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I wish i could have fancy cheese blocks
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wine and peach chapstick
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「 in which ᔎᔎ 」 yuji itadori's mean (and quite attractive) uncle comes to pick him up from school (again) and takes you out on a date
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「 author's note ᔎᔎ 」 hii :3 sorry for the horrendously long wait for part two of this, i was veryyy unhappy with this, (and still am) but fuck it we ball LOL. that being said, requests r open, check my masterlist, and keep on the lookout for something spooky coming soon.....
「 warnings ᔎᔎ 」 sukuna ryomen, mentions of smoking, three or four slight nsfw references
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choso looked at sukuna with a raised brow as the other man pulled on his shoes. "where are you going?" he questioned. choso was currently standing by the door, car keys in hand as he looked curiously down at sukuna, who was tying his shoes.
"to pick up the brat. where else would i be going?" sukuna scoffed as he tied his left shoe, then switched to the right, "i swear sometimes y' don't fuckin' think."
"i thought you said you were never going to pick him up again." choso sighed, hanging the keys back up by the door on the key hook that read 'live laugh love'. "you told me yesterday - verbatim, i am only doing this once, i fuckin' hate the kid." choso slipped off his shoes, hanging his jacket back up on the coat rack.
"yeah? well - plans have changed." sukuna shrugged, adjusting his lip piercing with his tongue before running a hand through his hair. "the brat's teacher is actually cute. i like her. i wan' see her again."
"not his teacher," choso's sigh is strained, "sukuna you can't mess around with yuji's teacher." the male pinched the bridge of his nose with his fingers. "what happens if it ends badly? then yu's gonna be caught in the crossfire and -"
"you worry too much." sukuna picked up two helmets, one large and one small (the smaller one adorned with stickers), before stuffing the smaller one in his backpack. "shut up already, will ya? fuckin' - talk too fuckin' much." he didn't give choso a chance to reply before he slammed the door and swung a leg over his motorcycle.
the drive to yuji's preschool was not a far one - which sukuna, in fact, minded. his stomach felt weird and his hands were a little shaky, (and sweaty), and he would've preferred a bit of a longer ride in hopes that whatever this fuckass feeling was would go away.
helmet tucked between his arm and ribs, he entered the daycare, showed id, signed, and walked up the stairs to your classroom. he could hear the sounds of you singing a song with the kids, and when he approached the doorway, he took a deep breath to steady the growing weirdness in his belly.
nervousness was not something that ryomen sukuna felt. ever. but seeing you, singing and dancing and bouncing a small child on your hip, caused his heart rate to spike to one billion - if that was even possible.
he leaned against the doorway for a bit, (so he could collect himself), just watching with a pleased smile on his face, until you noticed him. "oh! mr. sukuna." the entire class turned to look at him and the smile dropped instantly, replacing with a frown. as much as sukuna may like you, he had a reputation to uphold, and that was yuji's mean uncle.
he didn't reply and instead just nodded once. he tried to look as chill as possible - what was wrong with him? why was he trying so hard? anger flared for only a moment in his chest, but it was soothed instantly by your voice telling the kids softly that it was playtime.
"kuna!" yuji shouted, shaking the boy next to him. "kuna came to pick me up again! megumi, look!" sukuna wondered how the raven-haired boy's brains weren't totally shaken up.
"nice." megumi blinked, letting yuji take his excitement out on him. even throughout all the shaking, his expression and tone stayed blank.
"yu, honey, go get your stuff." your voice sent shivers down his spine. he shook it off, watching as you walked to him with nothing but grace.
"good afternoon. it's nice to see you again." you smile. fuck, sukuna was so gone.
his chest burned as he spoke. "hey there, doll. wore this for me?" he leaned off the wall and picked at the hem, to which you rolled your eyes and swat his hand away. "it's nice, i like it. suits ya. makes your ass look fat."
"i didn't wear it for you." lie. you did. "and watch your language around the children." you scolded, squinting at him.
"kuna today i-" yuji bounded up to the two of you, and tried to show him a paper, but sukuna placed a hand on his head to quiet him. "ope-"
"quiet, brat. i'm speaking. we talked about this - you don't talk when i'm talking." he scoffed and yuji frowned as he looked up at sukuna. "go wait by the door. or - go talk to your friends or .. whatever you do here. i don't care - just stay in my sight."
yuji smiled and nodded quickly, heading back to his friends to talk to them before he leaves. you both watch as yuji talks animatedly to megumi and as megumi just listens, and then sukuna turns to you as you speak.
"you speak to him so mean." you comment, handing him the pen. he takes it, but lets his hand brush against yours for longer than it needs to. "he's nothing but a sweetheart!"
"he's a spoiled brat, that's what he is. choso and his father do nothing but spoil him, tch." he scoffs as he signs his name underneath his signature from yesterday. it looks identical. "i could do the same for you, if you'd let me." he's smooth, you notice, and he hands you your pen back with a smirk on his face. "spoil you, treat you right. hey, i bet you never had a man make you-"
"sukuna! the kids!" you swat at his arm, resulting in a laugh from him. "you're lucky you're not bad looking." sukuna feels his chest swell with pride. "i get off at five, if you want to pick me up." you roll your eyes as you place the pen down on the table with a smile.
"i'll be here, doll." sukuna grins widely, brushing a piece of hair away from your face. "hope you're not afraid of a motorcycle. can't drive a car but i've got me a real nice bike." he fails to mention that he is actually banned from driving the itadori/kamo car because he has crashed it five or six or seven too many times.
"mm, i think i'll live." you laugh, right as sukuna barks for yuji to come. yuji does so, waves goodbye to you, and with a wink, sukuna leaves.
"i'll see ya at five sharp, doll."
relief floods his system, and he finds himself smiling as he puts yuji's helmet on, and picks the boy up to put on the motorcycle. the drive home is usual - yuji yapping about his day, (mostly about megumi), while sukuna drives as safely as he can. sure, the kid is a brat, but at the end of the day, sukuna still loves him, and wants nothing but his safety.
"hey, yu!" choso's face lights up - and so does yuji's - as the two brothers see each other. "how was your day?"
"good!" yuji runs over to choso and he picks the boy up fairly easily, and places him on his hip. "it was good! today megumi and i-" sukuna slips off his shoes, and tunes them out, not wanting to hear the same spiel he just barely heard over the wind.
he goes upstairs to his room to freshen up. although you'll be wearing the same dress, he doesn't want to show up in the same outfit, so he changes, wetting his hair and quickly running a brush and some gel through it. he thought he looked pretty good, and his brows furrow when he realizes that he hopes you'd think he looks good too.
five pm rolls around fairly quickly, and you hear the rumble of the motorcycle before you see him. as he swings himself off, you wave slightly and he responds with a head nod. he takes the helmet off as he approaches you.
"hey doll. what happened here?" he places a warm palm on your torso, where splatters of paint decorate your dress.
"ah, maki and mai got into a paint fight.. and i got caught in the crossfire." you sigh, looking down. his hands are big and - god they're attractive. you feel a small heat building in your stomach before you shake it off, and smile. "so - ryomen, was it? it feels too .. formal to call you sukuna outside of my working hours. it's like if you called me miss."
nobody ever called him ryomen. "nobody calls me ryomen." he removes his hand before slinging his backpack off and placing a second helmet into your hands. it's yuji's but he figures you can fit. "if you want to call me ryomen, do as you please. that's fine by me."
"what if i call you ryo?" you grin up at him and he quirks a brow as he rolls his eyes and begins walking back toward his idling motorcycle. "i like ryo better than ryomen."
he won't admit it but he likes the way the nickname rolls off your tongue - sweet like honey. "i don't care. you comin' or not, doll?"
he helps you get on the motorcycle and as your hands wrap around his torso, your fingers itch to run up and down his stomach. you control the urge though. he's fit and you can feel the outline of his abs beneath his tight shirt.
"ready?" sukuna calls, as he revs the bike, "make sure that helmets on tight, y'hear?"
"it's on!" you shout back - and within an instant the two of you are speeding down the road. you can feel his stomach move with laughter as your arms tighten around him instinctually.
at a red light, he turns to face you, a hand coming off the bars to rest on your upper thigh to rub gently. "y'alright?"
"m fine!" you nod, and he laughs again, "how much longer?" you wouldn't admit it, but you were a little afraid at how fast the two of you were going.
"just a bit longer." you feel his chest vibrate as he hums and the motorcycle is off again as soon as the light turns green. you bury your face in his back, inhaling his slight cigarette and the scent of his cologne. he smells good, he's hot, he has a motorcycle, for christ's sake. you fucking scored.
within five minutes, he was parking his bike and helping you off. his hands wrapped around your waist, firm. you seemed to be at a bar in the city. "look at you." he tsks, his hands coming to smooth your hair down. "such a mess." he tucks a hair behind your ear as he finishes. despite his heavy hands, his touch is incredibly gentle.
"thanks, ryo." he huffs at the nickname (his chest is tight with warmth), and retracts his hands, before grabbing yours and leading you into the bar. men call out his name and he barely acknowledges them. as he leads you to the booth, you notice eyes following him, and then eyes curiously peeping at you. some part of yourself wonders how many other girls sukuna has brought here, and if you're just another tally to these other men.
"you're very well known here." you comment, shaking off the thought. he shrugs, lighting up a cigarette. before taking a puff, he offers you, but you shake your head. "i don't smoke."
"been comin' here since i was eighteen." he angles his head, trying to blow the smoke away from you so you don't inhale. your heart warms at the sight. hot and thoughtful? you're sure he's not even a real man.
"eighteen? isn't that underage?" you tease as a man comes by and pats sukuna on the back. "hello." you acknowledge him, and he just raises a brow and keeps walking after sukuna daps him up. another weird look that you decide to shake off.
"you gonna snitch?" sukuna scoffs, as another man approaches the table. this time, the man drops off a tray. on the tray is a bottle of liquor, some cups of ice rimmed with salt, and limes.
"can i get you anything else, sukuna?" the man asks.
"ask her, not me." he blows another puff, again, away from you. "she's runnin' my tab tonight." he nods at you and as the man explains what they have, you take an order of red wine and some cheese fries.
"wine and cheese fries?" sukuna snubs the cigarette out on the tray that was just brought. "the cheese fries i can deal with but - wine? really?"
"i don't drink much!" you protest. sukuna begins to pour himself a cup of liquor, before he stops.
"not gonna drink." he sighs, placing the ice cup back on the tray, "i gotta take ya home. but in exchange, i want some cheese fries. that a deal?" his finger circles the salt rimmed glass and then his finger comes to his mouth to lick off the salt.
you agree with a smile. despite his incredibly rough exterior, sukuna cares. deeply.
the rest of the night goes surprisingly smoothly. while sharing the cheese fries, (and getting cheese on your dress), you get to know more about ryomen, and he gets to know more about you.
after another short motorcycle ride, you and sukuna find yourselves on your doorstep. he decides then that if picking up yuji every day from school was what he needed to do to see you - he'd do it. some part of him had already decided that the minute that he saw you, though.
"well, doll-" he starts, bringing a hand to rub his rough thumb against your lips, "surely you don't expect me to just leave you without a little reward? i took ya out, ya ordered wine, i drove ya home. i deserve a sweet treat, don't i?" his voice is low.
his tongue comes to dart between his lips and wet them, and there's an accompanying smirk. his lips don't touch yours until you nod though, and he tastes oddly sweet. he doesn't taste like cigarettes or the tiny sip of wine he had, but rather like the peach chapstick you'd watch him put on after leaving the bar.
neither of you really want to pull apart but you're both struggling for breath. sukuna's eyes flutter open when you disconnect and he lets out a little rough chuckle.
"if you weren't such a nice girl, i'd take you inside and have my way with you." he sighs, "but unfortunately, you're tolerable."
you laugh, and he shakes his head. "i'll see ya tomorrow, doll. keep yourself safe, hear me?" you nod, and he presses another quick kiss to your lips.
you think that's his way of telling you he likes you.
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a-green-misstep · 17 days ago
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Nandor x Guillermo episode list
This is a list of all the nandermo moments in What We Do in The Shadows (TV show). A good number of episodes have nothing substantial in them relating to the ship other then maybe one scene, and so are skippable.
W.I.P I've done seasons 1 to 5 so far.
Rating system:
A : Top tier interaction and or important for plot
B : Less important overall, but got some fluff in there
C : May having nothing or close to nothing, skippable
Season 1
Episode: 1 A
This is the pilot, important as it introduces the characters, their wants and desires (Gizmo wants to be a vampire) and there dynamics (master and familiar).
Creepy paper
26:10 the gift.
“he made Guillermo a portrait made out of glitter because he remembered his anniversary and wanted to give him something for it. He got the glitter to put on his face because he liked it and then used it to make a portrait for Guillermo. he used something he liked to make him a present and put some thought and time and effort in it. “ - @starlightmesss
Episode: 2 C
Skip
Episode: 3 C
Mostly skippable 
15:37 “I don't want you to die, master.”
Episode: 4 A
Guillermo is “heartbroken” over Nandors decision not to bite him
Especially the start of the episode is quite cute bonding between them
However also an important portrayal of how poorly Guillermo is treated  
Guillermo “quits” for the first time
Nandor shows his appreciation
“You are my
. Friend”
Episode: 5 C
1:00-2:00min bonding and playing chess together
Otherwise nothing
Episode: 6 B
Mostly skippable
18:00 Guillermo kills the Baron
Episode: 7 A
The Vampiric Counvil & The Vampire slayer/savior
Guillermo makes some important moves
Literally saves Nandors life
Episode: 8  A
Nandor has lost his country and sad about it
Guillermo tries to get him to become a US citizen  
Guillermos feelings about not being turned 
“Will you stop fucking complaining.” đŸ«ą
First Nandermo late-night fight/deep conversation
“Guillermo I appreciate you
”
Episode: 9 A
A very horny epsiode
Nandor being possessive when Laszlo and Nadja are ordering Guillermo around
Guillermo dosent kiss :(
Guillermo being very shy about the orgy, a Catholic
 yikes
Guillermo tries The Dildos(TM)
Nandor defending Guillermo when Laszlo is insulting him
Nandor checking on Guillermo in his room and basically sitting in Guillermo's lap 😂
“You’d you cum?”
Episode: 10 A
Important for the plot!
“ the heart wants what the heart wants”
Seman
Nandors 37 wives + kids
Guillermo does a DNA test! And is related to Van Helsing

Guillermo pours holy water on Nandor
Holding hands as he gets into bed :) 
Nose boop
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Season 2
Episode: 1  B
Guillermo is the vampire slayer
15:20-16:20 Guillermo is underappreciated and doesn't appreciate it
18:30 Nandor saves Guillermos life
21:00 Guillermos plan B
Episode: 2 C
2:50 sassy GiGi
Holding hands and giggling at jokes
Otherwise skip
Episode 3:  B
19:30-20:00 “I guess I turned that part of my brain off, with the feelings and emotions”.
Guillermo facing the fact he's a murdered, and what that means for him (and as such his relationship with the vamps)
Otherwise a skip
Episode 4:  B
Not much Nandermo stuff, but an important episode for Guillermo's development + Derek
1:10 Guillermo teaches Nandor how to use a computer, its cute.
“Id never forgive myself if anything happened to Nandor”
Hug rejected :(
Guillermo staying with Nandor to help him sleep as music plays :)
Episode 5:  C
13:25 “Guillermo get over here and put your neck in my mouth”
Skip
Episode 6: C
2:00 Nandor tells some random vamp to kill Guillermo -_- 
Skip
Episode 7:  A
6:15 “Hes likes the last donut in the display case” 🙁
“It use to be difficult to resist” in relation to eating Guillermo 
Guillermo slays again! 
“Are you trying to make a girlfriend out of dust?”
Nandor is very chill with the vampire killing, even lies for him
FIRST instance of Guillermo almost stabbing Nandor, there is tension
Episode 8: A
Important
Nandor ex past familiar shows up 
Nandor tells Guillermo he should leave
“Are you going to be alright without me?”
Nandor whispers “your being stupid” as Guillermo leaves to sad breakup music :((((
GUILLERMO CRYING
Guillermo  breaks up with nandor  quits and finds a new  mommy  master 
Each feel disrespected
Nandor visiting Guillermo's room and asking his new master to be kind to him
Nandor finding Guillermo running in the snow
“I have been unhappy since you left
 i just want to know what i can do to bring you home”
Guillermo got a weekend! Workers rights! (he needs to unionize)
Nandor promises to turn Guillermo
 at some point
The boys flying off into the night 🙂
Episode: 9 B
Skip to the end
15:30 Memos man milk
He literally has jars full of Nandors “seed”
Nandor fucks Lazlo
Episode 10: A
THEATRE DE VAMPIRE, I love IWAV references 
Nandor plays peak a boo, and complains that Guillermos not holding his hand
Guillermo quits #3 and moves home
Nandors going through the stages of grief/breakup
“It's good to be wanted”
The vampires are on trial
Nandor sells out and yet covers up for Gizmo 
“When you cared about someone, and they just walk out the door”
Guillermo saves the vamps #2
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Season 3
Episode 1:  A
Gizmos in prison (sike) 
Nandor does care about him and shows him through little acts, like gift giving (nandors love language???)
Nandor argues to not kill Gizmo - “Hes the only one that can protect us” 
“Co-dependent much đŸ€Ș” - G after mentioning how he still wants to be their servant even though they want to kill him 
THE WARRIOR CODE, the code, the code between men, the warrior code. Nandor owes him a debt of eternal gratitude and mercy now
The sit-down convo in the basement is so sweet. I feel like we get more one-on-one convos between them than we do Nadja and Lazlo, which I feel like says.... something.
Nandor bringing him chicken that he has been preparing (let sit out at room temp) for days :) ?
Nandor standing with Gizmo whilst watching the tape from the vampiric council even though he was sitting a second ago.
Gizmos really big smile when Nandor says they aren't going to kill him (the bar is in hell) 
“Your guys are like my family” and then immediately told to stop by Nandor 😬(hey are we sure this ship is worth it?)
Episode 2: AA
Gizmo training in stabbing, and then with ✝ cross brass knuckles is hilarious
Gizmo making poop jokes to Nandor lmao, i like seeing the silly bits of life that arent sad silly
Guillermo knowing Nandors exact measurements is very
 intimate
Nandor flirting with the gym lady Meg :0 mans looking for a partner 
Gizmos is way too excited about looking just like Nandor
Gizmos' date with Meg is just so sweet, and her making him realize his feelings/him denying those feelings and fleeing (and as such what Nandor's feelings probably are) is one of my favourite scenes in the whole show, also SHOUT OUT to Kayvan for the phenomenal acting. I wish we had gotten to see Gizmo become friends with Meg later on :(
Meg: You like women and men! Nandor: Yes!  BFFR
Nandors going through things :(((( he is a "soft boy" 
Episode 3: A
Nandor is fucking and the gang is worried about him
Why did Gizmo know what Nandors sex sounds sound like
Nevermind
 the dildostm
Nandor is in love with Gail! He knows her favourite yoghurt :)
Also, I wonder what the meds gizmo are taking
Gizmo immediately attempts to sabotage Nadors relationship when he finds out he's going to propose and turn her into a vampire đŸ«ą
Yet gail compares Nandor to a sardine  😬
ASS OUT (and blurred cock and balls) hey have I ever mentioned hes hot
The juxtaposition between Gail who doesn't really care about Nandor, and doesn't want to be a vampire vs Guillermo who cares about him every moment and desperately wants to be a vampire. And how Nandor “loves” Gail, but has historically treated Gizmo like crap (even tho he does clearly care for him)
Guillermo watching Twilight with a corps dressed as Nandor
. certainly is something 
He is also way too happy when everyone else is pissed with Nandor for the fucking a werewolf thing 
Guillermo is Nandors “heart guard” omg
Nandor turns Gail into a vamp in front of Guillermo :( 
Guillermo comforting Nandor at the end of the episode :(
Episode 4: AAA
Quick shout out to Nadja for backing it up to the theme song
Guillermo staring at his useless master trying to use a fork and knife 0_0
Nandor defending Guillermo being a bodyguard and not a familiar anymore!
Nandor keeps repeatedly looking at G to see if the others acting interested in him is making him happier :D
The change in expression on Nadors face when they ask if Guillermo has a girlfriend and then ask if he has a boyfriend 👀 (it goes from  😁to  😬😐) WHATS UP WITH THAT NANDOR? (no but genuinely I'd never seen that before, that feels like something intentional) 
My boy gizmo is in the closet, hes got that catholic guilt :/
Nandor staring at him whilst Lazlo talking about how great sex isđŸ§đŸ»
I am truly surprised by how deeply Nandor is looking at Guillermo as Lazlo says “Before they meet the one”
Gizmo almost comes out but is interrupted, and Nandor just has this deeply caring look on his face as Guillermo is saying this, and then when he gets interpreted you can see in the foreground this look of disappointment on Nandors face :(
Guillermo sitting alone looking sad as everyone else leaves, and in the background, you can hear Nador shouting with joy :(
Yo, are we sure this is a comedy?
Guillermo worried about Nandor gambling too much + “Nap naps”
Nandor find out about how the universe works, and it is actually a pretty big deal for his character
Love that the episode ends with them walking side by side at the back of the group 
Episode 5:  C
skip
Guillermo fondling Nandors cape
16:40 Guillermo the schemer
Episode 6:  B
Pretty much a skip
Nandor bragging about Guillermos skills to the Baron
“How do you know what vampire piss tastes like” đŸ€š
GUILLER SLAPS NANDOR and another “stop feeling sorry for yourself”, this mans job half the time is just to get him out of his pity parties
Gizmos bait ouch
Guillermo shaking ass to entice a vamp
Nandor pulls Guillermo out of the way of danger and takes his place
Episode 7: C
skip
The guide flirting with Guillermo lmao
Nandor taking along Guillermo for help with the Nadja quest
Episode 8:  AAA
This ones important!
Creepy paper! Gizmo plans Nandor a party!
Gizmo made Nandor dolls of both of them đŸ„č
Vampire depression :(     “Nandors in crisis 😹”
Nandor casually taking a beautiful knee
Nandor joins a cult
Time for a very important scene
Gizmo refuses to give Nandor his things so that he wont go 
Gizmo running after Nandor
Nandor relieves Guillermo of his service, firing him 
N: “It is time for me to find happiness” G: “Well I want to find happiness too!”
They are both unhappy.
“Oh boy don't give me this shit” as Guillermo once again points out how long he's spent in Nandor’s service trying to make him happy :(
Gizmo begging to be a vampire, so he can finally be happy
N: "I've grown to have some affection for you. just a little bit you know?" G: “And I for you” N: "Well obviously, but vampirism is a curse- and I- care for you too much to burden you with that. it would way too heavily on my conscience..." "boop! there's that smile...”
When Gizmo says “And I for you”, Nandor looks away, in shame?
Guillermo ends the conversation alone and crying.
We then skip to a month later, Gizmo talking about how hes hurt, and staring at the nandor doll he made sadly.
“I guess I know how it feels, every time I left or I quit
” That one hurt, and this idea is important and will be brought back up in season 6 episode 5.
They both care for each other, and they are both sad and hurt ughhhh
Nandor in the short shorts

G: “If anything wasn't okay I couldn't live with myself”
Literal sacrificial self-harm with the pulling out of the teeth, like that vampire lashes
The SLAYER is back!
Holding hands as he saves him
 against his will
“You just punched Jeremey!” “FUCK JEREMY!”
I dont even know what to say about the final argument in the car. Nandor is just so sad, and its horrible because that also means that Guillermo isnt enough to make him happy.
Episode 9: A
Lmao been in jail so long his hair has grown again
Third show up of the Nandor doll
Guillermo is downgraded to familiar again :( after everything
“I'm sick and tired of being sick and tired” 
The SuperSlumber
Nandor snatching his hand away from Guillermo as he steps into his coffin
Guillermo needs a minute alone 🙁
N: “Again with the make me a vampire shit 😠”
G: “No [
] I just don't want you to go
”
Nandors has had orgasms that are longer than 2 hours?! Yeesh
Guillermo appears to be very familiar with the length and girth of Nandors 🍆
Perhaps more of a grower than a shower?
wiggilines
Guillermo looking shell-shocked in the corner
“It seems pretty average to me”, Guerillmo looking at the camera whispering “No” 😐
Guillermo calling the gang a family, and getting Nandor from his super slumber so the family can be all together (do we think the camera crew is family too?) 
Episode 10:  A
Guillermo does deserve to be a vampire, I mean he is a serial killer, he’d fit in well
“Fuck you”
Guillermo running after Nandor as Nandor tells his wows of unfound love (bro hes right behind you)
Nandor is leaving Staten Island, and Guillermo is lost and confused 🙁
“You are one of the things I need to get away from” 
. Ouch 
Not only does Nandor make Guillermo plan the travels AWAY FROM GUILLERMO for him, but then rubs it in that hes not made him a vampire
Guillermo running out of the room and to Nandors room, and Nandor going to comfort him in the most demeaning manner possible
“The only reason your alive is because i let you live”
Do you think Guillermo was shitting himself during this scene? 
Guillermo putting Nandor in a headlock and pushing him onto his knees and whisper in his ears about how he didnt want him to feel weak!!! 
NANDORS FIGHTIN BACK
PLANCHA!!
