#~kei babble {ooc}~

[thexuntamed]

so i know i’ve been very MIA lately but I’ve been working on the blog *ahem* the NEW blog and i should be able to have it live in the next day or two!

[feraecor]

ya gurl is stuck with her wrist brace on today so typing is a bit hard but im gonna try to get those asks and some more blog stuff done in between cleaning

[futurefind]

//okie dokie gn........... again ;;w;;a thank yall for ur patience if my books not getting due new contents dropping in my games and if not that works devouring my entire day so dsghdshgdsgh

[casiia]

༉‧₊˚. — simon 'GHOST' riley; his girls.

warnings .: female reader, the SMALLEST bit of angst, just a lot of overly detailed domestic simon. baby daddy simon who is still in love with you! maybe ooc. unedited cuz :p

note .: ty baby suz for reading it over!! @dr4kenz <;33

.: masterlist.

baby daddy ! simon who walks with his daughter to school for her first day, he’s has her small disney-themed backpack tugged onto his shoulder, the straps too small and digging into his skin. but he doesn’t care. his other hand is accompanied by your daughter, her small fingers looped around only his index.

she’s babbling about random things, how excited she is to make new friends, the ladybug who landed on her shoulder and gave her good luck, how she’s going to pick out new hair clips when you take her to the mall later today.

she’s jumping around — her light-up shoes blinking wildly with every exaggerated step, and simon hovers his arm close behind her in case she slips and falls.

“you don’t have to, it’s early in the morning, and i know you’re busy,” you mumble over the phone, pressing the device between your ear and shoulder. you’re cursing softly, trying to fix up your daughter’s lunch while trying not to burn her special breakfast, the blueberry pancakes that you dyed purple with food coloring, a tradition she started when she first started pre-school. since then, as good luck, she would stuff herself with the artificially colored pancakes for the first day of school.

from the other line, simon can hear all the commotion, and he’s already slipping out of his pajamas and into warmer clothes. “how ‘bout i come over and help her get ready?” his question is more of a loose remark. he’s already heading down the stairs to slip his shoes on.

you hiss loudly, your hand brushing against the hot kettle you had put on for your cup of tea. “no, i couldn’t ask you to do that.” you set your phone down and put it on speaker, sighing loudly when the flames flicker over the pan. you had burnt her pancakes and would have to make them again. “just go back to sleep.”

“i’m already on my way,” simon grunts, the cold air slapping him in the face as he steps outside and into his car. “miss that little bug,” he utters, keeping you on the phone as he begins to drive. if he’s being honest, your frantic voice eases him a bit; it reminds him that he is still needed despite your relationship. whenever things get too rough for you, there’s not a moment of hesitation when you call him, and although you deny any attempts of his help, he knows that you’re just being stubborn. 

his drive to your place is short; he’s fishing into his pocket and pulling out the spare key you gave him. a childish giggle and tiny footsteps greet him before he can fully open the door, small arms wrapping around his leg. 

“daddy!” the young girl squeals, her arms hugging his thigh tighter as she forcefully drags him through the door. simon’s lips turn up in a soft smile, and he kicks his shoes off and picks up his daughter. “hey, kid. you givin’ mama a hard time?” 

the stubble on his chin tickles her when he presses a wet kiss to her cheek, another giggle rising from her chest. simon hoists her onto his hip, holding her close as he walks into the house to find you. 

for a moment, he watches you as you continue to busy yourself in the kitchen. pajamas loosely hanging from your body, your hair pulled into a messy bun – strands slipping from the rubberband and splaying over the nape of your neck. 

 “hey, ma.” simon greets, his voice gruff and deep from just waking up moments ago. he presses his free hand to your hip and lets his lips linger on the temple of your forehead. a sweet, friendly…good morning kiss. how he always greets his girls.

“mornin’ si.” you turn in his hold, glancing up at him in acknowledgment before you flip another large pancake. “can you get her dressed? i laid out an outfit on her bed.”

the girl squirming in simon’s arms huffs, her hands reaching out and grasping onto your loose fitted shirt – simon’s old shirt he’d left behind. “i can get dressed on my own! ‘m a big girl now.” she argues with a whine, her hands being pulled off you by simon’s calloused fingers.

“big girls don’t need hot chocolate before bed,” you say, turning to give her chubby cheeks a gentle pinch. a smile painting your lips when she pulls away, turning her face and smushing it into her father’s chest.

simon nods, and although you can’t see it now that your attention is turned back to the slightly burnt pancakes in front of you, you know he’s leaving with the way his hand falls from your hip. 

you hate the way that you’re so comfortable with him around, especially with the way your relationship with him ended. originally, simon never knew that you were pregnant. you had opted out of telling him one too many times, nerves overtaking you; the idea of being a mother alone was too much. but having to tell the man who had told you time and time again he wasn’t ready for kids, that he was to be expecting one – it made you more nauseous than the baby in your stomach.

although lucky for you, he broke up with you before you could tell him. unlucky for you, his reason for doing so was unselfish; you couldn’t find it in yourself to hold any hatred towards him. with a heavy heart, he told you things weren’t working out for him, he loved you so much, but with how busy he was at work, he found less time to see you and even less time to express his adoration.

most days when you were able to see him, it consisted of just cuddling, little words spoken except for your inquiries about his future and thoughts of having kids. he always mumbled that he didn’t have time to think about that kind of stuff, and just pull you closer to his chest, nuzzling his face into your skin and dozing off to sleep.

it didn’t bother you one bit; just being with him in his arms was enough for you.you didn’t mind that your time together was spent sleeping or sharing a quiet meal. it wasn’t fair to you, none of it was fair – but simon knew you deserved better. so he reluctantly had to break things off; it was the only thing he could think of. he didn’t know how to fix things, how to communicate that he didn’t want to be apart from you. he just didn’t have the time to be there for you at the moment, and he knew he was hurting you either way, so if you could find another to confide in, to turn your heart to, that would be enough for him. 

after years of being apart, simon found himself standing in front of your door, full gear still clinging to him tightly, his palms sweaty but hidden from his gloves. he pressed his head into your door, a frustrated groan bubbling in his aching chest. what was he thinking, showing up to your place unannounced? what if you didn’t even live here anymore? what if you had moved on and wanted nothing to do with him? 

it was selfish, but he needed to see you again. not a day went by where you weren’t on his mind, the barracks drove him to madness, and without escape, he found comfort in an old picture of you he had taken with him. 

you had opened the door after three of his hesitant knocks; confusion etched onto your face as you stared up at the masked man, his eyes familiar but looming with newfound hurt and trauma from the brutal battlefield. 

“did you need something?” you asked, the soft babbling from your television the only thing filling the air after he looked down at you in silence. just taking you in for a moment. you looked tired but beautiful as ever. your hair slightly tangled, old baggy clothes of his that hung from your smaller figure – but you still had the same friendly smile on your face, genuine and kind eyes that looked up at him.

he swallowed thickly; you looked happy. who was he to ruin that by coming back? he had come all this way without any regrets. seeing you again was all he desired. you were happy, and that’s all he needed to know; he didn’t want to know about the person who might’ve stepped in and mended your heart together after he broke it.

gripping his bag tightly, he turned, walking off without a second glance. it was time for him to move on. you had. he was a fool to think things could go back to how it had, how he could hold you so intimately in his arms, whispering in your ear how much he loved you. feeling your lips all over his skin, the way your soft hands would trail along his burning skin. he was so stupid.

“simon?” 

your voice was just barely above a whisper, and you watched with wide eyes the way he stopped in his tracks, muscles flexed under his tight-fitted uniform as he tensed. 

his heart was beating out of his chest, ringing in his ear. turning back to face you, he hooked two fingers under his balaclava and pulled it off. he hated how you looked at him, concerned, creasing your brows. you should hate him; you should be angry that he showed his face to you again. instead, you’re tracing your thumb along his scars, ones that you didn’t recognize and the faint ones that you had already seen before.

simon sighed softly under your touch, dropping his bag and wrapping his arms around you. he pressed his nose into your hair, breathing in your scent while hugging you tightly. he almost broke down when he felt your arms coil around him, pulling him closer and burying your head into his chest.

“mommy?”

just like that, simon’s world crashes down again. he pulls away from you and looks over your shoulder to see a small girl, no older than seven standing in the doorway. she was a spitting image of you, so there was no doubt that she wasn’t yours. although, in a sense, it felt like he was looking in a mirror. piercing brown eyes staring back at him with the same amount of confusion.

“we should talk, si.” you’re wrapping your hand around his wrist, gently tugging him inside. without any hesitation, he’s following close behind you. 

since then, and that very painfully confusing conversation. simon had made his way back into your life, calling every day, showing up unannounced, and accompanying you to your daughters' school events. you didn’t complain; a life without a father was a hard one. you were glad that simon was being responsible and stepping up, and you couldn’t lie; feelings from years ago still lingered, so you enjoyed that you could spend quality time with him again.

simon chuckles lowly when his daughter smushes his cheeks with her small palms, her legs kicking into his torso as he carries her into her room. setting her down on the edge of her bed, he glances at the outfit you’d picked for her – a cute, frilly, pink dress with little white sneakers and a white cardigan. 

he lets his daughter dress herself, only stepping in to help when she tries to stick her head into her sleeve. he kneels in front of her, slipping on her tiny shoes and tying the laces. kissing her knees, he pats her cheeks and fixes her dress when she jumps down and spins in a circle.

“pancakes are ready, sweetheart!” you shout from the kitchen, sliding the hotcakes onto a plate and setting it on the dining table. zipping up her lunchbox, you set it aside before grabbing two mugs and pouring tea for you and simon.

the pair hobbles into the kitchen, simon tugged along by the hyper girl. he shakes his head with a faint smile, lifting and setting her on the chair. you lean against the counter, mug in hand, while you watch as he cuts up her purple pancakes, popping a piece into his mouth and earning a loud complaint from the young girl.

you hand him the other mug filled with tea, brewed just how he likes. he grins, looking at the cup over and realizing it’s his favorite mug, one no one is allowed to drink from unless it’s him. simon leans in and kisses your cheek before leaning against the counter next to you, the two of you watching your daughter scarf down the purple pancakes like it’d be her last meal.

you lean over with a soft pout, grabbing a napkin and wiping syrup off the corner of her mouth. “are you excited for your first day of school?” 

she nods quickly, stuffing the last of her breakfast into her mouth before she leans back, patting her stomach with satisfaction. “gonna make so many new friends today,” she grins up at you with a crooked smile. 

“bet you are. we should get going. don’t wanna be late,” simon says, setting the dishes into the sink and slinging the disney-themed backpack onto his broad shoulder. 

you frown, during the midst of it all, frantic to get things done, you had completely forgotten to change or get yourself ready. you sigh heavily, pinching the bridge of your nose. one simple mistake after another, and now you’d have to miss sending your little girl off for her first official day of school.

simon is quick to notice your mood dropping; he shuffles over to you, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear, tilting your head up. “why don’t you rest, i’ll wake you later, and we can pick her up together.” 

you sigh, your shoulders dropping in disappointment. it was silly, but you had been with your daughter every step of the way. it wasn’t a big moment you’d be missing, but a memory nonetheless. you wanted to push yourself, rush into your room and get ready as quickly as possible so you could walk with your simon, holding hands with your daughter while she swung between the both of you. but exhaustion was creeping from your muscles and to your eyes, your eyelids struggling to stay open.

with an unwilling yawn, you nod and let simon guide you to the comfort of your bedroom.

“c’mon bug, let’s tuck mommy in for a quick nap.” simon teases, pulling the comforter back and easing you down onto the mattress. he takes a step back and helps your daughter pull the blanket back up and tuck it under your chin. 

“night, mommy. dream of sweets!” the small girl loudly shouts, afraid you won’t be able to tear her with the blanket covering your face. 

you smile at her words, turning onto your side to look at her. “thank you, baby.” 

simon brushes the hair out of your eyes, leaning down and lightly pressing his lips to your temple. he then lifts his daughter so she can do the same, finalizing your tuck in with a goodnight kiss…or a good morning one. 

