#// I'm gonna do a quick run to get some groceries and then I'll be!! around!!!

[frccdomfought]

// the biggest mistake Obito and Madara made is that they didn’t decide to become idols. send tweet.

#shitpost. #// UIYEWIYEW ANYWAY #// I'm gonna do a quick run to get some groceries and then I'll be!! around!!!

[sonarspace]

safeguard, kento nanami

synopsis: bf!nanami comforting you after an incident with a stalker. content: (dealing with a stalker). comfort. fluff. wc: 1.1k a/n: based on an ask. ee being stalked is so scary. need all stalkers to d!3 immediately 😒!

𓇼 ⋆. 𓆝⋆. 𓇼 ˚｡𓆉 ⋆𓇼 ⋆. 𓆝⋆. 𓇼 ˚｡𓆉 ⋆𓇼 ⋆. 𓆝⋆. 𓇼 ˚｡𓆉 ⋆𓇼 ⋆. 𓆝⋆. 𓇼 ˚｡𓆉 ⋆𓇼 ⋆. on your way to your boyfriend's apartment for a movie night you stop at a grocery store to grab some snacks. you get back in your car and start driving to his place. 15 minutes.

you're on a red light when you notice the van behind you has their headlights off and a dark tint. it's nightime so and the street lights are dim so you couldn't really see their face.

you start getting anxious, trying to think if you've seen this van before. and you immediately recall that it's the same van you saw at outside your gym a few days ago, with a beaver sticker on it's side.

the light turns green and you drive slow to see if they would overtake you but they don't. your anxiety is at an all time high confused about what to do, you call your boyfriend. "pick up, pick up," you mumble anxiously when the call goes to voicemail. you call him once more but still no answer.

you take a turn and the van follows. you're getting closer to your destination but the van is still tailing you. your phone rings and you quickly pick it up "hey sorry, i was in the kitchen. where are you? it's been twenty minutes." nanami's voice comes through.

"kento," your voice is shaking as you’re on the verge of tears. a sense of relief flooding you at hearing his voice, finally. "baby? are you okay? where are you?" he questions you worriedly. "yeah 'm okay. i— there's this van following me. i don't— i don't know what to do," you reply.

"what do you mean following you? where are you?" he asks and you can hear dishes clanking and nanami whispering a “fuck” when he hurts himself. "remember i told you about that weird van i saw at the gym the other day. i think it's the same one. i'm close to your place. i don't know how to lose them."

you hear him grab his keys and the apartment door shut in the background when he replies, "go to our usual cafe. i'll meet you there. okay?"

"okay. don't hang up." your breathing is erratic. "i'm here baby. don't worry, i'm here." he comforts you. "tell me. what snacks did you get for the movie," he asks trying to distract you. his footsteps hurried as he half runs to the cafe trying reach you quicker.

"i see you and i see the van. park on the side and come inside," he says and you let out a sigh of relief. he quickly snaps a pic of the van and sends it to ijichi 'get me information about the van and driver. quick'.

you make your way into the cafe and run into his arms. tears coating your face. "you're okay," he whispers into your hair. "i was so scared," you mumble into his chest. he hugs you tighter. "me too baby. but you're okay now. they can't hurt you, alright?" he pulls back a little to see your face.

you nod as you wipe the tears, "i'm sorry for—" you try to apolgize for worrying him but he quickly shuts you up "don't. don't apolgize." he furrows his eyebrows. "i'm always here for you, yeah? gonna always take care of you, don't do that." he gives you a quick kiss on your forehead.

"come on, let's go back home." you walk out of the cafe and the van is still there, parked a few meters away. "it's still here" you speak in a low murmur. your grip on his hand tightens.

as you start walking back to his place, nanami gets a text back from ijichi 'van belongs to an ex convict. served for 2 years for violation of restraining order and stalking. got out last month.'

he turns around. his expression something between disgust and rage. "fucking creep, let me go have a chat with him," he drops your hand but before he can go further you grab onto his arm "no, please ken. please. let's just go home," your voice quivers.

not wanting to stress you further he does as you say. "i'm going to take a shower," you sigh walking into the apartment. he texts ijichi and tells him to handle the guy.

as he’s waits for you he fluffs the pillows on the couch, adds a blanket, and dims the light, — wanting to create a comforting atmosphere for you. he decides you’ve been in the shower for far too long and joins you.

your head’s resting against the shower tiles when you hear the door open and shut. a quivering breathe escapes your lips as his hands wrap around your waist pulling you back into his chest.

you turn around in his arms and bury your face into his chest. your body trembles with each silent sob. he tightens his hold on you. “you’re safe. you’re okay. i’m here. never going to let you get hurt, my sweet angel. i promise.” he reassures you, gently rubbing your back.

at his words you finally look up at him and his heart clenches at the hurt in your eyes. he swears to himself then to make sure that guy ends up in prison again and to do his best to not have you feel this way. he kisses your forehead as if sealing his vow. he pulls you out of the shower and dresses you in his clothes.

he spends the next couple of days not too far from you. driving you to and from anywhere and everywhere you wanted to go. your personal chauffeur, bodyguard, boyfriend all in one. you were so grateful for him.

soon enough that guy ends up behind bars. he gives you a brief background on the guy in the van and how you were one of the few victims of his stalking mission.

one night while you’re watching a movie together, nanami hands you a black box with cute bow on top. inside it, you find a key. “we should pack whatever you have left at your apartment so you can move in with me,” he says – catching you off guard. you snap your head towards him and he smiles at you cheekily.

ever since you’ve moved in with him, he urges you to go out on your own – not wanting you to live in constant fear. apart from that nanami hires security personnel that follows you around from a distance to not overwhelm you but still makes you feel protected. moreover makes him feel at ease knowing you’re under safe watchful eyes.

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[hyunfilms]

blue side of the sky (lmh) | 12.5 [cloudy days] chan

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—12.5 [CLOUDY DAYS] chan's thoughts

—WORD COUNT: 0.9k

—ON ROTATION: w.a.y.s - jhené aiko

Chan remembers the first time he met you. He was playing around with some beats on his mini turntable, while Seungmin was organizing his side of the room. There was a bathroom that connected their room to Minho and Jisung's room, and they always left those doors open when it wasn't in use— just to help both rooms get acquainted over time. He could hear your voice echoing through the bathroom, loud laughters erupting from you, Jisung and Minho. Chan doesn't like to be in people's business, so he continued to play around with his beats. It wasn't until you popped into the room a few minutes later, ripping Chan's attention away from his laptop.

And he remembers that twinkle in your eyes just like yesterday.

☁︎ FLASHBACK

"Y/N! Come back and stop bothering them!" Jisung harshly says from their room.

"Chill out, I'm just gonna say hi to your suitemates and come back." You bite back.

"Babe. They might be busy." Minho adds, making you sigh and roll your eyes as you continue your walk through the bathroom and into Chan and Seungmin's room. Chan's eyes immediately land on you, while Seungmin adjusts his shirt after reorganizing his shelves.

"Hi! I'm Y/N. Jisung's bestfriend, Minho's girlfriend." You smile brightly, eyes holding the galaxy as you look at them with warmth. "I thought I'd introduce myself. Hope I'm not a bother."

"No, not at all." You giggle and turn back to Jisung and Minho with a quick 'see.' "Chan." Chan reaches out to shake your hand.

"Seungmin!" Seungmin waves. "Heard lots about you already."

"Good things, I hope."

"Do you live on this floor, too?" Chan asks.

"No." You chuckle. "Two floors up." 

"Nice."

"Well, I'll probably be in their room a lot. Hope you don't mind me popping in from time to time." Chan laughs and shakes his head.

"No, not at all."

"I heard you working on some beats though, maybe you can show me some next time?"

"R-really?" Chan stutters a bit, surprised at your interest in what he does.

"Yeah, of course! I always thought it was pretty cool."

"I can show you a bit of what I'm working on now, if you aren't busy."

"Not at all! I'd love to hear it." You smile and lean onto Chan's bed, listening to him explain what his thought process has been.

☁︎ END

Ever since then, you've always graced him and Seungmin with your presence— bringing them food to eat, or simply greeting them with enthusiasm and positivity. It's one of the things he really liked about you. It was easy to click with you and get along with you. Whenever he was hanging out with you and Minho, he never felt like a third-wheel; which, surprisingly, is something that bothers Chan because he just wants to be able to hang out with his friends without feeling like he needs to excuse himself. You were always down to do anything and everything, always accompanying him on random fast food runs, grocery runs, always sending him good vibes before important milestones.

You always had that huge, beautiful twinkle in your eyes.

He does believe in people making mistakes. After all, everyone is human and deserves a chance to do learn and do better. But, he would be lying if he said he wasn't disappointed in Minho. Of course he was. He was disappointed in Minho for letting Kat get in the way. He doesn't know every single detail about your relationship, but he was sure there were other ways to fix things instead of giving up and running to another person for.. what, exactly? Consoling? Validation? Especially while you were in the hospital— Chan will never understand it, but who was he to dictate how Minho lived his life? He could hate his friend for it, but he could also continue to hope and push for him to do better.

He is sad for the way things turned out. 

Everything is sad, unfair; sadly unfair.

Even then, you never really lost the twinkle in your eyes. Even when Minho hurt you, even when you've questioned your worth and where you've gone wrong. You never lost the twinkle in your eyes, and Chan is thankful for having you; a constant that has adapted in ever-changing conditions.

Chan is still sad for the way things are turning out.

He wishes he could do more to be there for you, to help you, to bring back that twinkle in your eyes. The twinkle in your eyes isn't necessarily gone, no— moreso just a little lost, a little misguided. And there isn't anything wrong with that. He just hopes it'll fully come back. He hopes you'll still have the same twinkle in your eyes when the boys finally tell you what has happened, he hopes you'll still have the same twinkle in your eyes when you find out the hurt you've been through, the mistakes that have led to everything now.

He doesn't really know where to place himself. Every day, he feels lost. Torn. Not sure which way to turn when it comes to you, to Jisung and to Minho. He keeps quiet and tries to distance himself enough because he feels lost. Though, he understands Jisung's need to keep this tucked away until you're ready. He understands the feelings that are resurfacing for Minho. He understands why he, himself, is going along with this. He is doing this because he hopes you find that twinkle in your eyes again. 

He hopes you will find it in yourself to pull through and find the strength to continue on when the truth comes out. He hopes you will find it in yourself to forgive everyone for trying to help you— help you find that same twinkle in your eyes before the accident, before all the pain, before all the hurt.

Everything is just.. unfair. Sadly unfair.

But, he hopes you find the twinkle in your eyes again.

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[sunnydayroleplay]

Hiiii~

Now how about jealous sex with Jack?~ Him getting so angry and possessive over MC that he fucks then senseless while growling "Mine" or something pleeeease

Hey~ You just keep them coming don't you? Not the I mind them, nor writing these beautiful ideas into more words. Let's write it. This includes: Getting fucked senseless holy shit AND someone calling you and he makes damn well sure you answer, Praise, Typical Use Of: "Sunshine, Sunspot, Sunbeam" etc.., Use of "Mine"

You woke up earlier than Jack thought you'd willing wake up on your day off. You planned to go out to the mall, and grab a lunch with your dear-ol' pal, Shaun! You got dressed up, nothing too fancy, but it definitely caught Jack's eye as you grabbed your wallet and keys. As you stuffed them into your pockets, Jack perked an eye from the kitchen. "Where you headed to, sunspot?" He said as he walked up to you, pulling you into his arms, kissing your cheek softly. You giggled, kissing him right back. "I'm going out with Shaun. You remember him, right? He stayed with us for a little bit!" You gave Jack a big smile, squeezing him as you did so.

