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sukunas-wife · 4 months

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can you do something about sukuna when a curse hits him and he ends up turning into a little baby and the reader will have to take care of her husband and son because they are both identical 😸

Please 😭😭 It’s terrible now that Yuji is the same height as his daddy he couldn’t be more ecstatic about being able to swing on him only to learn Ryomen can very much still use his Domain Expansion 🥹 I don’t know why it got sad out of now where that unwanted child comments been haunting me all week 😭🤍

“Oh Ryomen…” you couldn’t help but stare sympathetically at your husband who was now just over 3 feet drowning in his clothes. Yuji was right there hugging his neck, “We’re the same height daddy now we can play!”

You wanted to tell Yuji not to see how Sukuna was trembling with teary eyes, the anger being too much for his little body. You wanted to coo at him but you felt so bad seeing him so small, finally you turned to your lady in waiting who was bowing on the floor in front of your little boys. “Lord Sukuna forgive I’m so sorry forgive me please I had no intention of doing this forgive me forgive me forgive me I beg for your mercy-“ she was cut off when a gash was sliced across her face, it wasn’t enough to kill her but enough to mark her as incompetent. You had to look away, his little chubby face was tilted back with an aggravated look his eyes were looking down on her. Yuji was still hugging and rubbing his face against his “daddy’s' ' shoulder. You almost thought he deserved a brother.

There you were picking him up to keep him from killing your lady in waiting. You expected him to kick and throw a tantrum instead he turned in your arms burying his face in your shoulder holding on tight to your robes. Yuji was pouting when he handed you his dads oversized robe that you tried to use to cover him up. He laid there sniffling, you could feel the heat of his face and the occasional tear.

“Aww is my little prince crying.” You could help but take his face in your hand and kiss all over his face. He wasn’t like Yuji who would start laughing and perk up, he put his hand on your lips stopping you while staring you down. You stared at each other until your fake bit his chubby fingers and he cracked a small smile. “Cmon Yuji, we need some of your clothes.”

Yuji perked up, taking your hand and looking up at his dad. He wanted to play but he guessed his dad can’t just run around naked. You were doing your best to dress Sukuna but this is how it went.

“Let’s see what we have,” you pulled out white pants and a white shirt, “No.”

“This?” It was a robe Yuji would wear in the summer, “No.”

“What about these?” You pulled out a fancy little set Yuji wore in one of your family portraits, “Nuh uh”

“Oh oh! What about this one daddy!” You watched Yuji jump out of the Chester of clothes, it was a costume he asked you to ask one of your ladies in waiting who was a good seamstress to make. It was Ryomen’s Iconic white robe, blue belt and scarf. It had matching socks also, this is what Sukuna got excited about. He took it from Yuji, not hesitating to strip from his oversized coat and into his new smaller robes. “Perfect.”

You saw him standing on the bed next to Yuji, Yuji looked so excited and you looked away. “I don’t need another, I don't need another, I don't need another.”

“Woman!” You turned back to Sukuna. His small voice was nowhere near as demanding or authoritative. You saw Yuji slide off the bed and run off, “I am hungry.” You cleared your throat, “right, let’s get you something to eat .” You looked around “Yuji baby are hungry?” “Nooo!” His voice was shaky, “‘m looking for something i'll eat later!” You watched as bent over half hanging in the drawer of clothes. “Are you sure?” “Mhmm!” “Alright, we’ll be in the kitchen if you get hungry okay?” He nodded “ookaay mommy” Sukuna slid off the bed and you couldn’t help but take his little hand, you looked at Yuji missing the look of shock on Ryomen’s face. You only looked back when you felt his little hand squeeze yours tighter. Your soft smile when you looked down at him. He wanted to rip his hand away and cross his arms over his chest, he’s not weak and he doesn’t need a hand to hold. He snapped his head away and you felt how his hand was shaky while he held on tight. “What’s wrong Ryomen?” He didn’t look at you, but you could see the red on his face, the little gloss over his eyes, you thought to yourself, ‘he’s probably never held someone’s hand. He was the cursed unwanted wretch of a child..’

You spent the next hour treating him like a complete child, the baby talk, sitting him on the counter and squishing his little cheeks even if he threatened to bite you, you never did. The way you’d hug him and kiss his cheeks and forehead. Letting him eat off the spoon while you cooked, he didn’t give you the cute little reactions Yuji did but his little puffed out cheeks and puts squeezed your heart. There you stood in front of him, he was sitting on the counter with an almost empty bowl. You watched him slurp the last of his noodles and awed at his little smile when he looked up at you. You could help but take his face in your hands and kiss his forehead, “My little baby boy.” He put his bowl down when you hugged him and did his best to hug you, his face on your chest, you let your chin rest on his head. “I love you Ryo.” He didn’t make a sound. You ran your hand up and down his back, “you okay baby?” He just hummed.

“Daddy!” You pulled away and broke into a big smile when you saw Yuji standing in the door. “Awww Yu.” You couldn’t help but coo over him. He was dressed exactly like Ryomen, and even had a poorly drawn mark on his forehead. You sat Yuji down to eat listening to him explain how he looked for the costume because he knew he had more than one and now he and daddy could play the King of Curses game he had just made up. Sukuna was standing by your side pulling on your sleeve while Yuji was stuffing his face quickly. You saw him, you genuinely saw him as a child in that instance. He didn’t have any marks on face or wrists. He looked naked, you had to stifle your laugh when he mumbled something you didn’t catch. “Daddy needs a mark too!” Was all Yuji said pointing at his own forehead. After Yuji finished eating you sat them both in front of your vanity, cleaning off their faces and taking a black pigment to draw the little mark Ryomen usually had on his forehead on both of them. They were almost identical twins except for the fact Yuji’s light brown eyes were innocent compared to Sukuna’s red eyes that now held a look of mischief.

before you knew it they were off. Both of them were running out into the garden racing to see who would get there first. It was a competition of who was better now. Still you trailed behind, calling your ladies in waiting to accompany you.

It was chaos, they tore up flowers, left muddy patches in the grass, their white robes were filthy at the bottoms and the pigments on their foreheads were running from sweating. Sukuna tackled Yuji and they tumbled into the koi pond, they were laughing and soaking wet, slipping while they tried to climb out. It was cute how they crawled out and laid on the grass. Your boys, laughing and kicking their legs, it made you awe. There was no doubt in your mind Ryomen didn’t get to experience this kind of fun from the very very faint and little details he’d given you of his past.

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It’s been a week, you woke up this morning sore and tired. Sukuna was half lying into your chest drooling and snoring, Yuji was laying backwards, he was spread out a foot pressed into your cheek the other on the pillow, one of his hands was spread out the other loosely holding Ryomens hand.

You tried to move, Yuji sat up slowly, not moving his foot from your face. You tried to sit up and Ryomen whined shaking his head back and forth protesting your sitting up. Still you held him in your lap as he clung to you with one hand, Yuji tried to wiggle into your lap hugging your other side. “‘’M sleepy” the weight of your mini husband and son drug you back down to the bed. You caved and fell back asleep pulling both of them into your sides.

You woke up screaming, jumping up in panic, running out the room ready to grab your kids just to find them tripping and tying up eunuchs to draw on their faces. They were squatting around a poor eunuch's face. Yuji was covering his smile with his little fists, and Sukuna was on his knees and one hand, the other drawing on his face, his tongue stuck out in concentration. You had to breathe and your lady in waiting ran up to you, “Lady y/n are you alright?! You ran out in just your intimate robes.” You sighed your heart beating in your throat “Yes, I just heard screaming so I was panicked.” It was scary, their heads snapped to look at you like wolves. They heard you and it was over, they were running over to you and you felt intimidated which led to you running back to your room being chased by Ryomen and Yuji.

“No! Stop, stop! No!” Your cries were in vain when they managed to take you down after entering your room. Laid out on the floor Sukuna sat on your butt leaning back into your back like a lounge, you groaned lifting your head to find Yuji squatting in front of you. “Mornin mommy.” You rested your cheek against your folded arms “Good Morning baby.”

——————-

It was another week, you were sitting on a stool in the bathroom robes pushed back, Ryomen was sitting between your legs on a smaller stool while you scrubbed him down. Yuji was splashing in the water, his skin tinted red from being scrubbed down also. Sukuna was angry, pouting with his fists pushed into his knees. “Ryo if you didn’t wanna be scrubbed then you shouldn’t have chased that skunk! Now both of you stink. And look at this!” You ran a hand through his hair little grains of dirt could be felt, “you still have sand in your hair.” He huffed before he crossed his arms over his chest, puffing out his cheeks. “M not stinky woman! It’s called manly musk!” You laughed “Manly musk, the only thing manly about you right now is your name Ryomen.” He yelped when you poured water over him, side eyeing you before you told him to go soak in the fragrant bath. The smell lingered on their clothes. You had them Burned and the handmaid's were quick to make new ones before they finished soaking.

——————

It was the start of the third week, you wanted your oversized husband back. You were tired of waking up to someone in your ribs and a foot in your face. The two had become so similar you ended up saying the wrong name three or four times before you got it right. The robes and painted marks didn’t help either. But here you were reclining on the front steps of the temple watching them one more time. Sukuna felt it before you saw him, Kenjaku was coming.

“What do you want!” He was bratty and snapping at him when he was in sight.

“Oh, I didn’t know the king of curses had another son. An exact replica I would say too.” Kenjaku picked him up by the scruff of his robes, Sukuna was kicking and wiggling before Yuji ran over “Let him go!” And started beating the man’s legs. Kenjaku shook Sukuna, “hey Kid is Ryomen Sukuna home or isn’t he?” “M not answering you.”

Kenjaku’s eye twitched “Why not?” “Because your brain is freaky! Who needs to open their heads, freak!” Yuji screamed, still swinging on Kenjaku’s leg. Kenjaku tried to lightly push Yuji back and that’s when Sukuna smacked his hands together, “DOMAIN EXPANSION”

It was unstable, he was Ryomen Sukuna, but his cursed energy was the same as a child’s.

You heard the chime and drip. Everything in you lit up and you started running, what the hell was happening Yuji, Ryo please please don’t do anything stupid.

“Ah shit-“ Kenjaku was quick to make his disappearance at the scene when he heard your steps.

“Ryomen!” You took a deep breath “Yuji!” You could feel the residuals of another person.

“What happened!?” You were kneeling in front of Sukuna, hands on his shoulders with a panicked look. He was okay, that was until you heard sniffles and crying. You snapped around Yuji was sitting on the floor with a gash across his crying. You let Sukuna go and ran over to Yuji picking him up. “Shh shh shh, it’s okay let me see.” You tried to pull his hands away from his face. There were cuts across his nose and across one of his eyebrows. “come here Yu.” You sat on the ground pulling him into your lap even when he resisted while crying. Placing your hand carefully on his face cupping his cheek you started to use your reverse cursed technique to heal cuts.

You watched as they closed and slowly started to heal over. You didn’t notice how Sukuna looked scared, for once the king of curses looked vulnerable. When you were done with Yuji, what were you going to do to him? Were you going to abuse him the way his parents had? Would you treat him like a wretch, an unwanted curse. Would you scream at him and raise your hand at him? “…Yuji…” his voice was so small when he tried to get closer. You turned to him, you saw those teary eyes and you were confused, when you licites your hand to try and pull him closer he flinched away. “What’s wrong Ryo?” He watched you put your hand down on Yuji who stopped crying. He looked down, shaking his head, before Yuji spoke up “m Okay it wasn’t too bad.”

Both of you saw how Sukuna’s eyes looked up but he wouldn’t lift his face. You nodded with your head, “Come here Ryo.” He slowly walked over hands behind his back before standing next to you still not looking you in the eye. “You okay?” Your hand came up to touch his back and he just stood there, Yuji was still sitting in your lap looking up at his dad. You watched those little tears drip off his chin, before you pulled him down into your side hugging him, “Don’t cry Sukuna, you didn’t do anything wrong. You didn’t mean to hurt Yuji.” Yuji crawled over trying to hug him also, “‘ts okay.”

You did your best to hold both of them, rubbing their heads with your hands as they held onto you. Taking turns in kissing their heads and rubbing their backs. Sukuna still hadn’t said anything, “m sorry.” His voice was shaky and you squeezed him harder, “oh Ryomen.” You sat there holding both of them until One of them fell asleep. Yuji walked beside you while you carried his mini dad, this was the only time you’d ever be able to carry him without his soul crushing weight. Yuji ran off to his room. When you made it inside, you took Sukuna to your shared room, laying him on the bed. Brushing his hair back carefully, you pressed a kiss to his forehead, “I love you Ryo, none of this was your fault, you shouldn’t have to carry burdens that aren’t yours.” Pulling the blanket over him you sat down, you saw his eyes barely open before he fell asleep again.

——————-

“Y/n…” it was the soft call of your name that woke you up.

Yuji was sitting in your lap holding on to you. You back was stiff and your neck popped when you tried to stretch.

“Hm,” you didn’t bother trying to open your eyes. “Woman,” you sat up trying to rub your eyes and not let your sleeping Yuji fall, “Ryomen?” There he was in his full frontal glory that made you do a double take before looking up at him, “Where’s your clothes???”

He ignored your question, taking your face in one of his hands, he leaned in closer and you were going to kiss him until he ghosted your lips and pressed a rare soft kiss to your forehead, “There is no doubt you are a fine mother.”

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cheoliehansolie · 1 month

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Uno Reverse Card

Summary: Seokmin is the one who constantly surprises you when you least expect it, so you decide it's time to return the favor.

Word Count: ~2.8k

Pairing: gn reader x Seokmin

Warnings: although reader is written as gender neutral, it's implied that they have long hair.

an: This was inspired by blonde Seokmin and it was supposed to come out sooner but I hit a wall, so let's pretend that it came it earlier. If you like reading this, make sure to reblog! If you have any suggestions or you just want to talk, send me an ask 💕

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“Minnie, I already told you, we’ll meet at your place later. You don’t need to come with me while I just do a bunch of boring errands.” you say as you make your way to the hair salon.

“I know babe, but I miss you. We haven’t been able to see each other for a while because we’ve both been so busy the past few days.”

You hear the pout that is extremely evident in his voice and you can just see the pout on his lips.

“Aww, I miss you too. But I have something important I have to do and as much as I love you, you will definitely distract me. Besides, I want it to be a surprise.” you say, hoping to cheer up your pouty boyfriend.

“A surprise?” he asks, curiously.

“Yeah, but it can only stay a surprise if you don’t come with me while I’m out today.”

“Fine, I guess we can just meet at my place. But it’s only because you want to surprise me!” he says.

“Okay, okay, listen I’ve gotta go now. I’ll see you in a few hours.”

“Okay, babe. I love you.”

“I love you, too.” you say as you hang up.

The hair salon comes into view right when you hang up the phone. You couldn’t wait to surprise Seokmin with your new hair later tonight. He was always the one to come home on a random weekday with completely different hair, two weeks ago being the perfect example.

You were sitting on the couch doing a few final touches on the presentation you were supposed to present the next day when you heard a knock at the front door open. Once you opened the door, you were greeted by your sweet boyfriend dressed in gray sweats, a black shirt, and a black beanie effectively covering all his hair.

“Hey baby.” he says as he leans down to meet your lips for a quick kiss.

“Hi Minnie.” you say with a smile as you let him into your place and wait for him to take his shoes off.

“What’re you up to? Did I disturb you?” he asks as the two of you plop onto the couch.

“Nah, I was just working on a presentation for tomorrow. I’ve been staring at it for the past few hours so you coming over was a welcome distraction. I think I would’ve gone insane if I had to stare at the slideshow any longer.” you explain.

“Well then I’m glad that I can take your mind off it.” he says with a bright smile.

“What about you? What’d you get up to today?” you ask him.

“Before we get to that, I have a surprise for you!” your boyfriend exclaims excitedly.

“A surprise? Where is it? You don’t have a bag with you.” you ask, confused.

“Just close your eyes. It’ll make sense soon, I promise.” he says.

“Okay.” you say, bringing your hands dramatically up to cover your eyes.

You can briefly hear some shuffling, but you try not to focus on it too much so you can be fully surprised by the sweet boy sitting next to you.

“Okay, you can open your eyes now!” Seokmin says and you can hear the joy in his voice.

When you open your eyes, your jaw immediately drops at the sight in front of you. Seokmin, you’re sweet, lovely boyfriend that sent you a selfie earlier in the day from the studio with his natural black hair now sits next to you with bleach blond hair.

“Oh my god, your hair!” you exclaim as you shuffle closer to get a better look at his hair.

“What? Do you not like it?” Seokmin asks anxiously.

“Not like it? Baby, there’s no way I could not like it! You look amazing, I’m just shocked.” you say, hoping he could hear the earnesty in your voice.

Your boyfriend visibly relaxes as you bring your hand up to card your fingers through his newly blonde locks.

“How is your hair still so soft after you just bleached it to death?” you ask.

“My hair’s just special like that, I guess.” he says as he shrugs his shoulders.

“You’re so annoying!” you joke as you giggle and gently pull at his hair, making him whine. “I can’t believe that you came home with completely different hair than when you left this morning. It’s literally a random Tuesday.”

“Well, I actually knew a few weeks ago but I decided to not say anything so I could surprise you.”

“You knew for a few weeks and you didn’t say anything? I’m getting you back for this, Lee Seokmin.” you threatened.

