#and when he runs away from the office in help wanted i swear 🥺

[rataticaisdreaming]

i drew my second favorite character in fnaf!

and look, toy bonnie is there too 🩵

[gh0stsp1d3r]

I have this Carmy request if it’s okay hehe

Carmy x fem!reader where she’s new to Chicago and desperately needs a job, she’s newly pregnant (her bf having run off the minute she told him she was pregnant), so she walks into a new upcoming restaurant for a job, The Bear. She’s rambling and apologizing as she shows Carmy her résumé because she has no experience in the food industry (she was an elementary teacher for a couple years before), but also telling him she really needs a job because she’s alone with a baby on the way. He really wants to help her, so he hires her either as a hostess or an assistant (he didn’t want her in the kitchen just for safety reasons (her being pregnant), and because she doesn’t have experience in the kitchen). Anyways, The Bear staff embrace her like she’s family, always looking out for her, Tina mothering her, Syd becoming her best friend, Marcus making sweets whenever she’s craving it, even Richie being super soft with her, but Carmy especially gets REALLY close with her, like to the point where he’s driving her to and from work (b/c she doesn’t have a car), he’s taking her to her prenatal appointments, letting her take breaks in his office (her napping on his couch), him even being there for the birth of her daughter because she doesn’t want to be alone, etc…

Also The Bear staff throwing a baby shower for Y/n🥺 Her showing up at work and being surprised to it🤧🤧 Y/n definitely crying into Carmy’s chest🤧

Anyways, they officially start dating close to the end of her pregnancy, and honestly they both fall head over heals 🤧

Y/n’s daughter’s first word being directed at Carmy… “Dada”😭 Carmy melting😭😭

ℳℴ𝓇ℯ 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓃 𝒶𝓃𝓎𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔

stop this is so cute.

𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

Your chances of finding a place to work were slim to none- you tried everywhere, the Walmart, Walgreens, even the random corner store. But because you were pregnant, they wouldn’t hurt you.

Of course your asshole of an ex boyfriend ran away the second he heard you were pregnant, while you cried and begged for him to stay. But you could get through on your own- you know you could.

You opened up the doors, a man conversing with a woman behind the counter. They both turned to the door upon hearing the bell ring.

“Hello..” you said, with a small wave, walking towards them.

“Hey, uh, sorry, but we’re actually renovating right now.. in case you missed the sign-“ the man started, but you handed him your résumé, and he stopped talking as he glanced over the words.

“I’m actually here for the job.” You said.

“Okay.. do you have any… actual cooking skills?” He said, picking up the paper and glancing at you, one hand was running through his hair.

“No. But I really need this job- any job. I’m.. pregnant, and my ex left me, and I’m about to be a single mother so-“ you said with an anxious laugh, “every other place rejected me, I swear I-“

Sydney’s eyes widened as she heard you talking, she felt bad. And so did Carmy as he nodded while listening to you, the paper on the counter.

“It says you were a teacher before..?” He pointed to the paper once you had stopped your rambling.

You nodded, “Yes. I’m very good with math, science, or anything really.”

He thought for a moment. Sydney spoke and interrupted the silence.

“Chef, can I talk to you for a second in the kitchen?” She said, he looked at her and nodded.

“Stay here, please.” He said to you, turning around and following Sydney.

“What’s up?”

“I think we should hire her.”

“I don’t wanna kick her out and leave her on the streets. But what could she be?” Carmy said.

“An assistant or something.” She shrugged.

“That could work..” he said, picturing it. He nodded and opened the doors again.

“Would you wanna be an assistant?” He asked you, your eyes lit up and you quickly nodded.

“Please.”

“You’re hired.” He said, and he felt like he did the right thing when you smiled, thanking him multiple times.

You were perfect with the rest of the family, they all loved you. Even Richie did.

Carmy had especially grown close to you and your child, so close that every day your daughter saw him, she ran up and hugged his legs with a giant smile.

He had taken you to doctor appointments, and he had made you any cravings you had when pregnant. It was close to the end when you both started dating.

He was there when you gave birth, holding your hand and helping you through it all. He loved your daughter and you more than anything else.

You smiled as you entered the bear, wrapping your arms around his neck as soon as you saw him. You kissed him, getting lost in it until your daughter started babbling.

You laughed as you both pulled away, you picked her up, and handed her to Carmy.

“Hey!!” He said in that sweet baby voice that you loved, it was adorable. He looked at her with a smile and tan a hand through her hair, moving it from her face.

“Addy.” She said, and you both looked at each other for a second and back to her.

“Is she trying to say…” you started.

“I think so.”

“Who’s that, baby? Is that daddy?” You spoke to her.

