#With that being said though I'm not fussy and can get behind just about any pairing that successfully catches my attention in art or fic

[saints-who-never-existed]

what is (or are) your favorite terror ship(s)?

(pairings not the sailing vessels, tho if you have opinions on those i’d also be happy to hear them lol)

Ooh fun! :)

Slightly niche perhaps but one of my enduring favourites is actually Gore/Little.

I just really love the idea of Golden-Boy Man-of-Action Gore discovering that he rather likes being bossed around/dominated/treated like the pretty little princess he is.

And I'm equally enamoured with the notion of sweet Nedward finding that he enjoys getting to be powerful/assertive/just a bit of a sadistic wee bastard for once. ;)

[starsurface]

Ok I'm in for round 3 to request I need to see regressed Fujin and cg raiden headcanons - @plankydreamingcorner

I've got you!! :D

<3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3

CG Raiden w/ Regressor Fujin Hcs

☁️ Raiden is one of Fujin's go to caregivers

⛈️ Also one of his favorite caregivers <3

☁️ It was actually through Fujin that Raiden found out that he really liked watching regressors (he's such a good cg, fr 🥺)

⛈️ Raiden has this sixth sense that tells him if someone around him is tiny or not

☁️ Although it's also pretty easy to tell if Fujin is little or not

⛈️ Regressed Fujin is either a tiny menace, or the sweetest kid alive

☁️ Like, he'll never do something intentionally naughty

⛈️ But Raiden said no more sweets? It'd be a shame if that cup right there were to slowly make its way to the edge

☁️ Doesn't actually push it off though, he'll grt super close and then giggle and run away when Raiden gets up to stop him

⛈️ However, the cup did fall and break one time and Fujin felt terrible for accidentally hurting it

☁️ He didn't mean to!! Seriously!! He was just trying to have fun, he never meant to break it

⛈️ Luckily Raiden knew it was just an accident and cleaned up the small mess, gently explaining to Fujin that thats why we shouldn't push cups

☁️ Nowadays Fujin only does the cup push with a sippy or bottle, things he knows he can't break

⛈️ Most times Fujin listens to the rules and Raiden doesn't have the biggest bugger on his hands (that's Liu Kang's and Kung Lao's job anyhow-)

☁️ You know that scene in Lilo and Stitch b where Stitch puts on some laundry and pranced around like a superhero until Nani catches him with a disappointed face?

⛈️ ^ That's them, specifically when Fujin's pulling a prank

☁️ Fujin hides behind Raiden a lot while he's small

⛈️ Whether he's actually nervous about being small in front of someone

☁️ Or he's hiding from the grumpy monks after he made their not super important but a bit important papers fly

⛈️ Raiden got mad and lectured for it, because he's a big meanie >:(

☁️ Raiden isn't a strict cg, but he's definitely stern on certain things

⛈️ When he says no, it means no, and no amount of whining or begging can change his mind

☁️ Usually Fujin doesn't fuss much when Raiden says no, a small pout but he quickly gets over it

⛈️ Fujins actually really good at following any rules they've set, and Raiden will get him treats for being good sometimes

☁️ Fujin is a very cuddly, very clingy regressor

⛈️ Cuddles, snuggles, all that jazz

☁️ Raidens a bit more stuff when it comes to giving and receiving physical affection

⛈️ The most he usually gives are shoulder squeezes and maybe a small head pat

☁️ So the first few times Fujin clings to his arm or snuggles up against his side, Raiden doesn't exactly know what to do

⛈️ Don't worry, overtime he gets better and Fujin gets to use him like the 7 ft Teddy bear he is

☁️ Fujin adores playing outside, and Raiden kinda just follows closely behind him

⛈️ He'll let Fujin climb trees, but only lower branches, and he has to be nearby

☁️ One of their favorite activities together is blowing bubbles

⛈️ But that I mean that Raiden will blow bubbles, and Fujin will run around trying to pop them all

☁️ He gets a bit fussy when some bubbles go up a bit too high for him to pop, but will quickly get distracted by new bubbles

⛈️ Fujin is more of a softer regressor, sometimes being depicted as smaller even though he's like, 6, not 3

☁️ Raidens really good at treating Fujin like his age, but also accommodating to what Fujin wants

⛈️ Yes, six year olds can use baby bottles and anyone who says otherwise will get Raiden's wrath (after he comforts the highly upset Fujin)

☁️ Fujin usually likes more healthier options, but one of his favorite things to munch on while small are cookies and milk

⛈️ Raiden makes sure he doesn't eat too much though, mostly because hes a big meanie, mostly because he doesn't want Fujin to get a tummy ache (and he's a big meanie)

☁️ Fujin calls Raiden a big meanie to everything Raiden does that Fujin doesn't like

⛈️ Raiden's okay with the nickname, he'd rather be a big meanie than have a very upset Fujin on his hands

☁️ While Fujin is a very well mannered regressor, he also loves annoying people, specifically his brother

⛈️ He'll ask Raiden what he's going, follow him around, poke him, stand just outside Raiden's workspace so he's technically not in the room

☁️ Little Raiden gets incredibly fussy at Fujin's act, but big Raiden has much more patience

⛈️ Fujin keeps trying to steal Raiden's hat so he can wear it

☁️ He so far has been unsuccessful in all his attempts so far

⛈️ Fujin doesn't throw tantrums or hissy fits often, mostly when he's had a tough day and doesn't know how to properly communicate

☁️ Raiden will gently hold his little brother, rocking him and wiping away his angry tears

⛈️ He'll excuse any yelling or hitting (very rare, has only happened once) Fujin did, mostly because he knows Fujin feels guilty and never really meant to harm him

☁️ Those days are mostly spent cuddling and crying about big feelings

⛈️ Raidens also very good with handling Fujins nonverbal moments (personal hc that Fujin goes nonverbal when he's very angry or upset)

☁️ He'll slowly figure out what's making Fujin that upset, and make it go away

⛈️ He will also firmly hold and rock him (Fujin likes being squeezed)

☁️ That's his baby brother after all, if anyone knows how to make Fujin feel better, it's Raiden

⛈️ Fujin likes uppies, but likes running around more

☁️ Raiden’s strong, he can easily carry Fujin on his hip

⛈️ . . . But Fujin needs to stop tackling him when he was to get picked up >:(

☁ Raiden’s main CG nicknames are Bubba or Rai

⛈️ Other regressors call Raiden Grandpa Rai (because they're mean-) and one time Fujin called Raiden that and Raiden pouted foe three days straight

☁️ Almost nothing could make him feel better, and it was highly entertaining

⛈️ Also he is NOT that old and the other regressors need to start being nicer >:(

☁️ Raiden doesn't often use nicknames towards Fujin, especially when he first started watching Fujin regress, but he gets more in the hang of it as time goes on

⛈️ Sweetheart, Cloudy, Stormy, Sweetie, Fuu Fuu, all those sorts

☁️ Fujin likes coloring, and has made a picture of him and Raiden before prompting passing out because he stayed up past nap time to finish it

⛈️ Raiden totally didn't cry when he saw the words ‘Bestest Big Brudder Ever’ on it (it's hung in Raiden’s room)

<3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3

Ugh, I love the Storm Brothers. 🥺

Also, I got super, super sick recently, so these might not be the best. I can totally do or make more!! :D

[sirthisisa-wendys]

Baby Daddies: feat. The OG Black Dragons (Shinichiro Sano, Keizo Arashi, Wakasa Imaushi, Takeomi Akashi)

wc: 1.1k

tw: mentions of children, fluff

masterlist

song recommendation:

Changing Diapers - Keizo Arashi

"Keizo!"

Your shout brings the massive man out of his shed where he tinkered with his bike in peace. You meet him halfway on the patio, holding up his drooling son with your dirt-covered fingers.

"Diaper." Keizo takes the baby out of your hands without a complaint, stepping over your half-full pots and placing the child on his chest with care.

"Ooh, you stink, little man." The baby lets out a short gurgle, curling his fist into Keizo's shirt while he walks to the baby's room. "Alright, let's get you cleaned up."

The process for Keizo is simple: undo the diaper, remove it, clean, vaseline, then new diaper. He's gotten it down to a science that minimizes accidents, which astounds even you. After the first pee-mid-change, Keizo learned two things:

1. His son loves to laugh in the middle of pulling his little pranks, and

2. waiting it out is impossible.

So he's gotten it down to less than two minutes (unless it's just a disaster), and usually, the tyke isn't too fussy about being outsmarted. Usually.

Today doesn't seem to be one of those days, though.

The sharp cry once Keizo finishes changing him is not foreign, and he lifts his child up into his arms, holding him close while the baby signals his absolute displeasure.

"I know, I know. Daddy doesn't let you have any fun when you're being changed," he hums as he sways back and forth, soothing his son into less and less fussing. "Mommy always gets the worst, though. You give her the business."

"Not funny," you mutter, walking past the room with your potted plant in hand. "We can't all be the Flash when changing diapers."

"I could teach you," Keizo calls out, smiling brightly.

"You already did," you reply sullenly. "I'm still too slow."

"Mommy'll learn, won't she, little man?"

Best Gifts - Takeomi Akashi

Rattle, rattle, rattle.

"Daddy, what did you get me?"

"Open the package and find out," Takeomi chuckles, taking a glance at you before focusing back on his little girl. She tears open the wrapping and gasps, yelling and bouncing while the two of you watch and laugh.

"It's a nerf gun! It's a nerf gun!" The girl unpackages the toy with Takeomi's help, and he shows her how to load the foam bullets into the gun.

"You take each one and put them in the clip," he begins, placing each one in with calculated slowness. Your child watches intently, eyes wide as he then slides the clip closed. "Now, you have to learn how to aim properly."

Takeomi slides the target poster out of the box and goes to the opposite wall, pinning it there before stepping back. "You think you can hit the middle of this target?"

"Yes," his daughter affirms, then presses the trigger of the gun. The first bullet misses the target entirely, bouncing off the wall.

"Alright, you've got to hold it so it's steady," Takeomi mutters, showing her how to do it while positioning her arms properly. "Then make sure it's aimed properly before shooting." The bullet narrowly misses, barely two inches shy of the target.

"Okay, you have two bullets left," Takeomi notes, and the girl groans. "So what do you do?" When she takes the gun and shoots with one hand while advancing on the target, Takeomi's mouth goes dry. He's seen that technique before.

It's his technique.

"Wonder where she learned that," you muse behind him, sipping on your hot chocolate while he tries to teach his daughter that 'no, that's not how you do it when you're a beginner'.

Best Bedtime Story - Wakasa Imaushi

"The prince said, 'Let down your hair!' And what did Rapunzel say?"

"The fuck you want me to let my hair down for?" His six-year-old daughter cries out, hands thrown up in the air. "It takes a long time to get it this clean!"

"That's right," Waka replies, nodding as he turns the page. "Then the prince said, 'You're right, Rapunzel. I'll just take the stairs.' So he walked up the stairs and was met by the evil witch."

"And then he beat her ass!" His other six-year-old cries out, his fists clutched tight. "He beat her so bad that she couldn't walk for a month."

"Then he saved the princess," you interrupt, opening the door to the twin's room. "And took her to eat at a nice diner before asking if she wanted to meet up again."

Busted.

Waka swallows hard, then glances at his children, who look away from the door and at their hands.

"Right," he replies, closing the storybook.

"And then the Queen asks the King how the royal children know so many colorful words."

"And the King says..." Waka purses his lips. "That we should talk about it in the kitchen. Night, kids."

"Night," they call out, ducking under their sheets while you drag him to the kitchen.

"It's Takeomi's fault." He instantly breathes, trying to stave off the argument. "I swear. They always come home with a new word." You squint, pursing your lips while you observe him.

"That's believable," you whisper, turning around and facing the stove. "Tell Takeomi he's not on playdate duty anymore."

Best Baby Talker - Shinichiro Sano

"Ba, ba, ba, ba..."

"Ba, ba, ba..." Shinichiro answers the baby in his lap, leaning forward and smiling at the little boy. "And then what did she say?" The baby replies with a gurgle and a sharp laugh, which makes Shinichiro laugh as well. "No, she didn't." Shinichiro is fully engrossed in his conversation while you look over the couch, watching him babble excitedly with your son.

It's been like this for months, where Shin will just... talk with your baby like he can understand him. And you're thrilled to see him interacting with his firstborn like he's fully acquainted with the small child.

"Remember when we first got him?" he wonders, catching your attention.

"You mean when I gave birth to him?" you laugh, and Shinichiro smiles up at you.

"He was so small. Now he's talking and grabbing with his baby nails..." As if to emphasize his point, your son grabs Shin's skin and pinches unintentionally, making the man hiss. "Little things can cut through atoms, I swear."

Shin lifts the child up and presses kisses onto his chubby cheeks before placing him on his shoulder and standing. "This is fun," he breathes, eyes glassing over as he thinks about the future. "We should have another one."

"Not anytime soon, I hope," you sigh, running your hands over your son's face. "One is enough for right now."

"I don't know..." Shin muses. "Think he needs someone to play with."

"You're his playmate," you retort, pinching Shin's cheek. "Best Dad of the Year, remember?"

"Best Dad of the century," he replies, pecking your cheek. "Hands down."

[jaedreaminn]

Office Wars

Pairings: fem!reader x Jaemin

Theme: Fluff, Mild Jealousy, playful arguments, light crack, humour, protective.

Word count:2.2k

Gist: You were always at each others throats at work and everyone knew that and was used to that but maybe there was more than just the arguments on the surface.

"Ms. Y/l/n you're typing too loudly" Na Jaemin said with his infamous smirk plastered on his face.

A collective sigh was heard across the office. Your colleagues were all used to the usual banter that took place between you and Jaemin, easily being able to tune the noise that followed.

You however found it particularly difficult to avoid the banter when Jaemin picked at you for the most ridiculous of things.

"Oh I'm sorry Supervisor Na I didn't realise your hearing aid was on" You replied, the snark to your tone didn't go unnoticed as Jaemin scoffed but you couldn't be bothered to look away from your work.

"I don't need hearing aid to hear your keyboard being murdered, the poor thing has to recieve the brunt of your anger caused by Writer Kim"

You slammed your hands onto your table and angrily spun your swirling chair in the direction in which Na Jaemin sat.

Your anger doubled as you saw him proudly smirking from his position, knowing you just gave into his taunts but you couldn't care enough since he was the one that made the low blow.

"Don't you ever get tired idoling around and causing your co-workers headaches?" You said to the smug looking boy before getting on your feet and waking to the pantry.

Jaemin smiled as he watched you dissapeare behind the wall that separates the office and the pantry.

You made two cups of coffee, calming yourself before you walked out placing one on Jaemins table and carried the other to yours and got back to your work. At this point the office was slightly accustomed to your dynamics but it still baffled them. No one understood how the two of you worked, one minute you were at eachother throats the next second you were on the same team. And they didn't even try to understand, they just went along with it.

Like right now,

"You're going to be late for the briefing if you don't hurry your pretty little fingers up" you mocked, the cheeky grin plastered on your face clearly showed how amused you were by the fact that Na Jaemin had FORGOTTEN to prepare for today's briefing as your teams supervisors in this small publishing company.

The furiously typying man let go of his lip that was trapped between his teeth to grind them together, eyes wavering for a second to glare at you before focusing on his task at hand.

You cheerily walked away, a skip in your step as you reached the meeting room waiting for your supervisor and CEO to enter, happily chattering with your colleague Joy about the small queer owned business the two of you came across on instagram because of this month.

Soon the CEO stepped in and the room fell quite, Jaemin was still not on his seat but a minute later he walked in apologising for the delay.

A rather short and surprisingly sucessful briefing later you walked back to your desk to finish of what little work you had left before you streched, slightly pushing your chair away from your desk.

"Ready to go y/n?" Joy asked coming upto you and you grinned at her, nodding.

"Don't waste time then c'mon" you heard the annoying voice of Na Jaemin say from behind you and then saw the man in question walk past you. You glared holes into his back and Joy chuckled.

You and Joy continued to chater as you made your way to the restaurant your team always eats at, to find that your entire team was already sitting there.

"I ordered what you asked me to" Your colleague Suho said to Joy who thanked him.

You took your seat inbetween Crystal and Yangyang, which also happened to be directly opposite Jaemin.

"I ordered (insert dosh of your choice) for you" Jaemin told you and the two of your stared at eachother for a few seconds and then you smiled at him thanking him.

Everyone let out a breath they didn't know they were holding at that, expecting you to get mad at him for ordering for you without you asking him to.

The wait for the food to arrive was peaceful, except for the few snark remarks you and Jaemin exchanged but it wasn't something that people weren't used to.

Upon the arrival of your food your eyes lit up. Ever since you were a kid you loved to eat, in fact you were the biggest foodie in your family.

You excitedly picked up your chop sticks ready to dig in before a voice interrupted you.

"Your food isn't going anywhere slow down or you'll burn your tongue." Jaemin said nonchalantly and you ignored him poking out your tongue at him and immediately digging in for a big bite.

As soon as the food touched your tongue you're eyes widened at the sharp sensation caused by the heat immediately dropping the serving back onto your plate as you started to pant like a dog because of the heat.

Yangyang who was next to you noticed, placing a hand on your shoulder and picking up your glass of water with his other hand.

"Careful Y/n" he warend rather uselessly after the deed was done, bringing the cup of water to your lips so that you could wash down the heat with the cooling water.

You drank the water, hands reaching out the hold the cup on your own. Once the burning sensation cooled down, you turned to Yangyang offering him a smile while thanking him.

You're attention then turned to Jaemin who sat infront of you glaring at no one in particular, expecting him to be looking smug.

You shrugged at the change in attitude as you continued your mean, this time blowing on your food before you took a bite.

Not even fifteen minutes later you felt a kick on you shin and then looked up to see Jaemin leaving, you sighed rolled your eyes and finished the food on your plate as fast as you could before dashing out back to the office. No you didn't forget to pay, the meals were handeled by the company.

You reached the office only to find Jaemin sitting on his seat pouting angrily as he typed away. You chuckled, deciding to not indulge him as you walked back to your seat and got on with your work and ignored the way Jaemin looked at you even poutier than before.

Ignoring him was a bad choice since after that he got even more annoying, dropping more files on your desk for you to deal with, making random comments about your corrections, complaining about anything and everything and you just ignored the fussy manchild with an eye roll.

