#there are some reactions that aren't excusable too and i get the frustration to face them all the time

[behindthesoul]

Your MK men as parents headcanons are very interesting. Would you write other MK men as parents? Especially I want to read Rain and Havik!

MK Men as Parents pt2

Masterlist || Part One

Characters: Rain, Havik, Quan Chi, Kenshi

Note: Combined a couple of requests into one. Also, sorry this one took forever to come out!

Rain

Probably one of the more normal parents.

He’s a lot more chill compared to himself in other timelines. I can see him being a proud parent to one or two children. Maybe twins?

Teaches his kids to be a better mage than he is. He tries to make his lessons as fun as he possibly can.

Though, he can become frustrated if they aren't taking their teachings seriously. If something were to happen, they need to learn how to defend themselves.

In some MK1 intros you can tell Mileena (understandably) has a lot of distaste for Rain. So much that she wants his mother banished.

I can imagine his children are involved in this banishment which irritates him. His family, especially his innocent children, do not deserve to be punished for his actions.

The main driving force behind Rain’s mission to atone for his actions is his children. He wants to show that if you make a mistake, you should try to make things right. He also wants to be a man his children can be proud of.

Havik

A pretty hands off parent.

I can’t imagine him ever having a complete grasp on this parenting thing.

Just has one kid and refuses to have more.

His kid just kind of does whatever and Havik doesn’t care. Just as long as they don’t make a mess he has to clean up.

Has the “world’s your oyster” mentality.

This behavior is boosted to 100% after his burns. He embraces the chaos, and what’s more chaotic than having a kid?

Havik and his kid are public menaces, and he wouldn’t have it any other way.

He’s less of a parent and more of a cool older friend.

Don’t come to him for emotional support or other things like that. Having to actually parent his kid makes him feel tied down.

If his kid wants too much from him he’ll somewhat drift away.

You’ll have to hope their other parent is in the picture.

Quan Chi

Totally the parent who somehow knows their kid’s every move.

He knows when their kid has done something they shouldn’t so there’s never any use in lying to him. He just has this look on his face and his kid knows they’re in trouble.

Excuse my only child self for HCing every character as being a single parent but Quan Chi definitely only has enough energy for one kid.

He feels guilty for bringing a child into the world when he can barely take care of himself. Spending hours and hours in the mines, Quan Chi is exhausted by the time he sees his kid.

All his child knows is a dad who always looks tired and dejected.

That is, until he gets an opportunity to live a better life. A place to sleep, clothes that aren’t tattered, and fresh food - all necessities that his child now gets to experience.

Whenever his child asks how he was able to provide their new life, he just smiles and gives a cryptic answer.

Kenshi

His child was kept hidden. Kenshi thought it best to keep his child away from the whole Earthrealm-Outworld war.

None of his allies knew he was a father til the day they were all thrown in jail with Baraka. Thinking it was his last day on earth, he let the secret spill. Kenshi told everyone all about his child.

He mourned the fact he’d probably never see his child again. Of course, he did; after he helped defeat Titan Shang Tsung.

Kenshi was very nervous to meet his child again. What if they don’t react well to his blindness? Johnny pulls him out of his negative thinking. If your kid is as kind as they say you are, then why would they have a bad reaction?

It eases him a bit, but he’s still a little nervous. He feels like a fool for having those thoughts when his child runs to him, screaming his name. The last few weeks of fighting for Earthrealm was all worth it for them.

His child is a bit confused when they see the mask over his eyes.

“You can’t see me!” They say with a frown.

Sento glows, and Kenshi suddenly sees all the details of his child’s face. He smiles, assuring them.

“Yes I can.”

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@mortal-kombat-shitposts

[merakiui]

MeraAaaAaaa!!! How dare you bring up having a fwb relationship with alpha!yandere!alhaitham and not expand more on that!! 😭😭😭 I need this. I NEED HIM SO BADLY!!! LAJDKSK

He's actually so frustrating!!! You could be in heat and he will act so unaffected. His restraint is so very commendable; he hardly spares you much reaction and will even cover his nose and say something along the lines of, "You should be more aware of your cycles so that you aren't an inconvenience to others." >:( it's really difficult to know what Alhaitham truly thinks because he's usually so straight-faced and serious, and he takes all the necessary precautions so he won't put himself in a troublesome position. But you beg him, tell him he smells good, cling to him out of biological imperative, and oohhh you're so lucky he's strong enough to resist, if just barely, otherwise he'd have you pinned against the nearest surface right this very moment.

The fwb relationship is established the day he helps you find relief in the midst of your heat. He's just helping you because it would be inconvenient and dangerous to leave you alone when other alphas (who may not have as much restraint or respect as Alhaitham) could be lurking nearby. And he's certain you woudn't want to come out of your heat marked and knocked up by some stranger. Truthfully, he doesn't want you to be marked and bred by someone you hardly know. If it were up to him, he'd rather do those things.

There's no getting rid of him after the fact. You can thank him all you want, buy him lunch out of gratitude, and insist you'll be more cautious going forwards, but Alhaitham is here to stay. He always throws things back in your face. Wasn't it you who begged him for this? Didn't you say you wanted him to be your alpha? He's only following your protocol. :) and, yes, perhaps you did say things like that, but the you who was in heat is vastly different from the you who is not in heat. He just won't drop the matter, reminding you that it's much more beneficial if you engage in mutually beneficial relations with someone you know and trust. What if he hadn't been there to help? What if it was another alpha, one with less restraint? What would you have done? You would have accepted anyone in that state, wouldn't you? And that's exactly the point Alhaitham's trying to make: it's dangerous if you're going to be so careless about your heats.

He does make a good argument. You know that, by biology's design, you will always be at a disadvantage when you're an omega in heat. You know Alhaitham's only looking out for you as a friend should. You know you should feel relieved he's even willing to go through all of the trouble to help you during future heats. And doesn't everyone wish to have a strong, sensible alpha care for them when they're at their most vulnerable?

Alhaitham's infatuation is subtle and so easily hidden. You'll never know he's harboring such an obsession. He only lets it slip when you're in heat because you're too omega-brained to really register the meaning behind his words, and everything he says and does is just music to your ears. He can get away with being possessive and maddeningly infatuated when you're in heat because that's when you're truly his. Though it's all loveless and the two of you are stuck as friends (nothing more, as you always claim) it's hard to ignore the chemistry beyond heat sex. Sometimes you'll spend mornings in bed with him, too lazy to get up, insisting on spending five more minutes in the comforts of his room. Sometimes he brings you breakfast. Sometimes he helps you to the bath. Sometimes it really feels like domestic bliss.

And eventually you'll spend so many heats with him that, the next time you go into heat, your body might even recognize him as your alpha. You really shouldn't tell him to bite you with such a tempting voice. He might just give you exactly what you want, if only to finally make you his and excuse such carelessness on the addictive effects you have on him.

Whatever happens, Alhaitham will have a logical reasoning to explain it away. He always does, and you always believe him.

[sexydoffyman]

Hi! I am a very quiet person, and I never get angry (even somethimes a little but i don't scream and shout). Some years ago happened that a bully (a guy that i kwen since i was 7 yo and literally stalked me in very rude way: from the food, the clothes, the movies, the nail polish, manga, anime, my drawings and lot of other things and every time he tells me cruel words and rude things and every time I replied him to go to hell) managed to makes me angry... very angry. Like, I never scream when i am angry but in that case I started to scream against him. He just stare at the floor the entire time. Can I ask you a reaction for the Red Hair pirates to a girl that is usually quiet and for a reason like mine she starts to scream for angry?

Thank you, I like your blog very much❤️

ANGERED

genre: angst fluff

word count: 737

A/N: It was actually hard to make it at least a little fluff at the end.🐝 I feel weak in the legs.

"Common girlie, it's nothing serious." You heard from the man you spent months on a ship with. "Shanks it is serious." "Maybe not for you, but I'm scared."

To put you in perspective on why you were angry. You had a room in the lower places of a ship. This meant that lots of deep sea creatures would bump into these places on the ship. That wouldn't be a problem alone. The Red Force was a well-built ship, so it wouldn't take any damage. The problem was that these sounds scared you. They scare you a lot.

Shanks ignored the fact. I mean, he was going to move you. But before that, he wanted to tease you.

"Common Shanks, please don't be a dick." Shanks was looking at you with a shit-eating grin. You wanted to punch him in the face so bad. "Oh, common scared of little noise?" "What are you, a coward?" "Cowards aren't accepted on my ship." He said all that like it was nothing. That made you even more angry.

He knew that you wouldn't fight back. Whenever he teased you like that. Being the only girl in the crew didn't help at all. The men with monkey-like brains were making sexist comments and assumptions. You just ignored them. But now they were all chuckling. They took advantage of you for being too nice. And you couldn't do anything about it.

Now you were sick of all of it. Them taking advantage of your kindness. And them ignoring your problem. "Shanks, I'm serious!" you tried desperately once again. "Are you sure that it isn't the time of the month again?" He said teasingly.

*SLAP*

Shanks fell out of his bar stool and looked at you like, you just defeated him. A red mark in the shape of a palm appeared on his left cheek. "YOU NEED TO STOP BECAUSE WHAT YOU ARE DOING IS MAKING ME WANT TO LEAVE!" You yelled at him. The look on his face said that he knew that he fucked up.

Him hearing you say that, you feel like you want to leave his crew because of him. That might just be the worst thing he heard in his life. Now he was worried. He would never forgive himself if you ever left just because he was stupid.

"YOU MIGHT NOT REALIZE IT, BUT I LOSE INTEREST IN BEING HERE WITH EVERY "You really think you can open that? Common, you're a girl." AND IT HURTS!" You yelled your heart at them. You told them every single thing that weighed your shoulders.

Shanks tried to speak and make an excuse, but you cut him off every single time. When you ended yelling at them, you gave them one last glance and started to walk away to that room you hated so much.

You slammed the door behind you and sat down on your bed. You put your back against the wall and cried. You felt like you couldn't win even if you did everything you possibly could.

*knock knock*

You couldn't even tell him to fuck off when Shanks burst into your room. "Shanks, leave now!" You said with tears rolling down your face. Shanks ignored your request and hugged you while he sat you on his lap. You were so frustrated. You punched his side with all your might. But how could you defeat the grip of an emperor.

"Punch all you need, I deserve it." You hesitated to punch him another time. "But I won't let you go because you deserve to be treated well" You cried into the fabric of his coat and started yelling again "I HATE WHEN YOU TELL ME THAT YOU WON'T DO IT AGAIN, BUT LEAVE ME CRYING MY SLEF TO SLEEP THE NEXT DAY!"

Hearing you say stuff like that broke his heart again. He didn't realize he was making you cry every night. He never wanted to make you sad or worse, cry. He just looked at you with eyes that had regret written all over them.

You looked at him. It will gonna be hard, but you will forgive him. And he will do anything in his power to make you not angry at him. You knew that. You knew because of how tight he hugged you. And because of the tears that rolled down his cheeks.

"You can sleep in my room if you want-" "Shut up."

[auto-pause-me]

So, here's a thing, and it's very important. Autists: think and process our thoughts slower than others. The peri/menopause can cause brain fog, where, oh yes, thoughts and processing are slower.

So the two together can make navigating the world in which we live in super stressful. I mean, not that it's not stressful as either. I don't want to devalue any other experiences. But I do want to emphasise that a combo of the two is a thing!

I had a situation recently where I was navigating the ways of queueing (shit, there's a lot of vowels in a row in that word!). The challenges I face with queueing really comes when it's at a bar, or a market stall, or any other place where the que isn't just a nice ordered line of people. This actually happens quite frequently!

As an autist, its goes something like this: [and excuse the loooooong sentence, im trying to get across the noise in my head while doing an everyday thing]

I'm looking for who looks like they are queueing, and who isn't, who was there before be so I can let them go first, while trying to do the other stuff, such as remembering what and where my payment is, how I'm going to cope with my bad coordination while packing my stuff and paying and chatting to my server, which means looks for a space for my bag and the stuff I'm packing, while being security conscious of my belongings and not getting in the way of others, and practice in my head how I'm going to ask for what I want , but I need to take my headphones off so i can hear what is being said to me, but then that means I'm going to get a flood of audio processing to manage, and I've got to keep a track of my headphones too now and....

So my thoughts are exhausting, and I think many other autistic people would agree.

The approaching menopause brain fog makes this slower still, and frustrating because its taking longer to decode the queue cues, I'm having work harder at being organised and my coping strategies aren't quite as smooth as they have been, and I feel like my reaponses to others movements and conversations are labourious, and it's even harder for the words in my brain to match up with the words that come out of my mouth. And you know, the sunflower lanyard is clearly just a fashion accessory, not an indication of how fucking difficult some shit can be.

Anyway, even though I thought I had done the right thing here, I still got a telling off for being in the wrong place. The fight, flight or freeze response kicked in [which is most likely a cptsd thing, but still relevant!] and thats usually a freeze for me while i asses the situation. While I'm aware of it, my brain just won't work fast enough to make a decision and I can feel being stared at, adding to the pressure, and at this point any reaction is going to make me look like a Karen having a hissy fit.

So I speed it back home, and have a crying meltdown on my own. Joy(!)

[sparkbeast20]

Face behind the mask (Lucifer X (MC)Tia)

Summary: Lucifer took notice how Tia is been behaving during their trip through his brothers haunted houses.

Aftermath of key route of the masked event and Lucifer's Devilgram: Happy Haunted Houses?

Warning: Establish Relationship, Biting, Strip tease and Suggestive/Implied of sexual acts around the end. Nothing explicit

Both exhausted and frustrated from rounds of checking each of his brothers haunted house. All of which aren't haunted anymore and now made to be their clubs or in Beel's and Belphie's case, a place to sleep.

Lucifer returns to the student council room with Tia whole was by his side the entire time. Either making excuses for his brothers and trying to join in. But unlimitedly agreeing that there is nothing scary to the haunted houses now.

Lucifer lets go of Tia's hand and she immediately skip over to his chair and sat their, Lucifer took how Tia is seating on his chair by the side, her back is facing him.

This is one of few times that Lucifer notice something off with her behavior. first her skittish reaction knowing that he and the rest of the brothers have to wear their mask for the rest of the event.

Then there was her insistences of wearing a mask herself. Even thought he did say that she doesn't need to and that he much prefer seeing her face. But he let her wear the mask.

Next was how clingy she was as they travel through the halls. Whenever they're both a crowed area, she cling to his arm and bury her face into it.

Then when they first stop by at Mammon and Levi's haunted house, Lucifer notice how Tia tries to keep up with the energy of the room which became a dance party house. Lucifer can tell she was forcing herself, but didn't comment. He did however stop her from drinking too much of horrible mixture they made with Demonus. He had a sip and it was too sweet. And knowing Tia's Sweet tooth and her lack of self control for sweets that would've a mess, especially he can tell that Mammon must have added something similar to human alcohol in this mixture.

Next stop were the twin's haunted house. Right before entering Lucifer notice Tia trembling before shaking it off and said something to distract him. But he notice but didn't comment.

After seeing that the twin's haunted is close due to Beel left to find food and Belphie sleeping in one of the hospital beds. Lucifer suggest to take a break. He offer to get some drink, he felt Tia's grip on his arm tighten before letting go.

When he return with drinks, Lucifer watch as Tia turn her back on Lucifer and took off her mask and drank her drink quick before turning back to Lucifer with her mask on.

Lucifer had reach his limit when he and Tia check on Satan's and Asmo's haunted house which just became a photo session area for the fifth born.

Lucifer sighs, scoop up Tia and march out of the haunted house and head back to the student council room. But before they were stop by a bunch of rowdy students who started fighting. It just took one flick of Lucifer's wrist to stop the fight. The students saw Lucifer and immediately scattered away like rats.

Lucifer set Tia down and reach down and held her hand and the two proceed.

That's how he and Tia get here. With him exhausted, but concern about Tia, who most of time stayed quiet and skittish. Which should be normal since Tia is timid as a mouse. What makes this different was she never once look Lucifer in the eye or face him like she always did.

Even her clingy to his arm felt off for Lucifer. Like it was more force then loving as if she clinging for dear life.

Lucifer glances at Tia's back before closing the door and locking it. Right at the of the click, Lucifer saw Tia flinch and slightly drag the chair a bit away before she brought her arms up and hugged herself.