“alright, let’s get you to school, kiddo.”

the sun hangs low as simon walks hand in hand with his daughter, a short walk to the school a couple of blocks away. the air was chilling, and simon had tugged off his jacket and slipped it onto the young girl, the article of clothing hanging massively on her frame, the hem almost dragging on the floor. 

he adjusted the straps of the small colorful backpack, very snug on his broad shoulder and digging into his skin – but he didn’t care; he wore it with pride.

simon’s daughters’ chatter filled the quiet streets as she rambled about her hopes for the day. her small fingers clutched her father's index finger tightly, her words a delightful mixture of innocence and imagination. 

“daddy, you know what?” she asks, her voice laced with enthusiasm. she looks up at him with a grin before her attention is quickly redirected towards a small patch of flowers, a bloom of yellow bursting in a patch of healthy green grass.

simon watches as she lets go of his hand, crouching down and picking a couple of stems, gathering a few before returning to his side. “what, sweetheart?” 

“that ladybug that landed on my shoulder yesterday said i’m going to have the best day ever today!” she exclaims, handing the crumpled bundle of probable weeds to him, brushing her damp hands on the outside of her father’s jacket.

simon chuckles lightly at her action, his hands delicately holding the array of flowers. “the ladybug said that?”

“yep!” she said, continuing to marvel at the dream that she had that night; something about mayonnaise and mustard made simon smile, her infectious energy captivating him. 

as they walked, simon took note of the new shoes you had bought your daughter, the bright light-up shoes blinking with each exaggerated step she took. she jumped around, hopping over every line on the sidewalk, claiming that they would break your back, simon didn’t understand, but he held an arm behind her in case she tumbled backward.

approaching the school gate, simon couldn’t help but feel a frown forming on his face, the memory-filled walk ending too soon. he knelt at his little girl’s eye level, pulling her closer to him. 

“have a good day, kid. if anyone gives you trouble, tell me, and i’ll get it sorted out.” he teased, although only half of him was joking. simon slipped his jacket off her and fixed her backpack onto her shoulders, pressing a quick kiss to her forehead. 

“i will! give mommy those flowers when she wakes up.” she nods, glancing behind her at the many kids that walked into the gate before hugging her father quickly, stumbling out of his hold and rushing towards the school, excitement coursing through her veins.

simon wished she had stayed a little longer, hugged him a little more, and kissed him back. still, as he watched her run into school, he realized something, he was old – and that his happiness weighed out his disappointment. he might’ve been absent for the beginning chapters of her life, but this was the first big step he was here for. it made him realize how many more were to come; watching her grow up warmed his thoughts, and he could do it all by your side. just you and his daughter, his girls.

AN: i have so many parts alr written for baby daddy simon. SHOULD I MAKE THIS A SERIES, and do i name the kid...??

[tims-shi]

tags: itoshi!sister, baby itoshi is named kei, fluff, sae and rin as older brothers, some spoilers for the u20 match !!, this is v self indulgent tbh 😭 kinda ooc characters im sorry

first post !! also not proofread lols again this is p much self indulgent oml ending is rushed my mind went blank,, i tend to coddle my baby cousins A LOT and ive been missing them these days so it led to this 😧

“hey prodigy boy, a little lady’s looking for you.” aiku announced, entering the break room with a miniscule smirk on his face.

sae merely raised a brow, coldly saying, “send them away.” aiku laughed, waving his hand in the air, “i can’t do that. she seems very persistent. i feel like she’ll cry if she gets sent away.”

getting annoyed, sae dropped his bag. rolling his eyes as he stomped his way out of the room. he opened the door, prepared to tell the tepid creature to scram off, only to be met with air.

“are you fucking with me, you selfish captain?” sae muttered to himself, about to close the door. pausing halfway when he hears small mutters.

“nii, up.” looking down, sae sees his little sister, no older than three years, looking up at him with raised arms. “kei,” sae lets out a grunt as he picks her up. running his eyes through her figure once she’s nested in his arms. quirking a brow at the familiar looking blue pentagon brooch pinned at her jacket. 

“why are you alone? where’s mom?”, sae interrogated, fingers tucking her maroon locks behind her ear. “i’m with nanny. told her i’ll be back.” kei replied, fiddling with the string around her brother’s neck.

“okay, you’ve seen me. now go back to nanny.”

“no! wan’ see rin-nii, too.” kei whined, arms tightening around sae when he tried to put her down.  at the mention of the name, sae’s face scrunched up, reminded of the not-so-good relationship he has with his brother. “do you know your way? i can’t bring you there ‘cause my manager’s looking for me.” at that, kei nodded. placing her palms on his face and kissing his cheek before wriggling down his hold. “do you have your phone? i’ll text your nanny where you are. stay safe, alright?” sae crouched down, pinching her cheek.

“i will. bye-bye!” kei waved at him before dashing off to where her rin-nii could be.

—

kei’s lost. at first she was confident she’ll reach her rin-nii in record time, but after a few turns in this maze of a facility, kei’s starting to lose hope. tears brimming at her eyes, letting out sniffles.

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with blue lock winning the match against japan’s u20, it’s safe to say the excitement hasn’t really died down. now done with showering and freshening up, the athletes are now on their way to the cafeteria, where a feast is waiting for them, as anri said. 

“that was a fun match! i’ve never played a match with so many talented players before! hell! i wasn’t even expecting we were gonna win!” bachira babbled excitedly. at his chatter, chigiri’s brows furrowed, “what do you mean you weren’t inspecting us to–”

“do you guys hear that?”, isagi hushed them. 

“...hear what?” reo asked. “it’s like someone’s crying” isagi answered, looking around for a person crying?

“is that a child?” nagi, who had been silent throughout the walk, pointed out the small figure not too far from them. bachira, ever the happy person, approached the crying child. “hi! are you okay? why is a little girl like you crying?” he asked, now on his knees in front of the child.

“can’t find my nii. ‘m lost.” kei muttered. feeling comfortable with the stranger before her, she went closer to him, hands now gripping his shirt.

“do you want us to help you find your brother?” this time, it was chigiri who asked. also crouched in front of her as he wiped her tear-stained face. “wan’ my nii.” the little girl uttered out, cries gone and was left sniffling. 

as bachira and chigiri were comforting the little girl, reo can’t help but feel familiar with the child. has he seen her before? he can’t really recall. looking over at isagi, it seems like he has the same thoughts as well.

“doesn’t she look like rin-chan? so cute!” bachira exclaimed, now holding kei in his arms, cooing at her cheeks. hearing her brother’s name, kei perked up. eyes twinkling at bachira, silently pleading to lead her to her brother. 

“oh? is he your nii?” when kei nodded, bachira turned to isagi and handed him the child. “isagi will bring you to your brother. right, isagi?” 

while panicking inside, isagi couldn’t help but sigh softly when kei looks at him expectantly. “i’ll take her to rin. save us some food.” isagi bid them goodbye. over his shoulders, kei waved at the group of boys left behind. 

—

“what’s your name?” isagi sparked up a conversation, the awkward silence getting to him. “kei and ‘m three!”

“what’s your name?” kei asked him, resting her head on his shoulders. “me? i’m isagi. i play soccer. do you play soccer, kei?” 

“no, can’t push the ball by myself.” kei pouted, recalling the times she tried to do the sport both her brothers love. “then you have to eat a lot so you get strong and kick the ball by yourself.” isagi told her, a palm resting on her back.

“we’re here. are you good by yourself?” isagi put her down. kei nodded at him, smiling at him in gratitude. “thank you, ‘sagi.” 

—

rin can’t help but be disappointed. at himself or at his brother? he’s not entirely sure. maybe he’s angry instead? he doesn’t know surely, too. sat alone in the break room with a towel over his head, rin curses inwardly as multiple thoughts run over his head. small pats on his knee made him look up. as teal eyes meet with another set of teal eyes, rin wasn’t expecting to see his little sister in here. let alone, by herself. “kei, are you alone?”, rin hushed out, picking her up and settling him on his lap, facing his body. 

“wan’ see rin-nii. miss rin-nii.” despite his cold demeanor, it’s no doubt that itoshi rin has a soft spot for his sister. always the sweet and loving child she is, unaware of the darkest sides of the world as she keeps lighting up every corner of their home and their hearts.

“rin-nii missed you too. have you eaten yet?” rin hummed, tugging kei closer and fixing a part of her hair that got messed up.

“i cooked my lunch! nanny helped me with the stove but i made my lunch by myself.” kei puffed up her chest, boasting about her blooming skills in the kitchen. “that so? should we go to the cafeteria? i think they have your favorite.”

“what we waiting for? let’s go! hurry!” with eyes gleaming at the sound of food, kei got off and started pulling her brother’s hand. “you wait here, i’ll just freshen up.” rin told her, arms under her arms as he sat her on the bench.

“rin-nii.” kei called out. “yeah?”

“can i sit with ‘sagi?” 

“WHAT?”

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[lethalchiralium]

Hii! I've a request. Could you make a one-shot about Ghost having a foreign gf and hearing her talk in het native language on the phone or something and he is kind of impressed or something like that:) (srry for my bad English)

Thank you in advance and have a great day!!:D

Complete | Simon “Ghost” Riley x F!Reader

a/n: i wrote this with a shot of malibu and i am now three hours into my shift, let’s fuck around and find out. (thanks for the request, it’s so cute.)

warnings: OOC!Ghost (obvi, i’m writing him so he’s always OOC), Fem!Reader (was requested), cussing, mentions of sex

It was cold in England, rain hit his windshield so hard that Ghost could hear it over the radio. He contemplated pulling over until it got better, but the temptation of sleeping in his own bed with his girlfriend curled into his chest was the only thing on his mind. That and the fact that he wanted to empty a clip into Makarov’s head.

He pulled his beat up truck into his driveway, his fingers tingled with the small thought of her - a smile and a quip that would put him on his knees. He put it into park, opening the door and jumping out. Rain immediately drenched him and he knew that she would scold him like a dog, but he wouldn’t care; just as long as he can hear her voice, he would do anything.

He pulled his dufflebag from the backseat, slamming the door before jogging towards his house. There were lights on inside, he could see it through the window even with the curtains closed. He fumbled in his jacket for his keys, pulling them out and quickly shoving the silver key into the lock. He pushed the door open as soon as it was unlocked, ripping his key out and stepping into his home, out of the rain. He stomped his boots against the mat, kicking off the mud and rain but also trying to alert you to his presence.

He put his dufflebag on the floor next to the mat, he bent down and began to unlace them.

He heard your voice before he saw you. He looked up from unlacing his right boot to see you, in a black robe with your phone pressed to your ear. Your smile was perfect, eyes wide with surprise as you moved the phone from your ear. You dashed forwards and held out your hand, to which he promptly took it in his own. He pressed a masked kiss to the back of your hand, you mouthed, “Missed you.”

“Missed you too, Little Bird.”

You fluttered like a bird just like he had said, bouncing on the balls of your feet and wiggling your shoulders a little as you responded to the person on the phone with a quick quip in your native tongue.

If Ghost could ever listen to one thing for the rest of his life, it would be you speaking in a language he’s not familiar with - any of them that you knew, being a translator in a historical society and college. He sat there, both boots unlaced and kneeled on the front door mat, holding your hand and watching her as you had a lively and quick conversation in a tongue he almost never hears anymore. It saddened a small part of him, it was truly a sight to behold when you were able to speak with anyone who knew the language. You would light up like a star and babble on and on, he couldn’t make sense of any of the syllables but that never mattered to him.

He watched you with awe in his eyes, all of the stress from the last handful of weeks he’d been without you had disappeared completely. And it was only a few more moments of you saying goodbyes and it was gone, his heart sort of dropped. He hated that you never spoke it with him when he was home.

You threw your phone in your robe pocket as soon as you ended the call, your now free hand reached for the bottom of his rain soaked mask. He nodded in approval, you were quick to pull it off and crash your lips to his. You tossed it somewhere behind you, hand squeezing his. His own free hand went up to your cheek, splaying fingers across your skin as he began to stand straight up. He pulled apart from you, toeing off his boots and gazing at you. “Why don’t you ever speak your language to me?”

