#but if it flops i will definitely be screaming and crying over it

[inklore]

i know it’s kinda dead around here but i really want to do a little sleepover event to get myself back into writing since i haven’t really written anything on here in almost 6 months </3

[desert-fern]

I Just Need a Hug - Mickey Garcia X Reader

Pairing: Mickey Garcia X Reader

Summary: Your week has been awful; your boss is a dick, you're overworked, and you just want to scream. When your husband beats you home, you can only hope to keep it together long enough for you to handle it on your own. Unfortunately, Mickey has a different idea.

Warnings: your boss is a dick (a small dose of misogyny for added measure), Mickey being an absolute gem, cuddles, crying, bad days, barely proofread, again very self indulgent...

Word Count: 3k

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Fucking men! You had had it up to the atmosphere with how done you are. In another spectacular combination of how much shit you could take, your day had sucked. Your supervisor, a middle aged man who was clearly done with life, had decided to make his problems your problems and now you were now stuck managing two entire labs as well as supervising your own projects. So it was only natural that your head was pounding as you pushed your way through the double doors leading to the parking garage. 

Everything hurt and you felt restless, like there were ants crawling under your skin. It was enough to make you shudder. You took a deep breath, blowing out the air and trying to get the proverbial monkey off your back. But it was no use. The monkey stayed stuck, and your mind continued to race through the endless possibilities of how you could have been better, how you could have been more organised, how everything seemed to fall at your feet. 

It just wasn’t fair. 

None of it was. You were good at your job, you wouldn’t have been promoted if you weren’t. So why then, did this one fucking man feel the need to belittle you and act like you were his emotional trash can? 

The thought was enough to make you cry as you drove home. Road noise blurred together with a stupid repetitive song on the radio and it was making you more anxious by the second. But turning it off didn’t help. 

It was like whatever was crawling under your skin had settled there, content to move around as much as it wanted. And it did. You felt itchy, your head pounding with both a headache and from the stress that clung to you from work. 

Your drive passed in a blur. It definitely wasn’t the safest you’d ever been while driving but your head had firmly trapped you in a feedback loop, forcing you to relive the painful moments from today, over and over and over. 

Sometimes your brain was a cruel fucker.

Parking in your driveway was simultaneously the best and the worst thing to happen to you today. It was a relief to be home, to finally get to see your husband after he’d been gone for a week. Of course you’d seen him yesterday, had your own little reunion last night, and early this morning, but it also meant that you couldn’t just shrug this funk off like you were used to doing. 

Mickey would goad you into telling him what happened. His kind brown eyes were always able to pull a confession from your lips, whether you wanted to or not. It endeared him to you and frustrated you to no end because some days, you just didn’t want to talk. 

Trudging up the steps, you unlocked the door and dropped your bags on the floor of the entryway. Your keys clattered in the little bowl that they lived in while not in use, and you could hear Mickey moving around nearby. He was either in the kitchen or the living room, and you weren’t ready to talk just yet. So you slipped your shoes off, creeping up the stairs as quietly as you could. 

You weren’t avoiding him on purpose. 

Who were you kidding? You definitely were. 

But you had your reasons. 

You just needed some space, that’s all. Time to de-people as Mickey had taken to calling it. But the way your head was buzzing was new. You had only just flopped back on the bed, blowing out a deep breath, when your clothes suddenly felt too tight, your throat too dry, and your mind too busy. 

You drew a shuddering breath, trying to will away this funk that had settled deep in your bones. “Just get changed,” you told yourself. “You’ll feel way better.” The calm and rational part of your brain was whirring brokenly, clunking along to the same rhythm as the pounding in your head. 

Hands shaking, you undid your belt and struggled to undo the button of your work pants, making you swear violently, and the frustration bubbled over until you could do nothing but slide to the floor and bury your face in your knees. 

Mickey had heard the thump from upstairs and turned the music down in the kitchen to listen for any noise to indicate what had just happened. “Mi vida? You okay?”

You heard his voice from downstairs, the not so subtle emphasis on his last question. He knew. 

Fuck. 

You were trying so hard not to worry him. He’d just gotten home after a routine training course a few hours away in Lemoore that had had him away for just over a week. Mickey would be tired. He didn’t need to deal with this. 

You could keep it together for dinner. 

So you drew in a few more shaky breaths, pressed the heels of your hands against your eyes, drawing bright sparks of colour flashing through your vision, and stood up. A few more tries and you undid the button on your pants, pulling them off as though they would bite you and throwing them in the direction of the hamper. Your shirt was next and you found yourself flopping back onto the bed, groaning. The task was simple enough, but between the sensory overload, the tag of your shirt scraping the back of your neck, and the sheer overwhelming nature of the task, you found yourself unwilling to even attempt it.

It could have been minutes or hours later, but you had plucked up enough courage and stripped off your work shirt before rifling through your husband’s drawers to find the softest, most worn shirt he had: the baby blue one that he had purposefully bought a little larger.

It felt like security. Like a safety net. 

And it always made him smile when he saw you in it. Mickey had never told you why it made him grin his thousand watt smile, but you loved it because the glimmer in his brown eyes always seemed to shine brighter whenever you grabbed this shirt. 

Putting it on felt like heaven. The soft fabric draped over you, warming where your skin touched it, and you could finally breathe. Mickey’s cologne washed over you, replacing the anger, the frustration that had coursed through your veins with the comfort and warmth that always radiated from your husband.  

For the first time since you left work, you were able to draw a full breath. 

All because of your husband. 

Downstairs, Mickey had gone back to making dinner, listening over the music as he heard you moving around. The creaking of the wooden steps had given away your journey from the bedroom, but he still pretended not to see you until you wrapped your arms around him from behind, burying your face against his shoulder blade. 

“Hey Mouse.” Your voice was muffled against his skin, very glad at how your husband had forgone a shirt this evening. He was warm from the stove and shone in the dwindling golden light from the sun through the window. The short curls that Mickey had let grow out in his time between deployments, glimmered in that same light, scattering threads of gold through his normally deep black hair. 

You had been awestruck by his beauty when you had first laid eyes on him, and now? Now, even with your eyes screwed shut and face pressed into his back, you could see him behind your closed eyelids as clear as could be.  

“Mi vida.” You felt the rumble of his voice beneath your cheek and grimaced slightly when Mickey pulled away, the pan before him clanking against the back of the stove as he turned off the burner. “I missed you, carina.” 

“I missed you too.” 

He drew you back into his arms, pressing a few kisses to your temple as you pushed your face into his neck, breathing him in. “No kisses for me, carina? What’s a man to do?” Mickey’s gentle teasing had you moving to look at him despite your better judgement, knowing that he’d seen right through the feeble mask you’d slapped on before coming downstairs. 

“Sorry baby. My head’s busy tonight.” Mickey glanced down at you before grinning into your kiss. “I missed you all week, Mouse. The house was really quiet.” Your voice was small as you suddenly fought off a wave of tears that wanted to fall, the shift in your body language jarringly abrupt and had your husband glancing down in concern. 

“What’s wrong?” 

You shook your head. “Nothing’s wrong. What are you making?” 

“That spicy pasta you love. What’s going on?” Mickey dismissed your attempt at shaking off his question and the furrow between his brows had your stomach sinking. The intelligence in those chocolate brown eyes combined with that little furrow made you want to dash your soul at his feet and beg him to fix you, but you couldn’t. 

You wouldn’t drop this on him on his first day back. 

Trapped in your thoughts, you went over the last week in your head. Your boss had called you too emotional three days ago in a poor excuse for a reason why you were suddenly doing more work for less money. You fought him on his excuses, calling his bluff at every turn, demanding answers. 

The dogged nature that had worked in your boss’s favour too many times had been turned on him, and as expected, he was not a fan. You knew that you were entitled to these answers, that you deserved an explanation for your troubles. 

“This is why I don’t work with women. They can’t be objective. Stop being hysterical and get back to work.” Your boss’s words echoed through your head, reigniting the frustration, the suffocating feeling you had had and turned your husband’s arms into what felt like prison bars. 

“… vida? Mi vida, what happened? Where’d you go?” Snapping back to reality, you jolted back, pulling out of your husband’s arms. You heard the confused sound that slipped from his throat and it sent waves of regret crashing against your heart. “Mi vida?” 

You couldn’t meet his gaze, staring at your bare feet. You knew that Mickey was watching you, you could feel the heat of his eyes as they ran over you. He was hurt, that much you knew. 

And you wanted to fix it, but it was like your mouth had been sewn shut, your mind’s vocabulary erased in an instant. You couldn’t describe what you felt, let alone explain it to your husband as you stood lamely before him. 

The lump in your throat grew as tears pricked your eyes. You squeezed them shut, trying to prevent the waves of emotions slamming into you, but it was no use. 

With a strangled sound, you crumpled to the floor, drawing your arms around yourself and letting the dam break. Tears flowed down your cheeks in rivers, your breathing turning ragged and desperate as you cried. 

Mickey was beside you in a heartbeat, pulling you onto his lap, and holding you to his chest, uncaring of your tears wetting his skin. His heart broke for you, wanting so desperately to fix whatever had made you break down like this. Distantly, he heard his mother telling him “Mijo, sometimes a girl just needs to cry. You don’t have to fix a thing, just be there,” and he resolved to do just that. 

So he sat there on the cold, hard floor, arms wrapped around you and let you cry away the pain and tension of the last few days. He had begun humming gently, pressing gentle kisses to your temple, and occasionally, letting reassurances fall from his tongue in the Spanish he knew you loved to hear. 

If a few tears fell from his own eyes, he would never tell you. You needed this cathartic release and Mickey was just glad that he had been here for you. “I’ve got you, mi vida. It’s okay. Let it out.”

You could feel the heat of Mickey’s palm gently moving up and down your back, drawing you back into reality as your sobs quieted and eventually stopped all together. “Mickey,” you murmured into his neck. 

“I’m here, carina. I’m not going anywhere.” The softness of his voice damn near set you off again and you cuddled closer to his chest like you were trying to crawl into his skin. Mickey kissed your forehead gently, burying his nose in your hair, trying to offer a fraction of the comfort you gave him on a day to day basis. 

“I know, Mouse.” Your voice was hoarse from your sobs and you hated how wet it sounded. It sounded weak to your ears and it was exactly the kind of reaction that your boss would condemn. “I’m sorry.” 

