#(holding you) SHE’S IMITATING WHAT SHE EATS…

[devils-yui]

Remade an old OC, say hello once again to Titania!

My alien-humanoid oc from Beast Wars!

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I was also inspired by @emerald-dragonflame and thought to myself that, “hey maybe I should bring back my oc for my oc x canon, with Dinobot, who was also an alien!”

[twice-inamillion]

Twice Series 

Fun by the Pool

Smut

Chapter 250

2900 Words

(You and the twins surprise Mina with a morning breakfast. With some help from family you and Mina spend some time together, even sneaking some birthday sex.)

“Let’s try to be careful as we go up the stairs, okay?”

The twins nod, smiling and trying to hold their excitement. They walk behind you, imitating your movements as you climb stairs. They look at each other, Hina signaling to Ari to keep quiet, “Unnie, shh!”

When you get to the second floor, you hand them a cup of juice and the other a bouquet. “I’m going open the door, and when we come inside, we’ll inside happy birthday to Mommy, okay?” 

The two of them nod, “Yes, Daddy.”

You slowly open the door and tippy-toe inside, walking past the door and start singing Happy Birthday.

”Happy Birthday, Mommy!”

Mina, from her covers, pops her head out, slowly opening her eyes. Three figures start to come into view as she listens to her twins singing. “Thank you, babies.”

”We made mommy breakfast!”

”Thank you.”

”Happy Birthday, dear. The girls wanted to make you breakfast.”

”Is that true?”

Ari and Hina nod, smiling at their mother, “Yes, make mommy pancakes.”

“They look good; I can’t wait to taste them.” 

The girls smile and watch as their mother pours syrup on her pancakes. She cuts a small piece and takes a bite, “Omg, it’s so good!”

“Yay! Mommy likes food!” The twins hug each other at a job well done. They watch as their mother eats the pancakes, their mouth drooling at the smell of food. 

“Ahh!” 

They immediately opened their mouth, happy their mother offered them some food. Ari climbs on the bed and picks at the apple slices and strawberries. Hina looks at Ari with a frustrated expression, “Ari, no. That’s mommy’s food!”

Ari turns and sticks her tongue out, “bleh!”

“No!” Hina stomps her foot, “That’s my mommy’s food! Not Ari!”

You pick her up, trying to comfort her, “It’s okay, Hina. What if you give her the picture you drew for mommy?” Hina nods, rubbing her eye, “Okay, daddy.” 

You place her on the floor, open her backpack, and giving her drawing to Hina. She woddles to her Mina, “Mommy, look, Hina, draw a picture.” 

“Aww, thank you, Hina. Let’s see it together.” Hina nods, raises her arms, and lets you pick her up. She approaches Mina’s lap and says, “Look!” 

“Aww, I love it. Is that mommy?”

“Yeah, it’s mommy, Hina, Ari, and daddy.” Hina continues to point at the stick figures. “Ohh, I see you drew my long hair, but what’s this on top?” 

“Mommy, a princess. Mommy pretty.” 

“Thank you, Hina.” Mina hugs Hina, causing Ari to become jealous. “Mommy doesn’t like Ari! Mommy not hug Ari, just Hina!” She crosses her arms and pouts. 

“Does Ari want a hug from Daddy?”

“No! Ari wants hug from Mommy, not Daddy. Ari mad!” 

Mina tries to hold her laughter, seeing how cute Ari looks when she’s mad. “Ari, mommy likes Ari and Hina.” 

“But mommy not hugging Ari, only Hina.” 

Mina extends her arms, “Does Ari want to join?”

Ari looks down, upset, “Yes.” 

“Come here.” 

Ari makes her way to Mina and hugs the two of them. You try to take a photo when Mina says, “Girls, can daddy join too?”

The two of them nod, and you rush to give them an enormous bear hug. “Daddy, Ari can’t breathe.” The two other girls laugh at Ari’s overreaction.

The day continues with the four of you spending time together as a family. Eventually, Jisoo and Da-eun arrive in the living room and get the twin’s attention. 

“I asked Chaeyoung’s mom if she could watch the kids for a few hours. Let’s spend some time, just the two of us.” 

“Isn’t that too much?” 

“It’s fine, she said she enjoys watching the kids. Plus, it’s a way for them to get used to her, and now they’ll be her students.” 

“You’re right. I don’t want to bother her if we don’t have to,” says Mina.

“Just think about it. You deserve some time off.”

“I do. I do.” 

“You still have some legos sealed, right? Or games you’ve been wanting to play.” 

“Oh, that’s right.” 

“How about we build some Legos and relax.” 

“Okay. Let me get them from my closet.” 

The two of you walk to the game room, but as you enter, you notice Nayeon and Jeongyeon enjoying themselves in karaoke. Jeongyeon turns around and shouts, “Get out!”

Mina and you laugh as you exit the game room. She asks, “Where should we go?” Thinking of a quiet place, you suggest, “What about going to the pool house? It’s quiet, plus we’ll have a nice view.” 

Mina nods and the two of you walk a few minutes until you see the pool house. It’s Mina’s first time visiting, and is excited to take a tour. “Wow, it’s so spacious and pretty. I thought it would just be a small shed and a pool on the side, but it’s actually a whole house.” 

“It is. I figured it would be nice to have one, especially with the kids and members who want to get out of the summer heat.”

“Maybe we should bring the twins for swimming lessons,” says Mina as she imagines her babies learning how to swim.

“That would be great. Let’s ask them.” 

Mina continues to tour the pool house and places her bag on the table. “Let’s try to do one box and see how far we get.” 

You sit across from Mina and admire how invested she is. “I found another piece here.” She grabs it and puts it in its place, “Thanks.” 

“Doesn’t your head hurt by concentrating so much?” 

“Sometimes, but I really want to finish it.” 

“How about a break?” 

“Break?”

“Yeah, a half-hour break.”

“Okay. What do you want to do?” 

“Want to get in the pool?” 

Mina’s ears perk, curious about your decision. “The pool? I don’t have a swimsuit.” 

“Just our clothes, then.” 

Mina smacks your shoulder after listening to your suggestion, “Oppa, stop. You’re not serious, right?” 

You take off your shirt and toss it to the side. You grab Mina’s hand and pull her off her chair, “Come on.” At first, she hesitates but holds your hand. 

“Let's rinse before going in,” you say as you turn on the shower. You take off your shorts and toss them to the side. “Are you going to go in like that?” Mina watches you standing halfway naked and replies, “Turn around, don’t look.” 

You turn around and try to listen to what’s behind you. “Hey, no peeking!” You laugh, caught trying to sneak a peek. 

After a few seconds, she says, “I’m done.” You turn around and see Mina completely nude. You eye her from head to toe, “wow.” 

She covers her private parts and says, “Hentai!”

“Wait… what?”

 “Jōdandesu.”

You laugh at Mina for trying to crack a joke. There’s times when you don’t know if she’s serious or playing a joke on you.

You turn on the water, and the two of you rinse yourself. Suddenly, you feel a pair of hands on your back and ask, “Yes?”

“Let me wash your back for you.” 

“Okay.” 

You feel the cold sensation of the body wash on your back. Mina gently lathers your back with the soap, making sure to get every spot. 

“It feels good.” 

Suddenly, you feel two small nubs press against your back. They slowly drag back and forth. You try to turn around, but Mina pushes your head back, “Don’t turn.” 

Mina continues to rub her mounds on you, pressing her body against yours as she washes you. She moves onto your arms and legs, making sure to clean the areas you can’t.

”Now it’s my turn.” 

You gently wash Mina’s flawless skin 

You admire Mina’s flawless skin as you wash her from behind. Everything about her is perfect. “I doubt anyone could tell you had children, Mina. Your body is so perfect.”

In a gentle and sophisticated manner replies with a “Thank you. I try to take care of myself.” 

“It shows,” you say as you begin to kiss her nape. She slightly lifts her head up from the sudden sensation and releases a soft moan. 

Noticing her reaction, you decide to take things up a notch and slide your hand past her waist. You slowly glide your hand toward her lower region and say, “I think this needs a bit of attention.” 

Mina gasps as she feels your hand move towards her lower lips. Your middle finger moves past her folds, making her moan. She grabs your hand and asks, “Ahh…what are you doing?”

”Washing you. I need to make sure you’re nice and clean.”

”But… not there…” squeezing her legs together. 

You continue to push your hand forward when your ring finger slips inside Mina’s folds. Her body squirms to the sensation and whines, “Oppa, please…” 

“Like this?” 

You insert more of your finger, scraping Mina’s walls. She moans louder, placing her hand around yours and inviting you in. “More…” You begin to thrust your finger, moving it in circles. 

Watching her expression, you insert another finger inside, causing her to lose balance from the overwhelming sensation. “Ahh… ahh!”

”You like that baby? Me, thrusting your fingers inside your pussy.” 

“Yes…”

You pull your fingers out and show Mina the mess she made, “Fuck… look how wet you are.” The both of you see as her thick juices drip onto the ground. You place your fingers into your mouth and lick them clean, making Mina bite her lip. 

She feels your cock gets hard behind her, pressing against her back. The feeling of your cock throbbing behind her is making her hot and horny. She turns around and grabs your face, putting her lips against yours and slowly making out. 

You turn off the water and slowly make your way out of the shower, lifting Mina and placing her on the bathroom sink. You pull yourself away and get on your knees and spread Mina’s legs open. 

Without a second thought, you move your face towards her lower region and drag your tongue against her leaking pussy. Mina feels her whole body becoming overwhelmed with goosebumps as you start to eat her out. 

She holds the back of your head as you make out with her pussy. The more you taste her wet and tender lower lips, the more you get addicted to her sweet nectar. The steady stream of sweet honey flows into your mouth and down your throat, “Ahh… oppa… you’re going to make me cum…”

You wrap your hands around her thighs, balancing yourself as you try to reach her deepest parts. Mina slowly begins to knead her breasts as she watches you on your knees. 

“Wait, oppa… I’m going to cum… get up.”

“Cum.”

”No, it’s embarrassing.”

Instead, you give her a small push as you aim your focus towards her clit. Mina pushes your head away, “Wait… what are you doing? Ahh…”

You increase the pace, digging your face into her cunt as you beg for your meal. “Cum for me, baby, I want to taste all of you.”

Not being able to hold any longer, she pinches her nipples as she cums. “AHH!” A heavy stream of liquid comes rushing towards your face, flooding your mouth as you try to take every ounce into your mouth. 

The bathroom is filled with Mina’s heavy breathing, her body hot from orgasm. She watches as you lift your face, her juices covering your mouth. 

There’s a lustful look in her eyes. Still innocent like the Mina, you know, but someone who is close to being corrupted. The two of you stare into each other’s eyes and notice her silent plea for more.

You wrap your arms around her small waist and lift her, walking towards the outside of the house and into the beach chairs. You lay yourself against the chair as the two of you make out. 

Mina pulls away, not being able to wait any longer; she grabs your hardened cock. She lifts herself and aligns your cock above her entrance. You watch as she lowers herself; your cock spreads her entrance allowing you to slide into her hot womb.

“Hmmm…

Mina traces her finger against her lower region as your cock makes its way inside. She stops and gasps, feeling her baby room being adjusted to your length. 

She puts her hands on your chest and starts riding you slowly. There’s a silence as she rides you. With the silence, your attention focuses on what's in front of you and the pleasure of your bodies together.

Your hands carefully move from her waist to her breast. She moans as you massage her breast, still sensitive after childbirth.

Noticing your attention towards her breast, she gets closer, placing her breast towards your face. You look up and see her expression giving you the green light.

You attach yourself to her breast, tracing your tongue on her nipple. “Ahh..” Mina moans, wrapping her arms around your neck. 

“It’s okay. Mommy has you.” 

Those words are like music to your ears. You suckle on her nipple while massaging the other. Mina moans softly, enjoying your attention on her breast. She continues to ride you, “Ahh… you really like my boobs, oppa.”

“I miss drinking your breast milk.” 

“Oppa, you’re bad. You know that’s for the twins.” 

“So? They need to learn how to share.” 

“They do; our girls are good girls,” she says as she strokes your head. 

“They are, unlike their mommy.”

Surprised, she asks, “Ehh? What do you mean?”

“That their mommy is a bad girl. Seducing daddy with her body.” 

Mina’s ears turn red from embarrassment, and she responds, “I’m not bad; I just have needs.” 

“Ohh, I want to hear more about that. What kind of needs?”

There’s some silence; Mina covers her face, avoiding your gaze. “Come on, tell me.” 

“I. I can’t. It’s embarrassing.” 

“Please…”

“I enjoy when you make me feel good. You treat me like a princess and spoil me. I like it when you do, you know, things to me.” She hides her face on your chest out of embarrassment.” 

“You like it when I make you feel good?”

“Yeah…”

“Then let me make you feel good,” you say as you pick her up and place her back on the beach chair. You raise her legs all the way, with her ankles behind her head. She yelps as you give her little time to react, aligning your cock towards her entrance. 

Mina groans as your cock spreads her tight cunt, “ahh… ahh…” You slowly push yourself forward as you create a visible bulge in the stomach. Mina bites her lip, stopping herself from moaning out loud. 

“Is this what you want?”

”Ye…yes.” 

“I was right; you’re such a bad girl.”

”I…I am. You need to punish me…”

You then increase the pace of your thrusting, watching as Mina’s boobs bounce from the rapid movement. As time passes, Mina’s eyes start to tremble, sometimes rolling back from the sensation of getting her womb played with. 

“Fuck Mina. If your fans knew how cock hungry you are, they would be so disappointed.”

”I… I think they would understand. I have needs, too.”

”They won’t. I know they would go crazy if they saw you like this,” you say as you press the large bulge.

”They won’t, our fans are great. They’d understand.”

”What if they saw you like this?” You pull out most of your cock, only leaving the head, when you shove it back inside, hitting the end of her womb.

“Ahh! Fuck!” Mina coughs out loud, drool running the right side of her mouth as she bites her lip. Her eyes roll back, and her walls grip on your cock tightly. 

“God damn, your pussy is squeezing me!” You can feel it want to milk you and immediately cum inside of her, “I’m cumming, fuck!”

”Ahh! It’s so hot! I can feel your cummies flooding me!”

Your breathing is heavy as you pump her full of your thick seed. Your cock makes a large popping sound as you pull out ”*pop!”

“Fuck… that’s a lot,” you say as you watch a large amount of cum ooze out of Mina’s pussy. 