Your eyebrows furrowed, questioning. “What do you mean?”

He cleared his throat. “You never speak your native language with me. You talk at me in other languages, but never the one you always talk in.”

“Simon,” You drew out his name, moving to place your hands on his sort of damp cheeks, thumbs threading across white scars. “Well, you can’t talk back to me in my language. I love to talk with you in English, I love hearing your voice.”

He furrowed his eyebrows. “My voice? Nothin’ special ‘bout it. But yours- Yours,” His hands settled on top of yours, prying them from his face as he spoke, “You could speak to me in your language every second of the day, and I’ll love it. Justa hear you talk to me like that.”

Your eyes widened, you bit your bottom lip while a smile made itself known upon your face. “What if I just want to talk to you with English?” His face sort of dropped, disappointment flashed in his eyes but you hurriedly laughed, moving to hold his hands in your own. “I’m just kidding, my love.”

“I think I know how to make you talk.” His hands pried from yours, immediately coming to settle on the back of your knees. He stood, lifting you as you squeaked in surprise. Your legs immediately wrapped around his waist, hands hit right on his collarbone as his teeth nipped at your lips. His eyes kept your gaze as he whispered, “I’m going to fuck you so hard you won’t even be able to speak English, you’ll be beggin’ in your language.”

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[mrs-dr-reid]

Betting on the Right Horse

Chapter One: A Goodbye Brings A Hello

Chapter Summary: Reader goes back to Horseshoe Ridge, Colorado after many years away for her uncle Jason Gideon’s funeral, and she learns that while she is the main beneficiary and inheritor of his horse ranch, she has shared ownership with Spencer Reid: her uncle’s protegée, and she’s PISSED.

Word Count: 4013

Chapter Warnings: Swearing, tw death/funerals, tw grief, tw food/eating/drinking, Spencer Reid being a little bit of an OOC asswagon (unless you're familiar with the dilaudid arc), Reader being a teensy bit entitled

A/N: Ayyyyy, welcome to my first slow burn AU series! A big shout out to all my fellow writers in the discord server I’m in for helping me outline this series and figure out the plot (and also letting me yell at them about this fic in general)!

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I honestly couldn’t believe it when I got the call. I was just getting home from work when a number I didn’t recognize showed up on my screen, and when I answered, it was my Uncle Jason’s friend Dave (who I vaguely remembered from when I was younger) telling me that he passed away the night prior due to heart failure. I almost dropped everything onto the floor of my apartment, because I hadn’t talked to Uncle Jason in a while, and now he’s gone and I’ll never get another chance.

Dave told me all of the details for Uncle Jason’s funeral, then offered his condolences before hanging up, and I had to go sit down and collect my thoughts and feelings. I practically grew up on Uncle Jason’s horse ranch, Sparrow Creek, and it was one of my favorite places in the whole world, especially the little town of Horseshoe Ridge, Colorado where it was located and all the people in it, and now I regret not going to visit as much once I went off to college.

I immediately called my boss and told her I’d be taking the next few days off to go to the funeral, even though it was VERY last minute. Thankfully, she was very understanding and told me to take as much time as I needed (something about a bereavement period, I honestly don’t know what she said after she told me it was okay for me to take off work because I couldn’t hear her over the blood rushing in my ears). After I hung up, I dragged my suitcase out of the hallway closet and started packing while simultaneously booking the first flight out to Colorado I could find on my laptop. I dug around in my closet and found my old riding boots, and was happy to discover that they still fit, so I stuck them in my suitcase just in case there was an opportunity to go riding while I was out there.

Once my suitcase and my carry-on bag were packed, I grabbed my keys, shut off my lights, and then headed back out to my car and to the airport, where I was thankfully able to get some work done on my laptop while waiting for my flight so I wasn’t atrociously behind once I got back. Once I landed at the Denver airport, I ordered an Uber to take me to the ranch, and after I was dropped off, a wave of nostalgia washed over me as I looked up at the wrought iron gate with the logo of a sparrow flying over a babbling brook branded into it.

A taller Asian man in a cowboy hat, worn-out jeans, scuffed-up boots, and a button-up shirt rolled up to his elbows saw me standing there as he walked by and called out, “Can I help you, Ma’am?”, so I snapped out of my reverie and said, “Oh! Yeah, sorry. I’m Y/N L/N, Jason Gideon’s niece. I’m here for the funeral this weekend?”, which made him say, “Wait, Y/N/N? It’s me, Matt!”, as he walked over to me. My jaw dropped open and I said, “Matt Simmons?! No way, how are you?”, as I let him pull me into a hug (I taught him how to ride equestrian style when we were kids).

He said, “I’m good! Gideon hired me as a ranch hand a few years ago, I got married a little bit after that, and we’ve got two boys with twin girls on the way,” which made my eyebrows fly up to my hairline before I said, “Wow. You’ve been busy,” making him chuckle and say, “Yeah, I guess I have. Anyways, I’m sorry for your loss. Gideon was a good man, and it was an honor working for him,” the conversation suddenly turning serious.

I let out a melancholy sigh and said, “Yeah, he was the best. A teensy bit eccentric, but I’m gonna miss him. I regret not coming to visit for so long now that he’s gone,” tears starting to well up in my eyes. Matt rubbed my arm comfortingly, then said, “Well, I should probably bring your stuff to your old room, then maybe I can give you a tour? A lot of stuff has changed since the last time you were in town,” so I wiped my eyes, put on the closest thing to a smile I could muster, and said, “Yeah, I’d like that,” before following him up the path to the ranch house.

Once my stuff was situated in the room I always stayed in when I came to visit (it hadn’t changed at all since I was here last), Matt showed me around the ranch and pointed out everything that had changed, and I had to admit it looked amazing. The stables had been extended within the last year to make room for more horses, a horseshoe of cabins had been added to the west side of the property to accommodate dude ranch guests, the training arena and paddock had doubled in size, and the stalls themselves had been updated to be a bit bigger and more comfortable for the horses.

We circled back to the stables just as another darker-skinned man (also in a cowboy hat) came trotting over to us on a beautiful Tovero Paint, and he said, “Hey, Matt! Who’s the lady?”, as he dismounted. Matt said, “Hey, Luke. This is Y/N L/N, Gideon’s niece. Y/N, this is Luke Alvez, one of the ranch hands, and this is Raven, one of our newer mares,” while gesturing to each of them. I stroked her nose and said, “She’s beautiful. Are all of the horses still named after birds?”, so Luke chuckled and replied, “Oh yeah, that’s never going to change. And I don’t know if you remember the town lawyer Hotch, but he just inherited his dad’s old ranch a couple of years ago, and his wife secretly named all of the horses after fictional lawyers,” which made me burst out laughing before I said, “Oh my god, really?!”

Matt let out a snort before he said, “Yup. And he only figured it out a month ago, because Emily’s horse misbehaved and she accidentally said, ‘Miss Elle Woods, you should be ashamed of yourself!’, in front of him,” which only made me laugh harder. Luke said, “At least we don’t name them after different types of pasta like Rossi does,” making me say, “Oh, I would constantly be hungry if I was over there,” earning nods of agreement from the men and a whinny from Raven. I turned to Matt and said, “Are Nelson and Chickadee still around? They were my favorites when I was younger,” so he nodded and said, “Yep. They mostly do trail rides for the less experienced riders nowadays, but they’re still here. Wanna go see them?”, which made a giant grin spread across my face before I said, “Yes!”, and Matt lead me to their stalls after we bid our goodbyes to Luke and Raven.

I approached Nelson first, and I said, “Hey, Big Guy! I’m not sure if you remember me, but I certainly remember you!”, while holding out my hand for him to sniff. He snorted happily and nuzzled against my hand once I started scratching his nose, and Matt said, “I think he remembers you,” which made me smile while I continued stroking him. Chickadee huffed indignantly from her stall, so I walked over to her and said, “Oh, I’d never forget about you, Pretty Girl!”, as she nuzzled my hand in a very self-satisfied manner.

Matt said, “There are a couple more horses that weren’t here last time if you wanted to meet them too,” which made me shoot him a look before I jokingly said, “I can’t believe you’d ever think I didn’t want to meet a new horse,” earning me a playful eye-roll from Matt before I was introduced to his horse, Robin the Clydesdale, and the rest of the trail horses: Puffin the Norwegian Fjord, Starling the Tennessee Walking Horse, Eagle the Off The Track Thoroughbred, and Falcon the Hanoverian. We exited the stables, and Matt said, “Well, you probably want to try and settle in before the funeral tomorrow, so I’m gonna get back to work,” so I nodded and said, “Yeah, yeah, definitely. See you tomorrow, and thanks again for the tour,” which made him tip his hat at me with a wink before walking off.

When I made it back to my room, I flopped onto the bed and had to take a breather. I tried to settle my mind by unpacking my bags and hanging my clothes up in the closet to get some of the wrinkles out (fingers crossed), but then I saw a picture of me at age 11 sitting on Nelson’s back and Uncle Jason holding the reigns and smiling up at me proudly, and tears instantly came to my eyes. I grabbed the picture frame off of the dresser, and I whispered, “I’m gonna miss you, Uncle Jason. I’m sorry I didn’t keep in touch,” before setting it back down and getting out my phone to order dinner. I quickly figured out DoorDash wasn’t really a thing in Horseshoe Ridge, but thankfully I remembered that Uncle Jason kept a whole drawer of delivery menus next to the fridge. Once that was squared away, I got into my pajamas, ate my dinner once it arrived, and then called it a night.

At the funeral, I sat next to Matt and his family since I didn’t know anybody else there, and listened with tears in my eyes as Dave gave the eulogy. I was invited up to say a few words, so I kept it short and sweet (mostly to avoid crying in front of a room full of strangers) and said, “My Uncle Jason was one of the best people I’ve ever known. As Dave said, he was selfless, intelligent, and had one of the biggest hearts I’ve ever seen. He’ll be dearly missed, and I sincerely regret not coming to visit more often,” before nodding in thanks and sitting back down, Matt rubbing my shoulder encouragingly as I did so.

At the reception, I was making small talk with the perky blonde woman Luke introduced to me as his girlfriend Penelope when Matt came up to us and said, “Hey, Y/N/N! I wanted to introduce you to Dr. Spencer Reid. Spencer, this is Y/N L/N, Gideon’s niece,” and then I looked at who he’d gestured to, and my heart skipped a beat because I was looking at a man at least 6 inches taller than me in a well-tailored suit with wild brown curls, stubble decorating his jaw in a way that somehow didn’t look disheveled, and honey brown eyes that made me feel like I was going to melt into the floor. I was broken out of my reverie when the man said, “It’s nice to meet you, Y/N. Gideon talked about you a lot,” but he didn’t stick out a hand to shake.

I shrugged it off as some germaphobe thing, then I said, “It’s nice to meet you as well, Spencer. How did you know my uncle?”, and he replied, “He guest lectured at my university a lot, and I’d always wanted to be a cowboy growing up, so once I graduated, he took me under his wing and showed me the ins and outs of running a ranch. He even made me the foreman a couple of years back,” making me nod understandingly. A thought occurred to me, and I said, “I’m sorry, Matt said you were a doctor, but you don’t look that much older than me. Are you some kind of genius or something?”, which made him shove his hands into his pockets and say, “I have three Ph.D’s in mathematics, chemistry, and engineering. I also have an IQ of 187, an eidetic memory, and I can read 20,000 words per minute, so yes, I guess I’m what is considered to be a genius,” in a tone that could be easily interpreted as nonchalant or arrogant.

I decided to go with the first option and say, “Impressive. Anyways, it was really nice to meet you, but you’ll have to excuse me. I need a refill and a snack,” while holding up my nearly empty wine glass in a pointed way. The corner of his mouth quirked up, and he said, “Likewise,” before nodding and wandering off. I smiled in a confused manner as I watched him go, then said, “He’s… peculiar. I can see why Uncle Jason liked him,” which made Matt let out a snort and say, “He’s one of the only people who could beat him at chess. Besides you and Rossi, of course,” earning an eye roll and a playful shoulder shove from me.

