#you just have to hide in a cupboard in your hotel room and wait for rescue !!

[franklyn-newt]

Delayed starting my day by four hours cause I had to watch a four hour review of an impossibly expensive Star Wars themed hotel that got shut down in under two years

[atths--twice]

Had an ask for a happy story during these moments we might not be feeling so happy. So… 💙💙

For the Moment

Her house out of commission, Scully receives an offer she can’t disregard.

2018

“Hey.”

“Hey, yourself,” Scully said, turning to smile at Mulder as he came out of the diner.

“So, what are your plans for the rest of the day?”

“My plans?” she asked with a chuckle. “Well, I was thinking of going home, taking a bath, maybe reading a book… oh wait… I can’t. What with the explosion at my place and all.”

“Huh… well…” he said, taking the keys from his pocket. “I suppose you could, but I think it might be awkward doing that, what with the group of men working there at the moment.”

“I don’t know,” she said, walking toward the car. “It would be nice to have admirers.”

“Hmm,” he hummed, his arm brushing against hers. “Never knew you to be an exhibitionist.” She tried to hide her smile, but failed miserably.

“Pretty sure I’d stay covered up. Although, all those men…” He scoffed and she smiled again, bumping his arm lightly. “What are your plans?”

“I have none. I’m free as a bird.”

“Must be nice,” she said, catching his eye as she walked around the back of the car toward the passenger door. When she heard the click of it unlocking, she opened the door and got inside.

“It is nice,” he said, getting in beside her.

“Hmm,” she hummed, putting on her seatbelt.

“You know,” he said, putting his seatbelt on as well. “You packed a bag as you can’t go back there for a few days.”

“I do know.”

“You don’t have a hotel booked.”

“Oh yeah, thanks for the reminder,” she said, unlocking her phone and opening her search engine. “I could find a place now.”

“Well, now,” he said, putting his hand over the screen and pushing her phone down gently. “That wasn’t what I was thinking.”

“No?” she asked, knowing full well what he had meant.

“I was simply stating,” he said, taking her phone and locking it before setting it in the cup holder. “Your bag is packed and in the back of this car. You mentioned taking a bath. Maybe reading a book.”

“I did,” she said, nodding slowly.

“I… well…” He turned his hands palms up and shrugged, giving her a lopsided smile. “You don’t need a hotel when all of those amenities are at our… my… place. Plus free use of all areas of the house and food.”

“You have food? Because last time I was there, all that was in the fridge was orange juice, iced tea, and condiments. I don’t know about the cupboards.”

“We could stop and get some things. Whatever you’d like, no charge to you.”

“Hmm,” she hummed, tapping a finger to her chin. “No charge for food. No charge for the room. And access to all areas of the house… this is sounding like a pretty deluxe deal.”

“It is.”

“Do you have WiFi?”

“The best WiFi,” he said with a grin.

“Chocolates on the pillow?”

“If that’s what you would like, I’ll speak to the manager.” He nodded, still grinning.

“I don’t think I can pass this up.”

“I don’t think you should.”

“Are there other patrons?”

“No,” he said, shaking his head, his fingers gently tapping the top of her thigh. “Just me.”

“Hmm,” she hummed, glancing at his lips and then looking back into his eyes. “So it’s a two bedroom?”

“It is, but…” He let out a gentle sigh, his fingers now swirling gently against her thigh. “The choice will be yours where you want to sleep.”

“I’ll take it,” she whispered. His swirling fingers paused and then he was squeezing her leg softly as he nodded. “I mean, the house is going to be expensive to repair, so getting freebies where I can will be helpful.”

“It will,” he agreed, moving his hand, but she caught it.

“And I’ll take whichever bed is the biggest.”

“What if that’s my bed? Or the one I sleep in, I mean?” he asked, their fingers intertwining.

“I’d be okay with that.” She smiled and he smiled back, squeezing her fingers gently.

“Okay,” he whispered before letting go of her hand to start the car. “Good.”

“Mmhmm,” she hummed, turning her head to look out the window.

They stopped at the store for some food and she smiled as she saw him add a bottle of the bubble bath she liked as well as some individually wrapped chocolates. He winked as he paid the bill and she smiled as she shook her head.

At the house, he made a show of letting her enter first, informing her of the amenities offered. She just smiled and nodded, falling further in love with him.

He put her bag in their bedroom, glancing at her with questions in his eyes. She nodded, running a hand down his arm and squeezing his forearm.

“I’ll go get the bubble bath if you’d like to take a bath now.”

“I’d like that,” she said, looking around the room that had not changed since she had left.

“Be right back,” he said and she nodded as he walked out of the room.

Choosing to not dwell in the past, she entered the bathroom and turned the water on to begin filling the tub. When it was at the desired temperature, she placed the plug and dried her hands on her pants.

“Hey,” he said, walking back into the room and handing her the bottle of bubble bath. “Here you go. Come down whenever you’re ready.”

“Thank you,” she said, holding his gaze as their fingers brushed.

“Yeah,” he said softly with a nod. “Enjoy your bath.”

“I will.”

He nodded again and turned to leave. Turning back around, he stepped closer to her and placed a hand on her cheek.

“Thank you for deciding to come here instead of going to a hotel.”

“It’s for the amenities,” she whispered and he laughed through his nose as he nodded again.

His thumb stroked her cheek as her eyes fell to his lips once more. He stepped one step closer and she drew in a deep breath.

“I’m glad they were to your satisfaction,” he whispered, his lips pressing to hers so softly it made her ache. She opened her mouth, but he kept the kiss chaste, leaving her stumbling forward as he stepped back with a smile. “See you soon.”

“Yeah,” she breathed, licking her lips and tasting his kiss. He smiled and turned around, closing the door behind him. She shook her head and drew in a deep breath. “Hoo boy.”

After her bath, she dressed in yoga pants and a long sleeved shirt. She brushed her hair and wrapped it up in a towel, leaving the bedroom to go find him.

He was on the couch, watching a movie they had watched at least ten times. Sitting down, she put a pillow against his leg and then laid down. He placed a blanket over her and rubbed a hand up and down her arm.

“Feeling better?”

“Hmm,” she hummed, closing her eyes as she suddenly felt exhausted. “Much.”

“Good.”

She woke up sometime later to the sound of Mulder snoring. She smiled and closed her eyes as the scent and sounds of home filled her senses.

Not moving until he woke up, they got up together and made a late lunch, eating it on the porch. They did not speak much, happy in the silence.

She perused the library of books they had collected over the years and picked a favorite, sitting in one of the room's overstuffed chairs.

“Oh, that’s a good one. Read it to me,” Mulder said, coming into the room a few minutes later and sitting in the other chair.

And so she did, both of them laughing at the more humorous bits.

Dinner was forgotten as neither felt hungry. Instead they decided to go to bed early, the previous evening finally catching up to them.

He took a shower as she brushed her teeth and applied her nighttime face lotion, the familiarity of it not lost on her.

Walking out to the bed, she smiled at the sight of the single, golden wrapped, chocolate lying on her pillow. Glancing at him, he winked as she laughed quietly.

“Only the best for our patrons,” he said and she laughed again.

“I’ll enjoy it tomorrow,” she said, moving it to the nightstand as she pulled the covers back and got into bed.

He shifted beside her, his arm going around her and pulling her to him. She closed her eyes, letting his scent wash over her.

“I’m sorry your fancy house blew up,” he said softly, his fingers running gently over her stomach.

“How sorry?”

“At the moment?” he asked, pulling her closer. “Not too sorry.”

“Hmm,” she hummed with a chuckle.

“I love you,” he whispered and she froze, the words so simple and easily spoken. “I know that we’re not-”

“No,” she whispered, turning over and placing a hand on his cheek. “Not tonight.”

He moved his hand from her hip and covered her hand on his cheek.

“Not tonight,” he agreed.

“No,” she confirmed. He smiled and she let out a breath. “I love you too. So very much.”

Her thumb brushed across his lips and he kissed it tenderly. She moved closer and pressed her forehead to his as they both drew in a deep breath and released it.

And for the moment, it was enough.

[mommymccabe]

Gotcha Baby

Pairing: Caitlin Foord x reader

Summary: Your girlfriend and sister prank you, you get them back.

Word count: 1200+

Warnings: suggestive themes at the end, kissing, swearing, ‘injury’, i think that’s it

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A loud scream is heard by Steph and Mini who were standing in the hall way of the hotel. The scream originated from father down the hall, and was followed by laughing, a door slamming open and a hysterical Caitlin and Mackenzie bolting past two Matildas.

'Caitlin Jade Foord! Mackenzie Elizabeth Arnold!' You screamed out as you chased them out of your hotel room and down the hall.

'Uh oh' Steph whispers

'Get your asses back here. You're dead!'

'What the fuck happened??' Sam asked Steph, having been alerted by the chaos.

'No idea, but she's mad' Steph shot Sam a worried look.

Not even a minute later you walk back past them and back into your hotel room before slamming the door shut.

Sam, Steph and Mini walked down the hall in the direction you came from only to see Caitlin and Macca peaking out of Alannah and Macca's room.

'Is she gone?' Cait whispers

'Yes. Now what did you do to her?' Mini asks in an annoyed tone.

Mackenzie falls to the floor laughing again while Caitlin holds herself up on the door frame, laughing just as much.

'We had masks, and she had just woken up, and as she went to get out of bed, Macca jumped out from under the bed, and I jumped out of the cupboard! Oh my gosh mate it was funny as fuck, she flew!' Caitlin managed to wheeze out.

Sam can't help but laugh along with them as Steph and Mini do a better job of hiding their amusement.

'You two are awful. Poor girl was probably shitting herself' Sam says still laughing.

The thought making the two pranksters laugh even harder, Mackenzie now rolling on the ground trying to breath while Caitlin sinks to her knees with tears in her eyes.

'Ohhh she's gonna hate me' Caitlin whispers out before pulling herself together and helping Macca up.

'I think she already does' Mini days before cracking a smile and walking towards the common room, the rest following behind closely.

As you sit in your hotel room fuming, you start planning your revenge but put it on hold and decide to pretend like nothing happened, despite how mad you were at your girlfriend and sister.

You get dressed after a quick shower and head into the common room in search of your teammates.

As you walk through the doors, most heads turn to you and everyone greets you as you walk straight over to Kyra and Charlie, ignoring Caitlin and Mackenzie.

'We heard about your fun morning, you alright?' Kyra asked with a smirk.

You simply shot her a glare and rolled your eyes.

'They're assholes and I'm gonna get them back, wanna help?' you ask the two girls with a cheeky smile. They both quickly agree, loving a good prank.

'Okay so I was thinking....'

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Later that night, after the team meeting and dinner, you all head off to your rooms. Right before leaving the dinning room, you tell Caitlin and Mckenzie you want to see them outside your's and Caitlin's room, before walking away. The pair weren't really scared, more glad you had actually spoke to them after a day of silent treatment.

So they waited a bit before following the direction you left in. As they rounded a corner on the journey back to the room, they came across a sobbing you on the floor clutching your ankle.

'Fuck baby what happened?' Caitlin asked as she rushed to your side.

'I tripped. Fuck man, my fucking ankle' you cry out and roll onto your back.

'Can you put pressure on it, do you want me to carry you to medical?' Your sister asks as she moves to your side, laying a hand on your shoulder and the other on your good leg.

'I can't move Macca it hurts so much.' you sob out and throw your arm across your face.

'Oh baby, i'm sorry but we need to move you, you need to be checked out.' Caitlin tries to convince you to let them help you move.

As they are both focussed on you and your potentially career threatening injury, they don't see or hear the two pairs of footsteps creeping up behind them.

You laying on the ground, can see Kyra and Charlie and have to move your arm across your mouth to cover the rising smile. You scrunch your face up dramatically as well, covering all bases before watching as the two masked youngsters, arrive directly behind the two victims before grabbing them by the shoulders and yelling. You watch as the two previously worried looking women scream and throw themselves across the floor, landing somewhere behind you.

‘Ha! You two just disappeared!’ You laugh as you roll on the floor.

You can hear Kyra and Char laughing their asses off and you turn to high five them both and laugh with them.

You roll onto your hands and knees and make eye contact with a confused and annoyed looking Caitlin and Macca.

‘You weren’t even hurt! Asshole! I was so worried puddin’ Caitlin mumbles out before rubbing her face with her hands.

‘You deserve it darling.’ you say with a cheeky smile before getting and and offering them both a hand up.

Mckenzie grabs your hand, allowing you to help her up before she shoves you away with a shake of her head and a small smile.

‘Don’t do that again mate’ she mumbles

‘Says you! I wake up to a demon waiting under my bed and in my cupboard, I thought I was dead!’ You reply

‘Yeah well we definitely won’t be doing that again if this is the result’ Cait says as she stands up and wraps an arm around you waist.

‘You do and your sleeping on the couch pretty girl’ You tell her before placing a gentle kiss on her lips before turning and walking away with Kyra and Charlie.

As soon as you are out of ear shot, Macca turns to Caitlin and says;

‘I actually thought she was gonna die. She’s a pretty good actor. But fuck did that scare the shit outta me’

‘She was so convincing! I thought she broke her ankle. Gotta admit it was a good plan. Kyra and Charls were so quiet too’ Caitlin responds with a laugh before following in your direction back towards the rooms.

After saying goodbye to Mackenzie and anyone else she could, she walks into your shared room and spots you laying in bed on your phone.

‘You, missy, are a very good actor’ she says before walking over to the end of the bed and crawling on top of you.

‘Why thank you darling, i’m glad you enjoyed my plan’ you smile up at her and wrap your arms around her lower back pulling her on top of you.

‘Hmm enjoy is not the word I would use’ she mumbles then leans down to kiss you passionately.

You moan into her mouth, her response being a roll of her hips into yours. You pull away to breath as she starts kissing down your neck. You wrap your arms around her waist before flipping her onto her back, you settled comfortably onto of her.

‘How bout I give you something to enjoy sweetheart’ you whisper against her lips before she smashes your lips together.

‘Fuck yes’ she mumbled between kisses, lost in the feeling of your lips and hands roaming her body.

You smirk against her neck and reply;

‘Only if your good for me though, right baby girl?’

You enjoy watching as your girlfriends eyes change as she fully relaxes, ready to please you in any way she can.

This will definitely be enjoyable, you think to yourself.

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an: been awhile, i apologise. gonna try and write more often. enjoy! might do a part 2 lemme know if u want one :)

[suckinitup]

HIII BELOVED MUTUAL <3 hmmm fic title….. i will use one of my own bc i would love 2 see how you would interpret the title “brutal” completely removed from the fic’s context :3 sniles sneetly

There's three eggs left.

Mark listens to Ashe bustle around his room as he cracks the eggs into the pan. There's a bandage on the edge of his palm, same colour as his wraps, and he's careful not to contaminate it with any of the egg. He'd have to change it, then, and it's been two weeks since he's actually gotten the chance to sit down and have an uninterrupted breakfast with his fucking kid. The eggs mock him as they slip into the pan, one, two, three, but he doesn't have to worry about the slice Jaguar gave him so he considers that a win.

The music cranks on in the other room. Mark doesn't smile, but there's something nice about being able to recognize the song.

The eggs are fucking annoying him. His back is fucking annoying him. He took three goddamn painkillers the second he woke up and he's so tense he still almost zapped the lights out when he came into the kitchen this morning. Three fucking eggs, two hungry mouths.

Mark grabs two plates from the cupboard, sets them out as he hears Ashe migrate from his bedroom to the bathroom. He's humming, half singing, and a distant clatter lets Mark know that the kid is probably dancing, too. It's a good morning.

It's not going to be a good evening. Three fucking hits, two of them under such heavy security they might as well be under loco and key. It's the kind of job Mark wants to take a week to do. It's the kind of job Overlord knows he can do in an hour. It's going to hurt. He's already booked a hotel for tonight, stocked it with whatever he might need for recovery. Shitty to leave Ashe alone again. Safer to do it anyway.

Mark knows it's time to start plating up when the kid gets quiet. The music switches off, and the footsteps lighten. Ashe appears like a wraith in the kitchen doorway. Mark glances back as though just noticing him.

"...Morning," Ashe offers. He trudges into the kitchen, past Mark and towards the cabinet to grab a cup. There's tension in him. Mark has never seen the kid without tension, except that one year before he took out Ladybug and he had to install those fucking cameras.

"Morning," Mark answers. He slips two eggs onto a plate, drops a fork onto it, and pushes it over to Ashe. The movement strains his shoulder. Stupid fucking painkillers. "There's yours."

"Not hungry?" Ashe asks, like he fucking knows how to be casual. He hides himself away in the fridge too long, but Mark knows that the orange juice is literally right in front of his face.

"Nope," Mark answers anyway. He slides the egg onto his own plate, then pushes the pan away from the burner. He sits down without giving any explanation. Ashe expects it now. He finally grabs the orange juice and pours himself a glass. He drinks it all down in one go. Mark waits for him to pour a second glass. He takes his first bite to egg in the meantime, then occupies himself by cutting it up into smaller pieces with the edge of his fork. He got fucking bored sometimes too, okay. So sue him if he'd figured out the least efficient way to cut his fucking eggs. When Ashe sits down, Mark asks him, "Grades still okay?"

Ashe says, "Yup." He doesn't look Mark in the eye.

Mark says, "Good."

They eat in silence. The painkillers still haven't kicked in. Mark is putting more focus than he should fucking have to to not turn his fork into a shitty fucking lightning rod.

Ashe asks, "What happened to your hand?"

Mark turns his hand so the bandage is hidden again. "It's none of your goddamn business. Eat your eggs."

Ashe snaps his mouth shut and his teeth click. Mark makes a mental note about the dentist. Ashe glares at him, but Mark stares back (and it's not a glare, but it's not nice) and Ashe looks back down to his food.

