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ethan winters? carlos oliveira? leon kennedy? luis sera? chris redfield?

i can take all of them. but not in a fight

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someone restrain me from these two i’m begging you i’ve had ENOUGHHHHH

my poor mc

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just looked back at some of the one shots i wrote a few years ago and idk what i was doing cuz they were not it.

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'bargin' (castiel)

warnings; cursing, maybe but mostly fluff!

pairings ; castiel x female!reader

tw; cuts, blood, mentions of death

summary; after a pretty close call on a hunt, the boys hire cas to keep you locked up at the motel on the next hunt while you recover, knowing you'll never stay back if not forced.

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"Castiel. Let me out of here. Now!… I swear to god I’ll find a way out, then both you and those idiots will regret this!" you barked through the thin wood of the motel’s bedroom door, your forehead pressed lightly against it, you'd been locked in there for hours now, not only were you pissed the boys were trying to micro-manage you again, but you really had to pee.

"No, y/n—… unfourtunately I cannot do that, you might get hurt, Dean and Sam asked me to keep you here, and keep you safe.. and… i'm not sure if my father can help you with this.."  the angel stated in a stern tone, leaning his shoulder against the other side of the door, a exhausted look painted on his features, he could understand your need to help the winchesters, but this was much, much different.

"I'm a grown ass woman, damn it! I don't need those boys telling me where to stay, where to go, what to do all. the time. this is my case Castiel, let me out" you barked out at him again, giving the old door a final bang with your balled up fist… they not only stole your case, but locked you up with Castiel knowing exactly how you felt about the handsome blue eyed angel. no response came for awhile but then the blue eyed ‘man’ replied, “you almost died, y/n, this isn’t to spite you it’s because they— we— care about you.”

Castiel looked down at the floor of the motel, trying to find the right words, he still wasn’t good with.. humans and how delicate they truly were, and he did care about Y/N. a lot. “What if you get hurt worse this time? look at yourself now! You're wounded already, this is the exact reason they worry about you so much.  You need rest." his voice was now coming from directly behind you and it made you jump at the sudden chane, you spun around with a long and exasperated sigh, your face reading that you didn't much care about risking that.

you tilted your head to the side like a lost puppy, trying desperately to use that ‘so innocent’ look, "I am completely, totally, FINE" you said looking down at your torso slowly which had been ripped to shreads just two days ago by a demon you were hunting down, son of a bitch caught you by surprise and took you down with one blow, Sam had to carry you out, truly.. you'd almost died right in front of the brothers.

"I'm sorry." was all he said for a moment as he looked down on you with careful but kind eyes, ones the screamed thousands of words yet said nothing at all, he cared as deeply for you as the boys did yet he couldn’t find a way to say it, he crossed his arms and stepped towards you, to try and get you to lay in the bed in the center of the room like he had been for hours, knowing you needed nothing more then to rest, and he was going to do his best to take care of you like you had him before.

you stepped away again like before, not wanting to be completely useless, it just wasn't in your nature to do.. nothing. "well, i'm bored out of my mind, at least let me out of this bedroom." you pryed at him with pleading eyes, the ones you'd learned from Sam while traveling with them the last few years.

"...On one condition." he said after a moment of just silently staring at you, seemingly deciding on what he wanted to say or do.

"and what's that then?" you inquired rasinig an eyebrow, curiousity blooming in your ever expanding mind.

"you.. you uh.. " he seemed nervous, he hadn't made eye contact for the last few minutes, opting to just fidget with his trench coat, ".... go.. on a.. date? with uh me, of course." he finally finished chopping us his words as he sputtered them, trying hard to keep his composure but he was turning redder by the second.

You were more then just a little surprised but you only laughed quietly at the cute angels nervousness and nodded slowly, "A date with you? I think I can do that..”

