#I'll probably do so later after a quick nap-

[nathaslosthershit]

Everyone's Favorite Uncle (TD!OP81)

(Part 6 of Teen Dad [Can be read on its own]) Summary: The 1st time Logan met the Piastri twins and the 3 other times he cemented himself as the favorite honorary uncle. Warnings: Mentions of the 'Tensions Rise' fight. But mostly a whole lot of fluff

1. First Meeting

At 3 months old, the twins hadn’t met anyone who wasn’t family, their parents being extra cautious about bringing them around new people. As expected, these first 3 months as parents had been far from easy for 19 year old Oscar and 18 year old Honey. Especially now that Frances, their daughter, had started teething earlier than usual. Being as it was a painful experience for the newborn, Frances had been non stop crying, causing her brother, Hudson, to cry in return. After days of minimal sleep, the house was a mess and so was everyone in it.

After weeks of asking, Oscar had finally let Logan come over to see the twins. Had he known what the state of his home would be at the time, he probably would have pushed back the visit even more, but Logan refused to let Oscar cancel for something as trivial as a messy house. But he was unprepared for just how messy the home he was entering was going to be.

Fortunately, when Logan had arrived, all seemed well in the house. The twins were awake and not crying, and Honey had gotten a quick power nap in while Oscar tried to clean up the living room. Logan had noticed the lack of energy his long time friend seemed to have when he entered but he had brushed it off as the first few months of fatherhood having drained his energy. They talked for a bit while Honey fed the kids in the other room, all seemed well until…

“Oscar, she is crying again and I just fed and changed her. She isn’t due for a nap either. God, I think it's her teeth again. Can you go get the teething ring? I think it's in the fridge.” Honey asked as she barged into the room, clearly stressed.

Oscar immediately got up to check the fridge while Honey offered a quick hello to Logan. After a few minutes of silence and Oscar making loud banging noises that only made Frances cry harder, he came back in, empty handed.

“It's not there, love. Could you have placed it somewhere else?” He asked, starting to panic as Frances’ cries got louder.

Logan felt awful watching this go down. He knew it wasn’t his fault but guilt ate away at him while he stood there, not knowing what to do.

“Crap, I don’t think I washed it. It may be next to the sink? I'll go wash it while you get the soothing gel. Um… Logan, can you hold her?” Even though Honey had phrased it like a question, Logan realized it was not as she shoved the baby in his hands. Thankfully he had held babies before so he wasn’t so helpless, but this pressure to not hurt the screaming child did make him shake a little.

Sitting down on the couch, he readjusted the baby in his arms, starting to sway her as if it was the most natural thing in the world. He watched as his two friends hurried off while he noticed Frances starting to quiet down. Minutes later when both parents barged in, they witnessed magic. Their previously fussy daughter was now cooing and giggling while in the arms of their long time friend. 

“How?” Honey asked, too shocked to get out a full sentence.

“I-I don’t know she just stopped crying and started staring at me.” Logan replied with the same amount of shock in his voice.

“You are a miracle worker.” Oscar said. At this, Logan looked up at the two teen parents, taking in their disheveled states. He would have laughed if it wasn’t so sad. 

An idea came to his head.

“You two go clean yourselves and rest a little, I’ll watch her. Maybe bring Hudson in so I can meet him as well.” Logan demanded. He wouldn’t have used such a commanding tone if he didn’t think they would fight him on this. As much as they needed the extra time to themselves, they were far too humble, maybe even stupid, to ask for help.

With a few quick ‘are you sure' and ‘you are a lifesaver’, the two parents slowly backed out of the room after bringing their son in.

They got two hours to shower and nap before it was time to take their kids back from Logan. 

The twins might have been too young to realize it at the time, but this was the moment he became everyone’s favorite uncle, especially Honey and Oscar’s.

2. First words

Ever since Logan had met the twins a year ago, he had frequented the Piastri household to see the family. It was Valentine's day and Logan, having no plans or someone to spend it with, had stepped up to offer to babysit so the two parents could get a break. While he was happy to watch the kids, he also had ulterior motives for visiting.

For the past few months, ever since the twins turned 1, Oscar had been stressing about how long it was taking them to say their first words. Honey was less stressed than her boyfriend, as she knew she took much longer than most kids to say her first words and ended up fine, but it was getting to the point where she started to get a little cautious. What they didn’t know was that for the past few months Logan had been trying to throw his name into the mix. While Oscar tried to sound out the word “Dada'', and Honey pushed “Mama”, Logan had secretly been trying to get them to saw “LoLo”. He had gotten a ‘Lo’ from Hudson so far but he still wasn’t satisfied. 

“Don’t worry, I have done this so many times already. Go out and have a reasonable amount of fun, two kids is enough for you both for now.” Logan joked as he started pushing Honey and Oscar out of their own house. He didn’t feel the need to sit through a 45 minute lecture he had been given far too many times already. 

Once they had left, Logan began his master plan. While he changed, fed, changed again, washed, and played with the twins, he kept repeating “LoLo” hoping they would finally bite and say it. Sadly though, there was nothing but the usual gibberish from the two.

He felt defeated as he opened the door to Oscar and Honey, who had clearly had a fun night as they came stumbling in. The kids were still up as they had napped late and Honey wanted to put them to bed once she got home.

“Thank you SO much Logan. You are a gift from God as usual.” Honey slurred as she went to change, leaving Oscar and Logan alone to talk.

As Logan packed up to head to his apartment, Oscar said hello to his kids. Just as he walked out the door, Logan heard a very clear and very distinct “LoLo” from behind him. As he turned around, he was met with Hudson reaching out to him and a completely stunned Oscar holding the one year old. 

Realizing he had been caught, Logan entered fight or flight mod.

“Logan, what have you done?” Oscar asked in a stern tone.

“Nothing”

“Logan, talk.” Oscar had really mastered the Dad voice, he realized. Logan was a 20 year old man, he didn’t need to explain shit, but he still crumpled as Oscar looked at him.

“For the past few months I have been trying to teach your children to say “LoLo”. They hadn’t said it yet, I swear, this was the first time.” He rambled as if he was a kid that had been found with his hand in the cookie jar.

Oscar mentally facepalmed at the confession. 

“Alright. Fine. I am mad but I will be even more upset if Honey finds out. Under no circumstances can she know that you did this, or that your name was her son’s first word. Got it?”

Without saying a word, Logan saluted the Australian in front of him and quickly left the household, shaking off the fear Oscar instilled in him but also thrilled he had been Hudson’s first word. 

3. Logan saves the day

Hudson and Frances had been sick for the past week due to a virus they had caught at a playdate. Sadly, as the three year olds got better, their parents got worse.

As Oscar and Honey tried to push through the day, they became miserable due to the fact they couldn’t shake this virus off and that it was a beautiful day out that their kids had to miss out on because their parents were stuck inside. But after both twins gave their best puppy dog eyes to their father, pleading to go out, Oscar had no choice but to call in reinforcements. 

45 minutes later, Logan had both twins in the backseat of his car as he drove to the nearest ice cream parlor.  

Two hours, some big scoops of ice cream, and one park visit later, Logan carried two sleeping toddlers in his arms as he reentered the Piastri home.

4. Distractions

(This takes place during Tensions Rise so if you haven’t read it yet, I would advise you do so)

Wanting to give Honey a moment to collect herself, Logan walked the twins to his driver’s room where he had a very comfortable couch he knew they would fall asleep fast on. He gave them water and tucked them under some extra blankets he had and right before he got up to leave he heard Frances speak up.

“Lolo, does daddy not love us?” the three year old girl asked.

“Franny, why would you think that? Of course he does.” Logan did not feel equipped to have this conversation and started to panic, wondering if he should call for Honey. 

But he knew she needed a bit of space.

“He didn’t have breakfast with us when he said he would and he made mommy cry outside when he didn’t come.” Hudson answered for his sister. 

Logan took a deep breath as he tried to come up with some kind of answer.

“Me and Osc- your dad’s jobs are hard and take up a lot of time. Sometimes things happen and plans change, but that doesn’t mean he loves you any less. Everytime he is traveling for work, he is always showing me pictures of you guys and telling stories. That is all he talks about!” Logan said, putting smiles on the two twin’s faces. “You know, when he and your mom found out they were having twins, I was one of the first people he told. We were teammates and he had such a big smile on his face during a team meeting that I forced him to tell me. Ever since then I knew he loved you both so much. Even if he hasn’t been around too much, I have no doubt he adores the two of you.”

With that, he gave the two kids a kiss on the forehead as he walked out of the room, hoping to cheer up their mother as much as he had helped them.

[majinbangus]

This is my first time asking for anything but I’m new to your blog so here it goes,

Will you write something (if you haven’t already) about reader telling soap she’s pregnant or having midnight cravings for something crazy 🥺 -🧚🏽‍♀️

ooh anon hello welcome to my blog! i've rambled about soap having twins before, so this is another chance to write more about them <3

"Johnny... Johnny..."

He wakes to you poking his arm in that gentle way you always do. Much sweeter than Ghost or the captain are whenever they wake him up for his turn on watch. Grunting, he rubs the sleep away from his face. He sits up yawning, "Did y' accidently pee the bed again?"

An enraged smack to his arm. "John!"

"Ach! What? It's happened before, hen, I'm not shaming you for pissing yourself."

"That was one time! And it was just a little leak!"

"Aye, 'just a little leak'. There's no need to be embarrassed, darlin', I know it's not your fault. Got two of my bairns growing inside you, after all."

Ever since you told him you were having twins he was so proud, he would not shut up about his 'strong swimmers'. He still finds ways to bring it up one way or another from time to time. It's both endearing and annoying.

"It was a little leak," You affirm one more time and quickly move on so he doesn't try to rebuttal, "and that's not what I woke you up for. Your bairns are craving spaghetti. And pickles. With ice cream."

"All of it mixed together?" Soap crinkles his nose at the thought, but he swings his legs over the edge of the bed to get up and make it for you despite the late hour.

"Yeah."

He chuckles, shaking his head in disbelief, and stands up. "They got weird tastes."

"They get it from you." You tease with a cheeky grin.

"Probably." Soap sends you a smile of his own. "You can take a nap while I make your weird craving. I'll wake you when it's done."

You settle back in bed, grabbing one of his pillows to cuddle. "Thank you, love."

He winks, walking out the door with one last tease, "And if you piss the bed again, I'll clean it up later."

"John!"

He snickers, making a quick escape to the kitchen. He'll make it up to you later. He knows how much you love his mouth.

[feralforfrank]

hi, hope you‘re doing alright!

can you write something for ghost, where he‘s too tired to remove his eyeblack and kinda passes out on the couch.

so the reader removes it gently for him without waking him and cuddles up with him on the couch :))

just fluffy + the morning after

thank youu !! i love ur work

simon riley x gn!reader

cw nothing, just fluff

note thank you for reading my stuff, anon!!! much much love to you! this kindaaaa got out of hand...

The apartment was empty when Ghost entered it. After taking off his boots and balaclava, he dragged his aching feet to the bathroom. The shower was quick, but much to his annoyance, the face paint was still smeared around his eyes and quick. He swore he'd scrub it off after a nap.

The apartment was empty when Ghost entered. He called your name once but decided you were gone for an errand. He wasn't supposed to be back until Friday but was exhausted and had leave days to spare. Simon took off his boots and balaclava, inhaling the sweet scent of vanilla from the discarded pile of freshly washed clothes on the basket. 

I'll hang them up later, he promised.

Simon took his clothes off, stepping in the warm water hurriedly. He quickly got out and dressed, for his eyes were drooping, and he was fighting for his life to stay awake. One look in the mirror made him groan. The smeared black paint had stayed intact around his eyes and cheeks.

I'll scrub it off later, he promised again.

He plopped on the couch, his eyes shutting and his fingers brushing away stray hair. He'd just rest his eyes for a while, so he won't look like a ghost when you return. That's what he said to himself. And then he slipped into a much-needed nap.

When you return, you almost have a heart attack. It takes your brain a moment to recognise the hunk of a man snoring on your living room couch. You chuckle when the distinct heavy snore escapes his parted lips.

You approach him, contemplating waking him up. The excitement of his return was about to make you explode, but you knew he was dead tired. You decided to let him sleep and wake him up when dinner would be ready. 

You're about to walk away when Simon moves his arm from his eyes. You furrow your brows at the black paint staining his skin. He was probably too tired to scrub it off. It looks itchy and uncomfortable. So, before prepping dinner, you wipe it off for him. The process was quick, and you were as gentle as possible so you wouldn't wake him up. You ended up putting your night hydrating cream on his face so Simon would feel comfortable and fresh when he would wake up.

By the time his face is clean, the towel you've used and your fingers are black, and your eyes are drooping. You were surprised it had taken this much energy out of you, but between trying not to wake him up and your own exhaustion, it made sense.

You contemplated your options. The pile of clothes on the basket called for you to hang them, but your couch and the sleeping beauty of a boyfriend looked much more appealing. I'll just rest my eyes for a bit.

And so it was decided. You sped to your room, switching to your (Simon's) sleep shirt and climbed the tree you called your boyfriend like a koala. Simon shifted and whined but welcomed your weight, wrapping a bicep around you to keep you steady. You smiled and shut your eyes, snuggling closer to him. It wasn't long before you fell asleep.

Simon woke up sneezing. Strands of hair tickled his entire face. His right arm was numb from having squished it between himself and the couch. His face felt...clean. He rubbed his face, realising the face paint was gone. Instead his skin felt like yours when you put that expensive moisturising cream. 

He cast his eyes down, a smile overtaking his features. You clung to his body, a leg hanging off the couch. Simon knew your shoulders would hurt from the weird position you slept in. He looked around. The only light source was the rising sun and the small light you kept on in the kitchen at all times. If he had to guess, from the pretty pink colour the sky was, in a few minutes, the sunrise would be seen from the roof of your building.

"Wake up, lovie." You groan. "Let's go watch the sunrise."

"Simon, what the fuck are you on about?" Your voice is bearly audible from where you've buried your face. "Let me sleep. I'm tired, Si."

He shakes his shoulder, pushing your face away and causing you to groan again, still half-asleep. "Don't you wanna watch the sunrise w'me?"

You don't speak for a few seconds, pondering if you should just go back to sleep. But his tone is pleading, and he sounds so cute.

"Ugh, okay." You drag yourself away from the heat of his own, a small smile on your face.

Simon smiles, touching his cheeks. "Did you clean my face, love?"

You nod, snorting. "Zero reflexes. You didn't even move. Military trained, my ass."

"Oi!" he faked insult. "I was jus' tired!"

You leaned to kiss him. "Sure, baby. Just grab a hoodie, might be chilly out."

He obliges, sulking in the process. "You laughing at me, love?"

You gasp, unlocking the door. Simon hands you the hoodie. "Me? Never!" You open the door and turn to him, pointing to the corner of his lip. "You have drool right here." 

"What?!" 

You're out of the door, before he can catch you, trying to stiffle your giggles at his stunned expression as you run up the stairs toward the roof. Simon doesn't hesitate to follow you, the smile on his face widening.

[roosterforme]

The Younger Kind Part 2 | Rooster x Reader

Summary: You aren't surprised when Bradley asks you to babysit Noah so he can go out. But it throws you for a loop when he comes home from his date early and gets a little flirtatious with you instead. 

Warnings: Angst, swearing, fluff, and age gap (eventually 18+)

Length: 3300 words

Pairing: Single dad!Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x babysitter!female reader

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You weren't too surprised to get a text from Bradley a few days later asking if you could watch Noah on Saturday afternoon for an hour or two. But as you read the message, your mind drifted again, as it had been doing since you met him.

Bradley was so attractive. Like honestly one of the best looking men you had ever seen in person. It was everything: the way he looked, his big hands, his voice, his mustache, how much he loved his son. 

When you ran into Penny yesterday, you told her that you'd met the boys, and that you really clicked with Noah right away. She seemed happy that you would be watching Noah for Bradley occasionally. 

She also told you that Bradley was getting back into the dating scene, and that's why he needed someone to watch Noah in the first place. How someone as good looking as Bradley Bradshaw ever managed to fall out of the dating scene was beyond your comprehension. 

He would probably be a gentleman on a date. Pay for everything, open doors, lace his fingers through yours, maybe even kiss your cheek. You could imagine him waiting until the third or fourth date to invite you back to his place. Then he'd probably rock your socks off with his huge hands, amongst other things. 

Oh, you felt a little warmer every time you thought about him. At least you'd barely see him when you were at his house. Just a quick hello when you got there, and then a quick goodbye when you left. You'd get to spend most of your time coloring dinosaurs and building castles with Noah. And that was just fine with you. 

You agreed to be there at noon on Saturday. Noah usually went down for a nap after he ate lunch, and Bradley didn't want him to start his nap before you got there, and then potentially be confused about why you were there instead of his dad. You packed up a bag of snacks and a few things to read for your classes. Then you pulled on some leggings and a tank top and headed out. 

