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breadbrobin · 4 months

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fate

clarisse la rue x reader — percy jackson and the olympians

[fem!daughter of apollo reader]

[part 2 to the trees]

summary: clarisse is being weirdly standoffish, and you’re not one to cave to that, no matter how much you like her. and no matter how things go, you still have to get your weapons from the forest.

warnings: swearing, arguing, fighting, monsters, PINING BUT THEYRE IDIOTS, everyone’s so mad at each other rn, kissing (AHHHH), canon typical violence, again probably slightly ooc clarisse but hey i love her anyway

word count: 3.2k

(uhhh so this is probably not what anyone was expecting for part two but this is how i alway a planned it, so here it is!! tag list in reblogs and also thank you for the love on the trees! i love you all so much <3 and i’d die for you just like clarisse and this dumb bitch here would die for each other)

(this is much more enemies to lovers than the first one btw so have fun)

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the day after capture the flag was always a little tense. of course it was. half the camp had just lost, and not many people at camp were good losers, especially not those who got their butts kicked.

this time, though, there was a new level of tension in the air.

ares kids didn’t often run the flag over the line themselves, and those who did were crowing about it at breakfast, then all morning too.

curiously, clarisse wasn’t. she was eating in silence, picking through her eggs like she was searching for something.

you’d never seen her like that before. no one had. but, it seemed you were the only person to notice. you always were, and you were okay with that.

your brother nudged your arm and shot you a questioning look, but you brushed him off with a smile.

why was clarisse so down? she’d won. what did she have to be upset about? was she mad at you? did you do something to piss her off in the tree? she hadn’t seemed exactly happy when she left.

stuck in your thoughts, you didn’t realise she’d met your eyes until your brother elbowed you.

“ow! what do you want?” you snapped, rubbing your rib cage tenderly.

“clarisse is staring at you,” he said with wide eyes. “dude… what did you do?”

“nothing,” you scoffed and stood up, taking your empty plate to the stack of dirty dishes, trying—and failing—to not look at clarisse as you left.

“y/n, wait up!”

you slowed down for sam as he jogged to catch up to you. there was a newfound bitterness in your mouth when you saw him. you’d never liked him, not like he’d liked you, but you’d never felt like you wanted to be away from him. not like you did in that moment then. but where would you go? to clarisse? yeah, right, she’d laugh in your face, regardless of whatever happened—or might have happened—in that tree.

“what’s up?” you asked. you couldn’t help your voice being drier than usual.

“just wanted to see how those arrows did you? were they good? i can make some more, if you want.” he looked almost eager to do so.

you smiled kindly. he really was sweet. “they were great, thanks, sam. best arrows i’ve ever used, even if i didn’t get too much of a chance to use them.” your steps faltered. “i did leave one in the forest though. i’ll have to get that later.”

your eyes locked on clarisse as she walked towards you down the path. two of her siblings were behind her, laughing, but she wasn’t. in fact, her jaw was set tight and she was glaring. at sam.

“i could come with you?” he suggested. “watch your back. keep you safe, you know?”

clarisse scoffed as she passed. “she doesn’t need you to keep her safe, tool-box.”

that was a little mean. sure, sam carried his tool-box everywhere, but you never know what might need to be fixed! despite yourself, you had to hold in a laugh. your eyes were alight with amusement as you locked gaze with clarisse.

she looked proud of herself, a jaunty grin on her lips. you couldn’t help your gaze dropping to them briefly. she smiled wider. it was infuriating. she now knew what her effect on you was, and she was using it.

“if she needed someone to protect her, she’d come to me, right, angel?” she tilted her head.

your mouth was infuriatingly dry. you nodded. “uh—“

“whatever,” sam snapped. “come on, y/n. let’s go.”

you kind of wanted to stay, but his grip on your arm didn’t leave any room for an argument. you trailed after him as he left, glancing over your shoulder just in time to see clarisse’s face darken with anger.

“angel?” sam scoffed. “who does she think she is?”

“uh…”

“whatever. gods, she’s just so—“ he turned and faced you, almost causing you to bump into his chest. you’d never seen him so intense before. “stay away from her, y/n. seriously. she’s bad news.”

“she’s nice to me,” you protested.

“she’s not nice to anyone. don’t be naive.” he turned on his heel and started to walk away, then turned back, his face softer. “come on. do you want to learn how to weld? you said you did last week.”

did you? you didn’t remember that. but you did vaguely remember a conversation with sam that you spent zoned out and staring at clarisse as she trained, so that was probably it. “oh, no… i have to… train…”

he looked disappointed, but nodded. “okay, that’s cool. maybe another day. or maybe, we can… go for a walk together? or even have lunch on the beach?”

you nodded absently. “maybe.”