"Y/n we have to go for the mandatory company diner now." Joy said to you and you looked out the window at the end of the office to see the sky becoming a dark orange hue, it was late evening.

"I still have so much to do" you whined, letting your head fall onto your desk with a thud and Joy winced, not knowing what to say.

"Stop whining y/n and just come back and get it done. I have work to do to so I can walk with you back to the office after dinner." Jaemin said walking upto your desk.

You lifted your head sligtly to look at the tall male who was looking at you, waiting for a reply to his question and you sighed head falling between your arms again.

"We have to leave now we don't have forever y/n make a choice" Jaemin said impatiently tapping his foot on the floor.

"Okay let's go!" You said suddenly jumping up and marching towards the exit. Jaemin chuckled and Joy looked at you as if you had grown two heads but then the two of them immediately followed behind you.

The company diner was uneventful. Mr. Choi on of your clients was making what he though to be flirtatious eyes at you again but you only saw it as creepy. But you were still able to enjoy you meal, sitting between Jaemin and Joy, happily chattering away.

After everyone was done eating you knew you couldn't stay to chat and you lifted you phone off the table checking the time and signalling Jaemin who nodded and the two of you bid your goodbyes.

"I can walk you if you want y/n-shi" a rosy cheek and very drunk Mr.Choi said and you gagged.

"It's Ms.y/l/n to you Mr.Choi and there's no need I'm walking her there, making sure our employee feels safe by making sure you're not around them." Jaemin said, eyes glaring daggers and the now offended drunk man.

"You" Mr.Choi yelled pointing his finger and an unimpressed Jaemin "How dare you talk to me like that! Don't you know how important I am to this company" the angry drunk man yelled.

"Mr Choil please stay professional because it isn't that hard to find good writers, especially on to replace you." Your CEO spoke up and you had to hold back a chuckle at Mr.Chois flustered face as his mouth opened and closed not able to form any words.

"If that all we'll be taking out leave." Jaemin said grabbing onto you hand and bowing at your CEO who nodded and quickly dragged you away. You quickly bowed in respects to you CEO too before you were dragged away by Jaemin.

"I felt like punching him" Jaemin said on your walk to the office, hand still holding yours.

"Me too" you chuckled at the fuming male as you walked the rest of the way in silence, hand in hand.

You immediately rushed to you desk upon reaching your office and started typing away and Jaemin lazily strolled to his seat, doing whatever he had to do.

Half an hour later and all you had to do was send out two mails and save the document you were working on, so you let yourself relax alittle slumping back onto your chair. You peaked at what jaemin was doing and smiled. "That's a good score, must have been alot of WORK" you teased and Jaemin looked embarrassed at getting caught.

"I-i was bored okay" he said avoiding your gaze and you smiled.

"Okay"

You crossed one leg over the other, leaning over your desk to send the last two e-mails and save the document you were busy correcting.

Just as you finished with your work and sat up straight Jaemin spoke "You know when a person sits with crossed legs and their legs are pointing towards you that means they like you" he said pointing at your position and you looked down to see your leg was indeed pointing at him.

"That means you like me y/n." Jaemin said cheekily wiggling his eyebrows.

And you looked at him eyes screwed as if you were judging his entire existence, which you were "Jaemin" he hummed in reply still grining, "We're engaged it would be really weird if I didn't like you" You said and Jaemins grin grew even wider and you sighed chuckling at your happy fiance.

"Yea it would be weird" he said sliding his chair towards you, crashing into you slightly and you steadied him.

"Ahh your so cute my y/n" he said pulling you into his arms and plukering his his lips trying to kiss you but you leaned away from him just to annoy him.

"Don't avoid my kisses" he huffed pouting as he tried again but you teased him again avoiding him.

"Yah! You brat give me a kiss!" he yelled and you chuckled turning you head to give him a small peck on his nose but he had other plans immediately moving his face and his lips met yours in a sweet kiss in which you felt yourself melting into. Kissing Jaemin was always calming and he always tasted sweet even thought he drank that disgustingly bitter coffee.

You slowly felt his hands snake behind your head pulling you closer lips moving in sync as he deepend the kiss, your breaths mingled as both of you felt lightweight. You got lost in eachother for a second before you slowly pulled away resting your forehead against his. He smiled at you eyes sparkling in the dim lit room.

"If someone walked in on us right now they'd have a heart attack" Jaemin joked and you chuckled. It was an unspoken rule between the two of you to keep your relationship a secret in the office and you did that by bickering. "We should tell them now though shouldn't we?" You asked and Jaemin pecked you cheek sitting up staright, "Yea and hand them the wedding invites" and you grinned, heat rushing to your cheeks, you never got used to the fact that you were to get married to Na Jaemin, your soulmate.

Needless to say when the two of you told everyone at the office the next day you were pretty sure some of them were this close to having a heart attack. But most of them Congratulated you as you stood hand in hand with Jaemin, grinning like an idiot.

[lepusrufus]

Teeny little drabble because writing angry Mia is always such a joy. Ft a very messy sketch bc I'm slightly burnt out and can't be bothered with more detailed things.

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Miranda was extremely close to making a comment on how Mia's pacing back and forth would tear a hole through her living room carpet. The fact that it was mildly amusing kept her mouth shut, for the time being.

The woman was angrily muttering at herself while occasionally checking her phone, and who could blame her, really. She packed her things and all but ran away with her daughter the day prior, only to wake up exhausted and with a plethora of missing calls and vaguely threatening messages from the BSAA. Miranda wasn't going to go back on her word, she did mean it when she told her that she was welcomed to come to the Village would the need for a safe place arise, but the situation had to be dealt with. Having armed agents at her doorstep and threatening the deal she carefully crafted not even six months ago was not an option.

She sighed when Mia stopped pacing only to narrow her eyes at a window, set off by the rustling of branches outside. "Nobody can cross the border if I don't allow it, calm down."

"Then there's no reason to deal with them," Mia snapped back.

Another sigh and a slight eye roll. "They can't come in but that means we're also trapped in here, Mia. This has to be solved."

"You do it then."

The phone that flew in Miranda's direction was caught without much effort, almost letting out a snort at the childish retaliation. Mia was notoriously good at avoiding anything that had to do with "bureaucratic bullshit", as she liked to put it, even back in their days at The Connections. She knew her way through it, just well enough to be able to duck her head, dodge some files that would then be left in her partner's care, and move on to the more hands-on tasks. Miranda would've called it idiocy in the past, but now she could recognise it as sheer stubbornness.

"Fine," she replied, already looking through the contacts and pressing on the name Chris.

Mia widened her eyes almost comically at the abrupt compliance. She almost expected the phone to be thrown back at her face. She almost hoped that'd happen instead.

It took a total of five seconds to get a reply, the dial tone barely having time to repeat itself twice. "Mia? Where are you are you-"

"It's me."

A long pause, that dragged on for entirely too much.

"Miranda?! Where's Mia and why the fuck do you have her?!"

" 'Have her' is barely the description I would use really," she replied, an amused smirk pulling at her lips. How some people could be so dense was beyond her.

"If you touch a single hair on her or Rose's-"

Miranda took the phone away from her ear, a muffled rant going on that she had grown bored of. She pushed the small device in Mia's hands with an eye roll. "Here, take it. Try not to make them drop a nuclear bomb on us."

And with that, she stepped past her, going to sit on the couch not too far behind them where both Eva and Rose were playing with a small mountain of plushies. She didn't quite feel like getting screaming in her ear first thing in the morning. Besides, no matter what was said here, she knew a meeting with the BSAA to discuss this would be in order soon, so this phone call was nothing but a pesky personal issue between the two of them.

"Yes?" Mia's voice was almost shaky, though most of it could be blamed on those who were meant to protect them getting on each and every single one of her nerves.

"Mia, why on earth are you there?"

"I really like not having a gun pointed at my daughter 24/7, you know," she replied, eyes narrowing.

"You know that's not true, it's just part of our protocol. Nobody wants to shoot Rose."

"Yeah well tell that to the fucking idiot that almost put a bullet through the both of us because she was a normal. Fussy. Baby." Her words were now coming through gritted teeth, probably in an attempt to not scare the two infants in her vicinity by yelling.

"... I'm sorry about that. We shouldn't have assigned a rookie to you two." A deep sigh could be heard through the phone, but it did little to placate Mia's anger.

"I don't care Chris! The BSAA fucked up and your little rebel parade is not gonna fix shit!" Then, three years of frustration just washed over her and crammed themselves into her thoughts and words, coming to drip out like acid. "We moved all the way here, we did everything you asked, even went through your stupid military training that you knew was useless. You owe me."

Chris paused for a moment. He was taking the anger thrown at him rather gracefully, all things considered. "Fine, whatever you like."

"What I like is not being a goddamn prisoner Chris. You can't do shit about Rose, you're not equipped for that whether you want to admit it or not. You know who is though? Miranda!" Her words were accompanied by an angry gesture towards the other woman, who simply chuckled. She was right. "I'm not going back."

"Mia you can't stay there-"

"Book a meeting with the BSAA." She looked at a calendar hanging on the wall. "Thursday. At the southern edge of the border. I'm not coming back with you and god help you if you fucking try anything."

And then she hung up before any reply could come. She was exhausted and mad beyond belief, having spent almost six months under constant surveillance and surrounded by people that were ready to shoot both of them at the drop of a pin. Not to mention the plethora of medication meant to suppress the effects of the Mold.

She blinked in confusion when a mug was pushed in her field of vision. Apparently Miranda had gotten up sometime during the heated phone call and made tea, the sweet fruity aroma calming her nerves just a little.

She accepted the beverage and heard the other woman chuckle. "You have almost a week to prepare your speech, better make it a good one. Now come sit, I'm assuming you didn't get much sleep last night."

[cocosstories]

Pete Davidson One Shot- Jr Writer Series 5

-okay so this one is kind of out there but I love it lol you and Pete are co parents to a cute little baby. Things didn’t work out but there’s still clearly a lot of sexual tension and hidden feelings. You both love each other but both of you are being stubborn.

Warning: smut

It had been seven months since you had found Pete and he learned of your pregnancy. He had vowed that day to, get and stay clean and so far he has done well to keep his promise.

Pete had checked himself into rehab that afternoon and stayed an entire 90 days. Lorne was great, giving him the time off with the rest of the cast showing their support as well.

You had kept your word, standing by his side the whole time while he worked on getting better.

Your pregnancy had gone well, despite the stress and almost a month after he got out of rehab, you had given birth to a healthy baby boy with Pete holding your hand through the whole labor and delivery.

Co-parenting was going well. Pete was great with the baby, always willing to help out anytime you needed it. The only problem with the situation was having to be around him all the time.

As hard as you tried, you couldn't quite get over him and seeing him with your child didn't help matters.

"Hey, Y/N, can you bring me a diaper?"

Pete calls out from the nursery in your apartment.

"Here."

You walk in the room bringing a new pack with you and hand him one setting the rest of the pack on the air mattress Pete had brought over for the nights he stayed over to help with the baby, which lately, seemed to be most nights.

A few minutes later, Pete comes out to the living room where you are catching up on some trash tv and sits down next to you.

"I think he's hungry."

He says as he hands you the fussy baby. You take him without a word and begin feeding him with a sigh.

"What's wrong?"

Pete breaks the silence a few minutes later.

"Nothing."

You say, shifting a bit in your seat.

"Bullshit Y/N. We may not be together anymore but I still know when something is wrong with you."

Pete turns off the tv and looks over at you, waiting for your answer.

"Exactly Pete, we aren't together anymore and yet you are here all day every day. Every time I turn around you're there."

The words came out quick and a little more harsh than you wanted them to.

"To help with my son."

He says under his breath but loud enough for you to hear.

"Is that really why Pete? Are you only here for the baby? Or maybe you think he is a way for us to get back together. Because if that's the case, you are wrong. You cheated on me. You broke my heart. Nothing you say or do will ever change that."

You stop for a moment to take a breath, taking time to bring the baby up from your breast to your shoulder, covering yourself up and thinking about your next words.

"It may have been one of the hardest things I have ever had to do, especially with everything that has happened the last few months, but I finally got over you. You should try to do the same."

With that, you hand the baby back to his father and go to your bedroom, afraid if you stayed any longer, you would give in and tell him the truth.

"Can I come in?"

You are startled a few minutes later by Pete's voice.

"Pete, I'm tired, I just want to go to bed."

"No."

Pete says and steps forward.

"What?"

You look up and swallow hard as he closes the distance between you even more, sitting on the edge of your bed.

"No. We are going to talk about this. Obviously this is an issue and we need to fix it. For him."

He gestures to the now sleeping baby in his arms.

"Fine but I'm pretty sure I said everything out in the living room."

Pete rolls his eyes at your hostile and defensive tone, not believing it for a second.

"Look, I know I fucked up back then. What I did to you was the biggest mistake I have ever made in my entire life. I thought I had lost you forever and then you came and saved me from myself and gave me the chance to be a father to my son."

The words hit you like a brick but you do your best to keep your composure.

"Staying here and helping out all the time is my way of saying thank you. I know we are over and I would never expect you to change your mind about it. I still love you, I will always love you. I will never forgive myself for ruining the best thing I ever had in my life but I refuse to give up a chance to be in my sons life. I don't want to make you uncomfortable though, so after tonight, I won't stay the night unless you ask me to. We can sit down later and come up with a plan if you want, anything I can do to make it easier for you. But we need to figure out something ok?"

You nod, unable to speak and he gets up and leaves you alone with your thoughts.

Laying in bed, Pete's words replaying in your head until you can't take it anymore.

You get up and head to the door, stopping halfway, beginning to talk yourself out of what you are planning to do next.

"Fuck it."

You open the door and find Pete on the other side, pacing and talking to himself.

"Oh, sorry I-"

Before Pete can finish, you jump into his arms, kissing him.

"Y/N?"

Pete pulls back and sets you down on your feet, confused as to what was happening.

"Shh."

You kiss him again, pulling him into your bedroom and into your bed.

"Are you sure about this?"

Pete asks before taking things any further.

"Please."

You look up at him, desperate need evident in your eyes.

No other words were needed as you and Pete give into every urge and feeling you have been pushing away since you found him with that girl a year ago.

Pete makes love to you, the moonlight streaming in through your bedroom window enough for you to see his face.

"What does this mean?"

You and Pete are laying cuddled in your bed a while later.

"I don't know."

As good as it feels, you still can't let yourself give up and let him back into your life in that way again.

Just as Pete is about to say something, the baby starts to cry.

"I've got him."

Pete says pulling his sweats back on and heading to the babies room.

"What the fuck am I doing?"

You get up quickly and pull on your robe.

"I still love you too."

Pete is changing the baby when he hears you behind him, turning towards you.

"What?"

He picks up the baby and walks towards you.

"I still love you too. What happened tonight, you don't know how long I've wanted that. After everything, I thought I would never be able to get passed it, that I would never be able to look at you the same way but I was wrong. I love you Pete and I want to try again."

Pete's eyes light up at your words as he pulls you close to him with his baby free arm.

"But you have to swear to me you won't break my heart again. We won't survive another hit like that."

He pulls back a bit and looks down into your eyes.

"I swear on our sons life, I will never do anything to hurt you ever again. I want this Y/N, you, me and our son. I want us to be a family. A real family."

He says, this time you have no doubt that he is being totally honest.

"Okay. Then lets do it. Lets be a family."

You say and then lead him back into your bedroom, the three of you climbing into bed and drifting off to sleep, finally back together and happy, the way it should be.

[caranfindel]

Fic: You don’t know how it feels (to be me)

gen, s6 | about 3600 words | pg for language | characters: soulless sam winchester, dean winchester

synopsis: Soulless Sam tries to deal with his brother's feelings about, well, everything. Including his hair. Set in season 6, before "You Can't Handle the Truth."

An idea I had a long time ago, resuscitated by Jared's Walker haircut. The title is from "You Don't Know How It Feels" by Tom Petty and the Heartbreakers.

. . . . . .

It's a stupid case.

The manager of the county fairgrounds is a stooped, gnarled old man wearing one of those ball caps veterans wear sometimes. Gold embroidery on the dark blue hat proudly displays the name of his ship or submarine or whatever. Sam doesn't care about his ship or submarine or whatever. He doesn't care about this guy's service at all. Most days, old Blue Hat here got three meals a day and a warm, dry place to sleep in exchange for whatever he gave up. He got a pension when he was done fighting. Sam gets to scrounge for cheap food and sleep in crappy hotels when he's lucky enough to actually land someplace other than the back seat of the Impala. Sam's service to his country earned him a trip to Hell. Sam will get to stop fighting when he's dead. His only pension will be a pyre.

Sam doesn't even get to sleep any more.

(This should bother him. But the truth is, it doesn't.)

Blue Hat frowns at Sam's ID and snorts derisively. "You don't look like a Fed. You look like a goddamn hippie."

He rolls his eyes at the old man, even though he knows Dean hates it when he does that. It's something he didn't do Before, no matter how annoying or insipid the witness. Sam doesn't give a good goddamn what this guy thinks about his hair, but apparently his brother does. "He's been doing some undercover work," Dean says. "Sometimes you've got to look like a goddamn hippie to blend in."

Blue Hat sniffs his disapproval and ignores Sam for the rest of the interview, directing all of his answers to Dean. Which is fine. The old guy doesn't seem to have anything useful to add anyway. Sam leaves his brother to the pointless interview about the stupid case and wanders around the building, taking pictures of the unexplained runes that brought them here. He's bored. The sudden appearance of mysterious runes on the bland metal exterior of a county fairgrounds building feels witchy, and Sam really doesn't care about witches. Two measly deaths, quite possibly from natural causes, and now he's out here standing in cow shit. Or goat shit or pig shit. This entire day has been shit, literally and figuratively.

Dean joins him after a couple of minutes, apparently done with Blue Hat. "What do you think?" he asks.

Sam shrugs. "Too early to tell. If these runes are what Bobby thinks they are, they'll change under moonlight, but moonrise isn't until 9:05 pm."

“Jesus," Dean moans. "I can't stay awake that long. I've already gone almost two days. Let's go back to the motel and crash, and we'll hit this place again tonight."

