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dumbseee · 1 year

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i’ll protect you.

f1 au/fic: in which y/n is a driver for ferrari, her and lando have been friends since childhood and started together in formula one. their closeness sometimes confused their friends. ask them if they were more than friends, they will laugh and say that they were just friends. but one day during a race, y/n got involved in a major crash. which made lando realise how scared he was to loose her.

lando norris x driver!reader

(fc: maggie lindemann)

warnings: mention of crash, carlos is still a mclaren driver with lando, mention of injuries.

note: english isn’t my first language so this may contains some mistakes xx (idk what to think about this one tbh)

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y/n: ready for tonight’s race! your girl is going to get that damn podium, mark my words xx

landonorris: in your dreams kiddo

y/n: @.landonorris you’re three months older than me.

lewishamilton: good luck y/n!

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fan1: WE ALL BELIEVE IN YOU Y/N

fan2: GO Y/N

fan3: with that car i’ll be praying for your safety first bestie

fan4: praying for your first podium!

lilymhe: i’m rooting for you!

alex_albon: @.lilymhe i’m literally right HERE

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"dude, you should sit down." carlos’s voice echoed in lando’s head which almost made him jump. he didn’t even realise that he was walking around the hospital’s hallways like a maniac. the driver sighed and sat down next to his teammate, carlos squeezed lando’s shoulder to show him that he was there too.

a few drivers were at the hospital, waiting to know if you were okay. daniel, carlos, charles, alex and of course lando were there. to be fair, all the drivers wanted to come but crowding the hospital wasn’t the right thing to do so only your closest friends came while the others went back home but waited for news too.

"are you y/n l/n’s friends ?" finally a doctor came, lando immediately stood up and almost ran to the older man. "she’s out of surgery, she’s very lucky that the firefighters were quick to get her out of the car because she has some burns on her arms and legs but nothing major." the doctor felt kinda uncomfortable to have that many men surrounding him, but he added, "she has a broken arm and a sprained ankle. it could’ve been worse so whoever prayed for her tonight, it worked. she’s awake, so you can see her, but be gentle."

"you should go first." charles told lando, who still looked out of it. "i think she’d prefer to see you first than daniel or alex." he adds with a smile. "uh, first of all this is rude." daniel answer while pointing his finger at charles, which lighten up the mood. "we ALL know i’m her favorite."

lando smiled and thanked his friends before slowly entering your room. he almost choked on his own saliva when he saw you laying on your bed, looking lifeless. this wasn’t you, you were far from being lifeless, you were literally the life of the party. always smiling, cracking jokes, making fun of alex or george will the others would laugh. but there you are, breathing through tubes and covered in bandages. your eyes were closed, lando took a look at your face and swallowed back tears.

he hated it, he hated seeing you being hurt, he couldn’t close his eyes because he’d see the crash again and again. the sound of your car smashing against the barriers, the smell of burnt, gasoline, the sound of the ambulance, the audience’s screams and cries, the commentators struggling to find their words. for a second everyone thought you were dead, everyone including lando. for a second, he thought about a world where you weren’t there anymore, and the only thing he could see was the dark. a world without you meant a world where the sun wouldn’t go up anymore, where happiness was gone forever.

lando let himself fall on the chair behind him and completely broke down. the tears wouldn’t stop from running down his cheeks, he didn’t know that he was capable of crying that much tears. he couldn’t stop sobbing either.

"l-lando?" the driver jumped and immediately stood up when he saw that you were waking up. "y/n? fuck, y/n can you hear me?" he didn’t know if he could touch you, too afraid to hurt you even more. "yes i can so please lower your voice." you furrowed your eyebrows and opened your eyes. the sight before you broke your heart, a sobbing lando, with a worried expression.

"what happened?" you asked, while trying to get up but a sharp pain stopped you. lando gently pushed you back against the bed. "i almost lost you, that’s what happened." he softly pushed a strand of black hair away from your face and sat down, taking your hand in his. "fuck… everything is coming back to me now." you mumbles and bite your lip. you take a look at your body and notice a huge cast on your left leg and a second one on your right arm. you also had a few bruises on your face and left arm caused by the fire.

"how are you feeling?" he asked you, while caressing your hand softly. "could’ve been better, so not only did i not make it to the podium, but i also almost died, what a performance." you laughed and expected lando to laugh with you but he just dropped your hand and looked at you with a hurt expression. "wha-…"

"how can you say it like that? how can you joke about death when you almost lost your life for real? y/n i don’t think you understand how worried sick i was to fucking lose you! i saw everything! the whole crash happened in front of me! i saw the firefighters pull you out of your car, i saw you being literally lit on fire! i couldn’t even move from my car, i felt helpless and useless. i even wondered if the crash happened because of me." he snapped, he wasn’t yelling but his tone was loud enough for you to understand that he was really pissed at your joke.

you felt bad, you didn’t know that lando witnessed everything and now you felt terrible. how traumatic that must’ve been for him. you didn’t know how you would’ve reacted if lando had crashed in from of you. "lando, i didn’t know i’m-…" he cut you off again, he ran a hand though his hair. "let me finish, please." you bite your bottom lip and nodded.

"the thought of loosing you made me fucking sick. i threw up when i got out of the car, i wanted to see you so bad but the way your team stopped me from seeing you made me think it was over. and do you know what a world without you looks like to me? nothing, that shit cannot exist, because a world without you means a world without me. if you fucking die, y/n, best believe that i’m going with you." his words made you cry, silent tears kept streaming down your face. when he saw it, he closed his eyes and kissed your forehead.

"i didn’t want to make you cry, i’m so sorry." he continues to kiss your forehead and then kissed your cheek. "no, i’m sorry for making you so worried about me." you answer while grabbing his hand. he smiles at you and start to kiss every little bruise on your arm. his gentle gesture made you cry even more. "i swear to take care of you now." he adds while connecting his forehead to yours. you both close your eyes and enjoy the peaceful moment until you both heard noises coming from behind the door of your room.

"ouch! you fucking stepped on my foot, càbron!" carlos’s voice could be heard which made you smile. "move your ass leclerc, i can’t hear shit." now it was daniel’s. "all of you shut up they’re going to hear us!" alex added. "aie! carlos what the fuck! that was my foot!" charles almost yelled to his friend. "see how it hurts?" added the spaniard, with a devilish laugh.

lando and you both started laughing at your friends shenanigans, knowing damn well they were behind the door trying to listen to your conversation.

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y/n: thank you for being my guardian angel <3

landonorris: always and forever my love

danielricciardo: i can’t believe you have no words for me when i had to sleep with carlos and he pushed me off the bed with his fat ass

carlossainz55: @.danielricciardo LIAR

alex_albon: @.danielricciardo i slept on a CHAIR

charles_leclerc: @.danielricciardo i slept on the GROUND.

fan1: im so glad she’s okay

fan2: OMG LANDO AND Y/N???

maxverstappen1: glad you’re okay y/n! can’t wait to see you on track again!

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fan3: MY DREAM CAME TRUE

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sttoru · 10 months

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“SLIPPING THROUGH MY FINGERS.”

ෆ sypnosis. satoru returns to the dorms with a random child one day, leaving you confused as to who it may be.

ෆ note. uhmmm teenage satoru taking care megumi while in high school … found family… sonsobsobs.

ෆ tags. teen!satoru x female teen!reader (romantic or platonic, up to you). fluff, bits of angst, comfort, spoilers manga/anime, you n satoru are classmates, found family trope.

“satoru, you can’t just kidnap a kid.”

you stare at the little kid that satoru had randomly brought into your dorm room. the boy, who had a black spiky hair cut, seemed to be around the age a first grader would be.

he was standing behind satoru’s tall legs, looking up at you with an indifferent gaze. he wasn’t talkative either which you hadn’t expected from a small child.

“i didn’t kidnap him,” satoru scoffs, placing the boy’s bag on the floor near the front door, “i actually saved the kiddo.”

“pff, yeah, right.” you dismiss satoru’s dramatic words as you kneel down to be at eye level with the little boy, “what’s your name?”

“megumi.” the kid answers in a quiet tone. he didn’t seem to be scared nor nervous about being brought here by a stranger.

you look from megumi towards satoru, who was staring down at the two of you—laid back as per usual. his hands were in his uniform’s pockets, body leaning against the wall.

the two boys seemed pretty relaxed about everything based on the way they were acting. and there you were, the confused and clueless one of the trio, “did you bribe the child with candy or something?”

“i wouldn’t fall for that.” megumi unexpectedly replies, earning a slight giggle from satoru and a mildly shocked expression from you.

“plus, if i had a choice, i definitely wouldn’t have left with a weird guy like him.” the little boy adds with a blank expression, though you could see the subtle side eye he was giving your classmate.

“hey!” satoru’s grin immediately transforms upside down, “now ya listen here, brat.”

he frowns and points a finger at the child; like a father disciplining his disobedient kid.

the difference between the two being that satoru was failing horribly. the only thing satoru could reply with was a small ‘tsk,’ and a mumble about how ‘little kids these days are extremely disrespectful.’

“respect is earned.” megumi answers matter-of-factly once he had caught on what satoru muttered under his breath.

“hey, hey, hey.” you interrupt before things escalated any further, “that’s enough.”

you were secretly amazed at megumi’s advanced vocabulary at such a young age. not that you’d say that right during a situation like this. satoru might even throw a dramatic and childish tantrum about it and assume that ‘you’ve taken sides’.

“alright, give us a minute, megumi. i need to have a small talk with satoru.”

you flash megumi a warm smile to which he quietly nodded. he seems to listen to your words without hesitation; a great sign that he was getting a bit more comfortable.

“come here and explain this entire thing.” you then whisper to the white-haired man, grabbing his arm and pulling him further into your dorm room.

you noticed the way satoru was still huffing and puffing, acting like a bigger child than the actual one standing at the front door.

satoru reluctantly plopped down at the edge of your bed. he was leaning back against his hands with his legs stretched out in front of him.

“ya know that one guy, right?” he starts off vaguely and in a small voice so megumi wouldn’t be able to overhear the conversation, “the assassin from the zen’in clan that attacked geto and me within the jujutsu barrier.”

“…yeah.”

you saw the slight change in satoru’s expression. it was clear he was not too fond of thinking back to that incident, no matter how many times he may try to act tough on the outside and say that it wasn’t that big of a deal.

not that you’d blame him either; you’ve heard a few gruesome rumours about how that fight went down. you weren’t there when it actually happened (hanging out with shoko instead), so you can only ever imagine the pain geto and him went through.

“well, that’s his kid.” satoru answers with a sigh, cocking his head to the right towards megumi standing in the distance.

your jaw almost drops to the floor at the reveal. you looked from megumi to satoru and back, wondering how he had even found the child.

satoru takes off his glasses, playing with them a little before going on to tell the rest of the story.

he tells you about toji’s last words, the sum of money the zen’in clan offered toji for his child to be sold to them, the inherited techniques megumi has and the fact that toji had left megumi alone with his half-sister to fend for themselves.

after the thorough explanation, you sat there silently on your bed, staring at your socks. there truly weren’t any right words to say to all the information given to you. the only thing you confidently could say was that you were feeling sorry for the kids.