Which brings you to why you’re seated in the hair salon waiting room. In the time that you and Seokmin had been together, you didn’t really change much about your appearance. You liked how you looked and you didn’t really feel the need to change. But when you were cleaning out your camera roll, you came across pictures from before you and Seokmin knew each other.

The pictures included some from a few years ago when you impulsively decided to cut your hair to your shoulders after going through a particularly rough situationship. It had been a while since then and you had forgotten how much you liked your shorter hair. It was also so much easier to take care of than the long hair you currently have. It’s been a few years since you did anything drastic to your hair, so you decided to change it up.

Your name gets called and you get up to take a seat at the stylist’s chair. You felt butterflies in your stomach as you told the stylist what you wanted and you were so excited to see how this would go.

Not even an hour later, you were staring at your reflection in the mirror and you couldn’t believe how good you looked.

“Oh my god, I love it so much! You did a great job.” you exclaimed to your hairstylist as you played with your hair.

“I’m so glad you like it!” she says with the biggest smile on her face.

“I can’t wait to see Seokmin’s reaction.” you say as you get up from the chair.

“He doesn’t know?” your stylist asks.

“No, I wanted to surprise him. Do you think he’ll like it?”

“He definitely will! If he doesn’t, call me and I will personally shave his hair off.”

“I’ll keep that in mind.” you laugh as you make your way to the exit.

“Thank you, again!”

“Anytime!”

Once you’re back out in the streets, you can’t keep the smile from appearing on your face. You just loved your new hair so much and you couldn’t wait to show Seokmin.

You still had a few hours before you were supposed to meet Seokmin, so you decided to do a little window shopping until later tonight. But less than thirty minutes into your shopping trip, you feel your phone buzz in your purse. Unsurprisingly, it’s a call from your sweet, clingy (in the best way possible) boyfriend

“Babe~, when are you coming over?” Seokmin whines on the other end of the line.

“Well I finished my big task that I had to get done today and I decided to go out shopping since it finished quicker than expected. I figured I could just window shop until we were supposed to meet later tonight.” you explained as you continued casually browsing the racks of the store you were in.

“If you’re done with your big task, why can’t you just come over earlier?” Seokmin asks, pouting at you for the nth time today.

“I thought you would be busy and you’d have a few things you needed to get done before I came over later so I wanted to give you some time to get stuff done before I come over and distract you.” you say into the phone.

“First of all, I’ve literally spent the entire day sitting on the couch watching the clock waiting for the time that you’re gonna come over. Second of all, I do have things to get done but I can’t get anything done when I know that I get to see you later. Third of all, you are my favorite distraction to have and I would have no problems with you distracting me.” your boyfriend says sweetly into his phone.

You feel your cheeks heat up at his words and you hide yourself in a corner of the store to avoid having other people see you all flustered and embarrassed.

“Okay, since I am done and it seems like you’re getting nothing done anyways, I guess I could come over now.”

“Really? Yay! I’ll see you soon then babe. I love you!” he says happily into the phone.

You can’t help the smile from spreading onto your face as you say “I love you too, I’ll see you soon.” and hang up the phone.

As you’re about to leave the store, you see a hair scarf on one of the mannequins and you think that would be the best way to hide your new hair from your boyfriend.

Less than ten minutes later, you’re leaving the store in the direction of your boyfriend’s apartment, scarf completely covering your hair from view. Once you’re standing in the elevator on your way to his floor, you do a final check of the scarf on your head to make sure no pieces are sticking out. By the time the elevator doors open, you determine that you’re physically ready to show your boyfriend your new hair.

Mentally? That’s another story. You know that Seokmin will love you no matter what you look like, he’s made that apparently clear over the past year you’ve been together, but you can’t help the doubt from creeping into your mind as you make your way to his apartment door. You haven't changed your look much, if at all, since meeting Seokmin and you can’t help but wonder if this will completely change how Seokmin sees you. What if he doesn’t like you anymore?

Before you can dwell on your thoughts much longer, you’re standing in front of Seokmin’s door and you decide you can’t stand there delaying his reaction any longer. So, you bring your hand up to knock on his door. Not even a second later, the door swings open and your boyfriend greets you with the brightest smile.

“Babe! I’ve missed you!” he says once you’ve made your way into his apartment and slipped your shoes off.

“Aww, I’ve missed you too!” you say as you reach up to give him a hug.

The two of you melt into each other's touch and your previous nerves from a few minutes ago seem to immediately dissipate.

“So, where’s my surprise?” Seokmin asks, his excitement evident in his voice.

“So impatient.” you tsk. “I’m starting to think you only wanted me to come over sooner so you could get your surprise sooner.”

“Babe, you know that’s not true.” he whines as he leans down into your embrace.

“I know, I know. I’m just teasing. Come on, let’s go sit down and I’ll show you your surprise.” you say as you lead him to his couch in the living room.

“Sit down and close your eyes.” you say as you stand in front of the couch, too nervous to sit down.

“Okay babe.” Seokmin says as he grabs a throw pillow from his couch and covers his face with it to prove to you that he’s not peeking.

Taking a deep breath, you undo the scarf and drop it on the coffee table next to you. You feel your previous nervousness bubbling up again, but that’s almost immediately gone when your boyfriend opens his mouth.

Seokmin, still sitting on the couch with his face in the pillow, hears the rustle of fabric and says the first thing that comes to mind, being “You’re not taking off your clothes, are you?” Seokmin asks “Like, I wouldn’t be opposed to it, but that’s definitely not the surprise I was expecting.”

“Seokmin!” you exclaim, acting scandalized as though Seokmin hasn’t seen you naked on multiple occasions. “I wouldn’t say I have a surprise for you just to get naked in front of you. Why was that the first thing you thought of?”

“I don’t know! I just heard fabric rustling and that’s what I thought!” he says defensively.

“What if I bought you a shirt and that’s what you were hearing?” you ask, smiling at the fact that he still has his face buried in the pillow.

“Well did you buy me a shirt?”

“I don’t know, did I?” you counter, sassily.

“Babe, can I please open my eyes now? I’ve been sitting with this pillow in my face for like the past three hundred years.” he whines dramatically.

“Hmm, I’m gonna choose to ignore how factually incorrect that statement is. Okay, you can open your eyes now.” you say.

Seokmin opens his eyes and it’s his turn to have his jaw drop. You had shown him pictures of your hair when it used to be short before you met Seokmin, but it had been a long time since then and the pictures definitely didn’t do you justice.

“What do you think?” you ask nervously as you card your fingers through your newly shorter hair.

“Babe, I love it so much. It looks so good!” your boyfriend exclaims as he gets off the couch to stand in front of you.

“You look so beautiful.” he says softly as he cups your cheek in his hand. “Can I touch it?” he asks, knowing how you normally don’t like it when he touches your hair when it’s been styled.

You nod your head in approval and it’s his turn to card his fingers through your hair. You lean your cheek further into his palm, seeking comfort in his touch.

“Do you really like it?” you ask, still feeling a little bit insecure.

“Of course I do! Do you like it?” he asks you.

“Yeah, I think it looks really pretty.” you say softly.

“Then that’s all that matters. I’ll love you no matter what you look like. As long as you’re happy, I’m happy.” he says, his blinding smile gracing his lips once again.

You knew he would like it no matter what, but hearing him confirm it to you himself made any last bits of insecurity completely leave your system. You wrapped your hands around his neck, bringing his lips down to yours in a long kiss and you hope he can feel how much you appreciate him.

Once the two of you part, you can practically see the hearts coming out of his eyes and you know for a fact that your expression is the exact same.

“So, how long have you been planning this?” he asks, back to his normally silly self.

“Hmm, I made the appointment at the salon like two weeks ago?” you say, unsure of the exact date you made the appointment.

“You’ve been sitting on this information for the past two weeks and you didn’t say anything?” he exclaims, fake betrayal heavily lacing his voice.

“Now you know how it feels! You’re always the one who comes home with completely new hair with no prior warning. At least I told you to be ready for a surprise when I came over today.” you whine at him.

“Okay, okay, that’s fair.” he says with his hands up. “But, you’ve gotta admit, it’s fun for you, isn’t it?”

“No comment.” you say, as you try to turn around to grab your scarf off the table.

Key word, try. The second your back is turned to your boyfriend, he grabs your wrist and pulls you into his chest. Before you can say anything, you feel him push the two of you into the couch and his hands are immediately tickling you all over.

“Admit it! You like it don’t you?” he says, a smile plastered on his face as he continues tickling you.

Your giggles fill the room and you struggle to say, “Fine, fine! I do like it! Can you stop tickling me now?”

“Okay, okay, I’ll stop.” Seokmin says as he collapses against you on the couch.

Before you can protest that his weight is all but crushing you into the couch, you feel his fingers carding through your hair again and the words die on your lips. Even though you felt like you would suffocate in the cushions of your boyfriend’s couch, you couldn’t bring yourself to break the peace. You realized you were much too content staying here with his fingers in your hair and you wanted this moment to last forever.

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juanbodyswapstfs · 1 year

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Im your Daddy now

Story suggestion by @mergeatrois

I’ve always been fairly close with my Dad. I really appreciated all the effort he put in to provide a safe home for me! My Dad and I have the same interests but are still way different from each other. We’re both huge Football fans and love the San Francisco 49ers. One of the reasons my Dad and I were totally different from each other was im gay, its not like I made it my whole personality and was pushy about it. My Dad was really accepting and understanding but I still felt like he treats me different.

The next day

I was at home waiting for my Dad to come home when I heard a knock on the door. I looked outside and it was my Dad with another Guy? I opened the door and welcomed them both in with a smile confused. “Hey Lucas! this a friend of mine I go to the Gym with his name is Mike!” Dad said. “Hey dude nice to meet you!” Mike then winked at me with a grin on his face. “Hello!” I said confused. “We’ll both be in my room then we’ll head to the Gym, theres food in the fridge.” My Dad said. “Make sure not to come in unless you wanna see something.” Mike whispered to me. I was so confused but couldn’t help but find Mike really hot. I decided to take a peek inside my Fathers room when I saw Mike and my Dad Making out and having Sex! I couldn’t believe it why would they do it with me in the house?

It was so weird totally hot. My dick starting getting hard and I couldn’t help myself but jerk off while watching Mike dominate my Dad. Oh how I wish I could be my Dad. I starting touching my dick grabbing it and jerking off, I imagined Mike fucking my asshole which made me reach my climax. Once I shot my hot steamy load I accidentally let out a moan which caused Mike to see me through the little open door and thats when he starting thrusting even more causing my Dad to moan like hell.

They finally stopped and I went to my room like nothing happened. My Dad came into my room and said he was going to the Gym with Mike, He then kissed me on my forehead. Before they left Mike said he forgot something and came up stairs into my room. “Hey Luke.. did you enjoy seeing your dad get fucked by a big alpha dominant man like me?” He said. “Why do you want me seeing that?” I said confused. “Here.” Mike said and gave me a bottle of cologne. “See you soon.” Mike said then left. I was confused as why he would give me a Cologne bottle.

Night Time

My dad finally came home from the Gym if he even went to the Gym. “Hey bud how did you like Mike?” My father said. “He was fine I guess.” I said. “Well, I have something important to tell you.” “What is it?” I said. “Mike and I are engaged, and we are getting married in two weeks.” My Father said. “Woah dad you did an amazing job at pretending to be straight!” I said. “Im sorry if you felt like I treated you different because you were gay son.” My Father said sincerely. “Its fine dad im glad you can tell me.” “Well goodnight bud” My Father kissed me on the lips and said goodnight. My Father has never showed me that much affection and I got a little turned on. Oh how I wish I could live as my Dad, being a daddy, old, and sexy. I tried and tried to go to sleep but just couldn’t. I grabbed the cologne Mike gifted me and looked at the back, Wish Cologne: Spray this cologne and wish away! I sprayed the Cologne with hope that I could become my Dad. I waited and waited for something to happen but nothing happened. I went to sleep hoping I would wake up as my Dad.

In the Morning,

As I woke up I felt somebody at my side.

“Hey gorgeous, ready to take my morning wood Lucas?” Lucas? How does he know its me? “Oh i’ve been wanting you this whole time, now obey me and licky my armpits boy.” Luke said. Lukes balls kept hitting my ass like a battling ram while his long thick dick kept inserting my hole filled with his hot steamy sperm. My Son interrupted our personal time, “What are you looking at Richard? Come over here and let your Dad fill your ass with cum.” Luke said. I inserted my Huge manly dick into my son while he moans. “Like that lil boy? Im your daddy now.”

Im really sorry for not posting in a while! I’ll be sure to make more stories and be active! Comment Story suggestions! ❤️

#bodyswap #himbotransformation #hunktransformation #m2f transformation #male body swap #male tf #male transformation #malebodypossesion #father to son #male body possession #dad and son body swap #menbodyswap #bodyswitch #maletf

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giffenprep · 5 months

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Sooner or Later

“Boy, I bet it’ll be awhile before you want another spanking like that! But if you do, just ask. Or you can break one of the rules we just set up, like continuing to argue after I say ‘let’s not argue’, or any of the other ones.”

I, ah, wouldn’t really want to ask, I don’t think. It’s, uh, too embarrassing.

“Oh dear. Well, there’s no shortage of rules now, and I might still make some more.”

I wouldn’t want to break one on purpose. That’d be worse.

“Worse? How ‘worse’?”

It’s like asking, plus I’d be doing something you don’t like.

“Plus, it would get you another butt-blistering like the one you just howled your way through.”

Yeah, about that.

“What’s wrong? More than you bargained for?”

Pretty much, yeah, but,

“But what?”

It was plenty hard - awful, really!

“But?”

It’s just that, it might not be that long before I might need another one.

“Oh? Another spanking like that?”

I dunno. Maybe.

“How soon are we talking? Tomorrow?”

God no! Like, two weeks, maybe? Or less?

“Less than two weeks? I guess the bruises will be gone by then.”

I mean, I didn’t want you thinking you had to wait months or anything.

“I see. So, should we just plan on another hard spanking like that in two weeks?”

Only if that’s okay. And if you’re in the mood. I mean, when the time comes.

“Oh, I can get in the mood. What about a lighter spanking? Maybe fun, maybe a little more than fun.”

If you want to, sure.

“I could want to.”

That wouldn’t have to be two weeks.

“No, I guess not. Okay, a fun spanking on Wednesday, a ‘little more’ spanking next weekend, and a second ‘real’ spanking in ten days.”

Oh.

“That would convince me I could spank you whenever you needed it and I felt like it. That’s what you wanted, right?”

Sorta.

“That’s what we’ll do then.”

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Today's spanking:

Wednesday's spanking:

Weekend spanking:

Second 'real' spanking:

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top photo credit @beautiful-when-she-s-angry

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zengle56 · 9 months

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Chocolate Covered Strawberries

Summary: George has been away for a week and is needy when he finally comes back

Warnings: Smut, p in v (wrap it before you tap it), oral m receiving, insemination? lmao

a/n: thank you so much to hahahafucku for my very first request, I hope this is somewhat what you wanted. this isn't proofread so ignore if there are any misspelled words. i hope you enjoy!

The day with your boyfriend had started out just like any other. You sluggishly trudged to Potions with that cruel Snape first thing in the morning. You particularly hated the class due to being sat next to McLaggen and his nonstop talk about Quidditch which effectively lost you 5 house points every single class with his non-stop chatter. Then, to Transfiguration 2 with McGonagall, not being your worst time of day, having your boyfriend's twin to keep you entertained but not your favorite. Then finally DADA with Mad-Eye, your last dreadful class before lunch.

After a long work-filled lesson about how to kill wizards and witches alike with 5 different types of poisons that will give you a variety of horrid blemishes and boils covering your entire body - you waited patiently outside the class for George to come pick you up. Today you were particularly excited to see him due to the fact that he had been away with his family for about a week, his aunt Pennywhist had passed and his mother insisted on all of her children being there to attend the funeral and grieve. The only peculiar thing was that George said he had never even met his late aunt and noted that he would probably fall asleep during her service.

You wrung your hands together, peeking at your watch as you waited for him, growing more impatient by the minute.

“Oh come on, where is that boy?” You asked yourself, sighing feeling forgotten.

“You mean this boy?” A voice from behind asked as you felt the warm pressure of a hand being pressed against the small of your back. Instant butterflies filled your stomach as his deep voice rang in your ears. Without another word or hesitation you turned around to hug him. Your arms stretched around his thin middle and you squeezed harder than you ever have.

“Don’t you ever do that to me again, I don’t think we can be apart for that long.” You complained, your face against his white dress shirt missing the required house tie around his neck. He chuckled, his chest effectively bouncing you around as he did so.

“I don’t think so either love, I missed you too much, besides, it was far too boring without my little troublemaker.” You rolled your eyes pulling back from his chest and smirked at his untrue words.

“No I think you have it twisted, you’re the troublemaker and I’m an angel.” You batted your eyelashes at him.

“Well there's no doubt about you being an angel.” He smiles softly. The DADA door swung open causing you both to jump, you unintentionally slamming into his body causing a burn to fall over both of your cheeks. He groaned a bit and you had no idea why, guessing that maybe you stepped onto his toe.

“Well get on, it’s time to get to lunch if you want to eat.” A large Mad-Eye grumbled, his large cane slamming into the ground with each step he took.