He eats quick. Two eggs down the gullet of a growing boy, and then he's up and out of the room. "Don't slam your—" Mark calls out, but he's interrupted by the sound of the door slamming into its frame. Anything else he could have said is drowned out by the sound of Ashe's music. It's louder than before, and a song that Mark doesn't recognize.

Mark stares at Ashe's empty plate across from him. He finishes his egg in three bites, and singes the edge of his fork when it sparks.

Domesticity, he thinks. The plates clatter almost as loudly as Ashe's music when he drops them in the sink. The cut on his hand fucking stings with his hand movements when starts scrubbing with the sponge, and then he's distracted by how he'll have to be careful later tonight so it won't fuck up his aim.

He doesn't see Ashe again for three days.

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HEY WHISKEG HEY WHISKEY HIIIIIIIIII ywah so winters family torment nexus. Of course. This turned into a whole scene instead of a snippet but the whole fucking deal of the fic would be the focused on the winters dynamic—specifically how marks a great caretaker but STRUGGLES to dad and how it fucks with ashe and he SEES it fuck with ashe (because of course it's all from his pov) and he's got the power in the relationship and he never fixes it. he doesn't know how. just a whole lil character study into their bullshit :3 but especially a character study into ashe and how he copes with shit and the way his expectations would change over the years and mark struggling to be a parent without revealing ashe's existence to some REALLY. reallt scary people!!! AND fuckin remembering to get groceries and take out the teash and do the dishes at the same time!! Just the kinda fic overall that makes you go oh.. situation sucks :< ... brutal. hehehehe

[unscrupulousartist]

hellerby fic, part 4/10

28 March 1929

By far, his favourite part of being back at the Lackadaisy was the ability to work in the main office—Atlas’ office—again. Nothing had truly changed, beyond a gathering of clutter, the disgraceful state of the books, and a little updating of colour. At some point, Mitzy had changed the curtains and chairs, but she was considerate enough to leave Mordecai’s little desk exactly as it had been.

It was there Mitzi found him holed up, long past the popular hours of the cafe but only just breaking into the Lackadaisy’s first act.

“Here you are, sugar,” Mitzi tutted at him as she meandered across the room to the main desk. “You planning on hiding up here all night?”

“You underestimate the work required to bring all this—” he picked up the corner of a page, pulling and letting it flutter back into place. “—into some semblance of order.”

“That’s all fine and good, sweetheart, but have you forgotten the date?”

He had. Frowning, he checked the calendar and worked out where he was in the complicated itinerary. “Ah—of course.”

“You gonna come celebrate?” Mitzi asked. She leaned behind the main desk to open a cupboard, and retrieved a large album.

“I suppose I must,” he sighed, rubbing his nose. 

“That’s the spirit,” Mitzi smiled at him. Album under her arm, she helped him straighten his tie and vetoed his choice of jacket. They argued for a couple minutes, but in the end she stole the article of clothing and threw it out the window.

“That was hardly necessary,” he glared at her.

“I’ll buy you a new one,” she demurred. Taking him by the arm, she tugged him towards the stairs. “Is it so much to ask for you to relax, even just one night out of the year?”

“I prefer to save my celebrations for when they are earned,” said Mordecai. “Being born does not fit that bill.”

“Birthdays aren’t about earning things, sugar,” Mitzi tutted. “It’s about being celebrated.”

“I can hardly wait,” he drawled.

Together they navigated the hidden entrance of the Lackadaisy Speakeasy, exchanging small pleasantries with a shuddering Horatio. The club itself was quiet for a Thursday—after sorting their unfortunate business with the Marigold Hotel the Lackadaisy hadn’t reached the same level of patronage as its glory days, but that didn’t explain the low lighting or the calm music coming from the stage. Mitzi led him to a cluster of plush chairs around a low table, where Ivy sat with Viktor and some of the band.

“Here he is,” Mitzi pushed him at an empty seat. “The Birthday Boy.”

Squealing, Ivy leaned forward to pour a measure of rum into a tumbler. “It’s been forever since we sat down for your birthday, Mordecai.”

“Yes, well, let's get this over with.” he sighed, but took a moment to appreciate the near symmetry of the seating plan. Until Mitzi sat on the arm of Zib’s chair, offsetting the balance. 

Still standing, he heard a familiar voice call out from the backrooms. It sent a shiver down his spine, tail quivering. “We’ve returned, with merry bounty!”

“Thou speak’st alright,” Rocky exposited as he toed out of his shoes and unbuttoned his shirt. “I am that merry wanderer of the night!”

“Stop it,” Mordecai said around a rare smile. Listing, he leaned against the car to untie his lonely left shoe. “Before I change my mind.”

“I jest to Oberon,” Rocky gestured to him, hands faltering and voice lowering in performance. “—and make him smile, when I—a fat and bean-fed horse—” He stopped abruptly, laughing, when Mordecai tossed the shoe at him. Rocky’s arms waved in defense, swatting the offending weapon away. “—beguile! Neighing in likeness of a filly foal! And sometimes—” he fell back half a step, and shrugged out of his shirt. He continued in a calmer tone, brows quirking with suggestion. “Sometimes lurk I in a gossip’s bowl, in very likeness of a roasted crab—”

He found he was still in possession of Rocky’s flask, and fumbled with the cap. “If you tell anyone about this, I’ll kill you.” He brought the drink to his lips.

“Rocky, sweetheart!” Mitzi called. “I told you, you didn’t need to get anything.”

Taking a deep breath, Mordecai lowered himself into his prescribed seat and reached for his tumbler of rum. He took a sip and kept it close.

“Yes!” Rocky called, coming closer. Him and Freckle carried a case between them, which they brought to the table. “But you also said—” he let his side of the case drop with a thunk, leaving Freckle to scramble with the other end. “—that tonight was a special celebration! Only, where are the frollickers?” Frowning, Rocky looked around the rest of the sleepy bar, where only a few dozen folk laughed and swayed alongside piano music. “I’m starting to think you’re teasing me, Ms M.”

Mordecai rubbed at a sudden twinge at his temple.

“Perhaps I’ve cast you wrong,” Rocky tilted his head. “Or picked the wrong group of players to liken you with. But, though I love a tragedy, the scenes I require—”

“Drink your elixir—” Mordecai lobbed the still-open flask. A splash of liquid caught ambient light, and Rocky jumped to catch it. “—and come here.”

“I suppose we can ad lib—”

“Rocky!” Ivy kicked at his shins, then pulled on Freckle’s sleeve.

“It’s Mordecai’s birthday, sugar,” Mitzi explained.

“Birthday?” Rocky blinked, and turned to look at Mordecai.

“We’re gonna play some poker and laugh about old times,” Mitzi patted the album she still carried. “If you think you can sit still, you’re welcome to join us. Otherwise, it might be better if you hopped up on stage to keep the other guests entertained.”

Rocky’s tail twitched, low and frantic by his ankles, as excitement seemed to roll off of him. His hands came up, but he kept himself composed. “The stillness might be a problem.”

“Come on, Rocky,” Freckle pulled on Rocky’s elbow; and was in turn tugged by Ivy. The two cousins piled around the same chair as the young lady, Freckle in her lap and Rocky at her feet.

Mordecai’s ears pressed back, and he sipped his rum.

“Who’s dealing?” Zib asked, and Sy produced a deck of cards.

“Pictures first!” Ivy demanded. “Before you get too drunk to tell the stories.”

“I don’t think we’re in any danger of that,” Mitzi snickered. “Rocky, sweetheart, move this crate.”

“Of course, Ms M,” Rocky laughed, and tugged on the case. When it barely moved, Freckle leaned to hook the end and hauled it right into his cousin’s lap. “Oof! Here we are!” the musician pried off the lid. “Perhaps we should lighten this load…”

Mitzi spread the album on the table, and Ivy shifted to get a better view. “What did you bring us, sugar?” Mitzi asked.

“Whiskey and Spirits,” Rocky sang. One by one, he removed the bottles and began placing them in a random pattern on the floor. It took Mordecai a moment to recognize a sort of wavy starburst in the line of lids, and another moment to realize he was staring.

Meanwhile, Mitzi had already flipped through the first couple of pages of the album, pointing out early photos and newspaper clippings from his years shadowing Atlas, while Sy dealt the first hand.

“Look at those shirt sleeves,” Zib snickered into Mitzi’s side.

“From when he dressed in Atlas’ hand-me-downs,” Mitzi teased, fluttering her lashes at Mordecai.

“I’ve grown up since then,” he argued, flat. 

“You wear your laurels well, sweetheart,” Mitzi winked at him and turned the page.

He rolled his eyes.

“What’s that!” Ivy pointed.

“Hm?” Mitzi perked, then laughed as she saw what had caught Ivy’s attention. “Oh, that was Rocky’s first night performing—” Mordecai tensed, and Rocky looked up from the now-empty crate. “—I’m pretty sure Atlas had already taken you home.”

“Where’d your shoe go!?” Ivy laughed, looking at Mordecai with a grin.

Frowning, he sat up to take a better look, then felt a flush wash over his face. 

“What did you say this was again?” Mordecai asked, closing one eye to try and peer into the flask. He thought he felt something plucking at his foot, but a floaty sense of wonder kept him distracted.

“A mushroom tea, mulled with spirits,” said Rocky. "Would you like some more?"

The photo showed himself and Rocky, huddled together beneath one of the Lackadaisy’s taller tables. Mordecai had slumped against the table post, both his feet in Rocky’s lap—indeed, one shoe already missing—and a flask clutched with both hands. Together they peered up at the camera flash, four eyes nearly black with dilation.

“Gone,” Mordecai answered—referring to the missing shoe. “I never found it.”

“Rocky hid it in the piano,” Zib explained.

“What?” Mordecai blinked at him.

"It might still be in the green room," Mitzi added.

“Strange,” Rocky hummed. “I’d convinced myself that was a dream.”

Ivy planted a hand on Rocky’s head, forcing him to duck as she leaned closer to the album. “How come no one told me about this?” She pouted at Mitzi and Viktor.

“There was nothing to tell,” Mordecai snipped. 

“He just doesn’t wanna remember puking in his favourite ficus,” Mitzi joked.

“Or valk of shame, next day,” Viktor added.

“It wasn’t a walk of shame,” Mordecai glared at him. “I simply… wanted to enjoy the sunrise, and got a little lost.”

Freckle looked between the active participants of the conversation as Ivy vibrated beside him. “I think I remember that!” she shouted.

“I doubt it,” Mordecai lied. 

“No, Miss Mitzi brought me ‘round to Viktor's, ‘cause she knew if you called anyone you’d call him—”

“Which he did," Mitzi nodded.

"—and we picked you up, uh—"

"Halfvay to the Missouri," Viktor supplied.

Ivy snapped her fingers. "Yes! Then we—"

"Went to the country club for brunch, yes," Mordecai glared at her, then Mitzi. "Are we through with this portion of the celebrations? I could be getting work done."

"Sorry, Sourpuss," Zib gathered his cards—prompting the rest of the party to do the same—and sat back in his chair. "Sometimes it's nice to remember you as something other than a Murderous Psychopath."

"I'm also an accountant," said Mordecai. 

Mitzi snorted.

"As I said," Zib shrugged. "A Psychopath."

"What about you, Rocky?" Ivy interrupted, ruffling the fur between Rocky’s ears. "Got anything to say about stealing Mordecai's shoe?"

"Ah?" His voice pitched a little too high, and he glanced at Mordecai before twisting to look up at Ivy. "I recall it was something of a joke—but I must confess to misremembering."

"A joke?" Ivy frowned at him.

Zib and Mitzi both broke into snickers. 

"Yes," Rocky scratched the back of his head and inched away from Ivy. "I think—it was, eventually, explained to me that I was the instrument of the joke," he snuck a peek at Mitzi, then shrugged and pulled a familiar flask from his jacket. "Something about Ol' Serious Face never letting loose?"

"We told him he wasn't officially in the band until he drank our Mordecai under the table," Mitzi elaborated. "And it was devilishly fun to be taken so literally."

"Oi—" Zib snapped his fingers at Rocky and pointed at his flask. "Is that what I think it is?"

"Perhaps," Rocky took a sip. "What do you think it is?"

"Your infamous tea?"

"It is."

"Gimme, gimme—" Zib made grabby hands, and Rocky closed the flask before tossing it to him. His aim was off, and it bounced in Mitzi's lap.

"Tea?" Ivy asked.

Flinching, Freckle wrapped an arm around her shoulders. "It's, uh—"

"An Elixir to see Other Worlds," Rocky exposed, spreading his arms wide. "Hark! And we can go anon; to see the wings of Oberon."

"Can I try?" Ivy asked.

Viktor and Mordecai both shouted, "no!"

Rocky snickered and bit his lip.

"It ain't so bad," Zib defended, taking a sip.

Mitzi took the flask next. "Dipping a little toe in can be fun."

"Just don't drink as much as Rocky," Freckle agreed.

It was Ivy’s turn to make grabby hands. The flask was passed around the circle, skipping Viktor and coming back again to Rocky. The musician laughed and took another glug, then grinned at Mordecai. "How now, spirit? Wither wander you?" 

Brows drawing together, Mordecai frowned. "What?"

Snickering, Rocky held up the infamous tea, within arms reach. "How serious is Ol' Serious Face today? Or would you be tempted to imbibe?" 

"No—" Mordecai's nose twitched, and he caught an earthy fragrance from the flask.

Time seemed to slow to an agonizing crawl as he tilted a little too far and slipped from the seat. His feet, not properly braced, pushed on the base of the chair, furthering his upset. His arms, asymmetrical, pinwheeled until he landed in Rocky’s lap.

The musician laughed.

"Ow," Mordecai deadpanned. His knee stung, but the rest of him felt fine.

"You were saying?"

"About what?"

"About the elixir not working."

"It's not working," he repeated, pushing against Rocky’s chest to right himself. Overhead, the Lackadaisy's lights seemed a little extra sparkly, and he swayed to his own seat on the ground. "That was a coincidence."

"Silly me," Rocky took another swig.

Then Mordecai stole the flask, and held it under his nose to sniff.

"—I'd rather not," Mordecai continued. "Someone has to retain control of their senses."

"That's what Viktor's for," Ivy giggled.

"Are we playing?" Mordecai deflected, taking his first proper note of his cards.

There was some semblance of fanfare for most of a dozen rounds, each player betting with nickels and dimes, before the revelers started to fade. Ivy dropped out first, losing attention to instead pull the old album into her lap to leaf through. This also incapacitated Freckle, who curled into her side and closed his eyes to nod along and mumble into her ear. Then Sy slipped onto the ground to idly twitch while Mitzi and Zib stumbled to the dance floor.

Finally, Viktor threw down his cards—three aces—and stood up. "Time to take children home."

"Good luck," said Mordecai. He folded against the side of his chair to watch as Viktor edged around the table, stepped over Sy, and loomed over Ivy and Freckle.

"Up," he took them each by an arm and dragged them upright.

"Hey!" Ivy squeaked, the album falling from her lap.

Freckle blinked and smiled at Viktor. "You're nice."

"Very kind," Viktor drawled. He steered them both away, toward the garage, several feet before he had to scoop a faltering Freckle. Ivy managed on her own.

Turned away to observe the spectacle, Mordecai felt, rather than saw, a figure creep up to the edge of his chair. Sighing, he twirled the remnants of ice in his glass before shifting. And sure enough, Rocky peered, starry eyed, over the edge of the arm rest.

A glance showed no one else paying particular attention. "What is it?" Mordecai asked.

"You aren't feeling murderous, are you?" Asked Rocky. His fingers drummed across the edge of the furniture, claws catching. "It's hard to tell."

Mordecai's brow twitched. "And if I were?"

"Then I'd ask who it was you felt like murdering," said Rocky. His tail twitched, wavering back and forth. 

Sighing, Mordecai found he hadn't the energy to be much more than tired. "I'm not feeling murderous."

"Oh good," Rocky grinned and bit his lip, then propped his chin on the armrest. "I feared I'd upset Oberon, by bringing up his wayward con."

"No riddles, please," Mordecai clicked his tongue. Then he took a closer look across Rocky’s face—he'd eventually tell himself it was due to the musician's physical proximity, and nothing else—to take in his, admittedly, pleasing features. The only real drawback was the one knick in his left ear, the rest was nearly symmetrical. Including a faint scar, just wide enough to be hinted at beneath Rocky’s fur; a silver straight line down the center of his brow. Without meaning to, Mordecai brought a finger up to trace it.

Rocky tensed, dilated eyes crossing to try and follow the movement.

"No one told me how you got this," said Mordecai. He had some memory of the stitches, and of the weeks it took the wound to settle. But—

"Ah, well, no one likes the stories from when you were with the Marigold," Rocky surmised with a small shrug. Though his tail movements changed—to long, steady swishes—he seemed determined to stay still beneath the ministrations. His ears flattened to the side, his eyes squinting.

Huddled together in the back seat of the borrowed car, Rocky shuddered as Mordecai pet the length of his spine. "Ah—" he huffed, and nestled close to Mordecai's chest. Then he licked at Mordecai's neck, teeth tugging at the spots where the fur transitioned from black to white.

Mordecai pulled away. 

Shoulders slumping, Rocky blinked up at him.

Mordecai cleared his throat and looked around, but no one noticed their exchange. "Seems the festivities are over, I should get back to work."

"Right," Rocky laughed, but the sound seemed strangled. "Well, Happy Birthday, Mr Serious Face."

Eyes half lidded, Mordecai indulged in one more motion and brought a hand to rake his claws properly through Rocky’s fur. The musician purred as Mordecai scratched around one ear, then ruffled the fur, much like Ivy had, before standing. Rocky listed in place, falling back to sit on the floor and stare up at Mordecai.