“so..” you clear your throat, tilting your head up to see look at satoru, “you’re gonna take care of him now?”

“and his sis, yeah.” satoru shrugs as he puts his glasses back on and runs a hand through his hair.

“i wasn’t not gonna leave the brat behind.” he adds with a sigh, “enough adults have failed him and ‘m not planning on being one of ‘m.”

you smile to yourself as your gaze lingered on the boy next to you. ‘adult’, huh? you thought to yourself.

satoru’s just a teenager himself, though when it comes to taking care of others, he seems more mature than ever. he’s caring, loving and affectionate, all in his own unique way.

satoru finally looked back to see if megumi was still at the front door. to both his and your surprise, the kid had walked further into your spacious room.

your eyes immediately noticed that megumi had politely placed his shoes near the entrance, along with his jacket which was neatly folded on a chair. megumi had great manners and it showed.

“what’cha doin’, kiddo?” satoru asks as he stands up from the bed and walks over to megumi who had taken an interest in the aquarium you had placed in a far corner.

as expected, megumi didn’t react to satoru’s words and just continued to stare at the fish swimming around; his eyes glimmering due to the lights reflecting off the glass.

“don’t ignore me.” satoru scolds the kid while ruffling his black hair. it wasn’t really a scolding, more of a soft and gentle reminder which didn’t hold much meaning.

you join the two and stand next to satoru behind megumi, “do you like the fish?”

“i do.” the first grader nods at your question, making satoru whine as he took great offense at the fact that a small kid was purposely ignoring him.

“oh, so you can respond to her and not me? ‘m feeling, like, suuuper offended right now. can you believe it?” satoru continues his small tantrum with a pout.

judging purely by personality, you could say that megumi was acting the adult part right now.

“grow up, satoru.” you tease with a sigh.

“you’re taking sides!”

there it was; satoru’s one and only defence which you had heard plenty of times before during his many childish arguments. you just giggle at satoru’s pouting and whining, letting him continue complaining to himself.

your eyes focus back on megumi. you couldn’t see his face from the angle you were in, however you caught a quick glimpse of his reflection in the glass of the aquarium.

the kid somehow seemed more at ease now; he even had a small smile on his face. you didn’t know if it was because of satoru’s bickering or due to the enjoyment of watching the fish in the water.

satoru’s voice slowly trailed off once he noticed the kid—who hadn’t smiled once since meeting him— finally show an ounce of joy.

he parted his lips to say something, however was quickly interrupted by you nudging his side with your shoulder as a sign to let megumi enjoy the moment.

the white-haired male shut his mouth immediately and grinned from ear to ear, forgetting his own tantrum as the three of you now silently stared at the small aquarium.

it seemed like megumi had found his forever home.

and it didn’t seem like he was the only one either.

#sttoru writes.#jjk x reader #gojo x reader #jjk fluff #gojo fluff #jjk x you #gojo x you #jjk fic #banner by cafekitsune

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uranometrias · 1 month

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hello aly! 🤎 i saw that you were receiving requests and it's okay if i ask for something about hotch? 🥺 perhaps him falling in love with jack's art teacher, i'm in the mood for something really fluffy because i need comfort haha take care pretty soul!

this is such a sweet ask. and yes that's more than okay, you never have to ask xx it's kind of short, i hope it's still okay, i focused mainly on their first meeting, but i am open to writing more works for this universe.

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"Good morning, bud!" you don't have to fake excitement or enthusiasm as Jack Hotchner bounds into your classroom. You crouch, kneeling so that you're face to face with him, as he practically glows. His smile is so bright you fear you may have to squint as he's quick to jump into your arms, chubby little hands looping around your neck. You tried your best to make every single student that walked through your door feel welcome, but they all weren’t as agreeable as Jack Hotchner was.

The hug is comforting, sweet, and it reminds you why you got up every morning to work for less than you were worth. The joy you instilled in your kids made everything worthwhile. Jack pulls back after a moment, exclaiming that you were squeezing too tight. It makes you chuckle slightly as you brush a bit of stray lint off his shoulders. “Sorry, kiddo! You’re just too stinking cute.” You hum, and you enjoy this part of the job. You adored all of your students.

Hellos at the beginning of the day, and goodbyes as they poured out into the hallways to head to their next class. Specials at your school, which consisted of Art, Music, and Gym, happened on rotation. You had Jack’s class first period, four times out the week. His entire class though, had been angels. Through the year you'd only had about two incidents, and both included students fighting over who's turn it was on paint day. You finally let Jack go with one more squeeze.

He giggles, which is a tell that your hugs weren't all that bad. You're a bit startled when an unfamiliar man steps through the door behind him. He's wearing a collared button up, with jeans, and a matching belt. "Um, excuse me, Sir." you hold a hand up, quickly moving to usher Jack, and the other entering students away from the door. "You can't come in here." you affirm, and you look around to see if there was anything in your direct vicinity that could be used to attack.

You settle on a foam brush, clutching it by it's bristles, as you hold it out towards the man. "Stay back, or I'll-" you look down at the paint brush, and then back at the mystery assailant. "I'll use this, and you won't like it." you assert, and your students are giggling, seemingly amused by the situation. You don't see the humour in it. You'd met every single parent and guardian of your students, and this man had never been there. Which made him a flight risk, a danger.

"I think you've got the wrong idea." the man speaks, and his voice stands out. It's very stern, but not hostile. He has a commanding presence, and he seems to appraise you diligently. You take a look at your hand-print dress, and suddenly feel very childish. You loved your job, mostly because you could dress without much judgement. It wasn't like the kids were going to tell you that you looked childish.

"You can never be too careful." you retort sharply, and you readjust your grip on your paint brush. You hoped you looked a bit intimidating, but you wouldn't count on it. "And I don't see a visitor's badge." you add a second after. "Jack, come this way." you prompt, and he seems to stall. He looks from you to the man and back again. He was conflicted, for starters he had his father, his hero standing on one side. And you, his favorite teacher of all time on the other.

"Bye-bye, Daddy." and his choice is made, the small child waving his hand boldly before he's rushing off to his desk, and you're stuck. Aaron, is surprised. Eyes trailing after his son with that feeling every parent has when they realize their child is growing up. It forces a puff of air to escape him, as his eyes quickly flit back to you. His eyebrows raise, dark eyes swimming as realization sets in. Usually Jack was dropped off by his Aunt Jessica Brooks, she was a lovely lady.

She'd mentioned Jack's parental situation. How his mother had passed a few years back, and how his father had a demanding job. You'd given up on ever laying eyes on the man. "You're Mr..." you trail off as your voice cracks obnoxiously. "You're Jack's dad?" you ask, and he lets out a quiet laugh, one that's more a nose exhale than anything else. It's a fitting sort of laugh, you hardly expected the man to be the type to guffaw or even chuckle in an ugly sort of way.

"Not that you can tell by the way he took off." he retorts, and there's still an amusement that rests in his tone. "Aaron," he finally introduces. "Hotchner." he finishes, hand shooting out. It must have been habitual. You didn't know much about the FBI, but you did know that they were sticklers, stone serious. You'd done a project on greatest heroes, and Jack had managed a piece that consisted of a JJ, Prentiss, Garcia, Morgan, Rossi, and Reid. They'd been paired up with a piece that was solely his dad, his superhero. His favorite.

"I'm Jack's teacher." you introduce, as if that didn't go without saying. You reach forward with your free hand, allowing his palm to press against yours. His shake is firm, but you're surprised at how nice his hands feel. There's this spark, a feeling of lightning zigzagging from him to you, and it makes you leap back, paint brush clattering to the ground. The class seems to get lost in the mishap, watching with bated breath for what would possibly come next.

Aaron doesn't bat an eye as he bends down, crouching to pluck the brush up from the ground. He looks bemused, standing back to his full height as he holds your weapon of choice out towards you. "You should be more careful. It's a pretty dangerous weapon in the right hands." and he's making a joke. You find yourself gobsmacked, it was too much for him to be charismatic, and attractive. No, he had to pick one or the other. Still, you grab the brush, despite your fear of sparking again.

"You just got lucky you were vetted by the right kid." you offer your own sort of joke, and his smile makes you proud on the inside.

"I'm sorry for the late appearance." he changes the subject, but it doesn't feel forced or charged. "I meant to get here sooner so that I could lay eyes on Jack's favorite teacher..." you feel proud at the compliment. "You're all he talks about when his day is done." he adds, and you're turning to look at Jack. The kids were separated at their tables, multicolored smocks already on their bodies. They were more than ready for the day. "But as I'm sure you're aware, my job can sometimes keep that from happening." he says and you nod.

"Jess did mention you had a hectic schedule with your job, I understand." your hand waves tiredly, brushing off his apologies. You didn't need them, not when it was so clear that Jack adored his father. And it was more than clear that Jack was Aaron's world. "I'm just glad you finally got here." and you try not to sound as breathless as you feel. "It's important for teachers and parents to be on the same page." you prompt, and Aaron's head nods. You don't know if he really believes you or if it's all politics in a way.

"I couldn't have said it better myself." and he looks so sincere. He's staring at your face intently, and you feel self conscious, blinking too much to be normal. "You've got a little..." and he's motioning towards you. Mortification is the only thing you feel as you run through your morning routine. You'd scrubbed your tongue and teeth thrice before leaving the house. You'd cleaned out any evidence of sleep from your eyes, so what exactly could be out of order.

You swipe frantically at your face and nose, hoping it wasn't something that would make you look like a dunce or a fool in front of Aaron. He chuckles a bit as he extends a hand. "Uh, may I?" he asks, and you're nodding before you should be. It's almost instantaneous the way he's cupping your chin, tilting you head, and dragging his thumb over your cheek. He removes his hand a second later, you could almost pretend it didn't happen. That is, until he's swiping paint on his jeans. Damn, you were such an idiot.

You'd been prepping paint stations for your lesson on symbolism. You must have forgotten to clean up your face before the first bell rang signaling the day's beginning. "That's so embarrassing." you exclaim, and another student is entering the classroom, quickly hugging your side, as you offer an awkward wave to another parent. You squeeze the girl a bit, before she's bounding off to her seat.

"You know, I think it builds character." Aaron promises, and you snort. "Besides, it was kinda intimidating." he's lying, and you know it. He's trying to make you feel less shameful about it. "Anyone looking to mess with your class is in for it." and you're certain your face is visible exposing your humiliation, and subsequent embarrassment at the hands of one of your student's parent.

"Enough, enough." you plead, and here's where you get a full laugh. It's handsome just like everything else about him. "Your sarcasm's far from helpful." you huff, and you're dragging your hand over the same place he'd touched. It tingles as you drag your hands down, and you hope for your sanity Jess is back tomorrow. Garnering a foolish infatuation for your student was the last thing you wanted to happen.

