#really nice. i love those naps where i can sleep even with noise going on

[signedeclipse]

r u taking requests 🥲? if u are can I ask for headcannons on muichiro, obanai, giyuu and shinobu x reader on what they would do if the reader is really tired and a huge sleepy head in general it would be so cute <333

Giyuu | Muichiro | Obanai | Shinobu [X Reader]

In which their s/o is always exhausted and has a hard time staying awake.

Giyuu

He himself was never a very high energy or high demand individual

But next to you, he looked like a kid during their first sugar rush

You were always either leaning him or tucked away on the most comfortable surface nearby, dozing off

No, you weren't apart of the corps, so he didn't have any reason to force you up

You had your own job and you did it when you had to, and when he was away he would always come back to a clean house with all the chores done, along with you napping in bed

To be fair, Giyuu just assumes this is normal

I mean, he would do the same if he could, but he had a lot of duties and training to tend to

He loves cuddling up with you though, you keep the bed nice and warm for him

Muichiro

Muichiro isn't really sleepy, but he does gaze off extremely often

You are both totally lost together, because he just found out the wind makes noise and you were half asleep on the floor

If you were in the corps, you'd never be sent on missions together because somehow together the effects are worse on one another

You do get your missions done when together, it just means less details are remembered and those can be extremely vital

When home, Muichiro makes you lay your head in his lap wherever he goes- usually outside- while he stares at something of interest and just thinks

One thing he does often is speak his thoughts out loud around you, because he knows you won't take it too seriously or make fun of the nonsensical things he comes up with

Sometimes he just stares at you, and wonders what you're dreaming about

When you wake up he tries to guess, he is only getting more accurate!

Obanai

It's not that he is very energetic, but Obanai likes to do small, menial tasks to keep himself occupied

It might be tending to Kaburamaru, small exercises, or renewing his bandages

He refuses to sit down, and even if he does, he will be working on polishing his blade, or eating a meal

For this, he makes you move a lot to wherever he is if he is home

Sleeping is something you do a lot, he knows you're always tired if you don't, so he doesn't want to force you awake or make you feel bad for it

Instead he just wants you to follow him when he moved to another area, and you can sleep there until he moves on again

It keeps you somewhat active, but also brings him comfort in knowing you'll still be there, even if silent and often unmoving

Shinobu

You were very comfortable to be around considering you were mostly silent or spoke in a melancholic tone

Since she was always studying or tending to others, it helped her plenty having someone like that around

Someone who would watch over her and encourage her to be productive while not distracting her from her work too much

But as a doctor, she also understood that if you stayed still in the comfort of the mansion too often, you might become deficient in important vitamins

" You have to go outside once a day, dear! It's not good for you to stay like this all day! "

She says it like it's fact, and she's probably right

So long as you go out once a day for a small walk she is happy

Set up a hammock on the porch of the butterfly mansion where you can sleep in the sun rays, so you get all the vitamins you need even while asleep

If she has a young slayer alone in any of the healing wards, she will ask you to sleep there so they feel better with company

Even if you are tired, she knows you'll get up to help someone who might need something or is becoming ill

Authors Note - Me too reader I love sleepin,,, I hope I was able to right up to your wishes, and thank you so much for requesting! This was pretty much all my most favourite hashira lol

[silvyslayer42]

saiki k headcannons (very very long post)

-kurumi + kuusuke have weird unnaturally sharp teeth that are lowkey scary if you look at them for too long. kusuo also has it but he hides it.

-if you think at kusuo, he can hear you no matter where you are. the psychickers (+ his family) know this and use it against him.

-kusuo is an unwilling empathy crier. if someone starts crying near him, he will at least start to tear up. he finds it an extreme inconvenience and does everything he can to hide it. this only really happens with people in his direct vicinity though, so no movie characters or random people in his telepathy radius.

-too many characters have similarly colored eyes, so here’s a lightning round with some eye color changes

akechi: periwinkle. it just makes sense to me ok?? a silly color for a silly goober. it grows on me more the more i think about it.

aren: dark magenta with a hint of red. i think it represents his personality better

toritsuka: dark grey. i like it and have no explanation for it. honorable mention goes to pink because it makes him match with saiki

also aiura has neon yellow eyes not green they are not green her eyes are not gre

-kusuo gets a pretty normal amount of sleep all things considered, in fact he probably gets maybe an hour or so more than average most nights because he just loves sleeping so much. kuusuke does not even go out of his way to get a bed for himself because the only sleep he gets is when he forgets to take his bi-hourly injection of whatever he’s using in place of caffeine and passes out on top of whatever he’s working on for ≈3 minutes before jolting himself awake and going back to work. if he really has to nap for whatever reason he claims the floor is plenty comfortable.

-kusuo has sedatephobia (fear of silence). while the peaceful tranquility of putting people’s thoughts on mute with the ring is nice, if he were to somehow be put into a situation with no noise at all or even just very little noise I think he’d be pretty freaked. he’s never had a truly quiet moment before, so it’s only a natural reaction to be uncomfortable with it. he would avidly deny it if asked though, even if he gets visibly anxious from it.

-kuusuke has never used bugs against kusuo directly because he thinks phobias are a cheap and uncreative tactic. the birthday card thing doesn’t count because that was only psychometry images.

-it’s not really a psychic power but all of the pk psychics have extremely strong intuitions. like they just Know things sometimes. this is basically canon for at least kusuo but that besides the point. the jury is still out on whether akechi also has the psixth sense or if he’s just weird but he is definitely on the same page as everyone else most of the time because of his near psychic analysis of his situation and surroundings

-kusuo can use transform on other people but it never comes up bc why would he do that when hypnosis is so much easier? something something genderbend episode

-kusuo had a very bad no good week like right before he got his limiters where his hair became uncuttable and he was forced to have a mullet until it culminated in kusuo willing himself into developing heat vision and cutting his hair with it to mixed results.

-each of the saiki’s think they’re the more normal one balancing out the rest of the family’s weirdness but no. all of you are weird there is no balance

-more of an opinion than a headcanon, but being average/“normal” was never really what saiki wanted. what he’s actually after is peace, and he just happens to associate those things with it. that’s why he changed the world to perceive his unusual attributes as normal when he was younger instead of changing himself to appear normal, what he truly wants is a world that he can be himself in and be at peace at the same time. the reason he refuses to admit this, even to himself, is because of his own lack of self-acceptance. you guys don’t understand he’s such an angsty and tragic character actually ! a poor little meow meow even ! listen to me !!

-kusuo and kuusuke NEED to have a “let’s take ibuprofen together” moment i will not be explaining further

-kuusuke works above board a lot, but he is definitely doing some “under the table” stuff when it comes to selling the shit he makes because he just does not care and wants money to fund his games. he is confident he will never get caught and even if he’s wrong kusuo is reversing that shit to avoid the trouble it would cause him.

-kuusuke does love robotics (specifically with making weapons but he does indulge in the gadget or two), and that is definitely his favorite to do stuff with and the thing he is most passionate about, but don’t be fooled, he does everything. any science under the sun and he is probably an expert on it. special mentions of things he knows a lot a lot about go to neuroscience, physics, biology, first aid/general medicine, pharmacology (technically canon because of that muscle relaxent from the cattank arc) and anything that you could realistically make a psi pun with.

-sometimes kuusuke randomly decides that a random ass guy is the person of the week he wants to piss off (to him it’s like being annoying to an animal, very amusing ^^). positive things about this: it’s normal a really bad person he decides to be a menace to like a rich guy or a corrupt politician. bad things about this: he has had to deal with hired hits on him before

-aiura can get a very accurate read on someone’s personality near instantly and has an encyclopedic knowledge on everyone. she knows your birthday and she knows what you want. teruhashi too but not because she’s psychic she’s just also weird.

-aiura has a very bad sleep schedule because she gets woken up in the middle of the night by visions of disaster. this is NOT THE SAME as kusuo’s visions !! kusuo is tormented in his sleep, she is kept awake. aiura also sometimes has visions of shit right before it happens and if it’s a bad thing she has to think quick on her feet to stop it.

-aiura does not stop helping people she just gets a little bit better at being discreet. eventually she goes freelance and owns her own shop for occult stuff good for her

ok that’s all i got for now. tune in whenever i decide to do this again for more bangers

[rowanaelinn]

Illicit Affairs - Chapter Fourty-Nine

A/N: Thank you everyone for your patience :) Sorry for the delay, I've spent the last few days obsessing over daisybilly

Warnings: some angst | Word Count: 4,300

Aelin was going crazy. 

She couldn’t stand anymore the relentless beeping noises in the room. Each time a machine made a sound, it sent her more over the edge. She had barely slept two hours before she woke up, and that had been hours ago. Her hands were slightly shaking, something she had noticed only when she was handed a cup of coffee and she’d nearly spilled the drink on her lap. 

It wasn’t like her dress would be a great loss. She liked it, really, but after spending more than twenty-four hours inside of it… Aelin wanted to burn that thing, and she was aware of how dramatic it sounded. She couldn’t find it in herself to care. 

Rowan wasn’t looking much better. She’d seen him doze off for maybe a few minutes before waking with a sharp intake of breath, and then a guilty look appearing on his features. She was sure those micro-naps didn’t help him rest. She wondered what he was thinking about, how he was feeling. She knew it couldn’t be good, of course, and yet… She didn’t ask. It wasn’t her business, they were just… coparents, now. What they were to each other in the past didn’t matter anymore. 

He had moved on, and wasn’t she trying to do so as well? Even if her attempts thus far hadn’t been prestigious, and all because of her. Sam was a great guy. Maybe two years ago, after Chaol, she could have settled for someone like Sam. It would have been restful. Nothing of the passionate, illicit affair she’d had with the man sitting in front of her. 

Maybe she could have settled for something of the sort before, but she couldn’t. Not anymore. 

But how can she be with someone and not burn for them? And not feel as if she could survive in a world without feeling as if she was breathing for two? It was unhealthy, she knew that, and yet she was growing to rather… not dislike that about herself. Her devotion to people. 

If she could just control it, never let her love for others fade her love for herself… Life would be easier. But she supposed that noticing it was already a good point. 

She promised herself that if Helia woke up, she’d work on that. 

The door of the bedroom opened, starling Aelin. She realized she was almost falling asleep again. Fuck, she needed more coffee. Her father came in, followed by Lorcan. She sighed, leaning back into her chair. “You’re like a blessing now, dad. May I get another cup of coffee, please?” 

He looked at her feet, at the eleven empty cups of coffee she’d drank thus far. He gave her a tight smile, “I think if you drink more, you’ll overdose.” 

She shrugged, “I’m a tough girl, dad. I can handle it.” 

He walked to her, laying a hand on her shoulder. “I’m sure of this, princess. But I think it’s time for both of you to go home.” 

“No,” Rowan protested.

Aelin agreed. “She’s still asleep. We are not leaving.” 

Lorcan took a step in the room. “It’s why we are here. Let us take over for a while.” 

Aelin was shaking her head, ready to protest, to affirm that they wouldn’t leave Helia’s side. Then, her father said, “You’ve been here for more than two days, Aelin.” 

She threw a look at Rowan, whose face reflecting her confusion. “No, I’ve just arrived last—”

“No, Aelin. He’s saying the truth,” Lorcan confirmed. “You both need a night of sleep, to eat something real and change clothes.” 

She shook her head. “I’m not going to Varese, it’s too far. I wouldn’t be there if—”

“You don’t need to,” her father said. “Aedion brought your dog, she’s at Fenrys’ apartment, and Sam went all the way back to get you clothes. He’s just came back.” 

Why must he be so difficult to reject? So sweet? She smiled and nodded. That was a nice thing to do, really. 

She didn’t miss the fact that Aedion had driven Fleetfoot to Fenrys. Was there where he was staying? 

“Come on man,” Lorcan urged Rowan, and she realized they might have been talking at the same time as her and her father. “Look at Aelin, she’s on the verge of passing out.” She wanted to deny it, but somehow she didn’t find the strength to do so. Maybe it was why she didn’t argue so much with her father when he came in, because even if it went against her instincts to stay with Helia, she knew he was right. “If she wakes up now, you’re no use to your daughter. You need to rest, then you can help. We’ll stay right there; we won’t move an inch.”

Rowan looked at his daughter for a second, squeezing her hand. “You promise?” He asked his best friend, as if he needed the reassurance. She looked at her own father then, a question in her eyes. He nodded, yes, he’d stay here in her stead.

“I promise on my own child, Rowan,” Lorcan said with a serious voice. “Trust me.” 

Her heart missed a beat, and she was glad to be seated. “On your what?” She struggled to say. 

Lorcan’s eyes closed shut, and he swore. “Elide’s going to kill me. She wanted to tell you in person, had planned to visit this weekend, but then…” Then, Helia had her accident. 

“She’s pregnant?” She breathed. 

Then something happened on Lorcan’s face. She was accustomed to see him closed, and sometimes neutral when Elide was around. But now he looked… He looked happy. His hard features turned soft. He nodded, a small smile on his lips. “We found out a week ago.” 

She smiled then. She was happy for her friends, for her family. She was happy that everyone else’s lives seemed to go just fine, that they were happy. She stood, daring to quickly wrap her arms around Lorcan before pulling back as quickly. He was still Lorcan, she wouldn’t be caught in his arms for fear of her reputation. “Congratulation.” 

He smiled at her, leaving a hand on her shoulder and squeezing before letting go. “Thank you, Aelin.” 

“I didn’t even know it was in your plans,” she said. “Elide never told me about trying for a child.” 

He shrugged, “We didn’t. That was the best kind of luck.” 

She felt her smile flatter at his words, but even as they echoed in her, even as they weakened her knees, Aelin forced her smile to stay bright. All eyes were on her, waiting for something she knew was already rising in her. She slid her hands around her waist, wishing that goddamn dress of hers had pockets. “If you’ll excuse me, I need to use the restroom,” she said, keeping her voice even as she left the room without a look behind. 

She knew she passed her friends outside of the room, if only because she heard her name being called, but she was too deep in her feelings to even see them. The only things she heard were her heartbeat and the heels of her shoes clicking on the floor. 

The moment she entered that room and closed the door behind her, Aelin heaved for air. She needed to breathe, to calm her mind. 

She gasped, jumping of fear as she felt a warm thumb on her cheek, wiping away something. Tears. Someone was wiping away her tears. With quivering lips, she looked up. 

Rowan was standing in front of her, in an on-call room. The on-call room. Rowan didn’t say anything. He lowered his uninjured hand, making eye contact. She shook her head, “I don’t want to make this about me.” 

“I know.” 

“I’m very happy for them.” 

“I know,” he answered again. 

“They deserve all the happiness in the world,” she said, as if she was trying to convince herself. 

“They do.” 