You both silently took that as a cue to get on walking to the Great Hall for a long awaited lunch together. You had so many butterflies you nibbled your sandwich, afraid of not being able to stomach big bites. George constantly kept a long arm over your shoulder, pulling you into him just enough to be close together but not too tightly as to restrict either of you from eating. You both are in comfortable silence, well silence between the two of you. The Great Hall rang with voices of students of all ages but your main focus was on the bickering Hermione and Ron in front of you.

“Ronald, you can’t just keep relying on me for the answers in Divination!” She slammed her cup harshly, clearly fed up with his cheating ways.

“But Mione, think about it this way, if you help me with the work, we’ll be able to graduate together and stay together.” Ron argued. The couple surprisingly never argued as much as they had while they were still only friends but when they did it got unnecessarily heated at times.

“Shall we go, my love?” A low voice whispered in your ear, once again instantly filling your tummy with butterflies. Nodding, you grabbed your bag, swung it around your neck, waited for George to do the same, and made your exit from the noisy room hand in hand.

George led you into his empty dorm, it looked just as it did as the time you’d been in before just a few weeks ago. The air wasn’t stale as you had feared but comfortable, lived in. It made you feel as you did at the burrow, at home.

“Oh! Before I forget, mum had given me a gift to give to you, it’s from her and dad.” He said, letting go of your hand and kneeling down to scrimmage through his trunk. Walking over to sit on the edge of his bed, your hand smoothing out the quilt Molly had made for his Christmas one year, you heard an audible ‘Aha’! And smiled while turning to look at George holding a small light blue box.

“For my love.” He presented the box as if you were a queen, bowing down his head with his arms outstretched humorously. Delicately taking it from his hands, you set it down in your lap and opened the top, revealing four strawberries covered in a lilac purple chocolate, probably bewitched not to melt, an educated guess due to them being buried in the bottom of George’s trunk.

“They’re beautiful.” You smiled, appreciating the gift.

“Mum made them for the service but later made an extra batch just for you.” He replied, getting off the floor and sitting next to you. The close proximity and the alone environment instantly gave you butterflies again but not just in your tummy, in between your thighs as well. Being apart from him certainly didn’t help the circumstances but they did give you power, in fact, they gave you an idea.

Slowly reaching into the box, you grabbed one of the strawberries in your fingertips and stared directly at it, taking your time licking your lips before bringing it to your mouth, purposefully smearing some of the melted purple goo on your lips before taking a bite. You chewed with purpose and stuck your tongue out slightly to lick the chocolate from your lips. You could see George intently watching you from the corner of your eye, a tent forming in his pants no doubt.

“Mmm it’s so good.” You practically moaned. “Want some?” you offered, finally making eye-contact with your love who was falling apart at the sight of you. He nodded vigorously before you put one of your hands on his thigh, an instant jump coming from your boyfriend. Your eyebrow instantly cocked, surprised at the sensitivity of your touch. “Sensitive?” You asked, watching as goosebumps raised upon his neck and into his shoulder line beneath his shirt.

“It was so hard being away from you.” He mumbled as you bit into half of a strawberry, holding the sweet chocolate covered fruit between your teeth. Leaning forward with intention, he touched his lips to yours, biting into the strawberry and pulling back, chewing as the sweetness of the purple chocolate melted over his warm tongue.

“What’s been so hard?’ you questioned with a smirk, ‘this?” Your hand moved to the growing tent between his legs and immediately a quiet accidental whimper fell from his lips.

You smiled mischievously, knowing full well of the power you hold over him. As much as you wanted to resist, you were just as touch starved as George and you needed to feel the relief of an amazing orgasm you knew he’d be able to provide you. Unable to hold back any longer, you fell to your knees off of the bed and unbuckled his belt, rushing to unzip his zipper and pulling his pants and underwear down to his ankles.

His hard cock sprang against his stomach, his tip angry and red and already leaking precum. Licking your lips, you grabbed the base and smacked his tip against your lips a few times, strings of the sticky precum trailing from his tip. His body shuttered, eyes rolled to the back of his head while one of his hands shot to the back of your head, grabbing a handful of your hair actively pushing your head up and down. You hid your teeth so as not to scratch him, opening your throat to the best of your abilities while he forced you down. You gagged a few times, needing to pull off for a second or two before resuming again, getting seemingly deeper and deeper each time. As the minutes passed, your face was coated with your slobber and his precum, lubing him effectively before you decided enough was enough and you needed him, badly.

“On your back pretty boy,” you say as you push his chest down before stripping off your clothes that seemed way too constricting. Leaving your soaked panties for last, you threw them in his face, him grabbing them with his teeth in turn. He groaned at the taste of your wetness soaking his tongue and his cock perked up as he tasted.

Crawling up his body he reached up to grab your breast that hung in front of his face and feeling generous, you didn’t stop him or make him ask as you usually would. He pinched and pulled your tender nipples causing moans to spill from your puffy lips - they had swelled while sucking your boyfriend's soul from his cock.

“Want you on my cock” he whimpered, carelessly throwing his head back and blinking his eyes rapidly. You flushed at his words but tried your very best to show nothing but confidence and dominance.

“You want me to slam my wet pussy down on your cock?”

“Mmm” was all he could muster out before you complied to his request and sunk your hips down onto his and felt his well-endowed cock fill your hole until it hit your cervix. It painfully stung but you continued on, lowering until you were fully sitting on his erect dick. Using all of your leg strength, you slowly began bouncing yourself up and down, feeling every inch of him filling you with expertise. His hands still pinching your nipples, you felt both of your breaths speeding up, hinting that you were both close to your climaxes.

“Oh fuck Georgie, fill me up.” You moaned and he lowered his hands down to your hips holding them in place while his hips quickly fucked into you, quickly switching your dominance to himself. As he fucked, your skin slapped together, the sound filling the room as well as the bed squeaking.

“I’m gonna-”

“Cum for me Georgie, cum inside my little pussy” you practically scream as he gives a few more fast pumps before cumming deep inside of you, soaking the outside of your cervix with his white sticky ropes. The feeling of his hot cum filling your insides made your hand that had moved to your clit move that much faster, inducing your very own orgasm that you had been longing for. As you both caught your breath, you lifted yourself off of his now limp cock that fell shriveled against his pelvic bone while you laid beside him.

“I didn’t realize how starved you really were.” You sighed as you finally caught your breath, an irremovable grin caught on your lips.

“What can I say, I can’t go that long without my angel.” He charmed you with his words and grabbed your face to bring you in for a kiss.

“But no really, don’t ever be gone for that long again.” You say as you grabbed his face pulling away from his intense kiss.

“Ha, I wasn’t planning on it.” He assured, running his hand down your stomach. “Anyways, round two?”

#george weasley x reader #weasley twins #smut #harry potter #x reader

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thegettingbyp2 · 2 years

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Tutor

Lip Gallagher x reader

Request: Lip and goody two shoes reader. Lip teases about it and kisses them.

Requested by: @gpiggy98

‘Why the fuck do I have to get a tutor? I had the highest fucking IQ in school!’

‘That might be true Mr Gallagher, but you’re not at school anymore. And now you have one of the lowest grades in your class so (Y/N) is going to be tutoring you for now and we’ll see if your grades improve by the next test.’

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You were sitting on your own in an empty classroom, waiting for Lip to turn up. You had been asked to tutor the Gallagher boy for the next couple of weeks and try to help him get his grades back up and to say you were nervous was a severe understatement. Whilst you had never actually met Lip, you had heard about his reputation at school, how one time he threw a chair threw a window.

‘I take it you’re (Y/N),’ a voice questioned. You looked up and was met with a pair of beautiful green eyes.

‘Lip?’

‘Yeah, that’s me.’

‘Hi, I’m (Y/N),’ you said, silently cursing yourself when he clearly knew your name.

‘Right,’ he said, throwing himself in the seat next to you, ‘let’s get this over with.’

You spent the next couple of minutes reading through his last essay. The points he made were actually really good and he clearly knew that he was talking about. ‘Lip you know exactly what you’re talking about and the content is great, it’s just the way you’ve structured the essay that lost you all these marks.’

‘So I just need to write it better?’

‘Exactly! We’ll just go through that until your exam and then you’ll be fine.’

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You were once again sitting in the same lecture hall waiting for Lip to show up. You had been tutoring him every day for the past three weeks, helping him refine and correct his academic writing style and this morning, he had his exam. You were going crazy waiting to find out how he did so when the door shut behind him and you heard his feet on the stairs, you jumped out of your skin.

‘You are amazing!’ Lip exclaimed as he picked you up and hugged you. You’re eyes closed at the feeling of his arms wrapped around you; over the past few weeks, you had gradually developed a bit of a crush on him.

‘How did you do?’

‘A B+!’

‘Lip that’s great! I told you you could do it!’

‘Who would have thought it only took the most well-behaved girl in school to do it.’

‘Wait what?’ you asked, his comment throwing you off. ‘I’m not the most well-behaved.’

‘Oh come on, you’re never at any of the parties, you always have your head in a book and you never really speak to anyone.’

You opened your mouth to reply but quickly stopped when you realised that all of the points that he made were correct. Lip’s mouth had quirked up into a small smirk when he saw that I had no room to argue and he walked towards me, throwing himself in the seat next to me and leaning over.

‘And I bet you’ve never kissed anyone.’

You inhaled a bit too much air at his comment and coughed, dropping your pen when your body jolted. Cursing under your breath, you leant down to pick it up, gasping again when you felt Lip’s hand brush against your own slightly. When you sat back up, you realised that your glasses had slipped down slightly when you leant down and your hand reached up to push them back into their proper position. As your hand lifted, Lip’s hand came out to lightly grab your wrist, halting your movements.

‘You ready?’ he asked, confusing you.

‘Ready for w,’

Your words were cut off by Lip’s lips crashing against yours. His lips were soft as they guided your own lips in the kiss and when his tongue crept into your mouth, you found that he tasted of beer, cigarettes and gum. You started to lean over to him, hands tangled in his air, keeping his lips pressed against your own as you tongues continued to taste each other and his hands came down to your waist, tugging you towards him until you pressed up against the arm in between your two chairs. This made you break apart, laughing lightly.

‘So I guess you’re not the most well-behaved if you kiss like that.’

#lip gallagher #lip gallagher imagine #lip gallagher x reader #shameless us

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mangoisms · 1 year

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i'll be the dangerous ledge (you be the parachute)

━ chapter nine: what if we could risk everything we have | read chapter eight

━ pairing: tim drake x f!reader

━ word count: 4.2k

━ warnings: none

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The next morning, you find Tim in your kitchen.

You emerge from the bathroom, having already guessed he was here by the smell of food cooking and from the sound of your TV playing the morning news. Well, late morning news.

Things settled around the city eventually in the wake of the news about Red Robin. Well, as settled as they can be here in Gotham. But you don’t suspect the Bats are spread too thin. They have, like, a team working here. Batman and Robin, of course, then Black Bat and Signal and Spoiler who doesn’t wear the bat emblem, exactly, but is seen with them frequently enough to be associated with them. This is on top of the few others who also work in the city, like Huntress. So, it’s not like there’s a shortage of vigilantes to go around.

But the news on the TV is talking about the weather for today, not that.

“Keep your sunscreen on standby as we have yet another sunny day here in Gotham, with partly-cloudy skies and highs in the eighties. We can expect higher temperatures throughout the week as a heat wave from the south hits us —”

You stop by the boys’ tank, privately pleased to see them having just finished their breakfast, no doubt courtesy of your unexpected guest.

You glance away from them, to the kitchen, where Tim is currently making eggs, with something else on the counter next to him. Wait, is that a…

“I’m not complaining but… where on earth did that waffle maker come from?”

Tim turns, appearing not at all surprised by your appearance — he’s never spooked, not once, but he does it to you frequently — and shoots you a smile. “Hey, good morning.”

“Morning,” you say, drifting closer to him. You’re both dressed down, with him in sweats and a white t-shirt, and you would bet a decent amount of money that he rolled out of bed, half-heartedly fixed his hair, brushed his teeth, and came down here immediately. You did the same, still in your pajamas, which are a pair of old shorts and a ratty softball shirt from high school.

It’s not the first time he’s done this but like always, it is terribly domestic and not at all good for your heart.

“So… the waffle maker?” you ask, trying to sneak a piece of buttered toast.

He gently bats your hand away, looking back at the pan, where eggs sizzle. “You said you like the efficiency of waffles.”

You blink.

That’s… a lot to unpack.

First of all, when did you say that?

You pause, searching your memory.

Your prolonged silence clues Tim into your confusion. He flips the egg.

“When we were at Waffle House in April and the cook and waitress got into a fight.”

“Oh! And the waitress —”

“Stopped the chair thrown at her single-handedly,” he finishes.

“Right, right…” You did say something to that effect after your food had arrived. And it remains true. But of course, waffles are only efficient if you have a waffle maker and —

“Tim, you didn’t get this for me, right?”

“I just thought waffles would be fun,” he says, vague, specifically a non-answer.

You scrutinize his side profile. Something about him right now… With a spatula in his left hand, his right hand drumming on his thigh. It’s not like him to give up a nervous tell so easily. Not like him at all.

Your curiosity is unbidden and difficult to suppress, but you decide to step back anyway and let him come to you in his own time. He’ll have to, if the waffle maker really is for you.

“Well, you’re not wrong,” you say, brushing a hand over his shoulder. “Now we’ll just have to see if you can beat Waffle House.”

“Probably can’t. My waffles are being made peacefully. Mostly peacefully.”

You laugh and help him finish. Mostly by pulling out the waffle, then pouring batter for the next one, the one for him.

Garnished with homemade whipped cream, the leftover strawberries from yesterday, and maple syrup, with a side of eggs and toast, your breakfast is a hearty one. Or rather, your brunch is, since it’s eleven.

He’s quiet throughout it, eating his food, but with a distant look in his eyes. You still don’t push.

“I think you did it,” you say when you finish, leaning back in your chair, belly full, making you want a nap. “You managed to beat Waffle House.”

Tim snorts, pushing around the last bits of his waffle. “High praise.”

“Only for you.”

He looks at you, seeming to come back to himself, face softening at your words and at the warm smile you allow yourself to give him. Not too much but enough, enough to soothe some of his nerves, maybe.

You know it’s worked when he glances down at his plate and sighs.

Setting down the fork, he stands, crossing over to the living room, leaning down to dig through his bag.

You sit up, curious, at the sound of paper.

He unearths a newspaper, coming back over to you hesitantly, with the newspaper held folded in his hands.

“Tim?”

He opens his mouth, then closes it, grimacing at something.

With a big sigh, he eventually extends it to you.

You unfold the paper and can’t help the way your eyes widen as you get an eyeful of the front page.

The front page, with a picture of you and Tim smack dab in the middle, specifically… specifically yesterday in front of the ice cream parlor, the two of you smiling at each other in a way that appears a little less than friendly. So, naturally, the headline is about exactly that. TIM DRAKE AND MYSTERY GIRLFRIEND OUT ON THE TOWN. Written by Vicki Vale. Of course. You expect nothing less.

You scratch your cheek idly. “Huh.”

“I’m really sorry,” he says, the words seeming to burst out of him as he takes his seat again, face wrought with guilt. “I should’ve known they were there. I was careless. Should’ve had the cap or something, I don’t know, but I… I got cocky about it, since we’d gotten away with hanging out in public. The PR team is handling it, I swear.”

Handling it. Setting the record straight. You are not Tim Drake’s girlfriend. What a laughable concept. Well, you’re sure the elites are laughing. Probably the whole city.

Your throat tightens uncomfortably and you fold the newspaper and set it down, shaking your head.

Man. What does he have to apologize for? If anything…

“I should apologize,” you chuckle, glancing away from him. “Since you got stuck with me for that. So, don’t worry about it, Timmy. You’re fine.”

Not much about you that is interesting, save for being friends with Tim. Poor Vicki Vale won’t have much to work with, you suspect. Though that will probably be the focus. That you’re just a no-name teacher’s aide, associating with one of the city’s most eligible.

Whatever. You don’t want to be anyone else.

That, you know, is true.

But Tim appears upset, bothered, by something, lips tugged in a frown, a deep wrinkle between his brows that you itch to smooth away with your fingers. The way he looks at you… almost like he’s hurt.

You shift forward. Why is he —?

Before you can ask, he is already speaking.

“The waffle maker is yours,” he says. “I don’t need it and if I do, I can come and use it here. I don’t mind. But… you’re wrong.”

Okay. That’s… a lot. The waffle maker doesn’t need to be prioritized, though, you don’t think. So…

“Wrong? What do you —?”

His eyes flicker around the kitchen, thinking quickly, before he huffs and leans around the table to take your chair and drag it closer to his. You let out a squeak at the jostling movement but don’t stop him, confused for the most part about what’s going on.

“Tim?”

He shakes his head, reaching for you, hands sliding to your cheeks. Your breath catches in your throat, heart lurching in your chest.

“Tim?”

“Stuck with you,” he mutters, disapproval clear in his tone. “With you. That’s… wrong. So wrong it’s not even funny. If anyone is stuck with anyone, it’s me you’re stuck with.”

Wait, is he…

Your heart thuds in your ears, chest ballooning with nervous energy as you struggle to grapple with this conversation. With the way he is looking at you, his expression the softest it has ever been — for you. Directed at you.