You hoped Bradley had a coffee maker. Shit, you should have asked him if it was okay to use the stuff in his kitchen. Should you be bringing your own coffee with you? You'd find out all of this information and be better prepared for the next time. There was absolutely no time for you to stop for coffee now.

You parked in the driveway next to his cool Ford Bronco, grabbed your stuff and knocked on the door. When Bradley answered the door, he had Noah in his arms, and you smiled at both of them as they smiled at you.

"Come on in," Bradley told you, pushing the door open wider. "We just finished lunch, and someone is getting sleepy."

You watched Noah yawn and then promptly tell his dad that he wasn't tired at all. 

"Maybe we can play blocks or color before you take a teeny tiny little nap? I brought you another coloring book," you said, rummaging in your bag. "This one is safari animals."

"Okay," Noah agreed with another yawn, and you led him into the kitchen. 

You could feel Bradley's eyes on you as you turned to look at him over your shoulder. His eyes flicked up to meet yours. "You don't have to stay. I've got him," you promised, but Bradley followed you into the kitchen.

"If I leave now, I'll get there too early," he said, pouring a mug of coffee. "Want some?"

"I'd love some," you sighed, and he met your eyes with curiosity. 

He got a second mug out of the cabinet that said Top Gun, Top Dad and handed it to you. You laughed, and he grinned at you. "There's sugar in the cabinet, and I've got milk and fancy hazelnut creamer. Please don't judge me."

"I love fancy creamers," you promised, opening the refrigerator and pouring a healthy amount into your coffee. Other than that and the milk, the refrigerator was pretty empty. 

"I realize there's basically nothing to eat here, but if you see it and you want it, by all means, help yourself," he told you before sipping his coffee. "What's your favorite flavor of coffee creamer? I'll buy it next time so it's here for you."

"French vanilla. And thanks," you said, meeting his gaze again. His hands were so big, they dwarfed his oversized mug, and his eyes were the exact shade of your favorite iced macchiato from Starbucks. 

You quickly turned away from him to sit next to Noah, and you helped him color a zebra orange and green. 

Out of the corner of your eye, you watched Bradley fidget with the dishwasher and then finish his coffee before messing around with the stove burners. When he turned back to face you, he caught you looking at him.

"I'm just nervous," he muttered, huffing out a laugh. "I'll get going. Get out of your hair."

He kissed Noah on the top of his head and promised you he'd be back in about two hours. "No rush," you replied with a smile. "I'll put this little guy down for a nap soon, so really, take your time. Enjoy your date."

Bradley paused and looked at you with surprise. "How did you know I'm going on a date?"

"Oh," you said, suddenly afraid you had overstepped. "Well, Penny told me you were starting to date again. I didn't pry for more information though. Promise." 

But he just shrugged and ran his fingers across his lips and mustache. "It's okay. I just haven't been on a date in years. And right now.... I am dreading this," he said with a laugh, his eyes silently pleading with you. 

You nodded and handed a purple crayon to Noah. "Yeah, well, at least you're not going out with a twenty three year old guy," you told him. "At least I don't think you are?" you asked, giving him side eye.

He barked out a laugh that made you feel fuzzy inside. "Worse. I'm going out with a woman in her thirties who probably expects me to have my life together. As soon as I mention him," Bradley said, nodding at Noah, "it will in all likelihood result in a zero percent chance at a second date."

You scoffed. "Well, then at least you'd know up front that she's an idiot." You watched his eyes widen as he smiled. "Sorry. That was mean. I'm sure you must like her if you're going out to lunch with her."

"No, no. You're not wrong. And I barely know her. Plus she's a coworker. We're just getting coffee."

You looked him up and down, noting the nice fit of his gray chinos and fitted black shirt. "Well, you look really nice. If all else fails, you can probably just flirt with a barista and score a free drink." 

He laughed again, but this time it was accompanied by a pink flush to his cheeks. Were you seriously making this huge, sexy man blush. Your heart was absolutely racing now as you absentmindedly colored a hyena. Bradley was running one large hand along the back of his neck and reaching into his pocket. 

"Here, I made you a key for the front door," he said, handing it to you. His fingers felt warm and sturdy as they grazed your palm, and you just looked up at him for a few seconds. "There's always cash behind the TV if you need it. I'll leave my phone on if you need anything else."

"Sounds good. Try to have fun." You watched him nod and kiss Noah one more time before he left. But as soon as Bradley was gone, the house felt too big and too quiet as you sat in the kitchen.

Noah was absorbed in the coloring book, but he was also clearly sleepy. When you eventually suggested he just lay in his bed while you sang a song about going on a safari, he agreed. And soon he was fast asleep. 

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Bradley didn't know how to do this. Grace was really pretty, but talking to her was tedious. She was his age, but she seemed immature. She was smart, but she didn't seem to understand his humor. 

For every positive, there was at least one negative, and he just couldn't see how there would possibly be a second date. 

"You know, Rooster," she said smiling at him across the table, "I'll only be down from Lemoore for the month. If you want to just make this casual, I wouldn't mind that at all."

So she just wanted to hook up with him. He could probably handle hooking up. He'd done it in the past with no problems. But then why was he even sitting in a coffee shop, trying to find someone who could love him and his son? He was actually lonely, and he was getting too old for this shit. 

"Rebel... I'm not really into that anymore. I'm looking for someone who wants to meet my son and spend time around him, too."

"Oh," she said, clearly startled. "You have a kid."

"I have a kid," he confirmed. "Noah is three years old. Almost four."

She leaned away from him. "I didn't know that."

He just shrugged and played with his empty cup. 

"Well, the hookup offer still stands. You can call me if you change your mind."

And then she was gone, and Bradley was sitting at the table alone. He checked the time. He'd barely been gone for an hour. He could just go back home to Noah. And you. Maybe just hang out for the rest of the afternoon. That really didn't sound half bad to him as he stood up and got in line again. 

Once he had the to-go cup in his hand, he made his way back to his Bronco and drove home. He parked next to your car in his driveway and carried the cup with his name scrawled across it into his house.

He closed the front door quietly behind him and followed the sound of soft music coming from the kitchen. Noah must still be sleeping if you were listening to something so softly. He paused in the doorway; you were reading what looked like a textbook at his kitchen table and eating one Skittle at a time. He watched your fingers dip into the bag of candy and raise a purple one to your mouth. Your fingernails were painted blue. You had on that same lipgloss you were wearing the other day. And you were singing along to a song that he just so happened to love. 

"How do you know this song?" he asked, and you jumped out of your chair with your hand over your heart. "Shit, I didn't mean to scare you." He took a step closer to you as you tipped your head back and sighed.

"I didn't hear you come in!" you said, pressing your glossy lips together and looking at him. "You were barely gone an hour."

He took a step closer to you, inhaling that wildflower scent that had taken over his kitchen. "Yeah... turns out my date was kind of an idiot."

Your eyes went a little wide. "She had a problem with Noah?"

Bradley shrugged. "Figured this whole dating thing would turn into a fiasco. Just didn't know it would happen so soon. Here, this is for you."

You eyed the cup in his hand, a confused look on your face. "For me?"

"Yeah. It's French vanilla. I flirted with the barista until they threw it at me in self defense. You were right, worked like a charm," he said, and you took the cup from him as your face softened while you laughed.

"Told ya," you whispered, looking up at him with such innocent eyes. Oh god, that feeling was back again. He didn't want to stop looking at you. You understood his humor, and you weren't boring to talk to. But worst of all, Bradley really liked the way your body looked.

He cleared his throat as you sipped the coffee and smiled. "You didn't tell me how you know this song."

"Everyone knows this song."

He shook his head. "Nobody knows this song. I love this song, and nobody ever knows what it is. It came out when I was a kid, way way way before you were born."

You giggled and said, "You're not that old. You couldn't be."

"Guess," he said with narrowed eyes. 

"You want me to guess how old you are?" you asked, licking your lips. "What's in it for me? Because if I guess too young, you'll laugh at me. And if I guess too old, you'll be mad at me."

He shook his head. "Promise I won't laugh or get mad."

You bit your lip. "Thirty-three?"

He pointed up with index finger. 

"Thirty-five?"

He pointed up again, and you looked surprised. 

"You're older than thirty-five?"

"I'm thirty-six."

"You look younger than your age," you told him, picking up your coffee for another sip. You seemed to like the drink. He would probably get you one next time too. 

"You look younger than your age, too," he said before he could consider his words. He already felt borderline inappropriate for looking at you so much, and saying you looked young would probably just make it worse. But he couldn't help himself. Your leggings were tight. Your tank top was his favorite color, and your skin looked so soft.

But you just smirked at him when he finally met your eyes again. "I look young? Then I guess it's a good thing I'm not younger. Or else you might be getting in trouble for where you're looking."

Bradley froze in place, lips parted and cheeks rapidly heating up. "Shit," he gasped, turning away from you. "I'm sorry."

"It's okay," you said quickly. "I was just messing with you."

"No," he said, swallowing hard as he headed for the hallway. Oh, he was so fucking embarrassed. He was twelve years older than you. He had clearly been checking you out. You were the babysitter. "I'll go check on Noah."

Bradley made a beeline down the hallway to Noah's room. When he peeked in, he saw his son's brown eyes starting to peek open. "You awake, bub?

Noah just nodded and reached for Bradley to scoop him up. He held onto Noah's warm little body and gave him a few kisses, carrying him to the kitchen to get a snack.

You were still there, packing your books up into your bag. "Hey, Noah. Did you have a good nap?" you asked, stroking his cheek and making Bradley's insides melt. "He really is such a sweet kid. We had fun right?"

"Yeah, we colored and read a book about the muffin man," Noah said. "Can I have the snack you made?"

"Of course," you told him, and Bradley watched you open the refrigerator and pull out a plate of carrot sticks with peanut butter and raisins on top. "There you go. Ants on a log."

Bradley set Noah down on one of the kitchen chairs and watched him eat the healthy snack you made. Now that Bradley looked around, he noticed you had cleaned up a bit. 

He cleared his throat and forced himself to meet your eyes. At least you didn't look upset with him. "You didn't have to clean up in here."

"I don't mind. You're already paying me more per hour than I make at my work study," you replied, ruffling Noah's hair with your fingers. "I'm gonna go, kiddo. Maybe I'll see you again soon?"

Noah hugged you around the middle, and Bradley realized he was going to have to go on another date in order to get you to come over and watch Noah again. It didn't seem like a possibility to just invite you over to hang out with the two of them.

You picked up your things and headed for the living room. "I realize you're probably not going on a second date with her, but let me know if you need me again?"

"I will," he replied, taking one more good look at your lips. 

"Thanks for flirting so hard that the barista made you my favorite kind of coffee," you told him with a smile. "Bye, Noah. Bye, Bradley."

As soon as you were gone, Bradley was eating an ant on a log and scrambling to open the dating app on his phone. He'd line up a date right this minute if it meant getting you to come over to his house again. 

Then he froze as his fingers hovered over the photo of a woman who's entire bio was dedicated to her seven cats. He wasn't suddenly interested in you for any other reason than the fact that he'd had a shitty date and he was craving attention from a woman. He really just needed to connect with someone his own age and then get laid. 

You weren't anything special. And you were way too young anyway. You just happened to be the only one who had really looked at him and joked with him in such a long time. No wonder he felt all mixed up. 

He'd find a date on the app for real. Not just to get you to come over again. 

"Let's go play outside," Bradley told Noah after he finished messaging three different women.

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You had two problems. The first one was the fact that you had so much fun with Noah, you wanted to babysit him again. But Bradley hadn't texted you back in the last few days and asked if you were available. 

Your second problem was the fact that you actually had a gigantic crush on Bradley and wanted to see him again, too. Even if it meant he only needed you to sit with Noah because he had another date. 

He had been checking you out. You were so sure of it. He was so flustered. It all made you feel silly inside. But Bradley was really funny and witty, and you really enjoyed being around him. 

And how flattering, a thirty six year old man softly flirting with you in his kitchen. 

Every time your phone went off, you checked to see if it was Bradley. But it never was. It was always Greyson trying to get you to drive out to his place and hookup. It was Thursday evening, and you were just bored enough to take him up on the offer. You were in the middle of texting him back when you got a message from Bradley. 

Bradley Bradshaw: Any chance you can come over again tomorrow night?

That meant he had another date. Unsurprising. The man was hot, funny, and liked good music.

What time do you want me? I can be there around 5 at the earliest.

You texted Grey back and told him you'd stop over in a bit. You started tossing some things into an overnight bag, along with your books for class the next day, just in case you fell asleep there.

Bradley Bradshaw: Come at 6? I'll have dinner ready for you if you want to eat here.

You replied to Bradley with a simple thumbs up, letting him know you would be there tomorrow. Then you sighed and walked out to your car, making the drive to Greyson's apartment. 

As you watched him drink and play MLB The Show, ignoring you despite having asked you to come, you couldn't help but think about how your semi-employer treated you better than your on-again off-again hookup did. But you ended up passing out on his couch for the night after a few minutes of making out, because you knew nothing would ever happen with Bradley, no matter how much the idea enticed you. 

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She had equally flattering first impressions of Bradley...and now she has a crush. Enjoy your Daddy Rooster and babysitter fic @beyondthesefourwalls

PART 3

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[fic-heaven]

But you belong to me. (Graves x reader)

He was so annoying... And yet you craved his annoyance.

(graves never betrayed the 141 in here)

.

A whistle startles you when you were returning from the city to Alejandro's base, said man gives you a knowing look with a very noticeable hint of annoyance before he scapes with Rudy and you flip him the bird for leaving you behind to deal with-

"Lookin' good, gorgeous. I like tha' dress. It suits." Graves.

"Nice eye, American boy. Who are you? The fashion police? Here to admire my wardrobe?" You ask still a little confused as to how he spawned right next to you. Jesus, you'll have to burn this dress later... And apologize to Ale, he was the one who gifted it to you when he helped you pick something to impress a certain someone.

"Could be." Graves winks following your hurried steps with a small trot.

"Not with that haircut you ain'."

"You'll realize ma' hair won't matter much once I get to take off that pretty dress of yours and show ya what I've got in store."

You scoff and chuckle astonished. The Shadow commander never seemed to give up on his constant flirts, getting bolder and bolder with the passing time. Your banters with Graves have been quite frequent and very, very awkward. As much as you try to light them up with your wit, he screws it all with his broken humour and poor flirts which ends up in you feeling uncomfortable and your sass levels to increase but it never seemed to scare him off, it only tempted him further. You see, when you all were forced to collaborate with Shadow Company to track the missiles and Hassan in Las Almas you didn't think much of it, you'd stick to your thing and that was it. But the bad side of being and feeling attractive is that sometimes instead of gaining the attention of your crush, you'd end up having Phillip Graves licking your ass every opportunity he got seemingly enchanted with everything you pulled when you were trying to flirt with another different man.

That man being Soap frickin' Mactavish, the oblivious Scotchman. You could strip naked right in front of him tying your waist in a little bow like a wrapped gift and he'd pay more attention to the bow than your bare body. That sexy fool...

"I ain't got no time for this, dear. I'm tired. Mommy needs her beauty nap before we head to El Sin Nombre's mansion or wherever the hell he's hiding later tonight."

"I could accompany you. You know, warm the covers for ya before we-"

"I'll pass. But thanks! Ask Soap if he'd be interested in doing so instead, yes?" You smile to later grimace before going to the barracks leaving Graves behind laughing bitterly. How the hell could you make him take you seriously? That man had less brain than a sack of potatoes.

______

Perhaps you also had less brain than a sack of potatoes.

There was a very noticeable shift in the air when you went working solo with Soap at Diego's mansion. And it begun after you two bantered with one another and your team had finally managed to trap Valeria. Soap was characteristically oblivious of your flirting, and there was one certain pick-up line you said that was so clear of your intentions it made Valeria, who was handcuffed to the other side of the Heli scoff in disbelief, the other men chuckled lowly amused by your bold flirt.

For the first time in all the months you spent trying and failing at wooing Johnny, you felt pure embarrassment. Suddenly your team's laughs felt like they were mocking you, Soap seemed to be playing oblivious on purpose probably irritated by your futile attempts, and the weight of Graves' eyes made you shiver a bit, now you understood Phillip all those times he spent trying to court you only to end up being the butt of the joke.

Ghost was quick to notice your discomfort and with an authoritative bark he shut the other men up quickly before he gave you a knowing look you returned with a tight-lipped smile and a single nod. You all were quiet then, which took you by surprise because normally Graves wouldn't waste a minute trying to shift the attention you gave Soap to him, but this time he stayed quiet stealing a glance or two you way from Valeria's side, as if the blonde was giving you time to digest the discomfort and finally realize that perhaps Soap simply wasn't interested in you.

And fuck did it sting.

During the interrogation you remained professional trying to move on from the previous very awkward situation. Alejandro's temper tantrum and Phillip's sass helped you focus on the tied woman you were all supposed to squeeze information out of, the embarrassment was still burning your insides so you didn't comment much leaving the boys to their thing.