Mina struggles to move but scoops a finger full of cum and stares at it. “It’s so thick. I might be joining the other two.”

”Haha. Ari has been asking for a baby brother.”

Mina smiles at the idea, “I wouldn’t mind it.”

——

After your quick session, the two of you will try to get back to the Lego building. Mina stares at the pool and says, “My body is a bit sore. Is it okay if we extend the break?” 

“Want to jump in?”

”Is the water cold?”

”Let’s find out,” you say as you suddenly pick up Mina and running towards the pool and jump into it. Mina screams as the two of you fall into the water, soaking her completely. 

“Oppa!”

”Haha.”

The two of you spend a while in the pool having, swimming a few laps or splashing each other with water. 

[unluckilyimnot]

Hi!! Can you do bofurin boys with reader who has an iron deficiency?

S/o / crush with iron deficiency – Sakura, kiryuu, kaji, umemiya, suo

Note: my gf almost has anemia, I know VERY WELL what it is, she's never taking her iron tablets she'll be the death of me

around 0.7k each, slight miscommunication for kaji

m.list | rules

Sakura

The first thing that makes Sakura tick is the fact that Nirei always has hot pads in his pocket or his bag for you. Your hands are always cold, and you vent about it a lot, everybody knows it but nobody asks why. Maybe because they know. But Sakura doesn't, and he also doesn't know how to ask you if it's related to something in particular, or if you're just sensitive to the cold.

Then comes the fact that you're always out of breath, which is a problem when you have a friends' group like them who wander outside a lot. There's not a day without one of them suddenly running after some weird guy or a cat. You rarely follow, taking your time to meet them again later or Suo and Nirei stay with you – it depends. That makes him ten times more curious about it, but he doesn't see himself just ask you why. You're not close enough. Or are you ? He's not so sure.

That's around a rather calm break in a park, in the corner of a little fight, that he built the courage to ask you. Suo has been taking one of the tea bottles away from you when you asked for it and he didn't like being kept out of the general knowledge anymore.

"Why can't you drink tea ?" he asks shyly, his voice barely loud enough for you to hear. You giggle at his question.

"I have an iron deficiency, so it's not recommended to drink tea after eating," you explain, still trying to steal the bottle away from Suo but he's quicker than you, every time. You accepted your fate in the end, which made him smile. Instead, he handed you a lemonade that you reluctantly took.

"It sucks," was all he could think of as an answer at first, not really connecting the dots but he'll search it up. "What else does it do to you ?"

You fake reflection for a second, bringing a finger to your lips. "I feel weak sometimes, so I need to sit out of nowhere because the world spins, you know." You imitate a circle with that same finger.

"My hands are cold and I can't get up too quickly without consequences,” you laugh, “but that's mostly it. I don't have anemia, says my doctor, even if it feels like it," you smile at him when he nods slowly, showing he understood what you just told him.

You didn't expect much after that. It was fair, you even thought that you should've told him earlier since everybody knew already. You thought it would leave his mind quickly, no-one ever thinks about that every day – it's more like they remember every now and then, when you have to sit back immediately after getting up or when you grab someone's arm because the world starts spinning. Apart from Nirei, he's extra careful for some reason.

To your surprise, after the conversation, he got more careful when it comes to you. He might not seem like it, but as a leader now, he takes time out and waits for you more, so everybody does as well.

He stands by your side a lot more when you take a break and sit, you can tell he's trying to do well even if he's not sure. You appreciate it. Every part of it. From him telling everyone to slow down to when he crouches in front of you when you feel weak.

"Y–you alright ? I can hold you back to the station..." he's shy when he tries to help, always. There's people around, his face is all red and he can't meet your eyes – but you can tell by his voice he means it. And it never fails to make you smile

"I'm alright, Sakura, but thank you," even you can get a little shy. "I appreciate it."

He nods, standing up quickly and, after a moment, he holds his arms out for you.

"If you feel weak again, just take my arm ok ?!"

He's a little aggressive, certainly because Suo cooed when he heard him after giggling to himself, but Sakura tries to ignore it. What you can't ignore however, is how hot your cheeks feel at the moment. You take his arm anyway and get up as well, holding it firmly but with a soft smile.

"Thank you, Sakura."

"Yeah, whatever." Again, aggressive but the way he bringed you a little closer tells everything you need to know. That he cares about you, and it warms up your heart.

Suo (afab!reader)

Hanging out alone with Suo is always so relaxing. After spending time with so many people, who run around a lot, staying in silence for a bit is always nice. He's always careful anyway, and he knows that – as much as you love them – you need some alone time, or with him, after spending an afternoon with them. 

As soon as he noticed you were a little too much behind, he checked on you instantly. Kindly ask you if you're tired with a soft smile, one you can't send any hint of malice in. It didn't take more than that for you two to leave and take the road to his place. 

"Your hands are cold again," he mentioned on the way when your hand brushed against his, like taking note to himself. You simply nod, you get used to it even if it isn't nice. It is what it is. 

"I'll make you something hot," Suo doesn't waste time and leaves you the living room as soon as you arrive. Sitting there in silence, you take out your phone and scroll through the thousand of messages they've sent on the group chat – messing with Sakura again because he's too slow to answer. 

Suo comes back quickly with some snacks first, he carefully puts them on your side of the table. Then a second time with two fuming cups. He left the white one in front of you, filled with hot chocolate. You frown but still take a look at his cup, to find out its tea. A pout show on your face ; you wanted tea as well. 

"Why are you the only one having tea ? I wanted tea too," you shake his sleeve in the process. 

He doesn't seem to care, putting the cup to his lips and taking a sip. 

"If I recall well, you're on your period, right ?" 

You fell silent for a second, before sighing. Of course he remembers.

"Yes..." 

"Then no tea for you, my darling," he's a little too satisfied to turn you down, even if it's to take care of you. You want to rip the silly smile off his lips. 

"Just a sip," you begged quietly but he shook his head, putting his cup away from you. 

"Don't be silly. You'll have some in a few days," his hot hand gently cradles your cheek before kissing your forehead. "Warm up your hands." 

It's a soft command and you obey without giving it a second thought. Your ice cold hands warmed up in a minute with the hot cup between them and you lay on his shoulder for extra comfort. It feels nice. His hearing slightly brushing your cheek, tickling a little but you don't mind, his seemingly stiff appearance is soft around you and you couldn't ask for a better afternoon’s end.

Kiryuu

If there is one thing you love more than anything, it’s spending time at Kotoha’s place with the boys. It’s simple, you spend the afternoon drinking tea and talking – so much you could mistake it for a girls’ meeting if it wasn’t for the sappy jokes only boys can make. You laugh anyway, all afternoon, until the corner of your mouth and cheeks hurt. Enough for your head to hurt. Between the lack of sleep last night and not eating enough at lunch, blood was pounding in your head painfully.

“Are you ok ?” Kiryu, who was sitting across from you, asked while Nirei and Sakura were arguing again.

“Headache,”you said simply, putting your hand on your forehead. “It’s nothing, but I might leave soon.”

“I’ll get you some water first. I’ll walk you home,” he smiled before getting up slowly. It wasn’t a question, you didn't have the choice here but you weren’t arguing. You felt weak for no particular reason, it was a day without and didn’t want to tempt the devil; you had one or two bad experiences.

He was back quickly with a glass of water and, after you finished it, he took his jacket and gave you his hand to hold. You waved everyone goodbye before taking the road to your parent’s house. The walk is silent for a while, you don’t have much to say neither does he it seems like but it’s fine for you. You’re just comfortable around him. He knows when there’s something wrong and he’s by your side all the time, you just love having him around. He’s a really good friend.

Yeah. Friend.

Suddenly, you lose balance. You didn’t trip on something, like you thought at first, no, no. The world starts spinning out of nowhere, your vision is filled with stars in a second and if it wasn’t for the arm around your waist, you would probably have hit the wall. Warm got to your cheeks instantly when he held you even closer, when you realized your fingers wrapped around his jacket like your life depends on it. You push him away, but not too fast to not rush your body.

“I’m so sorry, Kiryu, I didn’t mean to–”

“Are you ok ?” He doesn’t want to let you go, still holding your clothes firmly – his voice laced with worry.

“Yeah, it just happens sometimes…” you’re feeling shy now. You never wanted to make him worry, but it wouldn’t be helped now, right ? You didn’t miss the frown on his face before he smiles softly your way again.

“I’m never letting you leave alone then,” he joked, voice light and he made you giggle a little. But his arm hooked with yours and he didn’t let go before you were a step into your home. Safe.

“Thank you again, Kiryu. I appreciate it.”

“Always, don’t be scared to ask. I’ll always answer.”

Your heart skips a beat at his words, and your cheeks feel red once again. The way his eyes are soft when he looks at you, longing a little more than he should maybe but he doesn’t move.

“I will.” Your voice is barely above a whisper, only for him to hear and that’s enough to him. He leans in and ruffles your hair.“Rest now, see you tomorrow !” And just like that, he leaves you on your porch, not knowing what to do with your heart beating way too fast.

Kaji

When you know Kaji’s on patrol around your school, you always take a walk with him and his friends during your break. It became a habit, you can’t help but do it now – even if it rains. You just came back from the local store, a bag of lollipops in your hands. He ran out and, as you needed something to eat as well, you told him you’ll get some. 

Handing it to him, your hand brushed against his. It’s not the first time. You already hold hands once to help you run away from a situation, but it never fails to make your heartbeat speed up a little. You were about to look away, trying to push the feeling away. 

“I fucking hate it,” Kaji spits out. It’s not even in your way, he’s cursing under his breath but you can’t help but take it for yourself. 

“Excuse me ?!” you yelled, ready to throw hands. You just handed him the lollipop’s bag he asked you, that you kindly brought him on your break time for that ? Not even a thank you.

“Because my hand brushed yours ?! What, you think I've got the plague ?”

He’s too stunned to speak for a second, looking at you with widened eyes before frowning at you. 

“It’s always freaking cold ! I hate it !” Right after saying it, he knows he fucked up. 

He didn’t mean it like that. But it’s too late. You scoff loudly. You need to take a step back, sending him daggers. 

“Oh because you think I like that ? It ruins my life but I am really sorry it bothers you. I’ll think twice before having a deficiency next time,” you sarcastically answer, rolling your eyes. You’re speaking so fast, he can’t even hope to talk back. “I’ll make sure to never touch you again !”

“Let me speak !” he barked, getting up so quickly you barely had time to take another step back. Before he can do anything your phone rang, cutting him and telling you it was time to go back. 

He kept his hand for himself, not looking at you as you left without another word but Gods he hates it. All of it. You leave angry, because he knows you’re gonna think about it all afternoon, and he feels like shit, because he can’t even speak when he has to. 

He came back to your school’s gate by the end of your day and sat on the bench in front of it, waiting to see your pretty, probably upset, face walk out. He’s not supposed to be there, Umemiya asked them to come back for a meeting but at the moment he couldn’t care less. He had to fix this. His hands in his pocket, he waits patiently until he catches your silhouette coming closer. 

Kaji gets up and walks to the front of the gate. You’re glaring at him again, walking past him without a second look. Your jaw clenches when you hear him following you.

“For the record, I don’t want to see your face right now. Let alone talk to you, so lea–”

“Don't look at me the ! Just take this,” he voice is soft despite all the emotions rushing inside his mind at the moment, but he knows better than to listen to it. 

Softly, he catches your wrist and slips a hand warmer between your fingers. It was already warm, meaning he broke it before giving it to you and it takes everything in you to turn around and apologize. Your heart skips a beat when his fingers hold onto you a second too long. 

“I didn’t mean it like that, you know,” you turned around to look at him, not strong enough to ignore him when he’s speaking his mind. It’s hard enough for him. He looks away when he catches your eyes. “I’m just angry that I can't help it,” he confesses, louder than he wanted to but kept his chin up, not showing any sign of embarrassment. 

Beside his red cheeks, but you won’t mention it.

“Then, think before speaking next time,” you say as you look at the ground, but not upset anymore. 

“I’m sorry.” 

You nod, not thinking about it anymore. Your hands are warmer and his didn’t leave your wrist, better, he’s almost holding your hand and that gives you much more things to think about.

Umemiya (based on a real date with my gf)

Looking around this gigantic book shop is always so nice. Umemiya and you love books, so it's always a good idea to take a look around here, even if you don't buy anything. It's a cute date, as simple as it is.

You like how he stops behind you to read above your shoulder before asking you what it is about as if he doesn't know yet. There's so many books, comics, manga, you don't know where to look ! And you two always go through the 3 floors to be sure you see it all – even you already know the pace by heart.

"Oh look," Umemiya gasped.

You hum as you turn around to see him showing you a red cover you know too well.

"It's still there ! And Hiragi was worried he wouldn't find it for my birthday..." He took a second to stare at it, finding the details again with the shadow of a smile on his lips, making you smile as well.

"Ok my turn," you say, making your way to him and grabbing his arms to lead him to the manga section. You looked around the shelf, looking for soothing in particular before gasping softly. "There."

"See that ? Remember the cover please, I'd love to have it for my birthday! You know, it's like Tokyo Revengers, but they're just high schoolers fighting to protect their neighborhood."

"Sounds like something I'll do," he jokes, taking the book in your hand to take a better look. You giggle.

"That's why I like it."

After you get around your manga selection, and ask approximately 30 times if he remembered well, you two go to the underground level, consisting of books in foreign languages and research books. You like to read your book in English, even if it takes a lot of time, you want to get better at it so you often end up down there. Umemiya never finds his happiness, but he's happy as long as you do ! Instead, he spends more time around the research side – who knows, he might as well develop a passion for ships while reading a summary.

It hasn't happened yet, though.

If there's no book you're looking for, you honestly don't spend much time there. You feel bad to make him wait longer than necessary. Yet, you take your time, looking more than you needed, feeling a little weak at the moment. Grabbing the shelf behind you for a second, the time you steady yourself and take a breath, then you're ready to go.

"Let's go, Ume ?" You ask as you turn to the other side of the room but not too loud. You don't need to, because he's next to you in a second.

"Yeah, I need to pay for this then we're done."

You nod. You didn't plan anything to do after that, and you're glad because as you walk up the stairs you can feel your head spinning before your sigh completely black out once you reach the 1st floor. Grounding yourself on the first shelf you can feel, you close your eyes for a second – you're about to pass out seriously.

Umemiya calls out your name but you don't answer, being a little too slow at the moment. But you can hear him coming quickly next to you and his hands find your waist, holding you back to him as he moves you away to not bother anyone.

