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luveline · 4 months

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can we see what christmas is like with eddie, reader and roan? 🫶

the munson family and their pre christmas priorities ♡ (step)mom!reader, 1k

“I'm sick of being a dad,” Eddie says. “I'm done. You're going to live with your Uncle Wayne.”

Roan roars with laughter, her hair dusting the floor, her t-shirt dipping down to expose her chubby belly where she hangs from Eddie's hands. “Dad, pick me up!”

“I'm Eddie now to you.”

“I'm,” —she cackles— “sorry! Pick me up!”

Eddie gives her a last good shake before gently lowering her to the floor. She's all flushed cheeks and big eyes, her hair a riot around her head as she wipes stray strands from her mouth. “I'm sorry, daddy,” she says, pouting, her thin brows rising up her forehead. “Don't be mad.”

“I'm furious.”

“No, you're not! You're not angry, dad, you're smiling.”

Eddie forces his lips into a deep frown. “I told you to keep her in line!”

You huff from your place by the Christmas tree. “Give it up, Eds. Santa doesn't come for grown ups, I already told you that.” You place a final small gift atop the small mountain of silver-wrapped boxes and straighten it to perfection. “So I have to make sure you get what you deserve.”

“What was I s'posed to do?” Roan asks, sitting up. Her pyjamas are just a little too big, the shirt falling to her thighs and the pants covering her toes.

“Restrain her,” Eddie says, grabbing Roan under the arms to help her onto her feet. “Let me roll your pants up, babe.”

“I shrank in the night,” she says.

Eddie smooths her hair out of her face as he kneels in front of her. “You're so funny. Santa will bring you all kinds of new pyjamas tomorrow, he told me. But don't tell him I told you.”

“Did you get me anything?” Roan asks.

If only she knew. “Yeah, we got you some gifts too. But we're gonna put them out when Santa does, okay?”

“Okay.” She beams. Eddie pulls her pants from under her little feet to roll the hems up, worried she'll slip and smash her face on the wood floors.

“You're excited,” Eddie says, moving to her second leg, “I can feel you vibrating like a dog.”

“Woof,” she says, wrapping her arms around his neck. She's in a very cuddly mood tonight.

“Oh, what a beautiful puppy I have. She's so cute.” He hugs her lightly, black curls trapped either side of them. Eddie sits back on his calves and she lets herself fall into his lap. “What kind of puppy are you? A poodle?”

“No, I wanna be a dalmatian!”

“Of course,” he hums, stroking her hair. “How could I forget? You love damn-nations.”

You stand up from the tree to poke at them with your foot. “Can we have hot chocolate now?”

“Yeah!”

“Puppy's can't have chocolate,” Eddie says, encouraging Roan back to tuck her hair behind her ears. “So you'll have to be human Ro again.”

She sighs forlornly. “Okay.”

You make your way into the kitchen, paper chains hanging in the doorway and snowflake stickers holographic against the dark window. It's only 5PM, but the sun has firmly set, leaving the outside world in total darkness. You flick on the kitchen light and immediately head to the stove to heat the stove top kettle where it’s lived this last month on the back hob. “Milk, please?” you ask.

Eddie's already in the fridge. He passes you the milk, ignoring the mounds of foil wrapped meats and cheeses, his stomach aching in longing. “One more sleep,” he says, hooking a pint of milk on his pinky.

Roan attempts to climb your legs. You pick her up and put her on the counter, shielding her from the stove with your body. “What's for dinner?” she asks you.

“How about soup?” you ask. When Roan wrinkles her nose, you add, “With croutons? We could have yummy vegetable soup with crispy croutons.” Still wrinkled. “Or we could have tomato soup and grilled cheese?”

“With extra cheese?” Roan asks.

“Sure, princess. Lots and lots of cheese.”

Eddie opens the kettle. “What was in here?”

“Milk last night, but I already washed it. I knew we'd be having more hot chocolate,” you say, words shaped by your smile as Roan pulls you in for a hug. “It's so cold, huh, baby.”

“My nose is cold.”

“I can feel it!”

Eddie pours the entire pint of milk into the kettle. It'll be just enough for all three of you to have a full mug, and if he uses the big mugs there'll be no risk of overflow once the whipped cream and marshmallows have been added.

The milk doesn't need to boil, only warm. While it's heating he takes the hot chocolate powder from the cupboard and throws in a couple of heaping spoonfuls. The milk quickly turns a rich brown.

“Should I put some real chocolate in there too?” Eddie asks.

“Duh, dad!” Roan says.

You second her agreement more kindly, “Yes! Definitely yes. It's always best with the real stuff too.” You rub Roan's shoulders. “Yeah?”

Eddie's getting jealous, honestly. He ignores you both, shutting the lid on the kettle and easing his way between your arm and Roan's. “Let me in,” he demands.

You curl an arm behind his back. When you look up into his face, you couldn't look more in love. There's a shine to your eyes, a reverence he can't miss, and he's expecting your compliment before you give it.

“Hi, gorgeous,” you say, kissing the side of his chin.

He drops his head onto yours and pulls Roan in as close as he can without knocking her off of the counter. The air has already begun to smell of chocolate, though the smell of honeyed ham lingers. Roan herself smells like no tears shampoo. Eddie sniffs you curiously.

“Stop sniffing me.”

“What do you smell like?”

“Nothing. I'm not wearing any perfume.”

You smell like yourself. He can't explain it, but he likes it, hiding his nose in the seam of your hairline.

Roan cracks first, pushing you both away. “How long will it take?”

“Any minute now,” Eddie says, kissing your cheek before pulling away. “Let me get that chocolate.”

“You didn't put the chocolate in? Dad.”

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xxgoblin-dumplingxx · 8 days

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hey ari, i’m truly having an awful night. there’s a free pass for anything that involves someone being protective against a shitty guardian/parental figure. i wish jason todd would’ve kicked my dads ass tonight.

Lee took to Alfred much more warmly, peppering him with little boy questions about dinosaurs and oddly enough... piccolos? Which made the butler wonder if there was not a single neurotypical person in the entire family.

Adorable. He was enchanted. All dimples and curls. He'd carried Alfred a mug of tea managing to only spill half of it on the floor for the boxer and the wolf hound. And to get under your feet nearly causing you to fall twice- managing to get exiled to play outside with his dog.

It was a lovely afternoon. Watching Jason be so... soft. So helplessly in love with his wife and his children. Excited to be a new father. He enjoyed doting on his wife and fussing over his kids. He was comfortable in the vintage kitchen and the narrow halls. He liked the routine. Coming home to something stable.

When you started stretching your back in your kitchen chair, Jason smiled a little, "C'mon, let's get you on the couch."

"I'm fine, I just needed to-"

"Let's please not have to take you back to the hospital," Jason coaxed, helping you to your feet. "I'll tell Lee he needs to run in sight of the bay window every so often."

You snort and let him help you, grateful that he's strong enough to catch you if you need him to. It's comforting. He's comforting. Between his bulk beside you and Boris behind you. By the time he has you on the sofa you already feel better. At least until your phone rang.

"Hello?"

Jason frowned. He could tell from the look on your face who it was and he got Alfred seated listening with half an ear. Your biological father wanted money. Again. Either to have it put on his books or your sisters.

It hardly mattered. The divorce happened. Battle lines got drawn. You chose mom Mandy chose dad. Now you raised Mandy's kids and got "everything handed to you" as far as she could tell. Never mind trusts and adoptions. Or love. Or duty.

He gave Alfred a meaningful look and took a deep breath. Your biological dad and your sister were both banned. They both had no contact orders. And the second they upset you he'd be hanging up.

Your voice cracked. And tears fell.

And gently but firmly Jason plucked the phone from your hand, "If you're that fucking worried about Mandy's books use store brand instead of name brand for your meth and cut costs. Figure it out. Call here again and I'll report you to your PO." But before he could reply he hung up.

"Jay-"

"Shh," he soothed, "don't cry baby girl."

"God I hate it."

"I know," he hummed, wrapping his arms around you. "But you're doing good. Just breathe." He broke off and wiped your face, kissing your forehead, "I can't get you a shot but I can get the baby a snack," he teased, "what do they want?"

"Milk chocolate sea salt caramel truffles," you tell him.

He grinned and kissed your nose before standing up, "Alfred, did you feel up to going to the store with me or do you want to stay and keep Y/N company?"

"Well obviously," Alfred said sipping a fresh cup of tea, "I'm going to stay here and be nosey."

"Ky it is," Jason said, "I'll take a kid and a grocery list... then maybe we won't come home with half the cereal aisle."

"We hope," you tell him smiling.

"Shh," Jason said. "Be nice to me and I'll buy more than one bag of truffles."

"You should probably do that anyway," Alfred observed. "For practical reasons."

#jason todd #jason todd x reader #ask answered #minors dni #reader insert #disowned!verse

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shymeow · 7 months

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𝐈𝐭'𝐬 𝐨𝐤𝐚𝐲, 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐞 . . .

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: Simon 'Ghost' Riley x fem ! lil ! reader

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 (?): Mentions of military missions and soldiers but not really specific, female pronouns used, nicknames used (dada, daddy, sweetie, baby), baby talk, babying (?). I think it's just pure sweetness, if I missed anything warn me !

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: Simon helped you, his beloved sweetheart, to regress safely after a hard mission in Russia that you faced alone.

Obs. English is not my first language, so I apologize for the grammatical errors!

After the hard mission you faced alone in Russia, you were finally back to the base reporting your mission to Captain Price, him listening to every single detail that you said, listening to how you defeated every soldier that tried to attack you and that you had found the object and the victim inside of a cave in the middle of a mountain away from everyone and everything. After your reporting, Price said that you could now go to your room and rest, and you immediately felt so... Tiny. You ran to Simon's room messily, almost spanking the door when it finally made it's way close to your hands. Simon angrily opened the door, thinking it was one of the new recruits or even Soap trying to annoy him, but it was you, his precious little princess that he loves so much.