Soon enough, when the interrogation finished, you were approached by an smiling Phillip. He was content with how fast the interrogation had gone but you could feel his worry in the way he softly called out to you.

"You have a way with words." You said casually trying to halt him from making the question that almost fell from his lips. He obviously came to ask if you were okay and you weren't ready to answer that because frankly you didn't know for certain. Graves' fingers graced your forearm, you were wearing short sleeves at that moment so the gentle touch made your skin erupt in goosebumps, his face was sickenly soft as if he was approaching a wounded kitten until he broke it with a crocked smile and a little chuckle.

"Made her talk real quick. I'm an expert when it comes to interrogations, but that's only one of many skills as you'll come to know."

"Maybe she wanted to get it over with so she wouldn't catch more of your smelly breath." You picked on him with a playful smile of your own pinching his arm back before you crossed your arms on your chest.

"Were you jealous I was standing so close?" He bit stepping a little closer, both hands now tucked under his vest giving you this seductive look you were so familiar with.

"Should I? After all, I know you'll come right to me whenever you're done playing." Graves' brows quirked a bit in surprise. You were teasing him back, this was new.

But... Were you doing it because Soap had let you down yet again and you wanted to use him as a way of revenge trying to make your crush jealous?

Phillip moved his head to the side spotting Ghost roughly yanking Soap by the arm and walking away with him while bombarding his eardrum with whispered snarls, men stalking to the opposite hall you two were in. Phillip then looked back at you, your eyes were still on him, amusement written all over them. Now that Soap has left the scene would you drop the act if he pressed you a bit?

Graves launched forwards, his arms trapping you against the wall with a type of dominance that could only belong to a possessive commander. The huff you let out when your back hit the wall and the way your eyes widened in surprise as your palms shot to his chest so he wouldn't crush you made the blonde's smirk widen.

"You look adorable denying my advances, teasing me by staring at other men and fluttering those gorgeous lashes pretending you are not into me, (y/n). Lucky you, I'm not dumb." He whispers, his voice a growl of clear desire.

"What-..." Your voice failed you intoxicated by the delicious smell of Graves' minty breath. It seems you were in the wrong.

"I've got a darn good taste in women. Do you?"

He left you perplexed then. His back was to you when you were able to break out of your stupor. Graves just questioned your taste in men, what a joke.

But was he right, though?

______

The next time Graves tried to pull a move on you, Ghost, Soap, him and you were detonating a missile in the middle of the gulf of Mexico, the turbulent waters showed some mercy on Alejandro and the other shadows when they evacuated the zone of impact, the gigantic missile blew the oil rig and with it, one of Hassan's deathly weapons of mass destruction.

You couldn't remember how it went exactly, but in an instant Ghost was behaving strangely, taking the mercenary by the shoulder and guiding him somewhere else as Johnny approached your side near the big window that overlooked the chaos.

"I've seen plenty of explosions. But never like this one..." The Scott said softly under his breath like he was contemplating an spectacle of beautiful fireworks.

Somehow you weren't in the right mind and you simply hummed feeling distracted as hell. You'd excuse it as if you were simply worried about Alejandro and the other shadows but the truth was clear when your eyes went from Soap to Phillip. The last interaction you had with the commander had made your brain explode with a thousand new thoughts and none of them were about Soap.

The blonde was shaking Ghost's hand eagerly with a delighted face, he seemed satisfied with how the mission went. These Americans and their love for explosions...

"Y' alright, lass?" Soap called startling you.

"Sorry, what was the question-?"

Johnny brushed his mohawk back with a charming chuckle, you smiled at the sound of his sweet laugh but... You still felt very distracted. It was when Graves' blue eyes met yours from Ghost's shoulder that you felt something warm on your stomach before the tall Brit blocked both your line of view.

"Say, what if we all go find the others? I wanna see if Ale shat himself during the explosion, poor man must have lost a few more inches of hairline with the stress." The men laughed at this bumping fists and patting shoulders with one another, a short celebration for the successful mission. General Sheppard congratulated all of you individually in the comms and after thanking the general, Graves walked up to you while all of you were walking to the boats, Soap pressed to your side hugging your waist with one heavy arm as he looked at Graves as if whatever he was about to say was also directed to him. Normally you'd silently fangirl on the spot but right now the Sargeant's touch felt slightly suffocating. As usual, Graves never showed any care for Johnny's presence when it came to bantering and flirting with you.

"Nicely done, sarge. Next time we work together, remind me to send ya an application, you'd look great in black."

"You offering me a spot at your company, mister Graves?"

"More like a spot right by my side. I could use a very loyal shadow watchin' my back. Y'never know, right?"

"I think you have plenty of those under your command." You smirked waving a hand around you three, some Shadows who passed by chirped a "yep yep!" Instantly making Graves puff up his chest with pride, your sassy smirk melted into a sweet smile at his reaction. You knew Phillip was faker than Price's favorite Nike's, but the love he had for his Shadows was clearly real and honest.

Was his attraction to you just as honest? You asked yourself.

The American replied to you instantly making Soap stiffen. "You'd make a great Shadow, love. You'll never change ma' mind on that."

"And what makes you think I'd be so loyal to you, Ken doll?" You teased. Johnny was baffled on the spot but knew better than to say shit.

The way Phillip looks at you says it all. The bastard knows he lives rent free in your head, and sadly you just realized this now, just when Soap seemed to be reciprocating your advances you stuttered. Grey eyes under dark brows faded in your mind, orbes changing to a color blue under dark blonde brows. The weight of the American's eyes felt more intoxicating than Soap's.

"Yeah, we gotta go. Lt will lose his shit if we keep him waitin' any longer, right (y/n)?" Soap said in warning patting your shoulder.

But he was met by your silence, your eyes were firmly planted on Graves' as if leveling him, he didn't waver either. The bastard only broke eye contact to shoot Soap a smug look, he then turned back and joined a small group of shadows who awaited him on his boat but not before winking your way.

Fucking Graves...

_______

You all left after Hassan. Trying to corner the rat on the spot before he blew the whole country to the ground was hard, specially when Phillip aided you with a bunch of shadows seeking to trap general Shepard and luckily press charges of his traitorous intentions when he forced the commander to order his men to betray you.

You had missed Graves for the whole mission and it was taking a toll on your senses making you clumsy and risky. You suffered many close-calls until Hassan attacked Gaz, Soap, Price and you along with some of your men and neutralizing the little group of shadows you had left working by your side, the Iranian had wounded the captain and you while poor Garrick did his best to pull all of you out of harm's way. Soap went after him and not so long after you all received Ghost's call that Hassan was dead.

Hurrah.

"Hurrah." You huffed out drinking your tequila in one gulp. The whole gang was tired to their bones and weakly cheered drinking their own glasses. But then out of nowhere a voice you all knew too well broke your comfortable silence.

"He-hey!! Look at the gang enjoying a celebratory drink after a job well-done!"

None of you said a word, too exhausted to even look at the approaching commander who cheerfully perched himself near your stool.

"I'll let ya have this round under ma' count and forgive ya for not inviting me this once but only because I'm in a pretty good mood."

The captain sighed. "Shepard?"

"Laswell's dealing with the preparations. Soon enough that ol' bastard won't bug us no more."

That seemed to take a huge weight on all your shoulders, your team's faces changed in an instant, they seemed much more relaxed than before.

"Now there's only one thing to deal with." You heard Graves whisper behind your ear.

"The day you get more annoying I'll shove my knives so far up your ass you'll be shittin' blades for weeks." Maybe it sounded more rude than you intended but right now you couldn't indulge him on his charming shit.

"My good you are sweet. Mind if I call ya sugar pop? Or perhaps pumpkin is more fittin', what do ya think, love?"

"You can call me whatever you want but do not call me later for dinner."

"Even if that implies my infamous Texan-style ribs? I'll even serve em' with sweet potatoes. Have y' ever had sweet 'tatoes, pumpkin?"

Your brows could have very well reached your hairline, eyes wide in surprise, you pursed your lips and tilted your head slightly at the idea of trying such dish. After what happened with Hassan, the plan of eating a whole pig with the commander sounded too good to refuse.

"Are they just like normal potatoes but sweet?"

"I'll take that as a yes!" Graves laughs soundly pointing a finger to your very expressive face.

You groan rubbing one eye with your open palm. "Fine, fine. But only for dinner. Don't get too excited."

"Sure, love. One meal and I'll drive ya home like a gentleman."

"Youuuuu got it."

______

One fucking hour later at Graves' provisional apartment. He had pinned you under him on his comfy couch as the TV lowly played a mix of soothing music from YouTube that Graves had prepared for the occasion.

"Fuck you taste so sweet..."

"Maybe's cuz you didn't let me wash my mouth after the whole-ass dinosaur of a pig we has just eaten."

"The bbq sauce and the sweet potatoes are one thing, your tongue is just fucking addictive. Worse than nicotine I might add..." He sensually said before nipping your chin gently eager to attack your lips once again.

The way Graves kisses your mouth as if he was a man starved steals your breath away, his hot muscle swipes every corner of your mouth turning sloppy and if it wasn't because of how hot this man was and how amazing he has been treating you for this whole night, you'd say gross. And yet you look up at him, how his blue irises twinkle with desire, his reddened lips shine with all the saliva he was able to steal from you, and you feel so content. Like this was meant to be.

You broke the kiss panting, both hands pushing his chest back slightly to catch your breath from how sticky he has gotten ever since the first small peck.

"Fucking hell, Lip... You kiss like a middle schooler."

"Keep that up. You have no idea how hard you make me with your insults, woman..."

"Lil' bit of a masochist ain't ya?"

"Only for you, pumpkin..."

Yes, you do have good taste in men.

_______

"When your ma and I first met she was obsessed with me."

"Obsessed!? I was after another totally different guy!"

Your son laughed baffled at this new information shaking his head in disbelief making his dirty blonde hair sparkle under the rays of sunlight from the nearby window. With ten years of age, little Dominic was asking for more and more stories about how you and your husband met, eager to brag in class about the cool adventures you two shared with him. It was tradition. Every third of January Graves and you would sit Dom at the couch to grace him with a new cool story of the old days and reminisce on how you two met before your mother in law would pick him up so you two could celebrate your wedding anniversary.

"Ma', you have a funny taste in men."

This pearl from your son made Phillip spit out his lemonade staining your brand new carpet, you bursted out laughing from your spot of the couch, your legs spread to the side where your husband previously massaged your feet with one hand and supported his glass with the other. Said glass was carefully placed on the table as he cursed lowly at the freshly stained carpet.

"Oh you have no idea, little one..."

[da-rum-darim-da]

soulmates.

it's angsty, bruh. <I was just reading solo for two and couldn't help it. T-T> And do let me know if I should extend it or add another part to it.

Gojo's version.

The sun shining down so innocently bright that day, the brids chirping as if they were singing me tales of two lovers as they perched on my balcony, the sunny side up that perfectly slid down the pan onto the toast... everything was a stark difference of things would usually go. And perhaps that sense of ominous dread that pooled in due to the events was not just a weird feeling that you should've shrugged off, it was a foreboding that the author of your life was hinting at.

The flowers. The Madonna Lilies bloomed at the windowsill, in the pot that you brought on a whim when you walked past the nursery during your last mission. How unusual, the gardener said it'd probably take it weeks to bloom, so how come the flower bloomed on the third day after it's purchase?

'Look 'Toru! It's the colour of your hair!' You haD sent the text with a smile on your lips. To which your boyfriend had replied, 'Do you miss me so much that you're seeing me in anything that's white, babe?' The reply had you laughing even when the shop-keeper looked upon you as if you were some crazy girl. You didn't care, you loved him, and he did too... maybe.

The air around the school was tense as it had been since the past few days since what Geto-senpai had did. Though it was baffling, you were not entirely privy to the fact that he was at his lowest before all this and perhaps because of you, he couldn't have his best friend with him to notice or support and comfort him out of it all.

'Say kouhai, do love him or do you like him?' Geto asked. You should have read into the tone of his voice, the inneundo behind the softer baritone came with a raw emotion and not out of casualness. But you were too busy, watching 'Toru-senpai get bombarded with teasing remarks by Shoko-senpai and Haibara-kun. So you replied, with your eyes fixed on your lover, 'I... Love him.' In the gaze he returned, there was something you couldn't comprehend. It was already a big deal for you that Toru-senpai accepted your confession, and the brief hesitation he had was the first droplet of insecurity in you, though at that time it wasn't dictated towards Geto-senpai.

Because of the heavy mission yesterday, you were given an off today. But the perfect events of the morning made you feel jittery, so you let yourself go with the flow and decided to get your mind off things and chose to get something for sweet for Toru instead, from Momofuku. After struggling a lot between the delicious and wide range of options you gave up and brought both the matcha and red bean filled mochis. And later returned to your dorm. A quick nap followed soon after because of the painkillers.

'You should walk faster, little legs.' He'd joked but you only huffed about it and he, seeing that expression on you somehow caved in. Ruffling your hair he chuckled, 'Suguru's just as fast as me you know, hence I couldn't adjust to your pace. I'll try hence, hm?' You smiled back. Another drop of insecurity added to my already overflowing heart, at the unusual acceptance and the very casual comparison.

The evening had arrived and 'Toru too had come. But how you found that was not something that you'd ever liked. His cursed energy was all over the place. You dashed to his dorm, the mochis long forgotten in the frigde, the nipped flower still in the glass of water on the bedside table.

"Toru! Satoru! GOJO SATORU!" Your voice didn't reach his ears as he harshly threw things in his room and banged his fists on the wall, all in blind rage.

A single name flying past his lips, in a cruel way that held his unanswered questions, his anguish, his hurt. The tone of his vouice was too foreign, too much. Though you knew that behind the mask of the childish likeness and pretense casualness that was off only during serious missions was a just a boy, you didn't want your boyfriend to be like this, never, even if it was inevitable considering his habit of keeping things such as emotions to himself.

You reached out to touch him. but he harshly flicked away your hand, "Go away, unless you're Suguru!"

You weren't Suguru, but you couldn't leave him after seeing him like this. You tried again, and that had your insecurities confirmed.

"Get off me! You are not Suguru and you'd never be! Do you even realise, what I have lost today? I LOST MY FRIEND, THE ONLY ONE I HAD! A FRIEND, NO A SOULMATE!" With a frown and red rimmed eyes, which once held something towards you now look at you with anger and frustration, holding you searching gaze.

The admittance probably had relieved him a little, so his voice came out a lot softer than before, "Just go away. I don't want to see anyone. Especially not you."

What had he meant by the especially not you? Was the question you had an inkling of an answer to you as you made your way away from him, back into your dorm.

The hesitation. The casual comparison. The lax behaviour, without actual love. The affection that was the same to everyone. You realised, it was only you in the relationship. And how could he even bring himself to love you when he was already madly, wholly and completely in love with another, a man at that. A man you could never be even if you tried, that friend, the Geto Suguru. There was only one of him, and he'd held the heart of the man you loved.

And perhaps, in every universe, every parallel multiverse, every life, every reincarnation, in every era... There was a Geto Suguru made for Gojo Satoru, and a Gojo Satoru for Geto Suguru. No one else can ever be there. No one else. You were the other woman, in a relationship of two pure, star-crossed lovers. You were the villainin their love story.

I'm sorry if the ending felt rushed, the actual outline was something else and I couldn't connect them two, but later on I will definitely try to make that version. T-T

[osamusriceballs]

24 hours of Christmas <3

Different haikyuu characters x reader

Warnings: None

Words: ~ 2,8 k

A/n: 24 different haikyuu characters and each will get a ~100 words drabble about how they spend Christmas with you! All soft and gender neutral I think (tell me if I missed something though), no warnings here! <3

5:00 am - Ushijima

"Toshi?"

You sleepily reach for him and grab his shirt. He pauses and turns to you, just a dark silhouette in the dimly lit room.

"Go back to sleep, y/n. I'll be back when you wake up." He talks lowly, but his deep voice still fills the room in a comforting way. Reassuringly, he grabs your hand, and his thumb rubs circles on the back of your hand. "I thought you'd stay with me. It's Christmas." He hesitates and thinks about this for a second. Then, you feel the bed dip under his weight, and he pulls your body against his. "You're right. I should take a rest day. And it's Christmas." He maneuvers your body until your back presses against his chest, his warmth making you feel comforted instantly. His body entangled with yours, that's how you fall asleep again with a content smile on your face.

6:00 am - Yamaguchi

Craftsmen start their days early.

And craftsmen also work on holidays.

Two things that you had to get used to after dating Yamaguchi Tadashi for years now. Your boyfriend has to work the early Christmas shift today, which is not surprising to you.