"Thank you, Mr Rickaby," Mordecai said formally. He chose to busy himself with straightening his vest, his glasses, his tie, anything other than absorb whatever expression Rocky maintained. "Goodnight." And he left.

He was almost halfway across the room, somewhat away from the other patrons who were preoccupied mostly with the bar and dance floor, before Rocky called a reply. "Never harm! Nor spell! Nor charm!" Singing, his voice carried, and Mordecai tensed but kept moving. "Come our lovely lady nigh! So, goodnight, with lullaby!"

[helpimhyperfixating]

Help! - Jotaro x Reader P2

Where you get turned into a wolf by an enemy Stand user.

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4

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Word Count: 4420

Jotaro had left about ten minutes ago for the supermarket. Neither of you really knew what was and wasn’t okay for you to eat and so he decided to just go and buy steak. Maybe not the most conventional of breakfasts, but it would hopefully do the trick.

You were left behind in the room while he did so, for you both knew there was no way Jotaro would be able to smuggle you back up again, lest he get kicked out of the hotel completely.

After making sure you were alright and putting the ‘do not disturb’ sign up, he had closed the door and now here you sat in the bedroom, having put your snout under the curtains so you could look outside at the hustle and bustle of daily life in Morioh.

Of course you just had to have transformed into a wolf. You couldn’t be dog, or a puppy, no, no, it had to be a gigantic wolf.

The uses of this particular Stand still baffled you. You wondered what the benefit of transfiguring your enemy into an animal would be but when you tried summoning your Stand earlier, you found yourself unable to do so. So maybe, it was specifically effective against Stand users. But then again, transforming into a wolf all of a sudden had left you pretty disoriented and defenseless.

No matter how strange or dumb it may seem on first glance, never underestimate a Stand ability.

You huffed a little as your thoughts raced, your head mindlessly following the cars that drove by when you weren’t people watching.

The click of a door suddenly sounded and you wiggled your head out from underneath the curtain, tripling over to the bedroom doorway so you could look into the main room and see Jotaro.

Only, you didn’t see Jotaro.

In the doorway now stood a cleaning lady. You immediately dropped down low, crawling backwards back into the bedroom before frantically looking around. She somehow must have missed the ‘do not disturb’ sign Jotaro put up, or purposely ignored it. Either way, she was in the room and you had to hide somewhere.

As fast as you could, you ran behind the bed, lowering down as much as you could before crawling under it. Your back bumped into the bed and you cringed, hoping the lady didn’t hear it.

You were slightly panting as you heard her shuffle about in the main room and you tried to get your breath under control, worried about all the noise it was creating.

The woman then entered the bedroom and your heart rate spiked. With every step she took, you shuffled a little more towards the wall, trying to use the noises she made to mask the noises you were inevitably making. After a little bit you had finally reached the wall and you pressed yourself completely against it, now practically boxed in between the wall and nightstands, shrouded in the shadow and just silently waiting under the bed.

And just in time as well, since the cleaning lady took that moment to bend down and look under the bed.

Her gaze turned left and right for a second but not far, only really glancing under the frame before she concluded there was nothing there and stood up.

She walked away over to the cupboard and, while you wanted to release the breath you were holding, you didn’t.

The sound of the cupboard opening and the cleaning lady humming reached your ears and you turned one of them in her direction so you could hear better. Some steps sounded as she walked back into he main room and a few seconds later you heard the phone horn in the room being picked up. The lady punched in a number and a few dials later it was picked up on the other side.

“Hello? Yes, I am in that room but there is no sign of a dog or big wolf here. ...No, I understand. Yes I checked everything. Can I continue on my schedule now? This room is not scheduled to be cleaned until this afternoon and whatever guest was here explicitly put up the do-not-disturb sign.”

There was a small silence as the person on the other line seemed to be talking but soon the lady piped up again.

“...No I do not care. Listen, young man, I have worked at this hotel for over twenty years, a whole lot longer than you have, and I have a system. Next to having common decency as well. Instead of making me sneak around, why don’t you just ask the customer when they get back? ...aha? Well, I need to get back to work, bye.”

With that, the cleaning lady hung up the phone before quietly grumbling to herself about asshole management these days and grabbing her cart. You listened to the squeak of the wheels as she shuffled back towards the door of the room, pausing for one second to presumably look back into it before walking out completely and shutting the door behind her, turning the lock and leaving, leaving you alone once more.

- - - -

Jotaro sighed as he walked back into the room. Going up, he had gotten the most vile glare from one of the employees, presumably someone from management. He assumed the boy from last night had indeed informed his manager but why this guy was glaring at him was a mystery to Jotaro. Not that he cared much of course.

“Y/N, I’m back.” He called out into the hotel room as he closed the door behind him, locking it before stepping further inside, putting the grocery bag on the kitchen counter before looking around. There was no sign of his friendly-wolf-wife and his brows furrowed a bit. “Y/N?” He spoke as he walked towards the door leading to the bedroom - since he didn’t see her in the main room.

As he stepped in however, he was met with a marvellous sight. Your head was sticking out from under the bed, front paws as well, trying to drag yourself out but failing.

You were stuck.

“Yare yare, what on earth are you doing?” Jotaro sighed and you sadly looked up at him.

You had stayed under the bed just in case someone else came into the room but when you heard it was Jotaro, you had tried to get out, only to find you couldn’t.

Heartbreaking whines left your throat and Jotaro sighed again, rubbing the back of his neck. He was already done with today. “Alright, hang on.” He stepped towards the bed and put his hands on the underside, lifting the thing with only a little bit of effort and allowing you to escape its deadly clutches.

“Why were you under there?”

You opened your jaw but then closed it again, having absolutely not a single clue how you were going to explain it. Jotaro seemed to notice and just grumbled for a second, motioning you to follow not a moment after.

You gingerly followed in his steps as he walked to the kitchenette, pulling out the steak from the grocery bag while getting bacon and eggs for himself.

Not knowing what else to do, you just sat down about two meters away from him - trying to stay out of his way yet close by - and let your husband get to work making breakfast.

The moment he took the steak out of the plastic, the smell hit you and you practically started salivating. Jotaro noticed your ears perk up in happiness from the corner of his eye and smirked a little to himself, happy that it turned out to be a good idea.

Just to be on the safe side, he cooked the steak, adding no spice or other flavours, just letting it simmer while he worked on his own eggs and bacon.

It wasn’t too long before it was all done and Jotaro took his time to cut the steak into edible chunks for you, putting it on a plate once it was cut nicely. Needing some room, he put it on the table behind him before going to plate his own food.

As he did however, your nose and hunger got the best of you - cause that steak just smelled so good - and you cautiously walked over to the table. It was way too high and you couldn’t even see the plate, but that wasn’t going to stop you.

You got onto your hind legs, putting your front paws on the table as you were finally able to see the plate, and leaned towards it but just then, Jotaro turned around and quickly grabbed the scruff of your neck, holding you back from putting your face in the food.

“No, don’t eat standing up.” He scolded and slightly pulled you back despite you trying to still lean forward to eat it. “Y/N, for God’s sake, don’t.” Jotaro grunted when you tried to pull forward again but his words had no use, with you continuing to pull and tug in an attempt to go forward.

Genuinely feeling strain in his arm from you, Jotaro suddenly tugged on your scruff a little more roughly.

“Y/N!” That seemed to snap you back into the here and now and you shook your head, no longer fighting Jotaro and gingerly putting your front paws down on the floor again.

Cautiously, Jotaro let go of your scruff, still hovering his hand over it for a few seconds until he was sure you wouldn’t lunge for the food again. His eyes were a little narrowed and he picked up your plate, you eyeing it all the way as he walked over to the couch and coffee table.

“Just sit in front of this, we’ll eat here.” Jotaro spoke and you nodded, walking past him and sitting down. He stopped right behind you but didn’t put the plate down yet. “Did you do that on purpose just now?”

Tilting your head to look back at him, you shook your head no guiltily, making Jotaro click his tongue. You didn’t know what came over you and the both of you had the same thought: ‘were there more effects to this Stand than just changing appearance?’

It was no use discussing it now though and Jotaro placed the plate in front of you on the table. It smelled really good but this time you refrained from digging in(or trying to dig in), and waited for Jotaro to sit down as well, holding his fork and plate in his lap.

Seeing that he was seated and ready to start eating, you gingerly leaned down, sniffing the steak for a second before opening your maw and taking one of the chunks. It was now between the front of your teeth and you lifted your head upright.

So... now what?

What the hell were you supposed to do with it now? Jotaro was eyeing you in amusement, seeing you so confused on what to do, but you were too focused on the task at hand and didn’t notice luckily.

Using your tongue, you moved the block of meat into your mouth and shut your jaws.

Sooo... now you just had a meat chunk in your mouth, you couldn’t swallow it like this, it was too big, you had to chew.

Deciding fuck it, you just opened your jaw again and tried to get the food between your teeth on the right side and chew. It succeeded for about a second before it fell out, half of it back on the plate, the other half on the coffee table.

This was a lot harder than it looked.

And so the entire breakfast time was figuring out how to chew and keep the food in your mouth while Jotaro looked on in amusement and mock disappointment. More than not, the steak kept falling but despite that, it tasted very good. You had to give props to Jotaro for that, even if he used literally nothing on it and simply cooked it.

Either way, breakfast was eaten and it was time to head out.

- - - -

Walking next to Jotaro on the sidewalk, you curiously looked around. It was strange to see the world from a different height. You were used to having to look up to people - living with Jotaro and all - but never like this.

People pretty much stayed clear of the intimidating man and giant dog - was it a wolf? - opting to preserve their lives over sating their curiosity for what the strange duo was doing.

Jotaro and you had been out for about two to three hours now, having gone back to the alley where you first woke up in - where you found your wedding ring and bag laying on the floor yet nothing else - to the path you ran in a panic, all the way to when you ran into Jotaro, hoping to find some sort of clue as to the Stand user.

Jotaro was crouched down, inspecting the sidewalk for the hope of any sort of clue but it seemed futile. You were just calmly sitting next to him - once again not really knowing what to do - when a noise reached you. You looked to your right and spotted a couple walking their dog. You would have dismissed it and gone back to watching Jotaro, but something in you refused to look away from the dog and everything suddenly turned black.

-

Jotaro lifted his head when he saw you stand up from the corner of his eye, waiting to see if maybe you had found something. What he saw instead, was you, your eyes focused solely on one point as you slowly started stalking forward. Your ears were flat against the back of your head as you got low to the ground, baring your teeth yet making no sound as you started moving.

He followed your gaze to where you were looking and saw the same couple. For a second he wondered if one of them was the Stand user but then he noticed how your eyes were trained on their dog. Except, those weren’t really your eyes. No, the eyes trained on that dog were dark, menacing and dangerous, not your usual sweet, caring or shy look that you held even as a wolf.

“Y/N?” He spoke, trying to get your attention but not even your ear twitched in acknowledgement that you heard him. Getting up from his crouched position, Jotaro furrowed his brows at you and then, before he had a chance to walk towards you, you bolted.

On all fours, the short distance to the couple would take no more than three seconds and Jotaro watched in horror as all the muscles in your body contracted, getting ready to pounce.

“Star Platinum: The World!” Jotaro activated his Stand and sprinted over towards you. You were frozen mid-pounce, hind legs still on the floor to give you that momentum while the couple looked terrified, the dog frozen in fear as well.

Jotaro got there as fast as he could and, at the absolute limit of his time, he managed to extend Star Platinum’s arm and grab the scruff of your neck with it, using the five meters extra range that his Stand gave him to grab on.

Time started moving again and Star Platinum nearly lost his grip on you from the force of your pounce, yet he succeeded in holding you back. You were barking and growling, terrifying the couple even further as you fought against the Stand’s grip. Just then, something more solid took hold of that scruff in your neck.

“Y/N, calm down!” Jotaro yelled out, attempting to pull you back and away from the couple frozen in fear but it did nearly nothing as you fought to attack their dog. “Y/N!”

Despite that, you seemed to completely ignore him, just continuing to attempt to lunge at the smaller creature in front of you.

Having had enough, Jotaro just used his weight and Star Platinum to yank your legs out from under you and push you down onto the ground and pin you there.

Almost immediately, you turned on him and bit at the arm still holding the scruff of your neck but Star Platinum was faster. The purple Stand clamped one hand over your jaw, forcing it shut and keeping it shut while his other arm grabbed your front legs and pinned them down, stopping them from scratching at the man in white. Using his own arms, Jotaro finally released your scruff and instead used it to push your head to the ground, using the other to push on your main body, keeping you completely pinned down. Your legs just weakly tried to kick at him but he had positioned himself in such a way that you couldn’t reach.”

“Y/N, STOP.” He commanded and the tone of his voice finally seemed to break through something in you, though not enough just yet.

“Sir, get that mad thing under control!” The woman to his left screeched out and Jotaro snapped his head towards her, directing all his anger at her.

“What the fuck do you think I’m doing, woman?!” He yelled with the nastiest glare and she immediately shut up. Jotaro then turned back to you and loosened up his hold a little, seeing you try to get up as he hoped you would, giving him leeway to slam you back down on the ground, the shock of the contact forcing all the breath out of your lungs.

“Y/N, snap out of it!” He commanded once more and his voice, paired with the force of the body slam, finally made you do just that. The anger and feral look in your eyes left and you immediately stopped kicking your legs.

The haze lifted and you looked around in surprise and slight fear, unsure what was going on. Jotaro was on top of you, holding you down with his arms while Star Platinum held your jaws locked shut.

Your breathing sped up and Jotaro noticed, seeing the familiar look return to your eyes. He slowly lifted his hand from your head, relieving the pressure for you and allowing you some movement. “You back?” He gruffly questioned and you nodded your head, comically tugging Star’s arm up and down with said motion.

Letting out a sigh of relief, Jotaro released you completely and sat back on his haunches, making Star Platinum let go of you as well. Given the returned freedom, you pushed up a bit until you were sitting sideways and stretched your jaw a bit before turning your head towards Jotaro. You had no idea what just happened but given the glare he was sending in your direction, it wasn’t good...

“Don’t just let it go! It will attack again!” A male voice sounded from up ahead and you turned your head from watching Jotaro, to the voice, seeing the couple you saw before looking angry and scared. Your gaze drifted down and landed on the dog that sat there, lingering for a second. It was adorable.

Jotaro eyed you warily as you looked at the dog but when you innocently averted your gaze and turned your head to him looking all sad and confused, he allowed himself to relax a bit, easing up on his glare.

“You should muzzle it and put a leash on it or something!”

The shout from the man made the glare return however and Jotaro angrily got up. “How about you mind your own fucking business?” He spat before looking at you. “Come, Y/N.”

With that, Jotaro started walking, passing by the couple without sparing them a single look as he just took large strides and walked past, you on his heels.

Five minutes passed and Jotaro suddenly held out his hand, a sign for you to stop walking. You did just that and looked up at him, seeing his brows furrowed down as he looked at you.

“Do you know what just happened?” Shaking your head, Jotaro clenched his jaw. “You lost control and tried to attack that couple, or- their dog at least.”

A distressed noise left you and Jotaro crouched down in front of you.

“You didn’t harm anyone, I got to you before you could.” He reassured and you looked at him worried, Jotaro immediately understanding what you meant. “You didn’t harm me either.”

A sigh left him as he looked to the side for a second before looking back at you. “It was a close call though. I barely managed to reach you in time and as much as I don’t want to say, those idiots may be right. I need a way to quickly hold you down.”

- - - -

Walking through the pet shop, Jotaro scowled a bit at all the items. From all the places he wouldn’t be allowed to bring you inside, a pet shop was one of the last places he would expect. He wasn’t allowed to bring a pet into a pet store. It was fucking stupid.

Finally reaching the leashes, Jotaro quickly bypassed the collars and instead walked over to the harnesses. If he had to use it specifically for holding you back when needed, he did not want to choke you out with a collar around your neck.

Picking one of the bigger ones up, it was black with silver rings for attaching a leash and Jotaro looked at the door for a second. He had no idea what size he had to buy.

“Can I help you sir, you look troubled.” A woman walked up to him, already sporting a small blush and Jotaro’s lip quirked in annoyance. “Buying a harness for your dog?” Jotaro didn’t really want to answer but just grunted, at least trying to be polite. “How big is your dog, maybe I can help.”

“Big.”

Taken aback by the rude answer, the employee darted their eyes back and forth for a bit. “Uhm, try this one then, it is nearly the biggest one we have. It should fit right?” She grabbed a different one from the one Jotaro was holding from the rack and handed it to him. “Anything else you need?”

“It needs to fit.”

“Sir, that is one of the biggest ones we have and it is adjustable so it can fit on a somewhat smaller dog as well, I’m sure it will fit.”

“I’m not.”

The woman just blinked a few times. “How big is your dog?”

“She’s right outside.” Jotaro grunted and the employee furrowed her brows.

“Sir, I can’t just let you take it without paying.”

“Fucking watch me try them on then. I’m not going to steal it, it just needs to fit.” Jotaro grumbled, getting incredibly annoyed by the employee but brushing past her all the same, grabbing the biggest harness he saw from the rack as he went past her.

Warily, the employee followed him, almost helicoptering around as he walked through the door.

The light hit his eyes and Jotaro looked right, feasting his eyes on the sight of Star Platinum absolutely smothering you in pets and cuddles. He had left his Stand out just in case something happened but here he was, just absolutely smothering you in affection.

Pulling his hat over his eyes, Jotaro tried to hide the small blush he now sported. Maybe he should stop thinking about how soft your fur looked and was, it started affecting his Stand.

“Y/N.”

Just the small mention of your name made you snap your eyes open from the previous expression of bliss you held and your head perked up. Trotting over to Jotaro, you sat down and looked up at him happily.