"Yeah, I remember him." He said in a cold monotonous tone. He pulled you in closer, his hand resting behind your head, as his other arm held you close by your waist. Something about hanging out with Shaun, alone, dressed so nicely, didn't sit well with him. It did not sit well at all. Something about someone else spending quality time with his sunshine, was not something he could let off the hook so easily. "Something wrong, Jack?" You say after pulling away from his warm embrace. Worried, you look up at him. He looks down at you, changing his tone so fast. "Just sweet dandy, lemon candy!" He smiles, kissing you again, swinging his arms around your shoulders. "Do you have to go? I'm gonna miss you!~" "Yes, I'm going Jack." You chuckle softly, gently caressing his cheek. Now that you think of it, you never really left Jack alone by yourself. And if you did it was because of a quick errand to run. You were going to be alone for 3-4 hours, with a guy that Jack may or may not have some mixed feelings over. "Please? Don't leave." He whimpers, picking up his hand and smoothing out your hair. Jack does not want you to leave, nor does he want you with some guy who's definitely in the imaginary competition of winning your love. At least that's how he would put it. "I'm only gonna be gone for a few hours, I'll see you later, Jack." Kissing the tip of his nose, you pat his cheek and walk out your door. Locking it behind you. He was pissed. You're leaving looking like that, with some other guy, not even tell him when he should except you home, and you didn't say that you loved him. Downright disrespectful.

As you had your fun with Shaun, going to the mall, getting some new clothes and trinkets for yourself, and somethings for Jack, which Shaun definitely questioned on who they were for, Jack was cleaning away your house angrily. He did laundry, vacuumed, cleaned up your kitchen. Hell he could've went grocery shopping with all the food you had when you came back. Being alone gave him time to over-think. Is this it? Are you finally leaving him? Have you found someone else? Has something bad happened to you instead? Has he put a spell under you to make you fall under his arm? He was in fury. He was jealous, and he had just the idea for when you got home. "Hey Jack! I'm home! I got you a few things as-well!" You finally come home, as promised, a few hours later. You place your bags on your dinning room table.

"Hello, my sunshine." He said, suddenly creeping up from behind you, and holding you tightly. His head rested on your shoulder. His hands on your stomach. "How was it?" "We went to the mall, I got some things for you, some things for me, Shaun and I went to that new restaurant down by the hub." He pulled you in closer, you could feel his ragged breathing down your neck. Sending slight chills. "Forget about Shaun." "Huh?" He pushed you against the table, lifting your legs up and picking you up to set you down on said table. He leaned in, his face slightly flushed. He put a hand to your face, glaring into your soul. His voice slightly trembled, the way he looked at you with those chocolate colored eyes of his, could turn anyone into some fondue. He kissed your neck gently, biting you, licking you, really anything he could to mark you, so that the next time Shaun rolled around, he could get the hint. He grabbed you by the legs, gently swiping off your pants and throwing them on the couch, as well as with his own. "Jack..~" You moaned softly, your hand in his blue colored hair. Without saying anything, he swiftly shoved his cock inside of you, holding you by your thighs, and recklessly fucked you. Once he found his rhythm, he was singing in and off key. He didn't stop or slow down for nothing. A hand flew to your mouth to cover up your sounds, but he wasn't having any of it. He grabbed your wrist, leaning into your face once more. "I want your neighbors to know all the details on how you feel on the inside, by the time we're done." Shit, if something's wrong with Sunny Day Jack, then something's wrong with you. (And me.) He glared into your soul, as he rearranged your inside. Your back arched, your neck flew back, your moans in psych with Jack's thrusts. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders, longing for some sort of leverage to lean on. As he continued you heard your phone ringing. Jack picks it up before you even have the chance to notice, and answers. He give the phone to you and whispers: "Answer, sunbeam~ It's for you." You grab the phone as you try to contain yourself. You read the caller ID. It's your boss. (Manager, whatever. He's in charge of where you work.) "H-Hello? Did you need something?" You could barely manage that sentence without exclaiming your vocal cords out. How could you have a full blown conversation? As your boss is talking, you occasionally do the typical: "Hm. Yeah. Hmmm, Okay." Jack is not slowing down that's for sure. He made that damn clear. He continued to roughly thrust into you, fuck being gentle. "O-Okay, Can I, Hmmm~ Call you back?" You hang up, yeah you're not calling him back. Jack smirks and leans into you once more. His mouth pressed to your ear. "You're mine, sunshine. And only mine." He said in a growl, biting the tips of your ear. "You're doing so w-well, it'll only be a little longer~"

Well, you're fucked! :D

#jacktor #sdj jack #sdj jacktor #sdj joseph #sunny day jack #swwsdj #somethings wrong with sunny day jack

[iguana-eyanna]

Got Me Smiling More

Pairing: Tan Victor x pastlover!reader

Summary: Tan hasn't felt alive since his divorce, and a light switches when he bumps into an old flame.

"Luca, I told you already that they ran out of the protein powder at Target." Tan said as he was hassling his phone, trying to scan the empty shelves by the produce aisle.

Tan just asked respectfully if Luca needed a thing or two while he was doing a grocery run. Tan didn't realize he'd be buying half of the store on Luca's account.

Tan turned around and saw someone facing backward, wearing a red shirt, assuming it'll be an employee.

"Yes, man, I'll ask if they have in the back. I'll call you back."

Tan hung up and prayed under his breath before he went up to the employee.

"Hey sorry, I was wondering if you have-"

The person spun on her heel and faced Tan with fury.

"Ugh for the millionth time! I don't work here!"

You looked up to the seventh person that's been bothering you since you set foot in the store and you see Tan.

Your old high school sweetheart.

"Tan?" You said in disbelief.

He was almost speechless seeing you stand in front of him.

"He-Hey! I'm- so sorry I didn't mean to assume you worked here." He said, apologetically.

"No, you're totally fine. It was my fault that I decided to wear this top today. But I really needed to stock on some k-cups so I came here real quick." You said

"You're still drinking caffeine? Last time we've been studying for our exams, you were surviving on energy drinks and your eye was twitching for a good week."

"Hey! Don't be judging me." You sassed back, making Tan give a hearty laugh.

God you missed that laugh.

You playfully roll your eyes, trying not to show red your cheeks were.

"Anyways, I see you have your hands tied, so I'll let you get back to your shopping. Just don't ask me where the toilet paper is." You joked.

"I'll try not to. But I love to catch up sometime if that's alright."

You were hesitant. Last time you heard about Tan, was that he eloped with someone. You hesitantly look down at his left hand and saw no ring.

He caught on to what you were doing. He always read you so easy, there was no way of ever lying to Tan.

"I'm uh... divorced. It's on the down low so I get it if-"

"No, no it's not like that Tan. I just, didn't want any zealous wife attacking me while I'm munching down a croissant."

He laughs, not realizing how he hasn't felt so at ease talking about his divorce in the past months.

You take one step closer to him and smile.

"But I'd love to catch up with you. Give me your phone."

Tan wastes not a second and gives it to you as you dialed your phone number.

"Here, call me when you think of me. I'll see you later."

You spun on your heel, about to get out of the produce aisle until your phone rang with an unknown number.

"Hello?" You ask

"Just wanted to see if you gave me a phony number." Tan's voice said.

You turn around and see Tan just a few feet away with you.

"You know I'd never do that to you." You said, still talking in the phone.

"I know... I just, wanted to look at you another time."

Your heart pounded faster, and now remembering how smooth this boy is.

"Fuck it, you just wanna grab coffee now?" You said, hanging up your phone and coming closer to you.

Tan throws down his disregarded groceries and goes up to you.

"I thought you never asked."

+

Luca is watching something on his phone until he saw the entrance door swung open. Tan walks in with his hair in a mess and the buttons on his shirt hastily buttoned.

"Tan, bud, where's the groceries? Did you find the protein powder?" Luca asks as Tan's hands were empty. He investigates the younger man and sees something out of the oridinary.

"Is that lipstick?"

Tan widens his eyes as he wipes it off and looks down to see your shade of lipgloss painted on his face as he chuckles to himself.

He looks up to Luca who coughed abruptly and straightens up.

"I'm uh- gonna lie down for a bit. I'll get the groceries tomorrow."

Tan bullets to his room and shuts the door, leaving Luca speechless.

"Damn, I should Target more often." Luca said before he shrugged it off, heading his attention back to his phone.

#victor tan #victor tan x reader #victor tan imagine #swat cbs

[blooming-violets]

The ask I sent previously was deleted and I'm mad I'll send it again

In the comics there is a hilarious story line where aunt may starts dating Jameson what do you think Peter's reaction would be to that of he found out ?

What would Peter's reaction to may dating in general be I think he would be annoyingly protective dress up as spider man crash her dates or threaten the men dangerous bodily harm if they break her heart and will start staying over at May's house alot more and be very clingy for a while

This has huge potential for being extremely funny and I want your thoughts on it

OH I can see him being so possessive over her! Especially if it's Jameson!

You know how in Dancing on My Own, Peter crashes Reader's date and is obnoxious and trying to get her to come back to the apartment with him instead??

It's that times ten.

Any time he hears she's going out with him, he suddenly has a super big problem that only she can fix. He needs her really badly. It's an emergency. He's having a mental health crisis. He's gonna jump. Quick, come home and talk me down!

And she falls for it half the time because that's her boy and if he says he needs her, she goes. Peter knows this very well and uses it to manipulate her. But over time she catches on that this only happens when she's about to go on a date.

He will straight up call her repeatedly during their date until she picks up. He'll tell her there's a fire at home, the cat is dead, a burglar broke in, he was in a deadly car accident, he lost his shoe and needs her help to find it, anything to get her to come back.

Until she puts her phone on silent because he's being a dick.

He will trash talk Jameson every chance he gets. He'll make a god damn power point on all the reasons why he sucks and May should run far, far away.

He goes so far as to try to find her other men to date who aren't Jameson. Shows up with some rando dude from the grocery store like "Here! He's perfect for you! I told him you'll take him out tonight." Meanwhile May is like wtf please get this stranger out of our home.

May is slowly losing her mind.

Spider-Man becomes NYCs biggest public nuisance. He'll try to ramp up everything he's doing so he keeps making the papers. His goal is that Jameson will be so obsessed with all the Spidey news that he doesn't have time for May.

It doesn't work. His plans backfire.

Just makes Jameson more annoying and May, of course, doesn't know Peter is Spider-Man so she goes along with his rants, much to Peter's displeasure.

Spider-Man starts showing up all their dates, too.

Swinging right over their outdoor table of lunch, purposely knocking over Jameson's drink into his lap with his foot as he goes.

"Accidentally" shooting a web over the guys mouth and "forgetting" to take it off for him so he's just stuck with it until it dissolves.

Swooping May up off her feet and swinging her away because he "thought Jameson was a pervert trying to hurt her".

Stuff like that.

May is getting real sus at this point because Spidey and Peter are really morphing into one.

She's sitting there watching Peter and remembering all the weird times she's found strange shit in the laundry and how strange he would sometimes act and starts putting two and two together:

omg this is how she finds out he's Spider-Man

Because he's too damn jealous and possessive over his adopted momma that he just forgets to be secretive about it.

He's getting sloppy.

When it finally comes out, she starts to understand why he's so angry about it. Jameson has never been kind to Spider-Man.