"Sorry..." you whisper, trying to blink the dark and stars away.

He shook his head, "It's ok, we have time."

You two fall into a comfortable silence, people are talking and walking around, not really caring about you two and it's better like that. You slowly got your vision back.

You push him away carefully once its fully back, but he's not letting go of you, not after that. You two make your way to the cashier, his arm holding yours as of his life depends in it ; more like the opposite if someone asks you. Yet you're glad, because you actually feel how weak your legs are. He's quick but polite, smiling for the few minutes he talked with him. Without even realizing it, you're already outside, the fresh air doing wonders to your body.

"We're gonna grab something to eat now," he giggles but you can feel in his voice he's worried.

"Sure," you nod, you're definitely not saying no to a sweet treat right now.

[nene-yasfics]

there's a glint in sanji's eyes as he watches you and your daughter snuggle.

mimi is tiny but chubby, all soft skin and rosy cheeks, old enough to babble but still too small to actually talk. when you found out you were pregnant, sanji had been elated but scared — life as a pirate isn't exactly made for a pregnant woman, let alone for an infant. still, he was happy and was ready to leave it all behind if it meant continuing to live a life by your side with your newfound companion.

but after a quick talk with the other strawhats, he was relieved to understand that the others had no intention of making either of you leave. everyone offered their support and promise to help where they could, whether it be during an attack or a particularly rough night of crying.

it made sanji's heart swell — the way everyone adapted so quickly to her. before anyone realized, battles became more and more scarce, attacks weren't as reckless as they used to be and the small girl's laugh had become something each one of them would go to the ends of the earth for.

and looking at you now — laughing with robin about something, with mimi's cheek pressed on your chest as she observes luffy while he makes face at her, the sun painting your skin orange — he thinks that he wouldn't change it at all, not even one bit.

you notice his staring, raising an eyebrow at him. "is there something on my face?"

he laughs, shaking his head. he cuts a piece of strawberry from the basket at the centre of the table — a miracle that luffy hasn't already reduced it to smithens, really — and offers it to mimi, whose eyes light up and mouth opens, slightly raising her head, to not-so-gracefully accept the food he's handing her.

she chomps down on the strawberry as well as on his fingers, wrapping her small hand around them to keep him in place as she continues munching. she could be doing anything — even eating his fingers away — and sanji would still adore her in any way possible.

soon enough, her little eyes start to droop. "tired, baby?" you ask her, pressing your lips on the top of her head. she nods a bit, her gnawing at sanji's fingers eventually stopping, leaving them covered in spit.

your boyfriend rises from his seat, taking her in his arms. "I'll take her to bed," he mumbles, earning a soft smile from you. "thank you, sanji." he moves to press a kiss on your cheek, "you deserve a break. chat with the others, eat what you couldn't while holding her– I know she gave you a hard time while I was cooking."

"always so attentive," you muse, the laughter of your comrades as they enjoy themselves almost a mere background sound. "but, well, she has taken her clinginess to me from you, babe. not that I am complaining, but she looks so much like you under certain lights."

sanji can’t exactly deny it; his little girl does look like she’s his clone, and even acts as one as soon as she enters the kitchen. my little food critic, he calls her when she stomps — more like crawls, because she has yet to learn how to properly walk — her way in like she owns the place, babbling nonsense that can translate into make me food, slave.

sanji brushes a curl out of her face and holds her tighter, moving down to the living quarters and into your shared room. mimi has her own cot in there, even if franky is working on making her her own little room, and sanji carefully lays her down, smiling at the sight of his daughter curling up in her blanket as soon as he tucks her in. “sleep well, my darling,” he coos, pressing a kiss atop her head.

he gets back up on deck, finally letting himself take out his cigarette pack from his pocket, the lighter with it. you were particularly adamant on not letting your daughter see him smoke, both so that she never gets the idea to imitate her dad and she doesn't have to be around the smoke, so his smoking time has lowered significantly and is now reduced to the small hours without her that he gets.

he takes back the seat next to yours, appreciating the way you're trying some of the things that luffy's rampage had left, quietly listening to robin and nami chatter. "she went down okay?" you softly ask him, barely a whisper, as he lights the cigarette between his lips.

he nods, smiling, puffing out a breath of smoke. "has she ever given me too much trouble?"

you laugh. even if she did, it'd never be too much for him. "no," you hum, resting your head on his shoulder as his arm wraps around you. "she never has." 

[lovelybee666]

SMILING CRITTERS X SHEEP READER

DOGDAY

• He loves how soft you are, when you're lying down he sometimes puts his face in your fur.

• He thinks you are very adorable and likes to touch your ears.

• He likes to call you "little sheep"

CATNAP

• When he is alone with you he likes to knead your wool, he usually doesn't do it in public as he is especially embarrassed by Dogday, Kickin and Bobby.

• Sometimes he sleeps on top of you (if you are smaller than him, you will have to hold on because he won't stop insisting until he is lying on top of you)

✨ B O N U S ✨

"Catnap, please...get off..you weigh...too much....😫"

*Ignoring you completely while purring😽*

KICKINCHIKEN

• He doesn't admit it but he really likes your wool, there is something about that he thinks is very cute.

• He finds it funny when you make sheep sounds and sometimes he imitates you or makes fun of you a little.

• When he is sad he likes to put his head in your wool

BOBBY BEARHUG

• Hugs you 24/7

• she loves how soft you are and she likes to play with your wool

• If she hears the slightest sheep sound coming out of your mouth, she looks at you for a few seconds with adoration.

HOPPY HOPSCOTCH

• she thinks you are very adorable, sometimes she touches your ears

• Sometimes she imagine yourself without wool and you are looking at her confused while she laughs.

• For Christmas, she decorates you like a Christmas tree (and yes, she put a star on top of you).

CRAFTYCORN

• she likes to paint your wool for some reason (with non-permanent paint)

• she likes to rest her head on your wool when she is tired.

• For Valentine's Day she wraps your wool with red ribbon (NOT IN A WEIRD WAY👺 I KNOW ENOUGH THE PEOPLE FROM THE INTERNET)

PICKYPIGGY

• she doesn't care much, as long as she eats😽

• She likes to snuggle into your wool while she eats.

• Very indifferent about it.

BUBBA BUBAPHANT

• Just like Pickypiggy, he doesn't care much.

• When it's summer he forces you to cut your wool.

• Kickin and Hoppy are in the background dying of laughter and Bubba tells them not to laugh while you are sitting in the background like "why do I still exist..." without your wool.

I couldn't think of much to be honest, there aren't many changes no matter what animal you are😿 I MEAN, YES THERE ARE BUT NOT THAT MANY TO MAKE THIS MORE LONG.

[ribbitrabbot]

speculations

pairing : frank langdon x fem!resident

plot : you and frank have been friends for a long time , so much so that there’s always been a fleet of rumors circling you two . the rumors have never been without reason ; there’s always been sort of a shy tension between the two of you , but you’d never acted on it on the basis that dating between friends and coworkers has always been complicated . but a bad day at work seems to be enough for the both of you to finally acknowledge it .

warnings : uhh none that i can think of , just a bit of a spat with robby . just a bunch of sweet stuff , some fluff and comfort :3

a/n : frank’s not married in this ( idk if this is obvious or not , i’m just saying ) . this is my first x reader in a fat minute , i hope y’all like it !!

word count : 4.4k

“Besides,” You continue, braving the hot slice of pizza enough to gingerly pick it up, “If there’s any ‘next time’, Robby’s gonna kick my ass all the way around the block.” 

“No, he’s not.” Frank picks his own slice from the box, and you do little to hide your somewhat judgemental facial expression as he takes a bite from it, ice-cold. “You’re clearly the favorite. Unless you, I don’t know, kill someone, he’ll always let you off easy.” 

“Easy for you to say, you weren’t in here.” 

“Did he do the face?” 

“What face?” 

“You know, the face. The face he does so you know he’s really disappointed in you.” 

“Frank, I have no idea what the fuck you’re talking about.” 

“Like this.” He says, dropping his piece down and then doing his best arms - crossed, head tilt, eyebrow raise Robby — an imitation that looks so stupid on Frank that you can’t help but laugh. You have to hand it to him, though. It’s a pretty accurate disappointed depiction.

The thing about hindsight is, is that it’s usually even more of a bitch than karma. Most people use hindsight to refer to obvious things — in hindsight, I wouldn’t have drunk that much, or in hindsight I wouldn’t have given that creep my number. Your hindsight was mostly about how much you should have listened to your gut screaming at you to call in sick this morning when you rolled out of bed and how stupid you were to ignore the dragging feeling on nights where you’d only gotten a couple hours of sleep. There was no reason for you to feel as crummy as you did; you’d worked in the pit long enough to at least try and shake the feelings away at the end of your shift, shower, eat whatever was left in your refrigerator, and turn on some show you’d already seen three times over. Maybe it wasn’t really healing, but it was enough to get by.

The adrenaline would fix you, anyway, it always did. Or at the very least you were hoping so. Maybe that was the real reason you’d picked emergency medicine as a specialty, besides the usual reasons of helping people, because you were half addicted to the rush of it all. But you were three hours into your shift, and not even the narrow rescue of four victims in a vehicle collision or being included in Perlah and Princess’ gossip had done much to raise your spirits. It must have been written all over your face, too, because it wasn’t just the interns who were tiptoeing around you like you were surrounded by eggshells.

“Mister Grant,” You sighed now, the very last your beside patience being damn near worn to a fray, “You need to understand how much this surgery could help Phoebe. Quite frankly, the longer we wait, the worse it could be for her.”

“But she doesn’t need the surgery right at this second. We can see if she gets any better.” The man insists. You can see the worry in his dark eyes, the entirety of his features aged by concern for his teenage daughter that had been brought in unresponsive by her friend. Any other day, you would feel more sympathetic for him; you would hold his hand and explain in painstaking detail why this procedure could be lifesaving. No parent wanted their child to be cut open needlessly, you can understand that, but today all his stubbornness does is grate on nerves you weren’t even aware of.

“I understand how upsetting this must be for you —“ You begin, a sentence from the nonexistent but universally known manual of Bedside 101, but his sudden anger cuts you off, his eyes flashing with accusation.

“Don’t give me that. All you doctors, it’s the same thing. You understand, you aren’t trying to upset me. You don’t understand. How could you possibly understand, you’re all trying to cut up my kid! Do you have a kid, Doctor? Can you honestly look me in the fucking eyes and say you understand? Fuck you.”

Your jaw ticks. You can see the emotion there, the fear, the need to find someone to lash out at. To blame. Everything in you is screaming to give him the benefit of the doubt, to chalk it up to a parent who sees tubes and wires sticking out of their whole world and immediately jumps to the worst possible conclusion. It’s not altogether an irrational reaction. Hell, if you were in his shoes, maybe you’d react the same way.

And then there’s the small voice within you that just manages to convince you that he’s an asshole. You shouldn’t listen to it. You shouldn’t. Had you been in a cartoon, it would have been the little devil whispering in your ear.

“Fine.” You say, with a sort of edged coolness that parents normally have when their children say something just a step too far. Your smile is tight lipped, and you wonder if your eyes flash with the barely restrained anger that you feel jumbling up inside of you. “Fine. I can tell that you, Mister Grant, clearly know more than me. It’s not like I’ve seen a dozen of these cases before. Hey, I’ve been to medical school, but you’re right. What do I know? I don’t have any kids.” You shrug sarcastically, then turn towards Donnie, who looked as though he was trying to walk past unnoticed. In fact, it looked like the entire radius in which you were speaking to Mr. Grant had suddenly turned into a danger zone. “Donnie, can you get Mister Grant any medical records he may need for Phoebe? And let O.R know — “

“Doctor L/n, can I consult with you?” The voice behind you stops your locomotive of orders dead. You turn just enough to acknowledge Robby, whose normally playful brown eyes have hardened to a coolness reserved for cocky interns and hardass superiors. But you’re surprised by the spike of annoyance that greets you, instead of any sort of remorse. The last thing you need is a chew - out from Robby, but there’s no avoiding it.

“Yeah. Fine.” You say curtly.

“Mister Grant, I’ll be back with you in a second, okay?” With a quick sentence, Robby confirms the trouble you’re in. ‘I’ll’, not your name or even we. He barely casts you a glance before turning on his heel, Mr. Grant still too stunned to even give a real reply. You pinch the bridge of your nose, tilting your head at the ground before sighing and following him.

You know the way to the break room, and even the looks that you’re getting as you follow Robby, even though you’re usually on the other side of them. The both of you are lucky it’s empty, and Robby almost slams the door behind him as he follows you in. You watch, biting the inside of your cheek as he tiredly rubs his face; you lean against the counter.

“Wanna tell me what the hell’s going on with you?” He asks, crossing his arms as he looks at you, head tilting.

“What do you mean?”

“You’ve had a stick up your ass all day, so if I need to schedule OR to take it out, let me know.” Had he not been snippy, it would have been a better joke. Instead it makes you clench your teeth.

“I’m just tired.” It’s an excuse you’ve used a million times. Robby smiles and shakes his head.

“Oh, bullshit.” He’s right. You both know it. “You’re not the ‘just tired’ type, Y/n. You’re tired, take a walk. But you cannot talk to your patients like that.”

“Come on, Robby, you saw how that guy was acting. He was a fucking asshole!”

“It doesn’t matter, Y/n!” The laughter in his voice is stressed, dangerous. “You’re smarter than this. You’re tired, you’re stressed, take a walk, eat, do whatever you need to do. But you don’t lose your shit. Got it? Can you do that?”

You know it’s not personal. You know Robby has a thousand different things on his plate, that your temper is just another thing for him to worry about. That this is him keeping his own temper towards you — but it doesn’t make you feel any better. You want to feel angry at him, to only wallow in the hollowness that has haunted you since the day’s start. It makes his tone feel more patronizing than it normally would.

“Gee, I don’t know, that’s really hard, but I think I can handle it.” You sneer, your voice dripping with sarcasm. Robby looks at you, and for a moment you feel sorry. But before you can admit it, he gives a short sigh.

“Take a minute.” He’s out of the room before you can say anything else. Half of you wants to defy him, to stride out of the room and get back to work to prove a point. You don’t need Robby to put you in timeout, to punish you for acting the same way anyone would with the difficult Mr. Grant. Instead, you stare at the door he closed behind him, hands wandering up and pressing to your eyes after a long moment. The other half of you doesn’t care enough to prove a point. That half of you knows that it’s a losing fight, that if you go out there as hotheaded as you are right now, that it’s less a get back at Robby and more making everyone around you tense without reason. Maybe that would slide in any other sort of job, but the pit needed to work like a machine. No one could afford to be worrying about their coworkers when they already had worry enough with the patients that constantly came pouring into the door.