Oh my god the knife being thrown towards Guillermo's head, him catching it the “uhuhuh” and throwing it into the portrait of nandor
Nandor saying “Yes! Yes! This is what I've been waiting for” as Guillermo overpowers him is homoerotic text if I've ever seen it
Bro the heavy breathing as he says “you can take care of me” and asking him to join him as his companion around the world, and that he will turn him into a vampire at the banks of his homeland oh my god

“Traveling the whole world with my Nand..Master!” YOUR NANDOR YOU SAY?? As he packs the Nandor doll
Nandor shouts for Guillermo at the train station and then leaves his suitcase behind as you embark on his journey alone.
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Season 4
Episode 1: A
The 1-year time skip is insane 
WHATSUUUUUUPPPPP
“I wish Guillermo was here :( “
Poor Guillermo literally falls through the floor
NANDOR JUMPS IN TO SAVE HIM!
I feel like in season 1 or 2 nandor would never have saved him
Nandor helping Guillermo dry off :( and wants to help him
Nandor “forgiving” Guillermo for being locked into a crate 😒
Nandor Finally remembers Gizmo's last name! And he looks aroused about it 
“Always my friend
 by some definition of the word” 
Nandors getting married! And wants Guillermo to be his best man ?!? “now don't be jealous” lmao, ya that boy has been whipped for a decade, but then he was disappointed that he wasn't jealous
Guillermo putting Nandor in his place with just a look when he's laughing at him!
Guillermo the live-in nanny
Episode 2: A
Guillermo literally pulling a knife on the Gine to protect nandor.
Man wives! Love our Pan king
Guillermo got a boyfriend :) <3
He can not wait to explore Kublies body ;)
Guillermo putting Nandor in his place again with a silent and disappointed look 
Marwa my poor girl is now to be wed to Nandor, a shit fate if I do say so myself, especially as he changes her physically and mentally at a wim :( 
Episode 3:  B
He literally made the perfect woman, and yet she is still not enough
In-depth penis discussion
Guillermo has a “very shrewd and incisive mind when it comes to the penis stuff” apparently
Love the idea that Guillermo is now top of mind when Nandor's fucking and sucking
Yet unfortunatley, this does make him
 limp
Guillermo being invited to see the penis not once, but twice
Episode 4: A
Guillermo's boyfriend's second sighting!
Nandor says Guillermo could pass as an Orc, Guillermo = not happy, and Nandor = looks sorta pleased about it
Oh poor Marwa :( 
https://www.tumblr.com/theshriekingsisterhood/690860073261596672/wwdits-s4-ep-4-promo-picture?source=share
NANDOR enters Guillermo into a goddamn fighting ring when he explicitly tells him not too
Guillermo “that little fucker can move” de la Cruz
“THAT MY FUCKING GUY!”
Guillermo managing to fuck up two guys in a row effortlessly is sorta hot 
“My closest companion for 13 years!” :(
“KILL MY FREIND! KILL MY FREIND! KILL MY FREIND!” At least he sees him as a friend, ugh
This brawl is sorta hot
The sassy ass “I didn't have to (cheat)!” is killing me! Damn they flirting
STAKES TO THE HEAD ONCE AGAIN, third(?) Instance of Guillermo trying to stab Nandor.
Oh my god sword fighting, and the “you're really starting to piss me off!”... hot
“Stop hiding behind Brian!
Guillermo calling him a fucking dick
Nandor getting more worried that he might have killed Guillermo and then Guillermo fucking kicking down the door of the building he fell through
“They are right Guillermo, finish me off”
“Thinking once again about how in WWDITS 4x02 Nandor bins one of his male wives for not letting him win in a fight and then in episode 4x04 Guillermo 
 lets Nandor win in a fight.”  - @luckshiptoshore
Epiosde 5: C
Nandor thinks Guillermo is jealous of nandor and lazlos fake gay rimming
Our poor single dad Guillermo 
“ you can burry your own nuts!”
Epsiode 6: A
Nandor trying to sabotage his own marriage / make it perfect
And Guillermo is being run ragged about it
Nandor reminiscing about “ a rainy Sunday together” watching TV shows and then acting like it's not special. Let's be real, if you remember a random rainy Sunday with your friend it is because it was special 
Nandor is an unreliable narrator, which constantly makes statements and then re-negs their importance. He is constantly bringing up the fact that Guillermo is not special after describing how he is, the fact he just must make that comment sorta shows that perhaps he doesn't mean it. It's more of a defence mechanism them anything else. It's not allowed to be special, because if those moments are special then that means that Guillermo is special
 but he is a familiar that cant handle vampirism, so he cannot be special to the vampire nandor the relentless, because it's not allowed.
Lovers spat whilst wedding planning
Guillermo literally destroys the living room in the background out of anger
THE WEDDING IS HERE
And Nandors still try to self-sabotage and Guillermo points it out
Emotional talk between the boys about how Nandor is scared in this relationship and how this marriage is a big deal.
“If you get afraid I'll be there” “Thank you, Guillermo, you are my best
. Man" đŸ„č
Lmao the line of objectors
Guillermo looking up to Nandor smiling at 16:12
The fact that Nandors not turning Marwa into a Vamp :( 
Marwa being wished into loving everything Nandor loves, and then expressing so much love, gratitude and physical affection to Guillermo
đŸŽ” WHO WILL CUM FIRST ON THE WEDDING NIGHT! đŸŽ”
Nandor going to search for Guillermo during the after-party, and putting his jacket on him after he finds him asleep on a sofa đŸ„čđŸ„čđŸ„č
Episode 7:  B
skip to 19:00
Gizmo comes out to his family as ––GAY–– !!!
The vamps are his family too :)
"bad enough his relationship with nandor" lmao Nadja sees it too!!
everyone's gay! + Sassy Gizmo 😌
Episode 8: C
Poor Marwa, Nandor keeps making remarks about how hes changed her so much he doesn't even like her any more, and how “the novelty weres off” 🙁
Nandor planning the perfect space for him to get railed by a big man (and Guillermo turning away awkwardly)
Marwa spending so much time to make the “man” cave and then taking it over is very slay of her
Episode 9:  A
Guillermo telling us about Freddie his boyfriend finally! (also a weekend trip to New York from London?? Goddamn)
Jeremy introduced to Nandor as his Boyfreind
 and the energy is weird from Nandor
What the fuck is wrong with you Nandor, Guillermo has a man and you get a crush on him immediately??? Jealousy is not pretty on you Nandor 
Marwa my beloved no!!!! WTF NANDOR, this shit is a horror movie
yall know that show Kevnin Can Fuck Himself? Ya this feels like that, except he are stuff in kevin/nandors perspective. 
Also
 more gay nandor stuff atleast, this must be some physico symetic type thing were he dosent want to be with freidy, he wants to be freddy, cause freddy is what Guillermo likes.
You see how nandor and Guillermo are doin the same things? Almost like they are very similar, and could be really fun with each other if they just let themselves??
Also Guillermo talking about how hes thinking about Nandor all the time 👀
Guillermo and freddie walking in on Nandor and Marwa Freddie naked my the fire covered in furs is insane 
Guillermo putting Nandor in his fucking place once again for doing shity things! 
“You couldn't just let me have one thing of my own!”
“I really care about him!” “I know
 :( “ hes a fucking idiot but like, he didnt mean to hurt guillermo and now he feels bad that he did 
Guillermo crying whilst explaining how hes never had a boyfriend before and how Nandor has ruined it is so sad, and also so ex coded right?
Freddie selfcest
Episode 10: A
Guillermo’s getting bored of the job
They are stuck in a never-ending hamster wheel 
Guillermo and Nandors vastly differing view of the world and time, Nandor literally has all the time in the world and is now bored oh the whole “finding love” thing, whilst Guillermo can feel the time hes lost sitting in that damn mansion. 
Everything stays the same
Guillermo quits #4 !
GUILLERMOS GETTING VAMPED BY DEREK!
____________________________
Season 5
Episode 1: A
Guillermo does not appear to be happy, and is dodging the vampire question.
Nandor’s in a good place :) 
Nandor and Guillermo go on a date to a basketball game! (What was the budget for that 3-second scene?!?!?)
Nandor laughing at Guillermo about even the idea of him being a vampire :(
Nandor breaking down a door to see what Guillermo is doing is so intense for no reason
Gizzmo literally thinks Nandor is about to kill him, damn (also very hot of Nandor)
Nandor thinking he missed Gizzmos birthday and feeling bad about it :,)
“Change into your nicest shity sweater :)” bffr
Guillermo having a damn panic attack low key 
Nandor mkaing fun of Guillermo wanting to Become a vampire again :(((
1. Guillermo being in denial about Nandor ever turning him into a vampire 2. Guillermo swooning over Nandor “he cares about me a lot, and he does a lot of really nice things for me đŸ€­â€, he looks like he would be giggling and kicking his feet if he could right now, cute, but saaaaaaaaaaad. 3. “Cute montage” my ass oh my god
đŸ«” VAMPIRISM/BITING AS A METAPHOR FOR SEX OH MY GOD 
Gizzmo talking about his crush to a one night tght stand, that one night stand asking “ are you sure you want to do this?” (a line VERY often used in media when gaining consent during a hesitant sex scene), and followed by “yes”, i just didnt think it would happen (lossing my V-card (aka vampire card)) like this.”
completly forgot about guillermo almost saying no to being turned :( 
Guillermo trying to sit next to Nandor and Nandor not letting him :(((( 
Oh god this dinner is so sad
Nandor: “[whilst still laughing and guillermo and the idea of him becoming a vampire] Guillermo i’m sorry, eventually, of course i will definitly be turining you into a vampire, when the time is right.” 
“She didnt trust you, you hadent given her a reason to.” - Armand, interview with a vampire
Do you guys see what im seeing???? Cause it hurts, espcially knowing what happened in Season 6 episode 5.
Yo Nandor looking so hurt, he would kill gizmo AND THEN KILL HIMSELF??? That seems gay
Nandor looking for a “Guillermos gifts” shop oml 
Guillermo trying to bite into Derek is hilarious
HOLY SHIT, I feeling like showing a box cutter go into someones arm is the most grusome thing this show has shown oh my god 
Glasses less gguillermo!
Guillermo brushing nandors hair so delicatly :3, also oh my got Nandor is so much taller then him 
Bed time story and birthday present!!!he got him a foot locker because guillermo said he wanted one :((( that shit is so cute
“were all just doing what it takes to  survive” “were all just hiding in plain site”, Guillermo is not doing okay
it feels like he lost his virginity to early, when he wasn’t ready, and with just a one night stand, and he regrets it, but saying the truth to the person he cares about the most, wouldn’t lead to confront, just to more pain on both sides :(. bro i think guillermo cheated.
Episode 2: A
Nandor feels Guillermo being distant
“
.bat
”
Lazlo knows!!
Guillermo looking scared oh Lazlo omg
“Please don't tell nandor!” “I don't know if he would even survive it.” ouch! Also, Guillermos sad puppy eyes when Lazlo says that is so sad 
GUILLERMO CRYING NOOOOOO
Man is a bottom 
Lazlo being willing to convince Nandor to turn Gizzmo into a vampire inorder to protect Guillermo :(
Episode 3:  A
Guillermo looking confused and horrified at the idea of a sean pride parade
Guillermo doing his little interviews in his new coffin/bed that Nandor gave him đŸ„č
Nandor and his little bird friend 
“Members of the LGBTQLMNOP Community!” honestly, with the brain scrammbelies, I forgive him, he is adorable 
“Literally the gayest things on the block!”
Nandor's jealous of Lazlo and Guillermo hanging out, hes literally lost for speech
“Vroom vroom!”
Nandor “soft after two bumps” the relentless
Cock ahoy
Guillermo immediately covering up the window during the day when nandor shows up
NANDOR GOES TO SPACE TO IMPRESS GUILLERMO AND ADMITS IT!
Its pride time baby! Happy pride Guillermo :) 
Lets have a clap for gay ;)
A firey decent back to earth with our lovely naked master
Nandor's butt, with trolls doll hair, and junk covered up only by a pride flag oh my god
Gay Guy :) đŸłïžâ€đŸŒˆ
Episode 4: B
Nandor wants Guillermo to come to the guy with him, homoerotic 
Guillermo avoiding Nandor, and they both are sad about it :(
Nandor trying to make Guillermo jealous 
Nandor sad/angry that hes bad at getting freinds 
Nandor circumcision?!?!? Preformed by Guillermo?!?!?
Regenerated forskin
Nandor takes Guillermo to the movies
Epsiode 5: B
Nandor De Laurentiis (i genuinely call him this all the time) 
Guillermo going to a goodbye dinner with his mom and then its her god damn birthday :0
Nandor taking a cinderblock to the dick lmao 
Also Nandor looking for guillermo super casually “hes not back is he???”
Guillermo taking to his mom, and his soft and sad “i dont know
” when his mom asks him were his crufifcs is :( 
Guillermo crying :(( 
Nandor cutting down Colin so skillfully was super hot
Nandor lashing out at Guillermo and then immediately reggerting it when Guillermo takes it to heart :((((( bro why is this episode to sad
Epiosode 6: B
Why does guillermo know that nandors whacking it 
Guillermo falls when flying for the first time when Nandor calls for him, is it because: A. he got distracted and stopped focusing on flying, or B. super nervous around Nandor 
Noone helping guillermo with his broken god damn leg >:(
Drugged up Geillermo is so sweet
“The one i love most is Nandor, because hes like the queen bitch!” you heard it here first folks! 
Episode 7: C
Sky fucking 
“This is my DIARY! :(“
Guillermos a father 
“Having a wank?!”
Episode 8: A
Nandor and Lazlo fucking!!! Only 3 times a week tho :( 
Guillermo gets to sit at the main table with the vamps :)
Guillermo the slayer getting called out, and Nandor trying to cover for him :)
“RUN!!” “show him mercy!!” and then Nandor literally being dragged by the Barron whilst begging him “Baron, stop!”
Is Nadja okay? Why she want to die?? :(
Baron about Guillermo being turned not by Nandor: “It is a violation, a humiliation, a shame from which neither you nore Nador will every recover.” heyy uhhhh, i think he was right :(
Nandor being worried when the baron asks for a moment alone with Guillermo 
“I did all this because I wanted to be a great vampire, like Nandor”
Nandor begging for mercy for Guillermo
“Baron, I beg mercy! I know that Guillermo has made some mistakes, [...] but he did so to defend his master. Whatever Guillermos flaws may be, he has always been loyal to me
”
Dead Guillermo ?!??
Nandor craddeling “Guillermos” body in his lap and arms, whispering “oh no” to himself :(((
Nandor cutting back at the barron saying guillermo was just a familiar! 
“he was not just a familiar, he was my body guard, he was the best man at my wedding, he was my friend
”
Nandor shouting at Lazlo to stop as he cuts open his belly!
Nandor seems to be pathologically unable to show unrestrained affection for people (specifically guillermo) how many times has he shows affection or care for guillermo, just for it to be followed up by a cutting remarks? how many times has be gone to touch him and pulled away before reaching him?
“fly like the wind my little friend”
Guillermo in Nandors coffin!
“the first day guillermo become my familiar, he gave me a card
 what did that card say?” your telling me he remembers what it says?? a decade+ later??? these mother fuckers forgot about jerry entirely, and he remembers a card a decade latter??? wow
“it said, to be a vampire is my dream, but to be your familiar is my honor, thank you for this opportunity” and tandoor mouthing the words too
.. 😭
“we have a long history guillermo, i image that i know you almost better than anyone.”
Episode 9: A
‘Guillermo smell this jock strap!’
“Guy like that, gets a whiff of something musky, he absolutely will not stop” 👀Guillermos into Bears canon 
TBH skip to 17:00
LMAO the Guide casually letting slip that Guillermo is a vampire now
N: you asked
 someone else, a vampire that was not me
” G: I felt like I had no other choice (eyes tearing up, said with a gulp). N: You could have asked me! G: Are you fucking kidding me? I asked you repeatedly for 13 years! N: Yes, and I was gonna get round to it! If have a lot on my plate at the moment! G: *sad scoff* N: Who? Who was it? it's relevant to me! 
. N: now I’m going to be honest with you, I am going to kill you Guillermo, and then quite possibly myself.
Nandor immediately knowing what’s wrong with Guillermo and his half vampire state
Run Forest Run!
Episode 10: A
Guillermo is lost, scared and hiding from Nandor
Nandor destroys Guillermos Bed and pillow that he gave to him in seasons 5 and 2 respectively :( 
Nandor literally strangling a guy he thinks is Guillermo 
“I have given Guillermo my friendship, and this is a gift I do not give to just anyone. [...] I thought Guillermo had earned it.” :( 
More afraid of losing the vamps/Nandor than dying
Yo Nandor threatening Guillermo's mom is so intense
Guillermo and his stakes
G: I don't believe you. N: no of course your don't
.
This feels like foreshadowing to S6E5
THE WARRIOR CODE!
Guillermo almost stads Nador #4! Also hot suicidal Nandor 
MAMA THE VAMPIRE SLAYER!!!
Guillermo will finally be an equal! 
Nandor smart, 
GUILLERMO THE VAMPIRE!! Lmao the lisp with the fangs
Nandor is so ready to accept him into the group now! Hunting with him, giving him vampire tips
Guillermo can't go through with it :( too human 
Nandor the creep, “just as i feared, guillermo is not cut out to be a vampire, i will fix
”
Also, him trying to use a gine wish to fix it is so sweet, (but also what happened to those 3 wishes Nandor got as a wedding present?)
The ceremony of vampiric transmogrification
The image of Nandor and Guillermo, face to face, close together, as for the first time Nandor tends to Guillermo instead of the other way around, carefully tying the bow on Guillermo's cloak
.. The zoom into Nandors hands near Guillermo's heart and neck, hiding both of their faces, although showing Guillermo looking up at Nandor. Wow, the subtext is beautiful
Also, I LOVE those robes.
“ the answear must come from your heart” “ would you rather be a human or a vampire.”
The look on Nandors face, the look on guillermos face as he is essentially breaking the news to Nandor via looks. For a second it seems Guillermo will not have to say anything, but he does, “a human”. Nandor would have understood him either way.
Guillermo cant even kill Derek, G: “I cant do this”, N:”you want me to do it.” Nandor whispers to Guillermo softly. G:”i dont know
” N:”I do.”
Earlier in the season, Nandor tells guillermo that he knowns Guillermo better then anyone, this scene really proves it.
Long hair and bear Guillermo!!
Nandor just Had Guillermo's old glasses in his pocket?!?! Was that specifically because he anticipated the change, or does he just have a spare pair for him??
Nandor made up an entire ceremony to help Guillermo. Nandor putting his hand on Guillermo caringly.
Lazlo helping Guillermo with the body is very sweet
____________________________
Season 6
Episode 1: B
Nadja being causion not to upset nandor by talking about guillermo
“Its okay to just admit you miss him a little bit”, Nandor “in denial” the relentless
Guillermo fix the coffin/box that Nandor bought for him and then destryoed last season 
I love the little pride flags in Guillermos new room, also tbh it looks like a better place then his last room 
Guillermo putting boundaries down between him and Nandor, they havent seen each other in months! im happy for him, but sad for my ship
Nandor dosent look happy about it 
Good old Panera Bread
Nanodor just wants to talk about Guillermo to Jerry lmao 
Nandor hanging out in Guillermos room to talk, both of them sitting on his bed
“I ate your shit over and over!”
Everyone wanting guillermo to move back in :( 
Ya your definitely doing okay Nandor 
“As a former friend” ouch. Also Guillermo desperately trying to set boundaries
Episode 2: B
"Guillermo has a big time, big boy,  big dick job?!”
Guillermo, Nandor and Nadja are coworkers!
blue collar Nandor!
Nandor just wants to help and support Guillermo :( but
Straight^tm Guillermo
“no funny business! like murder
”
Episode 3: A
“now that guillermo has left the house, Nandor is a broken man”
Alconodar Nandor! + shirtless Nandor! been a while
“sashay away!”
Nixon Nandor???
Nixon Nandor going to Guillermo for help :(((( 
Guillermo immediately knowing something wrong with Nandor :((( 
“Sockittome” how romantic 
Love how after everything, Guillermo has a very chill relationship with the Baron 
Nandor x Lazlo, that ship has gotta be a thing right?
Baby Guilermo 😣 
Nandor playing along (also note the weird ass handshake)
This scene is so adorable and sad 
Guillermos excitement and joy about interviews and meeting a vampire, and having the possibility of being a vampire infront of him :(((( 
Guillermo got bullied :( was shy and no friends 
“I was rich and a jock”
Not Nandor wanting guillermo to stay as he is, saying he’ll let both of them just how one night like this (and then, once again, immediately cutting his words of affection with an insult to guillermo)
Episode 4: A
Lmao nandors into the Guide now
.. Oh no
 they, they arent going to make them end game are they??
“Yes mast
. Yes Jordon!” lmao freudian slip
Guillermo has to fire Nandor!? 
Gillermo really dosent want to fire him :( 
“When i was a warlord, I would always discourage none sexual fraternization amongst the men”, so
 sexual fraternisation is allowed with your man colleges then  ?????
Nandor literally looking sadly through a window at Guillermo and his boss is insane 
Insane of drunk guillermo to stand right behind nandor on the couch, putting his hands on his shoulders and saying “the rest of it can go fuck it self” until he remebers about jordon
“Its about being the right fit, maybe thats what we were? Or weren't
 Nandor couldn't make me a Vampire, and i cant make him a Janitor.”
This whole broken up vide is very sad
“Im proud of you.” and then Guillermo immediately firing him is so painful
N “Its fine!” G “Im so sorry
” N “good luck guillermm
” is he choked up? Was nandor going to cry?
I dont understand the handshake, its a very week handshake, with nandor not even grabbing his hand back. It seems maybe he was so sad man couldnt even shake his hand, even though he wanted to 
Hes humiliated :( Nandor for the first time asking for privacy from the Doc crew oh my god, and him breaking down and scream when they keep following him. Hes so hurt and angry ughhhh.
Epsiode 5: AAA (SORRY THIS ONE NEEDS CLEANING UP, i went a tad insane)
Nandors run away :( 
“The blade of the proverbial guillotine has dropped, and the blood has pooled at Guillermo's feet” damn Lazlo  
Nandors gone insane
“when one is burned, one feels most at home among the ashes” “amongst others that have been discarded” oh Nandor :(
Nadja calling out Guillermo for being mean to Nandor
Also Nandor doing weird shit in the background
“we are the hollow men”
Nandor talking to himself saying “you live a thousand years and you think you know what betrayal is, what horror is, but then in a single instant you find out what man is truly capable off.” AND THEN REQUESTING SIMON AND GARFUNKLE
Guillermo and Nandor fighting :(
S1E4: Guillermo “quits” for the first time (dosent really, but was ready to bounce).
S2E6: Nandor tells some random vamp he can kill Guillermo 
S2E7: Nandor is very chill with Guillermo killing a vampire, and even lies for him to cover it up.
S2E8 : Nandor tells Guillermo he should leave 
S2E8: Guillermo  breaks up with Nandor  quits and finds a new  mommy  master 
S2E10: Guillermo quits #3 and moves home
S3E8: Nandor leaves guillermo for a cult.
S3E8: G says, after Nandor has left for the cult: “I guess I know how it feels, every time I left or I quit
” 
S3E10: Nandor after anouncing hes leaving to travel the world to guillermo alone: “You are one of the things I need to get away from” 
S4E10: Guillermo quits #4 ! (does so quietly tho, thinking hed be a vampire by end of night)
S5E1: Nandor: “[whilst still laughing at guillermo and the idea of him becoming a vampire] Guillermo i’m sorry, eventually, of course i will definitly be turining you into a vampire, when the time is right.” 
“She didnt trust you, you hadent given her a reason to.” - Armand, interview with a vampire
S5E8: Baron about Guillermo being turned by a vampire that is not Nandor: “It is a violation, a humilation, a shame from which neither you nore Nador will every recover.” 
S5E10: (guillermo whilst holding a stake up to nandor at his moms house, after nandor has been trying to kill him due to him becoming a vampire) 
G : I dont believe you. N: no of course your dont
.
Also the comparison of Nandor and Guillerms fight and Nadja and Lazlos fit. 
“Im not the enemy, and you know that!”
“Your just pissed you werent 
 a good culture fit.” :( way to rub it in 
Nandor playing ANOTHER BREAKUP SONG, AND, making guillermo listen to it fully lmao 
Literally a break up scene, this shit is insane 
N: I WAS HUMILATED! Do even know what loyalty is Guillermo?
G: Do i know what loyalty is?! Uh ya, i was blindly loyal to you for 15 YEARS!
N: Until you got rid of me! I never got rid of you. I protected you! Even through all the fuck up’s, and the time you forgot to buy glitter [G: Rolls eyes], and the “I want to be a vampire, no actually i dont want to be a vampire”! The time you vearly killed the Baron TWICE! Through all that shit! I was loyal. I may have done a lot of things Guillermo, But i never, got rid, of YOU!”
G: do you think i felt good firing you? I didnt want to fire you! But thats how things are! In the real world! In the human world! I had to do it! 
N: I used to be a human before i became a vampire, incase you forgot! I never betrayed by friends, my comrades in arms, NEVER! Maybe some of the wives, but you know it was a different time!” 
G: im sorry
 i didnt know that the janitor job was so important to you. 
N: Well it was. It was my purpose, my purpose use to be raising you, to become a great vampire. Until you pussed out, and found a new master in Jordon. 
Guillermo then answering Jordons call, whilst Nandor angrily kicks stuff in the back is so sad. Even in there break up, Nandor cant get Guillermos full attention anymore.

.