After I’d obtained my second glass of wine (or maybe third? I’m not 100% sure), a tall dark-haired man approached me and said, “Miss L/N? Could I borrow a few minutes of your time?”, so I nodded and said, “Of course,” while quickly scouting out a place to set my glass. The man continued, “My name is Aaron Hotchner, but most people call me Hotch. I’m the town lawyer here in Horseshoe Ridge, and I worked very closely with your uncle for many years,” and held out a hand to shake. I fought to contain a snort when I remembered what Luke and Matt told me about the horses at his ranch, and I shook his hand while saying, “Nice to put a face to the name,” which made him crack a smile before saying, “I was wondering if you’d be able to come by my office tomorrow morning for the reading of your uncle’s will,” and a chill ran down my spine momentarily before I nodded curtly and said, “Yeah, absolutely,” hoping Hotch didn’t notice.

He eyed me with a touch of concern for a few seconds, then reached into his jacket pocket, pulled out a business card, and handed it to me while saying “I’ll see you tomorrow then. Ten thirty. Now if you’ll excuse me, I need to locate the partners in crime that are my wife and son,” before nodding and trotting into the other room, and I could barely hear him call, “Emily! Jack!”, as he disappeared. I tucked the card into my purse after looking it over for a moment, then wandered back to where Matt was sitting with his (very pregnant) wife, Kristy, and their two sons, David and Jake. I said, “I’m gonna head back to the ranch, okay?”, while gesturing towards the door of the funeral home, so Matt nodded and said, “Do you need a ride?”, which made me shake my head and say, “No, Luke gave me the keys for the truck because he’s riding back with Penelope. Thank you, though,” before smiling at him, extending a quick “nice to meet you” to Kristy and the boys, and leaving.

The next day, I arrived at Hotch’s office at the same time as Spencer, and I started to ask, “What are you do-...?”, but then it hit me and I smacked myself on the head before saying, “I’m such an idiot. Of course Uncle Jason would have left you something, you worked with him for how many years?”, which made Spencer chuckle slightly and say, “Five years, three months, and fourteen days. But who’s keeping track? And I totally get your confusion. You’ve known him your whole life, it makes barely any sense for me to be here,” relief flooding through my body that he wasn’t offended.

He opened the door to the building for me, and I went up to the front desk to talk to the receptionist. I said, “Hi, we’re here for a meeting with Hotch?”, so the woman typed something on her computer and said, “Yep, he’ll be ready for you in about fifteen minutes,” with a big smile on her face. I thanked her quietly, then sat down in the waiting room next to Spencer, and it was quiet for a while, him fiddling with his jacket sleeves and me tapping on my legs to the tune of “Sweet Caroline”.

I finally broke the silence and asked, “Where are you from?”, which startled him before he cleared his throat and said, “Vegas. I moved out here the second I turned eighteen, though. You?”, so I replied, “Boulder, about an hour west of here. I moved to Chicago for college, though, then got a full-time job a little while after I graduated, so I didn’t get the chance to come visit as often as I would have liked,” making him nod understandingly. He asked, “What was your major?”, and I said, “Finance with a hospitality minor. I’ve been an accountant for about four years now,” earning an impressed nod from him. I almost said something else, but the receptionist called out, “Dr. Reid and Miss L/N?”, so the two of us stood up, and she led us back to Hotch’s office.

The receptionist poked her head in the door and said, “Your ten-thirty is here, Hotch,” and I heard his deep voice reply, “Thank you, Elle. Send them in,” before she opened the door a bit more, smiled at us, then trotted back to the front desk, where I could vaguely hear the phone ringing. Hotch adjusted his reading glasses, then gestured for us to sit down, so I took a seat in one of the chairs in front of his desk, Spencer following suit. Hotch folded his hands on his desk, then said, “Thank you both for coming. Shall we get started?”, making Spencer and I look at each other before looking back at Hotch and nodding our assent.

Hotch pulled a fairly small packet of paper out of a manilla envelope, then began to read out loud: “The last will and testament of Jason Benjamin Gideon. I, Jason Gideon, hereby bequeath Chickadee the Appaloosa horse to my beloved niece, Ms. Y/N M/N L/N, for she was always her favorite,” which made me smile, because Chickadee was, in fact, my favorite horse at Sparrow Creek. Hotch continued reading, “I also bequeath Nelson the American Quarter Horse to my protegée, Dr. Spencer Walter Tristan Reid, so that he may continue to work on his horse riding skills with a trusted partner,” and the corner of Spencer’s mouth quirked up at that sentiment.

Then Hotch got to the part I was most interested in; namely, who got the ranch. He read, “Now, the subject of my most beloved estate, Sparrow Creek, and its accompanying businesses and assets,” then he hesitated and looked up at the two of us with what I swear was nervousness in his eyes, but I disregarded it and leaned forward in my seat slightly. Hotch took a deep breath, then continued, “I, Jason Gideon, hereby leave Sparrow Creek and all equity involved to my beloved niece, Ms. Y/N M/N L/N, but only under these conditions,” which made me wrinkle my eyebrows and make eye contact with Spencer, who looked just as confused as I did.

Then Hotch said what was probably the worst thing I’ve heard since I was informed of Uncle Jason’s passing: “Ms. L/N must remain at Sparrow Creek full-time for an entire year, and work alongside Dr. Reid on a day-to-day basis to ensure the prosperity of the ranch. If these conditions are not met, Sparrow Creek and all its equity will pass in full to my protegée, Dr. Spencer Walter Tristan Reid,” and my jaw just about hit the floor in indignance. Hotch set the packet of paper on his desk and looked up at us without saying anything, and all I could hear was my own heartbeat pounding in my ear. Spencer said, “That’s it?”, and Hotch confirmed, “That’s it. Anything you need me to clarify?”, which made me stand up and storm out of his office, steam practically pouring out of my ears.

Once I made it outside, I started pacing back and forth on the sidewalk, and I’m sure it was quite the scene for any pedestrians who happened to be walking by. A stream of obscenities came out of my mouth in an enraged mutter as I attempted to calm myself down, but when Spencer emerged from the building, my rage boiled over and before he could finish saying, “What happened back there?”, I screamed, “What in the actual FUCK WAS HE THINKING?!?!”, which made him fall silent and stare at me like I’d just grown two extra heads.

I rambled, “My entire life, Uncle Jason told me that one day I’d be in charge of Sparrow Creek, and that it would be the greatest joy of his life to hand it down to someone who truly loved the family business. Now he decides that some random city boy he’s only known for five years gets the whole kit and caboodle if I screw the pooch?! WHAT THE FUCK?!?!?!”, getting angrier and angrier until it exploded out of me and I kicked the first solid object I saw (which happened to be a metal trash can that made a loud reverberating sound like a gong when the reinforced toe of my boot made contact with it) before I continued pacing.

Spencer’s face hardened, and then he said, “Maybe he thought since you weren’t around enough, you wouldn’t be able to handle it. Maybe he was giving you one last chance to prove yourself, and he was making sure the ranch would pass on to someone who knew what they were doing in case you couldn’t take the heat,” which made me stop dead in my tracks, and slowly turn towards him while saying, “What the hell did you just say to me?”, a deadly chill in my voice that even scared me a little.

Spencer stiffened a little bit, then leaned forward slightly so he was all up in my face (asshole) and said, “Gideon put safeguards in place to make sure someone competent gets the ranch if you fuck up, Princess,” which made my nostrils flare before I snapped, “Don’t call me that,” and glared at him. After a momentary stare-down between the two of us, I rolled my eyes and said, “Whatever. I have to go, I gotta make a few calls before my flight back to Chicago tomorrow night,” while starting to walk back to the pick-up truck I borrowed from the ranch.

Spencer called out, “Awww, throwing in the towel before you even start the race, Princess?”, and the holier-than-thou tone of his voice made me want to punch his lights out, but I composed myself, plastered on a sickly sweet smile, then turned around to face him before saying, “Oh no. I hate to disappoint you, but I’m only going back to pack up my stuff, sublet my apartment, and put in a request for indefinite remote assignments from my accounting firm before renting a U-Haul and coming right back here. If you think for even one millisecond that I’m not gonna fight tooth and nail for something I’ve been waiting my entire life for? Then you better hold onto your ass with both hands, Einstein,” and if only I had a photographic memory to keep the way his smug smile dropped off his face in my brain forever.

I scrunched my nose at him the way the mean girls did in early 2000s movies, then said, “Better get a calendar and pen ready, Doc,” before sarcastically blowing him a kiss, climbing into the truck, and starting the drive back to the ranch. I caught a glimpse of him standing dumbfounded on the sidewalk in the rearview mirror, and I couldn’t help but laugh out loud, because I was going to make Dr. Spencer Reid regret ever underestimating me, and have a smile on my face the entire time I did so.

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✿ 𝙪𝙣𝙚𝙭𝙥𝙚𝙘𝙩𝙚𝙙 ✿

Character: Vampire! Scaramouche x Reader

Warning: Blood, biting, nudity (but nothing too nsfw, y’all just open your button up shirts), cursing, angst, fluff, hurt/reverse comfort, gn! reader, Scaramouche might be a bit OOC here, Victorian!AU, a bit of everything lmao

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first time actually writing on Tumblr low-key nervous ngl🤭

‘Whew, what a long day. But at least I managed to sell a lot tod-‘ hearing a glass shatter as you were closing up your tiny herbs and medicine shop was definitely not the way you wanted to finish your night. Your little shop was the only one that sells medicine in this small town without charging for extra moras unlike the big, famous ones the rich people like to go to. Everyone in this small town was forever grateful and respectful to you and your shop. Whenever your new boxes of goods would come, the people would always lend you a hand without you asking for it, and for that you were always grateful. So when your shop’s second floor window suddenly got broken in by a short man with a noble people clothes, you were greatly surprised. But now was not the time because he was bleeding and you don’t enjoy letting blood get everywhere unless it’s the small surgery room.

“Sir! Sir, can you hear me? Sir? I need you to get up so i can carry you to the surgery room!” shaking his shoulders while asking him basic questions, you definitely know his still alive because he still had a pulse. Before you can forcefully drag him like a corpse to the lower floor, the man yanked you down to the floor and straddled your waist.

“Hey! What do you think your doing?!” usually you’re not one for violence but if he was drunk off his ass and was thinking of molesting you, he’s got a rough, calloused hand to be slapped by.

“Shut up… I don’t h-have enough time… for your stupid babbling… nonsense…” before you can question what he was mumbling about the stranger tore off your cravet tie and had placed his mouth on your neck.

“You-?! Get off of me this instant you- Ow!” when you tried to kick him off, the stranger pinned your hands down and bit your neck harshly. You can already feel blood pouring out and it was not pleasant. Through all of your suffering the man was sucking and licking the blood off, almost like a depraved animal and you swore you could feel something akin to animal fangs penetrating your neck before your vision started to have black dots in the corner and you passed out due to blood loss.

—

When you woke up the next morning with a perfectly bandaged neck and your assaulter coming into the small attic room with something to eat and drink, you were ready to throw hands. It didn’t matter to you if he was some rich, snobby, nobleson or even the son of the queen. For all you care, this son of a bitch bit your neck so hard to the point he drew blood and caused you to pass out.

“Oh, you’re awake. Now before you start screaming your lungs off like a banshee let me explain myself first”

“And why the hell should I? You son of a bitch bit me like a fucking animal!” he chuckled at that. Now that you actually took a closer look at him, he was a rather odd looking fellow. There wasn’t anything rare or monstrous about his looks but, there was just something odd about him. And one thing you learned from years of running and managing a shop all by yourself is to trust your guts.

“Well you’re an interesting little thing. I have never met a human who reacts like you after what happened. But if you want me to explain myself then you have to keep your mouth shut little mouse”. You certainly didn’t like the way he referred to you. Like some kind of an insect, some kind of a toy that’s for his amusement who will later on get thrown away if he lost interest in you. But as long as he doesn’t get a centimeter closer, then you’re willing to cooperate.