"Sweetie... You're trembling. C'mere baby, daddy's got you." Simon lifted you in his arms, wrapping your legs around his waist so you could snuggle against him. He closed the door, walking to his closet and getting your favorite pacifier and onesie (or another clothe you're comfy with!) so you could change clothes and get comfortable in the bed as soon as possible. "Let's change your clothes, okay sweetie? Then you can hug Daddy in bed as much as you want."

You didn't dare to say a word. You couldn't. Even if you wanted, the words just didn't made sense in your little head... So you just let Simon change you into your onesie, getting rid of the military clothes that felt so uncomfortable in your tiny soft body. "All nice and fresh now sweetie, now we can have your bottle, would you like that?" You happily clapped your tiny hands, giving him a soft smile that melted his heart.

Simon wrapped your legs in his waist again, walking to the microwave in the corner of the room that he bought just for you, since you stay more in his room than in your own (Price almost doesn't know that you have your own room), he got the milk in the fri go bar, putting it inside the bottle with a spoon of chocolate, mixing it and putting in the microwave. 30 seconds after, your bottle was ready, nice and warm just for you, as Simon leaded both of you to the bed, he had already put the bottle in your mouth, letting you suck the nipple softly while he rocked you in his arms softly.

"You're okay sweetie, dada's here. Shh, shh..." He continued rocking you softly, until your bottle was finished and you were very sleepy, rubbing your eyes softly. "Oh no baby, don't rub your little eyes. It can hurt remember? We don't want your little eyes hurt, do we?" You shaked your head. "That's it, we don't want these soft eyes hurt." Simon kissed your forehead, laying down in the bed with you, caressing your soft hair so you could sleep better. "It's okay, sweetie..."

#age regressor #agere blog #sfw agere #age regression #x little!reader #sfw caregiver #age regressive #agere caregiver #simon ghost riley #simon riley x reader #simon riley x you #cod mw2 #cod mwii #ghost cod #meowrites

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writingforstraykids · 5 months

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My favorite dessert - Felix Edition

Pairing: Felix x femReader

Word Count: 3731

Summary: You finally convince Felix to help you in the kitchen, preparing cookies for the upcoming Christmas time. One thing leads to another, and some knocked-over sugar on the floor isn't the only mess you two make in the kitchen...Or: you can't stop teasing your husband about loving cookies more than you, and he has to prove a point.

Warnings/Tags: fluff, domestic married life, baking cookies, teasing, smut, oral (f receiving), fingers in v, p in v, edging (sort of I guess)

A/N: This has originally been a Moon Knight fic, so don't be confused in case this seems familiar 😂 I felt like the concept from last year would work well with Stray Kids as well, and Felix won the vote. Have fun🤭 ~ Moon🌙

do not repost, translate, or plagiarize my works in any way here or on other platforms. ©️writingforstraykids 2024 -

Felix glances up at you from the sofa curiously as you wander around the kitchen, slowly covering more and more of the kitchen island with all kinds of bowls and cooking utensils. He raises his eyebrows as you go to collect the sugar and flour and take out some eggs and milk from the fridge. You curse softly as a pack of cinnamon slips from your hand, and some fine powder covers the floor. “What the fuck are you doing?” he giggles, pushing himself off the sofa to join you in the kitchen area.

You laugh softly as he kneels down and wipes the cinnamon away for you. “I thought I’d make some cookies.”

“Cookies?” he asks curiously, smirking when he sees the excitement in your eyes.

“Yeah, you know, for Christmas,” you tell him innocently, grabbing your notebook filled with some of his and your favorite recipes.

“Christmas?” he laughs, getting up from the floor and stepping beside you. “Babe, it’s the second of December.”

“Which means I’m already a day late,” you tell him, frowning when he snorts at you. “Sunshine.” you pout at him. “Christmas cookies are meant to be made before Christmas. To enjoy the time leading up to it and getting in the holiday spirit. Also, why would you only eat them for five days before Christmas or so?” you huff.

He smiles gently and places his hands on your shoulders, seeing you pout and rubbing them soothingly. “I’m messing with you. I know how excited you get for this time of the year.”

You blush heavily at that and subconsciously shift on your feet. “It’s annoying, isn’t it? You’re right, Lix, I’m way too early and-.”

He cups your face and pulls you into a tender kiss, shutting you up for a moment. Pulling back, his warm, sparkling eyes meet yours, and your breath hitches at the pure love coating his chocolate orbs. “I have told you how much I love seeing you happy. I know how much this time we have together means to you, so it also matters to me,” he tells you, caressing your cheeks. “You’re not annoying, you’re freaking adorable, babe.”

You giggle happily and cover his hands with your own, making him beam. “Seriously though, stop me if it gets too much.”

“Promise,” he smirks, and you frown playfully, knowing he wouldn’t. As if he’d tell you to shut up about baking cookies, getting presents for your loved ones, decorating the house, and wishing for a white Christmas. Or stop you from singing Christmas tunes even though it was still weeks away.

You give him a quick kiss before turning back to your notebook. “Lixie?” you ask in a sweet singsong.

“What do you need, Lee?” he asks, smiling fondly.

You turn to him surprised, and your whole face lights up. “What did you just call me?”

“I called you by my last name, which just happens to be yours as well,” he chuckles and steps in front of you, wrapping his arms around your waist.

“I know, you just never did that before. Not randomly like that,” you say happily and smile at him fondly.

He looks at you adoringly, smile widening. “I should really start doing it more often then.”

“Please do.” you smile and press a gentle kiss on his lips.

Felix hums softly into it before squeezing your hips.“So, what did you need?” he asks, and you turn in his arms, opening a page of your little book.

“Would you like to help me with this?”

"What, baking?” he asks and glances down at your neat handwriting.

“Please? It could be fun.” you insist and glance up at him, seeing him chew his lower lip as he scans the recipe. “I mean…only if you want,” you add nervously.

He soothingly squeezes your hip, and his eyes stay focused on the page as he speaks up again. “You know I’ll always help you,” he giggles, eyes flickering back at yours. “I just don’t think I ever did those before, so you’ll have to help me out.”

“I’d love to,” you wink at him and lean into his hold comfortably. “After all, you help me out all the time, you’re always there for me and show me I’m loved no matter what. The least I can do is show you how to make those cookies.”

He snorts softly and rolls his eyes playfully. “As if that would be the only thing you’d do for me.” he sighs before nodding and kissing your cheek. “Alright then, let’s see how soon you give up on me.”

“I’d never give up on you, sunshine,” you assure him and cuddle into his side as he steps close to you and looks through the book with you. “If you see any cookies you’d like to bake, tell me.”

Felix hums agreeingly and watches you picking out a few classics until his eyes catch a specific heading. “Wait, are these the ones you made for my birthday?”

“They are.” you nod, agreeing.

“Can we make them too?” he asks, remembering how soft and tasty they had been. He has spent many nights dreaming of the sweet treats since then.

“Of course.” you smile and note down the page. “Alright then, you’re ready to start?”

“I’m not sure.” he giggles as you pinch his side playfully. “I’ll try my best,” he winks at you. You have no doubts since Felix enjoyed baking a lot himself from time to time. You show him how to prepare the different types of dough for each of the cookies, and he follows your instructions observantly. You haven’t had as much lighthearted fun as this in a while, and you both love it. Once the first ones are in the oven, he makes you some hot wine punch, and its sweet scent spreads throughout the kitchen. You hand him the rolling pin once you reach the dough, that’s always a little tough for you to flatten enough. He grunts softly and looks up at you, amused. “So that’s why you needed me.”

“Dork.” you roll your eyes playfully and make sure to tell him once he has flattened it enough.

Felix helps you with decorating them, drawing small patterns onto them, and he realizes he hasn’t felt that relaxed in a while. You sit opposite him, focused fully on your work, a loose strand hanging into your face. He smiles softly and reaches over, gently brushing it back behind your ear. You look up, and your eyes meet his. The way they soften when spotting him makes his heart beat faster, and his stomach flutter. Only you are able to make him melt within seconds. He has to physically force himself to focus back on his task and finish up. You clean up the kitchen together once you two are done and the cookies are in the oven.

He steps behind you as you wipe the table and wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you into him. Planting soft kisses on the back of your neck, hands soothingly rubbing your hips as you lean into him. “I love you,” he confesses softly. “So so much, babe.”

You turn around in his arms, wrapping your own around his neck, beaming up at him. “I love you too, handsome. You didn’t do so bad, by the way,” you tell him proudly.

“I have a great teacher.” he winks at you, his eyes softening. “And an amazing wife.”

“And I have an amazing husband.” you smile softly and brush back his soft hair. “Maybe we can do that again sometime?”

“Sure,” he nods sincerely. Then he smirks and gently wipes his thumb over your cheek. “You’ve got some flour there, love,” he states.

You chuckle before leaning forward and crashing your lips onto his. He kisses back passionately, and you two melt into each other. God, how much you missed moments like this when he was on tour. An aggressive beeping sound interrupts you and makes you both flinch from the sudden sound. “Fucking hell.” he breathes out laughing and turns off the alarm. “I guess they’re done.”

“Oooh, yes, the chocolate chip cookies you wanted.” you nod excitedly and step back as he gets them out. After a few minutes, you carefully pick two of them up. “They’re the best like this, I swear.”

He laughs softly and takes one of them, gently blowing onto it. Felix takes a bite, and fuck, you were right. The warm dough, still a little soft, melts on his tongue and mixed with the chocolate, it tastes heavenly. “Fuck that’s good.” he moans out, and you start laughing. “Hey! You know I would get my ass kicked if I ate stuff like that too often,” he protests, only slightly offended.

“I know, I know.” you giggle and raise your eyebrow at him. “I just never heard you moan like that when you tasted me, that’s all,” you say innocently, and his jaw drops.

“What did you just say?” he asks, his voice dropping an octave lower, and pupils growing wide and dark.

“You heard me.” you shrug and hop onto the kitchen island, spreading your legs casually and taking another bite of your cookie.

“Don’t tempt me,” he smirks, raising his eyebrow at you.

“Not doing anything.” you give back with a mischievous shimmer in your eyes as you lick your lips clean painfully slowly.

He’s in front of you in a matter of seconds, his hands grabbing your thighs. “You’re a fucking tease.”

