the cookies greed took over them. Y/N cookie stood in front of the cocoon with Cloud Hatae cookie, looking at it in thought before the riot of cookies came.

"What is going on here?! What has gotten into you cookies?!" They'd yell, one hand on their weapon and the other shielding Cloud Hatae cookie behind them.

"Where is it?! Where's the treasure?!" "We know she hides it in her cocoon! Give it to us!" "We've waited too long for our wishes!"

It was all the same chaotic mess, but a lot worse now that so many had chosen to retaliate violently.

"Can't you cookies be patient?! She's so close to being the leavened one! Just wait a little longer-"

Y/N cookies orders fell upon deaf ears and the cookies weren't leaving till they got what they wanted. A stone flew right at their face, earning a yell of pain as it collided with their forehead and left and open wound.

"Y/N COOKIE!" Cloud Hatae cookie exclaimed as he tried to help, but Y/N cookie. held them back.

"Go. I'll deal with this."

With little to no options left, he ran and hid, leaving Y/N cookie to fight alone. The resentment and hatred burning in the cookies eyes, had they been that greedy to such a high extent? Either way, if they refused to leave on their own account, if they refused to let Mystic Flour cookie finally complete this journey to become the leavened one, they would have to fight. And they did. The battle was heavy and aggressive, leaving no room for faltering without consequence. Y/N cookie was a good fighter, but there were far too many cookies and not being able to cause severe damage didn't help. Cloud Hatae cookie watched from behind a vase, tears running down his cheeks as he shook in fear and panic.

The battle was soon ended when Y/N cookie could fight no longer. They collapsed, injured and heavily hurt. The cookies put no further effort into fighting and threw the barely living cookie aside, leaving Cloud Hatae cookie to run to them and try aid them whilst the culprits walked to the cocooned. In one slice it had been split open and Mystic Flour cookie was before them, a shadow cast over her eyes. "Fake immortal" they yelled. To hide being a single cooke and refuse to grant their wishes, how dare she, they thought. They demanded the treasure, and if she couldn't provide that, then the least she could do was grant their wishes. But she stayed silent.

She didn't say a word.

She didn't need to.

With a motion of her hand, the atmosphere around the cookie grew dense, and soon they started turning into flour. Their anger was now replaced with fear. Some tried to run, but they fell. when they tried to stand up, they couldn't. Because they no longer had the legs to do so. Some tried to fight her, readying their weapons. But they dropped their weapons just as fast as they readied them. When they tried picking them up, they couldn't. Because they didn't have the hands to do so. Some tried to beg, saying they'd never do it again. But their pleas were silenced when they coughed up flour and could no longer speak.

Mystic Flour cookie looked upon them, her now black eyes visible. Soon it was all over. Not a cookie left. No running, no fighting, no begging, nothing. She approached Cloud Hatae cookie, who was still crying and hugging Y/N cookies limp body. She sits beside him, taking the body into her own arms and hugging it. Tears seeped from her closed eyes and Cloud Hatae cookie hugged her side. She puts a hand on his head and strokes it as a form of comfort. Soon once all calmed down she stood up.

"They're still alive. Just in a state of comatose" She said.

"Please, take them to my old room and leave them to rest there. Makes sure no one interferes or harms them in this state"

Cloud Hatae cookie nodded as Mystic Flour cookie returned to her cocoon. She nearly lost the one she loved, but now she'll make sure it never happens again. Cookies will learn, one way or another, the weight lifting feeling of returning to flour.

[sosa2imagines]

Dean Winchester is a softie.

Warnings- only fluff , Dean Winchester he is a warning! Grumpy, Flirty and Softy

The air in the motel room you shared with Dean was filled with a thick and fuming tension.

You had just gotten back from a somewhat successful case. ‘Somewhat’ because the monster you were hunting was dead, but it left you in bad shape, after a reckless decision on your part to make yourself bait in order to save the victim. Your plan worked, in the end. And you survived, but that doesn’t make Dean any less angry.

“I can’t believe you.” He finally spoke up, a bitterness laced in his voice. "At least the women was safe!" you tried to reason with him.

“At least I don’t have to mourn over your ass too.” Dean retorted, crossing his arms and leaning his back on the wall. "Wow let's celebrate then!" you joked which annoyed him more. “Celebrate what? Your dumb ass decision to use yourself as bait?”

What other option did we have? You tried to reason again but Dean scoffed. “What other option? What about all the times I told you don’t go off on your own’? Or Stay in touch? Or ‘Don’t make rash decisions’?” he yelled.

"Rash decisions my ass! Our job is to protect and that's what I did." you yelled back getting slightly annoyed by him. “At what cost, then?” Dean shot back, crossing his arms. “You could have died, you know that right? Or did you decide to ignore that too?” "I know, ok!" you hissed in pain "I didn't do it on purpose, but I just couldn't stand there, and let some innocent person die."