Heat rises to your face, making you dizzy.

A thumb absently strokes over your cheek as he studies you. “There is no one else I’d rather it be. Even if it’s inconvenient for you, I’m selfish enough to admit that I don’t want anyone else. I just want…”

“Tim,” you whisper, unable to believe your ears.

“You,” he finishes quietly. “It’s you. I’m sorry.”

You both are wrong, then.

No one is stuck with anyone.

And you aren’t going to let him think that way, either.

“I’m not,” you say. “So, kiss me already.”

Tim kisses you.

He kisses you hungrily, a shade too desperate for eleven in the morning, in a way that sparks a fire inside you. But not a spark of creation, it’s the kindling of embers that are always burning, singeing through your veins, and you can’t help but kiss him back just as eagerly. It’d only been yesterday you wanted it desperately and now you have it and more.

The truth, reality forced upon you, for you to bear witness to how soft his lips are, the way he holds your face so gently, how he tastes like strawberries and maple syrup and the wish for more, more than that, takes hold of you violently. You press forward, your fingers sliding into his hair, silky-soft, and he lets out a sharp exhale, shivering in a way that makes you feel something dangerous.

Astounding how you can have this and still want more.

But you’re starting to think you’ll always want more from him. More, more, more. Like you wouldn’t be satisfied until you two were one, cells and atoms intermingling. It’s a lot. A lot. For you and for him, the enormity of all of it, of what you might ask of him. From him. More than he can give, maybe, but if he feels the same as you do, then you know he’ll give you as much as he can, give everything.

The necessity of air has you two breaking apart, but he just leans his forehead against yours, warm breath tickling your lips with each breath.

You’re happy to stay there, eyes closed, catching your breath.

After a minute, he leans forward, lips brushing yours again, but softer this time, less hungry, less desperate, something terribly, terribly tender that has your chest exploding with warmth. You almost can’t believe it, that you’re here right now with Tim Drake cradling your face like you’re made of fine china and kissing you so sweetly, so full of honeyed affection, it clogs the arteries of your heart.

But it would be a good way to die, you think.

Especially here in Gotham.

Maybe you should give it some credit, though.

Tragedy dogs the city constantly but even still, the impossible remains possible and you are all the more grateful for that fact.

You separate again and like before, you just lean your foreheads together, basking in the moment.

Tim moves first and you suppress a shiver as his lips brush over your cheek.

“I guess we’re both wrong,” he murmurs.

Ah.

Neither of you can say you don’t deserve one another. Even if you feel it, he disagrees. And if he feels it, you disagree, too. And where else should you go with that?

Nowhere good, you think.

You smile. “I guess so.”

“So, then…” he starts, finally pulling away. Your eyes flutter open and your stomach swoops like you missed a step as you see the open affection in his gaze, written all over his face. It makes you feel treasured in a way you can’t quite cope with. Instead you focus on the flush on his cheeks, a tempting rush of blood that makes you want to kiss him again and see how warm the skin feels underneath your lips.

“Yeah?”

“I know it’s a little backwards,” he goes on, thumb stroking your cheek, the other dropping to the side of your neck. Your hands find themselves on his forearms, muscles and tendons flexing beneath your fingertips. “But I wasn’t anticipating that.”

You nod. “Neither was I.”

Though you should’ve known your luck would run out eventually.

“I guess it doesn’t matter much now, anyway,” he says, then pauses, nervous, bashful energy filling him again. “Unless — I mean, I would like to take you out on an official date but, uh, I get it if that’s maybe too soon to really say —”

“Tim.”

He stops. You smile and it feels horribly honest, full of affection and warmth and with everything else not yet spoken. He softens, but the red in his cheeks darkens again. It pleases you too much.

“If you’re okay with it, then I’m okay with letting the press think we’re together,” you say, squeezing his wrist reassuringly. “Even if I wasn’t certain, it would probably be best to let them keep the rumor, rather than try and say we’re friends. But as it is…”

As it is, you’ve since realized these feelings aren’t going anywhere and knowing that he reciprocates, that, maybe, he’s felt it for a while, too, it makes you hopeful. This isn’t just something fun to do over the summer, this is you seeing him in your kitchen in the mornings, still in pajamas, and thinking you’d like to always see him like this. This is from a few weeks ago, when you two slept together on the couch and it was the best sleep you’ve ever had and waking up with him still here, still a little sleepy and bleary-eyed, it made you think you wouldn’t mind having this for a really long time.

For forever, you dare to think.

“I know,” he says, and you think he really does know.

He brushes a few strands of hair from your face, touch gentle.

“So, then, in that case,” he starts, smile warm as he says your name, the syllables that wrap it equally as warm, “will you go out with me?”

“I thought you’d never ask,” you say, then lean forward to kiss him again.

You aren’t going to get tired of doing that anytime soon.

And by the way he kisses you back eagerly, you know he’s thinking the same.

You both agree to have your date on Friday night.

But until then, neither of you see any point in changing anything.

You’ll still drop by after school or he’ll come over. You’ll still watch movies together.

Nothing changes. The core of your routines remain the same.

Well, except for the fact that you two can’t really keep your hands off each other and the entire city now knows you two are dating.

Monday morning, you showed up in class at eight as usual, finding Ms. C. She said nothing much about it, other than, You’re lucky it’s the last week of school. Everyone is going to be unbearable.

Not trying to make you feel bad. A simple fact. A warning, even, and it turned out to be true. The amount of teachers and aides that dropped by the class to talk to you — even if you’d never once spoken to them — was ridiculous.

Most of the kids were giggly about it. A few jokes. A little grossed out. You get that, though. They’re kids. Don’t know any better.

But for your colleagues and the odd parent that manages to corner you? It’s a bit ridiculous the way some of them look down their noses at the thought of you dating him.

Well, Mrs. Hightower who teaches eighth grade science, you’re married and also not in a better position. Like, okay, you… sort of get the icy mothers (and occasional father) who sniff at the thought with their designer clothes and yachts and vacation homes in Monaco; they have money, so they think they are better suited for him. (When that honestly has nothing to do with it, but you’re trying to make a point, so, you know.) But for your fellow aides and teachers? All of you are in the exact same boat.

The life of a more of less public figure is a tricky one.

And honestly, Tim isn’t even as famous as he could be. Imagine what it must be like for Bruce.

Yikes.

Every gossip page in Gotham digs their grubby little fingers into your past.

Naturally, they don’t get much.

Moved here at eighteen for college. Majored in education and minored in psychology. Graduated with honors (that’s probably the only exciting thing for them). Worked at Gotham Elementary in Burnley, then moved to Gotham Pointe.

That’s it.

But when they fail to find dirt, the conversation naturally turns to how you aren’t suited for him, how he should be dating the heiress to a massive company rather than some nobody teacher’s aide.

You try not to let it bother you.

Tim works hard to assure you that he doesn’t care about that. That he never has and never will. You believe him, but with it shoved into your face at every given moment, you think you’re allowed the occasional moment of insecurity.

On Thursday, though, you’re in high spirits. The kids have let the issue go, focusing on some other thing that’s gotten their attention and today is probably the first day that only a few people try to talk to you about everything, allowing you to focus on doing your job. For the most part.

Tim told you to come by his place after school, that way you two could make dinner and spend the evening together. After showering and changing, you catch the elevator to head to the fifteenth floor.

The doors slide open. You step out, your eyes on your phone, reading a text from your brother, who, alongside your parents, remain a little flabbergasted that you wound up in a relationship with Tim Drake. Though your brother claims he ‘saw it coming.’ Like hell he did. All he ever did was try and convince you to send him Tim’s debit card info.

The sound of your name.

You blink and look up, meeting the wide, bright blue eyes of a pretty blonde.

Wait, you’ve seen her face before —

“Steph — I mean, um, Stephanie Brown, right?”

One of Tim’s good friends and an old ex-girlfriend. He said they dated when they were teens but broke up and are still good friends.

She grins, stepping back out of the elevator, apparently having been waiting to take it back down.

“In the flesh. I’m a little surprised you recognize me but it’s great to finally meet Tim’s mystery girlfriend.” The last part is a tease from the newspaper from last weekend.

You laugh. “Tim has pictures of you and the others around his place. That’s how I knew. And it’s nice to meet you, too.”

“I was popping in to see about it,” she tells you, not minding the elevator doors that slide shut once more. “Wondering when he’d finally bring you around. He doesn’t like to share.”

You grin, cheeks warming. Her energy is infectious. You can see what might’ve drawn him to her. “It’s my last week of school and we have our date tomorrow. So, probably after the first date. The whole press reveal thing kinda threw a wrench in our plans.”

She grins back. “Well, the way he tells it, that was the thing that kicked your butts into gear, so I guess that’s how it has to go.”

“That… Yeah, that is true,” you say with an embarrassed laugh.

“Aw, it’s okay. It would’ve happened eventually. Tim’s just the type to really, uh, collect evidence and draw up conclusions before he likes to do anything.”

You laugh, because he is like that.

“Either way,” she says, smiling. “At least you got me out of the way. Meeting all of us can be… a lot.”

“So I’ve heard.”

She snickers. “Guess we’ll see you sometime soon. Maybe around his birthday. Bruce’ll want to have dinner or something with him at the manor and I can join them just so you have another familiar face.”

“That would be great. Really. I appreciate it.”

“You really are as kind as he says,” she says, pouting a little. “Now I’m jealous.”

You laugh, flushing at the compliment — both at what he apparently told her and the fact that she agrees with it so much to the point that she’s jealous. Even if it’s just a tease. But honestly, the way her blue eyes twinkle, you don’t think it is.

“I’ll leave you to it,” she says, hiking her bag higher over her shoulder. “This homework is calling me to kick its ass.”

Right. Tim told you she was in the grad program for social work at GU. She must be taking summer classes.

“Good luck.”

“Thanks. You kids don’t do anything crazy, alright?” she says, pointing mock sternly at you as she presses the button for the elevator again.

You snort. “We’ll do our best.”

She gives you a melodramatic thumbs-up of approval, then steps into the elevator when the doors open.

The smile on your lips is hard to budge. Steph’s a whole lot of fun, isn’t she? And meeting her now did help some of those budding nerves that rear their head every time you think of the prospect of meeting his family.

But like she said. That might not be until July. Mid to late July, really, since his birthday is on the nineteenth. Speaking of, you need to get back to the rec center to continue working on his gift… Maybe you can do that sometime next week…

Coming up to his door a second later, you unlock it and step inside.

“Honey, I’m home!” you call out in a sing-song tone, slipping off your slides and locking the door behind you.

Tim steps out from the kitchen, an expectant look on his face. “You saw Steph on your way here, didn’t you?”

You grin. “Sure did! She’s fun.”

“I wasn’t expecting her today. She wanted to ambush me about you, I think.”

“See when you’ll bring me around? Yeah, she said the same to me.”

He rolls his eyes, exasperated but still fond. “We haven’t even had our first official date. Honestly. They’re all a bunch of gossips, you know? I’m surprised it was just her that ended up coming. I was expecting Cass and Duke, too. Maybe even Alfred. Though he’d come with a much better excuse than ‘I was just on this side of town.’”

You laugh and he shakes his head, extending a hand that you take, not resisting as he ropes you into his embrace.

“In any case,” he starts, pressing a kiss to your cheek before you sink into the circle of his arms, “how was your day?”

“S’okay. The kids were good.”

“And the teachers?”

You grin into the collar of his t-shirt. “Mostly behaved. They’ve finally grasped some semblance of self-restraint, so, wasn’t too bad.”

He hums, one hand stroking up your back, the other at your hip. You’ve always known Tim was particularly tactile but since everything between you, it’s been turned up a notch. Not that you are complaining. You’re less touch-starved these days, just because of him, but you’ll hardly say no to more of it.

“How was yours?”

Another hum as he presses his face to your hair.

“Fine. Lucius asked me to help with some IT stuff and I did that today. Easy work. Cleaned a bit. I sterilized those shells I got for the boys, by the way, and put them in the tank. Don’t know if you saw. Then I saw Steph, as you know. Just started dinner right now.”

“Look at you. All the best qualities of a housewife.”

“Don’t pretend you don’t like it, honey.”

You giggle, though your face warms at the endearment, and he can tell by being so close to you, chuckling softly as he leans down to finally kiss you.

You press closer, sliding your arms around his neck while his lock around your waist. The full press of his lean body against yours makes your head spin. Stupid Tim and his stupid muscles…

You’re posturing, of course.

You’re… happy. Glowing with it, according to one of the kinder parents who ran into you at school. You believe it, mostly because some part of you doesn’t believe this is actually happening. That Tim kissed you breathless on Sunday and told you he wanted you. The other part of you basks in the thought, in the realization, in the fact that you get to come home to this.

You’re so, so lucky.

Nothing can beat it.

Absolutely nothing.

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1. dc editorial’s worst decision was having steph start wearing the bat symbol. leave her OUT OF IT! let spoiler stand on her own! it’s not like bruce ever approved of her.. or tim for that matter… they did her so dirty… ANYWAY

2. all waffle houses are conduits of gotham energy. thats why they’re Like That. food’s absolutely SCRUMPTIOUS tho

3. pleased to report it is canon that tim uses pet names. that tim is, in general, pretty soft with his s/os. here’s a soft moment with him and steph from robin (1993): page 1 / page 2 (read them consecutively in that order!). then another one with tim being very sweet... and finally, the page where he calls her ‘sweetie’ (and she calls him that too!).

in general, i am not too fond of sweetie as a pet name. however, i am very much appreciative of honey. it has a good balance of domesticity and affection, you know? i wouldn’t be adverse to sweetheart either. or baby. so ;)

4. on that note i continue to push my housewife/houseboyfriend(husband?) tim agenda. thank you.

anyway... about time wasn't it ;)))) we have a little ways to go before the end but i promise it's nothing too extreme. i never really wanted to make their confession a Massive Angsty thing. i mean there is stuff to deal with, particularly what tim said and reader slightly misinterpreting it (because he is apologizing for it being him but also because of what he does that she still does not know about). and no worries, we will deal with that. but ultimately, it won't be made into a Big Thing. this fic isn't really centered around that - i want it to be comforting, you know? but we still have to handle the hangups that come with being a civilian and dating a vigilante LOL

reblogs are appreciated!

#tim drake x reader #red robin x reader #dc comics x reader #dc comics imagine #tim drake imagine #red robin imagine #tim drake x you #red robin x you #tim drake x y/n #red robin x y/n

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#327

“Figured Brian would send me a fag. Good lord, I make one comment that I use fags when bitches aren’t around, and he thinks that I’m a total sperm burper. There’s no time for me to swap you out, I guess you’ll have to do. Strip, let me see what I get to play with….

“I said strip. Faggot, you are going to be with me for some time, you don’t want to start your month with me on the wrong foot. C’mon let me see skin…. There’s no time to be embarrassed….

“What was that?... This isn’t the job you applied for? Wait, how old are you?... Whew, 18 is the right age. What job were you looking for?... Caring for the elderly? I’m 59 for Christ’s sake. Fuck that Brian.

“Are you at least a fag? Do you like sucking dick?... Kid, listen. This is awkward for both of us. I am going to be traveling across the state to stay at an exclusive campground designed for men who ride and want no questions asked. I asked Brian to send me a bitch to use and to take care of my needs, all my needs, and he sent me you. I’ve used fags in the past. There are some benefits—easier to control, not as emotional. There are some problems—one less hole to fuck, and I lose out on some of the day runs with the other riders.

“So did Brian tell you that you would be gone for five weeks and that you will be cut off from your family and friends?... Oh, you were kicked out because you are queer? Now this is beginning to make sense.

“Kid, it’s OK for you to be open with me. You don’t need to be ashamed to be a cocksucker. How many cocks have you sucked?... Three? What about taking it up your shitter?... So you are a virgin back there. Good. Who were the three you blew?... Wait, you blew your dad’s boss? Is that how he found out?... I get it. I assume Brian was another cock you blew.

“You like older men. That’s obvious. Men of authority too. Strip faggot. Now! When we are in the cabin at the site, you will be naked. You will offer me unconditional service, not just to me, but to any other rider I deem. Good boy. Good sized dick. Nice ass.

“Faggot, you look scared. I get that. I’m going to show you things you have never thought of, but know this, I will look after you. You are my property, and I take care of what is mine. Don’t worry, I will be fucking your brains out. Every day, my cock will be in your cunt. Yeah, your asshole will become a cunt. You don’t have a pussy like a bitch does, so your shitter will take over the role of cunt to fuck.

“I know you are a virgin back there, but that’s something that we’ll take care of at the campsite. I’m going to pop your cherry in front of some of the other riders.

“You know what’s funny? I’m telling you all this, and I can see the look of terror on your face. I can also see your raging hard on.

“So now it’s time for me to show you my cock. On your knees and leave your pecker alone. In fact, put your hands behind your back. Smell it. Nasty hunh? Well, you will learn to love that smell. I ride every day in my leather in the sun. My dick, my ass, and my feet will be ripe. Your job is to clean them all up, with your fucking tongue.

“Faggot there’s no backing out now. This is your life for the next five weeks maybe longer. Open up that fucking mouth. I better not feel teeth. Stick your tongue out far as if you are trying to touch your chin. That’s how you open up your toilet throat to take a man’s cock.