It was as if she got stabbed as she finally got the words out, the ones that hurt. “Then why am I so fucking jealous? Why do I want to—” she took a deep breath. “My friend is pregnant, the one who supported me even when I pushed her away. I should be preparing the baby shower, Godsdamn it, not… I shouldn’t wish to be her.” 

“Aelin,” he said, not leaving a moment of quiet. “Give yourself credit. You are not your thoughts, and you have many of those. One bad one doesn’t define you. We’re waiting for Helia to wake up, sleep deprived. If I hadn’t known… I could have had the same thoughts, and that’s without counting your…” 

“Infertility?” She suggested. If he used any other words, an euphemism for it… she wouldn’t be able to stand it.

“Yes,” he breathed. “You have the right to have bad thoughts.” 

She huffed a laugh. Anyone else would have judged her, and yet this man… This man rocked her world, as always. It was a dangerous game to stay here with him, because she knew with each second that passed, it would be harder to leave. And yet she made no moves to leave. 

“You don’t have to go back to Varese,” he said quietly. “Come back with me.” She shook her head, but before she could say anything, he spoke again. “Helia lives there, you lived there for a while. I’m not inviting you to some place you don’t know. Plus… If we get a call, it’s easier if we are at the same place.” 

“Less time wasted,” she murmured, and he nodded. And as she replicated the movement, accepting his offer, she knew that she wasn’t doing so for the practicality of it all. She wanted to be near his comfort. 

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As she drove Lorcan’s car, the road back to his place seemed so familiar. She drove slower than she was used to, knowing how tired she was. Rowan couldn’t drive because of his injured arm, and she didn’t wish to put him in danger. Her car was… Well, she didn’t know. Hadn’t thought to ask. Rowan’s was apparently wrecked, which didn’t surprise her considering the damages done to both Helia and him. Lorcan had given Rowan his keys, no questions asked. 

He was tense beside her, which only made her slow more. Her heart melted in pain at the fear in his eyes, at how hard he was gripping the door handle as if he was ready to jump out of the vehicle. 

First his parents, then Lyria, and now… Well, he didn’t have a good track record with car crashes. She admired his strength, climbing into a car so soon after. It’d taken her years before she could even take a bath, and she hadn’t been the one to have an accident in the water. And yet Rowan, he faced that… she wouldn’t say easily, but she envied him as much as she didn’t. 

She knew he wanted to break, just that he… couldn’t. She enjoyed her freedom to break, to show weakness. She just wished she was enough for him to rely on her, even if it wasn’t truly her place anymore. 

She parked in front of the familiar house, the place that had felt like home. She’d missed it very much, if she allowed herself to be honest. “Do you need help getting out of the car?” She asked, her voice slightly quivering. It must be because of the fatigue. 

He simply shook his head, stepping out of the car and she followed in silence, the bag of clothes her father gave her on her shoulder. She was glad she hadn’t seen Sam when she went back to the room, or that she hadn’t seen Elide, as horrible as it sounded. She didn’t want to close herself up per see, she did appreciate their support. She just really didn’t wish for the hard complications to take place anytime soon. 

Nothing had changed since the last time she’d been there, all the furniture were still at the same place. The only thing that had changed were the toys scattered all around the room. She smiled at the sight, her girl had grown up, and this was the proof of it. Why must time pass so quickly? Why had she been away for so long, missing these parts of her life? 

“Can I make some coffee?” she asked as she took off her shoes, sighing in relief. 

He was standing in the middle of his living room, eyes rived on his daughter’s toys. 

“Don’t need to ask,” he said, voice flat at barely louder than a whisper. 

“Rowan,” she breathed, walking to his side. He didn’t seem to have heard her, to even notice her until she laid a hand on his shoulder, which surprised him enough to have him turn his head toward her. “Are you alright?” 

He didn’t answer for a second, then another, and another. He shook his head, as if he was trying to regain his sense. “Of course, I’m doing great.” 

She hated the sound of these words on his tongue, hated the untruthfulness. “We don’t lie to each other, Rowan,” she whispered. “Don’t do that.” 

There was a flash of something in his eyes, and then it was gone before she could ask about it. He shook his head, “Nevermind, Aelin. I’m feeling as good as you are.” 

She snorted at that. “Then good luck.” 

His eyebrows furrowed a little more, but before he could ask, she turned around and made her way into the familiar kitchen. Rowan followed suit, and instead of going for the coffee machine like she did, he opened the refrigerator. He took out cheese and butter, and then closed the fridge’s door, and took out bread and two knives. 

She finished pouring her cup of coffee and asked him if he wanted one, he shook his head. “Come eat.”

“I’m not—” he gave her a look that pinned her in place, and she nodded, knowing he wouldn’t accept her refusal. She swallowed and went to stand across from him, spreading butter and cheese on a spice of bread. It wasn’t the best of meals, but it would do. They ate in silence, and the weight of food in her stomach made her feel sick. Or perhaps it was all the coffee, the thought was enough for her to push away her cup. She wouldn’t make herself sick, she’d lived through enough these past few days, she wouldn’t humiliate herself now. 

“Last thing I told her was that she was insufferable,” Rowan said, voice almost quiet. 

“Rowan,” she breathed, her heart breaking. 

“She rambled all day about going to that goddamn theme park with you this weekend, literally all day,” he said, closing his eyes. “And then she threw a tantrum, saying that I didn’t love her because I didn’t want to take her to another theme park the week after. I told her I had to work, and then she said I loved my job more than her, where the fuck did she hear that? She threw mean words at me, and she fucking reminded me of myself, I told her she was…” he lost a ragged breath, and her heart squeezed in her chest. “Then, the car hit us.”

“She knows that you love her,” Aelin said, convinced. “She won’t remember it, and even if she does, you’ll tell her how much you love her when she wakes up.”

“She never thought that I didn’t love her before,” he hissed, but she knew it wasn’t out of anger at her. More at the situation, at life. 

“You’re human, Rowan, it’s okay to break sometimes. And… she’s changed, this past year,” she whispered. Aelin had noticed. The girl was more irritable, more sensible. She always needed reassurance, which Aelin provided a lot of. But still, she noticed that the number of tantrums she threw was just growing.

Rowan nodded, and there wasn’t much else she could say. Whatever she could come up with, whatever reasonable arguments she could give him, he won’t believe it until he gets the chance to fix things.

She looked around, and she was surprised at the rush of sadness that hit her. This was the place where she used to eat breakfast every morning, the place where she’d laugh and cry her hardest. The place where she was part of a family. Where Helia was now growing up, so, so far away from her. Where Helia was clearly struggling, and Aelin couldn’t offer her more than a weekend occasionally. 

Aelin could even believe she was responsible for that shift in the girl’s demeanor. She was the one that left, and yes, she had known it had affected her at some degree but… Was she hurt so much that she was now snapping at her father? Doubting his love? 

Wasn’t the doubt of a parent’s love that had led Aelin down that destructive path she had so eagerly followed?

She would never allow her daughter to do the same. 

Never.

“I think I will stay,” she told Rowan, and her voice didn’t tremble as she thought it would. 

He nodded, “I told you that you could, Aelin. Take my bedroom, I’ll sleep on the couch.” 

She bit the inside of her cheek. “I-I meant in Doranelle.” He looked up then, his eyes slightly widened. She went on, feeling the need, the urge, to explain her plans. “I’ll stay with my dad for a while, and then I’ll rent an apartment downtown. It’ll be easier to see Helia, it could be good for her. I could help you, too, when you’re working and need someone to take care of her.” 

He was so, so still. “What about your mental health?” 

She swallowed, “I’m doing better, and she makes me happy. I’m learning how to compartmentalize.” 

“You have this new school,” he said, voice flat as a rush of warm hit her skin. 

“They have a campus in Doranelle, I could apply there.” 

She had his entire focus on her, and she felt pinned under his gaze. She couldn’t read him, had they spent that long apart? 

And then, he laughed. 

He laughed, passing a hand over his head. “I-I’m sorry,” he said between laughs, looking back at her, sending him into another fit of laughter as she stood, entirely confused. Had he lost his goddamn mind? 

He leaned into the counter, his elbows resting there, and his face hidden in his hands. But then, the sound of laughter changed. 

His chest was shaking for another reason, one that had her even more petrified than his strange laughter.

Rowan Whitethorn was crying. 

Aelin rushed to his side, but the moment she laid a hand on his shoulder, he jumped away from her touch. She was under shock and surprise as she looked up at him, and the pain on his face was enough to have her own eyes burn. “Please, don’t touch me.” 

She nodded, “Alright, I’m sorry.” 

He closed his eyes, taking a deep breath in. “Go to sleep, Aelin.” 

She squared her shoulders, “Don’t order me around, I want to help you, Rowan, you won’t push me away.”

His voice broke, and so did his soul, as he said: “You’re the one who pushed me away.” She recoiled at the words, her bottom lip wobbling. But he kept going, even with the tears staining his beautiful brown skin. “You left, I tried everything I could, but you left. And I begged you, I begged you to come back to me, to come back to us, you said you couldn’t. Because this place wasn’t good for you, because of your school. But what you meant all along was that you wouldn’t come back for me.” 

“That’s not wh—”

“Aelin, please,” he begged her. “Right now, when I look at you, all I see is the reminder that I’m. Not. Enough. And I don’t know how long I can still live like this, Aelin, and watching you now… It’s too fucking painful.” 

“You think looking at you isn’t painful too? That it’s not killing me?” She breathed. “My whole life, I have been replaceable, all the time. I have wanted to come back, at least since my birthday, and I was so close to coming back home, just to hear from our daughter that you’ve moved on. That you replaced me, just the way my parents did my whole life.” She was breathless, and his eyes were wide open, his mouth parted. “So, it hurts? Deal with it, because being around you kills me.”

There were a few seconds of silence, when only their heavy breathing. Then, “I replaced you? Are you joking, you’re the one who came here with your little boyfriend, you’re still wearing his jacket.” 

“What?” She asked, shocked. “Sam isn’t my—He’s just—Why should I even explain myself for a kiss? You have sleepovers. And by the way, your daughter isn’t a fan of your little girlfriend.” 

“I don’t have a girlfriend,” he said, so matter-of-factly that she nearly believed him. 

“Helia said you did, Fenrys did, all of your friends know, and we both know that you aren’t good at hiding relationships. I cut,” she said, voice breaking on the word, “contact with Fenrys because he didn’t tell me about you and Remelle, I lost my friend, so don’t lie to me. Please,” she begged, “At least have the respect to not lie to my face.” 

“Remelle?” He frowned, taking a step in her direction. “No, no. It wasn’t like that Aelin.” 

“Have you slept with her?” Aelin asked, already knowing the answer. She knew she had no right resenting him for seeing other women, they weren’t an item anymore… and yet, it would still make her sick. 

“She kissed me, once,” he admitted. “Nothing else.” 

She nodded, a knot in her throat. “Did you like it?” 

“Did you like kissing Sam?” 

She shook her head, “No. I didn’t.” 

“Me neither,” he admitted, and she desperately wished to believe him. 

And she realized that she could. That he’d never lied to her for anything other than her protection, and that he wouldn’t… “Why, then? Why did Helia tell me she was over at your house all the time?” 

He looked away for a second and then looked back at her. “She is divorcing her husband, and… I don’t know, I wanted to show her that the world could be a happy place. That one bad relationship didn’t mean the end of the world, that she could make friends. Then, she came over more and more, because she felt alone. Until one day she kissed me, and she hasn’t been in this house ever since.” 

“Oh,” she breathed, feeling lighter. He nodded, and she passed a hand through her knotted hair. “I wanted to call you, on my birthday.” 

He took a step in her direction, and she didn’t take a step back. She stayed right where she was. Maybe it was the fatigue, maybe it was her mind finally deciding to stop fighting. “What would you have said?” He took another step in her direction, closing up the gap between them. 

She looked up, her entire body feeling as if she would collapse. “That I had a talk with my father. That I knew you fought for me, that you were ready to fight the hospital for me. That I knew you had no other choice.”

One more step, and she could feel his warmth spreading through her. One more step and he would be flushed to her body. Somehow, she still didn’t pull away. 

Not anymore. 

“Is that it?” He asked. 

She shook her head. “I would have told you… I miss you. You’re enough, you’ve always been to me, and that I want you. That I have never felt as whole as I am with you, and that I don’t think I can be really happy so far from you. I tell you, now, that I want to kiss every single one of your scars, and forget about what has been done to us in the past. Because this could be… This could be the start of our new life, no more secrets, no more fears, we just heal, grow and love.” 

He didn’t move, but she did. She took that last step, and then there was just Rowan. Her Rowan. 

New tears escaped his eyes, but they weren’t the same as before. They were… good ones. They couldn’t truly be happy right now, not with Helia still asleep, but… They were as close as they could be. 

“You’re not going back to Varese,” he said. 

She shook her head. “I’m not.”

“You’re staying here, not with your father.”

She cocked her head to the side, “What if it’s too fast?” 

He mirrored her gesture, “Since when do we care about the rules?” 

And that pulled a grin out of her. He was right. They’d lost enough time already. 

“Can I hug you?” He asked. 

“Not kiss me?” 

He shook his head. “No, I’ll do that when we wake up tomorrow, and when I’m sure this is what you want.” 

She could tell him that she was sure, that she couldn’t get more real and raw than she was now, but she knew what he meant. They were never stickers for the rules, but he wanted to make things right this time. So, Aelin rose on her tiptoes and she wrapped her arms around Rowan, careful at not putting pressure on his bad arm. 

He pressed her to her, and it was as if she was breathing for the first time in month. His smell was intoxicating, the feeling of his skin and his hair… She loved it, loved him. 

She felt at peace as she fell asleep with his hand in hers, as if nothing could ever happen to her anymore. As if being with Rowan had just fixed almost everything wrong in the universe. It was truly them now, and the thought was as scary as it was exciting. 

The thing was, Aelin didn’t listen to her fears. Only to her heart. 