You’re just about to open the refrigerator to see what forgotten food you could raid when a knock snags your attention. You can’t place whether or not you hope it’s Robby or you hope it’s not, either way you scarcely bother to glance at the door before you call out.

“What?”

The door opens, but only some.

“Safe to come in?”

You’re unprepared for how welcome the familiar voice is, and it suddenly comes with a realization that you hadn’t heard it much at all today. You don’t bother to look behind you, but you answer.

“Whatever.”

Frank takes it as a yes. He closes the door gently behind him, then creeps up to look over your shoulder at the shelves of the refrigerator.

“Pizza’s probably your best bet. Unless you want to take your chance with yogurt that is either the same flavor or the same carton that was here in January.”

God, he’s so fucking annoying.

He’s close enough that his voice buzzes in your ear. Had anyone else done this, there was a very real possibility that you would have flipped your shit — someone with a lack of personal space would be a cherry on top of the shit show the last few minutes had already been. Instead, you try not to roll your eyes and slap your hand on top of the cardboard box.

“Move.” You order, and you can feel him back off from behind you. When you finally turn to face him, he’s already looking at you. His hands are tugging mindlessly at the stethoscope around his neck — you’d noticed a long time ago that he usually needed to be doing something with his hands. To ask him to sit still and do nothing for five minutes was as good as medieval torture. It was endearing most of the time, although a bouncing leg or a mindless tapping of his pen could get annoying. You don’t indulge him, instead you pull out a chair from the table and slap the cardboard box down.

Although you’re not in the most talkative of moods, you’re glad that he’s here. Truth be told, he was probably the only one you could handle being around at the moment.

You’d met him when you’d first started your residency at Pittsburgh Trauma Medical, not too long ago although it now felt like a lifetime. He’d been even cockier then, if that was even possible — a scrappy, difficult, smartass who had to learn things the rough way before he developed a begrudging admiration for Robby, which would later turn into a mutual bond. In those days, you remembered fondly, he often had unshaven stubble and a shadow under his eyes; those who didn’t know any better would think him a med student for all the time he spent here. You’d gotten along with him even then, even when people found his humor irritating and his doctoring methods questionable. Granted, the road had not always been smooth; there’d been a lot of banter in those early days. Well, maybe calling it banter was being a little too nice. Usually, he’d say something irritating, and you’d respond with something that would make him crack a smile of amusement. And other times he’d say something to make you laugh, genuinely, and he’d smile in response to that, too.

But the fun that came with the back and forth was only part of why the two of you had ultimately ended up being so close. Frank was smart, genuinely smart. Anyone, you’d learned, could memorize stuff from books and lectures and hours and hours of classes and tests, spit out the facts that they’d been forced to memorized like they were computers accessing files; and most did. But Frank knew people and because he knew people he knew his business. Most doctors you’d worked with diagnosed them and treated them like the print advised them to treat them. Frank would diagnose them and then treat them to get better whether it was textbook or not, and he did it in the span of a few seconds or the span of a few days. There was a genuine care that was veiled by the guise of a blunt sense of humor. Perhaps your ability to see past the veil was what had allowed you two to work so excellently together at the beginning, and later become a duo not unlike … well, whatever duo worked together really well.

“You’re a popular girl.” Frank murmurs, pulling a chair to sit, uninvited, next to you. You scoff and roll your eyes, fiddling with the pizza box as you try to decide whether you’re hungry or just upset. It’s unsurprising, the fact that the news of your flip - out on a patient’s concerned father has made the rounds so quickly. “Want me to try it first, make sure it’s not too moldy?” Frank asks after a beat, nodding towards the box. He’s worried, even if he’s trying to disguise it with a stupid tease. You can hear it in his tone. When you work with somebody almost every day, you get to tell what every single inflection means, every single pitch.

“You see me freak out?” You ask, turning your head as your rest your cheek in your hand.

“Uh, no, but you did that screeching thing you do when you get really mad.”

“Fuck you.” You have to try not to crack a smile. “I didn’t screech.”

It’s almost like just sitting in the room with him is relieving a tenseness you hadn’t even realized had been so heavy on you, like his voice was dusting a layer of soot away from your insides.

“Okay I wasn’t there, but Perlah said it got pretty ugly.” Frank drags the pizza box towards himself, then gets up with it, wandering over towards the microwave.

“Perlah said! Perlah’ll say anything if it’s good gossip.”

“Well, I gotta keep myself entertained somehow, and if you’re not gonna talk, Perlah’s my next best option.” Frank manages to find a plate to put what you imagine your slice, and you have to hand it to him — he’s got you backed into a corner where you have to answer.

“It wasn’t that bad.” You insist after a moment after Frank puts your pizza in to heat up, and then rotates to face you. “It’s just. Parents, you know. Sometimes they can be … “ you trail off as you search for the right word. “Irritating.”

“Stupid.” Frank agrees, giving the word that you were a little too nice to say outright. “I swear to God, I don’t know how some of them raise a whole person.”

“They’re raising a person that’s gonna end up with a bunch of disorders.” You joke, which pries a chuckle out of Frank as he pulls your food out of the microwave.

“When you flip your shit on a parent next time, can you make sure I’m there to watch? Or better yet, I’ll record it and then play it at your funeral in fifty years.” He puts the plate down in front of you, then sits back down with the box in front of him.

“You’re insane if you think you think you’re gonna be invited to my funeral. And I’m gonna outlive you anyway.” You smile. It’s strange thing to think of you two staying friends for so long, but then again it’s almost like you can’t even remember what it had been like when you didn’t see Frank most every day. You two were practically joined at the hip whenever you were on shift together, working together in sync the way doctors rarely did. It was no surprise that the rumors had begun to spark just a week or two after you two had just met. You wouldn’t be surprised if there was actually a monetary pool surrounding the idea if you two had actually slept together, considering that you’d been asked more than once if you two were an item. There were a thousand reasons to shoot it down — dating in the workplace, especially one where so much hinges on trust and teamwork, a fallout would be the last thing anyone needed. And you two had been friends for so long, there was the fear that anything more would ruin what you had already. But then again, there was the looks that lasted a little too long — the flirtations that lingered somewhere between a joke and the real thing that made you wonder if there could be something more.

“Besides,” You continue, braving the hot slice of pizza enough to gingerly pick it up, “If there’s any ‘next time’, Robby’s gonna kick my ass all the way around the block.”

“No, he’s not.” Frank picks his own slice from the box, and you do little to hide your somewhat judgmental facial expression as he takes a bite from it, ice-cold. “You’re clearly the favorite. Unless you, I don’t know, kill someone, he’ll always let you off easy.”

“Easy for you to say, you weren’t in here.”

“Did he do the face?”

“What face?”

“You know, the face. The face he does so you know he’s really disappointed in you.”

“Frank, I have no idea what the fuck you’re talking about.”

“Like this.” He says, dropping his piece down and then doing his best arms - crossed, head tilt, eyebrow raise Robby — an imitation that looks so stupid on Frank that you can’t help but laugh. You have to hand it to him, though. It’s a pretty accurate disappointed depiction.

“You’ve had a lot of experience with that?” You ask, unable to tamper down your grin as he smiles back at you.

“Absolutely more than my fair share.”

“Poor you.” You coo mockingly, and it’s his turn to roll his eyes as he chuckles.

A silence drifts over the both of you. Frank’s chuckle fades into a gentle smile as he observes you in a way that almost makes you nervous.

“You okay though? Seriously?” He asks, playful tone fading into something more genuine.

“Uh,” you shrug. “I dunno. Weird day.”

“Well it’s a slow day at the office. I can see if he’ll let you knock off early.” The fact that he’s willing to brave a likely already pissed off Robby for you is definitely sweet, and the offer of going home is enticing.

“I have patients.” You try to use that as

your excuse, but Frank is already shaking his head.

“I can take care of them, don’t sweat it.”

“You sure?”

“Look who you’re talking to.”

“Oh, I forgot. You’re Superman.” You mock, but Frank looks prideful at the obvious poke. “Nah, it’ll be okay. If you pick up my shift there’s bound to be speculation. More speculation.”

“What speculation?” He tries to play it off innocently, but you know better. The sly smile ticking across his features is enough to make you shake your head at him, tongue poking into your cheek to try and quell a matching smile.

“You know exactly what speculation, you’re too smart not too.” You remark like it’s supposed to be an insult, yet there’s a certain sort of softness to it as you look at him. The gesture, even if you had not taken up him on it, was an impossibly sweet one. Even if was a “slow day”, as Frank put it, that guaranteed nothing. It could be that things could pick up if you did leave, or that one of your patients could have difficulties, leaving him with a lot to juggle with his and yours. Not to mention the ruthless teasing that he would be sure to endure. You pick up the pizza slice — mostly cool by now — with the intention of finishing it off.

Frank watches you with the same gentle expression on his face as you do so. Had you been intent on going back home, he would have convinced Robby to let you — but then again, he knew you had the same sort of stubbornness that he did, and you weren’t likely to take him up on the offer even if there was cause for more concern. Had he thought there was something seriously wrong, he would have coaxed you into taking the day off. But just like you knew him, he knew you. He knew every tick of your face, what every inflection meant and every offhanded remark. He knew you the way he knew his own mind. There was no doubt in his mind that it was just one of those days; but even if you weren’t going home, he made a mental note to watch you for the rest of your shift, make sure you were really alright. After all, when Perlah had said something about your “flip - out”, he could feel the concern grip him like a rock in his stomach almost immediately. Dana had given him a knowing look when he’d asked where you were so he could check on you. You were right, he wasn’t taking a whole lot of care to avoid fanning any flames of speculation about the both of you; but it wasn’t like they were baseless, either. He cared about you so much it was almost stupid.

“Compliments will get you everywhere, my friend.” He returns with a cocky half smile that you were so familiar with as you turn put your plate in the sink behind you. For a break room, it sure is cramped if you don’t even have to stand up to do so. There’s another bout of silence as you look back at him. Even though he’s hidden it under a mask of light humor, you can still see the slight worry in his eyes. He wouldn’t have hung around this long if he genuinely didn’t want to make sure you would be alright. Again, there’s a slight pang in your chest — a momentary question of what if.

“Thanks for hanging out with me, though.” You say, trying to make it sound casual.

You can tell that the sudden genuineness catches him a little off guard. His cocky half smile fades into something almost unsure; his fingers tap at his knee like a nervous fidget.

“Yeah, you know,” he tries to shrug it off. “I’m around here. A lot. And I like you, so.” You blink, cock your head a little as he shakes his head, tries to reword his statement. “I mean, we’re friends. I wanna know you’re okay.”

Objectively you’ve never seen him so nervous, not even when Robby’s voice boomed across the pit in the tone he uses when he means business and not when the occasional patient, stunning, blonde, and, let’s face it, with a rack that would be the envy of almost any woman flirted shamelessly with him. He’s always been the picture of suave, knowing exactly which lines to say and how to look. But with you, he’s like a high - schooler on a first date. It’s like you disarm him completely — and the shyness seems to be catching.

Barely audible is his name on your lips. Perhaps you meant something to come after it other than the kiss that was maybe him or maybe you or maybe the both of you — almost timid at first and quickly something more intimate; something finally released that had too long been locked away behind harmless flirtations and barely disguised jokes, behind whispered rumors and the knowing looks the nurses and other doctors would give whenever the two of you would pass by, practically matching each other in your strides. Any trace of denial that you two had maintained for the years you’d been here was wiped away in the moment. When you finally pull away from him, your mind is spinning; but it’s almost like an invisible weight has been lifted from you, and you can’t help the subtle smile that plays across your expression.

“So.” He murmurs, practically against your lips still.

“So.”

“We should probably get back.”

“Probably.”

And then he kisses you again, quicker this time, something much more domestic, like he already could get used to kissing you in the days ahead, weeks … years? Yet he didn’t want to get ahead of himself. Even if it was hard not to.

You’re the one to get up first, considering that he’s still looking at you like you’re a muse of some sort. Whatever cloud had been hanging over your head, he had managed to whisk away completely.

“Come on.” You urge as you move to open the door, and with the instruction, it’s like he’s snapped out of some sort of reverie. He gets up out of his chair, wasting no time in following the command, and beats you to pulling open the door as if your kiss has turned him into some sort of gentleman.

“Doing anything tonight?” He asks softly as you fall in step with him, the two of you cautious to avoid any curious glances your way. You crack a grin at how quickly he gets to work, yet something about it is endearing.

“Besides sleeping?” You quirk, and you half expect him to make some lewd comment in reply, but he skips it.

“I have some excellent week - old Chinese food in my refrigerator.” He offers, and you snort and nod, taking a beat to try and come up with a satisfactory reply.

“Hard to turn down free food.” You finally come up with, and you can’t help but think that it’s cute that eyes seem to shine with hope. “We’ll see how this shift goes?”

“Heard.” He responds, before Whitaker snags his attention by calling out his name. As he strides towards the direction the voice came from, he turns on his heel to give you one last glance — one that is impossible not to grin at.

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Imagine being a Blue Lock manager! ⚽

VERSION IV.

(a/n: Hey everybody! Really sorry for not updating this week's been VERY hectic, but im back and ready to post new eps again 🙏 thanxx for your support ❤️)

WARNING!-none

wc: 1.1 k words

ALSO: tags-@ttheggrimrreaper ❤️ bear with me, ur episode is coming i swear

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FROM THE PROLOGUE:

“Congratulations L/N Y/N! Based on your results, you've earned your place in Blue Lock as the manager of player number…

…11, Isagi Yoichi."

The icon of an unknown person appeared on the screens. Looking closely, you tried to recall if you had ever heard of him during your training, before realising you didn’t interact with the male species for months so you definitely can’t remember the boy.

‘Maybe someone mentioned him a few weeks ago?’

Heading to the assigned room and getting there, Anri immediately gave you a bunch of stuff while telling you about some of Ego’s newly adapted annoying habits. Minutes later, she finished her complaining and let you go you to find your new player.

Imagine being the manager of Isagi Yoichi, the heart of Blue Lock.