“Keep those hands behind you. I’m in control of this blowjob. Not you. Dedicate that airway to me. Gag on it faggot. This is your job taking care of your elders…. Shit, your throat slime feels good. I’m getting close. Oh shit. I’m going to erupt. Get ready.

“Boy don’t you pass out first. Stay with me faggot. Oh shit. Here it comes. Faggot no! Oh fuck! Jesus Christ! You could have waited a few seconds more before passing out. Now I have to wait a few minutes for you to regain consciousness.

“Oh fuck it! I ain’t saving that cunt cherry for tonight. I’m taking it now. I would say relax, but you can’t get any more relaxed than you are now. Fuck your cunt feels amazing. I’m going to enjoy owning this hole.

“Oh here it comes faggot. I wish you were awake to experience it, but it’s better that you are not. Urgh! Urgh! Ahh! Ahhhhhhhh! Fuuuuck.

“Damn boy! Even knocked out, you are a great fuck. Whew! That cherry is destroyed! Fuck yeah.

“Boy! You need to get up! We need to get on the road. Boy! Here, a stream of piss to your face should help the wake-up process. Oh man. Does this feel good.

“There you are. Welcome back to the awake. I’ll let you have a few minutes before we start to head out, but try to hurry it. If you are thirsty, drink some of the piss puddled in front of you. If you are wondering about the tingling in your cunt, I broke your cherry while you were out. You got a week’s worth of biker baby batter in there. Kid, I think you are going to work out fine for me. Remind me to thank Brian for sending you.”

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We'll see about that - Chapter 1⎮Open with me, oh, we could be honest

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pairing(s): steve harrington x fem!reader

summary: You just wanted a fresh start but you might get more than you bargained for when the sleepy town of Hawkins lives up to its reputation.

warnings: takes place after season 4, 18+ , MDNI, slight age gap (reader is like 2 yrs older than Steve), canon typical violence, mentions of a lonely childhood, mentions of difficult relationship with parents, underage drinking, swearing, eventual smut, abusive relationship, brief stancy storyline, strangers to friend to lovers, pining, slowburn

A/N: I HAVE VERY LITTLE IDEA ABOUT WHAT I'M DOING AND I'M TERRIFIED. but I did get about 10 more likes than I expected, and I've been thinking about this story for so long, that so far it's kind of flowing out of me. so here's chapter 1!!! I probably won't be able to keep this pace up, just a heads up. *hides under a rock immediately after posting* just please bear with me while I figure out what I'm doing here, I guess. idk if it's a warning or not but english is not my first language and it's not beta-d. so. it is what it is . 'tough girl' is a very conscius nod to mizz @loveshotzz who had me on. the. floor. with AIRWIY

💜💜💜 TY for reading!!!! 💜💜💜

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You woke up with a pounding headache. Sometimes they still came. Mostly like this, in the morning, out of nowhere and it takes about two or three aspirins for them to go away.

This is the first hiccup. The last time you had a headache like this, it was about finals time back in Bloomington. You just wanted to get out, you wanted it to be over, barely slept, barely ate, so the headaches were no surprise really. Then after graduation, when you were leaving one cursed town for another, you thought you left the headaches behind as well. Which very obviously was not the case. But they passed pretty easily compared to the previous ones.

The week passed in a blur mostly. You hung out at Family Video quite a lot and when you weren’t there it was mostly just getting used to the town. The first couple of days you find a diner where you can have coffee in the morning. The second morning you run into Steve.

‘Hey, stranger, how are you doing?’ He says with a boyish smile.

‘Just getting my morning coffee, trying to show this lovely town that I’m just like them, you know, coffee, pancakes, the works.’

‘Good thinking, you would be truly terrifying otherwise.’

‘You think?’

‘Oh, absolutely! 5”6 woman with a killer smile and - and I quote - decent cooking skills? Dangerous.’ He’s flirting with you but you pretend to be oblivious.

‘Well, wait ‘till you see my reward sticker collection. The lack of teachers shows, stacked up some pretty great stars and flowers and whatnot. Those kids won’t know what hit ‘em.’

Fine, maybe not that oblivious.

‘Wow, bringing out the big guns early, huh? How does one earn those stickers? Would some A-grade guacamole do the job at a dinner party?’

‘We’ll just have to wait and see, I guess.’

‘Guess so.’ You reach the coffee shop and he’s opening the door for you with a sly smile. Oh, boy.

As you get to the counter, you see that a tiny brunette is already balancing some coffees and pastries there.

‘... and I’ll also take like four of the cheese sandwiches.’ ‘Coming right up! Hey, give those pastries back, I’ll get you a bigger bag.’

‘Thanks, Al.’

You don’t miss the way Steve stiffens a little beside you.

‘Having a party Wheeler?’ He says.

‘Oh, god, you scared me.’ The tiny woman said, clutching at her chest. Her big eyes and tiny pointy nose made her look very cute.

‘You know exactly that’s for those assholes in the office.’ She says with a frown.

‘I know, you looked very cute though.’ She smiles shyly at that, looking down at her feet. Oh, boy, indeed.

‘Hi, we haven’t met before-’ you reach out trying to cut the tension.

‘Oh, I’m sorry, I was so occupied with those goddamn sandwiches.’ She shakes her head and takes your hand immediately. ‘I’m Nancy, Nancy Wheeler. You must be the new girl. Robin told me all about you. Went on a tirade actually. You’re starting in Hawkins Elementary, right?’

‘News travel a little unsettlingly fast here.’ You let out a nervous laugh. ‘But yes, that would be me.’

She glances up at Steve, who suddenly finds something very interesting on the menu above the counter. He runs a hand up his neck and squints at the menu. Subtle, Steven, really. Seamless.

‘So, she told you about the dinner on Saturday as well?’

‘A little more actually, she invited me.’ She frowned again and it made you laugh again.

‘Good! That’s exactly what I was about to do.’

‘Great! She told me she was gonna bring a pie but I’m betting my left arm she’s gonna burn it, so we’ll bring a back-up.’

‘We?’

‘Jesus, what a fun bunch we are. My boyfriend, Jonathan, is coming too. But only if it’s okay with you! He's staying for a while, finally. A little socialization we’ll do good for him.’

OH. BOY. So many alarm bells go off in your brain you can’t even count them.

‘Next!’ Al shouts out.

‘Sorry, one sec.’ You excuse yourself and you count your lucky stars that it immediately snapped you out of it. You’re not sure you could’ve contained your face.

‘Hi, Al! Can I get a black coffee to go please?’

‘If you ask this nicely, you can have anything, sweetheart. Comin’ right up! Anything else for you? The muffins are fresh.’

‘Oh, I wouldn’t miss that! Please, throw one in!’ You smile sweetly and he smiles back. On another day, in another café you might have suggested something very different this guy could do with his fresh muffin but you needed this town to like you. If anything happens or if you run out of gas in the middle of the road, you need to have friends. People looking out for each other. Looking out for you. That’s what these small towns are all about, right?

‘Jesus, keep it in your pants Al.’ Steve mutters to himself and both you and Nancy raise an eyebrow.

‘Okay, I totally forgot, I have an appointment with the…’ Shit. You’re blanking. ‘... the, uh, the school counselor!’ You say a little more loudly, you’re so proud of yourself. ‘So, I’m off.’ You slap a two dollar bill on the counter and start moving toward your exit.

‘Who? Miss Kelly? Isn’t she on vacation, still?’ Nancy asks. ‘I haven’t seen her in like a week.’

‘Well, I have an appointment with someone, maybe it’s not the school counselor. I didn’t, uhm, write it down. But I’ll see you guys on Saturday, right?’ You wave your goodbye and your lungs feel less tight right away as you get out of the diner, leaving a little dumbfounded Nancy and Steve behind you. Whatever you walked in the middle of, you want no part of it. No matter how boyish his smile or homely brown his eyes are.

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Staying away proves to be way more difficult than you thought though. Robin is way too nice to say no to, and more importantly, you really like her. It also doesn't take long until you meet the other members of the party. You met Jonathan one time at the library you visited. He was with Nancy, looking for something they didn’t elaborate on. A very endearing stoner Argyle, a gloomy kid, who visited his not-a-girlfriend friend in the hospital every week, Lucas, his quippy and lovebly snappy sister Erica, a kid with the smartest mouth on him you’ve ever seen, Dustin, Will, who’s very soft spoken is really fast to become one of you favorites, not just because he’s really into art, Nancy’s broody brother Mike and of course the shy and sweet El. Or Jane. You’re not sure and nobody else seems to be either. But, hey, who were you to complain about weird nicknames? But all of that came with a lot of Steve on the side and keeping the flirting to the minimum was a real challenge. Especially ‘cause you liked it. He knew what he was doing and he was good at it. But it was impossible to miss how he softened when he saw Nancy, how something akin to hope flickered in his eyes.

It was also impossible to miss that they were hiding something. At one time Mike referred to the mall fire with air quotes and Robin immediately kicked him in the shin. Whenever Will touched his neck, everyone became tense. El kept looking around and spacing out sometimes, until Mike brought her back with a gentle tug on her hand. You’re not stupid, you pick up on these things. But you don’t ask too many questions. They’ll tell you if they want to. Or not. That’s also fine with you. Everyone has secrets and it’s not a surprise that a town like this may harbor more than one.

The second hiccup does come at the dinner though. You were nervous all day. And of course cooking and cleaning all day. You made lasagne and your favourite salad with grenadine seeds and walnuts, and some chocolate chip cookies, just to be safe. You bought wine and soda, a bunch of scented candles, you cautiously put up fairy lights, the first thing that made the place look more cozy, more yours. Your chest tightened at the thought a little. This is okay, this is your place. This is what people do when they have a place. You were just renting, of course, but the owners made it pretty clear that they’re not planning on coming back anytime soon, so they gave you the all clear on any makeover your heart desired. You didn’t know what your heart desired. Not yet anyway. You were so focused on just getting a place, any place, you would’ve taken a room in an attic without lighting. You’re a little startled by the doorbell as you get lost in your thoughts while tossing the salad.

‘Shit’ you mutter to yourself. You haven’t changed, your hair is a mess, you’re a little sweaty from all the work you’ve done and of course the table is not set yet. Great going, Peach. One hell of a first impression. Well, it wasn’t a first impression, not really, but still. The doorbell goes off again.

‘Coming!’ As you tear the door open it presents a bickering Robin and Steve.

‘... I took my eyes off of it for one second, Steve-’

‘Yeah, well the recipe clearly stated that you have to watch it very closely! Constantly!’

‘Oh, my go- Peach!’ Robin rasps as she notices you standing there. She basically throws herself in your arms. ‘I burned the pie.’ She says in a sad voice that reminds you so much of a kid who was caught with her hand in the cookie jar. ‘I failed you, I’m so sorry!’ ‘Oh, honey, it’s okay! I made some chocolate chip cookies, Nancy is bringing some pie as well, we’re all good sweets, don’t you worry!’ You tell her, hugging her tightly and laying a kiss on the top of her head for good measure. ‘And next time just call me, my pies are the talk of every Thanksgiving. I can give you some tips and tricks.’

‘You’re an angel.’ Robin sighs. Above her shoulder you lock eyes with Steve for a minute. He watches the two of you with the most doughy eyes and smile you’ve seen on him so far. He waves a little and huffs out a quiet ‘hi’. You take one of your hands from the girls back and wave back to him. He keeps watching and you can’t take it. You pull Robin away, grabbing her shoulders.

‘Alright, early birds get the worm’ you clap your hands ‘which means, you guys get to help me with the finishing touches, while I go take a shower and change, because I may smell like an onion but I have so much flour and butter on me that if you put me in the oven for 20 minutes on 350º I might come back as a pie as well.’

You make them laugh with that and the little laugh that comes out of Steve makes you want to run away into the woods and scream, it's so sweet. For the love of GOD, girl, get it the fuck together. This time Robin’s prodding finger in your ribs is what snaps you out of your state.

‘You're the boss! We’re at your service, m’lady!’ she bows theatrically. ‘Band kid?’

‘Trumpet’ Steve says with a shit eating grin. Robin seems a little uncomfortable at that.

‘Figures. Band kids are always the best.’ You wink at Robin. ‘Stamina and nimble fingers. Exactly what you need in the kitchen.’ Wow, you’re staggeringly bad at this not flirting thing.

‘Well, damn. If you were recruiting I’d never even look at a swimming pool or a basketball.’ Steve counters with the beginnings of that same shit eating grin.

‘Jock?’ You ask, turning to Robin.

‘But a reformed one at that. Did some penance for his sins.’

‘By driving 12 year olds around town?’ ‘And by bringing wine and some beer to your dinner party, smartass.’ As he says it, he starts moving around you, already having rid himself of his coat and shoes. He leans close and almost whispers the last word in your ear. It makes the muscles in your neck flex. ‘So, where do you need us?’ Robin’s eyes ping-pong between the two of you so you turn around. ‘Right. Plates are in the cabinet above the sink, cutlery in that drawer, glasses are already on the counter and you have some napkins on the table already. I’ll turn myself into a human again and be right back! Don’t break anything, please, I barely have enough stuff as it is.’

Your turn to make your way to the bathroom but you still catch the sound of Robin’s swat that probably lands on Steve’s arm. They hiss something at each other, but you try not to eavesdrop more. Not my circus, not my monkeys, not my circus, not my monkeys, not my circus, not my monkeys.

By the time you make your way back, Nancy, Jonathan and Argyle are all there. The letter with suspiciously narrow eyes and mellow smile. You make a mental note to ask him about that sometime. As you make your way to the table, still drying your hair with a towel, Nancy gasps.

‘Oh, my god, I love your dress!’

‘Thank you!’ You answer as you reflexively look down at yourself, before hugging her. ‘It was my mom’s in the sixties. Real flower child shit, I love it.’ The dress is almost floor length, it has a warm, orange-ish shade thanks to the thousands of tiny flowers, but it also has a dark, almost black undertone. It hugs your hips and has small buttons running up all the way on the front, top three still hanging loose, revealing some of the lace underneath.

‘Hell yeah, brochacha, I dig your style.’ You giggle at Argyle’s antiques as you hug the two boys shortly as a greeting.

‘Hey, do you have a corkscrew somewhere in here?’ Steve calls from the kitchen without turning around. ‘Uhm, that’s a good question actually. Let me check!’ You make your way to the kitchen, and plop the towel on the counter temporarily. ‘I- oh’ Steve says the moment he turns around and sees you. You’re suddenly very aware of those top three buttons. You should’ve buttoned them. ‘Wow, you, uh, you look really nice.’ He says, running a hand up and down his neck once. So, it is a nervous tick. You hope to any higher power if they're there, that you don’t blush. ‘Thanks.’ The smile you can’t hide. You know it’s there, he knows it’s there. Well, fuck. ‘So, have you checked the bottom drawer? I think that’s usually the bastard drawer.’ ‘Bastard drawer?’ He asks with furrowed brows but still not taking his eyes off of the tiny flowers. ‘My mom used to call it that. It’s the drawer you just kind of throw shit in, shit you don’t know where else to put. It's kind of rude, now that I think about it.’ You grimace to yourself as you zero in on it.

He watches you as you move toward said drawer. He likes the way the dress sways with each step you take. It’s a slow, almost magical movement of fabric in his eyes. A mix between a witch and some sort of fairy. He likes that you’re still barefoot, you look at home, even though you’ve only been here for a little more than a week. He likes the way you tuck your wet hair behind your ear as you crouch down. He likes your wet hair too, if he’s being honest with himself.

‘Uh-huh! The bastard drawer never disappoints.’ ‘Way to go flower child!’ Argyle chimes from somewhere in the living room. Steve shakes his head at that. But you can tell, he’s hiding a smile. ‘Thanks dude!’ You shout back as Steve moves towards you. You think he’s going to help you up, but then Robin storms in. ‘Hey, Peach- oh, come on, I’ll help you up.’ Something flashes in Steve’s eyes as he leans back on the counter. ‘Do you need help with anything else?’ ‘You can help me bring in the drinks if you’re up for it. The lasagne need another 10 minutes but we can have some drinks until then.’ ‘Really? Me too?’ You snort. ‘I’m not your mom, babes, of course you can.’

The evening goes well after that. You get to chatting, you talk about uni, very briefly but you mention that you had a failed relationship as well, you gush about your favourite teacher and ask them about the children of Hawkins. They tell you about the town, about how they met, how they became closer when tragedy after tragedy struck. Robin mentions clumsily that Nancy and Steve used to be a thing, which in turn makes the whole table uncomfortable. Except for Argyle, who, god bless his heart, chimes in with a ‘This lasagne is schmashing dude’. Which eases the conversation again. ‘It is really good, Peach.’ Steve emphasizes, tongue darting out to lick the corner of his lips. ‘When did you learn all of this?’

‘Well, growing up it was just my mom and me. We didn’t have a perfect relationship but she loved cooking. That was really the only thing we did together. Then she had to work more, so I had to do it on my own more and then when I was uni, it was comforting to do things we used to do together.’ You shrug a little almost as a sign that you don’t know what else to say. You do that a lot, Steve notes to himself. As well as the fact that your cheeks and chest get a little pink after two glasses of wine. Just some notes. You don’t know if it’s the wine or the fact that you haven't felt this calm, since what feels like a lifetime, but this sudden openness catches you off guard. But Robin jumps to the rescue again.