Lucifer knew something was up with her. "Tia?" He took notice that tiny yelp from her before glancing over her shoulder.

"Y-yeah?" It was so quiet even for her.

"I got something for you." Maybe some candy would calm her nerves. Tia nods before slowly stand up from the chair and walk towards Lucifer carefully.

Once she was right in front of him. Tia had your sight set on Lucifer's chest, not looking at up at his face. "What is it?"

"Hold out your hand" She hesitant for a second before slowly hold out her left hand. Then Lucifer reach in to one of poches on his costume and pull out some candies that he save up just in case for Beel. And place them in her hand. She quietly thank him and about to turn around "Tia" He stops her by placing a hand on her shoulder and start trembling. "Tell me what's been bothering you this whole evening?"

Lucifer already knew the answer, it was how they all acted under the curse. He can still remember how her eyes were filled with terror when he cornered her.

She shook her head and look up, though it was hard to know if was looking right at him since she was wearing a mask herself. "I'm fine. Just... tired-"

"Tia, I know when your lying to me." Lucifer slightly tighten his grip when Tia was trying to pull away. He pull her close and reach out with his other hand and place it on her mask. He took it off and set it on the table beside them. There he saw Tia's eyes all glossy and reddish with tear stain running down her cheeks. She frowns while biting her lips making them stop trembling. "Oh Tia." He reach up to cup her face, she flinch once she saw the hand coming before Lucifer place his hand on the side of her face and use his thumb to wipe away her tears.

"I... I know... that the curse is gone... from your masks... But every time I see them. I can't help to think that I... I" She start sobbing and hung her head low as she let out a cry and use her right hand to cover her eyes. "That... You and your brothers would ever change back" she quietly murmur between each sob. In her thoughts they would've stayed like similar to the angel incident.

"Tia" Lucifer quietly whispers before pulling her close to him. She instinctually press her face against his chest with both arms press in between them both. A habit that Lucifer learn that Tia does whenever she tries to stop herself from wrapping her arms around and hugging him. He wrap one arm over her shoulder and slowly walks back with guide her along with him to the chair. He push it back far enough so he can sit. Then he took his arm hand and swiftly grab Tia by her hips and lift her up and sat her on his lap. Her legs is dangling on one side.

She did move her face off of Lucifer's chest. With her hands clench on his coat so tightly.

To Lucifer, Tia is starve for physical affection from what she consider her lover. But scare to ask or do it first since she have this idea that if she does this then he'll might think she's being to clingy. A mindset she grow to have after her previous boyfriends calling her whenever she does things that warrant giving physical love back or receiving them.

Lucifer thinks that maybe one of the reason she fell for Belphie. Belphie's tendency of clingy to Tia whenever they took a nap together. And Beel's reaction of hugging others or more physical action then words.

To Lucifer, if his being honest to himself. Physical affection is not is strong suit. He can give physical affection, and Tia does react positively to his word of affection too. Receiving gift is the less affected way Tia.

But what Tia craves most is physical affection. At that moment Lucifer thought of a way to give that, along with helping Tia get this fear of losing him out of her mind.

He pulls back and leans on his chair. With Tia looking down, he cup her face, turning her to face him. He wipe some of new tears off her cheek before letting go, reach up and took his hat off and gently place it on her head. Tia let out a silent gasps before reach up with one hand and feel the hat on her head before turning back to Lucifer.

"Let's play a little game." She tilt her head slightly at his words. "Will try and strip each other off our costume. Only leaving our under shirts and pants"

"You... Want that? Here at RAD?" Yes he knows that she'll question this since he's not taking off some of his coats or shirt in areas like this. He is so protective of no showing skin at all. But since he and Tia are alone in a lock room, while Tia having the same mentality as he does when come to this. He's sure that this could help her if someone like Lucifer does it.

"Yes. You and I can take off one piece of clothing at a time." And also, Lucifer knows that Tia has a thing for strip tease.

She nods and looks at him even with the mask, and wait for him to make the first move.

Lucifer looks up and down her body with just his eyes and spot the first thing he can remove. He reach up, grab one end of her ribbon and pulls it to be untied. It open a bit of her blouse. He set it side and leans back on his chair.

Tia bit her lower lip and looks up and down Lucifer's body. Then she slowly reach down and grab his gloved hand. Pull it up right between them. She stares at it before slowly pinch the tip of his finger and slowly pulls the glove up, she does it with each fingers. Once she can tell is lose enough off from his hand. She gently pulls the rest of it off in one tug. She drop his glove on her lap and stare at his hand, not realizing she hand both of her hands cupping his one hand. She start stroking his palm with her thumb.

Lucifer smirk when she pull his hand close to her face, leans into his palm with her hands over his hand. He return the gesture and caressing her cheek.

Right at that moment, Tia's walls are down. Lucifer knew at this point forward, Tia would be more bolder with seeking physical affection. Though there is still a change that she recoil back to her timid self if he does the wrong gesture.

He just realize that she wearing just oversize long sleeves jacket as Tia's costume since he and his brothers ruin her previous one while under the curse. He doesn't really have any other option. He just hopes that her boldness is strong enough for this.

Risking it he pulls his hand back and reach up with both, he move to the zipper of her jacket and gently unzip it down. He observe carefully for any reaction from her during all of this. Luckily she didn't flinch or pull back from him. In fact one small glance at her face he saw Tia bit her lips, as her eyes looks at his hands. Once the zipper is fully down. Lucifer reach with his under ungloved hand into her jacket, up her chest and felt her bare skin of her shoulder. He gently push down her jacket slowly revealing her white sleeveless shirt. He let the jacket fall on the floor.

Suddenly, Tia moves, her one leg move over his lap so she can straddled on his lap, with her pacing both hands on his chest as she move closer, pressing her hips against his. Then she quietly reach up and grab his mask. She stare right into the hole of his mask as she slowly takes it off of him. Revealing a smug and yet soft smile, his smug face. No curse, no different side. Just Lucifer's smug and sly face under that mask.

She smile back. He quickly and quietly reach up and took off his hat off of her and both place their items on the table behind Tia. Not once they broke eye contact.

Lucifer offered his hand with bandage. She took his hand and start unwrapping the bandages off his hand and once Lucifer's hand is naked. Tia move his hand close and start kissing his palm slowly going up to his fingers. As soon she reach the tip of his index finger. She quickly and gently took it in her mouth and gave it small bit.

All awhile she stares into his eyes. Lucifer grins and use his free hand to reach and hook Tia's hair scrunchie and pulls it far letting her hair lose. She close her eyes as she shook her head sightly while still biting Lucifer's finger. Making her black with blue bangs hair more wild. Lucifer watch as her eyes opens and sees that they are filled with desire.

Tia let go of Lucifer's finger and stood her knees on the side of the chair with Lucifer holding her waist with both of his hands. She start undoing all the belts and buttons of Lucifer's coat. Unclipping the chain bell then she dig her hands into his coat and swiftly opening up and slide it off of Lucifer's shoulders. Letting fall down on the chair. She smiles when she notice that Lucifer is also wearing a sleeveless under his costume but his was black.

Then she looks up and meets Lucifer's eyes, she reach up and caress his jaw with her fingers before leaning in and capture his lips with hers. Lucifer lean harder into the kiss making Tia drape her arms over his shoulder and run her hands into his hair and push his head towards her.

Tia grind her hips into Lucifer's earning a growl from him. That made Tia pull back enough before latching onto Lucifer neck and kissing it and sucking it before giving his neck a bit. He groans as he dug his nails down Tia's clothed back. Lucifer Pulls back Tia far that she had her back arching over the table, he blows off the hairs on her neck before he leans in and capture her neck into his lips, he runs circle with his tongue before biting down.

Tia gasps and moan as she claw Lucifer's scalp with her nails. Lucifer lets go and gave the bite mark a quick lick and a a kiss.

He pulls back enough to see Tia's face. Her light tan skin can't hide how flustered she is. She pants heavily as she looks back into Lucifer's eyes. "Lucifer" She whimpers and whines with a pleading look in her eyes.

"Tell me what you want, my little mouse" He caress her cheeks making her lean in to his touch.

"You. I want you" He smirk at her answer. He leans in for a kiss on her lips before pulling her close to him. She instinctually wrap her arms around his neck, while her legs wrap around his waist. Lucifer Stood up with one arm supporting Tia and the other one grab his coat from the chair.

He walks around stands of the council room He flick his wrist and all eight chairs of the stand was push back against the wall. He set his coat right under the table. Before He gently set Tia down on the coat. He drop down on his knees and slowly crawls on top of her. He hovers over her and swiftly took of his shirt and toss it to the side before leaning close to her ear and whispers "Let's make this night memorable." Then he hover his face over hers and leans in to kiss her.

It marks the beginning of their night of terror.

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The next morning Diavolo stood right by the portal at RAD and watch as Barbatos step out of the portal with Oscar right behind him.

Barbatos close the portal and Oscar stood right in front of Diavolo and bows "Thank you for granting me this visit Lord Diavolo"

"Oh Oscar, no need for the formalities."

"Staying in this formal state is the only thing keeping me from... You know" Both Diavolo and Barbatos saw a hit of red on his tan skin as he said that. Diavolo let out a loud laugh before walking over and slap Oscar's shoulder then start walking down the hall with Barbatos right behind them.

Oscar took notice the decoration all over the halls and saw through the window three giant house each with different themes out in the courtyard. "We had an eventful Halloween night." Diavolo spoke knew exactly what Oscar was thinking.

"Oh? Then that would mean that Tia enjoyed herself last night?" Oscar knows that Tia loves Halloween, since back home their country don't actually celebrates Halloween.

Before Diavolo could answer him, Barbatos announce they have arrive by the door of the student council room. Barbatos reach into his pocket and unlocks the door and opens it from the two. However both stop as soon they enter. Diavolo was surprise to see clothing scattered right by the table and chairs. He turn to see Oscar wide eye before pouting with his eyes narrows. Diavolo follow his sight and saw Lucifer sitting on his throne at the stand asleep with Tia on his lap wrap in his coat, her head on his shoulder cradled her. in his arms.

Oscar sighs and turn to Diavolo. "Please tell me you have something... I don't care if its too early to get drunk!"

Note:

The reason Oscar (Tia's older brother) came to Devildom so he can pick up Tia and she can visit her parents grave for Undas (All Saints' Day) which happens on November 1.

Yes, I know Halloween is over, but I was in the mood to write this story.

If there’s grammar or spelling error, please let me know and don’t be shy to leave a comment or reblogging with cute tags. I just love to see you guys thoughts on this :3

[raamitsu]

Tbh when I stated my opinions towards mikey in the latest chapter, I wasn't hating on him. This poor young man needs therapy, of course I see that. Besides, you can say the same for other characters like Taiju, Minami, Izana etc. (though both Minami and Izana are dead but if they're alive they too deserve a guidance towards a better life just like Kazutora). I didn't even surprised, NOT A SINGLE BIT, that Mikey always shown to take things way too far from what a usual delinquent boy supposed to do and you're definitely right about most TR manga readers reacting as if they're just seeing Mikey did all the kicking, punches in the recent arc for the first time but just because he often does, are you suggesting people need to stay calm and shut up about it? Absolutely no lol and I hope you can respect that too. You may say these people did not read the manga correctly/don't understand what this manga is all about but I guess there's nothing wrong about people genuinely reacting upon it and saying that Mikey went too far (even though he explicitly did and it looked worse)

Furthermore, I give my respect to some Mikey stans/apologists who pointed out how unforgivable his actions are and defended him regardless (some of yall can be a lawyer already istg). Some people need to understand, realized that this young man called 'The Invisible Mikey' is an identity mask to hide his true appearance and Sano Manjiro is the one who needs to be saved. I think everyone would agreed if I say that Mikey needs someone to tell him it's okay to be vulnerable because by being so, that's just show how human he is and how it implies that everyone is just the same at the end of the day. He doesn't have to be killed in order to free him from his pain, even though you can't accept his behavior or hate him as a whole. At least have some considerations towards his character's complexity. Suicide is not a solution, not even a painkiller to trauma, mental illness etc. All he needs is an approach, unconditional love, and once again... therapy.

Although I gave a little blame to Takemichi for his stubbornness and often ignoring red flags, the time leaping between him and Mikey wasn't occur intentionally. Just like some people said, Takemichi swore to help him in the same future timeline (because he realized he couldn't trigger the time leaping again with Naoto due to their accomplished goal so there was no point to figure out how to). I always respected and still respect for his selfless side, and his determination to complete his goal, although he's kinda idiot sometimes lol, but his POVs towards Mikey is contradictory/optimistic compared to other characters especially the antagonists, villains, and that what makes him a bit careless. If you know, you know pls I'm too lazy to elaborate that haha. Anyways, with the way this manga is doing lately, I really hope its ending doesn't disappoint us. I'm rooting for you, Wakui sensei ! To finalize my post, I wish to all Mikey stans to remain strong mentally for more chapters to come. That's all I can say :)

[nikikyuuun]

Hello! May I request headcanons of Tsukasa and Kohaku with a crush (How they realize it and how they deal with it)? Thank you and please take care of yourself!

helloo!! i love the cousins a Whole Lot they're so cute so ofc you may!! i haven't written for tsukasa that much though, so i'm sorry in advance if he's a little ooc!

also. heehee. first post of 2022! i hope you all had a v lovely holiday season and have a lovely new year as well ♡ i hope you enjoy!

❧ kohaku and tsukasa with a crush

content warnings: none

❧ kohaku tends to say it plainly and clearly, almost like some sort of disclaimer—he ain't too knowledgeable about these kinds of things, y'know... a lot of what he knows just comes from the net. he's definitely laughed at cheesy romcoms or cliche shoujo manga with aira before, but the actual feeling of having a crush? it's just as new to him as just about everything else.

❧ when his feelings for you start to change, he chalks it up to just circumstance. he's been feeling a little under the weather lately, so that's why his stomach feels all weird, right? and it's been getting real cold lately, so that's why his face has been red—and don't go gettin' sick, ya hear? this excuse only works for so long, though. there comes a point where kohaku can barely even explain his own reactions to himself, like why he feels so much more himself when he's with you, or why he's almost disappointed to hear you call him a friend...

❧ it frustrates him a little, being at the mercy of his own emotions like this—especially since he can't even pinpoint what they are! it dawns on him eventually, after bidding you goodbye after hanging out, or getting a goodnight text from you later that evening, a growing realisation that, ah, maybe the way he thinks about you isn't quite the same anymore, and what if you think the same way about him, too? he'll put on a thick face, but the thought of it makes his chest warm.

❧ kohaku knows he'll confess to you when he's ready, but with how much happier he seems to be around you, he isn't quite the most subtle about it—offering to treat you whenever you go out together, or sharing his food with you, or even just the tone of voice he takes with you, softer and kinder and gentler. he'll see you tomorrow, yeah? d'you need him to walk you to the station? 's no issue at all, as long as you get home safe.

❧ crushes... aren't really something tsukasa's dealt with much before, honestly, if at all. he's more than familiar with admiration, as well as the type of old-fashioned, chivalric romance in knights' songs, but it's not something he's ever imagined himself experiencing. especially with how much he has on his plate at home, and at school, and at ensemble square, and...

❧ well, that was the case until you—tsukasa is almost acutely aware of how differently he feels around you, the quickness of his pulse and the clamminess of his hands, the awkward fumble in his voice and the uncharacteristic stumble in his step. you were friends, weren't you? so why was he so nervous? he's really sorry, he's not usually like this, he says—but when you smile and laugh it off, it doesn't quite help his case. he does try to act normal in front of you, though! as normal as he can get, when everything from the back of your hand brushing his, to walking too close to you makes his breath hitch a little.

❧ tsukasa definitely seems like the type to want his crush to think of him as dependable, too! do you need help with something? just want some company? as a knight, it's his sworn duty to help those in need, you know~ he gets to spend time with you, too, so that's definitely a bonus! he doesn't trust himself not to stumble over his words, so hopefully his actions will suffice, instead.

❧ just like his cousin, he doesn't want to rush into things with you—not because he isn't sure of his feelings, but because he wants to do things right, if not by his own standards then by yours, no matter what thet may be. as inexperienced as he is with, well, matters of the heart, tsukasa hopes very dearly that you'll take him as he is.