G: You know, i do know what it feels like to loose your purpose. I use to want to be a vampire so bad, it guided every choice i made, i mean dont get me wrong, im happy im a human again, but it was hard. It was hard waking up every day with that not being the goal. To be a vampire

.
G: Well i think ive found a new purpose, you will to, somewhere
 But maybe, right now, are purposes are taking us
 in diffrent directations, and thats okay. 
N: Perhaps your right Guillermo, i am a warrior, but this is not my fight. 
Guillermo wearing the YASSSS Sean shirt from the pride epsisode is so sweet
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im-totally-not-an-alien-2 · 2 years ago
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"Baba!"
Danny smiled as he toweled his hair dry. He loved hearing his little one yell from the living room of his-now thier- lair.
The circumstances of his conception were irrelevant. He loved his kiddo very much, hence the abundance of photo albums and home videos chalked full of his kid doing random stuff. The one with him in his high chair stuffing cheerios into his mouth is his favorite solely for the fact it caught him trying to stuff them up his nose a few times. Definitely something to show future dates when he's older.
His smile fell when he heard anothers voice. No one should have access to his lair. They were in the Infinite Realms for stars sake.
Rushing out of the bathroom in only his sweatpants he charged into the living room to find it filled with capes. More specifically different (largely in costume) versions of Tim Drake. Uh oh.
How did this happen?
"Baba!" He looked down at thier child who was smiling up at him from the arms of one of the younger Tims, showing off his brand new baby fang and bloody hand. Danny rushed into the kitchen to get some alcohol pads and some bravery badges, walking past the summoning circle he had on his wall and taking note of the tiny bloody handprints near the bottom of it.
Crap. That was meant to summon friends and family into the lair. His little star must have tried summoning his father.
After bandaging his kid up and kissing the area he smiled and said, "all better!" Which earned him a giggle from the one year old and an odd look from the child still holding him.
"Tim?" The vigilante looked startled, but Danny didn't give him a chance to recover, "How about you take the little one into the living room and wait with the others? I need to make myself decent before I come explain things."
The kid looked skeptical but agreed and left in that direction.
Danny made his way to his room, and after chasing out two teenage birds who somehow snuck past him into there, he finally got dressed and chased more out of his toddlers room before making it to the living room.
Feeling a room full of eyes on him he sighed and conjured more couches from the ectoplasm in his lair, ignoring some startled shouts as he sat down.
There were a lot of different Tims here. Three adults all in gear, one good two evil, about seven teens, three in gear while four in civvies. Two of the civilian ones were the boys he had caught snooping in his room for clues.
Lastly there were three boys, two in gear with one in a civilian outfit.
Thats a total of thirteen (13) Tims.
"Okay, to start off id like to apologize on behalf of my son. We didn't mean to summon any of you."
The Robin holding Danny son chimed in, "How did he summon us?"
"Kiddo is too small to properly pronounce things yet. Hence why his calling you "baba" instead of "papa"."
He ignored the surprised sounds and questions and just let that sink in before adding, "To clarify, no. None of you are actually the father."
Danny waited patiently for them to calm down and ignored more questions, "I was with an alternate version of you who turned out to be evil-ish and wanted to eliminate all superpowers from existence or something, a fact I didn't know at the time."
"Anyway, he purposely sabotaged my birth control to get me pregnant knowing I wouldn't abort. He did this knowing that when his plan started to come to fruition I'd be too far along to stop him. He had a counter to everything, even things we never told him about. I ended up having to sever the connection between this place- the Infinite Realms- and my home dimension, trapping him there with no way for him to get out and leaving me with no way to ever see my friends or family again. Questions?"
There were many.
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bucketspammer4life · 1 year ago
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☆how comfy i would be asking the boxers for... Substancesℱ☆
idk if i should maintag this, obv tw for drug use
saw that one "how comfy i would be asking the boxers to hold my drink" post? yeah we're advancing now bitches buckle up
Bottom of the list is...
Little Mac
come on why should i ask a minor for drugs?? of course he would be familiar with drugs from hanging out with soda or just hearing about steroids
dont even bother asking him, his idea of drugs is painkillers & vitamin gummies
Next place is...
Doc Louis
He'd just get worried for you and give you a entire lecture and hint to Mac that you're a shady figure
He would gasp at you like "noo!!! Stay sober!!"
hes gotta be a good parent to Mac and i understand that
next place is...
Piston Hondo
He'd gasp like a conservative grandma finding out you got a piercing, pretty similiar to doc louis (full name doctorate louisana) and he would check up on you often
He would hit you up for some tea & meditation, he means well but still not helpful
Next place is...
Disco Kid
He wouldnt be suprised because he probably witnessed unpleasant stuff at some parties he went to but he wouldnt carry
Of course he wouldnt be like doc and tell you to get help but he wouldnt flat out go "sure broski heres 100 pounds of weed"
He would just say "no" and move on with his day
Next place is...
Super Macho Man
He would only carry steroids and even then, he wouldnt share like the selfish dickhead he is
at best hes just giving you steroids and at worst hes a selfish bitch ass who isnt sharing
Next place is...
Mr Sandman
He would be dissapointed but he would redirect you to a pharmacist and tell you to go convince someone to give you some substances
He couldnt care less and wouldnt think more or less of you
Next place is...
Bald Bull
We're now getting into "knows someone who carries or is carrying" territory
How do you think hes still not dead from a heart attack considering he turns into a fucking smoke machine when he gets angry enough?? theres no correct answer other than substancesℱ
if he didnt use weed he probably would be dead, he would be more on the chill side so if you want something that will make your soul leave your body he isnt your guy
He wont share if youre on his bad side or not close enough to him, anything other than that and hes fine with you, ofc if youre gonna try to blackmail him with it except your life to end very soon
Next place is...
Von Kaiser
hes traumatized, hes old and hes stressed, how couldnt he use substancesℱ?
This grandpa is willing to share as long as you keep quiet & keep it hidden
same case as bull for his reason for using, hes one spot away from being the sore loser, give him a break
next place is...
King Hippo
Hes from a island in the middle of who-knows-where, how could he not be used to that kind of stuff??
He would be generous but whatever he would give you is sure to kill a entire village, if i were you id chuck it off a cliff and let nature handle it
Next place is...
Don Flamenco
look at him SNORT that flower and tell me he hasnt done more, his nose takes up 80% of his face, dont even try to ignore the fact that he felt that flower in his VEINS.
He wouldnt be generous but would give you enough to hold you back for a while
if he can take perfume straight into his nostrils, he can take anything
Next place is...
Bear Hugger
This dude speaks to animals like a Disney princess and boxes with a bear, you dont achieve that without some help
besides, Just look at him inbetween fights, he chugs maple syrup and naps, unless you have some medical problems you dont pass out in a corner during a boxing match after chugging a entire bottle of syrup
Next place is...
Aran Ryan
oh boy, hes sharing but suddenly i feel like going back to when doc was concerned for me
He would probably have some shit that would have your heart climb up your throat and have you meet the grim reaper
if youre wild, go for it, if you wanna stay sane, back off
Next place is...
Great Tiger
hes a magician, hes bound to carry some magical stuff, it would make you see weird shit for sure and wreck you for a few days but other than that, hes okay
hes not generous but hes not that strict either, he knows his stuff well
Next place is...
Soda Popinski
its obvious as day, hes out with it and has a entire ass gimmick including it
hes not sharing his soda, but he'll hook you up on some scientific shit if you know him well
He'll gaslight a pharmacist for you if you can convince him
First place is..
Glass Joe!
He takes beatings everyday like its his last day, how do you think he deals with the pain? both mental and physical i might add since he has a wonderful count of 100 losses. 100 LOSSES.
He wont judge (since hes the one with 100 losses and also french) and will be generous with it
this is probably the first thing he wins (in his life)
Honorable Mentions
Bear Hugger's Squirrel - this little goblin could steal some stuff for you, not much, but its kind
Mrs Bear - Oh my god, she can help 100%. What sane person wouldnt give up their Substancesℱ after seeing a bear??
Carmen - she can convince don to give her some and give it to you, just keep quiet
Narcis Prince - good heavens NO. He'd scold you, not because he cares, but because "thats ugly people stuff"
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castle-dominion · 1 year ago
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c1x5 chill goes thru her veins
I feel bad for the stunt actor. Why are those lights turning on?
Beautiful intro <3 with her ring & gun & stuff. (but she just keeps it in a drawer...? No surely that drawer is locked... gun laws in the usa can't be THAT lax...) Beautiful red coat. We need more of that in later seasons. She should shave her head, but like in a sexy way. For the leabians.
JE: Why can't they find bodies between 9 and 5? KB: Well, early bird gets the collar. *castle running around before beckett can even drink her coffee* JE: He was here before I was.
Poor lanie, she's there just as early as anyone. XD cold case LP claims she's frozen solid, but let's just make a note of that. Captions say mid-40s & i'm assuming that means 40-50 f not negative 40? That's what like 12 degrees c? Nope, 40f is 4c. not quite cold enough to freeze, not solid, even with wind. Lol ruby slippers Ok but bodies float in concrete Maybe the killer is just really flaky like me. Or maybe they killed her & didn't know what to do so they froze her until they came up with a plan.
I'm watching s4 with my family rn & the technology is booming. Reminds me of s2 when the fbi came in. Legit made me laugh out loud when castle made that wilford warfstache face. This seems like a good time to remembe MMIWP; missing & murdered indigenous women/people. It is literally an ongoing genocide, idk much abt the USA but indigenous people are disproportionately represented in cases like this in canada. Indigenous men are actually more at-risk for murders than women, though women are more at-risk for disappearances & sexual abuse. They are even overturning things like ICWA, FNMI kids are already overrepresented in the foster care system, forced genocidal assimilation is happening under our noses Right Now. Everyone is an ally until it is time to do some ally shit.
KR: Sure they do. Quantum physics, alien abductions, Schrödinger's cat. One minute, you're getting a hot dog in the park, the next you're fighting off Sleestaks on the far side of a dimensional rift. BRUH??? Reminds me of the alien episode in s2 or s3. Oh woman I remember in Range class we had our turkeys out all weekend & they were still frozen
KB: Okay, I'm on my way KB: Lanie's got an ID. So u don't need to look thru missing persons anymore right? RC, to rysposito: You'll take care of these? *leaves* JE: Hey, Ryan, can you, uh
 Thanks. *also leaves poor ryan to go through or put away the files* Poor Ryan, he's just staring at espt leave with such hurt, his eyes just moving all over the table & room, & his mouth slightly open. He's left to deal with this. They really are treating him like the new guy even tho he really is not he's been there long enough in canon.
WOAH FIVE YEARS IS A LONG TIME BABES
Steals his coffee Ofc he's a speedreader. I like how later they use that skill again. ok but she disappears often, she's gone for weeks at a time occasionally, the guy probably wouldn't have called in until seven days after she's gone Flirting with her lol. He probably thought she ran away for the first six months then figured she was gone for good or passed away.
R u using a 5yo file? Oh. Yeah five years. So new york "idc that the previous tenant was murdered, it keeps the rent low"
JE: Well, four years between murders? One's a popsicle, one just got popped? I love castle's shirt texture, I just want to feel it. KR: I don't believe it. RC: Give me 250 pages, I bet I could make you. KR: *chuckles* But he's right. "250 pages is 125 000 words single-spaced or 62 500 words double-spaced. Typical documents that are 250 pages or more include full-length novels."
CASTLE I could call it, "A Chill Runs Through Her Veins." ESPOSITO Ooh. I like that. [Castle and Esposito five-five.] CASTLE "Bam" said the lady, another best-seller for me.
(https://scriptline.livejournal.com/18916.html for my quotes, it's so much faster than typing them out. sometimes.)
You know, ppl ship caskett (obv, & then it eventually eventually finally becomes canon) & ppl ship rysposito (I can see why, plus if caskett is together obv rysposito would be together) but tbh I like castito or casposito or castlesito or estle or espostle or espositle or javick rickvier or whatever their ship name it. Probably casposito.
Hmmm. Homeless, White Plains. Homeless, White Plains. JE: both kinda creepy
I love him with his kids (possibly spoilers) I think I know how it ends, I feel like the parents will end up having done this & the kids will end up parentless & then grandparentless. Or maybe the husband did it & then the grandparents killed the husband bc screw you for robbing my daughter of her life & my grandkids of their mom & I'm not letting my grandbabies be raised by a murderer (unless they become murderers in which case.... you lost your point)
drinkin coffee in a bar. I mean he's right ig but at the same time screw you & acab. Oh war vet? Yeah no hun cops feel more brotherhood with soldiers than they feel responsibility to their jobs. The entire system is crap. I want to say "than they feel responsible for the ppl they are meant to protect" but... they aren't really "meant" to protect them. They are meant to police them.
That's why u like castle. He spins crazy theories instead of making things fit into a box. (except he still says "that's not how I would write it") Castle sherlock holmes moments.
JE: A couple of bucks jogged his memory. Yeah man Already have their little handshake uwu Reminds me of ochoa/herve doing the big handshake. I feel like castle wrote a cool handshake (made it up) for roach & then they put it in the movie but castle didn't actually know how to do the handshake.
Oh gosh this poor man. Only this time, all I find is a freezer plugged into a light outlet -- which, by the way, is totally illegal. So valid bestie. (I love him so much.) One time I had to make a mini model of a house for math class but it was my best friend & me & we were both disabled so we handed in the simplest project we could & got in trouble for it. Then our parents helped us out, they put in the water heater. Paul said "lets use this little pill bottle, we can glue it to the wall here" but then my dad chips in 'That's a Code Violation, man!' as if code violations matter in our little model. Both dads cracked up. It was funnier when it happened... (& whenever we go to tour dream homes dad points out the code violations. & ofc count how many secret rooms we can make. Not that we'd ever live there.) Oh fun fact, if you make a double male extension cord you can power your neighbour's apartment if they forgot to pay their electrical bill, JUST so they can like, keep their fridge running so their food doesn't spoil. Some anarchosocialist cyberpunk for ya. I mean the man's right. I see why he did what he did. People are really good at not seeing homeless people.
Man kept the freezer? ofc it's cash. every six months, plus three months of grace. Two months after the man is dead! So valid bestie, keep the footage of the last two weeks, but who has space for more than that?
If not x, then y. if not her, then him. If not sam, then whoM? Him=whom, he=who. Who did it? He did it. It was whom? It was him.
Mmm leftovers. That's a heck of an empty freezer. Hey self cleaning oven, sort of like that episode in s3! Did you know you can jerry your oven open during self clean mode to make it into a pizza oven? Don't do it tho. AC: Did I stop, or did something stop me? I love her RC: It's family moments like these I will never forget. AC: With a good therapist, hopefully, I will. DSAFHDSJHADSKJH
I like beckett's coat. This Wyler fellow seems neat. I like him. Man remembers the bf's name?
This boy looks like someone I've seen before. Maybe that actor/directer, gary sinus I like his shirt. Seems like a nice prison uniform. This fellow seems neat. Oh. I love & respect this man. I love him sm. This is tragic.
Sometimes I'm very "guy" but other times I am so obviously raised female, but I was also raised catholic. Nice pride flag lol B'y I think it's a bad idea to tell these children what happened to their mom, at least in any detail. They're kids. Or at most tweens.
What if GARY killed sam? He wasn't dead for four years or so, you could have come forward. he WAS dead for the past year, you could have come forward w/o fear.
Ooh this is the coolest & sweetest thing. I love their laser tag gear. RC: Mom! We are totally doing battle on the field of honor. MR: How old are you? RC: Old enough to afford the top-of-the line laser tag. You know that's what they tell addicts. The only fun you had was drinking & now you don't have that hobby? All your friends do drugs so you're out a community? Do what you wanted to do when you were a kid, now that you are an adult with adult money. Buy yourself an easy bake oven, go play laser tag, take that gymnastics class you wanted to do all throughout elementary. RC: I'm dead! MoOm! 
I like how castle doesn't try to make himself look like a presentable adult, he opens the door & shoots his laser gun. Poor beckett. She knocks on his door & then gets laser shot by a novelist she was a fan of who is now shadowing her on crime cases, then his daughter comes out from behind him, also wearing all this laser gear (including the fact that she is a responsible adolescent), & then his mom comes in from the side with a towel on her head & a mask on her face. "Pehtikwe"
Is this the first time she has been in his house? Or did she arrest him here once? She is indeed a comic fan, remember the vampire episode? It's like a murder board. Lol jinx. I like castle's sweater here.
See? Most ppl don't own a car in a city like that. Point for the adhd castle headcanon. Goes on a tangent like that. Plus, he's very childish sometimes, very childlike /pos sometimes, he procrastinates a lot, then he hyperfocuses & bangs out a novel, he can think inside or outside the box but he threw the box away so he doesn't know if he's thinking in or out, he is not very good at following instructions lol (you know i was diagnosed with ODD & recently I found out & thought "that's just what they diagnose you with when you don't understand things & so you ask questions or refuse to do things or you don't like being a child treated like you are not a person; that's why so many ppl grow out of of" & I Was Right, BUT that's only the misdiagnoses, ODD is actually a mood disorder, which might be why I kind of got over it when I went on mood stabilizers. Fun fact for ya)
It's late at night they just went to his house? Or maybe it's the next day.
ROGER They told me he was shot in a mugging. And now you're telling me, he was killed here, in my apartment?
CASTLE Not him. His wife.
ROGER His wife? What kind of family was this?
CASTLE Alright. So, you and I are married.
BECKETT We are not married.
CASTLE Relax. It's just pretend.
BECKETT I don't want to pretend.
CASTLE Scared you'll like it?
BECKETT Okay. If we're married, I want a divorce.
ROGER Are you two like this all the time?
CASTLE and BECKETT Yes.
(usually they give opposing answers. JE: yes; KB: no; RC: I wish; KR: ...??? Ok!)
Castle puts down the pan but beckett still has the pot *closes door on roger* *hands the pot back to roger*
Need to go to the eco station? Call your buddy with a truck.
I still respect this guy to a degree. I love the way his voice is breaking. This poor fellow.
Cap's right. what goes around comes around.
I remember how it ends. Not five years ago. Plainclothes. Melanie's dad. He did his own detective work & I'm proud. I know what you mean castle but you kind of can't do that.
I feel really bad bc he's just trying to be a good grampa, he is raising his grandkids, he solved his daughter's murder & paid justice to sam. Tho he probs could have gone to the police. Also why do those kids look native? Melanie & her parents are white af. IG we've never seen sam's body/picture so maybe he was native or a poc.
Dad, they probs don't have the evidence to convict you. Don't confess & you can get away with it. Ah I see why he did it now. R u allowed to bring back a service weapon? Good on him, he said a father MIGHT be justified. Never said he did it.
Oh beckett sharing her story!
We were supposed to go to dinner together - my mom, my Dad, and I, and she was gonna meet us at the restaurant, but she never showed. Two hours later, we went home, and there was a detective waiting for us. Detective Raglin. They found her body. She had been stabbed. She still had her money and purse and jewelry. And it wasn't a sexual assault, either. They attributed it to gang violence. Random wayward event. So, just like in Melanie's case, they couldn't think outside the box. So, they just tries to package it up nicely. And the killer was never caught.
CASTLE Why do you wear the watch?
BECKETT My Dad took her death hard. He's sober now. Five years. So, this is for the life that I saved. And...
[She reaches in her shirt and pulls out the necklace with the ring on it.]
BECKETT (CONT'D) this is for the life that I lost.
Oof, so good. So good. I love them.
CASTLE Until tomorrow, Detective.
BECKETT You can't just say "night?"
CASTLE I'm a writer. "Night" is boring. "Until tomorrow" is more hopeful.
The second cree word of this post: Wapaki. It means "tomorrow" but cree words are long. It means more like "if the sun rises tomorrow" & it implies that we have FAITH that the sun will rise tomorrow, we can't actually tell the future. We are just doing what we can. If, if the sun rises tomorrow.
& she doesn't lock her gun in her drawer.
Esposito & castle & getting the file & how did he convince espt to do this.
[41:50, INT. PRECINCT, RECORDS ROOM - NIGHT] Esposito enters, followed by Castle.
[Esposito leads him past rack after rack of file boxes, until he comes to one and opens it. He pulls out a file and hands it to Castle.]
ESPOSITO Remember, this never happened. I was never here.
CASTLE You have my word. Thanks.
[Esposito clears his throat]
ESPOSITO If you tell her I did this, I'll make you bleed.
CASTLE Understood.
ESPOSITO Good luck.
[The name on the file: Johanna Beckett. Castle takes a seat at a table and turns on the desk light as Esposito leaves, dousing the overheads. Lit by the light of the lamp, Castle looks down at the case file. He takes a breath, and opens it.]
I should do some chores.
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throwaway-yandere · 2 years ago
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His Ice Fishing Buddy (Yandere!Childe/Reader)
A/n: id get accused of favoritism if i didn't write a childe fic ehe. I already wrote a fic where my current dps-es ayaka and ayato are there, would be weird if I didn't write my previous main dps lmao. sorry my tartar sauce boy. This is part 1/3(?) of the short fic "Soldier, Poet, King" (which is yandere Childe, Thoma, and Diluc respectively). Ps: I'm gonna make some stuff abt Varka's "family" cause we still don't have enough info on him lol
An actually reliable synopsis this time wow: reader vents out frustrations and childe listens w/ added bantering
Gn!reader
Cw: It's a really mild/soft & wholesome short yandere fic. Also, I likely have a different characterization for Tartaglia haha
 I'm more used to his character in the voice lines so this might not have that "hey girlie~" vibes to it, I'm sorry (ÂŽ-ïč-`). Implied yan!Diluc & yan!Thoma/reader.
Parts:
Soldier (You're here), Poet, King
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If you asked (Y/n) (L/n) who Tartaglia was, they would tell you that he's nothing more than a pampered kid who got scolded by the Millileth.
If you asked (Y/n) (L/n) who Ajax was, they would tell you that he's the best fishing buddy they ever had.
In hindsight, you are correct. But that's only because you've never had any other fishing buddies to begin with, so there's no competition for him.
You loved fishing around Dragonspine's west end, close to the road that connects Liyue and Mondstadt but far enough to see both civilizations. You were viewed by the Fishing Association as a lone wolf yet beloved "cousin," the type that only came by on holidays to dish out trinkets to the family. That was your place in the group, and they regarded you with plenty of endearments.
Everyone in the association was ecstatic when they received a half-frozen letter from Tommy, penned by yours truly, which detailed a new fishing companion.
Although, when they read your tales about him, it seems as if this new partner of yours is just as unhinged as you are.
"Have you ever wondered how it would feel like to be a fish?" You asked before you cast your line. 
You kept going while smiling. "It would be nice, wouldn't it? To feel happy when you're drowning. To sink in and just
 not be affected by what's up there. Kinda cool. I mean, fish can drown in certain ways, but still..."
He looked at you with a mixture of bemusement and sympathy. Ajax mentally reasoned that having long chats must be a family characteristic for the Imunlaukr Clan.
"Are you alright, comrade?" Ajax asked. He wrapped his scarf around your neck, but the effect was nearly nonexistent. You are used to this cold as much as he is, but considering how he's a full-pledged Snezhnayan man, he's likely to be more resilient. 
Still, it made your lips quirk up for a second. It's the thought that counts, right?
Ajax had always struck you as a kindred spirit. His odd fascination with fighting turned you off at first, but he has a compelling and charismatic presence. Yet, Ajax is far from a playboy. His pickup lines are rarely memorable and they hardly ever stick. Quite frankly, you thought his flirtatious jokes were enough proof that he's likely to die alone.
The man is uber-fixated on becoming stronger in such a nerdy way, which is kind of contradictory. He boasts that he's strong but seems to flail around in the hopes of achieving whatever the hell "world domination" entails.
In short, Ajax is a paper tiger in your eyes. Both in flirting AND combat.
"Never better," you replied sarcastically.
"Have you eaten lunch?"
You pointed at your half-eaten frozen... charcoal discarded in front of your humble tent.
He initially mistook that you were pointing to the letter written by an Inazuman fisherman rather than the hazardous garbage that was strewn about. Ajax's nose scrunched.
With his siblings and acquaintances, he provides them with sugarcoated words when it comes to cooking. It matters not if the scales are flakey and toasted to bitterness similar to ground coffee. But this? This, however...
"I get that it may just be my preferences talking, but it doesn't look very palatable. Don't you realize that food is like weaponry? You need to consume things that are beneficial for the body. Damn. How are you going to keep your promise of 'not dying until Ajax conquers the world' when you live like this?"
"Oh, please stop. You sound like my mother." You grimaced. "Who said you need to be a master chef to fry a fish? You just need to be moderate at arson!"
That last sentence explained a lot.
Ajax laughed boisterously. "C-Comrade, you couldn't even fry the fish right."
"Oi! Shut up. You're scaring the fish away." You grumbled. "The rain just stopped and the fish aren't coming back. So be quiet."
"I'd be afraid too if that sad charcoal is my fate."
"Just shut up."
"Amuse me: were you cooking for yourself or were you just crafting fish baits?–"
"SHUSH."
Tartaglia would have offered you a big supper in Liyue under normal circumstances. During combat, he had fleeting thoughts about pampering you with the dishes and clothing you deserved. He can see you dress up just for him holding his arm as you both enter the establishment so vividly. Tartaglia could hear your laughter fill the air as you mispronounce different Liyue cuisines. 
He felt hollower each time he snapped out of his daydreams and remembered your patched and ragged clothes in this unforgiving climate
However, Ajax desired to uphold this image you had of him. Even if your cheap lifestyle is slightly killing the banker's insides. 