“More like you’re easy to be teased,” you smirk before licking one of your fingers clean.

“And you’re just as easy to be teased when I get my hands on you.” he gives back, deciding to play along with your little game.

“Is that so?” you ask challengingly. “Why don’t you give it a try?”

“Give it a try?” he laughs, amused, and rolls his eyes at you. “Fuck, you must be desperate for this pretending I haven’t done that before.”

You smirk succeedingly and spread your legs even more. “Maybe I am handsome.…but who wouldn’t be with that sight?”

He hums softly and grabs your hand, wrapping his full lips around two of your fingers, sucking them clean. Your pupils blow wide, looking at him as he does so, and he raises an eyebrow at you, smirking in succession around your fingers. He pulls back and lets go of your fingers, a pop echoing through the kitchen.

You hum contently as his lips capture yours in a passionate kiss. His hand sinks into your hair, pulling you closer. You grab his arm, pressing yourself against him. His hands quickly move down, pulling up your sweater and letting go of you for a moment to pull it off. You smirk when his mouth parts in a gasp once he sees you’re not wearing a bra. “See something you like?” you grin.

“You’ve been planning this all day, didn’t you?” he asks chuckling, his eyes taking in the sight of your breasts.

“What if I have, Lix?” you ask, combing your hand through his hair.

“Christmas really gets you in a good mood.” he grins cheekily, and before you can protest, he leans down and licks right over your nipple, cupping your other breast.

You moan softly as he starts kneading the soft flesh and bites down gently. You can feel his wedding ring against your skin, and a small smile spreads over your lips at the small reminder that he is truly yours. His lips messily travel down your stomach, licking and biting his way down to the hem of your pants. The thing with Felix is that he always gets what he wants without pushing you to your limit or stepping over your boundaries. He’s gentle and skilled, and you have never felt more safe with anyone else than your husband. Felix knows you too well, and he never fails to notice immediately when something’s off, which is why you always let him have his way. You have never needed your safeword before, and gosh, you love the thrill of not knowing what’s next.

You giggle softly as he eases you out of your pants with skilled moves and throws them to the side. “Baby, you’re soaked.” he groans softly, seeing the dark patch on your underwear. Fuck, he hasn’t even touched you there yet.

“Only for you,” you tell him, and a low growl escapes his chest. He's on you in a matter of seconds.

Skilled fingers slip into your underwear and down between your folds. His teeth nibble softly on your earlobe as he circles his fingers over your clit. “Say that again.” he rasps into your ear.

“I’m yours, Lixie. All for you,” you tell him and moan sweetly as his finger teases your clit. “Please.” you breathe out and grab his arm tight to steady yourself.

He pulls his fingers out and sucks them clean deliciously, staring right into your eyes.

“Take them off, love,” he says, his voice sounding smooth and comforting. You do as he says and take off your panties, your bare cheeks hitting the cool surface of the kitchen island. “Spread your legs, beautiful.”

You do as he says and watch him intrigued as he leans down, burying his face between your legs. You gasp when his tongue makes contact with your skin, licking up between your folds before circling around your clit with just the right pressure. And then he moans so sinfully it has your thighs trembling already, the vibration of it shooting right to your core.

Felix has taken you by your word, wanting to prove that you were the only thing making him moan like he could lose his mind. His tongue laps up your juices, and he groans softly when it pushes against your clenching hole. Your hand buries itself in his hair, and the grip on it makes his eyes roll back. “Fuck, Lix, don’t stop,” you beg when he adds his thumb on your clit while fucking you with his tongue.

This man just knows how to use it. You roll your hips into him, chasing his touch and clenching around his tongue. His moans against your skin send shivers down your body, and you lean back, bracing yourself on your hand to make it easier for you to move your hips. Your head falls back as the knot in your stomach grows tighter, and you can feel you’re getting close. “Don’t stop,” you breathe out and press his face closer to your core as you gush against him.

Felix can tell you’re about to stumble over the edge. That’s when his hands grab your hips, and he pulls back just like that, licking his lips. “What the fuck?” you huff frustrated. “I was so close.”

“You asked for it, now live with it,” he says, seemingly unfazed, and removes his sweater, discarding it onto the floor. His sweatpants follow, and the only thing left are his boxers, which do a bad job of hiding his arousal. He hops onto the kitchen island with a smooth move and pushes you down gently.

You scoot back and make yourself as comfortable as possible on the kitchen island as he hovers over you. You frown at the mischievous smirk creeping onto his lips and raise your eyebrows in surprise when he grabs the chocolate sauce not far away from him. “What are you-Felix!” you gasp as he opens the bottle and pours a pattern over your torso. The cool temperature of the sauce drips onto your skin, catching you off guard.

He grins as he puts the bottle aside and leans down closer. “I thought I have to prove that you’re my favorite dessert?” he whispers against your lips, which has you whimpering and squirming with need.

This man shouldn’t be allowed to make you so weak. “You’ll drive me crazy one day.” you breathe out, and your eyes flutter close when he moves further down, and his tongue experimentally licks over your skin. You bury your hand in his hair as his tongue travels up your stomach, around your breasts, and over your nipples before going back down to your abdomen. He follows the pattern of the chocolate sauce at an agonizing pace and smirks against your skin as you can’t stop moaning, begging for more.

Once he's done, he moves back up again and kisses you, sliding his tongue against yours. You can taste the sweetness of the chocolate and moan softly. His hand slips down between your legs again, one finger pushing into you with ease. Your grip around his hair grows tighter when he soon adds another finger and then another, opening you up and preparing you for him. He toys with your clit mindlessly whilst doing so, and it pushes you closer to the edge once more. "Felix, please,"

"Please, what?" he asks against your lips, curling his fingers against your sweet spot.

You cry out in pleasure, and your hips buck into his touch. "I'm so close,"

"Nah, you're not." he shakes his head, and your eyes shoot open, looking at him almost offended.

"Excuse me?" you breathe out.

"I said you're not close," he repeats himself calmly, and a smug grin covers his lips. Sometimes, that angel face could trick you into thinking he wasn’t a menace beneath it. He kisses you sweetly and pulls out his fingers, making you whine at the sudden emptiness. "You're just ready to take all of me."

You huff softly and laugh weakly, reaching down and pulling at his boxers impatiently. "You really weren't joking about teasing me."

"I have a point to prove, don't I?" he asks, chuckling and caressing your cheek. "Easy now. I got you, sweet girl."

You lean into his touch and smile up at him through hooded eyes. "I know you do." He smiles gently and kisses your forehead before taking off his boxers and throwing them over his shoulder. "I swear if they landed on the cookies, I'll kick your ass once this is over." you threaten him jokingly.

"Oh, so first you want me to make you cum, and then you'll kick my ass? How rude." he gives back, amused.

"You're about to fuck me on the table, and I don't even have a pillow. You talk about being rude." you tease back, and your heart melts when he goes to grab his discarded sweater from the floor. He scrunches it up and places it underneath your head. "I was joking, sunshine," you tell him fondly.

"I know you were," he tells you just as fondly and plants a soft kiss on the tip of your nose, making you giggle.

You open your mouth to speak, but a moan leaves your lips when the head of his cock slides through your folds, collecting your juices. You spread your legs for him and moan deliciously when he starts pressing into you with slow and gentle thrusts. As soon as he’s buried fully inside of you, his head lays against your chest as he groans softly. "You're still so tight." he moans deliciously, and you clench around him in response. He starts moving, and you roll your hips to meet his thrusts.

"Only for you, Lixie," you tell him and see the proud smile covering his lips. He picks up pace after a moment, and you moan out in pleasure. Your hand falls to the side as you attempt to hold onto the table's edge to steady yourself. Instead, you knock the rest of the sugar onto the floor, and the loud thud makes you both stop in your movements.

"Did you just -?" Felix asks quietly.

"Yep, that was the sugar," you answer unbothered as if nothing happened.

"You -." Felix starts laughing above you, his arms trembling. "We're so fucking ridiculous sometimes."

You start laughing as well and shake your head. "I love us for that," you tell him, biting your lip at the burning but pleasurable stretch. "Now move, handsome," you beg softly and wriggle your hips impatiently.

Felix giggles and picks up the pace again, thrusting into you steadily. "Patience." But you've had enough of that, and it doesn't take long until you're begging for more. He grabs your hands and pins them down above your head when he picks up the pace and force of his thrusts. His other hand teases your nipples, squeezes your hip, and then comes to rest on your clit. His thumb draws circles on it, matching the rhythm of his thrusts.

You arch up against him, moaning his name and begging for more. "Please, Lix, harder, I can take it." you ramble, and he gives you exactly what you want, his teeth sinking into your neck.

He can tell by the way your moans grow high-pitched, your back arches, and your face contorts in pure pleasure. "Come for me, my beautiful wife." he encourages you, and your body tenses at his words. He kisses you sweetly before whispering softly. "Come for me, Lee."

Something inside you snaps, and hot white pleasure ripples through your body as he sends you over the edge with four little words. You cry out his name with a broken whimper, and the way you clench around him and push your legs closer together sends him over the edge sooner than he thought.

Felix groans loudly and fills you up, his head sinking against your shoulder as he lazily rides you two through it. Your combined pants and whimpers echo in each other’s ears as your high has subsided. He moves to pull out, but you keep him there.

"Stay, please. Just for a bit," you whisper, and he smiles softly.

He wraps his arms around you and rolls onto his back with you on top of him. Felix soothingly rubs your back and plays with your hair. "Are you convinced now?" he asks teasingly, unable to let this go yet.

You push yourself up with a grunt and brace yourself on his chest. You smirk down at him. "I believe you," you tell him and teasingly circle your hips, making him moan. "My turn now," you say, and he grabs your hips, growing hard again already.

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"I think I can get used to baking with you." he grins, and you playfully smack his chest.

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stubz · 5 months

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Kim and Max and the adventures of running an alien child care centre

"Human Max I'd like you to meet Ezshi, they will be joining you soon in the youngling centre."

"Oh hey there buddy, nice to meet you!"

"Now, what do we say Ezshi?"

*croc sounding hissing and snarling*

"Ezshi! You apologize right this instant!!"