She can blame it all on that but, really, Peter probably would have done that with anyone she tried to date who's not Ben.

He's got jealousy issues haha.

OMG what if he comes home one night and over hears them having sex

He would die. Act like such a baby! Covering his ears, yelling, stumbling around with his eyes closed like he's traumatized, banging things to get them to stop.

Imagine Jameson walking into the bathroom, shirtless and in his boxers, happy as can be while Peter is throwing death glares at him across the hall. Standing there outside the door like this:

It really would turn Peter/Spider-Man into public enemy number one omg

#asks #tasm #peter parker

[koostarcandy]

i give you my heart - jungkook x reader ♡

"koo!"

"darling! oof slow down-"

you jump and wrap your limbs around him, snuggling for his warmth. he curls an arm around you, closing the door shut and locking it for the night. "did you have fun?" jungkook asks softly, trying to get a glimpse of you. you nod vigorously, hands wrapping themselves tightly around his neck. he chokes out a laugh, manhandling you and setting you down on your favourite mattress in the middle of the living room.

"you sit tight, i'm gonna get you some water okay?" quickly rushing to the kitchen, you're left to your own devices. looking around, the fluffy comforter put aside haphazardly catches your eye, grabbing it immediately and wrapping yourself like a last minute wrapped birthday present. when jungkook comes back, the only thing visible is a tuft of your hair, which you're trying to blow away from your face. he sets the ice cold glass down and tucks your hair inside, smiling in amusement. your zoned out eyes are quick to catch on the water, squealing in delight.

"ice water!" you abandon your self-made burrito, hands now gripping the chill glass. "just the one, okay? i don't want a repeat of what happened last month," he says sternly. you had downed one too many cold cans of coca cola, followed by heaps of blueberry ice-cream. your throat went for a toss, much to the dismay of your boyfriend. he put back every bungeoppang you tossed into the basket during your weekly grocery runs, restricting anything cold for a few weeks. you whined and groaned and even cried for abit, knowing he was doing it for your own good.

"jungkook? can i tell you something?"

he whips his head to you, almost getting whiplash. a thousand thoughts are rushing in his head, heart beating faster at the sound of his full name. "y-yeah? go ahead baby," he says, heartbeat going unbelievably faster. "i love you," you say solemnly, "so, so much." jungkook lets out a sigh of relief and pulls the now empty glass out of your hand, pulling you into him. "i love you more," he murmurs into your soft hair, pulling you impossibly closer. the smell of melon soju enters his sensitive nose, scrunching in reaction. "how does a bath sound?" the sparkly eyes looking up at him says its a yes.

"and then we hit the karaoke and i sang 15 songs! isn't that amazing, kookoo?" he chuckles at his new nickname and massages your head with his favourite camellia shampoo, its pleasant smell filling the bathroom. "it is, darling," he agrees, covering your eyes so none of the shampoo gets in and hinders your vision while he's washing your hair. you cover his hand with yours, slipping it down so you could kiss the purple heart embedded in his skin. he smiles at your affection, pulling you out of the bathtub and wrapping you in your sage green bathrobe, tying the knot loosely. you face plant into his chest, letting him dry your hair with your designated hair towel. you were very particular about this step in your routine, never letting yourself sleep with wet or damp hair, no matter how sleepy you may feel.

"koo, can you style my hair and do my eye makeup before i head to work on monday? i promise i'll wake up early!" your starry eyes are looking directly into his, the drunken haze slowly fading away. he fondly smiles and nods, you know he'd do anything he says. you squeal out a "yay!" before heading to his closet, picking out your favourite oversized tshirt and wearing it. "shall we sleep here tonight?" jungkook asks because he knows its been awhile, knowing deep down you'll always love sleeping on a proper bed with a proper bedframe. "there's no sleepy vibes, i wanna go there and be with bamie," you say quietly and zoom out. he's shocked for a second but a smile breaks out on his face, following you out with a "wait for me!"

"he's asleep, darling, you can play tug of war tomorrow," jungkook promises, forcefully yet gently putting your head on his chest, patting your back to rest.

"jungkook?"

again? why do you keep doing this to his fragile heart? it cannot take so much- "i wanted to say- hey why is your heart beating so fast?" your head is up and now looking at him. plan to finally put you to bed? failed successfully. "what is it that you wanted to say?" he shifts the topic easily, not knowing what to say when it comes to his easily reactive heart. "oh yeah! thank you for this," you say, pointing to the platinum promise ring on your finger, smiling proudly. you sit up on his lap, holding his hands. he smiles with his eyes first and his lips curve into the happiest smile you've given him. he nods, "anytime darling," he says playfully. "i'm so glad we met in that convenience store," you say gleefully, recalling the events with the loveliest smile jungkook has ever seen. "we met," you lift up an elegant index finger, "we chose each other," another finger joins, "and we love each other! doesn't that sound like the best love story ever??" jungkook laughs in happiness and holds the three fingers wiggling in delight, pulling you close and placing a sweet kiss on your lips.

"i'm sorry i don't have much to give you," before he could say anything, you follow up with, "so i give you my heart, koo."

koo feels his heart stutter, looking up at you with tender doe eyes, cupping your face. "darling, i'm-" "i hope i can stay by your side, through the bad and the good days and that these memories aren't something i'll be crying over while listening to all too well, the ten minute version, the short film." you say seriously. jungkook all but giggles, pulling your face to his, so he could give the biggest "mwah!" ever. you giggle with him, finally settling down and yawning against his chest. your beloved pulls the covers over the both of you, rubbing your back in the warmest form of comfort the both of you know.

jungkook hopes and prays the same as you, that the memories he lives out and stores in his head isn't just mere memories, but something he can say when he's old and weary to his grandchildren, like the fairytales they'll always love. he cradles your head, like how he would with your heart, holding it close, with the intention of never letting go.

pt time: @lvoekook ; @joondiary ; @soobhyun ; @shatzkrinslinzki

#v v soft rn dont touch me #iu always gets me soft #and this song always makes me feel in love T-T #jungkook x reader #jungkook drabble #jungkook scenario #jungkook imagine #jungkook fluff #bts x reader #bts drabble #bts scenarios #bts imagines #bts fluff #moy&i #chaenelcore

[luvsae]

summertime love | ryohei arisu [1]

- in which you meet the boy next door and spend the whole summer together.

- ryohei arisu x gn!reader

- fluff, slight angst

Summertime.

The time where you were off from school and ready to do absolutely nothing. You liked summer, but the intense and constant warmth reminded you why you preferred spring.

The only thing you could really do in the summer was go to the pool or make plans with your friends that would end up not happening.

As or right now, you were on your bed, fan blasting on you as you wore shorts and a short sleeve shirt. Sweat dripped down your forehead making you groan.

"It's so damn hot." You sighed.

"You should go outside. It may be cooler." The sudden voice from your mother startled you, causing you to sit up.

"Oh my gosh, you scared me." You laughed despite the quick heartbeat that was in your chest.

"I'm sorry," your mother laughed. "Why don't you try to go outside, though? Sit in the shade, wait for breeze to swing by."

"Alright." You agreed as you walked down the hall with your mom. There was some fans on in the hallway but they didn't do much like the fan in your own room.

When you made it outside, the same uncomfortable amount of warmth hit you, causing you to groan and sit on the front step.

You looked around the street that was a few steps away from you. Some kids were playing in the streets with a ball, while some jumped on the trampoline, some had popsicles to cool off.

"Here," your mom popped outside, handing you a fresh, cool water bottle. "Can't get dehydrated."

"Thank you," you took a sip from the bottle before you noticed something next door. There were three new people moving into the house next door. "Mom? Are those the new neighbors?"

"Yeah," she replied. "I feel bad, though. It's such a hot day to be moving in and everything. Hey, you should go help them."

"Huh?" You looked up at your mother. "But, I don't know them."

"Let's go over together, come on." Your mom started to walk over, making you sigh as you set your water bottle down and caught up to her.

"Mom, this is gonna be awkward." You reminded her.

"No it won't," she said. "Hello!"

One of the men looked over, you presumed it was the father of the two boys. "Oh, hello. Are you the neighbors next door?"

"Yes! I came over with my [daughter/son/child], Y/N!" Your mother smiled at you, making you smile back.

"Uh, hey." You smiled awkwardly at the man. "It's nice to meet you, sir."

"Please, call me Mr. Arisu," he smiled back. "Nice to meet you both. Ryohei, Hajime! Come here."

Ryohei and Hajime - you guessed those were the names of his sons and you definitely guessed right as they suddenly appeared.

"Yeah, dad?" One of them asked.

"These are our neighbors," he said. "Introduce yourselves."

"I'm Hajime." One of them introduced.

"I'm Ryohei." The other introduced. He seemed more quiet and reserved than his brother.

"I'm Y/N." You told them.

"And I'm Ms. L/N." Your mother said, "Y/N came over to help while I run some errands. I'll be back soon, though."

"Oh?" You looked over at your mother. "I thought you didn't have any errands."

"I have to go grocery shopping," she patted your shoulder before smiling at the neighbors. "She'll help you, like I said. See you!"

Before you could say anything to your mother, she was already walking away and to her parked car.

You cursed at yourself mentally but still turned around and looked at the neighbors.

"Here, you can take this one," The father handed you a box full of things - the front labeled KITCHEN. "You don't have to unpack them yet, just need to put them in the kitchen."

"Alright." You smiled awkwardly once again before taking the box and going inside.

This was going to be a long day.

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A few boxes later, and you had one more box. It was labeled RYOHEI'S STUFF.

You walked inside and wasn't sure where to go, so you waited for the boy to pop up. It was awkward standing like this, but you weren't sure what to do.

"I'm here, by the way." Speaking of the devil.

"Oh," you quickly followed him. "Sorry, I wasn't sure where to go."

"That's alright." He said before lightly kicking the door open. "Just place it on the ground."

You followed him into the room and placed the box down. Not sure what to do next, you turned to the boy. "Do you want help?"

"Oh, uh, sure." He nodded, opening the box closest to him.

The room fell silent, making the both of you feel awkward and uncomfortable. You weren't sure what to do when you opened a box full of clothes.

"So, what should I do with these?" You asked.

"Oh, you don't have to do anything with them. I need to fold those." He told you.

"Oh okay," you moved on to the next box before clearing your throat. "Where did you move from?"

"Tokyo." He answered.

Your eyes widened from surprise. "Wow, Tokyo? I always wanted to go there. It seems like a cool place and the food looks really good."

"It's awesome," his voice sounded a bit more enthusiastic this time. "Did you always live in America?"

"Yeah, born here and everything," you replied. "I wish I could travel outside of the country, though. How come you moved from Tokyo?"

He fell silent a moment. "Uh, just personal stuff."

"Oh, I'm sorry." You mentally slapped yourself.

"No, it's okay," he reassured you. "Did you want to help? You know, with this."

"Yeah," you lied. "I mean, I felt awkward, but my mom wanted me to know our neighbors since I knew my last ones."

"Ah, I see," he folded the empty box. "What box do you have?"

"Bunch of controllers." You held one up. "You're into video games I'm guessing?"

"How'd you know?" He joked, stepping out of the way and revealing his computer and some games. "It's not all of them, but yeah, I like video games."

"Nice," you nodded, a slight smile on your face. "I only play a few with my friends but.. I'm not too familiar with many."

"I could teach you some if you wanted," he suggested. "I mean, if you aren't busy in the summer."

"I'm always free during the summer," you laughed quietly. "I'm only not free when I'm sleeping in or walking to the shop."