"Hey, why don't you eat something in Mondstadt? My treat."
You gazed up, confused.
"Why?"
"There's no way you haven't missed a good, juicy, meaty steak," Ajax said, his voice similar to a burlesque salesman. "Plus, I'll accompany you on your trip. The road's teeming with hilichurls compared to this dead place. There'll be plenty of fights waiting for me if I accompany you, so why not?" 
As long as no one saw Ajax's mask, no one would shun him for being a Harbinger. He had already sent directives for the Fatui stationed in Mondstadt not to approach him on this little date. 
The only problem is Master Diluc

Why didn't he exposed that he's a Fatui Harbinger yet?
You rolled your eyes. "Why not? The reason why not is because I'm not going to order steak just to sate your bloodlust. Plus, Good Hunter has a delivery service anyway."
"But you should go home once in a whileeee," Ajax whined.
You yanked back your reel, but there was no sign of a catch.
"Why are you so persistent?" You said in a monotone voice.
It didn't sound like a question. It sounded like a complaint.
Ajax finally realized how crestfallen you were when he stared at you. Your expression had been the same the second he mentioned Mondstadt. He felt a stab of remorse as he struggled to come up with a reply.
Your eyes looked just like his, dead.
"I don't want to be seen at the town square."
Ajax paused and hesitate on whether or not he should ask. He decided that it would be best if he would've ordered Viktor to figure out what happened if you didn't tell him anyway. "Why?"
"I overheard a few things about me." You said. "A few things I didn't even know about myself."
"Oh?"
You both paused, but it was a comfortable silence. As Ajax sat alongside you on the wood, your shoulders began to relax. The ice gradually soaked his gray trousers, but his attention did not divert. Ajax's entire focus was on you, and it warmed your heart to know you have such a wonderful friend.
"Ready when you are, (Y/n)."
You felt some kind of zest. In this scenario, hearing him use your name instead of "comrade" had a distinct effect you can't quite put a finger on.
"Right." You cleared your throat. "So, uh, last week when you weren't here I overheard Marjorie and some blonde rat-tailed guy talk about me a-and umm..."
Your eyes were beginning to moisten. You bared the restricting ache in your chest with a close-eyed grin and proceeded to spill.
"S-She wasn't saying nice things. That's all."
You would have had a better chance of seeing Ajax's evil gaze if you had kept your eyes open the entire time. You might have noticed how strangely silent he was if you had concentrated on him instead of composing yourself. Instead, you were clinging to the last shred of self-control you had to not let the floodgates open.
"Marjorie, the Souvenir Shop owner? Do you know the other man?"
"No." You shook your head weakly. "Never met him, I think. He seemed like a tourist but he looked like a Mondstadter..." 
"I-I mean, not-that-it-bothers-me-of-course. I know I'm a weirdo, but I'm ashamed to think that I never once pieced together that people think I'm a disappointment to the Imunlaukr Clan. I thought everybody in my family was unique, but I didn't realize that I'm underwhelming when it comes to... whatever positive uniqueness people are after. It gets suffocating when I hear those harsh words constantly whenever I come home. Especially since I don't have a vision."  
"That's why I hate visiting little Mond. Everyone there despises me. Some have the gall to hide it to gain my cousin's favor, while some flat out tell me that they want my name erased from the family tree." You continued. 
"So, I guess that's why I'm so glad to have met you and the Fishing Association. You didn't know who my family was and treated me like a friend, not a means to an end." 
Ajax took a deep breath. You laughed nervously a few seconds later.
"Haha, that kinda rhymed. Sorry. Even I admit that that was too much. I'm rambling again. My bad."
To be honest, he also had an ulterior motive when befriending you. Keyword: had. 
He sought you out before to leech out more information about Grandmaster Varka, who seemed to go on month-long expeditions out of nowhere. It made him agitated. He was desperate to learn more about Mondstadt's powerhouse that he combed through all of his contacts until he came across you. The joyful titan's favorite cousin: the isolated fisherman.
Tartaglia saving you from drowning in Wyrmrest Valley was no "stroke of luck" as you put it.
Tartaglia intended to kidnap you for ransom, one that can only be paid by sparring with a worthy opponent.
But after getting to know you, your insecurities, and your passion as a human being for half a year, Ajax couldn't help but want you even if he tried not to.
He could no longer bring himself to cause harm to the one weak link to The Knight of Boreas. If anything, he learned firsthand why Varka was adamant about keeping you safe and hidden. It also made sense why there were rumors that the Uncrowned King of Mondstadt has a crush on you. You are too eccentric– too valuable for the public eye
Perhaps it was for the best that you declined Ajax's offer. He loathes the idea of others looking at you, particularly that redhead with a (reasonable) vendetta against him. You're better off isolated. 
Alone, with him.
He rubbed his thumb at the back of your palm. 
"Comrade..." Ajax cooed. "You're not a disappointment."
 You laughed.
"A part of me already acknowledged that, but thank you. It's impossible to be like Varka. I wish I could be like him every day, but the thing is the only thing I'm good at is whipping this rod and reeling in a big one... and I didn't even get a catch today. Hell, when I tried to train, Diluc told me to just give up and let him do all the protecting-and-what-not. I wish I could just, well, not think about other people like Varka does."
You exhaled deeply. If not Varka, then you hope to become like your pen pal, Fixer, instead. He frequently offered sound advice on how to be more friendly and personable, and he even offered to meet with you after the Sakoku decree was repealed. "Fixer" didn't appear to mind rumors about him, despite the fact that he's a Mondstadter living in a xenophobic country. You can only dream of being that resolved in your worth and confidence.
Maybe you should accept his invitation to meet up. Fixer sounded like he was dying to see you. After all, it's the least you could do for the man who still kept in contact despite his country's prohibition.
"Huh?! Diluc said that?" Ajax suddenly exclaimed. "What kind of man discourages someone from training? People should strive to be formidable warriors if they want to--"
He stopped when he realized you were staring at him with immense judgement.
"Ah, right, wrong timing." He gulped.
"But hey." Ajax squeezed your hand, and you squeezed back. "Comrade, you're being too harsh on yourself and you know it. Hell, it's those scheming bad guys who should be self-critical, not you."
He definitely had his co-workers in mind when he said that.
You snickered. "I'm not a child anymore, Ajax. There's no such thing as bad guys."
"Well," Ajax nervously cleared his throat, undoubtedly uncomfortable. "I mean, there's the Fatui."
"What, like that big doofus Childe?" You teased.
He froze.
Ouch.
'Ajax' laughed sparingly.
"Yeah. Like him. Just tell me if those guys are bothering you, I'll get them knocked off their perch."
You shrugged. "Whatever, sure."
Hmm...
He continued to stare at you with a small smile, long enough for you to see that his eyes are noctilucous jade-like. They were gleaming. Is this how they've always been? You could've sworn his eyes were a dull shade of cobalt blue (though you never told him that since you were afraid he'd challenge you to a sparring match). 
 
"Why are you still smiling? Is there something on my face?" You giggled.
That immediately made Ajax flinch. "H-Ha? Oh, what, no, of course not, wha– pshaw! I just got lost in thought, that's all." 
"Really?" You raised an eyebrow playfully. "Then what is The Greatest and Most Renowned Snezhnayan Fisherman pondering about in the company of his Poor and Estranged Mondstadter Friend, hmm? Mora for your thoughts?"
Ajax looked away.
"It's a bit embarrassing."
"What is?" You said. "C-C'mon, if there is something on my face just say it, man!"
"No, no, nothing like that." Ajax pouted, yet he still refused to face you. "It's just that..."
"I just thought you're drop-dead gorgeous, that's all."
You blushed.
"L-Like, the light of the moon." He continued blabbering. "The perfect lighting for a bloodbath or a crime scene, for added mystery."
The warmth in your face fizzled out as you smacked his arm. Classic Ajax. He can't go on for ten minutes without thinking about fighting. Somehow, that 'drop-DEAD' compliment was fitting coming from him. You're pretty sure he mentioned something about wanting to see his enemies drop dead on several occasions.
"You had me at drop-dead gorgeous but you ruined it with that last part, idiot."
Ajax was dying inside. Sure, he had slain multiple enemies as a 14-year-old but no amount of "maturing" prepared him for the awkward steps of wooing someone.
He's still a little kid deep down who grew up too fast, and sadly, he will always be more comfortable holding a weapon than a person's hand.
Please, have some mercy.
"You asked me how I felt, so I just said what I thought of at the time!"
"Gah! You're hopeless."
You ruffled his ginger hair roughly before his shoulders and spine tensed up. He was unable to look away. Your wide grin is a wholesome sight to see. 
Even though Dragonspine was frigid, he's pretty sure his cheeks were scorching.
"But thank you, friend." You whispered loud enough for him to hear. "You always know just what to say. You're right, I'm too critical."
He puffed humorously, "Of course you are. But anytime, (Y/n)."
"Perhaps you should start self-reflecting as well," you suggested, a little less soft this time. You stood up and gradually increased the distance between you two.
He scowled as he realized where this shift in tone was leading. 
With a mischievous smile, you added. "You know... since you can't seem to land a critical hit with your attacks."
He sneered, oblivious to the fact that he'd already summoned his hydro weapon before you even finished your punchline. 
"HEY!"
It's not his fault he gets so scared fighting when you're around, okay?! You're one of the few people who makes him nervous when fighting. In Ajax's heart, you are already a part of his family, and revealing his real fighting style would be like telling Teucer he wasn't Snezhnaya's greatest toyseller. He doesn't know what he'll do if he makes a mistake that leads you to suspect that he's Tartaglia. He doesn't know what he'll do because you are the one who causes him to falter—
You started sprinting.
"SEE YA LATER, AJAX!"
"What the-- YOU CAN RUN BUT YOU CAN'T HIDE– GET BACK HERE, (Y/N)!!!"
Normally, he would have caught you as you headed for the pines and exacted his wrath in under ten seconds, but he made the mistake of glancing down. Ajax stared at his frozen reflection in the stream.
He grinned.
You're truly starting to restore the brightness in his eyes whenever you're around.
It's only justice that those people will soon deeply regret spreading false rumors about you, right? 
Then, all Tartaglia needs to do now is collect Marjorie and that blonde man's debt...
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ptergwen · 4 years ago
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w/c: 2.3k
warnings: swearing and mentions of blood (all fluff tho!)
summary: yours and peter’s date night doesn’t go as planned, thanks to his “little” accident and mj’s photography project
a/n: it’s been a minute but i’m back! for now lol i promise i’ll be way more active when exam season is over <3 this was based off the lovely pic above taken by the even lovelier zendaya and i hope you enjoy these
 let’s call it random workings of my mind
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“hang on, can you come closer?” mj instructs you, you promptly stepping towards her. “is this good?” “great,” she affirms and squints behind the camera. “smile really big on the count of three, okay? one, two, three!” doing as she says, you give mj your cheesiest grin with your eyes squeezed shut and all. she snickers while snapping the moment on her polaroid.
mj asked you to be her subject for a photography project. you’re happy to do it, although it’s super last minute. like, barging-into-your-room-and-begging-you-for-help last minute. she was supposed to turn this in days ago. lucky for mj, her teacher was feeling generous and gave her an extension.
you have to work fast because of mj’s deadline and your plans with peter. he’s coming over for a movie marathon and cuddles right about now. well, he’s actually running a tad bit late. that’s typical peter for you.
“just a couple more, and then you’re free,” mj informs you while shaking out the polaroid. “this is honestly pretty fun, you know.” you glance at the photo she’s holding with an eyebrow quirked in surprise. she captures you well. “what made you choose me?” “no one else was free on a saturday,” she snorts and tosses the picture in a pile with the rest.
your mouth falls agape. “i’m not free! peter’s gonna be here in
” you check the time on your phone, much to your dismay. “he’s a few minutes late, but still. i have things to do, too.” a smirk sets on mj’s face as she gets ready for the next photograph. “relax, y/n/n. i was kidding. i’m sure spider-dweeb will be here sooner than you know it.” sighing lightheartedly, you take a seat on your bed.
“don’t call him that,” you shake your head. mj throws her own head back to the ceiling. “ugh, but that was a good one,” she insists, you only humming. “it’s better than penis parker, at least.” “nah, i like the alliteration,” you laugh out and earn a giggle from mj. “you’re lucky parker doesn’t have super hearing, or does he?” winking, you hit a pose for mj. you’re looking at her over your shoulder with smolder eyes.
“ask him yourself, after you get this shot.”
the two of you continue messing around with her polaroid until the film is almost gone, and peter has yet to arrive. you’re starting to worry. you aren’t sure where he could be.
he doesn’t patrol on weekends unless it’s an emergency, and he would’ve told you if there was one already. he’s never this late without sending a text, either. it’s almost an hour past when date night should’ve started. on the other occasions peter has gone off the grid, they didn’t end well.
“i’m freaking out, em. do you think he’s in some kind of trouble?” you ask mj, pacing around your bedroom. she offers a sympathetic shrug. “maybe he just ate some bad yogurt. remember last time?” being the dummy he is, peter once scarfed down an entire tub of vanilla yogurt before he realized it was expired. no one heard from him for days. he didn’t show up to school or answer any calls.
may ended up inviting you over and explaining he’d gotten a stomach bug, which you then tended to him for the rest of. the story was so amusing, and so peter.
“may doesn’t buy him dairy anymore. why do you think he always raids your freezer?” you bring your fingers up to rub your temples. “the kid can empty ice cream cartons in one bite,” she agrees, silently cringing. her curiosity piques at the fact. “is that also a power?” “who cares?” you nearly shout, your fingers curling into fists. “what i wanna know is if peter is fucking okay.”
on cue, there’s a knock at your apartment door. you and mj exchange looks of urgency, both rushing out of your room to answer.
mj follows you through the hall and stands by your side while you fumble with the lock. when your door pulls open, ned has his hand raised to knock again. “ned? what are you doing here?” you don’t give him the chance to speak. “have you heard from peter? he was supposed to be here a while ago, but he never showed.” rather than answering in words, ned takes a step aside.
the sight you’re met with makes you gasp. peter peeks out from behind him, cuts and bruises littering his flushed face. he gives you a lopsided smile.
“you have your answer,” mj murmurs to you and eyes ned curiously. he lets out a nervous chuckle. “here he is.” you push past ned and practically jump into peter’s arms, your hug bone-crushing. “peter, oh my god! are you okay?” wincing, peter hugs you back by your waist. his chin rests carefully on your head.
“hey
 i’m alright, baby. still pretty sore, though,” he sucks his lower lip between his teeth. you take the hint to loosen your grip on him. “i was worried something bad might’ve happened to you. i
 i guess i was right.” your tone softens, you threading a hand in his curls. they’re completely disheveled from whatever went down with him.
ned heads inside to catch up with mj, the two of them letting you have a moment alone.
“someone’s got a spidey sense of their own, huh?” peter tries to lighten the mood by joking. it doesn’t work, a frown still evident on your face as you try to untangle his once soft locks. “baby, everything’s fine. i just
 had a little accident is all. no big deal,” he reassures you and moves in to peck your lips. you’re so shocked that you dodge the kiss.
“little? your whole face is black and blue, pete!” you tug on the white collar of his button up, peter letting out a shaky breath. your other hand comes to rest on his cheek, touch gentle. “how’d you get like this?” he licks across his lips shyly and sets his hands on your hips. “see, on the way over there were these bad guys who-“
“no there weren’t,” ned cuts in, scoffing at the beginning of his friend’s story. peter shoots him a warning look over your head. “yes there were, ned. you weren’t even there!” he catches mj glaring at him before he continues. “don’t listen to him. anyway, i had to fight them because
” when he trails off, you stroke your thumb across his cheek, avoiding any wounds in the way. raising both eyebrows, mj speaks up.
“because why? go on, parker. i’m intrigued,” she encourages him. everyone can tell peter is lying except you. the question really is, what’s he lying about? he gulps down his spit, pulling your body against his for comfort. “take your time, peter. we can wait,” you say only for him to hear. his love filled eyes meet yours, and he nods. ned huffs at the dramatics unfolding before him.
“dude, you’re making this way worse than it actually is. just tell her!” he demands, mj cocking her head to the side. peter’s gaze flits between the two of them. “tell me what?” you wonder softly and tilt his chin, willing him to look at you again. “i
 i
” peter’s shoulders slump, his voice lowering in defeat. “there weren’t any bad guys.”
“of course there weren’t,” ned confirms. “no shit,” mj adds. exhaling, you wait for your boyfriend to further elaborate. “what really happened, then? be honest, pete.” peter lets go of you so he can come into your apartment properly, you shutting the door behind him. he scratches the back of his neck as he fills you in. “ok. um, me and ned were hanging out.”
ned is attempting to stifle a laugh for some reason, which mj elbows him for. you take one of peter’s hands. “yeah?” “we were at my place, and
 you know those really slippery steps on the sixth floor?” peter pauses for someone to answer, playing with your fingers. “the ones flash almost wiped out on once?” mj questions in amusement. he lets a quiet chuckle out. “good times. yeah, those.”
his gaze averts to the ground, you listening on. “so, i was walking ned out on my way over. we were talking about spidey stuff-“ “as per usual,” mj mumbles to herself. ned raises his hands in defense. “—and i told ned i could always stick my landings. he didn’t believe me.” you playfully roll your eyes, seeing where this is going. “so
 i, uh, decided to show him,” peter finishes off.
“i did a, um, backflip. tripped and fell down the flight of stairs,” he finally admits to you, putting his other hand on top of your intertwined ones. “clearly, i was wrong.” his bloody face is now red from humiliation. “you didn’t trip, dude. you freaking summersaulted!” ned corrects him and bursts into laughter he’s been holding back. “idiots, both of you,” mj simply remarks.
“that’s it? why didn’t you just say that?” you almost laugh yourself. groaning, peter rests his forehead against yours. “because itïżœïżœs embarrassing! i wanted you to think i’m a tough guy or whatever.” placing both hands on his cheeks this time, you nuzzle your nose against his. “you don’t have to be a tough guy to impress me, babes. you’re kind, smart, funny. makes up for you being such a klutz.”
peter cracks a grin, easily capturing your lips in the kiss he didn’t get to before. it doesn’t last long because mj gags and ned whistles at you. you’re both giggling when you pull apart, peter kissing the tip of your nose for good measure.
“you really mean that?” he checks, tucking back a strand of hair from your face. “of course. i have a thing for himbos,” you tease and poke at his bare chest. his eyes widen. “how about i get you some ice and you find our first movie?” you’re already off to the kitchen, beaming at peter. “date night’s still on?” he happily plops down on your couch, mj showing ned her pictures from earlier.
“as soon as those two get out of here,” you call loudly enough so ned and mj hear you. “yeah, yeah. we’re leaving,” mj deadpans, shoving the photos back into her portfolio. peter glances over at it curiously. “what’s that for?” “photography project,” she says and gets an idea. “i have some film left. y/n took up most of it
 you losers want the rest?”
while mj coerces her way to a higher grade, you put some popcorn in the microwave for your movie marathon.
“well, i could use a new lockscreen. i’m in!” ned quickly concedes. him and mj both give peter hopeful looks. “i’m not!” he protests, squishing one of your pillows against his chest. “with my face looking like
 this? forget about it.” mj walks over to him and places her portfolio on the coffee table. “what? those gashes are gnarly
 in a good way, i mean,” she promises.
“painful, too,” peter murmurs. “y/n, hurry up with that ice!” mj demands, grabbing the polaroid camera from its string around her neck. you wave her off. “what i’m saying is, they’ll look sick in my portfolio.” mj forces a smile, ned looking at her weirdly. “uh, what’s the theme of your project again?” “freestyle, baby,” mj casually replies.
peter comes up with a condition that could persuade him. “if you say please, i might consider it,” he concludes, mj perking up. “please be in my project. pretty please?” she instantly requests, ned pursing his lips from behind her. peter rubs his chin. “y/n, what do you think? should i?” you pipe in from the kitchen. “yeah, so she’ll leave my house.”
“you heard the lady. i’ll do it,” peter gives in. all but squealing, mj gestures for ned to sit. “this’ll only take a few minutes. you guys are really saving my ass.” ned gets comfortable next to peter on the couch, who wants to see how far mj will really go. “aw, we are? i believe that calls for a
” ned catches on. “it comes after please
” mj picks up her camera with gritted teeth. “thank you, morons. say cheese!”
that’s the only warning peter and ned get before they’re blinded with the flash. ned does a toothy grin as he leans into peter’s side. peter musters up the best smile he can, hair a mess and cuts burning pink on his face. satisfied, mj snatches the photograph as it pops out.
“pleasure doing business with you two,” she states, you joining the three of them in the living room. you set the popcorn on the table and give peter his ice pack. he presses it to his cheek, kissing the back of your hand. “send me that!” ned reminds mj, helping himself to your bowl of popcorn. she salutes him.
“there’s my star. what do you say, y/n? wanna take one more really quick?” mj suggests, already holding up her polaroid. you take the other cushion next to peter, your head on his shoulder. “can peter be in it with me? since he’s in the modeling mood tonight.” he wraps an arm tightly around you. “let’s do it, sweetness.”
eagerly jumping in front of you two, mj crouches down to get a better angle. “on the count of three. one, two, three!” the camera clicks, and you surprise peter by laying a smooch on one of his cheeks. he’s holding the ice against his other, genuinely smiling for this picture. ned coos at you, mj showing off her work when it dries.
“how adorable,” she says sarcastically but means it. peter nods at her in appreciation, his lips brushing the side of your head. “what can i say, you’re a pro,” you compliment mj. “come on, em!” ned cheers through a mouthful of popcorn.
tonight was an unexpected and exciting mess, even if your date night did get crashed.
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leossmoonn · 4 years ago
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Dear Y/n
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pairing - carl gallagher x fem!reader
type - fluff
note  / request - “OMFG FINALLY SOMEONE WRITES FOR RECENT CARL GALLAGHER. Can we get one where the reader is Kev and V’s daughter so they grew up together. And maybe Carl is her secret admirer” so i made debbie and you seniors and carl a junior since he is technically a year younger than debbie. so let’s pretend that debbie stayed in school and carl never went to military school lol, just for the sake of this imagine. enjoy!
summary - you find a note in your locker from a secret admirer and try to figure it out who is your secret admirer
warnings - language
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“Hey, girl!” Debbie exclaimed. You looked up from your phone, smiling as you spotted your friend. 
“Hey,” you smiled while walking up to her. Your attention when to Franny, who was sitting in her stroller. You crouched down and smiled at the baby. 
“Hi, baby. How are you? Do you like going to school with Mommy? You know, some day you’ll be going to school. I’ll be an adult and with kids, too!” You babbled to the baby. Franny squealed and held her hands up to you. You giggled, bopping her nose before going up back to talk to Debbie. 
“You’re really good with her,” Debbie complimented.  
“Thanks, kids kinda like me,” you giggled. 
Debbie rolled her eyes, “Yeah, we know. Anyways, can we hang at your house?” 
You two started walking to your guys’s lockers. “Sure. I have to babysit Jems and Ames, though. Mom and Dad don’t get off work until like, midnight.”
Debbie nodded. “Franny can play with them.”
“Sounds good,” you nodded. You unlocked your locker, a piece of paper falling out. 
“What’s that?” Debbie asked.
“I don't know,” you muttered, furrowing your brows. You picked up the paper, unfolding it. Your eyes widened as you saw its contents. It read:
Dear Y/n,
I thought your outfit looked really good. Not that your outfits don’t always look good, but today’s my favorite. I really like your jeans and your red shirt. Red really looks good with your eyes. 
From,
Secret Admirer
Debbie read the note with you, laughing as she got to the end. “You have a secret admirer!”
You smiled, “Yeah. This is cute. I wonder who it’s from.”
“Maybe it’s from Dean Kepner,” Debbie said, nudging your shoulder teasingly. 
You rolled your eyes, “That is the funniest shit I have ever heard.”
“Well, what if it is! I noticed him staring at your shirt today,” Debbie said.
You scoffed, “Yeah, more like staring at my tits. This note said nothing about my  tits. It’s probably not him. Plus, I’m pretty sure Dean can’t make compound sentences. He’s worse at speaking than Ames and Jems, and they’re 3 years old.
Debbie chuckled, “True. Well, we should try to figure it out.”
“Eh. It's probably some jackass who wants to get in my head, and then embarrass me because I thought someone liked me,” you said. 
“Be more optimistic!” Debbie exclaimed. 
“Hm, I will if I get a second note. Let’s go, Jems and Ames are expecting me to pick them up from daycare,” you said. You grabbed a few textbooks and shut your locker. “Is Carl coming home with us?” You asked. 
“I think so,” Debbie said. “Alright. Where is he?” You asked. 
“Probably making out with some slut in the bathrooms,” Debbie said.
“Probably,” you snorted.
You and Debbie walked to the nearest bathroom, peeking behind the corner to see if you could hear any noise. Surprisingly, it was quiet. 
“What are you guys doing?” 
You both jumped, turning around and seeing a confused Carl behind you. 
Carl was Debbie’s little brother. They were both Gallagher’s. They were children of the alcoholic and drug addict Frank and Monica. They lived on the South Side of Chicago, which was where you also lived. 
You were Y/n Ball. Daughter of Veronica Fisher and Kevin Ball. You had lived next to the Gallagher’s all your life. You were their best friend. Well, their only best friend, really. Your mom and their older sister, Fiona, had been friends since forever. You had been born around the same time as Debbie, who was the third oldest out of the 6 Gallagher children, so you two have been basically best friends since birth. Carl was also one of the Gallagher kids you were also the close with, too, him being just a year younger than you. You three had basically grown up together, so being best friends was pretty natural. 