"I'll do my best to keep that in mind for next time." he replies. The bell chirps overhead, a signal that class needed to begin. "Don't work too hard." he prompts, and your heart stutters in your chest. You feel like a fool, he was just being nice, a gentleman like his job required him to be.

"I'll try my best." you promise, and he smiles at you like he's pleased.

"I'll see you later, bud!" and he's addressing Jack, who ignores protocol. He bounds across the room to offer his dad a big hug, he squeezes him tight, Aaron hugging him back maybe tighter. It's sweet, but you feel like you're intruding.

"Say bye-bye to daddy, Miss L/N." Jack pleads, and you blink.

Bye daddy. And you scold your horrid mind. Jack's waiting expectantly, and it seems his father is as well.

"Goodbye, Mr. Hotchner." you huff out, and he's smirking.

"Goodbye, Miss L/N." he matches your exasperated tone. And then he's leaving, and you're heaving a sigh of relief. Jack's going back to his seat, face just as smug as it could be for someone his age. It takes you a second to float back to Earth, staring at the doorway like he'd come back, but he doesn't. You inhale sharply, good riddance. You shuffle slowly to the door, shutting it as you soon address your class.

"We're gonna talk about Symbolism today." you announce, and the kids who were far from listening finally take you in. "Does anyone want to take a guess as to what Symbolism is?" you question, and a flurry of hands shoot up in the air. There's one girl, little Mary, who looks like she's doing the pee pee dance as she tries to get you to choose her. So you do, "Go ahead and give it a shot, Mary."

"Miss L/N, are you gonna marry Jack's dad?"

Maybe today was the wrong day for paint and symbolism.

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lilacsbeeswax · 2 years

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For regulus x potter reader maybe write something about how regulus shows up to the potters in the middle of the night like how Sirius did and he only asks for the reader bc he’s very upset but they didn’t want to make their relationship public so James is like wtf

Name: Safety

Pairing: Regulus Black x Fem!Potter!Reader

Fluff

Warnings: secret relationship, language, written during 3 separate 12 am writing sessions, kinda bad ending, possible inaccuracy, Regulus and Sirius’ parents :(, crying, use of Y/n, running away

Notes: I love the requests you sent in they are both beautiful and make me want to burst into tears right on spot. I hope you enjoy! 💕

“Alright kiddos,” My dad groans as he gets up from his spot on the couch, “I’m gonna go to bed. You can stay up a bit longer but, please, don’t cause harm to anything, okay?”

“Yeah, James, no more fires,” I quip, jokingly scowling at my older brother.

“That was one time!” James cries, obviously offended.

“I’m talking to you too, Y/n Potter, you both bring chaos into this house and I’m not looking to put out another fire at 3 in the morning,” Dad replies as he exits the room.

I turn to James and then look towards the pile of board and card games that we’ve collected over the years, “Uno?” I ask.

“Obviously,” He answers with a smirk.

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“Oh! You bitch!” James yells as I set down a wild draw four, forcing him to add 4 more cards to his 18 others.

knock... knock... knock... A rap sounds from the front door making both of our heads turn, who could be here at this time of night?

“I’ll get it,” James sighs as he stands up. “Grab your wand in case it’s a murderer and I need backup.”

I roll my eyes at his dramatics, but grab my wand from the side table nonetheless. These days you never know who could be lurking around the corner.

In the entryway, the front door creaks, and I hear James exclaim with a strange amount of abhorrence in his tone, “What are you doing here?”

The voice that follows makes me stand up and I have to physically restrain myself from running straight toward it. I, instead, creep to the door overhearing every strained word, “I just need to see Y/n. I have to see her, please.”

I turn the corner to see Regulus Black standing on the covered porch with tear-stained cheeks and dark circles under his eyes. He looks at me and his eyes light up, like a child receiving candy. He steps forward but stops himself from going any further obviously contemplating whether or not he should step in.

“Regulus? Are you okay?” I ask, rushing over to him and grabbing his face with both hands, searching for any sign of harm. He sets his hand onto one of my own and leans his forehead against mine. He takes a deep breath and closes his eyes, seemingly relieved.

“I’m so sorry, I just can’t do this without you,” He says as his voice quivers.

“It’s alright, lovey,” I reply, moving the hand he isn’t holding to run my fingers through his curls. “You can always come to me and I will be there, I promise.”

I lean in and kiss his lips savoring every second of the closeness. When we separate, I move to pull him into a long hug, his body is tense but melts into mine. It may be cliche but it feels like it’s only the two of us at this moment, unfortunately, it is not. James clears his throat and inquires, “What the fuck is happening?”

I separate from Regulus and step in front of him watching James shut the front door and walk back to the living room. We follow and observe him as he drops himself onto the couch and runs a hand over his face. James utters, “Well, are either of you going to explain, or do I just have to assume?”

“Well,” I begin, nervous for James’s reaction, “Regulus and I have been- well… dating for the past year or so.”

James opens his mouth as I try to speak but immediately closes it again, he repeats the cycle until he states, “Okay. Why are you here then, Black?”

“I, uh, it got really bad at Grimmauld Place earlier,” Regulus replies, looking down towards his feet. “I didn’t mean to intrude.”

“Where’s Sirius?” James asks quickly, more worried about his best friend than anyone else.

“I don’t know, he didn’t come home last night, he only left behind a note that said, ‘later bitches’. They didn’t believe me when I told them I don’t know where he went,” Regulus answers grimly, I grab his hand when I notice his eyes start watering.

“Alright, don’t think we’re done talking about this, because we’re not, but I’m gonna go look for Sirius. Get him some tea or something and don’t be gross, I’ll be back soon,” James sighs and runs to the fireplace. Regulus and I observe as he grabs a handful of Floo powder and steps in. He slams the powder down and exclaims an address then immediately disappears leaving behind only ash and green flames.

I sit down on the couch with Regulus and bring him into a big bear hug, knowing he didn’t like initiating affection but needed some for the moment. He buries his face into my neck and breathes in deeply. I feel hot tears slowly drip onto my skin but I do nothing but move a hand up to his curls.

“Thank you for being here,” Regulus mumbles.

I respond, “I will always be here, my love for you is eternal.”

He leans back looking me in the eyes, “I will forever love you, Y/n. You are the stars in my galaxy.” I look into his red-rimmed, glossy eyes smiling at him. He chuckles, “If he wasn’t so worried about Sirius, James would be kicking my ass right about now.”

“I hope that he would keep the ass-kicking to a minimum,” I laugh, knowing the worst James would do is ignore me for a few hours until giving up because he got bored. “Besides I’d save you from him.”

“Would you now?” He entertains, life coming back to his features as we talk.

“Of course, I love you too much to let you be ended by, James, of all people.”

“Merlin, what are we going to do?” Regulus groans, “By the time they get here Sirius and James will have decided whether they will speak to us ever again.”

“We will do what we’ve been doing this entire time, this is none of their business,” I quip, “Besides, you’re staying here from now on whether they like it or not.”

“Really?” He questions, “Can I?”

“Of course, I’ll talk to my mom and we’ll sort it out. You will never have to go back there again,” I reply, strength filling my words.

I don’t ask what happened that night, but based on the past I can infer what he’s been through. If I can help it, I will never Regulus go through that again.

I never did.

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just-some-random-blogger · 6 months

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Hello, can I request a dream x reader where reader is his girlfriend and she gets pregnant and how they would both deal with that situation. Maybe a scene with there daughter years later

Aisle 43

Pettiness knows no bounds, especially when you're one of the Endless. This means that if a toddler is what's standing in Dream's way, then it's still very much fair game.

Dream of the Endless x Reader | 800+ | cw: fem!reader, pregnant!reader, vague themes of pregnancy/motherhood, jealousy, super-megapetty!Dream of the Endless, Matthew the 'I'm just happy to be here' Raven, fluff, typos, etc.

A/N: hi my love... i may have totally forgotten I had this in my drafts asfhasfha;sfhasfh sorreh. I JUST DID A DRABBLE BECAUSE MY BRAIN IS MELTING CURRENTLY. I HOPE YOU LIKE IT <3

Tagging: @pinksirensong @aralezinspace @sloanexx @deniixlovezelda @shadow-pancake9

I hum as I make my way out of the soup aisle. The little girl that's been following me around the supermarket tugs at my hand repeatedly. I look down at her and she immediately points, "cereal?"

I turn to the pink cereal box she wanted and flatten my lips into a smile, "sorry, kiddo, you're gonna have to-"

"Why are you with a child?"

Both said child and I look up and see a darkly dressed man in the middle of two shelves with brightly colored items. The girl that barely reached my hips looks up at the dark silhouette then grabs my hand. She mumbles, "nightmare."

Said nightmare raises a brow. It was almost as if a dark haze began to form around him. A raven swoops down and lands on his shoulder.

In stark juxtaposition, Matthew the raven chirpily greets me and adds, "mind getting me some cornflakes?"

I push my cart forward, drawing near both them, and the item. I grab the cornflakes and go to the side of the sullen looking being. I tilt my head, "Dream?"

Dream, who has not torn his gaze away from the child, finally spares me a glance. I free my hand of the cornflakes, dropping into my cart, and use it to cup his cheek. His expression softens.

My other hand, still being tugged by the baby girl, is now tucked behind me. She peeps cautiously from my shoulder.

"I'm going grocery shopping with my coworker."

"Your coworker is a child?" Dream says with a hurt expression.

I make a face but sigh. Suddenly, the dull pain on my back is blatant. I rub my round belly that was the cause of it, "yeah. Beatrice is a prodigy. She does our work better than anyone in the department."

Dream frowns and deflates even more.

I raise my brows.

Matthew croaks as he cocks his head. He whispers, "he's been upset that you haven't been sleeping properly."

"You've not been in my realm for ages," Dream knits his brows tightly, "yet here you are with a child that is not even your own."

When Dream comes close to touch me, Beatrice whimpers and pulls me back. She panics, "nightmare! Nightmare!"

The strength of the child is not enough to make me fall back, but it is enough to make me lose my balance. I feel myself slowly lose my footing. Dream grabs me before anything happens though.

The glare that he throws at Beatrice makes her instantly clamor.

If her wailing wasn't enough to make me panic, then it was when she ran away. I turn to run after her, but Dream grabs my arm before I can get anywhere.

"Let me go!" I snap.

"But-"

"I can't lose my coworkers kid!"

"Don't worry!" Matthew takes off, "I'll keep an eye on her."

I watch as Matthew soars above the aisles and then look back down to glare at Dream. I pull my arm out of his grip, "you terrified a four year old."

Dream glares back, "she was stealing you away."

I am flabbergasted. "You literally put a baby inside me!" I motion to my baby bump and give an exasperated look, "yet you're intimidated by a 40 pound little girl- who, by the way, barely even makes up a fraction of how old you are."

He does not argue with this. He has no argument with it. Instead, he mumbles, "you dreamed of her when you napped."

I roll my eyes, "and how many times have I dreamed of you, my lord?"

