#sigh. guess i gotta deal w/ it by myself for now

[karlachismylife]

I Need My Love To Be Here

Once again I couldn't help but do the second-most voted choice too. Why am I making my own life so much harder?

CW: fem!reader, reader and Price are married and have a daughter, long-distance relationship, my music taste projected once again, the tiniest bit of suggestive teasing, toothrotting fluff.

(Title from The Beatles' "Here, There and Everywhere")

Dealing with an energized six-year old refusing to go to bed was a battle alright, especially when your trusted partner with his commanding presence and a true Captain's voice wasn't there to help. You couldn't blame your little one for behaving herself better when John was around: isn't a natural law that the one parent that's often away and always comes back with gifts is the favourite one? It's not daddy who's forcing you to eat healthy food every day and go to sleep when you want another batch of cartoons.

It's the strict, stern-looking mum with her hands on her hips as she scolds you gently for throwing a fit over putting your toys back like promised.

Still, you'd want a little more appreciation and cooperation from Princess Price, sulking in her frog pjs - everything was frog since recently, you even got daddy a froggy hat for when he comes back from deployment.

He was away for a long time. Not somewhere dangerous, he told you as he called and texted regilarly, but he was constantly held back by one or the other thing that just couldn't be resolved without Captain's expertise.

That's what made his new phone call just the sweeter, since the first words you heard after closing priness's door hastly and moving to the living room, were:

"Guess who's coming home tomorrow, darling."

A relieved, longing sigh escaped you as you leaned onto the couch and stared at the ceiling with a dreamy smile.

"Good. Someone here needs a reminder how to listen to what she's being told."

"Is princess being a bad girl?" John's hearty chuckle warmed you even through the phone. You bit your lip, trying to save your own face from splitting in two with the horribly wide smile - same was gracing Price's face for sure, you could hear it, his plump cheeks all big and round, almost hiding his happily narrowed eyes.

"Not necessarily bad. But we have attitide and no respect for mummy's authority. Maybe I should start calling myself Captain too, just for her to listen to me."

"I'm afraid, impersonating an officer is illegal, love," he huffed and chuckled again, gruff, big, bear-hugging sound. A pause. "Are you being a bad girl?"

You pressed your phone closer you your ear as a warm tingling flooded your cheeks and held your breath.

"I'd like to report I'm being perfectly good, sir," if only you could see the way his kind eyes twinkled in the dim lighting of wherever he was, sitting on a chair with knees wide apart, one hand holding the famous cigar.

"That's good to hear. I have a little something for you. A reward for being so good for me and waiting while I'm in this shithole."

"The only reward I need is you back home, John," you weren't even being coy, just honest. It was so long since you last felt his rough palms slide over your sides and lock together as he pulled you into a tight hug from behind, pressing ticklish kisses into your nape.

"I know, sweetpea. Consider this an apology gift then, for taking so long," he didn't let you argue a single word, clearly set on having you accept whatever he prepared, as if him being alive, well and home wasn't enough. "Got us tickets to that McCartney concert, love. For all three of us. Gotta start teaching our princess what good music is."

You gasped, jumping in your seat - your heart did a little flip, cheeks burning now, butterflies that never went away even after years of marriage flocking to your lungs.

"But it's so close, how did you even- oh, I just wanna kiss all hells out of you, John!" His laughter dripped through the phone like spicy honey, sweetening already increbibly sweet deal.

"Oh, I can tell, love. Hope you feel the same way tomorrow."

"Why is tomorrow so far away?" You allowed yourself to be just as sulky and pouty as your little one snoring softly in the other room. Of course you could wait another day, you've waited for months already. But now every minute felt like a whole month itself.

"That's so you can get enough sleep before I make you forget about it for several nights."

[ma3mae]

No one likes syringes!

Summary : You gotta take your weekly syringe but you're afraid of needles so how can these mfs (Dazai, Kunikida, Atsushi, Aku, Chuuya) convince you to take it 🤷

Genre : bit cracky and fluff, prob lots of teasing bc u know who tf im talking about 💀

Warnings : heartattacks bc we all simp too hard for these men 🛐 maybe a bit of suggestive themes at the end

A/N : managed to inject myself for the first time (aint no drugs, need them bc HEALTH) and bro, my hands r still shaky bc fear 😭 how do ppl do this so easily 💀 also the syringe is like a pen (also for this story) but broo its still scary and i need some bsd character comforting me 😩✋✋

Dazai Osamu

Lets say yall live together and hes at work while u r home alone

cant bring yourself to do it alone bc bro syringes are scary (even if its just a pen bc NEEDLES BRO) 😩😭

So you text him and ask what hes doing and tell him if hes got time to come home asap bc we r nearly crying at this point

hes gonna be SO ANNOYING like "i was just waiting for a text from you~ dont worry, your knight in shining armor will save you"

BROO he prob knew that you gotta take them today and also knew that nothing would be going on at the agency so he couldve stayed at home but nah 😭😭 (sadistic a** fr fr)

but hes still hurrying nonetheless bc hes not that MEAN -right???-

arrives at home and finds you on the couch holding the pen with shaky hands and his heart does feel a TAD bit guilty bc fr he couldve stayed at home and u would have gotten this shit over asap

gon be all like "dw im here now, okay? Lets just get this over with and then we'll cuddle, how about that?"

homegirl is about to cry at this point bc just FREE HER from this misery

sits next down to you and takes the pen from your hands

If you do wanna try it out yourself, he'll gently guide you through it

He knows how afraid you are and teasing would just make you sob instantly bc the pressure is already too much to deal with YEAH U BETTER STFU U TEASE !! jk still love him

will try to change your mind tho by sayinf stuff like "Really? ~ i mean its brave and good of you to try it yourself but I really love helping you, you know. Want to do everything for you, darling." he knows EXACTLY what hes doing to us by saying that

Is prob gonna give us that look and whisper in our ear and shi im sorry im too down bad for this man at this point 😩

if you dont wanna do it yourself then, he'll tell you to look at him while hes pressing the pen onto your thigh or stomach

You still cant keep your eyes off of it? Sry girl, theres only one solution

He'll just click his tounge at you while having that fking smirk on his face as he says "still too distracted, I see? Well seems like theres only one way to help you"

gives you a kiss on the lips and just deepens it while looking STRAIGHT into your eyes got my knees weak for him fr

you only feel a tiny sting and as soon as a "click" is heard, he'll break the kiss and just grins at you as if he didnt trick you lol

but who are you to complain, he sees that you liked it and will def comment on that

"see, love? Wasn't so hard after all. But you still did well. Proud of you as always"

pecks you on the lips again before setting the pen onto the table and wraps his arms around your waist bc NO WAY in hell is he gonna let go after that

"i think i deserve a reward for that~" "you said you were waiting for a text so you KNEW i had to do it today, right?" ".... welp, not gonna apologize on that 🤷🤷🤷"

u can understand why kunikida has to SIGH all the time as soon as dazai opens his mouth but oh well, you're too whipped to care about at this point

wont let you go so guess you'll have to reward him 💅 no ones complaining LOL

if you tell him to help you next time before hes gone for work, he'll def do it bc he loves u but poor kunikida gotta expect him arrive at work late more often bc he wont leave home without rewards 🛐

Kunikida Doppo

You already know that he got the exact day, hour, minute and SECOND written down on when you gotta take your pen

You tell him that the day is enough and that the time doesnt matter but NOO 😤 YOU WILL take it at the exact time

If its at ungodly hours like 3am or smth, bro he'll wake you up like no mercy for his schedule 😭

If u complain to him tho then dw he will rearrange it for u bc he may love to stick to his plans but he wont ignore your needs and stuff either get urself a man who takes care of u like that 😤😤

will prefer to do it before work, so if you're not an early bird then he'll wake u up but dw you'll get a forehead kiss and bro's already fully dressed n' stuff BUT waking up to him looking at you with such a loving gaze will make u forget that its 5-6am or smth 😩

will first let you get up in peace and make u some calming tea bc he knows what will come next ✋

"Y/N, I know you don't like it but you have to take your pen today, okay?"

if we start a tanthrum then he already knows about it like bro's prepared for everything!!

"Kuni, do we really ha-" "Yes." "But you know I dont li-" "Yes and yes. I know you hate it but don't worry, I've already written everything down on how to do it and what to be aware of so its okay to feel afraid but don't worry because I'm here. Nothing will happen and I've already bought your favorite snacks so you'll feel better but dont eat too much of it when I'm gone. "

u already know he spent a night or smth just researching everything about it as soon as you told him

prob even went to a library and once came back home with multiple books in his hands, hes THAT dedicated UGH I LOVE HIM 💕

you could just sob rn bc how did the earth bless you with this man KUNIKIDA I NEED U 😭😭😭

If the pen is kept in a fridge then dw he already put that shit out for it to not be cold anymore (prob counted the minutes and seconds LOL)

he'll sit you down on the bed or couch, disinfect the place on where you'll take it (lol that sounds WRONG) and he'll give you a peck on your forehead before asking if you're alright and ready to go through with it bc no way in hell is he gonna do it while you're too shaken up for it

If you wanna try to do it alone then he'll take your hand into his as you're grabbing the pen, slowly guiding it while praising you for how brave you are for trying this and that hes proud of you IM SOBBING

will also tell you to look at him if you get more afraid by seeing it on your skin

Honestly even if you dont wanna do it yourself, he'll make sure to be there and will praise you every time you get through with it bc you KNOW he means it

Honestly makes you tear up everytime and u just wanna kiss this man fr

you thank him and tell him how glad you are to have him, he'll be smitten even more than he already is

Cup his face with your hands and kiss him bro's gonna find it really difficult to not stay at home and just be in your arms

at the end of the day, his love for you exceeds his ideals so he wouldnt mind arriving at work some minutes later if he gets to have you in his arms for a bit longer

Will arrive at work with such a good mood that hes prob gonna freak dazai out with it especially when he overlooks some dumb remarks from him the power of love YALL but who can blame him, his heart is thumping louder than dazai's rambling LOL

maybe yall will continue when hes back home, who knows 🛐🛐🛐🛐🛐

Nakajima Atsushi

when you told him about the pen for the first time, he was literally thrown off like "wait, so you have to.... stab yourself regularly with that?????"

hes just SO precious bc his heart's squeezing at you asking him if he could help u bc you just feel so comfortable and just knowing that makes him SWOON

But at the same time hes panicking bc HOW CAN HE DO THAT WITHOUT HURTING U

Ngl hes prob also afraid of needles and stuff 😭 is gonna look at u like the pic above LOL

will ask yosano or even recommend that she should do it but you're like "NO!! im sorry, tsushi but im too scared of her and i feel safe with u :(((("

you got him WHIPPED and DEDICATED bc he'll def research that shit through and through

Will ask his coworkers (prob kunikida) how to best handle the situation

has everything ready but will stumble and be kinda hastily about it at first bc hes prob even more nervous than you are 💀

either it implifies your fear more or its just so ridiculous that you're legit like "ily but im not gonna die or smth 🤨🤨🤨" you cant blame him tho 😤

hes gonna be all like "OKAY OKAY, we got this. No, I GOT this s-so no worries, okay?" bro, BREATHE. Hes just about to pass out at this point jk jk

if you decide to try it out alone, he'll be a bit saddened bc does this mean you dont want him to help you after all?? :(( was he not good enough of a choice to be of help :((( TSUSHI STFU ILY

dw just reassure him that you obviously appreciate his help and still need him to be there bc no way in hell can u do it alone without ur hubby

will tell you everything he had learned about the pen and how to use it with a bit of a tremble in his voice but he pulls through with it!!

You manage to do it and BOY get ready for a rant on how proud of you he is

will want to pamper you with kisses on ur face "tsushi, i know that look. Go ahead and do it, dont hold back" "really, y/n!!?" "😩 bro do it ok" will try to hold back with gluing himself onto you but how can he NOT

If u dont wanna do it urself then it will prob go like this:

its time for yk what and he sees the genuine fear in your eyes but dw he got you

hes prob gon be like "my s/o need me rn and i have to help them!!!" hes actually gonna remember everythinf he looked up and prob memorized for you bc hes AN ANGEL will put his forehead against yours and tell you to look at him "i wont let anything hurt you and happen to you. You're afraid and honestly im afraid too but you and i will get through this, okay?" gives you the most lovestruck smile ever before he looks down and counts to three

"breathe in, y/n. It will be okay" he ignores his slightly trembling hands and at the count of three inserts it. GET YOUR HEAD OUT OF THE GUTTER📸📸📸

as soon as yall hear a click, he quietly counts to three before pulling it out and BROO the relief is refreshing af

"WE DID IT, Y/N!!!" Is hella giddy bc how can he not be proud of the both of you!!!! You did it!!! will honestly pull you in a hug bc hes just so happy

prob gonna realise that he just did it without asking u and will be sheepish all like "o-oh sorry, i just got too excited" "no tsushi. We should be happy about this so dont let go!!" no need to say it twice bc hes gonna wrap his arms even tighter around you and nuzzle his face into the crook of your neck ILL GIVE U A KISS TSUSHI 🛐🛐

will he feel bad for arriving at work a bit later? Maybe but a scolding from kunikida wont hold him back from holding you for a tad bit longer

He'll be a bit less nervous for the next times and it will surely decrease with each time bc practice yk but will obviously still hold you until he made sure that you're feeling okay afterwards

Akutagawa Ryuunosuke

Bro's nearly flabbergasted bc why are you making such a FUSS 🤨🤨 im sry dont sue me

"Calm down, you idiot. It's only a pen. You dont even SEE the needle."

dont ask him why hes staying with you if its JUST a needle then bc bro will prob just straight up get up and leave if you point it out 💀

will prob be the first to not even suggest but just TELL you to do it yourself aku im hurting over here 😩

will prob make an effort in atleast roughly skimming through a website about it prob smth weird like wikihow LMAO

If he does see you how afraid you really are of it, hes rly trying his best to ignore the small ache its giving his heart bc he takes no pleasure in witnessing u be so afraid✋ its still JUST a pen in his eyes at the end of the day lol

will just sigh and snatch that shit from your hands bc he cant bear to see you like this any longer are we looking that pitiful, probably LOL

But he'll be surprisingly soft with his touch, nearly just ghosting you with his hands is that even a term, nvm yall know what i mean

Hes just gonna be straightforward with it bc the faster its over the better. He wont admit that he just wants to help but cant convey it bc what even are feelings 🤷

He'll tilt your chin towards him and just say "Look at me, Y/N. Stop overthinking it. You won't get hurt from this stupid thing, okay? If smth does happen, I'll just destroy the factory thats making this."

You dont know if hes joking to lighten the mood or if hes serious bc its aku

But hes prob joking

anyway hes gonna ask you like smth rly random like "What do you wanna eat later" which will confuse you but you'll answer nonetheless bc hey hes initiating a convo!!

as you start to talk and he notices you're relaxed enough for him, welp yk whats happening

Actually makes you wince a bit bc it just caught you off guard

"Ryuu, what the f-?!" "Just bear with it." ok we have been silenced 🛐

yall hear the click of relief, he counts in his mind to three and quickly pulls that shit out

you're slightly trembling from relief from finally getting it over you and bro just clicks his tounge like "You're such a fool. Cant believe something insignificant like that makes you nearly shit your pants."

you lowkey glare at him for that bc BRO needles r spooky 😭 but dw before you even open your mouth to tell him off, he'll look to the side and say "... You did good for holding that out though... but its still stupid."

just give him a peck on the cheek or smth bc this boy is prob craving some praise after having helped you like that

"Thank you, Ryuu. I couldnt have done this without you. You're the best boyfriend I could ever ask for"

Give him a tight hug, kiss and boom you got him around your finger

he'll take a second to wrap his arms around you and will just hide his face in the crook of ur neck like our other boy tsushi

"Of course, I'd help... I'll still blow up the factory for scaring you like that."

"NO!!" jk he wont if u tell him not to but hes just trying to say he doesnt like seeing u like that we know aku, dw 💕💕

if his coworkers ask why hes arriving a bit later at work, he'll just tell them to shut up and continue with their work

If you look closely you'll see his ears turn a bit pink as he keeps thinking of you and your words 💕💕😭

Nakahara Chuuya

Honestly its gonna be a mix of every reaction possible I think

Like if you tell him about the pen, hes first gonna feel a bit pressured like "O-Oh wait so you want ME to help with it??"

Like no offense hes obviously feeling pretty happy about that you are asking him for help especially for smth important as your health

But he knows hes not the most gentle person and does have his worries that he might accidentally hurt you or smth

wont ask anyone for advice bc its his love of his life can i be that pls that asked HIM so he'll do it at the end of the day!!

but if hes feeling rly unsure then he wont mind slipping a question about it when hes reporting to mori

which means being not subtle at all

"So was that all for today's report of the mission." "Yeah." "Then do you need something or why are you still standing there?" ".... *pulls out a picture of your pen* do you know how to use this?..."

you def know that chuuya's feeling so embarassed that hes asking his BOSS but its a sacrifice hes willing to pay

mori will have mercy on him and tell him what he should be careful of and summarise on how to use it

Will prob throw in a "good luck~" bc how can u not TEASE him

anyway our boy's done his research and now comes the hard part

"Okay, dont panic Y/N." "HOW CAN I NOT WHEN YOU'RE HOLDING IT LIKE YOU'RE GONNA KILL ME" "JUST DONT PANIC, FFS"

dw as soon as he sees you trembling, he'll be softer than a marshmallow

a chuuya one

"Oi, look at me. I'll make sure nothing's gonna happen to you, alright? Will just sting a bit and thats it. Will take care of you after this so you'll forget this ever happened."

HOW CAN U NOT SWOON AT HIM 😩😩

he'll even take off his gloves so you'll be more relaxed if you can feel his skin bro the gloves are giving off doctor vibes in this scenario, will make us panic more LOL

if you really cant keep your eyes off it then well....

"Damn it, love. Stop looking at it." will just press his lips onto you for a second before breaking it and inserting that shi*

"Ch-Chuuya!" "I know, i know. Dont worry, its gonna be over real soon."