“Fine. But if you get closer to me I won’t hesitate to smack you out of the window you broke last night” he laughed dryly at that. Seems like he was getting more and more amused by you and your choice of words.

“Oh, you’re an interesting one little mouse. Makes me want to keep toying with you like this. So little mouse…” he stalked closer to you despite what you had just said and leaned down to look at you right in the eyes. You didn’t like it. Not one bit. You wanted to punch him in his face and knock his teeth in but moving has never felt harder and your limbs has never felt like tons of bricks before. So you decided to challenge him and stared right back. The stranger’s stormy violet eyes seemed to darken and swirl. Getting uncomfortably close to your face he asked

“…Do you believe in vampires?”

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It has already been 11 months since your run in with Scaramouche. Ever since he dropped the bomb that yes, vampires are very much real and not just some fairytale told by story-tellers and your parents to keep you awake at night you and Scaramouche had started some odd relationship. He would come by every now and then, through the door thankfully, and stay the night or a few in an exchange of helping you out with your shop. You would sometimes teach him a thing or two about herbs, medicines, wound treatment and he would talk about his kin and about himself if he feels like it. And on some nights, he would tear off your tie, forcefully pin you down and suck your blood until you passed out then in the morning you would scold him as he treats the bitemarks that he caused. It was a very strange relationship, the two of you had. More intimate than friends but not intimate enough to be considered lovers. Reading each other like an open book but also not exactly knowing what each other do or even enjoy. It was an odd line Scaramouche and you two were threading on.

The bells that hung above your hole in the corner shop’s doors jingled softly as someone came in. The medic knew who it was for this had happened all too frequently. A creaking of the woods sounded closer and closer until the person plotted down on the couch of the backrooms. Finishing up cleaning some jars and boxes, the medic saw the very same vampire they formed an odd relationship with over the last 11 months.

“How was the trip?”

“Fucking tiring” came the groan of Scaramouche. Snickering at his dramatic self, they handed him a cup of tea. The vampire gulped down the whole cup of tea, ignoring how his throat burned. Setting the cup down Scaramouche got up from his seat confusing the shop-keeper.

“Are you leaving again this so-?” before they could finish their question, said vampire began taking off his clothes. Tailcoat, tie, blazer, white button down shirt all fell down on the couch he was sitting on.

Coughing into their gloves, the medic turned their face away hoping to conceal the blooming red on their face, trying to forget what just happened from their memory. Now, the medic was no prude and they got quite used to seeing half naked people due to some harsh injury treatments. But no man they ever performed on was as good-looking as the hot vampire standing in front of them.

“W-what do you think you’re doing? When the shop is still open none the less?” bringing a hand up to cover the side of their face so they won’t accidentally look at his half naked form, the shop owner tried to cool off their face.

Looking at the flustered medic, the vampire smirked, a very mischievous idea forming in his head. Taking the hand that was covering the side of their face, the purple-head looked up studying every detail. His smirk widens when your face gets redder, loving how he was teasing you. His other hand came up to hold your chin, leaning his face in closer and closer to yours, until he suddenly pushed you down on the couch. The hand that was holding yours pinning it down while the other works on taking off your tie and unbuttoning your button down shirt.

“Hey! What the hell do you think you’re doing now?!” grabbing the hand that was stripping you, your [c] eyes looked at his stormy purple ones.

“I’m thirsty. I’ve been away for a week and i’ve only been drinking animal blood and those were fucking disgusting”

“Then why did you take off your clothes dumbass?!”

“They were dirty” he was quite blunt with it. After looking in his eyes if he was lying or not - finding none - you sighed and slowly let go of his hand, letting him finish with his previous actions. Now basically both of you were half-naked.

Fuck, the sexual tension is too damn much, why isn’t he biting? By now he should be on his process of sucking you dry until you pass out but he wasn’t. Instead he was just looking down at you.

Scaramouche’s POV

Oh fuck. He had you like this before but at that time he was too blinded by his hunger he didn’t realize just how damn ethereal you are. Gently running his hands over your tummy and up your chest, he noticed how you shivered and your breath hitched under his fingertips.

Then he looked up at your face, how you were biting your lips and red you were in the face. Your gorgeous [c] eyes looking up at him, waiting for him to bite you, to take your blood, to mark your whole body as his-

‘Oh fuck. This is bad’

When the vampire first met you, he only became acquainted with you just to quench his thirst and hunger but over time he had gotten attached to you as more than just bloodbank. Not only were you understanding, you were also kind, thoughtful, hard-working, intelligent and down-right intoxicating. Then he remembered the dream he had a few nights ago. In that dream he had you just like this. You on your back, beneath him but the difference was that you two seemed more… intimate than whatever you two have going on now. But right now, it wasn’t a dream.

It was real.

You were underneath him, shivering from his cold fingers, red faced, looking up at him with those eyes he fell for. Gulping, Scaramouche leaned down to your neck but instead of what he always does, he started placing soft kisses up your throat and to your chin. He noted how you flinched, shutting your eyes and how your free hand came up to his shoulder not being able to decide if you should push him away or not.

‘Fuck. If you keep being so intoxicating like this how am I suppose to give up on you?’ Scaramouche thought while leaving gentle kisses around your neck and shoulders, sometimes leaving hickeys or gnawing at your skin just to feel you flinch or squirm.

‘Do you have any idea how much I wanted this? How much I wanted you beneath me like this? Flinching and squirming, wiggling and moaning as I make you mine? I wanted it so much I even fucking dreamt about it. I want you. I want you so badly [Name], can’t you see?’ kissing up to your neck once more he finally bit down on the same spot he always bites, sinking his fangs deeper and more harshly just so he can hear you bite back your pained groans and squirm in his hold.

‘I want you. I want you [Name]. I’m a monster that drains someone’s life away and you’re someone that saves others. We’re opposites and yet there’s a saying that goes opposites attract. I know I shouldn’t but I want that to be true so badly’ after gulping down some he retracted his fangs, looking down at you just to see you staring back at him with your soft smile and kind eyes.This snapped something in him as he bit down on the other side of your neck harshly, almost as if wanting to completely tear off your neck. The way his mood changed caused you to jolt and yelp loudly in pain.

‘Stop. Stop. Stop. Stop. Stop. Stop it. Stop looking at me like that. Stop smiling at me. Stop treating me like a human being or else… I will fall more deeper and I won’t be able to let you go’ Scaramouche stopped and moved away from you, panting and licking his mouth. Both sides of your neck were covered in blood, old and new bite marks littering it while you were panting, trying to recover from his last merciless attack. The sight made him tremble. He wanted you. He needed you. But you weren’t meant for him. He was a monster, you were a medic. He was a killer and you were a savior. Maybe it’ll be best if he just leave you behind and run far away-

A gentle hand on his cheek snapped him out from his spiraling dark thoughts. Looking at you, you were still wearing the same kind expression.

‘You being mine could never happen. But i’ll cherish every moment I share with you as long as you’d let me’ leaning in Scaramouche started cleaning your wounds then softly kissing and leaving hickeys on your upper body.

‘I could never have you’ another kiss ‘but I can’t help but yearn for you’ another bite ‘so i’ll stay here. Right by your side as long as you’d allow me to’

‘I love you. But i’ll kill this feeling over and over again if it means you will be safe and happy’

[thexuntamed]

@godforsakcn

[thexuntamed]

Its been a pretty bad week at work for me but so i haven't been on very much. I'm working on the blog but its a lot more slow going then i want/thought. Here's some cuties I groomed yesterday though!

[frenchfrywrites]

April Showers Day 3: Pissing inside someone

MINORS DNI

Warnings: AMAB gn dom top reader, sub bottom Levi, piss, little bit of dacryphilia, little overstimulation, little degradation, Levi has tentacle dicks, he also might be ooc?

Leviathan has gotten far more bold these days. Not in a way anyone besides you would notice, mind you; he still stays holed up in his room, prefers online over the real world, and still has his moments of bashfulness and diffidence. However, he now tells you what he’s thinking about unprompted, and this translates into the bedroom as well. Luckily for him, with hardly a blink on an eye you go about indulging whatever perverted thing he’s been fantasizing about.

It was a slow development but each time you accepted him fully, each time you didn’t laugh or tease or degrade him for his wants and needs, Levi got more and more open. Your easy acceptance has convinced him that he can trust you, and you have some strange sense of pride due to that.

He brought up a new fantasy last week. While you were rimming him he, between sweet wanton moans, breathlessly told you that he wants you to piss inside him, to use him as your toilet. You knew this was coming if you were honest with yourself, considering he’d sent you a hentai surrounding omorashi earlier in the week. So, while continuing to eat him out, you let Leviathan babble on while you came up with a game plan on how you’d fuck your favorite demon full of your piss.

-

It takes you a bit to cinch out all the details, but when you come up with an actual plan you set it into action. You text Levi in the evening to meet you in the bathroom closest to your room. You receive a text questioning you, but instead of answering you let him put the pieces together. Not long after the initial text he sends you get an absolutely unintelligible key smashed text, then a simple thumbs up emoji. While waiting for him to arrive you cast a silencing spell on the bathroom, so the two of you can do as you please without being interrupted.

“Today?” is what he greets you with, closing and locking the door behind him. You pull him in for a kiss, intentionally avoiding the question to build more anticipation.

When you pull away he’s quick to repeat himself, “today?” He sounds so eager and excited you can’t help but smile. You nod and he clutches onto your shirt helplessly, kissing you again, but quickly pulling away before it gets heated. “Um,” he avoids eye contact, squirming a bit, “thank you.” He’s still so cute, no matter how debaucherous he is.

“I figure we can do this in the tub, for easy clean up,” you explain, taking off your shirt. Levi nods, then stands awkwardly, likely waiting for you to undress him as he expects you to fully take the lead.

You, between kisses, help him out of his clothes next. He tenses under your gaze when you remove his final garment.

“So cute,” you praise, running your hands from his chest downwards. He relaxes a bit, his dicks beginning to peak out of his vent already.

You kiss him gently before backing away to grab the bottle of lube you keep in here for emergencies, then go to make yourself as comfortable as possible in the bathtub. Levi enters next avoiding eye contact as he straddles your thighs.

“I-I’ve been waiting for this,” he begins unprompted, hesitantly reaching out to circle his hand around your penis, his orange eyes glittering with excitement, “you might call me a gross pervert, but I don’t care, I’ve been thinking about this nonstop the last few days,” he strokes you as his tentadicks fully exit his vent, squirming around erratically simply from talking about his wants and desires. “I have no idea what to expect and that’s uh… it’s epic,” he pulls his gaze away from your cock to look up at you for confirmation.

“Yeah,” you agree weakly, not really sure that you’d personally use that word, but you’re happy that’s how he feels. You’re now fully hard from him jerking you off, so you reach down, pulling his hands away from you. “Let’s get you stretched,” you pop open the vial and thoroughly coat your fingers with the lube.

Levi, a little shakily, leans back as to expose his drenched, puffy vent to you. When your hand gets close enough his dicks wrap around your wrist, trying to get you to touch them instead. Ignoring them, you let your fingers rub the outside of his vent gently. Levi exhales shakily, watching your hand with great interest.

You pop one finger into him, wiggling it around enough for you to fit in another. Levi clutches the side of the bathtub, letting out little noises as you finger him open.

He’s producing more and more slick as you prod and stretch him, making things much more easier for you. It doesn’t take long for you to push in a third. Levi makes some high pitched squeak with the introduction of the third finger, but he relaxes enough for you to eventually open and close your fingers inside him.

“One day,” Levi’s attention gets drawn back to you as you speak, “we should see if you can take my whole fist inside your pretty vent,” he wails at that, clenching around you, his tentadicks thrashing around. Your dick throbs from his reaction, but you continue like you’re not achingly hard right now.