‘Oh, my god, that is so sweet!’ She squeals and she grabs your hand. ‘By the way, I never asked you about how that kind of date went?’

Now she is the one with the deer caught in the headlight eyes.

‘Duuuuude, you had a date? That’s awesome! How did it go?’ Argyle joins your inquiry. ‘Oh, it was… well, we- uhm’ she gets caught off by the ring of the phone which she seems very grateful for. You? Less so. ‘Who is- sorry, I’ll go get it.’ As you get closer to the phone, on the other side of the wall, your stomach starts to knot. No one is supposed to know this number. Maybe the school. Please, god, let it be the school. As you reach for the phone, you know it’s not the school. You’re so sure it makes you nauseous. Panic crawls up your throat, your hands are shaking but you know you can’t not answer. Normal people are not afraid to answer phone calls.

‘Hello?’ You call but nobody answers. You swallow with a big gulp. ‘Hello?’ You try again, this time squeezing your eyes shut and balling your hand into a fist. And that’s when you hear it. Breathing on the other side. You panic and slap the phone back on the wall.

‘Is everything okay?’ Steve asks and you hear the slide of a chair on the floor, and you start moving further into the kitchen. ‘I- Y-eah’ you call with a crack in your voice. You take a deep breath, trying to stady yourself. ‘Just ah, a wrong number. I’ll go heat up the pie!’ You try to think about the cold metal of the Colt on your night stand. It’s okay, you’re safe here, you can protect yourself, you made sure.

You’re already leaning against the stove when he finally catches up to you.

‘Do you need help?’ ‘No, no, I got it’ you call back over your shoulder, without turning around. You crouch down in front of the oven and open it. The heat comes rushing out but it’s still not enough to warn you. You grab onto the sheet with reckless abandon and promptly burn yourself.

‘Ouw- Fuck-’ ‘Shit, are you okay?!’ Steve comes rushing towards you as you hear the muffled sound of the others fussing in the living room. ‘Shit, come on, come here.’ Now he helps you up, one hand holding your wrist, the other settling on the small of your back as he guides you to the sink. ‘We have to put some cold water on it, so it doesn’t blister.’

You can only nod. The panic of the phone call is still at the back of your throat but now the burn of your palm feels a lot more urgent, so you will your body and your mind to work together and prioritize here. As the cold water hits the burn, you hiss and Steve apologizes.

‘No, please, it’s what you’re supposed to do.’ ‘So much for the pie tips and tricks, tough girl.’ He smiles at you a little mockingly. ‘I never said anything about kitchen accidents. You got nothing on me Mugsy.’ ‘Alright-’ Before he can really get going, Robin clears her throat loudly in the kitchen door, standing with crossed arms. ‘You guys okay in here?’ ‘Yeah!’ You say, pulling your hand away from Steve as gently as you can. ‘Yeah, just burned my hand. Nothing life threatening. But I will need someone else to put the pie in the oven for me after all.’ ‘I got-’ ‘I can do it.’ ‘Really, Robin? So, I’ll have to take care of two burns?’ Steve says, turning around with his hands on his hips. ‘Oh, calm your tits mom, I can put a pie in the oven on my own you-’ ‘Both of you can shut up, I’ll put it in.’ Nancy says as she pops in and comes directly towards you and looks at your hand with a concerned look. ‘Are you okay?’ ‘Guys, it’s just a sheet that was a little too hot. I’ll live.’ Nancy nods but you know that she can see that you’re still shaking. She moves to the oven and Steve takes the opening to make his way back towards you. ‘Do you have some ice? You should put some ice on it for the night.’ ‘Hey, Steven!’ Robin calls out a little too loudly and a little too sharply. And you make a mental note to send her a gift basket because now that the panic and the pain are subsiding, you really don’t want to feel his breath on your cheeks and his fingers moving your wrist so carefully, like you’re made of glass. ‘Would you be a darling and help me open a bottle of wine.’ ‘You’re a big girl, you can open a bottle of wine on your own.’ He quips back. ‘Oh, now I can do things on my own?’ ‘It’s a bottle of wine not a piping hot oven, Buckley, there is a difference.’ They continue arguing but you can’t make it out anymore under the sound of running water and Nancy and your laughter. ‘They are literal children.’ ‘It’s cute, really. I always wanted siblings.’ You confide in her. How can you not? Her blue eyes have this shade to them. A shade that sees right through you. A shade that tells you there’s no use in lying. Or hiding for that matter. ‘Are you sure, you’re okay?’ She asks, quiet, sincere. ‘Yeah, I’ll be fine. Had much worse.’ You smile at her and she doesn’t push. You’re thankful.

You almost can’t believe it but the rest of the dinner goes by without any more accidents. You guys come close when Robin wants to cut into the pie but Steve takes the knife out of her hand. Everyone wanted to help clean up but you swatted them away, insisting that you were the host and it was fine. You pack a box of leftovers for Argyle and he’s out the door. Nancy and Jonathan are the next, thanking you and even Jonathan shooting you a smile that tells you, he really did enjoy himself. By the time you close the door behind Steve and Robin, you almost forgot about the phone call. Almost. Not even a minute passes when there’s a knock at your door again. You huff out a laugh. ‘I told you, dude, that’s all the cookies I have, there’s- oh, Steve.’ You’re stopped in your tracks. ‘I- did you leave something here?’ ‘Yeah, I,uh, can you check if my wallet is on the counter, for me?’ ‘Sure, come in, I’ll be just a sec.’ You check but there’s no wallet. ‘Sorry, I couldn’t find it! Are you sure it’s not in the car, or-’ When you arrive back he’s leaning over the small dresser next to the door.

‘Oh, shoot! You know what?’ He says, feigning a realization. ‘It was in my back pocket. So forgetful sometimes. Night, tough girl!’ You’re a little confused but that doesn’t keep you from quipping back. ‘That nickname’s gonna stick, isn’t it?’ ‘Depends. Maybe I’ll think of something better.’ He says with a wink and turns on his heels.

After locking the door you glance down to the dresser. There’s a note on the block of Post-its you have there.

I’m very used to spending nights on my own in an empty house. If something spooky happens again or you need some ‘tips and tricks’ just give me a call.

There’s nobody there to see but you still feel like you have to hide your smile by trying to bite into your lower lip as you study his number.

Fucking hell. You really should’ve finished those goddamn buttons.

#steve harrington fic #stranger things #steve harrington #stranger things fic #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington slowburn #robin buckley #robin stranger things #steve harrington fanfic #steve harrington x you #steve harrington x y/n #nancy wheeler #nancy stranger things #jonathan byers #jonathan stranger things #argyle stranger things #we'll see about that #WSAT #WSAT fic

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Beckett x reader - the depths of us

Part one:

Stealing a glance at Beckett, you huffed a little to yourself as you saw Castle flirting with her and angrily sipped your coffee.

“Still falling head over heels huh?” Ryan asked.

“Shut it golden boy, don’t say another word.”

“Seriously? Not even to give advice?” He asked.

You glared and he raised his hands, slowly sitting down in his chair and he looked at you.

“Seriously though, what’s the worst that can happen?”

“I’ll shoot you.”

“Okay! Okay!” He laughed.

You narrowed your eyes at him and went back to drinking your coffee.

“What we talking about?” Castle asked.

“(Y/N) has a little crush.” Esposito taunted.

“Oh! Oh! Tell me! Wait! No let me guess!”

“One more word out of any of you and I’ll put you all on your ass!” You hissed.

The three man backed away from you and Beckett smirked a little as she walked over.

“You three should know better than to taunt them by now, you know they’ll put you on your ass in an instant.”

You smirked a little at her and she smirked back as she walked away, and you turned you attention to the computer in hopes they wouldn’t notice.

“Seriously, not even a clue?” Castle asked.

You stood up.

“I’m sorry! I’m sorry!”

He ran away and you sat back doing, kicking your feet up on your desk as you turned around to talk to the men still sat with you.

Soon a case came up, and it was going alright until you all realised you would two people to go undercover, pretend to have just moved into an apartment next door to your suspect for more information.

“I say Beckett and Castle.” You said.

“We can’t, he knows what Mr Castle looks like now.” Gates snapped.

“Sorry..” castle grinned sheepishly.

“Well he knows what Esposito and Ryan look like as well.” Beckett sighed.

Everybody turned to you and Beckett, while Beckett was narrowing her eyes at them, you were too busy looking at the board trying to pin things together.

“Us?” Beckett asked.

“Well, you’re the only two the suspect hasn’t seen.” Gates said.

Everybody looked at you to see that you had wondered back to your desk.

“(L/N)?” Gates asked.

��Huh? Yes sir?”

You walked back over to join the rest of them.

“You and Beckett will go undercover, spend a few days watching our suspect and see what you can find.”

“Oh, okay.”

Beckett nodded her head in agreement, and you all began the preparations so that the two of you could go in undetected with everything that you needed.

It took a day to sort everything, and you and Beckett stood inside the empty apartment surrounded by boxes.

“So, what’s the cover anyways? I wasn’t listening at all.”

“Seriously (Y/N)?”

You grinned a little at her.

“What can I say, it wasn’t interesting.”

She sighed, sitting down on a box, and you leant against the wall, crossing your arms as you looked at her.

“It’ll take about a week, possibly longer given what we’re dealing with, the plan is we’ll wait for Charlie to be in the hallway and bump into him, but we need to set everything up first. Most of it is done, the rest it just small things like computers and stuff.”

“Right okay, and our story? Surely he’s going to ask.”

“We’re in a relationship.”

Shocked washed over you, and you fell from where you were standing trying to straighten yourself up.

“What?”

“It’s not going to be a problem is it?”

“No, no.”

“Good, now it’s your turn to watch things.”

You quietly nodded your head and walked over to the desk, sitting yourself down to go through the footage you were gathering from outside the building the the hallway.

It wasn’t an interesting job, if anything it was beyond boring, but you had to do it.

You were sat there for a few hours, feet on the desk as you just watched the cameras.

Then you saw it, the movement and you got up, heading to the next room you grabbed a pillow and hit Beckett with it.

“What the hell?”

“Get up, he’s coming out.”

“Right.”

She jumped up, and you went back to the computers to watch what was going on.

Beckett came out, pulling her jacket on as she looked at the computer.

“There’s nothing there, you seriously woke me up for that?”

Grabbing your pen, you gestured to the bottom of the footage.

“Just watch.”

A few seconds later there was movement.

“Right, let’s go.”

You grabbed your hoodie and pulled it on, following to the door.

Beckett reached out and grabbed your hand and you pulled your hand away.

“Now I know I’m hot Beckett but please.”

“Just give me your damn hand, and call me Kate.”

You narrowed your eyes a little bit at her.

“Oh my god (Y/N).”

Beckett grabbed your hand again and she dragged you out of the apartment, and you laughed.

“Don’t be so stubborn, god.” She sighed.

You grinned a little, leaning against the wall next to her as she locked the door.

“Did you put it away?” She asked.

“Course I did I’m not stupid.”

“Whatever you say.”

You glared at her a little bit, and the apartment door next to yours opened, out stepped your suspect, Charlie.

He looked at you, and you offered him a small wave.

“I’m sorry if you heard us, sometimes my partner pisses me off.” Beckett said.

“Oh no that’s fine, I was a little worried maybe it was some aggressive couple or something.” Charlie chuckled.

Beckett laughed a little, turning to look at him.

You watched the way he looked her up and down, and you walked forward, wrapping your arm around her shoulder.

“I just like to piss Katie off, that’s all.” You said.

“Is it really a relationship if you don’t piss your partner off though?” Charlie asked.

“Yes.” Beckett snapped.

“No.” You smirked.

Snickering a little, you pat her arm and gestured down the hallway with your head.

“Will, it was nice to meet you…”

“Charlie.”

“Charlie, I’m Kate, this is my partner (Y/N).”

“I’ll see you two around.”

With that, he went inside and you both made your way down the hallway, your arm still around around shoulders.

“Did you leave the cameras rolling?” She asked.

“Switched the footage to a different laptop just in case.”

“Perfect, that’s good. Now, since you woke me up, you’re buying me food.”

“Woman do you think I’m made of money?”

You walked to the elevator and you pressed the button for the ground floor.

“I’ve seen the hoodies you buy, hell yeah I think you’re made of money.”

You rolled your eyes sun poked her forehead and you grinned a little as you looked at her.

She looked back and looked at your arm.

“Keep that arm on me any longer and you’ll loose it.”

“I’d love to see you try.”

You moved your arm and leant back against the wall.

“Also, Katie?”

“It’s funny.”

“Seriously?”

You just grinned at her again.

You went out, got some take out, as well as normal shopping to make it more believable and made your way back to the apartment.

Undercover was a slow operation, but thankfully you seemed to have gathered a lot of evidence.

After nearly a week being there, you had everything you needed, but Charlie had arranged a meeting at his apartment and you needed to stay for the take down.

“Are you sure it’s a good idea for us to be seen?” You asked.

“What do you mean?”

You sighed, looking at the police vest on the table, and your shirt next to it.

“Well, if he is part of something bigger wouldn’t it make more sense for us not to been seen with the rest?”

Beckett furrowed her brows and turned around to look at you.

“They need us.”

“Right but what if we need to go undercover again? They’re going to know we’re all cops.”

“So, what’re you thinking?”

“Simple, don’t go out. We’ll stay in here, if need be have them arrested us as well or something. But it would make a lot more sense if we at least stayed hidden.”

Beckett glanced at her own vest and looked at her phone.

“Let me call Gates.”

You gave a small nod and wondered to the bedroom to go through the duffel bag with your clothes, pulling out a shirt.

Pulling your other shirt off you began to sort through some other things.

There was a knock on the door.

“Yeah.”

The door opened and Beckett walked in, looking at her phone.

“Gates thinks your idea is the best way to go, so we’re going to stay here for an extra couple of days until people come around, then we can go.”

“Yeah, that sounds good. Also have you seen my black shirt?”

Beckett looked up and she froze in spot.

“I uh.. no..”

You shrugged a little, still digging through your things.

All Beckett could do was stare at your back and she slowly walked over, getting s better look at it.

There were a few tattoos, mainly old and faded writing, but what stood out were the large, wings.

There was a dragon going down your spine, and when she studied it carefully, she noticed something else.

The deep whelp scars that ran through your skin.

Raised scars that covered most of your back, along with what she could only assume was where you had been caught in a fire or something on your shoulder.

She slowly reached out and you spun around, grabbing her wrist and you slowly stood up.

“Don’t.”

You slowly pushed her away a step and she saw more tattoos, all shapes, colours, sizes. Some were so faded she couldn’t make them out in the crappy light, others she could.

A tiger, a snake, some sort of date, a sleeve with just trees, the moon rising over them, some sentences from maybe songs or something.

They never went above the neck or below the wrist, easily hidden away.

And again, more scars across your stomach.

“What the hell happened?” She whispered.

You grabbed your shirt and pulled it over your head, pulling a random sweater over that.

“Beckett you can’t tell anyone.”

“(Y/N) you’re covered in scars!” She whispered.

“Promise me.” You said.

Beckett slowly nodded her head.

“Okay, i promise. But what happened?”

You shook your head, moving past her to head to the computer.

“When will the raid the apartment?”

Beckett watched you leave and she sighed, following you.

She wasn’t going to push the topic right now, but she wasn’t going to let it go either

#castle #castle x you #castle x reader #castle imagine #kate beckett #Kate Beckett x reader #Kate Beckett x you #Kate Beckett imagine

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hotchaways · 2 years

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pov: your instagram but you’re dating aaron hotchner (part 4)

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its(Y/L/N): someone remind me to get my fiancé drug tested before the wedding 👍🏻 #startreknerd

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spencer.reid: who knew hotch was a star trek nerd?

↳ jenniferjareau: i mean it’s not surprising that he’s a nerd for some things

↳ e.prentiss: an outstanding nerd when it comes to the subject of (Y/N) (Y/L/N)

↳ itspennyg: the ultimate simp/nerd is sir hotch 🫡💗

↳ daverossi: i mean, he gives in to her so easily. who knew someone could warm up that grumpy heart?

↳ derekmorgan: don’t forget the days when he was still pining after her and brought her coffee every morning ☕️

↳ its(Y/L/N): i can definitely say that you have made our unit chief into a real tomato

↳ aaron_hotchner: i’d say a tomato from embarrassment, but i’d rather not get smacked with a baguette.

↳ jenniferjareau: jesus, does she have never ending baguettes or something? 💀

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its(Y/L/N): my happiness in the form of people :) i love my hotchner boys 💛

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jessbrooks: oh so cute!!! will drop by next week, miss you three and the pups 😘

↳ its(Y/L/N): jack says he’s giving you a big hug through the phone now, we miss you!!! see you next week ❤️

derekmorgan: you should know by now that captions like this makes garcia tear up

↳ itspennyg: STOP LYING MORGAN 😤

↳ jenniferjareau: morgan’s not lying. penelope was sniffling and talking in the batcave how lucky the stars aligned for sir hotch and (Y/N)

↳ spencer.reid: the two are definitely soulmates. whether all of you believe it or not.