"...oh boy"

days later~

"I don't know what to do! The kid won't stop hissing at me everytime they see me! As soon as they spot me they flare up and won't stop hissing at me, they almost bit me when I tried giving them their chocolate milk!! I don't know how I'll survive this year Kim."

"That's rough buddy," she gives sympathy pats to him. "but why don't you try my method? Y'know, the one I used with my siblings and cousins."

"Kim if I did that I would get fired."

"Yes, in an earth school you would without question buuut...here?"

"...here I wouldn't! Kim you genius!"

later....

"Ah, human Kim, I am here to pick up Ezshi early today. May you point me to them?"

"Yeah sure, right over there with Max." she points to a large crowd of children and parents.

"Thank you Human Kim."

"Of course....maybe I should've stalled them for a bit...shoot."

"Ezshi! Where are you? Ah, there you-- oh my."

In the middle of the crowd is Ezshi and Max both hissing and snarling at each other. The young reptilian slowly advancing towards the human, eyes slitted.

"EZSHI! Youngling you will stop this at--!"

"Wait Mx. Ezshi's Bubba! Maxie is okay, look look!"

"Youngling Human please release your tiny hands off me, I must save your 'Maxee'...huh."

Max advances as well but more predatory like, circling around the youngling until their back hits a table. Jumping onto it thinking it'll make them look more intimidating, Ezshi hisses down at the lowly human. No one interferes, especially the other reptilian and predator like species.

"Okay now here it comes Max, remember not too much spit and be aggressive!"

Back straight, toes pointed, chin up, the young man closes the gap between them with a headbutt while releasing a roar. Silence. Until finally, with eyes dilated, Ezshi chirps and bows their little head.

"Aw, its okay buddy. Now go get your stuff, your Bubba is here."

"Thank you caretaker Maxee! Lets do that again!"

"Human Max how did you know how to assert dominance among my people? Was it Tarlak's family? Tigihalaxes and Repilixes do share similar customs..." they muse.

"Oh it was Kim."

"Yep!"

"And how, may I ask, do you know how to assert dominance among my people Human Kim?"

"My siblings and cousins."

"....you were taught by your human kin?"

"Some of them started to roar and hiss while we goofed around and to make sure they still listened to me while we did this I would 'assert dominance' by doing exactly what Max did."

"I thought humans did not have displays of dominance and that everyone is to be treated equally, like a herd."

"Yes thats right."

"But you just said..."

"Oh that was just us playing around. We still do it every now and then, just over the holidays my little sister and me did the equivalent of the gorlazitics display of dominance."

"For fun??? And not to be the new leader? No one was killed?"

"Save for our mother's opinion of us, no."

"Are you sure you two are herbivores?"

"The proper term is vegetarian, which is what I am, Kim is a pescatarian."

"May the fish forgive me for finding them so delicious in sushi form."

#humans are space oddities #humans are space orcs #humans #humans in space #I have gotten into a hissing competition #also the gorlazitics thing is basically chest bumping but to the death #the adventures of kim and max running a space child care centre

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rwby-encrusted-blog · 3 months

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Yang: There we go! One Heaping pot of Xiao-Long Hellfire Chili! Anyone else want any?

Weiss: *Distantly* I'm good over here!

Jaune: *Also Distantly* I'm with Weiss one this one! It's already making my eyes water!

Ruby: Three glasses of Chocolate milk prepared, and I double stocked the bathrooms with Toilet Paper! I'm ready!

Blake: Thank you Yang! It smells Delicious!

Ren: I would Like some. Nora shouldn't have any.

Nora: I want some!

Ren: She shouldn't have any.

Everyone who has a bowl takes a bite

Ruby: Hooo! Haaah! hah! That's the same as it always is! *Downs half a glass of chocolate milk*

Yang: Mmph! Perfect! I can never have enough of this stuff! What do you think Blake?

Blake: Hmm. It's certainly got a kick to it, and the Savoriness and saltiness of the Beans and the Beef pull through really well, but ... It could use a little more flavor complexity, and a little hot sauce?

Weiss: I'm Sorry did you say it could use hotsauce?

Jaune: Blake, I don't want to Aura amp you for the next week over a stomach ache!

Ren: *Sweating* I agree with the lack of complexity. It is rather spicy for me however. My tongue is almost going numb.

Ruby: yeah, It's pretty good after your tongue loses feeling.

Nora: *Breaks away from a jug of Syrup* Food! How could you Betray me! *Continues Chugging syrup*

Yang: *Excited* Spicier? You want it Spicier?

Blake: Yes. I think it could also use ... Well, for this flavor profile, maybe some Brown sugar? Cinnamon or Nutmeg or something a little sweet to give some greater variance in flavor- Ooh! Lime juice! Lime juice would be great in this, with a little Lemon or Orange zest? Yeah! A little bit of Sour would do it!

Yang: *Heart eyes* She's Perfect ~<3

#rwby #jaune arc #ruby rose #yang xiao long #weiss schnee #rwby shitpost #blake belladonna #nora valkyrie #lie ren #bumbleby

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heich0e · 10 months

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[warning: while f!reader is not described with any specific physical characteristics, the child in this fic is described as having inherited all of Megumi’s attributes and none from reader! please read with that in mind, or pass over this fic if not <3]

"We've got some stuff to talk about."

Megumi watches as Kota's little sock-clad feet swing back and forth while he sits in his chair at the table in the middle of the staff room of the veterinary clinic. He's eating some of the chocolate covered mushroom-shaped cookies the vet keeps tucked away in the back corner of one of the tallest cabinets out of sight, with a glass of milk.

At the counter on the opposite side of the room, Yuuji is slicing him an apple. Megumi stands at his side.

"What do you mean you don't know?" Yuuji asks him under his breath, in response to the answer Megumi had just provided him about who this kid is and why he looks just like him. "He's clearly—"

Yuuji's voice pitches up a little too loudly and both men quickly glance over at the little boy on the other side of the room, who is watching them curiously. Yuuji smiles, though Megumi can see just how strained it is from up close, and then the two men shift away so their backs are to the child once more.

"Fushiguro, that's clearly your kid."

"Not possible," Megumi replies immediately, and he means it. Sure he'd thought the same thing when he first saw the boy, but with every passing moment he's come more firmly to the conclusion that it simply isn't plausible. There's just no way.

Right?

"Hey, Kota-chan?" Yuuji calls over his shoulder, still hacking away at the apple in his hands. "When's your birthday?"

Kota's lips purse, a smudge of chocolate next to his mouth.

"I dunno," the little boy replies.

Both of the men hold back their groans.

"Mama never bought you presents and gave you cake after she sang you a song?" Yuuji tries again.

Kota's eyes light up and he nods. "Yeah!"

Yuuji laughs a little at how the child's expression has changed. "What was the weather like outside that day?"

Kota seems to think very hard about this new information. "There was snow outside. Mama made a snowman with me and then we went inside to eat cake."

Megumi watches as Yuuji does the calculation in his head. It takes a while.

"Kota told me he's four, so who were you seeing in the... late winter or early spring five years ago?" he finally works out the math and asks his friend from the corner of his mouth.

Megumi thinks back, though reluctantly.

"No one," he says finally, upon a moment of reflection.

Yuuji looks like he's about to burst a blood vessel.

"What are you doing, by the way?" Megumi asks, watching Yuuji drag the knife along one of the apple slices, peeling away only a small section of the skin.

"Making bunnies," Yuuji replies, holding one up for Megumi to see.

It does kind of look like a bunny, he has to admit, with two little bits of the peel cut out into points. It's not the most realistic rendition he's ever seen, but it's a close enough approximation. He watches as Yuuji sets the last rabbit-esque slice onto a plate and carries it over to Kota at the table.

"Here you go," he says with a smile, setting the plate down in front of the boy.

Megumi can practically see the sparkles in the child's eyes when he looks at the slices of fruit.

"Bunnies!" he says, beaming up at Yuuji. The pink haired man returns his smile with an equal enthusiasm. The boy picks up a slice immediately, holding it up to his face to appreciate it. "Mama puts bunnies in my lunch sometimes."

Yuuji's smile falters a little. "Hey, Kota-chan, is there anything else you can tell me about your mama? She must be really worried about you, you know."

Kota's lips curl into a sad little frown. He avoids Yuuji's eyes. "Mama was working, and I knew she wouldn't let me help the bunny if I told her because she was really busy, but I had to help him."

Yuuji softens a bit, huffing out a breath. He plops a hand down into Kota's dark hair, ruffling it gently. "You're not in trouble, buddy. And you did help the bunny. But we've gotta try and get you home now, okay?"

Kota nods a little.

"You said your mama works nearby right?" Yuuji asks, and again Kota nods. "And it's a restaurant?" Another nod. "What does mama do there?"

"She brings people their food! And she brings them drinks!" Kota replies.

A server, obviously.

"Okay, good job, Kota. I'm gonna see if I can figure out how to get you home, alright?"

The little boy nods, taking a bite of his apple slice.

Yuuji approaches Megumi, still hovering on the other side of the kitchen. "I'm gonna give Nanamin a call and see if anything's come in about a missing kid at the station, if not I'll jog around the block and check the local restaurants. You stay with Kota and write me down a list of all the women you've—"

Both men look over at Kota, who's watching them raptly with a cheek full of apple.

"—been friends with." Yuuji finishes his sentence strangely, but Megumi gets the message anyway.

The dark haired man feels heat flare in his cheeks, grabbing Yuuji by the front of his shirt before he can step away.

"I've always been very..."—he glances over at the child on the other side of the room—"careful with my friends."

Yuuji understands what he means.

"You can never be careful enough," he remarks pointedly, albeit a bit awkwardly—his cheeks are a little bit pink now too.

Yuuji and Megumi don't ever talk about stuff like this, at least not in such specific detail. This is the kind of conversation Yuuji'd have with his friend Todo, or maybe Nobara, and the kind of conversation Megumi would rather take with him to the grave.

Megumi grits his teeth. "I'm not making a list."