“Daddy.” She said. His eyes widened, as he smiled and laughed at her. You laughed with joy as well.

“Holy…”

“Awww!” You said, he smiled and gave her a small kiss on her forehead. His heart melted when she said that, he was overjoyed.

[datsleepygirl]

Hi hi Saya!! I hope you’re doing well :) this is my first time requesting from anyone so I’m a bit nervous lmao- :’) I’ve been following your blog for a little while and I loved your mornings with Zoro scenario it was so adorable 🥺 could I ask for some cuddling hcs with my boys Corazon and Koby please? I love them sm it’s kinda sad 😭 tysm! And please take your time with this, take care of yourself 💜\(//∇//)\💜

ok so I definitely took my time with this, which I am terribly sorry about :((( no worries, it's finally here. I added Law as an extra to make up for taking so long to get this done so I hope you don't mind. I'm also not familiar with the characters you've requested, so I hope Law is one of the characters you like. Thanks for requesting!

Cuddling HCs with One Piece Men

Corazon

- First of all, get the ciggies and the lighter away from him, unless you want to be roasted alive.

- This man lives for you running your hands through his blond hair, undoing the knots in them.

- Fluffy jacket on while cuddling with him is always appreciated.

- There will be moments where he's using his abilities to make sure you both have a comfortable environment to cuddle, perhaps even falling asleep.

- Moments like this are very rare since he's always working. I swear it makes Doffy jealous that his brother got someone to cuddle with.

- I believe that you, him and smol Law fell asleep on your bed with the two f you sandwiching Law. Let's just say that the both you you enjoyed it more that Law did.

- Also, remember to snatch that hat when you are hugging him, that'll make him crave cuddles more.

Koby

- Shy

- Shy.

- SHY.

- You can't tell me that this boy isn't shy while cuddling. If you don't, get help. (Bombastic side eye)

- Definitely grandpa's favourite couple.

- The only time he'd hug you in public will be when someone is either flirting with you or that person is unable to keep their hands to themselves.

- Not big on PDA, but will be when someone is treating you in a inappropriate way.

- Forehead kisses is a must, wrestle me to change my mind.

- I don't know much about him, so I'm sorry if this is short :(

Law

- Ahh, so you've wrestled him into bed. Good for you. judging by the bags under his eyes and the dark circles along with it made it hard to believe that hE wAsN't TiReD

- Melts into your touch once you've settled with him under the covers. Mf wraps his arms around you immediately and he wraps them around you tightly, best wishes to you if you need to go to the bathroom at night.

- I mean, you can, but once you get out of bed he'll be awake and will get back to work, so either let him go back to work or hold it in. Getting out of bed while this man is cuddling with you is NOT a good decision.

- On rare occasions where this dude is dead asleep, prepare to wake up covered in drool. He refuses to admit that it's his, but we all know the truth.

- Like pal, it must've been Bepo's.

- When this man is having nightmares about his past, just pull him closer to your chest and he'll cry it all out. He's stressed, but he feels safe in your arms. You bring him comfort.

- If you guys are not on the bed, you're probably cuddling in his office. You facing him while sitting on his lap with him burying his face in the crook of your neck, inhaling your scent, his scent, to be exact.

- Shy about cuddling, but can't get enough once you manhandled him into it. Don't tease him, just hug him.

- Once you've hugged him at least four times a day for two consecutive months, dude will come looking for you and hinting that he wants cuddles without saying anything. Big sighs, rubbing his hands on his arms, you name it.

- "iT's KiNdA CoLd In HerE"

- stuff like that

- Just hug him.

- Please.

[themorningsunshine]

Woken up today with a full body rash from an allergic reaction to something I ate :( how do you think Bucky would react and look after you? I’m feeling v sorry for myself sat here lathered in calamine lotion and napping with a fever 🥺🥺

I am so sorry to hear you had to go through that. 🥺 Hope you're doing better now.

I am sorry this took me so long. I am in the middle of the exhausting process of college applications and spend days without even opening Tumblr.

I have written a tiny drabble. Also, I know absolutely nothing medical-related so please let me know of any mistakes.

You woke up with a slight itch on the knee. Ignoring it was easy in the beginning until the constant itching started to drive you crazy.

Your friend at work approached you and asked if you were okay when she saw you itching your forehead with sheer irritation. That's when you noticed the itching wasn't localized to just your knee.

You took a leave from work as soon as you could and rushed home.

Running to your bathroom, you stripped down your clothes and looked in the mirror only to realize that you were covered in rashes.

Horrified, you called your personal doctor who was kind enough to come to your house to check up on you.