“Carina. Look at me.” Your husband’s voice was quiet but firm, refusing to hear another apology fall from your lips. “Never apologize to me for something like this. You hear?” 

“But..” 

“But nothing.” Mickey had taken your chin between his fingers, gently pulling your face from his neck to meet his eyes. “We said ‘for better or worse’, didn’t we?” 

At your wordless nod, he continued. “Then you know I mean it. What would you say if I apologized after a nightmare, hmm? That you are here, that you aren’t going anywhere, right?” 

Another nod. 

“So believe me, mi vida, when I say that it would take a whole lot more than you ugly crying all over me for me to even entertain the idea of leaving.” Mickey’s chest rose and fell under your hands, breathing deeply after his speech. “Te amo, carina. Te amo mucho.” 

“I love you too,” you whispered, leaning forward to rest your head against his. Your heart felt lighter after you cried, but you still felt strangely numb. 

Mickey kissed you gently, your first real kiss since you had come home. The first time you had kissed him in a week. It was like coming home and when he pulled away, you nearly whined. “None of that now,” Mickey whispered. “You still have to tell me what happened to make you so upset.” 

You opened your mouth to argue, but quickly shut it at the look in your husband’s eyes. There would be no dissuading him from this. You swallowed harshly, ducking your head back into his neck. You were still trying to avoid the gentle curiosity and worry that blended together in the eyes of the man you loved. “Had a shit day and I really don’t want to talk about it.” 

“Mmm.” Mickey’s quiet hum made you smile for some reason. “You know mi vida, a woman I love very much once told me that letting a bad day fester is never good, and that the best cure is a big hug and ranting and raving like a lunatic.” 

You groaned, hating when he used your own words against you. “I did say that, didn’t I?” 

“Did you? I could have sworn that that was my other wife,” he teased, chuckling at the face you made at his words. “Not to worry, carina. There never has been anyone but you since the day I met you.” 

“I know Mouse. I know.” Your head had gone fuzzy with the multitude of ways to explain your past week but none of them flowed together in a way that communicated even a fraction of your experience. “I… I just don’t know how to begin…” you trailed off, risking a look up at his face. 

Mickey was watching you, his rich brown eyes meeting yours and holding your gaze. An unspoken intensity lingered there, but knowing your husband, he wouldn’t pry. But he never had to. His gentle eyes, his strong arms around you, and the soft strength in which he carried himself never failed to make you feel safe and you wanted  to spill your guts. Dash every hope, wish, prayer, and thought you had made during the week at Mickey’s feet. You wanted… Well, you didn’t know what you wanted. 

Sensing your dissociation, Mickey poked the end of your nose, chuckling when you jolted at the feeling. “Just start from where you can, okay mi vida?” 

And you did. Your story rambling and twisting as you tried to detail every last horrible second of your week when Mickey was away. He sat quietly, listening to every stumbled over word, nodding and making small sounds of acknowledgement, support, or whatever the moment called for, and you found yourself falling more for your husband. 

Once you had finished your rant, you seemed to collapse into Mickey’s chest, your palm coming up to rest against his pec, settling into his arms. He tilted your chin up to gaze at your face, smiling and began peppering your face with kisses until you started giggling. 

“Mouse!” You shrieked, swatting at him playfully. 

Mickey kissed your chin once more before moving to kiss you gently. After a week apart, kissing him seemed to act like a balm over the wounds inflicted during the week. “I love you, mi vida.” 

“I love you more.” 

“Not possible.” 

You slowly untangled yourself from him, standing up. “Come on. You have to be hungry.” 

Mickey’s eyes narrowed playfully. “I certainly am.” He stood after you, moving quickly and caging you against the counter. “But I never said anything about food…” 

“Mouse…” Your nickname for your husband came out in a gasp as he stood over you. He moved to drop to his knees, but you caught his elbow, pulling him back up and hugging him tightly. “I just need this first. And maybe food because I didn’t get lunch today.” 

Your husband smiled, content to just stay like this, with his arms tight around you. Sex could wait, food and what you had deemed cuddles were what you needed most right now. And Mickey would be damned if he didn’t give you what you needed. Even if you just needed a hug.

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A/N: If this came to you on a day that you needed it, I'm so happy that it could be a smidge of comfort for you. If you need more cuddles, check out my one and only Bradley one-shot "A Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day"

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[eternal-kosmo-ghoul]

AS MY TREAT I WANT THE MOST SILLY, GOOFY AAA HCS OF THE PAPA'S.

Like idk Copia used to have to wear earplugs because Terzo snores so loudly it's literally obnoxious or something like that.

“aww my middle finger likes you”

❤︎ synopsis — this is pure bullshittery and crack in its finest form with the papas. they can be a little crazy at times

pairing: all papa emeritus’ x gn!reader (can be platonic or romantic)

theme: crack ✦ , fluff ✿ (if you squint)

a/n: this is a toast to my bestie for being an absolute chad. i was high making these, enjoy.

cw: terzo is a warning enough on his own. that’s it.

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➵ papa primo

he’s the oldest so he constantly has to deal with the shit from his psychopathic brothers

like— primo is basically THE mom friend, except he’s the mom for moe, larry and curly over here

(moe, larry and curly being secondo, terzo and copia)

he constantly had to hold back secondo from beating the shit out of terzo because terzo made fun of him for being bald

“I’M GONNA RIP OFF YOUR WEAVE—“ “SECONDO NO—“

bro unironically listens to weezer

like full out busting down a just dance move to this music

you once caught him dancing to it, and he stood there frozen like the man emoji

he told you to never speak of it again and you just nodded, trying to plague your mind of that horrendous image

primo cannot cook for shit too btw

you were once out and asked him to make something before you got home to the ministry

the minute you walked in the door, the kitchen stove was on fire and all of primo’s ghouls were running around and screaming in infernal about the fire

meanwhile, primo stood there not knowing what to do, looking like the man emoji AGAIN

it’s basically his trademark at this point

“…. primo what the absolute fuck—“ “it wasn’t me i swear.”

while primo’s ghouls were still learning english, he once said “fuck you” to you in a very sarcastic way

but the ghouls thought it was how humans said “hello” in english

so they went around to the other siblings of sin, and sister imperator saying “fuck you” to them while leaving all those poor people offended and dumbfounded

you smacked the back of his head after that and forced him to apologize to his ghouls and to the siblings of sin (plus imperator of course)

and he gave the ghouls extra scritches too

primo also has the dad sneeze

like he can send another universe to the next tomorrow with his goofy ass sneeze

he once sneezed so loud he scared copia and caused him to bang his head on the wall

it was kinda funny tbh

anyways yeah note to self stay 10000 feet away from primo if he’s on the verge of sneezing

it’ll save your life

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➵ papa secondo

secondo has two moods

“oh my satan you’re all so stupid i literally hate you all” and “tee hee i’m a girly girl”

like ??? what’s this guy on???

this guy has the sass of a high school history teacher

like secondo’s being so deadass about whatever he’s saying but he’s always fucking saying it like—

“c’mon now, you literally have the style of a hairless roach 💅”

it confuses you a lot of the time, really

secondo has his moments where he’s sweet, but for the most part he’s pulling up the middle finger to everyone he sees

it’s a habit

someone could say hi to him in the nicest way possible and he’ll just grumble and flip them off

it’s not even that he’s trying to be mean, it’s a habit (a very bad habit)

you once got tired of it and smacked his hand, when he flipped you off. so it’s safe to say he no longer does it

at least to you

secondo is an absolute menace to his brothers

with primo he’s chill because he’s the eldest, but with the younger two he’s got no chill

definitely made copia cry at some point during his younger years

he later got his ass chewed out by you and primo, because no one makes copia cry

secondo’s literally so bossy it’s kinda funny

he’s always one flip flop away from smacking someone every time someone pisses him off

him and terzo are BEEFING all the time

and it’s over the stupidest shit too

“you’re stupid.” “well, you’re face is stupid” “you’re both stupid, end of the discussion.”

you once switched out all of his skull face paint for a pink barbie pallet

so secondo was walking around lookin’ like hello kitty emeritus and everyone was trying so hard not to laugh

even his ghouls were struggling too

“… secondo—“ “not. another. word.”

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➵ papa terzo

bro’s the fuckin’ definition of fruity

you thought secondo was girly pop?? wait ‘till you see terzo, he’s fucking extravagant

will literally show up in the grocery store lookin’ like a character ripped straight from criminal minds

like— he has to make a show EVERYWHERE he goes. he likes to stand out

terzo is also the type of man to wear skirts and dresses because he knows he’s hot shit and he devours every fit he puts together

he shows off that waist frfr

“… terzo what the fuck—“ “shut up you know i’m sexy and i’m going to show it.”

if you wear skirts or dresses he’ll definitely ask to borrow them

he definitely passed down his fruitiness to copia

and to his ghouls

he scams kids on adopt me and has a good laugh every time because he likes to see people get mad at him since he stole their hella expensive pet from them

primo told him to quit it because what kind of satanic pope scams poor little children on a roblox game?

as stylish as terzo is, he cannot do his hair and makeup to save his life

he’ll usually ask you to do it for him wherever he has to perform or do public events, which is why his face paint is simple compared to secondo and primo

it gives you two bonding time though and it’s cute

he once watched the pinkie pie smile hd video and was traumatized for a few days

like he straight up locked himself in his room and would not come out unless you convinced him to do so

during an after party after a concert ritual, he got so wasted and almost kissed omega

like you had to PRY this man off of the poor ghoul, while omega stood there unaffected (hehe tall buff demon boy)

terzo is the shortest emeritus and none of his brothers will let him live it down

ESPECIALLY copia, since he’s younger than him

terzo almost kicked him in the nuts because of that

but that definitely was a stab to his already massive ego

you reassured him that there’s nothing wrong with his height even though you found some of the jokes his brothers made funny

live laugh love terzo

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➵ papa copia

copia doesn’t know what he’s doing half of the time

like he’s just given a mic and he just wings a performance while the ghouls on stage are fucking around and going absolutely feral

out of all the papas, copia legitimately treats his ghouls like his own kids

he feels like he’s getting more grey hairs every time he has to stop swiss from fucking his own guitar, or sodo and phantom from fighting about cheese sticks

you sometimes help copia do ghoul-sitting and it’s just chaos. you’re literally their second parent

copia and you = parent duo for the era iv ghouls

he unironically owns a lot of funko pops

and he keeps the one of himself on a special pedestal in a glass case for safe keeping

though secondo almost once knocked over the case and he was three seconds away from smiting a bitch

you once were looking for copia because you wanted to ask him something and you found him in a ritual room

except the ritual was that he surrounded himself with a bunch of rat plushies and he was on his knees in front of a picture of a rat with a tiny crown

you were so confused, and he refuses to acknowledge what that was

“…. copia i—“ “you didn’t see anything.”