And boom thr click is heard and yall are finally done

Honestly his shoulders are gonna relax instantly, boy was tensed up even more than you skskskks but who can blame him

"OMG chuuya we did it!!" "Yeah, you did it, doll." bro's gonna latch onto you again bc that kiss from earlier wasnt enough for the both of u 😩

is it riling yall up? Probably but welp you 're already either shirtless or pantless so only one clothing to pull off less work for yall

Mori's just gonna be like "I see, you managed to get through it" and chuuya just tiltd his fedora down so u cant see his face bc he REALLY wants to ignore that his boss knows whats been holding our boy up cant blame him 🤷🤷🤷

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Lol that was WAY too long but honestly this was so good to write 😩 now im just gonna be sad that none of them r here to do it irl but oh welp, will just read more stuff about them ✋💅

[ortetbones]

Hello, Lunter fandom! For the anniversary of Hunting Palismen, I’ve written a Hunting Palismen Lunter fic. A little under 2k words, third-person Luz POV. Contains some bickering, a touch-starved Hunter, Luz developing (and being in denial about) a crush, and lots and lots of fluff!

“Too slow,” Luz crowed, cackling as she ran from him, her witch’s wool cloak streaming behind her. The Golden Guard groaned in annoyance and followed after. “Let’s get this over with,” he grumbled.

She hadn’t gone far. She’d spied nearby a crumbling wall that contained an almost perfectly circular hole. She ran through the mist spell in her mind again, trying to picture how the glyphs would connect both with each other and the structure of the wall. Yes, this just might work. 

She turned to the Golden Guard, who was hovering behind her impatiently. “Okay, I’ve got a plan,” she said. “There’s a marketplace down there, right? Think you could go get me some sleeping nettles while I start preparing things here?”

He scoffed. “Do you think I’m stupid, human? Sure, you can stay here, unattended with the palismen, and in the meantime I’ll go provide you with means of drugging me.”

“It’s not for you, it’s--”

“Well, I’m afraid it wouldn’t work, anyway,” he said, puffing out his chest a bit. “I am on high alert at all times, and could not possibly be put to sleep that easily.”

Luz glanced at the noticeable dark circles beneath his sunken eyes. “You know, I seriously believe that.”

She sighed. “Well, someone’s gotta be here keeping an eye on Kikimora. Why don’t you wait here, and I’ll go get the supplies, okay?” And I guess I’ll just have to draw out the glyphs when I get back.

He frowned at her, but gave a curt nod and turned back to where the little red demon was currently in a heated argument with the Emperor’s Coven scouts.

Luz turned to leave as well, but stopped and looked back when she heard the boy let out a small huff.

She was met with an interesting sight. The Golden Guard currently had one arm over his shoulder, his gloved fingers scrambling awkwardly as he tried to maneuver his hand beneath his armor. She watched in mild amusement as he tried again with the other arm in what was clearly a losing battle.

“You got a little problem there, Golden Guard?” she asked innocently, unable to keep the smirk from showing in her voice.

He whipped around to face her. “No,” he spat defensively. His nose was scrunched up, openly betraying his discomfort, as though he was used to relying heavily on his mask to conceal his emotions. “Not that that’s any of your business, anywa--Why are you laughing?!”

Luz snorted, catching her breath. “Sorry, just didn’t really expect one little itch could bring the Emperor’s right-hand man to his knees.” She started snickering again.

His cheeks flushed angrily. “Shut up,” he muttered. “You’re making it worse. Just leave me alone.” His large elf ears had flattened and turned downward, one of them twitching slightly. Luz hadn’t seen any other witches’ ears move like that before.

She watched his arm automatically start to reach for his back again and rolled her eyes. “Dude, just take off your armor already. I’m getting secondhand embarrassment.”

“You seem to misunderstand the point of armor, human,” he said through gritted teeth. “Though to be fair, I suppose you’d probably prefer I expose myself to enemy attack.” He straightened up, clearing his throat. “Well, I for one have more important things to deal with right now. And shouldn’t you be off collecting your supplies, anyway?”

His ear twitched again.

Luz sighed. “Just c’mere. I’ll get it for you.”

The boy froze. “W-What? You seriously think I would just let you...As if you’d actually be trying to help me--”

“Look,” she said, interrupting his indignant sputtering. “You said it yourself. I’m too nice to do anything to hurt you. You’re safe with me. And for the record, I am not”--she added forcefully--“doing this to help you. But we’re gonna have to fly on your staff if we want to keep up with Kikimora’s dragon, and I’d rather not have a distracted driver. That’s all.”

“Fine.”

It was Luz’s turn to be taken off guard. “What?”

He was beet red, his fists clenched and eyes fixed firmly on the ground. “F-For the sake of the mission...I-I will accept your assistance, human.”

Luz kneeled on the ground and patted her lap, motioning for him to lie with his chest resting on her legs. He did as instructed, though he held himself up awkwardly, essentially just doing a plank in front of her, clearly trying to avoid touching her as much as possible.

With her left hand, Luz lifted up the boy’s armor from his back as best she could. She then slipped her right hand underneath, though in reality she could fit only a few fingers, and began to gently scratch the areas she could reach.

The boy tensed and gasped softly under his breath. A smirk made its way onto Luz’s face again and she applied a bit more pressure with her nails. “D’aww, is that the spot, big guy?” she cooed teasingly. 

She was expecting him to get flustered again. That she would see his face flush and hear more of his sputtered protests. Or maybe he’d even have an actual comeback this time.

“Oh, Titan,” the boy whimpered, his arms buckling as he collapsed face first into her lap.

She was not expecting that.

Luz felt her cheeks grow oddly warm. She looked down in wonder at the boy, who had completely relaxed in her embrace, his eyelids fluttering closed. She resumed gently running her nails across his back, and he hummed softly at her touch.

They remained like that for a while, until suddenly he let out another huff and started squirming uncomfortably. “Lower?” he mumbled into her lap.

Luz jumped slightly, snapping herself out of her daze. What had gotten into her? She cleared her throat. “Welp, you’re outta luck there, buddy. That’s as far as I can reach with your armor on.”

She barely had time to register what was happening before the boy had sat up, practically tearing his armor off himself in his haste and tossing it aside. He then nestled back down into her lap, letting his entire weight sink into her again. “How about now?”

She gaped at him, dumbfounded. What had happened to the proud Golden Guard that struggled to accept even the slightest bit of help? The corners of her mouth twitched, and she inhaled, ready to snark him again. To call attention to the fact that he had just doffed the armor he had made such a fuss about keeping on. To point out that he could easily reach his back by himself now.

But as she gazed down at him, for some reason, she just didn’t have it in her to make fun of him. She obliged him, scratching her nails across the parts of his back that had been covered by the armor. He immediately melted into her touch again, letting out a sigh of contentment.

His itch was surely gone by now, and they were running short on time if they wanted to stop Kikimora. Not to mention that Luz was more than a little mad at herself for getting so distracted like this. If she had just left him here to deal with his problems himself, she probably could’ve had the entire spell ready by now. Man, she really needed to work on her weakness for princes. Even if this one was, objectively speaking, kind of cute, she supposed, she didn’t know what had possessed her to...

She was pulled from her thoughts by a sudden vibration she felt coming from his chest, that was soon accompanied by a low trilling in his throat. 

Now this was just unfair. The Golden Guard could purr? She had never heard Eda or any of her friends from Hexside purr! No one could have warned her that witches possessed such an irresistibly adorable trait before she was forced to face it coming from her mortal enemy?

Luz couldn’t help herself. Barely stifling a squeal of delight, she continued running her nails across his back and began gently carding her other hand through his (notably soft) hair. The boy’s purring was soon joined by another noise, a slight whistling sound that seemed to accompany each exhale. Curious, Luz tilted her head to get a better look at his face.

The Emperor’s right-hand man had fallen asleep in her lap.

His scarred and battered face looked remarkably serene, his lips parted slightly. She realized the whistling sound was the result of his gentle snores passing through the gap between his front teeth.

Her gaze lingered on his lips for a moment, as it had earlier when she’d first laid eyes on his unmasked face. As if on instinct, she let her hands come to a stop for a moment as she slowly leaned in closer, her lips mere inches from his.

The instant her touch stilled, the boy jolted awake, jumping and nearly bonking heads with Luz. He stared at her for a moment, confusion evident on his face, before a deep scarlet color spread across his cheeks and all the way to the tips of his ears. He scrambled off of her and rushed to put his armor back on, his fingers fumbling with it clumsily.

“I...I...This...This never happened,” he stammered. “And...And you will not speak of this to anyone, or else I’ll...or else. Are we clear?” His voice was shaking so badly Luz almost felt guilty. Though that also might have been the fact that she had almost tried to kiss him. “We’re clear,” she replied, giving him what she hoped was a reassuring smile.

He fidgeted awkwardly with his hands. “I-I’ll go get those sleeping nettles,” he said, stumbling to his feet. He paused a moment and met her gaze again. “Um...thanks,” he said, his tone sincere and gentle, reminiscent not of the Golden Guard but of the boy she’d held cradled in her lap.

Luz nodded and watched him walk away, his blush still slightly visible on the backs of his ears. A smile bloomed on her face in amusement at the whole situation. Though at the same time, something inside of her couldn’t help but feel a bit disappointed, and she wondered, maybe if things were different...

She pushed her thoughts aside and got to work on her glyphs.

[blitzsicedcoffee]

Ficlet-HELLATOBER Day 8- Exorcist

Summary:

In Which The Problem of Extermination Day leads to another Problem that Blitz had tried to avoid.

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Blitz grabs his keys and spins them on his finger, whistling a tune. But Loona grabs his shoulder before he leaves the house.

"Where are you going?" She asks. Blitz looks at her with a put off expression, "Uh-to the grocery store".

"No you're not! It's Extermination Day", Loona mentions and points to the 666 newscast she was watching.

It's a sick joke that all the main grocery stores are in Pentagram city. Meanwhile Imp city is only filled with convenience stores. None with fruit or eggs or milk of course. Blitz groans, running his hands down his eyes.

"Whaaat, I thought they just had it six months ago!" He stomps and she shrugs, "Guess they...changed their minds".

Blitz sighs and walks over to open their fridge again and slams it, empty.

"Loonie I gotta go, if I don't we won't have food for a good 24 hours", he says, and heads towards the door again.

But Loona runs in front of it, blocking him.

"No way. You think I'm letting you go there today? Do you know how many sinners look like imps? A lot of them. They'd kill you on accident for sure", she tells him nervously and Blitz frowns and crosses his arms, "Then what do you suggest we do cause I don't have money for eating out".

Loona stutters-"Well I don't exactly have another plan-...." She says and Blitz blinks, "Then move missy, I gotta go. You aren't going hungry on my watch".

She panics as he tries to move her paw from the doorknob and yells out, "I'll call Stolas!" Her eyes go wide. Blitz blinks rapidly, "What?"

"I'll call him if you go", she says and he snickers, "Pff, I'm not scared of him".

"But you're afraid to talk to him", she says smugly, crossing her arms now. He growls under his breath and pushes her gently aside.

"No I'm not. And I'm going. You stay here", he says, heading out the door.

"Suit yourself!" She yells as he leaves. Then dials her phone.

Blitz groans and mutters to himself as he gets in his car, "Fuckin' call Stols if I decide to go to the damn grocery store, I'm a fuckin assassin I can handle myself with other assassins. Fuckin angel bitches-" he starts the car and as he does, someone else joins him in the passenger seat of the van.

"Well hello Blitz", Stolas says and Blitz jumps, eyes wide, then facepalming.

"She really called you?! Fuckin-im sorry Stols it's no big deal you can go", he tells him and Stolas looks to the ground then back at him.

"You would like me to leave?" He asks. Fuck. of course he never wants Stolas to leave. But he hasn't seen him since the party and...that...ended interestingly.

Blitz swallows the stone in his throat, "I- mean if you want to that is I guess. Whatever Loonie said, I don't need help".

"I admit she didn't say much, just, Blitz, exorcist, help", he giggles but Blitz's mouth is agape. He came to be with him for just three words?

"Yeah well-im fine", he says again but starts driving, and Stolas's beak forms a line as he taps his fingers on the dash.

"I'm going to the grocery store", he says. Stolas nods, "Ah".

They continue driving in silence until Blitz gets to the mouth of the tunnel to Pentagram City and he stops suddenly on the side of the road with his hazard lights on.

Stolas looks around, "Is there something wrong with the van?" Blitz laughs, "Why are you here Stolas".

Stolas stutters now, "W-well I care-". Blitz takes a deep breath, "Do you?"

"What?!" Stolas blinks, "Of course". Blitz groans and rubs his face, "Because every time I come to you, it's 'oh Blitz, I can't see you' but then I need you and what you're fine?"

The owl in his passenger seat stays quiet. Letting him rant.

"I mean just fucking choose, Stols! I can't keep playing this damn game okay?"

He puts his hand to his chest now, "Game?! You think this is a game, Blitz?! It wouldn't have to be a game if you just told me your feelings initially instead of stringing me along like I should know everything about your subtlety! Well I don't! So why don't y-you spell it out for me Blitz!"

"Was that succubus fucker a better kisser than me?" He demands.

"What?!" Stolas asks incredulously. Blitz crawls toward him, "Did he fiddle your holes the way I do? Did you think about me the whole night? Or did you just move on to another imp? To another poor sap who's going to be disappointed when they make a connection with you".

Stolas chokes back a sob and holds his mouth, "Blitz I didn't mean- that's not-" he insists and reaches out to him but Blitz swipes him away.

"No, get out of my van Stols", he says, pointing.

"What?!" The tears escape Stolas's hand. The corners of Blitz's eyes tearing now as well.

"I said get out!!!!", he yells, and Stolas climbs out hurriedly, holding himself.

Blitz gets out too and walks towards him and Stolas takes a step back but Blitz just sits on the ground with his head in his hands. Stolas looks up, willing away tears.

"I loved you", Blitz mumbles. "What?" Stolas replies. He walks closer to him and sits on the grassy ground next to him on the side of the road.

After a few moments of silence, "I care for you too", he says. Blitz turns and holds his head.

"What? What did I say!" Stolas says, tears forming again.

"You can't say it. What I said", Blitz squeezes his eyes shut, "I don't blame you".

Something clicks in his brain and he holds Blitz hand, him letting him. Blitz keeping his eyes shut.

"Blitz I don't know what love means", he explains, the tears falling down his face. "What?" Blitz replies, opening his eyes and tears fall.

"I...told you I just want to be wanted. Because Ive never been wanted even by family. I don't..I don't know love I don't know what that feels like", he tells him and blinks as Blitz puts his hand onto Stolas's cheek and wipes some of his tears.

"You're ruining your pretty feathers, feathers", he says and Stolas grabs his hand gently, "I'm being serious here Blitz".

"I know", he says and looks in Stolas's eyes, "I Love you Stolas. That's...I can show you. Let me show you?" He asks desperately, scooching closer to him.

Stolas smiles and nods, eyes squeezing tears away as Blitz takes his cheeks gently and kisses his forehead and caresses his claw down the back of his head, sitting in his lap and gives him soft kisses all over his face. Then finally to his lips. So gentle. The kind of kiss Stolas has never experienced from Blitz, or anyone.

"I care for you Stols", he squeezes him tight and Stolas returns the favor and they stay like this for a while. Until that is, they realize they're still sitting on th side of the road. People honking once in a while.

Stolas chuckles, "I suppose we should go to the grocery before your daughter starves?" He asks Blitz.

Blitz stands up and offers a hand to Stolas, pulling him up. They get back in the car, Blitz clearing more room for Stolas's legs and restarts the car.

Blitz smiles to Stolas, "Alright. Let's go kick some angel ass".

[en-thralled]

Can I request a Yandere enhypen - maknae line when all 3 of them likes you but you have a boyfriend so they decide to team up ? They first beat up your boyfriend, when you confront them , they circle around you , passing you to e/o threatening you and telling you how you cannot escape them bcoz they claim you . After they kidnap you they torture your boyfriend infront of you and kiss you infront of him as you try to get off . Your bf dies from both pain and from the fact that he couldn't protect you and now you would have to go through hell ..... Thank you in advance Nd I realy like your writing:)))

oh hi :D yeah of course! c;

ENHYPEN YANDERE MAKNAE LINE [SUNOO, JUNGWON & NI-KI]

MAKNAE LINE OF ENHYPEN

WARNING: enhypen maknae line has yandere behavior, swearing and violence.

[thank you for requesting. you might not see this story because of how long this took to make. I'm very sorry! I'm getting busy these days and I'm getting piled up with a lot of work. If there's a chance you did read this, and is satisfied, leave another ask please (kindly tell me that you were the one who requested this.) :D

I might rethink if I still will leave the requests open. I'm disappointed in myself, because i couldn't fulfill your request on time. I'm really sorry anonymous person! But I hope you enjoy the story.]

Starting...

YOU ARE IN SCHOOL...

You just finished class. You were now waiting for your boyfriend. You had set up a date for the two of you. He received a text message from you informing him that class had ended.

"Hey y/n."

You turn to face the person that has called you, "Oh hey Jungwon," smiling. You couldn't help but smile when you saw him because of his dimples. He asks you, "D…Do you have any plans today?"

You tell him, "Yeah, I'm going out with my boyfriend." You had that giddy expression all over your face. He hated it. He wished you were that excited when it comes to him. You swear you saw his expression change. But you brushed it off, it isn't such a big deal now, isn't it?

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YOUR BOYFRIEND DIDN'T SHOW UP AT ALL.

You wonder what happened to him. "Come on Daehyun... pick the fucking phone up," you groan. You were looking forward for today. You dressed up more, put make up more. You spent 30 minutes with choosing your outfit, and finished all your assessments. Where the hell is he now? You were getting impatient.

16 missed calls.

1 hour later...

you went home already when he replied;

You roll your eyes. You were tired of waiting for so long that you couldn't move a leg on your bed. And didn't have the time to reply to him. You yawn, you finally decide to sleep after scrolling through social media.

You slowly close your eyes as you drift to sleep.

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AT SCHOOL ...

"Hey y/n!"

"What do you want Daehyun?" you turn to him, brows furrowed. "I'm sorry for yesterday, I'm guessing you didn't see my text-"

you cut him off, "I saw it."

"No reply? Something came up ok-?" you cut him off again.

"I said I saw it." He just stares at you with a worried expression. He looks like he was going to say something but hesitates. Well if he isn't going to say it, its better to go now. "Oh. If you're not going to say it, then I'll be going now." you turn your heel to walk away from him.

"W-wait!" he call out to you, "I gotta say something!"

Your raise your brow, "What is it?"

"Please.. Avoid them." he warns you, you furrow your eyebrows again. "Daehyun. What are you talking about?"