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Isagi Yoichi, with whom you immediately click moments after you first meet him, the conversations going surprisingly smooth. His attentive and kind nature made you much more talkative than usual, feeling lucky that you somehow managed to get a normal boy. The nightmares that tortured you for the past week, anxious about who you were gonna end up with were also nowhere to be found. Between the breaks of practice matches, Yoichi would always come to the benches, eager to continue your little chat from earlier, seemingly taking genuine interest in you. And when he had to go back to the field, you simply watched him in silence while quickly reading through his data sheet.

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•Isagi, who you notice that literally every day, during all the matches tends to think and analyze a lot, which surprised you a bit, didn’t expecting to get someone who actually thinks before he acts.

•In the first few days he would mostly keep his thoughts to himself and although he does share some of them regarding soccer with you, he still remains a mystery.

•Isagi, who has been really curious about you from the start, and because of that you two talked a lot. From telling him how you ended up in Blue Lock, to him being silly and secretly imitating some of his teammates for fun. He also shared his own goals and how he hoped to be a good player, so you wouldn’t have to deal with all his shit in the future.

•He's also the one who's been holding whichever team he’s been part of together since the beginning and has slowly but surely earned a reputation within the facility. That wasn’t the problem, but rather the fact that your player was known for his harsh words and slurs towards his opponents and for being a completely different person on the pitch instead of the usual respectful guy, making you worry a little.

•The cherry on top however is that he somehow always manages to piss off the biggest, most skilled, clearly not in the mood to be insulted type of players.

•Dealing with this is probably the hardest part of being his manager. Apart from that, you have a pretty normal, simple routine, compared to the others, because well…you don't have to do much other than the standard work schedule, since Isagi is just easy to deal with. He doesn’t break the rules, eats what he’s given and always gets up on time.

•This is usually how your days go until the unexpected U20 match announcement comes, which makes the boy much, much more motivated making you basically fight to be able to keep up with him. Your tasks suddenly also multiply, having to give more detailed reports to the boss, monitoring Yoichi’s food portions and supliments way too carefully all while trying to help him achieve the perfect built for the upcoming match, hoping he gets selected.

•Your secret stash of snacks that you keep hidden in your room specially for him is also prohibited to touch, knowing damn well if Ego or Anri notices the few more calories on his data list both of you will be punished.

“So no more sneaky sweets?”-he asked one night, to which you just nodded regretfully.

“Nooooooooo…”

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AFTER THE U20 MATCH…

•Isagi changes. A lot. You would say he has improved and currently still is at a frighteningly fast pace. From the very first match he plays with his ‘new’ team to way he thinks and acts is different. This probably earned him one of the best players title as of now.

•He recently also began to follow a stricter training plan, and although the few chocolate bars you secretly try to give him are reeeeaally tempting, he always rejects them, saying that when he feels like he deserves one, he will accept it, resulting in you having to eat all of them alone before they expire.

•Changing places, didn’t necessarily mean new teammates. Yet, the people in Blue Lock he was the closest with all chose different countries, only some of them going on the same path as Yoichi.

•Fortunately, he had no problem finding new and old friends to hang out with, so you thought at least you didn’t have to worry about that. Wrong. You should have.

•Because although Isagi may have gotten along with the Japanese players, the Germans were different. First you thought, maybe it was because of his duality while playing, but it seemed like his mere existence was a problem for specifically 2 German people. They were extremely bothered by him, the murderous look in their eye every time, made you try to keep your player away from them as much as possible.

•Isagi changing meant your nightly routine had to be adjusted as well. Instead of an hour, you now sat with him in front of the big monitors for 2, carefully analyzing his movements every second, papers full of notes and comments to discuss later.

•He also gained immense popularity all over the world with his goal against the U20 that day, receiving comments and praises from fans on a daily basis with them saying how humble and good he is. Yet, despite all this, for some reason he’s need to get a compliment or praise only from you, rises drastically.

•“I’m with you all day, you know me best. I’m just simply curious about your opinion!”

•He, with whom you focus quite a bit on learning the basics of the German language, yet somehow the pronunciation, even the rules have no place in the boy’s puzzle anymore. Still, he tries hard because talking to Bastard München fans and mocking Michael Kaiser in his own native language seems so tempting.

•Over time, you guys became much closer to each other, and even though he has thought about asking you out on a date, he still doesn’t do it because he’s afraid that if things don’t go well, you’ll quit and he simply wouldn’t risk it. You’re the best manager and if necessary, he will continue to try and see you as a friend, as long as you’ll be by his side until the end of his journey.

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Lorelei — Simon "Ghost" Riley x Reader | Part II

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Synopsis: Aware of the way his lifestyle doesn't align with your dream life and unwilling to quit his life as a soldier, Simon breaks things off with you. It isn't until a year later that he sees you again, a tiny carbon copy of him held in your arms.

"Can I hold her?" You dread the question. The way he asks it, the way he looks at you, the way you know he's going out of his comfort zone to come to your house, knowing you don't want him there.

"Sure." You put your pride aside, having the best interest of your baby in mind. The little girl is placed carefully in his arms, and it breaks your heart to see just how well she fits there, like a missing puzzle piece.

"She's so beautiful." He whispers, brown eyes fully focused on his daughter—his daughter. For someone who avoided the topic of family like the plague, the concept was still weird to even think about, despite the way the girl in his arms looked just like him when he was a baby, countless pictures hung around his house before they were permanently destroyed by his father in attempts to torment Mrs. Riley.

"What was that, Captain?" Simon crooned teasingly, leaning his head closer to the baby to try to understand the babbles that were slowly becoming more and more clear each passing week. Of course, she was still too young to talk, though the little girl loved babbling out at any given moment.

"She's lovely, isn't she? Shame she looks like you." Your words came out teasing for the first time ever since you saw him again, the banter in your previous friendship coming back for a second as he playfully glared down at you.

"Shame she acts like me too." He jested, the baby's mannerisms very reminiscent of his own. You poke your tongue out at him jokingly before looking back down at your daughter, the strings of your heart being pulled the more you stare at her. The little creature doesn't cry much, luckily, so you have all the time in the world to simply admire what you created— what you both created.

"Look at her tongue stickin' out." Simon pointed out to the baby's tiny tongue sticking out, a quiet laugh leaving his lips at the way she imitated you. You gently pinch her chubby cheek, planting a kiss on her forehead as a small laugh escapes you too. It's not hard for her to steal your heart, Simon noticed.

"Hush, darlin', daddy's busy flirtin' with mommy." He knows he's overstepping, but... it's worth the risk. He wants what you used to have back then, despite knowing he doesn't deserve it. He'll prove himself, Simon promised since the first time he saw you again.

"Just so you know, this—" You point between him, the baby, and you. "Doesn't mean we're together. Not a chance." You try to be stern, though you both can't deny the look in your eyes. Still, you resist, not wanting to be disappointed again. Simon leaving is an open wound that never healed.

"I know." He replied after a few seconds, not looking at you. His eyes were focused on the baby, holding her close to his chest as she cuddled up to him, quieting down from her babbling. He sat down on the couch, one of his fingers absent-mindedly running over the features of his daughter.

"I'm thinkin' of retiring within a year or two, once Makarov's dead." He starts hesitantly, not daring to look at you just yet.

"Do you think the three of us can be a family? I know I messed up, and I'm sorry." He finally looks up at you, though only for a short second before he's getting up again, gently putting the baby in her crib. He gives her a small plushie to cuddle, soft blanket wrapped over her tiny frame. He comes back to you, bare hands hesitantly reaching for yours before noticing you're about to recoil back. He doesn't blame you.

"I'll do anything." He swears, taking a step back to respect your personal space. You look away for a few seconds, arms crossed and a small frown on your lips. The thought of Simon leaving or dying is always there, eating at the back of your mind.

"You're retiring?" Is all you can ask, not bothering to hide the sheer curiosity and confusion. Simon has been a soldier since he was 18— it's all he knows. He has given up his entire life and family— why stop now?

"Yeah. Think it's time to slow down... actually live life a little, for once. I had to retire at some point, yeah?" It wasn't an easy choice at all. He has bled for the army countless times, lost his family because of it, lost so many allies he can't even count them in his head, yet the tiny girl was the one that made him realize enough is enough.

"Interesting." It's all you reply, eyes slightly narrowed as you look deep into his, seeking for any signs of hesitation or lying. You find none.

"I'm serious. I can be a father to her, and... a husband to you, if you let me. Just like you wanted." Just like you told him you wanted things to be. Just like he thought about before breaking up with you after 4 years.

"Don't have to give me an answer now, but I'm retirin' and that's final." He went to grab his backpack, pulling out a folder. He placed it in front of you gently before giving his sleeping daughter a soft kiss on the forehead, eyes fully focused on her as he memorized her features. It's gonna be a long time until he sees her again.

"I'm deploying in an hour." He mentioned, his back turned towards you as you read the papers. His will, updated to include your daughter. Previously, it was only you there.

"Not comin' back for a long while, unless things go well. If shit hits the fan..." He knows it's always a possibility when dealing with Makarov.

"You'll both have enough to live a good life." He was getting choked up. Not crying or tearing up, but uncomfortable enough that he was struggling to speak.

"Simon." You call out and he turns his head towards you, slight surprise in his features. It's the first time you call him Simon since he came back into your life— it used to be Ghost, much to his dismay, to place even more space between you. He never said anything about it.

"Something to keep your heart safe." You walk up to him, both of your hands holding one of his, placing a hard object in his palm. He looks down at it and his heart almost stops.

The ID bracelet your baby wore shortly after she was born. He nods his head once in acknowledgment, expression growing more determined as his fingers trace the outline of the plastic.

"Come back to her safe." Your hand hesitantly went to the back of his neck, pulling him closer until his forehead was against yours. He lets you, and you're both stuck looking deep into each other's eyes for what feels like forever.

"Come back to us." You plant a soft kiss to his forehead before letting go, basking in the slight sense of normalcy, ignoring your worthless pride for once. He leans down and returns the kiss to your forehead, nodding once. He stares down at you, memorizing your features the same way he did with your daughter before turning around and leaving, swearing to keep the silent promise with a newfound sense of determination.

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Silver Swan (Part 8)

Neglected!fem!reader x yandere!batfam

Your next hit was going to be a hotly contested fashion procession run by the House of Perfection. So far, it had demanded the blockage of multiple commonly-used roads and $50,000 a pop tickets. Let them eat cake, indeed.

Your family, once again, was going without you. But no matter. Yet another high-class event to be sabotaged by Silver Swan.

Assuming it didn't get sabotaged by climate activists first.

"We have had so many problems with this shoot," head designer, Ruth Powers, purred into a camera. "Some lunatics have protested outside because of my use of fur. They say it's heartless to end the animal for its fur. I say it's a waste of fur to let the ungrateful animal keep it."

Well, that did it. All of your feathers were imitation; no swans were harmed for the sake of your look. Ruth Powers would have to pay for this.

You cased this joint for ages, taking even more 'walks'. This was going to be a lot of fun. Apparently, Ruth had a habit of handing out little goodies underneath the audience seats like her name was Oprah.

That was your way in.

You turned your signature silver coat inside out, showing the purple velvet lining first while hiding the silvery feathers on the inside. "Extra goodies for the fashion show," you said, handing over a box of stink bombs to a harried courier.

"Great. Thank you, ma'am," he said. "Shouldn't I sign for these?"

"Already handled. Just get them inside with the rest of the goody bags. And don't drop them; they're delicate."

"Right. Great. Have a good day!" he said, knees buckling over the weight. You saluted him and walked away.

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Your work was mostly done by now. All you had left was to swing by and make an appearance. "If the family is leaving the house at 6, and it starts at 8, that means the goodie bags will be opened at 9. That means the ideal time to show up is around 10. I should take a nap."

"Great, be more of a burden," Steph snarked, as she and Cass walked by you. Cass took extra care to knock you into a wall and shoot a withering glare at you as they left.

At least they didn't suspect anything.

You took a nap as they prepared, earplugs drowning out their shouts and curses as they got ready for yet another social engagement without you. You got up at 9:30, your family long gone from Wayne Manor.

Showtime.

You laid out pyjamas for yourself to change back into and flew back to where the catwalk was going to take place. Sure enough, people were staggering out, coughing.

"Hey, it's Silver Swan!" someone yelled, pointing up towards you with a single stained finger. "It was her! She did this!"

"Saboteur!" Ruth screamed. "Saboteur and monster! You ruined my night!"

"Shut your hole, Ruth!" you ordered. "You always said there was a price to pay for beauty, which was why you used fur. I used faux feathers for my cloak, and velvet for the interior. It's a shame lives had to be cut short for your vision."

Ruth spluttered for a few seconds, before "Your stunt stained important people! People who paid to be here, unlike you!" Ruth pointed at your father, who was gagging and holding back vomit. You wanted to laugh, but Silver Swan never laughed. She merely smirked.

"Oh, don't get your designer undies in a wad." You tsked as the family that was more than happy to leave you behind as a nasty little secret. "It's just a Wayne."

You let yourself get close enough for one of your feathers to grace Ruth with its existence before you flew off.

As you made your way home, you wondered what the headlines and social media trends would look like.

Your father and siblings were not going to like this.

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s: Denji|Power|Aki Hayakawa| Makima

Denji ~ You want a date, well he'll take you to one. By that he'll take you to a cheap burger joint and stuff his face full of fries with you.

He loves his hair being scruffled or played with, he'd make a stupid imitation of a cat purring when you do it.

As stupid in love for you he'd be, he'd be scared in a way of letting you in close after everyone around him had died and in a way betrayed him. He wouldn't want you getting hurt either, so you'd have to swear to him that you'd keep yourself safe and away from harm.

Power ~ she doesn't really get the concept of human love but she's fond of you! she'd bring you dead animals as a present, if you don't like them she'll spend hours trying to find another animal that you'd like instead. So best you praise her for the first one or she'll go rabid.

She'd want to go on a date at a cat cafe, she'd never heard of these before you. She wouldn't even eat anything, she'd sit picking up all of the kitties and loving on them, holding at least 5 in her arms demanding you take them all home and then you'll have to spend 30 minutes calming down her fit because you can't.

Aki Hayakawa ~ He never wanted to get close to somebody again after Himeno, he couldn't survive it again. He believes everybody around him would die, but meeting you opened him slightly. He'd want you to live with him right away for saftey purposes just incase something were to happen he could protect you.

Before he made contracts with the Future devil he made a letter to you that he put in his dresser, in case he died he wanted you to have something of his still. He knew you'd find it if he did die.

On one particular night he woke up with a horrible dream reliving his family's annihlation, crying screaming and for the first time relying on you. He'd sob into your chest, holding his arms as tightly as he could around you not wanting you to leave him too.