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[angelkiller666]

well, if it isn't the Golden Star Singer himself! finally got a REF of his human-animatronic version of himself! name: Fredbear age: 40-49 gender: male species: robot bear (or whatever you wanna call it) likes: singing, performing, cooking, writing music, naps and accomplishments. dislikes: idiocy (he deals with it 24/7) loud noises, being seen as a failure, losing his voice, confrontation, being unable to sleep, and of course, stupidly hates Afton. personality: laid back, but sometimes sarcastic, takes no one's shit, but can take jokes. is mostly tired as he is a workaholic, insomniac and is a LITTLE depressed from time to time, but usually just tired from working all the time. has a BEAUTIFUL voice, he's the singer of his Diner after all, he's also almost a mother hen to his little brothers (yeah, i gave him siblings. and they are Golden Freddy and Springtrap (WITHOUT purple guy, don't go there please, it's an AU not canon) he's kinda like a fatherly laidback DILF minus the flirting as he'll either friend-zone or just shrug off the flirts. The Fading Light AU is basically a love story between Nightmare and Fredbear. story time: before Fredbear, Nightmare or "Nightbear" was one of Afton's first creations along with "NightBonnie, NightFreddy, NightChica and NightFoxy and NightMangle" that he abandoned before "Nightbear" and the others even knew Afton existed. Afton left them to rot in a place called "The Scraped Mind Inc." where dead/too damaged/unwanted animatronics go to either die or suffer. they would either just throw you into the "boiler" to turn you into liquid metal, or straight up torture you and experiment on you until you die or break. you can.....kinda guess how Nightmare became Nightmare. full of rage, anger, hurt, and pure hatred for humans. eventually, they escape after 3 long agonizing years, but the damage was already done. they went from being big cuddly animatronics for kids to big dangerous and angry nightmares. and trust me, the LIVE UP to their names. now let's say that during those 3 years, Afton created Golden Freddy, Springtrap and the main star of the show: Fredbear. now idk if you know about this, BUT....Afton sucks ass as a person. now let me tell you about Afton before i tell you about Fredbear: so! William Afton....oh this mothafucka...so, we all know that in the 1970's and the 1980's there was still a lot of discrimination against basically anyone who is different the "wrong" way, say like gay, trans, emo, goth, punk rock, anything boomers would find even the little excuses to be shitty to those they dislike. now this was BEFORE the incident of losing both his daughter and son (C.C. and Elizabeth) and has a really rocky relationship with Michael, he was already an absolute grouch and cold bastard. doesn't help that he and his wife were fighting to hell (bro literally slept with Henry Emily's wife for years behind both their backs) even before all that he was a narcissist, manipulator and self' absorbed. pretty much the type you think he's a good guy, but he really really isn't. not to mention he has a really bad jealousy problem.

so when he found out that Fredbear was the best in keeping his Diner open, he took full advantage. but he's not a nice guy. he treated the 3 golden brothers like utter shit. saying they're not worth it, they are just objects for entertainment. and he'd even threaten them if they try to step out of line.....so yeah, there's my Afton for you. BACK to Fredbear! on the outside, he "looks" fine, but, on the inside, he's fucking MISERABLE to the point where he barely feels any strong emotions anymore thanks to all the shit Afton put him through. Fredbear doesn't want to leave the diner because he enjoys entertaining kids and adults and he loves to sing! (Fredbear has the most GORGEOUS singing voice, and is the main thing that got Afton making some hard ass money) he also CAN'T leave the diner, because what you think Fredbear's gonna end up? The Scraped Mind Inc. and Goldie and Springy know about it, and they're doing the best they can to help Fredbear get his spirit up again. now, fun fact: Goldie and Springy are the goofball idiots. the knucklehead duo. but mostly because they'll do the most outrageous things but end up working very well, but when they're just doing normal things, they end up in the most hilarious and weirdest situations. like a cartoon. now Goldie and Springy give Afton HELL as pay back for how he treats Fredbear, but of course, it was never enough. Fredbear is CONSTANTLY over-worked, never appreciated and is overall depressed and tired all the time. but he always puts a smile on his face to keep the diner going. now on how Nightmare and Fredbear meet? it's a bit complicated. Nightmare was out one night, heading home after MAYBE taking someone's life, when he heard it.....Fredbear's LOVELY voice, singing OH so beautifully! and being a big black bear, he can easily look through the window without getting caught. and boi...when i tell you it's love at first sight, the second Nightmare saw Fredbear, he fell in love instantly and he fell in love HARD! the man INSTANTLY went from being this cold, cruel and tough bastard to pervy loving mushy bear. and it left Nightmare HELLA confused! he never fell in love before, and at first he had NO IDEA how to address his feelings, so he did have a few yanderish tendencies. but he's smart, and he knew he didn't want to scare Fredbear. so at first, he watched Fredbear perform along with Goldie and Springy. admiring, and learning about Fredbear. hell, ever since he first saw Fredbear, his buddies noticed a change in him.so let's say, one night, Nightmare decided to pay Fredbear a visit, it was after hours and Fredbear was doing his round before he takes over the office for his unending nightshift. so the first meeting was......nerve racking and very awkward. mostly because Nightmare decided to meet Fredbear in the dark pitch black powerful (give the man some credit, this the VERY first time falling in love, he went through hell and has no idea how to express himself that doesn't look like a threat, my boi trying his best) scared the hell out of Fredbear, but boy, howdy did Springy and Goldie INSTANTLY went to Fredbear's protection. which makes it very funny how Nightmare is nearly over 15 feet tall, Fredbear (before becoming nightmare Fredbear) was 7.3 feet tall, Springy is 6.7 and Goldie is 6.2 feet tall. now imagine that! {MORE COMING SOON!}

[imaginesforjohnnydepp]

young sidney #2 (sidney's first interview)

june 2005

"from the adventures of sharkboy and lavagirl in theaters next friday, please welcome sidney depp!" there was a lot more people than she expected, it was so loud! she quickly refocused on jay leno, who extended his hand and shook it as she sat down, and after a minute the applause died down. she wasn't expecting the lights to be this bright, it always seemed more dim when she would watch at home. "look at you! you've gotten so tall! the last time i saw you, you came up to my knees!"

it is true; just a few months shy of her thirteenth birthday, sidney towered over most of the boys in her grade and she's already taller than taylor and cayden, her costars. "just eating all of my vegetables i guess." the audience laughed at that, although she couldn't tell if they were laughing to be nice or if they genuinely thought she was funny. "i see, i see. how old are you now, fourteen?" "no, i'll be thirteen in september," she responded.

"thirteen. gosh, the last time you were here, it was 1995 and you were asleep on your dad's lap, right on this very couch. do you remember that?" sidney could barely remember what she had for breakfast this morning; she just shook her head as the audience laughed (apparently they remembered like it happened this afternoon) so jay recounted the tale to those who didn't know the story: her dad was in this very studio during an appearance to promote nick of time. johnny was trying to get sidney to take a nap but she was not going down, even though he knew she was tired, her body just hadn't gotten the message.

her dad said leaving her alone with kate would make the situation worse, and no one else backstage had any experience with children, so he had no choice but to scoop her up with her blanket and snack and take her with him onto the stage as the show was just coming back from commercial break, and it was only then that she was (finally) able to go to sleep.

now the topic was finally back to sidney. "was it a wig or did you really dye your hair pink?" "they actually dyed my hair, and it took an entire day. by the end of it, i was like "i'm never doing this again." the audience laughed again, seeming to actually find it funny. as the segment went on, sidney found herself becoming more comfortable as leno asked her everything under the sun: her hobbies which sidney admitted her love of reading, the type of music she likes to listen with her friends ("destiny's child, britney spears, mariah carey."), and finally school and her plans for the summer.

"school's not so bad, and i get straight a's, so i'm not too bad. the only thing i hate is waking up so early but now that it's summer, i can just sleep in, but i still have to complete my reading list which is fine." sidney only has two more books before she's free, not that she minds. "and then after the press tour i'm just gonna spend the rest of the summer with my dad, so i'm pretty excited about that." her dad would be getting ready for his own press tour for charlie and the chocolate factory, so she and her brother and sister would try to squeeze in as much time as possible with him.

soon, sidney's segment was over and they cut to commercial break with jay promising to be back with the musical guest. "...and clear!" someone yelled from off stage. "how do you feel now? was i too much?" "no, no, you were fine. it's just a lot to take in." throughout her interview, sidney had to remind herself to block out the noise and just focus on leno. "it's so much brighter than when i watch at home."

leno laughed, patting her on her back. "trust me, to start to get used it, which is something you'll learn to do too. you'll be fine." sidney walked off backstage where her mom was waiting for her. sidney was hungry and tired at this point so they went through burger king drive thru before going back to their hotel. she was allowed to watch one episode of that's so raven while she ate and then go to bed; the premiere was tomorrow as well as additional press. she couldn't wait for it to be over so she could enjoy the rest of her summer.

"i don't know how dad does this for a month straight for every movie. for a month straight." the episode was almost over, so sidney made the transition of getting ready for bed: texting her friends good night and putting her phone on the charger and turning back the covers on the bed. "that's because your dad loves what he does, and he has to feed his kids, and if you're serious about acting, you're going to have to get used to not sleeping in your own bed for periods at a time. just think of it as an extended field trip. you get to travel, meet new people."

as her mom turned off the light, she said, "just one more day and you're done and you can have the rest of the summer." and that's what she's hanging on for. just one more day.

[fictionkinfessions]

Canon species! Sure. Goblins. I don't usually do the ask games but oh I want to talk about this. I am such a fucking creature.

Everyone who draws me with a tail is right. That long slender thing with the tuft at the end? Yes, you're all correct, keep doing that, good job. I miss that, I wish I had it again. Good for balance, good for expression, good for stimming.

Claws!!! Man I wish I could put up with those today but alas my nails are not retractable and they drive me crazy. Miss those too. And my teeth. Sharp teeth.

I suppressed a lot of goblin traits in public because societal expectations but instincts die hard. Your average goblin living in "civilized society" (hate calling it that but whatever) is not actually that different neurologically from feral goblins in the Mountains of Chaos. Wildly different situations but the deeper instincts stick even after generations no matter where you grew up.

One of the things that originated from that is our sleeping habits. We are admittedly small so wild goblins are pack animals. They need to stay together for protection and this results in sleeping in close groups. Hordes pack in tight and keep each other warm. It's being able to sense each other resting nearby that signals the body it's safe to sleep. This means even if you don't live in the mountains, you're still biologically wired to PREVENT proper sleep when you're alone. Meaning even when I DID actually sleep instead of staying up all night on a case, I physically could not enter a REM state. This is hell, especially when your race is naturally nocturnal (but you still have to go to school so too bad). Napping frequently in Fabian's backpack, specifically while it was on his back and I could feel him breathing, helped me a lot.

Goblins are a nesting people. Small cozy spaces, warm and hidden, nice and dark, that's our specialty. I used to build nests in the closet or under my desk or at my friends' houses. I'm still really good at this. I got this bed tent thing that makes it feel like a little cave. I'm an expert at arranging pillows and blankets for curling up in. I'm really leaning into the nesting drive lately.

The goblin language has some verbal components but it's mostly non-verbal vocalizations. Includes lots of hissing, growling, chirping, chittering, clicking and even purring. There's a lot of nuance and meaning often depends on the body language it's paired with. Growling/hissing aren't necessarily aggressive, gentle growls make up a big chunk of the expressions used to reassure and comfort. I miss being able to speak it. Don't have the knowledge or even the anatomy to make all those sounds anymore. Just making noises sometimes helps.

Biting is also not always mean!! Gentle biting of friends is a common love language and sign of trust. Also can get bitey if playfights get too silly. Took a while to get comfortable enough to do it (aforementioned societal expectations) but I've bit my friends sometimes. Fig bites back.

Climbing is another thing. One of the things that clued me into who I was during the questioning period was that I kept trying to climb on everything.

You know what? We're a lot like cats.

- Riz Gukgak (#sparkler🔥🎇)

d

[happiiest]

😔

[nohoney]

family man shouto with his lil family on a holiday break.

he has twin boys with you, just having reached the age of five and you thought it would the nice to have a holiday to celebrate their birthday. shouto agrees and he takes a week off, waiting in anticipation until finally it’s that last patrol before his awaited vacation, thinking of his children and you and wonders what you all will do together he left all the details to you

you travel to a little country side town while it’s the snowing season, a getaway from the hustle and bustle from the city that shouto is usually used to. you make a reservation for an onsen ryokan, taking into account your husband’s taste for traditional japanese style which your kids have also taken a liking too as well. the boys are full of excitement, they’ve never been so far from home before and they’ve only gone to an onsen in the city so they’re definitely bouncing on the walls at first until papa shouto calls their names and kneels down for them to gather to, quietly telling them to have fun but to also be respectful.

you tour the town with your boys, you and shouto each holding a hand of the twins, looking at antique shops and playing in the snow. shouto keeps a very low profile, it’s supposed to be his vacation and while he doesn’t mind interaction from fans, he’s there to be just with his family and he’s very grateful that the ryokan you chose is helping maintain their privacy. one of the things you’re grateful for is that you don’t have to worry about any of the cooking, you and your family are catered to delicious food; don’t get it wrong, you love cooking for the boys but it’s nice that you get this break.

“papa are you making the snow?” one of the twins asks.

“no, papa doesn’t make snow. he makes ice on his right side.” shouto answers while his kids sit in his lap and they stare out the window together and watch the snow fall gently.

“how is snow made?” the other twin asks, both of them looking curiously at him and waiting for an answer because papa shouto is so strong and smart.

shouto doesn’t have an answer so you take care of answering the boy’s question for them.

you all sit together at the kotatsu table, hot tea for you and shouto while the boys drink hot chocolate with marshmallows. they keep on asking for more marshmallows cuz they love it so much but you tell them too much isn’t good for them. but when you leave to go to the bathroom, shouto adds more to both their cups cuz he honestly just can’t resist spoiling them. “just a little bit okay, finish it up before mama comes back.”

“thank you papa!”

one of the twins is more acclimated to the cold than the other, so shouto wraps a thick scarf around the more cold sensitive twin while you button up the winter coat for your other twin boy and adjust his little snow cap. shouto thinks it’s funny in a way that part of his purpose for being born was to have two quirks to balance each other out and now here he is with his kids, his quirks split apart in his twin boys. he presses the palm of his left hand onto the more cold sensitive twin’s forehead, warming him up just a bit when he approaches papa shouto shivering a little, the other twin that likes the cold following behind to make sure his brother is feeling well.

and you’re watching your husband and boys from afar, a happy smile on your face as you sip warm tea and thinking when should be the right moment to tell your family the good news...

the twins are just put down for a nap and sleeping side by side, their naps are long enough to warrant you and shouto some alone time.

he likes the warmth of your mouth, loves to hear the soft gags of your throat as he fucks your face but he also hopes that the sound of the shower spray covers up the noises the two of you make together. the two of you have been so busy in the recent days that you’re either too tired for sex or you only manage to squeeze in a quickie. so it’s finally nice to have some alone time where you can focus on one another. “you are so beautiful...”

you released his heavy cock with a wet pop, a little sigh escaping your lips as you gaze up at your husband’s hard cock. it was nice to take time to suck him off instead of the quick blowjobs just to get him wet enough before he thrusted his cock into you for another rushed quickie. you grasped his cock, spitting on his length and stroking him to spread the wetness, appreciating his groans. it’s been a while since you could take your time but even so, you don’t want to take too long and your boys wake up alone without their mama and papa. “need you inside shouto...”

“of course darling.” shouto helps you to your feet, has you brace the wall, pressed flush with your back against his chest, and he can’t help but think that’s it’s been a while that he’s been close to you like this. just holding you, really taking you in and just focusing on his wife. “set the pace.”