“T-This is your dog?” The employee looked on in bewilderment as Jotaro crouched down in front of you, humming in response as he brought in Star Platinum.

“Put your paws forward a bit.” Jotaro murmured as he held one of the harnesses on your back, looking at how big it was on you. You did as he asked and Jotaro slid the thing over your head, reaching under your legs to grab the clips so he could click it into the main part of the harness.

“It’s uh, very well trained.” The employee spoke but Jotaro had enough of being polite and just ignored her, looking at the harness. Even when he loosened the straps as much as possible, it still looked a little too tight for his liking and he released the clips, taking it off of your head and replacing it with the biggest one he picked out earlier. By pure coincidence it held a pattern of light and dark blue stars on a dark grey backdrop and Jotaro couldn’t help but smile a bit to himself when he fastened it.

It had to be on the loosest setting but it seemed to fit alright. “Is it comfortable? Walk around a bit.” Jotaro sat back and motioned with his hand for you to walk around and you quickly turned on your axis, starting to stretch down low before hopping around a bit, seeing how it felt.

It was a strange feeling at first but it was not that much different from a tight or thick mini jacket wrapped around your torso. After jumping up and down one more time, you were satisfied that it didn’t hinder any mobility and walked back over to your husband.

Seeing you were happy with it, he hummed and took it off, gathering the other two harnesses as well before walking past the employee without saying a word, bringing out Star Platinum again as he walked through the door and left the Stand with you again while he gathered the last needed items and paid.

Just three minutes later he walked back out, putting the harness on you and clipping a thick black leather leash on the back of it. Should worse come to worst, it should be sturdy enough to hold your weight and power.

“Yare yare daze, what a fucked up scenario this is.” Jotaro sighed as he wrapped the leash twice around his hand and looked down at you. “We’re going over to Josuke. The old man is visiting him there while his mom is away and perhaps the geezer can take a picture of the Stand user who did this to you. Any clue should help.”

You nodded at him and just like that, the two of you were under way again.

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Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4

@writing-in-a-hoodie You were asking about a part 2 so I thought I’d tag you 👉👈

[scattered-winter]

batkids as things my siblings and I have done part 2

because y'all liked the other one and because my siblings and I are the harbingers of chaos incarnate

(part 1)

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Dick, Tim, Duke, and Steph: drew airbender tattoos in marker all over faces and arms and proudly showed Bruce when he got home

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Duke: built a fort out of pillows and blankets and refused to leave for 2 days

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Cass: made MIIs (from the WII) of everyone in the family except they all had mustaches

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Dick, Damian, Cass, Duke, and Tim: stayed up all night watching Star Wars and fell asleep in a giant cuddle pile

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Jason: *charging up the stairs* "I WANT A GRILLED CHEESE SANDWICH!!!!!!"

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Steph: "hey can I drive?"

*immediate chorus of groans*

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Jason and Duke: made cookies at midnight

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Steph: almost burned the house down because she put tinfoil in the microwave

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Everyone: *playing tag*

Dick: climbing out windows, vaulting over fences, hiding in window wells, climbing onto the roof to jump down on people, etc

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Steph: painted the neighbor’s tree while everyone else stained the fence

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Damian: spent 3 hours drawing an elaborate charcoal-and-pencil rendition of the “disturbed Tom” meme

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Everyone: ordered pizza and scared the pizza guy when he came because they were so loud

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Duke, Tim, and Cass: watching Wipeout in a hotel room and judging the dives as people fell into the water

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Jason, Damian, Dick, and Steph: watching American Ninja Warrior and saying “I could do that” every time someone did anything

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Damian: put the dog on the trampoline while everyone was sleeping on it and watched the chaos ensue

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Dick, Jason, Tim, and Steph: played a game where they would put everyone’s shoes on the trampoline and jump around and try to avoid them. Tim got hit in the face with a steel-toed boot, Steph had red marks on her arm from a flip-flop Jason threw at her (he got disqualified) and Dick would belly flop on top of all the shoes and send them flying in all directions just to mess everyone else up

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Everyone: screamed “duck” every time a car drove past the yard, and everyone would immediately dive to the ground, no matter what they were doing at the time

Dick, carrying trays of food for roasting hot dogs:

Tim: D U C K !

Dick: *drops all the trays and dives to the ground*

Bruce: *long, tired sigh*

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Duke, Steph, Cass, and Damian: rolling down the hill and chasing each other while still being dizzy

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Jason: sneezed in Tim’s oatmeal (on purpose)

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Steph: peed in Dick’s cereal (on accident)

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Steph and Cass: switched clothes for a day and waited for someone to notice

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Damian and Jason: made an elaborate and complicated handshake and performed it at the most inappropriate settings (funerals, weddings, church, school assemblies, etc etc)

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Dick: “our Uncle Tom just passed away”

Jason: “it’s ABOUT TIME! He was like A HUNDRED!”

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Duke: *answers phone* “hello yes you’ve reached the house of the criminally underrated, where can I direct your call?”

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Cass: *answers phone in a creepy voice* “do you know where my eyes went?”

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Dick: *driving and sees a road work sign* “road work ahead?”

Everyone, immediately: “UH YEAH I SURE HOPE IT DOES”

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Jason: shoved Damian into a cupboard and wouldn’t let him out

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Dick: I just think I’m amazing

Tim: *snorts*

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Steph: blasted All Star and ran around the manor with her face painted like Shrek

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Tim: screaming “WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN MY SWAMP” every time someone walked into his room

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Cass and Duke: made a wreath out of golf balls and goose feathers and gave it to Alfred, who proceeded to proudly display it on the grill of his car

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Steph: attempted to make popcorn Once (1) and is now banned from the kitchen

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Damian: *leans over to smell bread baking in the oven* MMM FLESH

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Dick: played exclusively meme songs on the piano for months

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Tim: blasted a trombone at 1 am and got grounded from touching another musical instrument for 2 weeks

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*at school*

Tim: hey

Jason: what the hell do you want

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Jason: locked the truck doors and started to drive away without Dick

Dick: jumped in the truck bed while screaming "DAD'S GONNA GROUND YOU!"

Jason: "NO HE WON'T FUCK YOU!"

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Tim: *gets hit in the face* OW

Damian: *awkward pat* It's all right to cry. Let it out.

Tim: *loud obnoxious sobbing*

Damian:

Damian: ok put it back in

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and now for some things we’ve done at Halloween in honor of Spooktober Season.......

Damian: dressed up as a caveman and dressed the dog up as a triceratops and went trick-or-treating together

Everyone Except Damian (because he was a caveman): dressed up as characters from Lord of the Rings

Dick: Legolas

Jason: Aragorn

Steph: Gimli

Cass: Boromir

Duke: Gandalf

Tim: Frodo

Duke (another year): sat out on the porch dressed like a puppet and holding the bowl of candy. Every time someone tried to get some he scared them

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Jason: spray painted the grass red

Dick: "don't do that, it's too violent"

Jason: "no it's perfect"

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Damian: spent 3 hours making spiderweb decorations out of white yarn

Dick and Tim: sat inside with a huge bowl of candy watching horror movies instead of trick-or-treating

Steph and Cass: dressed up as Grim Reapers and ran at people screeching

[beccascribbles]

seijoh and their love language

physical touch

“tooru,” you gasped, feeling warm arms wrap around your bare skin and a mouth press a gentle kiss to the nape of your neck. the water rolled off your body in droplets, and, as you turned to face him, he slipped slightly on the wet floor, catching himself against the wall. this had the added effect of trapping you in front of him. he leant forward, pressing a kiss to the tip of your nose.

“hey,” he greeted, mouth splitting open in that grin you loved so much. it was open, honest, one of the truest smiles he had, and reserved for those he was utterly in love with. you were certain you were one of the only people in the world to be on the receiving end of this smile.

“what are you doing?” you giggled, reaching up a hand to brush his hair from his forehead. the water from the shower head had flattened it, plastering the strands to the smooth surface.

“showering with you,” he shrugged, like it was an everyday occurrence, like he hadn’t just snuck in because he missed your touch so much. he reached over to grab the shampoo from the rack, opening the bottle and squeezing out some of it into the palm of his hand. “turn around.”

you turned, and oikawa’s fingers tangled in your hair, massaging the scalp until the shampoo was lathered. he removed the shower from its’ hook, gently guiding your head back to avoid any shampoo going in your eyes as he washed it from your hair. next, he grabbed the conditioner, repeating the process. you smiled at him, hand reaching out to remove his shampoo from the rack.

“your turn,” you declared, squeezing a small amount into your palm. you rose up on your tiptoes slightly, wobbling as you attempted to wash his hair while also balancing. with a soft chuckle, he bent his knees slightly, surprising you at the sudden change in height.

“sorry,” he laughed softly, placing a kiss to your collarbone. “but it’s easier now, right?”

acts of service

iwaizumi can’t help it. his eyes fall on your sleeping form, a soft smile taking over his features as he brushes a finger along your cheek. you stir slightly in your sleep, and he freezes, hand stopping its slow movement away from you. when he is certain you are still sleeping peacefully, he finally moves, slipping from the bedroom and shutting the door behind him with a quiet click.

he knows you’ve had a busy week, working late into the night, and also finding the time to cook dinner most days that week. iwaizumi knows you don’t mind cooking; it’s one of the things you like to do, preparing a meal the two of you can eat together, dinner being the one time in the week where you can really sit down and chat, no distractions.

he grabs the dirty laundry from the basket beside the bathroom, carrying it downstairs where he can start the process of dividing the lights and darks. if you came down to find the white clothes the both of you wore were now a different colour, you would not be happy. his eyebrows furrowed as he held an item of clothing in front of him. it was an odd colour, one that could be considered a mixture of light and dark. taking a chance, he threw it in the dark pile, praying to whoever was listening that his assumption was correct.

switching on the machine went smoothly. iwaizumi wasn’t completely incapable - he had done his own laundry while in america, it was just the added pressure of messing up that made him slightly uncertain. the sound of china rattling and the kettle being switched on alerted him to your presence in the kitchen.

he hovered in the doorway for a moment, watching you as you shuffled around, your hood pulled up over your head. you moved in a daze, reaching up to grab the tea bags and letting out a loud yawn. he stepped forward then, entering the kitchen and wrapping his arms around your waist, pulling you flush against his chest. he let his head rest against yours for a moment before pulling away.

“morning, sleepyhead,” he greeted, reaching up to grab his own mug and placing it down beside yours. “have a nice lie in?”

gifts

another holiday, another gift shop.

matsukawa stepped into a gift shop somewhere in paris already knowing what he wanted to buy, what he had brought for you to commemorate every trip you'd been on together. he flicked through the various keyrings, discarding them with ease.

too tacky. too loud. too large.

he finally settled on a delicate, ornate keyring in the shape of the eiffel tower. it may be basic but it recalled fond memories of the trip. you had eaten lunch in the tower's shadow, had seen it rising above the buildings as you walked down the street. it was the view from your hotel window. therefore, it was perfect.

he paid for it with his limited french, stumbling through phrases, certain he'd messed up the pronunciation when the shop assistant snickered. still, he left the shop with it gift-wrapped and his wallet four euros lighter.

matsukawa presented it to you during your last meal in paris, handing it to you across the table with a grin. at least that had solved the mystery of why he had woken up so early, never one to be out of bed before ten if he didn't have to work.

you handled it with care, twisting it at different angles, the candle light catching it and flickering. a small grin tugged at the corners of your lips and you leaned across the table to press them against his. his hand came up to cup your face, holding you in place as he deepened the kiss. a stern cough caused you to push away, flustered as you peered around the restaurant. laughing, matsukawa laced his fingers with yours.

"so, do you like it?"

"i love it," you replied, leaning forward once again, this time only letting your lips brush against his jaw.

quality time

you could hardly move, squished into the smallest space you could find as you held your breath. the slightest release of air would alert him to your presence in the room, and you wanted to win. if only you could see the timer... you just needed to remain hidden for five minutes, just five, and hanamaki would turn over his tv privileges to you.

the door to the room you were hidden in creaked open, and heard him step into the room. cupboards were opened as hanamaki moved closer to your hiding place. you tried to make yourself smaller, shuffling backwards. your head hit the wood with a sharp crack and you let out a wince.

"y/n?"

his voice was close now, just outside where you were hidden. he opened the door, peering in. for a moment, he didn't see you. you were huddled right against the side, curled up into a ball. then, his head turned to the side. he declared, "found you!"

"does this mean i have to sit and watch your shit?" you grumbled, crawling out and rubbing the rapidly growing bruise on the back of your head.

"well, it certainly doesn't mean i have to sit and watch yours," he beamed, reaching forward and giving your side a poke.

"don't you have jobs to apply for and interviews to attend?" you quipped, flinching slightly when his fingers dug into your side. a gasping laugh escaped your lips as he began to tickle you.

"and don't you have an actual job to do?" he teased, grinning widening at the way you squirmed in his grasp, trying desperately to tickle him back.

physical touch

kyoutani glared at the people around you, reaching out to grab you and tug you back into his chest. his hand found a home on your waist, fingers sliding beneath the material of your top and resting against your warm skin. you looked up at him, eyebrows raised as you waited for an explanation. his other hand reached up to hold your face, thumb and forefinger gripping your chin as he pulled your face towards him. the kiss was short and fierce, a reminder to all those around you that you were his.

"taro, i need to go," you sighed, reaching up to rest a hand against his cheek. he grumbled in response, and you couldn't help the way your eyes rolled ever so slightly. "you know i've got class soon."

"i know," he said, fingers tightening on your waist. your body was warm against his, a welcome distraction and one that he craved. "one more kiss?"

your hand slipped around the back of his head as you leaned in, pressing a chaste kiss to his lips. kyoutani wasn't satisfied with that, using his hand on your waist to hold you in place and the hand on your face to pull you back in. you surrender to his touch just like you usually did, returning the kiss and pulling away breathless.

"i really need to go," you said, though you were becoming increasingly reluctant to leave. he nodded in response.

"message me when you're done?" he requested, loosening his hold and letting you slip away.

you reached out to give his hand one last squeeze before turning away and throwing over your shoulder, "obviously."

words of affirmation

"i love you," he murmured in the dark, turning to face your sleeping form beside him. your breathing was steady, and he reached out to touch you gently, tracing the lines of your face. he stared down at you in awe, wondering how he could have got so lucky. he let out a deep sigh. "you're so perfect. everything about you. i love it all." 

you stirred in your sleep then, moving closer to him and pressing your face against his side. he leaned down, pressing a kiss to your forehead as your eyes cracked open and you peered up at him.

"did you say something, yutaro?" you mumbled, voice raspy from sleep. he blushed then, face feeling hot as he repeated what he had admitted earlier.

"i love you."

"love you too," you murmured sleepily, snuggling further into his warmth. already, your eyes were beginning to close again, sleep pulling you back in.

"i love you so much," he continued, his voice lulling you back to sleep. "i love everything about you, every little thing you do. you're perfect for me in every way. i couldn't ask for a better partner."

a soft snore filled the silence of the room, and he lay back down, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you flush against his chest. a chaste kiss was placed to the nape of your neck before sleep also claimed kindaichi.

quality time

kunimi stifled a yawn, stretching out on the sofa as he listened to you chat. it was around 1am now, a time when he would usually be asleep. however, your conversation was engaging and he felt like he hadn't been able to just spend time with you.

you were always doing something together, going somewhere, but you were never just alone together, no phones, no tv, just each other. kunimi smiled over at you, reaching forward to rest his hand atop yours. you took it, never breaking your flow of conversation.

“kunimi?”

“hmm?” he questioned, blinking over at you. his movements were slow and it was clear he was tired.

“do you want to go to sleep?” you asked, lifting the hand you were holding with your own and pressing a gentle kiss to the surface, letting it fall back into your lap.

he shook his head, smiling blearily at you. “i like listening to you. we haven’t been like this in a while.”

“i guess we have been busy,” you reasoned, letting your head rest against the back of the sofa. “i missed talking to you, akira.”

he nodded his head, moving closer to you and dropping his head on your shoulder. your free hand brushed through his hair, the movement slow and soothing. kunimi urged, “keep talking.”

that was all the prompting you needed to launch into another story from your day, kunimi’s eyes slowly shutting as your voice eased him to sleep.

[redhairedwolfwitch]

Sticky Lip Gloss - Sarah Reese x Arizona Robbins!Sister!Reader - Chicago Med x Grey's Anatomy

Summary: Your sister turning up in Chicago to visit you was supposed to be a surprise. That was until she, Callie and Sofia end up in the ER after Sofia fell from the monkey bars at the park.

Whilst Doctor Manning tended to Sofia, Nat paged you to tell you what was going on. Little did she know, you were slightly preoccupied.

"The lip gloss was a bad idea..." Sarah admitted as she broke away from you, leaving you to chuckle.

"I mean, it looked all nice and shiny until we were making out and found out it's really sticky." You teased, laughing as Sarah grimaced at the thought of the sticky lip gloss.

"I think most of it came off, so..." Sarah realised, leaning back in to kiss you again.

A beeping led to the two of you breaking apart, Sarah letting you down from where you were up against the supply cupboard wall so that you could check your pager.

"Doctor Manning is paging me to the ER... I should go, I'll see you later." You explained, kissing Sarah on the cheek before you went to exit the supply cupboard.

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"Doctor Robbins, Y/n, has been paged and should be on her way to the ER. Is there any specific reason you wanted Y/n-"

"She's my sister and we were visiting Chicago to surprise her." Arizona explained, leaving Nat to nod before glancing around for you.

"She's usually quicker when answering her pages." Nat admitted, smiling at Sofia to hide her confusion about your whereabouts.