Or not, Sam wants to say. I think you jumped on this paper-thin excuse for a job just because the alternative was sitting in a motel room with me waiting for an actual case to come up, Sam wants to say. But neither of these are things he would have said Before, and Dean is so goddamn twitchy about Sam being different than Before.

As they turn back to the Impala, Dean glances at Sam with a slight smile. "Dude's not wrong, you know."

“What?"

“You do look like a goddamn hippie." Dean's hand twitches toward Sam, like he's going to smack him on the back of the head or ruffle his hair, but he pulls back without touching him. Because they don't do that now. Casual, good-natured, brotherly contact isn't a thing now. Dean doesn't touch him unless there are injuries involved.

(This is another thing that should bother Sam. It would have, Before.)

. . .

Dean hangs his suit in the closet, sets an alarm, and collapses on top of the covers. Sam stares at his own bed. The threat of spending hours pretending to be asleep makes his skin crawl. If Dean falls asleep quickly enough, he can skip the whole charade.

“Hey, I think I'm gonna shower first," he says.

Dean doesn't open his eyes. "Just don't wake me up when you get out."

In the bathroom, Sam turns on the water but doesn't get undressed. He stands at the mirror, staring at his too-long hair. Why has he bothered to hold onto it? He remembers caring about his hair. He remembers it being a small fuck you to John, the one area in his life where he was able to cling to some autonomy. It's not that he's forgotten about that; he just doesn't give a shit any more.

And like Dean said, Blue Hat wasn't wrong. He does look like a hippie. The hair is a hazard, and it does clash with any kind of law enforcement disguise. Maybe it's time to do something about it. He has time to kill anyway, while Dean sleeps.

(Sam should care that he doesn't need to sleep any more. Dean would definitely care, if he found out. Dean cares so much about any aspect of Sam that is less normal than he thinks it ought to be. Even if it's something that makes him a better hunter. Dean didn't appreciate it when Sam could exorcise demons without killing the host, and Dean wouldn't appreciate that Sam can get so much done when he's not sleeping. He could never understand why this version of Sam is so much better than the way he was Before. It's a shame Dean hasn't discovered the option of Not Caring.)

(Sometimes Sam wonders if getting back with Dean is worth the trouble.)

(And that should bother him too.)

Sam shuts off the shower and pulls out his phone. He needs to find a barber shop in walking distance. Dean will get all pissy if he wakes up and the car is gone; less so if only Sam is missing. Luckily, there's a shop that might still be open. It's one of those ridiculous sports-themed places that presumes men are fussy toddlers who need to be distracted from the ignominy of a hair cut. At least they tend to be staffed by women, and those women tend to be prettier than average. With any luck, he can kill two birds with one stone.

When he opens the bathroom door, Dean is either asleep, or pretending to be. Sam scrawls couldn't sleep, back soon on the motel notepad and closes the door behind him as silently as possible.

(He misses his car. He didn't have an emotional attachment to it, like Dean and the Impala, but it was convenient and it suited him.)

(He doesn't actually have an emotional attachment to anything. That should bother him.)

. . .

Two stylists, both predictably prettier than average, look up when he walks in. The redhead says "sorry, sir, we're just about to close up," and continues sweeping up hair trimmings. But the brunette looks him up and down and smiles. And Sam's partial to brunettes anyway.

He gives her a once-over in return and smiles back. "Do you have time for just a quick cut? I'd be eternally grateful."

She stares at him for a minute, appraising. "Well, how could I turn down an offer of eternal gratefulness?" she says with a wink. She turns to the redhead. "Why don't you go on home. I've got this."

The redhead dumps her clippings into a trash can. "You sure?"

"I'm sure. You mind locking the door behind you? I don't want any more last-minute customers walking in."

The redhead raises her eyebrows, but gathers her purse and jacket and makes her escape as Sam settles into the brunette's chair.

“I'm Marianne," she says, as she starts to drape a cape over his shoulders.

“I'm Sam. But listen. I get too hot under those capes. Would it be okay if we skip it? And I just take my shirt off so I don't get hair all over it?"

Marianne smiles like the cat who caught the canary. "Not a problem, sweetheart."

Sam slips out of his dress shirt and drapes it over the empty chair next to him. Marianne watches him the whole time, eyes roving over the muscles exposed by his snug white undershirt. It's like shooting fish in a barrel.

He sits back in the chair and Marianne stands behind him. Her chest brushes against his shoulders. "So," she asks, "what are we doing today?"

“Shorter. Off my collar, above my ears."

She slips her fingers through his hair, measuring its length. "You sure? This length looks pretty good on you. Just needs to be cleaned up a bit."

“It's for a job. The long hair doesn't fly any more."

“Aw, that's a shame." Marianne's still running her fingers through his hair. "If you've got a lady in your life, I bet she'll miss it. A girl likes something to hold onto."

Well. The best lies are based on a kernel of truth. Sam looks into his lap and lets his smile go sad and soft. "That's kind of why I'm here. My girlfriend died and I thought I'd try to start over. New place, new job, new life. But yeah, that's always been one of my favorite things. A girl grabbing my hair in the heat of the moment. I should have tried to find someone to do that one more time before I had to cut it off."

Marianne leans forward, pressing her breasts harder against him. When he looks up, she meets his eyes in the mirror, then flicks a glance toward a door marked Employees Only. “You know," she says, "that could probably be arranged."

Seriously. Fish in a goddamn barrel.

. . .

Dean's awake when Sam gets back to the motel room, but he doesn't look up from the laptop. "Couldn't sleep?"

“I guess I napped a little in the car on the way down here," Sam lies. "And then, you know, a lot of caffeine this morning."

“Whatever. I'm not the sleep police. I hope you brought food, cause I could —" Dean looks at Sam and stops mid-sentence, mouth still open. "You cut your hair?"

“Yeah."

“Why?"

“What do you mean, why? Like old what's-his-face said, I looked like a hippie, not an FBI agent. And you've been telling me to cut it for years."

“Yeah, I have. I've been saying that for years and you've been ignoring me for years. Now some random witness calls you a hippie and you go running to Supercuts?"

Sam sighs. Dean may not be the sleep police, but he's awfully eager to step in as the hair police, enforcing his own set of laws about Sam's hair. "Why does it matter? You wanted me to cut it. Everyone wanted me to cut it. And I cut it. Can we move on now?"

It's a statement almost guaranteed to make Dean bow up in anger, but instead, he deflates. "It's just… nothing. Fine. Moving on." He closes the laptop and pulls his keys out of his coat pocket. "We've still got an hour or so before moonrise. I'm gonna go run through McDonald's. You want a chicken sandwich, or is that something else you're not interested in any more?"

Jesus Christ. This is what passes for moving on. But Sam needs that shower now, and none of this is worth arguing about.

(Few things are any more. That seems like it should matter.)

“Yeah, that sounds great, thanks."

By the time Dean gets back, the sandwich is cold and the ice in Sam's drink is mostly melted. He pretends to enjoy it anyway.

. . .

Their drive back to the fairgrounds is quiet. Dean occasionally steals an unhappy glance at Sam's hair, but doesn't say anything. Sam ignores it.

They pull into the parking lot in front of the marked building. Without even getting out of the car, they can see that the runes have changed. The broad strokes are softly luminescent, glowing a pale blue in the moonlight.

“Okay, so that answers that question," Sam says. Thank God. Now they can leave without wandering around the grounds, soaking up the barnyard smell again. Wrap this up and start working on something more important. But Dean gets out of the car and looks at Sam expectantly. Well, crap. Sam dutifully follows him closer to the building and tries to think of how he would have felt about this development Before.

“Cool," he says. Dean narrows his eyes at him. "I mean, cool that our theory was right. Not, you know, cool that someone is using this kind of spellwork to make sure their pig wins a blue ribbon at the fair. That part's… pretty awful." But Dean's still looking at him funny, so he probably overcorrected on that one. It's just hard, any more.

Dean rubs the back of his neck as he examines the glowing runes. "If that's all they're doing, more power to them. I couldn't care less. But we need to make sure that's all they're doing. I mean, people died, Sam. We need to figure out if this is why." He pulls out his phone. "Gonna take some pictures to send Bobby." There's no reason to remind him they already have pictures. If Dean thinks additional pictures are more effective and efficient than "just like this, but glowing blue," that's up to him. Sam will most likely solve the damn case later tonight anyway, while Dean sleeps.

And he almost does. Dean knocks back a couple of glasses of whiskey when they get back to the motel, and falls asleep pretty soon after that. Sam doesn't bother to feign sleep — Dean doesn't seem to care, right now, whether his brother gets any sleep or not. But when Sam realizes his own photos missed a crucial corner of the building, he opens his brother's phone and finds his last text to Bobby. There's only one picture, and it's not glowing runes. It's him. Just a dark, slightly blurry picture of Sam, obviously taken earlier that night at the fairgrounds. And a text conversation.

See, I told you, it's short. I don't know what's going on. I swear he's just different.

Yeah, I get it. It's different. He's different. But what'd you expect? Of course he's not the same as he was. Hell changed him.

It didn't change me this much.

His Hell wasn't the same as yours. I know it didn't last very long, but remember, he was in the cage with the devil. We don't know what happened to him in there. Give him some time.

Well. Fuck. Dean's talking about him behind his back. Dean doesn't trust him. Dean thinks, once again, that something is wrong with him.

(That would have hurt, Before. Now it's just an annoyance. A distraction. Something to be dealt with.)

Yes, Hell changed him. Hell burned away all the crap, all the useless feelings, the guilt and shame and fear of failure. Hell purified him. Hell carved out the weakness and left nothing but pure, strong hunter. Dean, of all people, should appreciate the result. But Dean does not, and now Sam has to cater to his tiresome attachment to everything Sam was Before.

Fine. He can make that work.

Sam quietly puts Dean's phone back on the nightstand. He strips down to boxers and his t-shirt, sets an alarm, and crawls into bed. Pretending to sleep is tedious, but a couple of hours of boredom right now might spare him weeks of Dean's moodiness about him being different.

(As if Hell could leave you untouched. As if anyone in their right mind would expect that. As if Dean himself didn't know this first hand, for fuck's sake.)

. . .

Sam spends the next day focusing on acting the way he did Before. When his alarm goes off he stretches, yawns, and pretends he had a good night's sleep. He goes for a run, brings back coffee, showers quickly, and rolls his eyes when Dean makes a crack about him being able to spend less time in the shower now. At breakfast, he smiles at the (cute, definitely worth a bang) waitress, but doesn't flirt or even check her out as she walks away. He's figured out that Dean wants Sam to want to get laid (but not too much; he's definitely not supposed to want it as much as Dean wants it) but for some reason doesn't want him to actually get lucky. And he definitely would have gotten lucky. He spends the day looking empathetic, acting like this whole thing hasn't been a colossal waste of time. Like he cares about everything. About anything.

(God, it's exhausting.)

It turns out the deaths probably don't have anything to do with the witch at all. They return to the fairgrounds one last time, where Sam plants hex bags and paints runes on the corners of the building that will block the witch's simple spells - not that he cares whether the witch achieves anything or not, just on principle. His own runes are small and subtle enough that this novice witch (they must be a novice; no one with any experience would be naive enough to make their work so noticeable) won't even know they're in place. And if the witch escalates, well, that's not exactly Sam's problem.

When he's finished, he wipes his hands on his jeans and says "We should get Chinese for dinner. When's the last time you ate a vegetable?" Because monitoring everyone's vegetable intake is something he did Before.

They're finishing Chinese takeout in their motel room (beef with broccoli for Dean, eggplant in garlic sauce for Sam, because occasional bouts of vegetarianism were also a thing he did Before) when he catches Dean looking at his hair, very clearly wanting to say something.

So. It's go time.

Sam tries to make his eyes big and sad. The puppy dog look, Dean always called it. It was never intentional Before, but now he has to work at it. "Listen," he says. "I owe you an apology. I haven't been telling you the whole truth."

“No shit," Dean says. He's trying to sound nonchalant, but his body language screams that he's bracing for something. "So, spill it. What's your big confession?"

(That I don't care about any of this. This piddly little case. My hair. You. Nothing. And you can't imagine, Dean, you cannot even begin to imagine the incredible freedom of not caring. I wish you could, but you just can't.)

No, he can't say any of that. But the best lies are built on a kernel of truth.

Sam takes a deep, anxious breath and looks at Dean. No, wait. Look away. "You know, I told you I don't remember Hell. And I really don't. Not consciously, anyway. But when we were fighting those demons a couple of weeks ago, one of them grabbed me by the hair, and I felt something… it was a sense memory, I guess. It felt like Hell, for some reason. Like it was something that happened to me in Hell, someone grabbing my hair and pulling my head back and getting ready to cut my throat or… whatever."

He doesn't have to elaborate on whatever. Dean knows the whatevers of Hell better than anyone. He's probably dealing with a little sense memory of his own right now, of clutching someone's hair and pulling their head back in preparation for whatever. And now Sam does look at his brother, who is staring at him with wide, horrified eyes.

“Ever since then," Sam continues, "I just feel like I've been on the verge of remembering something. Something I don't want to remember. And I'm tired of worrying that I'm gonna have a Hell flashback every time I wash my hair."

Dean looks like he's going to vomit. Perfect.

“I'm sorry," Sam says. "It threw me, and I just didn't want to talk about it. But I shouldn't have kept it from you."

For a second, he's sure he has gone too far. Dean is going to say what's this bullshit, Sam, you would never apologize for something like that, so tell me what's really going on. But he doesn't. He stares at Sam for a minute, then looks away and wipes a hand down his face.

“Yeah, okay. Okay. You, ah. You good now? Is it working?"

Sam shrugs. "Hard to say. It hasn't been very long. But yeah, I feel a little more… stable, I guess."

And then it’s time to go for the kill.

Sam gives him the sad smile. (He never used to think of it as a sad smile; never used to think of it as anything at all. It was just what his face did. Every expression requires so much thought now.) "Listen. I know things are weird. I know I'm weird. Different. I know it's hard for you. If this is all more than you want to deal with right now, I understand."

Dean frowns. "What are you saying?"

“Just, I can go back with Samuel and his crew if you don't want to do this any more. You and me, I mean. No hard feelings, I promise."

Dean's face crumples. "What? No, fuck, no, Sam. I don't. You and me, we're good. I'm just getting used to things. That's all."

“Okay." Sam gives his best approximation of a grateful smile.

“So. Uh." Dean looks around the room nervously, like he's waiting for the other shoe to fall, then stands. "I think I'm gonna go get a drink. You wanna come with, or…"

Even if Sam believed Dean really wanted him to come along — and he doesn't; this is obviously Dean's way of retreating from a situation he doesn't want to think about — pretending to sleep when Dean's gone is one of the easier ways of making it look like he actually does sleep sometimes. "No. I'm beat," he says. "I think I'll just go to bed."

“Okay. Yeah. That sounds like a good idea." Dean takes his keys out of his pocket and anxiously tosses them in his hand. When he finally does turn to Sam, he looks at his hair, not his eyes. "Hey, you know, it does. It does look good on you."

Sam ducks his head shyly, like someone who's not used to praise. Who doesn't think he deserves it. "Thanks." When he looks up, Dean is already halfway out the door, putting as much space between himself and his little brother's hellscape as possible.

(Seriously. Fish in a fucking barrel.)

[iaal]

Alright then here's another ask you can answer as crack ! What would it be like to share a bed with the men from the trash quartet ? Not really to get down to kinky business, just you know ye old trope of "oopsie looks like there is only one bed in this hotel room"...I'm so cliche Imma go hide in a hole (if Illumi isn't already in it)

Thank you so much for the ask! I don’t know if I answered how in the way you hope but it was very fun to write! I just wanted to make drabbles for the trash but Hisoka end up taking too long. I’d like to say I’d do all of them eventually but now I don’t make promise I’m not sure to keep. I didn’t get it proof read so it might be worse than usual.

WARNING: NONE OMG AM I WRITING FLUFF NOW?????

Hisoka:You paused with your fist mid air. Were you sure of this? Really very sure? It looked like an incredibly bad idea now didn’t it? You were half tempted to just go back, the other half was your muscles screaming exhaustion and the promise of a comfy bed just a door away.

You took a deep breath and knocked.

“Do you want something?” Hisoka’s infuriating smile greeted you as soon as he opened the door. Yup, bad idea.

“You got the last room…and… you said I… we could share,” Here you go, you’ve been so cocky earlier laughing at even the idea of sleeping in the same room as him and look at you now, not even looking him in the eyes, stuttering like a child .

When the clerk told you Hisoka just booked the last room and there was none free unless a last minute cancellation you were still pretty confident.A dozen room or so, you were certain at least one person wouldn’t show up and at this hour you’d be fast asleep, sinking in a soft and warm mattress. Tough luck.

“Oh? What made you change your mind? Didn’t you said you’d prefer to, and I quote “Sleep deep in the asshole of a musty boar” than share a room with me?” he emphasized the musty boar part with a nose wrinkle.

Well you did said that. Shit. It’s fine, you could just go back to the lobby and sleep on a chair. It’s already been 4 nights sleeping in the forest, what’s one more? At least you’re not in the cold anymore. No way you’ll apologize to him. It’s fine even if he’s going to enjoy the comfort of a bed and you won’t. The last part made you irrationally angry. He had to endure the same condition than you during the mission but he always looked fresh and rested, you needed a good sleep way more than him.You chewed your lips looking down, thinking what’s more worth to you right now. The bed or your pride.

“So what? Are you so petty you’re taking your offer back for that?” Pride it is then. “Besides there’s no boar asshole around for me to sleep in, you’re the second worst choice,” you added, doubling down on the rudeness. You’re already fucked, at least it’s best to vent than to grovel and be said no.

Hisoka looked at you for a second and lifted a hand to his mouth and…laughed, his shoulder shaking and his other arm gripping at the door frame for support.You blinked once, twice, shrugged and decided is was as good as any “we’re good” declaration.

“I knew you wouldn’t hold a grudge,” you grinned and patted him on the shoulder on your way inside.

“You’re really shameless, you know that?” Hisoka chuckled and closed the door behind you.

“Thanks,” you threw your bag in a corner of the room and prepared yourself to jump on the inviting bed wen something stopped you by grabbing your collar.  Hisoka was holding you with a scowl on his face.

“Don’t even think of touching the covers before taking a shower,” he sighed when you looked at him quizzically, “you’re dirty,’ he concluded.It was really not that bad, just some road dust, mud and maybe a bit of dried blood. You sniffed yourself and you’ve known worse, you didn’t understand why he was so fussy about so little.