He turns away, eyes landing on my belly. He pouts and stares a moment before he rubs it, "I do not enjoy when I must share your dreams with others."

The idea is equal parts exhausting, irrational, and somehow darling.

"What if I dream about our baby?" I raise a brow.

He lifts his eyes. He looks like he actually was mentally debating in that split second it took for him to reply. Dream speaks, "I would be willing to share with the blood of my blood."

I scoff and roll my eyes yet again.

He kisses my temple. A part of my hard expression chips away. I offer him an exasperated look.

Dream makes a face, "was I too much?"

I nod.

"I've got good news and bad news," Matthew calls as he swoops down, "good news, Beatrice found her mom and stopped crying!"

I release a sigh of relief.

"Bad news, she may be traumatized for life, because when a man wearing a black trench coat passed by, she started breaking down all over again."

My relief evaporates and I shoot a hard glare at Dream before pushing him out of the way. I drag my cart along with me as I walk off to look for them.

Matthew perches on the edge of the cart, "oooh, mind if we get some sunflower seeds too?"

"Not at all, my love."

Dream grumbles upon hearing this and watches as we take a turn on the candy aisle.

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01/22/2024 Daily Recap

Hey all! It's been a long day huh? I wanna apologize ahead of time, whatever sickness my kiddo had last week finally got me so I'm not feeling terribly well. I'm gonna do my best to articulate todays events for ya!

===Renew As A Crew====

So the very first thing I want to touch on today is updates from @renewasacrew. As you may have heard, they were going to be changing leadership as the shift in priorities changed from renewing to saving OFMD. That being said, the leadership change happened over this weekend with some hiccups (I don't know what the hiccups were entirely and I'm not going to speculate, if you wanna delve down that twitter hole you can, but having been in it for today I'd recommend against it for your mental health, and we don't want to be drawing a bunch of media attention to it) there's a lot of confusing information, and as we know things can get conflated fast if we don't have all the pieces to the puzzle-- let's not speculate and wait for the to come out with more info.

So what I'm focusing on today is @renewasacrew's message to please give them some time and practice some patience while they get back up and running. This also includes anyone you happen to know on twitter working with them, for example: @TheCozyPirate. Let's give them some grace, they've been steering us well so far.

The good news is, several folks, on tumblr: @iamadequate1, @quirkysubject, @asgardian--angels, On twitter: @havethisonelife @yougotoofast @Lcmwriter100, we have all we need to keep going for a few days while things get ironed out. (If I forgot someone please let me know, sorry I am half awake tonight)-- see the HOW CAN YOU HELP section below.

One thing I will mention-- we are moving so very fast right now. It's only been 13 days since the announcement that OFMD wasn't renewed, and we've accomplished SO MUCH. So when there's a lull, it's going to feel like things are standing still and maybe something is going wrong. Don't fall into despair, that's just how things go with negotiations. Take a break, take a breath, and just keep on Polite Menacing until we hear more from the leadership team.

===How can you help?===

**Go to visit the DAILY RENEWAL TASK LIST there's lots of ideas and ways you can help! Have more? Shoot me a dm! I'm happy to add stuff!**

*Note: To our international fans, I promise I'm working on a write up for you as well I've just been sick today and have been able to finish!*

Something new today-- a lot of you have expressed your desire to help in the @renewasacrew efforts. Well if you did-- and still want to, now you can volunteer! Many thanks to @redshiftsinger for getting this up so quick!

Please visit their survey: Volunteer Intake form and fill out how you may be able to help!

=== Cast and Crew Sightings ===

As if on cue, Chaos dad reached out to everyone on twitter today to express some encouragement!

He also saw we were at 77K and posted his astonishment!

Some folks have been a bit weary about his vagueness today, but as we know, Daddy Jenkins is the king of vague-- and he has to be! If there are contracts in the works, he can't be hinting at things. Don't lose hope!

===Samson Kayo ===

Our beloved Oluwande updated his IG with some pictures and a message. If you have IG I'm sure he'd appreciate some love!

Next up was our favorite Captain, Rhys Darby, promoting a fellow comic @jamesroguecomedy over on IG!

And our pirate queen Ruibo Qian was making posts about saving ofmd and fanart about Zheng! Featuring folks you probably know around tumblr: @mistysblueboxstuff and @tsutsu_ya over on twitter

=REMINDER: Cross Fandom Watch Party! on 01/23/2024 1 PM PT, 4PM ET=

Looks like there's gonna be some cross fandom watch parties on twitter you're welcome to tune in for Jan 23-26 on twitter. They'll be watching good omens in an effort to try and get engagement up with PrimeVideo. It sounds like it'll be similar to the LubeAsACrew but with Good Omens fans! Thank you to @Dandeebakes on Twitter for getting these organised!

Hashtags to use: #PirateOmens #AdoptOurCrew #SaveOFMD, and helps to @PrimeVideo

===Articles===

New article, but take it with a grain of salt, see @TheCozyPirate's message:

Our Flag Means Death's marketing was concerned about the shock of violence in the show

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Alright lovelies. Here we are again, I told you it'd be quick. Today was very very very busy. Take a break and get some sleep ya? Lean on your crew, we are here to support each other. I'll end with a quote from Tolkien (it being all of us in your crew):

"May it be a light to you in dark places, when all other lights go out."

Tonight picture features Taika and his "I love you eyes" at Rhys. Thats me, I'm Taika, I love you all.

PS: Idk why this isnt showing up in my recaps repository but ill figure it out in the morning.

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I arise from the void! *slams down post* Enjoy! *crawls back into void*

Spring Ache

Summary: With Spring melting away the cold of winter you were ready to get to work, however Techno was not…

Characters: Techno x Reader

Relationship: Parental/platonic

Pronouns: Unspecified/kept neutral

Today’s gonna be a good day. With the cold of winter finally starting to melt away you were more then ready to get things ready for farming, while you did mostly work with weapons you enjoyed dabbling in other activities like farming, keeps you self sufficient and sharp to your surroundings. Not to mention you now had a little helper with you this time… or you would if he’d hurry up and get downstairs already.

“Techno! We’ve got a long day ahead of us, I need you down here.” You call, after a minute with no response worry starts to creep in. You upstairs and knock on his door. “Techno? Is everything alright?” Only a muffled whimper is heard, you quickly open the door to see him holding his jaw in pain. You kneel down and motion for him to approach, when he does you just lightly touch his jaw and he flinches away in pain, very abnormal.

“I’ll be right back, I’m gonna check something real quick.” You stand again and leave the room, you start looking through various bookshelves in hopes of finding something that could help. Old texts… fairytales… ah hah! Research notes on the Nether, it’s a bit of an outdated book now but it should have enough information for the time being. Flipping through most of it until you reach the section about piglins, proceeding to skim through it. You mumble aloud as you read through the section, finally finding what you were looking for.

“Our investigation has shown immature piglin’s start growing out their tusks between the young years of 6-10. Observed to be painful as they must outgrow the infant tusks. Many of the young seem to favour a certain mushroom native to the Nether at this time, acting as some type of numbing agent.” You look though the rest of the page and sigh, as helpful as the information is they never clarified which type of mushroom was used to help. Not that it mattered, Techno didn’t seem in any condition for a trip and you were certainly not going to just leave him here alone. You settle for a more human approach to the problem, sitting him back on his bed and handing him a bag of ice, he eyes you questionably.

“Don’t give me that, mister. When people get bad toothaches we usually numb the pain with some ice, you’ll also only be eating soft foods for a bit so you don’t hurt jaw more.” You hear him sigh, displeased. “I’ll make you some mashed potatoes.” Instantly he perks up again, you chuckle at this. “Alright, you try to relax for I bit, okay. Once this is over we’ll go back to our regularly scheduled routine.” He nods and you ruffle his hair, to his dismay, stepping away to get started on those mashed potatoes.

A week later and your garden is coming along great, showing signs of sprouting already. Phil had come by to visit a couple days ago, more then happy to give you a hand once you explained what was happening, sadly Kristen had to say back, apparently their own child was being rowdy, something about sand. With the extra hand you were able to check in with Techno more, switching ice packs when they melted and making sure he still had something to do, his jaw may have been hurting but that didn’t mean he couldn’t do anything. Today, while spreading some fresh bonemeal you hear someone approach, looking over to see Techno.

“Hey kiddo. Wanna help spread the rest of this on the carrots for me?” You smirk when he gives you an annoyed look.

“Do I have too.” He drones, you roll your eyes.

“Farming is just as important as fighting. Also those tusks are looking great.” You quickly add the last part. Techno looks at you confused, you summon your sword as it was the quickest reflective you had and let him see the newly grown in tusks.

“Whoa. So that’s why my mouth feels weird.” He inspects himself.

“I’m sure you’ll get used to them soon enough. Now about those carrots.”

“Yeah, I’m going.” He gives a light huff and takes some bonemeal from you, you smile. Yup, today’s gonna be a good day.

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orchid-mantis-petals · 5 months

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WHEN HOME BECOMES YOU CHAPTER 6

/ Hi, Hola. I am absolutely covered in cat hair. Both my kiddos are shedding and had decided to literally pile on me while I tried to work out this chapter..Oh..yeah..CHAPTER 6 IS FINALLY HERE..MY EYES NEED A BREAK..

/ As always a HUGE thank you to my two besties @maximumkillshot and @taeminsung for providing love and inspiration to me throughout this fic. Your support and love are what keeps this going.

/ Genre: Angst, Fluff, comfort, a touch of crack.

/ Warnings: Anxiety, nightmares, yelling, screaming, food, oh and as always cursing..

/ Summary:

“Y/N, my darling, oh little dove there is no reason to cry. You belong to me. Now come here, come to me,” his hand a vice in your hair as he dragged your face close to his. The soft tone of his voice was a lie, his other hand came to clasp over your jaw as he forced you to look him in the eye. “Don’t you see dovey, you belong to me,” you whimpered as you moved your hands to wrap around his wrist. Both of your hands worked to envelop his hand that held your jaw. With a tug you found his pressure point he let go with a yelp. You scrambled to your feet, the hard wood slipped against your socks as you tried to get away. You didn’t get far, in the inches you gained he snagged you by your ankle the force of his grip was sure to bruise you as you collided with the floor. His hands over you once more. He laughed as you cried in agony. “Beg for me Dovey!! Beg for my fucking mercy!!” He spat in your face fist wrapped in your hair.

Your heart ricocheted in your chest as you sat up out of bed. Ever since Japan your nightmares have had more frequent appearances. In between schedules you managed to get your number changed in hopes further contact with him would cease. Though it didn’t help the anxiety that seemed to rise. Tears pricked your waterline at the frustration. In your desperation you screamed at the top of your lungs. You were sure your neighbors would send in a complaint about you but you didn’t care. The sheer pressure of it all seeped out of you as your scream turned into a sob. No matter how hard you willed all of the pain surfaced through your cries. Your hands began to claw at your throat as you willed yourself to calm the fuck down. In your bed you rocked forward and back as tears spotted the sheets below your body. The world around you blurred as the salt water invaded your vision. Beside you your phone buzzed. But you didn’t hear it. Not while your chest tightened with the effort to try and bring in air. Finally with a choked gasp your body relented its torment against you. You began to breathe again, your sobs grew louder with the effort to breathe. This time when your phone buzzed you heard it. A sweet picture of you and Lix from Japan flashed over your screen. You willed your voice to calm before you slid your finger over the accept button.