"I'm going to get someone from ortho down to set the cast and see where Doctor Robbins is too, excuse me." Nat smiled, exiting the treatment room to head over to Doris.

"Doris, any sign of Robbins?" Nat enquired, leaving Doris to give her a look.

"Besides the last known sighting being Robbins and Reese sneaking into a supply cupboard upstairs?" Doris huffed, leaving Nat to pause.

"Right... right... um..."

"You paged?" You panted for breath as you hurried over to Nat.

"Treatment 3!" Nat stated as you hurried over.

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"Hi... Arizona? Sofia? What are you doing here? Whoah, is that a cast on your arm?" You distracted yourself from the fact your sister was here by focussing on your niece.

"Callie is here too, just at the vending machines." Your sister added until she spotted something shining in the light.

"How did the cast happen?" You asked, completely oblivious as your sister raised an eyebrow at you.

"Monkey bars."

"The classic childhood injury... if you can reach them, that is..." You remarked, whispering the last bit to yourself before you spotted Callie.

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The vending machines were easy to find in the waiting room. What caught Callie's attention on the way back to the treatment room was you jogging to the treatment room, separating from another doctor who walked past Callie with a smile.

The lip gloss wasn't hard to miss in the ER lighting, leaving Callie to bite her lip to stop her chuckles.

"Hey, Y/n." Callie smiled as she walked into the treatment room.

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"Hey, Y/n." Callie's voice caught your attention as you turned around, leaving realisation to hit Callie like a brick as you were called out of the treatment room for an incoming patient.

"Does my sister have lip gloss on her face and neck or..." Arizona began, turning to face Callie.

"So did a psych resident I walked past on the way back from the vending machines." Callie continued, leaving Arizona's jaw to drop for a moment.

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It was after your shift at the ED that you saw Arizona again. Callie had taken Sofia back to the hotel whilst Arizona met you at the ED.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" You enquired, your eyes widening in confusion as Arizona just smiled.

"I'm just checking you got all of the lip gloss off off your face and neck, it was quite a look." Arizona teased, withholding her smile as you swiped at your face.

"I thought I got it all off, it was so sticky, like it looked shiny and pretty but as soon as you do anything, it's sticky and everywhere." You grumbled, wiping at your lip before you realised how you'd slipped up.

"Um-"

"Callie noticed that psych resident, I don't know her name, but she also had lip gloss on her face and neck..."

"Sarah... Sarah Reese."

"Sarah Reese? So were you borrowing her lip gloss, or..." Arizona began, waiting as you avoided her gaze for a moment as your eyes focussed on something in the distance.

"She's my girlfriend. We're dating." You cleared your throat, waving slightly as Sarah walked over.

"You must be Sarah Reese. I'm Arizona, Y/n's big sister." Arizona smiled, offering her hand to Sarah, whose eyes widened slightly as she realised what was happening.

"Most lip glosses are too sticky. Chapstick is better if you're going to make out with your girlfriend in dark corners. It was nice to meet you, Sarah." Arizona smiled, giving you a teasing look before she headed towards her car.

"Oh my god." You whispered, looking up at the sky before giving Sarah a nervous look.

"I'm sorry that just happened." You admitted, biting your lip before Sarah leaned in, pecking your lips quickly.

You were about go to in for another kiss when a car horn scared the two of you.

Headlights lit up the two of you as you spotted Arizona in her car, driving past the two of you.

"Oh my god..." You grumbled, pausing as Sarah let out a breath.

"How long did you say your sister is in town with her family for?"

"Why? Oh, oh god, she's going to want us to all get dinner together." You realised, facepalming as Sarah's eyes widened at the thought of having dinner with your sister and her family.

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[mmonamona]

petty fights and lonely nights [corpse husband x reader]

synopsis: it’s the first time visiting your boyfriend, and with new experiences comes you first serious argument. fluffy ending cus I’m a sap.

a/n: ahhhhhh I’m nervous to post this but I’ve been simping too long and I need to get this idea out of my head. Also if you follow me and you see this, no you didn’t❤️ also also if anyone want to request anything, go ahead. Uni is kinda hectic but writing relaxes me so feel free to do so.

It was just another night, really. You could hear Corpse’s laughter from beyond the wall of his recording room as you prepped dinner, remembering the intricacies of his diet and preferences. You weren’t an amazing cook, but you were definitely better than him when it came down to it, and you refused to have him order takeout once again.

Since you had come to visit Corpse for the week, you noticed he seemed apologetic about pretty much everything in his life. He apologised his apartment wasn’t clean enough; he apologised he couldn’t do anything but order takeout for every meal; he apologised about his irregular sleeping pattern, and so on. Over and over you assured him that it was no problem, to which he would give a somewhat wary smile and a kiss on your forehead, only to continue with his everyday tasks. The week had almost gone by and already his apartment was looking tidier and his cupboards more stocked. It wasn’t that you were a clean freak per se, but you wanted to help the man you loved. You opted to doing smaller everyday tasks he wouldn’t normally be able to do without much effort because of his anxiety, like buying groceries and taking out the garbage. It was almost as if you already lived together.

With dinner now arranged, you wandered over to his door of his recording room to be greeted with silence. A peek inside confirmed that he had ended his stream and was now editing, so you walked in and tapped him on the shoulder.

“Hey babe, dinners ready. You should come eat,” you smiled encouragingly.

“I’ll come later, gotta finish editing this.” He said, giving you a quick glance before looking back down wrapping himself back up in his work. The pressure of gaining fame so quickly was clearly taking a toll on him, and you couldn't help but notice even with how much as he tried to hide it from you.

“Corpse, you’ve barely eaten anything all day. And you have to eat soon if you wanna fall asleep-”

“I know ok? Stop coddling me.” He grunted, not taking his eyes off the screen, but he seemed to halt his work on the computer in front of him. You paused, processing his words.

“...Coddling you? What the fuck is that supposed to mean?” You huffed, crossing your arms.

“You’ve been treating me like a child this whole week. I’m not bedridden, I can do things for myself.” He said, not even having to raise his voice for his words to sting.

“So thats what this is about? You think I-“

“Just fuck off, I don’t need you mothering me.”

His words lingered in the silence of the room like a bitter taste you couldn't wash down, and neither of you seemed to have a rebuttal. You could’ve shouted at him real nice and loud, given him a piece of you mind, but as you stood there imprisoned in your own thoughts, you realised it wouldn't be worth it. 

You rolled your eyes, letting out a huff of air. “Fine.”

With that, you left the room, the door closing shut behind you as you stomped across the apartment. Your stubbornness had you in a frenzy, impulsively pushing you through the living room and past the dining table, your mind set on leaving there and now. You opened the front door and- ..oh.

You didn’t have any shoes on. Or a jacket. And where would you even go? It’s not like you had any friends in the area. Or a car. And your phone was still inside.

These realisations were enough to snap you out of your stubbornness and make you roll your eyes at you rash behaviour. Fuck, you were really dramatic when angry.

You lived nowhere near, and you sure as hell weren’t getting a hotel room just because of a silly argument. With a sigh you stepped back into the apartment and slammed the front door shut, walking back into the living room and spreading yourself on the couch.

‘Our first fight’ you thought. It was so stupid, and now that you were calming down, you realised you could’ve handled that so much better. You peeked at the door of his recording room, guilt and regret flooding your mind. Admittedly, you didn’t know what you were expecting, but there was no sign that he had even moved from the position you left him in. As much as you wanted to go back and give him a hug and apologise, you thought it was best if you let him cool down too.

You figured he wasn’t coming out anytime soon, so you grabbed your dinner plate and sat back on the couch, settling for eating in silence. Watching a movie or something on your phone just didn’t attract you right now, not when you had so much on your mind.

Had you been coddling him? It wasn’t like you meant to baby him around, it’s just that you wanted to help him. You wanted to show him that you cared, that he could rely on you and that you would help him in any way. You didn’t even realise he could have taken it the wrong way, and it made you feel even more guilty. You frowned as you munched on your food, feeling lonely for the first time since you stepped foot into the apartment. Sure, you weren’t always with each other even now, but with the tension between the two of you, you couldn’t help but think that you missed him, even if it had barely been 10 minutes since you exchanged words.

God you wanted to slap yourself. You had only been dating him for a couple of months and yet you had fallen so hard. You almost laughed at yourself as you got up and put your empty plate in the sink, realising just how whipped you were. You turned back to the dining table, the remaining plate making you frown again, but you just walked back to the couch and sat down, pondering on how you could spend your time. You figured mindlessly scrolling through twitter could help you pass the time.

It couldn’t have been 20 minutes before you heard a door open, the sound of footsteps and sniffles echoing in the silent apartment. 

...Wait- sniffles?

Your head whipped around, and you were met with the sight of your boyfriend standing in the doorway of his recording room, his face stained with tears so uncharacteristic of him, his eyes clearly searching for you in the dark living room. His eyes hadn’t yet adjusted to the darkness and the fact that he couldn’t find you with his temporarily impaired vision was freaking him out, the eyepatch he still had on not doing him any favours.

“Y/n?” His voice wavered, lip trembling as if he was on the verge of tears once again.

“Babe. I’m here,” you replied quickly, getting up off the couch and towards him, where he met you in a warm embrace. You felt his figure relax against you; he released a shaky sigh to calm his breathing and held you tight, almost as if he was afraid you'd disappear from between his arms.

“I thought you left,” he whimpered, face buried in your neck. You rubbed his back in a comforting manner, and your other hand went up to play with his hair like you had every night all week when he couldn’t sleep, “I heard the front door-”

“No baby, I would never leave you. I was just angry, you know I’d never do that.” you whispered, tears gathering in your eyes.

“I’m so fucking sorry, I’m such an idiot and I s-shouldn’t have-”

“It’s okay Corpse, I know you didn't mean it,” you cooed, reassuring him with a kiss on the cheek as his breathing steadied, “I just- I don’t mean to pamper you or whatever,” you started. “And I don’t do it because of your health or because I pity you. I do it because I love you. Because you mean the world to me and I wish-“ your voice cracked, and you felt him tighten his arms around you even more; you recognised the sound of him holding back his cries. 

“I wish I could love all your problems away, but I know I can’t so I just.. I love you in the ways I can. You’re never a burden to me. And you deserve the world and I just wish I could give it to you.” You rambled, voice heavy with emotions. You buried your face in the soft fabric of his hoodie, wishing you could remain like this until the end of time.

“I love you too,” he sighed, “and I don’t need the world. I just need you.”

[honalele]

Morning Routine

The peaceful song of birds and the gentle wave of sunlight flooded into Michael’s small bedroom window as day broke his deep ocean-swelled sleep. He opened his eyes to the familiar wooden ceiling and watched the sky-blue painted ceiling fan circle slowly above him. The hypnotic effect it had made him want to stay in bed for the rest of the day, but there were things that needed to be done.

Michael sat up, but he paused and placed his face in his childhood yellow baby blanket. He’d been waking up with worse and worse headaches after the incident. The pain was like a dull buzz at the front of his forehead. It was bad in the morning, but it faded with the day. He pulled his face from the blanket and took a deep breath. He threw one leg over the side of the bed, and then the other.

He looked around the large accustomed room with all of his happy childhood memories scattered across the floor in forms of toys and trinkets. He stood up and sluggishly walked to the door. It opened to a massive hallway with big windows and lots of empty frames where family portraits used to be. Michael stuffed his hands in his pajama pants pockets and watched the floor as he walked into the foyer. The ceiling was so tall it could’ve touched the sky. The walls were so distant, they could have been separate countries. The floor was so empty, sometimes it felt like no one else lived in the house. Such a big place could make a person feel so small.

He made his way to the grand staircase and placed a hand on the beautifully finished railing before bouncing up the steps. Despite the complexity of the place, he’d spent nearly his entire life locked up here. At first his parents forced him to stay indoors against his rebellious will to venture out and see more of the world, but now he stayed on his own accord. The only time he went outside was to visit the garden in the backyard.

When he reached the second floor, Michael started for his parents’ bedroom. Tall windows lined the hallway, letting in all of the colors of the outdoors. As he came up to the door, he paused at the handle. His fingers were shaking. Michael noticed the dark panic that attempted to creep up on him in the back of his mind. He closed his eyes and took a long breath, forcing that feeling back into its dungeon deep down. He opened his eyes and saw that his hand was steady enough to open the door.

Unlike his room, his parents’ was simple, open, and clean like the rest of the house. There was just a bed and a chest. It was like the entire house was occupied by ghosts.

Michael silently closed the door behind him and quietly made his way to the bed where his father, Ranboo, laid sprawled out in all of the blankets, still asleep. Michael carefully went up to him and placed a hand on his shoulder to gently shake him awake.

His father’s eyes slowly opened, drowsy and glazed with sleep. Michael took a seat at the edge of the bed and waited for him to stretch and yawn until he was fully sat up. Dad looked around the room with that blank expression on his face before memory slowly started to fade back. Michael softly took his father’s hand and looked into his eyes.

“Good morning.” He said. Dad didn’t hold his gaze.

“Uh, I’m sorry, but who…?” His voice was as uncertain as his expression. Michael could tell that his dad was embarrassed about not being able to recognize the person sat in front of him.  

“I’m Michael. I’m your son.” He said. It took a moment for realization to settle across his father’s face.

“Right. I’m sorry I-”

“It’s ok, just breathe with me ok?” Michael interrupted his father’s anxious spiral. They held each other’s hands and breathed together. Michael told him where he was, hold old they were, their daily routine, and that they were the only members of the house.

“What’s in that?” Dad asked as he pointed to the chest that sat at the foot of the bed. Michael turned to look at it and paused before answering.

“It’s there if you want to open it, but you don’t have to.” Michael tried to sound unbiased, but he really didn’t want his dad to open the chest. He hated days that they went through the chest. He waited silently for his father’s response, the suspense wrapped tightly around his shoulders.

“No.” Dad answered softly after the long thoughtful silence. A wave of relief washed over Michael. At least today might be easier than the others.

The two sat in bed and talked for a while before deciding to head downstairs for breakfast. Dad continued to hold Michael’s hand as they went through the halls and down into the foyer.

“I remember that.” Dad said, looking up at the chandelier. “I paid one of my friends to build that. Flush or Fish or something.”

“Foolish?”

“Right. Foolish, yes.” His dad smiled. “He actually built this entire mansion. It took him a long time and it cost me a lot of gold to-” Dad cut himself off when he looked back to Michael, “but you probably know all of that, don’t you?” He said with an awkward smile. Michael swallowed the angst rising in his throat and pulled himself closer to his dad without a verbal response.

The two of them made it to the kitchen. It was big like everything else in the house. All of the windows faced the backyard where a beautiful garden full of flowers and sculptures could be seen. There was a big table in the center of the room with three chairs. Michael didn’t have the heart to throw out the third one. Luckily, his dad didn’t question the arrangement, instead he headed straight towards the cupboards.

“I may not have the best memory, but I do know how to make killer waffles.” He said cheerfully. “That is, unless we had them yesterday?” He turned around to ask Michael the cautious question. Michael shook his head in response and his Dad’s eyes filled with joy. “Great, get ready for the best waffles of your life.” He chirped. Michael sat at his chair and tried to hide his smile. They’d been having waffles for breakfast the past five days, but Michael wasn’t about to complain. His dad’s waffles really were the best.

Dad asked Michael to set the table while he prepared the food. It was almost like they were a normal family again, but the thought of happy normalcy made the pit of guilt in Michael’s stomach roll and ache, so he tried to set aside those feelings and just get through the day.

After his dad finished making the waffles, the two of them sat at the breakfast table and shared old stories with one another, even though it was mainly Michael telling the old stories and correcting his father on his.

“So what Tommy would do was; he’d go into either Phil or Techno’s house completely unannounced, and then all you’d hear were the sounds of dozens of chests being open.” Dad smiled the whole time he told the story. Michael hadn’t heard this one in a while and the way his dad talked about Tommy made him laugh.

“I can’t believe Mr. Innit used to do stuff like that.” Dad nearly choked on his orange juice at Michael’s comment.

“Do not call him ‘Mr. Innit’.” He said out of breath from laughter which made Michael burst out into laughter as well. The two continued to laugh until it naturally died down a few moments later. Dad smiled at Michael and for once, Michael felt safe.

But then his dad’s eyes shifted to the empty chair across the table. Confusion washed across his face as he looked at the chair.

“If it’s just the two of us, why the third chair?” He asked. Michael looked down at his plate and poked at some of the left over waffle bits with his fork.

“It’s just for guests.” He said. He hated lying to his dad, but they were having such a great time. He didn’t want it to be ruined. A moment of silence hung over them before Michael decided to break it.

“Want me to wash the dishes?” He asked as he stood from the table. Dad slowly pulled his gaze from the chair and nodded.

“Sure kiddo.” He handed Michael his empty plate and glass and Michael headed to the sink to wash them. As he cleared off the syrup and butter from the plates, he looked outside to the garden.

“It’s really nice outside, maybe we can water the flowers or something?” He suggested.

“That sounds like a great idea!” Dad called excitedly from the table.

“Really?”

“Yeah! I know my memory isn’t too great, but I feel like I haven’t been out of this house in ages. We should go somewhere and do something. Doesn’t Jack have a hotel?”

Crash.

Michael accidently dropped one of the plates. It fell to the ground and broke into several pieces that scattered across the tiled floor. Dad quickly leapt from his chair and raced across the kitchen to make sure that Michael was ok.

“I’m fine dad really, it was just an accident.” He tried to pull himself away from being examined like a toddler.

“Ok, sorry. I just don’t want you getting hurt.” Dad took a step back and then inspected the mess. “Looks like we’re going to need a broom and dustpan. Can you point me in the direction?”

“Yeah in that closet by the back door.” Michael tried to not sound too stressed, but his hands were starting to shake and he couldn’t keep himself from swaying.