he fucking washes himself with dish soap and laundry detergent

this man is going around smelling like dawn dish soap and it’s so weird

it’s not that it even smells bad??? it just smells so interesting and strong you swear you’re in a fever dream

copia is an avid mitski fan

definitely cried his eyes out like a little bitch when he first listened to “the land is inhospitable and so are we” because he couldn’t get over how sad “my love mine all mine was”

radiates theater kid energy

but like— the kind of theater kid that is just passionate about theater and is very giddy when people ask about it

when he started his first meeting as papa he got so nervous that he straight up started the meeting with the word “mushroom”

like it’s so random ??? but it made the ghouls and you giggle so it somewhat worked out ??

copia is a little silly

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[abbysbunny]

Could you do a full fic of hazel x autistic reader? The hc were amazing :)

CRY

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plot: pep rallies are definitely not your thing

warnings: none I think!

word count: 0.5k words

notes: sorry this took me so long and sorry it's so short but I think I like this!! hope you enjoy anon!🫶🏼

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pep rallies were never your thing, loud settings were very hard for you to be in, the screaming and cheering, all the people smushed together waiving their hands around, but today was "different" the whole fight club was going to the pep rally as if it could "promote" them even more.

you sat by hazel and the others and waited for the noise to come it, as the cheerleaders came out everyone started screaming, hazel pulled you up with her and cheered, you sat back down and the rally continued, someone with a soda walked over to they're seat but as they walked by you they tripped over someone's foot and spilled their soda on you.

you shirt got all wet, 'are you kidding me' you mentally shouted, hazel tried to help you by getting up to get some napkins but before she could stand up jeff and the team walked out, everyone once again stood up and cheered and screamed, some people yelling explicit things or just yelling nonsense. everything was too much, your shirt was sticky and suddenly it felt too tight, your ears were ringing and you felt tears welling in your eyes.

hazel sat back down and looked at you with a grin which was immediately wiped off as she saw the tears and your eyes and your top lip quivering. 'fuck' she mumbled and locked her hand with yours, she rushed out of there without even saying goodbye, when you got out the fresh air helped but didn't stop your overstimulation, hazel brought you to her car and you cleaned yourself up, she gave you a spare change but something was still bothering you, you couldn't tell if it was the distant noise, the remaining soda on your chest or how tired you were.

you decided to tell hazel to go back and you would just stay in the car. 'haze you can just go back if you want I'll wait in the car' your voice broke mid phrase, she put her hands on your shoulders and brought you closer, 'I'll take you home okay? I don't need to be there I need to take care of you and help you, that's what's important to me' she smiled at you and pulled you into a hug, you clinged on to her for a couple seconds before pulling away and opening the car door.

by the time you got home it was dark, the sun had set and the air was cold. you opened your front door and led hazel to your room, you both slid off your shoes and flopped onto the comfort of your soft bed, 'hazel?' you turned your head to face her, she turned her head back to you, 'what's up?' you felt that similar knot in your throat and you couldn't stop your tears from spilling, she cupped your face and asked you what was wrong, 'am I...annoying?' a small frown speared on her lips, 'no not at all, you could never annoy me' she gently stoked your cheek with her cold thumb.

'i mean I feel like I always need something, like I'm asking for too much' your bottom lip quivered and hazel's heart sunk, 'that's okay, I'm always happy to help, there's no reason you should feel this way, you haven't done anything wrong' a tear slipped down your face and a warm smile speared on your face, she moved into a position so you were laying on top of her, her heart on yours beating together.

[edosianorchids901]

Ere the Sun Rises

Ace Omens Hugfest prompt - "a morning hug"

When Crowley snapped awake for the fifth time, gasping and drenched in sweat, he immediately rolled over and grabbed his mobile. He flipped it up, then mashed the home button when the screen decided not to light up.

1:10 am.

“Crowley?” A hand landed on his arm, and he yelped. “Easy, easy. It’s only me. It’s Aziraphale.”

“Hi.” Shivering, Crowley squeezed his eyes shut. He took a few deep breaths, calming himself, and then flopped back to the pillow with his mobile still clutched in one hand. “So. How about that morning, eh?”

“Morning?” The soft sound of a closing book, and Aziraphale moved closer. He slid his hand under Crowley’s, lifting it, and kissed his knuckles. “Is it already? It’s so dark out.”

Crowley held up his mobile without comment. This time, the screen decided to light up.

Aziraphale was silent for a moment. “Um. I don’t think that technically counts as morning, Crowley.”

“It’s after midnight. That makes it morning, by my book.” Hissing, Crowley flung his mobile back to the bedside table and rubbed his eyes. They were crusted with dried tears. “I’ve had it. I’m done. No more sleep for me, at least for now.”

Slowly, Aziraphale laid down beside him and fussed with the blankets. “You do seem to be having an awful lot of nightmares.”

“Could say that.” A few more tears rose, and Crowley quickly rubbed his eyes. He might not remember crying, but he’d apparently already done plenty of it. “It’s nothing huge. Just, y’know. Humans coming after us, demons coming after us, Archangels coming after us, that sort of thing.”

Mostly, though, it was the thing he never talked about if he could help it. All of today’s nightmares involved humans and demons and angels coming after them, and destroying Aziraphale. And then Crowley running around, screaming for his angel, unable to find him.

Aziraphale gave him a worried look, and Crowley quickly looked away. “Um. That sounds rather ‘huge’, in truth, even though I know it’s not exactly abnormal for you.”

That was an understatement. He still had nightmares almost every time he slept, although they were usually loads less horrible than this. Usually, they were just mildly disruptive of his sleep instead of shattering it.

“It’s not terrific,” Crowley finally admitted. “And I’m definitely not going back to sleep. So. What grand adventures shall we have today?”

He tried to say it sarcastically, but his voice cracked. And there were those damn tears again, threatening to break free.

Aziraphale gave a little sympathetic pout. “I think we ought to start with the grand adventure of having a lovely hug. Is that okay?”

“Gosh, yes.” Managing a faint smile, Crowley curled towards him. “S’ always a good way to start the morning.”

This time, Aziraphale didn’t challenge him about the definition of morning. He curled a hand around the back of Crowley’s neck and drew him closer, cradling him to a warm, reassuring chest. “There, now. Everything’s okay.”

Everything very much did not feel okay, even here, but Crowley found himself breathing a little easier. He closed his eyes again, sinking into Aziraphale’s warmth, into the endless field of love that hummed through the cottage at all times. Sometimes, he thought he could stay right here forever.

At the moment, he was tempted to try to stay right here forever. Normally, he didn’t like to be held for too long, feeling trapped. It was different after nightmares. He didn’t pull away, even when Aziraphale’s arms loosened and a kiss brushed to his head.

“My dear?” Aziraphale murmured after a few minutes of him not making a break for it. “Are you okay? Did you fall back asleep?”

“Nuh, not back asleep. Just… comfortable.” Which was a novel feeling, after the panic of thinking he’d lost his angel again. “I love you so damn much. You know that?”

“I do know that.” With a soft hum, Aziraphale nuzzled into his hair. “And I love you dearly, as well. Please tell me if there’s anything I can do to help.”

“Nnnnh.” Even now, after all these years, Crowley hated asking for help. “Maybe… can we just stay here a while longer? I know it’s morning, but the sun’s not up yet. Won’t be up for a while, so I can’t go out to garden or anything.”

Aziraphale chuckled. “You can see in the dark.”

“Yeah, but I don’t think the plants would appreciate being woken up this early. And it’s cold.”

With another chuckle, Aziraphale slid one hand down and rubbed Crowley’s back in slow, careful circles. Then, with the same care, he pulled the blanket back up. “It is indeed a touch nippy. Therefore, I think it would be perfectly acceptable to stay right here until sunrise.”

“Mm.” Crowley wasn’t quite sure if he was that patient. That was hours away, and he wasn’t very good at remaining still for hours. But even a shorter time in Aziraphale’s arms would soothe him and chase away the lingering chill of his dreams. “Definitely a grand morning adventure.”

[haveyouseenthisskeleton]

Skeleton and S/O are playing with their toddler trying to see who the kid prefers by calling them to come to them. The kid chooses S/O. Main ten reaction?

Undertale Sans - That's fair. Guess that what he gets for rickrolling them to sleep for the first year of their life. He's not mad. He knows his kid is a small prankster eventually and will come around eventually. And then both of them are going to take your revenge on S/O. Sans is patient. He can wait a few more years. Vengeance is better very cold.

Undertale Papyrus - He stays frozen on his knees, arms wide open. He's not hurt or anything. At all. That's fine. He crosses his arms and pouts. S/O teases him by saying he will have better chance next time. Yeah, well obviously! You're not the one who's going to teach them super advance puzzle skills that are going to make them so popular at school. Then who will be the coolest parent? Uh?! He's going to make his kid so good at puzzles you're going to cry!

Underswap Sans - Well, he was sure it would be S/O anyways. Blue is still a bit uneasy about being a dad and he can tell his kid is knowing it. But that's fine, he still has some years to catch up with them. After all, the kid can't only be a mama child. Wait a few months for his hyperactivity to build up and then we'll see if the kid doesn't prefer Blue who can match up their energy for hours contrary to you. He can wait.

Underswap Papyrus - That's the biggest betrayal of his life. Honey flops on his back. He's dead, that's it. His kid just killed him. The child gets worry and runs to his dad. Honey catch up midair, then jumps on his feet, pointing S/O. "See?! He prefers me!" Then he proceeds to run away through the window, carrying his child over his head and screaming with excitement. You are speechless.

Underfell Sans - "eh, that's fine. i would have choose you too." He wiggles his non-existent eyebrows at you, looking you from head to toes with insistance. You gasp, pick up the kid, leave the room, come back, gasp at him, and leave again. Red can't stop chuckling.