What you didn't expect, though, was to find a fully decorated table with breakfast and a sweet note when you wake up too. "Merry Christmas! I'll miss you today, my love! Enjoy your present and breakfast and wait for me until I'm home - I want to spend the day with you <3"

7:00 am - Tendou

"Babe," he grins while he presses a kiss against your lips. You can taste the chocolate on his lips; he probably stole a bit or two while preparing all the Christmas cakes at work. "Satori, why do you still have so much energy? You probably worked 8 hours non-stop." You sleepily smile back and grab his shirt weakly to pull him in for another kiss. "The thought of coming back to you filled me with energy. Wanna spend the day with you and watch cheesy Christmas movies. I have a list of the most trashy romances. Wanna get started now?"

You groan and rub your eyes. "Maybe just a short nap? And then we can get started?"

"Okay, babe. But I might eat your special Christmas cake while you sleep." He grins mischievously, and you gasp while you hastily push back the blanket and chase him to the kitchen.

"Don't you dare!"

8:00 am - Hinata

"Shoyo," you giggle while he buries his face in the crook of your neck, feeling his soft hair tickling your cheek. "I don't wanna get up, y/n. Let's stay in bed a bit longer."

"You told me that there is a Christmas volleyball match. You told me it's a great idea to go there." You softly laugh when he whines while he keeps you from getting up. "I know. But maybe it's a bad idea. Maybe we should just stay here." You know that he's not serious, so you decide to play into his game. "Yes, Tobio can tell us about it later, huh?" Hinata raises his head instantly. "No way! Y/n, we need to go. Come!" He gently grabs your hands and directs you to the bathroom, and you let him lead you with a smile.

9:00 am - Nishinoya

"Look at this!" He excitedly points towards a dolphin, and you quickly snap a picture with your camera. "I got it, Yuu!"

If somebody had told you that you would spend Christmas in the middle of nowhere in the ocean, you would have laughed. But here you are, with only Nishinoya Yuu and more fish than you could ever count around you- and you actually couldn't be happier. "Do you want to go diving later? I have all the equipment for us." You grin and nod enthusiastically.

"That sounds great!"

10 am - Tsukishima

"Did you see my glasses, y/n?"

"I didn't- wait, I got them." You fish for them on the table, and he stands perfectly still while you place them on his nose. You smile and press a quick peck to his lips, ignoring his playful snicker after the action. "I should probably get a new pair anyway. My eyes got worse lately." He sighs, and you grin mischievously.

"Maybe you'll get a new pair from Santa tonight? Do you think you've been a good boy?"

He rolls his eyes, and you whine when he squinches your cheeks. "Careful, or else you will not get anything from Santa this year too."

You freeze at his words, thinking about the beautifully wrapped gift that you have spotted under the tree.

"I'm sorry, Kei! Please forgive me! Hey, don't walk away. KEI!"

11:00 am - Sugawara

"Did you-"

"Yes, I put the salad in the car already. We're ready, y/n, don't worry." He looks fondly at you, and you embarrassedly rub the back of your neck. "I just want it all to be perfect."

"I know." He caresses your cheek and looks into your eyes. "And it will be perfect. As long as we're together, it will always be." You nod and place your hand over his, feeling his warmth against your cheek. "Let's go then?"

His hand moves to your hand and grabs it gently.

"Let's go."

12:00 pm - Oikawa

"How does it feel?"

"How does what feel?"

"Knowing that you'll get the perfect present tonight?" Oikawa smiles, and you pretend to think hard for a second.

"I don't know. You tell me?" His eyes widen, surprised, and then he laughs happily. "I can't even fight with that. You always have the best presents for me."

You playfully puff your chest, and he laughs even louder.

"That's why I love you, y/n."

"I love you too, Tooru."

1:00 pm - Kageyama

"Tobio, can you help me with the dress?"

"Yes." You hear him yell, and after a few moments, you find your handsome boyfriend in a suit right behind you. He is quick to move behind you and to close the zipper of your dress, his hands warm and skillful as he makes sure not to twist the zipper in the process.

He looks at you when he finishes, and his gaze softens.

"You look amazing, y/n."

"You too." You smile, and he leans down to peck your lips quickly.

"Let's go then?"

2:00 pm - Bokuto

His hand grabs yours firmly, and you thankfully scoot closer to him. He wraps an arm around you, and you feel warmer instantly. "You okay, baby?" You nod and smile at him, and he grins almost blindingly at you. "You look so cute, baby. With your cap and your scarf." He pecks your lips, and you grab his hand a bit tighter, already getting flustered.

"We have to hurry, though. Or else we'll be late at my sister's." He pouts cutely, and you quickly peck his lips to cheer him up - successfully. "Don't worry. We'll be on time for the Christmas dinner."

He nods at your reassurance and wraps his arm around you, and you cuddle against him while you both enjoy each other's near.

3:00 pm - Akaashi

"Keiji?" "Hmm?" he hums and raises his gaze. "You're reading a Christmas story, right?" He nods, his eyes following you curiously when you simply lay down on the couch and rest your head on his lap.

"Do you want to read it to me?"

He smiles and caresses your cheeks lovingly. "It's a funny Christmas story, actually. It needs a bit of proofreading, that's for sure, but it has potential."

You smile at him, leaning your face into his palm.

"Sounds good. Read to me then?"

"Yes, my love."

4:00 pm - Osamu

His arms wrap around you, and you smile when you feel his chest pressing against your back.

"What's my lovely wife doing here? Smells delicious." He buries his nose in your hair, and you smile while you pat his hand on your stomach.

"Just some Christmas cookies. Do you want to help me with the frosting?"

"Hmm." He nods but makes no attempt to move but continues to hold you. "Samu?"

"Just a little bit longer. Missed ya all day." He tilts your cheek and presses a slow, loving kiss against your lips, and you happily return it.

5:00 pm - Aran

"Have you seen the-"

He stops mid-sentence when he sees you with his Christmas-themed tie. You shake your head with a smile while you come closer to help him with it. "I can't believe you're actually wearing it. It's a fashion crime."

He sighs, his eyes closing for a short second while he probably regrets ever having met the Miya twins. "I'm sorry, love. It's just one night. I'll never wear it again. We can burn it after that."

You softly laugh and rest your hands on his broad chest after you finished fixing the tie. "It's okay. I will not leave you because of a piece of cloth. No matter how ugly it is." You scrunch your nose when you look at the atrocity adorning your handsome boyfriend's chest, and he laughs softly at your words.

"That's why I love you."

6:00 pm - Suna

"You're just like the Grinch." You scrunch your nose and look at your husband. He just rolls his eyes and darts towards the Christmas tree. "If I'm the Grinch, then why are there multiple presents for you under this tree?" You cross your arms in front of your chest and pout.

"Why don't you want to watch the Grinch then?"

"Not wanting to watch the Grinch makes me a Grinch?"

You quickly realize the holes in your argumentation and make an attempt to leave the room in silent shame, but Suna is quick enough to catch you and to wrap his arms around you.

"Nah-uh, no escaping from the Grinch. Come on. Let's watch it then."

7:00 pm - Matsukawa

A lazy grin is on his lips when he bites into the last cookie, his eyes rolling back at the exquisite taste.

"Don't you dare to finish this one alone! I swear to god, I'll leave you! I'll hand in a divorce, Matsukawa Issei! No more Mrs. Matsukawa, just imagine how lonely and cold your bed will be without me!" You playfully throw your hands and give him the most intimidating glare you can manage, and he is quick to surrender.

"I give up. Come here, Mrs. Matsukawa. I saved a whole cookie for you." He grins even wider when he shows you another cookie that he hid in his other hand, and you smile and sit down next to him.

"I actually love you, hubby, you know that, right?"

“Are you only saying that because you want the cookie?“

“…is it working?“

8:00 pm - Asahi

"Come here." He opens his arms, and you quickly join him on the couch and allow him to wrap his arms around you. You rest your face against his chest, and he presses a kiss to your head.

"That was a great first Christmas together." You nod and turn your face to him, only to see him watching you with soft eyes. "I think it was great too." You glance down towards the Christmas sweaters that both of you are wearing, the ones that he actually designed himself and feel your heart swell with affection and love for this man.

A great Christmas indeed.

9:00 pm - Hoshiumi

"I can't believe you beat me at golf." He sighs and falls dramatically back to the couch, and you move around the humongous Christmas tree to follow him. "It was literally Wii Sports. I don't even think the console is properly working." You lay down next to him, and he wraps his arms around you energetically. "No, babe. I just have the best partner ever. Someone who is able to beat a professional athlete at Wii Sports? That's either a Christmas miracle or pure talent."

You giggle and allow him to press a kiss to your lips.

"Maybe both."

10:00 pm - Sakusa

You place the last plate in the dishwasher and finally turn on the machine. "I'm done with the kitchen, Kiyoomi!" You yell and grab a bottle of mulled wine and two mugs.

"I finished the living room too." You hear Sakusa answer, and he suddenly appears behind you in the kitchen while you set a pot on the stove and empty the bottle into it.

He raises an eyebrow and looks at you. "Do you want to drink a glass with me?" you ask, and he nods. "I definitely need it after today." He groans, and you softly laugh. "I'm just glad that I got to spend the day with you. No matter how stressful it was." He smiles and pulls you against his body, and you happily wrap your arms around him.

"I love you too."

11 pm - Atsumu

"Not to be that person, but there's a mistletoe above us."

"And?" You put your hands on your hips and look at your blonde boyfriend with a pout. "And that means we have to kiss." He taps his lips with his finger, and you softly laugh at his cute pouty face.

"No, I meant, and why aren't we kissing already?"

You giggle when he eagerly places his hands on your hips and leans down to connect your lips with his, and you wrap your arms around his neck while you kiss him back.

"Merry Christmas."

12:00 am - Kita

"We should go to bed." You yawn and look at the fireplace in front of you, already dreading to leave the warm spot. "We could also sleep here? I can get the blankets and we'll just stay here?" You look at him with stars in your eyes at his words, and he can't suppress a fond smile at your reaction. "Sounds good!"

It doesn't take Kita long to come back with enough blankets and pillows to make you feel like you're in your actual bed. "I think that's enough, Shin. Just come here, please?"

He nods and quickly joins you under the blankets.

And that's how you fall asleep - wrapped in each other's arms while the room is softly illuminated by the fire.

1:00 am - Kuroo

You frown upon noticing that the light in the living room is still on. Slowly getting to your feet, you move towards the living room, where you spot your husband on the couch, softly snoring despite the brightly lit room. He was probably quite tired after the Christmas party at work that, unfortunately, you could not attend. Quickly dimming the light, you go back to the living room to grab a few blankets before approaching him. You set the blankets down and gently work on his tie- and he suddenly blinks tiredly at you.

"Y/n?"

"Shh, it's me—just let me remove your tie, then we can go back to bed." He hums softly, and when you caress his cheek, he turns his face towards you and kisses your palm.

It doesn't take long for you to get under the sheets with him comfortably, and he instinctively wraps his arms around you, pulling you close.

"Good night, Tetsu."

"G'night, love."

2 am - Kenma

"Merry Christmas, everyone. I'm gonna go now."

He skims through some comments, and his eyes linger on one.

"Where is y/n? Y/n will come tomorrow. If y/n's up for it, we might stream together."

He smiles at the prospect of seeing you tomorrow—finally. It's been way too long. "Y/n and I will just stay at my place tomorrow. Nothing special planned. We haven't seen each other in a while, so we just want to relax and catch up."

His eyes suddenly spot one comment from a user that is well-known to him, and he feels a blush creeping up his cheeks.

"Miss you, my kitty. See you tomorrow! <3"

3 am - Makki

"I can't believe that we played Monopoly till 3 am."

You try to hide your yawn, but he definitely notices. "It was a great gift from me then, right? We should get some rest, though; you can barely keep your eyes open."

"You're right." You yawn again, and he gently grabs your hand, helping you get up. "Come on, y/n. Enough Christmas Monopoly for today. Let's go to bed."

You nod, and he says, "I don't know if you have enough money to pay for a night with me. My cuddles are expensive." He looks at the non-existent amount of money on your side, and you playfully smack his arm.

"Hey! Careful, or you can sleep on the couch!"

"Please, no!"

4 am - Daichi

"Sawamura?" You yawn when the bed dips with his weight, and a rather cool body presses against yours. "Sorry, love. I didn't mean to wake you." You blindly press a kiss where you suspect his lips are but only find his cheek, and he softly chuckles. "Let us catch some sleep, and then we'll have our fancy Christmas dinner, okay?"

You nod and press yourself closer against him, happy that he is finally here with you in bed.

"Sounds good."

[a-killer-obsession]

Wavelengths [Killer x Reader, Heat x Reader]

🔞 Minors DNI 🔞

A search for a rumored Vegapunk weapon leads the Kid Pirates to an unexpected new crewmate, with a bloodlust that rivals their own and an incredible power.

CW: Please check AO3 for all current warnings, but general warning for smut, slow burn, serious gore, and really dark themes. AFAB reader, she/her pronouns.

Masterlist || AO3 || Chapter 1

Chapter 4 - Welcome Party

You get wasted and cause bodily harm.

WC: ~4k

The henchmen had already set up your furniture by the time you got back to the ship, and you stood in the doorway with Heat admiring it, before entirely fucking the room up with shopping bags on every surface. The two of you were exhausted so you both plopped down on the bed, already made courtesy of a cabin boy, laying horizontally across it with your legs hanging off the side, feet still on the floor, staring at the ceiling.

“Thanks for your help Heat,” you said, turning to your side and curling up against him, he was so damn warm, it was like cuddling a seven foot tall hot water bottle. “Fuck I hope I never have to do that again though”

Heat happily wrapped an arm around you, Mission: Girlfriend was thus far proving successful in his mind. “Any time doll,” he smiled, “we probably have time for a quick nap before dinner if you want, it'll probably be later than usual since Kid and Killer aren't back from their errands yet.”

“Mmm,” you hummed, rubbing your head against his chest to get comfy, so warm… “good idea”

“If you're gonna nap on me at least let me lay flat,” he laughed, making you grumble when he pushed you off so he could kick off his shoes and climb on to the bed properly. Given the opportunity to rearrange, you removed the seastone from your jacket pocket, before also kicking off your shoes and throwing your jacket on the pile of shopping bags. You removed your mask carefully, placing it on the side table, before climbing back on the bed to curl up against him again, totally comfortable and happy to nap with him. You found Heat easy to be around, and after spending the entire day together you weren't quite ready for him to leave yet, it was nice to have a friend after such a long time being alone. Hell, even just being near someone who wasn't actively trying to hurt or traumatize you was incredible. You draped a leg over his while he wrapped an arm under your head and around your shoulders, and you both quickly fell asleep, entirely spent from the shopping marathon. Your body was aching but the warmth from Heat soothed them, lulling you into a deeper sleep.

It was close to dinner time, the bonfire was stacked tall and ready to be lit, barrels of liquor had been purchased and arranged on the beach along with multiple felled logs for sitting on, but the guest of honor was nowhere to be seen. Kid was starting to get impatient, and turned to Killer, who was sitting on one of the logs, flicking through a new cookbook he'd just purchased. His observation haki was far better than Kid's, so instead of wasting his time searching the ship it would be easier to just ask. Killer was well aware of Kid's agitation by now and it didn't take a rocket scientist to figure out why he was annoyed, so he'd already gone to the trouble of using his haki to find you, and was just waiting for Kid to crack and ask.

Kid approached him, and opened his mouth to speak, but was interrupted by Killer, who didn't even look up from his book. “She's in her room,” he told Kid, “having a nap with Heat. I presume. Either that or they're fucking, they've been together in there for a few hours now”

“That dog,” Kid smiled knowlingly, “quick to jump on her, huh? Guess I'll go interrupt the lovebirds, I'm not waiting any longer to get the party going. Oi, you,” he pointed at henchman who was throwing more wood on to the stack near the makeshift fire pit, ready to replenish the fire later on, “get the fire going”

The henchman gave a quick “aye aye” and Kid stomped off to the ship, the gang plank bowing slightly under his massive weight. He made his way to your room, which used to be a storage closet, and opened the door without knocking - this was his ship, he could go wherever the fuck he wanted. And also because it would have been funny as hell to catch the two of you in the middle of fucking.

He was surprised (and a little disappointed) to find that you and Heat were in fact just sleeping, lying fully clothed on top of the bedding, your body wrapped around his, your faces squished together. He was also surprised to see you weren't wearing your mask, but did note your tightly closed fist on Heat's chest, coming to the assumption that you must have found a piece of seastone. Killer had of course passed along all the information he'd gotten from you, so he knew you couldn't be without either your mask or seastone without going insane. He paused for a moment to check out what you'd bought, quietly snooping through a few of the bags near him on the floor and smirking when he found one full of lacey panties. He could barely see the floor or furniture under the massive piles of shopping bags, but he could see the ornate purple-heart headboards of the bed and admired the craftsmanship for a moment.

It didn't take him long to grow bored though and he shuffled his way through the shopping bags to stand at the side of the bed, leaning as close to your and Heat's faces as he could without losing his balance and falling on top of you both.

“UP AND AT EM PUSSIES,” he yelled directly in your faces.