"Just- please avoid sunoo, ni-ki and jungwon." he sighs putting his hands on your shoulders. And he kisses your lips.

"My friends-? Daehyun-?" you question him.

"I love you."

"I love you too." you smiled at him, what was he talking about?

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THE YANG MANOR...

"That fucker is in our way of having her." sunoo says furiously. "He has guts. To kiss her after we told him not to." he scoffs.

"We were so close to having her hate him."

"We weren't close, ni-ki. she was only mad, but she didn't hate him." jungwon corrects the younger one.

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"I guess we have to teach him a lesson then." they all smile at each other, deviously...

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AT AN ALLEYWAY....

"Daehyun, Daehyun, Daehyun..." sunoo lets out a breathy chuckle, "What did we tell you?"

"Did your small brain forget what we said to you?" he lifts daehyun's chin, "Or you're just fucking stubborn?"

"She's ours. We claimed her. So stay the fuck away."

"W...When? When w-was she y-yours?" he still manages to spit out.

Ni-ki scoffs, and jabs him in the jaw. Your boyfriend just groans in pain.

"I'm this close to killing you." Jungwon grits his teeth.

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AFTER GOING OUT WITH YOUR FRIENDS...

It was 8:00pm. You just finished your hangout with your friends at a mall. You were on your way home, until you heard someone grunting and groaning, (no, not in that way,) someone was getting beaten up.

You didn't want to bother with that and planned to just swiftly pass by the alleyway without getting caught. You were going to do it, however you were stopped by a familiar voice,

"S-Stop!" Holy shit. Was that your boyfriend?

"Where's the knife?" another familiar voice.

You quickly took a peek, and there he was... Getting punched and jabbed so multiple times. You watched in terror, there was nothing you can do, honestly.

Heh, you dumb bitch. Of course you were going to help him!

You picked up whatever object you can swing them with. You couldn't bear the look on his face, the knife threatening to cut right through his neck. you had to save him right away.

You slowly approach but the puddles just gave you away. The 4 boys swing their head toward the noise, which was you. The shock was undeniably evident in their face.

"Y/N...." daehyun weakly says.

You were so shocked too. You lost grip of the object you were holding.

"Sunoo, jungwon, niki..." you stare at them terrified. "What the fuck did you do to daehyun?!" rage fills you.

You were distracted on Daehyun, you were helplessly crying...He looked so pitiful.. That was when you blacked out.

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NEXT THING YOU KNOW...

you slowly open your eyes, you were in an unfamiliar place. You hardly remember anything, you don't remember why you blacked out. Your eyes we're wandering around the room... The only thing you can hear is the faint sound of dripping water. That gave you a clue. You must be in a basement..

"Y/N..Are you... O-okay? " you were startled but the voice.

"oh my god.. Daehyun." You gasp, "What happened?!"

"Great question, y/n." a voice interrupts. you swiftly turn your head to the person, it was Ni-ki.

"Ni-ki.." you weakly say. it was like a stab in your chest. your closest friends, almost killing your boyfriends because of how they brutally beat him up. "Why the hell would you do this?"

"It's because you're ours. " he sighs, "But daehyun here, is fucking wall."

"We have to slowly break him.. Until we can be with you. "

Then two boys appear from the shadows, revealing Sunoo and jungwon.

"Hi y/n!" Sunoo, who shamelessly greets you in a 'sweet' way. You just stare at him with a dead expression.

"Aren't you going to say hi back? " Sunoo firmly grips your jaw making you since in pain. "My, my lady. You gotta learn manners now that you'll be here with us!"

You spit on his face. He slowly backs away from you, with his eyes darkening.

"Should we end it now?" Jungwon steps forward.

"Why, of course yes! " sunoo claps his hand.

They slowly approach daehyun, " Wait- No! Get away from h-him! "

There... You saw such a horrifying sight. He was beaten to death.

"Y/n..I'm sorry.. " your boyfriend's last words.

You ears start ringing and the voices and noises become muffled, " stop crying, we're doing this for you. "

Your stomach dropped because now you will be with them, forever.

[dravidssideblog]

"Hey, what time is it?" my imp asks.

"Check for yourself."

When they lift their head, I move a footpaw from their chest onto their face, covering their eyes and forcing them back down.

"You're a dick."

I just chuckle, sitting back in my chair.

"You know, I really thought you'd take off by now. At this rate, I'll be able to catch you easy-peasy once the new year rolls around."

"Take off? And miss out on the last day I get to play with my cute little imp pet?" I grind my paw into their face. "Not a chance!"

"You know everything you're doing to me, I'm gonna pay you back for it twice over, right?"

"That's a problem for later. For now, just focus on being a good footrest for me~"

My imp goes quiet, and I turn my attention back to the TV. I always miss these nice, casual moments with my pet. Gotta savor it while I can.

The clock ticks down. Ten minutes 'til midnight. Then five. Then two. I lift my feetpaws and pick up my imp, hugging them to my chest like a teddy bear. They manage to twist around in my grasp to face the TV, catching sight of the clock.

"Whoa, you really aren't running! What's the deal? You even managed to get away last cycle, why give up this time?"

"Aww, did you miss me~?"

"I think that's my line, considering-"

I squeeze them tight, making them wheeze. "Just shut up and be cute for a minute, darling."

They do, for exactly one minute. At 20 seconds to midnight, I set my imp on the couch. I could run right now, but I learned my lesson last cycle; if my imp doesn't catch me, someone else will. And if I'm going to be caught by someone...

10 seconds.

We sit in silence together.

5

A funny feeling builds in my chest.

4

I feel my strength leaving my body.

3

The room seems to get bigger.

2

A shadow grows, looming over me.

1

I turn to see a demon grinning down at me.

0

"Well, I'm certainly glad you decided to stick around for this year." They grab my arms and pin me to the couch. One hand holds my hands over my head while the other grabs my face, forcing me to meet their gaze. "Regret not running off yet, pup~?"

I sigh and smile. "The only thing I regret is convincing myself I hated this."

"... W... Well, then, I guess you won't mind me taking my revenge!"

The blush on their cheeks make me hopeful that, when the next new year rolls around, they won't run either.

[xelles-archive]

what the-

i'm never going to get professionally diagnosed

[leossmoonn]

Unrequited Love || Part Four

masterlist | part three

pairing - 1980’s!stefan x vampire,fem!reader

type - angst, fluff, light smut 

note - cannot be read as a stand alone! click on my materlist to find the pervious parts :)

summary - after 64 years apart, you and stefan meet again

warnings / includes - language, alcohol and food consumption, fighting, crying, cheating, steamy make out scene + scenes alluding to sex, lots of time skips in this

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*gif isn’t mine*

“i had so much fun this weekend. thank you for everything.” you smiled as stefan carried your bags into your house.

“i’m glad you had fun. maybe we can do this again? for a whole week next time?” stefan suggested.

“don’t bet on it,” you chuckled.

stefan set your bags down in your kitchen, facing you with a frown. you tilted your head, walking over to him with confusion written all over your face.

“what’s the matter?”

“i just don’t want to say goodbye,” he sighed.

“me neither, but, we have to. i’m back home now. i have to get back to my normal life.”

“last weekend could be your normal life.” he took your hands into his, moving close to where there was no space between you two.

“that can’t happen,” you shook your head.

“it can. you know it can, you’re just not allowing it to happen.”

you opened your mouth to speak, but your words got caught in your throat.

“chase, he’s home. hide!” you whispered.

stefan ran upstairs, allowing you to situated. you ran to the kitchen counter and sprayed fabreez around the house to hide stefan’s scent. you got back into the kitchen right in time for chase to open the door.

“baby, you’re home!” he smiled.

you couldn’t help but smile back. “i’ve missed you, too.”

“how was indiana?” he set his bags down, practically running over to you and engulfing you into a hug.

“it was… amazing,” you breathed out.

“really? i heard indiana was boring and full of corn fields,” he pulled away.

“you just gotta be there with the right people,” you shrugged.

“i guess so. how long have you been home?”

“i just got home,” you said. “oh, are you tired?” he asked.

“eh,” you shrugged. “you’re never tired. man, i wish i had your energy,” he chuckled.

“you’re the same age as me,” you chuckled.

he’s definitely 64 years old, you heard stefan from upstairs.

you laughed out loud, slapping your hand over your mouth and looking at chase.

“what’s so funny?” he asked. “um, nothing! just um… you are so unusually happy, no offense. what is up?” you asked.

you were a little worried about his attitude. he seemed so excited and alive, so much more happier than he usually was, even on his best days. you hoped he didn’t know about you and stefan and wasn’t acting like this to get back at you.

“gee, thanks,” he rolled his eyes. “but if you must know, we just made half a million dollars!”

your jaw dropped in amazement. you were relieved that he had an actual reason to be overjoyed. now you had a reason to be overjoyed, too.

“w-wow, oh, my god! that’s amazing, chase! oh, i’m so proud of you!” you squealed, jumping up in excitement and hugging him.

“thank you. i-i know, i can’t believe it myself. it was all rodney, though. he really sold the deal.”

“well, you’re the one who came up with the pitch,” you said.

“true,” he chuckled. “anyways, we’re gonna be rich!”

“well, you’re going to be rich.”

“no, baby, we. i’ll save some of the money for you get into medical school and —”

“o-okay, okay, um, just slow down.”

“what? i thought you said you wanted to go to med school?”

“i do, i do, i just… let’s just focus on the now, okay?” you gave him a small smile.

you looked into his eyes, putting your hands on his shoulders to keep him still.

“forget what i said about medical school. i never said i wanted to go.”

he blinked a few times and smiled away. “wanna have dinner tonight with marcy and gabe to celebrate?”

“yeah, that’d be great.”

“great. i’m gonna go and celebrate with a few friends before.”

“okay,” you nodded.

“i love you.” he pecked your lips.

“i love you, too,” you smiled, watching him leave your house.

as soon as he shut the door, you ran upstairs, finding stefan snooping around your bedroom.

“anything peak your interest?” you asked, leaning against the doorframe.

stefan turned to you, setting the picture he was looking at down.

“i heard the good news. good for chase.”

“thank you. i’m very proud of him.”

“and you should be. half a million is good money.”

“it is.”

“you’re not gonna stay with him so you can steal his money?” stefan smirked. you rolled your eyes, grabbing a pillow and hitting him with it. 

“so, is this you and ryan?” stefan pointed to the picture he was looking at.

you walked over, picking up the photograph with a melancholy smile.

“yeah, that’s ry and i.”

“i thought you said you don’t discuss past relationships with present ones.”

“oh, well, i told chase this is my brother.”

“he believed that?”

“well, i do have a brother. o-or did,” you swallowed harshly.

“oh, i’m sorry,” stefan frowned. “ah, it’s alright. he was a human, so it was his time.” you set the photo down.

“anyways, i gotta get ready for dinner.”

“i’m sure you could spare a few moments.”

“for what?” you asked.

stefan snaked his hand around your waist, pulling you flush against him with an ‘hmph’.

“we’re in my house. this is where chase and i sleep,” you whispered.

“sleep or sleep?” stefan asked. “both,” you said.

“you told me he’s never made you never made you feel good in this bed. wouldn’t you hate to leave this bed someday without feeling good in it?” he asked.

you couldn’t deny how hot you felt. your body temperature, your mind running crazy, the heartbeat you felt just below your the waistband of your underwear. it was wrong, though, to have sex in your boyfriend’s bed. you knew you owed him that much respect. but stefan was also right. it would be a shame to leave that bed without you being able to feel good in it. maybe just this once…

“or we can go back to my place and —”

you crashed your lips onto his, taking your hands and pushing him on your bed. you took ahold of the back of his shirt, ripping it open and tossing it onto the floor. 

“i liked that shirt!” he pulled away, laughing as it landed on the ground. 

“i’ll buy you a new one, promise.” you dove your head down to his neck, planting wet and hot kissing on his skin. 

he sighed contently, laying down in the pillows with his hands on your waist, your fingertips crawling up your shirt. 

“i’m holding you to that.” 

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“y/n tells me that you two had the time of your life,” chase said. 

“yeah, we did.” marcy gave you a tight smile. 

you sighed, turning your attention back onto your food. you played with your food, your appetite getting smaller and smaller as the conversation between chase and marcy continued. 

“i’m surprised you had time to do anything fun. it was a business trip, right?” chase asked. 

“well, you know me, i love to mix business with pleasure,” marcy chuckled. 

“i totally understand. you know, i don’t know if y/n told you, but rodney and i are about to make a half a million.”

“wow! that’s great!” marcy exclaimed. “good job, man,” gabe clapped chase on the back. 

“thank you. i know, it’s wild. after ten years, we are finally getting what we deserve.” 

“we are so proud,” marcy smiled. “yeah, i am, too,” chase smiled. 

“what about you, y/n? what do you think about half a million?” gabe asked. 

“i-i think it’s great, yeah,” you nodded. “really? you don’t seem like you’re that excited,” marcy frowned. 

“i am,” you glared at her. “she was real excited when i first told her. she’s probably just tired. you took a nap before we left, right?” chase looked at you. 

“yeah, i’m just tired,” you confirmed. “i bet this wine isn’t helping. do you want some coffee? i can get you some coffee,” chase asked. 

“no, i’m fine. i’ll just…” your mouth hung open as you saw stefan from across the room. 

“what’s wrong, sweetheart?” chase nudged your foot. 

“nothing. i’m just… tired, you know,” you said, looking down at your plate again. 

you ignored stefan for the whole night, trying to seem more alive as you conversed. you and chase finally went home at one in the morning. 

“that was great food,” chase said. 

“it was,” you nodded. “it was nice seeing gabe. we need to hang out more. you think he would mind?” chase asked. 

“probably not,” you shook your head. 

“hey, are you okay? you’ve been so absentminded ever since you got home.”

“it was just nice being somewhere else for a while,” you shrugged. 

“well, we could move. you know, the guys who we pitched to base in indiana. working there would be a lot more convenient,” he said. 

“no, no, i love california. i just mean that i like vacations.” 

“well, we can go on more, if you'd like. i definitely would like that,” chase turned to you and smiled. 

you gave him a smile back, your mind running wild with guilt and fear. you didn’t sleep well that night. you tossed and turned, regret filling your thoughts no matter what you tried to think about. the horrible feeling of being a cheater was weighing on you. you wished you had ended it that night stefan first came to see you. you wished you told chase the truth when you had gotten home. you wished you hadn’t slept with stefan in this bed. shame was crawling all over you, getting under your skin and into your blood stream, into your brain and haunting you. you had to get out.

you got up from your bed, changing out of your pajamas and into yoga pants and a jacket. you grabbed a pair of headphones and your walkman, going into the night for a walk. 

“stupid, stupid, stupid,” you muttered. “what was i thinking! cheating on chase, who doesn’t deserve that, all because of some guy who technically ruined my life 64 years ago? sixty-for— my god, y/n, you are so stupid.”

you sighed, stuffing your hands into your pockets. “but he’s not just some guy,” you admitted to yourself. 

you breathed in the cold, crisp air, hoping it would help clear your mind make a few hard decisions. the way you saw it, you had three choices. you either compel chase and tell him you two never had a relationship, break up with him and tell him the truth without any mind compulsion, or continue your little affair until chase finds stefan fucking you in your house. obviously, the second option was ideal, but you were afraid. you were afraid of being seen as someone who you never thought you could be. you were afraid of admitting to your choices and owning up to the person you had become. you had to do it one day, though. 

you just wished you had met stefan before chase, or after chase. but things weren’t that simple, and they had never been for you. even as easy as your life seemed, with being a vampire and all, the universe still had a few tricks up its sleeve. you just didn’t know how to tell chase the truth. 

“what are you doing here so late?”

you whipped your head around to face stefan. “out for a walk.” 

“at four in the morning?” he asked. “yeah, what’s it to you?” you glared.

“hey, what’s wrong?” stefan asked, approaching you, but you stepped back. 

“no, you stay away,” you demanded. 

“why? d-did i do something wrong?” he asked. 

“yeah,” you nodded. “what?” he asked. “everything!” you exclaimed, exasperated. 

“you need to be more specific than that, sweetheart,” he said. 

“don’t call me that! i-i’m not your sweetheart,” you said. 

“what is going on with you?” he asked, starting to get irritated. 

“w-we can’t see each other anymore, okay?” you answered. “what do you mean?” he asked. 

“are you deaf or something? i said, we can’t see each other anymore.”

“where’d you get that idea?”

“i have a boyfriend, a life without you that you just crashed and walked all over! you are ruining my relationship.”

“the relationship that isn’t going anywhere?” he scoffed. 

you balled your fists in your pockets. “in case you hadn’t heard, chase just made big money, meaning we could move anywhere we wanted or do whatever we wanted!”

“you can do that with me!” 

“it’s not right! this isn't right!” you yelled.  “you didn't seem to think that this past weekend! o-or yesterday when we fucked in your bed!”

your mouth clamped shut at once. tears clouded your eyes and you screamed in anger. “just leave me alone!” 

“are we seriously gonna do this again? you know how that ended,” he said. 

“well, i know how wrong we are now.” 

“u-us being wrong? really?” he laughed incredulously. “yes, really,” you nodded. 

you turned on your heel, beginning to walk away. you needed to get as far away from him as possible. 

“you finally realized that after we slept together a million times? after we had dinner, told each other our life stories, fell in love again?” he yelled. 

“i was clouded by a fantasy,” you whipped back around. you stomped back up to him, getting up in his face. “and you were, too.” 

“but that fantasy could be real,” he looked at you helplessly. he grabbed your hands, holding you close to him. “it was real. it-it was real to me, and i know it was real to you.” 

you looked into his eyes, heart breaking at the tears that threatened to spill in them. he was begging you to stay, begging you to run away and leave chase and your family behind and start a new life with him. as good as that sounded, as much as you wanted a life with him, you both knew that that wasn’t the right way to achieve it.

“it was real for a weekend,” you admitted. “but not anymore.” 

“then leave him,” he pleaded. “you’re not happy with him. you don’t love him.”

“i am happy with him and i do love him,” you glared at stefan. 

“more than you love me?” he questioned. 

you sighed, tears running down your cheeks. “i-i can’t break his heart.”

“so you’re going to break yours?” 

“my heart would break either way,” you argued. “it could break less if you stayed with me,” he stated. 

you knew he was right. of course he was right. you were already one foot out the door with chase. why not just end it all later that day?