Underfell Papyrus - "HOW DARE YOU. I CHANGED YOUR DIRTY DIAPERS MORE OFTEN THAN THEM! THIS IS NOT FAIR! JUST BECAUSE I CAN'T MAKE MILK DOESN'T MEAN I'M NOT BETTER THAN THEM! UNBELIEVABLE!" You can't stop laughing as he is arguing with his one year old kid who is just chuckling hysterically at his face. "ARE YOU MOCKING ME?! OMG! YOU TOOK MORE AFTER SANS DID YOU? HOW COULD YOU DO THIS TO ME?!"

Horrortale Sans - Well that's fine. He's not caring as much as you because there's a lot of things he can't do with his head, it's normal. You feel guilty and comes to hug him with the kid. He smiles and purrs. See? He doesn't care the kid didn't pick him since he knows you'll always pick him anyways. You blush.

Horrortale Papyrus - That's fine. He's not salty at all. He's not at all salty and he will definitely not put way too much salt in your soup during dinner. Look at him. So innocent. Such a good player. Will absolutely not ruining your evening. At all. The Tumblr fangirls said he's cute and naive, he can't be evil and they're always right. ...Right? (you feel like you're in danger)

Swapfell Sans - He's offended. It's not fair. You clearly put the kid closer to you and, since their brain is smaller, they went directly for the shortest path. He wants a rematch. You're cheating! His kid loves him, this is impossible.

Swapfell Papyrus - The kid goes towards S/O then suddenly turns around and goes to hug Nox's legs. Rus and S/O gasps in shock and flops on the ground, devastated. Nox proudly says that at least one member of his family has good taste and that since he's in such a good mood he's going to walk outside with the kid. Betrayal.

Fellswap Gold Sans - ... Well, who's surprised? Wine is not exactly the greatest father figure, so... He's not surprised. What surprises him though is his kid leaving S/O to comes hug his legs, giggling. What the hell. He looks at S/O. The hell is he supposed to do now? S/O says to have fun and leaves. W-wait! You can't let him here like this??? With that??? HELP. Come on, it's not funny! They chose you first, pick them up!

Fellswap Gold Papyrus - The kid never moves. He sits on the ground, confused as both Coffee and S/O are cheering them to come. Their brain freezes and they fall on their back, giving up. Oh well.... At least they took a lot after their dad so it's kinda a victory...?

[geekfanficwriter]

Throne- Eddie Munson x Reader

Summary: Oral sex in Eddie’s Hellfire throne. Words: 1.6k Warnings: SMUT (18+, minors dni), oral (m and f recieving), fingering, reader has a vagina but no pronouns are used.

Author’s note: I haven’t really had the inspiration to write recently so thought I’d get back into it with something short.

‘God, you look so good.’ Eddie spoke coming up behind you and wrapping his arms around you, grabbing your clothed tits. You sighed and shook your head as you placed the figure you were holding down on the table.

‘Eddie, we’re meant to be setting up for DnD.’ You spoke as he pressed kisses to your neck.

‘That means we have time before the guys show up.’ Eddie said as he moved his hands down to your waist, pulling you over and sitting you down in his chair.

‘Plus you decided to wear my favourite skirt so how could I resist?’ Eddie said, kneeling down in front of you. He moved closer, grabbing your legs to pull you closer to the edge of the chair.

‘We have to be quick.’ You told him as his fingers reached up to hook in your underwear, pulling them down and shoving them in his pocket.

‘I can definitely do that.’ Eddie grinned up at you as he threw your legs over his shoulders. He leaned forward, pushing your skirt up slightly as he pressed kisses to your thighs. You let out a small, barely audible moan as he sucked at the skin of your thigh, leaving a hickey as he did so.

‘Eddie, I said be quick.’ You said, your breath shaky.

‘Hmm, I think someone just wants me to touch them.’ He laughed, slightly as you rolled your eyes, not wanting to admit that it was the truth. Despite his comment, he moved his head in, attaching his mouth to your clit, sucking hard. You let out a moan as your hands reached down, wrapping your hands in his curly hair. He licked up your slit before turning his attention back to your clit, sucking it enthusiastically. You gripped his hair even tighter, pulling slightly causing him to moan slightly. You threw your head back at the feeling of the vibrations against your clit, as you felt his hand slowly move up your leg, getting closer and closer to your hole. You moaned as his fingers brushed over your lightly, barely touching you.

‘Eddie, please.’ You whined. He obliged, his fingers entering you, moving in and out of you at a quick pace. The feeling of his fingers inside you and his mouth on your clit was too much as you felt the knot in your stomach building. You knew Eddie could tell you were close to your orgasm as he curled his fingers inside of you, making you cry out. He started to hum against your clit as your hand gripped harder at his hair.

‘Eddie, god don’t stop.’ You whine out, your back arching up off the chair. You kept screaming out his name, as you came closer and closer to your orgasm. His fingers kept moving in and out of you, curling as they did so, his tongue flicked at your clit as his mouth sucked your clit. You let out a final scream as your orgasm washed over you, your hands gripping Eddie’s hair tightly. He continued to lazily pump his fingers in and out of you as his mouth pressed soft kisses to your thigh, while you came down from your orgasm, flopping back in the chair.

‘God, I love how good you are at that.’ You breathed out, causing Eddie to laugh against your thigh as he pulled his fingers out of you, placing them in his mouth to lick them clean.

‘That’s because of how good you taste.’ Eddie said when he took his fingers out your mouth, standing up from his position on the floor. You glanced down at his crotch, seeing how he was straining against his jeans, and you looked over at the clock.

‘You know we still have 15 minutes until the guys show up.’ You said standing up and brushing your hand over his crotch.

‘Yeah, I guess we do.’ He grinned at you. You placed your hands on his shoulders, kissing him hard, tasting yourself on his lips. You spun round so he was in front of his chair, pushing him down so he was sat down. You leaned over in front of him so he could look down your shirt as you undid his jeans, pulling them down his legs slightly along with his underwear to reveal his hard cock. You rubbed your hand on his tip lightly, using his precum as lube as you pumped him slowly, your other hand gripping the armrest of the chair.

‘Do you want to fuck my mouth or my pussy?’ You ask him as you continue to move your hand up and down him slowly.

‘Fuck, I want your mouth.’ He groans out. You nod, leaning forward to kiss him lightly before kneeling down in front of him. You stop moving your hand, gripping the base of his cock. You move your head to his cock, placing light kisses up his shaft, listening to Eddie’s small groans as you did so, you reached the head, pressing light kisses to the tip, before taking him fully into your mouth, not giving him a chance to adjust as you took him as far into your mouth as you could, burying your nose into his pubic hair. He let out a loud moan, his hands gripping the armrest of his chair. You kept your mouth still for a moment, just letting him feel your throat around him before pulling back up. You started to lick and suck at his tip, the taste of his salty precum entering your mouth as you did so. He moaned loudly, encouraging you as you started to bob your head up and down, swirling your tongue around him as you did so. Eddie kept gripping the armrest with one of his hands, the other one moving down to tangle in your hair. He used the hand that was wrapped in your hair to guide your head, up and down his cock.

‘Your mouth feels so good, baby.’ Eddie moaned out, his hand tugging at your hair slightly as you kept sucking him hard. You moved one of your hands from their position on his thighs to fondle his balls, squeezing lightly as you did so just as you knew he liked. He bucked his hips up, making your eyes water as he hit the back of your throat. You gagged around him, focusing on breathing through your nose as he slowly rocked his hips into your mouth.

‘Fuck, I’m so close.’ Eddie moaned out and you moved your free hand over to his hip, holding them down as you pulled back up to focus just on his tip, flicking it quickly with your tongue. He let out a loud moan as his cock twitched, spilling into your mouth. You swallowed it all down before pulling off his cock, resting your head on his thigh as you watched him soften. You looked up at him, his chest heaving as he breathed heavily, his lips parted slightly. He looked so good.

‘I love you.’ You mumble out. He moved his hand over to stroke your face as he grinned down at you.

‘I love you too, beautiful.’ He replied as you shut your eyes, just enjoying this moment of peace.

‘As good as you look right now, we should probably finish setting up.’ Eddie told you. You hummed in reply, staying still for a moment before pulling away from him. You stayed kneeling on the floor as you pulled your skirt back down to cover yourself.

‘Can I have my underwear back?’ You asked as Eddie tucks himself back into his jeans.

‘Absolutely not, I’m keeping these.’ Eddie gave you a playful smile as you rolled your eyes.

‘I am not sitting through an entire DnD session with no underwear on.’ You told him, trying to remain serious but laughing instead. Eddie was about to reply but the door burst open to reveal the rest of the Hellfire Club stood there.

‘Hey, guys you ready- oh god.’ Gareth said as he looked between the two of you. You were still kneeling on the ground with your hair messed up and lips puffy, leaving no ambiguity as to what had just occurred. Your eyes widened as you stood back up, making sure you were definitely fully covered as you did so. The guys look at the two of you with a look of shock and disgust as Eddie stood up wrapping his arm around you.

‘Sorry guys, we didn’t get a chance to finish setting up. Just give me five minutes.’ He grinned as he spoke before moving over to the table to get the game ready.

[writethrough]

Hi, could you do either Billy Hargrove or Eddie Munson reacting to seeing their s/o who usually doesn’t like children, interact with a baby/toddler who they actually like? Maybe the s/o was hesitant at first but then the baby just became really attached to them? Ty <3

Little Chickadees

(Eddie Munson x Gender-Neutral Reader)

Warnings: None (I think)

Word Count: 889

A/N: Full disclosure, I really wanted to write both Eddie and Billy, but Billy's version has taken on two very different paths, so I need a bit more time with his. One is a little more wholesome and fluffy while the other is on the serious side. I'll link the fluffy one with this post, but not sure about the other since it won't have the same tone.

Thank you for the request! And I hope you enjoy it!

“Eddie, you literally hang out with children all the time!” you said, exasperated.

He gripped his chest as if in pain. “Ouch!”

You groaned. “You know what I mean. It’s just…Kids don’t like me, and I don’t like them. It’s a mutual dislike.”

You were rambling at this point, and both of you knew it.

All you wanted was to spend the day with your boyfriend, but because he was such a sweetheart, he had volunteered both of you for the petting zoo at the Fourth of July carnival. And where there were fuzzy, adorable creatures, there were screaming, crying kids.

“C’mon, it won’t be that bad!” He flopped beside you on his bed. “You technically don’t even have to watch them. That’s what their parents are for. You just have to make sure no one loses a finger to a goat.”

“That’s not helping,” you said.

“Or lets an alpaca loose.”

“Eddie!” You threw a pillow at him.