While his dad searched for the cleaning supplies, Michael tried to remember his breathing exercises.  

Just one day. Just one normal day.

“Umm, so anyway, what do you think about my idea? You know, visiting the Big Jack Manifold hotel?” Dad called from the closet. Michael went deeper into his nervous sway.

“Jack doesn’t own the hotel anymore. Mr. In- er, Tommy got it back.” Michael answered.

“Oh really?” Dad’s surprised face emerged from the closet. “All the more reason to go see it then.” He smiled. Michael flashed a fake smile back and fiddled with his fingers. Venturing anywhere outside the grounds of the mansion was a bad idea in it of itself, visiting the hotel area specifically would be terrible.

“CaptainPuffy actually stopped by a few times. She said that your memory’s improving, but that it’ll be a while before you start remembering things on your own. I don’t think we should go anywhere outside the walls of the mansion until we see that improvement. A lot of things have changed since… since your memory got worse. I think going out there now would be too much for you.” Michael fought the urge to bite his nails. He hated lying. Then again, what he said wasn’t really a lie, it just wasn’t the whole truth.

“Ok, so we’ll stay here then I guess.” Dad walked towards him with the broom and dustpan in hand. He pointed to Michael with the dustpan. “You ok? You’re swaying.” He pointed out. Michael caught himself and stopped immediately.

“Yeah, just, loud noises.” He said and gestured to the shattered plate. Dad gave him an understanding nod and flipped the dustpan so that its handle was facing Michael. Michael took it and then knelt down to hold the pan in place as his dad swept up the debris.

“There we go. All clean.” He said proudly. Michael carefully stood with the pan full of glass. He gave dad directions to the bin and then dumped the poor plate’s remains inside.  

“Any words?” Dad asked. Michael flashed him a confused expression. “We are gathered here today to celebrate the life of this plate. Though I may not have known it for very long, I easily get emotionally attached to things. This plate was like a brother to me-”

“Shut up.” Michael sneered and closed the lid of the bin.

“What? Are my jokes not cracked enough for you?” Michael shook his head in disapproval and took the broom from his dad, then started making his way to the supplies closet.

“At least he went out with a bang.”

“Stop.”

“May he rest… in pieces.”

“I am going to put myself up for adoption.” Michael couldn’t keep himself from smiling. Even though his dad’s jokes were absolutely terrible, he found them endearing. He hadn’t seen his dad act like this in months.

Michael put away the broom and dustpan and closed the supply closet door. He looked to his dad whose gaze was focused on the window above the sink. He was standing casually with his hands in his pockets. His shoulders were relaxed and he wore a closed smile on his face. He looked peaceful and sure of himself for once. He looked happy. An emotion Michael hadn’t seen on his dad in a long time. It was like looking at a completely different person.

Dad’s face turned to Michael and he caught him staring.

“Is something wrong? You look sad.” He asked. Michael shook his head.

“No, you’re jokes are just so bad, they could bring people to tears.” Michael said. Dad scoffed and gestured for his son to come under his arm.

“Exactly. Tears of joy.” He said and gave Michael a side hug. Michael gagged at the stupid joke and hugged his dad back, extra tightly. “So,” Dad said, “how about that garden work you were talking about? Watering the flowers?” He asked. Michael nodded excitedly. “Alright then, go get some shoes on.” He said. Michael cheered and beelined it out of the kitchen.

His room was just down the hall. He’d be in and out in no time. He made sure to lock the door behind him, there were too many memories cluttered about his room. Any one of them could trigger his dad’s bad memories.

Michael raced to the closet, but it was nearly impossible to find anything under the piles and piles of clothes. He decided to change out of his pajama bottoms and put some denim overalls on instead. He was able to fine one sandal, but failed to find it’s partner. Eventually he gave up on the closet and ran over to his bed. He searched underneath for the red sneakers he’d worn a few days ago. He remembered kicking them off right before going to bed. He shoved an old board-game of Monopoly out of the way and spotted both of them. He quickly grabbed each and threw them on without bothering looking for socks. Then, he raced out of the room and into the foyer.

“Dad, I’m ready.” He called. There was no response. Michael started snapping his fingers impatiently and walked over to the kitchen. It was empty. Panic started to settle in as Michael ran over to the back door. Perhaps his dad had already gone outside. He was hit with fresh air, sweetened by the scent of all kinds of flowers. But when he looked out onto the butterfly filled landscape, dad was nowhere to be found.

Michael slowly stepped back into the house and closed the door. It wasn’t like dad knew his way around the mansion yet, maybe he got lost.

“Dad?” Michael called as he ran through the foyer once again. He passed the trading hall and ran through the library. He checked every room on the first floor, but there was still no sign of him.

Michael went back to the foyer and looked up at the looming grand staircase. He felt his hands start to shake, but his breathing exercises were the last thing on his mind. It was like his soul had left his body and he’d become a walking corpse. He took one shaking hand and placed it on the railing before dragging himself up the staircase, step by step.

When he got to the top, he could see that his parents’ bedroom door was three-quarters the way opened. Michael froze right where he stood. He swallowed the lump in his throat and forced himself to calm down. He’d done this plenty of times before. He practically knew the conversation by heart.

He shoved his still hands into his pockets and walked over to the open door. He used his shoulder to bump it open wide enough for him to enter he room. And there was dad. Facing the opposite wall. Sitting cross-legged on the floor. The chest was open. Items and photos from his past were sprawled out on all sides, like pieces from a broken plate. Michael slowly walked towards his dad.

“I came up here looking for shoes, but I got curious so…” His dad’s voice sounded like its usual distant self. Michael peeked over his dad’s shoulder. He was looking at an old photo of him and his husband.

“His name was Tubbo.” Michael said silently. Dad didn’t respond. Pain pierced Michael’s heart and he shifted his gaze up to the ceiling to avoid tears. It never got easier. He took another deep breath before walking up to his dad’s left side. He picked up a red and white checkered picnic blanket and made room for himself to sit next to his dad. Then he placed the picnic blanket so that it was covering them both.

Dad didn’t move or acknowledge his existence. He was staring intently at the photograph. His eyes were watery, and Michael could already see the fresh wounds developing under his eyes. Michael wasn’t sure how much his father was remembering right now, so he started to explain things in a low and gentle tone.

“That picture was taken when you guys first met in L’Manburg.” Still no response. This was usually how it went. Michael just had to keep talking about dad.

He spotted the flag in a crumpled ball on the floor and reached for it. “This was the flag.” He said as he fanned it out. Michael slowly slid pinched fingers into the corners of the flag and started to fold it properly. He set it on the floor next to him and picked up another old photo. Tommy was in this one. The three of them were exploring abandoned Pogtopia, a place that Michael had heard of, but never seen. Then, his father reached forward and picked up a black and yellow striped flyer. The Bee ‘N Boo. Michael had memories of its grand opening, but he hadn’t visited the place in years.

“That’s a flyer for the hotel you guys built. You were going to run it together and compete with Tommy’s.” Michael explained. He watched his dad flinch as a tear fell down his cheek. Michael searched the clutter until he found a small bottle of golden liquid. Attached to the cap was a cotton white cloth. He carefully opened the bottled and poured some of the sweet smelling liquid onto the fabric.

“Here.” He said and gently pressed the cloth against his father’s cheek. Dad reached up and took the cloth from Michael, silently whispering a thank you before scavenging through more of Tubbo’s old belongings.

“What’s that?” He asked, pointing to an old Walkman. Michael’s heart cracked as he leaned over to pick it up. His dad used to listen to it all of the time. He’d burst into Michael’s room unannounced doing stupid dances and singing along to the lyrics of random love songs. Sometimes he’d share the headphones with Michael and they’d sit on his bed and listen to his favorite mixtapes together.

“That’s dad’s old Walkman. You gave it to him as a present. You were always giving him things.” Michael felt warm tears crawl down the sides of his cheeks. “He listened to it all the time.” Michael opened the machine and pulled out the playlist that had been left inside. It had a sticker that read, “Ranboo’s Recommended” written in sharpie. Michael put the tape back in the Walkman and placed it on the floor. He felt like a vulture, picking at all of these mementos of the past dragged out like the entails of a ghost. He swallowed a sore lump and brushed off some of the tears.

He watched his father pick up a small black box and open int. Inside wear a pair of wedding bands. Dad plucked one from the box and examined It closely. He was quiet for a while before turning to Michael.

“How did it happen?” He asked longingly. Michael looked to the floor as guilt stabbed his heart. He knew this was coming. He took a deep breath and locked eyes with his father.

“It was an accident.” He lied. “I ran away from home after an argument. I went to some cliffs far north. Dad found me, but it was raining and the edge of the cliff was slippery.” More half truths. Michael hated recounting the story this way, but he’d seen what telling the truth did to his father. If he were to even mention the man’s name, his father’s eyes would rolled over to a dark purple and he would start speaking in a scary language that Michael didn’t understand. He was never violent in that state, but he was a danger to himself what with the crying and clawing. Michael couldn’t watch his dad go through that again. Lying was the only way to get through this.

Dad reached over and took Michael’s hand.

“It wasn’t your fault.” He said in a reassuring tone despite the pain behind his eyes. Michael faked a small smile in response. Dad had no right to say that. He didn’t know the whole story. He didn’t know that Michael was a pawn in god’s rigged game of chess. That he played bait to the vengeful villain. Guilt tore him apart from the inside like a rabies-crazed dog, still, Michael gave his father a nod of acceptance in response to keep up the illusion.

His father held his gaze for a few moments longer before looking back to the clutter of memories on the floor around them.

“I may not remember all the things we did, but I remember him. I remember his voice. His smile. His eyes. His laugh. I just don’t-” Dad cut himself off as his voice finally broke and he started to cry. Michael gave his hand a reassuring squeeze. “I just don’t know how I could ever forget.” He said as his body writhed in pain from the tears he couldn’t hold back. Dad held the cloth up to his face, but some of the tears trickled onto his hand, causing him wince in more pain. All Michael could do was hold his other hand.

They would sit here like this for hours. Day by day. Remembering all of the things they used to do together as a family. Dad would cry, and Michael would do his best to take care of him. Then, after all of the tears they would pack up Tubbo’s belongings and place them gently back into the chest. Dad would say that he’s too tired to do anything and Michael would nod in sympathy. Dad would stay in bed for the rest of the day and Michael would go back down to the first floor, all alone.

He would spend the day cleaning and gardening. Sometimes people stopped by baring gifts and pitied expressions. Sometimes dad would leave his room only to ask, “where’s the bathroom?” or “do we have coffee?”. Sometimes they’d talk for a bit before dad wondered back up to his room like a confused zombie. The sun would go down and Michael would make sure his dad was asleep before heading to bed himself. Michael would sit at the edge of his bed and cry before pulling the yellow baby blanket close to his face and falling asleep. The next day he would wake up to the familiar dull buzz of his morning routine.

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💎💍TO CATCH A THIEF💍💎

Prompt: Inspired by the song: To Catch A Thief by Lovage

Word Count: Really Long, girl 😩

Pairings: 1930’s Mob! Roman Reigns x Reader

Warnings: Cursing, smut (implied), murder, manipulation.

Tagging: @ziasaph , @marlananicole , @akiko-tanaka , @nicolewoo , @saccreigns , @mindofasagittaruis , @reigns-5sos , @auawdo , @lustyromantic , @babydee17 , @yungbludjazz360

Notes: As cliche as it sounds, I’m a truly lover of music and love different genres. I love to be able to show different types of bands/ projects/ music that sometimes people might not even know exists. So this little fic is inspired by one of my favorite music projects EVER: LOVAGE (it has Mike Patton on it, so of course I would love it! The man has been my musician crush since I was 9 years old! And he’s amazing, so). Y’all know the drill loves,sorry for misspellings,english isn’t my first language (bla bla bla),check out my other stories if you’d like to(it would make your girl here very happy 😊) You can check them out on my Masterlist. Okay,now let’s get to the fun part, shall we? Hope you’ll enjoy 😉

Of course I’ve heard of them and of course they’ve caught my interest! The Reigns’s and Uso’s were one of the biggest gangsters families among the USA, who were responsible for the biggest robberies across the country.

The current rumors spreading around the neighborhood swore they were here, hiding from the authorities, in our small little town.

And I would give anything to meet one of them. As the daughter of a prostitute, my only fate was to follow my mother’s footsteps but I am more ambitious than that! The only way to prosper in life is to be completely feared. Be feared not respected as Machiavelli himself taught. And I know, for a fact that, that is completely true! Growing up in the red light neighborhood had proved to be quite the life lesson, actually. ‘Don’t trust the police’, ‘Make alliances with criminals’, ‘Trust no one’, ‘Don’t snitch’, ‘You never hear or see anything’, ‘Mind your own business’, ‘Don’t allow people to mind YOUR business’, ‘Show no emotions’, ‘Always be smarter than your enemies’, were a few of those rules. People think that, for a woman to be perfectly successful in the 1930’s she needs to be a trophy wife, nothing more than a beautiful face with zero brains and a pair of open legs to a rich husband. But they are wrong! You see, any woman can use her beauty and charm to manipulate and conquer whatever she wants, but she can only maintain that manipulation power if she’s smart enough. I’ve had the town mayor, Mr. Heyman, gift me a beautiful diamond crown (that originally was meant to be his wife’s birthday present) just with some charm and sweet nothings whispered to him. I didn’t needed to warm his bed for it, I just had to be smart enough to understand his weaknesses and say the right words! I know what I want, so I get it, and believe me when I say: I will have Roman Reigns all to myself.

Things were disappearing in my neighborhood

Once again somebody was up to no good

I saw that you were wanted, but not like I wanted you

And that's when I knew I had to be with you

And that's when I knew if I didn't, I'd be through

To end my grief I'd have to catch a thief

Your love was my relief my love is your release.

Ah! Mayor Heyman’s high society ‘charity gala balls’ (aka meet your husband’s new mistress), were the most futile yet amusing events of this town. I wasn’t a high society woman, economically speaking but again I’m good at saying the right things to the right people. So it’s no surprise to see my name in the mayor’s guest list.

I entry the big doors of the city hall wearing my most recently acquisition: an emerald green velvet dress (gifted by the Senator John), my high heels (Another gift from Mr. Smith, the banker) and my hand purse (from the all so lovely Mayor Heyman)...Speak of the Devil.

“Y/N” He greeted

“Oh, Mayor Heyman. What an honor” I smiled sweetly

“Believe me, it’s my honor, dear” He kisses my hand in an flirtatious way. And it’s a good thing I’m great at keeping my gag reflex in control.

“Oh please, I’m the one who has to thank you for always reminding little old me for your tremendously chic events. I can’t express my gratitude enough for you always having so much compassion in your heart!” I scoot closer to him, slightly fixing his tie “It is such a shame that you’re a married man, mayor Heyman, I would have loved to be your wife” I whispered softly

He gulped “I can change that” He smirked

“Oh please, mayor!” I stepped back with a offended look on my face “As a Christian woman, I cannot support divorce! That is some type of thinking that will lead us directly back to sodom and gomorrah! I can’t believe you just said that to me” I make the sign of the cross

“I am so sorry, Y/N it was not my intention-“

“I am not a prostitute or a home wrecker, mayor Heyman! I am a woman devoted to the Lord and I will not accept or tolerate that type of language or insinuations towards me!”

“I am deeply sorry Y/N, I truly am! Let me make it up to you. Here” He fastly signed a blank check “Please take this”

“I can’t” I whisper, pretending embarrassment

“Please, Y/N! It’s the least I can do. You can use it for whatever you want, no matter the price. I could never offend you! You’re such an amazing woman. Please accept it!” His pleading eyes let me know I had him hooked.

I ‘reluctantly’ accepted “Well, thank you, so much” I murmur with tears upon my eyes

“No, I’m the one who has to thank you, for dismissing my ogre behavior” He smiled “I’ll leave you now, so you can fix your makeup”

“Thank you, mayor Heyman”

Once he’s out of my sight, I can drop the naïve girl routine.

“Impressive” A deep male voice spoke from behind me

When I turn around, my knees almost failed me... it was him.

“I beg your pardon?” I ask

“The little stunt you just did with the mayor, was truly impressive. I swear that if I didn’t saw you get out of your naïve christian woman character I would have one hundred percent believed too” He smirked

“Mr. Reigns. That’s a compliment coming from you”

“You know who I am”

I shrugged “I’ve heard a few things here and there”

He gets closer to me, until our faces almost touched

“Yeah? Tell me, Y/N. That’s your name right?” He asked and I nodded

“What have you heard, Y/N?”

“How your the head of the table on your family’s business” I mumbled

“How does a woman like you, know about my family’s business, Y/N?” He walks forward, making me step back until I my back reached a closed door.

“I was raised on the streets”

Roman’s eyebrows raise in surprise “Really? You don’t seem like the streets type” He said, caressing my cheek.

“I had to learn how to be more polished if I didn’t wanted to become a hooker”

“I see” He buried his nose on my neck, inhaling deeply my perfume as his hands rested on my waist “And I imagine your perfume is also a result from a similar scene with the mayor” Roman whispered in my ear

“The senator not the mayor” I cackled

He amusingly laughs on my ear “You have friends in high places, huh?” His hands moved up, cupping my breasts through the dress

“People use what they have, Mr. Reigns” I look into his eyes “You use you intimidating strength” I squeeze his biceps “And I use my womanly charm” I batted my lashes “They’re both means to an end”

Come into my window

It's open every night

That's where I'll be waiting

I'll keep off all the lights

I'm lying on my bed

Crown jewels on my head

The loud knocks on my front door made me quickly get up. Going down the stairs I can see a tall manly figure waiting for me to come and answer. I grab my Colt 1908 Pocket Hammerless gun from the little drawer on my cupboard.