“great, it’s a date!”

you frowned. “it’s a what?”

he looked happier than you’d ever seen him. he even kissed your cheek before walking off, a new spring in his step. you stood there for a moment, eyes wide, wondering what the hell just happened. then you heard a scoff from behind you.

when you turned around, clarisse was walking away.

“clarisse,” you said softly, jogging after her. “clarisse, wait!”

“go hang out with your boyfriend, l/n.” she snapped, her arms crossed as she walked. “he’s probably waiting for you so you two can make out in that sweaty little sex dungeon they call a workshop.”

your eyebrows shot up. “okay, first of all, i’m pretty sure it is actually a workshop, and second of all, he’s still not my boyfriend!”

she scoffed again but didn’t answer, stomping up the steps to the ares cabin and stopping at the top, looking down at you.

you felt small under her gaze, but you didn’t back down.

“what are you doing here?” she asked after a moment.

“you said i could come get a new dagger,”you said.

she rolled her eyes and leaned on the porch railing. “and?”

you frowned, looking up at her. “and… i’m here to get one?”

she regarded you for a few seconds in silence, then, just as she was about to speak, a new voice called out.

“clarisse, are you giving out girlfriend privileges already?” one of her brothers, marcus, you thought, stepped into the doorway of the cabin and peered around her to look at you. he looked like a stereotypical son of ares: buff, tall and mean. “that’s cute.” he continued, looking at you like you were an animal in a zoo.

“she’s not my girlfriend,” she scoffed like it was the most ridiculous thing in the world.

well, that hurt.

“yeah, we’re just—“

“we’re not even friends,” she added hurriedly, not even looking at you. “she just thinks she’s special.”

your jaw clenched. that really hurt. “i don’t think i’m special,” you snapped. “i think i want you to honour your word from yesterday or go and get my dagger out of the forest for me.”

“not my fault you forgot your dagger,” she studied her nails nonchalantly.

“but if you hadn’t thrown my dagger out of a tree and tossed my new arrow aside like it was trash then i wouldn’t have forgotten. and maybe if you hadn’t leaned in like you were about to kiss me, maybe i wouldn’t have forgotten either.” your gaze was as sharp as hers was, meeting in the middle with fire and lightning crackling between you.

she stepped forward, face to face with you. for a second, you thought she’d punch you, but you didn’t back down.

then she laughed. it wasn’t at all like her laugh in the tree the day before. this was her cold, cruel laugh that she usually saved for her victims. with a start, you realised that’s what you were: another victim of clarisse la rue. your heart broke for a split second before you pulled yourself together and straightened your back, meeting her eyes.

“kiss you?” she snickered. “get your head out of your ass, angel, you’re not all that because you can shoot a bow and climb a tree.”

you stepped closer to her, so you were right up in her face. “and you’re not all that because you scare away everyone who cares about you, just because your daddy’s a little mean. you don’t need to be a bitch about everything.”

you regretted it instantly. you’d gone too far. you knew that.

her face dropped and a hurt look flashed through her eyes, but it died as soon as it came to life.

you stepped back and turned, marching away.

“where are you going?” she called after you. “we’re not finished here!”

“you have something else to say to me, clarisse, you come find me!” you shot back, your voice hard. you didn’t start arguments often, but goddamn did you finish them.

you stomped into the forest, determined to find your dagger and arrow so you could prove to both clarisse and sam that you were capable of more than just shooting arrows from trees and running away from fights.

it was darker today. the clouds that covered camp half-blood permeated through the forest, leaving a heavy weight suspended among the trees. the air felt thicker, even, and the birdsong seemed quieter than usual. was there something around? something hanging in the air, waiting to attack you? drag your body back to camp and leave it on clarisse’s doorstep like a cat bringing in a dead bird?

or was your fear just because you were alone instead of with the rest of camp.

whatever it was, it put you on edge.

there was a clicking sound behind you, like someone was cracking a joint, but when you turned, no one was there. you weren’t foolish enough to call out.

you could feel a chill going down your spine, and that’s when you knew: the first shoe had dropped.

your eyelids fluttered and you nearly dropped to the ground, but you leaned heavily against a tree to catch yourself. typical. go out on your own, thinking you can take care of yourself and you get hit with a premonition. how’s that for fate?

you let the feeling wash over you; the pure panic of the near future and the warm grip of a hand on your wrist, like someone was pulling you along.

the future was not looking promising.

there was another clicking sound behind you as you finally managed to straighten up, much closer this time.

you turned around.

the bushes were rustling.

you suddenly realised what that clicking sound was.

mandibles.

two ants the size of german shepherds burst through the foliage. myrmeke.

there was the other shoe, dropping real hard.

“shit!” you stumbled backward, reaching for a weapon. you had no weapon. “double shit!”

you turned and ran.

the ants were fucking fast. they could have caught up to you if you weren’t so agile, turning and springing off in different directions every few steps, sending them careening into trees and rocks. that was the only thing keeping you alive.

where even were you? you didn’t recognise this area. hopefully you weren’t running directly for their anthill. that would be a real twist of fate.

then you burst into a new area, this one with a large tree—a large tree that you recognised.