Dean went quiet, letting out a long exhale before speaking again. “We could argue about this all day…But it’s done.” He said, his voice softening. “Don’t risk your life like that again, ok? Promise me that much.” he pleaded. You took a deep breath, "I promise you, I will be careful next time."

"You better. I couldn’t afford to lose you now, not after everything else that’s happened to me.” Dean paused for a second before adding, “Plus you still owe me $20.” You soften your gaze at him "You won't lose me Dean, never, before realizing what he said making you glare at him " What $20?"

He smirked and rolled his eyes. “The bet we made when we started this case, remember?” Dean asked with a knowing smirk on his face. “So pay up.” Ah the bet you both had shook hands to. If either of you are reckless or dies, you owe money to the survivor. "No, I'm alive so I win" you shrugged casually.

“Oh yeah? Then what about the fact you almost got yourself killed?” He raised an eyebrow, smirking.. You tried to stifle laughing. "that didn't happen so technically I won"

"You think just because you were lucky enough to be alive you win? Think again." He said, walking towards you. "Now pay the hell up." "No I won't" you pouted.

“Oh you’re gonna pay.” He said, his smirk disappearing. He extended his hand forward. “Money.” You thought it would be funny so you placed your hand in his palm. Dean didn't find it funny though. “Money.” He said again, tightening his grip on your hand. You tried to pull away, "Hey watch it, I said no!"

“I’m not letting go of you until you give me the money.” He replied, gripping your hand tighter. "I can take it" you smirked at him. “Oh really?” Dean smirked back at you, tightening his grip even more. “You can’t beat the Winchester grip.” He said, keeping his eyes locked on yours. You smirked playfully at him "Oh yeah? You are on! The money is safe in my back pocket and I won't give it to you!"

He moved closer, his expression turning sour and his brows furrows. “Give it.” He demanded, his grip even tighter. You pat your back pocket with your free hand, "Nope" "Give me the money or I swear to god.." He growled, looking angry. "The money, or I'll grab it from your pocket myself and take it." He said, still keeping his grip on your hand. "What? you'll just rip it apart?" you smirked playfully, "No I won't give it to you, now let go of my hand Winchester!" "I am not letting go until I get the money, do I make myself clear?" He said, squeezing your hand harder, but not painful enough to hurt.

You squeezed his hand hard challenging him "Try your best" Dean narrowed his eyes "Last chance…" He grunted, his expression turning stern.

"Oh I'm scared, nope!" Dean then reached out and tried to grab your pocket, his other hand still gripping your other hand tightly. "What are you doing?" “Taking. The. Money.” Dean responded, trying to reach for your back pocket, his grip on your hand still tight. You started to move backwards, Dean went after you holding your hand, still trying to grab your pocket. “Where do you think you’re going?” He asked, following you. "Anywhere possible with you refusing to let go of my hand"

“Give! Me! The! Money!” He roared, his grip tightening on your hand. “No more chances. You pay up, or it’s trouble.” He hissed, keeping a firm stare on your eyes. You glared at him hoping he will stop, but no! “I said, give me the goddamn money.” Dean demanded, clenching the fist of his hand that was holding yours. “Now.” "No!" you shout.

Dean kept glaring at you as his other hand finally reached your back pocket. He tried to grasp the money, but you kept it firmly locked. “Last chance before I rip your pocket open.” He warned. "Then you'll have to buy me new pair of jeans" you smirked. “Don’t test me.” Dean said. “I’ll do just that.” “You think I’m kidding?” He asked. “You’re either giving me the money, or I’m ripping your pocket.” He said, narrowing his eyes. “Take your pick.” At this point it wasn't about the money, you were actually having fun playing with him. "Are you going to buy me new pair of jeans?" He stayed silent for a moment, his brows furrowed. “No.” He said. “But you are giving me that money or your jeans are not what you have to worry about.” "Of course I have to worry about that, I can't roam around pant-less"

Dean glared, then grabbed your pocket and tried to grab the money from the inside of it. He finally got a hold of it and took out a few notes. “$20…” He said, looking at you as he crumpled the notes and threw it on the bed. “Happy?” He asked, his tone turning sour.

Ok he didn't need to do that. You grabbed the money and put it back in your pocket "That was cute" you rolled your eyes. Dean clenched his jaw when you grabbed the $20 and put it back in your pocket. “Cute?” He asked, glaring. “Cute? Do you have any idea how much I worried about you?” So this was not about the money, it is about you, you smiled softly looking at him "Look I'm sorry for making you worry, but I had to do, what I had to do, to save the innocent people."

Dean stayed silent for a moment. “I know…but you gotta think about yourself too.” He said, keeping his tone soft and caring. He walked towards you and placed his hands on your shoulders. “I know you’re a hunter, you know that you never back down before a fight…But you gotta use your head too.” He looked into your eyes. “I’m worried about you, ok? I can’t lose you.”