“We’ll save that for another day,” you promise, “though you’re opening up so easily for me right now guppy,” you brush against his prostate and Levi lets out a surprised yelp which morphs into a moan. “You want my piss inside you so bad, huh? Filthy boy,” you chide playfully. Leviathan again clenches around you, moving his hands from the edge of the tub to wrap around your neck so he can cling onto you, “want me to use you like a urinal?” he nods quickly. “Dirty slut,” you coo, massaging his prostate to hear him whimper and moan. His legs shake, his dicks leaking all over already.

“Please,” he begs breathlessly, “fu- uh, fuck me, oh, make me full of your,” he pauses, clenching his eyes tight as similarly his hole clenches around your fingers, “your pee, please.”

“Alright guppy,” you won’t make him wait any longer considering how unbelievably horny you are right now. If you don’t get your dick in him in the next few minutes you think you might go crazy.

Slowly, you remove your fingers from him and Levi hisses at the loss. He lifts himself shakily, so he can align his hole above your cock.

“Don’t warn me,” is all he says before lowering himself onto you.

You both moan as he sinks down. It takes him a second to reach your base, but once he does he lets out a small sob. It’s not unusual for Levi to cry a bit while you fuck him, so you’re not caught off gaurd.

“There you go guppy, taking me so well,” you praise, petting his hair and kissing him softly so he relaxes. He does relax eventually, his tears dry up and he loosens around you. You take that as a cue that you’re okay to move.

Ever so gently you rock your hips into him, and Levi whimpers at first, but those noises quickly shift into pleas.

It’s only then that you change up your pace, fucking up into him quickly and roughly, causing wet slapping and wanton moans to echo throughout the bathroom. You’re glad that you put that silencing spell up.

Levi lets you manhandle him, lifting his hips up and down, bouncing him on your cock. He simply holds onto you, staring down at his squirming dicks. He eventually looks up at you,

“You can touch them,” you groan, giving permission to his silent question.

“Ah, thank you, thank you,” he cries, letting one hand fall down so his dicks have something to curl around.

You feel a twinge in your bladder. Levi told you he didn’t want you to warn him, so instead you keep on fucking him like you hadn’t noticed anything at all.

“Please,” Levi begs, for something, anything. “Piss in me, in my- fuck, in my vent,” he’s flushed beyond belief, likely a bit shy with what he’s saying, but he continues when you groan at his words, “make my vent, my- ah, insides messy with your- hah, your piss,”

You honestly don’t have a preference when it comes to fucking Leviathans ass or his vent, but you do love how wet his vent gets; imagining how much wetter it will be once you let go has you groaning and bucking up harder into him.

Again you feel a tug on your bladder, so while continuing to thrust into Levi, you concentrate on pissing into him.

It takes you a minute or so to convince your body that it’s okay to let go right now, and then you do.

Levi lets out a choked moan, letting his head fall back when he feels your stream enter him.

“Yes, yes, yes, yes,” he cries, clenching like a vice around you, keeping your hot pee inside him. You move as best as you can with Levi’s sudden tightness, trying to fuck your piss as deep as you can within him.

Levi, unsurprisingly, cums midway through your stream. His cum shoots from his cocks, which are tightly coiled around his hand and one another, spraying between you two and along the sides of the bathtub. His vent is as tight as could be, his body twitching, and a long drawn out moan of your name being pulled from him while he orgasms.

He comes down as you finish up inside of him, relaxing enough that you can fuck him properly again. With each thrust of your hips your piss gushes from around your dick and out of his vent. It puddles under the two of you, the scent of it reaching your noses, causing Levi to let out a weak moan.

Though he’s overstimulated, you fuck him until finally you cum as well. Levi cries out your name again, his vent fluttering as you pump his vent full of your cum next.

You stay deep inside him even when you come down from your high, because you know he’d complain if you pulled out right now. Leviathan cuddles against you, mumbling something.

“What was that, guppy?” you ask softly, carding your fingers gently through his hair.

“That really was so epic,” he tells you, kissing you to show his appreciation. Luckily his lips against yours prevent you from laughing at his choice of words.

You’re so grateful Levi trusts you so much. You can’t wait to indulge him in whatever he comes up with next.

[everfreerene]

Brother’s promise

A/n: this is a side story from my fanfic featuring my Oc Takami Baji, Keisuke Baji’s 19 year old brother! A late gift for Baji’s birthday (～￣▽￣)～

P.s: If you know my story o(*￣︶￣*)o Let’s keep quiet for now

Pairings: none (but if you look closely I should have inserted Y/n there)

Warnings: Spoilers for Episode 21, Canon Character death, Spoilers for Bonten arc (Chapters 193-200), OOC Baji, mentions of blood, death, and guns.

Genre: angst-ish, fluff 

November, 1990

Takami Baji who had recently just turned 4 years old, is patiently sitting by the seats near the E.R of the public hospital that his mother was currently giving birth in.

The childlike ignorance that had entered his system distracted him so much that he didn’t hear his mom screaming profanities and threats at his poor dad.

But he didn’t care for that because he was going to be a big brother any moment now! His eyes sparkled in glee as he thought of the things he and his baby brother were going to do when they got out of the hospital.

He could read him the picture books that his friend had lent him, they could play with the stuffed toy (in which he got as a gift), or if his none of his parents weren’t looking he could teach his brother to say his own name for his first words! And if he were lucky enough, he could sneak in a cat!

Takami could finally brag to his friends that he was an older brother! ‘Take that Toshio and Masato! Ya guys aren’t the only ones who have younger siblin's now!’ He cheerily thought, swinging his tiny feet back and forth, his black doe like eyes watching the nurses pass by the other hallways.

Fortunately for him it seems like ‘any moment’ was happening now because he had heard the loud cries of his baby brother, hopping off the stool that he sat on, and waddled as fast as his little feet could carry him a few feet at the door.

November, 1991

“Mom!!” Takami, who had turned five a few weeks prior to his little brother, had shouted while running towards the kitchen to his mother who had been cooking Keisuke’s birthday cake.

“Kei said his first word!!” He informed her with bright eyes, clutching on the hems of her shirt.

“Byakuya get the camera!” Their mom had ordered, dropping the bowl and mixer in her hands, and wiped her hands using the apron that she soon threw carelessly to the side.

Thud!

His father fell on the ground due to excitement, shouting “I’m alright!” As he stood up and ran towards the play pen where their youngest sat, playing with Takami’s stuffed animals.

“come on Kei, can you tell mommy what you told Big Bro Taka?” She cooed and lifted the birthday boy in her embrace, while their father were angling the camcorder to the mother-son pair,

Keisuke squirmed around in her hold when he felt his mom tickle his cheeks, trying to escape the prison and go back to the toys on his crib.

“Ta..! Ta’mi!” He babbled, arms reaching for the pre-schooler who stood next to their father.

“He did it again!” Takami cheered and brought his hands up to the air to celebrate his victory over his parents, much to their dismay.

November, 1992

“Yer not the only one with a younger siblin’ now Masato!” 6 years old Takami bragged when he had finally been allowed to invite his friends over when his parents had gotten the hang of taking care of their rowdy baby

Although Takami usually confuses hia friends because of their identical, well, everything! From the color of their clothes to the color of their shoes, the only way one could tell them apart was their parting hairstyle.

“But yours is a different kind of younger sibling Taka, so I still win!” The eldest of the twins who had his hair parted to the right side, had stuck his tongue out clearly mocking his friend because of his cluelessness.

“Yeah Masato’s right Takami” the younger twin who has his hair parted to the left, agreed with his look-alike.

“No I win because I was Kei’s first word while yers was either yer mom or yer dad!” Takami had also stuck his tongue out while giving him a glare.

“No I win because my younger brother follows right after me, while you still have to wait for yours!”

And their argument lasted until their moms had scolded them for fighting with the toddler beside them.

November 3, 1995

Three years had officially past with Keisuke in his Kindergartener years, and Takami in his third year in elementary.

“Mom look! Mrs. Hiiragi placed a star on me!” Keisuke grinned as he showed off the back of his hand That showed a big star with a “You did well” written on it, his other hand holding up a piece of paper that had a really colorful drawing.

The drawing contained a yellow sun on the top left corner, 2 blue clouds by underneath it, a green field with a red house above it, and a family of 4 in the middle, with their names placed above it,

Mom, Dad, Tamaki, and Me!

Was what he had written, the mom laughs at her youngest’s mistake on her other son’s name. “But Kei, you got Taka’s name wrong,” she had gently explained to him, pulling him close and gripped the sides of the paper.

 “I did?!” The boy wonders and looks back at the paper, “You spelt his name wrong’” she confirmed, “It’s Takami, not Tamaki you got his ‘M’ and ‘K’ switched” she playfully pinches his nose making her son whine in response as he tried to push of her slender hands.

“I’m home!” Speak of the devil and he shall appear,

“Takami!” Keisuke cheered, crawling out of his mother’s embrace, he ran towards his eldest sibling in joy “Can you go with me to Mikey’s Dojo?” He had hugged Takami the moment he had stepped up the Tatami.

“If mom allows it!” Takami had hugged him back while sporting the same grin.

Keisuke had looked back at their mom expectantly.

She succumbed and agreed with a promise of coming home early, in which they acknowledged.

December, 2000

With the years passing by so fast Takami almost didn’t notice when he and Keisuke slightly drifted apart,

“Hey Takami, do you think I can own a pet-shop together with Kazutora when we’re older?” The younger who sat across him from the desk with his books scattered, had asked. He was finally getting some of his elementary works together with his brother! This didn’t usually happen anymore now, and Keisuke was joyful that he finally got some time alone with his brother, (Even if it meant that he had to study)

“Of course ya can why?” Takami, who was now forced to wear reading glasses due to an eye-condition that he had inherited from their father’s side of the family.

“Nothing, it’s just Math is too hard and if I had to do this to own a pet-shop then I’d rather be someone like mom now” Keisuke had glared at the papers in front of him.

“Ya mean a male wife? I mean if ya want to, but if ya really want to own one, why not let me help ya in managin’ the math?” Takami chuckled, placing his flip-phone down on the desk as he temporarily blocked his friend who kept spamming his email.

“You will??” Keisuke had excitedly asked the male in his early teens, after dropping the book in his hands, Takami confirms with a nod, holding out his hand with his little finger the only one standing tall, “It’s a promise,” He grins when Keisuke did the same and wrapped their fingers together

“It’s a promise!” Keisuke repeated “and the one who breaks it must cut off their pinky!”

Takami still thinks that consequence is too brutal..

August, 2003

Takami, 16 years old turning 17, had watched his mother kneel with her head planted on the ground in front of the Sano family.

“My sons and I send our condolences to your family for the recently deceased, along with me shouldering the responsibility for Keisuke and Kazutora’s actions,” He had heard his mother proclaim, the Sano family head remained unwavering, along with his remaining grandson. (Both of them were unaware of the platinum haired male that the deceased had adopted as one of their own.)

“I also apologize for lettin' them run rampant without my supervision Mr. Sano” Takami had apologize and went on all fours with his forehead touching the ground.

“Please raise your heads, there's nothing to forgive.” The Sano head had requested.

The only female of the Sano family cried in the arms of her friend, who also was the person Keisuke was courting.

Keisuke kneeled in the front row near the left, next to his friend group Draken, Mitsuya, and Pah-chin, all 4 of them had tears in the corners of their eyes.

Takami was beginning to think that with him joining a gang in the middle of his middle school years, he was becoming a bad influence on Keisuke.

From lighting abandoned cars on fire, to agreeing with his friend to steal a bike instead of letting him know.

Thank god his mother, and the person Keisuke was courting knocks some of his senses back when he couldn’t.

November, 2004

“this looks like a good one” Takami, recently turned 18, in the middle of his last year in high school, had complemented his younger brother’s gift for his s/o, Keisuke had bought a set of matching necklaces, a heart shaped lock, and a key.

“Looks like ya have really grown this time!” Currently they were buying a bouquet of flowers, and Keisuke insisted on getting his help because Takami knows more of the language of flowers.

“Oh shove off Takami!” The younger male looked away with a pout.

“Oh~ this would be a good gift! A bouquet of red tulips and lilacs please! Oh, and please add a note that says ‘Happy anniversary Y/n’ too!”  Takami cheerily requests at the male florist who smiled back at him.