You lay in your bed staring up at the ceiling. The doctor had left the house about half an hour ago and things had just gotten worse. The doctor had told you that this was an allergic reaction to something you ate yesterday and it was going to last at least for the rest of the day.

She had given you calamine lotion to apply and had warned about a fever that you could feel coming up. So, you didn't want to get up from the blanket and tried all that you could to make the itchy feeling go away. The calamine lotion sat on your table as if glaring at you but you didn't have the energy to get up.

When you heard the main door opening, you pulled the blanket closer to your face.

You could hear frantic footsteps rushing toward your room but you weren't scared. You knew exactly who that was.

When the door opened, familiar concerned blue eyes met yours and you could swear you saw Bucky leave a breath of relief.

He rushed towards your bed and you pulled the blanket further. You didn't want him to look at your rashes.

"Buck, how the hell did you reach here so soon? Your office is at least a half an hour drive and called you 10 mins ago."

Bucky rubbed his neck and gave you a sheepish grin. "I was just worried about you, doll."

You gave him a smile that you hoped was convincing. "I'm okay, really. It's just an allergic reaction to something I ate. I am guessing it was the Thai food last night. Too bad it was so tasty." You chuckled, attempting to lighten the mood and ease his nerves.

Bucky took a step ahead and kept a hand on your forehead. "Gosh, doll. You're burning up."

"It's just a side effect. I swear I am fine."

Bucky narrowed his eyes at you and then the lotion sitting on your bedside table caught his eye.

"Doc gave it. Supposed to make the rashes better. I was about to apply it."

Bucky picked up the lotion and sat on the bed beside you. "Sit up straight for me, doll."

"B-Buck, you don't have to do this. I can do it on my own. Trust me, it's fine." You knew that you were too tired to apply it yourself but you didn't want to trouble him either. You would pull yourself together.

"Doll, I know you can. But you don't have to. Let me help, please?" And then he gave you his infamous puppy dog eyes. You almost gave in. Almost.

"Buck, it's - it's not pretty under this." You shook your head towards the blanket.

Bucky just shook his head. How you could think that you would ever look anything less than an angel to him, he would never know.

He slowly leaned ahead and took the blanket away from you. You half expected him to flinch away but he just looked at the rashes with soft eyes and gently caressed them.

You couldn't help but smile.

After about half an hour, you slept, covered in calamine lotion and down with fever, while Bucky sat right there, looking at you. In case you needed something, he didn't want to be even a minute away.

[littlelioncub43]

did dennis ever get to fuck the reader’s boobs like he was promised? i feel like he would genuinely pass away right then and there if she did thinking she was only saying that in the heat of the moment 😰

Hehehehehhehehhe— I'll write it right here right now 😈

Also, if you guys know of any other Dennis gifs, send them my way 🥺

A Promise is a Promise

Summary: You follow through on a promise that Dennis hadn't taken seriously. You show him that you like to keep your word.

Pairing: Sub!Dennis Baker x Soft dom!Female!Reader

Warnings: smut (18+ ONLY, MINORS DNI), oral sex (m receiving), tit fucking, making out, the first appearance of brat!Dennis, fluff, idiots in love, Dennis being a workaholic, reader being a wonderful person (because you're a wonderful person), and dom/sub dynamics.

Word count: No idea, I wrote this on my phone, any grammatical and spelling errors are my own

A/N: Here it is! I'd like to thank this nonnie for remembering that I mentioned titty fucking in my first Dennis fic 🥺🤧 like you remembered that little detail??? You remembered???? Took my heart and put it in your pocket. So! I dedicate this fic to you, Nonnie— whoever you are. 💖

Kisses 💋

—K

Dennis's eyes blurred for what felt like the hundredth time as he stared at what he swears was the hundredth email asking for help logging into the work data base. He groaned and tossed his glasses on to his desk, rubbing his eyes as he slouches back in his office chair.

"Fuuuuucking hell," he grumbled to himself as he tried to ease the headache that was building behind his eyes. He was thankful he was working from home today, he would be running up the walls if he was actually at work, but he felt a twinge of guilt strum in his chest since he left you alone for a good chunk of the day.

You were spending the weekend with him, and Dennis couldn't be happier. Waking up to you bundled up in his bed looking like an actual angel felt like a dream. He had to touch you to make sure you were real, and when you nuzzled sleepily into his palm on your cheek, he nearly melted.

"Knock knock," you called politely from the doorway. You smiled softly when Dennis' eyes snapped open. "It's late, Den, you should probably get ready for bed."

"Mm," he hummed and scratched the back of his neck as you approached him, "I got a handful of emails to reply to then, I'll be done for today."

You stood between his thighs when he turned to face you, his hands hesitating once before resting on the slope of your hips. Carding your hands through his hair, you gaze down at your shy boyfriend, you can see how tired he is, how his eyes can't seem to focus, and the bloodshot veins that throb in agitation.