“I’ll take one in the morning, I’m too tired now! And we’ve bath this morning in the lake so I’m good,” you lose your jacket so Hisoka didn’t have a grip to prevent you for reaching the bed, you jumped, ready to be engulfed by silk and feather. And got pulled back. Landing painfully on your ass. Ah, Bungee Gum.  So close to your goal your forgot about that.

“My, my. What I’m going to do with you,” he said crouching beside you and poking at your cheek “I could pin you to the wall all night. I’m sure your cursing would lull me to sleep in no time,” you didn’t even tried to struggle, you knew it’ll only exhaust you more. Glaring didn’t take much effort though. “Or you could go take a shower like I asked and enjoy a good night sleep. Your choice,” Hisoka wasn’t impressed with your glaring and kept poking at your cheek, dodging every time you tried to swat his hand.

“Fine, you win…” begrudgingly you stood up and walk in the direction of the shower.

“Oh and there’s no use if you put back your clothes, there’s bathrobes in the drawer.” he pointed.

You almost fell asleep standing down under the hot water but it was worth it. It eased the pain in your sore body a bit and you felt the knot on your shoulder untangled. With a content sigh you washed away the rest of the shampoo and turn off the water. You stepped out and enveloped yourself in a towel and brushed your hair. It did feel good and Hisoka won’t have anything to argue about now. The bed was yours.

“Much better,” Hisoka hummed when you exited the bathroom, nodding appreciatively at how the bathrobe was clinging at your still damp body. “Should we go to bed now? We’re not in an hurry tomorrow but it’s best to be on our way as early as possible” he noted.

“Yeah, yeah you don’t have to tell me twice. I’m ready to pass out,” you grumbled, falling on the mattress. Finally, softness, fluffiness, everything was perfect, this right now was the best day of your life you had no doubt about it. You rolled on yourself with as much grace as a baby penguin and got under the covers. You smiled  appreciating your body getting warmer and the softness of the sheets on your skin.

It was a perfect moment, you were so close to attain bliss. So why does Hisoka had to be naked right now?

“Are you kidding? Can’t you at least keep your underwear??” you snapped. You just wanted to sleep, now you’re going to be too preoccupied about his dick flapping around under the cover to really rest. You knew it was a bad idea, it was going too smoothly so far, there was no chance you could have a pleasant uneventful night.

“Do I need to remind you that’s my bed you’re getting comfortable in right now? If how I sleep displease you you’re free to sleep somewhere else,” he turned off the light and lied beside you. Maybe if it was before you were already tucked in you would have slammed the door and go find a corner to spend the night but now it was way too hard to leave your comfy nest.

“Don’t try anything weird,” you warned, and you knew it was like asking the sun to stop shinning.

“I wouldn’t dare,” he whispered in a low voice way too close to your neck.

Slowly you started to drift away, your body relaxing while you lost focus on what was around you. When he’d put his hand on your hips you said nothing, same as when he placed his head on the crook on your neck. Giving him attention would only encourage his teasing, as long as he’d let you sleep you decided to not think too hard about it, it’s just Hisoka being Hisoka. Nothing to get worked up about. When he pressed himself against you, your patience ran out and you throw an elbow as hard as you could in the direction of his ribs.He intercepted the blow effortlessly, he was waiting for it.

“Cut the crap Hisoka, I want to sleep. Don’t be an asshole,” you barked, scouting away for him as much as you could.

“The bed isn’t big you know,” he whined, “There was barely enough space for me to be comfortable when I was alone, but with you…” he sighed.

“You’re full of shit,” you answered.

He’d find more and more excuses to…to what exactly? You didn’t know but you you were sure if this continues you wouldn’t get any rest and you were too tired to argue all night long.

“Put back your underwear and you can play big spoon all you want,” sometimes you have to lose the battle to win the war and now was one of those moment. If he’s satisfied with that it’d have been worth it.

After a moment of silence you heard Hisoka getting up and you tried really hard to fall asleep in the short respite.

“All done, are you happy now?” you could hear his grin and it was pissing you off.

Hisoka came back next to you pressing himself closer, one harm around your waist and placing another under your neck.Is he a fucking octopus you thought when he start putting a leg between yours and encircling your thigh with the other. You could barely move and  you weren’t much comfortable.

“How am I suppose to sleep when you’re trying to smother me,” you tried to wiggle a bit to get more room but it was futile.

“You said I could play big spoon all I want,” he held you closer ,humming when you tried to get away. “Although, I should warn you,” he breathed in your ear, “if you keep moving so much I’m not sure I’d be able to calm down.”Immediately you stilled yourself. Slowly, without rubbing on anything you wouldn’t want to awaken, you tried to find a good position.

Hisoka chuckled and turned you around so you’d face him. Having your head on his shoulder was surprisingly comfortable and you were able to put a bit of distance with his lower half. For a moment you struggled to find where to put your arm but he took it and put it around his waist.

“Better?”, he asked, gently rubbing your back . The touch was soothing and his slow breathing was lulling you to sleep.

“It would do,” you answered yawning. Hisoka was so hot, you found yourself nuzzling closer just to be more engulfed in his warmness. It was nice and snug, you didn’t even noticed falling asleep.

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You didn’t know what time it was. It was still dark outside, it’s was too early to waking up and all you wanted was going back to sleep but you were hot. So hot.Hisoka nice warmth was now a furnace and you were sweating profusely, trying to get out of his iron grip to cool yourself a little.  Kicking him didn’t work, he was still lightly snoring and the only reaction he had was to tighten his embrace.

Being agitated only made you hotter so you calmed yourself to try to think of a way to waking him.First you tried to call his name, increasingly louder but he only frowned and grumbled something. You tried biting his neck but stopped really quick when he started moaning in his sleep. Violence, in this case, was not the answer.An idea was on your mind but you were reluctant to try it, it could backfire nastily and wouldn’t let you sleep more.

After 20 minutes of suffering this heat you were ready to try anything. Carefully, you positioned yourself the best you could with the little room you had to protect your vitals and you let it out.A big wave of murderous aura poured out of you.

Hisoka eyes snapped open immediately, you barely had time to block when his hand hit, only throwing you on the opposite wall rather than taking your head off. You lied still on the floor, enjoying the coolness. Nothing broken, it was worth it.

“What are you doing?” he questioned gruffly. He was looking around, still half asleep trying to understand if the blood lust was targeting him or if there was a danger he wasn’t yet aware.

“I was too hot and you wouldn’t budge and I couldn’t wake you up,” you turned on your stomach  to cool all of your sides, smiling. This time was definitely the best day of your life, if felt so good to be free. Hisoka was watching you rolling around on the floor, his brows raised high.

“Do you have any idea of how dangerous it was?” he started laughing without waiting for your answer. A real, loud, belly laugh, for once. You ignored him, your face still pressed on the cool tiles of the room.

After a while, he calmed himself and sat next to you. “Here, look,” he put his hand on your forehead, you were ready to push it away, you’ve worked hard to get cool, you didn’t want his scorching skin on yours. But the touch was fresh, nothing like how it felt a few minutes ago.

“How?” you asked.

“It’s a secret ~ ♣” he smirked, “Come back to bed, I promise it’ll be more pleasant now,” You hesitated a moment and followed him back.

He still held you but his arms were looser around you. Hisoka was more touchy, his hands trailing on your thighs, collarbone, arms… however you didn’t pushed him away. Even if he was warmer than the floor the contact was pleasant.

This time you awoke to Hisoka’s head buried in your chest, his hands resting on your ass. You punched him in the head.

“Good morning,” he crooned.

“Get the fuck off”, you couldn’t even open your eyes in peace.

“That’s so rude. You were so cute when you were asleep, clinging to me and nuzzling like a kitten,” he lifted his head to offer you his brightest smile, still holding you.

Another punch in the head and you got out of bed.

After getting yourself ready, you sat down for a coffee, Hisoka joined you on the small table, his chin resting on his hand.

“I was the one making a reservation for all the rooms available,” his tone was flat but there’s was a glimmer in his eyes. He was waiting for your reaction.

You almost spat out your drink. This fucker. This disgusting son of a bitch. Of course he would. You complained about how tired you were and how you’d kill for a night in a proper bed the last couple of days. You walked right into his play. And now he confessed to you just to get one last kick out of it.

“Good for you,” you wouldn’t get the satisfaction to let him get under your skin, “I hope you enjoyed it because it’ll freeze in hell before you get another chance.”

Hisoka stood up and gave your head a pat.

“Well, I should get some warmer clothes then.”

[imo-chan-imagines]

『 Haikyuu!! Week 2020 | Day 2 』

· Sept. 26th → One Ball, Heart and Soul ·

Characters: Sawamura Daichi, Testurou Kuroo, Bokuto Koutarou, Ushijima Wakatoshi, Oikawa Tooru, Terushima Yuuji

Prompts: A. favourite position/role + B. travel/journey

Tags/warnings: Haikyuu!! (anime), PG, fluff, crack, headcanons, HaikyuuWeek2020

A/N: I found it so hard to pick a favourite position/role, because they're all so interesting and important, and I love everyone 😭 But I settled on the role of captain because of the headcanons I thought of. Captain Sqaud, assemble! So, want to find out what these boys are like on a road trip?

(Just to be clear, I do love all these guys. None of this is hate 😂) All my Haikyuu Week 2020 posts will be SFW, but I have some NSFW stuff on my blog, too. Feel free to check that out~ Thanks for reading! Please enjoy ♡ Imo~

☆ Sawamura Daichi ☆

Dad-chi™

Comes prepared with all the food, drinks, snacks, med kit, camera – literally everything you could possibly need on a road trip

Plans out the route beforehand down to the tiniest detail nothing gets past this man

As well as multiple backup routes in case there's diversions etc.

Plans for regular breaks at two-hour intervals where everyone can pee, stretch their legs, buy anything they need, etc.

He's the one who's driving he's not letting anybody else get a scratch on his van, lmao

And he's good at it

No speeding he's a cop, y'all but he doesn't dawdle either, no running red lights, turns corners well, keeps an even foot on the gas, etc.

Just a good time, tbh

Nobody is getting car sick because of him that would be a damn disgrace

"Stop fighting right now, or I'm turning this van around"

And will actually do it if you don't stfu, lmfao

Don't even think about making a mess and dropping your rubbish in the van you'll be walking home

Everyone else thinks his music is boring and for old people, but Daichi honestly doesn't care

Besides, it's either that or no music at all, because he needs to concentrate on the road

He takes this shit seriously. People's lives are in his hands, dammit!

☆ Testurou Kuroo ☆

Likes to switch between driving and riding shotgun/being designated navigator

Is fairly decent at both

Is constantly eating something but, like, he probably doesn't even know what it is

Some kind of edible is shoved towards his mouth by whoever's riding shotgun, and in it goes shut up. Not like that, you cretins 😂

Somehow manages to behave like an overbearing grandparent and an overexcited child at the same time?? Nothing new there, I guess 😂

I'm sorry, Kuroo, I love you. Please don't be mad 😭

Has a banging playlist full of throwback songs from the 90s and early 2000s

Drums along sofly on the steering wheel or dashboard constantly

HATES driving in rain he's low-key terrified he's going to aquaplane

Likes driving with the windows wound down and feeling the wind in his hair

Will plan the route, but then forget to save it/print it off, etc.

Cannot work Google Maps or SAT-NAVs to save his life Kenma, please help him

Actually packs properly balanced meals, but is heavy on the snacks, too

You'd think he'd drive too fast, but he's actually really responsible

Constantly telling dad jokes to try and keep people amused the groaners are the best

Would probably fight someone at the gas station if they started being a dick and causing trouble

Kuroo, baby. I love you, but please don't get arrested 😭😂😭

☆ Bokuto Koutarou ☆

Dear God, do NOT let him drive leave it to Akaashi, I'm begging you

Has really bad spacial awareness in a vehicle and drifts all over the place

Probably speeds without even knowing it, too

Likes to ride shotgun, but is a terrible navigator, so is nearly always made to ride in the back

Is the loud one that moves around too much and blocks the rear view mirror strap him in tight, Akaashi

Belts along at the top of his voice to whatever music is playing, he's not fussy

Was told to pack essential items in his backpack and proceeded to fill it with sweets and snacks and a pack of condoms??? and thought he did good

Bokuto: Bro, you said they were essential

Akaashi: NOT FOR EVERY SITUATION

Rarely ever has to pee, but when he does, it's always miles away from any service station, and he has to hold it for hours

Has definitely peed at the side of the road multiple times because he couldn't hold it any longer, but he wasn't even embarrassed as numerous cars zoomed past

Likes sticking his head out the window like a dog on the motorway which gives everyone else heart attacks

Like, get the hell back inside you maniac 😭

If the car has a sunroof, he's 100% standing up through it with his hands in the air just you try and stop him

And they will. Everyone will try

"HORSES!!"

Will get out of the car in traffic jams to find out what's going on and end up chatting with random strangers until it starts moving again

And he's very sad when he has to leave his new friends. Droopy hair and emo Kou for the next 2 hours :(

Unironically enjoys playing 'I Spy' for hours at a time

Is a bit much to handle in such a confined space for hours on end, but he's just so excited for the road trip

Will fall sound asleep in a matter of minutes if you set him up with a travel pillow and it's freaking adorable!!

☆ Ushijima Wakatoshi ☆

No music whatsoever it's distracting. Why would he want it?

Okay driver, brilliant paper-map navigator

Will sit and do absolutely nothing but stare out the window the entire trip if he's neither

Breaks too hard and accelerates too fast, though

Is also kind of heavy-handed with the gear stick he may or may not have snapped one off before...

Never give him a SAT-NAV, though, because he will follow the directions with 100% accuracy and end up driving through a wall or some shit don't try and deny it

Does he ever even blink when he's looking at the road? We may never know

Might be astral projecting, who knows

Forgets people need toilet breaks but refuses to make unscheduled stops

"Just hold it in"

Uh-huh, sure. That's how that works, Toshi

No snacks

Or rather, no fun snacks. Protein bars and mineral water all the way, babyyyy 🙃🙃🙃

Could probably drive all through the night without taking any breaks but that's irresponsible

Don't do it, kids

Will likely devour the entire KFC menu at the service station he's big, okay? He eats a lot

Is prone to leg cramp after long drives oh look, he needs a massage 😏

Doesn't get car sick. Ever. Upset stomachs are for the weak

Has garbage and recycling pouches on the backs of the front seats use them correctly, or feel his wrath

Isn't exactly a barrel of laughs, but it's somehow endearing just like always *happy sigh*

But it's actually a good thing

There's no hidden side to Ushi or any bad or annoying habits that come out of the woodwork on a long road trip

He's just the same old reliable, adorably straightforward Ushijima ❤

☆ Oikawa Tooru ☆

Calls shotgun and demands the aux cord every. Single. Time but it's pretty decent music, so no-one really complains

Not that he's any good at navigation pray for Iwa-chan

Is constantly taking selfies, making TikToks, and documenting the trip on his social media

#ROADTRIP #SQUAD GOALS #BETTER THAN YOU

Will send all the photos in the group chat when it's over, and they actually come out pretty well

Will not stop complaining if the air conditioning is busted and Iwa-chan will threaten to dump him in the middle of nowhere if he doesn't can it 😂

Iwa-chan: I shoulda left you on that street corner where you were standing

Oikawa: But'cha dIDN'T

Bonus points if you get that reference, lmao

Has to keep taking breaks because his butt hurts when he sits down for too long because it's fLaT

I'm sorry, Tooru 😭😭 Forgive me. I love you, really

Is constantly on his phone

But he points out pretty views and interesting sights to everyone all the time awww

Low-key needs to pee all the time, but gets defensive if someone brings it up please stop bulling him, travelling is hard

"Are we there yet?"

Seems kind of annoying, but is actually just genuinely excited to go on a road trip and spend time with his friends 😭😭

Buys matching souvenirs for everyone in secret to surprise them with 🥺

When people complain about all the photos, souvenirs, and enthusiasm, etc. and ask why he has to keep doing it, Oikawa says:

"I want to remember as much of this as possible. I want us all to remember as much of this as much as possible," with a sweet little smile 😭😭😭

And that's when everyone realises how mean they've been to him about being over-the-top and irritating, and they all feel terrible

Just like in the freaking anime, man

☆ Terushima Yuuji ☆

Will hijack the aux cord to play his incredibly niche music taste

Feet up on the dashboard when he rides shotgun

Shoes on is bad enough, but shoes off just stinks up the entire car you have to roll all the windows down, lmfao

Will break all sorts of road laws if you let him behind the wheel please don't

Daichi will come and arrest him 😭😭

Lives on energy drinks

That's all the drinks he packs. Nothing else

Travels in sports wear and sliders yes, even though you reallly shouldn't drive in sandals

Like he knows or cares 😭

Will chat to girls at the gas station and ask for their numbers, even though he's never going to see them again

"You never know, man! It could be, like, fate or something"

Yes, Yuuji, you do. And it's 'or something'

Thinks it's a good time to sext his current booty call because, like, he has hours of free time. What else is he going to do?

Probably forgot to pack actual food

Has to live off of snacks and cheap service station food for the duration of the trip

But not his own snacks, of course. Everyone else's one doesn't keep friends and buy one's own snacks

Genuinely doesn't realise if he's being gross or annoying, so let him down lightly like a bro and he'll probably make an effort to stop

Doesn't plan the route or anything, even if he's driving. Just punches it into Google Maps as he sits his ass down on the day and trusts it to get him there in one piece and on time

Entire Johzenji team: Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death...

For some reason knows how to change a flat tire, though, so he's good for something, I guess 😂😂

Probably saw a YouTube video on it. Maybe a WikiHow article

Somehow still manages to be an endearing part of the trip??

He smiles a lot and makes a lot of jokes, particularly when things go wrong, so it keeps everyone's spirits up

It definitely wouldn't be the same without him

© imo-chan-imagines 2020

[nahimjustfeelingit-writes]

Imagine:

Erik and the Readers first Christmas together

Santa baby

Just slip a benzo under the tree for me

A '98 convertible, light blue

I'm looking for a fly guy, like you

So hurry down the chimney tonight

“Erik, what happened to my pretty black angel with the curly hair?”