“Alright, will you pay using card or cash?” the florist had asked, “Card please” Takami had handed him the thing.

“Try not to scare Y/n off Keisuke, they’re a real keeper!” Takami had laughed at his younger brother who had his cheeks tinted red. 

“Also here,” Takami had handed him a box with blue wrappings and a yellow ribbon tied around it.

“Happy 14th birthday Kei.” He gently hit Keisuke’s head with the material in hand. 

“And live longer than me why don’t ya, yer gettin’ more ‘n’ more reckless I can’t keep bustin’ yer ass outta trouble!”

“The same goes for you Takami! You’re supposed to be kind and respectful towards others as mom said!”

Another promise was made between them..

October, 2005

The only month of the year that Takami had rather erase from existence, the cursed month of Bloody Halloween, the month of horror and laughs were filled with cries and pleads from him and his brother’s friends.

“Hey, Kei didn’t ya promise to watch the fireworks together this year?” He had asked through the tears that blurred his vision, gripping his younger brother’s , bloodied, cold, and calloused hands tight. 

If he were faster, if he had never went to Harajuku, if he had known that an accident would occur, if he had allowed his gang mates to dispatch when the fight took too far,  

Would Keisuke still be alive?

 “Hah, looks like I’m...breaking mine” Keisuke laughs through the pain in his lower abdomen and his lower back.

“Hey now don’t say that,” The elder male sniffed, ”Ya will be alright.” He had convinced, though if he didn’t know who he was convincing.

“Mom’s waitin’ fer ya at home, so please stay with me Kei.” Takami pleaded to whoever was watching from above.

“Don’t leave us like dad did Kei,” 

“Let’s be brothers again in another life Takami” Keisuke pledges in his final moments

Takami still thinks that the consequences of broken promises are too brutal..

November, 2018

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

The loud, continuous, gun shot echoed on the walls of the blood stained room.

In the middle of it all, stood a blood covered individual, short black-hair, narrowed black eyes, 

Clap! 

Clap! 

Sang another, “Job well done once again president~” the voice cooed as they strutted closer to the other despite the pools of red that had continue to spread out on the floors. Blood splattering on their white 4 inch stilettos.

“Aria, not the time.” another had chided.

“Oh right, it’s that time of the year already” Aria, had laughed at her forgetfulness.

“Are you visiting his tomb again president?~”

Gun clicking, and pointed at the back of her head. “I told you to watch your words Kisaki,” The other’s soothing voice had threatened her, yellow, and red pupils staring at the back of her head with menace.

“Or do you want to drop dead like these humans?”

“Lower you weapon executive.” The superior had finally spoken “this is no time for a chat, Aria run after the ones that had escaped, Katsu with me.” He glared at both of them. 

“Yes~” the female sang once more and sped towards the left door.

Looks like the eldest broke his too. 

[ackermans-freedom-inc]

I need to put this in your requests before I forget it: Levi and reader are living in a post-titan world.Erwin(he's still here) forces Levi and reader to go on vacation/take a break from work.They go into the mountains with a cabin and all the things they will need.Reader's been having major baby fever but once they move in she starts to feel sick in the morning.She just -knows- and comes up with a cute way to tell Levi in the woodsy setting. I get sobbing Levi vibes from this(ik it's kinda ooc)

A/N: ANON THIS IS THE CUTEST ASK!!!! I got crazy fall vibes and since its fall af here I got super inspired!!! I dunno why but I love the hellll out of this fic! I hope Levi isnt too ooc here! Enjoy! <3

Pumpkin - FLUFFY AF, pregnant reader, modern AU

You stepped into the cabin, breathing in the smell of the sturdy wooden frames mixed with the scent of a genuine wood burning fireplace. The space was immaculate, having received a 5-star rating for cleanliness. Erwin had picked the place, handing you the driving directions and cabin keys only a day before. He insisted you and Levi take time off work, refusing to take no for an answer as he all but kicked you both out of your offices. A wave and wink was all you got as he locked his own door behind him, knowing blue eyes sparkling as he took a seat in his leather chair once again.

Truth be told, you and Levi didn’t want to take a vacation, neither did you need to. You loved your job, being able to work alongside your husband was, in your eyes, the definition of a dream come true. The only thing that was missing from your lives was a…

“Baby!” Levi came up behind you, scolding you as he took in the amount of luggage you carried into the cabin. “We can make more than one trip!”

Your eyes twinkled as they met his, challenge in your voice as you replied. “Two trips? Never!”

You braced for the flick that he gave you on your forehead, grumbling as you rubbed the sore spot, hauling items up into the spacious bedroom. Within the hour, you and Levi had unpacked, the fridge now nicely stocked with herbs, spices, and other pantry essentials. Your clothes were all unpacked, folded neatly in drawers while Levi’s items hung in the closet.

By the time night fell, the darkness found you and Levi curled up on the couch together as he rubbed your feet, you alternating between soft sighs of contentment and sips of your tea. It really was relaxing, the way the fire crackled and popped, the way the embers glowed and the way the smell of fragrant dried pine needles permeated the area, making it feel unquestionably fall.

You and Levi had been talking, the timing seemed right to try for a baby. Everywhere you looked lately, babies seemed make an appearance. Your neighbours pushed a stroller with a babbling baby inside, while your secretary at work finally took maternity leave, Petra’s bump having gotten so big she didn’t even fit in her desk any longer. You even got random ads for baby items, the internet cookies seeming to read your mind.

None of it seemed real, the idea of having a bouncy baby of your own. Would they look like Levi? Or you? Whose nose? Whose hair colour? Whose temper? You shuddered a little at the prospect of the child inheriting your temper, your movement pulling you from your reverie as you shivered again. The fire had all but gone out, the wood now charred black, the remaining embers glowing desperately, clinging to life. With some water, Levi put it out of its misery, closing the double gates to the fireplace before walking over to you, picking you up as he carried you up to the bedroom with a soft kiss to your forehead. That night, as you lay in his arms, you fell asleep comforted by the new sounds that surrounded you, lulled into a restful sleep by the familiar body holding you close.

That morning you woke, the smell of pancakes and bacon in the air. You barely had time to call down a good morning to your husband before a wave of nausea hit you. Your hand covering your mouth, you ran for the toilet, grabbing the bowl as you wretched, silently thanking the fates for granting you Levi as the bowl was scrubbed within an inch of its life, not a speck of dirt or grime to be found. When your stomach finally stopped churning, your morning confusion was also wearing off. Your eyes blinked as the gears in your head turned. You counted the days, flushing the toilet and washing out your mouth as you ran for your phone to check the date. Oh god.

You knew. You just knew. Your hand rubbed against your belly, tears in your eyes as you called down to Levi.

“Come eat! Breakfast is ready.” He replied to your call of his name.

You wanted to tell him but wanted to be sure. So during breakfast, you sat quietly, chewing thoughtfully on slices of perfectly cooked bacon as you doused your pancakes with syrup, eliciting a nose wrinkle from Levi. You made some random excuse about heading back upstairs, leaving him to do the dishes as you rummaged through your toiletries bag. Finding what you needed, you locked yourself in the bathroom. Waiting.

By the time Levi came up to find you, you knew. Without a doubt. Double lines. You still kept it a secret from him, already knowing how you were going to tell him.

If Levi noticed anything different about the way you were acting, he didn’t mention anything the entire drive to the farm. Your hand slotting easily into his as the guide led you to the pumpkin patch, shears in hand as she pointed animatedly to the rows of ripe pumpkins you could choose from.

You and Levi took your time, combing through the rows as you both looked for the perfect candidate. He found his first, carrying the perfectly symmetrical and beautifully shaped pumpkin under his arm as he followed you, nodding earnestly as you commented on the pumpkins you passed on.

“That one’s too pointy…too irregularly shaped…sides not flat enough”

When you finally settled on your perfect pumpkin, Levi took that under his arms as well, a jerk of his head towards the exit.

“We got what we came for, let’s go.”

Your mischievous smile made him frown ever so slightly as you cocked a hip, staying exactly where you were. “No…” you said, teasing tone to your voice. “What did we say we would come here to do Levi?”

“What are you talking about? You said one pumpkin per person, then we would go home.” Levi’s confusion was evident by now, no doubt fueled by the extra strain of having to hold both the pumpkins.

“We need to get a third one.”

Levi just blinked, gorgeous grey eyes looking into yours as his mouth fell open, his chest starting to heave.

“What did you say?” he asked, voice a little shaky.

“I said, Levi, we need to get a third pumpkin. One for each person.”

His eyes flicked to your stomach at the same time his arms let go of the pumpkins. You winced as they hit the ground, but was soon enveloped in a hug, gentle hands coming up to cup your cheeks as he pressed your foreheads together. You were shocked to find tears streaming down his face as he kissed you over and over again, ignoring your giggling protests.

“When did you find out!” he asked, still incredulous as his hands finally left your cheeks, fingertips resting against your stomach.

“This morning” you replied, smile never leaving your face as you watched Levi kneel, not caring that he was in the middle of a field of dirt, pressing soft kisses against your covered belly, tears darkening the fabric of your shirt.

You couldn’t believe your usually stoic and quiet husband would be brought to tears at the prospect of a child, but you weren’t complaining.

That night, the two of you, three pumpkins in tow, visited the drug store at Levi’s insistence. Three positive tests lined the bathroom counter as he once again held you, tears in his eyes as he kissed you over and over and over again, the rest of the night was spent with you leaning against the headboard, Levi between your legs as you carded your fingers through his hair, a look of pure love on his face as Levi murmured to your belly. Already talking to his child.

The only person who wasn’t pleased was Erwin. As you put in your notice of maternity leave with him, he groaned, a hand clapped over his eyes as he finished looking through the time Levi requested off to be by your side the first couple of months after the baby’s due date.

“I shouldn’t have sent you two off on that cabin trip.”

[pastthevaulteddoors]

My brain fogs usually end with me babbling.

This morning @delicatelygloriousphoenix allowed me to babble to them about a thought I had.

And then... It just kept going.

I’m still tired. Here’s a cut version of that conversation.

I had a thought before bed last night 'cause I'm finishing up the extras to SVSSS.

What if someone was reborn into Mo Dao Zu Shi and had to save everyone?

What if Jiang Cheng was the person they were born into? I can't remember the scene properly from the novel, but right before WWX interrupts the summit meeting on Koi/Carp tower, drinks LWJ's booze and accuses Jin Zixun of his labor camp is when this person becomes the new Jiang Cheng. He himself interrupts WWX's rant that nearly falls into a fight and demands that he/Lotus Pier are allowed to keep the rest of the Wens because they burned the place to the ground and therefore have a right to them to rebuild the place.

The argument is quick, and JC is like "I'm taking them" and drags WWX out in surprise. But he turns to LWJ and is like "You comin'?" so of course LWJ comes when he's actually invited to do so. They run off to the camp. JC tries to hurry to get there before Wen Ning is stabbed. They do get there earlier than in the show/novel, but WN is already stabbed (but not dead).

They drag the Wens and an unconscious WN out of the camp. WWX doesn’t go nuts because WN isn’t dead yet and JC is there to lay down some tsundere harshness in his stead.

They have to stop at a village before they get there where Wen Qing can work on her brother and the Wens can rest. JC buys them all rando threadbare robes so they don't stand out as Wens anymore.

Lan Xichen shows up at some point to see if he can't... not so much help as his position won't allow him to take sides on this, but there to 'check on his brother.’ When he gets there, he’s pushed to the inn room where he sees JC focused at WN’s side. He’s giving him spiritual energy while WQ rests nearby. That's LXC’s first little spark of  "Ah, JC is nicer than he first appears."

The Wens are supposed to be 'laborers' to help rebuild Lotus Pier, but JC's really just wanting to make sure that WWX isn't forced off to Burial Mounds and becomes an icon of hatred like the show/novel. And he doesn't have to remove him from the sect entirely.

However, he tells a distracted WWX that he obviously has ideas with his new powers and gives him leave to seclude himself to practice/create/invent but in a safe environment. Jiang Yanli is happy that her brothers are not alone yet able to pursue their separate interests/areas of need.