"How many more?" You ask softly, smirking when he glances down with a shy smile.

"28," he admits. You chuckle and tilt his head back so he can look at you. Slowly, you plant a kiss on his forehead, cradling his head in your hands tenderly. Dennis can't help but shut his eyes.

"How many more?" You ask again. Dennis blushes, his eyes still shut.

"28," he repeats. You dip your lips lower, kissing the right corner of his mouth, his head tilting to chase your lips but you evade him expertly.

"How many?" You repeat, your voice smoother and sultry. Dennis takes a shaky breath.

"20," he whispers, his grip on your sleeping shorts tightening. Anticipation coats the air heavily as your lips ghost over his to the other side of his mouth, pressing a teasing kiss.

"Now?" You whisper, your hand falling from his face to slide down the front of his chiseled body. Dennis gasps, a shiver zipping up his spine when your hand goes lower and lower. He lets out a choked moan when you grasp his hard cock through his slacks. "I asked you a question, Den."

"F-Fuck," he moans under his breath, his forehead resting against yours. Part of him wants to cave immediately, but some part of him wants to keep the game going. His eyes open, the fire behind them is strong and playful — defiant. "15."

His answer surprises you, to say the least. You smirk proudly at him, rewarding him with a firm squeeze to his throbbing cock. You loved when he was like this, it meant you could be a little rougher with him— which he loved.

The hand still in his hair pulls his head back, your grip a little tighter than normal. The sting at his scalp makes Dennis groan, a little louder than intended but he couldn't help it. Once his neck is exposed, your sinful lips descend upon the pristine skin. Nipping and biting, you leave your mark on his throat, paying special attention to the spot on his jaw that sends his hips rutting up into your hand.

"How many?" You growl softly in his ear.

"15," he growls back without hesitating. He smiled to himself for being able to respond, his victory was short lived before he was gasping your name. Your hand on his dick stroked him through his slacks, the heel of your palm giving him just the right amount of pleasure to have him burning for more. "Oh fuck..."

"My, you're being a brat today, aren't you, Den?" You muse playfully in his ear, chuckling along with him at his stubbornness. "But I know how to get what I want from you. I always get what I want, Den, you know that."

He did.

"You're going to stop working," your tender lips brush against the shell of his ear as you speak and nearly break his resolve, Dennis is already formulating a sassy response, "and you're going to fuck my tits. Just like I promised."

Well, fuck.

Dennis' brain short-circuits when he hears you. He remembers your promise clear as day, but he thought you were only saying that to make him cum. Any smart comment or response dies on his tongue, his mouth is suddenly dry. He swallows thickly and tries to speak but merely whimpers in response. You fight back a giggle, and pull back to look down at your broken sweetheart. He looks up at you with wide, lust-filled eyes, his gaze flicking from your eyes to your braless breasts, his mouth hung open as he pants heavily, his cheeks tinted pink with excitement.

"Do you want that, baby?" You coo as you swipe your thumb along his bottom lip, something he loves. A broken moan and frantic nods serve as his answer. You catch his moan in your mouth as you slam your lips on his in a desperate kiss. His lips move in tandem with yours, moaning effortlessly as your tongue explores his mouth. The kiss is heated but brief, leaving Dennis aching for more, you hold him back in his seat by his neck when he chases your lips. "Take your fucking pants off, Den."

Dennis' hands work as fast as they possibly could to undo his belt and zipper. You loved watching him take his cock out, there was something so erotic about watching his hands tremble with excitement or nerves as he reveals himself to you. You're pulled from your thoughts as he shoves his pants and boxers down around his ankles.

Dennis shivers as the cool air of the room hits the heated skin of his cock. He shivers again when he feels your hungry gaze locked on his private part. It takes everything in him not to cover himself with his shirt, a part of him still wanting to hide in fear.

"Fucking hell, Dennis, you have such a pretty cock," you moan and caress his cheek. The air seems to be knocked out of his lungs.

"It-It's pretty?" He squeaks softly, looking up at you. Your soft smile and nod sends his heartbeat into a tizzy.

"Soooo fucking pretty, baby," you whisper and kiss his lips once before slowly fall to your knees, Dennis' head dipping down to follow your lips. You smile and push at his chest gently, "lean back for me, Den."

He leans back in his chair, his eyes crazed with want. You rub his inner thighs and hum appreciatively to yourself, your eyes drink in his dick. You traced each vein on his shaft with your eyes, and your mouth watered when you saw his leaking tip with beads of precum slipping down his mushroom head.

"Prettiest fucking cock I've ever seen," you sigh, and wrap a hand around his base.