"There's a shop nearby?" He questioned.

"Yeah, down the street. They sell a bunch of desserts and other fold. It's not that much either," you told him. "I'll show you later."

"Cool," he nodded. "Thanks."

"No worries."

Even though the small talk was a bit strange and you weren't sure how to continue in some parts, it was nice to talk to someone - or at least you guessed so.

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"Hey, we're done," Ryohei told you. "I'll get us some water, be right back."

"Okay." You said, watching him as he left.

You weren't sure what to do now as you were left alone, so you decided to look at his collection of books and games.

It seemed like he was very passionate about these types of things. You looked at all of the games, reading each game carefully.

"You okay?" He asked, placing the water down on the table for you.

"Shit," you jumped. "Sorry, you scared me."

"Sorry about that," he laughed quietly. "Have you played those?"

"Never," you said. "It's cool, though. Your collection, I mean."

"I've been trying for years to add more, but I need a job before I buy anymore. A lot of them were gifts but my dad or brother will hate if I bug them for more." He explained.

"Ah, I see." You smiled. "There's a video game store nearby, you know. They have games, figurines, other stuff too."

"Really?" His eyes lit up. "Wow, I need to see."

"That's another place we can go," you told him. "I mean, if you want to."

"Of course," he replied. "Just be prepared to spend hours in there."

"We can spend hours in there if we go to my favorite store straight after." You said.

"Deal," he nodded. "What store?"

"It's a candy store," you looked over at him. "I love it. I've been going to it since I was a kid. They don't charge much either."

"Awesome," he nodded. "Thanks for helping again. I still would've been doing this if it weren't for you. I just hope it wasn't awkward."

"No problem," you smiled again. "What time is it, by the way?"

"Seven o'clock." He checked his phone.

"Seven?" You grabbed your water bottle. "Sorry for the sudden exit, but my mom usually makes dinner at this time. I can't miss it because.. I don't know, she hates when I miss it."

"I understand. My dad's the same way," he smiled. "I'll see you tomorrow?"

"Yeah," you looked at him again. "By the way, leave your window open a bit. But also be careful of the mosquitoes."

"Thank you," he chuckled. "Night."

"Goodnight."

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You made it in time for dinner. Luckily, it wasn't anything too hot, but the uncomfortable heat still hovered over you.

"So, how did it go?" Your mother asked as she sat down.

"It was good," you said. "I helped one of the sons, Ryohei, that's his name."

"Ooooh." Your mother teased.

"Stop," you sighed. "I barely know the guy. But, we just unpacked his stuff and decorated his room. He even said I could play some of his games one day."

"Aww. I'm glad you have someone close to your age to talk to," she said. "I know how sad you were when Amy moved a few months ago."

Amy.

She was your best friend. You guys did everything together. Sleepovers, painting, walking around at night - summer was never boring when she was around.

You always hoped someone would move in next door but you knew no one would ever be Amy, no one could compare to your best friend.

But now, with new neighbors around, you secretly hoped that you would become friends with them or at least Ryohei, since you didn't speak to his brother yet.

"Yeah, I'm glad someone new is there," You took a sip of your drink. "It's a bit awkward right now, but I just have to get out of my shell."

"Exactly," your mother said before looking to the door. "Your fathers home."

"Oh, I have to explain everything to him now."

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The night ended with you helping your mother and father clean dishes, then sitting for a moment before going up to bed.

You kept your window open a bit but looked out and noticed the window opened a tad - it was Ryohei's's room, and he actually listened to you.

Your curtains were now closed as you changed into summer-appropriate pajamas. Shorts and a tank top, before getting in bed.

It was a long day and you couldn't wait for the next.

Maybe making a new friend was a good thing.

#fanfic #fluff stuff #fluff scenario #alice in borderland #arisu x reader

[butts-bouncing-on-the-beltway]

Wifey comes home today and the dogs don't know it so they officially hit peak wretched baby behavior yesterday and have slumped into depressed baby behavior today. I do have work today but it's my short day so I'm thinking after I'm done with work and before I head to the airport with doggos to pick up wifey, I'll wash dishes and dogs.

That way wifey doesn't feel like the house is exactly as she left it you know? I definitely know it's not in worse shape I was very careful to always clean up my presence, but I want her to not have to clean up things that were here a week ago when she left either cuz that sucks and just because I was busy and had a hard time getting around to them shouldn't make them her problem. Most things like that aren't a big deal, or are things we specifically planned for (e.g. she emptied the litterbox right before she left and it's self cleaning so it only needs to be done once a week) but the dishes were a fluke that snuck by us in the last couple days before she left and then I literally never once had the spoons to get to them (heh) while Wifey was gone. Which I expected! I kinda figured that I would either do them all on Friday or maybe if I was very lucky do 1 round a dayon the others. So at least I'm on schedule lol.

Anyway, I did also clean the tub this week, and pick up the laundry in the bathroom, so I figure I might also do a quick wipe down in bathroom (sink, toilet, tub, sweep floors, take out trask) since it usually only takes 15 minutes and would make the whole room look really nice at this point. That plus shiny dishes and dogs is bound to make wifey happy coming home.

Anyway, my morning plans are as follows:

throw chili in the crock pot for dinner tonight

maintenance clean of bathroom

first round of dishes

take out the bedroom and bathroom trashes

refill pet water fountains

Extra Credit: unpack the monthly grocery grocery delivery and confirm their allergen listings

So far I'm over 100% on my tasks today and feeling great about it!

In the next hour I've got some work tasks to do, a little documentation stuff to prep for the day basically, and then it's off the the races for my short day with clients, my one on one, and then me getting the dogs ready for the evening!

Managed to finish all of my work prep stuff even the thing I was sure I wouldn't manage! So yay to that! We're still at "all essential AND all extra credit tasks completed" for each phase of my day so far, though obviously I'm not gonna elaborate on the work stuff for privacy reasons.

Feeling good about the day, feeling good about my ability to get shit down now that I've been back on my meds for a week, feeling pretty good overall! I do think I might be headed for a no show today but I'm fine with that because it'll just give me an extra 45 min for dishes and one less note to write before I switch over to household tasks this afternoon.

I am contemplating doing an extra credit task of throwing on new sheets and remaking the bed fresh and clean for wifey since Jaxxine crunched her yams all over this one all week on top of chewing on the fitted sheet like a pacifier to calm herself lol. But we'll see how that goes.

I've managed to get both blankets into the wash, and the quilt is already in the dryer, so I figure I'm definitely remaking the bed now. I'm most of the way through the tough jobs and then all that's left is the easy or fun ones. I do have to leave in about 3 hours tho, so I'm definitely running low on time. Gotta prioritize a bit and wittle down my remaining tasks. Dinner's all set but for some rice if we decide to make it. I may just empty the dish rack and not worry about washing a 3rd load unless I finish everything else in time. Jaxx definitely needs a bath next, then the tub a wipe down, the pets fed, and me a shower. At that point we're likely to be ok the edge of time so I'm thinking remake the bed and then kitty fun den and then prep the dogs for our trip.

After work plans are as follows:

2-3 more rounds of dishes 1 more round of dishes

bathe the lassie (START WITH THE LAD)

Feed the dogs dinner

bathe self

wipe down tub

build kitty fun den with dinner and treats

pick up wifey from her trip

Extra Credit: wash the blankets dry the blankets

Extra Credit: remake the bed with fresh sheets and blankets

[kiankiwi]

ok but baby having a tantrum bc we forgot his littke bag and he's just crying until we have to stop at a store and get him a bottle and some formula so baby finally calms down and he looks at us with puppy dog eyes while drinking from a small bottle and just cuddles against us and when he finishes it and signs for more but we're like "oh baby it was formula we don't have any water left " so baby just starts to whine again

"Mama! How could you?!" Elvis screams as he requested his purple puppy plushie and you realized you had left his little bag on the bed upstairs in Graceland. "I'm so sorry baby, we were in too much of a hurry. Mama's so sorry!"After ten minutes of E screeching and sobbing, Lamar pipes up as he comes up on a grocery store near the studio. We're quick to shut him down though thinking he is just gonna make things worse but no, he has an idea. "No, No, we're coming up on Montross Grocery. We can get him some formula and maybe a binky there." Elvis eyes the grocery store and so do you. "Would you like that baby? is that okay?" You ask as Lamar waits for E to tell him to either keep going or to pull in. "y-yeah." he whimpers as he wipes at his tear sticky face.

"Alright then no more tears, bubs." Lamar stays out in the car with a still whimpering Elvis so that he doesn't get recognized while we go in on a mission to find baby formula, a sippy, a paci and some sort of stuffed animal.

We know we're on a time crunch for the studio and if we're late again the Colonel will give us hell. So we end up running around the store like a chicken with their head cut off trying to find what we need but eventually we do.

You grab the first bib, paci, bottle of water and formula can you can find before tossing a 50$ bill at the cashier and rushing back to the SUV that held Elvis inside.

"Ope, look what mama got." Lamar encourages as he pulls back out of the parking lot. Face still sticky, he claps at the sight of his grocery store stuffy and the new paci, testing it out a bit before giggling around the nipple.

And then for the one thing he really wants, he watches as we take the new bottle and pour the bottle of water into it and mix the formula into it, shaking it up quickly while E is making grabby hands at us. "Here, all better?" Elvis only answers by stuffing the nipple of the bottle of his mouth and leaning all the way back, sucking greedily at the milk. "Good, no more tears bubby. Thanks Lamar." He nods, turning into the studio parking lot. "Y'know the Colonel's gonna yell." You make a psh noise, "Psh let him yell. My first priority is E." Lamar opens the door and mutters, "Damn straight."

Two and a half hours later of laying songs down, E is looking at you through the glass in the booth, his eyes hopeful and his hands signing "more" You press a button on the sound board so he can hear you, "I'm sorry sweetie, there isn't any more water for the formula bub. But I promise I'll make you one when we go home before naptime okay?" Elvis pouts but goes back to singing, he'll have to be okay with that and it gives him something to look forward to.

#littleelvispresley #littlespaceelvis #little!e #kiwiswriting

[fakeloveaskblog]

I think you should art:)

🐌🕸

"ART! Just what I was thinking" Remus exclaimed.

"You literally just said you didn't know what to choose" Remy snarked back.

"ShuuuUUuush!! The park will still be here any other day but who knows the next time inspiration will strike!!"

He jumped up on his feet and kept tapping his feet into the ground while waiting for his friend to get ready to leave. He helped them up before taking their hand. It felt like a bunch of ants was walking around inside his bones so he had to fully concentrate to not run ahead.

"WAIT" He suddenly lit up and turned to Remy. He lightly grabbed their shoulders and shook them around "You can sew!"

"Unless my fingers all suddenly like ran away yeeeah" Remy replied.

"You can sew!! OHOHOH I know exactly what we're doing!"

"Girl I'm not like sewing into skin fyi you small freak. I aint playing doctor here"

"I wasn't even thinking of that! Though I did once see a video of-"

Remy literally shut his mouth with their fingers "Don't wanna hear it"

During the entire bus ride back home Remus was frenetically scribbling down into his sketchbook. Remy tried to ask him what we was doing a few times but he was too hyperfocused to hear. It looked like he was doodling a quick storyboard.

They hopped off on a stop sooner than they should because it stopped right by a supermarket. Remy got too choose whichever quick meal the two of them would have for dinner while Remus went to buy things for the art he was planning. They choose noodles while he came back with half a dozen energy drinks and a bag of oranges.