“yes!” you exclaimed, dashing for the trunk. you found your dagger easily, then your discarded arrow too. you didn’t know what good they’d do against the myrmeke, considering that their shells were as hard as armour and, while force was good in some cases, you had to admit that sharpness may have helped you against them.

you couldn’t run anymore. your screaming lungs told you that. you couldn’t climb either. the ants could climb better than you and you’d be a sitting duck up there, no matter how high you went. but maybe, just maybe, you could hold them off until they got bored or someone realised you were missing.

it wasn’t easy, but you managed to deflect and dodge the myrmeke’s attacks. they were fast, but you were faster. you even managed a swipe at one of their legs as you rolled past, but all it did was leave a tiny chink in its armour.

you were beginning to lose hope.

honestly, what you wouldn’t give for a spear right now. your blunt dagger and slim arrow were about as good as a toothpick against these monsters.

just as you were backed against the tree that you’d once found a safe haven, you heard a battle cry. you could have sobbed from relief, but instead, as the spear-wielding figure landed on top of one of the ants, driving her weapon into the gap between its armoured plates, you took your opportunity to stab your arrow with as much force as you could into the other ant’s gaping mouth, slipping it precisely between its mandibles and, hopefully, into its brain.

it jerked back in pain and screeched, the sound making your ears ring, but it didn’t die. instead, it looked rightfully pissed off, and now it had an arrow sticking from its mouth.

as your saviour pulled her spear from the ants back, a warm, brown liquid sprayed on you. it smelled like ants always did after you crushed them, just a million times worse. you wondered if this was revenge for all the ants you’d murdered in your life.

“gross!” you exclaimed, wiping it off your face.

“grow up, bows, we gotta go!” clarisse. your saviour was clarisse. of course.

just as you were about to protest, two more myrmeke crept out of the forest towards you.

she gripped your wrist, right where that warmth was in your premonition, and dragged you away, making you drop your dagger in the rush.

“i dropped my—“

“save it!” she snapped, pulling you along.

the desperation in her voice kicked you into gear and you started running faster, alongside her now.

you didn’t use the same tactics as before. instead of dodging, you just ran as fast as you could and prayed that the myrmeke would be slower. clarisse seemed to know where she was going, at least.

“you’re such an idiot!” clarisse yelled as they ran.

“we’re doing this now?” you panted incredulously.

“you could have died!”

“we’ll both die if you don’t stop yelling at me!”

finally, gloriously, you breached the edge of the forest and stepped into camp. the myrmeke wouldn’t follow you there.

you dropped to you knees, panting and staring into the forest. clarisse was standing in front of you, her spear ready, just in case.

you’d stepped into a quiet part of camp up behind the amphitheatre, so there was no one around to see you, and no one around to help you. you had a feeling that if the myrmeke didn’t kill you, clarisse wouldn’t hesitate.

once it was clear that they weren’t following, she rounded on you.

you were still on your knees, your legs too tired and shaky with adrenaline to stand, but she didn’t seem to care.

“what were you thinking, going in on your own?” she snapped.

“well i wasn’t expecting to get attacked by killer ants within the camp’s borders!” you protested.

“everyone knows they’re there.”

“i forgot, okay? i’m not perfect.”

“oh, i know.” she rolled her eyes.

“gods, would you just fuck off?” you finally stood up, face to face with her. “you’re horrible sometimes, you know that? i can’t believe i’ve defended you.”

“i don’t need your defending.”

“and i don’t need your help!”

“you would have died!” she yelled, emphasising every word.

“but i didn’t!” you shouted back.

she rolled her eyes and stepped closer, anger practically radiating off her. “yeah, thanks to me. you’d be dead if i hadn’t followed you in there—“

“why did you follow me?” you asked suddenly, voice harsh.

“what?”

“why did you follow me?” you asked again, slower. “i didn’t ask you to look after me, clarisse.”

there it was again. that slightly relaxation of her shoulders when you said her name. it drove you nuts. you didn’t know if you wanted to kiss her for hours or throw her to the myrmeke.

she tensed up again and turned to leave. “whatever. i’m done here.”

“i’m not!” you gripped her shoulder and pulled her back around. to your surprise, she didn’t pull a weapon on you. “why did you follow me, clarisse? was it the same reason that you were flirting with me yesterday? and why you’re so protective of me? and why you hate sam?”

“i wasn’t flirting with you,” she grumbled. “and i hate sam for… personal reasons. and i’m not protective of you! why would you even think that?”

“that’s all bullshit and you know it,” you sneered.

“gods, you aggravate me!” she exclaimed.

“you didn’t have to come help me,” you scoffed, stepping back. “i didn’t ask for your help.”