[wrong-melody]

A bored Zombie and a Jealous Doll

Character: Hanma Shuji (present age: 28)

Word count: 900 words

Pronoun: female reader (she/her)

Type: fluff, jealous reader, suggestive at the end

Warning: nothing, Hanma being Hanma

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A friday night means you can have fun with your friends doing all the plans you agreed on from last week. But here you are laying down on your bed with your beloved boyfriend tightly hugging you from behind. Or at least as he thinks. Tightly hugging you.

"Doll help me. I'm bored. I survived many injuries but I dont think I can survive this boredom anymore"

Hanma asked for help in a serious tone as if he is really dying from boredom. This man can't stand this feeling and will annoy the hell out of you to entertain himself. Yet, you aren't in the mood for bored Hanma right now.

"You decided to comeback home early after work when you could have fun with the other guys and comeback tomorrow. Of course you will be bored with me."

For some reasons he wasn't sure why he felt like you sounded angry. Is it because he usually doesn't spend friday nights with you ? Or because he is trapping you between his long limps and literally preventing you from going anywhere, not even with your girlfreinds and making you cancel all your plans with them ? He gotta find out.

"They are no fun but you are an exception"

He said while rubbing circles on your stmach, trying to sooth your hiden and bulding up anger.

"I am no fun too if you barely spend these nights with me, right?"

His circling motions with his big hand stopped upon hearing your replay. You are definitly angry and he doesn't like it.

"There is an explaination"

"They were mostly gangs meetings. You ended up drinking and lost track of time. Thats why you aren't home until saturday morning. I know all of that."

How can he replay to that ? He has been telling you the same excuse for a long time but he can't tell you the exact truth, can he ?

"I already know the truth too, idiot"

Well, that was a little bit suprising considering how much he tried to hide many details related to gang stuff from you. But there is nothing can be done as these things get to be known in a matter of time.

"I didn't lie though"

Just because he didn't tell you the complete truth that doesn't mean he lied about what he says every week and everytime. You moved his hand away from you to free yourself from his 'trap hug' and properly sat down starring at the bedsheet , and he followed you to sit as well as he can sense the seriousness surrdounding you, waiting for the truth you said you know.

"I can't be as fun as those girls in the club. There is no way I can be in the same level as them and I .... "

His laugh intrupted you. Is he having fun seeing you jealous like this ?! You finally looked at him to throw some fists but he was quick to hold your hands gentally while he is still laughing.

Out of frustration, you tried to even hit him with your head but due to your height difference, your head perefectly land into his chest and he didn't waste a second from hugging you again.

"You are Hanma's girl. Of course you aren't in the same level as some club whores"

You really weren't in the mode for his sweet talk so you tried to get away from him but obviously there is no escape from an embrace from a giant human like him.

"Sorry doll, but thats not the truth."

He finally let you go from his hug to look into your eyes

"I don wanna say much but they are literally gang staff, you already should have an idea about what I mean"

Yes you know but ...

"So you better to not think of stupid shit like that again. 'kay doll ?!"

You couldn't help but to bite down your lower lip despite his serious and honest answer.

"No. Its not okay at all. You still have meetings at the clubs and can see these girls who will make a show. Dont usually men enjoy these kind of things too ?"

You said in frustration but somehow you regret your last sentence after you saw his smirk.

"Well if that's the problem then I can bring the whole damn club here if it will make you feel better"

Being with Hanma means at least being flustered once a day and this is just the start.

"Those girls are half clothed but you can do it naked and give me a better show. I will be all yours for the rest of the night and you can entertain me with a special performance"

You couldn't replay as blood rushed to your face turning you red and that for sure didn't go unnoticed by Hanma who gentlly hold both your cheeks between his hand sqeezing your face.

"I will redesgin the room and add a pole .. where do you want it ?"

You didn't mean it but it was a spontaneous  reaction from your embaressment as you tried to hit me again on his chest, and he let you take your frustration out as he laughs. You couldn't really help but to smile at his melodic laugh, at least he doesnt seem dying from boredom anymore and somehow you felt better that he would rather have a special show from you than a bored show at the club.

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Mero 🖤 Feedbacks are appreciated.

[leviiattacks]

Two Faced | Chapter Ten

↳ levi ackerman, the very person who was about to kindly behead you by a surprising turn of events manages to become your loving husband? you would be elated if this was true love, but it’s all thanks to a mysterious magic spell that your life is spared, for now at least.

pairing :: duke!levi x duchess!reader genre :: royal au ??? (at this point idek) angst, fluff, slice of life etc ?? word count :: 4k author note :: haha.... wowww it's been long since i last updated. honestly my physical and mental health have just been horrible... that's about it, i lost a lot of motivation but if you're still reading i am very thankful and i will try to deliver the story well. i tried my best but writing whilst sick is very tiresome :-) tags :: @patience-is-here​ , @chwlogy​ , @a--nonymousse​ , @imkumichan​ 

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Keeping yourself cooped up within Levi's estate and never daring to step a foot outside should have been what you had done. Blackmailing him to keep you confined within the walls of your bedroom would be much better compared to the problem you have to resolve now. Perhaps if you had done so you wouldn't have collided face first into this muddle.

Jean fiddles with the ends of his button up, he doesn't take the chance to glance up at any of his superiors. He's either much too embarrassed or has nothing noteworthy to start off with.

Erwin chooses to call the shots seeing as neither you or the Viscount by your side wish to begin.

"You both understand why we're here. Correct me if I'm wrong?" The Commander looks between you, Jean and your unfortunate excuse of a husband. Suddenly it looks as if the gears and cogs in Jean's brain move without warning.

Offering a demure nod you expect for him to follow in your footsteps and do the same only he stands there looking between you and Levi.

"Wait...The two of you are? A couple?" Stunned isn't the word, Jean's completely flabbergasted.

"If you figured that out this late, I do not understand why Erwin sees you remotely fit for my team." Levi's beyond insulted at the fact he's only just understood the situation.

Jean, now more intimidated than ever before straightens his back and coughs clumsily, "Sorry." He murmurs chestnut eyes making contact with the hardwood floors.

The Commander's laced hands sit atop his desk, elegant fingers moving similar to honey on a spoon. He sighs not out of fatigue but pride. Whatever plan he's come up with has to be decent at the very least, his body language is telling you that much.

"We have a number of possibilities we can choose from. We owe that pleasure to Mr Kirstein here." Erwin offers him an almost cynical smile, you can't help but gulp thinking about how this is essentially your fault. With all the constant training sessions and team building tasks it makes sense for Jean to have completely forgot about your unspoken rule. Solely blaming him is incorrect.

Raising your arm above your head to intervene you make it known that you're aware of Levi shooting you a look of warning by returning it. It's best he knows you don't care for anyone's opinion let alone his.

"Permission to speak Commander?"

Your request is agreed to immediately with the wave of  Erwin's hand.

"It's my fault for not reminding Jean. I'll take the blame, I hadn't even told him the full story concerning me and Levi."

Levi doesn't enjoy your defense in the slightest. "I don't expect my wife to fling herself at other men and allow for them to snoop around gathering the details of our personal lives."

Scoffing you shield yourself with your arms over your chest.

"Oh dear husband. If you want to get personal do tell me where my family is?" It's an inside joke only Levi will be able to understand.

"If you call those people family your standards are disgustingly low."

"Maybe that explains why I settled for you."

Again, other's opinions are not at the forefront of your priority list. Regardless it's quite enjoyable pushing Levi further into a corner with that sentence. You see the internal struggle play out within him. Jaw clenched, hands balled together. He doesn't have an appropriate response

Jean bursts out unable to hold it in any longer, chest trembling with every quake of laughter that ripples through him you have to shove him with your elbow. For a Viscount his etiquette sure is nonexistent.

"My word, the two of you sound like..."

Levi stares at him most probably expecting something along the lines of "An old married couple."

But, no. It's nothing anyone in the room expects. That includes you.

"It's as if you're unhappy with each other..."

Not a noise is made after that. Jean isn't mistaken, your heart is miserable. You've never had many relationships to begin with, whether it be familial, romantic or platonic and for someone such as your husband to treat you the way he does - it feels futile having to navigate around the complexities. Even if he isn't really your husband it's disappointing to reflect on your marriage so suddenly.

Feeling your face droop a little you bite your bottom lip with your teeth. Hearing the truth from someone you barely expect to hear it from has an effect on you.

You're so caught up analyzing everything it takes you a minute to even register Levi grumbling and lunging forward pilfering the collar of Jean's shirt.

"Every day you prove to be more and more pathetic than I expect." Levi turns to look at you after that. His stare bores into you but he doesn't come off threatening, you assume his last remark is directed solely at Jean.

When he turns back only glaring at Jean now with even more tenacity than before. He's ready to snap but Erwin has clearly had enough of the unwanted altercation in his office.

"Enough. The both of you. This is most bothersome." At the Commander's orders Levi is silenced although it takes all of his resolve to do so.

Finally bothering you take a good look at Jean. He's calm in an incredibly out of character way.

Is this not the man who trembled in his boots the first time he and Levi came into contact? It's almost as if he seems pleased with himself for drawing out such a reaction from his Captain.

Erwin shuffles through stacks of paperwork on his desk. The man needs an assistant at this point. You doubt you could find anything in that haphazard pile. Edges of crumpled paper poke out uncomfortably and Erwin becomes increasingly annoyed when he can't locate what it is he's looking for.

Just as you're about to ask if he requires any assistance it seems he's found what he's been looking for, that's if his eyes are any indication of the relief he feels.

"This." He holds up the paper, all eyes in the room are trained on it. "Under normal circumstances would not have to become an option."

"But these aren't normal circumstances?" Jean's thoughtless question is irksome when the answer is so obviously staring him down in the face.

Nonetheless Erwin nods incapable of losing his cool over something so minor.

"Sign to confirm to my proposition."

The document he places onto the desk isn't what you imagine, you can practically feel the dread climb up your throat once you're done scanning it. Jean's full name placed right next to yours in bold lettering has your stomach lurching. You don't have to read the rest to understand the new circumstances you've landed into.

To make matters worse Erwin places two rings down right in front of the both of you.

A pot of boiling hot water is what you've been thrown in.

Are you supposed to be some sort of replacement for potatoes? What's Jean in this scenario? Carrots?

"It is troublesome to have the two of you put on an act to be involved with one another but I see it as our safest option." Erwin notices your parted lips and slacked jaw. "You need not worry this isn't a marriage contract, you're simply acting."

There's no path out of this pot, you and Jean will simply have to deal with the prospect of being boiled alive.

Ah, you forgot to mention who would act as the hot water but you're sure the suspect is obvious.

Even right now Levi's fury radiates off of him, it's unclear if he was given the details of the Commander's plan beforehand but if his furrowed brow and pursed lips are indicators of the truth he must have had no idea.

Your suspicions are confirmed to be correct once Levi reaches forward plucking the paper away, it just so happens he's snatched it away the very moment Jean leans in to get a closer look at it.

"I was never informed of this."

Erwin gives him a guarded smile. "Do you have any jurisdiction over what I think is best?" Is his freezing reply.

"Yes. When it concerns my wife and another man - Correction. I meant boy."

Jean's taken aback by the subtle jab and shamefacedly shoves his hands into his pockets.

You watch the scene go down with a perplexed look the entire time. Levi's frustration seems to be legitimate yet he has no logical reason for it to ever be present in the first place. Unless he has a plan which outperforms the one you've just been given he's doing this all for nothing.

"I assure you your wife is in safe hands so long as you stop interfering."

Levi's about to bark back until he catches your confusion. He's become aware of your tilted head and telling expression and only then does he silence himself permanently not before sighing deeply, muttering an expletive under his breath.

 "I’ll sign it.” That seems to be Jean’s indirect way of asking what your choice will be.

“I... will too.” Is your hesitant reply.

Levi only becomes avoidant after that. Half way through Erwin explaining how you and Jean have to look believable Levi just ups and leaves without a word. Perhaps you've hurt his pride but for what he's done to you it's a small price to pay and so you do nothing to make amends. He has no reason to feel uncomfortable, you aren't really his wife, you're essentially strangers. Does he even know your favourite colour? Your favourite food? Your favourite pastime?  

You doubt he does.

Jean and you are rather successful with your act. It feels pleasant having him brush your hair out of your face occasionally or lovingly place a hand on your forehead to check if you've come down with a fever. He laces his fingers with yours when others are around and when they aren't he lets the act go. It's satisfying having a cooperative partner.

Naturally Jean is still a tease, even now he makes the odd suggestive comment or two in passing but you can't say you hate it. In fact it excites you to think of a response that borders the edge of teasing and simple fun between friends.

The increasing openness between the two of you is enough for the cadets to deduce that he's most probably the noble man you wed in secrecy.

It's only been a few days since yours and Jean's newfound behaviour, thankfully you haven't been flooded with questions just yet. The higher ups sit nearby during breakfast, lunch and dinner keeping watch over the cadets. It leaves you able to eat and drink without having to handle the constant inquiring of your comrades.

However, you aren't as lucky today. A meeting's taking place and after yours and Jean's convincing act Erwin deems it safe enough to leave you unattended for a short while.

Of course it doesn't go according to plan because when you're involved when does anything ever go according to plan?

The cadets are flocked around your table at dinner as soon as they notice they've been left to their own devices. The opportunity to sit down without everyone invading your space is barely provided to you. Krista is sat to your right leaning into you rather animatedly, Annie has made herself at home sat across you which in itself is completely out of character and slightly unnerving, Annie never and you repeat never concerns herself with you.

"Why did you and Jean hide it?" Armin hovers over your shoulder as per usual. He can't be blamed for naturally being inquisitive and it does give you the opportunity to lay out the foundations of your plan. Now's your time to muster up one of your rehearsed responses.

"It would interfere with work." You respond immediately wanting to appear natural. Pondering on an answer for too long would raise suspicions.

Armin makes a sound of approval and shuffles into the seat next to Krista, that is until Ymir can be overheard telling him to move if he knows what's best for him.

"I have a question." Says a voice across the table, you don't have to look at the blonde parallel to you to know it's her.

For once Annie’s initiated a conversation with you, she’s not particularly great at keeping her intentions discreet. Maybe she doesn’t care if you can tell what she’s up to? But if that’s the case her plan isn’t all that foolproof, there's no way you're to let any details slip away.

Sharply inhaling waiting for what it is she has to say you find that her sentence never comes. Instead she shakes her head and murmurs a "Never mind.". You don't even have the time to ask her to stick around, she's already rose from her seat taking her unfinished plate of food with her, you let her go assuming she feels unwell.

"So how'd you two meet? Jean already told me earlier but I'd like to hear your side." Reiner's taken Annie's empty seat and his gaze is unwavering. The trap they've set up is a clever one. Surveying the hall for Bertholdt you know he has to be observing too. The two never operate alone.

You suddenly hate Reiner. For whatever reason he and his trio are endlessly obsessed with you, they've caught onto something that's for sure but you don't know what it is and now they've completely ensnared you with a backhanded trick. There's no way out of this, you have no idea what it is Jean said to Reiner, the chances of you providing the exact same answer are slim to none.

"My memory is really fuzzy, I don't think Jean gave off much of a first impression so I've forgot." Your horrible excuse doesn't fly by, everyone simultaneously narrows their eyes in disbelief. What you've said isn't convincing at all.

Husband and Wife yet you've forgot how the two of you met?

Fidgeting with the ring adorning your finger the cool metal isn't doing a great job at alleviating the pressure of the situation.

"Jean said the two of you hit it off almost instantly. Who's being dishonest?"

Reiner's either lying to catch you out or he's saying the God honest truth and right now all you can do is hope and pray for a miracle to sweep you off your feet. Mikasa and Jean still aren't within view. At this point you're hoping for Levi to save you, it doesn't matter how so long as you escape unscathed.

"Hey, I think we're just making her anxious with all the questions." Armin is quick to side with you, deep down you know he only does so due to the respect he holds for his Commander. You thank the Heaven's for Erwin's admirable smile and commendable leadership, it seems to be the only reason Armin believes you and Jean.

"Or she's lying." Reiner's resting his head in one of his palms, he's still boring holes right into your frame.

Your eye twitches, this is all unnecessary and uncalled for, whatever it is Reiner wants out of you it better be worthwhile.

He still eggs you on. "You walked out of the Captain's quarters. I saw you."

Standing up and leaning forward you plant your feet to the ground as firmly as you can you.

"And if she did what's it to you?"