Y/N didn’t notice it when they put the tree up a week ago but the angel that she purchased on Etsy couldn’t be found. The top of the tree was bare and that irritated her.

“I don’t know, girl, check the living room, next to the couches.” Erik yelled from their bedroom. Y/N went looking for it, finally coming across a UPS package. It had her name on it and when she used the box cutter in the living room to open it, sure enough, it was the damn angel.

“I’ve been so busy shopping I forgot about this pretty ornament.”

Y/N climbs the stairs, finally at the top and placing the angel at the top of the tree. It was complete. Y/N’s first Christmas with Erik was going to be special. It was her first time in a big ass house too. Just wait until her family comes over tomorrow evening for dinner.

“Aight, so I need your opinion.”

Y/N turns around to face her husband. He was wearing a Santa Clause onesie with the front zipped down to just about his crotch, the Santa hat tilted on his head showing a sprinkle of his dreads. He looked like a Christmas treat forreal.

“You putting Saint Nick ass to shame!”

Erik starts to pose, dipping low like he was in a prison photo. She giggles, wishing she had her phone. Y/N walks up to her man, wrapping her arms around his neck. Her nose couldn’t miss the smell of the gingerbread body butter that she made especially for him.

“You smell just like a cookie,” she pressed her nose into his solid chest.

“And so do you,” Erik was referring to the sugar cookie body butter on her skin, “Where is your sexy Mrs. Clause outfit?!”

“It’s supposed to be for tomorrow so we could do our Christmas role play not tonight! That’s why I wore this,” Y/N shows Erik her fitted pajama onesie with candy canes and hot cocoa mugs on it. She had a cute butt flap on it too and her toes were covered. It was fucking adorable.

“Damn, I was just gonna wrap my dick in a bow and carry a can of whipped cream.”

“I mean,” we can do that too.” She wagged her eye brows at him.

“So, should I take this off?”

“No! Keep this on tonight, and do the other thing with the bow tomorrow.”

“You just wanna unwrap this dick.” Erik laughs.

“I mean, it is a gift; a blessing,” Y/N drags Erik towards the steps, “now lets go! We gotta make some caramel hot cocoa and watch Polar Express!”

“Big ass kid.” Erik jokes.

“Says the guy who recorded Rudolph The Red Nose Rain Deer to watch.”

Finally downstairs, they both make it to the large chef kitchen, Y/N’s early Christmas gift ; a mixer for baking, sitting right on the counter with a gold bow. She still had the “12 days of Christmas” suprise Erik planned. Y/N was being nosy and she discovered that her first gift was going to be an all white Jeep with a big pretty red bow. His early gift was a rather expensive set of weaponry that included chrome gold guns and daggers. He was so damn hype about that.

Erik gets the heavy cream from the fridge plus the whipped cream. Y/N grabs the jumbo marshmallows from the cupboard and the hot cocoa mix with caramel drizzle. Erik was at the stove now, pouring the heavy cream into the pot to heat. Y/N grabbed two mugs; one Harry Potter and the other with a mistletoe. She was using the Harry Potter one. She takes the caramel drizzle, squirting some all over the bottom of the cups.

“Yeah, don’t be shy with the caramel, girl.”

Erik was in the middle of stirring the heavy cream, not even noticing Y/N sneaking up on him from behind. She placed a little bit of caramel on her finger before rubbing it onto his cheek. She squeals from him grabbing her hand, pulling her towards him and rubbing his cheek against hers so she could have some too.

“Eek! Erik, Stop!”

“I know you ain’t telling me stop when you started with me first!”

Y/N rubbed her sticky cheek. She stuck her tongue out at him.

“I will bite that tongue.” He warns.

“Don’t let the milk burn.”

He rushed over to the stove, turning it off. Y/N brought the mugs over, applying the cocoa to the cups before Erik poured in the hot milk. Once that was finished, she grabbed two soup spoons to stir it in. Erik popped a marshmallow in his mouth before adding four each to their mugs and whipped cream. Finally finished, Y/N picks up the hazelnut nut wafer sticks, her and Erik leaving the kitchen to settle in their cozy living room to watch Polar Express.

“I’m actually pretty fucking happy I moved to NYC with you. I never experienced a white Christmas before.” They had the curtains open, snow sprinkling the ground but not exactly sticking to the streets, making it a slush.

“Laying that salt down is a pain though,” Erik pulled Y/N into him. She leaned her head against his chest.

“Just be happy that you already did the shit now our side walk and drive through is clear.”

Erik pressed play on their movie. The music still played in the background; it was TLC- Sleigh Ride.

Even though they both were supposed to be paying attention to the movie, Erik couldn’t help but watch Y/N drink her hot cocoa, wide eyes like a kid at Christmas time, and a foam mustache. Erik takes his finger, dragging it across her upper lip to clean it up before licking it off his fingers. She didn’t budge, eyes glued to the TV.

“Are you watching?” She asked to make sure. They were 30 minutes in.

“Stop asking me.” Erik secretly tries to yawn but Y/N felt his chest move.

“You always get fussy when I ask if you’re sleep. Stop falling asleep on me all the time and I won’t ask.”

“Can’t make any promises,” His eyes lids dropped a little. Y/N grabs her phone, seeing a message from her mom:

MERRY CHRISTMAS 🎄🎁

“Babe!!”

She hops on Erik, straddling him now. Y/N bounces on Erik’s lap, saying “Babe! Babe!” Over and over.

“What, woman?!!!”

“It’s Christmas Day!” She places sticky kisses on his face, “our first Christmas together, bae!”

“Yeah, it is, isn’t it?”

Erik proposed to her so early they didn’t get a chance to experience other Christmas holidays before. He just knew Y/N was the one.

“That dry ass response.”

“Aight, ITS OUR FIRST FUCKING CHRISTMAS TOGETHER !!!!”

Erik picks her up, spinning her around. She giggled and squealed.

“HOLY SHIT! OUR FIRST FUCKING CHRISTMAS AS A MARRIED COUPLE! CAN YOU BELIEVE THAT SHIT, Y/N?!!”

“Alright, now you’re yelling in my ear.”

Erik puts her down, wrapping his large arms around her waist.

“Too bad that mistletoe isn’t over here. But fuck it, you taste so sweet.”

Both of their sugary tongues swirled in each other’s mouths.

“Babe,” she pulled away with kiss swollen lips, “I’m nervous.”

“Why?” His face was aglow from the Christmas lights.

“You’re gonna meet the rest of my family tomorrow since we didn’t have an actual wedding...”

“I don’t regret eloping with you. I’m fucking glad we drove to Vegas to get married and have a crazy ass weekend that I can vaguely remember.”

“Partying with fake Michael Jackson and playing poker,” Y/N smiled with her arms around his neck.

“Stripper pole in the shower...” Erik had his lips on her neck placing small kisses there.

“Mmm, how could I forget that...”

They kiss again, more passionately this time. She was reminded again why she fell in love with him. It was the first kiss all over again.

Santa, baby” Y/N whispers in Erik’s ear.

“Wassup, baby girl?”

“Can Santa fuck me in that new walk-in closet like he said he would? You got the mirrors installed I wanna watch you dick me down...”

“Fuck,” He picks her up, Y/N wrapping her legs around him, “Put that sexy red lingerie on and get the white cuffs.”

[ewansumfuk]

oop ok our boi lincoln six echo needs some love: reader shelters him at their home after he escapes & he's constantly asking questions about what everything is & then asks "what's kissing?" & it's awkward but reader explains & then they wake up to hear knocking at their bedroom door that night & it's lincoln who kisses them. & wherever you want to go from there bc i'm not fussy. thank yoooou!! ❤️

Lincoln always deserves some love!

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Kissing

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Ever since Lincoln had come into your life, you’d found yourself questioning things you’d always taken for granted. Why did you have to rinse the dishes before you put them in the dishwasher? Why did your videophone have a docking station and handheld if it needed to be projected anyway? Why did people who didn’t have time to go grocery shopping end up in the grocery store being rude to everyone?

“Why do you blow-dry your hair if the humidity is going to make it puff up anyway?” he asked one morning, as you struggled to get it done before you had to run out the door. His cheeky grin when you turned to glare at him was almost worth getting a mouthful of hair. “It’s an honest question!”

“It would be worse if I went out with wet hair,” you said, with a tone of finality and matter-of-factness you didn’t truly feel. You quickly put the dryer away when your hair was just dry enough to warrant leaving the house for work, and Lincoln cleared the way for you to get to the door. He followed you, as he always did, and before he reached out to give you an affectionate hug goodbye you could see he had another question building on his tongue. You sighed and gave him a fond smile. “What is it, Link? I’m running kind of behind.”

It was obviously something he was a little embarrassed to ask about, which clued you in that it must’ve been something he read in one of the many books you’d given him since he came to stay with you. Something simple and seemingly insignificant because it was considered part of every day life that he obviously hadn’t experienced yet. You’d told him time and again that you didn’t expect him to know everything; it was only natural he’d have questions and you were always going to want to help him as much as you could. You couldn’t imagine anything worse than being mocked for something you couldn’t help.

“It’s alright, whatever it is—” you started, and he cut you off with a blurted question.

“What is kissing?”

You blinked, for a moment not sure if you heard correctly. But the look on his face told you that you had, and you glanced at your phone for the time as you struggled to come up with an answer that would encompass the whole concept.

“Um, well...it’s kind of...deliberately touching your lips to something?” you said, wishing you sounded more sure of yourself. You hated to sound like you weren’t sure of an answer, because it was sure to send Lincoln down a rabbit hole of Google questions that usually ended up leaving him more traumatized than not. “Like, you can kiss just about anything, but most people kiss one another. On the cheek or the forehead or the lips or something like that. It’s a sign of affection between two people who really care about one another. Understand?”

He still seemed to be a bit unsure, but he nodded for you and drew you in for a hug, which you reciprocated happily.

“I’ll see you tonight. Just email me if you have any more questions today!” You gave him a quick wave as you headed out the door and promptly forgot about any interest he had in kissing as you went about your day.

That night when you arrived home he seemed to have forgotten about it, too. You prepared dinner together—he was getting to be a bit better than you with this whole cooking thing, which you weren’t sure was a pleasant or unpleasant surprise—and sat down to watch a movie after. He was quite fond of the Fast and Furious movies and had unintentionally gotten you interested as well—though you were loathe to admit it. By the time you separated for bed, the whole question of kissing was far from either of your minds.

...or so you thought.

It was probably close to one in the morning when you heard Lincoln knocking at your bedroom door. You hadn’t actually been asleep yet—you’d kept telling yourself you would after another few minutes of scrolling through your social media—so you were a bit surprised you hadn’t heard him coming. Still, you got out of bed and opened your door.

“Is everything alright, Link? You have another nightmare?” you asked, voice soft. He tended to have them from time to time, but you’d made it clear that he was welcome to wake you up if he needed to talk, or to just be with someone else for a little while.

He didn’t say anything for a long moment, just staring down at you. Unlike that morning, where he’d been anxious and a bit embarrassed, he seemed almost... assessing. Like he was deciding which way was the best to go about what he wanted. Just as you were about to ask him again if he was okay, his head dipped down and he pressed a soft kiss to your forehead.

“Link...?” Your cheeks were rapidly turning pink and you blinked up at him with wide eyes. He must’ve seen something in your expression that he liked, because he smiled and leaned down again to press a kiss to your cheek. “What are you...?”

“Kissing,” he said softly, and his voice sounded husky and low and you almost choked at how immediately the heat rose in your stomach at the sound. “Like you said this morning. It’s a sign of affection for someone you care about.”

Oh. Right. This morning.

“I—I don’t think I explained myself well enough....” you said, trailing off when he moved to kiss your other cheek and you felt your face burning even more.

He shook his head, eyes bright with mischief and affection, and he lifted a hand to cup your cheek before he leaned in and pressed his lips to yours. For someone who hadn’t known what kissing was this morning, he was doing very, very good at it, you thought. You couldn’t help melting a bit into the touch, letting out a soft little sound against his lips. Where had he learned to kiss like this?

“I did a bit of research after you left the house today,” he murmured softly against your lips, and you realized that you’d voiced your question out loud. “There’s a lot more to kissing than I thought there was. So many things that go with it. Touching...” His hand slid around your waist. “...and something called nuzzling...” He touched his nose to yours. “And biting, which was very interesting...”

You let out a bit of a squeak, turning even redder. “Oh, I knew your curiosity was going to kill me someday...” You closed your eyes and swallowed a bit, and you put a hand over the one he was using to cup your cheek. “Lincoln, I...I don’t think you understand. This isn’t something you really do with friends. It’s for...for people you want more than that with.”

“But I do,” he said, and it was just as matter-of-fact as your answer about the hair dryer had been that morning—even more so, because you were suddenly sure he very much meant it. “I want so much more than that. I don’t...I don’t understand all of what I feel, but I understand that much. Do you...want that, too?”

He was so earnest that it made your eyes sting, and you reached up to card your fingers through his hair. Absolutely nothing got past that brilliant mind of his, and you cursed that place he’d been stuck in a thousand times over for trying to stifle him. “Oh, Link...of course I do. C’mere.”

You drew him down into another kiss, tugging him into your room so you could shut the door behind you.

[polygamyff]

40. Part 2

Leon grinned at me “what?” I said confused that he is staring at me like that “nothing, just seeing my friend flourish. You were sat there telling me you were bloated? You are a lying fucking bitch, you are stood there with your legs out, with your little black dress on. Bitch you are wearing the shortest of dresses, bloated where!” he shouted at me, I giggled as I opened my red lipstick “well I felt it, I don’t know maybe it was just me. Don’t judge me ok? Do I look good?”  I twirled around “you look so beautiful, weird enough you look less stressed. You look so happy, that is weird” side eyeing Leon “stop it, don’t think because I am single that I am happier, I’m not. I wish for things to be different, but I can’t just lay in my bed and cry about it can I? And also, you said something that triggered me, I wasn’t myself, that confident me. I want that again so we are going to go out and have some fun” turning around to the mirror “mhmm, don’t lean forward too much, can I send a picture to Maurice? Please” I chuckled “nope, you do not do that. Leave him out of it, I am excited to see your other half, is he cute? I am happy to have another gay bestie, I can share” applying my red lipstick “no, you are my baby mother. I want to keep you both separate, I told him how much you mean to me and he is so excited to meet you. I have a few others coming over, also a surprise. A little one anyways” popping my lips in the mirror “cool, I am glad that Reign is with her dad now. I am settled to start having some fun. You know what Leon; I am so thankful for this dress. You got taste or did you want me to look a whore?” Leon laughed “erm, well when you split with him, I was like she needs to have a good time, and I thought you would look good. Tight little black dress, your body is so nice though. How can any fucking man cheat? I don’t get it; I mean he didn’t cheat but what the fuck!? You’re beautiful” Leon is too sweet to me.

Walking down the steps slowly “oh wow, Robbie. Are you looking for another man?” My mom said “Oh no mother, I do not want a man right now. I want y’all to know that, I am going out for me. I am going to go out and have fun, also if he sees then I hope he misses me. I just think I need to be me; I need that Robyn back. Leon is right, I lost myself in his shit. Anyways is the Uber here?” my mom is being judgemental with her looks “it is, let’s go beautiful. Bye mom” Leon said, my mom smiled at me shaking her head “bye mother” opening my bag, just to check that my lipstick is in here and it is “I wish we didn’t need to get an Uber, we should use Maurice’ name and get a SUV” opening my front door “nope, we do not do that silly” stepping outside, I am ready to let my hair down to be honest. Walking towards the car, with Leon behind me “you know I am only joking about you finding a man, I know you’re not here for that, we will have a good time” I don’t understand what made them think I wanted another man, the only thing I want is to have a good time and if I end up drunk I hope Leon hides my ass and helps me to bed, he best not get drunk either because he needs to save me, he needs to make sure I am ok first. Leon said that I changed, I did change because I was so stuck in my ways with everything in my life. I know I still have the shit going on but I just want to party, have a good time and be drunk as fuck.

Grabbing my bag from Leon as I got out of the car “thank you” pulling my dress down “you’re really like my husband, it’s funny” Leon grabbed my hand and placed it over his shoulder as we made our way to Playhouse “let’s see what other rich men we can find in Hollyweird, also we can stay at Jacob’ place, he has a spare room. So if you do get drunk we have a place” the security just stared at Leon and then me “it’s her birthday, be nice” Leon announced “happy birthday” smiling at him “if you need any protection let me know” I laughed walking into the club “Jacob is already here!!” Leon shouted over the music; it has been a while since I have been in a club, I have missed it to be honest. Following behind Leon “we have got a table!” I can tell he has, we are going to the stage, I guess we got a table to the set, I am here for that. I feel so giddy, like I cannot even contain myself right now “Jacob!! My girl, Robyn she is here!” Leon ran towards this guy; oh he is cute. Leon hugged him, my mouth hung open pointing, Damon just smiled at me “I have heard so much about you, finally we meet. You are Leon’ wife, baby mother and everything else. I am Jacob” smiling at him “nice to meet the man that is settling this whore down” I thought we was going to shake hands but he hugged me “I am so glad to meet you, I have heard such good things about you and happy birthday girl” I laughed “thank you Jacob, I really appreciate it. You are handsome” I pointed at him moving back from the hug “Robyn, this is my girl. We work in the club together Asia, she is so cool. Like you will like her” she is Asian, funny enough her name is Asia “nice to meet you, I love your dress. Did Leon also pick that out? I know his taste” she laughed “how do you know, he did. You look so pretty, like Leon says how beautiful you are but you are so pretty” she got the weed, I peeped the blunt “thank you” looking at Leon “why did you bring him?” I mouthed to him; I didn’t think Leon would understand but he did “he asked! He missed his friend” Leon winked; well I wouldn’t say that but then again we didn’t leave on bad terms either “stranger as fuck?” Damon said “me? Never, you just forgot about me, come on now” I lied “you know damn well, you had the baby and that was it, oh I will bring her in. You are a liar” I laughed, he is right “happy birthday though” smiling at Damon “thank you, I mean I was eventually going to bring her in” I lied.