"Ah!" Dennis gasps as your lips encase his tip, your tongue swirling around his flesh to collect the small ropes of precum. His head falls back against the headrest as you suck more and more of him into your mouth. Dennis' thighs twitch with each bob of your head, you were messy when you sucked him off but holy hell you were drooling around him like you hadn't eaten in years.

"Holy shiiiit! Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck!" Dennis shouts when you swallow his entire length, your tight throat contricting around him as you swallow again and again and again. One large hand holds the back of your head, the feeling of your nose pressing into his groin is torturous in the most divine way possible, the other braces against the bookcase behind his desk. When you pull back, Dennis whimpers, but you shush him and pull off your ribbed tank top. The chill of the room has your nipples hardened into buds, but you couldn't find it in you to care too much when he was looking at you like you created the universe.

"Oh my god, you're going to fucking kill me," he says breathlessly as you bring your bare chest to his soaked cock.

"Don't give out on me now, Baker, we haven't had our fun yet," you giggle and give him a cheeky wink before grabbing the sides of your chest. He smiles at your joke and bites his lip when he feels the plush flesh of your tits surround his member.

"Oh god, ohh fuck!" He whines, your breasts were so fucking soft he swears he's never felt anything like it. His eyes want to roll back but he manages to keep them on you, the sight of his hard cock sandwiched perfectly between your gorgeous tits was one he never wanted to forget. His legs trembled as he waited for you to move or to tell him what to do, always the good boy.

You hum appreciatively when you notice his restraint and give his tip a sloppy, tongue-filled kiss. He whimpers and leans back, trying his best to keep from blowing his load immediately.

"Go on, Den," you practically moan to him, "fuck my tits, baby."

He didn't need to be told twice.

With a shy nudge of his hips, Dennis rutted into you. His face twists and crumples as he glides through the valley of your chest with ease, his eyes switching from rolling back in his head to watching in rapture how your flesh moves with his slow thrusts perfectly.

The sounds Dennis was making were absolutely heavenly. Thin, breathy whines and moans of your name, sudden deep growls that vibrated in your bones, and cute high pitched, stuttered curses flowed freely from his bitten lips. When you push your hands into your flesh harder, Dennis groans louder, one hand now gripping your shoulder in a death grip as his thrusts speed up.

"Oohhhhhhhhhh fuuuuuuuuuuck!" He cries out when his hips find a hurried pace, his resolve finally snapping.

"Yeah, that's it, Den, fuck me, baby, fuck my tits," you encourage, your tongue teasing his head each time he bottoms out. The demure work space now alive with his unending cries of pleasure, the salaciously slick heated clapping of skin on skin, and your sinful words of encouragement.

"I'm close! Baby—I'm close!" He groans through his teeth as you move with him, massaging and manipulating your flesh in a delirious rhythm that left Dennis' mind scrambling.

"Come on, Den, cum all over me, baby, make a fucking mess," you reply with a smirk. With a hushed 'fuck' as he tossed his head back, Dennis suddenly sits up in his office chair, his hands roughly replacing yours on your breasts. The hurried pace changes into a frantic, animalistic one, his grip is bruising on your skin, and the way he fucks into you is nothing short of ravaging.

"Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck—" he cuts himself off with a sudden shout of your name, a shiver wracking his body as his head tilts towards the ceiling once more, his eyes shut tight. You feel his member throb erratically, and can't help but moan.

"Look at me, Dennis " you call out in a tone you know he can't disobey. Dutifully, his eyes peel themselves open and he does as you ask, his face was flushed and dewy with sweat as his unfairly muscular body tensed with pleasure. "You gonna be good for me?"

"Y-Yes! Always!" He cries out in a pleasure strained voice. He meant it, too. He was always gonna be good for you.

"Then cum all over me, Dennis," you say in a sinisterly sweet voice, the filthy words a stark contrast to your tone, "be my good boy, baby..."

"M'your good boy!" Dennis grunts mostly to himself, the tendons in his neck bulging as his balls draw tight, the pleasure building in his groin was far too much to handle any longer.

"I'm your good boy!" He practically screams, his voice waivering and high as he cums all over you. His tip just peeking out of the valley of your tits as his hips unceremoniously sputter to a halt. He watches as he paints your tender skin with his seed, each rope coating you in a thick white ribbon. A few spurts land on your neck and chin, much to your surprise.

Dennis moans as he releases his grip on your breasts, his taught muscles slowly relaxing into the chair beneath him. His chest heaves as he looks at you: your hair still neat, your face flushed, eyes lustful and amused, and your tits— oh, the sight. Each globe of flesh was painted in his spend, dripping and oozing down your curvy slopes, your delicate neck was coated as well. God, it was absolutely glorious.