You both woke with a startle, and you went straight to fight or flight mode, letting go off the seastone and grabbing Kid's thick neck while your heart threatened to burst directly out of your chest with how fast it was beating. You weren't strong enough to squeeze it, and your hand was nowhere near big enough to wrap around it, so instinctively you sent pulses of electricity through the muscles to contract, making them act like he was having a severe allergic reaction and closing off his airway. Your eyes were cold, the spooky grey-pink looking up at him, unblinking, as you stared right into his amber eyes, not at all recognising him in your panic. He tried to punch you in the stomach to get you to stop, but you sensed the movement in the air and covered your abdomen in a thick protective layer of armament haki.

Heat, who was used to being woken like this, clawed at your back to pull you off of Kid, genuinely concerned that you were about to kill the captain in your blind panic. You barely registered him, entirely blacked out by your violent panic attack.

“Yin stop, it's just Kid,” he begged, yanking your arms, unable to pry you off, “you're safe, its okay, stop it Yin, he's not going to hurt you”

Kid was turning blue, unable to connect a punch, when you finally came back to reality and let him go. He wheezed and held his aching neck with his flesh hand as you scrambled backwards over Heat's legs, hiding behind him and burying your face in his back.

“Sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry-” you were pleading like you were about to be beaten for disobedience, even though you were no doubt the most powerful person in the room. It was a common response for you, beaten into you over almost two decades of abuse. It didn't matter how strong you were, in the face of authority you would always feel small. Even with your face pressed against Heat to block any light, the sounds were quickly becoming overwhelming and you started to twitch. Heat grabbed the seastone you'd abandoned on the blankets in your panic and pressed it against your bare arm, settling your devil fruit. You were already deep into a panic attack, hyperventilating as you pressed against Heat for support, clinging to his warmth like it was a lifeboat.

“Fuck you're strong,” Kid wheezed with a strained throat. He should have been mad, but it was kind of his own fault for spooking you, and he was more impressed right now that you'd almost killed a man as big as him with your bare hands. “I won't sneak up on you again, I just wanted to come get you for dinner, the bonfire is ready”

Heat forced the seastone into your hand and wrapped his arms around you, rocking you gently and rubbing soothing circles on your back to calm you. You blinked at him in confusion before you finally came back to the present and got your shit together, finally getting your erratic breathing under control. You were flush with embarrassment at your overreaction and confused that you weren't being punished.

“Ah, sorry,” you mumbled, prying Heat's arms off, “I'll be out soon”

“Take your time,” Kid replied, turning to leave, still rubbing his sore neck, “don't ever do that shit to me again though. This is your warning, next time I'll throw you overboard”

“Sorry Captain,” you mumbled as he left.

You let out a deep sigh as the door closed, sitting on the edge of the bed with your head in your hands. Heat was sitting up in the bed, and rubbed your back soothingly. “Don't beat yourself up about it,” he told you, “everyone here goes fight over flight, only pussies go flight mode, you'll get use to the rude wake up calls eventually”

“I almost killed him..” you whispered.

“Yeah well, you didn't,” he stated, “everyone here has at least taken a swing at the captain, he probably respects you more for it. Don't worry about it, just get dressed and we can go get drunk and forget about this”

“Yeah, okay..” you mumbled, starting to search through the bags for the outfit you'd picked out for tonight.

“It's your big night, just focus on having a good time,” he told you as he stood, giving you a reassuring slap on the back, “I'll see you out there”

You replied with a half-hearted hum and he left, closing the door behind him.

Half an hour later you finally emerged on the beach, it had taken longer than you thought it would to tame your hair, which had grown significantly since the last time you'd styled it. Your go to hairstyle was a pair of messy space buns, and you used a pair of old crappy medical scissors you'd found under the bathroom sink to hastily chop straight bangs. Nobody else would even see them under your mask but you liked having them cut like that anyway. You'd also slapped on a quick layer of a mauve lipstick with a gloss over the top, nothing crazy but it helped add volume to your small lips. Being that they were the only part of your face that was visible under the mask, it was nice to add a little pizzazz to them for the special occasion.

Most of the clothes the shop attendant had picked out for you were pastel hues, colours that worked well with your lavender hair, white headset, and the yellow and teal jacket you couldn't be separated from. You would stick out like a sore tooth among the Kid Pirates but you didn't give a shit - the bright, cheerful colours made you happy, and Heat had reassured you that as long as you were happy, everyone else could stick their opinions up their ass. You also took a quick shower before styling your hair, shaving your legs as quickly as you could and brushing your teeth like you were possessed by a dentist.

You'd chosen a baby pink bodycon dress for the party, which went down to your midthigh, over a set of matching magenta lingerie, sliding your jacket on top. To finish it off you wore a set of tall wedge heels with thick white straps. It took you a few minutes of fumbling in your room to get the hang of walking in them, but you were a quick learner, and could always vibrate the air around you a little to steady yourself if you had to. The outfit put your legs on full display, leading up to a plump ass assisted by the posture the heels gave you, a heaven send for your usually flat rear. Not much could be done for your chest though, even a push up bra wouldn't help you till you filled out a little.

You feigned confidence as you made your way down the gangplank and over to the crew, noting the way they all eyed you hungrily, which you supposed was what you intended when you decided on such a short dress. It was after all your night to shine, why not show off your assets and soak up being the center of attention? Kid made a low whistle as you approached.

“Damn, who would have thought there'd be a hot body under Killer's baggy ass shirts or that marine uniform?” he purred. He clicked his fingers towards a henchman, who immediately came running over with a beer for you. “Drink up scrawny bitch, it's not a proper welcome party unless you end the night puking in the bushes, so you better get started”

“Aye aye Captain!” You lifted the bottle to your mouth and immediately chugged the entire thing. The commanders around you all cheered and Heat handed you a glass of whiskey, taking your empty bottle from you.

“Before you get too drunk though,” Kid clicked his fingers and a cabin boy came running over with your old marine uniform, “if you're gonna be a pirate, you gotta uphold our traditions”

You happily handed your glass back to Heat so you could take hold of the old uniform. It stunk from year's worth of sweat and the navy pants were still stained with blood, ‘god, is that what I smelt like?’. You wore a bright smile as you took the clothes and thanked the scared looking cabin boy, before turning to the fire.

“Rest in shit, you stank ass uniform!” You yelled before throwing the clothes into the fire. The pirates cheered and Kid smacked you on the back encouragingly. Heat handed you back the glass of whiskey, and oh so smoothly wrapped his arm around your shoulders. You didn't protest, you were in such a good mood watching your old life burn and his arm was a reminder that you weren't alone anymore. You lent in to him, resting your head on his shoulder and sipping your drink as the old uniform disappeared in the flames.

A thought occurred to you though. You weren't entirely free yet, one thing still bound you to your past. You gently pushed Heat's arm away, and held out your glass for him to take. He took it with a raised eyebrow and watched you remove your jacket, leaving it carefully on a nearby log. You needed one more thing though, since you'd left both of your weapons on the ship.

“Hey Captain?” you asked sweetly, eyeing the strap that hung across his chest, holding his pistol and several daggers, “could I borrow a knife?”

He looked at you quizzically but unhooked a blade for you anyway, holding it out for you to take. You took the handle and walked to the fireside, kneeling next to it and holding the blade in the flames. The commanders watched you with amusement, entirely confused as to why you needed a heated knife. When the blade was red hot you removed it from the flames, inspecting it carefully as you stood to face the commanders.

“To freedom!” you shouted, before pressing the hot blade to the marines tattoo on your forearm. There was a small series of surprised gasps as you pressed the red-hot blade to your skin, and the smell of burning flesh as it sizzled. Killer and Heat both rushed for you as you groaned and your stance faulted, the knife and your whiskey glass falling to the sand as Heat caught you before you could entirely collapse from the shock of the pain. Your skin continued to make small sizzling sounds as the blade was pulled away, small blisters forming over the dark red wound.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” Heat shouted. He dragged you away from the fire to sit in the sand, leaning your back against one of the logs. The smell of singed skin tickled his nose and Mohawk was quick to rush to your side, inspecting the wound carefully, doctor mode fully engaged. To be fair, it wouldn't be a Kid Pirate party without someone getting hurt.

“A little warning next time? Fucking hell,” he grumbled, pulling gently at the surrounding skin to inspect the wound closely, before looking over your face to check your condition. You were heavily lidded, and somewhat out of it, but wore a dazed smile regardless. He stood to address Kid, who was surprised but impressed by the display. “It'll heal fine if she keeps it clean, she's just in shock right now but she'll be fine in a bit when the adrenaline wears off. I'd give her painkillers but booze will work fine for tonight. It's gonna hurt like a bitch tomorrow though”

“Fucking hell Yin,” Heat mumbled, sitting behind you on the log and steadying your body between his legs, lifting your injured arm and resting it on his knee, “what happened to getting a tattoo?”

“Sorry,” you giggled, “didn't feel like waiting that long”

Kid collected his now cooled blade from the sand and slid it back into the holster. “That was hardcore,” he laughed, “you're a fucking laugh, woman”

“That was irresponsible,” Killer mumbled under his mask, returning to his previous spot sitting on a log.

“Ah don't be a vibe killer, Killer,” you smiled, sticking your tongue out at the massacre soldier, “don't act like that wasn't the coolest shit you've ever seen a chick do.” He rolled his eyes under the mask and openly ignored you, but to be fair, you weren't wrong.

Mohawk, who had disappeared to the ship, returned with a med bag and dressed the wound while Heat held your arm up for him. The burn was making you a little dizzy, so you leaned your head against Heat's other leg, practically nuzzling against it. He had to be careful to not sit too close to you, or you might feel the erection forming from your innocent rubbing against his thigh.

—

Once the dizziness passed, Mohawk gave you permission to start drinking again, and it didn't take long for you to get completely trashed. At some point you and Heat swapped places, with Heat now sitting on the sand between your legs while you braided his thick, blue hair.

“Your hair is so pretty, Heat, such a pretty colour for a pretty boy,” you giggled. Kid groaned, you'd been like this for hours. Apparently you were an affectionate drunk. “Aw Kiddie, are you jealous baby? Your hair is pretty too! So many pretty boys. Killer are you pretty too under there? I bet you're pretty. Everyone on this crew is pretty”

“Stop calling my men pretty!” Kid growled, “We're fearsome pirates, not dolls”

“Boo,” you pouted, “it's not my fault you're all pretty. Killer let me braid your hair next!”

“Absolutely not,” he deadpanned, inserting the straw of his drink through the holes of his mask to take another swig.

“But it's my party!” You whined, “you gotta be nice to me!”

“I'm already being nice by not dunking you in the water,” he grumbled, “you bring that touchy feely shit over here and I'm stuffing you in a potato sack, filling it with cannonballs and throwing you overboard”

“Yesh, mister grumpymask,” you flopped another finished braid over Heat's shoulder so it laid against his chest, “lighten up would you? Chill out Mr. Massacre”

“Killer has never been chill a day in his life,” Kid laughed, “oi Heat, speaking of chill, light one up would you?”

“Aye aye Captain,” Heat laughed, giving a mock salute, reaching into the pocket of his baggy pants and pulling out a small zipper pouch. From it he retrieved a lighter and a couple of pre-rolled joints, lighting one and handing it to Kid, before lighting his own. You wrinkled your nose at the unfamiliar smell.

“What is that?” You asked curiously. Heat and Kid laughed in response at your innocence. Heat shuffled around on the ground, turning so he was sitting perpendicular to you, his back against one of your legs. He held the joint up for you to see.

“You've never smoked weed?” He asked curiously.

“Oh, that's what that is?” You replied, “I heard a few people mention it at some marine parties but I've never actually seen it, or smelt it. The marines took drug screening pretty seriously”. You took the joint he was holding out for you and inspected it carefully.

“Deep inhale, hold it for a second then let it out. Do it soft or you'll choke on the smoke” Heat instructed. This certainly wasn't his first time introducing someone to his favourite plant.

You brought the joint to your mouth hesitantly and did as you were told, but you must have inhaled too harshly because you couldn't help but cough a few times. Your head spun from the hit and you giggled. “That feels weird,” you took another inhale, without coughing this time, and handed it back to Heat as you exhaled the stream of dank smoke.

“You don't know the half of it,” he laughed, ���wait till it really hits”

“Fuck, if she's affectionate when she's drunk, what's you gonna be like high?” Kid roared, “Bet you a hundred berri she gets naked”

“I'm not sticking around for that,” Killer grumbled as he stood, “I'm going to bed”

“Awww, lame!” you moaned, “grandpa!”

“I'm going to drown you,” he said, pushing you off the log as he walked past. You stayed where you'd landed on your back, your legs draped over the log, giggling like a crazy woman.

“Killer! Your ass looks really good from this angle!” You called after him as he left.

“My ass always looks good,” he said under his breath. You were the only one who heard him, and laughed maniacally, almost kicking poor Heat in the process.

As it turned out, you were a sleepy stoner, and Heat ended up having to carry you to bed after you fell asleep leaning against him, a half finished braid still in your hand. The party continued long into the night till the beach was covered with drunk, sleeping pirates and the fire died out.

[NEXT CHAPTER]

[kahvilahuhut]

i feel happy when you're close

summary: Felt like writing something really nice and "fluffy", and I've also been thinking a lot about them during their university time again. So have this: a nice 'morning', Toby waking up a bit late and enjoying the beginning of the day cuddling on the couch while Klara is planning a brunch. They're having a good time, something they really need <3

no warnings or anything.

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Sunshine shone from the window, creating warm, light spots in the hallway. Klara's cat meowed quietly as she passed Tobias by, and sat down in one of the sunny spots, watching him yawn and fix the position of the shirt he wore open.

The cat meowed again.

Toby looked down and smiled. "Hey there," he murmured, and knelt down to scratch the cat's head. "Aren't you the cutest? Yes you are...Hang on," he opened the closed part of the bookshelf and took out the box full of cat treats, took one out, and reached his hand out for the cat to est the snack. "We'll keep this as our own little secret, right?"

The cat blinked slowly and padded away to the other sunny spot, and curled up there for another quick nap.

Tobias stood for a monent, looking at the bookshelf, wondering. At which point do you realize that someone's apartment has become too familiar? When you simply know where to find everything you need, or when you successfully remember about a somewhat sharp corner on a bookshelf and dodge it despite the drowsy feeling you always have after waking up?

He shook his head a bit and continued on his way to the living room.

Klara was laying on the couch, intensively staring at the screen of her phone, looking very excited about something. She closed the phone and gestured Tobias to join her.

Toby sat down on the couch next to her, "Hey, good morning."

"Heh, good morning to you too. Did you sleep well?"

"Mm-hmm," Tobias nodded and leaned closer for a kiss, slightly missing Klara's lips and kissing her cheek instead.

Klara cupped his face gently and kissed his forehead. "You're definitely not a morning person."

"Keen eyes you got there..." he murmured, leaning on her shoulder for a moment "Ugh. Sorry. Always feels like my brain is working slowly right after I wake up. You know, like the old computers."

"Well, a brain can be seen as a computer, in a way."

"You are sooooo right," he said, "wish mine was more like the one we used at that one research lab, though. That thing was so fast..."

"I think your head works exactly how it should, honey" Klara ran her fingers through his hair and asked, "What do you want to order for breakfast? Or, well, a brunch."

"Do you have that one yoghurt I found in your fridge in the beginning of the week. It was sooooo delicious, and is probably one of the only ones that hasn't caused any sensory issues for me. The, um, strawberry oat one, if I remember right?"

"It may take a while for that one to arrive. It's from my brother's farm. It's on the other side of the country."

"Ooooooh. That is so cool! As in, his own farm? Wow. But if that's the case, then..." Tobias paused for a moment and looked up at her before continueing, "...where are you ordering from?"

"From our favorite little cafe. They have a sale on all their warm drinks, by the way."

"Yeah!!! Then I'm definitely getting the caramel & cinnamon latte. Hmm...do you think it's too early for a piece of their carrot cake? Or no, wait, wait wait...that special breakfast bagel they make. Love that thing. Is it possible to ask them to leave the bacon out? I mean, I can take it out myself later if not, but it's usually possible when buying it at the cafe itself."

"I added it to the details. And I can order both of you want?"

"You are being too nice honestly. I'll pay-"

"Tobias, honey, you just bought a new laptop. Let me pay for this."

"But-"

"No 'buts" or anything. Anyway, anything else? Have you ever tried their apple juice?"

"Klara, c'mon..."

"I'll take two bottles for us both, then." She filled the order information, while petting Toby's head as he complained quietly how it's a bit too expensive and that she didn't have to pay for it fully and that he can get the table ready then. "Okay, they said that they'll get here in 30 minutes."

"Quite fast, to be honest. I thought there would be tons of people there coming for breakfast."

"I picked the faster delivery option. And also, it's 1 pm."

"Afternoon....oh my."

"What?"