“Hello??” Your voice wasn’t as even as you hoped, and the sniffle you let out didn’t add to your cause.

“Starlight?? Are you crying??” He’d done it now, with a shaky inhale you squeaked and affirmation. “Oh sweet thing, what's wrong??” Korea was your new start. There was no way you would drag them into your mess that had tried to follow you here.

“It’s nothing Lix. Just a bad dream,” you didn’t lie, evaded the overall question maybe. But you didn’t lie.

“Well, then I guess my call is well timed. Jinnie and I want to take you out and spoil you a little!!” Ever since Japan Hyunjin had become a friend to you. During breaks he would play with your hair or like Felix, he chose to stick close to your side. With the two of them Han also wasn’t far behind. Shyer and more reserved but he was always keen to speak to you. Changbin too, though it seemed Japan had changed his overall shy demeanor near you. Like Hyunjin, if he could, he'd stick close to you. Talk to you, Felix and Hyunjin made that hard sometimes the pair enjoyed your company so much they tended to monopolize your time between schedules or during breaks.

“Lixie..” the Australian insisted you used that nickname like the rest of his friends.

“Please, don’t say no. We’re already kinda here,” fuck..you weren’t ready for them. Let alone company at all. With a heavy sigh you slid from your bed. The sheets tangled around your legs in your fight for freedom from him in your sleep.

“I’ll buzz you up,” you relented as you walked to the intercom system at your front door. You hit the combo to open the front door and let them up into the building. Part of you regretted letting them have the address to your studio but it was too late now you supposed. When you opened the front door for them their shock was evident. Felix cocked his head at you, your face still red, a little blotchy from your tears. He scooped you up in one of his usual sunshine hugs easing the last of the tension that resided in your muscles. Hyunjin on the other hand, had this awkward look of disgust at the overall barrenness of your apartment. You had one small crappy couch, a bed and a night table. But really that was it. His eyes darted around casting the obvious side eye toward the unknowns of your apartment.

“You’d think no one lives here,” he covered his mouth the moment he said it not having meant to. His filter was all but nonexistent sometimes. “Sorry,” he relaxed at your chuckle.

“It’s alright Hyunjin, I don't own much. Those three boxes are all I really have,” you pointed to the tiny stack of boxes tucked away in a corner. Much like they were at Axel’s when they were in America. Hyunjin cast a look to Felix, the smaller of the two lifted his brows at the other. “Right while the two of you have your strange telepathic conversation I’m going to get dressed,” you slipped upstairs holding the hem of your sleep shirt down, having realized you didn’t really have pants on. You hadn’t thought to put any on your company was unexpected.

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Felix watched you disappear into the loft section of your apartment out of their sight. “Jinnie I’m worried,” when he turned around he found the taller had already begun to rummage through the small boxes you had pointed at earlier.

“About what Lix??” Felix stood at the taller blonde's side as he poked around at the contents within. His worries were disregarded for a moment. When the older looked up, the things in his hands were all but forgotten. “What’s got you upset??”

“Y/N she was crying earlier,” ever the empath when another was in pain Felix felt it too. When he heard your soft sniffle over the phone the slight wobble in your voice he knew something was wrong. Your time with them hadn’t been long. A month at most. But in that time you fit into their lives with ease. The day at the airport was proof enough to Felix that you were an asset to his beloved family. He’d hoped to get to know you, but you had been such a mystery to them. Even Changbin seemed to struggle to find out about who you were. You let them know the little nuances, hobbies, and foods you desired. But your family, friends, and life back in America they knew nothing of. Sure, most of them were the nosy type, case and point Hyunjin. Yet there was something that nagged at Felix when he heard you cry on the phone.

“Let her come to us Bokkie,” it was simple as that, unlike he was, you were closed off. Your pages were yet open for him to see. Hyunjin was right. You needed time to trust them. Whatever happened in America left a big scar over your heart, a mar in your trust. Felix vowed he would find a way to open you up to them. Prove to you that whatever happened in America was not here in Korea. Like a stray cat he needed to be gentle as he approached. “Today is a good start,”

“You’re right Jinnie,” he sighed as he leaned over the taller blonde to see what he had in his hands. Photos, most of which weren’t framed. Faces he didn’t know, parts of you he had yet to learn. Deep amongst the untouched carelessness that was the first box they found a framed photo. In it was you they recognized, your hair shorter than it was now, done up in some pretty way. Beside you a man, unfamiliar. It had been the only photo of him in the box. Seeing this man, the way he stood so close to you made Felix uneasy. He didn’t know why, but truly he wasn’t at all entranced with the idea of you being close to him. He wasn’t remarkable, eyes green, brows thick and full. Untamed hair in thick spirals, an auburn color easy to see in the sunlight that cast behind you both. The photo was well kept, the frame had seen better days. The top corner chipped, a thick piece of if missing from where it held together. In it the glass had cracked. It was the way it shattered that Felix could tell something hadn’t been right. He saw it in the spider’s web that crept across the photo. Its cracks creeped along severing the odd perfection of the photo that lay behind it.

“Why do you have that,” your voice a mere whisper, your steps so quiet Felix hadn’t even heard you come down from the loft. It wasn’t a question you asked. He knew it in the way you looked at them. Your eyes wide, lips set tight in a line. They had gone too far. And he knew it. “WHY THE FUCK DO YOU HAVE THAT?!?!” You screamed, he would have called it a yell. Would have, had he not heard the desperation behind your words, the shift in octave. Hyunjin was shocked, Felix could tell he was ready to shout back until he saw you.

“I’m sorry, we didn’t mean to pry,” the taller male settled the photo back into its box with the rest of your belongings. But it was too late, Felix could see the damage they had caused right in front of his eyes. He watched it all unfold in seconds. The moment your eyes caught the framed photo in Hyunjin’s hand your shoulders quirked up tension set within them. At your side Felix watched your hands wrap into small fists as the trembling began to overtake them, your knuckles white with the efforts you took to keep them closed. He could see fear mixed with anxiety overtook you in seconds. Your eyes wide rimmed red as tears filled your lash line. You worked hard to try and blink them back. But he saw, he knew. It was all too familiar to him. The unsettled feeling of suffering that threatened to eclipse whatever else in the world mattered. The light in your eyes dimmed, you weren’t with them, he could tell. Trapped in the hellscape of your head he watched as a choked sob silently wracked through your chest. Your small hands made fists of your hair as you rocked in place.

“Oh starlight,” he hushed as he stepped into your space. He didn’t touch, not until you told him it was okay. “Hey there Starlight can you hear me??” The whimper that left your throat all but broke his heart. “I’m here. Lixie is here,” he called to you. His voice was low and sweet as he guided you back to earth, back to him. One look at your teary eyes had him surging forward to hug you. When you didn’t protest he held tighter. Soon your hands wrapped around him he moved to rub your back until he felt your shoulders ease some. “There we go sweet Starlight,”

“I’m so sorry you had to see that,” you said, your face still tucked into his chest.

“It’s okay love, no judgment here. Han and I both struggle with anxiety,” At his admittance he felt you relaxed more to his touch until finally your body sagged against him.

“I’m sorry Cindy, I shouldn’t have looked through your things,”

“It’s okay Hyunjin, just please don’t do it again,” Felix let you go, though he was reluctant to. He watched as you carefully wandered to the open box your eyes scanned the photo that had set it all in motion. He watched with careful eyes how you flinched the moment you touched it. As though the glass had snagged your skin. But it hadn’t, it was the entire photo, broken frame and all that seemed to draw unease within you. Felix didn’t let you out of his sight, worried you’d fall back into the darkness of your mind. Quickly you covered the photo, he wondered what you would do with it when they left you alone. He worried, scared to think of you having to experience those emotions, the pain that the photo seemed to bring you all on your own. He hoped you’d reach out to him. Ask for help, but it was clear from earlier you were used to being alone. It was evident in the way you slipped away from them so easily. It caused Felix to feel his heart shatter for you. With you. He wished with all his might that you would come to him. He was snapped from his thoughts when you tucked your pinky into his, your smile small, but there nonetheless.

“Thank you Lixie, for calming me,” now was his chance

“You never have to thank me Starlight. I am always here to help. No matter what,” he’d hoped you would listen. Truly listen to him. That if you ever needed him he’d be there for you. No questions asked. Your smile seemed to prove that some part of his words made it to you. He saw the light return to you, return to his starlight.

“I say we go get breakfast, then we spoil you rotten Miss Cindy. As an apology for snooping,”

“I thought the goal was a shopping spree anyway,” Felix squealed with delight when you relented to letting them spoil you. “Oh!! Lix your clothes I need to give them back,” he tightened his pinky around yours as he shook his head. He wasn’t about to let you go. Not when you came to him.

“Those are for you. Keep them. You looked prettier in them anyway,”

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Hyunjin had seen anxiety, he’d seen it through Han. Even through Felix. But those were people who were familiar to him. His family, one he helped cultivate and create through the years. Over time he prided himself on having known the ins and outs of what may trigger the sunshine twins anxiety. You, however, were a complete mystery to him. Aside from your fierce need to protect them, which was your job. He didn’t know much about you. He along with Felix had hoped a peek into your apartment would be a look into your life. A chance to better know you. To his surprise your home was a barren expanse of even further mystery. A blank canvas over a blank canvas. That is how he found himself as he rummaged through what little you owned piled away for later concerns. When you screamed at him he was ready to fight back. Give you his all, but the look in your eyes he recognized.

Your fear was written out for him and Felix to see, eyes wide brimmed with tears. In that instant he froze. Your anxiety was foreign to Hyunjin. Unlike his boys he didn’t know how to help as your shaky hands gripped the hair around your temples. He was thankful for Felix. The younger guided you through the anguish that settled over your body. He saw it, a clouded haze surrounded you like a cloak. It enveloped your entire being, and for a moment he feared it would take you away from them.

His attachment, his curiosity over you was odd, even to himself. Hyunjin didn’t often bother staff. It was their job to take care of them. He was friendly, professional, and kind to everyone. But you, when he saw your face that day in the practice room, his heart nearly stopped. Yeah, maybe it had something to do with the fact that you kicked one of his members in the chest. But maybe there was more to it. Japan was proof of that. Even if it was your job, the way in which you protected his family, the way you put yourself in harm's way to make sure they were safe..It did something to Hyunjin. He wanted to get close to you, at first under the guise of making sure that his boys were truly safe with you. Then, you showed them part of you. He saw it in his hotel room.