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'bully in big boy shoes' (C. rk800)

ask; “What abt Connor reacting to the reader punching the shit out of Gavin”

warings; cursing, slight violence in the workplace

rating; pg13

pairing; conner model rk800 x GN!reader

summary; conner has been getting pushed around at the DPD since he has arrived and y/n is sick and tired of gavin reed always being agressive towards him.

pre-revolution

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"hey, tin can." the voice game out gruff and sounded like someone's annoying younger brother trying way to hard to get your attention for something completely foolish.

the voice belonged to gavin reed and oh boy oh boy, did it travel throughout the entire office, which seeing as it was almost always bustling with life and people, that was pretty impressivly annoying.

conner was standing with his back turned to the man in the semi - spacious break room making a cup of coffee to help sober the lieutient up from his hangover, flipping a small coin in between his aligile fingers and back into his palm when the voice from behind him caught his attention.

conner had been dealing with gavin for weeks now while, he hadn't stepped off since he arrived and if he didn't know any better he would've said it must've been out of some sort of pent up jealousy or insecurity or even rage.

but today was different for some reason, conner couldn't explain it and it made gears whirl figuritively and literally in his andriod brain.

"Give it a rest, Reed you've picked on him everyday this month and ne never gives you a reaction."  y/n, a senior detective on homicide, spoke up before conner could even respond to the insufrable nickname Reed had given him on the very first day he even stepped into the DPD.

Reed's head sanpped back to them and he seemed surpised, you hardly ever spoke up at all and when you did it was always about work, you hardly ever stuck up for yourself that is.. "this is between me and him y/n, keep out of it."  he said recovering from his slack jawed silence after a moment, but you weren't having it, you were feeling bold today and if you were honest, you liked Conner, he was nice to you, and Gavin was the worst.

"is it, though?" you asked squinting at him with a fake suspision, "cause you talk so loudly, sometimes I think you want every one to hear you being a bully" you laughed bitterly and looked back to  conner, who was just quietly watching the exchange, his face not showing much but his LED was blinking wildly like he was in deep thought about something.

Gavin tried to speak but you merely cut him off like he wasn't talking at all, or like he was below you, like he treated everybody else, "I think.. you just like to swing your dick around because you're an attention whore and need constant validation, you constantly need to feel like someone thinks you're 'SO COOL' but are you.. really?"

you slowly made a paced walk towards the man, who was sputtering out curses trying to find the right words to hurt your feelings, but truly nothing he could've said would've hurt coming from someone like him.

he was red in the face and looked so pitiful if it wasn't him you would've felt a bit bad about your harsh words, but in the moment it really only made you wanna laugh in his face, he finally managed some words after a long few moments, "whatever, you're just protecting the plastic prick because you wanna fuck him or something, stupid bitch.." was all he got out

"excuse me?"

now you were fuming, "you're gonna regret those words when you eat your goddamn teeth." you barked out angrily, flinging yourself towards him fist raised to land a solid blow to his face but before you could make contact Conner grabbed you by the arm and pulled you back, "y/n, I am going to suggest you don't do that." he said simply, artifical brown eyes just boring down into yours, you wanted to pull away but you were completely captured by his touch for a minute.

Reed was already snickering, backing up with his hands up like he was surrendering, "yeah, tin-can.. control your partner there.. fuckin' manaic.." he grumbled before heading back out towards the main area.

"what a prick." you muttered with a sour look on your face, still staring out where Reed had left from, god how much you wanted to just give him one good punch to the face..

"why did you do that?" conner, whom you'd almost forgot was there asked from close behind you, "I mean, I am an Andriod, he cannot destory me and if he does.. I will just be replaced."

y/n was a bit taken aback, not even they knew truly why they did that, maybe it was because you hated Reed or maybe just because you liked Conner or maybe both.

"cuz'.. I like you. Just because your an android doesn't change that, nobody should be treated like that— he’s just used to swinging his dick around for attention.”

that made the gears in conner's artifical mind whirl again and his LED flash a mixture of the three colors, "oh." was all he managed, but you had changed him, you'd taught him something without even knowing it, something he'd always remember.

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something isn't right, (s. r.)