“how do i tell him?” you whispered, voice hoarse and heavy. 

“just tell him the truth. spare some details, but tell him the truth. he deserves that much.”

you nodded, sniffling as snot began to run down your lip. you laughed awkwardly, wiping your nose with your sleeve. stefan smiled at you, looking at you like you were his whole world as he wiped your tears away. and you were. you were his whole world. 

“i’ll tell him tonight,” you nodded. “you’re gonna wait the whole day?” stefan frowned. 

“i have to prepare,” you rolled your eyes. “no one can prepare for this,” stefan said sadly. 

“yeah,” you nodded. 

“hey,” stefan said softly. “you’re gonna do great.”

“thanks,” you rolled your eyes with a smile.  “i’ll be right there waiting for you,” he said. “don’t let chase see you. he might try and kill you,” you said. 

“i’d like to see him try.” 

you laughed, wiping your nose again. “alright. well, i’ll see you later.”

stefan nodded, bringing his lips to your forehead. “i love you.”

“i love you,” you hummed. 

————

“did you sleep okay?” chase asked. 

“meh,” you shrugged. “yeah, you were tossing around a lot. did you have bad dreams?” he asked. 

“yep,” you sighed. 

“maybe you can take a nap later. we can take one together, i’m tired, too.”

“that would be nice,” you smiled. 

he smiled back at you, pouring himself a cup of coffee. he poured you one, handing you the mug. 

“thank you,” you hummed, sipping on the hot liquid. 

“what are you doing today?” he asked. 

“maybe go to the supermarket,” you said. “if you end up going, can you get some more cereal?” he asked. 

you nodded, “will do.” 

you eyed him nervously as he read the newspaper. you knew you said you would wait until tonight, but you were afraid you wouldn’t be able to do that. you didn’t want to ruin his morning, though, but you knew you would end up ruining his night. there was no winning for you either way. 

“hey, chase?” you said, your voice getting higher with nerves. 

“mm?” he hummed, not taking his eyes off the paper. 

“i have something i want to talk to you about. can you uh, put the paper down, please?” you requested. 

he set the newspaper down, turning to you in curiosity. “what’s up?”

“um, well… i-i have something i need to tell you. something that i’ve been meaning to tell you for a little while now.” you started to fumble with your fingers, not being able to meet his eyes. 

“hey, you can tell me anything. don’t be so nervous.” he put his hand on yours, giving you what was supposed to be comforting squeeze, but it made you even more anxious. 

“just promise me you won’t tell at me right away,” you said, looking him in the eye. 

worry clouded his features at once. he gulped hardly, nodding in reply. 

“this weekend… i um… i —” 

the phone started to ring. 

“let me get that,” chase said, getting up. 

you sighed in relief, glad you had a few more moments to prepare. the phone call lasted for five minutes, giving you gently of time to work up a speech. you decided to not tell him the whole truth until tonight, like you had originally planned. you would just compel him to forget you needed to talk to him. 

“what were we talking about again?” chase asked after you compelled him.

“the supermarket,” you said. “ah, right. when are you going?” he asked. 

“in an hour or so. i need to take a shower,” you said. 

“alright. well, i have to head to the office and get some paperwork done. i didn’t realize how many papers i would be signing,” he chuckled. 

“well, that’s the price you pay as a half-a-milliionare,” you grinned. 

he smiled, “life has its blessings and curses. i’ll see you later.” he leaned over to you, pecking your lips. 

you got up, deepening the kiss by placing your hand behind his head, digging your fingers into his black hair. he smiled into the kiss, wrapping his hands around your waist and pulling your closer. 

despite the process of falling out of love with him, this kiss still made your stomach churn and heart sing. you knew it would hurt like no other tonight. 

you pulled away, eyes fluttering open. you were met with a big, surprised grin from chase. 

“what was that for?” he asked. 

“just wishing you good luck,” you shrugged. “well, you can definitely do that more often,” he smirked. 

you giggled, “i’ll try.” 

“bye, baby,” he waved at you on his way of leaving. 

“bye,” you waved back. 

he shut the door, leaving you to your own thoughts again. you made yourself busy by cleaning the house and doing the laundry. you went to the supermarket, buying ingredients for the dinner you were planning to make for him tonight. 

you started to pack once you got home. you knew that once you broke the news that chase wouldn’t want you here. and although it was your house, you decided to spare him the stress of finding a place to stay for the next few nights. you even thought of just giving the house to him. it’s not like you were staying here. not in san diego, anyways.

you also took a nap before making dinner. you got much better sleep than you did the night before. your mind seemed to calm down and let you have a few hours of peace.

when you woke up, you immediately went to work. you put on your favorite radio station, singing along to the jackson 5 as you cooked.

chase came home right as you were setting the table. he was surprised, to say the least, when he smelled the savory aroma of chicken pot pie. his mouth started to water as soon as he opened the door, and even more as he laid eyes on you.

you had decided to dress up tonight. nothing better than saying goodbye in fashion, you supposed. you were wearing a green velvet dress with black heels. the dress was a body-con, hugging you in all the right places. the sleeves of the dress went across your chest, wrapping around your shoulders and revealing the top of your breasts. you looked ravishing with plum-colored lipstick and the inner corners of your eyes shinning with gold. this would be a hard image for chase to forget.

“welcome home, dear,” you smiled.

“h-hey, baby. wow, what is all this for?” he asked, walking into the kitchen.

“just wanted to do something a little special. i know i’ve been a little distant lately and well… i just felt like you deserve something,” you explained.

“thank you. it smells amazing,” he hugged you. he pulled away quickly, drinking in your gorgeous figure. “and you look… perfect.”

“oh,” you smiled bashfully. “are you hungry?”

“starving,” he nodded.

“go ahead and sit,” you said.

“i’ll go and change my clothes first. i look like i just woke up from a nap,” he chuckled. he started to walk to the stairs, but you grabbed his forearm, pulling him back.

“you look handsome, chase. take a seat and i’ll bring the food out,” you said.

“alright,” he nodded, a bashful smile on his face as he obeyed.

you went back to the kitchen, bringing the food out. chase got up and helped you, bringing out the salad you had just mixed and the wine glasses. the poured you two drinks as you got settled in your seat.

“dig in,” you urged.

“don’t mind if i do,” he chuckled. he took his fork, breaking the top of his pot pie. he took a bite, moaning in satisfaction. “this is amazing, babe.”

“glad you think so,” you smiled.

you ate very little. you were too nervous for what you were about to tell him. you drank at least five glasses of wine, hoping it would relax your nerves, but it didn’t. you cursed your heightened tolerance of alcohol.

“dinner was great. thank you.” chase said as he finished the last bite of his salad.

“of course,” you nodded. you got up, grabbing the dirty plates. you made your way to the sink, beginning to wash them, but chase stepped in.

“here, let me. you’ve done so much already,” he said.

“thank you.”

he hummed in reply, placing a sweet kiss onto your temple before starting to wash. you went back to the table, grabbing everything but the wine glasses and setting them in the sink. you waited on the couch for him to be done. you turned on some music and lit some candles, creating the perfect ambiance for a romance night, something you were about to ruin in a good short moments.

“how was your day?” he asked once he sat down.

“boring. yours?” you asked.

“busy and boring. i’m glad to finally be home,” he sighed with a smile.

“i’m glad you’re home, too.” you looked at him, tears welling up in your eyes as you thought of your next words.

you wished — hoped — that this was a dream. that somehow, you had never met chase and had been with stefan all this time. or maybe you were already broken up with chase and had just begun to date stefan. you wanted a fantasy where you weren’t the bad guy.

“why are you crying? are you okay?” chase’s hand went up to your face, his thumb wiping your tears.

your hand grasped his and you began to sob. you couldn’t hold it in anymore.

“woah, what’s wrong, sweetheart?” he asked softly, putting his glass down and moving closer to you.

“i-i have to tell you something,” you cried.

chase gulped, an uneasy feeling settling in his chest. he looked at you worriedly. “what is it?”

you knew there was no way to sugar coat this, so you didn’t. you ripped off the band-aid right then and there.

“i’ve been cheating on you,” you sobbed. you didn’t dare to look him in the eye. not yet, not while he was still processing.

“i’ve been cheating on you with a-an old boyfriend. i didn’t go to indiana with marcy, i went to chicago with him. we spent the whole weekend together a-and i just… oh, i’m so sorry,” you wailed.

“it’s okay.”

your head shot up, your brows furrowing into the most flabbergasted look ever. “what?”

“i said it’s okay,” chase said. he sighed, “i know you’ve been seeing someone else.”

“oh,” you gasped, eyes widening. “h-how?”

“believe it or not, this hasn’t been the first time a girl has cheated on me.”

“oh, chase. i’m so sorry.”

he shrugged, “the luck i have.”

“when did you first find out?” you asked. you couldn’t help your curiosity.

“that phone call the first night you were there. you deflecting and you were so distracted. i knew for a fact something was up. i’ve known for a while now, actually, that night was just went i figured out. and well, i saw who you were looking at last night at dinner. that just confirmed my suspicions.”

“why didn’t you say anything before last night?” 

he shrugged, smiling sadly. “i just wanted a couple of nice nights together.”

“that’s why you’ve been acting so happy,” you realized.

“yeah,” he chuckled.

“i-i… i don’t know what to —”

“it’s alright. i knew this wouldn’t last. i’ve been an asshole to you since the beginning. i’m not surprised this happened,” he sighed.

“no, no,” you shook your head. you held his hands in yours, scooting closer to him. “this had nothing to do with you or your behavior.”

“then why did you cheat on me?” he asked, tears of his own running down his face.

“i just love him more than i love you,” you admitted.

you both winced at your words, but you both were glad you said them. you were finally able to admit this fact out loud, and chase was thankful you didn’t sugarcoat it. you weren’t the type of person to do that, anyways. he was thankful for you being straight with him.

“you’ve known him for a long time?” chase asked.

“yeah. since um… since high school,” you said.

“what’s his name?”

“stefan.”

“how did you two meet again?”

“he found me.”

“have you always loved him?”

you looked into chase’s eyes, not wanting to answer this question. you didn’t want to hurt him any more, but you knew that was inevitable. so you nodded with a sigh, admitting shamefully.

“yes.”

“does he treat you well?”

“yeah,” you said with a little smile.

“does he make you dinner, buy you flowers, all that stuff?”

“yeah,” you nodded.

“you deserve that,” chase said. “i-i don’t,” you shook your head.

“you do. even though you’re a cheater.”

he looked at you, a little smile on his face. you couldn’t help but laugh, nodding in agreement.

“yeah. i am. i’m sorry, again.”

“did you ever think i was the one?” he asked.

“no.”

“do you think s-stefan is the one?”

your face lit up with a bright smile. you couldn’t help it. “i do.”

chase sighed, giving you a sad, polite smile. “i hope it works out then.”

he got up, gathering his coat and wallet. you ran up to him, stopping him.

“i’ve already packed my things. you can stay here until you find a place,” you said.

“thanks.” he put his stuff down.

you nodded, going upstairs and getting your suitcases. you went to the door, setting your things down and slipping out of your heels and into your sneakers. you turned to him before leaving, giving him the most sorry look you could.

“i’m sorry, chase. you deserve better. you will find the girl for you,” you said.

“i have a feeling the next one will be the one for me.”

you chuckled, “she will.” you opened the door, a little taken aback to see stefan standing there in a tux with a bouquet in his hands.

“is that him?” chase asked.

you nodded sheepishly. chase walked up to stefan.

“hey, man,” chase said.

“hi,” stefan gave him a polite smile.

without warning, chase punched stefan. your eyes widened and you gasped, but you didn’t stop him. stefan didn’t even seemed to be that affected.

chase stepped back, nursing his hand. he went back into the house, turning back to stefan before letting you leave.

“treat her right. don’t let a good thing get away.”

“i won’t,” stefan smiled at you.

“goodbye, chase,” you said softly.

“bye, y/n. i’ll let you know when i’ve found a place.”

“yeah, okay,” you nodded. tears slipped down your cheeks once more as you stepped out of your house.

chase slammed the door as soon as you got out. stefan helped you with your bags, packing them into your car. before you got into the car, stefan pulled you into a hug. he wrapped your arms around your shoulders, kissing the crown of your head. you exhaled deeply, burying your face into his chest and hugging him back. 

“i love you, you know that,” he said.

“i don’t love myself very much right now,” you mumbled.

“you did the right thing tonight. he didn’t seem too upset. he only punched me.”

you chuckled, “yeah, that wasn’t terrible.”

“i deserved it,” stefan shrugged.

“i deserve a punch in the face, too,” you stated.

“how about some ice cream and a movie instead?” stefan suggested.

“you think i deserve ice cream?”

“just a movie, then? i’ll eat the ice cream.”

you smirked, opening the car door and getting into the driver’s seat. “save some for me when i feel less shitty?”

“of course,” he nodded, getting into the passenger seat. “i’ll even buy you a new pint.”

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Dad! Fred Weasley x Fem! Reader (Granger and mum too)

Warnings: Cursing, mentions of food, sort of sad, abandonment issues, pregnancy, vomiting, not a lot but tell me if I missed any.

A/N: I'm obsessed with dad fred ok?

Y/N= Your Name L/N= Your Last Name Y/H= Your House, Y/N/N: Your Nickname

"I'm sorry! I-It's just that between the shop, and Umbridge, and my mum- It's all too much and I can't also-" Fred says as I feel tears drip down my cheeks. "You also can't have me? I didn't know that I was such a burden Fred. If I knew I wouldn't of burdened you for three fucking years." I say and he looks at me hurt. "No- No! I didn't mean that- Baby" He begins but I let out a choked laugh. "You can't call me that. No not when you are breaking up with me. That's not fair." I cry and he tries to move closer but I take a step back picking up the clothes in my closet. "W-What are you doing?" He asks and I throw his shirts at him as I grab his things on the bottom. "I can barely face you now. I'm not facing you to give you your things back." I tell him and I hear a choked cry. "Please don't do this. We can still be friends." He tells me and I laugh through my tears. "You can't call me a burden and say that shit line." I tell him. I turn around to see tears strolling down his face, barely any because of the fight he is putting up.

I finally cry and wrap my arms around him. He places his hand on my head and the other on my back, holding me where I was. "I'm so sorry" He whispers in my hair and I just sob into his shirt. He finally leaves when George calls him and I watch from my window the fireworks off in the distance. I sit down on my bed and feel myself break mentally. 'I don't know how I will do this on my own.' I think to myself staring at the pregnancy test I took yesterday. I was planning on telling him but when he clumped me in with his burdens, it was too hard. I just curl up into a ball crying until I fall asleep.

***

"HERMIONE HE'S DOING IT AGAIN- FINN" I yell as the baby flings his lunch at me. "SWITCH!" She yells back in the same worried tone. I grab Ginger my other newborn as she grab my spoon and place her on her tray. She fights me as I try to swaddle her and I plead her silently. I hear the doorbell ring and Hermione perks up. "Don't you dare-" She begins but I place Ginger in her cot and run out to see who it is.

I open the door and my breath hitches lightly. "Hey Y/n..." George says nervously. He looks up and does a double take. "A-Are you alright?" He stutters at my appearance. "Yeah just work getting ahead of me." I explain and he nods. "So... Watcha doing here? For the first time.. In a year..." I mumble the last part and he looks around confused. "Where's Hermione. She invited me saying something about needing to tell me something." He explains. "HERMIONE" I groan and she walks out and smiles at George. "You made it!" She exclaims and I point at her. "You're dead." I say and I run towards her angrily.

"WHAT THE HELL YOU CALLED GEORGE?!"

"LOOK I CAN'T TELL YOU ENOUGH THEY NEED A MALE INFLUENCE AND SURE AS HELL FRED WON'T BE IT SINCE YOU HAVE NO GUTS, HE'S THE BEST OPTION."

"I CAN DO THIS ON MY OWN" I yell back and she sends a firm smack to the side of my head. "YOU ARE 19 YOU SHOULDN'T HAVE TO!" She yells back and George finally made it over to us confused as hell. "As much as I love the Granger sisters fighting over me... This is not what I had in mind." He points and I groan at the sound of Finn crying. "Look what you made me do." I tell her and she gasps starting to rant again. I walk into the baby's room. I smile sweetly at the boy crying in his cot.

"Hi baby..." I whisper and he gurgles at me smiling. I walk over and pick him up, rocking him lightly. I sit down on my rocker and he swiftly falls back asleep. I reach my free hand to poke inside of Ginger's cot, her hand wrapping around my finger. I smile at the two and hear a gasp. "Y/n-" He begins and I shush him softly, not taking my eyes off my baby boy. "He's asleep." I whisper, too distracted by my ginger baby to register what's going on.

"W-Who are the parents?" He asks kneeling in front of the rocker to rub a knuckle against his head lightly. "They're mine..." I whisper and look up, a tear dripping down my face that clearly gives away my happy smile. "What do you mean? Its only been a year since you two-" He stops realizing what happened. "Is this my nephew?" He asks smiling softly at him. "Maybe." I whisper and he looks at me smiling with tears sliding down his cheeks. "C-can I hold him? Or her?" He asks, guessing at the colors of their sleeping sacks. I smile sweetly getting up. I hand him Finn softly and he gasps at the size of the baby in his hands. "Y/n- You're 19. How- Why?" He asks and I sigh, rubbing my knuckle into Finn's chest lightly. "My sister has helped but honestly I don't know. It's been a crazy year." I explain. "I'm willing to help. Especially now." He tells me and I smile.

***

I pick up Ginger trying to put her shoes on her as she gurgles in protest. "Hey baby you gotta wear shoes now that you're walking, that's the deal." George explains and she gurgles lightly as if she understood. He's fighting Finn to get his shoes on and I finally put on Ginger's. "Tough ones we got here." He says, wiping sweat from his brow. His arm getting hit by a flying tantrum going on next to him. He looks at him and shakes his head chuckling. He scoops up the almost two year old in his arms and laughs. "He is a kicker." He tells me and we finally get them dressed. "Ugh we really need to stop bringing them to the shop, its getting risky." I tell him and he laughs as if I said the best joke ever. "There is no way these kids are being raised without knowing the joke shop, and plus Fred is off on Wednesdays." He explains and I nod curtly.