"Fushigu—"

"I don't need one. It doesn't merit the paper." Megumi cuts him off, his cheeks burning so hot he's surprised the room hasn't gotten brighter. Yuuji's eyes widen a little as he processes the admission. Megumi's never really been one to sleep around, and while he's had a few long-term partners, none of them were around the time that Kota would have been born. Plus Megumi's relationships all ended relatively amicably—he'd have known if one of his exes had a baby. "I'm telling you, it doesn't make sense."

Yuuji nods a bit, patting his friend on the shoulder. "Alright, alright," he says. "Let me go call Nanamin and we'll get this figured out."

Megumi watches as his friend steps out through the doorway to the staff kitchen, breathing out a long, weary sigh once he's gone.

"Erm—Doctor Shiguro?"

Megumi freezes, glancing over at the little boy at the table. He'd sort of momentarily forgotten he was even there.

Kota is sitting at the table, rubbing at his eyes with his small fist.

Megumi looks at him expectantly.

"I'm sticky," Kota says, holding up his hands with his fingers splayed.

The man blinks for a moment, and then nods, retrieving a small bit of paper towel and running it under the tap to dampen it. He brings it over to Kota, handing it to the boy, but the child sticks both of his hands out. Megumi hesitates and then takes one of his small hands in his own, sweeping the damp towel across it.

He repeats the motion with the second hand, making sure to get any lingering stickiness off of his smooth skin. His hand is incredibly tiny, Megumi can't help but notice—there are dogs he'd tended to with larger paws than Kota's little hand.

Once Kota's hands are clean, Megumi glances up at his face. His eyelids are drooping, and the man realizes it's quite late for such a young boy to be awake (and eating snacks no less.) That smudge of chocolate is still on Kota's cheek, so Megumi wipes it away with the damp towel too.

"Doctor Shiguro?" Kota mumbles tiredly.

"Fushiguro," Megumi gently corrects him.

"Is my bunny really gonna be okay?" the little boy asks, rubbing at his eyes again.

Megumi thinks back to the way Kota had the little rabbit held against his chest underneath his coat to protect it from the rain; how desperately he'd asked him, a stranger, for his help; how scary it must have been for such a little boy to be out so late, in such a bad storm, all alone.

He nods.

"Yeah, he'll be alright."

#megumi x reader #megumi fushiguro x reader #fushiguro megumi x reader #jjk drabble #jjk writing #writing #mini megumi #tw parenthood #tw pregnancy

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amaiaqt · 9 months

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ㅤㅤㅤㅤミㅤthe cold has never been so niceㅤ⋆ ｡˚ㅤ♡ ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤspending cold evenings with them ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤventi, xiao, kazuha, heizou, wanderer !

"anonymous order; ...could i have lovey dovey + 5wirl + warm milk vs. hot chocolate ? — message cut."

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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ｡ﾟ ⊹ㅤventi !ㅤ

sometimes the wind can be cold, and those are the times that venti uses to his advantage as an excuse to coddle - or to be coddled by - you.

and in his defense, it's not much. since it's not everyday and night that he has your undivided attention after all. so he wants to make the most of this evening with you, even if it means refusing to let you get out of bed.

"windblume don't leave the bed ~" he pleaded, hand tugging on your clothes to hold you back, though it wasn't really effective. you stood up from the bed despite your boyfriend's protests, slightly dragging him with you by the arm that still refused to let go.

"i'll be right back, promise ! i'm just gonna go make us hot chocolate." you took the hand that tugged on your shirt in yours, chuckling at the childish huffs your boyfriend let out. he begrudgingly got up, rubbing his eyes and choosing to follow you instead. "i'll just . . go with you." "i said i'll be right back ?" "it'll be cold without you either way !"

"alright, alright, if you say so."

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ｡ﾟ ⊹ㅤalatus xiao !

he believes he's adapted to the cold, both figuratively and literally. but even a yaksha can't deny the comforting warmth that shields against the harsh breeze.

here he is, sitting by his now favored spot on the balcony of the inn, across from you. the makeshift coffee table you had borrowed from downstairs sat between the two of you, with the tea set you had oh so excitedly showed him the other day set out.

as you poured the newly boiled water into the cups, xiao sighed as the steam warmed him up. "i think it's strange how instead of making tea with this set, you're brewing up milk instead." he commented, bringing the cup closer to his face to further warm himself up with the steam. "well we don't have tea now do we ?" "couldn't you have asked smiley yanxiao ?" "i did, he didn't have any." "i see,"

the wind on the balcony brought a sudden breeze, and xiao reached over to tuck some stray strands away from your face for you.

"do you like the cold, xiao ?" "i like it better with you."

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ｡ﾟ ⊹ㅤkaedehara kazuha !ㅤ

the winds were feeling generous today, he hummed to himself as he chose to redo his low ponytail, brushing back most of his bangs as he tied it back up, slowly growing inconvenience by how the wind blew his hair into his line of sight.

kazuha took a deep breathe as he admired the moon, illuminating the water in a way you'd see in a painting.

"kazu, come down would you ?" he whipped his head around to see you below, taking note of the two cups in your hands. he smiled softly as he used the ropes to glide down to the deck. "sorry darling, did you get cold without me ?" he asked, taking the cup you offered him and breathing in the scent of the cocoa. "i did actually, but i figured to make some hot chocolate before coming out for you." he chuckled, pulling you in as you two now sat on a nearby bench, his hand resting on your waist as he blew softly on his cup.

"the moon is beautiful, isn't it ?" he leaned his head on your shoulder, while yours leaned on his. "it is, but that's no excuse for you to be staying up so late." you flicked his forehead lightly, laughing along with him.

"i know, i know. besides," he looked up at you, "i have my own moon already."

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ｡ﾟ ⊹ㅤshikanoin heizou !ㅤ

soft lips trailed kisses all over your collarbone as heizou laid on your chest, the pitter patter of the rain on the windows fading into somewhat of a melody.

he sighed whenever your fingertips would massage his scalp lightly before brushing through his burgundy locks. "mhmm, if only we could be like this more often." he huffed, nuzzling his face further into your chest as his arms comfortably wrapped around you.

you chuckled, "yeah, but a great detective is always needed, otherwise, cases aren't going to solve themselves are they ?" this earned a scoff from the detective. "but you need a great boyfriend too, am i right ?" he smiled up at you, now leaning up on his elbows.

you shook your head with an ear to ear smile on your face, reaching over for the cup of hot chocolate left on the table, with heizou mimicking you and reaching for his own.

"but seriously, i do wish we could do this more often too." you whispered, leaning back on his shoulder as heizou nodded. "and i promise you, we'll do this as much as we want soon enough." he smiled, both for you and himself.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ｡ﾟ ⊹ㅤwanderer !ㅤ

he's never felt the cold before, nor has he ever felt the warmth. he can't, really.

but he can at least imagine what it feels like. and this, the way your face nuzzled into the crook of his neck with your arms around his shoulders, breathes tickling his skin. this is what he imagines warmth to feel like.

he felt everytime you blew the cup of warm milk in your hands before taking a sip, while he instead would drink straight up while it was steaming. as a matter of fact, this is what he hopes warmth feels like.

"kuni, you seem lost in thought again." you shifted back, looking at him with a concerned hint in your eyes. he shook his head, mustering the most genuine smile he can. "i am, but don't worry, they're not bad thoughts." you nodded, "if you say so."

his gaze shifts around the room, then back to you. "can i . . can i ask you something ?" he hesitated, but relaxed when you hummed so patiently. "this, like this," he set his cup down on the table next to the two of you and pulled you closer by the waist, "is this what warmth should feel like ?" he looks up at you, looking for every hint he may find, the way your face heated up, is that warmth too ?

"well, warmth can be felt in many ways," you tried to explain, with kuni nodding on, listening. "but this is one of my favorite ways to feel it." he blinked, "so, yes ?" "yeah, yes." . . .

"then, this is my favorite warmth too."

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heartfullofleeches · 10 months

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Yan Clown/Circus + Imaginary Friend Darling Blurb

Throughout life, friends come and go, but you - were always the first.

Things were simple in the beginning. Sit with that lonely kid at the playground, wipe their face with your sleeves, and ask if they wanted to be friends. They always said yes. You were inseparable. Playing until streetlights came on plus a seat saved for you at the dinner table when they reluctantly returned home. The biggest fears you faced where the monsters under the bed and the dark... then came school, homework, the future. Your playdates became so far and few, they put in the efforts to make new friends and you were so happy for them.

"Y/n? Who's that? Quit talking to yourself and come hang out with us."

But none of them ever wanted to be yours. Your friend was never home anymore and when they were it was always school work or video games taking their attention. Your place at the table was given to someone else. They'd gradually drift away from speaking to you and it was like you never existed in the first place to them, and maybe you never did - so you left. Back to that empty that existed before it all. There, you remembered all your friends. All your precious memories and the treasures they gave you their parents questioned them about when they disappeared. You hated it there. You didn't want to reminisce on the good times - it only lead to wordless goodbyes. Why - why did they always leave you behind?

"I got invited to a slumber party this weekend... Everyone turned out to be so nice once I gave them a chance like you told me to.... You'll... always be my best friend, but I have real ones now. I'm not a kid anymore - and I can't live in a fantasy world forever."

Of course you always knew - but did your time together really mean nothing? The smiles and tears, joys and fears - were those fake too? This was how life for you went and has gone your entire path. Make a new friend, wait for them to make their own, force yourself to forget, and repeat. You never, ever blamed them for abandoning you. It was your biggest dream to see your friends go out in the world and do all the things you rambled about for hours - you just wished you could've been their when they made their dreams come true. If they could make those fantasies reality, why couldn't you be real too them? It's not fair-

"Hey! You gonna put your raspberry in the square yet? I don't mind waiting cuz you're really cute - but I've eaten most of the blueberries already and if I eat one more I won't have enough for a win."

A new friend - you kept them waiting, lost in your thoughts like that. There's something different about this one... They're a lot bigger than your old friends and dress strange just like those funny people in shows. How old are they?

"28..... Is my favorite number because that's how many waffles I can eat before throwing up. I dunno my age really, I like a lot of candles on my pie so it's hard to remember. I'm probably waaaaaay older - or younger, but I'm definitely not younger than eighteen because I get a new doll every year - and there's a ton. Hey, when's your birthday so we can get your collection started?"