Fighting the urge to sigh in relief you've never been happier to hear Jean's voice but something's off. His breathing sounds heavy - like he fought his way to get inside. Turning only then do you notice Mikasa standing by him. She looks equally as exhausted. There's been some sort of a struggle.

"You think it was funny getting Annie to guard the door?" He heaves and runs a frustrated hand through his hair.

"And you think hiding secrets from the rest of us is any better?" Reiner's adamant there's information that the both of you are hiding, he's not wrong but that doesn't change that he's challenging you unprovoked without a reasonable motive.

"We're hiding nothing." Unlike you Jean is sure of his words, he's confident speaking up and he seems to be able to pull off the role of a protective husband perfectly.

“I came out of the Captain’s quarters because he had access to hot water. He said I could use his shower. That’s all it was.”

Reiner quirks an eyebrow upwards and is pleased with your answer. God you’ve said something incriminating haven’t you? It's not incriminating per se but it's without doubt malleable and easy to twist.

“Jean, you were okay with your wife doing that at the dead of night?” Reiner's still leading the interrogation.

“I was the one who suggested it.”

“I don’t believe you’re a couple." If it were Reiner who said that you wouldn't care much, after all it's pretty clear he never believed it but to your displeasure it isn't him who's spoken. Ymir's lopsided grin is all knowing and you're beginning to lose your footing in this argument any second now if any more people start to side against you.

If Ymir disagrees that almost certainly means Krista has her qualms about you too, you've observed beforehand that Ymir tends to speak for Krista on occasion. This happens to be one of those times.

Krista timidly raises her hand and Ymir gives her an approving nod encouraging her to speak.

"I don't like the conflict going on but it is suspicious..."

"Why have I only ever seen you two hold hands?" She asks.

Ymir slings her arm over Krista's shoulder affectionately. "Yeah, I tell Krista I'll marry her every day of the week."

Mikasa mumbles something unintelligible, Ymir gives her a look of warning but Mikasa doesn't seem to care. Instead she repeats what she has to say loud and clear.

"Stick to only speaking when Krista is involved."

Krista holds Ymir by her arm so she doesn't get up, she knows how she gets when she's been provoked. Even if Krista has her suspicions it isn't worth Ymir gaining a permanent penalty point on her record.

Thankfully Armin cuts in. "There's no solid evidence to show they're lying and even if they are the Commander's most probably told them to. Don't you think there's a reason? Leave it be if that's the case. I trust him with our lives."

"We have a right to know." Annie's returned and insists to keep this back and forth going.

Just as you're about to fire back Jean takes a hold of your waist, you look down and seeing his large hands planted securely around your frame has your stomach bubbling with anticipation.

"What are you— "

And then he kisses you, he doesn't ask and instinctively your arms move to whack his chest but you stop yourself in time. You realize it's for the sake of your plan not falling through and so you gently place your hands on his shoulders attempting to ground yourself. It becomes increasingly difficult when you sink deeper into the kiss than you'd like to admit. Blood rushes to the tips of your ears and the thumping of your heartbeat makes it difficult to articulate any thoughts, all you really know is that you like this, whatever this is.

Jean's hands don't feel like they were made to rest against your back, they feel slightly out of place as if he's a key and you're an unmatched lock. In spite of that the circles he comfortingly rubs into the sides of your waist are appreciated, you almost forget you're in a room full of people until you're flooded by cold air.

You've been dragged off of Jean and something in the pit of your stomach has you wishing Levi isn't responsible for the interruption.

To your relief it's just Hange, they're glowing in mischief, the grin on their face shows they aren't mad. They might even find this entertaining.

"Well I be damned... maybe they weren't bluffing?" Connie's been persuaded by the looks of it and Krista's busy whispering to Ymir, you hear the faint sound of the word "Romantic" escape her lips, she's equally as convinced as Connie.

Hange smacks your back light-heartedly and looks to the door for a second. "We leave ya' both for a while and you decide to give everyone a show?"

Erwin's stood by the doorway with a humorous smile playing at his lips, Levi however is anything but amused, he glares at you with murderous eyes, he looks like he's ready to end your life then and there but you know he won't dare do so and for a second you feel braver than you ever have before. Without much thought you grab onto Jean's forearm.

"Me and my husband will get going now!" You allow your gaze to loiter when you get to Reiner. He grunts an apology and you're oh so tempted to ask him to repeat himself but you'd rather not instigate anything.

With that said and done you and Jean leave after giving the performance of your lives.

Slowly but gradually the sky outside becomes dark.

The will to sleep left your body long ago. It's by pure luck that you even manage to catch three hours of rest. Training is the only available distraction and dying out in battle isn't favourable by any means, your boredom may as well be used resourcefully - Strapping yourself up in your ODM gear is the best option.

A quarter way through your warm up you can sense a presence behind you, the leaves rustle and the wind feels noticeably quieter. You'd bother to turn around to see who's intruded but Levi's snuck close enough for you to be able to smell his perfume from where you're stood.

"Feel disrespected? Embarrassed even?" You jab at him knowing it'll rile him up, you don't face him not wanting to give him the pleasure of seeing your face.

"Watch your mouth." he warns sharply.

Rolling your eyes you go about your business, it stays that way for a few minutes. All the while Levi stares at you darting from tree to tree, his scrutinizing gaze scalding you repeatedly.

"Y/N!" He yells at the top of his lungs.

For some unknown reason you automatically stop and lower yourself to the ground

"I have something to tell you." Comes his tense follow up. A finger of his latches onto one of the leather straps on your back.

You can't believe he's still denying the undeniable.

"You can wait till tomorrow. I'll be going to bed."

Levi doesn't seem to care for your cold response and proceeds with no warning.

"I'm jealous." His voice shakes. The grip he has on your harness doesn't let up. With your back turned to him you're still somehow able to detect the very obvious crack of pain.

Levi, jealous?

Gritting your teeth together you feel deceived.

How much longer will you have to tolerate Levi's push and pull?

“May I ask, what he is to you, my love?”

Your breathing grows heavy, tensing up you're completely shocked by the term of endearment that falls from his lips. You haven't heard it for so long, Levi sounds eerily different.

You hate to admit it but a flicker of foolish hope lights in your chest.

"Levi why would you ask— "

"Why don't you call me Lev anymore?" He whispers sounding strangled. You can't take it anymore and hesitantly look his way.

His eyes are filled with tears "I'm sorry my love, I don't know what went wrong." you falter for a second not knowing what to think.

At that moment the flicker becomes a flame.

The man who stands right before you is meant to be dead, never to be seen again. By all accounts this should be impossible, but Lev has always been a fighter.

Bitterness stings your heart, the wounds you've collected are still fresh but despite your body's protests you don't flinch when he gently takes a hold of your wrist, bringing it closer to his mouth.

"Lev...? Is that really you...?" You ask desperately.

The warm kiss he presses against your pulse point provides you with the answer you've been longing for.

[herstarburststories]

You Have A Home

Pairing: Sam Winchester x Reader

Summary: After a call from Y/N, Sam comes back town to help -- and brings Dean with him.

Requests: N°1 heyhey, could you do a Sam x reader where they went to college togehter and later meet again and they realise their feelings for eachother...xx + N°2: can you do a college sam headcanon with medicine student reader

A/N: This was fun! The monster here is mentioned in season 6, when the boys ask Bobby for advice on how to kill it. This is my first Samgirl long imagine, with Dean being the flirty he is. I wrote this almost one year ago, so it's more crude and I'm nervous to be posting it! And my piece for @cajunquandary 's 600 challenge, my prompt was monster of the week. Dividers by @talesmaniac89!

Dean's eyes remained on the road when the bitter statement left his body, tangled with a wry chuckle, “I can't believe you are still in touch with those people.”

“Those people?” Sam arched elbows, slightly skeptical by his brother's tone, “They were my friends, Dean.”

“Sammy, all our friends? Dead. They all die. Or worse.” He glanced at him for a moment, pursing his lips together. It might not be an easy assignment, but was part of the job. Sammy had tried to run away plenty times and always came back, when would he understand? “We don't get to have friends. You should've learned that.”

“They are not our friends, they are my friends. Also, they don't know about the hunting life, they aren't in harm.” Sammy hissed once the other locked his green eyes on the road again. Dean sighed, moving one hand away and up from the steering wheel in a rendition gesture.

“Whatever you say, man. I'm just warning you, this doesn't usually end up good for them.”

Sam scoffed, Dean could get on his nerves sometimes, “We saved many people that got to have a good life.”

“Yeah, but those people didn't know us before that. I told you when you left Stanford--”

“I didn't keep contact, okay!? I just... I just still have a phone that they have the number of. No social media, no calls on birthdays.” Nervously gesticulating, he added, “I know how to keep them safe, Dean.”

“So, old friend?” The eldest Winchester asked after the few minutes of silence that followed Sam's outburst, “Female old friend?”

“Yes. (Y/N) (Y/L/N).” Dean smirked, and Sam to rolled his eyes at his behavior, “Keep it in your pants.”

He'd let out a malicious laughter before turning on the radio, the first guitar sounds of AC/DC playing in the background.

“I think you'll be the one not keeping it, Sammy.”

“Hello?” The woman in nothing but a towel who had opened the door greeted them with a question, her brown eyes glaring at the two men with clear confusion.

Dean had no shame to check her out, innerly celebrating that she was still wet from her shower. Perhaps visiting Sam's friends wasn't that big mistake. “Hey, you.”

She grimaced at Dean for two seconds before turning her attention to Sam again, sudden recognition written on her face.

“Sam? Sam Winchester?” He nodded, smiling that light-hearted boyish grin at her. Not caring about her dressings, she just threw herself at Sammy, hugging him tightly. “I missed you!” She pulled away only to hit his shoulder. Her short stature didn't match Sam's, but he'd still make a grimace at her attempt of slap. “Why didn't you call? God, your hair grew a lot. Listen, I have some scissors.”

“Tried that, didn't work.” Dean interrupted their reencounter, trying to get in the conversation. An usual lopsided grin on his face, “Dean Winchester, Sam's brother.”

“Layla, Sam's friend.” She gave him a friendly smile in return, opening space for them to pass through the door before closing it, “Come in, I need to change in clothes.”

“I wouldn't even dream of that. Seriously.”

Layla would just wiggle one of her brows at Dean's comments, not impressed by it, “Ele é sempre assim? (Is he always like this?)”

Thankfully, Sam still remembered a bit of his friend's native language. He just chuckled, managing to apologize for Dean's typical Dean behavior, “Unfortunately. Sinto muito. (I'm sorry)”

“(Y/N) is in the kitchen. I'll be right back.” Her accent was thicking stronger duo the comfortability around Sam. Excusing herself, the caramel skinned girl leaded upstairs.

“What did she say?” Dean asked, side glancing at the path Layla had just gone on, not even sure of which language she'd just spoken, much less what was said. Sammy didn't bother replying, satisfied to grin at his obvxion brother. “Dude, come on!”

“Sam!” A well-known voice filled the room as the image of (Y/N) appeared in front of them, dressing your loyal cook's avental. You didn't think twice before jumping on Sam. “I missed you, giant!”

He, like always, caught you with a light-hearted laughter, “I missed you too, cupcake.” You two spent a few moments like this, enjoying each other's warm and long lost touch, until Dean cleared his throat. You finally went back to the ground, embarrassed by having a stranger to see that level of intimacy between you and Sam, “This is Dean, my--”

“Handsome brother. Hello, cupcake.” Dean was so going to tease Sam for the rest of his life for it.

“You really live up for Sam's description.” You giggled, heading towards the kitchen “Come in, I'm baking.”

“So, you and Layla still live together?”

“Most of the time, yes. You know how she is, comes and goes. Never wanted to stay in a place for too long and got a job that supported that.” The boys followed you, Dean examining the kitchen and trying to discover what you were cooking through the smell, while Sam couldn't take his eyes on you, “Apparently, just like you.”

Even though your back was facing them as you checked the food, the bite didn't pass unnoticed, “I had to leave, (Y/N)”

“I understand that, Sam. But you never called or texted. It was like I--” You quickly corrected yourself, “We never existed for you.”

“It's not like that.” Sam sighed, how could he justify? He knew you wouldn't buy a simple excuse. You were smart, and knew him too well to swallow a 'I went on a trip with my brother and just decided that college wasn't my deal' and leave it for that.

“I'm here!” Layla declared, arriving into the room with an excited smile, it was good to have the gang back together. Although, the tangible tension almost made her go back to the shower, “Am I interrupting something?”

“A sitcom DR.” Dean answered with sarcasm, spreading his figure on the chair when you turned around with an apple pie in your hands “What about we talk about the ca-- Is this pie?”

“We heard a scream followed by a loud roar and (Y/N) stayed near the camping part because there was still a signal and I went looking for who it was. When I got there, the thing ran away. Jorge's body... No human did that. His chest was cracked open irregularly, as if it was done by an animal and his heart looked weird. Like it was squeezed and drawn on up somehow?”

“We got a Samia.” Dean stated, relaxing on his spot. Some sault, rosemary and fire would do the job just fine, “Let me guess, it left a clawn near the body or inside it?”

Layla nodded, “Right in the chest or what lasted of it.”

“Are you okay? Finding the body in that state.” A comprehensive manner englobed Sam's question, whom noticed the normality with his friend described finding a shattered body.

“Just some guts.” She shrugged, a grimace was all the reaction they'd get. Crying wouldn't help, neither being terrorized as they expected her too. “I've seen Grey's Anatomy enough not to care about it.”

“Well, I'm literally a medicine student and I am still not okay with that. Especially after you made me go and check the body.” You argued, glaring at your best friend who'd only roll her eyes in response.

“I needed a professional to say if he was dead or not!”

“You need a therapist.”

Dean got up, looking straight at Layla. Time to play the hero in shining armor, “Don't worry with that, we will take care of it.”

Frowning, you were the one to respond, “Do you work for the police now or?”

“Are implying that we investigate it by ourselves?” Your best friend added.

Dean couldn't believe his brother. How the fuck did he let them get inside without saying they didn't know about the hunting business? It was a luck shot that they didn't think much when he said Samia.

“Nope. Not you two. We will do it.” The blonde one said, pointing at them with a smirk.

“I agree, we will do it.” Layla replied, matching his taunt smile.

“Sam, I'm not letting you and your brother do it by yourself. Jorge was my professor, I knew him. Besides, we found the body.” You got on your feet and crossed your arms, waiting for a response. Sam always had a sort of hero complex, ready to help no matter what, but there was no way you'd be letting him go into danger with his brother. Getting in your dormitory to kill a cockroach back then or facing an idiot during a bar fight to protect one of your friends was something, but this? They were talking about looking for an assassin. What if something happened to him? You were the one who called. All on you. The thought of Sam getting hurt for any reason was unbearable, but because of you? You weren't willing to do that.

“You would be in danger, (Y/N). You both.” He tried to explain, internally hoping you'd accept his reasoning and let it go. Sam didn't want you to become one of the friends who knew about this life, you deserve more. He already lost one woman he loved in this city, he couldn't lose another.

You huffed in frustration, “Just like you will!” 

“It's different.” As he was terrified of, you insisted. Arms crossed still and eyes locked with his, determined to get something from him. Sam was smart enough to know that you would keep it going. Perhaps he could give you a short explanation, “Me and my brother, we are used to this. We hunt things like that.”

Layla tilted her head to the side. The way Sam talked remembered her of animal hunting, although she highly doubted that was the case, “Little more explanation?'”

“Monsters are real. Vampires, werewolves, spirits. The list goes on. Call us crazy. Roll the credits.” Sarcasm saltered every word of Dean's as he gestured up and down with a cocky smile. Everyone glared at him, a special furious look from his brother, “What? I thought they knew what we did and that's why she called.”

“Sam?” Your voice was fragile when you said his name, a demonstration that you would believe him through the fear of the truth, but that he had to say it.

Sam laid his hazel eyes on you. God, how he wished he didn't have to confirm anything, to break your vision of world so abruptly, “Dean is right. Supernatural things are real. I know it sounds--”

“Unbelievable? Problematic? Scary?”

“Yeah, all of them.” Sam offered you a humorless smile, then holding your hand the way he used to when you were nervous about an exam, “But I wouldn't lie to you, cupcake.”

The silence was broken by Layla opening a bottle of Whiskey, pouring them for the three people in the room besides herself. You rolled your eyes at your best friend, while Sam wore a tiny smile and Dean was astonished.