“be gentle.”

and so he is, gently pushing himself into your tight entrance and just staying inside you for a moment. he loves the warmth of your pussy around his cock, it feels like home, feels like he’s complete inside you, really reminds him how much you mean to him in this moment. he loves how warm and soft you are around him, loves to look down and see his cock pull out until only the tip remains before he pushes back in. and it’s beautiful, fucking beautiful when you arch your back for him and look back to give him that lovesick look, pushing back against him and telling him to go a little harder.

“sh-shouto...!” you choke out when he presses you flush against the wall, the cool tile making your nipples perk up as he fucks a little harder into you. you gush on his cock when he brings a hand to your throat, carefully pressing the pads of his fingers on the sides and he bites down on your shoulder. he’s trying to keep his noises in too, but now you’re struggling to keep your noises in. so he muffles you by pressing the palm of his hand over your mouth and hisses for you to keep quiet. little mewls and sobbed out moans don’t dare echo outside the washroom, but his hips smacking into yours reverberate and bounce around the tiles. you practically almost drop to the floor when shouto reaches down to play with your clit but he’s strong, he won’t let you lose form and he tells you how close he is.

“gonna cum... wanna cum...”

with sharp, jerky nods of your head, his hand still muffled your mouth but he hears you clearly. “cum in me please!”

you cum together with him, wetting his cock with your fluids as he cums inside. he slaps your clit, enjoys how you clench around him one last time before he releases you and let’s you catch your breath.

and you rest together in the bath after having washed up one last time under the shower, you resting with shouto behind you and legs stretched out comfortably. “how would you feel about our family getting a little bit bigger shouto?”

“would you like to start trying? i think another baby would be wonderful...” shouto says it so dreamily that you wonder if he even knows how happy he sounded saying that.

“well actually...”

you take his hands that were resting on his knees, carefully twining your fingers in the spaces between his and put them over your lower tummy. it takes a few seconds for shouto to process it, his eyes go wide for just a second and he asks, “really?”

you look back at him with a confirming nod, pressing your lips to his and told him you confirmed your little bun in the oven just a few weeks ago and was waiting to tell him. and he’s happy, so happy to have another little one, you let him be the one to break the news to the twins and they gather around you to ask how a baby is made, to which shouto lets you handle those kinds of questions again.

day five is spent returning back to the city but shouto swears that he has two more days left of his vacation. you send the twins to go stay with aunt fuyumi for the next day, make them promise not to say anything about them becoming big brothers and give them a little bribe to ensure they don’t spill the beans.

you adored your little getaway with your family, but you jump at the chance of an empty house and having shouto all to yourself. he’s still on holiday and you want him to indulge as much as he can before he returns to his hero work.

[shawtybabe]

Pinball Wizard: Unexpected Encounter (Vance Hopper x Fem! Reader Chap. 4)

Edit- This is kind of rushed, I promise things will get good next Chapter, I'm planning a whole chapter with just you and Vance <3.

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The next few hours consisted of me rushing around the house, tiding things, and prepping for visitors, my mom was having a nap after being out at her client's house. She is a drug dealer, but sometimes I suspect that she is a prostitute, I mean why else would she have to go to their houses, why can't they come here?

I don't mind, as long as she doesn't get any STD's or anything then I don't really care, my mom knows how much I love my privacy, so I give her hers, it's a mutual understanding. Anyway, as long as she's making money that I get to spend, why should I complain?

I sighed as I looked to the clock, it was five fifty-six, everyone should be here soon. I had the blanket fought done, bowls of snacks and a few joins I had made a few days before all set up. I figured we could all smoke a few together, just enough to get us all giggly and chatty.

Mom doesn't mind that I smoke her stuff, she just tells me to give her a call if I'm gunna get high out of the house, that way if I'm in any trouble, she knows where I am. Also, if I'm going out with people, always make sure there is at least one person I can trust if I go a bit overboard and need a ride home or something. Those were her only rules, which I think is fair, it's not unreasonable and I'm still getting high in the end.

My head snapped towards the door as I heard the sound of my doorbell echo throughout the house. A wave of butterflies flapped around in my stomach as I made my way over to the door, I hope everything is set up fine.

I took a deep breath and swung the door open, meeting eyes with Rachel. "Hey girl, come in. Make yourself at home!" The girl grinned at me as she walked in, her bag in one hand and her pillow tucked snuggly under her opposite arm.

"Wow, your house is so nice! I actually wasn't sure of this was the right house, so I was kinda nervous, the agonizingly long walk up the driveway didn't help." She laughed; I ran my fingers through my hair nervously. "Yeah, sorry, it's such a pain to walk up every afternoon. I think I'm gunna ask mom for a car soon." I laughed with her.

I showed her to my room, not worrying too much about the amount of noise we were making, mom usually sleeps with earbuds in and an eye mask on anyway. She placed her bag down on my bed and I gave her a small tour of the house. She said she was eager for a swim, just didn't bring swimmers, I said she could borrow a pair of mine if she wanted.

That was one thing I didn't account for, the pool. Throughout the three weeks I've been here, I haven't used my pool even once. That's probably why I forgot about it, we even have a jacuzzi and I didn't bother thinking about the fact that others might want to use it.

I brought her back to the lounge room and we continued to talk about anything and everything that came to mind. After we both came down from a miniature laughing fit, I decided I should ask her if she was comfortable with smoking weed.

"Hey... So, I snagged few cigarettes, well not cigarettes." I got caught up in my own sentence and just ended up showing her the few I stashed under my pillow inside the fought. "I snagged some joints, are you gunna have any?" I finally managed to ask, she snatched one off me and inspected it carefully with a shocked face.

"Fuck yeah, is that even a question? I've always wanted to smoke weed, but what about your mother?" She asked cautiously, I waved a hand in front of her face in a carefree manner. "My mom's my supplier." I gave a cheeky grin and the girls jaw fell open wide. "Yeah, I was kind of hesitant to tell anyone at first, a lot of the people that have found out in the last towns I've been in haven't taken the information so well." I shrugged my shoulders.

"Oh, I'm sorry to hear that. But everyone in Denver is super chill and actually encourages it, perks of being a shithole town, everyone is a shitty person with shitty habits and addictions." Rachel explained and a smug look on her face. "Good to know." I laughed briefly, until I heard the doorbell ring out once again.

"I'll be right back." I said, getting up with a grunt and wandering over to the door. I opened it to find Julie, she had a large smile on her face as I opened the door wider for her to come in. I welcomed her just the same as I did to Rachel, I showed her around and offered her a pair of my swimmers if she wanted to go for a dip in the pool or relax in the jacuzzi.

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After everyone had arrived, we decided to go for a dip in the pool to start things off. I handed all the girls a pair of swimmers that I think would fit best, I made sure everyone was fine with the types and colors I was giving them. I know some people don't like bikini sets and certain colors and patterns, I'm the same, I am very specific about styles and colors of clothes.

We all snatched a towel each before padding out onto the patio, the hot air stuck to our skin as it had still lingered from the hot day beforehand. We all dipped our feet in, getting a feel of the water before we actually got in. The new sensation of the cool water at my feet, mixed with the hot, sticky air sent a shiver up my spine and goosebumps erupt over my legs and arms.  

We all let out little squeals and laughs, Casey and I clung to each other, laughing with delight. "Ok, ok, it's not even that bad, let's get in together. Three, two, one!" I breathed in through my nose and exhaled as I counted down.

Casey and I jumped in at the same time, out hands locked together. We resurfaced, our hair all slicked back and let out a loud laugh. We were the first ones in, so we took it upon ourselves to help the others get acquainted with the refreshing sensation by splashing them as much as we could. I even grabbed Rachels leg and dragged her in, she squealed and thrashed but it was too late, I already had her tumbling into the water. 

It was getting kind of dark our, the sun had just set, so I decided it would be a good idea to turn the pool and patio lights on. I got out momentarily and flicked a switch by the glass doors, the once dark spots in corners or shadows disappearing as everything was flooded with light. 

I grind as I turned back towards the rest of the girls, getting a running start as I bomb dived in, splashing everyone in the process. This started the trend of showing off our best dives to one another. We performed our toughest dive while the other watched from a small distance.  

After that, we all laughed and splashed together, enjoying each other's company until we all grew tired and laid on our back with our arms and legs spread wide like a starfish, floating peacefully. 

I sighed just before I sunk underwater, watching the bubbles skyrocket to the surface when I opened my mouth. I swam along the bottom of the pool, thinking and enjoying the comfortable silence all of us created. 

I kicked my legs as I resurfaced, breathing in and out, running my palms along my hair, slicking it all back until it was smooth again. I was about to sink back underwater when I felt my stomach grumble. This gave me the perfect idea for food. 

"Hey, is anyone else hungry?" I asked, gently breaking the silence. Everyone nodded and started discussing what we should eat, I told them they don't have to worry about the budget, and to go nuts. 

My mom won't mind, she never does, as long as I'm happy, safe and fulfilled is all she wants. After some more talking, we all decided to go to a diner, it's easy to access and has food everyone enjoys. 

We all snatched our towels and dried off, shivering and huddling away from the cold breeze. The air has also freshened up, instead of being hot and sticky, it was cool and crisp, making the breeze much worse than it already is. 

My teeth chattered gently as I quickly padded my way towards the big glass doors, following Julie closely from behind. We made it in and relaxed just a bit at the slightly warmer interior of the house. 

"Everyone pass me your towels, I'll put them in the dryer for a little. We can take them out again if we want to go back in or maybe chill in the jacuzzi later on." I said after everyone was done drying themselves and their hair. I went around, taking towels off people and bringing them to the laundry room. 

When I came back, almost everyone was finished changing. I quickly threw on some new clothes, just something comfy like a pair of high waisted jeans with saggy cuffs, paired with a lowcut blue midriff shirt that showed just a bit of cleavage, I pulled on a pair of high-tops and a black jumper to finish the look off. 

My hair was still a little damp, the towel hadn't fully dried it, I didn't mind. It could dry in the wind, plus that just makes it curlier in the end, I hate it when my hair is straight, it's so boring and makes my head look long, which believe it or not, isn't so flattering on me. 

Everyone was dressed into their own comfy clothes, looking as gorgeous as ever. We all headed downstairs, I snatched my mom's purse from the counter and took out her card, she won't mind. Were about to open the front door when I remembered something. "Oh, wait up guys. I'm just going to write my mom a note in case she wakes up and we're gone." 

I stormed over to the small desk in the far corner of the room, rummaging around until I found a pen and paper. I scribbled the information on it and placed it atop the counter before jogging back to the girls. 

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We all linked arms and skipped down the quiet, deserted road at the start of my driveway. We laughed and tumbled into one another as if we were all drunk. If we're all clumsy now, I can't imagine us when we get high together. 

I pushed the thought aside as Rachel started telling us some sort of story about this guy who gave her his number, I'm not too sure how the conversation started, but I was happily listening anyway. 

We arrived at the diner just as Rachel finished up her story. The bell chimed loudly as we entered the cozy looking place, the air was heavy with the aroma of fries, coke and best of all, burgers. This diner is my favorite because they have a slushy machine in the corner, the flavors were minimized to coke and cherry, but it was better than the regular stuff, plus if you get a specific meal order, you get free refills. Another thing is their selection of burgers, they sell all kinds, they even take requests for which meat you want on them and how you want the meat cooked. 

We managed to snatch a booth made for eight people, all squeezing together comfortably. We all grabbed at a menu and started gazing through it. I was looking through the loaded fry's selection when I felt an unfamiliar gaze on me, all the other girls had their head down, scanning through the food options. 

I looked up and around the room, only for my eyes to meet a pair of bright blue, almost sparkling ones. I recognized them immediately, I looked to the pale face of Vance Hopper, shooting him a small smile as I turned back to my most important mission, deciding which food to get. 

I noticed he was with some friends too, I hadn't seen him with others before, it didn't even occur to me that he had friends. Every time I saw him, he was by himself. If I'm being honest, before now I wouldn’t have put it past him if he said he didn’t have any friends at all.

I went back to my menu, deciding to go with the loaded chipotle bacon fry's and a cherry slushie. I waited for everyone else to make up their mind before calling a waiter over, she seemed worn out just looking at all of us.

I honestly feel kind of bad, but I want food and she signed up for this, so she’s gunna have to deal with it. We all gave her our orders; she scribbled them down as if she was being rushed and had to triple check that she got everyone’s orders right.

She brought out our slushy cups first, I was the first to get up and race to the machine. It made an odd whirring sound as it constantly kept the liquid moving. I grabbed my cup and placed it under the little nozzle, I was about to pull the handle to it down when someone came up beside me which caused me to jump a little and gasp.

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry, you scared me, I-“ I cut myself off as I turned to the person, only to see Vance. I sighed a breath of relief. “Don’t scare me like that, I almost had a heart attack.” I exclaimed, beginning to fill my cup up.

“Don’t be such a baby, get over it.” He rolled his eyes and I smirked at him. “What are you smiling at?” He snapped, only causing me to smile more. “You dumbass, why are you so mean, hmm? What have I done to you recently to make you snap at me the way you do?” I asked smugly, fitting the lid to my cup on tightly.

He sighed and rolled his eyes, clenching his jaw for just a moment. “I don’t know, okay? People just… piss me off, is all.” He confessed gruffly, I nodded. “Trust me, I understand a lot more than you think.” I moved out of the way for him to use the machine, continuing to try and hold a conversation with this guy.

“Do you come here often?” I asked, slanting my hips and popping a straw from a pile next to me, into the thick liquid. He shrugged, his golden curls bobbing as he did so, it made me giggle. “What the hell are you laughing at?” He asked, giving me a mean side glance. “Your hair kind of reminds me of a jellyfish.” I commented, covering my mouth with my hand to try and contain my laughter.

He, for some reason, didn’t find my comment funny or amusing in the slightest. “Oh fuck off, your hair makes you look like a lame ass lion!” He resorted, only resulting in me laughing harder. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it as an insult, if anything I’m jealous of your hair. It’s so curly and long, I envy you.” I said, trying to cover my mistakes with kindness. He only scoffed, shaking his head at me as he reached for a straw, I handed him one to save him from reaching past me.  

“Thanks, bye.” He mumbled so faintly I almost didn’t hear it. “You’re welcome, see ya.” I gave a small wave to which he only nodded his head at me, his eyebrows still knotted, and a tiny frown painted his lips. I gave one last smile as we both parted, going back to our friends. 

They all looked at me as if I was the devil himself, I gave them a concerned look as I sat back down. "Why are you all looking at me like you've just spoken to the devil?" I asked, trying hard not to make the silence awkward. 