An adult - An adult can see you, but why?

"Hmmm, I dunno how you got in here either. I was just thinking about how great it would be to have someone to eat all these waffles with since I made 29 today - and poof you appeared outta nowhere. You gotta so me that trick eventually - wanna be pals? I'll give you... a quarter, no- half the stack if ya stick around. My name's Gus. Gus the clown."

A clown... Alot of your friends loved those, others were terrified. This one reminded you alot of them. So silly and carefree, just like they always were before reality kicked in. It was never that way for Gus. You'll never forget the shocked look on their face when you told them chocolate milk didn't come from brown cows. They serenaded you with songs detailing your adventures together and nearly had a heart attack when you played peekaboo together which they later tried to play off as good acting - the tear smudges in their paint was just from hot how was is.

At the same time, Gus was far more mature they let on. They fantasized about finding the missing piece to their act and heart, and hopefully marrying that special someone someday. They were all smiles - but as soon as someone got hurt they knew when to drop the act and when to use it to their advantage. You prayed the day they found someone they wouldn't ditch you like everyone else.

It turned out there were a lot more like Gus. True to their status as a performer, they worked and lived in a traveling circus with others who were accepting of you - and had the eyes to see you. They never doubted your existence like parents used to and believed near ever word Gus said even when at the point in time you were nothing more than the ramblings of a mad-clown, and greeted you in kind. Overtime, you became corporal for these performers too and the brief hellos turned to bear hugs thrust upon dolls Gus' sibling made for everyone to have when they wanted sat hello. They still couldn't touch you, but for the first time everyone knew you were their and love you the same, if not more than the friend you came for. Sometimes it really did feel like you were a real person. If only....

"Ouch!"

You pull your hand away from Gus' as the clown bursts into a fit of giggles - yelping in pain as they clap their hands together, electrocuting themselves on the buzzer.

Whoo! That definitely sends a shock through ya. Can't believe that got you. Hey - that got you... you've never been hurt by any of the things we've done before."

They're right. That really did hurt. Wait. It hurt. You've never been able to interact with anything before - leaving Gus overwhelmed on brunch dates when they devoured your share. What's going on?

Gus expresses the confusion you're both feeling with a high-pitched scream. They dart around the room, nabbing their emergency supplies of candy from beneath their pillow. "Ahhhh, idea - Y/n, try one of these - hurry!"

You take one of the licorice sticks and shove it in your mouth. If picked up the treat wasn't proof enough, the explosion of flavor on your tongue confirmed your theories.

"It's...good."

Gus races in a circles, squeeling in delight as they grab and pinch your plush - warm cheeks. "They've never been warm before! This is amazing. Ahhh, next test- here goes!"

Shutting their eyes, Gus rams their lips against yours - grinning with teeth against your skin. They kiss your lips, cheeks, and noses - smothering you with a hug, soaking up the beat of your speeding heart.

"You have no idea long I've wanted to do that...."

You're still reeling from everything going on. "W-what's happening, Gus?"

"No clue! If you want my guess, I'd say so many people believing in you made you real like that one movie with the puppet. The others! Oh, man everyone's gonna love this! Come on!"

Gus picks you up and sprints to the main show room. They gather everyone into the area along with the biggest mirror they could find. They try to explain, but the excitement gets the better of them. Frustrated by everyone's agreeable questions - they rip off the blanket covering the mirror and your reflection, and the crowd goes wild.

"That wasn't there before! Can we touch Y/n now???"

"I call dibs on giving them their first piggyback ride!"

"Wonderful timing! I knitted you a lovely scarf before I forgot you technically were a figment of our combined imaginations."

"If they're really here and can touch stuff... They can be part of the show - can't they?"

Thats right. You'd fit right in with your history too. After a celebratory dinner and cuddle session - the preparations for your big debut were made. As expected, everyone loved you. You and Gus were the starting act, and two halves of the same whole. People saw you, they praised you, loved you. The adoration of the crowd was like no other, but everything after the curtains were closed was even better. Gus kept to their promise of never leaving you behind. You were that missing piece - someone they couldn't live without. It was time for you to finally grow up and leave the ghosts of the past where they lied.

"Aw, don't be like that, sweetie. You'll love it once we get there."

This is bullshit. Their college gradation and their folks were dragging them to some circus. Luckily they had a few buds pull through for an aftershow at a nearby bat.

"Maybe your opinion will change when you see the staring act. That clown reminds me a lot of that friend you used to go on about. What was their name again? I think it was -"

Y/n. Your name and smiling face were plastered on a billboard they passed. It was no vague resemblance - that was their first companion down to the scrunchie you wore around your wrist that they gave you on the day they gave you the lukewarm mercy of a goodbye. It couldn't really be you - right?

"Look how big you've grown...."

No-

"Your parents tell me you're graduating this year. I'm so, so proud of you. Are you going to become a scientist just like you said?"

How?

"You always said it was so you could find a way for everyone to see me too... I'm sorry for holding you back for so long. It's good that you made friends. I made alot too - really good ones. With them, I can live in fantasy and the real world at the same time. It's so much fun."

What are you apologizing for? Why are you acting like you're the one that abandoned them. You were everywhere to them. Everything they ever achieved was because of the shoulder you gave them to lean on. Being with you was like a dream - but everyone has to wake up eventually.

"Oops! Looks like a wasted all our time. I have a few more scheduled greets, but maybe if you stay after we can chat a little more before you leave. See you!"

They don't want to leave. There's still so much to be explained; to say and do, but just like them - you were gone as you appeared. They had to see you again in a better time. Do imaginary friends drink coffee?"

"How's it feel to be the one on the other end of the stick?"

Another clown stands behind them. It was the same one that shared your act. Gus. What do they want?

"Y'know I know alllll about what happened between you two. I know everything from their past since as their bestest friend - and potential future spouse - it's my job to make them loved enough to spill every, little detail. You shouldn't have come here. You're not the first to recognize them - and you won't be the last.

The ball of their wrist juts painfully against their skin as the clown grabs their arm.

"I won't let any of you get back into their heart. I won't let anyone hurt them again. You can't just take back what you broke when someone else fixes it. I'll make you feel what they felt. I'll make them forget you - and anyone who tries to take them from us that I promise and promises are meant to be kept. Quick question before you go though - think Y/n will like these matching necklaces I made us? Anything looks cute when its on them - but think it'll fit better than that old scrunchie."

#Gus my oc #yandere imagines #yandere oc #yandere x you #yandere scenarios #yandere insert #yandere blurb #yandere headcanons #yandere x reader #yandere clown #yandere concept #yandere idea #yandere

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themultifandomgal · 1 year

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Jay- What Are You Doing?

I waddle to the precinct with some food for me and Jay to eat on his lunch break

"What on gods earth are you doing here?" Trudy asks crossing her arms

"I'm here to eat with Jay. Can you buzz me up please?"

"You should be at home"

"I've been at home for weeks. I'm bored" I moan at Trudy who sighs

"Alright alright" she picks up her phone "detective chuckles come and get your heavily pregnant wife before she goes into labour on my floor" I laugh as Trudy puts down the phone. In no time at all Jay is by my side and we make our way to the bullpen

"You should have stayed at home" he says with a hand placed on my lower back

"I can't stay home anymore. I've rearranged the furniture enough times"

"Your going to hurt yourself doing that" he scolds. We arrive in the bullpen where I'm greeted by everyone

"Aren't you meant to be on maternity leave?" Kim asks giving me a hug

"I am, but I'm bored and I needed some air"

"How long have you got left YN?" Antonio asks sitting at the edge of his desk with his arms crossed. Jay pulls out a chair for me to sit on

"Three weeks, but Natalie said because this is my first I could be late" I reply sitting down on said chair "now I'm starving so if you have more questions can they wait until I've eaten?" I open up the bag and grab a sandwich

"Gear up, I've just had intel about an armed robbery" Voight says walking out of his office "hello YN, good to see you. You can stay here until Jay gets back, take a nap or whatever while you wait"

"Thanks" I give a smile at Voight

"Ok let's move"

"See you in a bit" Jay bends now and kisses my forehead before he leaves for the locker room to get ready.

While they're all gone I have the urge to rearrange the break room. I'm now stood on a stool checking the dates of all the coffees and hot chocolates we have

"This is a pigs stye" I mutter to myself then start to laugh "ha pigs because were the police" I then start to hear chattering getting louder which means everyone's back. Quickly, but carefully, I get down and throw away anything out of date and put the chair back to where I got it from

"YN?" I hear Jay shout. I switch on the coffee pot to make it look like I'm making a drink

"In here" I call out. Jay walks into the break room and kisses my cheek

"What are you doing?"

"Making a drink"

"Coffee? But you can't have caffeine?"

"Babe I can have a little and I just fancied a coffee" lies. I've hated coffee since getting pregnant and Jay knows this

"Go sit down, I'll make you a drink" I nod my head and sit at the table. Jay opens the cupboard and takes out a tea bag and putting it into a cup. He pours some hot water in my cup then some milk and hands it to me "so what were you really up to?"

"Nothing" I give Jay a sweet smile. Adam walks into the break room and opens up the cupboard

"Where the hell is my coffee?" I turn around on the seat so I'm facing away from Adam

"YN what we're you doing?"

"Ok I may have sorted the cupboard out"

"Meaning you stood on a chair while being 9 months pregnant"

"No I magically grew" I sip my tea

"Did you throw my coffee?"

"It was out of date"

"Told you this nesting was a nightmare. She's been like it since she turned 7 months pregnant" Jay sighs "right finish your tea and I'll take you home"

"No Jay please just let me stay. I'll be on my best behaviour. I won't rearrange any furniture or climb on any chairs. Please I'm so bored at home"

"Fine, but you sit at your desk and play on your phone. You don't get involved in any cases"

"Yeah yeah" I roll my eyes and get up from the seat and waddle to my desk and sit down while everyone gets on with their work.