Makima ~ Makima is not a woman capable of feeling human emotions for the most. Her main desire? control. Oh you, you were the one she wanted to control the most, have you obey her and stay by her side forever to have a family of sorts with. She wasn't capable of forming meaningful relationships but with you it was the most sh got.

You for who know's why were the only Human she couldn't control, no matter what she tried and it infuriated her yet, intrugied her. So, she resorted to manipulation the thing she's best at. She slowly promised you everything you could want. That was until you found out she was a devil, she expected you to run to tell everybody however, when you didn't. She for once felt, surprised.

You were never her first priority but a close second, one she cherished in a way, you had her under your control and that was a feeling she never wanted to leave.

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Mrs.Call - Embry Call x Reader

I am still working on this request but to be honest, it's taking me a while because I wrote almost 2k words and then deleted it all because I hated it lol. Anyway, here's something to hopefully tide you over, beware it's kinda small. 

Y/M/N = your maiden name

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You stared at the fish darting around the oversized tank, observing as they weaved through the various decorations placed haphazardly amongst the colorful gravel. You were completely mesmerized, as you always had been since you were a kid. 

Simple things could occupy you for hours, it was something that Embry loved about you. He swore he fell in love all over again every time your face lit up when you saw an elaborate fish tank in a waiting room or a field full of grazing cattle when on a long drive. It didn't matter,  you always found something to be excited about and that was something he was trying to imitate in his everyday life. 

His hand rested on your thigh, using his pointer finger to trace small circles against your denim-clad leg. He was observing you, as he always does, listening to you softly humming the tune to the last song the two of you were listening to before you got to the doctor's office.

It was just a routine checkup. You had a small noninvasive surgery on your wrist two weeks prior and even though you weren't even wearing the bandage anymore Embry had insisted that he drove you everywhere. You had tried to argue that you were perfectly fine and insisted that he left for patrol. Five minutes later he came into the bathroom where you were getting ready for the appointment, kissed your cheek, and then you heard the front door close. 

Triumphantly you turned your music up and finished the last of your morning routine before heading out to your car. The music was still coming from your phone as you skipped along to the beat, not paying attention to your surroundings. 

So imagine to your surprise when you looked in your car from the windshield and saw Embry, sporting a shit-eating grin as he tapped his fingers against the top of the steering wheel. At the moment you were flabbergasted, however, the more you thought about it, the more you were not surprised. It was totally in Embry's character to trick you like he had. And while Embry would jump in front of a moving bus if you asked him, he tended to not listen when he thought it would benefit you. 

Now the two of you sat in a pair of conjoined chairs in the waiting room, waiting for your name to be called. Your eyes drifted to his every once in a while because you could feel his gaze. And he would smile the same smile that made you fall for him in the first place and go back to watching you. 

Back when you first got together the combined actions of his hand on your thigh and his eyes not leaving you would have sent you into an embarrassed fit. But now after having been together for over half a decade and having been married officially for a month, you weren't as quick to spook anymore. 

Lost in your own little world you didn't notice the office door swinging open and it didn't register to you what the nurse was calling out. 

“Mrs.Y/M/N” 

“Mrs.Y/M/N” 

“Oh wait, my mistake. Mrs.Call”

Your head snapped up at that. Had she been calling you the whole time? Embry nudged your leg and you met his gaze, this time your cheeks lighting up fiery red as heat warmed your face. You were thoroughly embarrassed now and by the smirk on Embry's face, he knew it. 

“I think it's time for you to go back, …Mrs.Call '', he drew out your new last name offering you his hand as you begrudgingly stood up. Embry was biting the inside of his cheek excessively to hold in the laugh that he so badly wanted to let out. 

The scene before him had been perfect. 

You were so enthralled with the fish that hearing someone call out your maiden name, the same last name you had carried from birth until just a month ago hadn't registered to you in your former state of being occupied as a possibility of being you. 

No, you were only brought back to a state of full consciousness by hearing your last name for only a month, the name that was his last name. 

Embry prided himself on being a modern man, however hearing you being called Y/N Call drove him crazy, and he loved every second of it.

“Oh my god I’m so sorry, forgive me”, you exclaimed as you walked towards the smiling nurse all while trying to compose yourself, and not let Embry rile you up. 

And while you gave it your very best effort, sometimes trying is simply not enough. 

Because throughout the entire post-op appointment, Embry couldn't wipe the dumb smirk off his face, especially when the two of you would make fleeting eye contact and your face would burn bright and warm. 

After being given a clean bill of health you hurried to the parking garage, trying to get away from your husband. Because even though you both knew that what had happened was not a big deal, you were making it a big deal because you had gotten momentarily embarrassed.  

Huffing as you pulled the passenger door closed Embry lost it. Releasing all the laughter that he had been holding back. Normally you would revel in the sound, his laughter especially the deep belly laughter which was reserved mostly for you was one of your favorite melodies. But not this time. No, because his laughter was at your expense. 

“Embry it's not funny”, you pouted, staring straight ahead as he began pulling the car out of the garage, the familiar pitter-patter of rain starting as soon as you left the protection of the concrete building. 

“My sweet girl, I feel like I should hold your hand while I tell you this, but that whole situation was hilarious. Your reaction was hilarious”, he was laughing again, turning to steal glances at your reaction. 

Your face twisted up as you tried to figure out a rebuttal, but you couldn't. Because he was right like he always is. 

“She didn't call my name”, you grumbled, crossing your arms over your chest in a very childlike manner. 

“And here I thought I knew the woman I married, you finally gonna tell me after seven years together that your last name isn't Y/M/N?”, he questioned, raising an eyebrow all the while the stupid smirk from earlier returned. 

“That's exactly what I’m saying, last time I checked my last name is no longer Y/M/N. It's Call,  so why would I respond to Y/M/N?”, you quirked your eyebrow up at him, waiting to hear his argument back. 

Except he didn't argue. 

Instead, he took your hand in his and brought it up. He placed several kisses against your knuckles and fiddled with the wedding band he had laid on your finger weeks ago. 

“I guess you have a point, Mrs.Call”.

[mimiiiiiiiiisstuff]

Girl I have so many questions about your story it’s actually ridiculous!

(I don’t want to overwhelm you though so imma hold back)

is reader becoming a snake person a reference to snakes preying on bats and birds?( and will the snake being joker’s be important?)

Is Tiffany going to have to put effort into pretending she’s the ✨perfect sister✨ now that reader obviously isn’t going to do jack for them anymore? (Because ungrateful families don’t deserve muffins 😒)

Is reader going to be a hero or villain, or maybe something in between?

will we be able to get an idea of why the batfam treats reader like they’re some sort of pest?( you’d think they’d be more careful since reader could easily expose their identities if they thought about it 😒😒)

and finally.

Tim had a very…different…reaction to reader ‘framing’ Tiffany- is that important?

-🚚

yay ok this is my first like real ask! Yall have been making me so so happy with all the love! It really encourages me! And don't worry about overwhelming me! I can take it :) i'm answering this and then signing off to go to bed because I have the worst flu ever.

Ok so yes! Reader becoming a snake-meta-person does have to do with snakes preying on birds, honestly that was a little easter egg for funsies. Im glad you caught it! reader's gonna eat those hoes up !!!!!!! ( and they'll lock her up right after)

Tiffany will for sure try to imitate reader at first but that will eventually lead to her downfall! she can only keep it up for 6 months and then she'll be discovered. she can't imitate the genuine love and care reader puts into these things so they'll always be off no matter how much she tries. the batfam will end up realizing what they lost and do whatever it takes to get it back.

And yes, the snake being the Joker's will be important bc he's the joker and is so fucking insane that even his snake has to be special! all powers have consequences and these will be heavy. it will put reader through it, but will really shape them as a person.

Im leaning more toward reader being a hero??? but with the snake being literally radioactive it might be a kinda venom dynamic. im still not too sure tbh. with all the angst and neglect and the troubles of being a teen, she might be a bit of an anti-hero! she might pull a jason (ironic, i know) and go around killing all the villians!

the thing about the batfam, is that they don't even realize what they're doing to the reader. they literally see her as irrelevant so they don't notice their neglect or how much it affects reader. she's not even on their minds enough to be perceived as a threat. the only ones purposefully being mean are Damian and Jason, Damian because he sees reader as less than/ a threat and Jason because he is trying to push the reader out his life and not 'taint' her innocence.

Tim's reaction is different because he's suspicious. he thinks he would've noticed if reader was capable of doing something so sneaky and underhanded. he's the only one who is suspicious because he simply doesn't think she's smart enough to do this. he's gonna be the first to see Tiff's true colors.

Goodnight yall!!! i'll be back tmrw morning! keep sending more asks! I take requests so if you have any ideas you want me to write just send them in! I'll yandere platonic or romanitc. SEND THEM IN!!!!!!!!

[holylulusworld]

How to cure a grump (4)

Summary: You’re losing your job on Christmas.

Pairing: CEO/Boss!Bucky Barnes x fem!Reader

Warnings: grumpy Bucky, mistaken identity, kinda fake dating trope, snowed-in trope, John Walker bashing

How to cure a grump (3)

How to cure a grump masterlist

“That audacity,” Bucky angrily mutters. “How dare he talk to you! He should be ashamed of himself and his actions!”

You blink a few times. What happened not minutes ago was mind-boggling. Your former boss, the grumpiest person you ever met, kissed you to save you from embarrassment.

“Why?” You whisper so no one but Bucky can hear you question his intentions. His help surely comes with a price. “What do you want?”

“What?” He furrows his brows, still lost in thoughts, as he watches John and his fiancé walk past your mother.

Your former boyfriend greets your mom, earning an angry look and no response. If it was up to her, he’d lie on the ground bleeding, and his teeth missing.

“We should get the things your mother wanted you to get. Give me the list,” Bucky says. He snatches the list out of your hands as you stand there, frozen to the spot. “You can pay the stuff here, and I’ll get the rest.”

Bucky walks out of the store, nodding at your mother as he hurriedly makes his way toward the next store.

Almost done with your mother’s list, Bucky walks toward the last store. He carries around the paper bags filled with more things your mother needed for dinner.

“It’s you again,” John smirks as Bucky wants to pass him by. It was already a long day. He’s cold and tired. Not to forget, he kissed his former employee and liked it. “I didn’t think she’d find a new guy anytime soon. Not after she lost me.”

John Walker hates losing. Watching Bucky kiss you in public, in front of people knowing him, and you made John furious. He doesn’t care that he ended your relationship and cheated on you. John Walker is the kind of guy wanting to eat his cake and keep it.

“What do you mean, with a guy like you?” Bucky dips his head. “The kind of guy promised a woman marriage and a future only to cheat on her with a cheap imitation?”

John’s face contorts in anger. “A good catch like me. Business owner, house owner, a stallion in the bed.”

Bucky wrinkles his nose. “Usually, when guys tell you they are good in bed, they are quick shots and can’t satisfy a woman.”

“Say,” John leans closer to look Bucky up and down, “does she still only want to fuck with the lights out? She’s a frigid little thing, isn’t she.”

Bucky takes a deep breath. It takes anything in him to not throw the paper bags at John.  He won’t throw punches but fight dirty. “Not with me,” Bucky says, smirking. “I can understand she only wanted to have sex with you in the dark. With a face like yours in front of her, she must’ve been unwell all the damn time…”

John gapes at your former boss, who holds his gaze, still smirking. Without another word, Bucky walks past John, hearing people laugh about John who throws a tantrum like a toddler, calling Bucky names.

“He did what?” The moment you came back home, the phone wouldn’t start ringing. Your aunt was first to call to tell you what Bucky said to John. It didn’t change your mind about your former boss but made you chuckle.

Next was your neighbor across the street. They watched with amusement when John was taken down a peg by your former boss.

Six calls later, you are snorting because it’s John’s fiancée, asking you to tell Bucky to apologize to John. “Yeah, not going to happen, darling. If you’d excuse me now, we are in the middle of our Christmas preparations.”

You ended the call before she could say another word.

“Who was it this time?” Your mother chuckles as you try not to laugh. Of course, she enjoyed every call. Bucky fought fire with fire, and she likes him even better because of it. “Come on, Munchkin. Tell me who it was.”

“John’s fiancée,” you snort. “She wanted James to apologize to John for calling him a quick shot and that he’s got an ugly face.”

She shrugs and says, “What is true, has to remain true. James was right, and people love him for it. Mrs. Applebaum from the end of the street even clapped her hands. You must love James.”

“Mom,” you sigh, deep and exasperated. How can you reveal now that your mother likes your former boss so much, that you hate him? “Please don’t tell him that you love him.”

“Who loves who?” Bucky casually walks inside the kitchen, grinning from ear to ear. He enjoyed that you got flustered around him on the trip back to your mother’s house. “I parked the car.”

“Thank you, Jamie,” your mother coos and winks at Bucky. “I know it’s a bummer they didn’t have a free room for you, but you can stay here for Christmas. We have more than enough space and food. Right, Y/N?”

“Right,” you say, even though, you feel like this is a conspiracy between your mother and your former boss. “Uh—I’ll check on the heating and if we got enough wood for the fireplace.

“Munchkin,” your mother says, “why don’t you show James around the house? He hasn’t seen much of it.”

You give up and simply nod. Whatever you say would only hurt your mother’s feelings. If you must, you’ll play pretend over Christmas. You can always tell her that you and Bucky split up. The last thing you want is to ruin Christmas for your mom.

“Alright, show me around Y/N,” Bucky smirks at you. He’s enjoying this too much for your liking. “I can hardly wait to see every nook at your home.”

You grit your teeth but say nothing. Every word would only make your mother suspicious or cause a fight between you and your former boss.

So, you bite your tongue and politely ask him to follow you, murder in your eyes.

“Your mom is very nice,” he says while walking next to you. “What do you want to show me first?”

You walk upstairs, guiding Bucky away from your mother. You’re seething and can’t hold back any longer.

Grabbing him by his jacket, you push Bucky against the wall next to your room. “What kind of game are you playing?” You accuse. “I know you’re having a blast lying to my mom, but if you dare to make fun of her home, I’ll castrate you.”

“Whoa,” he yelps when you slam your fist into the wall beside his head. “When I said your mom is nice, I meant it. She invited me in and let me stay at her home for free. I’d never make fun of her or her home.”

“Good.” You step away from Bucky, exhaling deeply to calm down. “Listen, this is an odd situation. If you want to stay here for Christmas, it’s fine by me. I owe you for John and…you know.”