We walk to the shop talking about the kids who are settled on our hips. "So I will take up cleaning tomorrow if you bring them to the park the next day and I think there might be a Hermione visit. And I bought some baby food with solid because I don't know if they will still like it-" I begin but get cut off by George chuckling. "You are overthinking this. You are a great mum and if they won't eat solid,  you have a blender." He explains and I nod. He's been amazing at calming my anxiety when it come to the kids. He took the role as helpful uncle and comes over all the time but makes sure he doesn't overstep. I make my way inside the shop and he makes his way to customers. I get to the till having Ginger in her stroller next to me. Every hour he switches with me saying they need time with their mama.

The shop finally closes and he helps me with the stroller up the steps. We quickly make our way to the room and Ginger gets up waddling to his bed. I fold his clothes as they play on the bed. I hear a muffled conversation as me and the kids stay quiet. He walks in and Finn gasps reaching out for him. He hands him the milk and Ginger whines until we pass the milk quickly to her. She lays on her back playing with her feet as she drinks her milk.

"These kids..." He laughs. He grabs Finn and opens the door. "Fred's gone don't worry. He will be for the next hour." He tells me to my worried expression. I nod and he comes back with Finn in a new diaper and hands him to me. "He has been kicking me lately. The little bugger." He says rubbing his arm. I laugh and nuzzle my nose against his. "He's obviously like his father." I state and he nods smiling.

***

I make my way into the shop searching for George as the two toddlers point out everything. I hear Ginger gasp and bolt. I run after her clutching on to Finn. I look around scared as shit I lost my baby. When I hear someone talking to her.

"UNCLE RORGE!" I hear her squeal and I laugh realizing she found her uncle. "What sweetheart? Where's your mother?" I hear a voice ask laughing. "Uncle Rorgeeee. You promised me you would bring treats!!" She complains as I look for the aisle they're in. "I'm sorry little one but I'm not George. I'm Fred. What's your name?" He asks and I freeze. "Isn't Red daddy's name?" Finn asks and I can't answer. He slides out of my grasp, obviously knowing where Ginger is. I yell after him and see the man Ginger was talking to. I gasp lightly and she's giggling.

"Uncle Rorge that's not your name! Your name is Rorge. R-O- MUMMY! I FOUND UNCLE RORGE." She points out. "There's your mum. Hello ma'am- Y/n?" He asks confused. "C'mon Ginger. Uncle George is probably somewhere." I say not answering I pick her up as she cries saying Uncle George is right in front of her. I quickly scoop Finn up and quickly walk to find George. "Y/n! What- Crap its Wednesday." He says shocked. He grabs Finn from my hands and bounces him lightly. "UNCLE RORGE TEL-TELR- HE USED A PORTAL" Ginger tries and I nod rubbing her hands. "You- Oh no- Oh shit- Oh sorry-" George stutters. "I'm going to hide in your office now-" I state and he grabs my hand. "You need to face him. He is their father." He tells me and I wipe a tear from my eyes. "I can't George. Not yet." I say and he drops my hand nodding. "C'mon then." He tells me and I walk to the office with him.

I hear banging on the door and it finally opens. "Y/n-" He gasps and I ignore him playing with Ginger. "Y/nnnn" I hear him say again. "Yes Fredrick?" I ask and he tugs my shoulder playfully and George walks in. "Great, your on babysitting duty." I say and George tries to protest but I try and bolt. Fred stops me. He moves carefully so I can't get past him. "A-Are you sheep dogging me?" I ask and he shrugs. "If it works. Now when did Y/n Granger start babysitting?" He asks and I try to move past him. "Two years ago. When you broke my heart, remember that?" I ask and his smile turns into a frown. "I've been trying to get a hold of you. Every day for an hour I question Hermione or someone." He tells me and I laugh. "Anyways- I need to-"

"MUMMY FINN 'OOK MY BLANKET!!!" Ginger screeches. I turn around and George is trying to help the best he can. "I- They fight over everything-" He tries and I laugh walking over. "C'mere baby." I say to Finn. I take the blanket from his hands and he sobs. I grab the dummy and pop it in his mouth, calming him instantly. "Mummy?" He asks and I sigh. "They're two." I explain. I watch the gears turn in his head. "I- No- Wait- Are- What- No-" He stutters, shocked. "Yep. Meet Ginger and Finn Weasley- Well Granger-Weasley. Felt wrong to take the fathers name out." I explain and he collapses to his knees. "UNCLE RORGE! THERE ARE TWO!!!" Ginger states, finally looking around.

***

"Mummy. Mummy. Mummy. Mummyyyy." I hear Finn complain next to me. "Yes light of my life?" I ask sighing. "When's daddy coming? And when's dinner? And why are bananas curved? And why are me and Ginger's hair red when yours is brown? Do we get that from Daddy? Where is daddy?" He questions. "Finny- Baby- Daddy is coming in twenty minutes. Dinner will be done in an hour. I don't know, I need to google it. Yes daddy gave you ginger hair. And on his way." I explain turning so we can google it together. "Ok so bananas are curved so they can get sun." I explain. He nods and slides out of my lap. "Thank you mummy!" He yells behind him as he runs.

The doorbell rings and I open it to see Fred. I give him a quick hug as we all sit down for dinner, Fred answering all of Finn's wild questions as I listen to Ginger tell me its paghetti not spaghetti. We all finish and I clean the dishes while Fred reads them a story. He walks out and sighs laughing. "Ginger just had a long ass argument about how an elephant not a giraffe was in  Africa. She does not realize that she can't read." He tells me and I laugh. "She refuses to admit it. Yesterday she tried reading to Finn. Pride and Prejudice was a ballsy move." I explain and he laughs. "My girl would do that." He says. "Want to watch a movie?" He asks and I sigh. "Fred you need to head home soon." I tell him and he nods sighing. "I know... But can't two friends watch the thrilling and sexy adventure of- Aurora?" He says picking up a random tape.

I laugh and take the tape shaking my head. "I don't want anyone to get the wrong idea Fred." I tell him, poking his nose. "Then let's make it the correct idea." He boldly puts. I chuckle taking the blankets from the couch. "What do you mean Fred?" I ask and he moves to hold my arms lightly. "I want to be yours. And- And I want you to be mine." He states and I look at him shocked. "Don't do this Fred." I whisper and his smile falters for a second. "Do what?" He asks softly.

"Don't do this." I say circling my arms between us. "Fred I love you but based off of three years ago, you don't love me. And I finally found my peace with that. But please. Please do not say you love me when I know you don't. I love that you are such an amazing father that you would throw yourself into an unhappy relationship just for them. But I can't. I don't want fake. I want your real love. And I won't allow myself to accept the man I love to say he loves me when he doesn't." I rant and he pulls me closer. "That's not why I'm saying that. Please." He whispers the last part, placing his forehead against mine. "Fred. I'm not going to be a burden again. That's why I couldn't tell you about those two amazing kids in there. I'm not using them as a way to have you again." I say and he looks at me with hurt eyes. "At least allow me a movie. Just a movie. I don't care if you say I don't love you when I do. But I just want to hold you again." He whispers and I sigh. "A movie."

I sit down on the couch and he slides next to me. "I do love you, more than the world." He whispers and I feel my eyes sting from tears trying to leave. I hear Ginger cry and I get up instinctively. "She's been having bad dreams lately." I tell him wrapping my jacket around myself. "Sit down. I got her." He tells me and I nod sighing.

I hear the baby monitor register him entering their room and I grab it to see what's going on.

"Daddy!" She sobs clutching to her fathers shirt. "Hey little one. What's wrong?" He asks calmly, wiping her face. "I had a bad dream. I got up and Finn was gone and mummy and you. Then there was a dragon and it chased me!" She sobs and he holds her close nodding. "Look baby. There's Finn. And mummy is right in the living room." He assures her. "But every time I wake up you aren't here anymore. You always leave. Why can't you stay? Mummy makes pancakes every Wednesday and she tells us they used to be your favorite. And- And why don't you stay?" She cries into his shirt, breaking his heart. "I'm so so sorry baby. I would stay. I would. But I can't right now. But I promise I will be one day." He tries. "Why don't you and mummy have rings?" She suddenly asks and he looks at her confused. "What do you mean baby?" He asks and she digs her face into his shirt more. "Sophie's mummy and daddy have rings. And they always hug. Why do you and  mummy not do that?" She asks and he smiles at her softly. "Because mummy and daddy are a little different than Sophie's." He tells her and she pouts. "Don't you love mummy?" She asks and he sighs. "I do baby. Very much. But some things are harder than others. But I promise. I will always be here for you. And I am so sorry for all that lost time but I promise, I will make it up to you." He whispers. They stay there quietly hugging until Ginger finally drops her head, quietly sleeping. He smiles laying her on the bed assigned to her and tucks her in softly. "God I love you. More than the world." He whispers, almost exactly how he said to Y/n moments before, with the same look in his eyes. Love.

I wipe my eyes hearing him walk out. His eyes are puffy but he shows no sign of sadness on his face. "Fred?" I whisper and he looks over smiling. "Yes?" He asks and I sigh. "Make me a promise." I tell him and he nods confused. "If I do this. You have to promise me. Do you actually love me or do you just love our children?" I ask and he laughs. "I love you all. Y/n you are the love of my life. Why are you asking this?" He asks and I finally kiss him. He perks up in surprise but he slowly melts into it. "God I love you so much." He whisper in between the kiss. Finally we break away chuckling as he smiles at me. "Want to watch our movie now? I was told there are some sexy adventures in Sleeping Beauty." I ask and he chuckles sitting down on the couch. "I also wanted to say, I might have promised a ring in the future." He suddenly says and I laugh holding up the baby monitor. "Shit I forgot we had that." He laughs and I kiss hiss jaw lightly. "Guess I caught you." I whisper and he laughs.

***

I wake up in my bed thinking last night was a far-fetched dream and smell smoke. "Fuck he is too much like his father." I whisper to myself. I run out and the twins are no where to be seen. I see Fred and he is throwing toast in the trash sadly. "Watcha doing?" I ask and he looks up sighing. "Trying to make breakfast..." He groans sitting down. I walk over and rubs his shoulders as he hums lightly. "Its Wednesday you blessing of a man." I whisper and he chuckles nodding. He turns, puckering his lips and I kiss him quickly. "Get the two arsonists awake please." I say as I grab a pan. He groans moving closer to me. "Why ruin the fun so early?" He asks, his hands sliding around my waist. He kisses my neck as I lean my head away slightly. "Mmm... As much as I would love to, the muffling spell is going to drop at any given moment and Finn is a light sleeper. The boy will tell Ginger we didn't wake them up and they will plot." I explain and he laughs at the thought.

"DADDY!" I hear Ginger yell and Finn runs out to find me. "DADDY'S HERE!" He tells me and I gasp. "He is?! Does that mean we should make french toast?!" I ask and Finn tugs my pyjama bottoms. "NOOO WE NEED TO MAKE PANCAKES!!!!" He whines and I laugh nodding. "FINN! CMONNNN" Ginger yells as she pulls Fred behind her. "COMING! WE'RE WATCHING TV WITH DADDY!" He tells me and I smile. "Go on then!" I tell him.

I finish making pancakes and we all eat together. Fred gets up and Ginger grabs him. "What baby?" He asks and she shoves her face into his leg. "You're leaving aren't you?" Finn asks and he smiles at Ginger, picking her up. "Just to the bathroom. Me and mummy thought you two would like a daddy day. I'm staying here for the whole day." He says winking at me. They all cheer and he moves over to kiss the top of my head and walking to the bathroom. "Mummy..." Ginger whispers. "Yes?" I ask in the same hushed tone. "Daddy kissed you." She tells me and I nod. "Yes he did." I whisper and she giggles happily.

***

I wake up to feel Fred moving around. "What are you doing?" I ask sleepily and he kisses my head. "Finn peed his bed, I got it though." He whispers and lays down next to me. "Does he need a bath?" I ask and he laughs. "Covered." He tells me and I smile nuzzling into his arm. "My hero." I mumble and he chuckles. I start to feel woozy and I rush out of bed. "Darling?" He yells behind me. I throw up into the toilet as I feel my body shake. He rushes in and grabs my hair into a ponytail. "Darling! Oh my god this is why you don't let me make meals." He tells me and I laugh weakly.

"I feel like now is a brilliant time to tell you. I might be pregnant." I tell him smiling. "Surprise..." I whisper doing weak jazz hands.

[anonymousweirdo]

My favourite Loki

“You know I’m not really his favourite.”

Loki’s brow furrowed temporarily at the unexpectedness of Sylvie’s sudden proclamation. “Okay.” He huffed.

“Wow you’re not even trying to hide your jealousy there I see.” Sylvie chastised smugly.

“I’m not jealous.” Loki stated seeing Sylvie raise an amused eyebrow he continued, “I can see that it would seem that I am because I said that rather quickly but believe me I am not in the slightest.”

“Oookay.” Sylvie replied rolling her eyes. “I mean he may have looked at me as he said it but he meant it about you.”

A few moments passed between the two as they continued on their way.

“Now really. Why should I care if Mobius likes you more than me?” Loki said carefully and deliberately making sure he had a perfect evenness to his tone.

“Oh I don’t know why but you do.” Replied Sylvie.

“I’m not even going to dignify you with a response.”

“Tell you what.” Remarked Sylvie. “I’ve never been one to turndown a wager and I’m sure you’re the same. I have an idea to propose about our little Mobius situation.”

She smiled at Loki who was waiting for her to continue. Realising she wouldn’t unless he further prompted her he reluctantly said. “Alright but the stakes better be high.”

Sylvie’s face instantly brightened with a deviant smile, “Oh believe me they are.”

Loki didn’t like the way she said this but really wanted to beat her at her own game so he said, “Well let’s have it.”

“Next time we meet Mobius we’ll figure out for certain which one of us he likes more. If it turns out you’re right and he likes me more I’ll teach you all I know about enchantment. However...” she smiled wickedly, “If it turns out I’m right, which I certainly am, and you’re his absolute favourite you have to kiss him.”

Loki felt his heart leap at this but ignored it and refused to show any sign of embarrassment or emotion whatsoever. He stretched out his hand to seal the deal and smiled smoothly. “You’re on.”

“Great!!” She enthusiastically shook his hand, “I hope you’re as smooth a kisser as you are a talker.” She teased.

“And I hope you won’t look too idiotic, which you will, when you become enchanted by the very person you taught enchantment to.” Loki smiled keenly.

***

Meanwhile Mobius had his fair share to deal with as taking down the TVA was no easy task. He had however found deep within himself courage and was heavily determined. Whether he admitted it or not Loki had really inspired him to think for himself and what he truly wanted in life. Not what certain higher beings dictated was ‘sacred’ or ‘supposed’ to happen.

Comforting Ravonna with all this proved to go as unfavourably as expected. She of course didn’t see it that way and was used to the idea of ‘timekeepers’ controlling the universe. Not to mention the last time they had met she ordered him to be pruned. He held nothing against her in fact he still respected her in a way. Perhaps that’s why instead of banishing her to somewhere awful or locking her away he sent her to where she was really from. Her life before she joined the TVA. She may have gone unwillingly but perhaps in the end her mind, or rather her heart, would change.

Regardless Mobius hoped for the best. He was startled by a TemPad portal opening which Loki and Sylvie stumbled clumsily out of. He couldn’t help but grin wildly at the sight of them, both relieved to know they were safe and heavily amused at the way they lay on the floor in tangled mess.

Loki quickly got up as though he hadn’t fallen in the first place and gave Mobius a quick half smile. “Well. You were right about one thing. We did manage to see each other again.”

“That we have.” Said an amused Mobius.

“If you two are through flirting I’d appreciate a hand.” Sylvie announced still positioned uncomfortably on the ground.

Mobius reached down and offered her a hand kindly helping her to her feet. “So,” he started, “How’d meeting the almighty timekeepers go?”

“Well it wa-“ Loki was cut off by Sylvie.

“It went well but we have more pressing matters now.”

Mobius raised an amused eyebrow “More important... huh.” He muttered.

“Which one of us do you like more?” She said bluntly.

Loki grimaced for but a moment then stated, “What Sylvie means is, we have a wager, that has very high stakes involved, which depends on your answer to this question. It’s not that it’s all terribly important... just another way to see which one of us is the superior Loki you see.”

Mobius surprised just stared at the both of them in wonder thoroughly entertained. “Well well well!”

“I already know your answer and it’s him.” Sylvie declared jabbing a finger in Loki’s general direction, ”So you needn’t draw it out.”

“Hey now, that’s rather presumptions besides being clearly inaccurate.” Loki remarked. Shifting his attention to Mobius he said matter of factly, “You said ‘you’re my favourite’ while looking at her. Besides she really is quite deviant and not fully unpleasant to look at.”

“Why thank you.” Said Sylvie who had never received such a wonderful backhanded compliment in all her life. “But...” she now looked at Mobius, “You realise he’s much more of a Loki than I am, if I can even be called a Loki. And it is Loki’s you’re fond of not to mention you’ve gotten to know one another so much more than you and I have.”

“But!” Interrupted Loki who was trying his absolute best to convince Mobius Sylvie was the more favourable of the two of them. “She has really amazing fighting skills and is quite crafty plus she knows enchantment. Also you’ve made it clear you consider her the ‘superior’ Loki.”

“Just because he recognises-“

She was cut short by Loki, “Considers.”

“Whatever,” she continued, “Me as the superior Loki doesn’t mean I’m his favourite.”

“Yes well-“

Loki was stopped by a soft chuckle emanating from Mobius.

“Wow... I don’t think I’ve ever been fought over this much in my life even my previous one. If I was I know I’d never forget it. Gotta say I’m flattered!” He raised both hands in a showy shrug.

“We’re not fighting over you we’re simply trying to get an answer out of you so I can prove to her that I’m clearly the superior Loki and claim my prize.” Loki professed.

“Oh really?” Said Mobius who could see right through Loki as he usually does, “Because it really sounds to me like you’re fighting over me.”

“We are absolutely n-“

“Ugh just answer the question already!” Moaned an exasperated Sylvie.

“Well...” Mobius hesitated immensely enjoying the whole situation. “Unlike the two of you I don’t lie so in all honesty....”

Loki could hardly take the build up. Feeling his heart grow faster with every millisecond that went by and absolutely hating it.

“You’re both my favourite.” Mobius simply said at last.

“Oh.” Loki and Sylvie uttered in unison

Loki turned to face Sylvie, “I guess we were both wrong.”

“Yeah... I guess we were both right too.”