The way you marveled at their attention, shy under his brush strokes. It was cute, he could see you blossom under their gazes. That was when he placed his emotions. The unknowns of who you were to him, the further away you seemed to keep them, the more he wanted to know. You would become his family too. You protected them so seamlessly he began to wonder was there anyone who protected you?? It seemed the answer to his question was no. Over breakfast you don't speak much. Barely ate even, remnants of your anxiety painted your actions thoroughly. Felix urged you to take a couple bites, just a few. With his guidance you managed. For that he was proud. Then finally he piped up, his heart couldn’t handle seeing you, his strong brave Cindy so lost in your head. His approach was odd, similar to how he would approach I.N, but he had to try.

“Knock, knock,” he reached over the breakfast table, his fist slowly came to rest against your head twice in time with his words.

“Hyunjin!!” Felix cried, his small hand wrapped around his wrist to pull him back. He stared at Felix, his eyes narrowed to look at the Aussie, eyebrows furrowed as his shoulders shrugged. The entirety of him read as ‘What the fuck was I supposed to do??’

‘Not that!!’ the tiny shake of the smaller blonde's head indicative of maybe he had made the wrong choice. But soon, the table filled with your laughter, light and soft. Hyunjin felt as though he was in spring, under the cherry blossom trees as their delicate petals fell to the earth below. His heart swelled at the sound of you. His own lips quirked upward as his hand fell to his side.

“Do it again,” he rested his hand under his chin as he met your eyes. “You’re so pretty when you laugh,” so you did, you indulge them with another soft chuckle before you stood.

“Well come on silly gooses, we don’t have all day,” your delicate hand wrapped around each of their wrists as you pulled them free. Hyunjin went along willingly. He’d go wherever you took him, so long as you looked his way. So long as you regarded his presence, he would find reason to be by your side. The mall was crowded, for an odd Tuesday in the middle of winter. Too far from the holidays for shopping, too early in the day for so many people. In his humble opinion. He and Felix pulled face masks up over their noses as they wandered the various departments around the store. Hyunjin was quick to note absolutely anything that caught your eye. Sure his wallet wasn’t infinitely deep, but he wouldn’t hesitate to spend it on you. They both of course had plans to take you to the Louis Vittion and Versace outlets. But those would be the last places they’d stop at. For now the three of you wandered around no particular goal in mind. It was Felix who cracked first, in the window display of the Build-A-Bear was a stuffy from one of the original Pokemon games he played as a kid. It took him mere seconds to drag you and Hyunjin inside. He insisted you pick a stuffy to go along with him. Hyunjin watched you hesitate over your selection, your eyes ambled the price, lip caught between your teeth as you looked at one of the more expensive bears.

“Get it,”

“But, it's kind of expensive, no??” Hyunjin shrugged at you as he reached into the plastic bin.

“We’re spoiling you. Don’t worry about that,” he then dropped the empty sack of fabric into your hands before he himself made a selection. The Van-Gogh Iris bear had his heart. Once the bear was settled into his hand he joined the small line behind you to get the bear stuffed. Your choice gave way to bits of who you are. Like his own choice your bear was printed with a classic painting. The soft bear was covered in the pale blues, whites, and dark blues of the Hokusai The Great Wave painting. When your bear was stuffed you and Felix stood beside him. The two of you watched as he asked the bear to be stuffed with medium hard filling. His cheeks went rosy under his mask as he completed the heart ritual that was a staple of the shop. At the naming station you refused to let them see what you named the bear. Hyunjin laughed when you claimed it was embarrassing.

“Fine, Fine,” he gave one last try only to be shoved aside by you. In the meantime Felix paid for the adventure. Outside the shop he watched you hold the bear in your hands. Your small fingers skimmed the seams of the bears back. The smile over your face was all worth it. It was slow, but every given moment he watched the light return to your eyes as you went further on this adventure with them. “Lix, keep her distracted,” he stated before he dashed off in a different direction. He didn't give the younger time to respond or ask why. His mission was clear at that point.

Operation: Keep Cindy Smiling is what he called it. Though he still didn’t know much about you, he felt he knew enough. Small nuances from his time with you told him you loved to cook, bake, a fan of the classic arts, and that you liked colors. Particularly dark greens, and purples. When he snooped he saw the faded pictures of nights out on the streets with neon lights, blurry for effect. On top of it all he spied a photo of you on what he assumed was a longboard. It was still hard to decide what to do, he only had so much time before you would begin to question his absence. Time he didn’t have to waste.

“Excuse me. Would you be able to help me??” When he stepped into the outlet he was immediately overwhelmed. The colors, lights, and choices had him doubt what he knew about you. He had begun to worry that no matter what choice he made you would inevitably hate it.

“Of course!!” The staff of the store was kind, she listened with rapt attention as Hyunjin explained his predicament. She guided him through different choices, all the different selections of colors. In the end he had made a choice, to the best of his ability. The clerk even gave him a few other stores as recommendation to visit before he would link back up with you and Felix. Hyunjin thanked her, his eyes gleamed with the choices he had made. The other stores were perfect just as the clerk said, he even managed to loop back to the first store and give the clerk a tip for all her kindness. To top it off he slipped her an autograph. He wasn’t sure she’d like it but it was all he could do for the kindness she offered him today. When he stepped back out of the store he managed to grab a few other things just to make it look as though he had run a quick errand before he found you and Felix. He laughed at the sight, from afar he could see Felix, his arms piled full of bags and boxes he was sure were all for you. The way he maneuvered was clear you had tried to take some of the load off him, but the australian wouldn't let you.

“Lixie!! It's too much,” he heard you say as he stepped over. “You’ve done enough please,” Hyunjin could see you were a little overwhelmed. Your shoulders hunched slightly up as your teeth worried at your lip. No, no he couldn’t have that.

“Thank you Lix,” he stepped in and scooped some of the bags off the younger and onto his own arms. He watched you relax, your shoulders sagged at the sight of him, a small huff escaped you. “Princess, Cindy. This is about you. No work for you. Let us take care of it,” he smiled as you relented a pout over your lips. He laughed as you turned on your heels and walked away from them arms crossed over your chest. He laughed harder as your steps caused your teddy bear to bounce a little from its bag on your back.

“Wait up!!” Lix called as they moved to catch up to you. There was more protest when they pulled you into their brand stores. You argued that they had spent more than enough on you, they only chuckled back.

“We’d give you the world if that was an option Cindy,” after a few minutes they compromised with a hand bag and sunglasses from each store, though he and Felix snuck in jewelry items. Your insistence that they could spoil you more later was enough to let you win. After they piled everything into the car Hyunjin watched you doze off in the passenger seat beside him as he drove back to your complex. It was nice to see you felt comfortable enough around them to rest.

“Thanks for coming along Hyunjin,”

“No need for that Lix. She protects us. The least I can do is provide her comfort as a thank you,”

“It’s more than that, Jinnie. You know it,” he did, he did know. It was so easy to see, so easy to hear. You had become their family. It was slow, some weren’t sold on you yet. But it was clear to him, and to Felix. You belonged with them. They wanted you by their side as long as you wanted it too. When he parked beside your motorcycle he was sad to wake you, the entire ride you hadn’t stirred. Not a peep, your body relaxed in a slight recline.

“Cindy,” he called softly, his hand moved to brush against your cheek. With a flutter and a small hum your eyes opened to greet him. “You’re home,” when your gaze slid away from him he felt his heart go with the deep pools of brown.

“Oh,” he watched you stretch out your body before you slid out of the car with a soft groan. He smiled as you drowsily rubbed your eyes, confused slightly by the change in surroundings.

“That good huh??” Felix asked as he gathered what he could from the shopping trip into his arms. Hyunjin grabbed the rest, he laughed as you nodded to them keys in hand as you guided them to the door of your building. Once inside he felt his body grow with anticipation, he had one last surprise for you. When they reached your front door Hyunjin took your hand in his, he smiled ear to ear as he turned you to face him.

“There is one more surprise, just please don’t be mad at me,” your eyebrow raised, eyes narrowed as you moved to open your apartment. When the door swung open your gasp was all they heard for a second followed by Felix’s confused voice, he couldn't see over the piles of bags stacked in his face.

“What!! What?!?! I can’t see!!” Hyunjn watched as your hand moved to grasp his wrist. Your small fingers landed over the pulse point tucked neatly under his bony joints. He knew in that moment you could feel his heart race under his skin, his hands were clammy with suspense. When you turned around to look at him he dropped all the bags he had in his hands. Tears rimmed your eyes, the delicate brown hues clouded with watery waves.

“Shit, I’m sorry. You hate it don’t you?? It’s returnable, all of it. We can take it all back,” he rambled, his lips moved faster than his brain could even fathom. In seconds he put the rap geniuses of his band to shame with how fast he spoke to you. With a gentle tug his body came to rest against yours. Your arms wrapped around his torso as you pulled him close. YOU hugged HIM. In the short time he had known you they had always been the first to offer hugs, never you. Slow, as to not frighten you he wrapped his long limbs over your shoulders. “You don’t hate it??”

“No, I love it. Thank you,” your voice soft in the fabric that lay on his abdomen. Your breath tickled his stomach, a shiver ran down his spine.

“What is happening?!?!” Hyunjin laughed at Felix’s struggle, when you parted from him the two of you helped the younger with his bags so he could see inside the apartment. From the doorway Hyunjin could see the fruits of his labor. The once empty space you called ‘home’ was now filled with furniture and art. Not all were hung. But the furniture was assembled, settled into the space. Felix gasped, reached around and smacked his bestie on the shoulder. “Nice work!!” The taller smiled, cheeks pink as he helped carry bags inside your home. They stayed for a little while longer, helped you arrange the furnishings, and decorate how you liked before they had to scamper off to an evening dance practice. You hugged Felix, then himself.

“Hyunjin, thank you again. This place feels like home now,” he smiled at you, his arms tightened around your body as you admitted to him his efforts had done more for you than he had hoped they would.

“Welcome to Korea, Y/N. My little Cinderella,” he kissed the top of your head, a reminder that this place was home, that he and the boys were there for you. If you needed them, they’d come.

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I got an idea for a prompt to show how the cookies outside of their game of 'cookies and kingdoms'...maybe they are doing a session....like the one where they free dark enchantress and dark enchantress is hyped to be able to FINALLY play a bit! they end up taking a pizza break when the pizzas and snacks y/n ordered for everyone arrives and they pause to eat....maybe end up talking about the session and/or life outside of the game...like gingwrbrave talks about his non-saving the world (because world doesn't need saving since it's basically happy ending thing lol) adventures, dark enchantress could talk about the cake tower and how all the cake citizens and hounds are doing...ooor they can talk about the session and what they hope will happen in it and other session stuff they'd talk about as they eat their delicious pizza and snacks.

Sure thing! Although I kind've went with a more modern take. Both White Lily and Dark Enchantress are half sisters in this AU!

(Also I may have add someone else you might see later down the line for my own planning)

Enjoy!