Bucky doesn’t mention the kiss, and you're thankful for it. “How about you show me the rest of the house, and we discuss how we keep on pretending to be in love…”

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[starkenobi]

With Love | Natasha Romanoff x reader

masterlist — warnings: mcu; avenger!reader; fluff; acquaintances to lovers; flirty.

Summary: Were you reading it wrong the signs? You hope not, because you really want to be the one for Natasha Romanoff.

“You're staring.”

Natasha grumbled softly, pretending to have her attention completely focused on the book she had in her hands, and ignoring your watchful eyes. Lying on the carpet next to the couch, you watched the small shiver that took over her arms, knowing that it had such an effect gave you a feeling of butterflies in your stomach. Ignoring the reports you had to do, you placed the notebook on the coffee table and sat down so you could look at her better.

A small pout formed on Natasha's lips. “ Stop it, honey.”

You let out a grunt of protest. You never thought you would be in this kind of situation, that you would reach this level of intimacy with Natasha. But there you were, sprawled on the floor of Natasha's room, the weekend after your first long solo mission... Talking about relationships.

You had been invited by Steve to be part of the Avengers, having gained attention after saving children in a terrible explosion in a museum. That was two years ago. Initially, you didn't accept the invitation, deciding to only help when your presence was extremely necessary. You didn't have any great superpowers, just a wonderful memory that helped you to be able to imitate anything you saw, read or heard just once. It didn't take long for you to quit your civilian job and join the Avengers for good, increasingly bored with the calm dynamic, becoming unable to hold back the growing desire to make a difference.

"I just don't understand, okay? I'm outraged! You deserve the world! I can't believe those fucking exes treated you porly.”

Natasha sighed heavily, still pretending to read the book despite not having turned the page in the last few minutes. "Thank you for your support, but it's water under the bridge."

Closing the notebook for good, you pushed the device away as if it were her fault. You weren't at all pleased to see the resignation on Natasha's face; if it were anyone else, you would even think it was just an act, but you could notice the tips of her ears starting to take on a red tone.

Frowning, you crawled to her feet and rested your hands on her knees, finally managing to make her look up from the book. “Tasha, there’s no way you’re just going to accept this.”

She slammed the book shut, throwing it across the couch, and glared at you. “What do you want me to say? I’m tired of wondering if there’s something wrong with me!”

Your eyes widened, completely surprised by her outburst. Maybe the topic was really sensitive, but you couldn’t back down now. After all these months, the coffee invitations and offers to help with small everyday things outside of missions, the affection and smiles, the long conversations… It was a sign, right? So, swallowing hard, you gathered the courage to say out loud what you wanted to say since the first day you saw her.

“Let me eat you out.”

Natasha gave you a small slap on the shoulder in reprimand, making you lose your balance. “Hey!”

“Come on, I'm serious!” You said as you felt the need to defend yourself, hating the idea that she thought it was a joke. You looked at Natasha as seriously as possible, even though she tried to avoid your eyes. “I’ll always give you the orgasm you deserve, without asking for anything in return.”

Natasha's ears got even redder and her cheekbones too, but you couldn't tell if it was discomfort or just embarrassment. Natasha opened and closed her mouth a few times, for a moment she seemed to not know what to say, she finally took a deep breath - as if gathering courage - but the moment was interrupted by knocks on the door.

“Oh, it must be Steve and Bucky wanting to plan in advance the next mission we're going.” Natasha said, moving away quickly and stopping only when she reached the door, giving you a strange look before commenting quietly. “I think you better go.”

You felt the butterflies in your stomach wilt. You didn't dare say anything else, quickly gathering your things and shoving them into your backpack. With your trembling hands, you hoped that at least your face was neutral enough and tried to smile at the super soldiers who seemed surprised to see you there. Ignoring them exchanging silent glances with Natasha, you said goodbye without much flourish, avoiding looking Natasha in the eyes. And you left without waiting for an answer. When you got out of the elevator, you mentally thanked yourself for not bumping into anyone, and for Friday not reacting at all after being the only witness to your pathetic crying.

Your head was heavy, the days passing by in the blink of an eye, but you felt completely numb. It seemed that Natasha had been avoiding you since that weekend, you could never run into her alone like you used to. Always accompanied by someone from the team, she seemed to be always running around and completely busy. You couldn't stop thinking that, maybe, you had really misinterpreted everything, that the feeling was one-sided. Of course you wouldn't blame her. If it were really true that you had misunderstood everything, you would like to be able to apologize. But you couldn't deny that the rejection still hurt, even if it was done silently.

"Are you crazy? Of course she's going to run away from you, this is not a topic to talk about at work." Kate interrupted you, an expression of outrage on her face.

Yelena rolled her eyes at her girlfriend's reaction. "I think it's better if you visit her this weekend, at her apartment."

Kate stared at her in disbelief. "Without an invitation?"

“The worst that could happen is Natasha pretending she wasn't home, or closing the door in her face.” Yelena shrugged, turning her attention back to the coffee.

So that's what you did, with a box of chocolates and a bouquet of roses in your hands. Knocking on the door a few times, at the rhythm that she would know it was you. Your heart was pounding so hard, it felt like it was going to come out of your mouth. It was a cool spring Saturday, but you felt as hot as if you were in a sauna. You were completely nervous, but everything disappeared when Natasha opened the door.

“I was going to text you now.” She said with a smile, opening the door wider so you could enter.

Taking a few steps to the living room, you turned to hand over the gifts. Lowering your head, not daring to look into her eyes and see the possible rejection. “I'm sorry for the last time, I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable. I read the signs wrong, I hope we can still be friends.”

“You didn't do anything wrong.” Natasha sighed, placing the chocolate and the bouquet on the counter, and then walking over to where you were. “I just thought I was misreading the signs, that you were just playing around like you do with Stark.”

You felt your body relax, your heart beating fast, but for a good reason, you couldn't help but smile as you looked back at her. “So it's okay if I admit that I've always wanted to go down on you? With love, of course.”

Natasha snorted, and you couldn't help yourself and ended up laughing, loving her reaction. Teasing her was one of your new favorite things, especially with a vocabulary worthy of cheap porn. However, you needed to keep a bit of seriousness for now, so you carefully held her hands and brought them to your lips to place a kiss.

“You're impossible.” She complained, but with a smile on her lips.

“Forgive me? I know I should have asked you out on a date before telling you that I want to kiss every part of your body.” you said, bringing one of your hands to her face, and when she tilted her head towards the caress, you felt your heart skip a beat and your stomach explode with butterflies.

Closing her eyes, she murmured. “Dinner at that new restaurant near here? I demand pampering.”

You couldn't stop smiling, so much joy. Unable to contain yourself, you ended up leaning in to place a kiss on Natasha's cheek and then a small kiss on her lips. “Anything my princess wants.”

You would do everything to make it work, to make her happy. And who knows, maybe in the near future you could officially call her your girlfriend. But for now, a first date with her was enough.

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[i-drop-level-one-loot]

To Love You (Platonic Yandere!Child x Monster!Reader)

Chapter 1: This child needs me

[part 0, here, 2]

CW: femme bodied GN Reader, monster stuff, accidental adoption, description of nudity (non sexual)

Avery stood as still as the trees he hid behind while he watched the thing become a poor imitation of his mother.

If he barely closed his eyes it would have looked like her, but with his brown eyes wide open, staring at it's nude form, Avery wondered if the monster even knew what a human looked like. Their body was the right height, but the shape was off; it had no breasts, nor genitalia. The creature had taken a quick look at the clothed woman and guessed what her body looked like.

Everything about the monster felt off. Like a mannequin come to life. The skin had no texture or character, no discoloration or birthmarks. The hair was a slightly wrong shade and a little too long. But the worst part of the being was it's face.

It whipped around, staring at Avery with eyes slightly too wide, showing the whites above and below the iris. It's lips were an absurdly red shade, as though it thought the lipstick the woman was wearing was her natural lip color. But what made the face really off putting was the fact that it was too symmetrical. Avery couldn't verbalize that that was what was wrong, but it didn't have the same human inconsistency that his mother's face naturally had.

And for a moment, Avery remembered every single time his mother grabbed his arm a little too tightly.

She never would have killed him. And he told himself that she loved him. But it didn't matter how often she would buy him ice cream after a big fight, or how sweetly she smiled at him, it didn't stop him from flinching whenever she raised her hand.

He didn't know why he did it. Maybe it was the same reason he had grabbed the steering wheel earlier.

Avery rushed forward, and held the monster as tightly as he could.

(Reader) was filled with confusion. Not only was their disguise less than passable, but they were positive that the little boy saw them kill his mom. So why did he hold onto them as though they were the hero?

Their hand reached down and slid over his dirty back. Thoughts of ripping out his spine and eating him as well filtered through their mind, but instead they went on autopilot, as though their true identity had not been exposed already. "Let's go home."

Avery slowly released the monster, looking up at them with large, teary eyes. "Okay.. mommy."

(Reader) gently held the boy's hand in their own, and allowed him to lead them to the damaged vehicle.

It was much more advanced than the last time they saw a carriage, but this wasn't the last time they slept through major technological advancements. They would adapt. They always did.

Tiny frozen fingers squeezed (Reader's) hand to get their attention. "It's too broken to drive. But there's a coat in the back."

The monster looked down, remembering their nakedness. Unlike humans they did not feel the cold, and when they were in their true form they had no need for clothing.

Ripping open the smashed door with ease, (Reader) found a long winter jacket that when they slid it on fell to their knees. Avery still stood by their side, expectantly holding out his arm stiffly so he could hold their hand again. Although it always took a bit for the ancient one to get their mind in order after a long slumber, even they could see that the newly orphaned child was an odd one.

It wasn't customary to ask questions. They just killed people and replaced them. Those who learned of their true nature were also killed. And it had been that way for as long as (Reader) could remember. They had been both man and woman and those who were neither; they had spoken many languages in many skins and lived many lives. But this child was holding out his hand, knowing that they were not his mother.

"Which way is home?" They asked, their voice parroting the sound of the woman screaming her last words, calling out for her child.

Avery still held out his hand expectantly. "Down the road. It's really far."

The creature looked at his hand, then at his small legs, and realized how long it would take if he meant that they lived at the bottom of the mountain. They grabbed him under his arms and easily swung Avery onto their back. Perhaps they would keep him alive, just until they found a better family to cleanly assimilate into.

"Am I heavy?" Avery asked with a surprised tone.

"No." (Reader) almost found his question amusing. Did he not see them rip the car door off?

The six year old thought about when he was sick the year before, and purposefully acted more pathetic than he felt because he wanted his mother's attention. How he sobbed loudly because he was too ill to walk to his bed from the couch. So his mother left him to sleep out in the living room.

It was dangerous, but the idea that this creature was his savior, and not just a monster, gave the child more confidence than he should have had, given his situation. "Are you a girl?"

".. No."

".. Are you a boy?"

sigh "No."

"Oh.." The boy leaned down harder into their back, snuggling into their hair. They didn't smell like their mom's shampoo, they smelled like dirt after the first rain in a long time. "Can I still call you mom?"

(Reader) tried to recall if this had ever happened to them. Had there ever been a time that someone learned of their true nature, and still wanted to pretend like everything was fine? They remembered the last time someone figured out that (Reader) was a monster. The poor wife had snapped, months of little clues here and there had convinced her that her husband was not her husband, but no one would believe her. Not until she stabbed (Reader) in the chest, and the thing that looked like her husband did not die.

"Yes, you may." (Reader) didn't know why they were amusing the human like they were. But it felt very warm when he constricted his arms around their neck like a snake.

He smiled into their hair. Avery didn't know it, but he was just as confused as (Reader) was. "My name is Avery. Avery Jones. What's your name?"

The creature paused. They knew their name. It was the name of a human they took a long time ago. But they wouldn't tell that to this kid. That the only name they ever thought of as their own, was the name of a child who's life they stole, a child they lived as. It was the longest they pretended to be human. It felt nice. All those years ago. They couldn't remember now what that face looked like, nor why they were so attached to it, but they became (Reader).

"I am now your mother.. What is my name?"

"Luanne. Luanne Octavia Jones."

(Reader) mimicked a laugh, their smile equally as wide on their top lip as their bottom lip. "What a terrible name!"

"Oh..I'm sorry.." Avery tensed up.

"I think I'll prefer Mom."

They felt him relax again. The longer the two walked, the more intriguing the child became. (Reader) murdered his mother. They bit her head in half. They tore her apart, ripped off her limbs, and ate her while he hid not too far away. Perhaps he was in shock?

"Do you know what I am?"

Their eyes opened harder than what was physically possible. Why did they ask that?

Avery wiggled a little. "A hero? Like the Martian Manhunter?"

"What is that?"

"A cool hero from Mars! He helps Superman! And he can change into stuff!"

(Reader) could have scoffed. Them? A hero? But the situation was slowly starting to make sense. 'And so, I am a hero..'

His body was lighter than (Reader) remembered human children to be, and they wondered if it was normal. He wasn't much shorter than the average child, but his body was like a housecat's. "How old are you, Avery?"

"Six."

Older than I thought..

(Reader) carried the boy for well over two hours before another automated carriage passed by, slowing and pulling off towards the tree line behind them. Avery sleepily mumbled "It's the police.." as the monster halted their steps.

An officer stepped out, a younger man with hard eyes squinted in suspicion, and approached the two travelers.

"Is everything alright, ma'am?" His green eyes glanced down at their bare legs and dirty feet.

His question woke Avery up, as though he only just then remembered that his mom was not his real mother. "We were in an accident." The boy stuttered out.

"An accident?" The officer looked up the road briefly. "Are you two alright?"

"Ye-"

"Ma'am, where are your shoes?"

He interrupted (Reader), and they immediately considered killing him. But it was a good question. What were they supposed to say? A mostly naked woman had been found descending the mountain with a child on her back, was strange, most definitely concerning and possibly nefarious. Could he tell that under the long jacket they were nude?

Avery was panicking. They could feel his breathing hitch and hear his heart speed up. "We flipped our car! And- and-"

"I hit my head." They responded more monotonously than they intended. "I don't remember the accident, and I don't know why I took off my clothes." (Reader) reached up and ran their hand across the back of their head. Obscured by their hair and the angle, only Avery saw as one of their nails grew quickly, slicing open part of their scalp, just enough to get blood on their fingers.

The policeman's eyes relaxed their suspicious gaze when they brought their bloody hand out. However, it almost instantly bounced back. "Have you been drinking tonight?"

"No."