Noticing the eyes glued, the latina just shrugged “What? If you are gonna tell me that Dracula is real and you are a sort of Buffy's apprentice, then we will need some alcohol.”

“Why did you call?” Sammy asked, his brows knotted together, mouth slight open as he waited for your response. “You didn't know what I did. And he wasn't my professor at Stanford. Then why did you call, (Y/N)?”

You could make up a hundred excuses. Lie and say he was the one friend besides Layla that you had somehow a way to get to. Appeal to the excuse of 'I felt something weird about the death and you said I should call if I ever had a problem of any kind'. But for as much as you felt horrible for using a death as a pretext for calling him, that was partially the truth. You already had put yourself into a mess of monsters and a drained heart, it couldn't be scarier than being honest to Sam and to yourself.

At least, you hoped so. But your heart was rushing like when you saw Jorge's body. Jesus, when did love become so morbid?

You took a deep breath, oxygen barely achieving your lungs, and then started to talk.

“I wanted to call you the minute that you left, Sam. I almost did a million times.” You answered, looking down at the bottle of a sort of plant that he was putting in a dark green bag. “I thought about what you could be doing, what was so important that you couldn't send me a message. But you just didn't want to call, I guess.”

“I wanted to call, of course I did.” You scoffed at his statement, looking up to match his eyes, “(Y/N), I'm serious.”

“You didn't even come to Jess' funeral, Sam. Layla said that maybe you needed to leave to clear your mind, that was too much to deal with. But I was so worried, and sad and confused and I wanted to talk to you because you would understand, you always did. About anything. And I wanted to give you some sort of comfort, but--” You lifted your hands and shrugged your shoulder, a broken chuckle leaving your body. “But you weren't here.”

“You stopped leaving messages after two weeks. Calling was gone when it made a moth.” You sniffed. Sam's lips curved into a pure, cautelous grin. God, he was always so sweet. “The emails took two months.”

“You were never good with dates. I gave you a calendar in your freshman week.” Your teeth met your lower lip. He didn't answer, only nodding at your affirmation, omitting the fact that he still had the calendar between latin books and pieces of newspapers, “Yet, you remember all of it.”

Sam leaned forward, holding your hand with all the delicacy you would expect from a sculptor. It had been too long since he hugged you, and his touch made all your skin tickle with warmth. “I missed you too, (Y/N). I thought about you all those years.”

“So, Cupcake?”

"Let's focus on the case, Dean."

“Then you can go back and eat your cupcake?” He remarked with a grin. His brother just huffed, pointing the flashlight through the trees, “So, Layla…”

Sam rolled his eyes, like he usually did when Dean started being too Dean for his liking, “Dean. The case.”

Before he could make another teaseful comment, a roar invaded their audition. The hunters gave each other a quick glance before heading towards the direction of the noise.

Shaking the salt and rosemary mixture in his hands, Dean smirked, “That's it. Time to shine, cupcake.”

“I have to admit. Being patched up by a doctor is better than by Dean.”

A surprised, half relieved laughter came out your body as you finished another stitch on Sam's arm. That boy was unbelievable; openly talking and making jokes about his brother, who was also being patched up by your best friend in company of a bottle of whiskey, while he spoke about Layla's name being a rock song. You were working on a large wound on his shoulder-- which you were sure that was full of dirt from the forest.

Medicine student, but I'll take that complement.” You winked at him, gaining a soft grin from Sammy, “I was expecting more blo-- Why are you smiling? I'm touching a recent wound. It doesn't look dangerous, but I'm sure it is supposed to hurt. A lot.”

Sam's answer came out easily, the bare, vulnerable truth: “I'm happy you are here.”

You looked at him, his hair longer than before, but the soft simper remained on his face. You bit your lip to hold a giggle; her heart dared to hope. What he expected when he said things like this? A quiet contentment spread through his expression while he watched your reaction.

“You should have come home sooner.” 

His mouth formed a line, “I don't have a home, (Y/N). It's just Dean, me and the road now.”

“No, Sam.” Shaking your head lightly, you intertwined your fingers with his. His life was dangerous, you couldn't afford the luxury of waiting even more to share what you had finally admitted to yourself in the moment he walked through the door. It didn't seem like the easiest, simpler situation. But the only hard thing you couldn’t go through was to be away from Sam Winchester. He lingered on you for years, you were done letting him run away. It was time to hold his hand and walk together. “You should've come home sooner. To me.”

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Hiii! It's me again, the anon who requested the twice's reaction. I just want to say that I really enjoyed the result, I confirm that I love your reaction. Can i request you another reaction? Maybe an Itzy's one(always with neutral gender) where the reader, who is their best friend, starts to date another girl?

Thank you again <3

-S Anon

Request all you want, it keeps me occupied when I'm bored.

Ps. I think I wrote the correct thing 🤔😅

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Reaction to best friend dating another girl

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Yeji

Yeji was shocked to say the least, she had no idea you were secretly dating a member of mamamoo, let alone dating Moonbyul.

Considering moonbyul is cheesy with everyone, it hadn't crossed her mind once, not even when she was blushing at something you had said. She thought it was all part of the 'act' for the TV show.

Once she found out, she would be so supportive it's like poison to you. If you weren't civilised, you would've hissed at her every time she even went near you with that motherly smile on her dumb beautiful face. She's just making sure you don't get hurt... like in your previous relationship

"Aren't you guys just the cutest?" Yeji smiles, taking a sneaky photo, yeah, she's also a photographer now... apparently ?_?

You stare at her in silence with a dumb expression worn on your face. You're sitting in Moonbyul's lap, her arms wrapped around your body and she's asleep.

"I hate you" you mumble

"No you don't, I know you too well" that's the issue with your friendship.. she knows everything, everything apart from your once undercover relationship.

Lia

She knew from the beginning, she helped you in fact! Lia would watch as you, her dearest friend, edged closer and closer to your crush.

As she watched your crush take you in you in like some fish stuck on a hook with bait, she realised that you, her best friend for years, have finally found someone to love, that is, unless you break up of course, but who on earth likes negative thoughts like that?

Lia was also on a good page in Jisoos book, they had got on extremely well. She would often steal your girlfriend to go on shopping trips, leading to you having to struggle just to claim your girlfriend back.

"Lia, I've told you many times before, stop stealing what's mine~" you whine

"I don't see your name on her~" lia whines back

"..."

"...."

"Jisoo, we're going to get you a tattoo" you abruptly speak, running away with your girlfriend holding onto you as she laughs at the frustrated lia who's just standing there yelling at you both with huge bags in her hands.

Ryujin 

She'd be cool with it. Fullstop. Ryujin couldn't care less about who or what you date, as long as you're on good terms with her.

At first conversation she was holding back the feeling of admiration. The fact that you're dating a dancer from one of the most famous dance schools in Korea baffled her, in a good way. 

Doesn't help that she's been to that building many times before for dance practice videos.  

"You didn't tell me that your girlfriend works for 1million dance studio" Ryujin states with stars in her eyes

"I didn't think I'd need to… why?" You furrow your eyebrows, being confused at the look your best friend is giving you.

"It's just that I used to come here all the time before I was scouted, if you had told me earlier I would've loved to have met her sooner" Ryujin smiles lightly, memories of her dancing here coke to mind.

"O-okay? Weirdo?" You laugh as Ryujin shakes her head, glaring at you intensely.

"Excuse me?"

"Oh I'm sorry, can you not hear me down there?" She glares ten times harder, restricting herself from leaping onto you and tackling you to the hard flooring.

Chaeryeong 

Chaeryeong likes practically everyone so why wouldn't she like your girlfriend? Well, at least it seems that way. Chaeryeong couldn't help but be protective over you, even if there was nothing to worry about.

Chaeryeong has heard the tales of losing your best friend to this thing called love, to a partner that loves you as much as you love them, and that can be a lot of love sometimes.

"Please come with me" you drag Chaeryeong aside during a special event, finally having enough of her strange hate towards your partner.

"What are you doing? Why do you have some insane grudge on Minnie?" Chaeryeong has turned shy by now, not knowing what to say to get out of this.

"I just want to make sure that she's not trying to break your heart" sometimes her sweetness gets in the way.

"By trying to scare her off?" She shakes her head

"No, I just want to make sure you don't go through another rough break up" Chaeryeong wraps her arms around your torso "sorry if I've made you mad"

"Uh, guys?" Soojin enters the room a small smile on her face "Minnies leaving now, she doesn't feel too well"

At the end of the day, you are with Minnie and not Chaeryeong and so she shouldn't have a say in your love life, she understands that and that's why she stopped doing what she was doing in the first place..

Yuna

She took your words and placed them on the table like a deck of cards. She carefully studied your new girlfriend, ticking and crossing off certain boxes of qualities you said she had.

However, she ended up glaring at her most of the time. You're both still young and don't really get love all that much, that's why yuna isn't quite sure on whether or not she loves you…

"Heyo y/n" yuna slides up beside you, her back pressed against one of the gyms lockers. "Hello" she greets the girl that's latched onto your arm like a leech.

"Hello yuna" you smile,"what's up?"

"Not Ryujins height" she jokes, not knowing the girl she's talking about is right behind her. "Anyways, can we can hang out tonight?"

"That sounds fun, right baby?" Your girlfriend answers for you, a bystander that has no right to speak right now answers for you.

"I meant just me and y/n…" yuna pouts, looking at you for your response.

"I uh" your eyes dart back and forth between yuna and your girlfriend. "I can't tonight, maybe another day" 

your girlfriend bursts out with smiles and a small clap "now that this is over, can we leave now? It smells like sweat in here" 

"That's because this is a locker room? A gyms locker room…" yuna mumbles, watching as she drags you away, her heart beat feeling more faint in the moment.

[spookybreadstick]

Hello! Can I ask for a headcanon of Masky, Jeff, Toby, EJ and BEN with a witch s/o???

this was fun to write, although I wasn’t really sure on what type of witch (I know you have clarified that it’s a fictional witch, but there are many types of fictional witches) so I just made it pretty broad in order to accommodate for any type of fictional witch <3

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🎭 Masky/Tim 🎭

🎭 You'll have to tell him that you're a witch before you start dating so he'll have some time to process it. It can't be too early on, or you'll probably scare him off, but it'll have to be at a point in your friendship where you are quite close. He wants to hear it from your mouth, so don't let anyone else tell him before you do. (If he does know that you're a witch from the beginning, say the very first meeting, it'll be very hard to form a proper bond. He is distrustful of those who aren't exactly human, at least until he really gets to know them, so it'll be hard to get to know him well if he doesn't trust you).

🎭 After you tell Tim that you're a witch, he'll look at you long and hard for a moment, trying to gauge whether you're truly serious or if BEN/Toby put you up to this. He'll see it on your face that you're serious, and he'll excuse himself quickly.

🎭 Don't be discouraged by his rough reaction. He is a normal man, thrust into this unusual lifestyle where he is expected to deal with non-human/magical creatures, and it's a lot for him to handle. He will come to you when he's ready, which will either be several hours later or perhaps take a whole day.

🎭 When he comes to you, he won't apologize for how he reacted, he'll simply say: "Okay. So, you're a witch. What does that mean?" Reassure him that you're the same person you've always been, just with the power to do magic. This will allow him to relax and understand that nothing has changed, and he can still trust you. This trust will be the foundation your future romantic relationship is built on.

🎭 In your relationship, he'll often forget about your witchy powers.

🎭 He'll express frustration with something, perhaps a rash from itchy clothes, and then be surprised when you are able to fix it with magic.

🎭 Be warned, while Tim is supportive of you as his significant other, he doesn't exactly support your witchy side. As in, he's not going to ask you for spells, he'll stay a safe distance away from wherever you might conjure, and he'll always be at least a little bit uncomfortable with magic in the house (though the longer you're together, the more comfortable he'll be)

🎭 Note that Tim is a good significant other if you wish to have your "normal" attributes appreciated more than your witchy powers. He is the type of boyfriend to treat you as his a regular partner, not one that has powers. Some people might enjoy being accepted as somebody beyond their witch abilities, but some people might prefer to have their abilities noticed and celebrated in a relationship (in which case, presents a problem in this relationship).

🔪 Jeff🔪

🔪 Jeff doesn't care if you tell him/show him before or after you start dating.

🔪Like, he'd want to know but he wouldn't make a big deal out of it, unlike some other pastas. Jeff just figures that there's stuff he doesn't really want to talk about or make some big production out of, so he'll let you tell/show him whenever you're ready to.

🔪 If you tell him/show him your witchy powers before you start dating, he'll be like "hm. cool, i guess." but on the inside? He's totally freaking out. That's probably the defining point in which Jeff starts to develop a serious crush on you.

🔪 Like, you were cool before, but now that he knows you're a witch? 100 times cooler. (And if he knew you were a witch from your first meeting, that's when he starts to become interested in you. Plantonically at first, but then romantically).

🔪 If you tell him/show him your witchy powers after you start dating, he'll be more visibly excited about it.

🔪 He'll have lots of questions, but he won't pepper you with them because he doesn't want to come off as too clingy or questioning or whatever. But just know that whatever information you have to offer about being a witch, doing spells, casting magic, or whatever, he's totally interested in learning more.

🔪 Jeff's the kind of guy who will brag about you being a witch, if given the right opportunity. He doesn't bring it up that often (probably because he gets a little insecure in his own 'manliness' or whatever, because he knows you can overpower him) but if someone starts bragging about the abilities/achievements of their own significant other, he'll steal their spotlight by telling everyone what a strong and powerful witch you are.

🔪 Be warned that Jeff will also inevitably ask you for various spells, curses, and the like. You'll have to refuse most of his requests, because they're just not reasonable, but he takes it pretty well. There will be occasions though where you refuse him something he really wants and he'll get angry about it. Give him some time to cool off and he'll shift his focus to something else.

🔪 Note that Jeff will be jealous of your abilities, and also insecure about it so he'll tend to keep your witchy-ness under wraps unless it's to one-up somebody else or otherwise earn bragging points. This could be an issue for some people, but it's just how Jeff is

🪓 Toby 🪓

🪓 You'll have to tell Toby about being a witch before you start dating, otherwise he'll be hurt. Being a witch is a part of your identity, a part of who you are, and he wants to know all parts of you before you start dating because he wants to be able to date the real you (of course, he's very understanding of not wanting to discuss trauma, but for other things he does expect a potential partner to be honest about certain aspects of themselves. For example, he'd want his partner to say something like "i have chronic depression" before they start dating, he doesn't need to have an in-depth conversation about it, unless you feel totally comfortable, but he does want to know that before you date because it makes him feel like you trust him with this information and he just genuinely wants to know you well before being in a romantic relationship).

🪓 If you do show your powers/tell him about being a witch after you start dating, he'll be hurt. He'll need some space for a couple days just because he views not telling/showing him as not trusting him or perhaps purposefully withholding important information from him (which he does not like). But he'll come around, and then he'll be very excited to learn more about your abilities.

🪓 It's also worth noting that if Toby knows from the very beginning about you being a witch, he'll constantly want to hang out so you can show off your powers and he can ask you all sorts of questions. He doesn't mean to be rude or to come off as nosy, but his curiosity can be a bit much.

🪓 Anyway, Toby loves hearing anything that has to do with your witchy-ness and he adores seeing you show off your abilities. He'll brag to anyone about what a wonderful and powerful partner he has.

🪓 He'll also like to pepper you with questions about the limits of your powers, what you can and cannot do, how it all works, and what things can you do for him? Be warned about his curiosity because you might have to tell him to take it easy with the questions, because being bombarded with all sorts of personal questions about your identity and powers can be a lot all at once.

🪓 Toby would love to be involved in your magic in any way he can. He would love to receive enchanted objects, spells that are beneficial to him, curses/hexes placed on those who have upset him, etc. It makes him feel very loved to know that you care enough to include him in your magical happenings and that you'd spend your time & energy on making him happy.

🪓 Toby is a great partner for those who love to have their powers flaunted and fawned over. He's constantly in awe of his partner's abilities, and he's always hyping you up, which is nice if you're into having attention called to your powers.

🎮 BEN 🎮

🎮 BEN would be able to tell that you're a witch from your first meeting, due to him being a ghost he's hyper-aware of that sort of stuff. But, because he's a dumb-ass, he doesn't actually notice this until after a couple of meetings.