Placing my finger on the trigger I opened the door.

“Yes?” I ask harmlessly

“Mrs. Y/N?” The tall Samoan man asked

I nodded once

“My name is Jey and I’m here in behalf of Mr. Reigns”

I nodded again

“Why don’t you come and take a ride with me?” Jey coldly smiled

I'd never give you up

So come in from the cold, let your guard down

I'd hide you from the cops

Don't be frightened now my love

I'll take the life of crime, all to make you mine

The hotel room is big, fancy and very expensive by the looks of it. If I had to take a lucky guess, I would say that he’s not paying for anything in here, it is all a curtesy from the mayor.

“I’m glad you came” Roman smiles

“Did I had a choice?” I tilted my head

“No, you didn’t” He chuckled “Can I offer you anything to drink?”

“Are you going to drug me if I say yes?” I joke

“Depends on your answer to my proposal” He smirked

“Proposal?”

“Yes” Roman got up from his chair coming to stand in front of me

“You see, Y/N. You’re a very, very interesting woman. Ambitious, smart, charming, intelligent and gorgeous. You’re not easily scared, in fact, it looks like you enjoy danger” He pulled me closer to him, until our bodies were pressed together “I could use a woman like you in my business. At the gala ball you told me about your goals in life and I could see with my own eyes you successfully work your magic on every men in that room. So, what I propose to you is: come with me, I’m leaving town tomorrow and I would like for you to come with me, be a part of my team, use your looks and your brain to our favor.”

“And what’s in it for me?” I asked

“Money, power, jewels...Anything you want” He sincerely said

“What if I would like to add you to that package?” I whispered

Come in off that roof top

You're so handsome dressed in black

See you in the shadows

I'd like to see you on your back

Take this precious treasure

And I will treasure you

Roman smirked “So be it! If you want me too, then you can have me”

He leaned down, capturing my lips in a famished kiss. Pushing me down on the bed, his broad body hovering over mine, grinding, kissing, biting, panting, pounding and moaning until the first rays of sunshine from the next day peaked through the curtains...

6 MONTHS LATER

“What do you say about we take a drink, Mrs. Reigns?” Tony, my husband’s arch enemy and Capo of the Italian Mob asked

“I would love to” I smile sweetly as I hook my arm in his. Going to the back alley.

“I figured it was already time for you to leave that husband of yours for a real man, you know? And I knew you would come to me, sugar” Tony winked

“You’re right, Tony. I do need a real man” I smirked to the shadows when the gun fired.

Tony’s body fell down by my side on the dirty alley street

“But you didn’t thought you were that man, right?” I cackled

Roman’s arm circle around my waist, pulling me closer to him.

“Hello Tony” He smiled “Did you really thought you could have her?” Roman chuckled “C’mon, we both know she’s too much of a woman for you! You can’t handle it! I bet you’re regretting to have thought with your dick now, don’t you?”

“She will leave you eventually Reigns. Just wait for it!” Tony spat

I pressed my high heel on his chest wound, pressing it down and making Tony scream in agony

“You watch your mouth, you fucking fat pig! You know nothing, you ARE NOTHING! I would never leave Roman for you” I laugh “I will never leave him for anyone” I smile at him, aiming to his head and pressing the trigger right afterwards.

We'll run away my dear

Some place special have no fear

We'll even change our names

We'll be kinky, we'll be strange

I'll take the life of crime, all to make you mine

All to catch a thief

Your love is my relief, my love is your release

Your love is my relief, my love is your release

All to catch a thief

“You are perfect” Roman whispered, kissing me vigorously in front of Tony’s dead body. “C’mon. Let’s get out of here” He opened the passenger door of his Rolls Royce and I enter it.

Once we’re driving through the highway he says

“I can’t wait for us to get to the hotel” Roman kisses my hand, intertwining our fingers “I’m going to fuck you senseless” He growls

And I can’t help the happiness smile that spreads on my lips..

[hogwartsmarvelmommy]

Burnt to a crisp. H.H

Honestly, I have no idea how to use tumbler yet, and patience is not my strong suite. 

Anyway this is a one-shot I wrote on my watpad. 

Enjoy. 

Also this is dirty, so smut warning

Masterlist

I felt the sting on my back as soon as it touched the couch cushion. "Ow," I groaned. Immediately sitting back up to relieve some of the pain. I had applied sunblock so many times during the earlier hours of the day, but the later it got, the more I forgot, and the burn that was hot and burning on my back was showing for it. 

"Is there any aloe anywhere?" I asked Harry who was sprawled out on the love seat. I had met Harry barely a week ago, but had quickly become quite close with him, he was the one who had invited me out on the boat for the day. Of course many of our mutual friends were also there so I was more than excited to join. Now the sun was going down, and Harry and I had come back up to the hotel room to get away from our rather drunk friends that were still out either on the docked boat or in the hotel bar. 

"I can look love, but I highly doubt it," Harry told me, getting up from his seat. I watched as he rummaged around the hotel's cupboards before turning and shaking his head no at me. "I'll just rub some ice on it," he said, grabbing a bucket of ice that was set on the counter and walking over to the couch. I turned and leaned forward to give him access to my burnt back, the only thing on it was a tied string from my bikini, otherwise my skin was exposed to him. "I'm gonna untie this, yeah?" He asked as he pulled the string, not letting me respond, or prepare myself. I grabbed my chest holding the small triangles of fabric against my chest so my boobs didn't get uncovered. He must have noticed me scrambling to keep myself covered, "sorry," he chuckled as he pressed the ice to my upper back. It was cold but felt nice on my burnt skin. He started to slowly rub the ice along my back, melting and trailing down the entirety of my exposed skin. 

"That feels good," I told him, it came out with more of a moan than I had meant for it to. 

"Oh," was all that I heard him mumble from behind me. He continued to run the ice over my back. He placed his hand on my hip as he shifted himself onto his knees. "I'm going to undo this one so I can do your shoulders," he told me as he untied the top string of my bikini. I was left with only my hands holding up the fabric over my boobs. "You burnt bad darling," he whispered, the close proximity of his voice and breath to my ear startled me. 

"I know," I sighed, enjoying the cold feeling of the water dripping down my chest. 

"How far forward does it go?" He asked me. I looked down to see my exposed cleavage burnt as well as my stomach. 

"My whole body, besides what my suit covered, is burnt,” I told him. He stood up and walked in front of me. 

“I can do the front too, if you'd like,” He told me, a smirk on his face, I nodded and leaned back onto the cushion, still holding my boobs. He slowly ran the ice cube over my exposed stomach, before moving it back upwards towards my chest. “Can you move your hands?” He asked me, his eyebrows raised, knowing very well I could not move them or my top would fall completely off of me. 

“My top will fall,” I reminded him. 

“So?” He asked, a dangerous lust filled smirk on his lips. I felt my lips turn up in a smile and a blush spread across my cheeks. I let my hands fall from my chest, my top staying in place, since I was laying back. Harry reached forward pulling the fabric from my skin. His eyes got wide and I could see him take in a deep breath while biting at his lip. He continued to run the ice on my burnt skin, the cool water cascading down my chest and over my boobs. I closed my eyes, enjoying the feeling, his fingers suddenly brushed my erect nipple. 

“Harry,” I gasped, the ice in his fingers was cold and I was not expecting the sudden feeling.

“Say the word and I'll stop,” Harry told me. I opened my eyes and was surprised with how close he was to me. I didn't want him to stop, I had feelings for him, that much was obvious. Now sitting here, in a compromising position, with him so close to me, his soft brown lust filled eyes looking into mine while his curly hair cascaded over the frame of his face, I could not form any words. So I did the only logical thing I could think of. I leaned up and pressed my lips into his, a sudden heat taking over both of us. He cupped my cheek with his hand and grabbed my exposed thigh lifting it so my legs could easily around his waist as he lowered himself to me. His bare chest felt nice and cold pressed against my naked chest. My hands snaked around his neck pulling him more into me, not wanting this moment to end. 

He slowly ran his hand from my mid thigh down, getting dangerously close to my core, I let out a moan into his lips. It must have given him a push of confidence because with one swift movement, both sides of strings that had held my bottoms to my skin were suddenly untied and useless. 

He moved his lips from mine, giving me a much needed breath of air, and he continued to kiss and nip at my neck, surely leaving small marks that would be lovely to try and hide from our friends tomorrow. 

“Mm mm, Harry,” I let out as he pushed against me, the growing bulge in his swim trunks pressing against my aching core. 

“Say it again, darling,” He told me as he moved the bathing suit from where he sat on my skin and ran his fingers up and down my already soaking slits. 

“Fuck, Harry,” I said, my voice practically begging for him to touch me. He looked up at me and smiled before sliding one finger in slowly and placing his thumb on my clit, making wonderful movements. My back arched off the couch as he curled his fingers up, hitting exactly where he needed to. I could feel myself start to tighten as he moved his fingers in and out and he must have too. 

“Not yet,” He said sternly as he removed his fingers and stood up, the sudden lack of his fingers making me whine. He yanked his shorts down, revealing his very hard and aching cock. He stroked it a couple times before lowering himself back down and lining it up at my entrance. He looked back up to me as if he was waiting for my OK, and I nodded to him. He pushed in slowly at first, getting me used to him inside of me, and then after a few slow movements they became rough and harsh, causing moans and groans to leave both of our lips. He continued to thrust into me, my walls tightening around him and him twitching inside of me as we both reached our peaks, the once rhythmic thrusts, turning into sloppy slow ones as we rode it out. He dropped his head so he laid it on my naked chest, letting out deep fast breaths.   

“That was-” I started to say, as we heard the door unlock and both of our eyes grew wide as we jumped up and scrambled to the room Harry was staying in inside the hotel suite. Not making it before Tom and Harrison entered the room seeing just a glimpse of us as we slammed the door. 

“On the couch?” We heard Harrison ask. 

“Seriously mate? You have a bed,” Tom groaned. 

Both Harry and I laughed at the flustered boys behind the closed door. He placed his hand on my cheek before leaning down and connecting our lips. 

This was sure to be the start of something magical.

[muffindaddystyles]

HUSBAND!HARRY HEADCANONS (NSFW+)

He'd be an excited puppy at his wedding day. Getting emotional to an extent he'd stutter his vows only to shove his face into his palms out of shyness and hug you making everyone laugh and hoot.

At the after party would be pulling you close by wrist whispering dirty things and sweet nothings not forgetting to mention of Mr/Mrs. Styles each time.

Danced and drink his arse off making you sneak with the whines that he can't wait anymore to take you instead knacker out the moment he touches the mattress.

Would apologise in the morning with room service, his mouth and fingers.

Would be smothering you in loud wet kisses when you'd dress up to go outside with him.

Wouldn't be able to keep his hands to himself even in public and steal pecks when no-one's watching. The whole time lacing his fingers in between yours, swaying them when walking through streets of italy and kissing each knuckle with a smile worming up.

You would drag him to local food stalls and have an eating competition with him. In the end when you'd get too lazy would be all pouty and doe eyes asking him to pick you up.

Alot of love making. Like alot it would make you cancel plans of next day.

Lazying around the suite in Styles embroidered robes.

He'd have flowers bought to you every morning. Pastel heart shaped boxes of different chocolates. He's too romantic. It rots your teeth.

Would have tea in the evening at hotel's balcony.

If you'd be two feets away from somewhere outside he'd call you "wifey/hubby" to gain your attention. The cocky bastard he's would point at you when everyone would smile at the new couple fondly.

You'd groan at the airport stomping your feet because he bulked up so much luggage due to his habit of drooling over every decoration piece, "'m sorry! Kay? I'll ask Jeff to figure something out." He'd give you sheepish smile and it always does wonders.

Coming back home you'd give eachother back rubs and shoulder messages which soon turns into a hard fuck.

He'd book spas for you stating he wishes that you don't find him a boring husband.

Would proudly introduce you to everyone as his life partner tucking you by his side knowing you get socially akward in the crowds.

Would help you in the kitchen in burning pots and pans squealing to have a run when you'd get grumpy. Would come to bed after scrubbing them nicely and you'd jump in his lap telling it's okay and rewarding him with kisses.

The first big fight you'd have would lit up from the stupidest reason. Could be from fact he didn't like the fictional character you love so much and you mock him that he always does this leading it to a huge fight that he doesn't love you. Making him sleep at the couch only to crawl to him in the wee of night and he'd just sprawl his arm for you to cuddle into him without a word.

Would look at lil toddlers and wrap his arms around you, chin on your shoulder exclaiming "we'll make beautiful babies one day too."

Would help you in laundry moreso his opportunity to stare your ass and tease you. Making you sit at the dryer to watch you thrash with vibrations while he does nothing but kiss you everywhere except where you need him most to annoy you.

Would sternly tell you to give a resign to your job as they treat you bad.

Would ask someone in his rich friends circle for your job and it would be the cause of your guys first serious fight where you don't talk to him for days, then when you'll cry softly in his arms "do you think 'm not capable of getting a job that you'd have to ask your friends?" So innocently it breaks his heart and he smooches kisses at your forehead with sorrys that it wasn't his intention at all.

Would have lavender and salt baths running for eachother after a hectic day.

Would share excited news with eachother first.

He'd make you listen his songs and would be all giddy fumbling with the hem of your cardigan. When you'd sob his head would perk up like a pup and he'd wipe your tears only for you to ask, "Wait. How did you write such a sad breakup song? We had our fights but they weren't thatttt serious." Then he'd just slip under duvet to hide and you'd throw it away slithering up his chest to suffocate him. "Harry!!! You bitch I'll kill you!!" He'd just laugh out loud trying to cup your cheeks and kiss you.

Would drag you late nights to have ice-cream parlour visits.

When he'd get sick would make you stay with him in bed all day. Follow you to kitchen wrapped in blankets and when you'd scold would slump. Look so cute with those teary eyes it's hard to ignore him.

Would give you mischievous glare and dimpled smile while writing from Mr and Mrs Styles on presents or something to gift.

He could be very messy and dirty sometimes. You'd throw his soggy socks at his face from the floor and he'd just dodge them with a snarky retort.

You guys would gossip with eachother while watching telly. He'd have imaginary feuds with your rude co-workers and would snap his finger while chewing on pringles in a loud voice, "Brent and Vroe are fucking. Mark my words."

When you'd scream "Harry Styles I hate you!" He'd just grin from far smacking a flying kiss. "Too bad darlin' ye're stuck with your enemy."

He'd try to be the best husband for you because when Harry loves someone he loves with each drop of his blood.

When you'd be away from home for sometime and come back to surprise him finding your house a cluster fuck he'd be like "don't be mad. I know I'm too lazy and it's a bummer.'

On the wedding anniversary he'd try to be the most romantic. Making you count each day to the amount you'd get annoyed.

Would have a tattoo for you inked on himself.

While trying to have a baby he'd be the filthiest. Would keep your legs raised and when you'd whine would sush with you kisses.

Fuck you in every corner of the house to claim you his's with marks and love bites, "do you think we did this time?" He'd huff face hidden in the crook of your neck.

Make brekkies and have dances when the vinyl is on low hum.

Would take you to Taylor Swift's concerts knowing how much you love her. Have a blast and would give you a piggie ride when it ends.

He'd look sick from anxiousness while taking pregnancy test and when it comes out positive would shrink like a shrimp and sob out loud instead of hugging you. You'd just roll your eyes laying beside him taking his face and making him look at him, "We're pregnant." His nose red and cheeks stained. "We are." You'd grin kissing him.

Next morning you'd be treated with delcious brekkie, a nice sloppy morning sex, in the shower too and a bouquet of flower with a note "To the mother of my baby."

He'd record everything on his camera roll. Each day. Your routine. Your bump. With his side cheeky commentary, "Hi me lil bunny look you're growing. Can't wait to have you in me arms. Mama's glowin'."

Would take maternity break for himself to be with you through these months.

Would gobble junk with you knowing you'd be guilty afterwards.

Would massage your feet before sleeping, fill hot water bottles, and have a whole night stand's cupboard full of your night cravings.

"How Chelsea sounds?" He'd quip from behind the baby names book, "I can't tell if you're serious." You'd blink and when his expressions remains same you'd cry. "Harry you love Chelsea boots so much doesn't mean you could name your child that!!" Then it turns into a long lecture. "Yeah, can't wait for our baby boy to be named Tom Ford cause his daddy's favourite perfume–" But he shut you up with a soft kiss and murmurs to relax.

He'd have his babies feet imprints inked on his bicep. (Sobs he'd be that kind of a dad)

Would be stoic on his descion to build all of his baby's furniture himself.

Would come up with creative ideas for baby shower.

When doctors would call him to cut the cord he'd be shivering and would probably knock his knees at the sight.

He'd be dressing up his kids in matching outfits as him. It would be super cute!!

You'd complain that he bribes his kids to drift to his side but he'd just make sure to let you know how lucky he's to have you. The person who gives him reason to live every day and his anchor.

He probably would be an embarrassing dad.

His daughter's friend's would tell her how hot he's and she'd tell him as a gossip.

He'd tease his son if he'd catch him masturbating on accident, "No worries buddy we all do it."

Ok this's the only I could think of right now. Feel free to add more with reblogs !!!! Wanna hear all of yours cause I'm bored lol.

[temilyrights]

resisting you was always impossible (temily)

Summary: Tara Lewis x Emily Prentiss. Emily and Tara are forced to spend the night in a motel when a storm hits. (oh no there’s only one bed).

Word Count: 2k

A/N: This is my first fic that doesn't include a reader and I'm proud. I was forced to write this because there just aren't enough Temily fics, and I'm completely obsessed with them (also would like to marry them both pls and ty<3) Please let me know what you think! I'm hoping to write for them more in the future :)

Read on AO3

Emily swore under her breath as she pushed her way into the motel room, her clothes and hair were absolutely drenched, and she was currently rethinking every single life decision that had led her to where she was now.