“and i didn’t want to help you!”

“then why did you? huh? you could handle not winning a fight? you wanted to finish the argument on your terms?” your eyebrows were raised and your face was cold. “or were you gonna beat me up but the giant killer ants got to me first?”

she looked like she was about to explode with anger. “because i love you!”

the air escaped from your lungs in one sharp moment, and it looked like hers did the same thing.

“what?” you asked, your voice softer.

it was silent. she looked like she was trying to find something to say, but couldn’t. her mouth opened and closed weakly, and she shook her head, lips pressed together. you wanted to kiss her.

so you did.

she tensed up as your hands came to her waist, pulling her body and lips against yours hard. then, finally, she relaxed. she dropped her spear at your feet and raised her hands to your hair, threading her fingers through the strands. she was a softer kisser than you’d expected, but it was definitely her. it was all her. the tug on your hair, the underlying, undeniable harshness of the kiss, the spear that rested against your foot. it was perfectly clarisse. you could have kissed her until the sun went down and the ants came and carried you both to their anthill, and if you stayed kissing her like this, you wouldn’t even mind.

when, finally, you pulled away, you were both breathing heavily. all of the tension from the fight hid dissipated, leaving only a warm sparkling in the air, like a mirage around her face in the sunlight. maybe that was a sign? or a vision? whatever it was, it was heaven-sent.

she was smiling. she looked softer like this. gods, you loved it. it felt like fate, and you knew a lot about fate. fate was fickle. fate was cruel. fate brought you the arguments, the myrmeke, the terror. but fate also brought you this. this girl who was glowing in the sun like she was made of pure rays of light. the girl with a spear that she laid down at your feet and would save you barehanded if you asked. the girl who had sunk into your arms like she was made to be there.

“do you think i can get that new dagger now?” you asked cheekily, playing with the hem of her camp shirt. “i mean, i have girlfriend privileges now, right, babe?”

clarisse rolled her eyes, but she was still smiling. “shut up, devil.”

“ooh, devil. that’s new,” you teased. “i like it. it’s apt.”

“it sure is.” she looked down. “i’m… sorry, by the way.”

“me too,” you nodded. “i didn’t really mean any of that, you know?”

“‘cause you like me,” she said in a teasing voice.

“yeah, ‘cause i like you, or whatever.” you kissed her again, smiling against her lips. “and i know you like me too, because you so did nearly kiss me in that tree yesterday.”

she shrugged. “maybe. maybe not. guess we’ll never know.”

you found out at the next capture the flag game. and the next. and the next. she would go out of her way to find you, defeat you, then kiss you before running off to win the games. and honestly, you didn’t really mind.

fate was a fickle thing, but with clarisse by your side, no one could touch you. sam left you alone, people started treating you better, and you had everything you could ask for. her.

and whenever you two argued, you’d go into the woods together and kill some ants. after all, what says ‘couple’s bonding’ quite like murder?

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queenimmadolla · 1 year

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𝐖𝐀𝐘𝐍𝐄'𝐒 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐋𝐃

(dad!eddie x mom/pregnant!reader)

𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝟏 ─ 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝟐 ─ 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝟑 • more of the pennyverse here.

Summary: . . . Under a raging storm, your difficult pregnancy comes to an end. And so might you. warnings: angst, a whole lot of angst, near death experience, difficult pregnancy, early labor, preterm birth, talk of loss of infants, birth defects, happy ending.

a/n: sorry I have to post this in parts, Wayne's World ended up being over 16k, so I split it up in three. part one's word count is 5.3k. this was a real labor of love and i hope you love baby wayne as much as i do. and for the people mad about the long post, sorry, had the 'keep reading' tab on but it kept fucking with the format and eating chunks of it. you're gonna have to scroll. let me know what you think? ◡̈

“Do you have a queen of hearts?” “Go fish.” You grumbled as Wayne reached forward, lifting–but making sure not to catch a look of the other side–a card from the deck to hand you. Your frown deepened when it wasn’t a pair for any of the cards you already had. “Nuts,” you mumbled, eyes darting to all the pairs Wayne had matched up on the small living room table, then down to the four pairs you had placed over your bulging stomach. It was risky of you to keep them there so late in your pregnancy considering how active your baby was but you didn’t feel like reaching too far for them, regardless of the fact that his kicks had sent them sliding down your sides twice now.

You’d been playing card games with Wayne for the past hour and a half, the raging storm having knocked out the power for the entire park. Eddie was with your friends, no doubt trapped at the pizza place Lucas’ parents had booked to celebrate his birthday. His actual birthday had been a couple of days prior but the Hellfire session that would have celebrated it had been canceled; you weren’t feeling too good and Eddie had stayed faithfully by your side. You hadn’t been feeling all that great when you’d woken up today, either. You’d forced Eddie to go, refusing to let Lucas down again even though you knew he’d understand. He was a sweetheart. So, Eddie had reluctantly gone, taking Penny with him.