Remus had offered to carry all the grocery bags. He was ranting about different ways to create fake blood while Remy did their best to follow along.

"...I have like a question" They said while scratching their wrist.

"About the blood? Oh it's just a few simple ste-"

"I'm just thinking it would probs be like a good idea if like-" They stopped and took a deep breathe "Do you think you'd ever have a chance of relapse? Sorry for like being so blunt but like if I'm gonna be...using..I need to- it would be best if I knew what would be like triggering and like panicky and stuff"

Remus looked at them with a stumped expression. His slightly agape mouth quickly shut, all tight lipped as he looked away to think.

"I would Never want to do anything like that again" He spat out "I would never want to lose control, lose time, like that ever again"

"Okay..Okay. Good.

"All of the...bad things..happened 'cause I was high. Not him. I don't know how I would react to someone else being high. I guess I'll be fine. Hopefully"

"You gotta tell me if you don't react well. Kay?"

"Of course. Promise. I'll scream it to the high heavens if I don't dig it"

When they came back to the apartment a note had been stuck to the door. It was written in red glitter pen and signed with a crown. 'Going to brunch and a party. Don't burn down the place.'

"Muahahah! We got the whole place to ourself!!" Remus rubbed his grubby hands together while saying it.

He set the shopping bags down in the kitchen while Remy laid down right on the floor to stretch their aching muscles. Remus walked circles around them to get out energy before picking up a random piece of paper and writing on it. He taped it up on the wall and slapped his hand against it to get his friends attention.

Remy squinted up at the paper. In big letters were the words "HOW TO HIDE A DEAD BODY" written.

"GIRL ARE WE KILLING SOMEONE!?"

"Not right now!" Remus replied "It's the title!! We're doing a short film! An art short film!"

"Am I being buried or doing the burying? Just like so you know I think I'd look muuuuch better being buried"

"Neither!" He suddenly stiffened up and held his arms kind of like a nervous squirrel "Did I ask you if you're comfy with being filmed? I didn't think bout that- We can like- I got some clay I think? We can-"

"I'm okay with it" Remy interrupted.

"Oh" His hands returned to hang loosely by his sides "Okay!" He took his sketchbook and sat down on the floor beside them.

He showed them the story board while explaining what his idea was. It'd been running around in his head for a few months now but he didn't have any clue how to sew so he hadn't ever really thought further than the basic plan.

Remus stood up and held out his hands to make a sort of frame. He squinted at the couch "You'd think it look good filmed here?"

"It's like a nice apartment" Remy shrugged back while scratching their arm.

He stared at it for a few more seconds before beginning to push furniture around. He pulled a chair so it sat opposite to the couch and placed his phone on the chair since he was going to film with it. The windows behind the couch made the video all washy with light. He strained to move the couch so it wasn't standing in front of the windows.

"Need help with that?" Remy asked.

"Beanie, I'm a manly muscular ultra buff man!!! I can move a couch!! I could move this couch with only my dick! That's how buff every part of me is!"

Remy held their hands up and shrugged "Was just asking"

Eventually Remus managed to move the couch. He moved on to the other furniture and testing different angles and checking the lights and dunking an entire energy drink and hyperfocusing so hard he forgot Remy was still in the room.

They didn't mind it. Actually they thought he looked really pretty with that concentrated look on his face, all while his eyes glimmered with excitement.

It just turned so quiet so suddenly. They didn't have any distraction anymore, not that they would ever want to call Remus a distraction.

They scratched at their wrist again. It felt like something was missing. Like a huge chunk out of them had been ripped out. It was so starkly obvious to them they felt a bit insane when no one else seemed to notice.

The bruise on their wrist had healed. All that was left was their pale skin. The bruise was missing and no one seemed to see that. They scratched until the skin turned red.

It felt like their body was decaying. It felt like their brain had been replaced with a rotting animal carcass. They didn't know how to know if they were alive if they weren't afraid. The bruise on their wrist was missing.

Remy looked up when the skin around their wrist started to bleed ever so slightly. Remus was turning on and off different lights to test how it looked.

"Rem" Remy called out. The word had slipped out without them being able to stop it.

He turned around and looked at them "Hmm?"

"I gotta get high. Is that like- is it okay with you?"

"You okay?"

"I just need some xanax or something" They said without answering his question. "The watchers they said they could get me if I needed-"

"A healthy dose" Remus interrupted "Only a healthy dose"

"Yeah yeah 'course"

"I'm okay with it. Don't worry. Deep breathes beanie"

Remy parsed their lips to ask you for xanax but it felt reductive. They were sure you'd already heard them anyway.

#🐌🕸 #thanks for the ask! #remy sanders

[under-sedationnn]

the arcana: main six reacting to injured! reader

anonymous: Could u do m6 reacting to mc coming home injured? I want some hurt/comfort >:))

Warnings: talk of being injured, blood. if that bothers you or tiggers you in anyway, please scroll away! i want this to be a safe place, only :)

thanks for the request anon!! i hope you enjoy!! <3 requests for the kissing prompts and physical affection prompts are STILL OPEN. please send them in with the character of your choice (which could be any character from any series i write for) and i will create an imagine!! thanks and happy reading!!

- tries his very very best to stay calm

- you can see panic bubbling under the surface

- faust is on high alert

- slithers around your shoulders and squeezes you for a hug

- "friend! hurt!"

- doesn't immediately ask what happened, just gets you to a comfortable place to be cleaned up

- then, and only then, will he brave to ask what happened to you

- or who did this to you

- wipes the blood from your skin with very gentle swipes

- winces when you wince, and apologizes profoundly

- "Y/n, how did this happen? i thought you were just taking a quick trip to the market."

- "i fell in the market, tripped over a stone"

- "and nobody helped you?"

- in this case he's disappointed with the bystanders, but does not become angry

- in a situation where someone hurt you?

- oh god

- "Y/n, how did this happen? i thought you were just taking a quick trip to the market."

- "yeah, well, somebody had their eye on the same apple i picked up. somehow, though, they managed to push me to the ground and steal it from my hands."

- i don't even think he would know what to say

- and asra is not really the type to march out into the streets of vesuvia and seek to challenge the one who hurt you

- but he would certainly hold a grudge against whoever it was if he did find out

- and would feel absolutely awful about letting you get hurt

- his mind would race about the possibility of losing you again

- because he simply can't handle it

- and what if that person had been particularly violent or malicious? what if you had been taken??

- you'd have to comfort the hell out of him to make sure he knows that you're okay

- "asra, hey, i'm fine! i can handle myself, you know that"

- "you're right, and i know you're right. it's just hard"

- "it's still hard for me, too. the market still makes me a little nervous and i got caught a little off guard, is all"

- that would make him feel better

- would finish patching up your wounds and would make sure to bring you to julian the next day if they were too bad for him to fix or needed stitches

- would also create a special brew to help with the pain and ease you to sleep

- "why don't i go down to the market tomorrow?"

- "why? so when you pick a fight over apples, i can pay you back for all of this high quality medical treatment?"

- "well of course, surely you didn't expect all this tender love and care to be free" *wink*

- panicked doctor mode enabled

- immediately begins checking you over, asking questions

- something tells me it would be a head injury of some sort

- "oh darling, what happe- you're bleeding!"

- "julian, i'm okay! it's just a little scratch"

- "no no no you might need stitches, come sit down. i'll go get my kit!"

- there's really no use in arguing

- he has cold ass hands, so he tries to warm them up before he begins suturing the wound

- tries to be gentle, and his expert hands move quickly without any snagging

- "so, how did this happen?"

- his voice is literally trembling

- "well, i was in the clinic grabbing the list of ingredients we need for our next grocery trip and there was a puddle of... something on the floor. i slipped and hit my head on the corner of your desk"

- immediately thinks it's his fault

- like "oh shit i should have cleaned better that could have killed y/n and then what would i have done-"

- doesn't necessarily voice this, but you can tell by the silence that follows that he's feeling really guilty

- would kneel for you, head on your knees

- "y/n, i am so sorry"

- "juli, it's really okay, i should have watched where i was going"

- "i'll make sure to clean better from now on, okay?"

- would guard you throughout the night in case of concussion

- nurse juli <3

- but let's say someone had put their hands on you

- would patch you up the same way, and apologize profusely for not being there with you

- tuck you into bed and fetch mazelinka to keep an eye on you throughout the night incase of a concussion

- would most definitely be self destructive and seek that mf out

- maybe not successfully, but would try his hardest

- "i'll be back in the morning, get some rest"

- "I can find them myself if I want to, you know"

- embarrassed blush

- because he KNOWS you can take care of yourself

- "of course, but right now you're hurt. as your partner, i will do what must be done on your behalf darling"

- probably shows up the following morning with battle scars of his own

- the guards found you in the garden, passed out in the maze

- blood trickled down your arm, a large gash marking your bicep

- ran you up to the palace and immediately to the medical wing

- them]n nadia gets word

- the calm, collected queen act disappears

- abandons anything she's doing, anybody she's talking to

- "we will finish this at a different time, i have more important matters to attend to"

- she is so worried and it's honestly adorable

- very much giving "where tf are they?" energy

- god i love her so much

- anyways um

- asks the nurses over and over what happened, if you're okay, etc.

- watches the physicians and nurses like a hawk as they clean the wound and suture the cut

- and they're so intimidated lmao they never come face to face with her literally ever

- brushes your hair back from your face as they do so

- holds your hands

- would demand that you be brought to her sleeping chamber

- so that's where you wake up! how cute

- she's laying beside you, her brows furrowed

- maybe even her eyes are a little hazy

- "y/n, sweetheart, do you remember what happened?"

- patiently waits for your answer, you're still a little groggy

- you were either attacked by an animal and passed out from the fright

- or you were attacked by an armed person and was knocked out

- either way, the guards are on it

- nadia isn't letting whoever or whatever did this get away without a fight

- the palace is meant to be a safe haven for you

- for the both of you

- "well, don't you worry, we'll take care of that"

- you try to sit up but she won't let you

- "oh no, you must stay down, y/n. you are possibly concussed from the fall"

- "oh okay, sorry"

- "is there anything i can get you?"

- the countess of vesuvia, serving you in your time of need

- "just some water would be nice"

- "of course, i'll have some brought up right away"

- i literally feel like he would just start crying straight up

- cause like he has some problems anyway

- he big sad boi

- and you coming home to the hut bleeding from a gash in the arch of your foot is not helping

- picks you and carries you to the bed without a word

- just starts examining the cut

- inanna is also very concerned

- she licks the blood from the cut, she's trying to be helpful

- meanwhile muriel is stumbling around the hut looking for anything to stop the bleeding, disinfect it, bandage it, anything

- but he's not the best about keeping that stuff in stock

- keeps looking back at you with worry in his eyes

- he doesn't know what to do

- "muriel, let me see if i can contact asra. maybe he or julian can bring me a salve. i'm pretty sure i'm gonna need stitches"

- low-key makes him feel worse

- cause he feels like he's unable to care for you and keep your safe

- even tho this was just an accident

- he's breathing really fast, his anxiety creeping

- agrees anyway, but goes to get them himself

- "i'll be back soon, just keep this piece of cloth pressed against it"

- cause you're bleeding like a lot

- inanna stays behind

- he returns very quickly with julian in tow, though he doesn't look happy about it

- leaves the hut without another word

- julian gets to work immediately

- "so, you cut your foot i see"

- smartass.