You hugged him and slipped the money into his pocket, "I know , I'm so sorry Dean and I promise you, you won't lose me I promise you." He hugged you back, returning the affection you gave him. He then looked at you and smiled. “Good. Now come here and give me a kiss.” He said, smirking as he spoke. “For making me worry.” he demanded just like that, as if he was asking for an apple. You looked at him with wide eyes, heat rushing in you body, "What?"

“Come here, or else.” He growled, gripping your shoulders tight as he pulled you closer to him. “Now give me that kiss.” He said with a smirk on his face. “Or there will be consequences.” You gulped nervously, thinking oh god, but the way he was looking at you with desire and lust and care made your knees go weak, and his tone nothing but serious made you give away, so you closed your eyes and kissed him. He closed his eyes and kissed you back. After pulling away, he smiled and ran his hands through your hair. “That’s better.” He said, his tone turning sweet again as his expression lightened up. “Now you need to rest, while I go clean up.” He chuckled as he glanced at your slightly-battered condition.

"I wonder what the consequences would have been" you mumbled to yourself in low voice with curiosity eating you, but oh boy he heard it, “No, you really don’t.” He said, looking at you with a stern expression, but then let out a sigh when he saw your pleading eyes. “Ok, fine…Do you want to be punished?” He asked, smirking.

That ran a shiver down your spine, "Oh look at the time, I should rest" you blushed, heat pooling in your stomach. He smirked. That was definitely not gonna work. Who were you trying to fool? “I think you should rest on my lap.” His voice was sweet as he held his arms out. “Come here now.” You looked at him curiously, contemplating your options but, he opened his arms out and you went towards him. You lay down on his lap, your head resting against his chest as he hugged you, his arms wrapping around you. “Better?” He whispered, his eyes locking on yours for a moment. “I know you wanted to get cozy with me.”

You wanted to say BEST but you were to shy, red as tomato. “My lap is pretty cozy, don’t you think?” He asked with a smirk. “Nice and soft just for you.” He chuckled. “I bet you never thought to be here, huh?” You somehow found your voice to speak "Yeah it is cozy and no I never thought I would be here"

“And I bet you never thought I’d be this sweet with you.” He teased, his tone still sweet as he held you. “Is this what you wanted? A cozy night together?” He smirked. Truth to be told, you both were dancing around your feelings for each other, Sam gave up trying to get you both together, the sexual tension was deep. But neither of you tried to make a move. Who would have thought a serious injury would be the up rise of your relationship with Dean.

"Oh I knew you would be sweet with me and yes this is what I wanted" you said with confidence that you found all of a sudden. “Oh yeah? How’d you know?” He asked, his smirk turning into a little grin. “Maybe I’m sweet with every girl I see?” He asked playfully. You gave him a death glare, how dare he ruin the perfect moment?

“What?” He asked with a smirk, not letting go of you. “Don’t tell me you’re a jealous princess.” "Why would I? Maybe someone else might be sweet with me too!" “Someone else? Someone better than me?” He asked, his voice turning flirty as he kissed your cheek. “Because if someone did, you’d be sleeping in their arms right now, not with me, right?” He smirked.

How the hell did this man had so much effect on you? From chewing your ears off, to manhandling for money, to demanding to kiss him, to making you speechless! How did he do that?

"You got the point" you scoffed and pouted. His smirk faded and he stared at you, his eyes full of longing and desire. “I don’t want anybody else. I want you, always.” He said, not letting go of you. “Are you mine and I can have you?” He asked, his gaze on you firm. How can you say no to him, when he is looking at you like that? "I'm yours, you can have me."

He smiled and held on tight to you, his lips caressing your forehead gently. “I thought you were never going to admit it. You’re too stubborn.” He chuckled. “But you are mine now. So I expect cuddles and kisses every night.” He teased, his voice turning sweet again. "My stubborn-ness depends on the situation and this is a complete new Dean Winchester I'm witnessing, not complaining though."

“Oh really? So you didn’t have an idea that I could be sweet?” He chuckled, running his fingers through your hair. He then leaned a little closer to your ears. “You should see what else I can do when alone with you.” He whispered, his voice full of seduction. You looked at him with a love filled gaze. "What else do you want to do?"

“How about you let me show you?” He smirked and gently pulled you closer to him. “I hope you’re ready, sweetheart. It’s about to get heated up between us.” He whispered, smirking as his gaze locked on yours. You nodded and that was enough for him.