“You know...” she continued a little smile growing across her face, “I’ll still teach you a little enchantment if you do you know what.”

“Absolutely not.”

“Your loss.” She shrugged, “Guess I’ll just always be the superior Loki.”

“Now that’s just cruel.”

Loki had a million thoughts cascading around in his head trying to ignore most of them he in the end couldn’t ignore his pride and with a reluctant sigh stepped towards Mobius.

“My friend,” He started. “Um well you see. We had this wager on who your favourite was obviously you know this but well.”

His confidence wavering he tried his best to explain the details without showing any sign of embarrassment or foolishness. He failed immensely.

“And it’s just that the stakes were I mean are quite high. She,” Loki glared in Sylvie’s direction who friendly waved at him, “Offered to teach me enchantment and still will if I hold up my end of the bargain.”

“So hold up your end of the bargain.” Said Mobius very amused at how flustered Loki was. How Loki was currently the complete opposite of how he always tried to make people perceive him. Instead of being confident and prideful Loki was uncertain and bashful which Mobius found rather endearing.

“Yes well.” Loki smiled painfully, “That’s the thing. I know I lie a lot but believe me. Believe me this was her idea.”

Mobius waited for him to continue pleased at the whole situation.

“Um.” Loki cleared his throat then let it all out abruptly, “If I kiss you then she’ll teach me enchantment.”

“Is that so?” Mobius said looking at Sylvie who was behind Loki.

She met his gaze and nodded enthusiastically.

W-o-w silently mouthed Mobius.

“Believe me if there was any another way I’d choose it instead but this is my only option.” Mumbled a throughly flushed Loki.

“Alright. Give it a go.” Said Mobius.

“Wait really?” Said a rather taken aback Loki.

Mobius chuckled, “Sure why not. You really can’t stand being second place can you?”

Loki uncomfortable and not knowing at this point how he even wanted to respond. Just lamely said “Okay well don’t blame me if she becomes your favourite after this.”

“Oh don’t worry I won’t.” Said Mobius looking as unbothered as Loki was uncomfortable.

Loki slowly inched forward towards Mobius and all those thoughts started to race through his head again much too quickly. All those feelings. All those things he doesn’t allow himself to process or even consider.

Seeing his friend step closer leaning into him only made it so much worse. His friend. Loki couldn’t recall if he could truly say that about anyone else. Other than Sylvie of course. Maybe that’s why this whole situation was driving him mad.

Just as their faces were mere inches apart Loki drew back forcefully. And exclaimed with a very offputing bitterness to his tone, “Actually there’s really no need for any of this I’m clearly the superior Loki. I don’t need to justify that to either of you.”

Mobius just stood there slightly stunned.

Sylvie just stood behind the both of them no longer smiling.

Loki continued to fill the suffocating silence that was quickly enveloping them. “Besides I can teach enchantment to myself it’s not like I need anyone for that.”

“Loki.” Mobius prompted gently.

“It’s not like I need anyone in general for that matter.” Loki declared refusing to acknowledge or except the tears that threatened to stream from his eyes. He turned away thinking of leaving. Of grabbing the TemPad and just going wherever it would take him. He closed his eyes and said scathingly “This was fun while it lasted but who are we kidding.”

“Stop it.” Said Sylvie who couldn’t bear it any longer. “Just please... stop lying.”

Loki completely lost in his own head and heart suddenly felt something warm wrap around him. He opened his eyes to see both Mobius and Sylvie who had caught him in a group hug.

“I used to think I didn’t need anyone either.” Muttered Sylvie who’s face was tightly pressed into his shoulder. “But no matter how many times I told myself that lie it didn’t make it true.”

Loki felt Mobius’ breath tickle his neck as he softly said, “Loki you may lie in order to not let anyone get close to you, know you, or love you, but that won’t stop us.”

And in an instant all the lies Loki told himself about how he felt about other people, how he felt about caring for others and being cared for, shattered with the simple realisation of a simple truth. He wasn’t wrong. He truly didn’t need anyone he just needed his friends.

Loki put his arms around the both of them finally letting go of his fear of being loved. Then hesitating for but a moment he tenderly placed a soft kiss on Mobius’ cheek first then on Sylvie’s.

They stayed like that for a while longer all embracing one another. Until Sylvie happily muttered, “Guess I have to teach you enchantment after all.”

Loki let forth an amused short snort of laughter. “Well I guess you do.”

“And you guys honestly thought I could choose between the two of you.” Mobius shook his head amused, “Look at you, you’re adorable!”

“We are aren’t we?” Said Sylvie owning it.

Loki just smiled genuinely. Happily. Warmly. Knowing without a doubt in his mind that he had found his favourite people of all time.

[cosmobutcowboy]

OK LITTLE FICLET I WEOTE BASED ON DARRY AND BUCK IG? IDK I MIGHT DO SUM W THIS

I think Ponyboy was excited too. The way most kids are when it's their birthday. But he was probably kinda sad, what with it being his first birthday since mom and dad died. Nevertheless I wanted him to enjoy the day so here I was, outside the record store to find him a gift.

All of the gang had gotten him gifts already. Soda got him a black T shirt and a fancy lighter and running shoes for track, he'd worked over time at the DX for it. Johnny got him some book he kept mentioning, Dally claimed to not care. "Big deal the kids almost fourteen" he said, but he had a switchblade for him. I wasn't very happy about this because all the trouble Pony would probably get in with it, but at least Dally tried. Twobit got him a football and candy and even Steve got him some bottles of Pepsi.

I hadn't gotten him anything yet. I had to pay off bills and buy groceries, but now I had fifty dollars left over. I knew he liked music a good bit but I didn't know exactly what artists he liked.

I walked around the store for a bit, trying to tune out the pop music playing unnecessarily loud and trying to see if any names jumped out as being anything he'd mentioned liking, so far none did.

I was stood in the pop section, trying to find something even slightly familiar, when a skinny blond guy walked over. It was Buck Merrill. The guy Dally was free loading off of. He had been in the grade ahead of me in Highschool. We weren't exactly friends but talked a bit sometimes, when I used to be into rodeos and stuff. He was one of few guys that, like me, were neither greaser nor Soc, but I wasn't too bothered with him. He was kind of a dumb hick. "Hey, Darrel" he said. "Hello, Buck"

"How've ya been?"

"I've been pretty good, you?"

"Ah, the same ol' same ol'" he said.

He had his stupidly long blond hair falling into his eyes and he was holding four records, one was Hank Williams, as per usual. The Ronnettes which surprised me and the two others I couldn't see.

"Ya looking for anything in particular?" He asked. "Uhhh I guess?"  I responded. "Well what do ya like?" He asked. "I don't care for music." I responded curtly. He laughed  "So what? You in a record store for kicks?".

"It's almost my younger brothers birthday and I'm trying to chose a gift."

"Do you know what he likes?" He asked.

"Buck, why are you playing record connoisseur?" I asked. "I ain't, Im just asking"  he said. "Well, I don't know that's why I'm here" I responded. "I mean, I don't know what teenagers like these days."

"Oh?" He asked.

"Man, im getting old" I sighed. "No you ain't. You feel old but ya ain't yet. Or if you are, ya certainly don't look it" he joked. 

For some reason this compliment made me happy or I guess relieved. Over him telling me I wasn't getting old.

"Look, Ya look like a lost dog, walking around this store. It's makin' me sad. Can I at least try help ya find something?" He practically pleaded. "Fine. Whatever" I responded.

We walked around the store, while he showed me various records and I eventually bought an Elvis one. Since Buck said he was apparently all the rage. For someone who listed to music that my father liked, he sure knew a lot about modern music. But then again he was buying a Ronettes record.

When we were about to leave a familiar songs opening played. My Girl by the Temptations. Buck looked at me "Remember Prom '63 when Kelsey threw up 'cause she was blackout drunk to this song?" He asked. I laughed a little bit at the memory of her dancing and then puking all over her dress. "Werent you the one that gave her alcohol? Sugar shine was it?" I asked, light heartedly. "Woahh, Darrel Curtis. Joking? -Are you the real Darrel?" He laughed. I chuckled and rolled my eyes. "Well I gotta get going,  maybe come over for a beer when you're off work?" He asked. "Sure" I said, surprising myself. I rarely went out with people, let alone drank. "And I know ya said ya don't care for music but maybe we could listen to some, see if ya like it?" He asked gesturing to the bag of records he had. "Don't push it Merrill" I replied. "What'll ya do if I do Curtis, throw a bundle of roofin' at me?" He quipped. "Absolutely." I said.

Maybe he wasn’tso bad after all. For a dumb hick.

[impala1967dwinchester]

Dean Winchester: Brandy

*Credit to the gif owner*

Pairing: Dean W. x Fem!Reader

Pov: Deans

Warnings: Drinking, drunk texting, bad dancing, having to rescue Dean, Friends to loversish, Believing in destiny kinda.

Summary: Dean spends the whole night at the bar, tryin' every bottled drink. Ends up drunk texting Y/n and being completely honest with her

Word Count: 2.1k

A/N: (Based on the song Wine, Beers, Whiskey by Little Big Town)

Dean Winchester Master List

Main Master List

I sat at the bar of the old bar. It reminded me of Harvelle's. The old smell, the plaid-up men and women that I noticed came walking in through that door.

It was amazing. I was a drinker, always had been. The first drink I had with my dad, I was fifteen. A beer we shared, that should be an amazing moment for father and son, but it was ruined for the simple fact that we had no home, and my father and instructed me to take care of my younger brother.

I grew up, mostly without my father after that. He prioritizes hunting and saving people over me, and over his youngest son. Everything was always secrets. So many secrets, that it's started to become how Sam and I live.

There were certain things that I had learned from my father. How to protect, how to be anger almost all of the time, and how to handle my liquor.

So I sat at the bar, my hand around an iced cold glass of beer. I sipped and watched people. I wasn't in the mood to hook up with any. I mean yeah sure there was probably someone out there that was meant for me, but that's getting into destiny shit.

You know how bars, almost always have music playing. Well being in the good old state of Kansas, so pretty much any place you walk into is playing music more specifically country music.

It started to come through the speakers. I had already been here for what seemed like hours, I had enough beers, that I had switched to drinking something harder.

Something like a whiskey.

"My friend named Jack"

"He's got my back"

"He always seems to know right where I'm at"

Well, this is definitely a song I could get used to listening to. I don't think anybody else was listening. All having their own private conversations. The barmaid was a beautiful young lady, but even still with her crop top of a shirt and the cleavage that was burst out of her shirt.

I wasn't interested in her. Every time she'd come over. "You need anything else sweetheart." Bending halfway down to try and have me look down.

I waved her off. Maybe I should try something else. Waving her back over, I asked "Do you have something stronger?" she looked at me sideways, before saying "If it's something stronger than you want I've got you" and then she walked away.

When she returned with the rest of the bottle of Jose. A half left standing in the clear bottle. "Here's something stronger, forty percent." She said taking my empty beer bottle and empty cup that had been holding the recently downed Jack Daniels.

"My friend Jose"

"He likes to play"

"He's always up for anything I say"

I downed the rest of the bottle, not even needing the new glass she had bought for me to use. Slamming the bottle down on the countertop. She snapped her head around, our eye making contact before she grabbed something off the shelf.

"If that's the type of night you're having you should have said." She said handing me a half empty glass of crown apple. "Thanks, I can handle my liquor so no need to worry about me," I said as she left to take care of other people sitting at the bar.

I sat alone. Like I always have, it was the best way to number one people watch, but it also gave me a reason to think. Nobody trying to pull my belt out of my jean loops. No need to save someone this was my safe haven sometimes.

Alcohol was my safe haven. It's always been that way. It's always been able to understand me ten times more than Sammy. Well I mean there was always Y/n, she lived with us, but she was my friend, my best friends. There is something that she just doesn't need to know.

I took a swig, drinking down most of the bottle.

"Little bit of red, lotta bit of crown"

"Don't matter what it is"

"I'm gonna drink it down, down, down"

Was it just me or was this song getting better by the second. Maybe, It was just me. I looked around me, couples stood dancing to this song, some sat with clasped hands. And the older men sat at the bar, I was an older man sitting at bar watching like a creep.

"The wine, the beer, the whiskey"

"Are the only things that fix me"

"I'm not saying it's a problem"

"I can stop it if I wanna"

"But the wine, the beer, the whiskey"

"They always get me"

Wow, I'm started to get the idea that I can relate to this song. The lyrics are right you know. Liquor is the only thing that can fix me, calms me down and then I sleep it off. It's right the lyrics I can stop if I wanna. But do I really wanna stop?

"Here," The young lady said, handing me a made drink "Here's a gin and tonic." Walking away yet again to take care of other patrons. A gin and tonic, not a drink I was every ballses enough to try.

Taking the little green umbrella out, I took my first sip. "Shit that's actually really good," I said more to myself than anyone else. I looked up from my gin and tonic drink, looking at the glass wall.

It held so many drinks that I hadn't heard of before. Like a new drink called "Screwball", "Kingfisher". Odd brand names but they all looked like awesome drinks. But of course, there was the regular drinks, the brandy, sherry which is a wine, and Jim Beam

"My friend named Gin"

"She's got some friends"

"I'm talking Brandy, Sherry, and their brother Jim"

"Hey, so it sorta looks like we're going along with the song, so I'll grab you a shot of rum, Captain." She said pulling a tiny shot glass out and pulling the bottle off of the shelf.

She slides the small glass across the table, I caught some rum tipping out and falling over my thumb. 'I wonder what Y/n would do if she was here with me? I wonder if I would have her pushed up against the wall, kissing down her neck.'

Shaking my head; stop thinking of her that she... She doesn't think of you in the same way, you are an idiot. Taking my rum-filled shot quickly. I pulled out my phone.

'Don't do what you're about to do'

"I'll be fine," I said to myself. The room was starting to spin. Or maybe I was just spinning. 'Stop thinking about Y/n. She doesn't need to deal with your drunk ass' "Oh come on I'm not that drunk" I was still sitting at the bar, but people were starting to look at me.

>Y/n, you know I've just gotta say. YOu're beautiful.

Dots played at the bottom of my screen.

>Dean that's very nice.

Minutes pass, so I send another message.

>You know I think I'm falling.

Immediate answers came

>Falling?? What do you mean?

>Winchester? Where are you?

She asked, she only ever called me Winchester when she was pissed off, but I was too worried about telling her the truth.

>Y/n, I've spent the past forever fawning over you. I spent it, wanting, yearning for you. I guess after years of wanting you, years after having nobody in my bed. Wishing and hoping that it was you.

>Dean send me your current loca!

>We can talk more tomorrow

I was able to send her my location, she pulled up in a rather crappy car. Walking in distress, her black night shorts, a pair of slippers on, and my red and black plaid shirt on.

She came over, apologizing grabbing my arm, and wrapping it over her head. "Dean, let's go, now," she said dragging me out. "You smell so good Y/n," I said going to pet her hair. She rested me up against the side of the baby.

"Where are your keys, Dean?" She asked her voice starting to become more worrisome. "In my.." I stopped talking and just reached for her hand, shoving it into my jacket pocket. "Right here!" I said I let go of her wrist and she looked up at me.

She got me into the car, somehow. I rested my head against the back of the front seat. "I felt and heard the rumble of baby engine. "Dean, what were you doing?" I looked over at her. "I wanted a drink."

The rest of the drive was quiet, she helped me out of the car after shutting the loud engine off. The sound finally stops bouncing off the cinderblock walls. "Dean. Couch, bed, or table?" She asked.

"Couch, comfier," I said breathing in more of Y/n's scent. I've never been this close to her, for this long. she smelled like a garden of flowers and honey. she smelt of summer. She looked like summer half the time.

"Are you a god?" I blurted out. Her eyebrows creased, licking her lips. "No, Dean I'm not a god," Y/n said reaching around behind the couch and grabbing a blanket but not before untying my boots.

She tossed the blanket over my body and went to walk off. "Y/n?" I asked. "Yes, Dean." She said with a sigh. "Can you get me a water, so I can maybe explain myself?" I asked.

A pleading look on my face, the puppy dog eyes I had learned from Sam. "Fine Winchester, but you've five to explain yourself." She said stomping off into the kitchen, and back with a tall glass of ice water.

She stood next to me. "Can you sit? Please Y/n?" I begged. I sipped on the water, trying to regain any sort of control of myself. She sat crisscrossing her legs. Her exposed legs, my eyes drifted from her legs.

My eyes came back up to hers. "Start explaining Winchester, you've got four minutes." I shook my head, clasping my hands together. I cleared my throat.

"I've sat here for the past few years, wondering why everything seems weird. It's hard. y'know because that song was right in the bar. I don't want to be alone not anymore, I don't wanna watch the couple dances anymore, I wanna be one of the couples, that hold each other hands."

I said, looking at her. She broke our eye contact when she started to fidget with the bottom of my flannel. "You know that's my flannel?" I asked grabbing her hands.

"I want you, I want you in my bed. I want to drink with my girl. I want to love you because Y/n that's really the truth." I said, "I love you Y/n" We sat in silence for a few, "Y/n please say something?" Now I'm begging her, this entire night has been a fucking mess.

"What are you waiting for you dumb Winchester? Come kiss your girl." It only took a few moments for the words to click in my mind. I grabbed the back of her neck and she fell into my lap.

It wasn't like fireworks or lighting coming down. It just fit so well, it was more like finishing a puzzle, puzzle pieces just fitting together so well. A missing part of me found filled and always there for you.

"Dean? Y/n?" I heard Sam said and properly say "Nevermind." And leave. I felt Y/n's lips leave mine. Realizing that I needed air, my lungs burning but in a good way.

"That was something," I said, catching my breath. "That's was awesome!" Y/n said kissing chastely. "Did you hear Sam?" I asked her, she giggled she rolled her. "I bet he's in there going I just knew it," Y/n said. I laughed and hugged.

"My feet hurt, I think I may have blacked out and started dancing by myself," I said, flexing my socked toes. "You dancing!?" Y/n questioned, "Oh we've gotta go back to that bar and get that tape, for FBI reasons." Y/n said.

My mouth gaping open. She laughed more, and she started to have a few tears. "You know Y/n. I'll you back for that, now come on. You'll love the memory foam bed." I said, Whispering closing to Y/n's ear "It remembers you Y/n." My hand landing on her lower as we walked to my room.