ANSWERED PROMPT 2- BREAK TIME

The doorbell rings as the group pauses, The current dungeon master- Caramel Shade pauses in what he was doing and turns to one of the game watchers, “Can one of you go get that? I bet its the pizza.” From the silent thumbs up and the dragging a formerly dozing Eternal sugar- it was silent salt who was grabbing it.

Caramel shade then turns back to the actual game players, “Alright, we’re gonna wrap this portion up- As our heroes break open the moonstone containing white lily cookie- Her frown turns to a smirk as she changes right before their eyes. To our hero's horror- white lily cookie has changed into Dark Enchantress cookie!” Caramel Shade looks over his book, “If you could roll for intimation, Enchantress.”

Reader cookie whistles at the Nat19 role from the white haired woman. The Kiddos watch on in a barely concealed horror.

Caramel Shade nods, “As the moonstone crumbles- a great cake beast rises with her, its arm carrying Dark enchantress cookie upwards as it frees itself. She commends you for breaking her out of imprisonment.” The kids seem to wilt at Caramel shades next words, “Welp that's all for the morning session- we reconve at two sharp, anyways silent salt should be back with the pizza hop to it.” There's a minor bit of whining but the kids run to the kitchen to grab their slices, White Lily goes over to her older sister- and he vaguely hears the plans they were making.

Reader cookie walks over with a hum, “So whats the future plans in mind?” Caramel shuffles through his notebook, “Well, I figured that since we’re working in the same universe as the Beasts and Blood campaign that Mirror Moon ran and our previous campaign that I ran, so you can guess what's coming up.” Reader’s eyes widen as they snicker, “Yep, I can’t wait to see Shadow Milk on the table again- that was chaos on its own.” Caramel Shade waves them off, “You go get some food, I’ll join later.” Reader walks off to the kitchen.

Entering the kitchen, Reader cookie notes that the big fold up table was out with a variety of pizzas on the table with a big container with bread bags that was already halfway gone. Several of the younger members were seemingly discussing possible future plans and what they could do while a few of the others namely Strawberry crepe were suggesting that they just join DEC- It was hard to not snort what he was bopped on the nose with a breadstick by the younger custard cookie.

Reader cookie hums to themself as they walk over the drink and decide to go for a water before nabbing a slice or two of pizza and bread bag. Mengering over to the living room they spot Dark choco suplexing licorice cookie, while velvet did the same to his dog chiffon and Choco Brute did the same to a giggling Poison Mushroom.

Reader plops onto the couch beside pure vanilla- the older man offers them a smile, “So, I take it custard and his friends are discussing their future plans?” Reader nods as they offer a bread slice- the man originally tries to refuse what accepts after a bit of insistence much to readers' delight. They nod to his original question, “Yep- and I can’t wait for Custards reaction to when you sit down at the table.” The older man opens his eyes with a raised eyebrow before closing them, “Oh, so Caramel shade told you?” Reader snickers, “Nope, just said that thing linked to previous campaigns were gonna show up.” Pure vanilla lets out a laugh with the shake of his head.

And Custards little screech after they found out pure vanilla was in their team was quite adorable.

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the-whispers-of-death · 2 months

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girl dad Stone with dilf reader who has a kiddo of his own

Saira is like 15-16 and wants to have some big girl money of her own but most places won't hire her so she's stuck doing stuff like mowing lawns and babysitting nightmare children for the neighbours. reader moves into the house next to Saira and Stone with his little daughter. reader is hugelarge and built like a grizzly (Stone is chest height at best). reader is a big, strong man, bit of a dad bod, has some beard, longish hair (basically a viking looking dude. make him scandinavian fuck it. probably has been in the military at some point). despite his looks reader is the chillest man alive. soft voice, even tone, very soft and chill, down to earth nature vibes (basically like one of those monk/mentor characters from the medias) like a huge cuddly bear that could bend metal with his bare hands. his daughter is chill too. like scarily chill. no roughhousing, no tantrums or screaming, the lil thing is like 5-6 years old and is more mature than some teens (reader may or may not be a little concerned and trying to encourage his daughter to be a little rowdy even if she prefers napping on her dads chest more than any game). readers daughter is also really smart for her age, likes technology and numbers while still appreciating nature.

okay now onto the meeting.

Saira rocks up on readers doorstep to offer babysitting services and reader is delighted that he wouldn't have to break himself trying to find someone to look after his little bird(he calls his daughter little bird because she often climbs him and perches on his shoulder). when reader needs to leave for work he brings his daughter over to Saira and meets Stone. greetings are exchanged and reader skeddadles and his daughter is left with them. Saira and readers daughter spend the time playing, doing homework and hanging out (readers daughter is complimenting everything and everyone because she's a kid and has 0 filter). at some point readers daughter and Stone end up in the same room and readers daughter looks at Stone and goes "you should tell my dad to take you on a date" (not ask tell daughter is straight up telling Stone to command reader to take him on a date) if Stone or Saira have any questions about what just came out that child mouth daughter just says that she likes them both and her dad needs a friend. anyway reader comes back, picks up his child, pays Saira hella cash for her services and goes home (maybe brings over some baked goods the next day as thanks and a sign of good will).

(also it would be lowkey hilarious if they met in a different way and readers daughter got protective of her dad when she noticed Stones attraction to her dad and is @Stone like "i know where you live" trying to be all intimidating but it doesn't really work when the person threatening Stone is knee height at best and weighs less than the weights he lifts when working out)

anyway idk what this is. this is just wordwomit at this point i just want Stone to get a hot dilf and for Saira to get a lil sister and a second dad. just found family vibes

I love word-vomit, yes tell me everything about your idea even—no, especially if it leaves me to just add on a tiny bit. I love it.

Anyways, Girl Dad!Stone would be so confused by your daughter telling him to tell you to take him out on a date. First of all, he's used to most kids (save for Saira) being scared of him but that can just be explained by you being taller than Stone. Second of all, huh???

He's never had a kid be so demanding before and he has no idea what to do about it. Like what if you don't actually like him? What if he asks you out on a date and you reject him? Telling you to take him out on a date just seems too... bold, but it's what your daughter said to do.

Saira would love you daughter, would happily play with her. She's content about not having to deal with rowdy younger kids.

(She swears she wasn't rowdy when she was younger, but Stone has the moments written down in his diaries and he's not afraid to whip those out.)

Stone is enamored with you because not only are you a father like him, but you're also taller than him? Have his heart already, okay.

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Babies Just Make it Better

“Hmm, what do you think? Should we get the Gala or Pink Ladies?” Deeks asks, looking down into the small nest of dark blonde curls atop Caleb’s head, and then turns his head enough to check in with Sophia, currently attached to his back.

“Glhh,” Sophia responds, one her little hands glancing off his neck. Caleb grabs Deeks’ chin, his eyes narrowing as his skin comes in contact with Deeks’ beard.

“Yeah, definitely the Gala.” He puts a few in their cart, next to a box of fish crackers and a jar of spaghetti sauce. “Ok, we just need some bananas, avocado, cucumbers, and cheese. Then we can go find—”

“Oh, they are so sweet!” a high-pitched voice interrupts him. Deeks turns, finding a tall dark-haired woman standing just a little bit closer than what’s appropriate for the produce section of a grocery store.

“Hey. Thanks. I like them too,” Deeks says, placing a protective hand over Caleb’s head. The woman reaches out to touch Sophia’s foot, who makes a squawking sound Deeks’ recognizes as one of displeasure.

“I just love twins,” the woman continues, leaning closer like she’s confiding something personal. “My cousins are twins.”

“Imagine that.” He chuckles a couple times, hoping he’s imagining the flirtatious edge to everything she says.

“I’m Angela.” She holds out her hand, and Deeks shakes it, releasing quickly.

“Deeks.”

“Oh, what an unusual name,” she comments. “I like it.” Her pitch drops a few tones and Deeks sighs internally. Turns out he wasn’t wrong after all.

“Thanks. Well, it was nice meeting you, but these kiddos won’t hold out much longer and I’ve got avocados to squeeze,” Deeks says in an attempt to excuse himself.

Angela laughs far more loudly than the joke deserves, tilting her head back, and when she comes back up for air, her hand somehow finds its way to his bicep. He edges back a couple steps, peering over Angela’s head in search of Kensi. Of all times for Kensi to get held up at the pharmacy.

“How’d you like to get some coffee?” she asks. “I bet you’re tired after carrying these two all around.”

“I appreciate the offer, but, I’m actually married,” Deeks informs her, holding up his left hand and wiggling his ring finger.

“I won’t tell if you don’t,” Angela murmurs, moving even closer.

“I’d love a coffee,” Kensi says brightly, appearing from behind Angela with a small white paper bag. Angela turns at her voice, giving her an annoyed glance, her hand falling from his arm.

“Ah, this is the love of my life, mother of the darling twins.” Deeks takes the opportunity to slip around to the other side of the shopping cart. Kensi lower her eyebrows in a silent question, quirking her head on Angela’s direction. “And this is Angela, who very kindly offered to buy me coffee. Isn’t that nice, Kensi?”

“Oh, yes,” Kensi agrees dryly, addressing Angela directly for the first time. “We’ve been wanting to make new friends.” She rests her hands on his forearm in a subtle possessive gesture that Deeks appreciates deeply.

“Actually, I just remembered I have an appointment I’m going to be late for,” Angela says, offering Kensi an icy smile. “It was a pleasure to meet you.” Then, as she passes by, she leans into his ear, and adds, “I work at the realtor’s office across the street if you ever need to get out.”

“I leave you alone for 10 minutes,” Kensi comments once Angela has beat a hasty retreat. Shaking her head, she takes a moment to kiss each of the babies.

“Hey, I was putting up all kinds of stop signs, she just didn’t listen,” Deeks defends himself.

“They never do.” Kensi loops her arm through his as Deeks starts to push the cart towards the display with avocados. “Not at the beach, or the library, or that one time at my mom’s church. Your Deeksness is in overdrive.”

“Ok, I get the point. I really thought that presence of two babies under the age of one and the ever increasing gray hair would be a deterrent.”

“Oh, believe me, it’s not,” Kensi tells him, pausing to brush a curl off his temple. “Maybe next time mention that I’m fully versed in martial arts and knife throwing.”

#densimber 7.0 #densimber 2023 #densimber day 23 #ncis la fanfiction #densi #Deeks is hot #marty deeks #kensi blye #densi twins #ncis la #by ejzah

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I'm Not The Only One Part 2

Summary: The aftermath of your enemy Steve telling you that your boyfriend cheated on you.

Word Count: 2387

Note: Not revised. Part 1 here

As you walked up to Matt’s door, you were afraid of what might happen. You desperately wanted to speak to Robin about what happened but then Steve dropped a bomb on you. Instead of worrying about the Friday incident, you were not concerned your boyfriend was cheating on you. You really hoped that Steve was just being his usual asshole self, but the way he said it and the look in his eyes told you he was being sincere. So here you were, at Matt’s doorstep, knocking pathetically.

After a few moments that felt decades long, the door swung open to reveal your boyfriend. His smile grew when he saw you and you nearly melted at the sight. “Hi baby,” he reached out for you.