"Because you were speaking to the person most people fear more than death, Pinball Vance Hopper." Julie said, her voice high pitched as she whisper-shouted at me, I scoffed. "You guys are so dramatic, he's not that bad when you actually talk to him." I said, crossing my arms over my chest. "My sister tried to ask him for a pencil, and he threatened to gouge her eyes out with it." Julie countered, still in disbelief. "He was probably just in a bad mood that day." I shrugged. 

Julie sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose tightly. "The point is that he didn't yell, scream or threaten you. That's weird, how the hell weren't you scared, especially after that argument you guys got into together!?" I twisted the straw in my drink. "I cleared things up with him, if I ever see him at the grab and go, I give him pinball money and he keeps me off his hit-list." I sighed, getting kind of annoyed at their disbelief to what happened, he isn't a monster, people just treat him like one. 

Julie's jaw hung low, she was about to come up with another excuse to make him sound like a horrible person, but I beat her to it. "Okay, he has his faults, and I can see why people fear him, but you do realize that he is a human too? Who is capable of human reactions and conversations?" I raised my eyebrow, slight sass in my voice, I didn't want to be rude, but they were being very over the top about this. 

"Yeah, it's just no one's ever seen him do that before, this is a once in a blue moon type thing. Anyway, let me get this straight, you bribed him with pinball money and now he's what? Your best friend?" I rolled my eyes with a light smile. "Not in the slightest, he just likes pinball and I pretty much pay him to not kill me, which if you think about it, is almost for free. Now, no more about the subject, he is still rude and snappy, so don't get ahead of yourselves." 

We began striking new conversations after that, giggling and chatting away until our food came. I don't like the fact that they made me out to be special because I had a conversation with a kid my age who knows how and likes to fight. It was just stupid and immature, I'm sure that if they went and tried making small talk, he would give the exact same answers to them as he did me. 

We all left for home after that, our belly's almost full and content. We had to end out little outing my getting some ice-cream on the way back, the small parlor almost inviting us in, it was too tempting.  

I got choc chip cookie dough, the best flavor, obviously. We all collectively shamed Brianna who got vanilla as her chosen favorite, she got all upset and defensive in the end, so we stopped and apologized, repaying her with a bite of each of ours. 

My mom was finally awake when we got home, she had stacked up some scary movies she recommended next to the tv, we began watching the first one in tense silence, just waiting for a jump-scare.  

I had completely forgotten about the previous events, and I was almost happy about it. 

[earthxangell]

message from your pet || pick-a-card reading

Take a few deep breaths and let your intution guide you towards a certain pile.  Choose a letter and read the meaning down below. 

Only for fun purposes. Take what resonates and leave everything else behind.

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Pile 1

Your connection: There’s definitely a very interesting situation going on, haha! I feel like you and your pet have completely different personalities if I would compare you to each other. You or them can be quite impulsive & reckless while the other is more steady, calm and mature about their presence. Like, one is bringing chaos & mess with them and the other is sitting there and silently judging this kind of behavior. It’s a very funny & wholesome connection, I completely adore you both for that.

Why you were brought together: You’re perfectly balancing each other with such difference between you two. It could’ve been quite hard at first, but you were guided to learn and take care of this pet in order to have this ‘balance’ in your life. Maybe you’re the person who lives alone and needed a friend, maybe you’re this mature and so-serious person that had to have a little fun in their life - whatever the case, your pet has entered your life when you most needed it and is planning to stay with you for a really long time. 

What your pet loves: Your pet absolutely adores having fun. They’re playful and quite lively too, they’re always moving around, running, jumping and etc. It’s like it’s never quiet when they’re near you and I’m also sensing that you like to mutter and tell them that they’re annoying but secretly love them with the whole heart. They know that you do and is telling me that you cannot trick them to think otherwise with this disgruntled face of yours! I’m also channeling message that they love treats with their whole heart so you should definitely give it to them more often.

What your pet fears: But there’s also a fear they’re delusional about your connection with them. They are very afraid to found out that you do not care for them as much as they do. Because they care and love you so so so much and are very thankful to be around you so it would be quite painful for them to find out that you do not feel the same. There’s also a message that they’re afraid that you’ll find a better option (another pet)...for some reason. I’m also sensing a worry that you tend to spend your days daydreaming quite often and not that grounded and present? I’m seeing this vision of someone laying down and lookind into one direction without blinking and your pet sitting near you, clearly worried. They’re saying that it’s totally okay to dream but spend so much time on dreaming can be quite unhealthy so they would like for you to work on that. 

How to help your pet: I feel like you do not like to show your weakness and true emotions. I’m also getting a feeling that you don’t like to deal with it even when you’re alone with yourself. Your pet is asking you to be honest with them and do not fear to go and hug them when you’re feeling sad or lost or weak. They love you no matter what and is hopeful that you can trust them more. They would also love it if you would show them your love and care more often - pet them, play with them, talk with them. Spend as much time as you can because you’re really special to them and they hope that they’re special to you too.

A message from your pet: Sometimes you can shy away from opportunities or spend a lot of time before making any action or decision because you don’t want to get in troubles and it’s hard for you to come out of your comfort zone. Your pet is encouraging you to take a leap of faith more often and believe that everything is going to be fine if you do so. They’re always here to support you when you need it so do not hesitate and be more brave and courageous with life.

Pile 2

Your connection: I feel like you two like to ‘poke’ and challenge each other sometimes? But there’s also a great admiration, trust and love between you two. It’s so comfortable & familiar here so you can try and ‘annoy’ each other from time to time? I honestly don’t know why I’m getting this message but I feel like this is your dynamic with them - lovingly testing each other limits out of boredom or pure interest. It’s very interesting and seems kinda fun as well? haha I’m sorry for rambling here. And I feel like both of you are enjoying this little games even if one of you are showing a completely different reaction. It’s a playful but at the same time soft and wholesome energy. 

Why you were brought together: You two were brought up together to understand and learn patience. You may have met your pet at the time when you had to start some sort of a project and a very long one (for example, before starting a college or working on some creation). Something where you have to learn to be patient about results and methodical about your actions and attitude towards this situation. There’s also a message that you may have met your pet when you’ve lost something and went through a pretty rought time, where you were lost and didn’t know what to do. Whatever the case - they were brought to you to serve as a remedy and make it a little bit easy for you to deal with problems. 

What your pet loves: It’s pretty simple - they love you. Your pet loves when you’re gentle with them and show your love to them. They also like to do the same for you. Your connection seems pretty harmonious and genuine. Both of you can understand each other needs and there’s like this mutual respect and agreement between you two. This is a very special connection right here and it’s undeniable for someone who sees your interaction for the first time. I’m also getting a message that they like to sleep in bed with you or in one room at least. They’re always around and don’t like to leave your side.

What your pet fears: If you tend to hold a grudge because of them or their actions - they’re very sorry. They don’t like when you’re mad or not talking/interaction or ignoring them. It makes them feel lost and upset and they honestly don’t know what to do if you act like that. Be a little bit easy on them, they love you very much. 

How to help your pet: First of all, there’s a strong message that they absolutely ADORE the sound of your voice so they would love if you could talk to them about anything you want from time to time. They also like to sleep while listening to your voice, so you can talk with them even if they’re taking a nap - it makes them calm and feel at ease. What I’m also getting is that your pet wants you to succeed in whatever field you’ve choosen for yourself - they want you to achieve the higher places and know that they see how hard you’re working and putting efforts into something you love. They adore you and want nothing but only the best for you. So the prime help that you can get for your pet - is to move forward and receive the success you deserve. They’re here for you from the very start of your jorney.

A message from your pet: They would like for you to not forget to rest and spend your time while raising vibrations - doing something you love throughout the day. Even if it’s a silly movie about superheroes or playing some game on your computer or your phone. You deserve to have fun and happiness. Never limit yourself when it comes to that. 

Pile 3

Your connection: Before I’ll start I want to say that I was channeling a message from the picture on this pile and you pet may be one of your spirit guides or a familiar. This is a very intuitive pile right here and your connection is much more than it seems. Okay, let’s move on. I feel like you and your pet like to spend time in solitude. What I’m also getting is that you or your pet like to be awake at night. There’s also a message that they can have dark fur color? Black, brown and etc. Something like that. Your connection with your pet is pretty special and has this healing nature that is quite hard to deny. I’m also getting that both of you are very quiet and steady. It’s like sitting in comfortable silence and doing whatever you want and it’s not awkward and bothering you. You’re doing your thing and they’re doing their thing.

Why you were brought together: You and your pet were brought together when you most it needed it. There some things that had to end for you and those endings were quite harsh and radical to say the least. And your pet is showing up as a hope right there - that everything will be all right and things will definitely get better because you’re not alone. You were brought together to move through these ‘hard’ times in comfortable presence of each other. They’re your silent support and stability that is always around and that is not going to disappear and leave you when everything is crumbling down around you. They’re this creature who doesn’t have to say anything for you to understand that they care. They’re just there. Always. And no one can replace them for that.

What your pet loves: The first message that I’m getting here is that they love night time and like to show activity at this time. They enjoy silence (like REALLY) and when no one tries to bother them. They have this quite lazy nature about them as well. They don’t like to move around that much and mostly sleep or just lay down the whole day. They’re also pretty smart and do not like to cause inconvenience. They just sleep, eat and sleep again. Pretty simple and pretty useful as I would say haha

What your pet fears: They don’t like when it’s noisy and crowdy. They enjoy and cherish their comfort zone and it really bothering you pet when someone tries to disturb them. They’re pretty scared of the noises and can get scared when it’s storming outside for example.

How to help your pet: Take a good care of them and be nice - they don’t want anything more than that. Also, they are really enjoy eating so if you could treat them with their favorite food or snacks more often - they would be quite happy. 

A message from your pet: When you feel like the world is falling apart around you, you have to understand that it’s not happening for nothing. There’s no such thing as a personal agenda from the Universe towards you. It’s for the better - so you could see that what you’ve lost is not meant for you from the very beginning. It’s a painful awakening but it’s a necessary one. You can move forward. And you will.

[fruitcoops]

Sometimes I forget that Leo is 19 and can’t drink in the states. I think he would get away with stealing drinks from the boys or having someone on the team order for him in public for a while but once the season’s started and people are actively watching the games, the bartenders and wait staff start to figure out who he is and catch him being sneaky

I only write drunkenness on a case-to-case basis because it squicks me out sometimes, but something about this ask really stuck with me. To @lalalasocks, I hope your sinuses feel better! Have some outside perspective of Coops to soothe the soul <3 SW credit goes to @lumosinlove!

TW for a drunken rookie (no explicit alcohol)

“Pots and I are going to take it up the left,” Sirius said, never taking his eyes off his whiteboard as he drew out the lines of the play. iPads were generally the more conventional tool, but he had a thing for tradition and Sirius Black’s flair for the dramatic never ceased to amaze. “Knutty?”

Leo nodded and leaned forward, swiping a drop of sweat off his temple with a glance toward the game as Talker flew past. “I’ll be in for the rest of the period as soon as Coach calls it.”

“Bien.” He tapped Remus’ shoulder pad with the end of his pen and marked a path up the other side. “Loops, the puck is coming to you fast, so you need to keep eyes on us. Once you get it, turn on the jets and get it in. Good?”

“Good,” Remus confirmed, bumping fists with James. Leo watched them with no small amount of surprise—even though Remus had only been a player for six months, their line was rock-solid. James was the powerhouse while Remus flashed down the ice; Sirius counterbalanced them both in the middle. He was grateful he wasn’t the one to see them coming at him on plays.

“1, 6, 7, 12!” Coach barked. Leo clenched his teeth around his mouthguard and got ready to hop the boards. A swish of skates, a bump of Kasey’s shoulder, and it was game time.

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“I love you,” Leo hiccupped, plopping himself down in Logan’s lap and tangling a hand in his dark curls. He went to kiss his cheek, then frowned. “Oh.”

“Hi,” Sirius laughed with a gentle pat his side. “Good night so far, Knutty?”

Leo made a face. “Where’s my Canadian?”

“I have no idea.”

His lip slid out even further into a pout. “He told me I could sit on his lap,” he whined plaintively, resting his head in the crook of Sirius’ shoulder with a heavy sigh. The bar was warm—a little too warm, actually—but it felt nice to be sitting on something soft rather than feeling the sticky floor under his sneakers. And there was one more reason he needed to find Logan, one other highly important thing… “An’ I gotta give him a kiss.”

“Do you want to go look for him?”

Leo made a noncommittal noise and swung his leg under the table absently, letting the alcohol in his system lift all his post-game tiredness away. His head hurt a little from being awake so long. “How ‘bout I stay here and wait?”

“I think it’s about time to get you home.”

Leo sighed again, picking at a string on the knee of his ripped jeans. “Am I squishing you?”

“Non.”

“Mmkay.” A bright square of light half blinded him and he squinted. “Who’re you texting?”

“Finn.”

“Why?”

“So that he can pick you up and get you home before you fall asleep on me,” Sirius said, quite amused for some reason. “Comfy, rookie?”

He shifted even closer into the warmth and closed his eyes. Usually he got horny when he drank, but that feeling had already passed and a nap was sounding awful nice. “I like it when you call me that. Hate when other people do it, but it’s different with you.”

Sirius gave his upper arm a light squeeze. “Glad to hear it.”

“Used to drive me nuts,” he snorted. “Those first couple’a weeks on the team were rough.”

“…why?”

“Cause I had a huge crush on you.”

Cozy silence fell between them until Sirius moved to look at him. Leo blinked sleepily. “You what?”

“Well, Kasey was my first crush, right? I had his jersey an’ his poster an’ he’s fucking hot, but you’re the captain.” Sirius was so nice to him. Not everyone would have let a 6’4” hockey player sit on their lap and wait for their boyfriends. At the moment, though, Sirius looked a bit like Leo had thrown ice water in his face. “And obviouslyFinn and Logan are my boys and I love them so much and they were sopretty when I met them but, y’know, it’s the thrill of the captain vibe.”

“Am I interrupting something?” a new voice asked through poorly-suppressed laughter.

Leo turned his head to look up with a smile. “Hey, Loops, how’re you?”

“Pretty good.” Remus shared a look with Sirius, grinning, before taking the seat next to them. “You two look…content.”

“Oh, fuck off,” Sirius said immediately, though Leo felt his chest hitch with a laugh; he tapped Leo lightly on the elbow a moment later. “Finn’s heading over, d’accord?”

“But I just got here,” he mumbled.

“You’re in my spot,” Remus teased, sliding a glass over. “Drink up, bud.”

Leo narrowed his eyes. “What is it?”

“Water.”

He thought for a second—he wasn’t thirsty, but his mouth was getting dry—and yawned, sitting up enough to stretch before grabbing it. In two gulps, it was gone. “Aw.”

Remus bit his lip and passed a different glass over. “You can have mine too, it’s okay.”