“Alright!” he laughed, “Alright, I’ll stop.”

You played with the chain hanging from his jeans.

“You’ll be fine, sweetheart,” he said, rubbing your knee. “But we should probably head over. I know how much you hate being late.”

You let out a deep sigh. “Yeah, I guess.”

He offered you his hand, intertwining your fingers to lead you to his van.

You wished it had taken longer to get there. You would have rather listened to Eddie ramble about the most recent campaign than deal with the children of Hawkins.

At least the animals would distract you.

The baby goats were adorable, but you couldn’t help wincing when they bumped their heads together.

Baby ducks and chicks were waddling around in their pens, and the alpacas were corralled in fencing where visitors could see them.

“Think anyone'd mind if I took one of these guys home?” Eddie asked, holding one of the baby ducks.

You gave him a soft smile, resting your chin on his shoulder. “As much as I would love to see you play mother hen—or mother duck—I think stealing isn’t exactly the right answer.”

He puckered his lips in thought. “Yeah, you’re probably right.” He set it back in its pen. “And with my luck, it’d probably like Uncle Wayne more than me.”

You hummed and kissed his cheek. “Guess you’ll just have to settle for me.”

You went to pull away, but he quickly caught you around your waist to kiss you properly.

“There’s no settling when you’re the most amazing person I know,” he said into your hair.

Your heart beat a little faster the longer he stared. He always looked at you like you were the only person in the room. And you counted yourself grateful you found someone as kind and loving as him.

“Love you,” you whispered, touching your forehead to his.

“Love you, too.”

Excited shouts and giggles drifted as the kids bounded to the petting zoo.

“Show time,” Eddie said, reluctantly pulling away.

You sighed for what felt like the tenth time. “Yeah, yeah.”

When you got to the main area, Eddie showed some little boys the goats. And when one of them headbutted Eddie’s leg, the boys all laughed like it was the funniest thing in the world. 

And you briefly caught Eddie biting his lip to keep the groan back. He’d definitely have a bruise tomorrow.

Someone tugged on your shirt to get your attention. Holly Wheeler stood there with her head tilted back.

“Hey, Holly. Where’s your mom?” you asked.

She pointed to her right, where her parents were having what looked like a disagreement.

“Okay,” you nodded, “why don’t we look at the baby chickens? How does that sound?”

She nodded excitedly.

“Alright, Holls.” You gently picked up one of the chicks. “Sit next to me, and you can pet him.”

You both sat on a hay bale, and Holly was transfixed by the creature.

“Just use one finger and be super careful,” you said.

She slowly ran her finger down the chick's back, barely any pressure applied.

“Soft,” she mumbled, a content smile on her face.

“You like him?”

She nodded again, starting her path from the beginning. The chick lowered its head, eyes closing as the repetitive motion put him to sleep.

You grinned. “Looks like he feels safe with you, Holly.”

She giggled but stopped petting him, not wanting to wake him up.

“Let’s put him back with his friends. Wanna see the ducks next?”

She was standing by their pen in an instant.

Her interaction with the ducks went much the same. And soon enough, Mrs. Wheeler called Holly back and gave you a wave of thanks.

You had just put the duck back when Eddie sidled up beside you.

“Kids don’t like you, huh?” he teased, wrapping an arm around your waist.

You rolled your eyes. “It was a fluke.”

“Yes, of course.” He nodded as if it made perfect sense. “S’why you were so good with her, right?”

You pinched his side lightly. “Holly’s a sweet kid. Not like your little demons.” You nodded toward the group of boys now at the alpacas.

He shook his head slightly. “That goat had it out for me.”

You laughed, leaning into his side.

He kissed the side of your head. “Knew you’d be fine.”

You faced him. “Whatever you say, Dungeon Master.”

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[silverstonesainz-archive]

B. [HOLD] + Lando

i guess everyone loves a good comfort blurb huh. here u go nonnie

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prompts: so you had a bad day - [ HOLD ]: as soon as the receiver opens the door and realizes the sender is there, sender wordlessly opens their arms out, and gives the receiver a warm, sorely needed hug.

it must've been at least two hours of constant screaming and cursing from lando, and you were getting mildly concerned. he disappeared behind that door not too long ago, with a promise that he won't be long and just wanted to play a couple games with charles, alex, and george.

but two hours was definitely beyond the 'won't be too long' mark and you decided to knock on the door of his gaming room to check up on him. you tap the door twice with your knuckles and you can hear shuffling in the room.

"yeah babe?" lando calls out through the closed door.

"just checking on you, if you wanted water or something..."

the door opens slightly, revealing a smiling lando. he's clad in a black hoodie and matching sweatpants, headphones resting around his neck. you can hear the faintly hear george and alex screaming at each other about god only knows what, and lando rolls his eyes. he leans against the door frame, shaking his head. "no i'm okay love. do you want to come say hi to the guys? and the viewers?"

you shake your head, "no no, i don't want to intrude. just checking in on you, making sure you're okay." you push his messy curls away from his forehead and he smiles.

"i'm okay sweetheart. i'll be out soon." he leans down, pressing a sweet kiss on your lips.

"okay. good luck."

and with that you turn on your heel and walk towards the living room. you hear the door shut, and lando telling the boys to shut up about something. another hour or so passes by, this time you're too distracted with a new book to really care how long your boyfriend has been streaming at this point.

it's when you hear a loud and distressed fuck coming from that very room, do you tear your eyes away from the pages in front of you. your curiosity is peaked, even more so over the immediate silence that follows the loud cry. your feet pitter patter towards the door again, knocking once. but there's no answer. you hear clicking on the other side of the door, and very minimal movement. you knock again, and still no answer.

"fuck!" he screams again, pushing his chair back slightly and huffing in his chair.

you knock again, and this time the door swings open to reveal a very pouty lando. your eyes are wide with worry as you stare up at him, the look on your face enough to show him you're wondering what's wrong.

"they sabotaged me." he whines.

you have to fight the giggle threatening to bubble from your chest. instead you open your arms, trying to smile sympathetically. he flops into your arms as you wrap him in a tight hug. you rub his back, kissing his shoulder. you feel his arms wrap around your middle, holding you tightly.

"my poor baby." he pulls away, a pout still present on his lips. you kiss his protruding bottom lip. "i think it's time to sign off."

he nods, "i think so."

you follow him over to the desk, waving at the camera. the three boys on the screen return the gesture before giving lando grief for signing off after a terrible game.

"alright guys, i'm gonna go now. gonna get sympathy cuddles from my girlfriend now."

fluff party!

[eight-cats-in-a-box]

OMGGG THANK YOU FOR THE SR FOOD 🙏🙏🙏 im back requesting more viktor (already 😼)

maybe something with his reaction to getting a hug from reader for the first time? its been so long since he’s had an emotional connection with anyone, let alone a physical one, so he’s shocked when reader hugs him out of the blue. maybe he gets emotional?? idk how you hc him

THANKS AGAIN HAVE A LOVELY DAY STAY HEALTHY 💪💪💪

IM SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG

You get hcs AND a lil drabble

As a treat

Viktor hasn't gotten a hug in a very long time, so getting one from you is definitely. An Experience. One that makes him feel things.

He definitely gets emotional. might cry. Maybe. Probably. Ok, yeah, he's gonna cry at least a little bit. He'll shove his head into the space between your neck and shoulder and try not to, but your hand on his back feels so nice, and it's been forever since he's been touched like this, and he really can't help it.

He's not going to let go. Not for a long time. You might have to relocate to the bed for a nap. He could absolutely fall asleep like this, you're so comfy! And he feels so safe, how could he stay awake?

Hope you finished your chores, because you're... probably not getting up. Unless you can fenagle yourself out of his cuddles, which is... difficult, to say the least- because while Viktor looks scrawny, several years working in the Lab and doing all his own heavy lifting means he's strong.

"Viktor? You okay?"

But why would you even want to leave? You're cuddling your favourite scientist, and it's warm and safe here. You're safe here, in Viktor's arms.

As you wrapped your arms around Viktor's torso, squeezing so tightly he could swear he felt the air rush out of his lungs, he stiffened in shock, startled at the feeling. Feeling his shock, you started to pull away, worried. This was quickly assuaged, as he was quick to pull you back in.

The sweet sound of your voice startled him, and he realized the reason for your concern- his cheeks were wet with tears.

Viktor nodded and nuzzled back into your shoulder, feeling a weight fall off his shoulders with every gentle pass of your hand over his spine. He let out a long sigh, a rush of emotions coming with it. Love, mostly. As well as a strangely pure happiness, something he hadn't felt in decades.

The next thing he felt was you lifting him with a grunt, and his reaction to that was...something to unpack later.

You set Viktor down on the bed, flopping down next to him and snuggling in close. He tugs you closer, holding you against his chest. He feels drowsy, and as he slowly succumbs to sleep, he hears you say something.

"What?"

"I said 'I love you', Vik."

"Mm...I love you too, honey..."

Viktor drifted off to sleep, with you in his arms and feeling the safest he ever had.

Screaming crying throwing up I love him sm

[sunnyrealist]

🌶️ Chapter 28: Stress Relief 🌶️

The Sun, the Moon, and All Our Stars

Summary and Details…

Chapter Background and Summary: Sebastian's partner on assignment for the Kelpies gang attempted to drown a child to entice his mother to give up a Time Turner (a new invention) hidden in their home. Sebastian took the Time Turner from her and was able to save the boy just in the nick of time. Sebastian was reprimanded by Mr. Rees Cuddy, the leader of the Kelpies, for doing so, but he was also rewarded for delivering the Time Turner. Sebastian is now going to be put in charge of safeguarding the Time Turner until the Kelpies have figured out how it works and how exactly they will use it. His mind is reeling with this information, along with processing the events that led to acquiring the magical item. This chapter takes place the following day after work when Kate and Sebastian get to see each other again.

Pairing: Aged-up, post-Azkaban Sebastian Sallow x Kate Mayflower (my OC)

Content warnings: In general, this story is rated 18+, so MNDI! This chapter features rough doggy-style sex, including very light choking.

The full chapter is available below the cut; it can also be found on AO3 (link is posted below). Any feedback is appreciated. A comment, like, or Kudos would make my day!

Chapter 28: Stress Relief

When Kate arrives home from work on Wednesday, she shuts the door, walks into her bedroom, picks up one of her pillows, and screams into it.

It had quite possibly been one of the worst days she had ever had in the Hogwarts library.