#jay halstead x reader #jay halstead x you #jay halstead x yn #jay halstead x oc #jay halstead #jay halstead imagine #one chicago #one chicago imagine #chicago pd

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bonny-kookoo · 4 months

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I've missed bad habits a couple so f-ing much omfg- :(( Do you think we could get a glimpse into how they're doing now? *of course, no pressure at all! <33*

I'll take any chance I can to write for them no joke

"Do you think she'll like me?" jungkook wonders as he makes your hot chocolate on the stove- with marshmallows, something you've said you're craving.

"You're her dad." You giggle, legs swinging a little as you sit at the small kitchen table. "Of course she'll love you." You reassure, while he stirs the pot of milking chocolate so they mix evenly.

"But what.. if we fight in the future?" He worries. "If she wants to, I don't know, go out clubbing at fourteen and I'll have to tell her she's not old enough-" He worries, taking the pot off the flame to pour it into a large cup for you.

"Then she'll forgive you." You softly say. "And also that's so far in the future. She's not even born yet!" You remind him as he puts a generous amount of tiny marshmallows before he puts the cup in front of your eagerly waiting form.

"But soon!" He whines as he sits down across from you. "Maybe tomorrow! Or tonight!" He complains, and you know he's stressing. You're not even close to your due date yet, but that doesn't reassure Jungkook whatsoever. The sight of you waddling around with your very visible baby bump is enough to make him feel stressed- constantly telling you to sit back down, that he'll get you stuff, that he'll do stuff for you instead.

He almost has a near heart attack when he saw you walk down the steps of the apartment building towards him as you'd sheepishly told him you wanted to go get some gummy candies while he was at work- unaware that he'd be coming home early.

Ever since then, he'd asked for time off, giving them the reason of your high risk pregnancy and the fact that you're up to no good the second he takes his eyes off of you.

"Jungkookie?" You ask, snapping him out of his thoughts. "Don't spoil her too much when she's born." You say, and his eyes widen in a dramatic expression of offense.

"What? But she's my princess!" He exclaims.

"I know, it's very visible from all the toys she already has in her room." You tease.

"Yeah well, she- I just want to.. you know.. have what she wants when she gets here.." he pouts to himself. "We can sort them out later.." he says, when your hand holds his, a smile on your face.

"Dont worry so much." You tell him, and he nods-

Though you know, he just can't help himself.

#bts imagine #bts fanfic #bts fic #jungkook imagine #jeon jungkook x reader #jeon jungkook imagine #bts jungkook imagine #bts jungkook fanfic

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luveline · 2 years

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I’m dying for you to write something along the lines of Eddie planning a date w you and the sitter falling through so you have to have dinner at his house w Roan🥺 can’t wait to see both of their reactions to how pretty you look all dressed up for the date!!!!

omggg | dad!eddie x fem!reader

Eddie's a picture of defeat, dressed up and braced over the countertop. He knows the sitter isn't coming. Not ten minutes after she was supposed to, not twenty.

The phone rings. He picks it up. "Yep? Yeah. Yeah. I figured. Okay. Yep."

He's not being fair — the babysitter is a young girl a couple of trailers down. She's no professional but Roan knows her, and Eddie knows her. She'd been a sure bet.

Eddie's never gonna find another sitter tonight.

He keeps the phone in his hand and rubs his eyes, stressed beyond words. How is he ever gonna ask you to be his girlfriend when things like this keep happening?

Roan comes to stand at his feet. She's in pyjamas with her hair down, her baby curls straighter with the weight as it grows. He drops a hand on top of her head and follows it down. "What do you want?" he asks. Not unkind, but suspicious.

She buries her face in his legs. "Nothing."

He hums, non-believing. Her hands grasp at the sides of his thighs and she sighs. Eddie knows that she knows he was going somewhere without her and that this is her attempt at a guilt trip. It's kind of working.

He puts your number into the phone and holds the receiver against his ear, one hand safe and sound at Roan's small back. He's lucky you pick up, lucky you aren't just about leaving.

"She can't make it?" you ask after he relays his problem.

"No... Wayne's too spent to have her, or he would've."

"Well, maybe I could come over?"

His relief is palpable. "We'll get takeout?"

"I'll grab some on the way. What does Roan get from The Three Dragons?"

Eddie takes your willingness to change plans as extremely encouraging and hangs up with a smile. He'd already cleaned for the sitter, so there's nothing to do but throw Roan over his shoulder and listen to her squealing laughter while they wait for you to join them. He dangles her upside down and right way up, messes with her until she's begging to be released, and when he pulls her back up she clings to him. Works everytime.

He takes his stolen cuddle with no guilt and flops down on the couch. If he wants to put her in some extremely not real danger to milk her affection, he's gonna do it shamlessly.

She sits with her legs across his lap and her cheek to his chest, talking for a while with a nervous kind of whine to her voice. "Don't want you to go," she mumbles eventually, arms around his waist.

He clocks it. She doesn't realise he's staying for good. She doesn't have a clue you're on your way. Her night just went from bad to amazing.

"You really don't want me to go?" Eddie asks quietly, stroking an inky dark curl from her face.

Roan pouts and nuzzles into his black dress shirt. "No," she whines.

"Maybe I'll stay, then. Would that be okay?"

She whizzes to life, blinking at him quickfire and smiling so nicely he wants to take a photograph. "Yes, stay here," she says. Her voice is wobbly.

He accepts her climbing, feet digging into his thighs as she stands on him to wrap her arms around his neck, curls and all. He chuckles and pats her back, the brushed cotton of her comfy clothes soft under his hand.

"Baby, that's not even the best part."

Roan takes a second to digest this. She thinks about what he's saying, he can near see the cogs turning behind her eyes.

"We can have chocolate?" she asks.

"Better. We can have Y/N."

Cue your knocking at the door. Roan springs away from him like you might catch her cuddling up to him and discover she likes him, hands flying from his chest. She almost falls on her face as she slides down his leg and races across the room. Peculiarly, she waits at the closed door for him in silence, though her pert nose wrinkles with what can only be called the world's cutest pout.

Eddie follows behind her. He holds a hand to her shoulder to stop her from walking into the door as he opens it with a thin metal clatter. The two of them are shocked to silence at your unveiling.

You're perfect. Eddie really thinks you're perfect. Your hair looks beautiful, your face practically glows. You smile like you always do, unapologetically happy with that touch of awkwardness. He finds it adorable that you'd be unsure of yourself even now.

"You'll never guess what they had at The Three Dragons," you say, holding up the bulging white plastic bag where it dangles from your fingers.

"Y/N," Roan says happily, a huge smile on her tiny face.

You drop your dramatics and beam at her. "Hi, baby. Don't you just look snug as a bug?"

Eddie takes the takeout and your purse on automatic, knowing what's gonna happen before it does. As he predicted, Roan throws herself at you and expects to be picked up immediately. You've yet to deny her anything, swinging her up to your chest with little care for your nice dress.

"They're my jammies," she informs you, spreading her arms so you can see the flowers adorning her chest.

"They're so pretty." Eddie watches your hand smooth up her back lovingly, your fingernails trailing gently over Roan's shoulder blade as you walk a ways into the living room, managing to close the door behind you with a well-aimed kick. "Fit for a princess."

You wink at Eddie, as if to say Yeah, I'm getting good at this.

"You look pretty," Roan says.

Eddie melts. You melt worse, your exuberant smile softening.

"Can I give you a kiss?" you ask her.

Roan turns her face to brandish her cheek at you. You look over her head to check Eddie's face. He holds up his hands, your bags sliding down his arms. "Kiss away."

You press a sweet, small kiss into her cheek. "Thank you," you say, forehead pressed to her dark curls. "I'm not as pretty as you, Ro, but I tried. Wanted to look nice for your daddy."

"He thinks you look killer," Eddie says.

You smile but don't lift your face, hand rubbing a gentle pattern over Roan's back still. "He doesn't look half bad himself."

You dot another quick kiss to Roan's cheek and pull up to meet his eyes. "Can you pass me the box from the bag, please?"

Eddie digs it out and hands it to you. "I'll go plate up, should I?" He needs a second to get over how pretty you look. Recalibrate. Become his cooler, cockier self, the kind of guy that might actually have a chance with a girl like you.

"Yes, please."

Eddie moves to the kitchen, sneaking glances at you every now and then where you've moved to the couch. You sit with Roan on one thigh, the skirt of your dress split and showing a fascinating length of naked leg. He shakes his head at his own behaviour and turns back to the food, dipping the tip of his finger into Roan's sauce to make sure it's not too hot.

"All the princesses have these," you say.

Roan sighs in wonder.

Eddie licks his finger clean and returns to spying on you both, curious. Roan's got either side of a hand fan in her grips, eyes wide as she takes in the painted flowers decorating its fabric.

"You can cover your face with it, or you can just use it to cool down." You take it from her carefully. "Like this," you say, waving it at her.

Her eyes close. Puffs of air blow the hair from her face.

"Does that feel nice?" you ask, bubbly.

Roan giggles.

I'm fucked, Eddie thinks, watching your lips quirk into an uneven, enamoured smile. I'm totally fucked.

more eddie and roan

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saturnville · 2 months

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the man in the suit.

pairing: miguel galindo x afro latina fem oc (eliana)

prompt: miguel becomes infatuated with eliana, the owner of a popular coffee shop in town.

an: I was asked to bring back the Miguel Galindo fics by an anon. it's been over two years since I've written anything Mayans, but I'm always willing to revisit old fandoms, so, here we go, I hope you enjoy.

Her coffee shop was a staple in the town. Known for the rich Colombian coffee beans ground with intentionality, brewed with love, and served in mugs crafted by her own hands. The aura was always calm. Busy, but never so much that guests couldn't enjoy their time. They, just like she often, would get lost in the melodies of indie music that played from the speakers and drunk off caffeine and oat milk. The Tranquil Lounge was a blessing to Santo Padre.

Saturdays were the busiest days in the Lounge. College students stopped by to grind out assignments due the following day at midnight, entrepreneurs chugged coffee like water to finalize funding proposals, and others snuggled by the window with a good book. They were lively and invigorating; her favorite days in the shop.