“How are both of you so nice?” he asked, looking between them in something like distress. The music was getting too loud, but they were both watching him intently. “It’s not even fair, man. Can’t you just be an asshole for once so the rest of us don’t look bad?”

Sirius shook his head and pressed the water cup into his hand. “Been there, done that. Do not recommend. Besides, the designated drivers don’t get to be mean.”

Leo felt a little better once the water was gone; he blinked slowly, scanning the crowds for any signs of Finn’s hair or Logan’s ass. Both were identifying features he would never get tired of. “Loops?”

“Yeah?”

“Why is your hair soft?”

“I—” He tilted his head to the side in confusion. “Have you ever touched my hair?”

He leaned back against Sirius, stretching his legs out until his knees popped. “No, but it looks soft. Like Finn’s, if Finn was blonder and had curls. Fluffy.”

“It’s very fluffy,” Sirius confirmed, pulling him up a little more.

“Hey!” Leo protested. “Watch the hands, your boyfriend is right there!”

Sirius rolled his eyes with a huff. “I was making sure you didn’t slide off the bench.”

“Sure,” Leo said with a suspicious glare. “Just ‘cause I won MVP for this game—”

“Okay,” Sirius groaned, standing and detangling his limbs to transfer Leo’s weight onto Remus. “I’m going to go get your boyfriends from wherever they got distracted, and then you’re going to go home and sleep so you’re not dying at practice tomorrow. Oui?”

He disappeared into the mass of people without giving Leo time to respond, wiping his hands on the thighs of his jeans as he craned his neck to see over people’s heads. “Rude,” Leo sulked, cuddling up into Remus’ side instead.

“I know, right?” He took a sip of something lemony and Leo pulled a face. “What?”

“Aren’t you DD?”

“Last I checked, DD’s are allowed to drink lemonade,” he laughed, patting the top of his head. “That was an awesome save in the third, by the way. You could’ve got the hat from that one alone.”

“Which one?” Leo yawned again, licking his lips to rid them of the stickiness he could feel forming.

“The splits one.”

“Mmm, yeah, that was pretty badass.” More people darkened his periphery and he scooted over to make room. “Hey, mes amours.”

“I hear you were bothering our dear captain?” Finn asked, kissing his cheek with a grin. There was no alcohol on his breath, only the mint from the peppermint candies he always stole from the little container by the bar. “Come on, baby, time to go.”

“But Loops and I were talking,” he whined, though it only took a small tug on Finn’s part to get him to snuggle up into his soft shirt. “He was telling me how good I did in the game.”

A warm hand stroked his hair out of his eyes; warmer lips brushed his forehead, and he felt Logan’s hand on his knee. “Bedtime, love,” he said in a quiet voice, almost too soft for Leo to hear over the noisy bar. “Wanna be in the middle?”

Leo looked up in hope. “Really?”

“Ouais. C’mon, Knutty, up you go.”

He wobbled a little as he stood, but got his feet under him within a few moments with the help of Finn’s arm around his waist and waved off everyone else’s offered help. “Gonna be fine for practice,” he promised, patting Sirius’ hand with a nod. “Totally fine, don’t worry. Go—hic—go grind on your boyfriend, ‘kay? You both need it.”

“Sweet Jesus,” Sirius muttered. “I pity your head in the morning.”

“I’m fine,” Leo scoffed. He was already sleepy—there was no way he would have a headache, not after he had two whole glasses of water. “G’night.”

“Drive safe,” Sirius and Remus chorused as Logan fit himself under Leo’s other arm to kiss his neck twice, sending butterflies through his stomach. The outside world was nice and quiet; Leo barely got himself buckled into his seat before dozing off with his head against the cool passenger window.

[kamino-blues]

for your 200 follower drabbles (congrats by the way!) i would like to request one with Wolffe please! Wolffe is very much an ‘I hate everyone but you’ kind of person who’s only nice to his significant other so if you could write something like that it would be super cool!

Warnings: Soft! Wolffe, pre-relationship (but basically acting as though they are in one), hugs

Word Count: 861

Note: Thank you boo!! 😊 Ok so I love that 'I hate everyone but you' energy, the characters I tend to have crushes on usually have that vibe... Needless to say I have a big crush on Wolffe and this prompt gave me the perfect excuse to write for him so thank you again <3 I might have accidentally strayed a little bit from the prompt,, but I just wanted to write as much cute stuff for Wolffe as I could!

It was barely noticeable at first. The softened gazes Wolffe would send you, the ghost of his hand hovering over your back as he navigated with you through the halls of the cruiser. The ‘Are you ok?' he would quietly ask after brutal missions. They were moments that happened quickly, and then vanished after seconds.

As time progressed, these moments grew longer and occurred much more often. The small smiles as you told Wolffe stories, him bringing you caf in the morning, him joining you in your office as you both worked on battle reports late into the night.

Wolffe still had his snark, that was never going to go away, but when you were in his presence he would tone it down a little. You were both comfortable in each other's presence, and Wolffe was starting to open up a lot more to you.

So your interactions continued evolving, to the point where Wolffe was even comfortable with physical touches (which completely blew the minds of the people around the both of you). Which led to where you were now, both of you unsure what your relationship truly was.

Your daydreaming about your favorite Commander almost caused you to run into a shiny, and after exclaiming an apology you came back to your senses.

Speaking of the devil, Wolffe wasn't that far ahead of you in the hall. You had no idea how you managed to not notice, but you were grateful that you finally did.

Quickening your pace, you moved through the crowded hallway to catch up with him. Lightly you grabbed onto his right arm, causing him to tense before seeing that it was you.

“Wolffe! I’ve been looking all over for you!” You announced, looking up at the taller man. Wolffe raised an eyebrow at you, leaning into your touch.

“Oh really?” You nodded eagerly, squeezing his arm before letting go, falling into step with him.

“It’s been a while since I saw you, how did the mission go?” Wolffe’s gaze softened, still not used to how much you cared for him.

“I’ll tell you over battle reports later, I have to go to a meeting. I’ll meet you at your office in a little bit, I promise.” Wolffe gave your shoulder a light squeeze, before he started to go his separate way. A small smile slipped over his lips as he heard you yell ‘bye!’ as you walked away.

“Seems like you’ve got it bad commander~” Sinker declared with a smirk as he and Boost approached.

Wolffe’s smile quickly turned into a glare as he elbowed Sinker in the ribs, moving to slip his helmet on. He ignored Boosts laughter as they headed for the meeting room.

“I seriously hate both of you,” Wolffe growled under his breath, causing the two of them to laugh to themselves even more.

As you walked away you couldn’t help but have a smile slip over your face. The bond you had with Wolffe was unspoken, but you both knew that there was something there.

So as you slipped into your office, moving to your desk, you couldn’t help the butterflies that fluttered in your chest.

A few hours passed, and you were starting to doze off. Wolffe probably didn't realize how long the meeting was going to take, but you got a huge chunk of your work done so you couldn't complain.

You felt your eyes drifting close, and you weren't able to stop yourself from resting your eyes. You were scheduled to work whenever Wolffe got here, so a little rest wouldn't hurt.

Sleeping at your desk was surely not what Wolffe was expecting when he walked into your office, two cups of caf in his hands. A chuckle slipping from his lips, he stepped forward, trying not to make that much noise as he placed the cups onto your desk.

Slipping his helmet off, putting it on the floor next to the chair that he claimed all those months ago when he first met you. Wolffe honestly did not want to wake you, watching you for a few moments as he debated on what to do.

In the end he walked to your side, bending down so that he was at your eye level. Wolffe lightly shook your shoulder, another chuckle slipped from his lips as you slowly opened your eyes, giving him a groan.

“Cyare, I didn’t take you as one to nap on the job,” Wolffe teased with a smirk. You let out a sigh, picking your head out of your arms, stopping when you realized how close you were to him.

“Well that was before you made me wait 3 hours!” You teased back, frowning when Wolffe moved to stand up. He offered you his hand, and you took it quickly. You expected him to let go once you were up, but he just pulled you towards him, wrapping his arms around you.

A large smile slipped onto your face as you wrapped your arms around him. You felt him relax, resting his chin on your head as he muttered a small 'I'm sorry' into your hair.

“But I can possibly forgive you…” You trailed off as you closed your eyes, relaxing in his embrace.

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ain't it fun? | Part five

Summary: reader just needs an NA meeting before they have a meltdown, they end up with the best friend they could ever make.

Warnings: pregnancy, chronic illness, spencer's career chance - he's a high school teacher now, they have a 1-year-old, smut at the end but not graphic.

word count: 2.8k

a/n: I imagine this is in season 10, so they've been together at least 7 years-ish now, I just jumped well into the future because I wanted to! also, Cordelia's nickname is Edie and pronounced Ee-dee !!

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“No.”

Spencer sighs, “are you going to like any of my suggestions?”

“When you give me a baby name that isn’t from some weird old male book character, then yes, I’ll take them into consideration,” she replies, hand on her stomach as she lays back against the pillows.

She was huge, 9 months pregnant and so, so close to the finish line. She was swollen and in pain and exhausted. Going off every single medication and recreational drugs to make a life was a commitment and a half, she was doing well but she was so ready to be done. To do a few more months of breastfeeding and then go back on her medications.

Spencer was terrific. He was googling and asking Penelope to research things, he had called doctors he knows and friends and did everything in his power to find a way to ease her pain even before they got pregnant. He’s taken the last 3 months off of work and he doesn’t know when he’ll go back. He has just been so, so incredible the whole time.

Naming a child was hard. You had to not only think about all the nicknames and what their initials spell, but you also had to think about how they’ll like it; if it’ll fit their personality and spirit. And most of all, is it going to get them bullied? There are some terrible kid names. Like Richard… how do you name a newborn Richard?

“I want something meaningful with a nice nickname and works with our names and her siblings,” she whispered towards him. “They need to all work together.”

“What are some of your favourites?” He asks, moving in closer and finding a way to cuddle in with her and her pregnancy pillow who has all but replaced him lately.

“I like earthy names, like Lennox, Juniper, Aspen, Elowen,” her voice is really soft, she bites her lip at the end as she thinks them over again. “And old things like Cordelia and Winnifred.”

“Which one sounds the best with Reid?”

“I like Cordelia Reid the most, and then we can call her Edie and I was thinking you can pick her middle name?” She’s been thinking about it for a while, but too afraid to know his opinions.

“Cordelia means core in Latin, which makes sense cause she already has my heart,” Spencer teased, he has made it very clear that their little girl is going to be spoiled, loved and a daddy's girl.

He took all his fears of being a bad dad and threw them out the window. He knew that just being there was all he wanted from his dad, and so that’s what he was going to do. He left the BAU for the time being, he was doing the odd lecture at the academy and answering calls for cases. They couldn’t just stop using his brain, there were some things too pressing to not ask the walking computer, but other than that, he was done.

He was looking into other jobs for when he finally decides to go back, he was unsure how long of a paternity leave he wanted. He was really content with just staying home all the time now, but he did miss going out and being useful during the days. The job he was most interested in, however, was a high school teacher.

A prep school in DC is looking into adding an Anthropology, Psychology and Sociology course to their curriculum, and they wanted Spencer. They thought he would be perfect for the seniors, he is fun and young and attentive, he can control a room and keep them entertained, and he’s probably the best teacher a kid could get.

It was going to make him a good dad too.

“I think Jade is a nice middle name,” he adds after thinking it over for a few minutes.

“Cordelia Jade Reid,” she says the full name for the first time and it just feels right, like they already know her.

—

She was very calm for a newborn baby.

She liked to just look around and blink, she licked her lips a lot and she was constantly breaking out of her swaddle. She was always happy to have cuddles with her dad and she pooped every night at exactly at 3 am, without fail. She didn’t cry a lot, but when she did it was still wonderful to hear.

They were so in love with her, she was absolutely perfect for them. She fit right into their sleeping schedule and their life, she ate like a pro, she slept most of the night and she was growing way too fast for their liking.

One day they’re crying over the fact they made a life in a tiny little hospital room, and the next thing they know she’s about to turn 1.

She’s sitting in bed with Y/N, she’s sitting in her lap with two handfuls of hair and a story to tell. She’s been babbling so much lately, she hears them talking all the time and she wants to join so badly. They indulge her, asking her to continue her thoughts and gasping at her gossip.

“No way, and what did you do next?!” She asked the little one sat in her lap.

Edie babbled on once more, smacking her tongue on the roof of her mouth as she pushed air past her vocal cords, humming and making the funniest sounds. She went on and on, she was so enthusiastic, like her father, as she waved her arms around to make her point.

“That is so fascinating, you are so cool, little Edie,” Y/N hyped her up, smiling at her as she leaned in close and pressed their noses together.

Cordelia laughed and it finally made Spencer giggle too, he had been watching from the doorway as his ‘wife’ and daughter talked in bed. They were best friends already, always talking and snuggling, learning or reading together. She was always happy when she was with one of them, she was needy and snuggly and very co-dependent but they didn’t mind, they preferred all the attention from her.

“Look who’s home,” Y/N whispered and Cordelia shot a glance towards the door, she smiled and screamed as she saw him.

“Hi Edie!” He waves at her with a smile, he takes his bag off and places it by the dresser followed by his blazer.

He gets into the bed and she instinctively reaches for a hug. He wraps her up and she snuggles right into his neck, with a fistful of his shirt, she just holds him there. She didn’t understand why he wasn’t home all day anymore, she missed him for lunch and at nap time but she loved the new routine of a snuggle when she woke up and he got home.

Spencer leans back against the pillows beside Y/N, turning his head to capture a kiss from her lips. They always just spend a quick second kissing when he gets home, even if it’s just a peck or a full-on passionate make-out, he always kisses her when he comes home. He smiles at the end of the kiss, pulling her into a hug too.

“I love Fridays,” he whispers, “Edie do you know what Fridays mean?”

She pulls away and sits up, she loves to listen to him. “Friday is the last day of the school week, which means I get to spend 2 whole days with my favourite people now.”

Edie smiled, almost like she understood what he meant, and then she was talking again, it was completely incomprehensible but they imagined she was telling him about her day.

“You forgot the part where we went to the park,” Y/N added.

Cordelia looked at her with wide eyes, “dada,” was the only word she said before babbling on again and they both stopped.

“Did she just?” Spencer was shocked and frozen still after asking.

Y/N sat up and looked right into Cordelia’s eyes, “who is that?” She pointed at Spencer.

“Dada!” She said it again and they were suddenly all squealing, even Cordelia was suddenly excited as she kept screaming dada over and over again.

“Can you say, mom? Or mama? Mummy?” Spencer tried his hardest to find an easy way for her to say it.

“Mumm,” she pushed her lips together to hum her M sound and Spencer was floored, he bounced her up and down a small amount as they cheered.

“Smartest girl in the world!” Spencer cheered her on before pulling her into another hug.