🎮 Once he realizes fully that you're a witch, he's immediately all over you about it.

🎮 BEN's not as bad as Toby, but he's still very curious and lacks some respect for certain boundaries.

🎮 BEN's just very excited, because he knows all about ghostly matters but nothing about witchy matters and he's curious about what you can do (and can he also do any of those things, because he's a ghost?)

🎮 BEN will want to spend a lot of time with you, to compare your powers and pester you for information on your abilities. This is where the romantic feelings will develop, due to the amount of time you'll be spending together.

🎮 Even before you start dating, BEN will want you to make things easier for him through using your magic. He's just lazy, and after you start dating, he'll only get whinier about it. He'll understand if you really put your foot down, but otherwise you'll just end up having to enchant the remote to always find its way back to him and other things like that.

🎮 BEN is somebody who is extremely proud of his partner's powers, and will happily show them off to anyone.

🤍 EJ 🤍

🤍 EJ will be able to sense that something is different about you from your first meeting, but he's got manners so he'll wait for you to reveal it yourself. (He won't begin a romantic relationship until you've told him, on your own terms, that you're a witch).

🤍 He's fine with you being a witch, it doesn't bother him in the slightest, but he wants to hear it from your mouth and in your own time. It's important to him.

🤍 EJ won't be comfortable talking about witchy stuff with you before you start dating, but he's down to discuss it after you're already going out.

🤍 In fact, you'll have many cozy dates at the beginning which consist of you just telling him everything about being a witch and what you can do. He loves hearing you talk about it, and getting to know all these personal things about you.

🤍 EJ doesn't see you being a witch as being a huge deal, so he doesn't use it as a point of pride or for bragging purposes. Not to say that he isn't amazed/proud of what you can do, but it just isn't really who he is to brag about stuff like that.

🤍 EJ won't ask you to do anything magical for him, he feels that it's crossing the line somehow, but he'll be very touched if you do anything magical for him as a gift. It makes him feel loved, and he'll get all blushy about it (which is super cute)

[managedmischiefs]

north//chapter twenty

genre: fluff, angst

warnings: mentions of canonical violence and deaths, lmk if I missed anything

word count: 4k

summary: Spencer is getting reacquainted with life outside of prison, and he gets a not-so-great phone call.

pairing: season twelve spencer reid x oc

please remember to comment, like, and reblog!!

AMELIA

Spencer and I managed to sleep through the entire day and the majority of the night. After all, the previous day was probably one of the most eventful of my entire life and it left me absolutely exhausted. I can't quite speak for Spencer because I'm sure he's had much longer days than yesterday, especially when he has been away for cases, but it was still stressful and way too long for both of us.

I wake up before Spencer as the sun starts to rise the next day, the sunlight pouring in through the opened window on the other side of the room. Before I even consider getting out of bed or looking at my phone, I look to my side to check on Spencer. He's sleeping soundly, his cheek pressed against his pillow and his hand on my side of the bed, no longer wrapped around mine. He looks absolutely angelic at this moment, his mouth hanging open and his body completely relaxed.

I promised Spencer that I'd be here for him and that I wouldn't leave the bed without him. I've never broken a promise to him before and I don't plan on starting now. So, moving as little as possible so I don't disturb him, I sit up against the headboard, reaching into my bedside table for my journal. I pop open the top and start furiously scribbling down everything I can remember from the last two or so days and how I feel about it, how excited I am to have Spencer home again, and how terrified I am to have Spencer home again.

I barely even notice it when Spencer starts squirming beside me, and my attention is only taken away from my journal when his hand grabs onto my thigh. I smile down at his suddenly tiny figure, finding that he's already looking up at me with a tired gaze.

"Good morning, love," I chirp, tossing my journal onto the floor and sinking back under the duvet in an attempt to absorb some of his radiating body heat. Since he already touched me and he's seemingly feeling okay in the morning sun, I let my hand stray and trail through his flat curls. "Did you sleep well? You didn't wake me up."

Spencer sucks his lips between his teeth, shrugging softly. "I woke up a few times. I just--" he wiggles his hips as he tries to come up with an excuse, "I didn't need to wake you up. I didn't need to bother you. Having you here was enough."

I bring my hand to the back of Spencer's neck, huffing with some slight annoyance, "You're not a bother. You never have and you never will be," Spencer just shrugs dismissively in response, and reaches his hands up to rub his eyes. Spencer has never been good at these kinds of conversations and I imagine he's far too tired to entertain a lecture about how important he is. So I make a mental note to bring this topic back up as I sit up and stretch. "Alright, well, do you want some breakfast? I can make us something to eat."

"Yeah, sure," he nods, ducking away from my grasp and quickly sliding out of bed, putting on a pair of shoes I hadn't realized he set up on his side of the bed.

I reach for a pair of sweatpants but when I look up to find Spencer frozen in his spot, staring at the bed, I drop the pants and sit up on my knees. The sheets are rustled and the duvet is in a heap under me, and he's very fixated on this. His arms are glued to his side but his fingers are twitching like he's dying to use them.

"Spence? Everything okay?" I ask gently, and like the other instances where he gets lost in a daydream, he doesn't react to me. "Spencer?" I call again in hopes of getting some sort of response. But his fingers just twitch and he takes a long, frustrated breath. "Talk to me," I don't know if pressing the issue will help, but if I don't at least try to get him to talk, then I'll never figure out what his issue is. "I just wanna help you, but I can't do that if you don't talk to me."

Spencer quickly covers his face with his hands, his breathing becoming labored and heavy, chest heaving. "The bed. It's the bed. It's-- I need-- it's the bed."

It looks like a bed to me. It's a messy bed, sure, but it's just a bed to me. I pause for a second to try to get my brain to match Spencer's. I try to see what he is seeing, but all I see is a bed that we just used for its intended purpose. It just needs to be made, that's all. I can't see into Spencer's brain so I have to resort to asking. "What about the bed?"

"I--" he drops his hands, balling them up into fists again, "The bed is supposed to be made. I need to make the bed. It needs to be made or else they're gonna come and I'll get in trouble. It-- the-- the bed needs to be made."

Oh, this poor baby. My heart aches for him. Not all of him made it out of that prison cell. Part of him is still there. He's not here with me. He didn't really come home.

"Spencer, you're not gonna get in trouble here. It's just me. It's just Lia," My voice shakes as I try to speak, my hands pressed to my cheeks to continuously wipe the tears that start to fall. "I'm never gonna yell at you or hurt you or get mad because you didn't make your bed. Dove, you can make the bed if you want to, but you don't have to. It's okay. I'm not gonna be mad. You won't get in trouble. It's just me."

Spencer stares at me, his eyes wide and his lips parted. His hands aren't twitching anymore but they're still reaching towards the bed. He doesn't say anything, he just stares at me in bewilderment.

I compose myself with a deep breath, wiping my cheeks quickly and climbing off the bed. "Dove, make the bed, please. I want you to do anything that makes you feel better. But if you choose not to, I'm not gonna be mad," I step towards Spencer, holding my hands out in front of me and not expecting him to grab them. "I'm gonna go downstairs and I'm gonna start cooking, and you come down when you're ready, okay?"

I give Spencer one more attempt at a convincing smile before turning and going downstairs. My first stop is to the living room, and I pop the record into the player that Spencer had put on yesterday. If it did something to comfort him yesterday, hopefully it will do the same today. I grab both of our phones and start cooking breakfast.

I mix batter for waffles in a bowl as I check my notifications, sifting through a whole load of texts. My groupchat with my friends has a couple hundred texts, starting off with lots of questions and concerns about Spencer from yesterday, asking if he's okay, if he's home, wondering how happy we are. I have other texts from Wendy and Mike, asking the same types of questions that my friends did. I send some quick responses to all of them and let them know that we're home, we slept for a very long time, and that I'll contact them later with more updates.

Spencer's quiet footsteps approach and I turn to face him, breathing a sigh of relief when I find he's not so worked up anymore. "I hope waffles are okay."

Once I've closed the waffle maker and let it start cooking, I glance over my shoulder to ee what Spencer is doing. He's sitting gingerly at the island, placing his elbows on the granite and eyes darting around the room. Honestly, I don't even know why he sat there. He absolutely hated sitting there and eating yesterday, and it made him have some sort of flashback. Maybe it's because he started off the morning with the prison-bed situation, and now the natural order of events in the day is to be transported right to prison-breakfast.

"Hey, bub, you don't have to sit at the table," I say casually, trying not to bring too much attention to it. "You didn't like that yesterday. But you seemed better when we sat on the floor so we can do that again, or we can go on the couch or the balcony." I don't even have time to see his reaction before the waffle maker beeps, and I have to whip around to pull the waffle out.

I can hear Spencer shuffling behind me, and then I feel his shoulder brushing against my leg as he slides down to the floor beside me. I put the waffle onto the plate and hand it down to him, then open the drawer above his head to grab a fork.

"Thank you," Spencer mumbles, catching my free hand in his and pressing his lips to the back of my hand. It's clearly a thank you for more than just handing him a fork, or making him breakfast, or sleeping with him, or showering with him, or anything of that. It's a thank you for being so patient with him, but I couldn't fathom not being there for him in the way he needs. I want to tell him that he doesn't need to thank me, but in his mind, it is something he needs to do, so I decide to let it happen for a while before I start to refuse his thanks.

The next week functions almost identical to this. Spencer is quiet, keeping to himself and eating his meals on the floor and making the bed perfectly in the morning, cleaning the bedroom floor every night, wearing a tee shirt to bed. I get just a few glimpses of the man he was, but not many.

Emily had called later that day to let Spencer know that the entire BAU was placed on a mandatory six week leave, but also that he had to be evaluated for reinstatement. A whole slew of people have to review Spencer's actions, have to interview him, have to test him to see if he's fit to return to work, and he didn't take this news well. He didn't talk to me for a hours and just curled up on the floor of the bedroom, staring out the window with the drawn-back curtains. I tried, for so long, to get him to talk to me, but he didn't budge and he didn't even look at me. So I just grabbed whatever book was inside his go-bag from the last case he went on and sat beside him, reading aloud in an attempt to bring him back down to earth. And when he did, he went off to shower and then straight to bed.

Spencer's work is his life and there's few things he loves more than his work. I know that he would be lost without the BAU and that he would have absolutely no clue what to do with his life if he couldn't keep working there. So hearing that there's a chance that he may not be reinstated to the BAU is absolutely crushing.

On the other end of the spectrum, the prospect of Spencer not being reinstated isn't all bad to me. In his line of work, there are always going to be enemies. There's always going to be another Cat and another Lindsay. He's always going to have guns pointed at him and bombs blowing up beside him and people wanting to kill him. If he's not reinstated, I get to have him home every morning and night and I won't stare at the wall at lunch with Jenna, wondering if Spencer has just been shot or if he has a knife to his neck. I know that he would absolutely hate not being reinstated, but it would save me so much heartache.

That's an incredibly selfish thought, I know. I'm happy and willing to strip Spencer of one of the things that makes him happiest in his life just so I can sleep at night. But all I've wanted from the moment I met him is for him to be safe and to be happy and if he's not chasing serial killers, I know that he will at least be safe. Happy? I can't help but imagine he wouldn't be.

After a tense week at home, I convince Spencer to let me take him back to his apartment. He insists that he doesn't want for stay there and would rather stay with me, even though I said I would stay at his apartment with him, but I'm happy to let him keep with me. I just want him to be happy.

So I drove him over to his apartment, picked up most of his clothes and whatever else he was needing, and he rounds up an entire duffle bag full of books that I'm sure he would read in just one day. But we collect whatever he could possibly need and shove it in my car, then go straight back to my apartment. I'm starting to get a little stir crazy, being trapped in my apartment, but Spencer doesn't want to go out anywhere yet and the last thing on my mind is forcing him into things he's uncomfortable with.

"So what do you wanna do today?" I unzip the bag full of books and start making a few small piles against the wall, glancing over my shoulder at Spencer. He shrugs gently, too distracted with picking a record to properly respond to my question. Sighing, I return my attention to the books.

The record turns on and this time, I recognize it to be a record full of Christmas music. We've been listening to nothing but Taylor Swift, Frank Sinatra, and Christmas music this past week, and while that's my favorite music and I have no problem with it, it's odd. Spencer never really listened to that music, whether we were together or not. He always managed to convince me to put on some cello concerto that wound up being fifteen minutes long. I thought he would rather listen to that and not Christmas music when it's almost the summer, but I haven't questioned this yet.

"Could we," Spencer starts speaking after a moment, tearing my attention from the books, "maybe watch a movie?"

It's the first time he's suggested anything like that. Honestly, it's one of the first times he's suggested that we do anything. He's just been staying quiet and following me around like a puppy dog, watching me attempt to draw in a sketchbook or watching me cook or watching me do the laundry. He's stuck to my side, even if he hasn't been touching me much. So now that he's suggesting that we do something, I'm not about to pass up this development.

"Yeah, of course. You can choose whatever you want. I'll be over there when I'm done," Spencer nods and turns his back to me, and I pick up my pace in emptying the books from the duffle bag. I don't want to lose this momentum of him, maybe, feeling just a little bit better.

Once I've stacked all the books, I fold up the duffle bag nicely and put it in a place where it won't bother Spencer, and then head into the living room. He's sitting on the couch with a DVD case in his lap, and he holds it out to me when I approach. Always a technophobe, he never goes near the DVD player and lets me do it.

"Polar Express?" I raise my eyebrows, but that's as far as my questioning goes. I pop the DVD out of the case and put it into the player, then grab the remote and press play.

I settle onto the couch with my favorite plaid blanket, draping it over my lap. As the movie starts and the title screen shows, I feel cold. I'm completely covered and under my trusty blanket, but I'm cold. Absolutely freezing. I pull the blanket tighter around me and when my temperature doesn't shift, I quickly realize where the cold is coming from.

Spencer and I are a very physical couple. Despite his aversion to touch, he never seemed to have the problem when it came to me. Especially when we watched movies, we were always touching. Legs, hands, shoulders and heads, laps and heads. There was always a connection, but now there's none. I'm left on my own couch cushion, not sharing Spencer's cushion and continuously pushing closer and closer until we're squished together. A shiver runs down my spine.

We watch the movie in silence for a little while, all the way up until the three main characters are singing a song at the back of the train. And while they're singing, I feel Spencer reaching over, grabbing the edge of the blanket, tugging it closer to him. "You can come closer," he tells me, looking up at me through his lashes, fingers grasping the fuzz of the blanket.

Happy to comply with this request, I scoot closer to him until our legs are touching. I think that's enough for now, but then Spencer slings his arm over my legs and tugs me closer until my knees collapse over his legs and I'm laying my head on his chest. It's a position that I'm so familiar with and I've been dying to be in, but he hasn't been up for lately. My body warms up. The shivers stop.

I completely melt into his embrace, pressing my ear against his chest to listen for the steady beat of his heart as I wrap my arm around his stomach. I let my eyelids flutter closed and relax into him. The movie isn't important anymore, at least not to me.

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SPENCER

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Today is a good day, one of the first I've actually had since being home since my prison release. I thought that actually leaving Amelia's apartment would make me nervous, but returning home wasn't as horrible as it seemed like it would be. For once, I'm feeling pretty good. I'm even feeling well enough to watch a movie and cuddle with Amelia on the couch, just like we used to do. She still can't creep up behind me or touch me without showing me her hands first and I still can't eat at a table, but it's an improvement. Albeit a tiny one, but it's there nonetheless.

By the time the movie is coming to an end, Amelia has slid down to rest her head on my lap, her curls sprawled out and her hands pulled up to her chin. She looks ridiculously adorable like this, and even though it's a sight that I've seen many times and I've committed to memory, I wish I could sit and stare at her forever.

But that plan is foiled when my phone starts buzzing on the coffee table. My first instinct is to look down to check that Amelia is still sleeping, and all she does is scrunch up her nose a bit before relaxing. Adorable.

I grab a pillow from beside me and slide it under her head when I slip out from under her. Thankfully, she doesn't notice and she doesn't wake up. Pleased with this, I grab my phone and rush onto the balcony. I don't have time to check who it is before I answer. "Reid."

"Hey, Reid," Rossi's voice comes through the phone. "How's it going?"

"It's-" I ponder my answer for a moment, double-checking that the door is closed as I sink into one of Amelia's adirondack chairs, "um, it's a good day today."