The storm had come out of nowhere, you’d woken to a lovely day but you wouldn’t know it from how dark the sky had grown; the sun having been blocked by heavy rain clouds.

Despite practically living at his girlfriend’s, just a couple of trailers down, Wayne had rushed over to make sure you were okay and to keep you company. You’d been watching an Indiana Jones movie and talking to Wayne about the apartments you and Eddie were looking at when the power went out but Wayne–always practical and level headed–pulled out some candles you’d accrued and a deck of cards he had remembered he stashed in one of the kitchen drawers to keep you amused.

You’d lost just about every game. Clearly, Wayne wasn’t going to let you win just because you were pregnant like Eddie did.

“This ain’t even one of them bettin’ games. How’re you still losin’?” Wayne chuckled, taking a sip of the tea (powdered, of course) you’d served him.

“Just my luck, I guess.” Wayne was referring to the game of Poker you’d played earlier. Unfortunately, you didn’t know how to play. While he taught you a little along the way, you’d still obviously lost and you were positive you retained absolutely no knowledge regarding the game.

Sensing your frustration, Wayne leaned forward from his place on the recliner he’d dragged to the otherside of the small table and placed his cards down, settling back into the chair with his old man creaky noises that you’d grown comfortable with him enough to tease him about (and always made up for with a sweet kiss to his head).

“What say you an’ I just talk, hm?”

That was fine with you. You gathered the cards on your baby bump, tossing them onto the table alongside his, “Eddie won’t let me name the baby after him.”

“Really?” Wayne asked, eyebrows furrowed in a brief moment of confusion. He’d expected his eccentric nephew to want to leave behind some sort of legacy, nothing better than a child.

“He’s playing devil’s advocate, shooting down every name I come up with but never giving his input, I’m starting to think we’ll have to just put names in a cup and pick one after I have him.” You slumped further into the couch, pouting through your exhaustion.

“Now that sounds like ‘im,” Wayne scoffed, raising the mug to his lips once more before he really took in your appearance.

You looked beyond exhausted, skin dull, dark circles around your eyes and you lacked the spark always attached to your personality. You didn’t just look miserable, you looked sick.

The mug was placed back on the table as he regarded you with concern, “You alright, darlin’? Don’t look so good.”

You gave him a tight lipped smile that didn’t reach your eyes, hands settling to rest on your protruding tummy, “I’m okay, really, Wayne. I’m just very tired. I’ve had high blood pressure for the last couple of months, so the doctor says I’m considered high risk.”

You had a doctor’s appointment earlier this week—with another one scheduled for tomorrow afternoon—and she’d also told you to do your best to relax, not to move around a lot and not worry too much about it, or it could get worse, so you added, “I just have to take it easy. Being tired just comes with it.”

Wayne didn’t think it was right, if you were taking it easy, you shouldn’t have been so exhausted. Tired, he could understand but you looked beyond that.

“Why don’t we get you into bed?”

You nodded, agreeing only because you wanted to let him get back to Maude. Wayne moved around the table, offering you his hands to help pull yourself up. It was pitiful, your stomach wasn’t even that big but you were significantly weaker this pregnancy compared to when you’d been pregnant with Penny.

You slipped your hands into his, groaning as he pulled you up.

“Lil’ man’s got you making old man noises, too,” He joked, referring to the grunts he’d make when he stood up with creaking bones for which you’d tease him.

You laughed, small but genuine as you placed your hands on your lower back and stretched, “Alright, alright. You’re not wrong but I’ll remember this.”

Wayne chuckled at your response, hand on your shoulder ready to guide you to your bedroom. He had no intentions of leaving the trailer, planning on camping out on the couch or the pullout that was still tucked into the corner until Eddie returned.

You’d just managed to get your back to pop in the most satisfying of ways when you felt a bit of pressure between your legs—like you really needed to pee—followed by a rush of liquid.

“Oh, fuck,” you mumbled, eyes squeezing shut to keep the mortification of having just pissed yourself in front of your father-in-law at bay, “I am so sorry, Wayne, I didn’t even know I had to… to…”

You trailed off, staring down at the wet patch of carpet surrounding your feet. There was no noticeable urine smell, but what really concerned you was the red mixed into it, staining the fibers of the carpet.

“Wayne…” Your voice was so small as you reached around you to hold your stomach, as if you could somehow protect your baby.

Wayne saw it too, eyes wide and horrified when he’d realized your water had broken.

“New plan: let’s get you to the hospital.” He tried to urge you forward but you wouldn’t budge, trembling in his hold.

“I—I can’t,” you stated, voice hitching and laced with fear as you finally turned your head to look up at him. Wayne could see the terror in your eyes, the panic and the shine to them. Everything he was feeling inside, too, he just knew he had to keep it together for your sake. “I’m barely 30 weeks, he’s too early, he has to stay in there!”