"Jesus fucking Christ," he gasps between deep breaths, his body was nearly completely numb and his ears had a pleasant ringing echoing through them. You giggle at the mess of a man before you, making him smile tiredly.

You swipe a finger through one of the pools of cum on your neck and bring it to your lips. Dennis' jaw drops when you slurp his cum off your finger with a moan. You clear a strand off your chin, making sure Dennis watches as you do it. When you're finished with your little show, you smile at him sweetly and rise to your feet.

He catches your hands and pulls you into his lap, not caring if his seed stains his shirt. His lips latch on to yours needily, craving that gentle intimacy that he's been deprived of for years. You happily oblige, cradling his head in your hands lovingly as you give him a soft kiss. You lose the next five minutes to your tender kisses and gentle caresses. When you finally release him from your hold, he looks dazed and blissed out— like his brain was a puddle of sweet feelings (and it was).

"Let's get ready for bed, Den," you suggest. This time he offers no resistance, simply nodding and nuzzling into your hands with his scruffy face. With some coaxing, you manage to get him cleaned up and tucked in bed in no time. When your eyes drift shut, you listen to the steady breaths of the sleeping man beside you, his arm slung over your waist affectionately and his face hidden in the crook of your neck. The steady thump thump thump of his heartbeat is a gentle lullaby that eventually pulls you into a peaceful sleep.

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[mlmxreader]

Job Offering | Fox Mulder x Male!Reader

request; I'm really sorry but I'm gonna ask for one again bc my heart... Could you do like a kind of part 2 of chomp chomp ( Mulder x male) were the reader get a job offer at the Smithsonian museum for research or something and he surprised Mulder with the news? Like something fluffy bc I can't handle angst and i't will fill my heart with joy 😔❤️

Thanks love u - anon

summary; you get an offer for a temporary job at the zoo, putting you in the exact same place with Mulder - but will he appreciate his boyfriend being in town and so close?

warnings; swearing

author’s note; please listen to Chomp Chomp by Alestorm 🥺, also I changed it from the Smithsonian to the zoo (just bc it keeps w the alligator thing djfkdjdjdjs)

Part One: CHOMP CHOMP

A job offer had come to you shortly after your work with Mulder, who you saw occasionally when you both had time and could both meet between Mississippi and Washington, just a temporary job helping out the zoo in Washington - their alligators had been showing signs of stereotypical behaviour as well as becoming aggressive towards one another, and as you were the expert, your help was recommended; things were going well in Mississippi, though, the alligator population along the river was thriving and less and less people were stealing their eggs and poaching the bigger bulls - so you discussed the temporary job with your team, as although you were more than confident in them, you didn't want to leave if they needed you. But they told you that it was fine, thanks to things calming down they could spare you, and with the relief of knowing that things wouldn't go terribly the second you stepped foot in Washington, you called up the zoo, and you accepted their offer.

Before your trip to Washington, though, you decided against telling Fox about it as you wanted it to be a surprise and you didn't feel like ruining such a surprise whilst on your last meeting-in-the-middle-date with him; but you were excited when you landed in Washington, more than excited to rush through the airport and to your taxi - the zoo had offered to pay for your accommodation in a block of flats, the same one where Fox lived, for the time that you would be helping them. Although it was on the floor above and further down the hall, so you weren't exactly neighbours.

Putting your things away in the flat was easy enough, just a few things to go into cupboards and drawers and the like, just a few lots of clothes that were easily washed and dried in the local laundromat; you were excited, you weren't sure how Fox would handle it, though. You had been dating for a little while, sure, but you didn't know if he would find it as exciting as you did; eventually, though, you picked up the phone at the bedside table, and you put in his number. Two rings, and he answered.

"Mulder."

"Hey," you knew the word broke slightly beneath your nerves.

"(y/n)? Is that you?" Fox asked gently.

"Yeah, it's me,"you were getting nervous, "what would you say if I was in Washington right now?"

"I'd ask you to come over to my place and bring some orange juice," he laughed softly. "Why?"

"I'm, uh, I'm kind of in Washington," you chuckled.

"Where?" He asked.

"Same block of flats as you," you explained, "next floor up, down the hall... why?"

There was silence for a moment and the ruffling and flicking through of a stack of papers before he sighed heavily. "I've got work early tomorrow, a meeting with Skinner about my latest report - come by the office for lunch?"

"Sure," you smiled, although there was something in your chest that made your heart sink. "You're not... you're not mad, are you?"

"Are you kidding?" Fox scoffed. "My boyfriend's finally in town and I get to see him again - why would I be mad?"