"Good, I'm glad. And I'm glad you've got Amelia to look after you. You've got a good one there. She really cares about you," Rossi says, and his words prompt me to turn and peer into the window at her sleeping form, curled up on the couch and holding the blanket to her chest. "Where-- uh-- where is she right now?"

"She's sleeping right now. I'm on the balcony," Honestly, this is already some of the most talking I've done in the last week and I'm exhausted. I'd rather be talking to Amelia, but Rossi called me for a reason, plus I know that Amelia needs to get some sleep. "Did you need something?"

"Yeah. I'm afraid I may need to bring your day down a bit," Rossi sighs, and my heart drops down to my feet. "I feel horrible calling you now, after everything you went through and while the BAU is on leave, but you need to know the situation."

I furrow my eyebrows, balling my free hand into a fist, digging my nails into my palm to give the pain somewhere to go. "What situation?"

"Damian Kelsey's signature popped up on two bodies in LA."

I didn't think that I would have to face a day where Damian Kelsey's signature reappears. I admit that I have stayed late at work many times just to look at Damian's case file and rememorize the details and try to predict what his next murder would have been all while ignoring the chilling family photos that contain my girlfriend as a horribly abused child.

And this is the worst possible time for this to happen. I can barely go a day without flashing back to prison or almost yelling at my amazing and patient girlfriend. How can I possibly tack on dealing with her serial killer father's signature resurfacing, all while trying to keep it a secret from her? It's nearly impossible. I thought that I could just take these stupid six weeks off to spend time with Amelia and try to rest comfortably, but I guess that's not possible.

"I'm heading to LA as we speak. I'm getting on a plane right now. And while we both know what his signature coming up again could mean, the good thing is that these are male victims and they're not surrogates for Amelia. I know that's what you're worried about. The other good thing is that this is across the country and obviously nowhere near Virginia. So--"

"Spencer?" Amelia's sweet voice comes from the balcony doors, the blanket disregarded on the couch and her hair messy on the top of her head.

"Gotta go," I mumble, hanging up my phone and tossing it aside, not even waiting to say goodbye to my coworker.

Amelia steps onto the balcony, her bare feet silent as she approaches me slowly, rubbing her eyes like a small child. "Everything okay?"

I reach my hands out for her and she smiles, placing her hands in mine and slowly sinking onto my lap, resting her head on my chest, similar to the position we had been in before. Amelia runs a hand over my chest and it takes everything in me not to let out a sound akin to a cat purring.

I just hold her tightly in my arms, probably the tightest I have since I saw her for the first time in the parking lot of my correctional facility. Rossi swears that Damian Kelsey won't come after Amelia but I just hold her tighter, as if that will protect her from the horrors of the world. I have a lot of holding to make up for from when I was gone, and I suppose that time starts now.

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[slashingdisneypasta]

Greasy Weasel x Reader || Oneshot

Title: Lottie

Notes:

Pay no mind to the title- its just an homage to the original piece this is inspired by/for, for my own happiness ^^

So this is an experiment XD I don't think I got Greasy's character quite right (Even if it IS supposed to build on what little info we have) but I like it... sorta... I like the first bit, anyway XD

Plot: Greasy has known you nearly your whole life (Since you were left on the Toon Patrol's doorstep, anyway, with a note that said you belonged to Smart Ass), he raised you- but what happens between the two of you when you return from the Navy 4 years after shipping off cannot be constituted as platonic, in any way.

Warnings: Age difference, Dads friend/Friends kid (NOT pedophilia, Reader is like 24 in this and there were no feelings from his end until now), possible sexual references (I mean its Greasy so what do you expect), etc.

Glaring over your salad, which you play irritated with with your fork, as you lean back in your chair. "Greasy can we talk, in the hallway?" The fury is coursing through you right now, like the goddamn Nile. Where does he even get off saying stuff like this? He is in no position...

He must- he m u s t detect the absolute blood lust in your eyes as he takes a break from leaning on Chase, to you. But look ashamed at all, he does not as he shrugs - but does not speak. A tell tale sign that he's just as, if not more frustrated in the moment and as such, is so not in the mood to get berated, - and gets out his seat; heading for the hallway.

You watch him go with glaring eyes, not moving an inch, before looking at the rest of the table including Chase and taking a breath. Calm down Y/N, keep the anger to yourself... until you talk to Greasy, at least.

"Sorry about this guys, and Dad... " Your gaze flickers the the hallways door and you hop out of your seat, itching to tear into Greasy for his behaviour tonight, and the past couple days actually. "I'll be right back."

You pass your father on your way out, sitting in a recliner chair with earmuffs over his head to block out his family for a while.

As soon as you reach Greasy at the end of the hall, your face twists into a total scowl; all inhibitions and constraints disappearing.

"What the hell is wrong with you!?"

"I do not know what you mean, bonita." He mumbles around his grit teeth, arms crossed and resistant. You clench your fists, totally frustrated. Bitter, spiteful, awful man!

"The hell you don't. What was all that!? You've been acting like this since I got home! If you didn't want me back here, then you could've just said it! Woulda hurt a hell of a lot less then this."

At least at that, his shoulders relax for a moment- but his expression does not soften. And neither does the steel in either his eyes or his voice when he yells back, throwing an arm out to express his anger. "It isn't that I didn't want you back home, Y/N, its that you brought some inválido, with you! I did not expect that, from you!"

"Chase is not invalid- " You gasp, horrified at the way Greasy is speaking. Where is all the disgust, coming from? Greasy isn't like this, normally... in fact, you don't think you've ever seen him this senselessly an ass. Why!? "And you say that like its some mortal sin! I brought a boy home, I didn't kill someone- which you would not have the high ground over, either!"

"This was supposed to be family time! You've been gone for years and the first nights you're back, its with some chico!? He must mean a maldito mucho to you for you to possibly think he's worth hanging around with us right now."

"First of all, he does mean a lot to me. He's my friend- " Under his hat, you see Greasy's eyes deeply roll- a huff coming out of him as he tightly crosses his arms again. Like yeah right- "No, no. He is. Shut up. And second of all- if you just wanted to be with family then you could have just said! That doesn't excuse your behaviour." You glare ferociously, waiting for the real reason. Is he drunk, or something?? Honest to god you are baffled by the way he's acting- he's usually cooler then this. Out of any of your father's gang, he was the one you never really had to worry about. His antics made you laugh- but this? This makes you want to cry. Or scream.

You've gone for the second option.

"He does not see you as just a friend." He mutters back petulantly, avoiding looking at you now; Pulling his fedora down more over his face.

"So what!?" Even if he does, why would that make Greasy so mad? You cross your own arms. "You aren't my father and its is not your job to protect my 'chastity', Greasy."

He suddenly goes quiet, though the wrath from before is still clear in way his jaw is clenched. "... I know I'm not your father... " He mutters.

Something about that phrase stumps you. Of course he knows, but why does he look so ashamed? You uncross your arms, and take a deep breath.

"... Okay." Your eyes flash, looking up at him again; Anger still not sated. "Then why are you acting insane and harassing my guest!?"

A growl rips out of him and he bumps the brim of his hat upwards so he can look at you again, right in the eye. "I told you, I don't like that you brought him into this house!- "

"That's not it!" Its not. He's acting crazy about a boy who's acting absolutely lovely and polite. Its not.

You just want him to tell you what it really is that you did. You don't want to keep fighting with him, not with Greasy. You want your silly, campy, perverted Greasy back. Not this rotten version in front of you right now.

"It is!"

You press your fists brattily to your hips. "Is not!"

He bares his teeth and leans forward. "Is!"

"Not!-"

And then all the tension comes to a head, and something absolutely mad happens.

The first thing that you notice is the smell of his stupid expensive perfume filling your nostrils and embracing you, then your your hands curled tightly around the lapels of his suit, and finally the feeling of warmth and tingliness all over your body.

Because you're kissing Greasy.

Your perverted Greasy, one of your fathers best friends, one of the men that raised you, your teenage crush. Your kissing him on the lips and he's slowly reciprocating, his mouth moving carefully, but purposefully against your as he moves his body closer.

But there's anger, too. Your teeth are going to ache when you pull back for pressing into the kiss too hard and the tips of your fingers will pang when you let go of him but not quite yet-

Two sets of lips part and Greasy does this thing with his tongue that tears a long overdue moan out of you, and immediately he rears back like he was burnt. And you're left standing there cold again, completely shocked.

And aroused.

But mainly shocked, because you never expected that to happen but it did and now what are you both going to do?

The air is absolutely silent as you both catch your breaths, from the kiss and also from the fight, and hope your hearts stop beating quite so erratically very soon so you can act normal.

Then, because you've waited for this for too long and the moment is too good to pass up, you step over and kiss him again.

And he kisses you back, like he's totally unable to help himself from kissing you.

All the frustrations and tensions of the past few weeks go into it oh my god- you never expected Greasy to be able to kiss totally well, but it certainly does the trick as it has you holding onto him like your life depends on it, chasing your own pleasure but also experimenting- trying to drag pleasant reactions from him. See what he likes, make him moan.

Between kisses, he mutters 'Cariño... ' warningly, carefully. Like he knows he should stop but you're too good.

When you both finally pull back again minutes later, you're both wide eyed again though far less shocked about your actions, then before.

More scared.

"Don't tell Dad."

___REWIND: A FEW DAYS AGO WHEN YOU GOT HOME___

"Guys!" You scream, the moment your eyes land on the familiar group at the docks, utter excitement fills you up and you almost want to cry as you drop your bags with your friend in order to rush over to your family and throw your arms around the first man you reach- Stupid. "I missed you. I missed you, I missed you so much!!" You squeeze him, the familiar soft, worn feel of his shirt rubbing on your face as you cant help but smile.

"Duhh, Y/N!! We brought you (Favourite snack)!" Stupid informs above you, but squeezes you back in a moment, a happy whine escaping him at having you back there with him. And your hugs.

"Ohhh," Now you really want to cry. You're so overwhelmingly happy to be home and to see them again- and they brought you food. "Now that's what I came home for... " You joke, giggling a little bit tearily before pulling back and almost running in to Psycho, who holds up the snack.

You just wrap him up in a quick, tight hug. As always he's the warmest- like a lizard who's been sitting out on a hot rock for hours.

Next you find your father standing expectantly for you, fake annoyed that you didn't come to him first. "Hey, kid. Yeah, I told 'em you'd be none-too happy to see us if we didn't have your damn food. But this is some reception, for a regular pack."

"Hey, Dad." Your voice comes out wobbly and weak but in a good way, as he takes you up in his skinny arms and pink suit holding your head the way fathers do; Like someone with a bat is coming up behind you but he doesn't want you to know and there's no way in hell, that you're about to get hurt on his watch. "I missed you so much."

He sighs, and grumbles something about feelings, before burning his head down into the hug. "I missed you more kiddo."

After you father curtly lets you go, nodding stiffly at you as if it would save him his tough guy reputation, your attention is stolen by a familiar rusty, painful sounding voice. "Hey there, chickadee. No hello for me?"

"Wheezy!" You exclaim, thrilled. He holds up his hands.

"I wont take it personal if you don't wanna a hug me- wouldn't wanna get all smelly."

You roll your eyes, grinning. "Whenever have I ever cared about that."

"Hm." He grins, and you too hug warmly for a moment then you pull back and greet the last of your boys.

"Bonita, its good to see you of course. Nice to see you got into such good shape over seas- almost as good as me." Greasy grins sharply, before you two collide excitedly, so happy to see each other again and you press a quick kiss to his cheek. You picked up the habit when you had a crush on him, in your teenage years. Now its just routine. Yours and Greasy's thing together.

You squeeze his arms one last time, before letting go. "Oh, guys- " Sniffling, all teary and happy, you hide your face and pull yourself together. "Ahh... I'm sorry." Greasy pats your shoulder, as they all chuckle at your show of emotion- not that they're doing hugely better. Psycho blows his nose into his sleeve, teary himself.

Your Dad, although honestly as happy and serene as he can possibly be, with his hands in his pockets and his little baby back, glances off to your luggage still laying amongst bustling travellers a few metres away and the corners of his lips tilt down. "Boys- go get Y/N's stuff. I don't want it gettin' stolen."

Finally, you pull yourself together. "I brought someone I want you to meet! My friend Chase, he's- he's only stopping off here before moving on to his home further inland. And I was hoping he could have dinner with us tonight? Just, cuz, you know, its both our first night back?"

Your Dad squints at the guy who looks like he's guarding our luggage, as Stupid and Wheezy go and collect it. "That green bean there?"

"He's talllllllllllllllllllll," Psycho comments, giggling as he judges Chase.

"Yep, him." You agree, hoping your father is okay with it. you would hate to leave Chase alone in his apartment the days before his flight. He needs a good, family cooked meal for his first night off the ship!

"Yeah I guess." Smart Ass sighs, shrugging and sighing. "I just got noise resistant headphones- I don't gotta communicate with no one."

You grin. "Thank you, Dad!"

"Whatever."

"A boy?" Greasy pipes up, curiously from beside you. You look over and find him sizing Chase up, then turns to you and smiles weakly- a pale imitation of a teasing smirk. "You brought home a handsome boy?"

Rolling your eyes, you pat him on the back before heading over to Chase; not thinking much at all of Greasy's comment of the odd look on his face. "One, he's a man." Greasy rolls his eyes. "And he's just a friend! Wait here guys, I'll bring him over!"

___Greasy's POV___

"Hmmm... a friend." I shake my head, crossing my arms as watch Y/N interact with this 'Chase'. She picks up one of his bags for him and flashes him one of her pretty smiles, and he watches her move on ahead of him back to us. Por supuesto. For sure.

I watch him as a nauseous feeling rolls in my gut. I know that watch. That is not a 'friend' watch. If he was but a friend, he would be more concerned about the loose wooden board he's standing on rather then the chica's behind.

Perhaps I should tell Smartass what that boy is looking at-

As they come over, the nauseous, grinding feeling in me just gets stronger and I decide against opening my mouth to speak. I'm afraid of whatever might come out- I've never been good at withholding my... feelings.

Its only when the boy catches up to her, and us, and he puts an arm over Y/N's shoulders as she introduces us, and I stiffen up like a wooden plank, that I identify the feeling.

Its something I certainly shouldn't be feeling.

Not about Y/N.

The boss will kill me.

Maybe I can ignore it. Wish it away. Its probably just that I haven't been with a woman in a while, now... Si, that must be it. I am desperate. I good night or two with a lovely lady and I'll be fine.

But then the boy kisses Y/N's cheek and I only just manage to swallow the growl that fights to be torn from the back of my throat at the sight, and I realise immediately that this is going to be more complicated then that.

Far more complicated.

"And this is Greasy! Greasy, Chase." Y/N introduces us brightly, presenting him like he's important and Chase good-naturedly offers his hand to me. All I see though is the devil.

"Nice to meet ya! Y/N's told me about you, I hope we can get along." He beams while I glower, not moving at all to take up his hand.

Oh I doubt that we will, 'Chase', I truly do.

"So Chika!" Promptly I turn to Y/N, a smile on my face as I slip between them and wrap an arm around Y/N, leading her up ahead of the others and especially him. "You haven't told us about your travels much- Psycho ate your last postcard. We have to discuss!"

She glances back, concernedly, at Chase but I just prod her to start talking.

Maybe I can right off these feelings as protectiveness... like I'm supposed to be. I watched this girl grow up and I want her to be happy! I'm like... a... father...

My stomach rolls at the idea, but I swallow the horror down. I have to.

[dragonbugsuperior]

Something that I've been meaning to say about Miraculous's "Rich Girls".............

Before I even go into this, All you Lila, Chloe, and Kagami stans out there I suggest to skip this post, leave disgusting comments and I'll block and report you because I'm saying it now, that I will be saying some things about Lila, Chloe, and Kagami that aren't really pretty. If you like their characters "Yay!" good for you,

Nobody cares. grow up

So........something has been on my mind lately and I would like to get it off my chest because it's just been stuck in my head and I think it's good if I do make some clear points that clearly people are missing in regards to the show's "rich girls". So Marinette.....has been going through alot this past season and people are saying stupid things like "Oh wE NEeD a NEw LAdyBUg!"

Or "oH MArINeTtE iS teRRiBlE At dOiNg heR jOB!"