~ Criminal Minds (tv series) ~

something isn't right

summary; you go missing on a case and the bau are on a mission to find you, but Reid is the most determined to find you ALIVE.

rating; PG13 (SFW) but pretty heavy topics.

warings; violence, gore, cursing, kidnapping and starvation.

pairing ; female!reader x Spencer Reid

word count; 1k +

a pounding in your head was killing you, why was it so dark? you couldn't even remember going to bed, or even... most of the day before... you moved your hand to rub your eyes and a sharp pain shot from your abdomen up tp your neck and arms, it flet like every bone in your body was broken, "fuck!" you gasped, throwing a hand over the spot, the feeling of something wet set your heart at full speed and just like that you were on high alert.

you ripped your hand away and brought it close to your face, you couldn't see it in the pitch black room but the smell of blood was very apparent, the danger of the situation sinking in,

"shit... where am I?" you mumbled under your breath as you moved your legs carefully to stand up, one hand still planted on your side to keep pressure on the wound that you couldn't quite see, the chain on your ankle making your situation seem ever more dire, and you wished you could remember anything about how you'd gotten there.

the dark room grew once you made it to your feet and you had one mission, get the fuck out, and now.

~ s. r.'s pov ~

Spencer paced around the conference room of the Evansville police department, his hands stuffed deep in his pockets to keep him from fiddling with his fingers, a bad nervous habit he'd picked up somewhere along the line, "How are we still not searching right now?" he asked in anticipation, "she hasn't been back all night, this guy knew who she was, I think its appropriate!" he finished off, turning to the rest of the BAU and the county sheriff who seemed to all be conversing amounts themselves, casually like nobody quite cared that part of there team and 'his girlfriend' had been abducted.

Hotch looked up at the clearly worried man and nodded his head towards him in recognition, "she's only been gone for 14 hours, we can't say she didn't just run away at this point, if it were up to me we'd be looking, but I can only do so much spencer, we have to wait it out."

The light shinning through the cracks in the floor above was the only source of light you could see coming into the area and the heavy sets of footsteps above gave you good enough insight not to try going that way, but as you felt the walls for any windows, doors, latch, you were beginning to think it may be your only way, as the slide your hand along the last farthest wall you felt two long pieces of wood over a window held up by only a few nails, maybe something that could help you for a quick and quite exit.

You dug your fingernails in the holes where the nails were hammered in so hard the began to bleed and your nails bent back and frayed your skin, your finger tips turing red and just as it was slipping out the board snapped in two and fell onto the ground with a loud, harsh clank, and suddenly the muffled and dazed voices from above stopped, and only a soft "she's awake.." could be heard

'goddamn it..' you thought, looking down at your feet which were chained together so you couldn't muc run..

Your heart rumbled against your chest with fast hard beats, you turned to the window and yanked the other board from place as the footsteps to the stairs got heavier with ever second, you moved the wooden chunks from your way and pried at the window to open, the door swung open and light flooded the room instantly and the horrors you were just lurking around in froze you in fear for a second, bodies, chains, blood and intrials strung up like some kind of butchers shop, thousands of body parts in random jars, it was straight out of a saw movie, the most horrific thing she'd ever seen ,you were soon met with a large man, probably close to 7 foot standing at the door smiling in the most demonic way you'd ever seen before.

The fear in your heart quickly turned to adrenaline as you grabbed the closet thing near to you, a large pan the looked like it was for slow cooking big meals, aimed and used all your stregnth to sned it flying straight towards him as he began running towards you, to your surprise it smacked him in the center of the head and knocked him to his back with a groan.

"Fuck!" you exclaimed as you ripped open the last board that was stuck against the rotting window, pushing your chained feet up into the corner of a shelve holding jars upon jars upon jars of who knows what and hoisting yourself up and old of the window, the broken and jagged shards of glass leaving a long deep cut againt your arm as you shimmed out, the blood dripped down your forearm and soaked your sleeve but you couldn't think about it then you had to run..  into the darkness of the night.