You checked in with your team back in Mississippi first thing in the morning, and they had told you that their only problem was that they had run out of teabags and the local shops didn't sell the brand that they liked; you asked what day you would start at the zoo, and the keeper on the phone told you that tomorrow would be best as the zoo would be closed and the veterinary team were visiting to check on all the other animals so they could help you, as well. It was a relief to know that your first real day in Washington wasn't going to be all work and no play, you could sort yourself out and could inform yourself of the area - although you had to admit, you weren't keen on the city itself. It was so loud, for a start, too many noises going on at once and too much volume to said noises; not to mention that being around so many people made you shake and tremble, your heart beating right out of your chest as you thought about how they were all laughing at you and they were all judging you; you weren't a big fan of the city, and when you eventually went over to the FBI building, you were coldly sweating and had a panicked look in your eyes.

The security guard was kind, though, and he complimented your hair with an approving nod, which made you smile as you got into the lift and went down to the basement, following the guard's instructions as you made sure that the visitor badge on your person was more than visible; you knocked on the door before opening it, and smiled as your gaze settled on Fox.

"Did you get here okay?" He asked, folded arms on the desk and his chin resting on his wrist as he looked at you with a lazy smile, his hair slightly out of place.

You took the seat opposite his desk and sighed heavily, placing the takeaway bag on the desk before leaning back in your chair and curling your throat. "Yeah, just... the city's a bit overwhelming, if I'm honest."

Fox nodded, understanding more than he wanted to admit as he sat up and looked into the bag eagerly. You had gotten his favourite, and for that, he would love you forever. "What made you wanna come here?"

"I, uh, I got a job offer," you explained, "y'know, kind of standard shit - zoo thinks its gators are exhibiting stereotypical behaviour and some other fucking stuff... it's temporary..."

"Temporary," Fox sounded disappointed as he opened the takeaway container and let the steam rise out of it. As glad as he was that you were in town, he had to admit that it was bittersweet to know that you would leave. Even still, he smiled and he tapped the desk softly. "Either way, I'm glad you're here."

"You are?" You asked quietly, reaching into the bag and pulling out what you gotten yourself. You copied his actions, although you placed the lid to the side of you instead of beneath the container.

"My boyfriend's in town, I'm having lunch with him for once, and it's only a two minute walk to his place," Fox shrugged, daring to let his smile get a little bit bigger. "I'm glad you're here, (y/n)."

You smiled back, running a hand across the back of your neck. "You're amazing."

"Maybe I should introduce you to some of my friends, other than Scully, I know you two get along just fine," he started, "for starters, the Lone Gunmen, Byers would love to meet you - do you know anything about bears?"

"A few bits here and there," you answered, "why?"

"He'll tell you," Fox replied, "if you do wanna meet them, that is."

"I do," you agreed. "I mean, I'd like to, but can it be the evening? I don't wanna sound selfish, but fuck, Fox, I wanna have some time with you all to myself."

His eyes flashed with excitement for a split second as he grinned and nodded. He was definitely glad that you had gotten that job offer. "I should be home at eleven tonight. I can leave the door unlocked or-"

"I'll swing by at half past," you chuckled, shaking your head. "If that's alright with you?"

"Yeah," his voice went quieter, almost as if he didn't want to disturb the peace that was budding in the room. "Y'know, I really am glad you took that job offer."

"I am, too... maybe tomorrow you could come down to the zoo and we could wander around on my break."

"I'd like that... but only if I can show you around the quieter places in the city in return."

WOMEN CAN INTERACT BUT DON'T BE CREEPY OR FETISHISTIC, THIS POST WAS NOT MADE FOR YOU BUT FOR MLM/NBLM

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anonymous asked: hello !! would it be possible to request a comforting hawks fic with an s/o who's hardworking and a bit of a workaholic..?? I love your writing btw !! I'm a bit new doe hehe 🥺🥺 I hope you have an amazing day/night !!! stay safe nd healthy 💕💕

a/n: thank you!! I hope you have a good time on this mess of a blog lmaooo. this is sort of a follow-up to one of my prompts from the milestone event, but you don't need to read it to understand this, there's just a reference to it!

pairing: takami keigo x fem!reader

warnings: anGST,,,, swearing, general keigo fuckery, some spiciness at the end so please do not read if you are under 18!!

word count: 1.1k

special thanks to @mindninjax for beta reading!

enjoy!

Some days you loved being your boyfriend's manager. It let you keep him close by, able to reach him at a moment's notice. 

Then there were days like today. Keigo had said some damnable things to a talk show host who had asked about your relationship. 

"So, Hawks, what's it like dating your manager?"