Pretty much everything that could have gone wrong did go wrong.

She flops onto her bed, clutches a pillow, assumes the fetal position, and begins to cry.

She is sniffling into a handkerchief when she hears a knock on the door and then the most welcome voice in the entire world.

“Kate?” Sebastian calls. “Are you home?”

“Yes,” she responds loudly. “I’m in the bedroom.”

He enters the room with a huge bouquet of sunflowers, a huge smile on his face, but it drops almost immediately when he sees her tear-stained face. 

“Merlin’s beard,” he gasps. “What’s wrong?”

He leaves the bouquet on her dresser, then sits next to her on the bed and takes her hands, his face filled with concern.

“Everything at work,” she replied somberly. “Terrible day.”

Sebastian rubs her hands soothingly. “I’m so sorry, my love. What happened? Do you want to tell me about it?”

“Agnes announced that she is definitely not retiring this year. I caught two Gryffindors literally having sex against a bookshelf. 14-year-olds. 14-year-olds!” She paused. “I’ve never dealt with more messes in my entire career at Hogwarts. It’s like a storm came upon the library and scattered books everywhere. The students aren’t cleaning up after themselves since they know the school year is over. Plus, I found at least twenty books incorrectly shelved in the wrong sections.” 

Sebastian is about to say something until she continues.

“Peeves was shouting in the library, causing a ruckus. I caught a Slytherin trying to sneak into the Restricted Section without permission - and then he acted like I am the most strict librarian in the world! I made a jam sandwich for lunch and spilled it all over my white shirt. That was an easy fix but still just another thing that went wrong. None of my student assistants helped with anything today - apparently they were too keen to gossip instead of work. They’re just done. And Matilda Weasley informed me we were getting an influx of cursed magical artifacts to store in the Restricted Section, which of course are dangerous as hell to work with. I told her I was too nervous to catalog them, and she seemed quite disappointed in me.” She sighs dramatically.

Sebastian begins to run his hand through her hair soothingly. “My poor, sweet sun. Well… I brought you sunflowers. I thought they might make you think of how close you are to your summer holiday. Now it’s clear you need them more than ever to cheer up. What else can I do for my darling?”

“Please help me relieve stress. I don’t want to cook. I don’t want to do anything or think about anything,” Kate begs. “I’m so glad you are here, Sebastian. I need you.”

He pulls her to him, holding her close. “I’m here. Let it out. I’ll take care of you tonight.”

Sebastian spends some time thinking about what he might do to help her calm down.

After a few minutes, he claps his hands together and says, “Alright. Here’s the plan. I am going to cook dinner for us both. We’re going to drink some good wine and enjoy some dessert. I’m going to draw a nice, warm bubble bath for you, and then we’ll read in bed until… Wait, am I staying over tonight? I forgot to ask, but I brought a bag along just in case.” He waves his hands around. “No pressure - I don’t want you to stress over it at all.”

“Gods, that sounds perfect, and yes, you’re staying over. I demand it,” she replies quite seriously.

“Of course - your wish is my command, princess.” He chuckles.

This wasn’t how Sebastian envisioned the evening going, but he’s happy to help her. Any time spent with her is better than the alternative.

“Seb… one more thing that might help,” she says hesitantly, putting her hand on his arm. “I need you to fuck me. Hard. Really hard. No holding back.”

Sebastian’s eyes grow wide, and he grins wickedly. “Oh, yeah? I can manage that.”

Kate screams as he pushes into her in one fell swoop, his hands gripping her hips tight as he takes her from behind. “Seb!!!”

His eyes practically roll back into his head at how tight and wet she is for him. “Oh, Merlin, Kate… feels… so good.”

Sebastian begins to stroke, not starting off slow. Soon, he’s practically leaving her body and thrusting completely in, taking her roughly. His fingernails dig into her skin as she cries out over and over again. The sounds of their bodies slapping together provide a rhythm to their moans.

After a while, he presses his chest to her back and reaches around her to squeeze her breasts tight. Continuing to rut into her, he pinches her nipples harshly, and she wails. 

“Don’t stop - don’t stop!” she begs. “Sebastian, don’t stop - please!”

“I won’t. You’re just going to have to take it,” he growls. “I need this, too.”

Sebastian’s hand slowly makes its way to her collarbone, his fingers spreading wide and closing around her neck. He squeezes - not too hard, just testing the waters, as she gasps in surprise. Deciding not to push his luck, he straightens back up, grabbing handfuls of her hair and pulling it back.

“Fuck!” he shouts out. “I’m close.”

Kate is so pleased she is actually drooling. “Mmmm…. Nnnnghhh……”

Sebastian slams into her harder, his tip kissing her cervix repeatedly. She begins to scream, and then he feels her inner walls closing around him. She’s coming. 

Finally letting go, he groans, pushing as deep inside her as possible. He knows he is going to release a huge load of cum into her. His movements become erratic, and then, he explodes.

“Kate… Kate…” he moans, staying deep inside her and moving his hips back and forth slowly until he is positive he has spilled all of his seed.

Sebastian collapses onto Kate’s back, kissing her hair and her shoulders repeatedly as he catches his breath.

“Was… was that how you wanted it, sweetheart?” he asked.

“Fuck… yes. Exactly what I needed, my moon.”

He rolls over, not wanting to crush her completely under his weight. He cups her cheek and kisses her lips deeply, then directs her to lay on his chest.

“Me, too, my sun. Me, too. Gods, I needed that. You’re not the only one who has had a bad time at work lately.”

That night, after relaxing, they both fall asleep soundly, wrapped in each other’s arms. Neither of them stirs at all until morning, when they inevitably realize how much of a challenge it is to get up together to an alarm and say goodbye quickly.

Fortunately for Sebastian, Kate never notices him chugging Wiggenweld potion that morning and walking with a slight limp from the horse bite. He wouldn’t have a clue of how to explain his bad day after hearing about hers. She’s not ready.

[gennyanydots]

This is love I just can’t live without Ch. 4

Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw x f!Kazansky!reader (affectionately often called “Baby Ice”)

“This is love I just can’t live without” masterlist

Chapter summary: Ice stops in with Bradley to have a chat.

Warnings: Carole is alive and kicking and will kick everyone’s ass. That is all.

Ch 4. “A man so filled with doubt” Bradley

The exact opposite way anyone in the club wants to wake up was with the president of the club standing above you with his arms folded over his chest staring down at you as if he could summon your soul from your chest while you slept.

Bradley’s secure enough in himself to admit that he 100% screamed upon waking up and seeing Ice staring at him.

“You scream like my baby girl,” Ice says with a smirk before he finds the chair Bradley has in his room and sits down in it.

Bradley groans and wipes a hand down his face then sits up, blankets falling to his waist and showing off the tattoos that run along his arms and chest, “Not that I’m not thrilled to see you Ice, as always, but what are you doing staring at me while I sleep?”

Ice shrugs and seems to study Bradley’s room for a moment, taking in the things he has scattered about, “Thought we needed to have a little chat. Seemed as good of a time as any.”

“When I’m sleeping?”

“You woke up, didn’t you?”

Bradley groans again and thinks about flopping back down on his bed. He’s still tired. He could maybe fall back asleep with Ice staring at him. Maybe.

“Don’t do it, Rooster.”

How the fuck can that man read his mind?!

He waves a hand towards Ice, “Fine, fine. What did you want to chat about?”

Ice scoots his chair closer to the bed so he can see Bradley’s face better, “I think you know what we need to have a chat about.”

Bradley winces. He really doesn’t want to. “Or, and hear me out, we could not? Say we did? Always an option. Could have texted me. Does this have to be an in person thing? I feel like it doesn’t. Maybe we should get a second opinion.”

“You want me to call for Slider?”

Bradley’s eyes widen and he holds both his hands out in front of him, shaking them along with his head, “No, no you’re right. You’re right. This should be in person. Between the two of us. No need to bring Slider into this. None at all.”

Ice chuckles and crosses his arms over his chest again, “I will never understand why you’re more afraid of him than you are of me.”

Bradley shrugs, “Because you’re afraid of my mom. Slider isn’t. It’s off putting. I’m a mama’s boy. With you I can just hide behind my mom and she’ll protect me. Plus deep down I know you love me. So you won’t kill me… probably.”

“I do but your mother is scary, okay? I don’t need to explain that to you. And Slider is afraid of your mother too. He just doesn’t show it. Carole could kick all of our asses and honestly we should let her, you included. I don’t even know why I’m having this conversation with you. She should do it. Knock some sense into you.”

“She’s tried. Many times over the years. It’s never quite stuck,” Bradley said with a sigh. His mom had tried to get whatever happened out of him. When that didn’t work she tried to make him fix it. That didn’t work either.

It’s not that Bradley didn’t want to fix it, he did more than anything in the world, but he knows he doesn’t deserve to even try and he definitely doesn’t know how to fix what he did. He was drunk, it wasn’t an excuse for his behavior and he knows that. He barely remembers what happened, too foggy from whatever had been in his cup, but he remembers the general idea. Two girls on his lap. One of them kissing him. The other was groping him. He remembers pulling away from the one to catch a breath and seeing his girl running away from him, no doubt crying. He tried to get up and run after her but he couldn’t, his body wasn’t listening to him. He doesn’t remember much of his night after that, just waking up in the barn and running outside to puke his guts out more than once. He found his phone buried in the couch he had slept on and turned it on. To his horror he saw all the missed calls and the texts wondering where he was: he’d forgotten to pick you up. Why hadn’t he remembered? How could he be so stupid? He tried calling her and each time was sent to voicemail. None of his texts went through.

Later in the day he tried going to her house, Wolf was stood at the end of the driveway and shook his head when Bradley slowed his bike down to stop so he just kept going. It was like that for a week. No matter what time he tried, there was always someone at the end of the drive. One of the times when Hollywood was on guard he had set up a card table at the end of the drive and decided that was the best place to clean his gun collection. Bradley didn’t even ride past the house that time, just pulled a U-turn and got out of there. After a week there wasn’t anyone at the end of the drive, Bradley finally thought he was going to have his chance but when he knocked on the door her mother answered and told him that she had already left for college. Apparently she had gotten an apartment early and they moved her that day. She hugged Bradley and told him that she loved him and that she was sorry. Bradley was sorry too. He asked her to let his girl know and she said she would try before Bradley headed on home.