Sitting next to Asia, I need new female friends besides Nalah “I rolled you one” she is sweet “thank you, how sweet. How did you know?” I asked “you eyed it up, I knew from the start. Leon asked, he goes my wife, she don’t have many female friends because they are all full of shit, they break her heart. And I was like Leon if she puts up with you, she must be cool, and look at that” placing the blunt between my lips, she held the lighter to me. Maybe she is lesbian, I didn’t think that. I have not had this in so long, it’s been so long. Closing my eyes as I blew the smoke from my lips “you needed that girl” she nudged me, opening my eyes “I did” I laughed “it’s going to hit me hard, I know it. It’s been a while, like I haven’t come out like this in so long. When I became a mother, it was like I changed and I wasn’t like this” rolling my eyes “you’re a mother, wow. You let someone breed you? You seem like a girl that would be fussy” she is funny, taking some more of the blunt in “love sucks girl” blowing the smoke out “it does, but incoming” she pointed behind me, looking behind and seeing Damon “it’s not him is it?” shaking my head “hell no, I work with him” Damon sat across from me “no, that is not mine” I shook my head “come on, it’s your birthday! Take the damn shot!” I hate it, like I am not that “come on now” he held it out to me “come on now, all of you. I ain’t got these just for me to have” seeing as they all are doing it, taking the shot from him “To Robyn Willis!!” he shouted holding it up, I want to gag already “Robyn Willis” they all said, let me just down this quick as I can because no, downing the contents.

Who would’ve thought, I am on my second blunt. I am so glad someone got weed here, feeling a pair of arms wrap around my shoulders “And you'll be left in the dust, unless I stuck by ya. You're a sunflower, I think your love would be too much” Leon sang in my ear “You're the sunflower” we both sang together “oh he fine, ain’t that like Odell. That football nigga” Leon said, nodding my head “oh he is so sexy!” Jacob spat, I just laughed as he walked by to go to a different table to us and he did look but I am honestly just smiling at anything right now “she is single, it’s her birthday!” Leon shouted; he is so dumb. He just smiled; oh he got a cute smile “a drink for you” Damon held out to me “erm where is mine!?” Leon spat “I invited you, her pussy is off limits for you. You both are friends” taking the drink from Damon “thank you” I grinned, he is cute “I am not like that, come on now. We friends, Leon you are starting this mess” he is right Leon is, he is trying to cause some problems, he is being a messy bitch right now. Dipping my middle finger in my drink and mixing it as I walked back to the table, pulling my middle finger out and placing my middle finger in my mouth and sucking the contents off “this is a double” I know it, looking to the side of me and Damon is just gawking at me “you sitting there or not?” he shook his head.

I like this Asia chick; she knows how to take pictures too. This bitch be getting my best side too “you fine!” we both said together “wow, that is creepy” I said and we both laughed “you good with me posting this, I will tag you. I need your Insta though” nodding my head, I gasped “this is for my ladies tonight” me and Leon just stared at each other “look at y’all Niggas” me and Leon both pointed at each other singing, Leon ran up to me and grabbed my hand as I got up. I didn’t notice that the club has become so packed, standing next to Leon as we both sang “even if that nigga flew me and my bitches all the way out to Dubai. Pussy you tried, pussy ass nigga you lie. Pussy ass nigga you high. Bitch I'm me, hundred on the wrist” the DJ mixed it up “Happy Birthday Robyn” my mouth fell open, Leon winked at me “I got you girl” Leon said “when you're breaking it down for me, cause I can hear you two times. Run it on back, will it ever make sense to me. I got to do things my own way darling, will you ever let me, will you ever respect me, No!” we both shouted and high fived laughing “whew bitch, I am so fucking high” we hugged each other “thank you for being my karaoke partner” I love him so much for this, moving back from the hug “Your insta! Y’all running off from me” taking Asia’ phone from her “roll me a blunt, thanks” she is my personal blunt roller today, god knows I need it today.

Leon came over to me with such a smirk “so when you back at work?” Damon asked, rolling my eyes “you got nothing else to speak on? I can do without it, but I am coming back sometime next week, don’t worry you will see my pretty face” Damon smiled, he was happy about that “but the rumours of you moving?” I shrugged “rumours” I pointed at him “look at this” Leon couched down to me, taking his phone from him. My face softened, I am drunk somewhat and I can’t read that right now but this picture “this was at Dubai” I know it was, I looked really happy here, I don’t remember the selfie but clearly it happened and he took it, he took a good selfie for once. My smile, pure happiness in my eyes. Maurice pressing a kiss to my forehead and me, smiling looking like I have everything and more and I did well do, maybe have I am not sure “you done looking, anyways” he snatched his phone back “it says Happy Birthday to my baby mother Robyn, hope you have a great day. Love Reign and I” Leon looked at me “that’s cute” he posted that when he didn’t need too “table three” looking up at this lady “this has been sent from table one” she pointed, I looked to where she is pointing too and I just wanted the ground to swallow me up “for you, he said” my eyes bulged out, looking over at the lady “me!?” I spat “you telling me Odell Beckham has sent Robyn a bottle of Ace of Spades” Leon spat “yes, he said happy birthday” looking back at him all wide eyed, he raised his glass to me, the lady walked off and I felt like everyone screamed at the same time “I can’t take that Leon? I am not doing this” I laughed, like no I don’t want it “well it’s here now, we can’t say no. You need to say thank you” Leon eye balled me “I will walk you, you got to say it. I mean he likes what he sees” Jacob said, I am not about this life.

Jacob held my hand as we made our way to table one, his entourage is huge and I am a little tipsy “it’s the Birthday girl” some guy said, I don’t even know these people “I just wanted to say thank you, you didn’t need too. Like really” why am I even speaking to this guy when Odell is right there “I just wanted to say thank you” I said to Odell “don’t be, you can party with us if you like?” I chuckled “oh well I mean if you don’t mind, I mean you could come to our table. It’s less noisy” I am digging, really digging right now “I can come there if you want?” Jacob is laughing at me “yes, I will just go back there” letting Jacob’ hand go and rushing back to my table, Leon is staring all wide eyed “don’t say anything” I said as I walked by Leon “oh you done pulled him, oh girl” Asia said as I sat down “now you got Odell? I thought you are with Maurice?” Damon asked, clearing my throat “let’s just not speak” Odell is actually so sexy, like wow ok “I saw it was your birthday and I thought why not, you look like a girl that can party” I smiled “you think? I mean I don’t do it often but you know, it’s my birthday, so I thought why not” I think it’s my home time “you want to come back to mine, we partying there?” licking my top lip, I would love too but that is trouble and I am not looking for that, I am hurt but not stupid “I can’t” I finally said “I mean my friend over here is single” I pointed at Asia, Odell smirked “you see if I was looking for her I would have asked, but I’m not” I need to get myself out of this “uh, how about you give me your address and I will see what I can do” oh Robyn, you are just doing the worst “playing hard to get, I like that” he pointed at me “so did my ex” I said laughing “your ex is dumb, give me your phone I will type in my address but I got a feeling you won’t turn up” I laughed at the fact he is not wrong “aren’t all men just the same but here” unlocking my phone “type away” holding my phone out, is this how Maurice feels when he does this because it’s fun but yet not because, in my heart I rather be with him “if you do come then you never know what could happen” I sniggered “I know what you want to happen” it’s like I am not even thinking “it’s the drink talking, ignore me” I need to take my ass home.

Pressing send as I looked up ahead of me “But stay woke, niggas creeping” bopping my head, I like this song “wait, where am I?” who is this car “we going to Jacob’ home!” Leon came into my eye view “how did I even end up in the car?” I laughed “no, seriously, how?” I don’t remember “you just need to know you are safe with me, and what is this” Leon took my phone from my lap and I just giggled “oh god, I don’t feel too good” resting my head on the headrest in front “Robyn, no. Your stupid phone locked, look at me. Unlock this!” Leon yanked me back, I need to go to sleep “what she do?” closing my eyes “no, look here” opening my eyes, squinting my eyes at the bright light “thank you ma’am, oh she been bad, bad. Asia, why didn’t you remind me to take her phone from her” I chuckled “Asia, you are so pretty. Like you are just gorgeous, stunning!” she is really is “noooo, Robyn. Why, turn it down Jacob. Thank you” my eyes half hooded smiling at Leon “ok so Robyn is texting her ex, her baby father. So, she started with, asshole. Yeah this is saying asshole, she sent that and then she typed oh my god. Robyn, why are you like this, dike app. She meant dick appointment, he text her back, I mean it’s early there but he put what and a question mark, and she went on a rant but I am sorry, it’s the worst typing ever, I think” I put my hand up, Leon held my hand “she put dick appointment dick, I come over to you. We meet. Listen it’s hard to read, he put I am in New York Robyn, it’s late and are you ok? And listen to this, Oh my god I can’t even! She put I am going to get dick” Leon cackled, I have a headache like I need a bed “so he put, who and a question mark and she put rich, and he asked again who. She put yo, then he texts her saying I am up with Reign shall I call you or get a car to pick you up and a question mark, she put god, dick that it. I hate you real. And she put yo and he has been texting back ever since while she ignores him asking if she is ok, oh he has texted again now saying shall I come there, girl. What is wrong with you? Now I will keep your phone, ok? You sweet baby wanted some drunk sex too, aww. I am sorry, well we can hug. And I have replied back to him saying all is well, Robyn needs sleep don’t you.” Leon is laughing at me, I don’t like it.

I pouted at Leon “I like her Leon, but if she is sick on my floor” I sighed out heavily “you should have put Odell is giving her some dick, I can’t believe she pulled Odell” Leon hugged me “Maurice is also my friend, I am in the middle so no but if he was a random guy I would Jacob, ugh. He is ringing, look what you done Robyn. Stop drunk texting him, bitch!” I laughed watching Leon “hello” I am feeling dangerous right now, Leon looked at me and he pulled a face at me “stop it” he grabbed my hand “oh nothing, but she is fine. Erm, I mean yes clearly drunk, but I am with her and she is totally fine! Stop it” I laughed out hiking my dress up “I done already seen your pussy already so it’s nothing new but wait” waving Leon off “no, look! Maurice, I am not dealing with you and then her, she is dumb. She will be going straight to bed, we are in a Uber going to Jacob” seeing Jacob’ face as he turned in the front seat “shall we fly you to New York to get your dick?” he said “Oh my god! Jacob is gay! He is with me!” Leon shouted “like what the hell are we going to have, a threesome” looking over at Leon “speak to her, how? I mean she is not the least bit herself; you know what fine. Robyn, tell him that everything is ok” Leon pressed the phone against my ear “Robyn?” moving away from the phone shaking my head “she doesn’t want to speak to you, I promise you shit is fine. The bitch wanted sex from you, that is it but clearly it’s not going to happen” I just need to sleep.

[qqueenofhades]

so i've seen lots of art where aziraphale is cupping crowley's face as he kisses him, and that has given me a lot of emotions, and i was wondering if you could write a little something based off of that? only if you feel like it, i'm sure you're super busy!! thank you so much

Okay I’m sure you wanted something passionate and tender and post-apocalypnot with them, and that was originally what I was intending to give you, but then my voracious need for Nanny/Gardener Shenanigans took over and this was the result. They’re idiots and I hate them.

It has been six months since Nanny Ashtoreth and Brother Francis joined Ambassador Dowling’s official London residence, and things are going… well, they’re going. Young Warlock, aged five, is generally pleased with his new caretakers, though the first time he refused to take a bath and threw a temper tantrum in the corridor while the Finnish Trade Minister decorously pretended to have gone temporarily deaf, he was taken firmly in hand and instructed never to do that again. Nanny sounds softly Scottish most of the time, but there was something in her voice just then which made an Impact upon the youngster. Warlock had the unaccountable feeling that if he did in fact repeat the spectacle, he would be eaten alive in his bed by a swarm of eldritch horrors, all of whom looked like the former US Vice President. He has never done it again.

The Dowlings are thus also very pleased with the corrective influence that Mrs Ashtoreth (is she a Mrs? They’ve never thought to ask, aside from a vague sense that she may be married to the gardener) has exerted upon their son, at least when they’re around. Thaddeus Dowling is constantly off doing important manly things with important manly men, Harriet Dowling is presently off on one of her passive-aggressive visits to America to see her parents, and Warlock, as usual, has been left with the help. He wanders out to the garden in search of Nanny, so they can play Hide and Seek The Great Hellbeast. (Nanny’s games are odd, he is vaguely aware of that, but they have fun. Usually.)

Instead, what meets young Warlock’s eyes is the sight of Brother Francis leaning on a spade and trying to look like a seasoned man of the earth. Nanny is regarding him with one exquisitely plucked eyebrow arched, as she says, “Angel, you really don’t know the first thing about gardening, do you?”

Warlock stops short. They have not seen him, and he wriggles behind the gazebo, peering out with heart pounding. Nanny sounds strangely like a middle-aged English man, of which he has met countless thanks to his dad’s job, and she is inspecting Francis’s valiant attempt to plant begonias with the look said men usually get when asked to comment on what HM Loyal Opposition did yesterday. She – he? – shakes her head, causing her elegantly marcelled red curls to swing in a way that momentarily distracts Brother Francis completely. “There’s no way you’re shouting at these enough.”

“I’m the nice one.” Brother Francis also sounds distinctly unlike himself. Rather than his usual hayseed drawl, he is speaking like another middle-aged English man, and a considerably prim and fussy one at that. “Besides, I’m not actually gardening, my dear, you know that. Do you think the boy is asleep yet? We could go pop off and have a bit of tea in the shade.”

Nanny glances around, but manages not to notice Warlock. Then she says, in a darkly significant sort of voice, “How do you think it’s going?”

“You’re the one who spends the most time with him,” Brother Francis says, putting down the spade and any pretense of actually doing anything significant with it. He removes his hat as well, and – Warlock isn’t certain what, but something happens to his face, with its bushy sideburns and buck teeth. He resembles someone else altogether. A nice sort of fellow, but a stranger. “I suppose we must allow that the Antichrist will seem quite normal at first.”

Nanny considers that, tapping her fingers on her arm. Then she says, “Got a commendation yesterday. Apparently they thought that once he met the former US Vice President, he was entirely set for being evil.”

(Aha, Warlock thinks. Knew there was something dodgy about Hallibubbleton.)

“I don’t think so,” Brother Francis clucks. “Gabriel seems equally convinced that it would have had the opposite effect, but in reverse. I just – Crowley, are you sure this is a good idea?”

“Course it’s a good idea.” Nanny – Crowley? This is all very strange – seems miffed that not-Brother Francis would even ask. “We went over this, remember?”

“Yes, well.” Brother Francis offers up a weak-chinned smile. “I mean, you do seem to be rather good with him, you know. Very nice.”

This has a surprising reaction that takes Warlock quite aback. Crowley grabs the hapless gardener by the frock, pulling him sharply against her. “Aziraphale,” she growls. “What have I told you about that? I am not nice! I am influencing him to be EVIL! And you’re supposed to be influencing him to be GOOD! There is nothing NICE about any of it! Or me!”

Aziraphale looks less alarmed than you would think. Warlock gets a sudden suspicion about what might be going on here. Absolutely none of what they’re saying makes any sense to him, but he knows when adults want to sneak off and start kissing, which looks set to break out at any moment (disgusting). Apparently they are in fact married, though he still doesn’t know why they’re calling each other these funny names and arguing about this. To make sure things don’t get any more out of hand, he steps out from behind the gazebo. “What’s an Antichrist?”

Crowley and Aziraphale, if that is who they are, freeze on the spot. They exchange a look of pure terror only achievable to a pair of morons who have been caught red-handed and have no idea what to do now, and Crowley does apparently the only thing that occurs to her. She jerks hold of her husband and kisses him – to Warlock’s vast chagrin, this being the one thing he was trying to avoid. This goes on just long enough for Aziraphale’s hand to float up, seemingly of its own volition, to cup her face, until Crowley pulls back. “I have told you, you auld daftie,” she informs the stunned not-a-gardener, once more speaking in her Scottish caretaker-of-children voice, “not to drink before lunch, don’t you remember? You come out with all sort of nonsense when you do.”

Aziraphale utters a sound like a bladder that has been stepped on. Crowley – no, it’s just Nanny, and Warlock is already curiously hazy on remembering everything he just heard – adjusts her curls and puts back on her hat, clearing her throat. “Young man,” she says sternly, heels leaving sharp imprints in the turf as she strides toward Warlock. “What have I told you about eavesdropping?”

“That I should be bad and do what I want, because one day I’m gonna rule the whole world and know everything,” Warlock pipes up helpfully. “Wasn’t it?”

Nanny gets the look of someone who has once more played herself. Brother Francis still has not recovered, but manages to shoot her a silent HA.

“Yes, well,” Nanny says feebly. “Come along.”

She takes hold of Warlock’s hand and marches him off, leaving one angel in considerable distress behind her. Aziraphale’s brain is currently making a sound like a fork in a garbage disposal, as that is an extremely literal hell of a way to have your first kiss with someone you’ve been unconsciously and then consciously pining after for six thousand years, and his fingers can still sense their inadvertent curl around Crowley’s cheek. That was – that was – that was –

Well, Aziraphale thinks at last, picking up the spade, even as his hands continue trembling. At least Crowley didn’t mean it. It was just to cover up their apparently ill-chosen moment to discuss the Plan. That was all. It’s fine. And as long as Warlock is struck with a convenient bout of amnesia, no harm done.

They are absolutely nailing this.

[hardyimagines]

Part 1 - Intruder

Hi could would you be interested in writing a Bane fic were he and one or two of his men need to hideout, and they come across this home kinda of hidden away or in an isolated area and a girl lives there on her own. He decides to keep her alive and eventually they fall for each other. I'd also like him to to be kinda mean and dominant. + She has to stay in main room with bane so he can make sure she doesn't escape😉 I'm sensing a smutty imagine. I like my bane a Dom with choking of course. I don't ask for much do I 🤣🤣

Part 2

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The mountains were tall, overlooking the lit city. Lights lined the buildings for the Christmas season, various shades of red and green. Trees twinkled with applied lights and music played in the distance, tempting people to come to their establishments and enjoy the holiday season. Bane straightened on the cliff. The jacket he wore was bulky with a line of fur, but it wasn’t doing much to protect him from the cold air that whipped around him and his men. Beneath his boots, pebbles and stones bounced from the impact of his shoe and rolled off the side of the ledge, falling down, down, down until they met the ground. It was probably a seventy foot drop. Bane wasn’t on the run. He was never on the run, he didn’t have to worry about someone overpowering him, but he did need a place to sleep at night and because his home had been invaded by the scum of the earth, he couldn’t exactly return there.