“Baby?” You shook yourself out of your trance. “I’ve been calling you all weekend. Where have you been?”

“I just thought maybe you needed some time to cool off from Friday.” He shrugged. “You were really mad at me.”

“I think I had the right to be mad.” You scoffed.

“I mean come on Y/n, we’ve been dating for a month and you still haven’t let me kiss you.” He crossed his arms and leaned against the door frame.

“Is that why you were kissing another girl after I left your house?” You question. “And don’t lie to me.”

“Look, Annalise called me to hang out and yeah we kissed but we’re not getting back together or anything. We can just forget it ever happened.” Matt reached a hand out to you.

“Are you insane? It may seem like no big deal to you but it is to me. That’s cheating.” You slap his hand away. “You’re unbelievable really.” You turn, heading back down the path. “Oh, and Grease is overdue, idiot.” You slam your car door as you finish getting in.

The first thing you can think of is to go see Eddie. You know his weird antics and personality can cheer you up in a heartbeat. The drive to his trailer is filled with the noise of sad ballads and your sleeved hand constantly wiping your eyes. Why were you crying? Matt was definitely not worth it and you knew that but you couldn’t help feeling worthless and unwanted.

As you park outside Eddie’s trailer, you look into the mirror and sigh. Your eyes were red, your hair was a mess, and your skin was sticky with old and new tears. You see Uncle Wayne on the porch, “Eddie, your little friend is here!”

You chuckle at his words and grab your bag before stepping out. Eddie rushes down the three steps and opens his long arms to engulf you. “Hey, come ‘ere.” He says quietly. You immediately enter his embrace and wrap your arms around his waist. “He’s an idiot.”

“Yeah, I know.” You sighed and lean your cheek against his chest.

“You staying for dinner kiddo?” Wayne asks and you nod. “I’ll be heading to the store for food them. Be back in a bit.” Wayne gives Eddie a look.

“Let’s get you inside.” Eddie smiles and pulls you inside. “I can show you the new guitar strap that Dustin got me.”

Steve had called Eddie as soon as you left the store. He had filled him in on the entire situation.

“Okay so we’re going to go kick his ass right?” Eddie had told Steve through the phone.

“Eddie, you’re her friend. You have to do it.”

“Okay but you’re…meatier. I’m skinny. You’ve seen me shirtless. I need backup.” Eddie states. “Plus, someone has to comfort Y/n and I know it is impossible for you to be nice to her.”

“Hey, I can be nice.” Steve whines. “I was nice today.”

“Only because you had too.” Eddie snorts. “Look, you go kick his ass and I’ll go comfort Y/n.”

“I’m not kicking his ass alone Eddie.” Steve rolls his eyes.

“How about neither of you kick his ass and both of you just go check on Y/n.” Robin adds, holding a box of new tapes. “Y/n is plenty capable of kicking Matt’s ass by herself.”

“That’s true.” Steve laughs. “Well, I don’t think she’ll want to see me so… Eddie just take care of her okay? Let me know if she needs anything.” He ends the call after a few more moments, saying goodbye to Eddie.

“Oh, you’ve got it bad.” Robin laughs. “So so bad.”

“Robin.” Steve scolds. “I’m just being nice because she’s going through a tough time.”

“This could be what you need to start dating her. Swoop in to be her knight in shining armor or whatever.” Robin’s eyes light up.

“Alright, that’s enough out of you.” Steve shakes his head, “I’m going on break.”

“So what did you tell Steve when he told you?” Eddie asks, sitting on the floor, rummaging through an old storage bin. You look down at him as you lay on your stomach across his bed, flipping through a magazine.

“I mean, not much really. I basically interrogated him on what he saw and tried to verify if it was the truth.” You shrugged. “I seriously thought he was playing a joke on me.”

“I know he’s mean to you but not that mean. I think he likes you honestly.” Eddie bites his lip. “Imagine you and Harrington.” He ponders, “actually I think I almost threw up.”

“Shut up.” You toss a pillow in his direction. “He doesn’t like me. He can barely be in my presence. He said I was the Wicked Witch of the West, ya know?”

“If you’re the bad witch then I must be Glinda the good witch, huh?” Eddie raises a brow.

“Absolutely not. You have the hair to be Dorothy though.” You laugh.

“I would look good in red sparkly heels and we both know it.” Eddie flips his hair off his shoulder. “But seriously, Harrington’s got the hots for you. He was all like,” Eddie switches his voice to mimic Steve’s. “‘Take care of my beautiful, wonderful future wife Y/n’ and ‘let’s kick Matt’s ass to avenge Y/n’s sweet soul’ and the best one ‘let me know if Y/n needs anything. And I mean anything Eddie.’” Eddie wiggles his eyebrows.

“He did not say any of that, you weirdo.” You toss another pillow at him.

“You’re going to be pillowless in the next five minutes.” Eddie stands up to hit you in the head with the pillows, then stands a seat on the bed in the most obnoxious way making the entire bed bounce. “Remember when I first introduced you to the group? You thought Steve was cute. You even asked if he was single.”

“Which he technically wasn’t with all the dates he was going on.” You roll over onto your back. “I don’t know Eddie. Steve is cute but the past two years of bickering kinda just made me not really find him attractive.”

“Yeah yeah, I bet you’ll be dating or fucking by the end of the year.” Eddie lays beside you. “There’s so much sexual tension between you guys.”

“I hate you sometimes.” You laugh. “Let’s go see if Wayne needs our help.” You sit up and climb over him.

You had decided it would be a good time to thank Steve for looking out for you. It was Friday, only four days since you found out about Matt from Steve and confronted Matt yourself. As you walked up to Steve’s door, you remembered the last time you were here and how Steve had yelled at you. Maybe this was a bad idea. As you reached the porch of his house, you thought better and decided to just give him a call instead of your original plan. You turn back and start racing back to your car when you hear the door open.

“Y/n?” You hear. Your body freezes and you really wish you could just disappear.

Without turning around you reply with a quiet “Hey Steve.”

“You okay?” Steve asks, stepping out onto the porch after grabbing a jacket hanging near his door. “Did you just get off of work?”

“Um yeah, I just wanted to stop by to thank you.” You slowly turn around, scolding yourself mentally for not changing out of your uniform before coming to his place.

“Are those flowers? For me?” He points to the small bouquet in your hand. “You got me flowers?”

“Um… yeah. I’m sorry. I didn’t know what to bring over. Robin said you were laying off the sweets so I didn’t bring any desserts over. I’m sorry this is stupid. I just wanted to say thank you for being so kind on Monday and throughout the week. I know you asked Eddie and Robin to keep you updated on me. I’m fine now. Really. So thank you.” You rush out, turning to leave. “Oh wait, here.” You turn back around and shove the flowers into his chest. “Bye. Thank you. I’m sorry. Bye.” You hug your body and run back to your car. He’s quicker than you, shutting the door just as you open it.

“Do you want to come in?” He searches for your eyes. “You look cold. I can make hot chocolate or something?” He offers, unsure. “Only if you want.”

“You sure?” You squint your eyes and meet his.

“Yeah, I wasn’t busy or anything. Just making some food.” He smiles softly. “There’s enough for two.”

It’s his smile that has you immediately locking your car door and following him into his house. He waits for you to step inside his house before going in himself, like a gentleman. He shivers as he takes off his jacket.

“I’m supposed to put the flowers in water right?” He sets the bouquet on the counter. You had momentarily forgotten about the flowers. Your cheeks flush with heat and somehow he senses your embarrassment. “You know, no one has ever gotten me flowers before? I don’t even think I have a vase.” He mumbles as he searches the cabinets. “You okay? You’re quiet. You know you can have a seat.” He looks up to see you still standing near the entryway to the kitchen.

“I’m sorry. I don’t mean to be awkward.” You laugh.

“You’re not.” He assures. “We haven’t had a good relationship so it makes sense why this is weird.” He smiles again and holds a red tinted vase he found under the sink. “I found one.”

“Let me help you.” You offer, holding the vase as he runs the water. “So you’ve been on hundreds of dates and not one girl has given you flowers?”

“Surprisingly no. I guess it’s just the whole gender roles and norms. I hope I didn’t embarrass you, I was just surprised.” He turns the faucet off.

“Well, I’m glad I got them then. Robin wasn’t much help. She wanted me to get you a funny greeting card. There’s not really a card that says, ‘I know we hate each other but thanks for saving me from a potential shitty relationship.’”

“I guess that’s true.” He shrugs. “You know I don’t hate you right? Slightly dislike but not hate.” He nudges your arm as he takes the vase and places it on the counter.

“It sounded like you hated me when you told me to get out of Hawkins.” You start to unwrap the flowers. “I was never trying to replace you Steve. I just wanted to be part of the group. I hope you know that.”

“I still regret saying that to you. You looked so sad but instead of apologizing I just… I don’t know. I guess I thought it was better to be mean to you then accept the fact that the others liked you. I don’t know how much you know about me but I’m usually home alone and other than my friends, I don’t have anybody.” He says honestly, voice laced with sadness.

“You have me?” You offer. “Like moving forward? We could be friends. We can hang out without the mean comments and stealing my snacks.”

“Even after everything I’ve done? You’d still want to be friends?” He looks down to his slippers. “I was a jerk.”

“Yeah you were. Especially by calling me a witch.” You laugh. He looks up at you and thinks it’s music to his ears. “I’m sorry for saying you have no heart and that you were a coward. Both of those aren’t true.”

“So I still have no brain?” He fakes being hurt.

“I mean you can be pretty stupid.” You smile, “like that one time at the fair when you got the hot pickle and immediately spit it out because it was spicy.”

“I thought it was like, going to be hot in temperature.” He defends.

“Who eats a warm pickle? Pickles are meant to be eaten cold.” You argue.

“Yeah yeah, that was pretty stupid.” He rubs the back of his neck. “You know, I regret not taking up your offer to ride the ferris wheel that day.”

“I saw that you wanted to go but no one would go with you. You kept looking up at the wheel and the lights of the rides made your eyes look so pretty. I just had to ask you.” You scoot closer to him, your sides touching as you busied yourself with separating the flowers. “But then you rejected me!” You nudged him this time.

“I’m sorry!” He covers his face. “I’m really sorry. Not just about that but everything else.” He says more quietly.

“I’ve already forgiven you, Steve.” You start rearranging the flowers into the vase. “We’re good now. Promise.”

“Good.” He smiles down at you. “You hungry?”

“Starving.” You step back to look at your work. “They look so pretty.”

“Yeah, they do.” Steve agrees, though his eyes are on you not the flowers. You turn to look at him.

“You’re pretty too, Steve.” You bite your lip and take a seat at the kitchen island to distract yourself from the butterflies erupting inside your stomach. What was happening? You thought. How’d you go from hating each other to flirting?

Steve knew once he told Robin about his night, he wouldn’t be hearing the end of it. Enemies to lovers? Maybe, he was a cliche. He really didn’t mind that idea.

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