“We were seeing if you were fucking anyone,” Debbie answered. 
Carl scrunched his face up in disgust. “I don’t do that.”
You laughed, “Sure you don’t. C’mon, C-Dog, I gotta pick up the little missies.”
“Alright, Y/n/n,” Carl smiled at the nickname you had given him ever since you two had gotten closer. 
You two hadn’t always been close before. Debbie and you were by far the closest, with being in the same grade and all. You and Carl hung out a lot, but it wasn’t really until he started high school when you two actually hung out one-on-one. He had come to you for relationship advice when he was dating this one girl, Dominique, who turned out to be a horrible person. You two have since bonded about your past, failed relationships, and how shitty life is. 
Since getting closer with him, you had kind of developed a little crush on him. He had always been cute, but when puberty hit him, he became really hot, really quick. You never showed any other feelings for him than platonic, though. You didn’t want to deal with all the drama that it would bring between you and your families. 
“Stop eye-fucking each other, please,” Debbie groaned, walking away from you two.
You rolled your eyes, “Like you should talk. Every guy you meet you imagine sleeping with them.”
“Not true!” Debbie defended herself. 
“Yeah, right. That’s why you have a baby,” Carl joked. 
“You guys are so mean,” Debbie muttered. 
“That one was pretty mean, but at least it didn’t come from me,” you smiled. 
“Yeah, it came from the asshole who got circumcised for a girl,” Debbie laughed. 
You laughed with her, Carl rolling his eyes and blushing. He looked to you and noticed a piece of paper peeking out from your jeans. 
“What's that?” He asked and pointed.
“Oh, it’s a note that someone gave me,” you said. You took it out and gave it to Carl. He opened it and read it. 
“This is nice,” he said. 
“Yeah, it’s pretty cute,” you agreed. He handed you the note back. “Who do you think it is?”
“I don’t know, honestly. I’m kind of thinking it’s a joke, so I wanna wait till I get another one,” you said, folding it back into your pocket. 
“I think it’s Dean Kepner,” Debbie stated.  You rolled your eyes, “Yeah, you're the only one.”
“Is that the popular football guy? In your grade?” Carl asked. 
“Yep. He’s so hot,” Debbie sighed dreamily. 
“I don’t think so,” you stated.
Carl looked at you and nodded. “Yeah, I heard he does hard drugs.”
“Yeah, another reason why I don’t fuck with him. I mean, I have a beer every other night, but never am I gonna do drugs. That shit messes you up,” you sighed. 
“Yeah, we know. We had Monica as our mother,” Debbie said. 
You chuckled, walking over to your car. You got in the driver seat, Carl sitting in the passengers. Debbie usually sat there, but since she has a baby, you told her it wasn’t safe to put Franny in the passenger seat, especially since if the even of an accident, the airbag goes off and hurts Franny. 
You drove to daycare, humming songs from the radio while doing so. While you were driving, Carl couldn’t help but stare between your face and the note in your pocket. You didn’t know, but the person who wrote you the note was him. 
Carl was usually pretty confident and outgoing. All of his family like that. You had to do that to survive the South Side. But when it came to you, he was like jello. He didn’t know how to act, speak, whether he could look at you two seconds longer than normal. You never noticed his behaviour change, though. To you, he was always quiet and low-key. He was thankful that he never questioned why he was so quiet around you, especially since he was a loud, annoying kid when he was younger. 
With these notes, he would be able to say what he was afraid to say to your face. He didn’t want to face rejection, especially by the pretty senior girl that had lived next to him since the day he was born. It would be awkward if you did reject him, so he just kept quiet until maybe he worked up the courage to ask you out depending on wether you liked the notes or not. 
You parked in a handicap parking spot. “Alright, one of you wanna go and help me get Ames and Jems?” You asked. 
“Carl, can you do it, I wanna stay with Franny,” Debbie said.
“Yeah, sure,” Carl nodded. He got out of the car with you, walking into the daycare. 
You walked up to front desk. “Hi, I’m here for Amy and Jemma Ball. I'm their older sister, Y/n,” you said.
“Alright, can I see ID?” The woman asked. 
You nodded and got your wallet out of your back pocket. You handed her your ID. She handed it back to you. 
“Alright, go ahead and head in,” she said.
“Thank you,” you smiled. 
She hummed a ‘you’re welcome’ as you and Carl went into the play room. 
“Why do you have to give her your ID?” Carl asked. 
“I think it’s because she’s new, and also I didn’t drop them off this morning. They wanna make sure no one kidnaps children,” you explained. 
Carl nodded. “Ah, makes sense.”
“Yeah, the usual woman here, Julie, moved to Florida. She always gave me and the girls a mint when we left, and never asked for my ID,” you said.
“Wow, she sounds cool,” Carl said. 
“Yep, she was,” you smiled. 
You walked into the room, spotting Jemma and Amy immediately. They spotted you two, smiling and running up to you. 
“Hi, babes!” You exclaimed, crouching down and catching them in your arms. 
“Hi, Y/n!” They both squealed. 
“Ready to go home?” You asked. 
They both nodded. 
“Alright. Let me go get your stuff, hang out with Uncle Carl for a few minutes, okay?” You said. 
“Okay,” Jemma said.
You walked over to their cubby, grabbing their baby bags. You went back over to Carl, taking a hold of both of the girls’s hands. 
“Let’s go, babes,” you said. 
“I’m hungry!” Amy exclaimed. 
“I’ll get you a snack when we get home, alright?” You asked. 
Amy nodded, smiling excitedly. You smiled at her, looking up to see Carl opening the door for you. 
“Thanks,” you smiled at him. 
“No problem,” he nodded and followed behind you. You put the girls in the backseat with Debbie, unloading their bags in the trunk. You got in the front seat, starting the car. 
“Do you want to be dropped off at your house or stay with us at my place?” You asked Carl. 
“I'll hang with you guys,” Carl said. 
You nodded, “Sounds good.”
You drove back home, parking the car on the side. You unlocked the front door, immediately dropping all the bags you had. You slumped on the couch, taking a breather. 
“Can we have a snack?” Jemma asked. 
“Oh, yeah, right,” you said, getting up. “You guys want some fruit snacks?” “Yeah!” Amy exclaimed. 
You nodded, going to the pantry and getting two packs of fruit snacks for each of them. You led them back to the couch, turning on the tv. 
“Watch TV with Franny, okay? Sissy has to do homework,” you said. 
The twins nodded, looking at Paw Patrol, which was what was playing. You went to the kitchen table, unloading your backpack. 
“You’re really good at taking care of them,” Carl said, sitting next to you. 
You smiled, “Thanks. Mom and Dad do a lot, but since they are a little older and so am I, they let me have more responsibility. They have to work and stuff to make sure we can afford everything. I’d like to say I’m an expert at taking care of Amy and Jemma.”
Carl chuckled, “Yeah, I couldn’t imagine taking care of a kid.”
“Well, you have been taking care of Liam since he was born, right?” You asked. 
Carl shrugged, “I guess.”
“Taking care of kids is easy if you like them,” you shrugged. 
“Makes sense,” he said.
You hummed. 
“So, are you waiting for another note?” Carl asked. 
“Hm, kind of, yeah. I would be lying if I didn’t say I hoped this will turn into some cute, romantic love story with someone,” you chuckled. 
Carl blushed a little, focusing on his own homework. “Yeah, that’d be nice. 
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“Yeah, Mom, I got it. No problem, see you later,” you said, hanging up the call. You sighed, walking slowly to your locker. 
Your mom had just called you to come to the Alibi to help out since business was buzzing. Word was, Frank was up to one of his schemes again and got the Alibi full and drunk. You couldn’t wait to deal with perky, 50 year-old men catcalling you. You were wearing a sweatshirt, too, which you knew would make it worse since the men always would try to have you take it off, and never stopped pushing. Luckily, you had pepper spray with you at all times so if someone ever got too much, you wouldn’t hesitate to spray them. 
You opened your locker, putting away a few binders when you noticed another note. You grabbed it, unfolding it with a hint of excitement. You would be lying if you said you hadn't been looking forward to this all day. 
You opened the note, smiling widely as its contents. 
Dear Y/n,
Your makeup looks amazing today. You’re really talented with the eyeliner and stuff. Oh, and your lipstick matches really well with your outfit, too.
From,  Secret Admirer
“Another note, huh?” Debbie said, approaching you. 
You smiled and nodded. “Yep.”
“What's that?” Carl asked. 
“Another note from Y/n’s admirer,” Debbie smiled. 
Carl flushed a little. “Oh.”
“Yeah,” you smiled. “I hope this is for real. I want to meet this person.”
“Maybe you will,” Carl said. You looked to him, a worried expression settling on your face. 
“You okay, C-Dog?” You asked. 
“Yeah. I’m gonna catch the bus. See you guys later,” he said, walking off quickly. 
You furrowed your brows. “What's got his dick in a twist?”
“I have no idea. Maybe he likes you,” Debbie smirked. 
Your heart fluttered a little at the thought of him liking you. Debbie knew you liked Carl, so maybe she was fucking with you, but you had to ask to be sure. 
“Does he?” 
“I think,” Debbie said. 
“Oh,” you muttered. “Cool,” you smiled. 
You weren’t going to confront him just yet, but you prayed to God your secret admirer was Carl. 
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“Hey, there’s something for you in the mail,” Veronica said. 
You furrowed your brows. “Who’s it from?”
“It doesn’t have a name,” Veronica said, hanging you an envelope. “It just has your name on it.”
“Huh,” you said, taking the envelope. You tore it open, your eyes widening as you saw another note it in. 
“What is it?” Kevin asked. 
“A note,” you said. “From my secret admirer.”
“You have a secret admirer! Wow,” Kevin said. 
“Yeah,” you chuckled. You sat on the couch, opening the note. 
Dear Y/n,
I thought you looked really pretty today. I hope you don’t find it weird I mailed this to your house, I actually live close to you, so I saw you crossing the street today. Anyways, I just thought I would let you know you look pretty. 
From, 
Secret Admirer
You found yourself giggling, setting the note down. Even though you were flattered, you found it a little weird this person knew where you lived, even if they supposedly lived near. You didn’t know why they couldn’t just tell you all these things in person. 
“What does it say?” Veronica asked.
“The note calls me pretty,” you said, putting it back in its envelope. 
“Hm, well, whoever this is isn’t wrong,” Veronica grinned. “Do you have any idea who it is?”
You sighed, “Nope. It says they live close to me, though.”
“Maybe it’s one of the Gallagher’s,” Kevin suggested. 
Your eyes went wide, remembering what Debbie had said to a few days ago when you got the second note. You shook your head, though. Carl was out with his friends right now, you had just left his house, too, and there was no sign of him. 
“Nah, no offence to them, none of them are this romantic or anything. Well, except Ian, but he’s gay,” you said. 
“Maybe ask about it, though? All of our other neighbours are old men, and that does not look like old man handwriting,” Veronica said. 
“Maybe I will. I mean, Debbie said Carl liked me, and when I got the second note, Carl was acting all weird and shit,” you said.
Veronica eyes widened. “Carl?”
“Yeah,” you said. “I don’t care if it's him, though, it'd be kind of weird.”
Veronica sat down on the couch next to you. “You like him, don’t you?”
“Kind of,” you said sheepishly. 
“Well, I think you should ask him about it. If he says no, then don’t mention your feelings for him. If he says yes the notes are from him, then confess,” Veronica said.
“Should I do that?” You asked. 
“I think so, baby. Carl’s a good kid, especially with you around. I wouldn’t have a problem with you two dating.”
You smiled, “Thanks, Mom. I’ll go to his place tomorrow.”
“My baby is about to get a boyfriend!” Kevin whooped. “If he hurts you, I will kill him.”
You chuckled, “Thanks, Dad.”
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You walked into the Gallagher’s house, spotting Fiona in the kitchen.
“Hey, Fi,” you smiled. 
“Hey, Y/n! Are you here fo Debbie? She went out,” Fiona said.
“No, actually. I’m here for Carl,” you said.
“Oh, okay. Well, he’s upstairs,” Fiona said.
“Thanks, Fi,” you smiled and made your way up to Carl’s room. You saw that the door was wide open.
You went in, not seeing Carl anywhere.
Where is he? You thought.
You went around his room, walking around the room. His room was ridiculously messy. Clothes everywhere, food and plates all over the dresser, weird liquid on the floor. You chuckled to yourself as you had to step over the puddle. 
“Boys are horrific,” you muttered to yourself. 
You went to the desk, sitting down in the desk chair. You looked around on the desk, seeing court date papers, old homework, and cigarette boxes. As you looked more to your right, something had caught your eye. There was a paper with your name on it on the back. 
You picked it up hesitantly, slowly unfolding it. Your eyes widened as you saw the words “Dear Y/n”. You knew you shouldn't, but you went ahead and read it anyways. You just wanted to make sure you were correct of your suspicions. 
Dear Y/n,
After these few weeks, I have decided to try and be brave and go up to ask you out. I think you’re really pretty and you’re so funny and nice. I’ve liked you since I started high school, and even if I get rejected, I know I would regret not trying to ask you out. So, I was wondering if you wanted to go on a date?
From, 
Secret Admirer, aka Carl (Gallagher)
“Y/n?” You snapped your head back, seeing Carl in a towel. Your eyes quickly ran past his chest, seeing the toned muscles in his arms and stomach. You eyes went up to his face, lingering on his lips. You then went up to his eyes, seeing them wide and filled with wonder. 
“Sorry, I’ll, uh, go,” you muttered and stood up, leaving the note on the desk. 
“What?” Carl asked. He was beyond confused, but when he saw you and the note, he put the pieces together. As you went to walk out of his room, he grabbed your arm, pulling you back gently so you two were face-to-face.  
“Did read the note?” He asked.
You looked up at him sheepishly, “Yeah, I’m sorry for invading your privacy.”
Carl sighed, “It’s alright. I’m, uh, sorry if I wasn't who you were expecting or anything. I know I’m probably not the person you like or anything, but I just wanted to try and see if you liked me. Ian and Lip said that was a cute idea, the notes.”
Your eyes lit up with he voiced his concerns. Your lips upturned into a smile, your eyes staring into his. 
“Carl, I like you, too,” you said. 
Carl’s eyes widened. “Wha-what?”
You took his hands in yours. “It was a cute idea. And I’ve liked you for the last 3 years, too. I was hoping it was you, actually.”
Carl blushed, a big smile appearing on his face. “Really?” “Yep,” you nodded. 
“Awesome!” Carl chuckled. “So, do you want to go on a date with me?”
“Yeah, I’d love to,” you smiled. 
“Cool,” he smiled. “Well, I need to get dressed. You can stay and watch if you want,” he smirked. 
You giggled at his words. “Don’t mind if I do.”
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A fluffy 'Dean WinchesterXTrans!Male' Reader one-shot where you had come out to Dean, and Dean decided he's going to do everything he can to support you.
“So,” Dean began. His heart was pounding. He rather be facing any number of ghosts and ghouls to avoid fucking this part up. Hell, he’d even take a few demons over this. Anything over these tense emotional moments. Still, he was glued to the bed, hand holding yours. He loved you. He wasn’t going to let anything get in the way of helping you.
“Y-yeah?” You stumbled over your words. You had no idea how your boyfriend was going to handle the news. Tears were threatening to fall over your cheeks as you kept your eyes glued to the floor.
Dean swallowed. Dammit, his brother mentioned something like this in the past. Why couldn’t he remember now? “Well in that case, I suppose we better get you some comfier clothes. C’mon.” He stood up, offering his hand to you. Looking up, you saw that same smile dance across his lips, the same smile you fell in love with. “Wouldn’t want my boyfriend to be uncomfortable.”
Your heart skipped a beat as you jumped into his arms, relief and love washing over you. Dean just chuckled, quietly as he shifted to wrap his arms around you, squeezing you against him. “Thanks Dean
Thank you so much.”
“Of course. You have a different name you like to be called now?”
“Y/N now- I uh, kinda picked it out when I realized I just-”
“Y/N is perfect babe.” His lips left a light little peck at your nose. “C’mon. Sammy’s with Bobby looking for another job, let’s take the day to get you feeling as good as possible, hm? I just had that great poker payout-”
“I thought that was for silver bullets-”
“Pshh. I can win another game or too.” Dean went to smile, but it quickly drooped into a frown. “Your clothes...do they make you feel-” He tried to find the right word.
“Dysphoric? Well I mean a bit. I didn’t exactly have time to choose great clothes when I ran off with you Dean.” Before you could even finish your sentence, Dean was digging through his duffle.
“I was going to drop them off somewhere, they feel a little small.” Dean grinned, poking his head back up. In his hands were an AC/DC shirt and an old pair of jeans. He even pulled out his spare hunting boots. “Might not be the most practical all the time, but we’ll get you some stuff today.”
You tried not to cry once again.
Few minutes later, you found yourself wrapped up in your boyfriend's clothes, in the passenger seat of the car. AC/DC rang out through the speakers. You couldn’t help but smile.
“You...really don’t mind Dean?”
“Mind? Why the hell would I mind?”
“Well you were into me as a-”
“I am into you, period.” Dean smiled a little. “Masculine, feminine, It makes no difference to me. You are still you. So, clothes we’re doing. Not half assed Walmart clothes either, we’re gonna get you some good hunting gear.” You couldn’t help but chuckle a little at that. “Masculine fake IDs from now on, easy enough. Anything else you need?”
“At the moment, I’m not sure...I kinda like what Sam does with his hair so I don’t think I’ll cut it off yet. It isn’t as long as his at the moment anyway.” You giggled at the scrunch in Dean’s nose at the mention of his brother.
“Cute guy with a ponytail never hurts either. Ah. Here’s the shop.”
“Dean this is a mall-”
“Yeah, sporting goods, including guns, bullets, as well as various clothing stores to get you what you need. Plus crowds to blend into. Malls are great Y/N.” He turned into the parking lot, picking a spot somewhere in the middle. “Plus, the impala doesn’t stick out too much here.”
Dean slipped out of his side, opening the door for you before you were even unbuckled. His calloused hand still felt tender as it grasped yours tightly, pulling you towards the store.
Your boyfriend was right after all. The crowds were seamless and the selection would be much greater.
“I’m thinking, we hit the sporting goods store, get some food and supplies. Take our time with it. Then just meet up with Sam and Bobby for the job, sound good Y/N?”
“Sounds perfect Dean.” Your smile was glued to your face as you leaned against his arm walking into the shop Dean had picked. “Is this where you got all your flannels and things?”
“Most of em, yeah. Why? You like that one?” He winked as he saw your cheeks turn a little pink. Sure, you loved the flannel. It made you feel more you, it also smelled like the man you loved more than anything.
“Well it’s nice and warm and-” You tripped over your words again. “Just really nice hunting clothes ya know? Like durable enough you have some protection, it’s also warm enough for nights but I can always open it ya know.”
“Great. So a couple flannels. Some jeans that won’t trip you up. Shirts.” Dean guided you to the clothing area of the store, whipping out his cellphone.
“Dean? Something the matter?” He doesn’t often look at his screen with that much concentration.
“Nope. I was just looking at a size chart.” He matched his screen to a couple of the tags. “These your colors?” He held out some forest green flannel and a black shirt.
“To start with, yeah! Although lighter colors are still nice. I don’t want anything thinking I’m your little brother if I match your style.”
“My style is functional and timeless. Plus, if I had a nickel for everyone who thought Sam and I should-” He scowled as you laughed. You couldn’t help but pick up those books when you saw them. Plus, as prank wars broke out it definitely gave you an upper hand.
“Alright, I concede your style is wonderful Dean.”
“Damn right it is.” He smiled a little. “But I get it, c’mon. Let’s walk around and see what catches your eye.”
The two of you scoured the store from top to bottom. Dean’s arms quickly became laden with fabric as you both approached the fitting rooms.
“Find everything you need sir, and-?” The guy in charge of the rooms spoke.
“Sir.” You introjected. Your heart rate spiked a little. Dean’s hand rested on your shoulder as he nodded to the cashier, as if confirming what you said.
“Of course, right this way. Here is your room, sir.” Without batting an eye the cashier escorted you back to try on your new wardrobe.
“Give 'em hell babe!” Dean called after you, taking his seat. He fiddled with his phone. Sam had finally convinced him to upgrade, and this one had a camera on it.
Quickly, pulse racing, you put on the first outfit of clothes, and slipped outside to model for Dean. Your nerves subsided when met with that goofy grin of his, and you couldn’t help but match it.
“You look amazing.”
“I feel amazing.”
“Wanna try more?” Dean snapped a photo. “That’s gonna be my new cell wallpaper.” You stuck your tongue out to him, a look he cheekily returned.
You went through this a few more times. Different mixed and matched outfits and hunting gear. Dean flirting with you every time you slipped into his sight. Soon you had a week's worth of clothes, with some extras to wear during a wash. Eventually you made it towards the food court, carrying the bags. You both went immediately to the burger stand and sat down.
“Fucck~” Dean’s eyes were closed in bliss. “I forgot how amazing these burgers were.”
“God we ate at gas stations so much I had forgotten food could be juicy.” You were devouring your burger as ravenous as Dean was. Oblivious to the look he was giving you.
Dean just smiled, chewing as he looked at you. It had only been a few months since you were traveling with him. Demon blooded kid like Sammy, you wanted to be able to help. Truthfully you were thankful they accepted.
Dean sometimes kicks himself at night for almost saying no. He had fallen for you, hard, the first time you rode in the back of the car. The way your eyes lit up as his own music started to play. The way you got along with Sam. He had fallen hard. You were perfect in his eyes now as you were then.
“Dean?...” Your voice was quiet, head against the window. After eating Dean had loaded you and your new things into the impala before starting to make your guy’s way to Bobby's place.
The excitement of the day had driven your eyelids to a close by this point. The soft rumblings of the engine were lulling you to sleep. Dean’s hand found yours once more, with a gentle squeeze.
“Yeah babe?”
“I love you Dean
”
“I love you too Y/N.” His words were the last things you heard before finally succumbing to sleep.
Dean drove on, hand never leaving yours. He had found the best boyfriend in the world, and he intended to keep things that way.
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Adoption Papers
Rating: Gen, General Audiences
Part 2 of Camila is Hunter’s Mom Now
Camila officially adopts Hunter and Vee
Might be a little hard to explain where they came from, though.
Direct Sequel to “Another Shot at Life”
Ao3
“What’s a social security?”
“What do you mean an ID?”
“Why do we have to do a bunch of paperwork to live here? Luz just lived in Eda’s house for months!”
Camila pinched the bridge of her nose. “Things work differently here than in the Boiling Isles. And if the two of you don’t want me to get arrested for kidnapping, we have to fill out paperwork, and I have to officially adopt you.”
Vee sniffed the papers. “But I’ve already been living here!”
“Yeah, pretending to be me,” Luz reminded her, “Gonna be a liiiiiitle hard to explain why there’s two of us.”
Hunter squinted at the documents. “I used to do paperwork for the coven. But I have no idea what any of this says.” It was all a lot of technical stuff—with a lot of words he didn’t know the meaning of.
Camila sighed. “I’ve filled out most of it, but
 we’re going to need to explain where the two of you came from. And ‘wandered in from another dimension’ isn’t something I think we can tell people.”
Luz bounced up. “Ooo! I’ve got it!” She waved a hand. “Vee is my twin sister, separated at birth!”
“Luz, sweetie, the hospital records will say otherwise.”
“Okay, okay, how abooooout
 we say that Vee was a home birth, maybe a year younger than me, but Dad took her away with him when he left, and we assumed he’d do all of the registry, but apparently he didn’t? What are they going to do, track him down and ask him? They haven’t managed that yet. We can say that Vee ran away and came home to us.”
“That might work. What about Hunter?”
Luz grinned at him. “We found him living feral in the woods, he was raised by a pack of wolves.”
Hunter stuck his tongue out at her.
“Yeaaah
 I don’t think that one’s gonna fly.”
“How about we tell them the truth?” Vee asked, “We say he ran away from a bad situation, and we’ve been taking care of him.”
“What if they start investigating? They’ll ask him questions, definitely, and if they try to figure out who his family is-!”
Luz jumped up and down. “Oooooo, tell them your horrible family chased you, and tried to push you off of a cliff, but they slipped and fell off and died!”
Hunter felt sick. “Pass.”
“Let’s stick to something simple. You and your
 uncle
 traveled, didn’t have a home, and you slipped away one day. You were camping out in the old abandoned house to hide, Vee found you there and brought you home, and you’ve been living with us ever since.”
“What if they try to figure out who his family is?” Vee asked, “I mean, uncle sounds a lot like he might have just kidnapped him.”
Hunter shrugged. “I’ll tell them my whole family was already dead. Freak boating accident, bodies never found. They were recluses, no one noticed they were missing. I’ll say uhhhhhhhh, I don’t remember their names, because I was a kid, and my uncle never told me our last name.”
Luz squinted at him. “What is your last name?”
“No idea.”
Camila sighed. “This is getting complicated. What if they start trying to figure out where your family lived?”
“Mexico,” Luz said immediately, “But Hunter was born over the border.”
“Does he look Mexican to you?”
“Okay, fine, Canada, whatever!”
“Let’s just
 keep it simple, okay, Luz? Hunter, what do you think? This is your story, you have to be able to tell it.”