Completed on: 05/12/2021

Posted on: 05/14/2021

Dean Winchester Tag List: @akshi8278 @deanswaywardgirl @hit-meup69 @fofisstilinski @doctorlilo @wonderfulworldofwinchester

[cottoncandy-jester]

✨lie down darling Its time for a dream✨

Faking it (dad squad)

So basically this is what happens if the dad squad found out reader faked an orgasm before

This is of course 18+ and the reader is female

Daichi suwamura

Okay so daichi honestly was never worried about y'all sex life

Like you moan his name everytime why is he worried

It's when you and the rest of the karasuno group get drunk and play truth of dare

When it's your turn.. you're drunk off six shots of tequila and tanaka asks you to reveal your deepest secret

"okay okay! Sooo during me and daichi's fourth anniversary, we fucked and I may have totally faked it"

Wait what.

WHAT?!

Everyone else is laughing but daichi is over here having a mental breakdown

You did what?!

How many more have you faked?! Were they all fake?! Did he ever really make you cum?

It did not take long for daichi to drag you away to the nearest bathroom

You gasp when daichi pinned you against the wall his mouth attacking your neck while his hands roamed your body now gripping your hips as he ripped your panties off.

"faked an orgasm?! Damn it how many did you fake? Doesn't matter don't tell me. I'm going to fuck you against this wall and you are going to cum over and over til I know for sure you like having sex with me"

He fucked you until you couldn't think anymore, he also made sure EVERYONE heard it.

Tooru oikawa

You were having girl talk with the other managers and the topic of sex came up

They all assume he's some sex god which makes you laugh

Oikawa is honestly such a dork during sex that you couldn't help but spills beans

"honestly he was so nervous during our first time, It was so cute..though he didn't really make me.. y'know"

Oh BOY

News travelled fast and before you know it at 4am you had a pissed oikawa at your door

The loud harsh banging interrupted your sleep and you went to the door only to see oikawa standing there, your sleepy eyes trailed his body up and down and you noticed he was gripping his phone so tight his knuckles turned white, you didn't even get to speak when the male stormed inside and let's out a frustrated sigh.

"why are rumors about me being bad in bed spreading around?!"

"I dunno...maybe you have a hater, babe it's like 4am..why are you here?"

Oikawa snapped his head towards you before walking towards you anger fuming towards you before he gripped your arm tightly.

"everyone is saying you started the rumor, so tell me little cutie what the fuck have you been saying?"

Your eyes got wide as the conversation with the girls resurfaced in your head and you softly reached out to put your hands on his cheeks which made him relax but he was still clearly annoyed.

"sorry, tooru it was just one little story. Girl talk y'know and it's fine lots of people can't make their partner cum their first time you just ha-"

You were cut off by the male roughly pulling you towards your room, everytime you tried to speak oikawa would glare at you before demanding that you shut up. Once in your room he pushed you on the bed his ego clearing having dropped now that you admitted the truth.

"I am good at sex! I am Great! I just have to prove to you that you are with the best man ever"

As he spoke he started to strip before his cold glare landed on you before he crawled ontop and wrapped a hand around your throat.

"you are going to be begging me to stop making you cum once I'm done with you"

He made you tell everyone that you cummed extra hard that night, even if it was super embarrassing to say.

Tetsuro kuroo

You two were arguing

It started with him being jealous of a person at work flirting with you and it just blew up

Screams and swears shooting back at the other

Low blows were dealt

You both don't even remember what the fight was about

Then..you said it

"God you are so cocky! It's shit like that, that make me fake orgasms during sex"

He shut up after that one for sure

All he can think about was how many did you fake and how he failed as your lover

Why didn't you tell him you weren't feeling good during sex?

Kuroo remained quiet as he let his brain think, after saying it you quickly walked over and hugged him hoping he wasn't angry at you

"baby! I'm sorry I didn't mean it, I was just upset and you were just upset you forgive me yeah?"

"how many times?"

"that doe-"

"how many damn times?!"

You flinched when he forced you to look at him showing pain in his eyes and you couldn't help but be honest with him.

"only a few, during those times where I was just really sleepy that's it"

Kuroo let's out a shaky sigh before he peppered soft kisses along your neck. He was pretty hurt at the moment but he did want to make it up to you, plus make up sex was always good

"come, let's talk this out yeah?"

His tone was soft as he guided you to the bedroom thought talking wasn't the plan he had, he wanted to make you see stars and make sure he could actually make you cum.

Koutaro bokuto

Okay so maybe it wasn't a good idea to pump up bokuto's ego every time you guys have sex

All your praise makes him think he's the best in the world

But when it came time for a girls night at you and bokuto's place stuff starts to spill

You told bokuto to spend the night at akaashi or something but you didnt think he would come home

"sooo [y/n]! How is bokuto in bed?! We gotta know"

The question made you embarrassed while bokuto stood outside you guys' bedroom listening in

Yes dear wife tell them how my sex is the best in the world

"koutaro, tries his best. Sometimes he gets a little too excited and cums early so he gets too tired to finish and we end up cuddling before I can climax so I just fake it"

WHAT?!

Bokuto automatically swings the door open scaring both you and the girls

He is legit tearing up and about to sob

After, very quickly telling the girls to leave he cries into your stomach while you pet his head

"why didn't you tell me?! I would have made it all better"

"oh..kou..it's no big deal"

Your soothing which would usually work just wasn't working right now, bokuto sniffled as he looked up at you with tearful eyes, you were his baby owl and he couldnt even make you feel good?!

He couldn't believe that! No he won't accept that! Before you can respond bokuto pushed you down on the bed before starting to pull your pants and underwear off your body

"kou! W-what the hell?!"

"just let me do this please! I need to know that I can do this, I just want you to be happy with me..so..let me worship you"

You were shocked but shuddered at the feeling of soft kisses against your inner thigh, with one final sniffle bokuto was now focused on something else.

He proceeded to eat you out that night until you cummed so much that you was sobbing but by the end of it he was so happy to know that he can make you cum and of course he was more mindful about your needs.

Wakatoshi ushijima

Oh jeez

Okay so he makes it very clear that bedroom talk is off limits

What you two do in bed is your business hell you guys don't really talk about sex and spend more time just doing it

You are very tight lipped about your sex life but tendou Is a very stubborn guy

He is constantly asking you what's it like..mostly cause he wants to tease wakatoshi

After finally bothering you to the point where you wanna hit him you confess

"toshi is great okay?! I mean sure he has his moments of not really getting me there but it's good so stop asking!"

OHOHOHO HE HAS TO KNOW MORE

after explaining that wakatoshi tends to be boringly vanilla you expect him to let it go

No bitch this is tendou 'i give no fucks' satori

Proceeds to tease wakatoshi about it every chance he gets

"wow who knew you could be boring in all departments"

"sooooo, you really like it vanilla huh?"

Of course oblivious wakatoshi doesn't pay him any mind until a drunk tendou spills the beans

"guess who told me that you're boring in bedddd~ pfft she said you are so slow that it is like fucking a box"

You of course didn't say that but you were shocked to see wakatoshi at your door the next day

"did you tell tendou about our sex life?"

Well fuck.

you honestly should have expected this. You let out a shaky sigh as you merely avoided eye contact you felt pretty embarrassed and ashamed

"yeah, sorry toshi he kept bugging me about it"

"you telling him is not why I'm upset"

You were honestly shocked and looked up only to see wakatoshi's face close to yours, his eyes were intense and honestly gave you chills.

"did you say I was boring during sex? Is this true?"

"um..yeah but it's okay I mean it's still good it's just very..typical I mean we do the same stuff all the time and you just tend to be, slow"

Wakatoshi was a little shocked by your words but he calmly sighed and ran his fingers through his hair as he tried to think of what exactly he needed to do.

"then my future wife, allow me to spend the night making you feel good instead of myself, you can tell me exactly what I need to do in order to bring you to climax again and again."

And you did exactly that, he was quite obedient and even did things he never done before just so he can make you feel good.

[nissakii]

Wedding Deal - Chapter 01 [Iwaizumi x Reader]

This is the story of how I traded freedom by becoming his fake wife”

– Y/N

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If there was one thing I hated the most, it was those banquets they held and princesses of each province having to attend. Even the ones that weren't supposed to become heirs or weren't of any importance like me.

I am the 3rd daughter and therefore I wasn’t necessarily needed at this event, yet the only comfort I had were one girl to my left and other to my right as both of them unlike me who was watched by my mother strictly, stretched out their legs in a very unlady-like way while one of them chewed curiously on one cupcake that seemed to be from another province.

"Do you guys get privileged food like that, oh wow I never saw something like that!", the one almost two years older than me said while taking another bite and leaning back before stretching straight and being reminded that this was an official meeting as she nudged her cousin to do the same.

"Hiyori, sit straight, and don't glare, you know our family will scold us if they take any photos!", Chiaki said while adjusting her dress that slipped away a bit on her chest and legs.

"So what? I don't care. We are not even royals or nobles unlike Y/N whose mother is going to devour her if she doesn't sit like a jerk- '', she was cut off.

"No cussing!", Chiaki shoved the weird cupcake into Hiyori's mouth and adjusted her dress in her stead.

I sighed deeply, "how many times do I have to tell you guys, I am just a princess by name, I am not important. Also Chiaki sometimes you behave more like a princess than I do, don't talk yourself down", and I regretted immediately saying that as she had that smile on her face while her eyes wanted to wring my neck.

"Ah must be nice to be a royal saying such things huh? Unlike us pebbles who were invited by your generosity", some men were staring at us and I felt uncomfortable.

"Yeah, nice to be a rich kid, huh. If I were you I would have bought all these shoes, girl and left them in debt. Wait you are a pebble, I am not one", Hiyori wiped her face and stared at her shoes, "I gotta get some new ones though."

"You got some this week", her cousin still smiled and even the men probably felt her annoyed vein popping from that mischievous grin.

"And?", was the cue that pulled the last string before I caught Chiaki in my arms in order to avoid her from choking her own cousin.

"Y/N let go", she muttered and despite that I sometimes feared her, this time it felt like I was holding a child, thank goodness I was sitting in the midst.

"Okay, Timeout prince number five just entered. Guess he is late", Hiyori pointed at a man with spiky hair, clothes in a navy blue suit with gold accents, black gloves and shoes as his gaze swept around the room before I felt Chiaki shift in my arms making herself comfy on me instead of backing off as she and her cousin analysed the guy.

"Who is he?", the one in my arms asked and Hiyori was much quicker than me answering.

"He is from the province of Aoba Johsai, 2nd Prince Iwaizumi Hajime. Despite that he hates events like this everyone needs to attend them. I heard the first prince already arrived too. But Johsai is really far away. Heard he came to find a suitor on his mother's behalf but shoved off marrying for years now", both of us stared at her and she shrugged.

"Okay I am the rich kid but how-"

"I got my ressources girl", she winked and stuck out her tongue as Chiaki shoved in a snack for her to eat casually.

"Our parents will kill us", Chiaki muttered and I nodded as Hiyori shrugged.

"I already had to attend the other event so I can roam around", but the freedom didn't last long before a tall and well-built guy blocked our guy with a stoic face and olive-colored hair he stretched out his hand like it was taught in etiquette class and asked Hiyori for a dance.

Chiaki immediately sat up like she was supposed to and we saw how Hiyori ignored the man at first.

"Lady, I may have not asked in a proper way but I want to take your next dance", the already deep voice of prince Ushijima had a slightly rough and strained undertone.

"Fine", she said after letting him stand for some minutes and took his hand as she whispered, "he thinks I am a lady pfft guess he doesn't know I am a commoner girl, let me teach that rich boy a lesson."

"And there she goes", Chiaki muttered and sighed worried about her cousin, "I guess she will be the one who gets a lesson, she got Ushijima of all people."

"What are you gonna do if they find out you are not royalty?", I asked not having thought this through when I invited them, my mother doesn't know that I befriended commoners yet she didn't ask for their rank this time.

"I guess I will ditch Hiyori and scram. The food is weird anyways and the people are super stiff, like look at that brunette guy he looks like he would kill someone in this room any time soon", she laughed.

"So you are a commoner", another deep voice let my heart drop to my feet and my guts twist as I held my breath, I didn't look up but a shadow was looming over us before I saw black shoes in front of me.

As my gaze wandered from the navy blue suit to a pair of olive-eyes my hands started sweating and I couldn't bring out a word as I saw the 2nd prince of Aoba Johsai leaning down right in front of me.

"W-Who?", I could only bring out and look away.

"Not you, I know you from other events, Princess Y/N but", his eyes wandered to the girl next to me as he fixed her and she smiled widely, if anyone else looked at her you would think she was not having a single problem.

"Me?", she asked in a friendly tone, one leg over the other.

"Yes. The one who called the first prince stiff and a murder", his gaze turned into a slight glare before I acted out of fear standing up and taking his arm as he looked at me surprised.

"M-May I dance with you Prince Hajime?", I stuttered my face red yet I feared if Chiaki was caught being a commoner and badmouthing the first prince that she wouldn't be simply lectured, no, worse....

"W-Wait, but-" as we turned around she was gone and the last thing I saw was that someone followed her into the crowd and I wanted to do the same before I felt a strong grip on my hand.

"Didn't you want to dance?", the man with a rough voice and the olive-eyes fixed on me didn't let go.

"U-Uhm-"

"Or did you want to trick me into one to shield your friend?", he tilted his head with slight disappointment on his face.

Okay Y/N... you have to keep calm, one dance it takes one dance and a bit of social distraction for him to let it go…

I tried to smile a bit concerned and nodded.

"I wanted to dance with you, yet I was afraid you would deny my wish since I asked you... it's against etiquette rules to ask the man to dance so-", he scratched his head with his other hand while not letting go of me.

"Well, if you wanted to dance, I don't see a problem nor would I tell anyone about something as strict as etiquette rules. I ever wondered if women actually liked to get asked out for a dance...", he muttered a slight shade of rose on his cheek while he stared intently.

I was also flustered by his honest answer.

"I-uh... I guess it is nice sometimes...but it feels also... unfair...", my gaze wandered to my mother who glared at me and signed for me to grasp myself and not slouch which I did.

"Even you", his eyes followed mine to my mother,"I guess we should make this a good one, and enjoy it while we can", he understood immediately and as he looked back there was a slight grin on his face.

"Just to tell you I am not much of a dancer unlike what rumors say about Hajime Iwaizumi", he muttered.

I laughed a bit and positioned myself as he held out his hand, "I guess it makes it much easier for me to easen up then."

[readingtherooms]

Vanilla

Summary: After a long day, you just want to lay down on the couch. Unfortunately, our resident genius got there first. 

Pairings: spencer reid x fem!reader

Requested: nope!! just me being in love w baby spence

Warnings: fluff, so much fluff. 

Word Count: 1568

A/N: hey guys! sorry this is a little all over the place, but i thought it was cute. I wrote this with season 1 in mind, but it’s really up for interpretation. I don't currently have a taglist but I think i'm going to start one so let me know if you want to me on it! The moodboard below was made by me however the images are not mine!

It’s almost midnight, and the team is flying back to DC from Seattle. The case had ended well. (Y/n) should be relieved. She wasn’t. She had fought with her brother right before she left, and going home means she’s going to have to talk about it.

 “I’ve never been good at that. Talking. I much rather just hug it out, I've always been tactile”, she explains to JJ as she gets out of the car. 

Boarding the jet, everyone is welcomed by fluorescent lighting and the overwhelming essence of day old coffee. Spencer quickly makes himself at home on the couch, as Hotch and Gideon settle into a game of cards. (Y/n) tries to read, but after twenty minutes of staring at the same page, lost in her own head, she debates giving sleep a shot. She glances over at Spencer. He’s awake. 

“Is there any hope of me convincing you to give up the couch”, she mumbles as she sits down across from her best friend

“Is there any hope of me convincing you to come to the Jacques Delille convention with me on Saturday?” He quickly responded. (Y/n) sighed - her and Spencer had been friends at CalTech, long before she got the job with the BAU. Over the years, she grew quite fond of the eclectic conventions he would drag her to. She loved listening to Spencer go on his signature tangents, it gave her a chance to just listen. Not worry about being awkward or saying the wrong thing, like she did around most people. With Spencer, all she had to do was listen, and she loved it. Unfortunately, she was going to be spending her Saturday in a much less pleasant manner. 

“I already told you, I have to go to brunch with my brother” she groaned. 

He chuckled, “Well then I’m not moving”. 

“You know what, screw it” she thought to herself. She was tired, she kept getting caught up in her thoughts, and if she was being completely honest with herself, she was in desperate need of physical affection. 

“You don’t need to move” she stated bluntly.

“Wait, what?” Spencer responded, not even attempting to hide the surprise in his voice. He didn’t know (y/n) to go down without a fight.

“But you can’t stop me from laying on the couch” she countered. He responded only with a slight tilt of his head, and a look of confusion. (Y/n) stood up and walked over to where he had propped himself up. 

“Can I lay on you?” she half-whispered, her confidence starting to falter. 

“W-What?” he looked up at her with bewilderment in his eyes.

“Nevermind, it was a stupid idea.” She said, barely loud enough for him to hear. The fleeting confidence she had only moments ago, had completely drained out of her. She turned to walk towards the bathroom, attempting to escape the situation.

“Wait” he stopped her, despite still being perplexed by what she had just asked. “You can, uh, lay on me - if that's, uh, what you want.”  He clears his throat. 

“Are you sure?” (Y/n) responds, equally as flustered. He nods in response. 

After an uncomfortably long pause, she begins to lower herself onto the tan leather, leaning back as she does so. 

The next three minutes were chaotic to say the least, with neither of them not knowing exactly what to do. However, after those three, awkward, giggle filled minutes, (y/n) found herself lying between Spencer's legs, her head gently resting on his chest. She knew he wasn't always great with physical affection, she kept asking him if he was comfortable. He, in return, continued to reaffirm that he was, in fact, comfortable. 

A few more minutes went by, and soon (y/n) felt herself drift asleep, lulled by the soft fabric of his cardigan, and the gentle movements of his breath. 

Spencer, in contrast, was anything but peaceful. 

This just isn't the kind of thing that happened to him. Pretty girls don't just want to lay on him. His mind was a whirlwind of thoughts. He had just about convinced himself that this was a dream, when (y/n) shifted slightly, snapping him back into reality. 