- "yeah, muriel always tells me to put on shoes when i walk in the woods but i love to feel the grass beneath my feet"

- julian chuckled at this

- "and i'm assuming you, what, stepped on a rock?"

- "...yeah, sliced it right open"

- after julian is done cleaning up the cut, he tells you to just stay off of it for a while and make sure it doesn't get infected

- once he's gone, muriel trudges back into the hut

- "muriel, baby, it was just a cut it's not a big deal"

- but his eyes look hurt, and you beckon him toward the bed

- "hey," your hands on his cheeks, "i'm okay, really"

- "sorry, i just got scared. blood is still a trigger for me and since you got hurt in my woods, i felt like it was my fault"

- "muriel, of course it wasn't your fault"

- he really needed a hug

- after this instance, he made sure to keep medical supplies in the hut and you promised to try and wear shoes in the woods more often than not

- "i'll try my best to be more careful. deal?"

- sweet lil smile

- "deal."

- "oh my god, y/n, what the hell happened??"

- you were tending the garden

- without her supervision

- and the garden sheers might have sliced into the palm of your hand

- deep

- brings you over to the sink and runs water over the cut, covering it with a towel when the dripping blood had been washed away

- girl is on the move

- cause she knows what to do! love that

- low-key a main reason why julian managed to live as long as he has

- pepi is curiously perched atop one of the counters, peering down

- finds her personal first aid kit she had stashed in the bathroom

- guides you over to sit on the counter while she tries to figure out what to do

- "damn, you really cut yourself, y/n"

- "sorry! i think i just got a little carried away"

- she giggles at that, though she is still worried about the fact that it won't stop bleeding

- gently wraps the cut in gauze and adheres it together

- places a kiss to your fingertips

- "all done! no more gardening for you!"

- "hey, why not?"

- "well you don't want that cut to open back up again and again, do you?"

- "no"

- "alright then," she smiled, moving to put away the first aid kit again, "and we're going up to the palace medical wing first thing tomorrow morning to make sure it's not infected"

- eye roll

- "yes ma'am" you mocked

- even though you know it's just because she loves you

- "but since you got hurt, you want me to bake you some cookies?"

- "only if you let me eat the dough!"

- good god do i love this man

- but he is so self-absorbed it's actually insane

- and I feel like he wouldn't even notice at first

- cause he's too focused on himself

- gazing into the mirror without a care in the world when you walked in

- "y/n, thank goodness you're home, how do you feel about these pants?"

- you just hobbled to the nearest seat, hand resting over the gash on your knee

- mercedes and melchior were lazing across a rug at the base of his mirror, their attention set on you

- "u-um, yeah, they look good"

- literally just trying not to bleed out, over here

- "good? oh really, now, y/n don't they look amazing?"

- "yes, they look ama- ow, damnit"

- then he turned around

- immediate shock and worry! oh no oh no y/n is hurt!

- mercedes and melchior walked over first, whining as they took in the cut, brushing around the edges

- lucio raced over, squatting down in front of you, and began examining the cut

- "hey, hey, what happened?"

- "i accidentally tripped on my walk in the garden and scraped my knee on the cobblestone"

- he was lightly touching around the cut, gauging how sensitive it was

- when you flinched he stopped, looking into your eyes with a soft "sorry"

- "i think i need to go to the palace infirmary"

- "oh there's no need, i can take care of you!"

- you were not convinced he could take care of you, at least not well

- "uh, lucio, are you sure?"

- he looked slightly offended, at that

- "you know, y/n, i did fight in battles at one point. i have not only tended to my own wounds, but the wounds of others, as well"

- you giggled at the thought

- "much to your protest, though, i'm sure"

- he moved to the small cabinet of medical supplies in the ensuite to your bedroom, returning to your side with it in hand

- "at points, but i don't mind helping you in the slightest"

- for all of his antics, his soft side was enough to make you fall in love all over again

- and although i know he would take care of you in literally any situation, i can't say for certainty that he would stick around and place nurse lucio for long if a person had hurt you

- attacked you

- much like nadia, the guards would be sent out without a second thought, lucio leading the pack in the search for you aggressor

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[andysbubba]

home to me

↳ andy let you go once, he doesn't wanna lose you again

a/n: a little series? this one's probably gonna have another chapter or two hehe <3

𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐲'𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 | 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

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Andy's stomach churned when he sees you. In a very good way. It's been a good two years since the break up and he can barely believe that he's seeing you right then and there— in the corner of the cafe that Andy knows you love going to. Your voice made his heart flip. It's so goddamn beautiful and Andy misses it so damn much.

He doesn't even know why he's so stunned at the sight of you. It's the only reason why he's there— why he's always going there almost every weekend, hoping to get a glimpse of you sometime. You're in the fuzzy, furry jacket that you're always wearing on chilly days, your hair pulled up with a claw clip and your laptop right in front of you with a cup of coffee right by the side.

He tried to get over you, he really did. But even after all the women he met after you, no one made him feel the same way you did. The butterflies in his stomach he gets just talking to you like some teenager, or how his heart just flutters when you smiled at him with that beautiful grin.

Andy couldn't help but look at you every two minutes, while he's waiting in the queue for his turn. He's thinking of what to say if he even has the guts to walk up to you and say hi.

The break up wasn't necessarily bad... it was mutual. Kinda. You were in the middle of your studies and you just wanted to focus on doing well and getting your masters. It's not that Andy was a distraction— really, he actually helped a lot. But between studying and trying to make sure you don't abandon Andy, you realised that taking a break would be good for the both of you.

You were young, only 24 while Andy was 14 years older than you are. He's so mature and wise that you just felt that you just wanted to grow as your own person before you and Andy took it any further and got more serious. You thought that you'd work on yourself, fixing up your flaws and make yourself just grow into a better version of yourself. And as much as Andy disagreed, he didn't want to force you to keep being with him. He thought that maybe, you both could just grow as time passes, and that you can change right next to him.

But he just agreed with you, because he definitely does not want to pressure you into being in a relationship with him no matter how much he actually wants you to stay with him. So technically, it was a mutual break-up to you. But he didn't really feel the same.

And unsurprisingly, Andy simply cannot get over you. Two years passed, and he just wishes that you're by his side again.

"Hi! What can I get for you?"

Andy snaps out of his trance, stepping towards the cashier and ordering his coffee to-go with a bagel as well. He takes a quick glance at you before he decides to change his mind. "Actually— I'll just have those here."

Wait— you recognise that voice.

You instantly glance up from the screen of your laptop, watching the familiar back and broad shoulders standing at the cashier. Holy fuck- Andy?

Your gaze turns back down to your laptop, your mind trying to decide between approaching him or just letting him go... again... like you did 2 years ago. He still fits into those polo tees like a glove, the jeans barely doing his ass justice but it really accentuates his goddamn thighs.

Fuck. Two damn years and you still have it bad for him.

"Can I join?" Andy glances down at some blueprint or floor-plan thing you have on your laptop. "Unless I'm interrupting— you look busy."

"Andy—" You turned to him and back to the opened floor-plan on the screen. "No, no. Hey-" You lowered the screen and put it aside, leaving some space for Andy. You gestured at him to join you in the booth.

Andy takes up the offer, setting the cup in his hand and the bagel right in front of you before he slides in. "Hey,"

You let out a breathy laugh as you look at him, fidgeting with your fingers underneath the table. "Been a long time."

"Yeah," He nods, offering you one of his adorable smiles as he rests his forearms on the table. "I stopped seeing you around, thought you moved away."

"I thought you did— till I heard the news talking about one of your cases." You retort, lips curling into a soft smile. "How've you been, Andy?"

"Same old, y'know. Long hours at the office and takeout nights. Nothing really changed." Andy grins, "How's everything goin' for ya?"

Oh— and he definitely isn't wrong when he said 'nothing really changed'. For this 40-year-old man to still look like the Andrew Stephen Barber you met like 4 years ago? Phew.

"Uhm- pretty good! I'm uh- I just signed a contract with Perkins and Will."

Andy's lips curled into a wide grin. "You did it!"

He remembers?

Your head tilts as you look at him. "You remember?"

"Of course, hon. That's your dream firm." He reaches over table and pats your hand. "I'm happy for you, Y/n."

"Thank you, Andy," You brush a hand through your hair, eyeing Andy in his whole polo tee and jeans glory. "I'm surprised you aren't working on a Saturday morning,"

Andy lets out a laugh at your words, "Yeah- I just thought, y'know. Uh- I'm old enough to stop being such a workaholic."

You raised a brow at that, "Andy, you aren't old." You give him a suggestive glance as your eyes trace his whole figure. "Definitely don't look like it."

"I'll say the same thing for ya, Y/n." Andy didn't bother hiding his gaze either, eyes trailing down your body till it's back up to your face. "Two damn years and you still look as gorgeous as ever, sweetheart."

A breathy laugh leaves your lips. "Always as flattering as ever, Mr Barber."

"You know I'm an honest person, sweetheart." Andy winks before he takes a sip of his coffee.

You hum as you run your finger on the edge of your own cup. "I remember you telling me that all lawyers are really good liars."

You love how familiar this feels. It's like nothing has changed and both of you are back in 2019. Good, good days. Letting Andy go was a dumb move on your side, you realised that pretty soon after the break-up. You should've known that you and Andy would've made it work someway, somehow.

"C'mon, honey. Y'know I can never lie to you." The wide smile he has on his lips is as charming as ever and god if it doesn't just make you fall in love again- as if you ever fell out of love with him in the first place. Andy clears his throat, a hand inching to the back of his neck and softly rubbing the spot. You instantly realised that he's a little nervous. "You dating anyone?"

You let out an almost silent snort, scoffing at his question. "Ya think? I just called you hot five minutes ago, handsome."

Andy takes a bite of his bagel, looking up at you through those goddamn long eyelashes as his mouth moves to chew the food and those fucking pink lips making you stare at him like a horny teenager.

"You've got to stop staring at me like that, sweetheart." He warns, but the glint in his eyes is telling you that he really doesn't mind you staring him up like that.

Your brows raised immediately in defence. "Like what?"

You tried your best to fight the grin fighting its way to form on your lips. But Andy is a goddamn lawyer, after all. He knows his shit and he knows that you're just being a tease.

He huffs, brow arched as he looks at you. "Like you wanna eat me." He replies shortly, lips curling into a smirk. "Cause I was planning to take this slow after 2 whole years. And you aren't helping."

You hum, picking your cup up and taking a sip from it, hiding the grin forming on your lips behind the cup. "You can still wine and dine me if you wanna." You set the cup down and lean forward, head tilted to one side with your head resting in your palm. "But y'know, I'm pretty impatient."

Andy laughs, backing away from you and resting back against his seat. "Guess it's good that I've got enough patience for both of us, huh?"

You laugh at his words. "We'll see, Mr Barber."

He takes your words as an invite to ask you out. "Dinner tonight? My place."

You playfully rolls your eyes, ignoring the little flutter in your heart. "Who's impatient now?"

"It's a yes or no question, sweetheart."

"Still that cute little loft?"

"I'll text you my new address later."

You couldn't fight the grin forming on your lips. "It's a date."

---

He was at the grocery store when he pulled out his phone and goes to your contact to shoot you a text. It has always been there, saved and never deleted. He didn't want to get rid of the hope that he might have you back.

Andy: 242 Warren St [sent 3.24pm]

Andy: See you tonight, sweetheart. [sent 3.25pm]

You didn't reply so Andy just assumed that you read it. He's looking forward to seeing you again tonight and he's excited.

---

It wasn't till you got home that you realised that Andy doesn't have your new number.