His story. Okay, who did he want to be? “I think
 I think Vee’s idea is good,” he said slowly, “Ran away—I’ll just say he was my uncle. And we were homeless, so there’s nowhere they could track him down to. Even if they DO start looking for my birth family, it’s not like they can actually pull anything up, because I’m not from here. Okay. So, I ran away, made my way to Gravesfield, camped out in the abandoned house for a bit, then Vee found me, uhhhhh
”
“A week ago,” Vee offered.
“Okay, yeah, a week ago.”
“And if they ask for details about your uncle?”
“I’ll just talk about Belos. It’s not like they can find him.”
Camila nodded. “Okay! The closest adoption agency is out of town, but I already scheduled an appointment for tomorrow. First hurdle, guys!”
“First?” Hunter echoed.
“Oh, yeah, we have to get the two of you enrolled in school—”
“School?!”
Luz laughed. “Ohhhhhhh, you’re gonna hate it, Mr. Prodigy.”
“I don’t need school!”
“Yeah? Do you know how to do algebra? How about chemistry? Physics?”
“No?” Hunter looked to Luz. “Those are fake, right?”
She shook her head. “Unfortunately, they’re all very real.”
“I don’t need those.”
“We’ll discuss it later,” Camila interrupted, “For now, let’s just
 focus on the adoption, okay?”
She looked
 nervous. Which made Hunter nervous.
“What
 what happens if they don’t believe me?”
Camila rubbed the back of her head. “I
 I don’t know, mijo. If they dig deeper, I
 but it will be fine.”
Still, Hunter didn’t sleep that night, his mind running through every possible way that this could go wrong. The next morning, when they loaded up in the car, he could see dark circles under Camila’s eyes, too. It did not make him feel better.
Hunter tossed his palisman gently out the window before they set off, the bird fluttering around his head. “You can’t come with us. Stay here and protect the house, okay?”
The bird chirped in affirmation, flapping back to sit on the roof.
Vee fell back asleep, leaning against him, and he resisted the urge to shake her awake and demand to know how she could possibly not be worried about this.
Hunter hadn’t ever gone outside of Gravesfield, and it was hitting him just now how
 huge
 the human realm was. He watched countryside flash by outside the car window, and even still, they didn’t seem to be getting anywhere.
And then buildings loomed in front of him, huge and imposing. Hunter pressed his face against the window. “Is this the capital of the human realm?”
“Ha. No. We’re not even in the capital of Connecticut.”
“Seriously?!”
Hunter watched the streets go by. This world was enormous, and he wasn’t entirely sure how to feel about it.
They had the key on this side, and since he was here, Belos was down one coven head—hypothetically, his uncle couldn’t complete his day of unity plans. But if he did, or if he managed to get back through, somehow

Hunter was almost confident that this world was big enough for him to hide in.
They pulled up to an office building, and Camila took a deep breath. “Okay. Here goes nothing. Come on, kids.”
They all followed behind her into the building, and Camila approached the desk. “Hiiii. I’m Camila Noceda, I have an appointment about a couple of adoptions?”
The desk attendant glanced behind her at the three of them. “Down the hall, first door on the right. Right on time.”
Camila gave the attendant a nod. Hunter and Vee both crowded close to her as they filed into the office. “Hello?”
The woman at the desk looked like she hadn’t slept in a week, a thermos on a table covered in papers. “Hey. Paperwork.”
Camila tentatively handed her the packet, and she disappeared into a back room, coming back out after about ten minutes.
“So, neither of these kids is in the system?”
Camila shook her head. “Neither.”
The woman squinted at Vee. “Certainly looks like your other daughter. Why didn’t you report her father taking her?”
“We
 we were separating. We thought he’d already filed everything.”
A grunt. “Alright. You. Other one. Hunter. C’mere.”
Hunter looked to Camila, and she gave him a little nod. He followed the woman into the other room, where she read over his form again. “Tell me about your uncle.”
“What? Why?”
“We need to see if we can find him.”
Hunter’s blood chilled. “I’m not going back!”
“Hey, it’s okay. We need to find him because we just don’t know enough about you—not even your last name. So we need your uncle for more information.”
“You won’t find him.”
“Uh-huh. Let us try, at least. Physical description?”
Hunter sighed. “Tall. Blond but greying, long hair, blue eyes. Old.” Face creeping with slime, occasionally turns into a puddle of goop, can’t miss him.
“His name?”
“Belos.”
“There’s one you don’t hear every day. Last name?”
“Dunno.”
“Right. Of course not. Where was the last place you saw him?”
“I don’t know.”
The woman sighed. “You’ve got to work with me, here.”
“Why?”
“Because this whole adoption will go a lot more smoothly. Where was the last place you saw him?”
“I don’t know.”
“Okay. Fine. How long ago did you see him?”
Hunter struggled to remember. Kind of hard to tell when he didn’t know how much time he’d lost falling down into a cursed prison of darkness.
But according to Luz, that had only been for a couple of hours, even if it had felt like forever.
“Two weeks,” he said softly.
Two weeks since he’d been rescued. Two weeks since the worst time of his life.
“And you
 ran away?”
“Yeah.”
“Can you explain why?”
Hunter shuddered. “Because I was miserable.”
“Specifically?”
“I don’t want to talk about it.”
“We can’t take you away from your uncle if he wasn’t a bad parent, Hunter. If we don’t have any indication he did anything wrong, then he can reclaim you any time he likes, and we are obligated to try to find him and return you to him. I understand that it may be painful to talk about it, but we cannot proceed without information about your past life.”
“Fine,” Hunter snapped, “He hurt me, and he locked me up, and he made me run errands for him and would punish me if I failed, happy?”
A slight pause. “What kind of errands?”
Hunting down palisman so he could drain them of their magic. “Uh
 picking up medicine for him.”
“Medicine? What kind?”
“I don’t know.”
“You don’t know?”
“I just picked it up. I didn’t ask questions, it wasn’t encouraged.”
“But you ran away, ended up in Gravesfield, where Camila found you a week ago?”
“Yeah.”
“Okay. Wait outside, send Camila in.”
Hunter shuffled out. “She wants you.”
Camila nodded, disappearing into the other room, closing the door behind her. Vee nudged him. “Are you okay?”
“She was asking about Belos.”
“I’m sorry,” Luz said softly.
Hunter paced back and forth. “What do you think they’re talking about?” He crept closer to the door, pressing his ear to the door.
“Hunter,” Vee hissed, “Get away from there, it’s rude!”
“I want to know what they’re saying,” he hissed back, “Shhhh!”
He pressed his ear to the door again. The voices were faint, but he could make out what they were saying.
“Obviously, if Vee is your biological daughter, there isn’t any reason for us to keep her from you. I don’t think there will be any difficulty with the transition. But Hunter
 Ms. Noceda, you may be rushing into more than you can handle.”
“What do you mean?”
“You don’t know him well. We don’t know where he came from, or what he’s done.”
“What he’s done?”
“He’s a liar, ma’am, you wrote that he was homeless, but he claimed his uncle would lock him up. Those two aren’t exactly compatible. He very obviously isn’t telling us everything—and I suspect he may have been part of a drug delivery system without knowledge. If I can believe him that he didn’t know what his uncle’s ‘medicine’ was.”
“Okay, well, let’s just say that I am really, really, really determined to adopt him anyway.”
“I’m really advising you not to. Let us get him into the system, foster him out, see how he does before you go all in on adopting him. He might not even be separated from his uncle—they might be planning to rob or hurt you and your family.”
“Hunter,” Camila thundered, “is not going to hurt us. And I don’t think it’s a good idea to foster him out.”
Hunter pulled back from the door, feeling sick. “Luz, what’s fostering?”
Her face paled. “It’s
 it’s when they sort of send you out to different families to take care of you.”
“I don’t want to go to a different family!”
“You won’t,” Luz soothed, “Mom won’t let them take you away. And you can just run away if they do.”
Hunter started to pace, his chest getting tight. “I can’t start running away here, too! That’ll just make all of the adoption stuff harder, right?”
Vee grabbed his hand. “Hunter. Look at me.”
He did, the fingers of his free hand tapping restlessly on the side of his leg.
Vee gave his hand a squeeze. “It’s going to be okay,” she said firmly, “We aren’t going to leave you behind. Promise.”
He took a deep breath. “Okay.”
“Good. Now sit down, and just think about other stuff. Like school.”
“I don’t want to go to school.”
“I’ll teach you algebra,” Vee promised, “They had a whole course on it at summer camp—it’s not so bad. And I’ll introduce you to my friends, too. You’ll be a couple grades older than us, but that’s okay.”
Luz bounced up. “Speaking of school, Hunter, is there any chance I can borrow Red? I know we’re worried about using the portal, but Eda and Amity and King and Gus and Willow will all be so worried about me!”
“Use your little
” Hunter clicked his fingers in the air. “Your little yellow thing.”
“My—you think that will work between dimensions?”
He shrugged. “Worth a shot. Might as well try before we open the portal and risk Belos getting in.” Hunter tapped his fingers against the chair. “If there’s natural titan’s blood veins in the Boiling Isles, then there’s a place here where it connects, right?”
“Right. That’s how Phillip—he wrote the diary I was using to figure out my portal—got into the demon realm in the first place.”
“So we might not need the key portal if we can find a place on this side where the worlds intersect.” Hunter’s stomach roiled. “Except that if we can do that, that means Belos has another way to get blood.”
“If I can just get in contact with Eda, she might be able to figure out my portal and then we don’t have to—”
The door to the other room burst open. Camila grinned, her hands behind her back. “Okay, Vee, Hunter, close your eyes, and hold out your hands!”
Vee did what she said, and Hunter followed suit, a little more hesitantly. Something paper settled in his hand. “Okay, open your eyes now.”
Hunter blinked at the paper in his hand.
Hunter Noceda.
Vee bounced up and down. “We did it!”
“They’re still finalizing everything—social security, birth certificates, all of that will take a bit more time. But you two are legally part of the family and under my care, now!”
Hunter Noceda.
The words felt
 odd, in his head. But a good kind of odd.
Luz slung her arms around Vee and Hunter’s necks. “Whoo! Two new siblings! I didn’t use to have
 well, any! I mean, I had you, but legally!” She shook Hunter slightly. “See? Nothing to worry about, I told you Mom could handle it!”
“Hunter Noceda.” He had a last name, now. A family name. “Vee Noceda.” It felt more natural to say her name—but then, she’d already seemed to be part of the family.
Luz cackled with glee. “Aha! You know what that means? Now the two of you have to wear ugly sweaters for family Christmas card pictures!”
“Ugly sweaters?” Vee questioned
“Christ-mas?” Hunter echoed.
“Ehehehe. Welcome to the Noceda family. You two have a lot of family tradition to catch up on.”
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Fire in His Eyes
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pairing: kuroo tetsurou x fem!reader
warnings: alcohol, swearing, dom!kuroo, fireman!au haikyuu, smut, unprotected sex, shower sex, mirror sex, dirty talk, fluff 
word count: 5,193
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Synopsis: Kuroo is a fire fighter and your best friend. When your apartment building catches fire and burns up, Kuroo offers to let you stay at his place until you’ve found a new apartment.
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The background music in the small bar could be heard while other people were chatting away and making conversation. You were sat in between one work colleague and your best friend who you have known since you were a kid: Kuroo Tetsurou.
A laugh escaped his lips as he speaks to one of his friends from work. The way his eyes close and his mouth opens, and he throws his head back, in pure bliss. A smile forms on your lips as you take a sip of your drink. Pulling the straw into your mouth and sipping, feeling the sweet mix of liquor and soda hit your tongue and throat.
Just as you set your glass down on the table you feel Kuroo’s arms around your shoulder pulling you towards him. You let out squeak as he did that which made him chuckle. The faint smell of his body wash hits your nose, but also the sweet smell of his body sweat.
“Kuroo, let me go!”
“What why? I need my cuddle bear,” he chuckles again and hugs you tighter towards his own body. Your front is pressed to his side as he holds you in place or trying to. You’re a wiggling mess trying to break free from his hold on you.
“Kuroo- I- Let me go!” Your palms press against his rock-solid body and push away making him release you. Your hair got a little ruffled and you give the tall man at your side a pout.
“Aw c’mon princess, don’t give me that pout.” Princess. The nickname he has called you since you were kids. Ever since the both of you used to play prince and princess with Kenma being the bad guy.
“You’re an ass, Kuroo.”
“A sexy ass, right?”
You just roll your eyes at his comment and he smirks at you while taking a sip of his beer. The glass bottle reaching his lips as he takes a chug, and you watch as his thick throat moves as he swallows. You bite the inside of your cheek and take a sip of your drink as well, trying to contain your “innocent” thoughts of Kuroo Tetsurou.
You had always had an attraction for the tall, black-haired man and the fact that he decided to become a fire fighter didn’t make it any easier for you.
The amount of times you had seen him work out with the boys, especially Bokuto didn’t make it easy on you. The man himself was well built and he knew it. Everybody knew it. He often had a girl on his arm and for tonight at this little get together you could see the many women ogling at him, wanting some of him and the thought alone of Kuroo leaving the bar with another woman makes you anxious, jealous, and sad. Sad that you can’t have him that way.
“Oi, earth to (y/n).”
“Hmm? What?”
“Are you alright?”
“I’m fine, tired. I think I’m just gonna head home early.” Kuroo watches as you stand up and start gathering your stuff, which isn’t a lot. It’s a small handbag and your coat.
“I’ll walk you home,” he offers himself and stands up, his tall frame standing by your side as he chugs the rest of his beer down and picks up his phone and wallet that’s left on the table. “Let’s go.”
You both say your goodbyes and exit the bar, Kuroo’s body close to yours as he guides you with one of his hands on your lower back.
Once outside, his hand doesn’t leave your back until you both stop near the traffic light, waiting for it to turn green so you can cross over. There’s silence surrounding both of you, neither of you talking. The sound of the light turning green makes you perch your head up and walk ahead, Kuroo following suit. Once over the very well trafficked road you turn right, towards your apartment.
“You’re quiet.” Turning your head, you see Kuroo watching you, his eyes scanning you as if he’s trying to read you.
“J-Just tired.”
“I don’t buy it, but if you wanna talk I’m here,” he smiles, and you return it. The walk to your apartment goes by fast, way too fast for your liking. You both stop at the entrance to your apartment building, turning around to say goodbye to Kuroo.
“Thanks for keeping me company, you didn’t have to.”
“I wanted to. I don’t get to see you pretty and lame face that often anymore.”
“So mean,” you pout again and turn to open the door.
“Kidding, I’m kidding,” he laughs. “I have the next weekend off, wanna hang at my place? Kenma is coming over too.”
“Wait, Kenma is back?”
“He arrives Thursday night.”
“Oh, cool. I’ll make sure to be available.”
“Good. Goodnight (y/n).”
“Goodnight Kuroo.” He turns and walks away. You stand and watch as he walks away, missing his presence already. Wanting to spend time with him, but also not. Being in love with your best friend is awful.
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The sound of something beeping wakes you up from your slumber, the smell of smoke filling up your nostrils. You open your eyes to your dark bedroom; still half asleep you turn on the light on your bedside table. Sitting up on the bed you head to the living room and then to the small, narrow hallway. The smell of smoke is getting stronger and you stark coughing. As you reach your front door, your right hand goes to grab the door handle but soon pull back as it’s burning hot.
What’s going on? you ask yourself and touch your wooden door, feeling it burning hot too. Then it all clicks; the building is on fire.
Shit, shit, shit, shit, what do I do? What can I do? I’m on the 8th floor. Is what’s going through your head. You then remember Kuroo’s words, what he taught you in case a fire were ever to happen. You start pounding on the door, yelling for help. The smoke was getting heavier, you could feel your lungs working hard getting oxygen. You could feel your energy slowly disappearing and your thought becoming more and more foggy. You back away from the door, your back against the wall as you slowly slide down and sit on the floor. Closing your eyes, you, fearing what might happen.
Kuroo, please save me.
“(Y/N)!!!!” A voice screams, or are you imagining things?
“(Y/N)!!!!” This time you perch your head up and look towards your door, just in time for it to break down and a familiar face pops up.
“K-Kuroo?” You cough and he looks serious, and angry.
“Are you okay?”
“Yeah,” another cough. “I’m fine.”
“You don’t sound fine. Damnit, why did you stop yelling?”
“Y-You heard me?”
“Of course, I heard you princess, come here. Quickly!” You try to stand up, but your legs give out. Kuroo is quick to catch you in his arms. “God, I am so mad at you right now.”
You stay quiet as you curl your arms around his neck and nuzzle your face into his chest. He hugs your body close to his as he carries you bridal style out of your apartment. The smoke is heavy, and you start to cough some more, your eyes watering from the smoke burning in your eyes.
“Hold on, we’ll be outside soon,” Kuroo explains. Suddenly, there’s a cracking sound and a loud thud. Kuroo wobbles a little but continues to carry you until you reach outside. Fresh air fills your lungs and you pull your head away from Kuroo’s chest and are met with the sight blue and red lights. Fire trucks, ambulance, police, a lot of people in uniforms as they patrol the area.
Kuroo walks you towards an ambulance that is the closest to the two of you and sets you down on the ramp of the ambulance. His body pulls away from yours, and you already miss the warmth from him. You’re only wearing a thin tank top and some short pajama shorts and it being a cold summer night made you freeze, your arms wrapping around your body.
“S’cuse me, do you have a blanket for her?” You hear Kuroo ask one of the ambulance nurses and soon there’s a blanket wrapped around your freezing body. You hug it tightly to your body as Kuroo walks away and talks to what looks like his squad captain. You see Bokuto there as well. Kuroo then takes off his helmet and ruffles his hair. The sight of his crazy bed head always brings a smile to your face.
You can see how there’s a discussion between the three men, Kuroo nods his head a couple of times and points towards your apartment building, or what was your apartment.
Oh shit, all of my stuff. My phone, my ID, my wallet, my laptop. Everything is gone.
You slowly start to panic, but not for too long as a nurse starts to check up on you. How you’re oxygenating, pulse, blood pressure, respiratory rate, temperature, and then some questions. Everything turns out to be normal and the nurse lets you go. You stand up with the blanket still around you and start to walk closer to your burnt down apartment building, only then noticing that you’re barefoot.
“(y/n)?” You turn around and are immediately embraced by strong arms, the familiar scent filling your nostrils. You take a step back to look at your savior only to be met by strong, angry yet mesmerizing gaze.
“You are so lucky you’re alive. God woman you could’ve died. I thought you had already gotten out of the building.”
“I-I’m sorry.” Kuroo embraces you once again and holds you close, his chin on your head. You can feel and hear his heartbeat through his thick uniform, adrenaline pumping through his veins.
“I’m glad that you’re safe. Have you already been checked you out by a nurse?”
“Y-Yeah. They checked me a minute ago. Everything was normal so I’m good to
 Oh god, Kuroo my building is gone. Where the hell am I gonna live? I have no money to pay for a hotel or- “
“Whoa, okay take a deep breath (y/n). You can stay at my place.”
“I-I can. Really?” You feel yourself calm down, knowing Kuroo is offering his home to you for a couple of days, at least.
“Sure. You can pay the rent later,” he smirks, and you roll your eyes, but smile.
“Thank you.”
“No worries princess. I’ll drop you off at my place and then I need to head back to the station to work out some stuff, I’ll be home later.”
“Okay.”
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“Oh, you’re still up?” Two hours had gone by as Kuroo finally returns. He’s wearing a pair of black slacks and a black tee.
“Yeah, couldn’t sleep,” you answer him as you’re cuddled up on the sofa watching the news on his TV. Kuroo’s long legs carry him towards you and takes a seat beside you on the sofa. You immediately get butterflies in your stomach.
“Do you want to take a shower?”
“No. I’m too tired for that.”
“Alright, well I’m gonna take one. I smell like smoke and sweat.”
“Yeah you do, I could smell your stank all the way from the elevator,” you smirk and can see Kuroo raise an eyebrow at you and then his lips form into a smirk too.
“Watch it, or I might force you into the shower with me.”
“You wouldn’t.” At those words, Kuroo suddenly has your body over his shoulder and is carrying you towards his bathroom. “Kuroo, oh my god I was kidding. Let me go.”
“You started this, now you’re gonna get it.”
“No, no, no, no. Please. Let me go.”
“I don’t think so.” Kuroo continues walking away from the living room until his feet arrive in his big bathroom, with a big shower. Glass walls covering a big space for the big shower, it could easily fit two people which made you more eager to get down and away from both him and the room.
You start to wiggle more but his grasp on you is firm; he is not letting you go.
“Kuroo. Okay, I’m sorry. I was only joking. You don’t stink, you smell nice actually. Just- NO! KUROO! AAAAAAH!” Kuroo has thrown you into the shower and started the big shower head, cold water pouring on you, hitting your head and then running all the way down to your shoulders, chest and further down.
Your hands immediately go to cover your body as you try to get away from the water. Kuroo’s tall frame is making it hard for you to escape, and he is laughing at you now.
“Kuroo.” You say his name sternly, but he doesn’t budge. He stops laughing and smirks at you. His eyes slowly trailing down your body. Kuroo watches as you tremble from the cold, he can see your nipples peeking through the thin material of your tank, your arms pushing your breast slightly upwards as you try to warm yourself up.
Kuroo gulps as he watches your body shake, his eyes fixated on your breasts. He turns around and walks to his sink. You watch as he opens the cabinet underneath the sink and start pulling out a big fluffy white towel. You just stand still and watch his back muscles work as he gathers yet another towel and places them on the sink as he stands straight again.
Kuroo turns and you lock gazes. The temperature in the shower has turned warm and you’re no longer covering your body. You’re watching him, he is watching you.
“Fuck this,” you hear him say underneath his breath and walks into the shower and pushes your body against the cold tiles making your back arch. His lips crash against yours, his tongue quickly invading your mouth. His large hands gripping your shoulders, his long fingers digging into your skin.
“Kuroo,” you moan against his lips, them never leaving yours. Your head spinning from all the endorphins that are flooding your system. Both of your eyes closed, tongues dancing with each other; feeling, loving, tasting.
Your hands grip his now wet shirt while his hands have moved to your waist, his soft hands holding you in place, as if he’s afraid that if he lets go, you’ll disappear. His lips then decide to pull back and you open your eyes to gaze into his hazel orbs; they’re darker than usual. Kuroo’s eyes have always had some light in them, but tonight, they’re different.
His forehead goes down until you can feel it make contact with your shoulder.
“Kuroo- “
“I want you. Fuck I want you so bad. I’ve wanted you for years and now that you’re wet and almost naked in front of my I can’t control myself,” he confesses and all you can do it stand still and listen, feeling like everything you’ve ever wanted is in front of you and now, finally you can grasp it.
Placing both hands on Kuroo’s wet chest, feeling his hard and solid chest underneath the wet material that’s hugging his body.
“Don’t hold back.” Just as you finish this sentence, his hands quickly tear your tank into pieces and squeezed both of your breasts in his palms. His mouth is back on yours in a second and you throw your arms around his neck. Pulling him closer to you, making him press both of his palms between your head, keeping you caged.
But he composes himself quickly and pulls back but only to throw his wet shirt off him. You scan his beautiful and well sculptured body and drink him in, just this makes your pussy throb for him.
The wet shirt lands on a pile next to your torn tank. Kuroo’s large hands palms your face, his lips crashing onto yours once again.
The now warm water is crashing against your head, drenching your hair further. Your whole body is wet, a pool of wetness has formed in your panties from the small action of kissing Kuroo.
His lips start to kiss their way down, stopping at your chest to give your breasts some attention. His tongue circling around your nipples, making you throw your head back and moan. Fisting a handful of his wet locks in your hands.
His lips continue their way down, his index and middle fingers grab the waistband of your pajama bottoms and drag them down your legs, along with your panties, throwing them to the large pile of wet clothes that has formed outside the shower.
He stands up and throws off his slacks and briefs in one go. His semi-hard cock slaps against his lower abdomen, your eyes locked on his member that has made an entrance.
“My eyes are up here princess,” the nickname he always used on you hits different now when you’re both naked in front of each other. It feels more intimate and you love it.
You pull your lower lip in between your teeth, biting down on it as you look up and meet his gaze. His eyes are watching yours, his hazel eyes filled with lust, his mind has only one thing on his mind and that is having his hard cock in-between your folds.
Kuroo takes two steps forward and now he’s in front of you, you’re eyeing his chest, but he lowers his upper body, so his face is right in front of yours.
“Be a good girl and do as I say princess.”
“O-Okay.” Kuroo lowers himself so he’s on his knees, right in front of your private parts. You feel slightly ashamed and try to cover yourself but Kuroo slaps your hands away.
“Don’t. I’m about to have my meal, don’t interrupt me princess.” With your back against the wall of his big shower, he grabs your left leg, his hands on your thigh as he throws it over his right shoulder. You lose balance for a second but regain it quickly by grabbing onto his hair.
“Hold on tight,” he throws your right leg over his other shoulder and holds your weight up with his shoulders. This makes you let out a squeal, but you are quickly silenced as his lips wrap themselves around your clit. You let out a moan and look ahead of you and to your surprise you see the both of you in his bathroom mirror that almost cover his whole bathroom wall.
You see Kuroo sucking on your clit in the mirror, his tongue leaps out now and then and flicks on it. The length of his tongue even going so far back and start to flick on your opening.
“Oh, Kuroo,” you moan. You tilt your head down and see him watching you as he continues to suck on your sensitive bud. He pulls back slightly and then spits on your clit.
“You taste so good princess,” and his mouth and tongue’s back on your cunt, sucking up all your juices. “So sweet. I’m hungry for more and I’m just getting started.”