~ s.r.'s pov ~

Reid was the only one left in the conference room, staring down at his phone with tired, weary eyes, if you'd have seen him like this you would've told him to man up, he though with a small smile appearing at the corners of his mouth, part of him wished you'd call him.. tell him you ran off, you couldn't handle the job.. anything, he wanted you to be okay.

he set his head down on the cold desk and a few tears ran over the bridge of his nose and down his cheeks, the cold room cradling him into a well needed sleep.

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'welcome to the team'

~ Criminal Minds (tv series) ~

welcome to the team

summary; you are the newest addition to the BAU

rating; PG (SFW)

waring; none, all fluff

(love) interest; none / the bau team

this is just a pre writing to open the book, enjoy and please request!

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"Welcome to the team" was the words that pulled you back to reality from your daydream you were currently very invested in, you let out a soft huff of air as you looked up to see a tall man with dark hair but a surprisingly inviting face standing over you, "oh- " you stumbled over your words for a second before recovering, "hello, i'm y/n"

" and uh, thank you.." you took a look at the badge with his name on it and instantly recognized him, "Sir"  you'd heard a lot about Aaron Hotchner before, but now seeing him in person it was even more intimidating.

the look of stern authority didn't leave his face for a moment but it slowly filtered away into a soft and somber smile, "congratulations!  you get the pleasure of following me around today to get you acquainted, normally Reid would be here but today it's me" he sounded excited yet tired, like he was carrying a lot of weight with the team..

the way he shifted back and forth on his feet you could tell he wasn't use to having to tell someone there every move, he looked awkward, like he was trying to decide weather or not to speak again but in the apealing way as much as you hated to admit, he let out a small cough to clear the silence that had so grow around them and seemed to make things awfully tense  and nodded, "Follow me" he added as he turned on his heels and swiftly made his way to a small round table conference room that was filled with a few people.

a seemingly very outgoing girl with blonde pigtails, a man sat next to who seemed like he belonged in a good cop bad cop movie, alongside another women with blonde hair who was chatting away with a older woman with dark hair and at the very end sat the legend himself, David Rossi, everybody who dreamed of being in the bau knew about him.

Hotchner ushered you to the front of the room just as the blonde woman with pigtails stood up to meet you both there queuing everybody to look at the three of you, "Hi!" the woman began quickly, the tone of her voice matching her quirky outfit, bubbly and bright!  "i'm Penelope, you must be y/n.. we've all been SO excited to meet you, nobody new has been added to the team in a long, long, LONG time" she excitedly bantered, expressing how long it had been with her hands.

Hotch hushed her after a moment of her happy chirping and turned to address the rest of the small crowd that were all staring expectantly at the three of you, Hotch began again after a moment of what looked like him contemplating on what to say, "everyone, this is y/n, the newest addition the the team, she just transferred over from the special victims unit in New York."

everyone smiled warmly at you which almost immediately eased the knot in your stomach that had been building for awhile, Hotch then turned to you and nodded, "you've met Peneolpe, this is Derek Morgan, Jennifer Jareau, Emily Prentiss and i'm sure you know Mr. David Rossi"

you mentally took notes on everybody in the room, from the way they played with there pens right down to there friendly smiles, you were going to like this job, you could tell..

Hotch finished off his semi-speech and nodded "welcome to the team, y/n"

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~ the boy you'd be dating if you werent dating him ~ (Supernatural)

Dean ~ Kevin

Kevin ~ Sam

Sam ~ Castiel

Castiel ~ Dean

Crowley ~ Lucifer

Lucifer ~ Gabriel

Gabriel ~ Crowley

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i need some ideas for a imagine/one shot I wanna do, I was thinking detroit become human ? i need some setting and plot ideas though, send me something plz!

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'nice car, man' (d. w.)

warings ; none, all fluff

pairings ; dean winchester x female!reader

summary ; dean sees y/n admiring his car outside a bar while on a case.