Y/N was crying softly, little tiny dreams that she didn’t even know she had were coming true every single day with them. She knew she wanted to be a mom when she was growing up, all those dreams died when her illness got worse and they all warned her that having kids would put her at risk of being moneyless and that working wasn’t an option to even support them. Let alone the threat of them taking them away just because of her autism or depression possibly being considered ‘too bad’ to care for them.

Spencer took all those fears and he kicked them out. Every day she got to experience the most precious gifts the world had to offer, her daughter was perfect and her husband was incredible. Together they were a perfect little family that ran on trust, love, and communication. Always talking, always hugging, always there for each other.

—

They crawl into bed much later than they expected to. Cordelia didn’t want to go to bed, she was trying her hardest to keep staying awake to spend time with them but eventually, sleep won. They finally placed her in her crib with her white noise and her complete darkness and closed her door for the next few hours of peace.

They both let out a deep sigh before rolling to face one another. “How was your day?” He asks, like always.

“Good,” she smiles, “I think having a kid and getting on her schedule was the best thing I’ve ever done actually, cause I’m sleeping on time, I’m eating when she does and I’m outside a lot more. She’s given me this purpose and it’s rewarding on my body.”

Spencer moves in so he can kiss her nose, “I love hearing that.”

“How was your class today?” She asks back, loving his little stories about all the 17 and 18-year-olds that were fascinated by him. As well as the kids who thought it was cool to try and pick on him before getting the shit verbally kicked out of them in front of the whole class.

It was interesting seeing him in a form of authority, he never really took charge at the BAU, she’s never seen him yell at his friends and he’s never really yelled at her either. He’s been incredibly calm, so to see him verbally tear someone apart by acknowledging their biggest flaws to make sense of why they feel the need to bully, it was pretty intense.

“They were a lot better today, they enjoyed the lesson and the kids that were giving me trouble skipped, I guess he really didn’t appreciate me calling him out that bad on Tuesday,” Spencer smirked, rolling his eyes like he cared.

“I still can’t believe that he thought it was okay to call you names in front of other students, where is the respect these days?”

“Well,” he’s about to do what he always does. He can never be truly mad at someone because he knows why everyone does what they do and that they can’t help it. “In his file, it says his parents are newly divorced, we get a list of all the kids information on the attendance like allergies and things, but also small info like life changes in case they act out.”

“Doesn’t mean he can call you the f slur,” she whispers, “all because you wore a purple shirt?”

“If I met his father I’d probably get an answer for that,” he adds, “if he’s afraid to show his emotions around his son, it’s probably why his son thinks colours are gay.”

It makes her laugh, “you look hot in purple too so I don’t see the problem?”

“Do I?” He teases, getting in even closer and pressing their bodies together.

She rolls her eyes before wrapping her arms around him and leaning forward for a quick kiss, “I think you look sexy all the time.”

He kisses her as a thank you, “I think the same about you.”

“Even when I haven’t showered in 2 days because she cries if she can’t see me and she cries if she gets wet?” Y/N laughed, annoyed but in love with their little monster at the same time.

“Always,” he reminds her. “I love you.”

“I love you too,” she kisses him again after.

There are probably a million more things to share from the day, but they spend their time kissing instead. It’s been too long since they’ve just rolled around in the sheets making out like they did in the beginning. Before they ever had sex, before they had kids and a house and a love as strong as they do now.

A part of them missed the early days when everything was new and exciting, but she also loved the fact that they knew each other so well that they didn’t have to communicate anymore. They ran like 1 unit, always completing the other person's thoughts, needs and wants. They were so unbelievably happy.

She wants him badly and he wants her just as much, and he’s about to take her when she pulls back. “Nope, as much as I love her I can’t get pregnant again for at least another year.”

It makes him laugh as he pulls away and rolls over to look through his nightstand for a condom, “it wouldn’t be that bad?”

“You carry it then, seahorse it up,” she teased. “I like being back on my medicine, I need some time to be okay before I go through all that again.”

Once he’s all situated in the latex and back between her legs, he hovers over her, so close that their lips are touching ever so slightly. “I am fine if it’s just the three of us forever.��

“I’m not,” she smiles, “there will be 4 of us one day, just not today.”

With that, she’s pulling him into another kiss as he pushing inside. It’s a feeling she’s accustomed to but will never be used to, it’s a stretch that shouldn’t be as intoxicating as it is. She holds him closer as she plays with his tongue in her mouth.

He was so good at everything he did, especially the sex. He knew every single part of her body now and exactly how to push all her buttons the right way. She could live in the moment of his pumping in and out of her while his thumb circled her clit and his other hand groaned her breasts. Eventually, he kissed down her throat and she was a mess of breathy moans and low gasps.

Writing in the sheets, her legs wrap around him as she tried to pull him in even closer. It was impossible to get closer but he was still too far away, she wanted to absorb him and live in him forever. He was her safe place and she never wanted to be anywhere else.

As her orgasm bubbled, so did his. The both of them gasping and panting, she whined as she breached the edge and gripped his back, “Spence!”

“That’s it, sweetheart,” he whispered before fucking into her harder and faster, pushing her through it as he reached his own.

His movements on her clit never stopped and suddenly one felt like two and she wasn’t sure when the rush was going to stop and she didn’t care when it did. It was powerful, soothing and euphoric. A high she could live in for a while and return to it without problem as long as she had him.

He came with a small moan, trying to keep quiet as he muffled it into her neck, stilling his hips on his last thrust and dropping onto her more. Her hands were all over his back as she pressed kisses to his forehead, coming down but not wanting the love to stop there.

The love was never going to stop there for them. Their love was never-ending, and somehow as she held him there in her arms and felt his breath on his neck, she turned to see the baby monitor with their peaceful child sound asleep down the hall, she loved him even more now somehow.

Loving Spencer Reid was like falling down a bottomless pit. She never knew when she was going to reach the end, but she was content with falling.

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Suga, We’re Going Down

part 14

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Y/N was frozen like a deer in the headlights as Yoongi stared her down, arms crossed over his chest. It would have been better if he yelled, but he was eerily calm.  His tone was low and even, and she wasn’t sure if it was because of the sleeping toddler or because he was actually calm, but there was something absolutely terrifying about that calm tone. It was far too similar to the tone she used with Eun Jae when he misbehaved. 

“When were you going to tell me?” 

“I… um… I didn’t think it mattered?” she winced, hating how small and timid she sounded. 

He quirked a brow, looking utterly unimpressed. “You didn’t think it mattered? You didn’t think a child mattered?” 

“Not to our arrangement.” 

He sighed heavily sitting himself down on her sofa and beckoning her over. She remained frozen, much to his disappointment. “I don’t think you want to make me wait, angel.” he growled. When she still didn’t move, he tapped his thigh spurring her to action. 

She scampered across the room, taking a seat beside him, fidgeting under the weight of his gaze. 

“Now, why did you hide Eun Jae from me?” he asked, hating the way she flinched at the question. With a heavy sigh, he lifted her chin, forcing her to meet his gaze. “Did you think I would cancel the contract if I knew you had a child? He is yours isn’t he? Well, not biologically, but still.” 

“Please, don’t. I need… I need this job. I can’t…” tears started to well up in her eyes. “I can’t lose this job. I have to take care of my family. I have to...” he didn’t like the panicked tone or the frightened eyes. She should never be frightened of him, not his angel.

“It’s alright, angel.” he shushed her. “Tell me about Eun Jae.”

 “He’s… my son. Well, he’s my sister’s child, biologically. I adopted him after she abandoned him.” she whispered, moving her gaze to the floor. “And where is your sister?” 

“I don’t know.” she murmured, feeling ashamed even though she logically knew she didn’t have anything to be ashamed of. She wasn’t her sister. Her family did not define her, but there was something very intimidating about Yoongi’s gaze. “No one’s heard from her since he was born.” 

“What about the father?” 

Yoongi was quick to notice the flash of distaste that passed over her features at the question. 

“He isn’t in the picture.” 

He paused for a moment, contemplating this new information as it suddenly clicked. He knew exactly who Eun Jae looked like. “It’s that bastard from the club isn’t it?” 

The way she flinched as he squeezed her thigh was enough confirmation of that, and Yoongi found himself disliking the man even more. He was grateful that there was so much of his angel in the little boy. He looked like her, but there was something in the shape of his nose and the set of his mouth that was undeniably similar to the man from the club. He had his angel’s eyes though. 

“Why did you cancel on me yesterday?” he questioned, keeping a keen eye on her, soaking up all of her reactions. 

“Taehyung showed up at the park yesterday.” she admitted. 

“The father.” 

“Eun Jae doesn’t have a father.” she hissed, and Yoongi was pleased to note the contempt in her tone. That was good. She shouldn’t be acknowledging men who weren’t him. “He’s never even met Eun Jae before.” 

“Before yesterday.” she looked over to her sleeping child nervously, as though she was worried he was going to disappear, and Yoongi was quick to pull her to him, pulling her attention back to him. He didn’t like seeing her distressed, and it was clear that whatever had happened yesterday had distressed her. “What happened at the park?” He needed more information if he was going to fix the situation. He couldn’t have someone distressing his woman or his child. 

“He just showed up. I don’t know how he knew we were there.” she whispered, shuddering at the memory, her words rushing together as she tried to explain herself. Not only had she lied to Yoongi, but she’d been in contact with another man, one that Yoongi had already expressed a clear dislike for. With his possessive nature, it was in her best interest to clear the air as quickly as possible. “He’s not supposed to know where we are. He doesn’t have any rights. He and his family wanted nothing to do with Eun Jae when Ha Jin got pregnant. They even signed away the parental rights. I had no idea he was going to show up.” 

“He wanted to see Eun Jae?” she nodded, clearly uncomfortable with the memory. “You didn’t agree to let him see him?” 

“No. I told him at the club I didn’t want him near Eun Jae.” 

Yoongi couldn’t help the thrill that went up his spine at that. She hadn’t wanted that bastard meeting her son, but she had allowed him into her home, allowed him near her child. She’d cooked for him as well. God, he loved her cooking. 

“And he came anyway?” she nodded again, shuddering and prompting Yoongi to pull her into his lap loving the adorable little ‘eep’ it elicited from her. “He’s not going to come near you again. Do you understand me?” 

“I can’t make him stay away. I don’t have…”

“I will keep him away.” he interrupted, squeezing her thigh possessively. “I can’t have him near my girl.” 

She sighed, scrubbing a hand over her face. “I don’t know if you can keep him away. He’s from a powerful family. He already said the police wouldn’t care if I called them on him.”

“He threatened you?” Yoongi growled, unintentionally tightening his grip on her, and she made another squeak like noise of distress. 

“I threatened him.” he smirked, proud of her for that. Of course his angel knew she wasn’t supposed to entertain other men. “It just didn’t work.”  she muttered playing with the hem of her shirt. “I don’t even know how he knew where we lived, that we would be at the park.” 

Yoongi tutted, shushing her as he tipped her chin up so she was looking at him again. “He’s not going to find you again.” 

“You don’t know that.” 

“Of course I do.” He scoffed, releasing her chin. “We’re getting you a new apartment.” 

“What?” her eyes were wide and owlish as she stared at him. 

“He knows where you lived. He accosted you and your son at the park. You can’t stay here.” he scoffed, explaining the situation to her as though she was the child in this apartment. 

“This is all I afford.” She released a scoff of her own, moving to get off his lap, but Yoongi was quick to hook an arm around her waist keeping her firmly in place. 

“And what makes you think you’ll be paying for the new apartment?” he raised one dark brow questioningly. 

She paused, scanning his features to see if he was joking or not. He wasn’t. “I can’t ask you to do that.” 

“You didn’t ask, and neither am I. I can’t have some bastard sniffing around my girl, especially not when there’s a child involved.” 

Y/N stared at him, not quite understanding why he was doing this. He didn’t owe her anything. He probably should have canceled the arrangement the moment he figured out she was a single mother, but he didn’t. Instead he was talking about moving her and her son into a new apartment. It didn’t make sense. 

“You don’t have…”

“It’s not up for debate, angel.” he huffed out something resembling a laugh from his nose. “I don’t like the idea of another man skulking around what’s mine, and I don’t think you like the idea of him being near the kid.” She couldn’t really argue with that. “No, arguing.” 

“But…”

“Angel.” immediately, her mouth clicked shut. “I’m assigning Jackson to you as a full time bodyguard.” 

“That’s not,” 

“Not up for debate.” his glare had her quickly shutting up again. “I protect what’s mine, and you, angel, are mine.” 

“But I…”

Yoongi gripped her chin again, his grip firmer this time, squeezing her jaw. “Who do you belong to, angel?” 

“Well, you…” she responded a little hesitantly with the words she knew he wanted to hear. 

“Of course you’re mine, and since you’re mine, you’re mine to protect, so don’t worry your pretty little head about this.” 

He pulled her in, placing a quick kiss to her lips before letting her retreat a little bit, even though he wouldn't let her off his lap. 

“It’s still too much.” she protested, her face pinched with worry, an expression Yoongi didn’t like to see on her face. His angel should never have to worry over anything. 

“It’s my job to take care of you.” he purred, pulling her into him so that she was leaning against his chest, her head nestled on his shoulder. “Just like your job is to take care of me and the kid. I’ll have a new apartment ready for you by the end of the weekend. Jackson is going to keep an eye on you, make sure that no crazy fans or that bastard bother you, and you, angel, are going to call me if he comes snooping again.” he ordered. 

She sighed, sinking further into his embrace. She’d been so on edge since yesterday. It felt nice to be held and have someone else making plans. She knew she should protest more. She knew it was odd, but she was so tired, and she wanted Eun Jae safe. Yoongi was offering them safety. 

“I want you and the kid to stay with me at the penthouse for the rest of the weekend.” 

“What?” she sat up a little, staring at him with wide eyes. That was a request she certainly wasn’t expecting. 

“Do you want that bastard to show up again?” 

He could see the conflict raging. It was written all over her face, but he knew her. He knew she was a sweet woman. He knew how much she loved her family, and she was a good mother. That was more than clear from the short time he’d spent with her and the kid. 

“No.”she admitted, voice soft and timid. 

“Once he’s up from his nap, you’ll back a bag, and we’ll head back to mine.” 

“I can’t ask you to,” 

“And what makes you think I’m asking, angel?” God, he loved those doe eyes of hers, and they seemed so much bigger now as she stared at him. He could have done without the stress he could see in them though. “It’s just for two days.” 

“I take him back to Halmeoni tomorrow night.” she murmured. “She watches him during the week.”

He hummed, nodding in understanding. “Then it’s only for a night.” 

“Eomma!” a sleepy voice called distracing both of them. Y/N was cursing how short that nap had been. He was going to be tired and cranky later. Toddlers needed naps, almost as much as their mothers needed the break those naps provided. 