She danced around her employees, humming a Marc Anthony tune as she topped off a cup with cold foam. Vivir mi vida, la, la, la, la, she hummed to herself.

"I'm very impressed. Most people don't know the lyrics passed the chorus," said an unfamiliar voice. Her teeth gleamed as she smiled softly. Her head still down, she placed a lid on the cup and slid it to the other side of the counter.

"I consider myself determined when it comes to learning song lyrics," she replied. "What can I get you?" Finally, she lifted her head, and she struggled to fight the instinct to gasp. How had he found her little coffee shop in town?

Miguel Galindo was notorious in Santo Padre. A businessman with illegal practices. The government hated him, men envied him, and women wanted him. Everyone in Santo Padre knew who he was and they knew better than to cross him. Their families could end up missing within hours if they upset him. It should have struck fear in her heart, but his presence did the opposite.

Her eyes scanned his attire. Bold of him to wear a white suit to drink coffee. But, it looked beautiful against his olive complexion. It was perfectly tailored to hug his broad shoulders. Her eyes followed its outline.

His brown eyes scanned the beautifully curated menu behind her. Bright colors against the blackboard. Sunflowers, rainbows, and bees decorated the menu. Creative, he noted. "I'll do a hot caramel macchiato. Medium, please." He handed her a twenty-dollar bill. She halted. The drink was $4.

Miguel looked unamused when she parted her lips to object, so she simply took the bill from his hand and thanked him with a smile. "Enjoy, hope to see you back soon."

He nodded. His eyes dropped to her nametag. Eliana, Founder. "Thank you, Eliana. You have a good day, quierda."

She smiled bashfully, "Gracias. You too."

Miguel Galindo was enamored by her. He saw the silhouette of her figure when he closed his eyes to rest at night. He heard the southern twang of her accent as he listened to music on the radio, and he saw the richness of her eyes in the mounds of chocolate chips scattered in Christopher's pancakes.

He made frequent appearances at the shop after that. Catching her friendly grin and gentle hands as she passed his cup to him was one of the few highlights of his day. He cherished it, craved it, and adored it.

He felt lucky when he waltzed into the shop one Saturday morning to find it empty. He thought it was a slow day, but she'd closed it for cleaning. And rather than turning him away, she welcomed him in.

"Your usual?" Eliana questioned. She propped her broom against a stable surface and turned to move behind the counter. "On the house."

"Oh no," Miguel waved. "You're not even open, I see." It was Eliana's turn to force an object into his hands. His usual--hot caramel macchiato; medium with a smiley face drawn on the side of the cup.

"You keep me in business, Mr. Galindo," Eliana replied teasingly with a smile. She was so pretty to him. The woman with a mahogany complexion and soft eyes with an unexplainably gentle aura.

Miguel's eyes dropped to the floor as he chuckled bashfully. He had a tendency to pay more than was due, but he credited it as paying in advance for future visits. "I just like to support where I can." Eliana picked up her broom and hummed, instructing him to get comfortable in the cushioned chairs near the window.

His eyes scanned the marvelous artwork that decorated the dark walls. Murals of people parading in fields of palm trees with drums, colorful skirts, and baskets of fruits, vegetables, and grains. They were all of deep complexion. His eyebrow rose.

"Where are you from?" He found himself asking.

"Costa Chica of Guerrero. Mexico." The area where Black Mexicans were the most populated.

"Tu familia?" Your family?

Eliana shrugged a shoulder and bent over to sweep the dirt unto the dustpan. "En México. Conseguí una beca para estudiar aquí. Se graduó con un título en negocios y decidió quedarse. It's a long story." In Mexico. I got a scholarship to study here. I graduated with my business degree and decided to stay.

Miguel mimicked her actions and gestured to the empty seat across from him. "I've got the time if you do."

They were polar opposites. She was an extrovert, he was introverted. She loved the fall, yet he found it one of the sadder seasons. Tea was her favorite, though she owned a coffee shop, but coffee was his holy grail. He grew up without his father present, but hers was her rock. So many new discoveries that he basked in like warm comforters on a winter day.

“I enjoyed today,” Miguel said as he walked her to her car. Hours had passed, the sun had set, and their day had come to a close. “I’d like to see you again.”

Eliana hummed as she tapped her key fob. Her vehicle chirped excitedly. She reached for the door handle, but Miguel beat her to it. She thanked him gently and slid into the seat. “Well, you’ll know where to find me, Miguel.”

He chuckled and nodded. She wasn’t going to make it easy for him, but. he liked that. Effort was required. He liked a challenge.

“I do,” he replied. “Be ready tomorrow evening. Be safe tonight, Eliana.”

Her brown eyes are twinkled with curiosity. She stretched up and pressed a kiss on his cheek. “Wear a white suit.” And with that, she started her car and sped off into the night, leaving Miguel to bask in the eagerness of seeing her again.

#saturnville #black!reader #black reader #miguel galindo x black!reader #miguel galindo x black reader #miguel galindo imagine #miguel galindo x reader #mayans mc #fx mayans mc #angel reyes #ez reyes

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peachesofteal · 8 months

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I’ll be honest, I’m looking forward to the darker scenarios 👀

Darling unable to get away, having to stay because she knows she can’t survive on her own, let alone with a little baby that’s entirely dependent on her.

Simon, possessive and controlling to keep Darling with them, their family together. He’s already gone too far with messing with the BC, so I’m betting he’s willing to go further at this point.

Johnny, helpless to it all, but trying to keep the peace, keep Darling healthy so she can deliver a healthy baby safely. What else can he do without losing both Simon and his pregnant Darling?

I’m specifically imagining after Darling confronts them, trying to run out the front door, but Simon physically stops her, will not let her leave until she listens to him, agrees this is for the best, that she belongs to and with them.

Sorry for the long ask, just have so many thoughts on this AU and am looking forward to seeing where you take it 😵‍💫

There are so many juicy little bits to the baby trap au here, but let's talk about Johnny for a sec:

I like to imagine Johnny not being helpless, but definitely second to Simon in all of this. It was his idea, his dream, and he did agree. It was a decision they made together, but I think now he's really trying to tow the line in order to keep everyone together. It's a strain for sure, but he did this to himself, he's not innocent. He knows it. He likes it. The guys, both of them, love how you've always depended on them and this is no different in baby trap.

18+ MDNI / baby trap au / dark and twisty themes / reader is a prisoner so please read with caution

His fingers reach for yours involuntarily, the muscles in his face working against the wince that is pulling at his lips when you snatch your hand away like he's burned you. "Please, darling, will you at least-"

"No." You hiss, pushing the plate away from where you sit. Your arms cross in front of your chest, and you do that thing again, the thing you've been doing recently that's driving him mad, where you close your eyes and pretend he doesn't exist.

"I know ye must be hungry, love." He moves the plate back, palm cupping your knee softly. You don't jerk away, but it's more because you're still acting like he's not there, instead of shying away as you're prone to do.

He sighs.

"Well, I guess I can eat this then. Or we can dump it." He takes your fork and spears a piece of pancake, mopping it around in the syrup that you like so much, before lifting it to his lips. "Be such a shame, to waste it all, but Si won't be home for another hour yet, and I ate before ye woke up." He's not lying, it would be. He made you pancakes, bacon, and eggs. Sourdough toast, your favorite, and a peanut butter smoothie. There's also orange juice, and chocolate almond milk, another thing you've been craving non stop.

You crack an eyelid. Just a little, enough to survey the meal again. He knows, knows, that you're hungry. You hardly touched your dinner, and then suffered a breakdown, where you locked yourself in the bathroom and cried for hours until Simon had enough and picked the lock after you had started sobbing out loud about how you wanted to die.

It had taken hours to settle you, Simon with a hand steady on your nape, Johnny with his arms around you as you cried yourself to sleep in the guest bed.

He chews his bite, thoughtfully, albeit a little loudly, before clearing his throat. "It's a nice day today. Want to go for a walk? We could go to the park, or walk down to the cafe you like." Both of your eyes blink open now, narrowed, but still staring at breakfast, and he puts the fork on the rim of the plate with a clink, motioning to the pancakes. "They're a bit fluffy." He comments, and you scowl. He holds his snicker as you reach for it, pulling everything in front of you, stabbing into a large bite and lifting it into your mouth. "Good girl." He whispers, and you shift uncomfortably in your seat, teeth worrying at your bottom lip. "Take another bite." He urges in a soft voice, but you shake your head.

"My stomach hurts." you whisper to your knees, and he swallows the lump in his throat. It's been so hard on you, the pregnancy, the changes in everything, everything that's happened after you found that stupid piece of foil. You had always struggled with eating, your own emotions sabotaging you, twisting you up into knots, but now it was even worse. And you needed to eat, now more than ever. For yourself, and the baby. The doctor had assured them that your appetite fluctuations were okay for now, but they needed to keep a close eye on it.

"What about some of the eggs?" He nods to the glass to your left, the tall one with the smoothie in it. "Or some of that?" Your nose wrinkles.

"I don't want it."

"You love peanut butter smoothies, they're your favorite."

"I want mango." You huff. Mango? Since when? You rub your belly thoughtfully and look at him with big, sad eyes. "I'm really craving mango. Can I have a mango smoothie? With vanilla ice cream in it? Please?" There's a glimmer of something, in your eyes, something sad, and longing... but familiar, and he swallows against the worry that rises in his gut. It's going to be okay. You're going to be alright. They're taking care of you. They won't let anything happen to you.

He shoots Simon a quick text, telling him to pick up fresh mango and vanilla ice cream on his way home, and then he glances back at you.

"Si will bring the ingredients home, okay?" You nod, still palming your belly, fingers tapping across your skin. You groan a little when you get to your feet, body sore from the less than luxurious guest bed that you've been insistent on sleeping in, and walk away to sink into the couch. "What're ye doing?" You burrow yourself into the cushions pulling the blankets up over your chin and closing your eyes, back to pretending that he doesn't exist, except to give your answer.

"Waiting for my smoothie. You'll bring it to me?" You peek over the mound of pillows, eyes still wide and sad, but there's something else there, something he can't name, and he nods automatically.

"Of course, darling."

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