“Good.” That was all he said before turning your face towards him. He kissed you deeply, his lips full of passion and desire. His fingers slid trough your hair as his lips danced with yours, until he finally pulled away to breathe. “So, you want to see what else I can do alone with you?” He asked, his voice turning deep, playful and full of seduction. “I’m all yours, sweetheart.” Before you can answer him, his lips were on yours once more in an instant and his hand was back at your hair, caressing your head gently. As he kissed you passionately, he kept his eyes locked on yours as well, never looking away once, as if he never wants to forget this moment he’s spending with you. “Does that answer your question, sweetheart? How I can be sweet with you?” He whispered, his voice thick with love and sincerity. “How I can be gentle and caressing?” He asked, his tone turning sweet again.

"Yes it does" you whispered. “Good, my princess.” He pulled away from the kiss once more and ran his fingers through your hair once again, admiring your beauty. “Do you know how much I love you?” He asked, his voice turning gentle as his eyes locked on yours. “I care for you a lot. Too much to lose you.” He whispered. “So don't ever make me worry, ok? And never put yourself in a risky situation. Ok?”

"I promise you I won't do it ever again" “Good. Now lay on me again. I missed having you in my arms.” He chuckled and opened his arms out once more, waiting for you to lay on his lap. “And then we’ll go to sleep.” He added, smirking. “Because you need to get some rest after today.” He said, his tone turning gentle again. He pulled you closer, so that your head lay on his chest once more, the same as how it was before.

“Good night, princess.” And with those words, Dean closed his eyes as he held you tight to his chest.

(This is my first ever attempt writing about Dean Winchester, I hope you all enjoy, let me know in comments 😊❤️)

[gargoyleandgremlinpress]

Sudden Nature by everbrighter

This MDZS fic/series is a modern AU that's mostly without magic... except there's a heavenly bureaucracy. And every once in a while, it makes a mistake, and sends someone who's died back to earth. This is rare, but frequent enough that hospitals have resurrection wards just in case.

If you're at all familiar with canon, I think we can all see where this is going.

Wei Ying is a a whistleblower on the Wen Corporation in this one, who's adopted baby A-Yuan. When he's killed in an accident, Lan Zhan raises Lan Yuan and lives with his grief... and then Wei Ying comes back. This is a story that's emotional and heartfelt, and very funny in bits, about grief and loss and family, and getting something back you never thought you would, much like canon.

The series is a bunch of interconnected short fic with two long segments. The first one is from one from Lan Sizhui's point of view: "Lan Yuan has lived most of his sixteen years not knowing the man who raised him as a toddler. So when Wei Ying suddenly comes back to life, both Lan Yuan and his dad, Lan Zhan, work to make room in their lives for him. Too bad he has a science project due this week..."

The second one is from Wei Ying's: "Wei Ying comes back from the dead, all of a sudden. Over the course of a week, he remembers what it is to be alive, and what it is to be in love." (Not gonna lie, I kind of love the parts where Wei Ying is adjusting to no longer having the body of a twenty year old, in terms of sleeping for a week on the couch now has CONSEQUENCES.)

But it was the very first part of the series that hooked me, where Lan Zhan falls in love. And it's not who you think.

"Aren’t there classes for this? Aren’t there books a person is supposed to read for this? Should he have done research? Shouldn’t he have prepared? But ah, it’s too late now, and there’s a baby in his arms, face to the shoulder of Lan Zhan’s cable-knit sweater."

I finished the typeset for this fic back in the fall of 2022, and it was in my pile of text blocks to finish binding for Binderary, an annual fanbinding challenge, in February, 2023. It was the last one left. I looked at the text block. I looked at my bookcloth and paper options for the cover. I pulled out two options... and couldn't decide. It turns out, I just didn't have the right combination of colours.

In the interim, I obtained some Duo book cloth, a particular line that has a two-tone colour shift to it, gorgeous in person, but really hard to photograph. The company that makes it, sadly, has gone out of business, and the final group orders for it obtained near epic status among @renegadeguild circles. (It has its own lore. And fic.)

Which is to say, the spine of this book is Duo Dragonfly, and the cover is chiyogami paper. The endbands were my first time trying a double core, in sewing thread, and are a little bit shaky as a result, though I'm pretty happy with the colour combo. Lettering stencilled in gold acrylic paint.

I was going for an ethereal, heavenly feel with the title page, and a shout out to the Toronto setting with the spread on the table of contents. (Hello, fellow Canadians!)

A few interior shots here, and a vaguely Lan cloud used for the section breaks. I did a bit of formatting to mimic a newspaper column for the article that starts off "Thirty-Seven," the long section from Wei Ying's point of view.

I am pretty happy with how it turned out, and glad I held off to get the match that felt right for the cover materials!

And behind the cut for spoilers... the last sentence in the short chapter right before Wei Ying's death gets me RIGHT IN THE FEELS every single time I read it.

Lan Zhan held onto A-Yuan! He held him for fifteen minutes, and then for the next sixteen years it took for Wei Ying to come back from getting milk at the 7-11! Oh my heart. Nnngh.