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LOL I LOVE CLIFFHANGERS.

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Can I get an rio x reader where rio cheats on reader with Beth and reader finds out and rio try everything to get her back even really cutting Beth off can it be angst with smut but fluff ending I really love your stories 🧚🏾

Thanks, beautiful! I struggled with this one a lot, I hope you'll enjoy it. 💖

Still

- Rio (Good Girls) x Female Reader/You -

-> 18+ readers only!

-> English is not my native language, so bear with me because there will probably be some grammatical mistakes.

Rating: Mature, Explicit, NSFW.

Warnings: Smut. Language.

Word count: 2.4k

Your ears ring with disbelief. What Beth just stated can't possibly be true.

"Oh, I'm sorry, honey, I just wanted to give you a heads-up. My goal here is not to hurt you but to just tell you the truth." She says with false sympathy.

Your chest tightens. Rio would never do such a thing. No, no, no. You refuse to believe her. Obviously, she's lying.

Then you recall the time he got home much later than usual. You were so afraid that something terrible had happened to him that you remained up late. Waiting for him. He had a weird expression on his face when he eventually arrived. He appeared to be preoccupied. For a while after that, he grew distant. But you didn't consider any of it; instead, you convinced yourself it was just work.

Nausea slams into your stomach, knocking you out. To control the trembling, you ball your hands into a tight fist.

Then without being able to hold back, you slap her hard. She gasps and brings her palm to her bruised cheek, clearly startled.

Tears stream down your face, burning your eyes, and a searing agony closes your throat. You rush out of the store without saying a word, leaving your shopping cart. You hear Beth's footsteps. You walk faster because you don't want to deal with her bullshit. She was far from sorry; she had purposefully ambushed you in the middle of your grocery run to tell you all about Rio's affair with her in every detail.

"Wait, Y/N. Please, I'm really sorry. I feel terrib-" she shouts as she tries to keep pace with you. You stop dead in your tracks and turn to face her.

"You feel terrible? It's not bad enough that you humiliate me by getting in bed with my husband, but you had to humiliate me by announcing it to me in the fucking store while I'm grocery shopping for my family?" she remains frozen in place without saying anything. Concerned and looking guilty, Her eyes dart around the area.

"You did this to another woman. You are the one who should be humiliated; you are the one who should be ashamed! Now get away from me before I beat the shit out of you."

As soon as you get in your car, you take a few deep, ragged breaths and dial Rio's number.

His raspy voice scratches your eardrum. "Hey, mama."

"Your partner with benefit is here."

You're still hoping you're wrong. You can't breathe because your chest hurts so much.

For a brief moment, the line is silent. Then there's a torrent of noises. His exhales, a door slamming, and a vehicle's motor roars.

"Where are you?"

So it's true; the gravity of that broke your heart. You attempt to keep your voice even from quivering due to your tears.

"How could you?" You squeeze the phone.

"Where are you, Y/N," His heavy breathing pierces the line as he asks again.

"Were you ever going to tell me?" Your chin trembles.

"This is my problem, one that's gonna go away very soon, yeah?"

"How? How Rio? You slept with her. You can't make that go away."

"Listen to m—"

"Listen to what?" You scream, your tone full of outrage. "No need to bother yourself; she's already told me all I need to know. With every fucking detail." You hit the steering wheel violently. "I hope your quick fuck with the soccer mom was worth it."

"I know you're hurt, and I caused that. I'll deal with Elizabeth." His voice is so cold that it makes your neck hair stand up. "Now I'll ask again, Where. Are. You?"

You don't reply.

"Don't do…that. Talk to m—"

"We're done." You declare with a heavy heart, ending the call.

After the call, he tried to reach you several times, but you chose to ignore him by turning off your phone.

You had enough. Screw him and Beth! You go on a drive aimlessly to clear your thoughts and mind.

You leave your car parked in front of your apartment. It was late. You drove for hours. You hoped you wouldn't run into him since you didn't have the strength to confront him. You planned to be quick. You just want to grab your things and go.

You turn on the light and scream as soon as you enter your bedroom. Rio's here. He's sitting in your chair, arms spread wide, eyes hard.

"Shh. You'll wake Marcus." You can tell he's angry because you can hear it in his voice and feel it radiating from him. You notice a half-empty bottle of whiskey on the dresser.

"You switched off your phone."

You go to your closet and start packing your clothes.

You don't look at him when you speak.

"Because I didn't want to talk to you."

"When I call you, you answer."

"Doesn't work that way. Anyway, I'm almost done gathering my stuff." You're in a rush, so you only take what you need.

You're about to zip your bag when he gets to his feet and captures your wrist. You pull away abruptly.

"Don't touch me!" You snap.

"You're good. you're one of the few good things in my life; you know that, yeah?" He claims, lost in thought. You see him for the first time in a vulnerable state. His eyes were filled with remorse and anguish. You almost feel sorry for him.

"This is real life, Rio! You don't get to restart things when you ruin everything. You cheated, damn it. I can't even look at you right now." You rant. You feel as though you're about to cry all over again. You pause to gather your emotions. "You know, they warned me about this."

"About what?"

"About you! But I still loved you at your darkest, and you broke my heart, played with it… I'm such an idiot." You admit while taking your bag ready to go.

"I've never thought," He begins by speaking slowly, as though he is carefully choosing each word. Purposefully. He looks away, shakes his head, and exhales before returning his attention to you.. "the idea of losing you is killing me. I ain't proud of what I did. I hate myself for it."

"Good."

"I'm your husband mama, don't do this." His words ring with sorrow.

"Yeah, maybe you shouldn't be my husband anymore." You hurry away, not wanting to hear his response.

—————

Six months later.

You moved to a new apartment in the same area to keep in touch with Marcus. You loved the kid. It was a tough and painful moment when you had to explain to him that you were leaving. He cried a lot, but you assured him that it would not affect your relationship with him. That he was free to see you whenever he pleased. And it was true. He didn't need to face the consequences of his father's actions. As for Rio, you haven't seen him since that night, despite his best attempts to show you how much he regrets his behavior. He acknowledged your need for space, even though it was difficult for him. You had the sense at times that someone was watching. You've noticed men following you around in traffic or shopping malls a few times. You had a suspicion it was Rio men. But you weren't ready to face him.

You needed time to heal and forgive yourself for not knowing, for turning a blind eye and not asking questions when something didn't feel right. You had to let go of the anger, the hate, and the shame. You were not responsible for his cheating. You made your peace with that.

To forget and move on, you put your whole heart and soul into your work. You're an engineer, and your job was on the line. There was a large contract that needed to be fulfilled. You had to prove yourself. However, the agency's funds were short. Thanks to a generous anonymous contributor, you could convince the clients and carry out the contract.

As a result of your efforts, you got promoted to chief project engineer. It had been your childhood dream. Your mother was a well-known engineer, and you told yourself that you would follow in her footsteps after her unexpected passing. You don't recall much about her. You lost her when you were just a little girl. But now, your job allows you to be near her and have a common bond with her even though she's gone. You had a special thought for her with each new project. You hoped she was proud of your accomplishments.

You stir from your own thoughts and memories. Someone was knocking on your door, you got up to see who it was, and it was Mick. You let him in, and You both sit in silence in your living room. He finally opens his mouth after what seems like an eternity, but you're not sure you're ready for what he has to say. When you shake your head, he locks his lips shut. With a sigh, he pulls an envelope from his jacket and offers it to you.

You clear your throat. "What's this?" You demand.

"Rio asked me to give it to you."

As you open the envelope, your hands tremble. It must be the divorce papers. You've figured it out. But it's not long before you discover there's a set of other documents. With the divorce papers, you find a property deed in your name. Your mother's house and a bank account with an absurdly large sum of money.

You should be ecstatic, yet all you can feel is a void in your chest. You take your time to absorb the information then your eyes well up with tears. Oh my god, you own your mother's house. It's finally yours after so many years. The beauty of the gesture hits you.

"You not supposed to know all of this." He says. "There's one more thing. He went into debt to repay your student loan; he's the anonymous donor at your work. He knows how much your mother meant to you. I know what he did was horrible; he deeply regrets it. But he's unhappy without you. He's trying. Really trying, Y/N."

"And Beth?"

"Let's just say that she won't be a problem anymore. You'll never see her again." He replies firmly.

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You're nervous as you approach Rio's condo. You remember the time you spent there together, all the memories. That night's betrayal and pain are still fresh in your mind. You'd like a fresh start with a clean slate. You recognize how much you missed him when you find yourself in front of him. His face is emotionless as his gaze drifts to the envelope you grasp in your fingers. You take a seat in front of him at his desk. His attention is on you.

"What are you doing here, Y/N?" He folds his hands together.

You toss the envelope in his direction.

"You could've given it to Mick."

"I had to see you."

"Yeah?" His nostrils flare.

"You have me followed."

"Is that a problem?" he asks with a deep voice.

"No, but I don't understand why I need protection." You reply, searching his eyes.

"You were once connected to me, so it always makes you a potential target, and I ain't taking any chance about your safety."

"Is it going to be a permanent thing?"

"Yeah, a permanent thing." He states categorically, not discussing it further. "Let me ask you again, Yeah? What are we doing here?"

"Open it." You make a motion with your hand toward the envelope.

His bitter brown eyes are angry when he stares at you.

"Rio, open it. Please." Pursing his lips, He draws the envelope closer to him and opens it. He's shutting down, distancing himself from you and what he expects to discover on the inside. He examines the bottom of the first page, where your initials are absent, and then proceeds through the stack, stopping on the final page, where just his signature is signed. When he stares back at you, he has a genuine expression of confusion.

"Explain this. Ain't you happy with the terms? Do you need more money?"

"No, I don't want money." You have to force the word from your throat. "I want you."

"Nah. Don't do this."He clenches his jaw as he stands up.

"What? Why?"

"It was too damn hard to let you go once. I can't do it again." For the first time since you arrived, emotions flash through his eyes.

"I want to be with you. It doesn't mean I forget what you did. You have to earn my trust again, but I'm ready to work this out. Together." You declare.

He approaches you and softly touches your cheeks.

"If I could take it all back…I would. I don't deserve you, the fact that you're back to me despite all the fucked up things I've done." You place a kiss on his lips while wrapping your arms around his neck. "I love you, Y/N."

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You woke up to warm syrup being poured over you, and strawberries were carefully laid over your breasts. You're fully naked.

"What are you doing?" As syrup drips over the sheets, you struggle to sit up. It was a sticky mess that would destroy his bed linens, but he didn't seem to mind, pushing you back down while his finger trailed up your ribs.

"I'm enjoying my breakfast." He lowers his mouth and bites into the strawberry that had slid from your breast, his tongue soaking up the nectar until it reaches your nipple. As you lay back down, you moan when he closes his lips around it and sucks your areola hard.

"What about me?"

He flattens his tongue on your belly and runs it down to the top of your opening, where he stops.

"My girl is hungry?" he's between your legs, holding your knees wide apart as he sucks your clit. You clutch the cushion with both hands.

"Rio" You suck in a breath and raise your head to look at him. He's holding your gaze while he moves, licking the length of you.───────── ∙ ~εïз~ ∙ ──────────

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Dear Future.

Mikey x Reader ft. Draken, Emma, Takemichy, Mitsuya, Pah-chin

Requested by @klaudia077

Word count: 1.7k

Note: Everyone in this fic is an adult. Since 12 years have passed. Plus I had to reread that chapter, Iー

Warning ⚠️ Contains heavy spoilers from the manga. Plus spelling and grammar errors.