Bradley had hoped he would get an opportunity to apologize in person when the holidays came and she was home from school but she never came home. Not the first year. Not the second. Not the third. Fourth.

This past Christmas he knows she wouldn’t have come home anyways. Her mom had been in a hospital closer to where she lived now and he knows she would have wanted to be with her mom. God. Her mom. Bradley can still hardly believe she’s gone. It felt like he lost another parent.

Bradley’s brought out of his thoughts by Ice making a humming noise, “Well, can’t hurt for me to try and knock some sense into you then. Someone has to try. Bradley, you obviously know I love you like a son, right?”

Bradley nodded.

“Then as my son I’m going to need you to get your head out of your ass. Seriously. This has gone on for far too long. You need to fix things with my daughter. I want her back home. I don’t even really care if you kiss and make up but I need you to be civil enough so she’ll come back home. For good. She’s too far away from me and I hate it. She’s all I got left of her mama and so you need to grow a pair and figure this out before I let Slider kick your ass,” Ice told him before leaning back in the chair.

Bradley sighed. He wouldn’t even know where to begin. He’s tried calling over the years. Sending presents. Sending flowers to her work for her birthday and holidays. He didn’t dare ever show up. Didn’t want to make things harder on her. Didn’t want to hurt he anymore than he already did. God he wishes he could take it all back.

A loud knock comes from his door before he hears Hangman talking and walking through the door, “Rooster, you fucked up man. I just saw your girl and…. Ice! What a lovely surprise! How is your day going? Are you well? You look well.” Hangman grins at Ice. Bradley’s pretty sure it’s to try and stop the glare he can see Ice sending Hangman from the corner of his eye.

Ice gestures towards Hangman, “Please, proceed. We’re all on the edge of our seats. How’s my daughter today, Hangman?”

Bradley holds in his laugh when he sees Hangman visibly swallow and then pull at the collar of his shirt.

“Well umm I saw her at the store and said hello to be friendly and then tried to catch up with her and she wasn’t having it and then she bolted out of the store. It was very odd behavior. Right? Right. Hey uhh do you guys smell smoke? I smell smoke. I think it’s coming from the kitchen. I should go check on that. Okay bye!” Hangman says quickly before turning around and racing out the room.

Ice shakes his head, “The burning smell was him trying to use his brain for once.”

Bradley snorts a laugh.

Ice reaches over and pats Bradley on the shoulder, “Think it over. Come up with a plan. I’ll help as much as I can.”

Bradley nods. He has absolutely no ideas. This is going to fail.

[xoxomoonlightxoxo]

P&C | Ch. 2: Hey Flip Flops

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6:30 a.m.

"Mira, Miraya, wake up!" I sigh as my body is awakened by the sound of my alarm clock and Jiah's voice.

"It's time already?" I whine, stretching my body for what seems like an hour. I can barely make out Jiah's words as they're interrupted by her yawns, but I'm pretty sure she said something about breakfast.

We quickly get ready. Check each other out for the 50th time, making sure we both look to die for because that's what boss ladies do, before finally heading out. It rained the night before so the air is extra crisp, which I love. Would rather have this than the 10-month winter season I had to endure back home.

Jiah was right, the knee-high boots definitely pulled the whole look together, we both look like two French girls. Talking about fashion, people in Korea (especially girls) know how to dress well. Everything, and I mean everything, from their hair down to their nails is polished and well put together. Mindblowing as back home I could be seen wearing the same Harvard sweater for 5 consecutive days, with absolutely no shame or will to change. So the fact that these boots are now in my possession should in itself cause a commotion, but for now, I'll settle for Jiah's reassurance and cute compliments.

Unfortunately, though, our little date had to pause as it was time to depart to our respective faculty buildings. See, Jiah is a Business major with a minor in accounting, aka money is basically going to follow her 24/7. While I'm majoring in Nursing, by choice mind you! I was going to go into Dietetics before realising that my eating habits are questionable at best, so I spared humanity this one (you're welcome). But now, if you see me in your local hospital in my cute scrubs but absolutely no clue what I'm doing, just mind your business.

Anywho, we said our goodbyes and wished each other luck. Fast forward to about five minutes, and there I was, standing in front of the building that will probably make me cry, scream, laugh, and all of the above throughout the next 4 years. Nonetheless, I have come this far right? The possibility of everything I worked for going down the drain is the only motivation I need right now to do my best.

--

As I walked out of my last class of the day, the sun was already beginning to set. To be honest, everything went pretty well, I mean as well as it could go on a syllabus day. My professors were all pretty chill except for one lady who intimidates the crap out of me for absolutely no reason. She has over 30 years of experience in this field and deals with new cohorts, which means she might be my supervisor. If that's the case I will have to pregame each clinical to not pass out in her presence.

I wanted to grab a quick coffee on my way back to the dorm when I felt my phone buzz.

Jiah: Heyy lovely, how are you? Have you eaten? Jimin invited us to a little get-together with his friends, so I'll pick you up at 7.

Mira: Hey babes, I'm great. How are you love? Sure, I'll let you know when I'm ready.

Oh my god, my first party. It's no big deal but my body has definitely become more tense. I mean I know literally no one else aside from Jiah. I haven't even met her boyfriend, barely know what he looks like. But, I trust her, so as long as I stick by her everything should be fine, right? I mean what's the worst that can happen?

I was so caught up in my thoughts which were abruptly interrupted by a body that slammed past me as I tried to open the front door of the dormitory. Ouch. I didn't have time to check who it was but they also made no effort in checking if I was okay. Looking back all I could see was a tall guy with a black hoodie who seemed to be in a rush. Jeez, people these days are just something else I swear. Whatever, I thought, maybe they were having a rough day. Nonetheless, I straightened up and made my way up to my dorm, trying to forget whatever that was as I had bigger things to think about.

--

Knock Knock Knock

"Miraya, open up, I'm here!" I could hear Jiah's screams from my bedroom as I tried to quickly unlock the door. One hand on the doorknob, the other on my dress strap. As the door swung open, Jiah was left in absolute awe.

"Sheesh, miss girl who allowed you to look this good?" she exclaimed, coming in for a tight hug.

"Girl, look at you! Screw your boyfriend and come live with me," we both giggled, knowing dam well that we both looked quite good. I mean go big or go home right?

"I'm almost done, I swear. But please, can you help me with this strap? It unclipped and I almost lost my mind, I don't know why this dress requires 10 people to assemble, but hey, it looks good!" I joke as Jiah quickly clasps the dress back into its position.

"Hey, what's this? Are you okay?"

"What?" I ask, as she walks me to a mirror and points to a bruise on my forearm.

"Oh, yeah, so silly. This guy bumped into me as I was trying to get into the building today. But, it's no big deal. It doesn't hurt." I assure her, letting out a small chuckle.

"Are you sure? Next time you see him let me know, I'll run straight into him." she urges with pure determination on her face. I can't help but smile, reaching out and going in for a hug. We talk about our day for a little while until finally leaving the dorm.

--

"So, this party? Who else is going to be there?" I quietly ask as we make our way down to the elevators.

"Oh, just, my boyfriend, his friends, and some other people from this dormitory," Jiah responds with a smile, as she presses the Basement floor.

While my nerves were somewhat calm during our elevator ride, they sure as hell were not once the doors opened and I saw the amount of people just at the entrance. My eyes were wide open as I gave Jiah a quick glance, she looked back with a mischievous yet nervous smile.

"Come on Mira, let's have fun. Let loose!" she exclaimed, pulling my arm towards the entrance. There was no time to answer or to protest so I had no other choice but to follow her into a huge studio room with disco lights and music blasting from each corner. Small gathering.

"Baby!" Jiah screamed, as her hold on my hand loosened and she ran to a boy in a black cap. Jimin. Well, at least, now I know what he looks like. It was cute watching them reunite. They have definitely missed each other, from the way their bodies melt into one another and their eyes lock.

"Miraya, come here let me introduce you to everyone," Jiah waves for me to come closer as I can now clearly see the faces of the other guys surrounding Jimin. Oh my god, no.

"Oh, hey flip flops!" Tae scrunches his nose as he waves at my yet again flushed face. I dare not to look up, hoping that if I can't see them then they won't be able to see me.

"Flip flops?" Jimin and Jiah both ask, letting out a chuckle at the funny nickname.

"Yeah, it was so funny because when we first met I was at the elevator and she ran ..."

"Ok, that's enough thank you for your input but really, it's not that serious. Um so Jimin, how was your vacation" I quickly try to change the subject before Tae sends me into another nervous breakdown. Everyone just smiles and looks at Jimin, while Tae laughs at my quick remark.

"Yeah, I mean it was honestly so nice, the boys and I went to Bora Bora. Heaven on Earth! Babe, next time, we should all go," he says looking at Jiah who has snuggled into his embrace.

"Oh by the way this is Jungkook, we drove all night yesterday from Busan, so excuse his appearance." Jimin smiles, pulling on Jungkook's hoodie to come forward and introduce himself. The poor guy seems absolutely drained but manages to let out a tiny hello with a nod. Something about him seems familiar but I can't tell what exactly.

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[bellaboldheart]

if this flops I'll give up and delete this, but I have started chapter 2 already.

CHAPTER ONE:

This was supposed to be the best day of Ballisters life. He would become a knight and finally prove to everyone that he wasn't a waste of time and resources. He ended up proving the exact opposite. He destroyed the glorodome and killed the queen. Worst of all,his own boyfriend cut off his arm! Now he was on the run, tired, shocked, bleeding and he’s the kingdom's most wanted criminal, but it wasn't his fault! Right? Someone sabotaged him or something, his sword, or, I guess his not-sword was switched. It was a laser, a laser that shot the queen. He doesn’t know who did this, but he’ll figure it out…he has to.

Everything hurts. He’s clutching his arm while he runs so as to not bleed out. That's the most important right now. If he bleeds to death he’ll never be able to prove his innocence. He’ll die with Ambrosius thinking he was a monster. After what felt like hours of running he finally made it to an abandoned tower deep in the forest. People in the kingdom never go in the forest. Thats where monsters lie, and you definitely never go alone. But Ballister had no where else to go. And maybe if he where here, the knights wouldn't search for him. 

The tower was tall and made of stone. The stone walls were cracked and some even had mold on it. There was a gate outfront and within the gates there was trash and scrap metal scattered all over. The insides were not any better. It smelt awful and the place was a shit hole. Papers everywhere and a couch that has holes all over. There were definitely bugs in this tower.