“Boss.” The shorter one of his men spoke up. His name was Oscar. “Don’t see no lights on.” He informed his leader. They needed a place to stay for the night, it didn’t matter if it was cold as well and didn’t have any source of heat, at least there would be a roof over their head. This had been the perfect spot. It was high, up out of most people’s eye line and it looked worn and abandoned. The exterior needed a lot of work done and the man was sure that the interior was just the same, but he didn’t care. Not tonight. Tonight, he just needed a bed. Bane’s boots hit the floor loudly as he made his way up the rest of the path and toward the front door. It was silent, not even the wind dared to whistle. He extended his arm, hand curling around the rusted handle before he twisted it. The wood opened without much force and creaked due to the rusted, stiff hinges. He rubbed his lips together before looking around the room. It was dusty and dark, impossible to see anything. He set his hand on the wall, tracing the soft wallpaper until his pointer finger skimmed the light switch. He flicked it on and froze at the sight.

The sink was lined with dirty dishes and it was void of a faucet. Ants raced along the countertop, no doubt fighting to get speckles and crumbs from the remaining food on the plates. Cabinets were opened here and there and the floor looked as if it were in desperate need of a deep cleansing. But Bane wasn’t fussy about any of that, no, he was a little more worried about the girl fast asleep at the kitchen table.

Your hair fell across the surface in messy waves. Despite the filthy home, you didn’t look anywhere near as bad as the place did. He squinted toward you, inspecting your features. You looked just fine. Oscar exchanged a look with Larry, Bane’s other helper, before looking back toward you. He figured this was just a bonus. They had a hostage, something to play with while they waited for morning. But bane had no intentions of harming you — scaring you, maybe, but only so you’d comply. They needed to stay here at least for the night, so they’d be doing that. Whether you said yes or not.

Bane’s thigh bumped the table on accident and the wooden legs wobbled threateningly. The motion startled your slumbering form and scared you even further when your eyes fluttered open. Glistening pools of curiosity and fear latched on to the bald man’s blue eyes. His lips twitched before dragging upwards. He pasted a sickeningly sweet smile on his lips and set his large palm down on the dirty table. A hostage wasn’t a part of the plan, but he was to expect the unexpected. Running his tongue over his lips, his mouth parted as he readied himself to speak, but your sudden movement ceased his words. The chair you were sat in groaned out noisily as the legs scraped along the tile. You rose up hurriedly, breaths deep and shallow, causing your chest to rise and fall rapidly with your worried inhales and exhales. Bane watched you under a heated gaze. No fear danced in his orbs. Why would it? He wasn’t on his own. He didn’t have someone breaking in and waking him. You swallowed thickly, unable to get a single word of question or a believable threat out. Instead, you stood glued to the spot, fingers shaking as your body followed suit.

“Look at her, boss, she’s trembling.” Oscar spoke up. The man was smaller than the surrounding occupants of the room, but that didn’t stop him from being confident enough to approach. The black vest he wore matched his dark trousers. Around his waist, he had a holster and tucked away inside was no doubt a dangerous weapon. You quivered. The soles of your feet scraped the wooden floors as you backed up. He neared without hesitation. “Come here, darling, I don’t bite.”

Run. Your brain pleaded. Cry. Your mind screamed. Beg. Your brain warned. They were going to kill you. Why else were they here? The small bloke grabbed ahold of your wrist and twisted it painfully around your back. His strength didn’t match his stature so it took you by surprise. You weren’t a fighter though. You were quiet, kept to yourself. Obedient. Sweet. Gentle. Too pure for the pain and heartache that the world offered to the city below. That’s why you lived on your own in a dump. Nobody bothered you and you didn’t bother anybody — until now. Bane growled out softly.

“Easy.” He droned. The heavy thud of his boots was enough warning to silence the building cry in your throat. A painful tingle raced along the length of your arm, tearing at the nerves. “Let her go.” Bane demanded. Oscar did so without question. Your arm fell limply to your side. Rubbing the soreness to ease the pain would look weak and you knew that was the last thing that you needed to look right now. Bane crinkled his nose before stepping around the table and moving toward you. Fuzzy-minded and bleary-eyed from your sleep, you sniffled before looking toward him. “Do you speak?” He asked. It was then, as your brain began to register everything other than ‘intruders’, that you realized he wore a mask on his face. It embraced the lower half of him and created a loud hiss underneath his words. You had to strain your ears in order to comprehend him.

“Yes.” The tone of your voice was so soft. Soft enough to make bane want to take your tender throat in his palm and push you out the front door so you could be on your way. But that was too risky. He didn’t want the police showing up.

“Good.” He uttered. He didn’t look toward you further, he simply paced the length of the kitchen before coming to a stop at the counter. Photographs were laid out messily, some stained with unknown substances. He traced the corner of one with his finger before tonguing his cheek. “We need a place to stay.” He looked back toward you. “And we’ve chosen your house.”

“Lucky girl.” Larry chortled out. He sneered. A sickening smile resided on his lips and his eyes warned you to sleep with one eye open. Bane looked to Larry with a warning glare before moving his eyes back to you. Scaring you wasn’t going to do the trick. That was for when you disobeyed or acted like a brat. He inspected you closely. Faint freckles, gleaming hair, soft appearing skin and inviting eyes. He stepped toward you when you didn’t speak. What were you meant to say. ‘No’? A lot of good that would do you.

“It’ll just be for the night.” He assured you. There was no question in his tone. He wasn’t asking, he was telling. “Oscar and Larry.” He pointed toward the table. “Here’s your bed.” His eyes moved back to you. “And you, wherever your bed is, that’s my bed.” The fear in your eyes doubled, and the urge to grab a nearby knife was suffocatingly strong. But it would be so foolish. God knew what kind of weapon he had on him.

“I don’t..” Bane cocked a brow as you spoke up, testing you to deny him.

“Let me tell you something.” He stepped toward you. His hand lifted to your chin, fingers delicate as they traced your flesh. “It’ll do you no good to talk back or disagree. Comply and you’ll be alright.” He lowered his hand to the throat he’d wished to take ahold of earlier. “Bedroom.” He stated again. He felt your esophagus twitch beneath his palm as you swallowed. His grip wasn’t tight or hard so you drew back a step and swiftly stepped around him. He followed hot on your heels, blue eyes twinkling.

The living room was a wreck. Newspapers and old food sat in the place. Flies buzzed, flying from dish to dish to devour whatever was left behind and uneaten. Empty soda cans laid on their sides on the floor and coffee table and smoke poured from the fire place, a sign that the lit flame had died. You moved to the corridor and led him down the tan-painted hall to the bedroom at the end of the way. The door opened without so much as a creak. A bed resided in the center with a blue duvet. It wasn’t the biggest bed, but it would suffice. A window sat in the far right with a nearby vanity jammed pack with various knick-knacks. This was the cleanest room.

“It’s.. this is the only room.” You explained to him. “A.. apart from the bathroom which is just right there.” Pointing to the connected room which held a tub and a toilet, you folded your arms over your chest and slowly backed up.

“Itll do.” He told you quietly. He removed his weaponless holster and then his belt. Draping the accessories over the chair in the corner, he scratched the back of his head before looking toward you. “You can return to the dining room to sleep,” He ushered to the door with his pointer finger. “or stay here with me.” He licked his lips. “But you are to remain under someone’s watch at all times.” Your eyes flickered.

“You mean until morning?” Your question made bane frown.

“I mean.. until it’s safe to go.” His earlier words had been a brief comfort. Oscar and Larry were oblivious to the fact that they’d be hiding out here for a while. But Bane, he called they shots, so they wouldn’t complain. “You don’t get in my way and I won’t be in yours.” He pointed to the bed. “Now, you choose. Bed or table?” His hands moved along his stomach, rubbing the surface before he stepped toward the bed and climbed on to the comfy surface. You slowly followed after him. He didn’t seem to want to hurt you. Or touch you. But the other men.. you didnt trust them in the slightest. This one, you were sure, would’ve let them do as they pleaded and would’ve told you to ‘undress’ or ‘lay down’ if his intentions were to cause physical harm. But he didn’t. He laid down and shut his eyes. But you could tell he certainly wasn’t sleeping.

‘I don’t want to share a bed with you.’ ‘Get out.’ Stab him. Hit him. Run. Climb out the window. Scream as loud as possible. Your mind warned you to do this and that, urged you to get out and away, but you didn’t. Anxiety raced through your body and made you fidget. The quiet sound of your feet padding against the floor told Bane that you’d chosen to stay with him, and when the bed began to jiggle beneath your applied weight, it merely confirmed his initial assumption.

There wasn’t much space, but the two of you managed. He was slumped on his back and you were laid on your side, elbow folded beneath your head to act as an extra pillow. The duvet was crumpled beneath his body and the pillows were crookedly placed. You didn’t want to ask him to move though so you could curl up, so instead, you shivered at his side. So many questions filled your head. You wanted answers, but your throat was dry, tight, and it was impossible to get even a squeak of sound out. You squirmed slightly, legs accidentally skimming his own now and then. He didn’t say anything and you didn’t either. Little mumbled apologies were vacant and he didn’t offer to scoot over to give you more room.

He was so tired. He’d been on his feet all day. Bane knew it was rather foolish to fall asleep so quickly, leaving himself vulnerable to you, but there was no controlling the situation — and you, even if you had the courage to harm him, wouldn’t.

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The embarrassment of the filthy home hit you in the morning. The sun was rising in the distance, it’s rays beginning to pour through open windows to wake the slumbering people, tucked away in their beds. You’d managed to leave the bedroom, undetected and had had about an hour to clean. The other two men who’d come along with the bald one in your bedroom were nowhere to be seen, so you’d taken advantage of their absence. The kitchen table was scrubbed clean and the dishes in the sink were halfway done. You knew it was foolish to worry about cleaning so the intruders didn’t find you repelling, but it was more than that. It was just the judgement that bothered you - it didn’t matter who it came from.

What a poor choice to leave the room without the man in the mask.

Their fingers were rough in your hair as they twisted and tugged, fighting over you. Your hipbones dug roughly into the counter you were learn against, Larry tugging you toward him as he shouted at Oscar. ‘I got first dibs, let her go’, he insisted. Oscar would then yank on you harder, bruising your scalp more so than Larry was. You winced. You pleaded. You moaned out. Internally, you begged for their boss to wake seeing as last night he didn’t seem like he was here to deal with any shenanigans. You moaned out again when Oscar lost his grip on your hair and your body was thrown into Larry’s. He didn’t have an amazing grip though either because the suddenness of your body against his made him topple over and to the floor.

Run. You did. Fool. To the bedroom. Why hadn’t you gone to the front door? Oscar was hot on your heels, sprinting along behind you to try and get to you before you could get to Bane. The door to your bedroom was thrown open roughly. The sound of it was enough to wake the man on the bed, but if it hadn’t of done it then your weight, slung on top of his own, would’ve. Bane woke with a straight face, but internally he was stunned. He sat up tiredly, eyes squinted and brows furrowed in confusion. He looked to you, curled up in a small ball at his side as a panting Oscar stood in the doorway with angry eyes and a fling of regret. And then revenge. You shifted, fearfully cowering away.

Bane sat up further, shielding you from the piercing gaze of Oscar.

“Out.” He ordered harshly. The man in the door obeyed. He twisted around and left the room without so much as an apology. The booming voices, belonging to Oscar and Larry were suddenly overlapping. Arguing. Fighting because they knew they were in trouble. Idiots. “Are you alright?” His question was dripping with concern, but it was genuine. He stood from the mattress, beginning to re-dress in the attire he’d removed the previous night.

“Your men..” You started before falling silent. This wouldn’t help. He was aware of what happened. He didn’t need a play-by-play. “I’m fine.” You whispered out. He nodded. Bane didn’t have time for this. Trouble was following and because he wasn’t a runner, he was a confronter, he needed to know what was happening at all times. Having to go down the hall and shout at grown men for trying to mess around with a younger, female hostage — it just pissed him off. It didn’t help in the slightest, it just slowed him down. He zipped the vest up before leaving the room to handle what has woken him. You curled up on your side and buried your face into your pillow before letting your eyes shut. Your fingers crossed slowly, a silent pray for the men in your dining room to leave today. What would you do if bane came back in and told you they had to stay for more time than he’d said last night. A day, okay. But any more than that.. you didn’t know what would happen.

It was then, in that moment that you realized you were on your own. You climbed off the bed hurriedly, bane’s words playing over and over in your head about how you would always be under someone’s watch. The doors to your closet opened with a loud creak. Your dainty fingers wrapped in a yellow blouse, yanking it out before you then grabbed a pair of jeans. Practically tearing your pajamas from your body, you struggled to move at a quick pace, clothing yourself in something much more appropriate before the return of Bane. And if you had time.. maybe you could get out the cracked window. It was only two stories high. Not too far of a jump. But the sudden sound of thudding boots in the hall made you freeze. Clad only in your underwear, blouse, and a pair of socks, you whimpered out in sudden anxiousness. The attempt to pull on your trousers while also watching the door was poor. Bane was seconds away from stumbling into the room to check on you and you.. well your jeans were only halfway on.

“Alright,” He spoke before he was even in the room. “I’m sorry about that, they’re both absolute idiots.” He continued to talk, his rough voice carrying down the length of the hall. “But you,” He turned the corner, just as you fastened the button on the front of your slacks. “are to tell me if they bother you again. I’ll ensure it doesn’t happen again.” It wasn’t going to anyway. Neither of them would even think about doing vile things to you after what he’d said to them. His tongue pushed against his cheek, hidden by the plastic mask on his face. “But, unfortunately for you,” He inhaled deeply, blue eyes locking on to your own as he stood in the doorway. “We are going to be here for at least a few more days.”

Your body ran hot. Skin on fire. Mouth run dry. The shiver that raced along your spine made you feel weak. No arguing, no complaining, no disagreeing. He wasn’t asking. He was telling. And all you could do was nod. You didn’t have a choice.

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[hollandsmushroom]

Okay I'm back, remember you said I could do this, also no rush on answering these lol, okay! Calum again bc today is a cal day; you finally go back to work, cal stays home w the baby, you get home to see him dancing around with your little girl in his arms, when he sees you he stops and your baby girl yells for you and it's just v soft

Lets start by saying that my blog is called Calumsnachedmyheart and my header says “Especially Calum Hood” so everyday for me is a Cal day and second of all please, yes, I love it when you send me requests

Your pregnancy had been hell, you had thrown up everyday from your first trimester until the day that you had given birth to your beautiful baby girl, but every time you had thrown up Cal was there, holding your hair and rubbing your back as you heaved. Your overactive reflux was not the only thing that plagued you throughout the process of you growing you and Cal’s baby, your breasts were swollen and your feet grew multiple sizes. Cal did everything that he could for you while you were pregnant, making you ice packs that weren’t too cold but just right to but on your tender breasts, and giving you foot massages to calm the pain that spread to them as your body grew.

After giving birth neither you nor Cal really bothered taking care of yourselves, it was all about your baby, the most precious thing in the world, the girl who was attached to you from day one. But just like it had began your maternity leave ended and you had to leave your girl at home with Cal since he had a slightly more flexible schedule.

It was hard to wake up on the day that you had to return to work, knowing that for the first day since you birthed your little angel you would be without her for 8 hours. 8 whole hours away from the little bean that had seem to become your life source though it was truly the other way around. You rolled over in Cal’s arms, looking up at his sleeping face, dark circle obvious underneath his closed eyes from the lack of sleep that was caused by late night feedings, diaper changes, and just an all around fussy baby. He was slightly roused by your movement, peaking his eyes open to look down at you, you cuddled deeper into his grasp, mumbling into his chest

“I don’t want to go to work today, I don’t want to leave my baby and I also don’t want to leave my little girl,” he chuckled sleepily at your insinuation of him being your baby.

“I don’t want you to go either, but you have to babe,” he spoke, stroking your hair, groaning as you moved you swung your legs over the side of the bed, his arm still lazily draped over your lap. Moving it off of your legs your stood up, padding down the hall to your baby-girl’s room, peeking through the crack in the door to see her tiny sleeping figure in her crib. You opened the door further as you heard her begin to sniffle, moving swiftly to the crib picking up your baby and sitting down in the rocking chair in the corner, lifting your or more like Cal’s shirt up the let her breastfeed. She was gurgled contentedly as she fed and you cooed down at her. Your stared at her with so much love until she detached and started whining, just as you were about to start burping her you heard a light knock on the wide open door, looking up to see Cal leaning on the door frame entirely shirtless, smiling at you with so much love.

“Its time you should be heading to work my love,”

“But Cal, I still need to-,”

“Baby, I can burp her, your really need to go shower and get ready,” he interrupted you  

“Are you, Calum Thomas Hood, saying that I look nasty,” you joked

“Now, now,” he spoke as he started walking towards you “I never said that, but I am pretty sure that you don’t want to return to work with a little bit of baby food in your hair,” he brushed some hair out of your face before leaning down and removing your baby from your arms, she whined in protest but silenced immediately as she realized she was in her fathers arms.

You wandered out of the room, looking back over your shoulder seeing your baby bouncing on your husbands knee as he quietly sang to her. You went back to your room, going into the bathroom and and turning on the shower and stripping yourself of Cal’s shirt. After you showered you prepared yourself for the day and went downstairs finding your girl in her highchair while Cal prepped some breakfast for you. You went up behind him, wrapping your arms around his waist, kissing the flesh between his shoulder blades.

“Thank you for breakfast, love,”

“Anything for you,” he grinned at you

The three of you enjoyed breakfast together but soon your time for departure came. Picking up your daughter and covering her face with kisses, not wanting to leave her but knowing you had to you set her back in her seat. Turning to blow Cal a kiss and walk out the door

“I don’t think so,” hearing the scrape of the chair against the ground and then Cals hands on your hips, turning you around so he could give you a proper kiss goodbye, it was loving and warm and you never wanted it to end but you pulled away,

“Goodbye, I will see you tonight,” you whispered, pecking his lips one last time before heading out the door.

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Your day could not have gone any slower, it was torture being away from your daughter for this long when all you wanted to do was hold her in your arms and tell her how much you loved her, even though she  had no clue what you were saying.