"Whoa.." y/n said staring down the back side of a 67' Chevy Impala

she had been stopped at a small old bar getting some food and a round when she caught sight of the bad boy parked outside the motel next door, the one you planned on staying at while you worked on the case you were dealing with down in the heart of texas, seemed like a vengeful spirit to her, at least everything pointed to it, though she was nervous.. she hadn't hunted since a bad run in with a demon.

she ran a gentle and careful finger along the side of the Impala and smiled "damn, what I wouldn't give to get behind the wheel of sometihng like th-" she was quickly cut off by a deep gruff voice from behind her, she spun quickly on her heels to face him, on high alert.

"I'm Glad you like it, it really is a beauty." he said shooting a glance toward the old car, she instantly turned a dark red, embarrased some random dude seen her gawking out over his car like a weirdo, "oh jeez..yeah no problem" she mumbled, rubbing the back of her neck gently, "it's really a beautiful car, Ive always loved classic cars."

He didn't really say much just stuck out his hand to her with a charming smile, "The Names Winchester. Dean Winchester." he said with a wicked smirk knowing he'd accomplished the one of a kind James bond entrance he wanted to try out.

she took his hand and smiled, "Well Winchester, You car is a beauty. I'm y/n l/n"

"Well then lets stop talking about it and go for a drive." He said jingling the keys with a sly smirk plastered to his face, a look that she just couldn't say no too.

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HWTW (s. w., d. w.)

Halloween with the Winchesters (HWTW)

warnings ; cursing, maybe! mostly fluff

pairings ; dean winchester x female!reader, sam winchester x female!reader

summary; what halloween is like with both sam and dean !

Preferance

Sam Winchester  ;

"HAPPY HALLOWEEN! Mauhahaha!" y/n boomed out as Sam came around the corner into the bunker's study, but he didn't even jump, just shot her an amused look, mostly directed at her costume, she had on sexy pirtate attire paied with some grusome zombie makeup

"hey! what's that face for? I look right on the spot don't I?" she asked him as he walked around her to the table in the middle of the small room, he let out a somber laugh and shot her that oh so 'Sam' look, his eyebrows raised, "I've never hunted a pirate zombie." he replied casually, a smile gracing his pink lips.

"how would I know that? you've hunted everything- " she shot back at him with a smirk and slowly made her way over to the seat he was leaned back in, book and beer in hand and swung him around, taking a gentle seat in his lap, arms around his broad shoulders as she leaned into him.

he embraced it quickly and buried his face into her hair, taking in the scent of her shampoo and purfume, "Happy Halloween, werido."

Dean Winchester ;

"Babe? babe... Babe!" y/n gently shook dean's arm gently, his sleeping figure stirring as she did so, mouth hung half open, he groaned loudly and flipped around to his side to face her, "whaaaat, y/n?" he asked in a gruff sleep ridden voice, his eyes still half lidded as he peered up at her with tired candy apple green eyes.

"you've been sleeping all day, and its halloweeeeeen, I wanna watch scary movies." she muttered, still pushing against his shoulder with a gentle force hoping it would annoy him enough to wake him up and amke him wanna hang out with her, he'd been on a hunt for the past few weeks so she got him being tired but she wanted this atleast it was their tradition.

he only let out another sleep deprived grumble before pushing himself up slowly with his palms to the bed, "that's what was so important?" he asked with a sly smile, tilting his head at her

she only laughed and leaned forced to press a small kiss to his jawline, "yes, it was, you know it;s my favorite." she retorted, "you are truly something else, y/n."

"yeah yeah, I know, so Halloween or nightmare on elm street?" she asked pushing herself up off the bed and giving him a cheeky smile to witch he returned with a wink.

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greater than the distance (b. h.)