LXC suggests Gusu taking the Wens as well as 'laborers' since Cloud Recesses was also burned down by the Wens. In reality, they have more safe space for the Wens, it's harder to ambush the 'labor camp' when it's on a mountain peak.

This is where the ALIVE yet healing Wen Ning and Wen Qing ask the Lans to take care of A-Yuan as they are not in the best situation to take care of a child at their camp. This is where LWJ and the frequently visiting WWX basically adopt him.

I mean, if the Wens aren't in danger, WWX has no reason to go back to the burial mounds so of course he’d come to check up on the Wens a lot. Which just means hanging out with A-Yuan and the bunnies often. If LWJ happens to be there with him all the time... well... who’s to say what that means?!

Meanwhile, JC is trying to handle his sect with only a bit of help from WWX here and there, although Wen Qing shows up a lot, as does LXC as a gesture of goodwill and to help the young new sect leader.

JC enjoys being a leader and the System provided him with knowledge and ability to train his new sect. He used to be a salaryman when he was alive, this is far more exciting and much more stimulating.

JC is pretty oblivious that both WQ and LXC are absently crushing on this confident and warmly grumpy JC. He just thinks they like visiting him to talk sect leader stuff or night hunt or... maybe he even thinks they’re his friends.

BUT JC knows his mission is not done, as the System keeps reminding him.

He needs to make sure Jin Guangyao doesn't marry his sister but he can't break OOC or share his knowledge of knowing that JGY and Qin Su are siblings... so he subtly courts Qin Su instead to basically cock block JGY.

Which surprises all but whatever. JC has changed since becoming sect leader, or so they say (really, JC is a different person entirely but ya know).

JC is okay with it, saying Qin Su is a decent woman and pretty enough. He'd be okay if they'd end up marrying, although he's very aware that JGY might try to murder him for taking the girl he likes but he's got his defenses up.

The courting goes on for awhile and JC keeps blocking JGY’s advances where he can but doesn’t go further with his own.

A few years later, JC hosts a birthday party of four year old Jin Ling, with little Lan Sizhui, Lan Jingyi, Ouyang Zizhen among others... so it's a mini sect leader party, too. All of this without going OOC, he's still a grumpy sect leader but he's less feared (like, in the novel, JC was a friggen murderer! He tortured and killed anyone he thought was using WWX's methods or was his incarnation!). People actually seem to like him!

Late night at the party WWX, JC, LWJ, and LXC were hanging out. They suggest going on a boat together because a lot of lanterns were going to be let off in the lakes for JL’s birthday.

JC 'accidentally' spills tea on LXC's robes so he has to excuse himself to change. The others wait by the boat and JC is like "Oop, I changed my mind. I'm going to do something else" and kicks the boat off with LWJ and WWX in it and walks away. He chills in a pavilion a little bit later, watching the lanterns on the water and a few boats out there when LXC comes back. He doesn't even ask when happened and joins him, watching the boat that their brothers are in. LXC and JC haven't talked about it, but they both low key ship LWJ and WWX so they're of agreement.

This event triggers the Wangxian relationship quest. JC is pretty happy that they don’t have to wait 13-16 years before they get to enjoy each other’s company.

And that's when JC himself starts to admire LXC. Not that he hadn't before, they had become friends of sorts from both rebuilding their sects, passing advice to each other, and generally get to complain to each other as young sect leaders. JC kept distance though, knowing LXC’s sworn brothers are his confidants but now and again LXC even lets on a bit of that drama (realizing how much NMJ and JGY are at odds) when JC mentions "they just gotta fuck and get it out of their system"

But yeah, it's during that conversation that JC is like "LXC is actually really attractive and fun to talk to..." crush style.

Then a new mission starts! JC has to team up with LXC to get JGY and NMJ together. All the while JC is loosely courting Qin Su still. Wen Qing has since moved on with her affections (WQ is fast realizing that everyone is gay and instead goes to make out with Mianmian because yes lesbians!).

So LXC realizes that he likes JC but doesn't think he'd be interested because of Qin Su and Wen Qing.

Meanwhile, JC is like "The author said the only gay couple in this novel was WWX and LWJ but!!!?!?!?!??!?!? everyone is gay!?”

At WWX and LWJ's wedding, LXC and JC spy on JGY and NMJ who end up kissing behind a tree. They're tipsy but success! JC gives LXC a high five which amuses LXC because 'wtf is a high five? that's so cute, what a grumpy dork'

JC outright stops courting Qin Su then, which pisses off her sect, that is in close ties with the Jins, which turn their anger towards the Jiang sect. So JC has to fight with the Jins in a political battle, and his sister is preggers with her third kid so she can't help much.

But it's finally JGY that stands up to his father to stop bulling smaller sects. No hard feelings for stealing Qin Su then dumping her, apparently.

It's about this time when Mo Xuanyu shows up and is like "you're my daddy" Lady Jin already hates her husband's illegitimate children but now she's furious, especially after her friend tells her that Jin Guangshan raped her and Qin Su is ALSO an illegitimate child (another reason JGY decides he doesn’t hate JC for cock blocking him).

All this combined, Jin Guangshan is shamed off his throne. Jin ZiXuan takes up a lead and JGY (now renamed Jin Ziyao as is the proper generational name) decides he's happy with not being an asshole (since he's getting good dickings with his boyfriend NMJ and Lady Jin has finally stopped bullying him) and decides that he'd be content, even happy, being his brother's advisor rather than dethroning him for sect leadership.

But of course there's gotta be drama. Shi Su and Jin Zixun are not the smartest of people but they've teamed up with Xue Yang who has a bit of the Iron. Together, they start to plot against the sects to overrule them, because they're dumb idiots with a semblance of power.

That's about as far as my brain went when I fell asleep and then this morning when the brain fog focused on that instead of on work while I was waking up.

Just something about 13 years later, JC and LXC are pretty close but not lovers yet, when something-something adventure and JC and LXC become a thing in a similar manner that WWX and LWJ did in the novel. RANDOM CONFESSION TIME that other people have to point out to them!

The following is related conversation but I don’t want to put my friend’s part so... it’s disjointed. Sorry not sorry I’m tired.

Continued conversation about wangxian being together:

because JC already knew they'd be together from the show/novel, and LXC shipped them, so they teamed up to get them to confess

That's what I meant when JC forced them onto a romantic boat ride together.

They weren't parted from the Wen fight stuff so instead of fighting at Nightless City, they had time to realize their feelings and not die instead of confess. ;p

Conversation... conversation...

So for so long JC doesn't know he's into guys (LXC in particular, kinda like SQQ in SVSSS) but just like JC in the novel, he gets himself blacklisted from the matchmakers. Meanwhile, this whole time his very close friend, LXC (they're really close now since JGY and NMJ are a couple so he doesn't like to third wheel it and instead spend his time with JC) things that JC is straight and lowkey crushes on him for 13-16 years before WWX and LWJ have to spell it out to them.

but Lan have a-yuan as adopted heir

He'd (JC) probably ask Jinli if one of her kids could be heir

What if Jin Zixun tries to take the sect leader throne or something. He'd be next in line if jin Zixuan didn't die and JGY didn't step up.

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Red Candles Pt 9

OOC: How to vote: Send your choice in an ask to this blog. Comments, reblogs and dms will not count as I do not get notifications for them nor do I want to screenshot from several places.  I’ve spotted a couple of older choices coming through, please make sure to check by the blog to be up to date with the latest post!  Thank you!

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Go With Him

Carefully hiding the knife at your side out of Mark’s view you allow him to steer you along back to the living room. So much for hunting around the house but the place is so big extensive and confusing that you wouldn’t have a chance without some information first.

Mark seems pleased to have been able to maneuver you to the room and that you’d gone along with him and begins babbling about this that and the other to do with what he’s set up in the living room and- well it’s not a living room anymore...  ¿ƃɥⅎᴉƃ ⅎʅq ʅʍ ʅsᗡ

As you pass the threshold you’re led into a large open space, there’s display cases and cabinets and modern architecture. A huge contrast to the old manor you had just been in. Where the hell where you now? How had he done that? 

“What do you think? Pretty good huh?” Mark seemed overly proud of whatever it was he had just pulled off.  “You recognize this place right? - ah shh better keep our voices down” 

You glance back to him and notice Mark is now dressed head to toe in all black. Tactically vest, belt, a beanie, boots, a black duffel bag around his shoulder and the tactical shovel strapped to the side of it.  Glancing down at your own hands you see black gloves and sleeves, mother fuckers gone and dragged you on another heist. Same building. 

“Ok so, last time things didn’t pan out so well, but that box wasn’t the only important thing in here. We didn’t really have enough time to grab both so we’re goin back in and striking twice! They’d never expect us!” 

Great... Another heist, another rabbit hole. You couldn’t be further away from those candles right now! You shake your head, hands up to try and interrupt Mark and try to get back, glancing behind you. There’s only trees and a street back there now. Where the hell was the house!? Mark’s already digging out his grappling hook  “alright, meet ya inside buddy!” -thoot.....sstttttk- “OOMF!” Annnd there he went... great. 

Well could be worse, you could be trying to run around the house avoiding this nut bag, now you’re off on some ridiculous adventure again. -sigh-

You take a moment to pause and check over what you have, low and behold, the knife you grabbed from the kitchen is still in your possession and as you bring it out of your duffel bag the sounds of the music box return... and hoo boy is it much louder here! Your vision starts to darken around the edges and you quickly stuff the knife back in the bag into its own pocket and zip it up tight. The music box remains present but its not as loud now. At least you now have a place to hide it.  Other contents of the bag included a grappling hook of your own, some scrap papers, a respirator and what appears to be night vision goggles and a stack of papers. you recognize them from Mark’s bedroom, the script. Don’t forget your lines!

With a sigh, you resign yourself to head inside the only way you can, Mark’s not going to give you any information out here. Just like before you take to the side of the wall, draw the grappling hook and shoot up onto the roof. Crawl through the duct and out into the glass walkway inside. 

Glancing around you spot Mark scuttling along on the lower floor and rappel yourself down with the hook to join him. Landing much more gracefully than anything Mark could have pulled off. 

“How’d you- never mind. Alright pal, our prize is right overrrr-” he licked a finger, held it up, spun a circle then pointed in the direction of a very obvious and in sight door just behind him “There! All we have to do is get past that guard... looks pretty mean n vicious.” 

You glance over to the guard from behind your hiding spot. Cutest guard you ever did see. A beautiful lass in uniform, bright eyes, silky blonde locks and a healthy wet nose!  “any ideas buddy? I don’t have any steak on me this time, do you?” That’s a negative boss, no steak this time. But how mean and vicious could Chica be? She was already wagging her tail at you both... 

Your choices are as follows: 

Go pet Chica Look at her, soft fluffy bean, probably confused at what the hell Mark had put her in this time and why she’d been told to sit and stay right here, there were treats involved right? the key for the door was clearly right there on her uniform. Really Mark we don’t have time for this.

Distraction! Maybe he’s right, pretty mean and vicious guard dog! Maybe there’s something around here you can use to throw and distract her? Then again how will you bust through the door? Maybe Mark has something in his bag? 

“Well? c’mon... I think I hear guards comin’! We don’t wanna get caught! I dunno if you remember but the last time you got our asses tossed in prison, I DIED.... Well? Any ideas at all? Maybe if we-...nah that’d never work...hmmm... Oh I know how abou-. nah... Shoot I should have brought the explosives from the pirate exhibit again- ok what if-” 𝐵𝑟𝑥 𝑑𝑢ℎ 𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑣ℎ 𝑔𝑟𝑞𝑤 𝑗𝑙𝑦ℎ 𝑥𝑠 𝑘𝑟𝑠ℎ, 𝑖𝑢𝑙ℎ𝑞𝑔!

OOC: Ah yes, down the rabbit hole we go! Where it stops nobody knows! Maybe it’ll be fun?  Also side note the dialog after the choices there is how Mark behaves while the choices are on screen and he’s waiting for you to click one.