On your way home you were positive that you broke the speed limit on multiple occasions, desperate to see her with your own two eyes and not the pictures that Cal was sending on a 30 minute basis throughout the day.

You slammed your car door shut, locking the doors and hurrying to your front door, quietly unlocking it just in case she was napping, but she wasn’t. As soon as you opened the door you heard Cal’s singing fill your ears, the voice that you loved so much singing a simple tune. You followed the angelic sound into the living room and your eyes fell on the cutest thing you had ever seen, a still very shirtless Cal swaying around the room with a spit up cloth thrown over his shoulder and your daughter in his arms, he was singing to her and turning her in slow circles, no doubt trying to get her to fall asleep. All his progress was lost once his body turned and her eyes landed on you, as soon as they did she started to whine and fuss. Cal began to coo in an attempt to calm her as he turned to face you.

“Your home!” he exclaimed

“Yes, yes I am, and though this is the cutest thing I have ever seen,” you gestured to your baby and Cal “I am severely deprived of baby cuddles and I need them quickly,” Cal handed you your bundle of joy and her fussing immediately stopped

“I guess we know who her favorite parent is,” you giggled

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[mrdanielbond]

Bond’s New Flatmate (Chpt. 9)

“Just trust me...”

Summary: As a way of helping cope with the troubles you’ve faced for the last two months, Jonathan decides to treat you to a holiday to Geneva and it is a well deserved break. A holiday with a hunk you like to drink with? What could possibly go wrong?

A/N: I don't think this chapter is as great as it could have been, I'm going to be honest. There is a little Night Manager reference...If any of you get the hint. ;) Remember Jonathan is an actor of your choice!

The two of you sat in a train cabin, heading for the airport in Ireland after stopping for a connection flight to Geneva. During this time, you enjoyed the idea of going abroad with a friend as you hadn’t been abroad in years, maybe this was the well deserved break you were looking for after all. However, the handsome gentleman across you still left you with doubts ever since you decided to accept his offer. It did take you a few days and he was patient with you, then when you told him you would be joining you, he was elated.You hadn’t seen a man this way since your dear ‘husband’ had gotten married to you.

Oh yes. You forgot to tell Jonathan you were married. That conversation had still yet to be discussed, but your excuse was that you didn’t feel like you owed him anything. You knew the man for months and had been talking to him - hell you now can say that you’ve lived with him, but there was still a part of you that felt you didn’t know him that well enough to tell him everything about yourself. Especially after what happened with James. There was no way you were willing to let your guard down that easily.

“... I mean you think we know each other well but as far as I’m concerned, I’m currently on a train with a stranger, that I happen to live with, who could possibly shoot me.”

“First of all, shoot you? We wouldn’t even make it past the airport if I had possession of a firearm.” Jonathan retorted with his hand on his heart, posing with an offended face. “Secondly, I am offended you think I would do such a thing after spending all this money on the trip and with the money I plan to spend during it to!”

“Aren’t you meant to be going to work on this trip? Surely you’d get all expenses paid, accommodation, transport, everything else you need wherever you go abroad?” You remarked.

“Excuse me, I will have you know that I paid for this accommodation-”

“Did you now?”

“Yes Ma’am, I can confirm I did so you will be left very impressed with what I have to offer!” Jonathan chuckled as he sipped on his cup of earl grey.

“Like with the fact you hid from me that you live in a freaking penthouse that is larger than the house I grew up in?”

“I don’t go around saying that, especially to the women. I’d rather have them believing I’m a man of mystery.” He smirked proudly, causing you to subtly swoon over this man’s confidence. His cockiness was subdued and often made you laugh as he wasn’t the man to often talk that way when it came to women. “Look, in all honesty I just want you to trust me. I want you to know I won’t do anything that could potentially harm you or hurt your feelings. This trip is about having a good time, not for you to trust me less than you already do. Can we try working on that?”

Oh the sincere look got to you. You were both silent for a moment, before his eyebrows arched and his lips grew into a large grin. “Besides, you already have to live with me, it wouldn’t do you any harm to at least get along with your flatmate this time.”

“Fine.” You rolled your eyes and playfully huffed. “If that’s what it takes, I guess I can make something work.”

The journey had only gotten better after that. You both flew in business class, and had time to read, talk to each other. Eventually, your eyelids grew heavy and you found course slumping your head on his shoulder.

"You alright there?" He chuckled as he turned his attention from his book to you."

"I'm sorry, I'm tired."

"No it's fine, you don't have to move. Keep it like that. I wouldn't want you sleeping uncomfortable."

In all honesty, hadn’t minded, he was comfortable as long as you were beside him.

When you had both arrived to Geneva it was 11.30 pm and you were extremely exhausted after the long day of travelling. All you wanted to do was to get to the hotel and sleep until the next midday. That also reminded you, what did Jonathan have in mind when he said he had dealt with the accommodation? You were not fussy, but you were hoping he would not pull a stunt and try to book one bedroom because that would not end well. Especially considering he was trying to gain your trust and not lose it. This time your guard was staying up. He was not going to knock this down.

You were in complete awe at the beautiful city at night. The thousands of beaming lights from the houses and hotels, you could even see the lake in all its beauty and the faint outlines of the mountains in the midnight blue sky. The new fresh air made you sigh happily as Jonathan helped you with your bags into the taxi. You couldn’t help but smile at him. If this place was a complete magical place at night, imagine how captivating it was during the day. You had always dreamt of going skiing in the Swiss Alps travelling through Lake Geneva. Never had you thought there was a chance this could happen.

Neither were you prepared for the surprise you faced from Jonathan when you arrived at your hotel. It was a large chalet, vibrantly shining before you. Jonathan could see the smile on your face and was in awe by your fascination at that moment. He faced a warm feeling now seeing that you were excited, even though you did a good job of keeping composed.

The night manager stood at the counter smiling upon your arrival. “Good evening, I am the Night Manager, at your service.”

“Hello, I have a reservation under Harrington.” Jonathan stated.

“Harrington. Ah, we have been expecting you Mr. Harrington, you have booked the best room we have to offer. The Lake Geneva suite, five star quality, I’ll just grab the keys and show you to your room.”

The three of you made your way to the room together. Jonathan turned to you, seeing that you had your eyebrow raised and your arms folded. A reminder of the conversation you had on the plane, based on a joke about having a secretly prestigious background. The man turned to you and whispered, “It’s the name I have to use from the company. I know you’re looking at me as if I’m related to royalty, I swear to God I am not. My surname is far from it.”

Even with his breath against your ear, a tingling sensation emerged quickly. You know it was wrong and tried to push it away but this man had been winning and you were stuck under his spell for the time being.

“What is it then?” You boldly asked back.

Jonathan placed his finger on his lips and winked.

“Like that’s supposed to make it any better.” You rolled your eyes. The man had the nerve to keep even the simplest of things from you! That’s when you realised that on this trip, it was going to be your mission to get to know who you were now living with as much as you could.

The suite was incredible, and to your relief it was a two bedroom luxury suite on the top floor. It had a perfect view of the city and the nature behind it. The lake from a distance and its mountainous regions, but it also contrasted with the urban life below. Yet again, this wasn’t what you had expected to come from Jonathan.

“Don’t worry, I’ll take my bag.” You quickly stopped Jonathan and pulled your small suitcase from him.

“There she is again, wanting to be all Miss Independent. Well, there are two rooms, you get to decide which one to have and I’ll take the other.”

“Pine?”

“No.” He called through his room.

“Jonathan Pine - it has a nice ring to it.” You said smirking.

“I’m not named after a bloody tree.”

“I bet it’s something embarrassing like cocks or Dickon.”

“Jesus Christ, you must think my family really hate me. Of course it’s not!”

His comment made you grin. “Is it even English?”

“You’d be able to pronounce it just right. That’s all I’m going to say.”

“I’m starting to think your surname is actually Harrington.” You suddenly started as you sipped on the glass of wine, provided by room service. Your legs were placed to once side as you made yourself comfortable on the couch, already dressed in your long t shirt and shorts for bed soon.

Jonathan entered the living space and raised his head from his phone chuckling, “Believe what you want but I assure you it is not that.”

“Are you sure it’s not an embarrassing one? I will not make fun of you that is the case.”

“What is the deal with the surname talk? You plan on ratting me out to my boss or do you plan on marrying me? I wouldn’t mind being the first man to put a ring on your finger.” His laughter suddenly erupted and filled the room, caused you to nervously laugh with him. The latter at this stage was impossible for millions of reasons that you could not say aloud. You watched the man make his way to the glass coffee table and swipe his bottle of Guinness. You couldn’t let him have the upper hand, so you casually leaned back on the luxurious couch beside you, smirking as you took a sip from your wine.

“Look as much as the latter appeals to me, I want to know at least something about you that is at least as basic as your surname. You are literally a closed book! It is completely unfair that you know so much about me yet I know so little about you!”

Jonathan eventually turned to you and there was something about this man that also wound you up. It’s almost like he knew you inside and out, all the things you loved and hate about anything and everything but he still remained an enigma.

“Who’s fault is that?” He asked, catching your attention.

“Okay - it’s mine but still! Give me something!”

“In due time, good things come to those who wait.”

“Fuck this, I’m going to bed. Good riddance.” You let out a large huff and pulled yourself up. He quickly took your hand before you could leave, as you quickly spun round and almost tumbled into his lap, stopping yourself at an abrupt halt. Your hands were on his lap, intertwined with his. When your eyes moved up, you were caught in his orbs and time stopped for a moment. Your breath hitched and all thoughts in your mind left you blank.

“Ah, I’m sorry, let me just.” You quickly pulled your hand out of his and stood back.

“Oh no you have nothing to apologise for. I didn’t even realise I was doing that. I should be the one saying sorry.” He laughed nervously.

“No - no. It’s fine.” You tried to recollect your thoughts and remembered why you were standing in the first place. “Christ, I need some sleep.” You face palmed, “Don’t look at me, I’m going to walk back and if you try to grab my hand, you will not be using those to touch anything else, mister.” You sassily managed to retort. Your attitude caused him to laugh hysterically on the couch.

Beams of light shone through the closed curtains of your room and forced you to awaken from your slumber. While you remained in a blanket cocoon, head against the large pillow, you realised that sleeping comfortable was something you had gotten used to thanks to Jonathan! Given the fact that you were apprehensive at first when it came to being around him in such a closed space, wondering if you were a burden to him, it was quite the opposite. He had proven to you that he valued your company greatly and this holiday he promised he would show it.

“Yes, I’m aware of that. I’ve been busy with a lot of work. It’s not my fault!” You hear Jonathan’s voice and can’t help but step forward to see him wondering around the living space in a casual white t shirt and jeans. He looks “Look, now is not the good time to talk. I’m out working, it’s unsafe for you to call me. No of course not!” He turned to your room door, where he found you quickly ducking aside. “Look, we’ll talk about this another time. I’m busy.”

A few seconds later you slowly stepped out heard him speak once more, “Ah! Good morning, Y/N! My terrible spy, you need to get dressed. We’re going out.”

You rolled your eyes, how did he know you were spying on him when you were convinced your reflexes were fast?

“I thought you were meant to be working.” You retorted.

His face turned into a large grin. "You’re my guest, I can’t have you not having fun abroad! Come on, there’s something I must show you!” You watched him pick up an apple from the fruit basket provided and take a large bite. You looked from the movement of his muscles around the tightly fit shirt, to his tousled hair.

“Y/N, you’re drooling.”

Your eyes suddenly widen, “If I’m drooling for something it’s that apple. It looks bloody delicious.”

“Sure you’re not talking about anything else?”

“What could be more delicious than that apple you’re holding?” You asked with a blank expression.

“I can name a few things.” He said proudly grinning. What was that supposed to mean?! “Stop getting me distracted!”

“I wasn’t doing anything! You’re the one who’s actually drooling!”

“Don’t try this reverse psychology. It doesn’t work on me. Now go on, get changed, we’re going out for breakfast. Aren’t you hungry?”

“Oh god, yes.” You said as made your way back to your room.

When you stepped out of the shower, your phone buzzed against the desk. It was your beloved husband, you managed to snag a picture of him while he was sipping his tea, you remembered how after that photo was taken he scolded you for doing so. Quickly you answered the phone.

“Y/N! Thank goodness you’re there, I’ve been trying to reach you for ages!”

“How long has ages been?” You asked calmly, even though you could sense a panic in his voice.

“All yesterday! You wouldn’t pick up your phone! Are you alright? What’s been happening?”

“I’m fine, nothing’s happened to me." You answered, confused.

“I tried asking Bond where you were, says you haven’t spoken to him in a long while, so I tried the hotel you told me you were staying in and they said you checked out a couple of weeks ago. Is everything alright? Are you sure you’re not in any difficult situations because I’m home now, if you’d like to stay with me.”

“No I’m fine, honestly. I’ve just been keeping myself busy and I’ve got somewhere else I’m staying for the time being.”

“You know James is not as worried as I am. Forget him, but I feel obliged to watch and protect you.”

“Listen, I'm perfectly fine, you don't need to watch over me. I’m kind of just taking a break out of London. This whole situation has taken its toll on me, I haven’t been feeling to great and-” Before you continued you stopped and turned around, “I swear to god if you’re lurking behind that door I will pick up my hair brush and throw it at you.” You heard Jonathan quickly shuffle away and mumble an apology, causing you to smile helplessly.

“Who?” Q asked.

“Not you. Someone else.”

“You’re staying with someone else?”

“Yeah, it’s just a friend who apparently likes to eavesdrop as much as I do in conversations. It’ll pass.”

“By any chance is this who you’re living with?”

“What’s with all the questions? You know - we’re not-” You stopped yourself quickly.

“I know. I just - want to make sure you’re safe. That’s all. I still can care about you, you know.”

You didn't know how to respond to that, considering you hadn't realised that Q still cared after all this time. The way you two had ended was more down to his part of not being able to contact you after being hired by the MI6. He distanced himself from you and with that, you grew accustomed to the situation.

“That’s nice to know, Q. I just need time to get out and think that’s all. Look, I’ve got to go, I’m supposed to be heading out any time soon and my friend is waiting for me, I’d rather not keep them waiting.”

“Oh - right that’s fine. Just make sure you drop me a message to let me know that you’re still there, alright? I do worry for you and I fear that we may not have been able to talk things through with the little time we’ve shared together. I’d like to know how you’re doing if James isn’t going to be the one to tell me himself.”

“Alright.”

“Have a good day, Y/N.”

You could tell the tone in his voice on the other end of the line showed great concern. He was truly worried and you could tell. However, this was Q. You knew him to be vulnerable when you first married him, although ever since you had reunited with him, he seemed more cold, sarcastic, immune to emotion, after all maybe that’s what his time in London could have done to him and somehow, that’s what caught you by surprise. But then there was another thing too, why had he been calling you the moment James was gone? What triggered this sudden feeling of needing to know how you were and where you were that only a significant other would feel. You managed to brush it from your mind and opt for a pair of dark blue jeans and a plain white shirt with trainers. Something casual, nothing that Jonathan hasn’t seen you in before.

As you stepped out, you found him opening the door for room service and smiling at you once the tea had arrived. God that smile. If only you could see him in only just an innocent light. Although you couldn’t. This man, there was something about him that kept your heart racing, sometimes left your mind blank and most of all intrigued, wanting more from him. Something that you admittedly once felt for James but that quickly vanished when you had second thoughts. But with Jonathan, there were no second thoughts. It was just him that constantly gave you that feeling, even from a simple smile. He looked at you as if you were the only woman in the world that mattered, which left you also feeling vulnerable, as though he was silently pulling down your guard.

The two of you headed to to a nearby café on foot and eventually Jonathan opened up about himself a little more. He spoke about his hobbies and interests. You learned about how he hadn’t always wanted to work in the murky world of espionage and actually aspired to work in a completely different career.

“You surely have the talent with how dramatic you are. I’m sure I told you a couple of weeks ago that this was your destined career.”

“I didn’t want to give you the satisfaction.” He laughed, “You get very smug when you’re right about something. It’s one of the little things about you that really sticks with me. You give a smirk like that! What you’re doing right now!”

“I’m not doing anything!” Your gasp turned into a laugh.

The two of you spent the rest of the day sightseeing. Jonathan took you to the nearest bike rental store and the two of you spent time cycling and getting to know the city you were staying in, while Jonathan was courteous enough to explain everything as he had been here before, once. You rode past the Palais des Nations building in complete awe with what remained before you and Jonathan could see it when you had stopped, causing him to quickly break and move back to you.

“Beautiful isn’t it?”

“It’s amazing. Never thought I’d see it in person. The architecture is something that had always appealed to me with buildings like this.”

“You like a little architecture? Then follow me my lady, I will show you the right place to go.” He said with a smirk, beckoning you to follow him.

It had been almost twenty minutes of cycling until Jonathan stopped in front of St. Pierre Cathedral and you had to say, you were gobsmacked. The architecture was a thing of beauty, again something you hadn’t expected to see in such a short space of time but Jonathan took pride in showing you around a place he knew. He stepped off his bicycle and helped you lock both of them as you made your way into the cathedral, theatrically leaving his arm out for you to hold onto. You took it with a smile as he spoke to you about the history of the building and how he learned from it on a drunken night out, stumbling on this place and meeting someone who was knowledgeable enough to speak about the place. Then before you knew it, you were exhausted, making your way back to the hotel by the time it reached 5.00 pm.

While inside the taxi, Jonathan spoke to you further about places you wanted to see, and if there was anything particularly you wanted to do, which you suggested skiing straight away. The quick suggestion made him laugh and he had promised you that it was going to happen.

There was a look of sincerity in his eyes when he turned to you, which caught you off guard. “Look, I know it is late and you probably want to get some rest but I was wondering if you would like to accompany me to this restaurant I’ve been meaning to try out tonight.”

You raised your eyebrow, “I imagine I have no choice because you already booked a reservation?”

“Most definitely but again, I’m only trying to do the gentlemanly thing by asking you.”

“If this is some fancy place, you know I don’t have anything to wear - right?”

“It’s fine. We can sort something out.”

“This is not a date.” You quickly stated, pointing your finger in the air quickly.

“Well, what happens in Geneva stays in Geneva.” He stated, “But it’s two friends just having a drink, so be it.” He winked, causing your stomach to stir with butterflies.