Warings ; cursing, obvi it's bojack,

pairing ; bojack h. x female!reader

summary ; Bojack visits an old girlfriend.. part 1

"Bojack, I don't really have much time for this.." Y/N muttered into the phone tiredly, her eyes slowly fell from the ceiling of her tiny room to the digital alarm clock beside her bed, the sun wasn't quite up and it was still lit up, '4:45 AM'

she sighed and slowly rolled  back to stare up at the ceiling once again, her hands resting gently on the phone that seemed to be buring in her hands, same as the silence she felt waiting for him to speak or do anything at all, which was hang up if she knew any better.

thats what he always did, called, sat in silence like he wasn't expecting it to be her voice over the phone, then hang up and not call again for two months.

it blew her mind house fast things changed between them, one day it was him and her driving swiftly down the highway hand in hand screaming the lyrics of some new song on the radio, to... never speaking to him again after he moved away to be on some new show he said was 'going to change their life'

then just like that he stopped calling. stopped caring about how she felt. stopped… loving her. As if she was nothing to him. it hurt.. more then anything she’d ever felt before. she would’ve never guessed he would’ve ended up washed up and only ever called when he was high or drunk or alone.. mostly a mix of them all.

"Hello? BoJack?" Y/N proded at him again through the phone, her eyes threating to close ever so slightly, lidded and slowly blurring now.

"Y/N… I’m outside your house." he finally spoke, his voice alone was enough to make her eyes snap open, but his words made a shiver slip down her spine, "Excuse me?" she mumbled, sitting up gently enough to not make a sound over the phone, but quickly enough to look around as if was in her house somewhere. she'd never ever thought she'd see him again.. she wasn't even sure if she wanted too, he abandoned her when she needed him most. he betrayed her.. and he was only bad for her.

of course she kept up with him, even if it was just reading articles or watching him in interviews.. on TV.. and she could see just how much he’d let himself go.

"I'm on your deck outside- Please come outside.. " he repeated, "Just hear me out.." he continued after just a few moments of silence, his voice sounded distant and broken and scared and unsure, so many emotions she'd never ever seen once on him before. Not even before he left for LA.

"Wh..." she began to protest but then she heard the pittering of the rain against windows outside and closed her eyes, a small sigh slipping from her mouth, he was out there standing in the rain… ‘What an idiot' she thought tossing the blanket off her legs and standing up, though her feet didn’t move.. she wasn’t even sure what to do… invite him in? have to watch him leave all over again? after a long moment of just standing there.. staring forward at the wall trying to make up her mind, phone still pressed to her ear, she sighed and moved the phone away pressing the red ‘END CALL’ button and tossing it away to her bed, “fuck me.” she groaned in annoyance and slipped on her shoes before heading downstairs to the door.

it only took her a few seconds to get down to unlock it but by time she swung the door open he was already half way down her steps, soaked from head to toe, clothes matted to his body. he must’ve been out there for awhile.. she almost asked but.. she knew he’d lie anyways.

“are you gonna come in?” she called to him, pulling her arms up to her chest and crossing them, trying her best not to let the flood of emotions racking her brain get the best of her, but god was it so fucking hard. seeing him.. after all these years? it was like someone had stepped been stepping on her chest all this time and now that he was here in front of her.. they let up.

he froze in his path completely, not moving to turn around for a long while, that silence you hated so much surrounding you and for a moment.. you thought he’d just take off running in the opposite direction.

but then he turned around, slowly, and met your eyes, they were half-lidded and.. sad. it almost broke her heart all over again just seeing him this way. before.. he was always joking, the funny man, the one every one wanted to hang around.. this.. wasn’t him.

or maybe it was him. this is what he’d wanted.. right? when he left he said he was going to make his life better… maybe this was his version of better. alone with all his money.

it was clear he wasn’t going to speak.. or had no idea what to say, she she did.

"bojack horseman.."

"If it hasn't been twenty years since I seen you, huh?" she asked bitterly, but with a smile all the same, she was curious if he was okay, but she couldn't let down her guard down with him, not now.. not ever.

"Yeah, hah.. twenty five actually but-" he spoke up trying to lighten up the mood but was only met with a unimpressed look.