“Fu- Kuroo. I- Shit.” His tongue licks you up and down your slit. He stops when he after some time reaches your clit and with the tip of his tongue, starts flicking it fast.
Still having all of your weight on his shoulders, he pushes his index finger inside your folds, and you can’t help but clamp around him. He adds another finger and starts thrusting them with an even tempo. His lips sucks on your bud and you feel the pressure in your abdomen increase. You’re fisting two handfuls of his hair in your palms, eyes closed, head tilted back and your back arches as you feel yourself come closer and closer to a release.
“Cum for me princess. Cum all over my tongue.” You open your eyes and look into the mirror and watch yourself cum, making a lewd face. You cum all over his tongue, filling his taste buds with your juices and Kuroo drinks you all up.
The water has made his hair all damp, it falls over his face as he stands up straight. Your legs barely holding you up after the orgasm you just experienced. He pushes his hair back and smirks at you, his hazels looking at you as he sucks the rest of your juices from his fingers.
“You taste fucking delicious,” he speaks. His voice hoarse and raw. “C’mere.” You step forward until you’re in front of him. He grabs your left arm and pulls you forward until you crash against his naked chest and his lips are instantly on yours, capturing and captivating you. You can taste yourself on his tongue and lips.
He holds you in his arms as he turns you around and starts walking forward, making you walk in reverse. You crash against something cold; he turns you around and you see that he has led you to the sink. Your back is against his front, he is holding your shoulders in place. He lowers his face close to your ear, and softly speaks: “Did you like watching yourself cum in the mirror princess?”
His words make your whole-body shudder and you can’t help but moan. You love this man with your whole mind, body and soul and would do anything for him, and you’d let him do anything to you at this moment.
“I’m gonna fuck you in front of this mirror and you’re gonna watch me, my cock thrust inside that tight cunt of yours.”
“Mhm, Kuroo please.”
“Please what, kitten?” This new nickname has shivers covering your body and you groan, wanting his cock inside you.
“Please, I want your cock, Tetsurou.”
“Fuck (y/n),” Kuroo groans and hitches your right leg up, flashing your private parts to the mirror. “Watch as I fuck you.”
From behind Kuroo fists his cock in his palm, centers the head of his cock between your folds and lubricates both you and him with your juices.
“Kuroo, just fuck-oh!” Without warning he pushes his length inside you. His cock is big, he’s bigger that what you thought. There’s a slight burning sensation as he stretches your walls. He has stopped his motions, waiting for you to get used to his size before he starts moving.
Kuroo’s other arm goes around your body and towards your face, turning it so you’re facing him. His eyes are lust filled and he leaves a soft kiss on your lips.
“You’re so tight princess,” he grunts.
He slowly thrusts out of you only for his hips to collide back with your ass, the friction of his hips hitting your bare skin making a loud smacking noise to echo in his big bathroom. The feeling of his large cock going in and out of you has you whimpering; you want more.
“Look into the mirror and watch as my cock pushes in and out of your beautiful cunt.” His cock is sliding in and out of your folds so easily. You turn your face forward and look at your crotch and see the way he is thrusting his erect member inside of you. Your cheeks are heating up with embarrassment, you feel exposed but still there’s something intriguing with watching someone, and that someone being Kuroo fuck you in front of a mirror this way.
His right arm hitches your leg up higher, opening you up wider. His left hand goes up towards your face and holds your jaw in place. Your eyes scan his face in the mirror, he’s watching you. The pleasure in your expression as you feel him fucking you like you’ve never been fucked before. You let your gaze settle where the two of you connect and you see his cock, covered in white cream.
“You’re so wet (y/n), fuck. It’s like your cunt is pulling me inside you, like a vortex.”
“K-Kuroo, fuck me harder.” His hips still and he watches your face in the mirror, covered with your lewd expression. To Kuroo, you look like a horny slut that needs to be roughly fucked. Kuroo has never seen you look like this before and it’s killing him from the inside. Just watching your face has his cock twitching in excitement.
“Oh?” His cocky smirk erupts, and he placed your leg down, your warm foot making contact with the cold floor. “Bend over.”
Bending over and arching your back you hear his breath hitch at your action. He’s drinking in your nakedness. His eyes are looking at your cunt, where his cock is buried deep inside you and he can see and feel how you’re clamping around his shaft.
“Fuck princess, you look so sexy like this. Bent over with my cock deep inside of you.” His hands grab your hips as thrusts hard into you. You watch him in the mirror, his mouth slightly open, eyes closed and the two veins popping out from his neck. His pecks glistening from the water and sweat that has formed and you could just cum from the sight that you’re beholding.
His nails dig into your hips as he thrusts harder into your cunt, his cock filling you all the way. He doesn’t give you time to adjust to the new position that he has you in, he is devouring your cunt with his large cock and Kuroo doesn’t care either, he is completely drunk on the pleasure from fucking you. He’s ramming into you from behind, he’s no gentlemen.
“Shit princess,” he moans, throwing his head back. His hips slamming into yours, you watch him in the mirror. Your tits bouncing, your mouth open as loud moans escape. One of his arms goes to palm your breast as his other goes to grab a hold of your wet hair, pulling it back, exposing your throat to the mirror.
“Next time I fuck you, I’m gonna fuck that pretty throat of yours.”
“Mhm, please.”
“Look at you princess, begging for my cock like a whore,” he grunts as he continues to ram into you like a wild animal. Your eyes are watering from all the pleasure you’re receiving. You close your eyes for a second, drowning in the way he’s fucking you. He’s hitting your g-spot so delicately and you can feel the pressure in your abdomen returning.
“Eyes on me kitten. Oh fuck, I wanna watch you cum,” his palm collides with your ass, giving it a hard smack. You open your eyes and lock eyes with him, his hazels are watching your (y/e/c)’s. His eyes hardly concentrating on yours and he quicken his pace, his hips slapping and hitting yours hard and you see his muscles twitching and flexing.
“Cum kitten, Cum for me, fuck cum!”
“T-Tetsurou,” you moan out loudly. Your arms going forward to grip the sink, to help you with your balance as your legs starts to shake and you can feel your muscles giving up, but Kuroo is fast to hold your hips in place with his arms as he leans closer to you, his front against your back as his hips still thrusts into you.
“I-I’m gonna cum (y/n).”
“Cum inside me Kuroo.”
“F-Fuck princess I- I’m cumming. FUCK!” Kuroo’s hips still and he grunts and moans in your ear as he cums and you join him. Your eyes rolling to the back of your head as you yell out his name. His cock is twitching inside of your cunt, he’s milking you with his seed. Your legs are shaking, and you feel like you’re gonna fall.
“I gotchu princess,” his voice comes out softly.
“Are you sure?”
“Yeah, I’m not letting you go,” he places a soft kiss on your cheek and then trails down to your neck.
“Now or in general?”
“Now and in general stupid,” he bites down on your shoulder and it makes you squeal and giggle. Kuroo laughs at your reaction and pulls away. “Can you stand?”
“Yeah, I think so.”
Kuroo pulls out of you and grabs the nearest towel he can find and starts to clean you up, a smirk on his face. He doesn’t need to say anything for you to know what he is thinking.
A blush creeps up on your cheeks and you watch him throw the towel into the washing bin. He grabs your hand and leads you out of the bathroom, turning off the lights. You reach his bedroom and he turn on the lights, a king size bed in the middle of his room.
Kuroo lets go of your hand and walks to his closet. He grabs a black tee and two pair of briefs. He turns around and walks to where you’re still standing and gives you the tee and a pair of briefs.
“I know you don’t like sleeping naked so here, put them on,” he smiles softly and takes the other pair of briefs and pulls them up his legs.
“Thanks,” pulling on the tee and briefs you let out a breath you’ve been holding, it turns into a yawn and you feel exhausted.
“Let’s sleep princess.”
“Okay.” Kuroo pulls away the duvet and takes the right side of his bed, climbing in. You do the same on the other side. You settle in bed and see him reach for a button on his side of the bed, turning the lights off making the room pitch black.
Minutes pass and there’s an awkward tension in the room. Neither Kuroo nor you have spoken about what happened in the bathroom, but you remember his words that keep echoing in your head: I want you. Fuck I want you so bad. I’ve wanted you for years and now that you’re wet and almost naked in front of my I can’t control myself.
Kuroo has wanted you for years, he confessed to you and he still doesn’t know you feel the same.
“I have loved you since we were 15,” you finally confess, your eyes watching the ceiling. “I still do.”
Kuroo’s head quickly turns to watch you, the light from outside illuminating your soft skin, especially your beautiful face that he can’t keep his eyes off. He is watching you with adoring eyes, his chest feeling heavy and his belly fluttering from your confession.
“I have never loved someone as much as I love you Kuroo. My heart is yours if you’ll have me.” This time you turn your head to watch him. His expression hard to read.
He turns his body towards you and with one arm pulls you towards him, your faces only inches apart.
“I love you too (y/n),” he kisses you softly and you welcome it. “I’ll have you in any way I can have you. You’re mine now princess.”
“I am yours Tetsurou. Please take care of me.”
“I already did, or do you want more?”
“You know what I mean dumbass,” you giggle and feel happy and content. The fire in his eyes burning with passion and love for you.
You’ve found your prince and him his princess, for real this time.
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fluffywings13 · 3 years ago
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Insurance
Izuku sneaks up behind the hero while he’s busy playing with the other kids, creeping along as silent as the night, careful not to make too much movement lest his feather’s pick up on the vibrations, breathing slow and steady to keep them from picking up on the sound of each inhale and exhale, and cautiously reaches into the man’s coat pocket. Little fingers curl around a soft thick glove, and he carefully pulls it out, hugging it to his chest, he turns and creeps away, tip toeing through the day room until he’s safely hidden in the hall before he darts down the rest of the hall and slides on his socks as he rounds the banister sharply, and runs up the stairs.
The seven year old slides down onto his knees inside his room, pulling a loose floor board up, and sets the glove inside with the rest of his collection. Gloves, two hero ID’s, feathers, and a visor. This was his insurance, he liked it when Hawks came to visit, he spent time with him too, the quirkless freak that no mommy and daddy wanted and got left at the childrens home while all his other companions got adopted out.
He’s not upset about it anymore. He’s used to it. Sometimes life just wasn’t fair.
Izuku knows stealing was wrong, but he likes Hawks visits, he likes when he’ll sit down and color with him, or read with him, or play games with him, or talk about heroes with him, or tells him stories about the villains he’s fought.
Taking his things was his insurance, he knows the man knows that his things are being taken, and he knows the man knows his things are being taken by someone in the childrens home, and if he knew his things were being taken by someone here then he’d have to keep coming back until he figured out who it was and got his stuff ba— “So you’re the one that’s always nabbing my stuff.”
The greenette squeaks and jumps, turning quickly, and squeaks again, pushing himself back when he comes face to face with Hawks, the man grins at him, squatting just behind him. “I—I’m sorry! I—I—I just wanted y—you to keep coming back! A—And if your s—stuff was here and you kn—knew it was here th—then you’d h—have to keep coming b—back!”
“Relax, lil nestling.” The blonde hero ruffles his curls. “I’m not upset at you. You got a lot of goods in there, little sticky fingers, took me a minute to figure out my things were disappearing after I left from here.”
Izuku takes a minute to steady his breathing. “Y—You’re not mad that I—I’ve been taking your st—stuff?”
“Nope, if anything, I’m impressed.” Hawks reaches into his little hidey hole to pull out his collection of pilfered goods. “Let’s see, you got six of my gloves, at least a dozen of my feathers, two of my IDs—” the winged man spares him a glance. “How’d you get your mitts on my wallet, pull out my hero ID, and put my wallet back in my pocket without me knowing, little mister, not once, but twice?” He smiles when the boy giggles softly. “And one of my visors. That’s impressive, hatchling, especially the IDs and the visor, how you got the IDs without me noticing is a mystery I’m going to dedicate eighty-nine percent of my time trying to solve, and I always push my visor up on my head.” The seven year old watches with wide eyes as the hero places all his things back in his hidey hole and places the floor board back over them.
Izuku yelps when the man suddenly straightens and he’s yanked up off the floor by the hand, tugged up into the man’s arms, and Keigo grins at him. “I’m not upset that you’ve been taking my stuff, but as a grownup, I still gotta punish you for stealing, because that’s a no-no.”
He gulps. “W—What’re you gonna d—do?”
Izuku leans in when the hero leans in, as though to share a secret between them, and Keigo whispers soft and smooth in his ear. “For this offense, I think I’m going to have to call on the tickle monster for help.” The seven year old shrieks with giggles at the mention of said tickle monster, squirming in the man’s arms already, not the tickle monster, anything but the tickle monster. “And, the tickle monster is suuuper hungry today.” Izuku shrieks with more giggles at the notion of a hungry tickle monster. “You know what that means, don’t you, he’s gonna eat you right up, those ribs, and that tummy, and those toes, eat’em all up. He might even have some of those armpits as dessert, never know what kind of mood he’s in, he’s suuuper hungry, never know how much he might eat when he’s suuuper hungry.” Keigo smiles at the youth’s bright giggling and leans forward to press their foreheads together. “I got an offer for you after the tickle monster leaves. Do you wanna hear it now or after the tickle monsters visit?”
The seven year old bites back on his giggling, but can’t stop himself, the mere mention of the mean tickle monster alone makes him giggle. “Now!”
“Okay,” the hero leans in further to brush their noses together. “I’ve been looking for a little nestling of my own for a short while now, time for this big bird to settle down, get himself a little cutie bird, start himself a small flock. I found this adorable little cutie bird with an extra tickly little chubby tummy that the tickle monster loves to play with. Fluffy green curls, a little button nose perfect to press kisses onto, and little sticky fingers. Do you know where he might be, I wanna take him home with me when I leave in a little bit.”
Izuku bites his lip. “Am I the little cutie bird?”
Keigo hums lightly. “Well now, I’ve been looking, but I know of only one cutie bird with an extra tickly little chubby tummy and fluffy green curls.” He pecks the seven year olds nose fondly. “You’re coming home with me, little one, this papa bird found the baby cutie bird he’s been looking for.”
“Really?” The green haired child whispers hopefully. “You wanna be my daddy, for real, you mean it?”
“Well, I prefer papa bird.” The hero teases softly. “You know me and my bird puns. But daddy works too.”
“Wow.” Izuku whispers softly, his eyes glistening as they fill with tears, and the avian man coos soothingly. “I’m getting a daddy. I always hoped I’d get a mommy or a daddy, I didn’t need both, one was enough and everyone always said no mommy or daddy would want someone like me. But I’m getting a daddy.”
“You sure are.” The blonde whisper back just as softly. “And a daddy who loves you very, very much too. If no one else sees how much of an amazing, wonderful, fun little nestling you are, that’s their loss, and my gain.” Keigo nuzzles the boy affectionately. “But, we can’t leave until the tickle monsters thoroughly punished you for stealing from his best friend.”
That brings them back to the task at hand, and Izuku giggles wildly as the hero steps forward, climbing up onto his bed on his knees, their foreheads still pressed together, and he giggles harder when a hand cradles the back of his head protectively as he’s lowered down onto his bed. “Dahahahaddy! Nohohoho tihihihickle mohohohonster!” (Daddy! No tickle monster!)
“I can’t stop him, little one.” He lowers himself to lay over the seven year old’s legs. “The tickle monster comes to punish all the little sticky fingered nestlings that steal from his favorite bird friend.” The greenette bats at his hands as he slowly pushes his grey t-shirt up, he manages to get it where he wants it, and catches those little hands mid-bat. “I think the tickle monster’s going to start with dessert today.” Izuku giggles harder when the hero slowly lowers himself towards his right armpit, Keigo’s large hands curled around his wrists, holding his arms up above his head. “Mmm smells like peaches. Guess what?”
“Whahahat?” (What?)
There’s a brief pause. “The tickle monster loves peaches.” And the boy squeals brightly when the hero buries his face in his armpit, drilling his heels into his mattress when the man starts nibbling playfully, squealing with laughter as he shakes his head. “Mmmm that’s so yummy.” Keigo pulls away from his armpit and his squealing cackles fade back into boisterous giggles. “I think I might need a bit more of those peaches.”
“Nohohoho! Dahahahahahaaddyyy! Nohohohoho! Plehehehehehease! Ihihihihihihi’m sohohohohorry!” (No! Daddy! No! Please! I’m sorry!) Izuku shakes his head when his new daddy glances at him. “I think I need a bit more.” And squeals when he buries his face back into his armpit. “Eeiieaiaiahahahahahahahahahaha aahahahahahahahahahahahahaa dahahahahhahahaaddyyyy! Nohohhohohoho ehehehehahahaaating! Nohohohoho muhuhuhuunchies! Eeieiaiaahahahahahahahahahaa ahahahahahahheehehahaiaiaaiahahahahahahahahahaaa!” (daddy! No eating! No munchies!) He throws his head from side to side when the hero turns his head and starts nibbling again. “Eeieieiaaahahahahahahhahahahaa aahahahahahahahahahhaahhaahaa dahahahahahaaddyyyyy! Nohohohoho mohhohohohohore! Nohohohoho mohohohohoore muhuhuhunchies! Eieieiaaahhahahahahahahahahahahaa aahhahahahahahaahhaahahahaahaa!” (Daddy! No more! No more munchies!)
“Yummm.” The hero hums as he pulls away from his right armpit, Izuku giggles feverishly, arching to the side when the winged man leans over to the other side. “Lets see if these peaches are just as yummy.” He squeals again when the hero buries his face in his other armpit scratching at his new daddy’s hand with his fingers desperately, the seven year old shakes his head again as he cackles. “Mmmm those are some yummy peaches.” Keigo pulls the boy’s arms down as he moves down himself. “Look at these tender ribs, they look so yummy too, maybe just a little bite, just a little one.”
Izuku squeals when the man buries his face in his left ribs, nibbling and munching playfully, rubbing his face in torturously. “Eeieiaiaiaahhaahhahahahahahaha aahahahahahahahahahahahahahaa dahahahahhahahahahaaddyyy nohohohohohohoho eieieaiaiaahahahahahahahhaahahahaa nohohohoho muhuuhuhuhuhuhunchihihihihiies! Aahahahhahahhahahahahaahhaa aaahahahahahahahhahahahahhhaahahhaaa eieieaiaahahahahahahhahahahahahahaa aaahahhahahahahahahahahahahaha nohohohohohoo dahahahahahahhahaaaddyyy!” (Daddy no! No munchies! No daddy!) The young boy cackles when the hero turns his head and munches down the length of his ribs, arching his side as he munches on the backend of his ribs, squirming and squealing with laughter when he munches back around again. “Dahahahahahahhaaddyyyy! Eeieiiaiaiaahahahahahahahhahahahahahaha aahhahahahahahahahahahahahahaa nohohohohoho muhuhuhuhuhunchies! Nohohohohohoho! Eieieaiaiaahhahahahahahahahahaha aaahahahahahahhahahahaha! Dahahahhahahaaddyyyy plehehehheheaaahhahahahhahahahase! Ihihihihihihi’m sohohohohorryyyy! Eieiaiahahahahahahahahaha aahahahahahahahhahahaa aaaahahahahahahhahahahahahahahahhaa dahahahahahaddyyy!” (Daddy! No munchies! No! Daddy please! I’m sorry! Daddy!)
“Mmmm, these ribs are real nice.” Keigo rubs his nose over the boy’s lowest rib and chuckles softly when he shrieks. “Maybe just one more bite.”
“No! Nohohoho! Nohohoho muhuhuhunchies!” (No! No munchies!) Izuku tugs on his arms desperately, squealing when the hero slowly dips his head, shaking his head frantically the closer he gets to his ribs. “Nohohoho dahahahahahhaaddyyyy nohohohoho nohohohoho muhuhuhunchies! Eeiaiaiahahahahahahahahha ahahahahahhahahahahahahahaha aaahahahahhahahahahhahahahaha dahahahahahaaddyyyyy eieaiaiahahahhahahahahahahaahhahahaa! Nohohohohohohoo dahahahahhaaddyyyy! Eieiaiaiaahahahahahahahahahaa aaahhhaheeheieiaeaiahahhahahahahahahahahahaha nohhohohoho plehehehehehehease nohohohoho muhuhuhunchies!” (No daddy no no munchies! Daddy! No daddy! No please no munchies!)
“Those ribs are simply delicious.” Keigo lifts his head and smiles at the giggly child under him “The tickle monster’s starting to get full, does he have enough room in his belly for some of this yummy looking tummy here?”
The greenette giggles wildly and shakes his head, tugging on his hands, curling them around his tummy when the man let’s them go. “No! No tummy! No daddy! No tummy munchies! I’m sorry! I’ll never take your stuff again!”
Chuckling softly, the hero rests up on his elbows, pecking the seven year old on the nose. “You took the tickle monsters things, he wants something back, what’ve you got to trade with him?”
Izuku leans up and curls his arms around the man’s neck, pecking his cheek adorably. “I love you daddy tickle monster.”
“Aw, well now, no tickle monster worth their salt can turn that down.” He turns his head slightly to kiss the boy’s cheek, curling his fingers around the boy’s ribs, he lifts himself with one strong beat of his wings, pulling the child up with him. “Hows about the tickle monster and his little cutie bird head on home. A nice warm bubble baths got your name on it. Might even find some toys waiting for us there too.”
“You mean it?” The little boy rests their foreheads together. “You still wanna be my daddy?”
“Cutie bird,” he brushes their noses together. “I’m never gonna stop wanting to be your daddy.” Keigo smiles softly and the seven year old slowly returns said soft smile with one of his own. “Ready to go home cutie bird?”
Izuku nods slightly. “Ready to go home daddy.”
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sunnysviolin · 4 years ago
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I myself love the idea of transmasc nb Basil. one of the things that really stuck with me is how on the nose his name is. like, Id get it if other people had on the nose names but their names are pretty normal (like Mari, Kel, Aubrey...) and then just... plant boy with plant name. feels like he picked it on purpose to me!! what do u think???
Nonnie your creative genius! It inspires me. Now consider the only other character that goes by a funny weirdly specific nickname......Hero. Run with me  dear sweet nonnie, this ends up being a little bit of a roundabout way to get back to Basil 
So we get the in canon reasoning of the hero sandwich, but yk what? I reject canon when I feel like it!! Or rather I do a soft retcon of canon. Also I only use he/him pronouns for Hero here to alleviate confusion but in reality they would probably be using she/her pronouns for him. Skip to the next set of bullets if you only want Basil (I probably should make these each their own post but whatever)
Mari and Hero have known each other their entire lives. They were born in the same year and their mothers are best friends. They’ve never known a time they didn’t have one another. So Mari is the only one in their group to really remember how Hero was before he transitioned
Hero’s birth name is Aurora (I really like to remind people that trans people don’t need to pick a name that’s anywhere near their birth name. There’s this thing in media where trans people only pick a name that’s like the masculinized/feminized version of their birth name. If that’s your journey then power to you and I love you for it. No judgement whatsoever because we all choose the name we feel destined for, but I want to share other journeys as well!!! My name is nothing like my birth name! purposefully!!) His mom thinks it’s very pretty and perfect for her eldest daughter 
Hero...disagrees. He disagrees with a lot of it, but most of it he doesn’t know how to put into words
The other kids sometimes tease him and call him Sleeping Beauty. It’s always meant as a joke, but he gets really upset by it. His teachers tell him it’s not meant to hurt him, but it does.
He’s six when he tells Mari that he doesn’t like his name. He can’t really tell her why (because he isn’t even sure why. It’s a nice name) but it doesn’t feel like it belongs to him. He tells Mari while they’re sitting at lunch
He feels small and fragile when he hears his name. Like he’s a princess who belongs in a tower waiting for someone to save her. He doesn’t want to be Sleeping Beauty. He doesn’t want to be that. He wants to feel strong. He wants his name to make him feel good.
Mari doesn’t understand the fullness of it yet, but she does see how upset her best friend is. So naturally her mind is racing to come up with a solution. Then she finds one. 
“Aurora is the princess right? Well then let’s make you the Hero! You can be Phillip”
Phillip doesn’t feel right either....but something in it does
“Hero,” He tries it out on his tongue, and it rolls off in the way that Aurora never did. He says it again, unable to hold back a happy burst of laughter. 
It feels right. Nothing ever felt right like this. Like putting on a pair of comfy slippers after only wearing too small shoes his whole life. Mari seems absurdly pleased with herself as well. She vows that no one is going to call him anything else. He’s too happy
That afternoon though as they’re walking home with their moms, she corrects Hero’s mother and tells her not to call him Aurora anymore. Everyone stops and asks her why, and Hero is next to her looking scared. So Mari panicks
“Because of all the sandwiches. Hero brings a hero sandwich every day, and I think that he might turn into one.”
The mothers think it’s a funny joke, but they’ll play along. By the time Hero comes out when hes ten, everyone has been calling him Hero for years, so no one accidentally calls him by his birthname anymore anyway. 
Okay now that HeroMari time is over, let me explain how this relates back to Transmasc Basil. I love parallels, so Mari helped to give Hero his name, and I think Sunny helped to give Basil his name. 
Basil is a nervous little bean. He isn’t really used to having friends, and he loves them all a whole lot. He’s only eleven and a half, but he already knows he never wants to lose them. They’re the best part of his life, and he wants to always be able to be there for them and never hide anything. 
But that doesn’t change how he feels inside. And he feels....not like who everyone thinks he is. Is that lying? Is it lying not to tell the others? 