(Also, I slid in a fan art illustration for the fic from GreenTeaPikachu, so enjoy the drunk!LanZhan Does Parkour as an added bonus for clicking through!)

[forgetful-nots]

Day 1:- Crush/Confession

Gray took the menu she was about to reach for and sat down on his seat, a wide grin on his face, with a hint of smugness.

"Looking for this" he held the menu up before sliding it across to her, and taking the one that had been beside it.

She smiled and sat down on her seat,

" Why take this one if you were gonna give it to me"

" To mess with you"

She rolled her eyes at that, still smiling.

It was their first outing after their reunion after over two years of no contact, and while she wouldn't say it out loud, she had missed this, missed their lively chatter, how everything seemed so relaxed with him, Missed him.

"So, what do you wanna eat?, you have anything in mind?"

"No, anything you'd recommend, I've never been to a australian restaurant before"

"You didn't learn about Australian delicacies from all those tutors you grew up with?"

His tone was cheeky and teasing and she responded in kind.

"No, australia isn't exactly known for it's food"

"Well, it's lunch so I'd recommend meat pies and lamingtons, as for desert the pavlovas here are great, though there are plenty of other options as well"

A waitress came up to them at that moment, "Hello, my name's Aisha, have you decided on what to eat yet?, if you're feeling indecisive then I can recommend what to eat"

She had a good natured smile on her face, and Carmen couldn't help but return it.

"I'll take the lamington and Carmen you'll.."

"I'll have the same"

Aisha started writing in her notepad, "okayyyy, will that be all, or would you like desert as well, If there's a special occasion we usually tend to give free desert, especially if it's an anniversary" she looked at them expectantly.

" As tempting as it is to lie and take advantage of that, we're just Friends, and we're just eating out today, that and two tiramisus will be all"

Carmen could swear she saw her give her a side-eye.

"Okay, I will be right back with your order"

She went away and they were left alone once again. Not that Carmen was paying attention, the only thing she was focusing at was the fact that gray had just said that they were "just friends" yeah he couldn't exactly say 'situationship' but it still left a bad taste in her mouth, truth be told, she had been hoping that this was where they'd finally talk about it, they couldn't ignore it forever like they had been for the past month.

Though from the looks of things that wasn't about to happen.

"You like lamingtons?"

"I like them just fine, I didn't wanna try anything new so I just took something familiar, I do like tiramisus though"

"I know that, you told me"

"Oh, I wasn't sure you did, you know, with your memory and all"

"I'm suprised you even got my name right"

She had barely opened her mouth to answer when he spoke up again.

"Oh, wait, you didn't, I just had to resort to the only one you could remember"

"You suffered from that as well"

"Not anymore"

She smiled and he returned the smile, somebody else joking about their "bad memory" would have been insensitive but considering they had been through the exact same thing they had a right to do it.

"Jokes aside, the food here is nice you'll like it"

"I'll take your word for it"

A comfortable silence followed, which was pretty much always the case with them, the same could not be said for her thoughts, which we're still stuck on the "just friends" topic, she shouldn't have been stuck up on it, it was a one time comment, said without much thought but she couldn't get it out of her head and it was about time they addressed it anyway.

The table they were sitting at was a corner with sofa like seats, it was in a circular shape and they were on opposite ends, she slipped to his side.

He looked up at her, as she sat next to him, the surprise at their newfound proximity evident in his face , she tucked a piece of stray hair behind her ear, suddenly feeling very shy, "the food's not gonna be here for a couple more minutes and I wanted to talk to you about something"

"Okay, this sounds serious, everything okay"

"Yeah, something you said has just been bothering me for the last few minutes"

"Was it the name comment?, If it was, I didn't mean to hurt you, I was just joking"

"No, it wasn't that, and for the record, that wasn't rude or anything"

"So, what was it"

"When Aisha implied that we were together, you said that we were just friends" his expression changed from concern to understanding

"Well, I didn't really know how to describe it, we're not dating but we're not exactly platonic either, I didn't mean to say I didn't see you that way, I'm sorry"

"I know, it's just we haven't talked about it yet and I was just hoping that today was when we did and that comment really caught me off guard"

"Well, we're talking about it now"

"Yes, we are and I'll be the first to say it, I love you, but I think you already know that"

" I do know that and I love you too"

"Huh, that wasn't as all as hard as I was expecting it to be"

"Yeah, turns out being honest and straightforward can actually help a lot, who knew"

"So, what happens now"

"Usually, when two people love each other they start dating"

"So, we're officially together"

"As long we're both in agreement"

"Then I guess I have a boyfriend"

"You think we'd still be able to get free desserts now"

"Pretty sure that rule only applies for people who were already dating when they entered"

"Oh well, there's no harm in trying"

She chuckled and as if on instinct he placed his hand on her's, "you know, that's another thing people in love do, hold each other's hand"

She intertwined her fingers with his, they were surprisingly warm, firm and held on to her tightly, not in a way that in any way hurt but made her feel loved and protected, she looked up at him, her eyes met his, and something in her wanted to melt right then and there.