You were nearly hyperventilating, head pounding as horrible thoughts raced through your head. Your hands moved frantically over your belly, trying to feel a kick from your baby. When was the last time you felt him being active? Was he okay? Why was he being so still? Why did your water break so early and why was there blood in it? And what the hell was that loud pounding sound? It was your heartbeat.

“Hey—‘member wha’ you told me earlier? ‘Bout what the doctor said? You gotta take it easy, right?” Wayne was panicking just as much as you but he knew he had to keep you calm, had to reassure you.

You swallowed hard, tears welling in your eyes as you nodded, following up with a watery confession, “Yeah. But I’m scared.”

“Thas’ okay,” he stated, recalling a time he’d said the same thing to another scared mother-to-be just hours before Eddie had been born. “We’re gonna get you to the hospital and they’re gon’ take real good care of you. Everything’s gonna be okay.”

For once, Wayne Munson’s eyes were easy for you to read, you could see the sincerity of them, the certainty and despite the fear still coursing through you, you believed him.

Finally, you moved and Wayne sprang into action, asking you the whereabouts of your coat, if you’d had a hospital bag prepped—which thanks to Eddie’s paranoia, you did—before he’d actually carried you through the heavy rain, out to the car. You’d been surprised, hadn’t expected Wayne to be that strong since he was more so on the gangly side.

He’d ensured you were buckled in, made a last run into the house to make sure the candles were out before the two of you were braving the storm.

It was a rough drive; Wayne was speeding but it wasn’t enough, the pushback from the wind made it seem like he was going uphill, losing speed rather than gaining it. The windshield wipers on his truck were working overtime to clear the constant stream of water from his view.

You were faring no better, feeling weaker and more fatigued by the minute. Despite the cold weather, your skin became coated in a layer of sweat, though you were by no means hot. You couldn’t even register your own body temperature, too out of it as your forehead pressed against the cool glass of the window.

“We’re almost there,” Wayne promised, glancing nervously at your slumping figure. He was scared out of his mind now that he knew you weren’t just sick. Wayne Munson was afraid you were dying before his eyes.

You stirred just as he was a few turns away from the hospital, face scrunching into a frown as you whimpered. Wayne thought you may have been in pain, he was wrong. You were hit with an intense need to push and you did, once and hard.

The dull thud of something hitting the floor mats was somehow louder to the two of you than the raging storm. Wayne glanced away from the road and inhaled sharply when he watched you look down at the unnaturally pale baby, the only color on his skin was that of some of your blood.

You reached down and picked up the smaller than normal baby, cradling him to your chest as you stared at his face. It was all squished up, and his eyes were closed, lips turning blue. He wasn’t breathing.

You turned him over, belly down in your hold as you patted his back. As you grew more anxious and fearful, you pinched the bottom of his tiny, soft foot and while he didn’t cry, he finally moved in your hold, his back expanding with his breath. A sign of life.

The relief you felt was short lasting, your fatigue returning full force as Wayne pulled up the emergency entrance. Two staff members ran to the truck, approaching as their rain ponchos danced wildly in the wind.

“Sir, are either of you injured?” One of them, a woman asked before peering into the passenger window. At the sight of you, clutching the baby still connected to you via umbilical cord, the door was yanked open and she bellowed for a gurney which her partner sprinted to collect.

Wayne didn’t bother moving his truck, it was towards the end of the entrance, anyways. He hurried out and followed as they loaded you and the baby onto the gurney, running alongside as they wheeled you in.

You were trying so hard to stay conscious, trying to ignore the sweet allure of closing your eyes for a few moments of rest. The doctors and nurses around you were all barking orders to each other with a couple trying to talk to you but you couldn’t focus enough to know what they were saying.

Once Wayne saw what operating room they were carting you off to, he ran to the nearest desk, asked for use of the phone and phone book. Once he’d placed the call to the pizza place, relieved the lines were finally going through again, he’d had a staff member search for Eddie. It hadn’t been easy hurriedly explaining to him what happened, but judging by how quick Eddie had ended the call, it was only a matter of minutes before his nephew turned up.

Then Wayne ran to the area he’d seen them take you too, hurriedly dressing in a gown, a cap and mask one of the staff had shoved into his arms. They were still prepping you when they finally allowed him in and you were no longer holding the baby. He was in the arms of a nurse, still connected to you with his umbilical cord.

“Would you like to cut it?” She hurriedly asked, offering him a pair of surgical scissors. Wayne figured he was a better option than a doctor severing your connection so he did as instructed. She immediately carried him away and out of the room in a rush.

“Where’s she taking ‘im?” He asked, voice full of worry.

“Neonatal Intensive Care Unit,” He was informed by another nurse who was setting up a barrier over your lower half, “He was born preterm.”