Basil doesn’t know Hero is trans at this point. Aubrey doesn’t either. Hero doesn’t tell people unless he has to because he passes pretty well (and even though he’s 14/15 at this point he’s still working through some of the enforced cisgender society shit. He isn’t quite ready to be out and proud) 
So Basil thinks he might be the only person in the world who feels like this. He doesn’t have his parents to ask,  he’s too scared to tell his friend, so he just withdraws. They won’t want him once they know, so it’s better to go away now. 
Sunny is D20 perceptive though. 
Sunny waits on the stoop of Basil’s house until he comes out to talk to him. Basil is terrified, but he can’t hold it in anymore. He can’t keep this secret. 
So he blurts out that he thinks he might be a boy, but he doesn’t know. He doesn’t know what that means, and he still likes some “girly” stuff, but he doesn’t know what anything means and he doesn’t want the others to look at him and think it’s wrong. 
And Sunny is just like “oh okay”
Basil is about to have a heart attack. It can’t be that easy. Sunny just shrugs because he grew up with Hero, so he gets it. He tells Basil Hero is like him too, and they should go talk to him. But first does Basil want to be called something else? 
Basil hadn’t even considered changing his name. He wouldn’t even know what to call himself. Before he can even start to spiral about making another huge decision, Sunny sees his best friend start to go into his mind, and makes the decision for him. 
“Basil”
Basil? The other boy gives Sunny a questioning look and Sunny blushes but he keeps going. 
“Basil is a plant. You like plants. Besides didn’t you say basil means good wishes and it’s synonymous with royalty. The “King of herbs”...right? That would be good...for you”
Sunny is blushing furiously at this point, and so is Basil. He knows that he goes into long tangents about plants, and the others sometimes let their eyes glaze over during them. Sunny was listening. Sunny cared enough to remember. Basil. 
“I like it,” 
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insomniacinserts · 3 years ago
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Biology 1
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mark hunter x male reader
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A/N i hope to turn this into a series. but i am lazy and unreliable so we’ll see how this goes :) enjoy this very awkward first interaction between mark and his future bf. i will hopefully comeback and edit this someday but there shouldn't be anything too bad besides improper grammar, run on sentences, lowercase i’s,  and many many commas. but if there's anything horrific don't be afraid to point it out to me as i will correct it right away.
Descript: marks got a crush on the reader, reader wants to hang out and get to know mark while battling feelings and heteronormativity (god that's a big word) 
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The dull ache in my skull thumped harder and harder as the teacher droned on about something to do with genetics. I look to the clock and rub harshly at the bridge of my nose desperate to get the pain out of my head but reading that i still had under half an hour left of the class (according to the busted clock on the wall) only made my head pound harder, my eyes flick from the clock to the board where the teacher had turned around and was slowly drawing some diagram on the chalkboard behind him, i shake my head just as something glints out of the corner of my eye looking over my shoulder i lock eyes with a kid i had seen around school grounds from time to time, he was looking at me with a far off glint in his eye and a small hue of red covering his ears. I lifted up my hand and did a little wave to him paired with a small smile, the sun must have reflected off his glasses when he turned his head and the light caught my eye. As if someone shocked the kid he snapped back with a flinch, the blush on his ears covering over his cheeks he offered an awkward smile and ducked his head to scratch at his neck “is something more interesting than my lesson Mr. L/N?” I swiveled my head to look at the teacher “no sir. Sorry sir it won't happen again. I'm all ears'' i smiled brightly at the man as he rolled his eyes and the other classmates snickers in the background, i wait for the teacher to turn back around before risking a glance at the kid who i caught looking at me earlier to find him still in the same position; head bowed with his hand rubbing at the back of his neck.
I watched as his glasses slipped down his nose and his soft looking hand leave his neck to push them back up only after doing so did he look up, his flush was gone but when he caught my eyes again it came back full force and his eyes widened i couldn't help the small amused smile that spread on my face i could only bite the inside of my cheek to stop it from turning into a grin, the poor kid looked like a deer caught in headlights, and when he clocked the smile on my face he pursed his lips into a tight line and looked over my head to the clock, i swiftly ducked to peak at the clock as well and gathered my book and notebook as the bell rung. I was gonna talk to this kid, he was too cute not to.
I turn back around to see him taking his sweet time in gathering his stuff “last class of the day? Or do you participate in the clubs?” I got up and (hopefully) smoothly walked toward him “I'm not in any clubs.” his voice was quiet and cut off at the end “what do you do after school anyway?” he pushed past me and left the classroom subtly giving me time to follow “i usually go home” i bob my head “yeah not much to do around here without friends. You got any friends?” he shook his head tugging the strap of his bag as we got closer to what i assumed was his locker “oh no way” he flinched at my enthusiasm when we reached his locker (to be fair i didn't use my ‘inside voice’ and shouted a bit so I can't blame him) “dude sick! Its like destiny or something.” he gave me a quizzical look as i moved around him and down a few lockers “your 187. And I'm 184! See this is my locker” i waited until he was close enough to me to unlock my locker and fling it open he hummed quietly and brushed his fingers over some of the tapes i kept in my locker “you listen to the beastie boys?” he’d tugged a flashy tape out of the collection and thumbed over the colorful scribbles on the case and the clearly scrawled title “uh yeah a little, I like a lot of music” he nods and puts it back and steps away from my locker letting me close it “so you can call me Y/N and i can call you?” his face heated up “mark” he turned to walk down the hallway “so.. Mark.” he pushed his glasses up and looked over at me “you've got no friends. You're not in any clubs. You go home everyday after school. You listen to the beastie boys. I think it's safe to say I'm your friend now, don't you agree?” he bit his lip and nodded'' I guess” he smiled when I fist pumped the air “sweet! So, need a ride home, friend?” I grinned at him as the flush on his cheeks grew to a bright cherry red “uh. Ok '' I bobbed my head and skipped ahead of him to push the door open and hold it open for him “uh its that one over there, the red convertible” he nodded and clutched the straps of his backpack closer to his chest. “Common I'm not gonna kill you or anything. Get in” I opened the door for him before jumping into the driver seat, he awkwardly runs his palms over his jeans and gets into the car with his bag on his lap “so where's your place?” I started up the car and looked over to him before settling my hand behind his head on the headrest and looking over my shoulder to back out and exit the school's parking lot “uh it's just down past there. I'll tell you when we get there” i nod and flick on the radio before i can think into the sharp pang in my chest.
“Here it's here.” he points to a quaint looking house, clearly cozy but looked to be empty “parents gone?” I pull into his driveway and park the car. “Yeah, they'll be home in a bit” he gets out of the car and makes his way to the porch before stopping and looking back at  me. I smile and wave at him before going to switch the car out of park and into reverse “wait! Wait a second” he waves for me to stop and comes up to the car “turn it off” he motions to the radio and i turn it as well as the car off “something wrong?” he shakes his head “since we're friends and all. You wanna come in?” this time my face heated up, i pulled the keys out of the ignition and shoved them into my pocket before exiting the car and following him up his porch and into his house, “wow. You've got a nice place here man.” he stops awkwardly in front of me and rubs the back of his neck before making his way to the kitchen to grab two of his dad's beers from the fridge “you drink?” he holds out the can and i take it with a small smile “only on special occasions” the remark forces a flush onto his face and he leads me to a door and down some stairs “this is my room” I nod and look around occasionally thumbing at some of the boosters on his walls and running my fingers over his couch when i pass it “your room is sick man, my parents wont let me hang anything up in mine. I'm lucky they let me have the typewriter I got a while back.” he seems to perk up at the mention of a typewriter if I had half the confidence id call him cute flat out but god knows I don't want to fuck up whatever the fuck is going on right now “you write” I cracked open the beer and held it up to my lips peering at him over the edge before taking a sip “no. not really anymore. Why” he shrugs and bows his head letting his hand come up to rub at his neck I'm starting to think it was a nervous habit instead of a bashful one “I write some. My English teacher thinks I should enroll in a club. Says I've got a talent or something” I not and look at him closer, his shoulders seemed to tense and then relax as he was thinking “you should show me some” he looks up with the same expression I saw in class; his cheeks red eyes wide and eyebrows raised to his hairline “I mean. I might not write some but I do read. A lot” I finish sheepishly and shrug “you seemed to like my typewriter when I mentioned it. So I'll make you a deal.” I slowly stepped a little closer to him, testing his reaction. When he didn't back away I stepped some closer “what.” he stopped to clear his throat “what's the deal?” I grin and nod. “I'll give you two weeks.” I hold two of my fingers up failing to hold back a snicker when he looks at me confused “two weeks. To write the most extravagant thing I have ever read. And if I like it, I'll let you use my typewriter whenever you want.” I set the can down on his desk and wipe the condensation off on my jeans, he brings his hand back up to his neck and shakes his head “I don't think ill be able to write anything that good.” I huff and shake my head “not with that attitude you cant.” 
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Spaces Between Us Chapter 11: Strong
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The hardships of real life separated them six years ago, and Emma has been struggling to put that fact behind her ever since. But then, only after she’s convinced herself that she’s moved on and that her new life is enough, Killian Jones comes back.
A Captain Swan Modern AU
A/N: Oh no my hand slipped and I posted early again
This chapter was hard to write, and it might be hard to read. Some heavy stuff happens so please take care of yourself and read the warnings! As always, if you need more information, please please message me. 
***This chapter includes a scene containing descriptions of domestic violence. Please message me for more details if you need to***
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If there’s one thing Killian was not expecting when he woke up this morning, it was this. In fact, this has been the furthest thought from his mind for months. When Emma assured him that Henry is not his son, he believed her and forced himself to drop it. 
 He would gladly raise her child as his own, if she would allow him to do so. He would help them to escape her abusive husband, getting them out of the state entirely if he could, and he would act as a father figure to her boy. 
 But when she walks towards him in the hospital that afternoon, her eyes bloodshot and her face red and swollen as she cries some more, he hears the last thing he’d ever expected to hear. 
 “They want to do DNA testing,” she tells him softly, her voice croaking and rough in the aftermath of her violent sobs. “A
 a paternity test.” 
 “Emma
” he tries, but nothing else will come out. 
 “I’m sorry. The pulmonologist says there's no way this is from him being premature. It’s really bad, and he says it’s got to be genetic.”
“I know, love, but
 I just thought
” 
 She's silent for a moment, and it’s as if she doesn’t even want to try and speak. Finally, she inhales deeply and forces out her explanation. 
“The weeks before you left, we were fighting all the time. And then we would have sex to numb how much it hurt, and the whole time, I mean
 I was bad about taking my pill. And once you left I was still bad about it, but
 if I got the date of conception wrong
” 
 He nods, though he’s having trouble understanding her as the world feels blurry still. Despite his confusion, though, he runs his hands up and down along the length of her arms. “He’s still so small, though.” 
 “He was five pounds, eight ounces when he was born. Which is tiny, but Dr. Whale said that a stressful pregnancy can impact birthweight. And
 I mean, I spent my pregnancy with Walsh. I lost you.”
 Taking her hands in his, he squeezes and begs her to look into his eyes before he pulls her bottom lip from between her teeth and wipes away the tiny trace of blood left behind. “Love, are you sure about this?” 
 He watches as she begins to break again, the tears immediate and her breathing quickening until he pulls her in for a tight hug. “If this is true-- if you’re his dad-- that means I put him through this for no reason. What kind of a mother does that make me?”  
 Although he’s overcome with confusion and a difficulty accepting what seems more and more likely to be the truth, he’s also overcome with the need to comfort her. So he shushes her gently, kissing her head, and whispers, “you're the best mother in the world to him, my love. You did everything you could to protect him. If this is true, we can leave, and I'll be the best father I can to him. Together, we’ll make up for what he’s been through, I promise.” 
 “I don't want to do this to you,” she cries, and although she grips him tightly, he can feel her pulling away. “I don’t want to put you through this.” 
 “There’s nothing I want more than to be a family with you and Henry. Even if he isn’t my son, I'm going to get you out of Storybrooke and I'm going to treat him like he is.”
 She holds onto him for a while, letting her breathing even out and probably deciding whether he’s telling the truth, and he considers the weight of their situation. He never thought he would be a father. Once things ended with Emma, he thought it was over for him and that he would never move on and be happy enough to start a family with anyone else. Then, when he found her again and with a child of her own, he thought he would at least be happy enough raising someone else’s son if it meant being with her. When she so firmly and believably insisted that he did not father her son, he believed her and tried his best to move on. 
 Now that the possibility is dangled in front of him once more, he isn't sure he can survive the heartbreak of being proven wrong once again. 
 But when he thinks about the lad who has Killian’s mother’s eyes and Emma’s round cheeks and an attitude that couldn’t possibly be inherited from such a horrible man, his heart clenches in his chest and he can’t bear to not know. He can’t go through life without knowing whether this child is his. He wants him to be his so very badly. And even if he isn’t
 he may as well be.
 “What do we need to do, love?” he finally asks, giving her assurance that he’s in this with her no matter what they find out. 
 She sniffles, looking up at him with glassy red eyes and asks, “are you sure?” and he nods with firm resolve and a soft smile. She returns it and explains, “they can do a paternity test right now. I can pay for rapid results and find out in a few hours.” 
 Brushing the hair out of her face and tucking it behind her ear, he nods again and leans down to kiss her despite the fact that they're in public. They're hidden in a quiet hallway, but the possibility that anyone can walk in on them in each other’s arms is real. “I’ll pay.” 
 “Killian, no--”
 He cuts her off with another kiss, this one more heated, and then says, “I’ll pay. However the results come back, I want to be here for the lad. I’ve missed five years already, let me start making that up now.” 
 She sighs and kisses him now, holding him as close to her as she can as she cradles the back of his head in her hands. “Should we talk about what this means?” she asks softly, voice barely above a whisper in the quiet hall. 
 “All it means is that a part of me may have been with you all along. I can take comfort in that. It means I have a reason for being so fond of your son, other than him being your son. It means there’s hardly any reason for us to be apart ever again.” 
 “Aside from my potential murder,” she jests, although it feels heavier than any joke should. 
 “Hush,” he quiets. “I told you I'm not letting anything happen to you and I meant it. We’re going to get this sorted out now, alright?” She nods, her nose running along his cheek. “Now, are they going to stab me with a needle, or can they simply swab my cheek?” 
 With a snort, she asks, “what, you can handle a bunch of tattoos, but a bit of blood work is too much for you?”
 “Oy,” he argues, tickling her playfully until she giggles and buries her face in his neck. “I’ll do anything for that lad, I swear. Just
 a cheek swab is a bit less uncomfortable.” 
 “I’m sure a cheek swab would’ve been less uncomfortable than 39 hours of labor, too.” 
 “Alright,” he concedes. “Come, now. Let’s find out the level of torture I’m about to endure.” 
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 It’s hours of sitting behind the desk, torturously staring at the clock and willing it to turn to 8 pm so she can leave. Tink doesn’t deserve this shift; it’s a complete waste of a day, and hardly anything exciting has happened. One would think that the emergency department at a hospital would be more busy, but Storybrooke is a small and sleepy town. The only thing that’s happened today is a little boy getting checked in for his asthma, and if nothing transpires with what was discovered after he was admitted, it’ll feel like a wasted shift. 
 As if his ears were burning, the elevator opens to reveal something very exciting indeed: the mayor. He hurries towards her, leaning over the desk with a sense of urgency that Tink suspects is purely for attention and votes. “I’m looking for Henry Oswald,” he insists. 
 She blinks at him and cocks her head, turning to her computer for show, although she already knows what’s about to happen. “Do you have ID?” she asks when she sees the kid’s chart, concealing her smirk. 
 The mayor grumbles something about her not knowing who he is and the slightly sadistic side of her cackles. The cackling gets louder when she takes his ID and shakes her head, giving him a falsely apologetic look. “I’m sorry, sir, I can only allow family into his room.” 
 His face is nearly unreadable, but she sees the way his eyes widen threateningly when he asks, “excuse me?” in a deceptively calm tone. 
 Not falling for his playacting, she repeats, “only family is allowed in the room at this time.” 
 “I’m his father,” he insists. 
 Tink shakes her head. “Not according to his chart, sir. The name on your ID does not match the name listed here.” 
 “Let me see that.” 
 “I can’t, sir, it’s a confidential medical record. Only his parents are allowed to see his information.” 
 He slams his hands against the desk and shouts, “I’m his father! What the hell is wrong with you?!” 
 Honestly, Tink should work on her tendencies to rile people up. But when she heard about the drama with the mayor’s son not actually being the mayor’s son, she was sort of hoping this would happen. She didn’t vote for him, anyway. “Sir, I’m going to have to ask you to lower your voice and take a step back.” 
 “I’m not lowering anything until you let me see the kid!” 
 “Sir, I’ll have to have you escorted out by security,” she insists, pressing the button under her desk discretely and watching the security guards rush into the waiting area. 
 The mayor shouts in anger as he’s hauled away, threatening to sue the hospital and insisting that Tink is infringing on his rights as a father. She smiles softly at the image she saw earlier, of a small boy sleeping away in his big bed and his father diligently guarding him from his firm, uncomfortable chair. 
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 Killian wanted to go for her after finding out the truth about Henry-- the fact that Walsh isn’t his father and Killian is-- but she was terrified of leaving him alone for even a second without the protection of the sheriff, so she insisted on going. He didn’t take that lying down and made her promise to stay in the hospital where it’s safe, so when he fell asleep in the hard folding chair, she kissed his forehead and snuck out of the room and down to his car. 
 It’s strange how easily she’s been able to accept the events of the day. It started with her having a mental breakdown over her husband’s maltreatment of both herself and her son, and has evolved into her feeling a sense of completion. Things are starting to feel right. Her life is falling into place. 
 Killian is Henry’s father. 
 She can continue to stress over the fact that she was too consumed by the pain of losing him to even consider the possibility later, but for now, she focuses on getting as many of Henry’s things as she can and stashing them in Killian’s squad car before she goes back to the hospital to be with her son. Killian can bring all of his stuff to his apartment later, so that she doesn’t waste any more time being away from him or being in this damn house. 
 She smiles as she grabs his favorite stuffed animal, Mr. Quackie, and pushes it into his small backpack before reaching for his nebulizer and placing that inside as well. She grabs Goodnight Moon and his favorite copy of Henry and Mudge, and just as she’s reaching for the rest of his clothes that she has laid out on his bed, she hears the front door slam. 
 In a panic, she shoves his clothes into the duffle bag as quickly as she can and zips it up, but she isn’t sure how she’ll be able to leave the house without him knowing. The squad car is parked outside, and while she was initially worried about taking it for fear of Killian getting into trouble, she’s glad she has it now. Maybe if he thinks the Sheriff is here, he won’t do anything. Maybe she can climb out the window without being seen, sneaking back in the front to grab the keys from the kitchen and making a break for it. She doesn’t need any of her own things, just the contents of the small backpack slung over her shoulder. 
 Just as she makes the rash decision to head out the window, hoping that the roof below the second story will be enough to ease her to the ground, she feels a hand on her shoulder yanking her back inside until she’s on her back and looking up. She’s never seen him look so angry-- she’s never seen anyone look so angry. He glares down at her through fury and rage and she fears what’s to come. 
 “What the fuck is wrong with you?” he asks simply, seething through his teeth as she gulps and attempts to stand. He stops her by pressing the toe of his boot, still wet from the snow outside, to her forehead. “I said what the fuck is wrong with you?”
 “Um--” 
 “I just left the hospital. The school called, and when I got there, they said only Henry’s family can go into his room.” 
 She tries not to dwell on the fact that the school called him because she knows that they were required to do so. She also tries to ignore the fact that he waited almost eight hours before going to the hospital to look for Henry, able to put the thoughts of anger out of her mind and replace them with relief at him not being the father of her child. All she can do now is gulp and stare up at him in anticipation for what he might do to her. 
 He removes his boot and lets her stand, and just when he steps to the side and she’s tricked into thinking that he may let her leave, he throws her onto the small bed and screams, “his family?! How convenient is it that the hospital thinks someone else is Henry’s father?”
 “Walsh,” she tries, but he’s on her before she can go on, pressing his forearm to her throat to silence her with just enough force for it to hurt. 
 “And now you're here, in the sheriff’s car,” he hisses, spit spewing across her face as he berates her. “If you tell me he isn’t mine-- if you stuck me with this life for six miserable years for absolutely no reason-- I will fucking kill you right here.” 
 She lets out a sound that should indicate the damage he’s doing as he increases the pressure of his hold, and he lets go only long enough to replace his arm with two hands. He squeezes hard until she starts to see stars, clinging her hands to his wrists in an attempt to claw him away from her and open up her airways again. Instead of letting go, he lifts her by the neck and throws her back down against the bed with more force than she knew was possible. He screams some more, but her world is going dark and she can’t make out a word he says to her. 
 Her lips start to feel numb at the pressure he applies. Her eyes feel like they’re going to pop out of her skull. Her desperate movements at his hands weaken, and she truly believes that he means to kill her. He means to end her life as punishment for falsely saddling him with fatherhood. She has the realization that she’s about to pass out and probably die, and then sees her son’s face flashing before her eyes and is reminded of why she’s here. Not just why she’s in his room gathering his things, but why she’s here on this earth. What purpose she serves as a person. 
 She’s a mother. 
 No one can take that from her. 
 No one. 
 She lifts her hands from his, finding one last grain of strength, just enough to plunge her pointer fingers into his eyes and make him scream in painful anguish as he finally releases his hold on her. She takes the deepest breath she ever has and ever will again, and feels more sympathy for Henry than she ever has before because nothing has ever been scarier than wanting to inhale and being incapable of doing so. 
 Walsh cries out, swearing at her and calling her names before he throws her onto the floor, causing her to lose the wind in her lungs once more. But she’s committed to fighting back now, and she won’t let him win, so she kicks him hard between his legs so that he falls beside her and then moves to stand herself. 
 Grabbing the small backpack, the one that at least has his nebulizer in it, she feels Walsh's hands grabbing for her ankles as she starts to run. She makes it down the stairs and grabs the keys off of the counter, wishing she had just kept them with her, when he cuts her off. He raises the stakes, too, because he’s standing three feet from her with a gun she had no idea he owned and a wild, murderous glint in his eyes. 
 “Are you gonna shoot me?” she asks, her throat and neck burning as she speaks. 
 “I really, really want to.” 
 “What about your reelection?” she taunts.
 “Fuck you.” 
 She glances around the room as she stares down the barrel of his gun, and realizes she isn’t scared. It’s the icing on the cake, the fact that he’s had a gun in the house that her five-year-old lives in the entire time and never bothered to tell her. She’s furious. 
 So she picks up the crystal vase on the counter and he laughs, asking what she’s going to do with it when he’s standing there with a gun to her head, and she tosses it at him. It’s his grandmother’s, and he wouldn’t dare let a family heirloom shatter, so he drops the gun and catches the vase. She grabs his golf club as she runs by the bag he’d left by the entrance of the kitchen, holding it like a bat as he turns to face her again. 
 “You’re not his dad,” she confirms finally, her strength giving way to the cocky attitude that she’s been wanting to give him for months. Years. “The sheriff is. And I’ve been fucking him for months.”
 He growls in the back of his throat, grumbling something about her being a bitch, and rushes her foolishly. She swings the golf club with all of the force that she possesses and knocks him and the crystal vase to the ground, taking a deep grounding breath when he remains still, and then hurrying towards the door. 
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 She parks outside of the sheriff’s station, unsure of what to do next. She knows he can’t do anything to her here, and she doesn’t want to go to the hospital where Henry could see her. She also doesn’t want to let Killian see her like this, because he was right all along. 
 She always thought that a part of Walsh must've loved her, just a bit. She thought that he would never hurt her, because she’s his wife, and that’s just not how things are done. Killian was right, and she should have known better. 
 She remembers hearing a statistic in college, back when she wanted to be a social worker, about how battered women are in the most danger when they try to leave their abuser. She never for a second saw herself becoming a statistic. 
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 The sheriff’s car had been parked outside for twenty minutes before Deputy Ruby Lucas decided to take a peek and investigate why he wasn’t coming inside. When she finally does look, she sees something she would never have expected. 
 Of course, she figured out they were having an affair pretty easily. It’s not like they were being discreet about it, after all. But Ruby never suspected that the sheriff would lend his town-appointed vehicle to his mistress. 
 She likes the mayor’s wife well enough, even more so upon finding out how little she regards her husband. The man’s an absolute terror and she’s never liked him, and always struggled with how someone could possibly have found enough good in that man to marry him. Of course, finding out that Emma doesn’t actually like her husband very much was a bit of a pleasant surprise.
 She taps on the window on the drivers side and the woman inside jumps, staring up at Ruby with wide eyes filled with terror. “Are you alright?” Ruby asks her through the glass, and she watches as Emma grimaces as she turns her head to face forward again. Suddenly and with great clarity, Ruby’s astute deputy skills kick into gear as she notices a deeper-than-normal shadow on the woman’s neck and realizes what’s happening. “Where’s the sheriff?” she asks. 
 Emma says, “the hospital,” although her voice is rough and sounds strained. 
 Ruby wants to turn on her flashlight and take a better look at the woman before her, but thinks better of it so as to not spook her. She leans down so that she’s more on her level and says, “can you come inside with me? We can call him.” 
 She watches as the frightened woman reaches her hand up to her neck and cringes away from her own touch before undoing her seatbelt and exiting the car, her eyes wide and fearful as she looks around the empty parking lot. 
 Ruby has never seen someone look so terrified in all her years as deputy. 
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