"It feels...weird. To have someone do all these nice things for me. Buying me tasty food, letting me sleep for so long, caressing me lovingly and all. Taking care of me without waiting for anything in return."

"Right. It's usually you who's doing it for everyone else." Tobias tried to answer something, which instead turned into a sound Klara couldn't recognize into any word, either because he was simply humming or because his face was buried in her neck. "You're adorable." She felt his lips form a smile against her neck.

He moved a bit and said softly, the drowsiness in his voice almost gone yet still sound, "You know how you asked if I slept well?"

"Yeah?"

"I never answered properly. The answer is yes. At least the short one. You want a longer one?"

Klara chuckled. "Sure thing."

"I have noticed that sleeping with you makes me fall asleep much faster than I usually do. And I have less bad dreams, I think. And don't wake up in the middle of the night as often as I did. And how can I forget, definitely fixed my sleeping schedule," he sighed quietly, "I love you so much, you know. I feel so happy when you're close, when I can just sit near you and hold your hand."

"I love you too, Sunshine."

Tobias smiled and laid still for a moment. "By the way... what did you order?"

"Well, you'll see in-," she checked her phone screen, "-fifteen minutes."

"No spoilers? Heh, okay then... Mind if I take some fries of yours?"

"How did you-"

"You order them very often."

[undreaming-fanfiction]

Banished (3)

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3

Steve has forgotten how nice it was to actually sleep for the whole night. Sometimes he still manages to get decent sleep, but since Robin's parents are strict and very convinced he is her boyfriend (as is half of Hawkins, probably), he only has to do with short naps after work or when they hang out without the kids. He sleeps better when it's light outside anyway, at least after 1983.

So when he only wakes up to his alarm clock, he's both pleasantly surprised and annoyed by the blaring sound. He pushes the snooze button and groans flopping back onto the bed - and onto something soft that doesn't take kindly to being crushed. "Off. Off, Steve, or I swear to god I'll tickle you," a muffled voice growls into his chest and Steve quickly turns to his side, shifting his weight.

Eddie emerges from the covers, spitting out a strand of his hair. "Air," he wheezes dramatically, fanning his face. "Oh air, how I've missed you."

Maybe Steve should be embarrassed for basically burying Eddie in his bed, even more so for doing that half-naked, but he can't help it, he leans back against the pillows and snickers. "You're so dramatic. It was like five seconds."

"The longest five seconds of my life. Still, not a bad way to wake up, being pushed into the mattress by Hawkins' most desired boyfriend material. The ladies will be so jealous." Eddie grins at him and Steve can't help but notice the imprints of fabric on his face...and freckles. Eddie has a lot of faint freckles over his cheeks and nose and something tugs at Steve's heart. Of course he would have freckles. That is a constant with all the people he loves, isn't it? First Nancy, then Robin. And now Eddie. Such a stupid thing to focus on, but he slept well for the first time in forever, he has Eddie in his bed, tousled hair and in Steve's clothes, and most importantly, he feels slightly, well, maybe even more hopeful that Eddie likes him back. He will hopefully learn that later today, after dinner with the Wheelers.

Steve has probably been staring for too long because Eddie raises an eyebrow, winks at him. "What? Do I have something on my face?"

And Steve wants to tell him all he's thinking about, the freckles, the way his eyes lit up with the morning sun. But now isn't the time, so he just chuckles and touches the crease in Eddie's cheek, fleetingly, as an unsaid promise. "That must have been some deep sleep. My pillow left a mark. You look like you have a new tattoo."

Eddie leans into his touch and smiles back. "Not the worst one to have," he muses, eyes sparkling with mischief. "Now, my good sir Harrington. How do you like your coffee? Asking for a friend."

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The day passes quickly between Eddie driving back to his and Wayne's new (thank you, not at all shady government people) house for whatever could be salvaged from his Dungeons and Dragons collection after the whole earthquake fiasco and working on a quick one-shot campaign for the kids, something that should be impossible to complete in a day, but Eddie had plenty of time to think when he was isolated from everyone, the concept was mostly done and he just needs to finalize a few details. When Steve taps his shoulder and tells him it's time to get ready, Eddie almost chokes on his own tongue.

"Are you okay?" Steve asks as Eddie sputters and tries to get his breathing under control. His eyes are full of concern and there might be a slight glint of amusement, if Eddie looked closely.

Eddie wheezes and spits out a strand of hair that somehow made its way into his mouth. "Um. Yeah, sure. Peachy. Is that the word? Weird word, peachy. Because I don't particularly like peaches. Do you think I could change the fruit?" he rambles, grabbing the clothes they chose yesterday and squeezing them to his chest, maybe a bit too tightly. His hands are shaking and okay, maybe his breathing is a bit weird, he's light headed and what the fuck is happening to him-

But then Steve's hands are on his, gently making him drop the bundle of clothes. They move to Eddie's shoulders and help him straighten up, breathe more easily. "Pretty sure the world won't crumble if you do. What kind of fruit do you like?"

That question breaks through Eddie's panic because...why is Steve Harrrington asking him what kind of fruit does he like? "Umm...pears? Apples too, sometimes. The sweet ones." He watches Steve's face for any sign of mockery, but he's just patient, so patient and sweet and Eddie feels better now, more confident that this whole dinner thing might just work out. 

"You can be appl-y then?" suggests Steve and Eddie becomes acutely aware that his palms are still wrapped around his shoulders, warm and secure. "I mean. Wouldn't be the weirdest thing I've ever heard. And if that makes you feel better..." Steve clears his throat, smiles shyly at Eddie. "Does it make you feel better?"

"Yeah. Yeah, it does." Eddie chuckles and shakes his head. "Okay, that's good. So I'm just appl-y. Apple-tastic."

With one last squeeze on his shoulders, Steve lets go of him. "Cool. Let's get to it then, apple lover."

Eddie groans. "You did not just call me that."

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In the end, the clothes are put on, the hair is conquered and Eddie feels like his skin is going to run away from him before they even reach the Wheeler household. He really needs to pull some of his hair to cover his face, he feels so exposed it's almost indecent and the scars on his face aren't helping, but his hair was smoothed down by the closest he knows to a professional and he's not about to ruin it. His fingers have a mind of their own though, tapping, twisting a single ring he decided to keep on, and he wonders if he should have chosen long sleeves to cover the tattoos more.

Steve keeps his eyes on the road, but sometimes they start roaming in Eddie's direction. He definitely notices Eddie is nervous and, after the third time Eddie almost tugged his hair out of the ponytail that took most of Steve's will to live, he reaches over and grasps Eddie's fidgety fingers. "It's going to be fine, Eddie. I know this is only, like, the fiftieth time I'm saying that, but Mike's dad is all bark but no bite and his mother already decided she wants you over. She persuaded all the other parents and I'm pretty sure she already likes you."

Eddie just nods, presses his lips into a thin line. He doesn't remove his hand, finding comfort in Steve's warm touch. "I know, Steve, it's just..." he struggles to find the words and when he finally does, Steve's grasp becomes firmer, more resolute. "I just can't believe something would go right for once, you know? It's like...it's like the universe or whatever asshole is floating on a holy cloud up there decided that oooh, what a wonderful idea, let's create a guy that's fucked up from the beginning until the end. Give him a criminal dad and an absent mom, non-existent attention span for things that actually matter, a mouth that can't shut up for a second and let's tick all the boxes so that he doesn't fit in. What he likes? Check. What he wants to look like? Check. Who he likes? Check. It's like I either have to disappoint everyone else or myself, you know? So here I am, after years of spouting how I'll never conform and yadda yadda, asking you to help me look like a normal human being for once. What a joke."

Steve takes his hand from Eddie's and he can't even look at him, because of course he said too much, of course he is too much, and maybe he's just destroyed everything like he always does, especially when Steve stops the car at the side of the road. But he isn't yelling at him, he isn't telling him to leave, he just turns towards Eddie and grasps both of his hands, pulls them to his chest. "Eddie. Look at me."

And Eddie tries, he really does, but he can only do so for a second before he has to blink again, fight the bitterness that wasn't supposed to come up. "Sorry," he mutters and licks his lips, stalling before he can explain anything, everything. "It's just...you guys managed to break the the cosmic plan for Eddie Munson for once, you know? You made sure I'd make it. But even if I survived, I'm still me, the lifelong fuck up personified. And I just want you to know I'm trying to do better because you...you guys deserve all the good things and maybe it's stupid but I want to become one of them. And shit, I'm rambling, is Robin infectious? I swear she is-!"

Eddie doesn't expect those soft fingers on his jaw, his cheeks, doesn't expect Steve Harrington to tilt his head up so Eddie finally has to meet his eyes. And he looks so vulnerable and his eyes look so beautiful in the afternoon sun that Eddie just wants to kick himself out of the car, out of Hawkins and preferably out of the planet Earth.

"Eddie. Listen to me, because I swear you have to know this, you just...you need to know. You never disappointed any of us. Never have," Steve repeats and traces his finger along Eddie's cheekbone. "and never will. You gave the kids exactly what they needed when they needed it, let them enjoy their hobbies without being judged. You let them belong," he says and it sounds like a prayer, like a kiss blown through the air. "You want to be a good thing? Shit, Eddie, you are the best one. I see you and I just admire you so fucking much. You don't let other people's expectations become your problem and I know you called yourself a coward, but you never were. It's people like me who are cowards," he admits and Eddie sniffles, covers Steve's hand with his own.

"Steve, how can...how can you even-" he stammers but Steve shushes him, continues.

"You know what I've done most of my life, Eddie? I tried to become someone else. For my parents, for Nancy, for my douchebag friends at school. I hid a lot of my hobbies or convinced myself that I didn't need them because they weren't what people expected of me, what they wanted me to be. And maybe I also convinced myself that it's normal, but then I saw you and..." he slows down, leaning towards Eddie to really make him hear the words. "There isn't really a non-cheesy or non-stupid way to say it, but you released me, Eddie. Robin and Dustin did too, in a way, but you were so loud, so unapologetic, and seeing you like that made me want things again, Eddie. It made me want to be someone, be myself, no matter what that means. No one else could do that for me, not in the way you have. So if the universe says Eddie Munson doesn't deserve to be happy? Then fuck the universe, if it doesn't give you a happy ending, I'll bust my ass getting you one. I'll get you a...shit, I don't know what they have in fairytales, a castle will take pretty long with what Keith pays me, but I'll do it if that's what it takes."

Eddie is laughing now, maybe there is a tear or ten, but he can't bring himself to care. "I...I want to say so many things, Steve, but I'm still stuck on your plans to buy a castle while being employed at the Family Video. It's...Jesus Christ, how do you talk like that?"

Steve is smiling back at him too, wiping the rogue tears away. "That bad, huh?"

Eddie shakes his head and his hand shoots forward to shush the blasphemy, pressing his index fingers against Steve's lips. "Oh no. Nonono. Don't you dare insult my knight in white armor on a shining horse. Wait. The other way around."

And the shushing method isn't really successful because Steve's lips move and that's it, Eddie must have fainted and is dreaming now because did Steve Harrington just kiss his finger pad?!

"Well, the car has seen better days, but it can be shiny if you want it to be. And I do have some white t-shirts, so...it works?" he laughs, then winces in pain - as the atmosphere in the car becomes more relaxed, they both begin realizing that leaning over the console is not very healthy for their spines and barely healed wounds. Still, he grasps Eddie's hand again. "I'll say this very quickly because we'll have to go soon to make it to the dinner, but Eddie, you need to hear this. The kids love you. Wayne loves you. I...we all love you. So the universe isn't as almighty as you might think. And I will repeat this again and again until you're sick of it, until it plays on a loop in your head like those catchy and shallow songs you hate so much - you can never disappoint us. Never. You don't need to choose between us and yourself, you can be yourself with us and still be a good thing. The best thing. And," he takes a deep breath and turns his eyes towards the road, his cheeks maybe a bit darker than when they left the Harrington residence, "with that not at all embarrassing declaration out of the way, I'm so sorry but we need to go. But if you ever feel like the universe is out to get you, let me know. I'll punch it right in the..." his voice trails off as he starts the car, lost in thought.

"In the?" Eddie repeats, waiting, but his heart and mind are way too full to even begin to guess what Steve wants to say.

Steve shrugs and focuses on the driving, although his hand still lingers on Eddie's, only moving to shift gears. "The hell I know if or where you can punch the universe. I'll ask Henderson. But I'm pretty sure he'd figure out a way to do it for you. Wheeler might even attempt to punch it first."

That earns him a snicker from Eddie. "Mike or Nancy?" he asks as he checks his reflection in the mirror, wiping away the wetness and making himself look presentable again.

Steve meets his eyes with a smile. "Both."

(I know I said there would be only 3 parts but the car scene kind of happened and now we only need the dinner to happen, I swear!)

Promised tags: @gay-stranger-things @narcissist-era @thisisjaybaker @strawberryspence

[itsahotminuteinbetween]

Heey, back again with Chapter 6 :) Nothing too major goin on here, really. Nothing actually important happens until later. @itsberrydreemurstuff, @bibooby, and @laegume, I saved you all seats. (Also, @andyssilly, thought I might tag you in case you don't see this.)

Uh, before I start our little performance, I have a few lil things I'd like to say reaaal quick. The first is thaaaat... *brp bada brp brp brp boooo (that was a trumpet noise if you couldn't tell)* I have a tag for the fic now! I tagged all the chapters under the title "Where the Stars Don't Shine", so if you type it into my lil thing, it should come up! I'll probably pin a post with a the chapters linked eventually, I just keep forgetting to do it. And the second thing is slightly less important, but thought I might put it here anyways. Guys, I post polls sometimes that help me make decisions on things regarding the chapters. Nothing major, of course, just small tidbits and whatnot, but I'd really appreciate it if more people could vote on those. It's cool though, I don't mind.

Anyways, that's all for now, I guess! Soooo...

On with the show!

Word Count: 1,514

The day thankfully passes by without much issue, though truthfully you were in a daze for most of it. All you remember is the lights being unusually bright (you thought nothing of it) and a puppet show. Sun hadn’t spoken to you since your wake-up, which was a bit of a relief.

Cleaning had been a bit slower on your end. You think Sun had mentioned it at some point, though you could be mistaken. You know for a fact that he told you not to bring your pills to work on account of the kids getting access to them after you took one to ease the sharp throbbing in your head that had not let up after your nap. Strangely, you felt worse afterwards. You were sorely tempted to put in your earbuds, if only to block out that awful buzzing. You refrained, however; you really didn’t need Sun chastising you for the third time today.

You said good night, getting no response, and left. You don’t remember getting home, but you do remember trying to find something to eat in your nearly bare pantry. You found some eggs and semi-decent bread, made french toast, and passed out.

The pounding is not evaded today, either. Your head feels like it’s stuffed with cotton, and it takes effort to keep your eyes open. You splash some water  on your face as a temporary fix, drink a bit of cough medicine to fight back your sore throat, and head to work.

You head straight for the desk, not bothering to say good morning to the animatronic in charge this time. Your bag hits the floor with a hard thunk, and you open it. You hope you thought to pack a lunch earlier, though you seriously doubt it with your frazzled state. 

Evidently, the source of the noise is actually a brick. You’re not even sure how you managed it, but it does explain why it felt so heavy to lug around. You assume it’s Moon’s work and think little else of it, placing it off to the side before Sun spots it and accuses you of vandalism or burglary or something. 

From the things you actually packed, most are your typical. Laptop, two books instead of one, earbuds, keys, your phone, and a second set of clothes. No lunch, though you weren’t expecting that one. You do find a granola bar instead, and tuck it in your pocket for safekeeping. Maybe you could eat it on the break you never used.

 You interest yourself in the books you brought. You’d already read (book) from cover to cover a dozen times over, but one more couldn’t hurt. The other was one of your additions for the children, and something you were hoping Moon would approve of as well. You hadn’t seen a copy of Brambly Hedge anywhere, but you’d love’d it when you were growing up. They’d liked the Peter Rabbit copy you’d put in, so with any luck, this one would garner a similar reaction.

You remind yourself to bring something for your coworker some other time. Moon may be a prick, but he seemed to get pretty bored when the children fell asleep. Perhaps something to keep him occupied would help, and maybe even get him off your back when the lights cut. What kind of books would he like, though? He’d stolen one of your Sherlock Holmes novels in your first month of work, and you’d caught him peeking over your shoulder on several different occasions when you’d brought your gothic horrors and dystopians, which also tended to mysteriously disappear. You couldn’t just walk up to him and ask, though. Asking either of them for something hardly ever went well.

You brush off the thought and remind yourself to actually request some funding for an idea you’d gotten some time back. The Daycare, action packed and entertaining as it was, didn’t really have much reading material outside of little kiddie books featuring corporate’s mascots, and while you weren’t opposed to donating your old children’s books, some newer ones would probably be more appealing. You’d noticed that Moon also seemed to enjoy the greater variety. He tended to gravitate towards classics and fables for naptime, though you made sure to only plant a few at a time do as not to arouse suspicion. You were pretty sure they thought it was the higher-ups’ doing, and you weren’t going to be the one to correct them. 