"look.. I don't have anywhere to stay tonight.. could.. I maybe crash on your couch?… I know you probably don’t wanna see me.. i’m probably the last person you want to see, and I..” he began to ramble about how hard things were and how sorry he was to have no called recently… but she wasn’t going to hear it, not now, not from him.

“shut up and come in or leave.” she snapped at him, stepping a few feet back into her house to give him room to slide past, “your getting my floor wet.”

BoJack shot you a look of surprise, one obviously saying he didn’t think you would actually let him stay, but was quick to recover and slide past you into the warmth of the house.

Y/N locked the door behind him again and turned around to finally face him close up, he was dripping with water from his head to his feet, and looked a bit like a drowned rat, he looked older then before, he had creased by his eyes and gray hairs here and there.. and quite the noticeable beer belly, although she thought it was quite cute.

“you can stay tonight, but you leave tomorrow by time i’m home from work- and you need to change or you’ll get my couch wet.” before he could even get a word out or start talking about why he left again she was barking orders, she wasn’t just going to let him think he could walk all over her, not again.

“got it?”

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unclean, overcooked

unclean, overcooked

pairing ; Sebastian Michaelis x female!reader

warings ;  none! just fluff

summary ;  Y/N stands up to Sebastian and.. he likes it?

"boy-o, this isn't looking good"  Bardroy grumbled, cigerette hanging from his tight lipped frown, he stared down at the burnt meat cutlets in front of him alongside you, his eyes full of regret and a twig of fear, "sebastian's gonna right kill me.." he added after another moment of thought in silence, and like clock work the tip tapping of his hard laced butler casual shoes coming down the hall way made them both jump, "oh, no." you mumbled, covering your mouth with a gentle gloved hand and turing away your head to look at the idiotic chef

Sebastian was already in a sour mood that day, he was on edge and nobody, not even ciel, knew why, there were guests set to be arriving for a dinner in an hour and he was barking orders at the clumsy staff left and right and Y/N being in charge of those said clutz was the most resonsible of them all and you was taking all the heat from him all day and you were just about to explode if one more damned thing went wrong.

"Damn It, Bardroy!" you spat, slamming a hand down on the counter as you heard the footsteps drawing closer to the massive kitchen, the tall blonde man jumped slightly at your tone, he'd never seen you so tense, "The meat just wasn't cookin' fast enough so.. I used me' trusty flamethrower-" you cut him off quickly, "if you burn everything, fool, then is it really trusty?"

"I have to deal with this now!" you snapped again and flipped around just as Sebastian walked through the double doors, that same 'monotone' look on his face, like he just didn't care about a single thing that was happening, "I thought I smelled something off, did we have another Mishap, Miss Y/N?" he asked, but it wasnt that simple, it wasn't just a question, it was a taunt, his way of saying 'I knew you couldn't do this' and god did it piss you off ever so much.

"Yes.. Sebastian, My apologies I-" but sebastian wasn't going to hear it, he knew you prided yourself off of being a good housekeeper and keeping those foolish crew members at bay and off his back, "I dont have time for simple excuses." was all he allowed you, moving around you to look down at the burnt meats, "but.. Ill fix this like i always do, I suppose."

your eyebrows flew up quicker then the words could leave his mouth, what he said, it wasn't even that harmful, that truly ruthless, but it still stung, you worked so hard and he pitied you like a lost child or something, knowing even he couldn't control those three dorks.

"Excuses? the excuse is this absoulte disgraceful crew I have working for me, they aren't properly trained for a job like this and.. thats saying something seeing as you are the one in charge of training them, no?" you was almost as surpised at the words you blurted as he was and you could tell by the look on his face he was astonished, you'd never taken such a tone with him before

he recovered quickly though, his arms folding over his chest gently, gracefully, a small smile spreading over his pale lips, "is that so?.. I suppose it truly is." he let out a soft snicker and looked back to the cowering chef, "Bardroy, go clean up the mess you made, me and Y/N can finish up from here, I need the help of a.. Proper housekeep." his words were professinal at the surface but you knew that they were simply more, just in his own, weird, Sebastian way.

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