↳ e.prentiss: still the sappiest couple on earth.

aaron_hotchner: you and jack are the reason of my existence, i love you, sweetheart. ❤️

↳ its(Y/L/N): i love you more :) will go to the ends of the earth for our little family

↳ itspennyg: I AM CURRENTLY SOBBING I CANT WAIT FOR (Y/N) TO BE A HOTCHNER 😭

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its(Y/L/N): left my laptop for a bit and came back to this 🥺 i love my coco and my aaron :)

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spencer.reid: world’s largest rodent 🐀🌎

↳ e.prentiss: rattus rattus translates to aaron hotchner

↳ jenniferjareau: coco doesn’t even look happy to be with hotch

↳ itspennyg: coco is a mama’s girl!!! 🐶 sir hotch, you might be….smothering our little furry friend

↳ its(Y/L/N): it’s not a might. he really is smothering my eldest child 😤

↳ aaron_hotchner: coco likes it, sweetheart.

↳ e.prentiss: just give your fiancé the attention you give to your rat cousin

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its(Y/L/N): grumpy aaron hotchner on his phone while holding my coffee at disneyland 🫡💗

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e.prentiss: i thought it was supposed to be the happiest place on earth?

↳ jenniferjareau: the grumpiest for him, i guess

↳ spencer.reid: i bet he’s scared off some kids with his grumpy face

↳ itspennyg: SIR HOTCH PLEASE SMILE!!! do not scare the children off 😠

↳ aaron_hotchner: ….do you all seriously believe (Y/N) more than me?

↳ derekmorgan: of course we believe bau’s angel more than our unit chief. 👍🏻

↳ its(Y/L/N): what can i say? i have them all wrapped around my finger, my lovely profiler best friends 😘

↳ daverossi: are we best friends? or am i just your local pasta guy?

↳ spencer.reid: you’re everyone’s local pasta guy, rossi

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its(Y/L/N): las vegas baby 🎲🎰 ps. he’s not very happy that his fiancé can’t play poker to save her life

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jenniferjareau: he should’ve brought spence with him so he could cheat his way to the top of the game

↳ itspennyg: so true, boy genius thinks we don’t know!! 😤

↳ spencer.reid: i don’t cheat. who says i cheat?

↳ e.prentiss: you aren’t very slick when you peek at our cards when we go to the bathroom.

↳ aaron_hotchner: been there. reid’s a cheater.

↳ its(Y/L/N): so, everyone’s agreeing over something for once? 🙏🏻

↳ daverossi: yep. we’ll all play poker at pasta night to kick reid’s ass

↳ derekmorgan: oh this is gonna be so much fun 😈

↳ spencer.reid: very funny, guys. 😐

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its(Y/L/N): go fish! my man caught the biggest fish today at the docks 🎣

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e.prentiss: holy shit that’s a big fish

↳ jenniferjareau: great detective skills, captain obvious

spencer.reid: its longer than (Y/N)’s patience 👍🏻

↳ itspennyg: wishing you the best of luck when she hits you with a baguette on monday 🫡

↳ its(Y/L/N): might slap him with this fish instead

aaron_hotchner: …..you didn’t tell me you were going to post this picture, honey.

↳ derekmorgan: you look real proud, boss man. like a kid on christmas day 😘

↳ daverossi: when aaron retires, he could be a fisherman.

↳ spencer.reid: you’re older than hotch though, so why are we talking about his retirement?

↳ jenniferjareau: i just got a call from screaming spencer that rossi’s out to hunt him now 😐

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its(Y/L/N): late night talks on the couch 😴

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spencer.reid: what do you usually talk about?

↳ e.prentiss: the future they have or want to have together, dumbass.

↳ jenniferjareau: emily, calm down, this is a children’s show on our friends’ instagram page.

↳ itspennyg: THEY ARE TALKING ABOUT THE LITTLE HOTCHNER’S THEY WILL HAVE 🥰 JACK WILL BE A BIG BROTHER

↳ derekmorgan: oh jeez, baby girl probably got caffeine in her veins from the excitement.

↳ its(Y/L/N): we are not having little hotchner’s……yet

↳ aaron_hotchner: just so all of you know, you’re gonna be the aunts and uncles.

↳ spencer.reid: grandpa rossi sounds better 👨🏼‍🦳

↳ daverossi: im gonna burn all of your books in your apartment.

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its(Y/L/N): i have a hotel room intruder during a case and he’s guilty for hogging the blankets 😤

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jenniferjareau: really? just hogging the blankets?

↳ e.prentiss: we are definitely plucking out our eardrums, thank you very much.

↳ daverossi: they’re like teenagers when they’re together. it’s…..sappy.

↳ spencer.reid: you must miss being a teenager or just young in general, huh, rossi?

↳ derekmorgan: so glad my room was far from the two of you. im saved as of now.

↳ its(Y/L/N): WE DIDN’T DO ANYTHING WHAT ARE YOU GUYS TALKING ABOUT 😭

↳ jenniferjareau: you, my best friend, are a liar

↳ aaron_hotchner: keep telling that to yourself, sweetheart. you walked on the jet with hickeys on your neck.

↳ e.prentiss: i do not want to hear any more of your sex life, thank you 👍🏻

A/N: aaaaand, here we go, part 4, as promised!!! :) ive been so inactive sorry, life was very much busy but im gonna continue doing requests now because i wont be busy anymore 🙏🏻 and ive got a hotch fic coming up this week so yay for the hotch girl nation <3 hope all of you are doing well, i love you all!! :D

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Tales of Bloody Bug and Chat Noir - Chapter 16 - Respects

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Alix knocked on the door to Wang Fu’s room. She waited a moment before she entered to find him with a client.

“I’m sorry, is this a bad time?” Alix asked.

“No. We were just finishing. Uh, see you next week.”

The client protested, but Wang Fu shoved him out of the room.

“What brings you here? Is there an Akuma?”

Alix shook her head as she held out the tiger miraculous.

“What’s this? What happened? Why are you returning this already?”

“Because the girl I entrusted it to betrayed me.”

“Oh dear. What happened?”

“It’s long and stupid, but the short of it is that I was helping a friend. I took a picture with him and his cousin and shared it with the girls. Well, turns out that girl got really jealous and manipulated her friends into siding with her and not see reason.”

Wang Fu grimaced. “That’s not good. I see the reason for the decision.”

“Was it the wrong one? Having taken a moment to just see the situation, I do recognize she was fooled by Felix, the friend’s cousin, but that doesn’t justify her reaction, right?”

“That can be a difficult one. Even knowing the circumstances, the ends don’t justify the means. She may have been tricked by a person, but her actions are ultimately her own. I think that alone speaks volumes, don’t you?”

“Well, yeah! But I… I hoped better, I guess. She was the first of them to welcome me into their group. She’s the one that took a chance on me, but then she does this. It just… it felt like she didn’t really care, nor did she know… me. All she saw was her jealousy and obsession. I just… I couldn’t.”

“It’s ok, Alix. These things tend to happen. I’m just glad you stopped it and got Roarr back before it got too out of hand.”

“Right. Well, here’s Roarr back. And… you and Chat Noir can choose my pick for the team.”

“Alix?”

“I’m sorry. I just… I don’t want to take that risk right now. I don’t want to be disappointed like this anytime soon.”

Wang Fu stoked his beard in thought. He glanced at the gramophone and smiled. He pulled up a low table, took the miracle box out, and placed it down.

“I have an idea. The first step of trust is offering it to others. We’ll start with this exercise. You’ve proven yourself a hero and able friend to your partner. You’ve made the hard decisions that not everyone could. You’ve made yourself into a leader by taking charge and doing what is right, but also necessary. Seeing you for who you are, I’m offering my trust in you.”

“How?”

“You’ve taken the miracle elixir and have been attuned to the kwamis, making unification possible. I think it only fair to allow you a second miraculous to unify with in future battles. And when you are ready, you may pass it along to someone else you offer your trust in, just as I am with you. Trust me and Tikki. We’ll help you down whatever roads lie ahead.”

Tikki squeaked as she emerged from under Alix’s cap. “This is exciting. Can we take any others, Master?”

“You may but pick one that will help Alix. Remember the goal.”

Tikki nodded and looked over the miraculous. Alix looked at them and considered.

“Wang Fu, I… I have a request. If you’ll indulge it,” Alix said.

“I’m listening.”

“May I… may I take just a kwami. Not a miraculous, but a kwami.”

“That is highly dangerous. For what reason?”

“See, I… Tikki was seen by a classmate. That boy I brought here. I lied and told him it was a prototype companion to help me or whatever. Point is, he was enamored by Tikki, and I saw a spark of light in his eyes. He asked if I could make one for him. I didn’t answer because Reflekta showed up, but could I get a kwami for him?”

Wang Fu considered. “Very well, but I ask you hold onto the miraculous then. Will do you that?”

“Yes.”

“Alright. Tikki, make your pick for Alix, then, Alix, make your pick for the boy.”

Alix and Tikki nodded. Tikki looked through each of the miraculous before she took out a nose ring.

“Ah, wise choice. That belongs to the kwami of determination. Alone, it’ll grant your invulnerability to other miraculous powers. With Tikki, it grants the ability to arm you and your companions in immunity armor,” Wang Fu explained.

“Woah. That’s really handy actually,” Alix admitted.

Tikki beamed and bowed.

“Now, Alix, your turn.”

Alix looked down at the selection. There were a healthy variety of options, but her eyes caught on the pocket watch. She could hide that easily enough with her family heirloom. She reached out and took it as Wang Fu tensed up.

“Is everything ok with this one?” Alix asked.

“It’s fine but be very careful. All these miraculous are dangerous in the wrong hands, but that one in particular is. It could unravel time itself.”

Alix’s eyes widened as she nodded. “Understood. I’ll keep it with me at all times.”

“Thank you. I rest easy knowing I can trust you with it.”

Alix smiled. She slipped the watch into her pocket and clipped the nose ring in. Orbs shot out and circled her before they morphed into an ox kwami and a rabbit kwami.

“Hey yo, I’m Stompp, kwami of determination.”

“And I’m Fluff, kwami of evolution.”

“Hey, you two. Name’s Alix.”

“Oh, Alix, are we to be your kwamis? Stompp and I?” Fluff asked.

“Not quite. Stompp will be with me and Tikki. Fluff, you’ll be with… an acquaintance of mine, but I’ll be holding onto your miraculous.”

“Oh. So, does this mean you’ll be unifying with me too?”

Alix looked at Wang Fu.

“She may. With Tikki and Fluff, you’ll gain the power to create objects and inventions throughout time, but more so borrowing them from another time,” Wang Fu explained.

“And if I were to use all three together?” Alix asked.

Wang Fu hesitated. “With all three you gain the power to create a space that protects those within while you either fast forward, rewind, or pause time outside of it.”

Alix’s eyes widened. “I… I see what you meant by time unraveling if Fluff is used.”

“Oh, it’s not that bad. It’s not like when entire timelines are snuffed out by-,” Fluff started.

Wang Fu, Stompp, and Tikki hushed Fluff.

“By what?” Alix asked.

“A very powerful and dangerous kwami that is the result of Tikki and Plagg unifying. It is something you must prevent at all costs.”

“What if Chat Noir or I unified them?”

A long silence. “If you do, be very, very, very careful. Fluff may be able to distort time, but nothing is compared to Tikki and Plagg when unified. With them, a wish is granted, but everything is usually rewritten to obtain that wish.”

“Or erased from existence to create something new,” Tikki whispered with a forlorn look.

“Tikki?” Alix asked.

“Oh, it’s nothing. Just… remembering all that has been lost. Such is the burden Plagg and I shoulder. Though it doesn’t bother him as much as me. It never will.”

“Do you want to talk about it?” Alix asked.

“Maybe another day. For now, it’s something I don’t want you to worry about. Ok?”

Alix nodded. “Anything else for now?”

“I think that’s all, yes? Considering the day.

“Right. I’ll see you later then. I’m going to meet back up with my family.”

Adrien and Felix returned to the Agreste mansion and were escorted to Adrien’s room. They had been scolded by Gabriel before Amelie interrupted to scold Gabriel. The pair of parents were escorted away by Nathalie while Gorilla escorted the boys back to Adrien’s room. They waited a few minutes before Adrien spoke.

“Felix, why did you do that? Why did you send a mean message to my friends?”

“What does it matter anymore? It’s done and over with. Just move on.”

“Felix, seriously. They are my friends, and I don’t want them to think I’m just some jerk. I’m genuinely trying to make connections for the first time in my life.”

“And what about me? We’re supposed to be thick as thieves, closer than with any random nobody on the streets. We’re family, but also more than that. So much more.”

“I don’t know what more you’re talking about, but we are family, and nothing will change that. I’ll always be here for you, just like you’ll always be there for me, right?”

“Even with that Alix girl and Bloody Bug?”

Adrien hesitated. “I mean, Alix is just a girl I know that doesn’t like to follow the rules. As for Bloody Bug, she’s one of the heroes, not my friend. I’m not sure why you’d-.”

“Adrien, I know you’re Chat Noir.”

“What? How?”

“A lot of things. The first was this gut feeling. Like there was this feeling in the very pits of my being that told me you were Chat Noir. There was also how you spoke, moved, everything was, well, you.”

“Oh. I see. Well, yes, I am Chat Noir. You’re not going to tell anyone, are you?”

“No. At least, I do have something to ask of you. Something very important.”

“Yeah, absolutely. Just name it and I’ll see it done, so long as it’s within my capabilities.”

Felix took a deep breath as he looked at his ring. “I’m looking for something that Father once had in his possession. I heard him muttering about it from time to time about a magical peacock brooch. I didn’t put much stock into it at first, but the more I heard his muttering, the more I became interested. I may be on a wild goose chase, but I just know it’s important.”

Adrien considered. He looked around his room before he checked his garbage can to find Plagg eating cheese in there. “Plagg, do you know anything about a peacock brooch?”

Plagg blinked, consumed the cheese, then flew up. “Ah, well, you see here, the butterfly and peacock miraculous are both missing. I’m sure that’s what Felix is talking about, but we don’t know where they are. Even if we did, he’d have to go through the Guardian to get the peacock anyway.”

“Not unless we get to it first. Any idea where we can start looking?” Adrien asked.

“Nope. Now, if you’ll excuse me.”

Adrien watched Plagg disappear up to the second level of his room. Adrien sighed and shrugged.

“Would you really help me find this?”

“Of course! You’ll surely need help and I know a pair of paw-some heroes that’ll surely help you.”

Felix deadpanned. “If you make another cat pun, I will punch you.”

Adrien chuckled nervously. “Right, sorry. Anyway, yeah, we’ll help you. Maybe if we do, you can use it and we can be superheroes together. Wouldn’t that be awesome?”

Felix forced a smile. “Yeah. It sure would, but we need to find it first.”

“Oh, right. I’ll be sure to mention it to Bloody Bug next time I see her. Oh! And tonight, we’ll be meeting back up with Alix.”

Felix perked up. “We will? Where are we going this time?”

“You’ll see. I’d hate to ruin the surprise, but we’ll be meeting her around seven.”

Felix smiled, then looked away. “Hey, Adrien, about those messages your friends sent you, they were all best wishes for today and… and them saying they understand your pain and want you to be happy.”

“Oh. I see. And what did you say to them exactly?”

“I told them that ‘Father’ was right about going to school and meeting people was a waste of time. I may have added they couldn’t possibly begin to understand my pain and they were all fools.”

Adrien sighed. “That… that may have been pushing it a bit far.”

“Are you mad at me?”

Adrien considered. “No. I feel like maybe I should be, but I’m not. I’m more so sad that they think so little of me that they’d immediately jump to thinking I’d say those things in the first place. Granted I’ve only known them a couple of months. Unlike with Alix. They’ve known her longer. Maybe not friends, but they knew of her.”

“Alix feels different.”

“That’s because she’s like us.”

Felix’s eyes widened. “She is? How?”

“Well, she lost her mother too. Someone she loved very much. Just like us, she knows what it’s like to have lost someone like our parents.”

“How long ago?”

“I’m not sure. Alix never gave a direct answer. More so she doesn’t really remember. Like that perception of her time has been warped. Y’know?”

Felix hummed and looked away.

“Felix? Everything ok?”

“Yeah. There’s just one thing I almost forgot. There was a pig-tailed girl that said that she loved you and would always be there for you. Is she your girlfriend?”

Adrien grimaced. “I wouldn’t call her that. She’s more… obsessed with me, but not me, y’know?”

“You mean the model you?”

“I think so. I knew about her crush on me for a while now, but just didn’t address it. Well, not directly. I had encouraged her to try to confess to me for whatever reason, but I guess she never did until then. Anyway, it was her that had manipulated the girls into thinking Alix made me make that mean message and wanted to keep me all to herself. It just seems… I dunno. Wrong, maybe?”

“What are you going to do about it?”

“I don’t even know. What can I do? Should I just tell her I’m not interested? And if I do, will she just think I’m being manipulated by you or Alix? Would she be turned into a monster again because of it? Or should I just ignore her and her possible advances and just hope she gets the message? What do I do?”

“Good question. I’m not sure though. However, good luck all the same.”

“Would you like her?”

Felix laughed, then deadpanned. “No. Keep that crazy far away from me.”

“So long as you don’t send anymore messages like that to my friends, and I won’t have to sick my crazy fans onto you.”

Felix shuddered at the thought. “I won’t. You have my word.”

“Well, let’s see you put those words to action. Actions speak louder than words.”

“Bloody Bug tell you that?”