Stuck in a motel room.

with only one bed.

with the ONLY person that she’d been trying to avoid getting into any situation with that blurred the lines of professionalism.

“Oh, thank god, we’ve got towels.” Tara sighed in relief, grabbing the ratty towels from the cupboard as Emily shut the door.

She chucked one in Emily’s direction and used the other to squeeze the water from her hair as she made her way over to her go-bag she’d dropped onto the table.

She looked over her shoulder at Emily, who stood frozen, and frowned. “You okay, Prentiss?”

Emily cleared her throat and made to squeeze the water out of her own hair. “Yeah.”

Tara snorted and turned back to the bag. She rested the towel on her shoulder to free up her hands. She unzips the bag and rummages through for a moment before pulling out an old band t-shirt. She turns around and holds it up for Emily to inspect.  “This okay? It’s about all I’ve got.”

“Pardon?” Emily frowned.

“You need something to change into unless you plan on catching hypothermia and considering you didn’t have your go-bag in the SUV, you’re stuck with my clothes.”

Emily struggles to breathe. “Right.” She nods, “Uh, yeah. That’s fine.”

She steps forwards and takes the shirt from Tara. “Thanks, I’m gonna...” She points in the direction of the bathroom and without waiting for a response quickly disappears.

Once the door is shut behind her Emily proceeds to quietly freak the fuck out.

Of course, it was her luck that a storm would hit on their drive back from interviewing a perp at Arizona state prison (who they suspected of being connected to their current case). The rain was so bad Emily could hardly see the road and Tara had suggested stopping for the night and picking back up in the morning when the rain would have hopefully calmed.

Which was a smart idea, but Emily had protested up until the point the car slid and nearly drove off the side of the road.

With anyone else, this situation would be annoying but fine.

But Emily’s heart fluttered stupidly around Tara and she’d taken to telling herself multiple times a day that she was Tara’s boss and that nothing could happen.

It wasn’t helping.

“Suck it up, Prentiss.” She told herself. She’d taken down serial killers; she could handle an inconvenient crush.

Emily stripped out of her clothes, leaving only her underwear on, which thankfully hadn’t been soaked through because honestly, Emily didn’t know how she would have coped if she had had to ask Tara for some. She hung the clothes over the side of the bath to dry and slipped on Tara’s T-shirt.

It was an old Rolling Stones one, and despite her and Tara’s height difference, it barely covered her ass.

“Perfect.” She muttered, and with one last look in the shitty motel mirror, Emily opened the door and stepped back into the bedroom.

And then proceeded to nearly have a stroke.

Because Emily was painfully aware of how attractive Tara was, but she was totally not prepared to see her very long, very beautiful legs. She was wearing a vest top along with short sleep shorts, and it was just a lot of beautiful skin.

“You okay, Prentiss?” Tara asked for the second time that night, with a smirk that Emily desperately wanted to kiss off her face.

“Yeah, I, uh,” Emily scrambled for something to say, “I tried phoning Rossi to let him know what happened but there’s no cell reception.”

“I’m sure they’ll figure it out. We can leave early tomorrow so we can be back at the station for nine.” Tara said as she leant down to grab something from where it rested on the bed.

Emily managed to avert her eyes from Tara’s legs just before the women straightened up and met her gaze. She held out a chocolate bar. “Want this?”

“You have food? You’re a godsend.” Emily praised, happily accepting the bar and chucking her phone onto the bed in the process. They’d been planning on grabbing dinner when they’d gotten back to the hotel, which obviously hadn’t happened. There was no way they were going to be able to order food in this weather and Emily hadn’t eaten since lunchtime.

“Of course, you don’t keep snacks in your go-bag?” Tara’s brows raised in disbelief.

“No, but I will be from now on because that’s genius.”

Tara chuckled. “It’s not a lot. Just that chocolate bar, some trail mix, and a few nutrition bars, but they’re great for emergencies.” Tara’s lips spread into a smirk, her eyes dancing. “And apparently warding off hangry Prentiss’”

Emily scoffed. “I don’t get hangry.”

“Oh, yes you do.” Tara cackled, taking a step closer to her.

“No, I don’t!”

“Sorry, but you do.”

“I do not! Take it back!” Emily ordered, stepping forward to jab a finger at Tara.

“It’s okay Prentiss, a lot of people do.” Tara’s voice lowered, that irritating smirk still painting her lips.

“Yeah, well I’m not a lot of people!” Emily rebutted and knew her face was heating up from her proximity to Tara.

Their breath was practically mingling, and Emily desperately needed to step away. To end whatever this was.

“Oh, I’m very much aware,” Tara said in a way that couldn’t be misconstrued as anything other than flirting. Her eyes dropped to Emily’s lips as her fingers brushed her chin, angling Emily’s head upwards, bringing her mouth dangerously close to hers.

Emily couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think, couldn’t do anything but stare deeply into Tara’s eyes. They twinkled but there was a softness behind them, her grip was gentle on Emily’s chin giving her plenty of chance to pull away, but Emily couldn’t remember any of the reasons she should.

So, instead, she nudged her head forward and met Tara’s lips.

And Tara kissed just like she did everything else, with precision, care, and passion. Emily’s hands threaded through Tara’s hair as Tara’s hands ran down her back.

The first sweep of Tara’s tongue had Emily whimpering. Even if she was thinking clearly, she wouldn’t have been able to name a single person who’d even turned her into putty this quickly.

Emily kissed back with everything she had, fighting Tara’s tongue for dominance as they stumbled back towards the bed.

They both breathed heavily as they separated, Tara sat down on the bed and tugged Emily into her lap. Her hands ran down Emily’s side, settling on her hips. Tara stared at her with soft eyes and swollen lips and Emily thought she was the most beautiful thing in the whole world.

But as she stared at Tara her mind began to clear and the full reality of what Emily had just done hit her like a ton of bricks.

“Oh god.”  Emily gasped, eyes widening in horror. “Shit. No. Fuck. Oh god.” She scrambled out of Tara’s lap and off the bed, moving to the other side of the room to put as much space between them as possible.

“We can’t- I shouldn’t have- I-” Emily blew out a breath as she struggled to find what to say. Tara just stared at her confusion and hurt shining in her eyes.

“I’m your boss.” Emily settled on, looking at Tara with desperate eyes. “We can’t do that. We can’t be...” It hurt more than it should have. She could feel her heart cracking.

Tara stood up and approached Emily. “It’ll be okay. There are plenty of agents that have dated while being on the same team.”

Emily shook her head, “I’m your boss. It’s different. There are rules in place for a reason-”

Tara scoffed, “Yeah because of Rossi.” She tried to reach for Emily’s hand, but Emily just swatted her away. “Really, Em?” Her eyes flashed with hurt. “Look, I understand it’s not an ideal situation but are you telling me that you’re just going to be able to forget about what just happened?”

“It doesn’t matter. We’re both professionals. We don’t need to make a big deal out of this.” Emily said mostly to herself. Trying to convince herself that she hadn’t just fucked things up.

“Right. Fine.” Tara muttered, not able to hide the way it hurt. She shook her head and made to step away, but Emily’s hand flew out to stop her.

“Wait.” She waited until Tara met her eyes before releasing her wrist. “I’m sorry. I didn’t want to hurt or upset you. I shouldn’t have let myself get sucked in. I should have stepped away instead of kissing you.”

Emily wanted to make this better, to get that sad look off of Tara’s face.

Tara sighed, “It’s fine, Emily. Let’s just eat and then go to bed. It’s late and I’m tired.”

It was barely 8 o’clock but Emily didn’t want to argue so instead she nodded her head.

The tension when they ate made Emily want to scream. They spoke strictly about the team, keeping the conversation light, and steadily avoiding brushing hands as they shared the bag of trail mix. It was more exhausting than the whole of Emily’s week combined.

By the time she crawled into bed, Emily was ready to hide under the covers and not come out for at least a week. She hated to think of what the next girls’ night would be like...

Tara turned the lights off, plunging the room into darkness before sliding into the bed. “Night.” She murmured.

“Goodnight.”

Emily rolled onto her side, facing away from the other women and tried to fall asleep.

The silence lasted for barely fifteen minutes before Tara sat back up, turned the lamp on and said, “You know what, It’s not fine.”

Emily rolled back over and sat up, wincing at the frustration in Tara’s face.

“You feel something too, right? This wasn’t just about sex. There’s something between us and I don’t want to ignore it just because of some bullshit fraternisation rules that only exist because Rossi is incapable of keeping it in his pants.”

“There are rules for a reason. What if something was to happen in the field, I wouldn’t be able to be objective. If I had to discipline you for a reason it would fuck with our relationship, and plus it would mess with your career if people knew you were sleeping with the boss.” Emily closed her eyes, blowing out a breath before looking at Tara with a pained smile. “I feel it too, okay? I-”

“Then stop fighting it,” Tara ordered. “I don’t care about any of that. We’ll make it work because I really like you Emily and I’m so tired of pretending I don’t.”

Emily’s body melted. Tara reached out and caressed her cheek causing Emily’s eyes to flutter close as she leaned into the contact.

“Let’s just give us a chance,” Tara whispered.

Emily opened her eyes, looking at Tara with adoration and love...because that’s what it was. It wasn’t an inconvenient crush or simple infatuation; Emily had fallen in love with Tara and there was no way of fighting that without breaking her own heart and possibly Tara’s in the process.

Emily steeled herself with a deep breath. “Okay.”

Tara’s eyes lit up in delight and Emily found the sight adorable.

“But we have to stay professional at work.”

“Yes, boss.” Tara teased before leaning in and meeting Emily in a soft kiss.

Emily hummed against her lips, “You’re gonna be the end of me, Tara Lewis.”

Tara chuckled, “Not if I can help it.”

She leaned back in and met Emily’s lips. After a few minutes, Emily groaned causing Tara to pull away with an amused look. “What?”

“I’m just imagining the teasing I’m going to receive from Rossi and JJ when they find out.”

“Well, let’s not think about that now.” She kissed Emily again.

“Yeah, you got a better idea?” Emily hummed in between kisses.

“I’ve got a few.”

Emily slid her hand up to Tara’s neck, dragging her in close and kissing the smirk off her face. Tara mewed and Emily just kissed her deeper, dragging her body down to hers and letting the rest of the world fade away as she focused solely on the beautiful woman on top of her.

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[imma-fan]

You Said You Wouldn’t Tell // Kim Yugyeom

{It has been a minute so, I apologize if this is awful}

The door closed behind you. Your stomach dropped, looking around the empty hotel room. The bed was untouched, the white fabric tightly and professionally covered what was most likely a filthy mattress. The a/c loudly pushed ice cold air into the room, adding to your discomfort. The lights were all left on. He must of left in a hurry. You make your way around the room, turning the lights off, closing the curtains, and lowering the a/c.

Now, all that illuminated the room was the lamp on the nightstand. Sitting on the firm bedding, the breath you hadn’t noticed you’d been holding in blew out swiftly. After months of the same routine, the shame and anxiety never fade. Perhaps it was the routine that caused anxiety to heat up your ears and face and the shame to turn your stomach upside down.

You checked the time on your phone. Time to get dressed. With a clenched jaw you headed to the closet, pushing the sliding door open, and grabbing the red gift bag that sat on the floor. You slid the door shut and made your way to the bathroom.

Your heart pounded against your chest and your thighs pressed together momentarily as you looked at the contents from the bag. This is when the anxiety turns to excitement. You stripped from your casual clothes and into the thin fabric you were gifted.

It was a soft pink lingerie set. The bra was simple, a small white bow in the middle of the cups. The panties matched, a small white bow right in the front, and a slit in the backside. You already knew where to look. Bending down, feeling the air on your backside, you opened the cupboard under the sink. You grabbed the red box, removed the contents, and bit your bottom lip as you placed the empty box and empty gift bag under the sink.

It’s crazy how quickly the anxiety and shame fade away once your mind is clouded by thoughts of him. You put on the headband, which had semi-realistic, fluffy, white cat ears attached. You wasted no time taking the small bottle of lubricant and placing it on the plug of the fluffy white cat tail. You bent yourself over and spread your cheeks apart, inserting the butt plug through that little slit in your panties. You felt the heat in your core as you clenched and unclenched around the plug. A hum left your lips as you stood straight up, you pulsated around the plug, the want developing in your core.

Looking in the mirror brought back that stomach turning shame. This isn’t normal.

You aren’t left with your thoughts for long as you hear the door of the hotel room open. You scramble to hide your clothes in the cupboard just in time to hear that voice. “Kitty, come out and play.” You chew on your tongue, counting to ten before opening the door. You let it swing open before crawling out on your hands and knees.

There he was. His tall body draped in all black clothing sat on the edge of the bed, waiting for you to come out. “You’re so cute.” He cooed as if you were an actual cat, his hand lifting your chin so you’d look up at him. You made eye contact with him from your spot on the floor, it’s crazy how he comes across as innocent when this is what he does behind closed doors.

You batted your eyelashes at him. You knew better than to speak. “Lay down, I’ll be back.” He hummed, patting the bed gently. He stood up as you crawled onto the bed, sitting on your knees, careful not to push the plug in any farther. Yugyeom headed to the bathroom to freshen up. You breathed out gently before getting into a new position, his favorite position. You turned so you faced the the headboard, laid your head on the bed, and tail in the air. You let your feet dangle off the edge of the bed and kept your arms and hands tucked under your chest.

With closed eyes you focus on the pleasurable feelings of the moment. Your eyes slowly opened as you heard his foot steps. Goosebumps rose where his slender fingers trailed up the back of your thigh. Your teeth sink into your bottom lip gently, wiggling your tail for him, he lets out a soft laugh. His fingers slid over your slit teasingly through the moistened pink fabric.

Without another word, Yugyeom maneuvers the panties off? careful not to tug the tail out. Once they are completely off, you wiggle your tail again. You hear him shuffle, pulling off his shirt. Your body was becoming uncomfortable with the lack of his touch, you move onto your back yourself. Knees to your chest but slightly spread apart, hands still tucked by your chest. Yugyeom eyes you over, a heat rises to your cheeks at the intensity of his stare on your pulsating sex. You sneak a glance at the tattoos on his pale body before he leans forward, his hands at either side of your hips.

Your lips part at the feeling of his warm tongue on your bundle of nervess. His hands on your hips raised the temperature of your body. Breathy moans slipped from your lips as Yugyeom read your body language, your pleasure growing as he perfected his actions.

You squirmed against his mouth best you could once you started feeling his tongue slow. You held back the urge to clamp your thighs together, letting his eyes view your wetness. Yugyeom stood straight up, only making eye contact once his lips turned up. That smirk of his was all you needed.

Slightly breathless, you change your position again. Face down, tail up. Your legs parted a bit more as you arched your back. “Cute, I didn’t even have to tell you this time.” You could practically hear his cocky little smirk.

The relief that came with his cock sliding into your wet hole caused your jaw to drop silently. You clenched the sheets, reminding yourself to keep your back arched. It was hard, so hard. Your eyes shut in pleasure, only to open them as his hand pulled at your hair.

Your body got over the exciting shock. You could finally let out the moans that had gotten stuck at the back of your throat. You moaned out a slew of profanities as he had his way with your soaking hole. His hold on your hair only seemed to get tighter as he went on.

Your moans, his heavy breathing, and the sound of flesh slapping together filled the hotel room. “Do it...c’mon...do it...” He whined through his heavy breaths. You hesitated, per usual.

He massage your bum with his free hand, just adding pleasure through the buttplug. He gave a quick yank to your hair. You did as he requested, at this point the pressure building in your core gave you the push . A cat-like mewl left your lips, you pushed your ass against his thrusts a few times.

The cat-like noises fell from your mouth, your only focus was the tightening of your core and his cock filling you up. “Fuck, you sound so good kitten...that’s it kitten...” he let go of your hair. Your eyes widened at the removal of the butt plug, a string of load moans poured out of you as his digits slipped into your asshole.

Your flesh began to stick as you sweat. A mix of moans and mewls left your lips. His heavy breathing soon turned to grunts. It was harder to keep yourself up. Your ass clenched around his fingers. His warm orgasm poured inside of you smoothly. Your eyes closed, you collapsed on your stomach, legs giving out as you were able to reach euphoria. Your body melted as you came down, slowly pulling yourself up.

The pulsation felt below the hips made you want to stay face first on the bed, but after a few breaths reality had come back to you. You swallowed down, still tipsy from your climax, you stumbled slightly as you stood and headed to the bathroom. It was easier to avoid looking at him at all when in this state.

The pleasure in your core was once again being replaced by the shame. Your skin was no longer hot due to the physical activity, it was burning from anxiety. Your heart pounded against your chest as you cleaned up and dressed. It was as if you were late to an important job interview, you scrambled to get yourself together.

“You still haven’t done it yet, huh?” His question made you sick to your stomach. You attempted to make a quick escape for the door yet, he grabbed your arm firmly. “Are you serious? You haven’t said anything?” He sounded disappointed.

Tears burned your eyes, your throat went dry, and you just looked at your feet. The rising anxiety grew as he let go. “I just...I can’t.” Talking felt as if you were swallowing sand paper.

“Here.” He handed you the envelope of cash. You looked at the white envelope in your hands, the shame grew into a pounding headache. The white envelope made the disgust within yourself grow, you fought back tears.

“You said you wouldn’t tell.” You swallowed down. You left before anymore could happen. You jogged to the elevator and finally let out a breath once yours were closed in. Tears fell despite your mental protest.

You jumped. Your phone rang in your back pocket.

Mark

You swallowed down, “Hey, baby.” You hummed happily into the phone, tears running down your face as you peaked at the cash in the envelope.