"Have you taken any illegal substances? Any medications you've been prescribed?"

The questions were aggravating (Reader). "No."

"Any medical issues I should know about?"

"She's bleeding!" Avery cried out.

"Alright, calm down. I'm going to bring you down to the station. Do you consent to a blood test?"

The police were.. interesting. Having been so many people, the creature was not dumb to the inequalities humans forced upon other humans. They remembered how one body would be treated very differently than another body, but even with having experienced it, if they saw a naked woman walking along the woods, injured, it felt natural that sympathy would have been expressed. Or at least, sympathy for her presumed husband. It didn't matter. Luanne had not fully finished digesting. If they wanted blood for a "blood test" (whatever that was), they could easily supply it. They just hoped that Avery's mother hadn't been drinking. Which was another interesting development. Had the humans made alcohol illegal again?

No matter how unfair this treatment was, (Reader) knew it would get Avery out of the cold sooner. And if things went sideways, they could easily kill this man.

"I do."

Avery was nearly hyperventilating and his grip had tightened like a vice. "Why are you being so mean?!" Tears started to bloom as his voice wobbled. "We had an accident! My mommy was bleeding and took off her clothes! She was just confused, and, and, and that's why she can't remember!"

The man went rigid, and was almost uncomfortable. "Would you like me to call an ambulance?"

"YES!" The boy cried out, shaking against (Reader's) spine like a small dog.

He eyed their legs once again. "Why don't you wait on the back seat, and I'll grab you a blanket?"

It didn't take long for another, larger and brighter colored vehicle to arrive, with people who were much more sympathetic than the officer. One of the men even seemed to be berating the officer while another person checked (Reader's) body for injuries.

"She seems to have a concussion, so I don't know why you would jump to drugs-"

"Look are what she's wearing-"

"-I watched a young man take off his shoes and hide them in a cabinet when he suffered a traumatic brain injury, okay? People do weird things when they're in pain-"

"Still I think-"

"-She should be going to a hospital. They'll test her for alcohol there, but her head is still bleeding, and she has no signs of intoxication other than 'her clothes' and her lack of memory, both of which can be explained by trauma."

The blue clad worker shined a light in (Reader's) eyes, which (Reader) manually dilated to resemble a human's natural response. They continued focusing on their heart rate and breathing, mimicking Avery's as he leaned against their shoulder. "I think it would be best if we take you to the hospital." The person with short hair smiled kindly.

"I just want to go home.. I can't remember anything that happened today, but my son is tired."

"Well.. I can't force you to go to the hospital, but I can call someone to come get you? And recommend that if your memory worsens, or if you feel confused, if you start throwing up, can't sleep, randomly pass out, or develop a fever, you go to an ER as your concussion could be something worse, like an internal brain bleed."

"Someone you could call..?"

"Dad's still at work." Avery whispered.

Ah. So I am married. This new information didn't sit well with (Reader). They had been married before, plenty of times actually; but what kind of man was he if his wife was like Luanne?

Overhearing this, the paramedic chastising the policeman volunteered his services on the officer's behalf. "If you don't have anyone you can call, Officer Delaney can drive you home. But I do suggest you let us take you to the hospital."

"Thank you." (Reader) could see the two men shudder as they smiled at the both of them. "But I'm really tired. And I just want to go home."

"Alright then.. don't hesitate to go to a hospital if your symptoms don't improve." The man shifted his eyes uncomfortably.

(Reader) returned to the police car, Avery securely tucked under their arms and on their hip. Their attempt at human expression had frightened both the medical professional and the officer. "I will."

The little boy held on to (Reader) more aggressively than he ever remembered holding onto his own mother.

It was peculiar.

Had (Reader) ever felt this way before? They had felt attachments before. Held and loved, but those feelings were easily thrown away whenever their hunger reared it's ugly head. But this wasn't the connection of a family loving someone they assumed (Reader) was.

This little boy was not clinging to Luanne Octavia Jones.

Avery was clinging to (Reader).

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Happy Mama Day

Summary: Touya and the kids surprise you for Mother's Day.

Contains: soft Touya, fluff, kids n sappy stuff

Pairing: Touya x f!reader

wc: 2.1k

Based on this idea.

Touya buried his face under a blanket when little hands slapped his cheek. A little girl's voice screamed at him excitedly to wake up. He opened his eyes slightly, sighing into the pillow when both his kids started jumping on the bed, singing, "Wake up! Wake up!"

"Daddy, Daddy, Keiko said it's Mama day today!" His son yelled, pulling the blanket off him.

"It's called Mother's Day, not Mama Day, Takeo." His daughter sassed, crossing her arms as if she knew some great secret her younger brother didn't.

"Stop jumping, Takeo. I'm up." Touya sighed, sitting up and running a hand through his snowy hair, disheveled from sleep. Takeo jumped into Touya's lap, making him let out an 'oomph.'

"Daddy, Keiko told me-" the three-year-old began. Sometimes, Toya was surprised by how fluently the child could speak since most three-year-old's he knew yapped in baby language. He talked to Rei about it, and she told him he used to be the same.

"Keiko-Nee." He corrected, his gaze shifting to his eldest. She excitedly crawled to him and sat on her knees excitedly. He ruffled her bright red hair and looked down at Takeo, "What did she tell you?"

"Keiko-Nee told me that her teacher told her it's Mama Day!" The boy exclaimed.

"Is it?" He hummed.

"Can we do something special for Mama when she gets back from work?" Keiko asked. "My teacher told me you can show your thanks to your mothers today! Let's do something special!"

"How do we show our thanks?" Takeo asked, tilting his head.

"We can make her cards and make her favorite food or buy her gifts!"

Takeo gasped and looked up at Touya with wide eyes, the same colour as yours, "Does that mean we can cook a cake?"

"Bake a cake," Touya threw the child over his shoulder and got off the bed, holding a hand out for Keiko. She took his hand and jumped off the bed, "Sure we can, but first you two need to eat breakfast, clean up your rooms, get ready for the day, do your homework and then we'll bake Mama a cake, okay?"

"It's not fair that I have homework and Takeo doesn't!" Keiko lamented, puffing her cheeks out.

"He does have homework. He has a colouring book to fill. Isn't that right, Taki?"

The three year old nodded his head even though he wasn't sure what 'homework' was. Touya took the kids downstairs and made them sit at the dining table. He went into the kitchen and put on the apron. He took out a few eggs and beat them up with milk and sugar. He dipped slices of bread inside the eggs and then fried them, keeping them a little soft because that's the way his babies liked it.

He took the plates out in the dining room, setting them in front of the kids, "Eat up."

"Thank you," the two chimed.

He sat across from Keiko and Takeo. He sighed when Takeo began breaking the bread into bits without putting them in his mouth. Touya quickly finished his breakfast and helped Takeo with his. After breakfast, the kids followed him upstairs so they could clean their bedrooms. Keiko was six, old enough to make her bed and tidy her room, but Takeo still needed help, given he was only three.

He folded Takeo's blanket and kept it in the crib while Takeo picked up the toys littered on the floor and dumped them in the toybox. Once Touya was done with Takeo's room, he went to Keiko's room, watching his daughter huff and puff as she folded her giant blanket all by herself. She turned to him after she was done, flexing her arms, "I did it by myself!"

"You did great, Keiko." He lowered his back with Takeo on his hip and kissed Keiko's hair. He took her hand and led the kids to the bathroom.

He put Takeo down, took Keiko's unicorn toothbrush, put a small amount of toothpaste on it and handed it to her. He then proceeded to put toothpaste on Takeo's smaller shark toothbrush. He gave him the toothbrush and watched him look up at his sister and try to imitate her. Touya smiled to himself and took his toothbrush hanging beside yours. He brushed his teeth along with his kids and then helped them wash their faces, making them giggle when he patted them dry.

"Cake time!" Keiko squealed, stomping downstairs with Takeo chanting 'cake' behind her.

"Homework first, you two." Touya reminded sternly.

"But I don't have school tomorrow. I can do it later!" Keiko whined, "And Taki's homework isn't even real homework! You just make him sit down and colour a bunch'a pages so you can watch soccer on the TV!"

Toya raised his eyebrows amusedly as Keiko tapped her foot on the floor impatiently. He let out a chuckle and turned to the kitchen, "Alright, alright. Just don't make a mess, okay?"

"Yes!!" She exclaimed, taking Takeo's hand and following after her father.

Touya helped Keiko and Takeo into little aprons and rummaged through the cabinets, looking for the cake mix he bought ages ago. It's not that he didn't know how to bake a cake from scratch, but with two kids involved, the kitchen was bound to get chaotic. He found a vanilla cake mix and took out a bowl and a hand beater, setting everything on the counter. He opened the flaps of the cake mix as the kids watched him excitedly. He took out a white coloured packet and cut it open with a pair of scissors.

"Can I put it in the bowl?" Keiko asked.

"Sure ya can. Come closer." He handed her the packet, and she carefully put the mix into the bowl. Keiko snatched the cake mix box and read the instructions, squinting her eyes as she tried to read the sentences.

"It says to... mix water, oil, 'n eggs with a mixer on... meedum...?"

"Medium," Toya corrected, encouraging her to go on.

"...speed or beat by hand for two minutes." She finished with a grin. Touya patted her hair and measured out the water and oil, which Takeo insisted he wanted to pour. Touya picked up Takeo so he could reach for the cups he had measured. He watched Takeo pick up the cup of oil in his chubby hands and empty it into the cake mix, followed by the water.

"You want to crack the egg?" Toya asked Keiko, smiling when she nodded excitedly. He showed her how to crack an egg and then handed her another one. She managed to crack the egg and let its contents fall into a bowl.

"Do we beat with an electric mixer or hand?" Keiko asked.

"Hand beater," Toya replied. He mixed the ingredients and then let Keiko take over for a little bit. Of course, Takeo didn't want to be left out and had to take a turn whipping the batter.

"And then we pop it in the oven," Touya transferred the batter into a cake pan and put it in the oven that had been preheating for some time.

"Daddy, while we wait, let's make Mama a birthday card!" Keiko exclaimed, pulling on his hand.

"I've got some cleaning up to do, Kei. You make one with your brother-"

"No! Don't you gotta wish Mom Happy Mother's Day too?" Keiko put her foot down and crossed her arms over her chest.

"Yes, let's make a mama card," Takeo added.

"Fine," Touya sighed, "Let's go make a mama card."

He sat on the floor in the living room with the kids. Keiko handed him and Takeo A4-size papers and let them use her sketch pens and colour pencils. She told him how to make a card, speaking as if she was giving away the world's darkest secret, "So, basically, you fold it in half like this, and then you write 'Happy Mother's Day' in fancy handwriting. You can make a drawing if you wanna, and then on the inside, you thank Mama for all she's done. Any questions?"

"No, ma'am, thank you." Dabi picked up a blue sketch pen and nudged Takeo, "Say thanks to your sister, Taki."

"Fanks."

Touya had never made cards for anyone before. Sure, he'd received plenty of sweet ones from you, but he never gave you one in return. He folded the paper in half and tried mustering up his fanciest handwriting, which turned out looking like a doctor's note. He picked up a red sketch pen and threw in a couple of hearts and smiley faces.

He moved on to the inside of the card, and that's where he got stuck. The green sketch pen hovered over the paper as he thought of what to put inside. He had so much he wanted to thank you for. Your love, your support and your kindness. The list went on and on. He glanced up from the paper to see Keiko beautifully decorating the card while Takeo went on a scribbling spree. He smiled softly at the kids and looked down at the paper. He knew just what to write.

You knocked on the door and yawned, bringing a hand to cover your mouth. It had been a long day at work, but you couldn't wait to greet your husband and kids and then spend some time together on the couch after dinner. You heard a few excited cries, and the door was thrown open.

"HAPPY MAMA DAY!!" Takeo screamed, hugging your leg.

"Happy Mother's Day!" Keiko exclaimed with a grin, hopping from foot to foot.

"Oh, my babies." You smiled and stepped inside, pulling them both in a hug. You kissed their cheeks and made them giggle. "Thank you so much."

"No, thank you for all you do, Mama! You're so cool!" Keiko beamed.

"So cool!" Takeo agreed.

"Okay, okay, let ya mama breathe." You looked up when you heard Touya's voice. His lips tugged up on the side in a smirk, "Hey. Happy Mama Day."

"Thank you," you laughed, kissing his cheek.

"We baked you a cake, and Papa made your favorite dinner!" Keiko exclaimed, "We also made you cards!"

"Mhm?" You took the card from Keiko and read through it with a stupid grin. You kissed her nose, "Aww, thank you, Kei. You're so sweet."

"Here is my mama card." Takeo waved his drawing in front of your face. You took it from him and gushed over the stick figures of him and you holding hands.

"It's lovely, thank you, Taki." You squished his cheeks together lovingly.

"Papa, where's your card?" Keiko asked.

"I didn't make any. What are you talking about?" Touya shrugged.

"Lies!"

Touya sheepishly revealed the hand in which he held the card. You got up from the floor and took the card, giggling at his messy handwriting adorned with hearts, flowers and smiley faces. It was so unlike him. You flipped it open and read it.

Happy Mama Day, wifey.

There's a lot I wish I could say to you more often, but putting it here feels easier. Thank you for all that you've done for me and our kids. Thank you for being by my side when nobody was and for holding my hand on sleepless nights and shooing away my nightmares. Thanks for dragging me out of my depressive episodes and taking me on ice cream dates. I'll never forget them. The ice cream was delicious, by the way.  

Thank you for birthing our beautiful children. I'm so lucky to have you by my side to raise our kids. You're my definition of a blessing in human form.

With love,

Your handsome husband,

Touya

(P.S. You have a nice butt)

Your hands quivered as you read the note. Your eyes blurred with hot tears. They fell onto the card, and he pulled you into him and kissed your temple. You wrapped your arms around him and buried your nose in his chest, feeling his warmth seep into your skin, "Thank you, Touya."

"My words hit ya that deep? Maybe I should be a poet." He chuckled, combing your hair with his fingers.

"There's nothin' poetic about it." You muffled into his chest. You pulled away and pressed a kiss on his lips. His hand went to rest on your lower back as he leaned into you.

You were aware of the kids watching, so you pulled away and glanced back to see Keiko pretending to be very interested in the door handle while Takeo tugged at his sister's sleeve. You chuckled and held an arm open, "Come here, Keiko, Takeo."

You scooped up Takeo while Touya picked up Keiko. You let your head rest against Touya's shoulder, your heart brimming with joy and contentment, "I love my little family."