The chime rings as you press your finger against the doorbell. You stand with Mikey hands full of groceries, you glance to your right and see Mikey standing beside you. When your eyes catch his, he gives you a small smile. You can tell he was excited.

The front door opens to reveal Emma, who was dressed casually. "Mikey!" She exclaims as he pulls the raven haired man into a hug, he smiles while returning the embrace. She pulls away from her brother and envelops you into a hug, "I'm so glad you came (Y/N)-chan...!" "Of course, it's great to see you again Emma, we brought some stuff!" You reply with a giggle slowly pulling away from her. "Come in come in!" She ushers both you and Mikey inside, before leading you to the living room.

"Yo Mikey (Y/N)."

As three of you entered the living room, you were greeted with a sight that instantly made your heart soften. There sitting on the sofa was Draken and in his arms was his beautiful daughter, Mirai. She was a small precious thing so small compared to her father's figure. Emma approaches Draken before pressing a kiss to his forehead, before cooing at her daughter. You and Mikey stand by stand enchanted by the family before you. "Wanna hold her, Mikey?" Draken's question breaks Mikey out of his trance as he blinks owlishly. "I don't know how to hold a baby, Kenchin..." Mikey replies with a bit of hesitancy in his voice.

"Go on, Uncle Mikey..." You assure Mikey with a smile encouraging him to hold his niece, as you take the plastic bags from his hands-walking to place them on the dining table. Mikey glaces at you one last time before stepping forward, you could tell he was nervous. Draken grins before gently placing the new born child into Mikey's stiff arms. "Isn't she adorable?" Draken exclaims excitedly before standing beside Mikey while Emma peers over his shoulder with a smile. "Yeah...am I holding her right?" Mikey nervously asks but was quickly assured by her parents. You could feel your heart warming and tears forming in your eyes at the sight of the four of them. How as a teenager, Mikey told you how dreamed of this day and it was finally happening. Him, Emma, Draken and their daughter together as a family. You couldn't be anymore more happy for them.

"Want to hold her too (Y/N)-chan?"

You quickly wipe away your tears as their eyes turn towards you, you nod as Emma takes her daughter from Mikey's arms before placing her within yours. You smile as you peer down at the bundle of warmth within your arms who peers up at you with curiosity. "She has your eyes, Emma-chan..." you say as you turn to look at the blonde woman, who gleams at your words. "What no, she looks more like me!" Draken intervenes as he watches his wife bleam at you with happiness.

"Nah, I definitely think she looks more like Emma. Sorry Kenchin, but you're kinda ugly."

"Mikey, why you!"

Immediately the two males start to bicker back and forth, while you and Emma coo over her daughter. Before they could start throwing the furniture around, Emma immediately glares at them and hits them both over their heads. You could watch as you sweatdrop at the scene of Emma scolding her husband and her older brother.

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It wasn't long until Mitsuya, Takemichy and Pah-chin arrived as well. In their hands holding plastic bags full of sake and beer. You and Emma with Mirai in her arms both watch from the side as the five men reunited and greeted each other. "Oi Takemichy, why didn't you bring Hina-chan?" Draken questions before ruffling his hair.

"S-She said she has an important meeting today, but she really wanted to come!"

"Well, it looks like it'll be just the two of us girls (Y/N)-chan" Emma says with a sigh. You give her an apologetic smile, as her husband and your boyfriend seemed to completely forget about you both. "Why don't we prepare dinner?" You ask her to taking your eyes off the men before turning to meet hers. "Sure! Let me just put Mirai to sleep." She smiles before leading you to the kitchen.

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While the males were gathered around a kotatsu talking amongst themselves. You and Emma were busy in the kitchen preparing ingredients for a hotpot meant for seven people. After a while Mitsuya pops up, "need some help?" "That would be great." You reply as you were busy cutting the vegetables. Mitsuya quickly observes the kitchen, before gathering the necessary utensils for a hot pot. Once you and Emma were done preparing. Mitsuya slowly brings out all of the ingredients you prepared to the kotatsu table. Everyone sat around the kotatsu, you taking a seat beside Mikey while Emma sits beside Draken.

"Let's eat!"

The table was filled with laughter and talk as all of you converse with one another. "This is delicious!" Pah-chin explains as he takes another biteful of meat with his chopsticks. "Careful, Pah don't eat too much or else you won't fit into your tux." Mitsuya warns him as Pah takes big mouthfuls from his bowl. "I don't think he's listening..." Takemichy speaks as he too observes Pah-chin.

You smile as you place a piece of sliced meat into Mikey's bowl, he immediately bleams at you while he places a mushroom into your own bowl. "I gave you meat and you give me a mushroom, that's not a fair trade." You say as you raise your eyebrow at Mikey. "Come on, Mikey eat your vegetables!" Emma scolds her brother from across the table. "I'll eat whatever I want!" Mikey instantly replies back as he eats another piece of sliced meat with a pout on his face. You cover your mouth as laughter erupts around the table. Even as an adult Mikey still has troubles eating his vegetables.

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"Cheers!" You all shout before taking a drink from your can of beer. Once dinner was finished and put away, Draken and Mikey were quick to usher everyone to drink. You smile as you and Emma take a sip from your cans while the rest of the men try to finish their can of beer in one go. Draken was first to finish his drink, slamming his can down on the table with a yell the rest follow while Takemichy ends up being last. "Another round!" Pah-chin yells out, grabbing another can of beer. The rest of the men follow as they get engrossed into their game of who can drink the most. As the men crowd around one side of the kotatsu, you and Emma ended up sitting together on the other side.

"Men..." Emma says with a roll of her eyes as she takes another sip of her beer. You giggle agreeing to her statement. Your eyes cast over the group of ex-delinquents, as they talk excitedly about the past. Your eyes linger towards Mikey who laughs at what Mitsuya says. You couldn't help but smile as you see the light in your boyfriend's eyes. You've all come a long way, many things happened but here you all were together twelve years later.

While you and Emma talk amongst yourselves, you both notice the men getting louder by the minute, especially Mikey who was practically yelling at this point. You also noticed that Pah-chin was completely passed out under the kotatsu, snores leaving his lips. There were cans of beer littering the table and floor. The room was a complete mess so to say. As Mikey excitedly tells the story of Takemichy who got poop stuck in his hair, a sound of a baby crying interrupts him.

Oh no.

Emma immediately stands up with an empty can of beer in hand. All eyes land on her as she throws it hitting Mikey on his head and a dead silence follows. Mikey winces as he rubs the spot where the can hit.

"What was that for?!"

"You woke the baby up!"

"I did not, everyone else was being loud too!"

"Hey, don't try to pin the blame on us Mikey.." Draken says with a grin on his face.

"Who thinks it's Mikey's fault? Raise your hands!" Draken yells out as Mitsuya and Emma immediately raise their hands, while Takemichy and you reluctantly raise yours. Mouthing a quick "I'm sorry" to your boyfriend as Emma leaves the room. "Hey, you guys can't do that, I'm the leader of Toman!" Mikey points accusingly at the men in the room. "Ex-leader!" Draken exclaims with a chuckle. Then Emma appears with a frying pan in her hands as she picks up another empty can of beer. Before, with all her might hurling it towards Mikey, who managed to dodge it due to his fast reflexes. Mikey immediately stands up as he dodges another can being flung at him.

"Help me (Y/N)!"

"Sorry Mikey but you're on your own." You managed to say in between your laughter as Draken and Mitsuya laughs along with you. "Oh it's gonna start again!" Mitsuya says with a grin as he watches the scene unfold in front of him. Realizing you won't help him, Mikey turns to his Draken for help.

"Don't just sit there and laugh Kenchin!" Mikey yells out as he dodges another empty can of beer being flung at him. Only for it to hit Takemichy square in the head, looks like Takemichy might be the next to pass out. "Don't run away Mikey!" Emma yells as you, Draken and Mitsuya all laugh as eventually Emma chases Mikey around the living room with her frying pan, yells echoing throughout the house. Despite all the noise, Pah-chin remains sound asleep.

Even as twelve years passed some things never change. As Mikey runs around the living room trying to dodge empty beer cans and Emma's fury. Laughter momentarily escapes his lips while Emma huffs. He could hear the rest laughing as well, especially your sweet laughter. Mikey smiles running while Emma follows close behind, raising her fry pan in the air. This moment, this life, this future he wouldn't trade it for the world.

So this is happiness.

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Leaving him in line at the grocery market to pick up something else

⇢ featuring:: OIKAWA Toru, AONE Takanobu, KENMA Kozume

⇢ genre:: domestic fluff 

⇢ warnings:: none

preview:: You know how you and your mom are waiting in line to check out at the market only for her to say “oh I forgot to grab something, stay here.” Before you know it its almost your turn and she’s not back yet. This is that, but with your Haikyuu husbands.

❥ OIKAWA Toru

You look down at your list and groaned. “argh Toru we forgot the strawberries.” He glances up from his phone, “want me to grab it?” “no it’s fine, I'll go.” Oikawa nods and returns back to his phone. A few minute passes and he starts to get more nervous awaiting for your return. He shoots you a quick text, glancing as the customer in front of him checked out. “next!” Oikawa quickly looks around for your figure. “NEXT!” the cashier yells louder. “oh I'm sorry.” He quickly puts the items on the counter. “hey, please take your time. My wife is still grabbing something. She’ll be right back.” The cashier looks at him deadpanned and continues his pace. Oikawa begins to get more nervous. You finally come running up with the strawberries and finish the checkout process smoothly. As soon as you guys get to the car, your husband starts complaining. “why’d you take so long? You have no idea what happend to me.” “stop being so dramatic.” He pouts, “it’s true. The cashier was so mean to me. He even yelled at me” He whispers. You roll your eyes and made a mental note to never leave him in line by himself anymore.

❥ AONE Takanobu

“babe, I forgot to grab the butter. I’m gonna go get it. I’ll be right back.” Your husbands nods silently before picking up the basket and moving forward a little bit. Seeing as there are still five customers in front, he pulls out his phone to do some mindless social media scrolling. A timid tap on his shoulder brings him back to reality, “it’s your turn”. Aone looks around confused, trying to register in his mind where the five customers in front went and why are you not back yet. As he was thinking, no one else dares to interrupt the huge man. The line behind him gets longer. Finally the cashier asks, “sir? are you ready to checkout.” He looks up and the cashier shrinks back (just a little). Right on cue, you come back with the stick of butter and pick up the basket. “what are you doing, its our turn!” “what took you so long?” “I got distracted by the free samples”. You won’t ever leave Aone by himself in line again.

❥  KENMA Kozume

“don’t go. It’s fine we don’t need that.” Kenma says, stopping you from leaving. “babe, don’t be silly. What’s spaghetti without tomatoes? I’ll be right back.” “that’s what you always say.” “it’s true this time.” Kenma finally lets you go, giving you the benefit of the doubt. One minute passes, then two, then five. The line in front of him dwindles until one more customer and it’s his turn. Kenma glances around nervously for you. “next in line please!” Kenma puts all the groceries and watches as the cashier checks everything out without you in sight. “um...my wife will be right back, she’s just grabbing something.” He says quietly. “what did you say?” The cashier strains his ears. A red blush rose to his face, “never mind”. You come running up at the moment, “wait wait! I have one more thing here.” Kenma breathes a sigh of relief. Walking to the car he says, “next time I'll be the one to grab the things and you can wait in line.” “but...” You try to protest. “No. never again.”

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