Let's dive right into this

I'll start with Chloe first. Chloe bullied Marinette. She has for 7 whole fucking years. Marinette has done nothing to Chloe literally. She hasn't bullied her, talked about her, criticized her, she has done nothing to that girl. But oh! Chloe is some rich snobbish brat that thinks everyone below her should be treated less of a human than she is. Where was her mom when Chlow started to go to school with Marinette? Also Chloe's mom not playing a big part of her life doesn't excuse her terrible behavior and awful treatment she has given marinette and students at her school. Just because her mom is a total snob and shallow person doesn't mean Chloe has to be exactly like her. It's okay for Chloe to express sadness and frustration but what's not okay if for Chloe to lash out all her negativity on Marinette as if Marinette has done something to her. Her parents have really failed her and she has failed herself. She's so full of herself that I'm starting to believe she's delusional. Clinging onto Adrien 24/7 at school like their some type of couple is already mouth-gagging. Like girl, he is not some toy that is all yours and that you can just cling yourself onto. I'm glad Marinette calls her out on her bullshit and handles Chloe's ass and she's not afraid to do so.

And that tacky ass makeup really defeats the purpose because it's makes her look worser than her personality. Tired of these blonde stuck up popular rich girls that think they can just overrule people.

Treating everybody around her like her peasants is clichè mean girl shit. I'm willing to go as far as to say she's a fucking narcissist. Having excessive interest and admiration for herself and treating everybody around her like shit as if she's 10 times more important than they are when in reality she's nothing but a spoiled brat that's jealous because she knows Marinette is better than her.

2nd to last....Lila

Literally 'lie' is in her name. She lies her mouth off and thinks she's fooling every fucking body. Marinette knows damn well she's lying and tells her up to her face in Chameleon. I'm sorry but her lies are ridiculous and the class is so undeniably stupid for believing her bullshit. Yea she's another "spoiled rich girl" her mom is present in her life but we know nothing about her dad. Don't know what happened to him and I don't care to know what happened to him. I know one thing though. Just like in Chloe's case, her dad being absent doesn't make it "okay" for her to be a two-faced person who can pathologically lie to people for personal gain. That's disgusting and weak of a person. She literally frames Marinette and corners her in the bathroom to a wall and pushed herself down the steps to look like she's actually injured. Her fans can try to shed all the light they want on her character but that's never gonna erase all the terrible shit she's done. And once again! Marinette has done nothing to Lila and somehow Marinette is Lila's main target. She lied about her friendship with Ladybug just to impress a boy. Her negativity she's trying to pass onto Marinette isn't working because Marinette is strong and optimistic. I can't believe she had fans, cough looks like a knock-off version of Dora cough. She's so stupid she really thinks Adrien wants to be with someone like her. A liar and manipulative bitch. lol

Kagami.......

"But Jen she's only been a character since season-

Yea I already know how long she's been in the show but that doesn't mean that I'm going to get her the benefit of the doubt. First time she met Marinette she treated her terribly as if Marinette did anything to her. Then again, people like to claim she's from a strict household so that gives her an excuse when it really doesn't. Secondly Kagami in general seems phony, Marinette is trying to be her friend and give up on Adrien just for her!!! and so she can grow as a person!!!!! Kagami chose Adrien over Marinette while Marinette gave up Adrien just so Kagami can have him. Seems like the only reason Kagami really wants to be friends with Marinette is because of Adrien. But let's not get into that.... In Animeastro she acted like she had a problem Marinette was talking to Adrien. I just don't get her at all. One minute she wants to be Marinette's friend (which I believe is completely fake) and then the next she's glaring daggers at her as if she did anything to her.

I don't even want to fucking hear "Oh but Jenny, Marinette didn't confes- SHUT. THE. FUCK. UP. Marinette has tried time after time to confess she's always getting interrupted. Kagami thinks of Adrien like some prize to win all for herself after only knowing him for not too long. Give me a break then she's the one who got akumatized over a fucking picture instead of asking Adrien "hey, what's this?" She got salty and got akumatized. In Frozer, Adrien told her that he had feelings for someone else, she jumped to conclusions and thought it was fucking Marinette and suggested him to "switch targets" he told her he wouldn't and she still pushes him to literally kissing him and then getting mad because he rejected it. Girl! Did he not fucking say that he has feelings for another girl and he won't be switching targets. She's really that desperate that she's telling Adrien to get over that other girl, and she's so fucking desperate she tried to kiss him then got mad when he didn't kiss her back. Let's not forget she literally cut out the fencing class picture and left Adrien and herself out. Then she gave us a little "insight" on how she views Adrien in Oni-Chan. "Image of Perfection" she likes Adrien because he's perfect? That's funny. Because for 1, he's not nobody is and for 2 that's a stupid reason to like somebody. Let's not also forget when she literally lied in Miracle Queen about the villain attacking people in love. She knows Adrien likes somebody else so why is she trying so hard to push into being with her? Desperate much? "We're so alike" and Kagami really believes their soulmates? She should just shut the fuck up. She sounds stupid as fuck. How are you "soulmates" with someone you just met not too long ago. Bless her delusional soul. After he rejected her kiss and only knowing him for 2 seasons. Liiiiike......are you that desperate for a boy. I can't wait to see her reaction to when Adrien dates Marinette. Lmao

It's so funny how all these girls think Adrien's theirs when in reality Marinette is his true soulmate and is gonna end up with him in the end. Adrienette is literally endgame. There's no need for people like Chloe, Lila, and Kagami to get on the way of that. It's also funny how people like to claim Marinette as the possessive one when all these rich spoiled brats have gotten akumatized over him, cling onto him like he's some coat rack, and go out their way to make Marinette feel terrible. And marinette has given Adrien up. The only real clear reason I can see the 3 of them act bitchy towards marinette without a reason would be because they're jealous and don't have the best lives at home and wish to be like marinette.

If I'm not mistaken who's the one that got bullied for 7 years straight and tries her very best to be strong? Who's the one that literally got sexually harassed by Felix? Who's the one who has anxiety? Who's the one who has pressure and responsibilities hunched all over their shoulders? Who's the one that has go around every fucking day to save their city? Oh okay. Everybody always wants to talk about how tough they are without actually going through some real shit. Because I don't recall Lila, Chloe or Kagami going through any of these things while treating Marinette like shit. Kagami is the one that lied to Adrien, Kagami is the one that treated Marinette like crap, Kagami is the one that pushed Adrien after he said he had feelings for someone else /this b*tch didn't even wait/, Kagami is the one that is acting like Lila and Chloe. Let Marinette act like how Kagami did, I'm pretty sure she would've got bashed.

Once they go through all that bullshit then we can chit chat until then, they don't know what struggle is. Spoiled ass brats who clearly don't deserve Adrien because they're immature. They think Adrien's "theirs" they pushed themselves on him as if they can't live without him and they do sneaky shit in order to be with him. Lila and Kagami have clearly showed they would lie to get with him and Chloe does too. Marinette has the courage to let Adrien go, I'm pretty sure if the shoe was on the other foot Kagami would never let Adrien go.

And before people go around saying how it's their parents fault they act do toxically and immature (bc ppl like to give them excuses for their "mommy and daddy" issues) it's really not. Yes, it's partially their parents because they raised them but they also have a big role for their actions. No body is responsible for making Chloe, Lila, or Kagami a better person. No body. Stop putting the blame all on their parents because it's not just the parents I'm pretty sure Tomoe didn't teach Kagami to "lie" in order to get with a boy. Kagami chose to lie to Adrien in Miracle Queen with her own free will. Nobody said "lie to Adrien" Kagami lied that's her fault Nobody told Chloe to bully and belittle Marinette, Audrey is very shallow and brat-like but I don't recall her ever saying "Chloe bully Marinette" Nobody told Lila to constantly lie and manipulate people hell, her mom doesn't even know she's doing it! None of their parents are responsible for certain shit they do so stop pretending like their innocent kids that have horrible parents. I don't have time to analyze if Kagami is like Chloe and Lila or not because I know she is like them she acts just like them. Treats marinette like crap but acts different when Adrien's around. Simple. I tried to give her character a chance in Oni-Chan but after hearing how she views Adrien and how she acted in Miracle Queen I hated her even more than I did before.

Truth be told, Chloe, Lila, nor Kagami are nothing without Adrien. If we're really gonna go there. Their just some pointless characters that want to get in the way of things and can't stay in their places. Marinette made this show, she's the center of the plot, without her their is no Chloe, without her there is no Lila, without her there is no Kagami.

Call me absent-minded but I see alot of jealous hoes and I'm not with that shit at all. Sorry not sorry

[one-boring-person]

Only Traitors Consort With The Damned. (Part Two.)

The Lost Boys x reader

Warnings: blood imagery, injury, mention of death.

Context: The reader helps out Paul with his little problem, and tries to figure out what another Hunter is doing in Santa Carla.

A/N: I know there has been quite a gap between this and the last part, but I think I'm gonna try and get a new part out every Sunday, so that I have time for requests, school work and other fics. I apologise if this is a bit short 💛💛

Masterlist.

Yet another strangled whine of pain escapes the shirtless vampire propped against the fountain before me, his slick blood already coating my hands generously after only five minutes of working the barbed splinters of wood from his muscular abdomen, the tweezers slipping in my grasp as I pull at one of the more deeply lodged pieces. Dimly, I am aware of the others watching me work, Marko biting his thumb so hard the skin has probaby broken by now, Dwayne silently eyeing my every move from his position beside David, whose face is etched with anger and frustration. Thankfully, I'm pretty sure there aren't that many left, maybe one or two, meaning that the vampire's discomfort should soon be over, something which I can tell will be gratefully appreciated.

Finally, the splinter I'm working at comes free, drawing yet another hiss of pain from Paul, whose head falls back against the fountain with a thud, blue eyes squeezed tightly shut as the wound starts to stitch itself closed, his natural healing ability kicking in pretty quickly. I drop the piece if wood on the floor beside me and wipe the tweezers clean on my shirt, seeing as it is already covered in blood, trying to pat away some of the crimson substance from the vampire's skin as I go, locating the next couple of places I need to pick clean. Biting my lip, I place a hand beside the wound and use two fingers to gently pry it apart, inserting the tweezers as I find the end of the splinter, clamping down on it even as Paul moans again, blood oozing out of the incision as I start to pull. This one eases out pretty smoothly, leaving only one more that needs removing, one which is right beside where his heart is.

"One more." I reassure him, cleaning the tweezers again before leaning forwards and inserting them into the hole in his skin, trying not to prod around too much as I search for the offending splinter, swiftly locating it and going to try and pull it out. Instantly, the tweezers slip off, the small piece of wooden shrapnel barbed and stuck in the flesh, meaning it'll be much harder to remove. Gritting my teeth, I carefully pull the hole open further, trying not to wince as Paul's hand instinctively comes up to grip my wrist, nearly crushing the bones there as he tries to get me to stop, his grasp only tightening as I finally manage to yank it free, one last cry of agony escaping him as he relaxes back against the fountain, nearly sobbing in relief. Sitting back on my heels, I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding, shaking my hair from my face as I wipe my hands on my shirt, slowly standing up from my kneeling position.

"All done, they should heal now." I say to him, turning to the others with a grim smile, knowing that my appearance is not the most impressive, what with my hands being covered in blood and all.

"Thank you, (Y/n). I don't honestly know what we would've done." Dwayne thanks me, smiling gratefully to me as he goes to help Paul up, Marlo going to aid him in that as the tall vampire continues to whine to himself.

"I don't know, pulling splinters out with tweezers is not the most technical thing in the world, is it?" I point out, watching as they help Paul to his feet and over to a sofa, where they give him back his shirt and jacket.

"No, but still. You didn't need to help us, so thank you." David speaks up, looking at me in earnest as he adjusts his gloves, body still tense.

"It's no problem, just don't tell my boss." I reply, grimacing at the last part, being able to imagine his face if he found out already.

"We won't." The platinum blonde smirks, lifting an eyebrow at me, well aware that what I'm doing could get me hunted to my death if I was ever caught.

Smiling at him, I look to the entrance of the cave, noting the lightness of the sky outside with a sigh, knowing I'll have to return home now, so I can deal with the Hunter tied to my floor. The vampires seem to realise this, too, all of them quickly saying goodbye as I make my excuses, leaving the cave with the tweezers slipped into my pocket, my jacket pulled tightly around me as I start the long walk home, thinking up a story to tell the man in question. It shouldn't be too hard - I can make something up about him being attacked, and then found by me a little while later, somehow left alive by the vampire. I iron out all the details as I trek through the forest, enjoying the slightly cooler temperature of the early morning, glad now that I live in a more natural area, rather than the lousy motel I was required to stay in before. With my head in the clouds, it doesn't take me as long as I thought it would to reach the ramshackle shed, the sounds of someone calling out from inside already audible from my position behind the tree line to its left. The Hunter must be awake.

Sighing, I go over to the door and unlock it, swiftly finding the Hunter on the floor when I've done so, his rugged face twisted into a scowl of annoyance, only for it to turn into an expression of confusion as he takes in my appearance, his legs pulled up to his chest in a defensive gesture, ready to kick out at me if I provoke him to do so.

"Thank God you're awake! I thought you might've passed in your sleep!" I sigh out, starting the charade immediately, smiling at him as I close the door behind me, making sure to show him the insignia on my shoulder as I turn.

"Who are you? How did I get here? And why the hell am I chained to the floor?" He growls out, clearly not too pleased with the situation. I frown at his reaction, as if annoyed that he's rejecting my "hospitality".

"I'm (Y/n), an SRS Hunter like you, and I dragged you here after you got attacked by vampires in the dunes. You're chained to the floor because I don't trust you not to steal from me and then run off." I inform him, going to the table and replacing the tweezers, "Now, you'd better not prove to be like that anyway, or I'll report you to a superior officer, and we all know how that will end. You should be thanking me, I saved your life after all."

At this, he looks up at me in surprise, sitting forwards slightly as I bend to untie him, rubbing his wrists gently as he climbs back to his feet, revealing his height to me - he stands a good head above me. Smiling tightly, I offer him my hand, only to realise it's covered in blood, swiftly withdrawing it with a soft apology.

"Why are you so...bloodied?" The Hunter asks me, watching as I go to the bucket of water in the corner, rinsing my hands and arms in the icy depths, "I'm Archer, by the way."

"I spent the rest of the night chasing down your attackers. I got them in the end, but they put up one hell of a fight." I explain, lying through my teeth as I straighten again, drying my hands on a cloth nearby, "Do you mind just stepping out as I change?"

With a nod, he leaves the shack, going to stand outside as I hastily remove my filthy shirt and trousers, replacing them with clean ones as I grab my jacket again, inspecting the damage, noting that it isn't too bad overall. Relacing my boots back up, I take a cereal bar from the small cupboard in the corner and go out to see if Archer is still there, glad to find him sitting on the log outside. As I exit, he looks over to me, watching as I walk over to where he is, smiling and thanking me as he accepts the cereal bar from me, carefully unwrapping it and eating it.

"So tell me, why did you come to Santa Carla?" I break the silence, looking over at him as he shrugs.

"I was told to by one of the superiors, someone called Elijah, I think. He said he wanted someone to come and check on the Hunter over here." He chews his food before continuing, "At least now I know who that Hunter is."

"Yeah, I guess." I muse, troubled by his words. Elijah is an old friend, I never knew he'd become a superior whilst I was away. But the fact that he wants to check on me? That doesn't bode too well for me.

"I just got a bit caught up with some vampires that were on that attraction thing, the Broadwalk or something." Archer says, finishing up the food.

"The Boardwalk." I correct him, smirking a bit at his attitude, finding him quite pleasant to be around, "You think you're gonna stay?"

"Nah, I don't like it here. It's too small and weird for me. I'll go back to New Orleans and say you're doing fine, I reckon they'll be ok with that." He assures me, looking around at the surroundings.

"Yeah, I'm sure. Do you want me to show you back into town?" I offer, eating my own cereal bar quickly, standing and going to the door of the shack, closing it and drawing the chain across in order to lock it.

"Yeah, that'd be great, thanks."

Smiling, I gesture for him to follow me, leading him the quickest way possible back into town, glad that he's not looking into my residence too much.

A week passes before I receive the one thing I've been dreading, Archer's recount of events apparently not quite satisfactory.

A letter from the SRS, announcing the date of a visit from a senior officer, the situation here apparently needing assessment. When I find this, I try my best not to panic too much, knowing full well that I'm at risk of being found out.

Part Three.