You whip around, scanning the Daycare for any sign of the animatronic before taking off with the book in hand, shelving it among the other books you’d brought. You walk back to the desk, feeling almost proud of yourself, until a voice pipes up behind you. “Friieeend, what are you dooing?” 

For the record, despite what the security cameras captured, you did not screech and trip over nothing. 

You flip over and jump back up onto your feet, hastily responding to fend off any conclusion he’d make about this. “Who’s doing something? Me? No, I’m not doing anything, nothing at all.”

Yeah, that didn’t sound suspicious at aaaall, nice going.

Sun’s faceplate turns, static grin growing wider with each click. “Reeeally now? Because it seems to me like you were trying to sneak something from the shelf.”

Great. Now he thinks you’re a thief.

You shake your head frantically, crossing your arms to further prove a point. “No, no I’m not, promise.” Yeah, that’ll help, Y/N, way to seem like a criminal.

His face reverts to its normal position, and you think you’re in the clear (until) he speaks up again. “Glad to be wrong then! Still, I think I’d rather be safe than sorry. You wouldn’t mind if I checked, would you?”

This smug little- You shoot him a strained smile and a thumbs-up that does not display your panic in any way. “Nnnnnnope, go right ahead!”

His own smile stretches. He stoops down to your height and surveys the shelf, default smile forming an unreadable expression that you’re not sure you want to uncover the meaning of. He speaks after a few moments. “This wasn’t here earlier.” He taps the spine of the newly added Brambly Hedge on the shelf for emphasis.

You swallow, arms locked at your sides. You question whether you’d prefer him accusing you of thievery or stupidity. 

He pulls it out and flips through the pages, gaze snapping back to you quizzically.

“How did it get here?” He muses out loud, putting you on the spot with a look that makes you freeze.

Your brain races to find an acceptable response other than the actual truth, and lying will only get you in more trouble. 

You pause. Moon can’t know. 

“Is Moon listening?” you probe.

He pauses, rays doing a half-spin before he responds, “Not at the moment.”

You seriously doubt that, but it’ll have to do. 

You’re so screwed. 

You fiddle with the hem of your shirt, rushing what you want to say at speeds that leave your lungs gasping as you stumble over your words. “I noticed the older kidsandsometimesMoon get bored so I thought I could bring some booksforthemfromhome but I haven’t asked management forper-permissionyetIwasgonnadothatintoday’sreportsorryandthekidsreallylikedperterrabbitsoithoughtmaybethey’dlikethisonetoopleasedon’ttellmoonormanagementIcan’tlosethisjob.” 

Your eyes are tightly screwed shut by the end of your tirade, hands clenched into fists. You peek an eye open to find Sun not in front of you, but on the other side of the room.

Yep, you are so dead when naptime rolls around.

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Sun was at a sort of standstill with this new information. You were the one responsible for those books mysteriously piling up on their shelves, out of your own pocket, and you hadn’t thought to ask management? 

He hadn’t been lying when he told you Moon was absent: his brother was never active when Sun was out, preferring to stay offline unless called upon. 

He should tell Moon. This was probably something he’d want to know, something that could possibly get you fired. 

He paused. Would it get you fired? On one hand, you were required to report everything, including any changes you requested. On the other, you were the one paying for said changes, which meant the company didn’t have to do it themselves. If anything, they’d probably just issue you off with a warning and make you pay for everything.

Besides, while the Daycare was practically perfect in his humble opinion, he did have to admit he appreciated the new additions, and he wasn’t going to refuse the benefits, even if they were from you. 

Sun had a feeling his brother wouldn’t agree.

Another lightbulb flickered on in his head. You’d bought the books. He wondered what else you’d brought under the guise of management. 

He sighed, conflicted. You were right, the kids did like Peter Rabbit, along with every other book you’d brought in.

He supposed he could keep this little revelation to himself. Not for you, he reasoned, but for the kids. And speaking of the kids, a handful of them were already entering through the doors now, signaling the start of the day.

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Aaaaand that's a wrap! Hope that was up to standard :) Y/N seems to be getting a little worse, hehehe...and I suuure hope Moon doesn't find out about all this, that would make for an interesting confrontation...But yeah, the Assistant's basically been funding most of the stuff for the Daycare at this point. They buy groceries when Management forgets to, restocks for emergency supplies and cleaning stuff, and buys new things for the kids sometimes.

[xxsycamore]

—𝘌𝘮𝘦𝘳𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘺 𝘕𝘢𝘱(-𝘰𝘭𝘦𝘰𝘯)!

► SYNOPSIS:

You're suddenly struck by awful period pains and don't feel like moving an inch, despite having so much work to do.

As always, Napoleon comes to the rescue.

▍napoleon x reader ▍rating: G ▍tags: Menstruation; period pains; Sleepy couch cuddles; napping; Fluff ▍wordcount:  839

▍masterlist

▍a/n:  You can probably guess why this fic happened while I have so many other fics to write :DD I was actually going for a headcanon type of story here, with a short section for each resident, but... after writing Napo's, I felt better. No joke. So I just extended it a little and voila! 👉🏻👈🏻 Unlike most of my Napo stories, this one can work out in a pre-dating stage if that's what you'd prefer to imagine! Hope you enjoy ❤

It's another beautiful day at the mansion, and the sun is continuing to shine brightly outside as afternoon settles in. Your list of chores is more than halfway done now, the morning was a productive one and you pat yourself on the back for pushing through at your usual pace, even if your period surprised you early this morning. Sleeves rolled up and armed with a feather duster, you march towards the lounge room to take care of another chore.

Specks of dust dance in the afternoon sun, windows wide open, as you complete your task little by little. Soon the sections left to dust decrease and you start to tire - a minor pain in your tummy appears as well, as if to persuade you into taking a short break. You throw a look to the grandfather clock. You've been a busy bee; not even the distraction of dusting off some of Comte's highly intriguing antiques couldn't get you late on your own schedule.

You sit down at the spacious couch area, grab a throw pillow to hug, and fall on your side - shoe-covered feet juust hanging off the couch because it won't be worth the effort of taking them off for just a minute or two of rest.

Ugh-oh! The pain doesn't go away and only gets worse instead. Suddenly moving as much as a millimeter equals sighing a death sentence.

"Help" You whisper to yourself, clutching the throw pillow.

***

Napoleon rubs sleep off his eyes, having woken up just recently despite the late hour. After fixing himself an impromptu portion of brunch for one and eating it in his own company, he goes on a search for Isaac. It's a little early for their daily école visit, but he figured they could go around town if the physicist isn't busy or anything.

He pokes his head in the lounge room to check for a familiar strawberry-red head, and instead spots a curled-up nunuche.

"Snrk. Slacking on chores, nunuche?"

He receives only a glare from you, before you turn your back to him.

"Oww…" Your hissed expression of pain leaves your mouth before you can muffle it into the pillow. The former emperor's senses are sharp, and his reactions are quick. He puts two and two together on the spot.

"Does your tummy hurt again? Do you need me to bring you something?"

You hear him coming closer and feel eyes on your back - and you shake your head. He sighs and the footsteps soon die off in the distance.

Just as you figured he went on with his day, he returns out of nowhere - with a blanket in his arms?!

"Move a little to the side."

"Wha-"

"This call for an emergency nap. I need to supervise you, or you'll just go around the mansion tiring yourself further. I'll take care of the chores later, okay? And, I'm letting you get away with being stubborn about taking painkillers but just tell me if you change your mind and I'll go fetch you some."

He keeps his serious tone even if he nonchalantly makes himself comfortable right next to you on the sofa. He even took your shoes off for you while you were distracted.

Your bodies are not really touching, there is enough space…and his suggestion seems more appealing by the second as your eyelids grow heavy. You've already spent some long-drawn minutes with your eyes closed in the silence before he came in here, so now it's sooo easy for you to just give in. Most importantly, the pain surprisingly starts to go away the cozier you get, this time you're determined not to move at all. It's not like you can, though, with Napoleon's long limbs stretching past your curled-up form and thus caging you to some extent.

"I've heard that warmth can help too. If you feel alright with that."

Oh. Oh! He's suggesting to give you a cuddle. Your cheeks begin to heat up and for a second you wonder if you should just pretend to have fallen asleep.

" 's alright. And thank you for all that." your mouth betrays you but all regret leaves your mind as soon as Napoleon's warm body presses on your back.

"De rien."  His arm gently wraps around your waist, as if careful not to hurt you accidentally by brushing against where you ache. He exiles as you stay peaceful, as if he held his breath for a second - and the hot portion of air hits the back of your neck. You feel like screaming internally because the sensation messes with your head, sends goosebumps over your skin, your face gets redder, thoughts rush in like an avalanche,…

But it's all too cozy to fight or say something, and you definitely don't want him to get the wrong idea and get up now. The waters calm down. You're off to the kingdom of dreams, floating, floating…

"Wait a minute, Napoleon! You just woke up! How come you can still go for a nap right away??"

"Zzz..."

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Blooming prompts!!

Hello guys!! I’ve finally gathered some prompts that you can use when requesting fics, so it’s easier for both parts!! I’ve used some prompts from @goldenempyrean , @somber-sapphic , @thewidowintheweb and @budzdorovanatasha and some from random posts!!

Sickie!!

1A. “I can't be sick, I feel fine.”

2A. “I’ll be okay.”

3A. “Can you dim the lights a little?”

4A. “I feel strange…”

5A. “I don’t have time to sleep off a little cold.”

6A. “I’m freezin’, can we cuddle?”

7A. “Don’t leave me.”

8A. “Ugh, sorry. My cold made me sneeze.”

9A. “Relax, it’s just a cold.” 

10A. “I think I’m coming down with something.”

11A. “Is it cold in here, or is it just me?”

12A. “Baby, can you pass me the tissues?” 

13A. “Do we have any coughdrops?” 

14A. "I’ll rest later! I have really important work stuff to finish.” 

15A. “We ran out of tissues.”

16A. “I thought the medicine was non-drowsy…” 

17A. “I’m just trying to get all this work done! I have no time to rest.”

18A. “You probably shouldn’t kiss me.” 

19A. “You need to stop worrying about me.” 

20A. “I’m a little out of it today.”  

21A. “I do not have a cold!” 

22A. “I’m just a little under the weather that’s all.”

23A. “It’s just a silly little cold.”  

24A. “I just can’t stop sneezing!”

25A. “We were meant to go out tonight!” 

26A. “You’re literally my favourite person on earth right now.” 

27A. “My boss won’t let me take a sick day.”

28A. “It’s just cold in here, you all feel that, don’t you?”

29A. “I'll be okay after I take a quick nap.”

30A. “It’s just allergies.”

Caretaker!!

1B. "let me take you home, baby. you're clearly not feeling good."

2B. “You’re not going anywhere. I’m taking your temperature.”

3B. "Go back to sleep, honey."

4B. “Don’t even think about going to work/class today.”

5B. “You’re really not feeling well, are you?”

6B. “You’ve got a fever. Still want to pretend it’s just allergies?”

7B. “Stay put while I get the thermometer.”

8B. “You’re burning up!”

9B. “Let’s get you out of those wet clothes.”

10B. “We need to get this fever down.”

11B. “Are you feeling any better?”

12B. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you this sick…”

13B. “I really don’t like the sound of that.”

14B. “I thought you said you didn’t have any allergies?”

15B. “Bless you! Are you sure you’re ok? You never sneeze this much.” 

16B. "Bless you!… since when do you sneeze more than once?

17B. ”There’s no way you’re going to stay home alone like this.”

18B. “Please just sit down for a moment.” 

19B. “You shouldn’t be walking around when you’re this sick.”

20B. ”Bless you… Bless you! Are you okay- bless you again!”

21B. “Maybe you should just take it easy.” 

22B. “Somebody’s certainly sneezy today.” 

23B. “You’re sweating.”

24B. “Those sniffles of yours really turning into something, huh?”

25B. “It sounds like you’ve caught that bug going round.”

26B. “I think your fever is spiking.”

27B. “I think you have the flu, nobody’s ever this sick with a cold.”

28B. “You’re kinda cute when you’re all sick and needy like this.”

29B. “Are you done pretending you’re fine?”

30B. “After all of the times I’ve told you it’s a bad idea, you still insist on going out to play in the rain.”

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Wip Wednesday

The King is dead, Long live the King

Living in a trailer was something he was not used to quite yet but loved nonetheless. He had spent almost twenty years living in Loch Nora in a house too big for him alone so moving out had been quite the experience, despite the circumstances. 

Unlocking the door, he could hear the happy screeches coming from inside and the sound of feet running clumsily toward the door. He opened the door and kneeled down to catch the little bullets coming at him. 

"Hi baby." he said around the mouthful of dark curly hair. Arthur's hair was becoming longer and messier day after day. He still remembered the day he got him in his arms; all tiny and soft in his little onesie, looking all adorable with his cute tuft of black hairs. He had grown quite a bit since then. 

Arthur was trying to climb on him like he was a jungle gym, clingy little shit that he was. He got up, Arthur still in his arms and went to his room to put his bag down.

"Someone sneaked into my bedroom, again." he said looking at his messy bed, cover thrown around. Arthur ignored him, busy playing with his hair. He should think about cutting that too.  

Max was conked out on the sofa, probably took a nap with Arty. He mustn't have been awake long then. Fuck, he's not going to go back to sleep in hours. 

Putting the toddler down near his toy box, he went into  the kitchen to start dinner. He thought about what he could make -for himself, arty and Max- he opted for some mac'n'cheese, easy and quick; perfect for a toddler. He didn't like the premade stuff though he kept boxes of the stuff around because the kids did like it and Arty did too.It was almost done when Max came stumbling in the kitchen half asleep with Arty up in her arms. He's going to become one clingy toddler with all the holding people are doing. 

"Hey kid. You can put him in his highchair, take your plate and it's almost ready."

"Thanks" she mumbled as she sat down. He sat down once he served everyone. He asked how babysitting Arthur went. 

"Went fine. Having a hard time putting him to sleep, he gave up around an hour or so ago. Did you find someone?"

He sighed. Everything had been wonderful, he was happy -happier than he had been in years- but it didn't mean it was easy. Hadn't been then and still isn't now. The problem right now was that he needed a babysitter. Feels like a joke, the babysitter needing a babysitter. The kids were starting school in a few days, Robin and he were sharing most of their shifts now and she would start school soon too. He was running out of options, apart from taking Arthur with him to Family Video but he wasn't sure Keith would appreciate that.

"I'll find something. Don't worry." he tried to reassure her. He knew he wasn't fooling anyone but he was the adult here. She didn't need to know that he was struggling to find someone to watch over Arthur, someone that he could trust. 

They finished eating without bringing the subject back on the table. Arthur made a mess -for a change- he wiped his hands and face quickly before pulling him out of the highchair and sitting him down on the floor. He put the plates in the sink to watch later. He put on his coat and put one on Arthur. 

He walked Max back to her trailer. She told them goodnight, made some faces to Arthur making him giggle before she went in. He turned around ready to go home himself and spent another sleepless night when he saw someone else outside. He jumped, hugging the toddlers closer to his chest. He sighed in relief when he recognized his neighbor. Wayne if he remembers right. 

"Hello sir." he said as he walked closer to the older man. 

"Just Wayne's fine, kid." the other man snorted. "Ya out late. And who's that?"

Sometimes he forgot that he had Arthur for less than a few months. 

"Yeah I had a closing shift today. And this Arthur, say hi Arthur !" Arthur had started to imitate people, it started with winking which he couldn't do so he just blinked really hard and then he started to wave hi and goodbye when asked him to. Arthur lifted his head to wave at Wayne (in the wrong direction of course) making the other man chuckle and wave as well. "I was just walking Max back home, she was babysitting for me." 

"Heard ya had trouble finding one too."

He grimaced. He knew exactly where he heard that but he had to give it to him for not ratting them out. 

"The kids' are helping but school is starting really soon, yeah. Bit of a deadend on this part." 

"If ya need one, ya know where I am." 

"What? No, I couldn't bother you with that, you already work night shift I can't-"

"I'm offering, kid. I already have enough noise with my nephew, I'm sure this little guy can't beat that."

"I'll think about it. But, thank you Wayne. That's really nice." he didn't want to outright refuse, it wouldn't be polite but he still felt uneasy about using Wayne's like that.

"Don't worry about it.If ya need anything, me and my nephew are happy to help." 

He smiled, waving goodbye. Once home he set Arthur back down, letting crawl around. 

He swore to himself that night that he would not bother Wayne with his shit. He will find something eventually, he always does.

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A week or so later he was knocking on Wayne's door to ask for help except that it was not Wayne who answered the door, it was Wayne's nephew. 

And then he realized that his neighbor with whom he was talking and the nephew said neighbor had was Eddie Munson. 

Fuck. 