Keigo visibly stiffened, and so did you. This wasn't on the list of questions the producer had run by you a few hours before. Of course, the word had gotten out early on when a crazy fan had snatched his phone and saw his lockscreen of you. For the most part however, the public ignored it. 

You guessed that his fangirls didn't like having you attached to his image. 

He let out a nervous laugh. "It's great! I wouldn't want it any other way."

Your heart swelled and then immediately dropped into your feet when the host opened her mouth again. 

"Do you get paid extra for treating her? A nice night out in exchange for a more weighty check?" 

Hawks stood suddenly. "You don't get to talk about her like that. You're just some shitty talk show host. It's none of your goddamn business what goes on in my personal life. We're done here." 

He stormed off set and took flight, unable to be found for the next few hours or so. 

You were mortified, staring at the screen in disbelief. The horror of what he'd just done wouldn't just affect him, it would affect you. 

Your temples ached at the memory. It was the day after, and you were desperately trying to do damage control. You had talked for hours with the Heroes Public Safety Commission, who were millimeters away from firing you. 

It flashed you back to the night he'd asked you out. "This is gonna be a PR nightmare," you had said. 

God, you couldn't have been more right. 

While you loved Keigo deeply, and understood that he was only trying to defend your honor, he wasn't the one dealing with the repercussions. Insulting a member of the press was career suicide for some in the hero world. How would this look for Number 2?

The phone line clicked dead and you rested your head in your hands. You had been on the phone with your best friend, one of the few calls that didn't involve sucking up to the board members for Keigo's actions. She had reassured you that this too would pass, and in a week everyone would be talking about some new scandal anyway. 

How fucked up was that? 

The sound of the door closing didn't bring its usual comfort. In its wake, instead, was only dread. 

You didn't look at him as he entered your office. You had tried several times to text and call him, worried sick about where he was. You even used your emergency direct line. He didn't pick up. 

"I'm sorry." He whispered weakly. 

"Don't." At least he knew what he'd done. 

"Do you need anything? Water or coffee or-"

You stood up from your desk, staring him down with your exhausted, angry eyes. "You fucking did this, Keigo. Don't act like you want to help me now after I've cleaned up your mess. Get out."

His face fell along with his wings. He didn't say anything else, opting to leave you alone instead. Feathers dragged on the floor behind him as he walked out. 

You sat back down, on the verge of tears. You had hurt him, but he needed to know how his actions reflected back on you. The phone rang again, and you composed yourself. 

The distant sound of the shower turning on was drowned out by yet another board member chewing you out. 

An hour later he knocked on the door. The anger inside you had dulled, so you let him in. "What?"

He reached out for you, silently asking to take you in his arms. You let him, taking in the scent of his freshly washed hair and aftershave. He hugged you tightly, whispering how sorry he was over and over. "I should've just dodged the question. I shouldn't have taken off like that without letting you know where I was. Please understand that I just couldn't handle someone talking about you like that. I love you so much, and I thank God every day that I have a manager who's as amazing as you are. I don't deserve you, and you don't deserve the shit I've put you through." He sniffled, pulling you ever closer and nuzzling into your neck in an attempt to apologize. 

"Thanks, Keigo. That means a lot. I forgive you, but you missed out on the chance to let me sue for breach of contract." You pulled back, much to his dismay. "If it weren't for your little outburst, that 'shitty talk show host' would have been taken off the air in a heartbeat." 

Keigo relaxed, swiping at his eyes. "Next time, right? Ow-hey! I'm kidding, I'm kidding!" He yelped as you punched his shoulder. 

"There better not be a next time, mister." You warned, letting a smile slip into your face. 

"Seriously, let me cook for you. Let me run a bath for you. I brought home your favorite wine." He offered. 

"Oh, so you can get a more weighty paycheck, is that the end to means here?" You joked. 

"No! God, no. I just want to show you how much I appreciate you after I fucked up. I'm really sorry, dove."

You hugged him again, pressing a kiss to his neck. "I know. Just remember, you've got a meeting with the board tomorrow and I want you to take full responsibility. I am not gonna get fired because you're such a yandere."

"I don't believe you're using that word correctly."

You chuckled into his chest. 

The night was spent pampering you. He ran you a bath while cooking your favorite dish like he'd said, taking the time to massage the stress out of your shoulders and refilling your wine glass when you wanted. He let you comb through his wings, an activity that he regularly hated but had to have done every now and then to keep them straight and flexible. 

And later on he kept proving his apology with his head between your legs, leading to another bath where he held you tight and promised he'd take care of everything. 

Takami Keigo was one hell of a bastard at times, but he sure knew how to make up for it, and it made you love him even more. 

Even if loving him meant you'd have to clean up his messes sometimes, you wouldn't trade him for the world.