The toddler padded over to them climbing onto the sofa and then proceeded to climb into their laps wedging himself between them, flopping back against Yoongi’s chest sleepily. 

“Cuddle pile?” he asked, clutching his dinosaur plush to his chest. 

“Yeah, buddy. Eomma and I were just cuddling.” Yoongi reassured the toddler, gently ruffling his sleep mussed hair. “How do you feel about a sleepover with me and eomma?” he asked, not waiting for Y/N to object. 

“Can we have ice cream?” Eun Jae asked, perking up immediately. 

“Of course. We can build a fort too, but you and Eomma need to pack a bag.” 

The toddler was quick to climb off of them, dragging his mother with him, chattering about what kind of ice cream he wanted as he decided what toys he wanted to bring. 

A slow smirk spread across his face as he pulled out his phone watching his angel pack herself and her son for the weekend. He had arrangements to make. He had a family to protect after all. 

part 15

[haitanizzz]

!contains tokyo revengers manga spoilers!

cw: angst, swearing, alcohol mention, slight violence, blood/bruises mention, slight sa? (non-consensual kiss), spelling errors

characters: draken and inui

summary: draken gets drunk and got his ass into a fight. inui picks him up and takes care of him but draken can't seem to move on from emma. inui can't tell the difference between platonic and romantic attraction, kinda one-sided love?, draken basically being depressed lol also set in the timeline where they own a bikeshop together

note: i don't ship them but i don't have anything against the ppl who do, i just thought their relationship was a great angst material :) i rushed the end a bit tho cuz i was getting out of ideas lol hope you enjoy!! also big thanks to the people who requested from us and we're a bit slow, but we're working on them don't worry!<3

-L

"hey inui! inui! seishu are you okay?"

draken was having it rough for a few days now, his nightmares about emma coming back to him each night like a curse from the past. inui noticed that his friend was more tense around him or when draken would hesitate to call out to him, but he didn't say anything since he knew that mental health was a touchy subject for his partner because of a certain girl. he was having a hard time ignoring it though as it left a bad taste in his mouth, but he didn't know why. is it because draken is his dear friend or maybe it is because he was in love? ken was so nice to him and he was his friend because he was inui seishu and not somebody else, right? he was so lost in his thoughts he didn't even hear draken call out to him.

"huh?"

"i've called out to you 3 times already! you look like you've been stressing so much lately-"

"oh no, no! im totally fine don't worry about it, i was just daydreaming a little bit!" he said as he let out an awkward laugh.

draken flashed him a gentle smile and patted his back.

"if you say so! but don't hesitate to ask for anything if you're not feeling well, aight?"

"got it boss"

"hey! i told u stop with that!" he playfully scolded inui as both of them began laughing. "anyways i just wanted to ask if you could close the shop today? i'm going out with some friends to drink, so.."

"of course! you can count on me, just give me the keys and you can go!

"thanks inupi! i owe you one!"

it was already dark outside when draken began to pack his things and passed the keys to inui.

"don't forget to close it or i'll beat ya ass if anything is missing tomorrow!"

"yeah yeah, just go already!" inui said as he pushed his friend through the door of their office.

"see you tomorrow seishu! "

he woke up to his ringtone, phone buzzing on the table as he got up and tried to wipe the sleep from his eyes. he didn't even have the energy to look at who was calling him so he just picked it up.

"yeah! see ya!" he sighed and almost slammed the door shut on accident. he was nervous but why? he could feel a pit in his stomach like when something bad is about to happen but he ignored the feeling and chose to dose off for a small nap on the sofa that was in the office.

-

"hello?" he answered the phone with a groggy voice.

"hey inui! sorry to call you this late but i need you to come here!"

"kazutora? it's not often that you call me, what's wrong?" he was dumbfounded that kazutora callled him as they barley even kept contact with each other.

"it's draken."

"what?"

"that idiot got drunk and punched a dude."

"oh god, again? " inui pinched the bridge of his nose not wanting to get up and drive there because he didn't like dealing with drunk people especially when it was ryuguji who got drunk. "im coming don't worry, thanks for giving me a call kazutora.

"thanks inui, we're at the new bar, just 2 streets down. we'll wait for you at the entrance!" kazutora said and immediately hang up.

"i swear that dumbass is going to be my death one day.." inui murmured and grabbed his jacket and the keys to his bike. "thank god it's not that far, just 2 streets down or i wouldn't even go to get his drunk ass."

the engine of his motorbike roared as he stopped in front of a bar, that had neon lights around it. everything was so bright he got a little dizzy and almost had to close his eyes. he spotted kazutora and draken sitting together at a random shop's staircase that was next to the bar. he got up from his bike and began walking towards them and it was when he got closer, that's when he noticed the blood sitting on draken's white shirt and bruises all over his face.

"what the fuck happened?!"

the two of them jumped at inui's voice not expecting him to shout at them.

"sorry to drag you out to get him this late, i could've bring him home myself but chifuyu and the others are still in there and im kinda worried what would they do when there's nobody to look out for them." kazutora said as he slightly bowed his head as an apology.

"don't worry about it man, don't apologize." inui gave kazutora a slight smile as he took draken's arm around his shoulder to make sure he wouldn't fall. "i'll be taking him home now..thanks for looking out for him."

"it's nothing. have a safe drive and call me if something is up!"

"yeah will do!" inui said as he began walking back to his bike with now draken slumped over him. it was very strange that draken wasn't talking at all, he was usually very loud.

"im not a kid you know? i can take care of myself inupi."

"oh so you now know how to talk? and it didn't seem like you were doing so good, so just shut up and let me drive you home!"

draken let out a laugh as he sat on the back of the motorcycle and grabbed the spare helmet.

"aight, aight! just don't be so loud, my head is killing me.."

"i wonder why?" inui scoffed as he sat on the front. "just make sure you don't fall off or you'll have to go to the hospital by yourself."

the drive to draken's apartment was quiet. none of them talked, the only thing that was making noise was the motorbike and those few cars that passed them. they were almost there when inui felt arms wrap around his waist and felt some weight on his left shoulder and he tensed under draken's touch, his heart hammering in his chest.

"i swear to god if you puke on me-"

"are you mad?" draken's voice was soft, almost like when a child got caught stealing candies.

inui didn't answer not knowing what to say to a question like that so he just kept quiet.

they soon arrived to draken's apartment complex and inui parked his bike.

none of them said a word and seishu helped his friend up the stairs, then to his door. keys jingled as draken searched his pockets and struggled to fit the key to his door inside the keyhole. inui gently pushed him away and opened the door and draken almost immediately went and crashed on the couch. seishu shaked his head and closed the door behind him, took off his shoes then followed draken to his livingroom.

"come on man, we need to get you patched up and change! i promise you can sleep all you want after we're done." draken just groaned and put his head on inui's shoulder s a sign to help him to his bedroom.

"i think the booze is really starting to get to me.." draken said as his words were slightly slurred from the alcohol he had consumed. inui helped him up and staring walking towards draken's room and sat him down onto the bed and turned on the lights. draken hissed at the sudden brightness and inui just let out a chuckle then went to the bathroom to get the first-aid kit. he came back with the box and sat next to draken and grabbed his chin.

"come on this gonna hurt a bit, but i'll be as careful and quick as i can so bear with it 'kay?" the tatted male just hummed as an answer and inui took it as a sign to start cleaning his bruises. he started dabbing under his eye first, then right under his jaw with careful movements. draken didn't seem to be giving any reaction so he just continued until his eyes sat on his slightly busted lip. seishu looked away for a moment then went to dab the sanitizer on his lip when draken took a hold of his wrist and he dopped the cottonball he was holding.

"what's wro-" seishu's words were cut off when draken kissed him. inui's whole body froze as memories from his high school years started to pry at his mind and tears filled his eyes. he didn't know what to do. was it the right thing that he just sat there without doing anything but his hands shaking? he will never know the answer to that. he only came back to reality when draken pulled away and smiled at him with red dusting his cheeks, inui didn't know if it was from the alcohol or because draken was embarrassed.

"i love you..emma." draken whispered against inui's neck and passed out. seishu couldn't process what was happening and his chest started to hurt. he quickly pushed draken off of him (who surprisingly didn't even budge) and stood up with wide eyes, tears threatening to spill out of them. he didn't even bother to pack the first aid kit as he was almost running to the door. he slammed the shop's keys on draken's kitchen island and left.

-

the next morning draken woke up with a headache.

"..what happened?" he said as he looked through his room, the first-aid kit on the floor. he tried to remember what happened last night as he went to get dressed for work.

he was confused when inui didn't came to work that day.

[thatrandomwriter]

Returning the favor

Merle x female reader, reader saves Merle’s life after he cuts off his hand

Warnings: sexual language, slight gore, cursing

A banging at the door made me jump awake - I never slept deeply anymore, and I spent most of my nights in and out of what could barely be described as sleep, easily woken and constantly exhausted.

My first thought was a particularly persistent walker. But then I heard a voice, raspy and southern “I saw you through the window. Open up. Or I swear, I’ll kick this damn door down.” It was most likely a looter. Opening the door to him seemed immediately like the stupid option, but if he was serious about knocking my door down then I would have to find a new place to hide out, an extra risk I could not afford to take. My best bet was to overpower him at the door. He’d seen me through the window and probably assumed that I’d be easily threatened, but what he hadn’t seen was the pistol I kept hidden by the door, or the knives I had stashed under my mattress and around the small room.

The banging on the door got more persistent. I grabbed a knife, and ensured my gun was easily in reach. It wouldn’t hurt to have extra weapons he didn’t know about.

I swung open the door. A tall, broad man stood in my doorway. One arm was pointing a gun vaguely in my direction, the other dripping so much blood it almost looked black. His hand had been cut off.

“Get out. All your shit is mine now, don’t think I won’t shoot you just cuz yer a girl,” He sneered at me, feigning confidence, but his skin was tinged grey and sweat was beading on his brow. He was weak and there was no way he could physically overpower me in this state, despite his muscular frame.

I raised a sceptical eyebrow at his threat. Then, in one swift motion, I knocked the gun from his hand and pushed my knife to his throat, firmly enough for a small bead of blood to gather on the edge of the blade. He opened his mouth, probably about to say something stupid, before the full weight of his body collapsed into me and he lost consciousness.

*

Somehow, with strength I hadn’t even known I had, I half lifted, half dragged the man’s body over to my mattress on the floor. It was clear he had lost far too much blood. I knew it was stupid, but some part of me wanted to help him, even though I knew he had come here to rob me blind, and possibly to kill me after he had taken all of my possessions. I told myself it was because leaving him outside would attract walkers. But really some part of me was still weak and soft, and somehow I had sympathy for a man who could not give less of a shit about me.

Minor medical training from books I had scavenged and stolen told me that he was in desperate need of stitches, and likely had a severe infection from his wound, and that it needed to be treated fast or there was no way he could survive without a hospital, which, for obvious reasons, was not an option. The building I had set up camp in was a small convenience store in the city which I used to run, and decided to stay in when the dead started walking. Unfortunately, the store had tempted many thieves in the early days, but as time went on, less and less people braved the city. The man must have seen that my store was the least damaged for several blocks, and identified it as his best bet at survival. He was right - behind the counter were antibiotics and just enough first aid equipment for me to have a chance at saving him. Even if he had stolen my supplies, it was unlikely that he would have managed treating his own wound.

The stitches were the worst part. I had never liked needles, and as far as facing my fears went, this was seriously hands on. It was messily done, probably a laughable job compared to professional standards. And I was sure that the amount of blood on the floor, my hands and staining my clothes was biologically impossible. But somehow he was still alive, something I still hadn’t decided was a good or bad thing. At least he was unconscious for now.

*

Two days passed. I was getting used to sleeping with him around, trying not to think about what he might do if he awoke while I was asleep- waking up to a gun in my face was a real possibility, but one that I had to risk. I slept on the floor next to the mattress he was occupying, uncomfortable enough to be exhausted but easily woken if he or the walkers became an immediate threat.

I sat next to him on the mattress, cleaning his arm, checking that the infection was fading and that the stitches were holding like they should be. It was strange looking after someone who had barely spoken two sentences to me, those sentences being delirious threats after severe blood loss. I often found myself wondering what he would have been like if we had met before the world had ended, at a bar maybe, where he could have bought me a drink or two. I like to think that he would have been the type to hit on me shamelessly and I would have been cynical but secretly loved his advances. I cut myself off in my head. It was ridiculous to think like this. With some effort, I focused back on his arm and began to change his bandage, but my eyelids were growing heavy and I had forgotten how comfortable the mattress was. Every time I closed my eyes, sleep tried to pull me down. I just had to keep them open, just had to focus-

I jolted awake. It almost pitch dark, if I had to guess a time I would have said an hour or two before dawn. There was a hand around my mouth and an arm was around my waist, holding me still against the warm, hard body behind me. He had woken up. Immediately I struggled against him, biting his hand and elbowing him in the stomach. He swore under his breath, but his grip only tightened around me.

“Stop wrigglin’. There’s walkers in here, I’m tryna figure out how many, so for fuck’s sake stay still.”

I nodded. He removed the hand from my mouth, but the arm around my waist stayed. Probably a precaution in case I tried anything again.

“Sorry,” I whispered back. “How did they get in - and when did you wake up? What’s your name? Why haven’t you killed me yet?” Now wasn’t the time for questions, but I was desperate for answers. For all I knew, the only reason he hadn’t killed me yet was to keep me as bait for the walkers.

He shushed me. Then, he finally let go of me and stood up. “Wait here.”

He walked off in the direction of a shuffling noise, and seconds later I heard the thunk of a knife through a skull, and the sound of a body hitting the floor. The sound, quiet as it was, caused another walker’s movements to become frenzied. I heard snarling and then the sound of a second body hitting the floor. There were no more walker sounds, just the sound of the man walking back towards me.

I jumped to my feet and reached for the knife normally hooked through my belt. It was gone, as was the knife under my mattress. I had no defence against the stranger that I had so stupidly taken care of.

“Window’s broken, s’what woke me up. You were out cold. Hope ya had a nice nap.”

I stood up, trying to read his face in the growing bit still dim light.

“Name’s Merle. And you, sugar tits, are exceptionally lucky that I believe in returning favours.”

So he didn’t plan on killing me after all. I shook off the lingering fear caused by both him and the walkers getting so close.

“Thanks. And you’re welcome, I stitched you up good. And don’t call me that, or I’ll chop of your other hand,” He smirked at me, knowing my threat was entirely empty.

“Oh yeah? I’m not so sure you wanna do that, sweetheart, you haven’t seen the half of what I can do with this hand,” His smile was suggestive and I could feel my face getting hot.

“I’m gonna board up the broken window,” I attempted to ignore his last sentence, but it was clear he could tell I was flustered as he stepped forward, closing in on me.

“Don’t ya think we should get to know each other a little first?”