"You know, I think there's one more thing people in love do" she started to lean forward, "yeah, I think they do"

He leaned forward and she had barely closed her eyes when the sound of approaching footsteps caused her to jerk away as fast as she could, gray did the same, and she was greeted with the sight of their food in front of her, "hope you weren't starving, sorry that it took a bit longer than usual" Aisha smiled up at them, clearly not having noticed the abrupt change of position.

Gray passed her food to her.

"No, we weren't and thank you for the food, we understand that things can get busy"

She smiled, asked her to let her know if they needed anything else and went away.

She turned her attention back to gray, "we we're this close to just getting caught making out by the person you just told we're just friends too"

" Yeah, that would've been ironic, not necessarily bad through"

She supposed that was true, some things were better out in the open, after all.

@redcracklevalentines

[omennatural]

What we know + a little speculation - eccles cakes, Gabriel, and Crowley's anger

Okay so with the past two teasers, a lot is put into context. I've finally sat down to put it all down for anyone that would like it, and a little spec on what could be related to the scenes we have, I'll be going in chronological order. I'm listening to Crowley's playlist as I write this so I'm going a little insane.

Okay first off we got a new teaser here, where we see their little coffee date happening, but the interesting thing to note here is that Crowley comes into this scene already pissed. Aziraphale is taking Nina's suggestion, eccles cakes, in hopes to calm Crowley.

So then Nina, darling Nina, asks about the NAKED MAN IN AZIRAPHALE'S SHOP and Crowley's very interested in this. Crowley doesn't know about Gabriel at this point, Aziraphale (probably) is taking this time to figure out how to tell Crowley Gabe's crashing at the bookshop, that he's even here on Earth at all. Nina's forced his hand, he's got to explain himself, I mean did you see the guilt in his face?

So it's safe to assume Aziraphale needs to show him, an explanation is a matter of great importance, they take those place of cakes to go (I imagine Aziraphale very sincerely promised to bring the plate back, washed and in perfect condition post haste) and we get, well, you know, the best discovery of my life. Original eccles post here.

So we all know what happens next.

SOME SPECULATION NOW

Okay now that that's established, I think the newest little teaser here, aside from sending me into a tailspin, comes pretty soon if not immediately after Crowley finds out about Gabriel. It makes sense, does it not? Gabriel introduces his presence, Crowley says, "A word, Angel. In private," or something of the like and they go upstairs and Crowley says he's gotta get the fuck out. It all fits.

Now my favorite little bit of spec about this whole thing is the scene where Crowley has his lighting outburst. He's pissed, to a degree we've never seen before. Angry enough to fucking smoke and summon lightning. Armageddon didn't even piss him off that bad. I think what could bring him to this level is someone messing with that fragile peace he's they've carved out for themselves, possibly. That makes a lot of sense if this outburst is after the discussion where Crowley says Gabriel's gotta go. Maybe they did have a little spat, didn't resolve it immediately, Crowley left and is so pissed that, well.

Boom.

The other option for this fitting into this bit with the cakes and Gabriel is if this happens before the coffee shop date. If that's the case, it explains why he's so damn angry. Maybe something with Hell, his car (he is living out of it), I don't know, but if this is the case then he has the outburst, maybe Aziraphale notices, comes out in a rush and takes Crowley into the shop to calm down? Does Crowley try to suggest they go into the bookshop but Aziraphale says no, takes him to the coffee shop? But oh, Nina forces the Gabriel reveal.

I really go back and forth on before or after, the scene looks right for the other ones as far as it could be the same day, continuity and all that. I could be totally wrong, this could come later, but I don't think so. But who knows.

Wait and see I guess.

[cosyvelvetorchid]

If you are still taking prompts “say it again” “i love you” “ah- again” “i love you” “i- i love you too”

Sorry for the delay. I finished writing it them promptly fell asleep lol. Anyway here it is. Enjoy!

As always you can send me bucktommy or saltommy prompts, fluff or smut, and I'll wrote something.

Thanks 🩶

*****

Sal and Tommy had been ordered to sit in the engine. They were two grown ass men, in their mid thirties and Cap had put them on a fucking time out. It was the right call, from Cap's perspective - he was tired of hearing them both snipe at eachother all morning. He gave them the option of a time out to work things out or get written up. Sal was already 2 strikes deep and a 3rd would mean a firing.

The 118 were on standby at a festival. 122 and 147 were primary so the 118's engine was parked at the back of the parking lot just in case. Everyone else had left them alone to work their shit out.

They sat at opposite corners in the back of the engine. Both sat solid with their arms folded across their chests. The silence that hung between them was heavy.