“Yeah. She’s told me a lot of things that’s helped a little. There’s a lot of things that are still a slight mystery to me, but I still appreciate them. She really is my best friend.”

“Do you think you’d be ok sharing her.”

“What? Of course. Just don’t try to steal her away.”

“And if I do?”

Adrien frowned and glared at Felix. Felix smiled smugly, then laughed.

“I won’t, Adrien. I just wanted to see you angry. It’s a refreshing change to all the smiles you’re forced to wear.”

Adrien blinked, then laughed. “Yeah, I suppose it is. Thank you, Felix.”

“What for?”

Adrien hugged Felix. “Everything.”

Felix gasped, then returned the hug. “Always, Adrien. It’s what family if for, yeah?”

“Yeah. C’mon, let’s play some chess. You owe me a match.”

“Bring it on, but be warned, I won’t go easy on you.”

“Challenge accepted. Let’s go.”

The sun had long set on the horizon and gave way to nightfall. Alix stood in the graveyard surrounded by countless other families honoring their dearly departed. She kept her bundle together as Alim and Jalil made their offerings and prayers to her mother.

“Hey, Alix!” Adrien called.

Alix turned as Adrien and Felix joined her. “You guys made it. Snuck out the way I showed ya?”

“Er… something like that. How’re you doing since earlier?” Adrien asked.

“I’m still hurt. I knew Alya didn’t like me much and would turn on me, I just didn’t expect Marinette to. She was the one that first accepted me into their group, and she was the one to betray me first. I mean, who’s next? Ivan? Nathaniel? Juleka? Rose?”

“Would it make you feel better knowing it’s more or less my fault for instigating it?” Felix asked.

“No. You may have sent that message, but everything else after that was her decision, her own actions. I mean, you didn’t tell her to manipulate and lie to her friends to get them to side with her, did you?” Alix asked.

“No.”

“Then you have no reason to apologize. Anyway, that’s not important right now. Who are you two here to honor?”

“Oh, actually, we thought we could honor our parents with you. Father won’t be mourning her, and I want to, so I brought a photo of her to place at your mom’s grave, if that’s ok,” Adrien said.

“And Mom is busy arguing with his dad over everything, so I brought a photo of my father to-,” Felix added.

“To burn. We’re burning that asshole’s photo,” Alix interrupted.

“But-!”

“Alright, Alix, your turn, just as you asked,” Alim said.

Alix nodded. She approached the grave with Adrien and Felix. She placed her offerings around the tombstone while Adrien put a framed photo of his mother against the stone. Felix took out his photo and Alix snatched it away. They exchanged nasty glares before Alix sighed and looked up.

“Everything has been changing. I thought this year would be like every other, but in a few short months, everything has changed. Mom, I hope you can see me. I’ve changed so much, and I wonder every day what you’d think of it. What you’d think of me. I hope you are still proud of everything I’ve done and what I’ll do in the future. After all, there’s no turning back to what I’ve become. Not until my heart and breath are stolen from my chest.”

Adrien bowed his head. “Mom, everything changed when you left Father and I. The warm home you made fell into disrepair and isolating loneliness. But I’m not alone anymore. I have Felix again in my life. I have friends, like Alix here. Father hasn’t let go yet, but that’s ok. Even if he never lets you go, I’ll continue on in your memory. Like he said, you’ll never be gone so long as you’re in our hearts, and I’ll carry you in my heart every day until we meet again in the afterlife.”

Felix huffed and looked away. “You two will make me sick.”

“Got nothing to say?” Alix asked.

Felix tsked but remained silent.

Alix snorted and grabbed Emilie’s picture. “Good. Mom, I don’t really know if you’re here, but I’m starting to believe you are. Not that I’ll admit to Jalil’s ideas with him around but do me a solid in whatever afterlife there is. If you find this woman, please, keep her company so she’s not alone. And if you see this man, kick him in his ghost balls and send him to the void.”

Alix placed Emilie’s picture down and burned Felix’s father’s picture. They watched the photo shrivel up in the tiny blaze. An eerie wind blew around them that made the candles flicker. Alix smiled and stood.

“Thank you both for joining us. It… means a lot.”

“Of course. And thank you for letting us join. It felt good doing this,” Adrien said.

Felix nodded.

“I’ll see you guys later, right?”

“You know you’ll see me later. And Felix will keep in touch, right?”

“That would be ideal,” Felix muttered.

“I would hope. Now, hand over your phone, bitch boy.”

Felix grumbled but handed over his phone. Adrien watched Alix put her number in Felix’s phone when he noticed a black, studded nose piercing she didn’t have before.

“Hey, Alix, I didn’t know you had your nose pierced,” Adrien remarked.

“Huh? Oh, yeah. Had it done over the summer but can’t usually find too many piercings that I like. This one is a blessing to have.”

Adrien hummed and nodded while he took out his phone. He messaged Alix and asked if it was a miraculous jewel. Alix pulled out her phone when it buzzed. She snorted and responded that it was, and she’d explain later when Felix was gone.

“Are you ready to go, Alix?” Jalil whined.

“You can wait a minute, Jalil!”

“I’m cold! Can you please hurry it up?”

Alix groaned. “Fine. Alright, I’ll see you later, Adrien. Felix, keep in touch.”

Adrien and Felix waved Alix off before they headed back to the Agreste mansion.

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A couple of replies about our sketches from yesterday, a couple of follow-ups and some stuff about Papa and Mama Leech today~

Anonymous asked:

Thank you for your contributions to the Toddallace fandom!!!

No problem, Anon! Thank you so much for enjoying our Toddallace stuff.

Anonymous asked:

Screaming and crying and on my knees and absolutely losING MY DAMN MIND-

Freminet is my favorite Genshin character and he is so underrated! Seeing him in your beautiful art style has blessed my entire MONTH and I am eternally grateful!

Thank you for the wonderful sketch 🙏 I will now proceed to be insane over it for the next week

You are very welcome, Anon!! I am so happy you liked the sketch! <3

Freminet is cute, his freckles really look good on his face.

irregardlessly-tish asked:

Have you guys ever read/watch Higurashi or Umineko no naku koro ni? Not a lot of cute boys to ship, (especially in Higurashi) but I get the impression that the dark themes in both of them may be things you find enjoyable lol They are both of my favorite mangas I've read besides SnK

We haven’t yet, but we really want to! My knowledge of both of these titles is pretty vague outside of some of the most well-known things, but I am pretty sure we will enjoy it a lot. Thank you for recommending it to us!

I don’t know when we’ll have the opportunity to dive into it, but whenever we do, I’ll absolutely have some sketches to show. I can already feel it…

Anonymous asked:

Wait I think I know which webtoon anon is talking about

The Guy Upstairs by Hanza

I don't like Hanza bc she's an anti but she kinda got stuck with the short end of the stick with the whole situation

The shippers for the main pairing started harassing Hanza and that's why she decided to end the webtoon early

(related to our replies from yesterday)

Oh, I see.

Regardless of an author’s views, it is always unfortunate when they have to finish their story abruptly because of the pressure of the readers. One would think that they would appreciate it enough not to bully the author, but unfortunately, a lot of times people are very demanding and emotional.

Anonymous asked:

I like Idia’s underwear. 😏

Jade loves it too <3

Anonymous asked:

jade move over that's my job.

Oh you can take a break and relax, Jade will gladly do the hard work for you ^^

Anonymous asked:

MOVE, IDIA MOM SAID ITS MY TURN WITH JADE

If Idia wasn’t butt-naked, he would’ve ran away and left the entire Jade for you, Anon…

Anonymous asked:

every day is a good day when I get to see Jade x Idia YEAHHH

Sooo, are they doing anything spicy~? 👀

Thank you, Anon!! <3 I’m glad you liked it!

They’re about to~

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𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙹𝙰𝙳𝙴 𝙰𝚁𝚃 𝙸𝚂 𝙼𝙰𝙺𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝙼𝙴 𝙶𝙾 𝙵𝙴𝚁𝙰𝙻

𝚃𝙷𝙴𝙼 𝙴𝚈𝙴𝚂 𝙰𝙽𝙳 𝚂𝙼𝚄𝙶 𝙰𝚂𝚂 𝙵𝙰𝙲𝙴

𝙶𝙾𝚃 𝙼𝙴 𝙶𝚁𝙰𝙱𝙱𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙱𝙰𝚁𝚂 𝙾𝙵 𝙼𝚈 𝙲𝙾𝙽𝚃𝙰𝙸𝙽𝙼𝙴𝙽𝚃

The way I started counting syllables to check if this was a haiku….

I am very happy you liked it so much, Anon!! <3

Anonymous asked:

Holy fuck ill keep saying it over and over but EEL ABS

Swimmer abs! Meaty boys!

Anonymous asked:

So, I saw a post and I wonder if you've seen it or thoughts of it but a eric/crewel/trein threesome (i think his name was Eric but its vil's dad)

No thoughts so far. We keep getting asked about Eric and Trein (and Crewel I guess), but I don’t even know how or why they would interact. We haven’t watched the event yet, so maybe I just don’t know some crucial piece of information, but… Eric seems like too big of a celebrity to stumble upon these two all of a sudden? And Trein doesn’t sleep around as well, he is a very tough one to crack…

Not completely impossible, I just don’t feel it for now. Maybe I’ll have an epiphany at some point in the future!

Anonymous asked:

NEED to know more about your leech parents!!! do they sleep in the same fish bed? did they even want kids, was it just for traditional family points? she doesnt cook, do the rest of them keep it a secret too? hgrgrhrhrhhhhhh FISHFISHFISHFISHFISHFISHFISHFIFSHFISH

im willing to vote they have a cuck chair (? ...merfolk dont sit tho..)

lol Anon!! I am very happy that you got intrigued by these two; I really like thinking about them too to be honest lol so I guess I better share my thoughts before we get more canon lore about them (god forbid, I wouldn’t want that at all! *reverse psychology*)

Alright, so to answer your questions…

To be honest, I don’t think they sleep in the same bed, mostly because both of them are too damn long and take up too much space to share a bed lol They used to sleep together when they just got married, but quickly decided that it’s just too bothersome.

Moray eels aren’t super social and don’t have the “mate for life” mentality, so their family façade is kind of fake. It also makes them dangerous, because one moray eel is already trouble, but two? Who also have a family? This is one of the things that make them so dangerous. So yeah, I wouldn’t say that Papa and Mama Leech love each other romantically, but they have mutually beneficial relationship, and to them this is probably even better than love. They are also probably aren’t intimate with each other anymore… they are with other people though, when they feel like it~

So yeah, to answer your question about a cuck chair lol Sure, why not, but I feel like with these two it’d be more like one of them is obliterating some poor merman while the other watches it just for the sake of enjoying the show. And some additional intimidation/humiliation 😔

When it comes to family, both of them really wanted kids, but not due to any wholesome reasons: Papa Leech wanted to keep his business going strong even after he’s gone, and he would rather choke on a puffer fish than entrust it to anyone other than his own copies lol And Mama Leech really enjoys the drama of being a mother and a wife. She is a bit of a narcissist, and both of them are kind of sociopathic?? But they love their kids in their own ways.

The fact that Mama Leech doesn’t cook is the biggest secret in the world lol The tweels usually play along, especially Jade, but Floyd is more likely to just roll his eyes whenever she is talking to someone about cooking dinner for her sons. I would say that they have a cook, but actually I feel like the majority of things that they eat are raw…

Anonymous asked:

I wonder if you see the time we ask these at... hmmm

Moving aside NOT A REQUEST DONT GET IT CONFUSED BTW

Female!Jade, in Bayonetta 1 or 2's outfit...

We do~ We don’t check it though, so if you’re worried for some reason, don’t be lol

You’re making this woman way too powerful, please have mercy… she is already tall and scary…

#replies

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Snowed Confession

Ethan Landry x Male Reader

Non-ghost face, Ethan, Quinn and reader are Canadian

Word count: 1.2k

Walking into the hallways you hear cheers around you, celebrating winter break is finally here, Christmas, snow and the best two weeks off school, in one week you and your two best friends Quinn and Ethan are flying back to Canada for Christmas.

So your other friends decide to make this week the best week before leaving, “we should go skiing” chad said. “I’ve never done that in my entire life” you said “don’t you live in the good ‘ol north” mindy said sitting down next to anika.

“Yeah and I used to ride the polar bear bus to go to my igloo school” you sarcastically replied flipping mindy off “woah, where’s the Canadian hospitality” Tara joked “I will drown you in maple syrup” you said in a dead tone. “Oh come on it’ll be fun please” chad said dragging the please.

“Fine but I want Ethan to sit next to me” you said opening your phone. “Ohh and why is that?” anika asked, making her eyebrows go up and down. You throw a pillow in her face “Ethan is the only civilized person in this friend group, he doesn’t drool, he doesn’t take up that much space and he keeps to himself” you said listing reasons why you want Ethan.

That went on for a couple minutes “and that’s why ethan is the best person to have next to you when you go for a road trip” you finished your rant “Jesus just marry him at that point” Quinn added.

Everybody was focused on you and barely saw how Ethan’s face blushed the whole time you were ranting, he knew the only reason you want to sit next to him is cause he lets you sleep on him.

Chad coughed “well that’s it then we’ll go for a ski trip in the next week, let’s leave Thursday so we’ll have the whole weekend to ski” Chad proposed, everyone agrees.

Thursday comes around faster than you thought “come one Y/N they’re waiting” Anika groans on how you’ve been quadruple checking everything, “just go down I’ll be right behind you I have to make sure the windows are closed” you said going into each room to check.

You hear the door slam close, when you hear it slam close again, confused you check the main room you see Ethan standing there.

You had a confused look on you “why are you here” you asked triple making sure you had keys on you and lights were off. “It’s time to go Y/N,” Ethan said, grabbing your suitcase and walking to the door.

Being forced to leave you lock your door and walk downstairs seeing mindy and Anika in the car.

Ethan helps put your luggage in the back watching you. “Oh my god finally what took you so long” Mindy asked hitting her head on the steering wheel “I had to make sure we weren’t going to get robbed” you said as Ethan got in the car after you.

Ethan puts his hands on his face trying to get rid of the cold “it doesn’t matter just tell Chad we’re ready to go” he said smiling at you finally the car started and both your vehicle and chads start driving.

You groaned loud “why, New York why do you hate us” complaining about the New York traffic. “Just go to sleep on me I’ll wake you up when we’re close” Ethan suggested. Throwing two melatonin pills in your mouth you were passed out before anyone knew.

Mindy looked at you and Ethan sleeping “how does Ethan sleep when Y/N is snoring into his ear” she asked Quinn “I don’t know they’ve always been like that” she replied continuing to text her boy toy.

Anika looked back at the two of you “I don’t know I think it’s cute” she said smiling, causing Mindy to look back at the two “cute?? Y/N is literally drooling on Ethan’s shoulders” Mindy said looking at her girlfriend.

“Can you guys shut up and let us sleep?” Ethan said, flipping up the eye mask before laying his head on yours.

Before you knew it you were awoken by Ethan with gentle slaps to your face “we’re here idiot” he said wiping the drool off his shoulder with a tissue.

You looked at what he was doing realizing “sorry about that, your shoulders are really comfortable I guess”. You answered, taking a step out of the car and stretching, people passing by would think you’re trying to grab the air.

All of your friends grab their luggage and you all walk into the resort “hey yeah we spoke on the phone a couple hours ago my name Chad Meeks-Martin” he asked the receptionist.

She typed on the computer “three hotel rooms for three days” she asked Chad nods Chad gives you a key card “that's for you and Ethan quinn didn’t want to share a room with you two so she got her own room” he said walking away.

Chad gathers your friend group “ok so all of our rooms are basically together except for Quinn’s” you followed Chad walking in your hotel to see one bed. You and Ethan looked at each other.

You both settle your stuff on the floor and you jump on the bed and pass out for another three hours.

You look at the window to realize it was night time and you felt Ethan pull your body “good morning” Ethan joked at you feeling you wake up as he falls asleep again.

You lay in bed feeling Ethan’s arm come around your waist again “come closer, please” he said and you lay your head on his chest and fall asleep.

You two wake up because of a pounding at your door you open to see Chad “have you guys seen outside” he said barging in “what happening” Ethan asked being drowsy.

“It’s a complete blizzard outside” Chad said “our weekend getaway turned into weekend stay in a hotel” he said putting his hand in his face, “calm down Chad, did you check the forecast when is the blizzard going away” you asked sitting next to him.

“Saturday..” Chad said in his hands “Chad it's Friday, it’ll clear out tomorrow and we can ski tomorrow” Ethan spoke rubbing his back “you guys are right, I should go to Tara” Chad said exiting your room.

“Wow, he’s a bit dramatic” you said as the door closed “yeah and he's not even the gay one it’s you” Ethan joked getting a pillow to his face “let’s just go down stairs for breakfast” you said grabbing his hands.

You saw Mindy and Anika down there deciding to join them “you two are dating right” Mindy asked.

Getting you and ethan to choke on your food “no, why” you asked “cause you two are like me and anika” Mindy said “I mean it’s not like I wouldn’t mind” you confessed ethan looked at you with the biggest smile.

“I love you Y/N” he said, you stare at his beautiful curls and most amazing pair of brown eyes “I love you too Ethan” you confessed.

Maybe being snowed in wasn’t so bad you two thought.

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