He was suddenly very conscious of his arms. He had them resting lightly over her shoulder blades, in a position which he originally thought to feel natural. Doubt started to wash over him, he had never really done this before. Despite Derek's mocking, he wasn't actually a virgin, but it was in that moment that he realized he had never actually cuddled before. What if his arms were in the wrong place? What if (y/n) is judging him? Wishing she had never asked to lay on him? 

He lifted his right arm off of (y/n), and managed to pull his cell phone out of his pocket without too much movement. He really didn't want to do this, but he honestly couldn't think of a better alternative. He cursed himself internally, and reluctantly opened his phone, tapping on his second contact - “Derek Morgan”

Spencer : Derek, please turn around. Do not make a scene. 

Spencer sees Derek's head whip around as he reads the message, eyes widening when he notices (y/n). Despite being fairly certain that she was asleep, Spencer shifts his arm so that his phone was out of her line of sight. 

Derek : MY MAN!!!!!

Spencer : Don’t be dramatic, I need help. 

Derek : Dramatic?! Help?! Man you’ve liked this girl since COLLEGE 

Spencer : Trust me, I know. However, what I don't know is how to do this.

Derek : Do what? Cuddle?

Spencer : Yes, where do I put my arms?

Derek : Dude, you just gotta be natural

Spencer : That is completely unhelpful. Are you aware who you are talking to? Yesterday you watched me walk into a door. 

Derek : Yes, and I got it on video. Alright I guess I’m going to have to coach you through this. 

Spencer : Yes please. 

Derek : You owe me

Derek : Okay, take your right hand, and set it right above her waist

Spencer : My right or your right?

Derek : The hand with your phone in it

Derek : Now, your left hand, set it parallel to your right hand

Spencer : Does this look right? 

Derek : You’re doing great loverboy, are you finally gonna ask her out? 

Spencer : Maybe. 

Derek leaned over the back of his seat, clearly taking a photo. Spencer furrowed his brow. 

Spencer : Why did you take a photo of us?

Derek : Penelope. 

Spencer chuckled to himself lightly. He felt much more at ease than he had five minutes ago. Scanning the jet, he noticed that Derek had gone back to staring out the window. Everything seemed at ease. Hotch was facing away from Spencer, with a passed out Gideon across from him. JJ and Elle were both sleeping across from Derek, JJ lying on the brunette’s shoulder. 

Then there was (y/n). She was so peaceful as she slept, Spencer found himself entranced by her. He tucked back a strand of hair that fell onto her nose, and he felt her hum lightly with contentment. She smelt like vanilla, she always has. It was more than just perfume though, she must use vanilla body wash, shampoo as well. Is it possible she’s been using the same body wash since college? 

That is how Spencer Reid fell asleep that night, with (y/n) in his arms, thinking about the smell of vanilla.

-

Two hours later, Spencer’s eyes slowly started to crack open. (Y/n) was awake, nestled into the crook of his neck. 

“Hey sleepyhead” she teased. She received only an incomprehensible mumble in return. She looked at her watch, 4 AM. 

“We’re going to land in about a half hour, so I’m going to untangle myself and hopefully avoid a disapproving look from Hotch” she whispered in his ear. She placed a kiss on his forehead, before leaving the couch and returning to her original chair. 

The kiss was so soft, so light, that Spencer wasn’t even sure that it was real. The morning light was just beginning to spill through the small jet windows, and he waited for his eyes to adjust, before escaping to the bathroom. He was desperately trying to process what had occured in the past few hours. His mind was flooded with questions. 

Does this mean she likes me like I like her? 

Did she just need the comfort of a friend?

Is Derek going to make a big deal out of this?

IS THIS a big deal?

Hotch was awake, was he watching us? Does he care?

How does she always smell like Vanilla?

He finally realized that he would never find answers to all these questions standing in the jet bathroom. He fixes his hair, and steps back outside. 

“Hey (y/n)?”

“What’s up Spence?” 

“How do you always smell like vanilla?”

(Y/n)'s face lit up, giggling at his question. Suddenly, all the questions in Spencer’s brain felt like they were melting away. 

“Everything’s going to be okay” he thought to himself.

Everything is going to be okay because (y/n) is sitting in front of me

She’s smiling 

That smile could grow roses in the desert. 

Everything is going to be okay because she’s sitting in front of me

She’s smiling 

She’s smiling and she smells like vanilla

Oh, how I love vanilla. 

[actual-fucking-clown]

Take your time then.

Aizawa x gender neutral reader

Story under the cut :)

Unedited but like edited but still not properly edited :)

Hope you enjoy!!!

a/n: it’s been a hot min since I’ve written a fic. I think the last time i was 14 and it was shit and on wattpad. Ha. I hate myself. N e way, I was recently writing some shit for an au me and my friend thought up and in the back of my mind I was like, “you should start writing fics again bc this is kinda fun”, soo lo and behold I made a post asking if anyone would be interested, shared a little too much personal shit in it but whatever, and have now decided to write this mother fucker. (3/25/21)

a/n: not sure if anyone will care about this series of a/n’s but I’m just chronicling thoughts ig. rewriting rn bc my first draft was short and ass. Also I’m thinking about opening requests after this is posted, will go into detail in a diff post maybe. (3/28/21)

a/n: deleted everything, rewriting. I just want to make something that might be decent and if I can give that feeling, y’know those chills you get when you read something utterly gorgeous, but I’m bad at writing. sadge (3/28/21, like several hours later)

a/n: ugh (4/1/21)

a/n: ugh pt 2 electric boogaloo. I can’t seem to move forward with the writing. I realized something like this might happen bc to solve a problem feelings need to be discussed and I fucking hate doing that so you can see where I’m fucking up lmaooooo (4/2/21)

a/n: I read angst to fuel my writing brain. So, read some angst, finally writing agian. This first section is probs as long as the story itself LMFAO(4/5/21)

Started: (3/25/21) Finished: (4/5/21)

Warnings: uh angst, curse words, like a lot, (i saw someone else put this as a warning, do I actually need it?), avoiding problems instead of actually facing them, mentions of shit so-so parenting, mentions of not being able to live up to high expectations, y’know, the works

Synopsis: Aizawa takes in Eri without running it by you first and expects you to be okay with it. That’s funny. He was wrong.

Can I preface this with a thought? I’m going to anyway,

all the fics I read paint him as the sweetest partner and I’m sure he is but I think they miss out on how blunt he is and his whole “Mr. Rationality” thing. So as much as I adore him I think there are situations that he’d be a bit more colder towards, a bit more straightforward about. Maybe even like a bit insensitive about but maybe bc he doesn’t have the full picture or something. so I guess this is another warning but aizawa is a little insensitive in the beginning (but like not really but kinda. it’s complicated)

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Rain pattered softly against the window. The smell of some old random Bath and Bodyworks candle you’d dug out from a box you’d never bothered to unpack smothered the room. Some Netflix show idly played on a low volume on your computer, you’d lost interest in watching tv awhile ago. You needed a break. After the eventful month you’d been having you really needed this. 

Now of course your whole year so far had been eventful. What with all the villain attacks on you and Shouta’s class and the kidnapping of one of your students, to just dealing with the more mundane problems with your students. No. You had no problem with that. The villains, although not easy, were something you were trained to handle. The smaller problems with your students weren’t arduous either, after all you weren’t too much older than them. 

When reflecting on your situation, from and outside perspective it could be seen as the straw the broke the camels back, which sure, makes sense. After all, you’re bound to be stressed out by everything else, so why would this seemingly insignificant thing weigh heavier than a villain attack? Well if that is the situation why does this single straw feel like it weighs a ton? This is not that. This is not culmination of the events of this year draining the life from you. This is something entirely different. A panic inducing life change that completely took you by surprise mixed with your inability to actually face your problems. 

You don’t blame them. You can’t. They’ve done nothing wrong. A child. A small, probably mentally scarred child is your problem. Well not her personally but the fear taking care of her instills in you. Despite working in the field that you do, you cannot for the life of you handle actual children. Sure you’re a little awkward with your class but at least they’re young adults and (vaguely) mature and independent to a certain extent. The fact that your long term boyfriend just came back one day, small child in tow and said “Hey I’ve gotta look after this one now” not verbatim obviously, for a lack of better words, fucked you up. He basically solo adopted a kid and, let’s be honest, he probably expected you to help out. But how could you? How could this man look at you and think “I want this person to help me raise an already fucked up child?” Ok sure, he doesn’t at first give off the “I’m totally father figure material” vibe but in the end he is extremely competent. You on the other hand, not so much.

You’d never been good with children. Tried your best to steer clear of them. Didn’t matter the place, didn’t matter who’s kid, you couldn’t handle them. You would just stand there, awkwardly, not entirely sure of what to do and petrified that there was the possibility of making some mistake which would upset the child and then oh wow look, your head got chopped right of your shoulders. That’s hyperbole of course but it does sum up the insurmountable fear that overcomes you whenever you have to deal with a child. So considering the fact that your long term boyfriend had suddenly decided to adopt and not at least warn you, didn’t sit right with you.

So, the best and most obvious choice, was to avoid your problem. Avoid Shouta, avoid Eri. Avoid the mention of them and you, avoid it all. And honestly you’d done pretty well so far. You were able to have as little contact with them as possible considering the close proximity of your living quarters in the teacher’s dorms. After all they were legally supposed to give you two separate rooms but you never actually used yours, well until now. You were living it up honestly. Did you feel awful? Of course. He is your boyfriend after all and you were sure Eri doesn’t deserve your cold shoulder but this is probably for the best. What could you offer her? You weren’t sure that you were a good role model for her or anyone for that matter. What did you know about raising kids? it’s not like you had parents to set a proper example for you. Of course they might have shown you what not to do but where do you go from there? Is shit like that really avoidable? You don’t want to be like them. You strive to be better but what if you can’t be. There’s also the added bonus of the fact that raising a kid seems taxing on a relationship. Now matter how strong you were sure that the stress of a kid could break a relationship down that then festers into something toxic and unrecognizable. You didn’t want that. God you couldn’t let that happen. No. This was definitely for the better.

Of course Aizawa didn’t feel the same. He was confused on why his partner had been so blatantly avoiding him. Did he do something wrong? He doesn’t remember doing anything that might’ve upset you. So why now? Why pull away now? He had to get down to the bottom of this but catching you was the hard part. You had been taking on more work, offering more assistance to the other teachers, picking up extra patrols, doing everything and anything to stay away from Shouta. It took him a month but he finally caught up to you. You were tired, worn out he knew that. Instead of loading yourself with work you’d decided to hole yourself up in your room. It was now or never.

You were pulled out of your peace at the sound of a few gentle knocks to your door. You really didn’t want to get it. You honestly couldn’t be bothered. 

“(N/n)? Are you in there?” He hadn’t gotten it wrong right? He hadn’t been too distracted earlier and missed you leaving right?

“What’s up?” You hummed from your place by the window, not bothering to actually open the door.

“Can I come in?” Shouta asked, voice soft. You could barely hear him above the patter of the rain and the low humming of your laptop.

“Uh, no, kinda busy. Got loads of work to do. Need to focus, sorry. Maybe later?” You hesitantly spoke. Not sure if you were convincing enough. 

Apparently you weren’t.

He sighed. “It’s been “later” for an entire month. Please (Y/n) just let me in. Whatever this is we can talk it out.” You had predicted that eventually Shouta would start to try to crack down on whatever the issue was but you didn’t expect it so soon. 

“Uh...no?” You tried, hoping that maybe he’d just give up but that wasn’t Shouta.

“No, you don’t get that option, now please, open the door.” Although it was still soft his voice had taken a more stern tone.

“Oh no I’m dead. I guess I can’t open the door. What a shame. I guess the only way to talk with me now is in the pits of hell.” You quipped, trying to lessen the tension that already ran thick.

“(Y/n).” Aizawa sighed.

“Jeez fine. Talk about pushy.” You quipped once more to no avail.

Opening the door you were met with, well exactly what you expected. He stood there, arms crossed, a stern yet gentle look in his eyes, his lips pulled into a slight frown. 

“Come in.” You mumbled as you stepped further into your room.

“So tell me. What’s wrong?” The sentence stirred so much. Of course you wanted to tell him. You wanted to spill your guts to the man you loved in hopes of comfort but you just can’t. You know you’ll just scare him off. You know you’ll make things worse.

So you stay silent.

He says nothing as he grabs your hands gently and leads you over to your bed. He sits the two of you down on the edge, muting the movie on the laptop sitting behind him.

“You know you can tell me if something’s bothering you right?” Shouta sent you a warm smile. 

You weren’t very comfortable with discussing your feelings sometimes, it mostly stemmed from the fact that you never really could discuss them with anyone growing up which made it harder to confide in anyone now, as at this point bottling things up was a habit. But this was also just something that you were sure that you couldn’t talk about.

Silence answered him once again.

Now he took sometime to think about his approach, think about what could’ve happened that made you pull away. What did he do that was different from his norm? He was genuinely stumped and the fact that you weren’t helping him confused him even more.

You decided to take this time to lament the situation too. What was he going to do? Should you actually tell him or play it off? If you play it off will he still insist that something is wrong? If you tell him will he leave you? If you don’t tell him will he leave you? You risked a glance at him, he was still deep in thought.

Why did you have to adopt this fucking kid without at least warning me?

“What?” Your head shot up at the sound of his shocked voice.

“What?” You asked, genuinely confused.

“Eri’s the problem...?” He spoke slowly, not entirely sure if he’d heard you right.

“Did I say that out loud?” You squeaked.

“I’m pretty sure you mumbled something along the lines of “why’d you have to adopt that fucking kid”.” Shouta said, unsure if he’d heard wrong. Wanting to have heard wrong.

“No no no no no no! It’s not like that! I mean it is like that but not like that!” You frantically waved your hands in hopes of defusing the situation.

The way he looked at you made you want to cry. You felt horrible. You felt like the biggest asshole in the world and, at this point you probably were. He looked at you with such a look of heartbreak and disappointment and confusion it made you sick to your stomach. You felt light-headed and started shaking. You were right. You were right. You were always right. God why did you have to be right! Why did you have to be like this? Scared of raising a fucking child! It was asinine and irrational and you could probably move past it  but thanks to your stupid fucking brain you just sealed your fate.

You scooted away from him still waving your hands frantically as no’s tumbled endlessly from your lips. You tried sputtering an apology, anything so that he wouldn’t look at you like that but nothing stuck. Nothing was comprehensible. Nothing worked. Nothing would work. Nothing will work. You were hopeless. It was hopeless. 

“If it isn’t like how it seems then tell it to me straight.” Shouta finally spoke up.

You took a second to come down from your panic. You steeled your nerves as much as possible before you spoke. 

“Um well, I have nothing against her it’s just that a little heads up would’ve been nice? I’m not all that great with kids so this is just kind of weird is all.” You were purposefully being vague in hopes that he’d understand what you meant and also maybe drop it.

“Not great with kids? You’re literally a teacher.” He pointed out.

“Yeah you know but she’s like a kid kid and let’s be honest I’m not too great with the students either.” You awkward laughed. So he wasn’t getting it.

“Wha-you’re fine with the students and I’m sure you’ll be fine with Eri, there was no reason to avoid me over this.” Shouta sighed. As good as he was with dealing with people, he was equally as shit. Or maybe it was just the fact that you gave him very little to work with. It was probably a bit of both. Still his dismissiveness was not helping you right now.

“No, no, no, no. I think I’ll stay here. Uh, good luck with your parenthood escapades and sorry to leave you high and dry like this but that’s going to have to be a no from me.” You rambled. He seemed to be getting a little tired of this.

“(Y/n) stop being irrational. She’s not even our kid I’m just looking after her for now. Why are you being difficult? I told you you were fine with the students and you’ll be fine with Eri, what else do you want to hear?” Shouta grumbled.

“Well uh I don’t know, uh...” You trailed off, this seemed to be going in a direction you really didn’t want it to go. A slight hostility settling in the air.

At your lack of a proper answer he clicked his tongue. He took a moment to reassess the situation. There had to be something he was missing. After all you were getting really worked up but if you weren’t going to talk to him there was nothing he could do. He shook his head before running a frustrated hand through his hair.

“(Y/n), please, please, just be honest with me. Whatever it is that’s bothering you, you can tell me. But I won’t be able to understand if you don’t.” Aizawa sighed, deciding that getting worked up about this was not the way to go, especially when you seemed to be especially distraught.

“Uh, god the thing is I don’t know entirely what to say to put the shitshow in my head into perspective.” You mumbled, trying desperately to figure out what to say that could clear the air but nothing seemed to be coherent enough.

“Take your time.” He decided that this was the best approach to things, making sure neither party got too worked up lest this turn into a fight.

The rain continued to patter softly against the window and your candle continued to burn an slightly off floral-ish scent.  A deafening silence hung in the air because even though he was being as patient as possible some of his frustration leaked through, it was bound to though so you couldn’t exactly blame him. After all, you were probably equally as frustrated with yourself too. 

“I’m just not good in a position like this. I’m not good with kids, especially someone like Eri who’s already so broken. You have that nurturing nature, it comes natural to you but I’m not on that level. I  don’t know the first thing about caring for a child let alone one as already traumatized as her. I’d fuck it up and only make things worse. I don’t want you to reassure me that I’ll be okay with her, I want you to understand that I’m not comfortable with this and that it might take me awhile to come around. I’m sure I sound like the biggest asshole ever but please understand that this just isn’t something I’m ready for.” You had rambled a bit, you were aware of that, but it was the only way that you could properly express your feelings without making things too complicated.

Aizawa said nothing. Trying to figure out how to go about things.

Was he upset? Yeah, you two, even after several long years of being together, hadn’t discussed moving forward in your relationship in depth. And if he’d tried you seemed content with the point you two were at so he left it be, no reason to try and move forward when what you had was already fine the way it was. But recently he’d been craving more. Some mornings, when he’d be the first to wake, he’d study your features in the soft light of the sunrise and wonder what it’d be like to properly settle down with you. Get married, start a family, all that jazz. He’d taken in Eri only because it was the most rational decision. His quirk would be good for quelling hers had it ever gotten out of hand. But it also seemed to quell his musings of something more with you. He had imagined you being a good parental figure for the little girl and it made his heart flutter and his stomach explode with butterflies. But now seeing that that wasn’t what you wanted and how you weren’t ready for it, it stung. But in the end, he loved you. He’d easily give his life for you. So, if that meant waiting he’d wait. He’d wait a million years if he had to. He could do it.

Once again he spoke,

“Take your time then. I can wait.”

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