"What were you thinking mouthing off to Cap?" Tommy snapped, breaking the silence.

"Go fuck yourself, Tommy." Sal sniped back. Tommy scoffed.

"Yeah typical Sal - throwing his toys put of the stroller when he's in the wrong."

"As apposed to typical Tommy, who thinks he always knows best?" He threw back.

"Whats that supposed to mean?"

"You always make decisions for other people because you think they're too dumb to make decisions for themselves."

"That is not true." Tommy argued.

"Yes it is! You did it with me. You ended things with me because you decided I wasn't ready. You decided I was too stupid to know what I wanted."

"I.. that's not.. " For once Sal was actually wrong. Sal wasn't the reason Tommy ended things. Tommy was.

"You wanna know what I think?" Stupid question, really, because it wouldn't matter if Tommy didn't want to know, Sal would always give his opinion anyway. "I think that this has nothing to do with me and everything to do with you. I think that your scared. I think you're sacred that this has turned into something real and your default is to run. But because you can't admit that, you have to make out that I'm the problem so you can feel better about bailing." He slid across the seats so he was sitting directly opposite Tommy. "Tell me I'm wrong."

"I..." Sal was right. Annoyingly, frustratingly right. Tommy was terrified. He'd never let anybody in has much as he had with Sal over the last 6 months and it scared the shit out of him. Sal sighed and his face softened.

"Tommy, I don't know how many times I have to tell you than I'm in this before you believe me. Yes, it's new for me, and half the time, I don't know what I'm doing, but I'm not a child - I know what I want. You. But you have to decide what you want. Not what you think I need."

Tommy didn't need to think about what he wanted. He leaned forward grabbing at Sals face and planting his lips firmly on his. Sal responded immediately my opening his mouth allowing their tongues to massage eachothers. His hands were all over Tommy. A low grunt came from Tommys throat as Sals hands quickly unbuttoned his turnouts and reached inside to feel Tommy beneath his underwear. Sal pulled him out entirely and began fisting up and and down quickly.

Tommy had spent the last 3 weeks trying not to think about Sal. Trying not to think about how he handled his dick, how he kissed Tommy like he was the first person he'd ever kissed and yet somehow the last person he would ever kiss. How just the thought of Sal being at his place when he walked through the door made his entire soul feel warm. And how that feeling in his stomach when they had first crossed the line of their friendship had slowly spread upwards to his heart and taken root deep inside.

As Sal was kissing and touching him within an inch of his life, those feelings were working their up from his chest to his throat and mouth and now lay delicately on the tip of his tongue.

"God I've missed you." Sal panted into his ear as he kissed down Tommy's neck.

"I.. fuck Sal.. I.." He couldn't hold it in any longer. The words tumbled out of his mouth full force. "I love you."

Sal stopped moving his hand. He lifted his head to meet Tommys gaze. Tommy's stomach filled with utter terror and his mind scrambled to think of a way to get out of this. To somehow take back the words that Sal would more than likely not reciprocate. Sals eyes confidenltly bore into Tommys.

"Say it again." He whispered firmly not moving his eyes from Tommy's.

"I love you." Tommy repeated feeling like all his organs were vibrating. Sal began moving his hand again causing Tommy to catch his breath.

"Ah-again." Sal demanded.

"I love you."

"I-i love you too." He pressed his lips so unbelievably gently onto Tommy's that it was enough for Tommy to tumble over the edge, coating sals hand and his own chest with everything he had inside of him.

[scarlettjohanssons-mistress]

I NEED A PART TWO OF THESE

You're beautiful 2

Warnings: PURE fluff, domestic fluff

Word count: 1.2 K

Pairing: Carol Aird x Fem!Reader

Prompt: An impromptu date, books and men?

Requests: OPEN

[Main masterlist] [Carol masterlist]

The next morning, I realised that we had forgotten to close the curtains in the bedroom, as the sun was beating directly into my eyes. I couldn't fall asleep again, so I started to move around in bed, until I heard a groan and out of the corner of my eye, I saw Carol's blonde hair move.

"Hmmn, don't go," still half asleep, she put her arm on my hip and tried to pull me closer to her.

"I'm just going to close the curtain. The sun won't let me sleep".

She only moaned again, but she didn't let go. She opened her eyes, giving me the pleasure of being the first to see those blue rivers in the morning.

I had always thought I had the most beautiful eyes I had ever seen, but in the morning, they were much more beautiful. They turned from a greenish blue to a light blue, like spring skies, like carnations.

"Good morning princess smiles" the blonde teased.

I didn't notice, but I was so engrossed in Carol's eyes, I didn't realise I was looking at her with puppy dog eyes and a stupid grin.

"Good morning"

"Did you sleep well?"

"I'm the one who should be asking you that question, did you sleep well… after what happened?"

"Hmm next to you, I slept wonderfully."