It wasn’t sanitary but it’ll have to do for right now. He needs a way to seal this wound, it would be better for him to stitch it up but there's no sewing supplies and Ambrosius just had to take his dominant hand. He has to go with the next best thing: cauterization. 

He grabs the supplies, in the corner of the room there was a gas stove, a knife, a rag, and some old alcohol that probably wasn't safe to drink. Ballister knew there was a risk he’d get an infection but it's a risk he’s willing to take. He heats the knife with the stove and takes the rolled up rag and shoves it in his mouth. He braces himself before pressing the hot metal to his stub. It hurts like hell, even with the rag screams escape his mouth. He can’t stop the tears from pouring down his face. He wants to stop but he knows he has to close the wound. He moves the knife to a different part of the wound and presses harder. This feels worse than the arm itself being cut off. At least then it was quick and he had adrenaline. But this feels never ending. After about 20 minutes he finished. It's uneven and he definitely burnt it badly but it's all sealed up. He grabs the alcohol and chugs it before falling to the floor. That's one less problem for him to deal with at least. After drinking some more bottles of alcohol he finally passes out.

The next day he begins to design an arm. Once he had an arm he could begin investigating the incident. The arm that he cauterized hurts like hell but he ignores it as best as he can. Over the course of a week he scavenged as many resources as he could. Scrap metal, wires, food, more alcohol, even some bandages. The pain of his arm has died down a bit, not completely though. He still drinks the pain of it away, and that's totally the only pain he's drinking away. Not any of the emotional trauma of killing your mother figure and your boyfriend mutilating you horribly. Definitely not. 

Ballister found a nearly empty journal that he could document evidence he found, his designs for his arm and just random writing he needed to deal with the stress of everything. It’ll be good to keep his ideas all in one place, and its like a form of therapy for him. Because once he clears his name he’ll definitely need it. He’ll just leave out the countless nights of crying, drinking, and crying again.

May 3rd

Its hard to write, since I’m using my left hand. I havent looked for any clues as to what happened that night. I think someone switched my sword, the squire was the last person before me to touch it. I don’t know why he would do something like that, but if it was him, I’m gonna figure it out. I dont know if me and Goldenloin are still…a thing. After this I doubt it. I’m gonna tell him it wasnt me. I know he’ll believe me. He’s the only person I know for sure will trust me.

He knows Ambrosius will believe him. They're- no, they were best friends- NO, they were boyfriends. For years. Ambrosius was the only person Ballister really trusted and vise versa. But what if Ambrosius doesnt trust him anymore. What if he really does think he’s a murderer. What if he’s currently looking for him, to arrest him…to kill him. No Ambrosius would never do that, he’s sure of it.

[no-m4gic]

Hello dearest I'm back hehhe

Idk how to call you so I'll just call u no magic :⁠^⁠)

It's me again Ik ik I'm annoying but omg I adore Ur writing like Ur my fave on the app rn so I was thinking maybe if you write angst to fluff argument scenario for byakuya!? I mean u don't have to since Ik some plp aren't comfy w that do if u aren't u can just write some general headcanons lysm have a nice day cutiepie

omg angst yes thank you plasma also you can call me sitaya :) thanks for your suppport <33

i have no idea what you want the argument to be about so i just went to watch msa rich people stories

also i found out how to turn on dark mode yyyay!

i spilled noodle soup on my shirt while writing this damnit byakuya give me your money to buy some gucci and a new washing machine

warnings ;; angst obviously, abuse, hitting, yelling, dramatic flashbacks, mentions of drugs

~mod sitaya

COMFORT // BYAKUYA X GN S/O

you heaved a sigh, listening your husband, the almighty byakuya togami, insulting one of his new servants for *accidentally* spilling some champagne on his top. you were just waiting for togami to finish his whole dramatic scene and tried not to think about the havoc going on right next to you. at least he wasn't yelling at the servant.

well since you've heard byakuya throw spiteful comments at servants several times, you knew how long this would go on for. your mind was protesting you tell togami to stop being such a bratty bitch despite already knowing the result you'll receive. "s/o. this is my business, stay out of it,". you've heard it thousands of times, and you don't want to hear it ever again.

you were zoned out until you heard those words. "you know what? you're fired, get out of my face you plebian," you turned to look to your side, only to see byakuya shooing the servant away. it looked like she was crying, too.

even though this was normal on his part, it definitely wasn't anything good on yours. how heartless of him to just send someone away for an accident and start casually sipping your coffee, right next to your partner too.

"hey dude, that wasn't cool. she was apologizing, you didn't HAVE to fire her... plus you could just wash the champagne out," you said, in your calmest demeanour. "she deserved it. what am i even paying her for if she's just going to ruin my belongings," wow. way to go. "just because you think she and almost everyone are under you doesn't mean you can treat them like trash!" byakuya set his coffee down and turned to you, giving you that all-so familiar leave-me-alone face. "if you want to side with her, how about you go chase after her and go apologize for your husband's behavior since he doesn't want to,"

"well maybe i will- and leave your hellhole of a mansion!" you got up and stormed away to your room. byakuya just shrugged and continued with his extra black and bitter coffee, you'd get over it and wear yourself out eventually.

after locking the door, you flopped onto your queen-sized bed and buried your face into the fluffy pillow, unable to tell if you wanted scream, cry or both. well, your hunger kept you distracted from your emotions... and your emotions kept you distracted from your hunger. you were tempted to grab something to eat, but you didn't want to see your husband's face right now.

you woke up to the sound of banging on your door. this... wasn't your room, were you even in byakuya's mansion anymore? it wouldn't be possible that he'd drugged you since you never ate or drank anything nor would it be possible that he or his workers carried you elsewhere as you were a light sleeper.

your thoughts were interrupted by screaming and crying. there was a painful silence before you heard something being thrown across the room and a cry before everything turned silent again.

scanning your surrondings, you immediately realize this was your old room when your eyes met a picture of you, your mom and your dad. you knew what was happening behind the door of your "room". not wanting to see or find out if your theories were true, you hid under your ragged blankets, trying to fall asleep again, hoping this was all just a bad dream.

your eyes flew open as you gasped, sitting up from your bed. your actual bed. it was all just a nightmare. a flashback. after a while, somebody started softly knocking on your door. you hated yourself at that moment for hoping it was byakuya just coming to check on you or something.

getting up to unlock the door, you passed your vanity mirror and saw you were pale, sweating and shaking. grabbing the door handle, you used all the strength you had to pull it open, revealing who you'd hope to be behind the door. your husband. "byakuya-!" you jumped onto him to hug him.

"yeah yeah, hi. i just came here to apologize for... this morning," he hugged back, with his same disgusted face. you knew he's just like that whenever he received affection, though. "so, what happened- you're all sweaty and stuff," he gently pushed you away and folded his arms, looking down (or up if you're somehow taller than daddy long legs) at you.

"it's nothing, just a bad dream," with him around, yea, you felt better, but to say you've recovered fast would be an understatement. "hm. alright," he gave you a suspicious look before turning back to where his room was, but not before announcing something you've been wanting to hear for so long. "also, since you wanted to, we're going to disneyland."

DISNEYLANDDD sorry if it's short! i rushed the ending slightly so uhm it might not have *fluff* fluff, but i tried to make it as wholesome as possible :,)

[haveyouseenthisskeleton]

The kid having to summon a bone attack for the first time is so cute!! may I ask for another part where after a long time has passed, they've gotten much better and even showed that they can spell with the bones, saying: "THANK YOU, DAD!"

Undertale Sans - He's proud dad right now. He's very proud dad. He's so proud dad he needs a moment to turn around and desperately try to hide he's crying. That's too many memories in once. He then crush his kid into a hug.

Undertale Papyrus - Yep. That's his kid. He's going to show off so bad to Undyne as soon as you're sleeping. He got the whole thing on camera and he's in a mission to make everyone jealous because his kid is soo cool and he's the best teacher ever.

Underswap Sans - He cheers. It was long, and hard, but you're finally able to summon bones without breaking a window. He won't miss that you inside bones storm for sure. Thank god it's over.

Underswap Papyrus - He's recording and crying like a baby at the same time, overwhelmed. He tries to congratulate his kid but all the kid can understand is something like "ajkjfkedso". Honey is so proud. He will cry for two hours after this and several times a day the next few days because he's so proud.

Underfell Sans - He flops on the ground. That's it. You know how to use magic. You don't need him anymore. He's dead now. You ask him if he's ok. He says dramatically that it's alright, he understands you're almost an adult and will give up on him soon and that's he's definitely fine (no) with that. Hum... Maybe wait a little before telling him you have a boy/girlfriend, he's not ready yet.

Underfell Papyrus - He shows you a 8/10 sign and tells you some of your bones still need better calibration, but other than that it's pretty good. And you did all of that before Undyne "genius" child so he can't be more proud. How about you two go to show off and humiliate them to celebrate?

Horrortale Sans - He purrs like hell and goes hug his kid. The kid purrs back. Oak froze, Willow froze, the entire world froze. Oh shit. There's two tractors in the family now. The world is doomed. It's purring hell now.

Horrortale Papyrus - He screams with excitement and snatches his kid from the ground. He then runs around the neighborhood holding him Lion King style screaming his kid can do magic, totally forgetting his back problem. He'll probably regret that later, but for now he is just so happy.

Swapfell Sans - There's a long anxious silent as Nox is judging. The kid waits for it, a bit stressed. "It's... not bad." Omg. It's a compliment! It's like Christmas. The kid jumps in his arms. Nox awkwarly pat their head. He's... a good father? Somehow? Wow, he never expected that.

Swapfell Papyrus - That's so great! Come on, he's going to teach you to do that with all the words Mom forbid him to teach you! And then you two can write "Fuck" right in front of a police car as you're driving on your tricycles on the highway! Great parenting, Rus.

Fellswap Gold Sans - He screeches. "BONES ARE ATTACKS NOT PLAY TOYS STOP THIS." Also, he is maybe a bit blushing. Ok, he is maybe a bit flattered. The kid knows it and keeps showing off. S/O says he's a big tsundere. "I AM NOT A TSUNDERE SHUT UP." The kid writes "yes you are" with bones. Wine gasps, offended.

Fellswap Gold Papyrus - He runs in the bullets to hug his kid and knocks himself out with your bones. You're kinda worried. Wine sighs. Well thank god your cool uncle was there to actually teach you magic because with only Coffee you wouldn't have gone far.