Arthur is an OC child, he's around 1yo and he's Steve half brother. For the background story : Steve's Dad cheating wasn't new to anyone but at least he was careful until he wasn't. First they wanted to just give Arthur to Steve to take care off. Away from the eyes, away from the heart or some bullshit like that but without saying too much that didn't work out like he wanted. Arthur is very similar to Steve physically speaking beside the hair. He could pass as Steve's son better than Steve's brother. I've been sitting on this idea for weeks and now that i'm back in the game (unfortunate since its exams weeks now) I will try to work on chapter three of Ghost on Film.

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Villareal Household: Chapter 5, Part 3

Starlight Accolades, here we come! In this part it's awards time, Deanna and Paris have a quick stayover, and Devin heads to set to start a new film project.

For ease of reading IF the infants are trying to say real words I'll put the English in brackets, otherwise it's babble. Luna (mummy) and Devin (mama) use some German and Italian.

Schatz (German) meaning treasure Schnucki (German) meaning sweetie but doesn't have an exact translation Bambino/s (Italian) meaning male child/children Amore (Italian) meaning love Piccolo (Italian) meaning little one Caro (Italian) meaning dear Zia/Zio (Italian) meaning aunt/uncle Tante/Onkel (German) meaning aunt/uncle Nonna/Nonno (Italian) meaning grandfather/grandmother

Devin: Mama and mummy will be back later, you get some sleep bambinos

...

Luna: Thanks so much for doing this

Paris: No problem, it’ll be fun

Luna: They will probably just nap but if you could show them the TV when best actress is up in case Devin wins. She doesn’t think she will but I hope she does

Paris: Of course. I never figured with her confidence she’d doubt winning something

Luna: The accolades are serious business. You do have our numbers right? And the emergency ones?

Paris: Oh my gosh, Luna, get out of here! It’ll be fine, I promise

Host: Welcome one, welcome all, to the very first televised Starlight Accolades in the ChangingPlumbob universe! Being televised is not the only difference in our award show tonight. To honour our nominees we have thrown away the VIP ribbon to allow everyone to bring a plus one. What’s a star without the person who helps them shine after all. Some of our nominees are also attending virtually so stay tuned for glitz, glam and winners!

Host: We have honoured our stars in many fields tonight but it is time for stars of the silver screen!

Devin and I don’t hold our breath. She got a nomination last rotation but I don’t think it’ll hold up between rotations. Plus from my investigating it’s pretty hard to get one, I think I’ll be waiting several rotations for the bling

Host: And in our final film category, best actress, the Starlight Accolade goes to…

There is a pause for dramatic effect.

Host: Devin Villareal

Me and Devin: well that’s unexpected

The audience laughs at her reaction as she receives the award.

Devin: Thank you so much everyone! I want to say even though Melodies of the City stars me, Connor and Mina, we had a whole team behind us. You’ve already honoured Levi for his wonderful direction, he truly kept us upbeat on set.

Devin: Beyond him there was a fantastic team of producers, set dressers, editors and camera operators. I want to thank especially my team in make up and wardrobe for putting up with me. Of course no acceptance speech would be complete without a mention of those we love. Luna, amore mio, I may be standing here but I couldn’t have done it without you. You and me are the best team I will ever be a part of. Thank you ma and pa for encouraging my drama! Joey, Deanna, Kelly, thanks for putting up with your intense older sister. And to my precious bambinos, you can go back to sleep now, mama will be home soon with something shiny!

Devin takes some time to pose for photos, showing off her angles. She discovers she’s a self-assured sim (honestly on brand).

Cassandra: I’m glad she got the award, the movie is so good

Luna: Tell me about it, those songs get stuck in my head every time she sings or hums them

Cassandra: Is her next one a musical

Luna: Believe it or not, it’s a superhero flick

Cassandra: I believe it, someone always seems to be releasing a new one

Devin: Who’s ready to be put in their crib by a star actress

Alfred: Mama mummy lo lo me (love me)

Luna: I think he’s ready to tick off another milestone, let me get the camera ready

Devin: Did you wait until we got home? That’s very nice of you

Alfred: Mama mummy lo lo me vee (love me very much) *waves*

Devin: Oh, oh, I think he’s waving! Are you getting it Lu

Luna: Absolutely! We’re going to send that to nonno and nonna aren’t we schnucki

Rilian: Me eed eyet (I need night night)

Devin: Mama is here piccolo mio, let’s get you back to sleep huh

Luna: Night night Rilian, night night Alfred

Devin: *switches on lullabies* Mama and mummy love you very much

Devin: You okay De? You look uncomfortable

Deanna: Well I just don’t know how to act in the presence of an accolade winner

There’s a small silence then both women burst out laughing.

Devin: Thanks for bambino sitting

Deanna: They’re pretty cute, I may have sent ma and pa about a dozen photos

Devin: As you should, they’re clearly stars. Come on, let’s take a quick video to send them

They get the photo set up and start recording

Deanna: Tonight I have the honour of sharing space with an award winning actress, also known as…

Devin: Your daughter! We love you two

Deanna: Can I check it before you send

Devin: There’s no need, we look fabulous

Deanna: Of course we do

Devin: I mean I know I’m amazing but I didn’t think I’d get one so soon

Luna: You earned every bit of that award schatz. You are dedicated to your craft

Devin: I’m just glad I have a wife who gets that acting is a skill. You’re amazing Lu

Luna: I- thank you

Devin: Now what do you say me and you have a proper celebration

Luna: *giggles* that sounds wonderful

Devin: Bambinos, waken up. I know it’s the middle of the night but dinner was so early you must be hungry by now.

Rilian continues to snore but Alfred stretches and smiles at Devin.

Alfred: Mama I an mill (can I have milk)

Devin: You’re in luck Alfred, I have brought some milk with me

After feeding Alfred and getting him back to bed Devin scoops up Rilian. He wakes up now and is eager to finish off his bottle. Luckily both boys just had gas and Devin can go back to bed without needing a shower.

Luna gets up ready for a day of work only to discover the sink in the kitchen has broken in the night. She works on fixing it despite hating handiness. Deanna enters the room to find Paris staring at the photos on the wall.

Deanna: Buongiorno baby

Paris: What does that mean again?

Deanna: Good morning, or good afternoon, or good day

Paris: Damn, I really need to work on my Tartosiano

Deanna: Don’t worry, I’ll help you

Paris: Thanks babe

Devin: Buongiorno

Deanna: Pasta for breakfast, is that a good idea

Devin: Are you questioning an award winner?

Paris laughs while Deanna simply shakes her head.

Paris: I have been wondering Devin, what language will you use with the… bambinos

Devin: Oh, good question. Probably just a mix. Luna and I both speak Simlish to communicate to each other. But she does want to teach them Windenburgish even though I don’t speak it, and of course ma and pa would kill me if I didn’t teach them Tartosiano

Deanna: Maybe you should try learn Windenburgish. I mean we already speak two languages, would probably make it easier to pick it up

Paris: Wish I could speak more than Simlish

Deanna: In time baby

With Luna off teaching Devin spends some time with the bambinos before she has to head to set. Diaper change time does not go very well for either twin but they cheer up afterwards.

Deanna: Hey Devin, where do you keep-

Rilian: Zi Zi De (Zia Deanna)

Deanna: Ahh... is he talking to me

Devin: Sounds like it

Rilian waves at Deanna who waves back.

Deanna: Well hello to you to, have you learned to wave now?

Devin looks around for Alfred so she can feed him. He has scooted himself into the hall and is having some solo tummy time.

Devin: Piccolo mio, how about some breakfast

Alfred turns himself over to his back, looks towards Devin quizzically, then blows her a kiss!

Devin: Oh my watcher that is adorable!!! I love you to caro

Alfred: Mwah me lo (I love) mama

Devin: Mwah isn't technically a word but I don’t think mummy will mind. Can you do it for the camera so we can send her some love

Alfred: Mwah mummy

After feeding both twins Devin tries to practice crawling with them.

Devin: Rilian, can you come to mama? Come over to mama

Rilian: mama no ummy ummy (no, my tummy)

Devin: Good tummy use caro. Okay Alfred, how about you, can you come to mama

Alfred: Mama ri si (Rilian silly) *giggles*

Devin: You don’t even want to turn off your back this morning? Okay, you’re the boss I guess

Rudolphus: Congratulations on the win kiddo

Devin: Thanks. And I meant what I said, thanks for putting up with me

Rudolphus: It’s my job kid, I treat people like a canvas, you display my art

...

Devin: Hey Emily

Emily: Hmff

Devin: Could I have the costume for today please

Emily: I suppose so. It’s a bit out there for my taste

Devin: Like this hair isn’t

Emily: *chuckles* fair point. You know the drill, up on the stand

Devin: Connor? Is that you?

Connor: I swear not letting me stay brunette must be a joke to the hair and makeup department

Devin: Well at least I’m joining you on the odd coloured hair boat this time

Connor: Congrats on the win, it was deserved

Devin: Is this where I say you deserved yours to

Connor: *laughs* obviously. Okay, let’s practice this thing

Devin: Let me get my notes

The actors practice until director Levi calls for them to get on the soundstage.

Levi: ACTION

Devin: You will have to fight harder than that Sparrow if you want to protect Olympus

Connor: But Captain Sigma, why are we using laser swords? They are so antique

Devin: A true hero doesn’t even need a weapon Sparrow, this is just adding extra glam

Levi: CUT! Great job you two!

Devin: Let’s take a moment to remember-

Connor: We’re friends who don’t actually want to kill each other

Devin: Exactly

Levi: ACTION

Devin: Sparrow? What are you doing here? You’re supposed to be on patrol

Connor: I am worth more than patrol. You have had it your way for too long. There’s only room for one hero in Olympus, and it is not you Captain Sigma!

Devin: Curse your sudden but inevitable betrayal

The two begin a fight scene, kicking up clouds of dust, and the battle finishes with Devin using the fake ray to paralyse Connor.

Levi: CUT! You guys had that choreography nailed

Devin: Selfie?

Connor: You’re remembering to do it before the lights are turned off, well done

Devin: Are you in shot? Say “Sigma”

La: SIGMA

Levi: Ladies, ladies… ACTION

La: I was so worried when Sparrow locked me out of the system that I had seen the last of you

Devin: Never! No matter how crazy Olympus gets, our love is my priority

Devin sweeps her co-star up in a passionate kiss.

Levi: CUT! Can I see if we got the right angles on that?

Devin breathes out, glad the gig is going well. She ends with gold level, a nice raise, and fame level lifted to a 4-star proper celebrity.

Previous Part ... Next Part

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I love your fnaf stuff so much! And I'm very sorry if you've already covered most of this, but like- any more details on Michael post-scooping? Idc whether that be how to fits in publicly (if even possibly lol), relationships he builds, his mentality, or just important events you planned for him after the scooping! Idc if it's even an AU you have, I just love how you write Michael and would love to hear more of anything! :)

cracks my fucking knuckles oh BABEY ok this is going under a read more because i know damn well this is gonna be multiple paragraphs long. Ty anon, michael afton is my favourite topic ever

Okay so, something important to note here is that even if I choose to ignore all of Dittophobia, my au still does have Sister Location occurring after FNAF 1 - Specifically late December, so like. A month after fnaf 1. It ALSO coincides with the fnaf 3 minigames that lead up to William's death. That's a longass discussion all in itself tho so I'll probably make a follow up post on that if requested

But! Post-Scoop Mike! During the time period of Ennard inhabiting his body he was essentially unconscious for the entire ordeal. Like. Yknow how majority of the ghosts are kinda lacking some level of awareness while in the suits? Yeah. Michael doesn't really remember it, but he still remembers the time passing, so it's not just. Like. Dying on the scooping room floor, then BAM! Alive on the sidewalk. It's sorta like. Yknow those movie/show/game cutscenes where everything's vague and blurry and slow-motion and the audio is funky. Like that

When he DID get his body back, for a few minutes it was sorta like. He was back to full awareness. Noticed he could see things, and that his limbs felt heavy, and that he could hear a mix of ringing and the "You won't die" line and flies buzzing around him. The sunlight felt too bright. You know when you take one of those naps that severely fucks you up, and because of that you wake up half-numb, dizzy, and disoriented? Now imagine that but a million times worse. He's in pain everywhere, his senses are readjusting, he knows he shouldn't be able to see or hear or speak but he can do those things anyway. And he can tell that despite it being a bright, sunny day, no one's coming to his aid. So he forces himself up and painfully stumbles home.

Now, well my timeline of events between SL and 3 is a bit vague, I do have the important stuff down. He gets home, and despite not having been allowed to contact his mom since late '86 (this is important and relevant guys i prommy) and having been told she was dead, he called her anyway. Long story short, one phone call later and also lots of general, messy emotional stuff, Michael. Left the state of Utah as a whole and went and lived with his mom over in California. Because of the whole being dead thing, he did kinda unfortunately sever ties with Jeremy and Henry (aka the only two living people left he even spoke to, besides William but he's a week dead by now), but like. He wasn't really sure how he could approach those situations. A guy who's lost a bunch of cognitive and motor abilities, and a man who fell into a deep depression after his daughter's death. Michael kinda saw telling them as like. I dont really have the word for it, but he saw abandonment as the better option. Figured it'd hurt them less

When it came to fitting into public, it was essentially the same as how he blends in during fnaf 6, just with MUCH darker clothes. He likely did hide away for a while, refusing to go outside, but started slowly readjusting. He didn’t make any bonds while there (unless his mom’s adoptive parents count), mostly keeping to himself. He worked, but it was always nightshift jobs where no one else would be around.

Luckily, his hygiene has gotten MUCH better! Due to being a rotten corpse, he tends to start smelling bad and being a general safety hazard rather quickly, so typically he’ll do a thorough shower in the morning, and then another quick shower at night, just to be safe. And also he wears perfume, to avoid a smell building up. Just to be safe.

About 10 years (ish. I picked a general number so I didn’t have to pinpoint exact timing) into his 30 year disappearance, his mom does unfortunately pass. Lung cancer, turns out smoking a shit ton out of grief is a bad idea. Better than the murders, probably. It was very much so a rough time for Mike, given being in and out of a hospital (bad memories from Evan’s death and Jeremy’s near-death kept him in a constant state of anxiety during this time, not to mention those events already made him plenty anxious, paranoid, and overall jumpy when in hospitals) and then the eventual death. That’s when his goal to hunt down his dad kinda went into full swing. Because, well, that last sorta tether just snapped, so now he’s far more goal oriented.

It was probably full of him following small leads. Contacting some distant relatives of his, contacting his father’s old business partners - he kinda tried to procrastinate going back to Utah (specifically Hurricane) for as long as possible. But then news about Fazbear Frights came around, and the return kiiiinda became inevitable. Because unfortunately, it was a damn good lead. Also, once again, Michael remains friendless in this time. Outside of any possible employers or the people he contacted, he hasn’t actually properly, freely spoken to anyone since his mom or grandparents. And he kinda cut ties with his grandparents out of guilt after his mom passed.

And Fazbear Frights is. Interesting! Because as he’s used to, he has to go in to meet his employer! But what he’s not used to is seeing his estranged kinda-cousin-kinda-brother whom he hasn’t seen since they were, like, 14. Aka Sammy. It’s an incredibly awkward experience all around, despite them both having somewhat similar goals. They agree to pretend not to know each other.

Work goes, well, as it pretty much does in game. Nothing special. Probably some panic and resurfacing trauma on night 2. Anyways the fire! That’s the important part!

As one would expect, Michael was quick to get out of the fire. Wasn’t exactly hard to set it - the place is old and dirty and fucking *moldy* - he just tossed a half-smoked cigarette at some loose oil or something and the bitch was ablaze.

William (slash springtrap but im just saying william for simplicity’s sake) caught him in one of the hallways. And had the fucking *audacity* to try and plead with Michael to help him out of the building. And the kicker is that if it weren’t for survival instincts kicking in and causing Michael to topple William over and crush Will’s arm with an arcade machine to keep him down long enough for a quick escape, it would’ve worked. Michael is. Uh. Very emotionally and mentally vulnerable.

A couple years pass after that, before a new Freddy’s place opens, needing someone to run it. Michael does have experience business-wise thanks to watching and learning from his dad as a kid, so it couldn’t be *that* hard, right? He applied under a fake name, got himself all disguised and whatnot, and headed in!

Michael Afton’s Emily Family Reunion Counter: 2

It did take a few minutes for the recognition to actually happen. But. Yeah it was a lil awkward. Considering Michael’s very silent and very sudden exit 32 years ago. Oh yeah also i have fnaf 6 taking place over more than just a week, stretches out from about 2025-2026. No specifics, just a general span of time. Feels more realistic to me, idk. I get the 1 week thing for gameplay/continuity reasons, but hey! This is just an au! I can do whatever shit I please!

And Iiii! Still need to actually flesh out the fnaf 6 stuff beyond my silly lil jokes. Uhh, I think majority of the stuff gets covered here? Feel free to ask further questions on anything, im more than happy to talk about it :-)