Wayne was somewhat familiar with it; he remembers Penny had briefly been sent there when she’d been born and suspected to have jaundice. After a few hours of whatever treatment, she was returned to you and Eddie, having a not very severe case of it which had been treated effectively.

Wayne thought the whole process would be faster, he’d seen people rushed into surgeries in the movies and it had been instant but it wasn’t like that. They were still running around, setting everything up and new people kept coming into the room. It took more than ten minutes, but they were doing their best to keep you stabilized. He was holding your hand the entire time, squeezing every once in a while so you’d squeeze back and he’d know you were okay.

You weren’t very vocal, eyes half lidded as they pumped you full of drugs to try to counter your symptoms and numb you.

“‘M gonna check to see if Eddie’s here, alright?” He waited for your response, a very weak and monotonous okay before he gave your hand a final squeeze and let a nurse know he’d be checking to see if the father had arrived.

He’d made it out of the operating room doors and was hurrying down the hallway, just about to breach another pair of large doors when they swung open and he had to jump back to avoid being hit.

“LORD!” He shouted and Eddie cursed, muttering a quick apology.

“Where is she?” He panted out, chest heaving, eyes wild and frantic. Eddie’s hair was in disarray from having run his hands through it so many times as he sped to the hospital. He looked like the personification of panic, a mess.

“Through them doors,” Wayne pointed in the direction he’d come from before yanking some of the sanitation wear off a nearby rack. “Put these on ‘fore you go in there. Where’s Penny?”

Eddie was hurriedly yanking the scrubs over his clothes, “She’s in the waiting room.”

He clutched Wayne’s shoulder, wanting to thank him but desperate to get to you before he made a run for the room Wayne had directed him to while Wayne hurried to the waiting room, expecting Penny to be in the care of a nurse.

He breached the doors and stood shell shocked at the amount of people who jumped to attention, faces filled with varying degrees of worry, anguish and fear; it was all of your friends, familiar faces he’d seen in the trailer before at one point or another. Penny’s curly head was visible from the arms of a tall redhead, wearing glasses.

It seemed the entire party occupying the pizza parlor had filled the hospital waiting room, concerned about your wellbeing.

The sight nearly brought Wayne to tears.

You could make out the sound of various monitors beeping, eyes trying to focus on the ceiling above you but everything was so hazy. You no longer felt fatigued, couldn’t really feel anything. A nurse had tried to check in with you earlier, get your attention but you couldn’t even hold a conversation.

You felt a hand slip into yours again, and you squeezed it, turning your head to look at Wayne. Only, it wasn’t Wayne looking back at you. Eddie’s piercing brown gaze was easy for you to make out through the haze, and you were even able to smile.

“Eddie.” You spoke it so softly but Eddie was still relieved, lowering his mask so he could press a kiss to your head.

“Hi, baby,” he croaked out, tears pooling in the corners of his eyes as he stroked the side of your face.

“Dad’s here,” one of the doctor’s greeted him. Eddie recognized her as your primary Obstetrician, Dr. Eisenerg, the same doctor you had all your appointments with and the same who had delivered Penny. “Would you like the rundown?”

“Please.”

“Pre-eclampsia, I suspected as much during our last appointment, the next step would have been Bed Rest starting with tomorrow’s appointment, but baby couldn’t wait that long, could he, mom?”

Eddie watched as you slowly shook your head, smile on your face because you were happy he was with you.

“He was born nine weeks early, out of the hospital so unfortunately I don’t know his stats at the moment, he’s being looked over and assessed as I speak. He’s in good hands. I’ll have more information about him for you as soon as we get mom settled. We’re performing a Cesarean section to get the placenta out, she’s much too weak to push it out on her own.”

God, Eddie loved your doctor. He’d write rock ballads in her honor for knowing exactly what to say to calm his ass down. After that, Eddie focused on you, trying not to pay attention to what was going on behind the cover they’d put up.

“You sure know how to scare the hell out of me, baby,” he mumbled, eyes crinkling as he smiled under the mask, caressing your pretty face again. He’d never felt more fear in his entire life than when Wayne had spoken to him over the phone, informing him you’d had the baby early and they were taking you into surgery.

You smiled and Eddie chuckled at the doped up expression on your face. He hadn’t seen it on you in months. You had to be high as a kite.

“Sorry, Eddie.”

“It’s okay.” He pulled his mask down to press a brief kiss to your lips which you happily returned. “After you’re out of here, I’ll go check on our little dude, okay?”

You nodded, reassured by Eddie that everything would be alright. You trusted him. Trusted him to let him know something you hadn’t yet voiced.

“I’m tired, Eddie.”

You slurred it so low, Eddie hadn’t caught it. “What was that, sweetheart?”

You didn’t answer him, eyes fluttering shut as multiple monitors began to beep, one at a higher rate and one much slower than the rest.