I didn't know what to say to her, so I simply reached up to caress her right cheek with a smile, causing me to give her another.

"Do you plan to do anything?"

"I had lunch planned with Abby…" I felt my heart break a little, and apparently it was all too evident on my face "But I think she can wait."

"So…?"

"Fancy going into town?" she asked as she rested her weight on her right forearm and with her left hand, tried to tuck a lock of my hair behind my ear.

"Sounds like a great plan.

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Carol let me use some cleaning products, and she let me use her bathroom, but when she insisted that I use some of her clothes I had to refuse.

I was too clumsy, and was well known for spilling food on myself. I would never forgive staining clothes as expensive as those of the blonde woman.

I came out of the bathroom in the same simple dress I had on yesterday and quickly went down the big stairs. Carol was not in the hall.

"Carol?"

"Darling, do you want me to make breakfast or can we go to a coffee shop?"

"Can you cook anything without Florence?" I joked with her.

"You found me out," she said, smiling with those beautiful lips of her.

"Going to a coffee shop sounds perfect".

"Well, if that's the case, you won't be able to go with your coat" I quickly turned my head to look at her doubtfully "It's too cold, and your coat isn't warm enough to cope. You'll have to wear one of mine."

"No, I refuse"

"It's not an option, darling"

"Then I can't go out. I'm not going to wear one of your coats."

"Sweetie, what's your problem with wearing any of my clothes?"

I felt the heat and warmth start to rise in my cheeks, so I bowed my head to the ground.

"I'm afraid to stain it"

She just laughed and made me raise my head.

"Oh darling, that's not a problem" she quickly disappeared into the hall wardrobe and came out wearing a black coat, which matched my white dress perfectly. "Look at you, you look like a sweet doll."

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The breakfast had been perfect. Fancy enough for Carol to feel at home in the place, but homey enough for me not to fall apart next to her.

We were both completely different in that respect. She came from a wealthy family, who had fallen in with Harge's even wealthier family. I had had to sell the only souvenir I had of my mother in order to eat.

"Are you all right?"

Carol gently took my arm, causing me to stop walking distractedly and start paying attention to her.

"What?"

"I asked if you were well. You seem distracted"

"Oh, it's nothing"

"Are you sure?"

"Yes…" but just as I was trying to come up with a better excuse, my eyes automatically focused on the second-hand bookstore across the street from the shopping plaza Carol wanted to go to.

The blonde seemed to notice, so she turned her head to look around the room.

"Do you want to go?" she asked with a toothless grin.

"Doesn't it bother you?"

"Not at all. On the contrary, now, without Rindy, I think I could do with a good book."

Without even waiting for Carol, I quickly ran to the bookshop, looking at the millions and millions of books that could be housed in such a small space.

Not only were there shelves full of books, there was also a small shelf full of vinyls, another full of magazines and another full of comics.

"Wow, I've never seen this shop before," Carol said as soon as she opened the door.

From a connecting room, a man emerged, handsome, rather portly, with lank blond hair, and green eyes behind big black glasses.

"Good afternoon, can I help you with something?

"No, thank you…"

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"Actually," Carol interrupted, still looking at the neatly organised vinyl. "I'd like to see if you have any Billie Holiday."

"I think we can find something that will satisfy your desires, fair lady."

Yes, the books I could find on the shelves were varied, interesting and eye-catching, but not even my love of reading made me look away from Carol and the man.

The two stood facing each other, holding a variety of vinyls in their arms, talking animatedly.

But, something inside my stomach churned when the man passed her a red vinyl, but his hand brushed a little against the blonde's freckled hand.

I quickly grabbed the two books I wanted to buy and walked over to them.

Carefully I turned my back to Carol and rested my head on her shoulder.

"What are you doing?"

The blonde jumped in fright, eliciting a small giggle from the man.

"Girl, don't scare me"

I couldn't help laughing either.

Carol and the man kept flipping through the vinyl sleeves, until I saw the one I knew Rindy would love.

"You should buy that one," I pointed out.

"'The Wizard of Oz?'" asked Carol, raising an eyebrow.

"It's Rindy's and my favourite film".

"It's a GREAT film," the man said.

"Well, if you two are so insistent, I'll buy it."

Before I could say anything else, Carol snatched the books from me and walked to the counter. The man followed her, as did I, and proceeded to collect the items. He put them in a bag and before handing it to the blonde, he pulled out a pink card from under the table. He looked at us and asked us to read it.

'Homosexual bar'.

We both looked at him with confusion. He just winked at us.

"My boyfriend and I would be delighted to welcome a couple as beautiful as you".

"But how?"

"The looks they give each other are charming. And 'The Wizard of Oz'? is the gayest thing in the world".

Now it was my turn to laugh along with the man.

"I plead guilty," I said.

"Well, thank you very much…"

"George"

"Thank you George"

"See you there George"

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