“She’s hemorrhaging,” Dr. Eisenberg informed her staff, and Eddie paled. He’d heard that in enough hospital movies and shows to know it wasn’t good. The relief he’d momentarily felt fled from his body, quickly replaced by dread.

He watched the movement around him, people shouting medical terms he couldn’t understand. He made the mistake of peering around the cover to address your doctor, horrified at the amount of blood on her gloves and the sleeves of her gown.

Was that all yours?

“What’s happening?” He demanded, breath hitching around the last word.

She didn’t look up at him, asking one of the attendings to escort him out.

Eddie called your name, over and over again as he was pushed out of the room, fighting to keep you in his line of vision. Your face, too peaceful looking to be resting, was the last thing he saw before the doors shut in his face.

He’d made it back to the waiting room on autopilot, collapsing into the free chair next to Wayne, who was now holding Penny. When he’d first walked in, it looked like everyone wanted to bombard him with questions, the look on his face must have stopped them.

He sat in that uncomfortable hospital chair, gaze unfocused and watery as he stared at nothing, the image of you on the operating table, eyes shut and appearing lifeless replayed in his head over and over and over again, torturing him.

He had no idea how long he was in a catatonic state, only forced out of it when he registered a firm grip on his shoulder, shaking him.

Wayne had been trying to get his attention since the moment a doctor called for him near the entrance of the hallway.

Eddie snapped up, catching sight of the small woman, lightning fast and nearly tripping over himself trying to reach her, desperate for any news on your status. You were going to be okay, right? You had to be.

“Edward Munson?” She asked.

Eddie nodded, swallowing hard as he tried to find his voice, his throat was dry, felt like it was made of sandpaper when he cleared his throat, “Y-yes.”

“I’m Doctor Houseman, Cardiothoracic surgeon, your son is one of my patients.”

Right away, Eddie felt a sense of dread ooze over him, thick, heavy and suffocating like tar.

“Your son’s limbs, most of his organs and responses are developing well. Ten toes, ten fingers and he can hear fine. His sight is a little sensitive, but should improve rapidly as should his growth. We are, however, concerned about his heart.”

Eddie was sure he’d left his heart in that room with you, yet he still felt something in him plummet.

“He has what’s known as VSD: Ventricular Septal Defect. A hole in the wall of his heart. It’s one of the more common heart defects at birth, normally the hole can close up on its own, be treated with medications or, if necessary, surgery. Because of his premature birth and how weak his body still is, he may not respond well to the medication and the odds of him surviving a surgery are low.”

He felt the bitter taste of bile rise in the back of his throat.

“We’d like to keep him for an extended stay in the NICU, let the hole try to close on its own. It still may be too much for him, but it’s his best bet.”

Eddie squeezed his eyes shut at the first hot sting of tears, desperately trying to hold it together.

It appeared today would be the day Eddie Munson’s world was due to come to an end, he knew he must have looked pitiful; a red-eyed, pale, clammy, crying mess on the verge of a nervous breakdown. You were lying on some operating table, bleeding out and now his son’s heart could possibly stop on him. Eddie’s was broken. He was broken.

He sniffled, inhaling deeply before he forced his eyes back open, tears immediately cascading down his cheeks as he nodded and agreed with her plan.

Dr. Houseman regarded him with sympathetic eyes.

“Mr. Munson, I don’t believe in miracles. I used to be a general surgeon,” she started, “And then one day, my longtime boyfriend took me out for a night on the town, dancing. He had a heart attack that night, I spent the four hours in that waiting room thinking he was going to die. I’m not religious, but I prayed and I prayed he wouldn’t die. He did.

“I switched my practice, to see if I could save others from the same fate. Some I did, some were simply beyond anyone’s reach. Then one day, they brought in a little girl. Tiny thing, frail, six years old, the size of a four year old and she’d had a heart attack. I was sure she wouldn’t make it, tried like hell to save her but sometimes the circumstances just don’t work out in our favor and her body shouldn’t have been strong enough. But it was. She pulled through and she survived. I don’t believe in miracles, Mr. Munson, but she did teach me to have more faith in my patients. The same faith they have in me. Have faith in your son.”

Then she was gone, whirling out the doors she’d come from. Eddie stared at them, wondering if she was on her way to tend to his baby. It wasn’t fair, he hadn’t even gotten to live yet, wasn’t even a day old and he was fighting for his life.

Eddie felt Wayne’s firm grip on his shoulder and he turned around, briefly staring into his sorrow filled eyes before he collapsed into his arms and sobbed, shaking with each one that wrecked through his body.

Wayne held him like he did when he was younger, when Eddie had finally come out of his room and let Wayne comfort him over the bullying he’d faced and the nasty things the other children had said about him, about the family he came from.

Eddie cried and he didn’t care his friends were most likely watching him, he couldn’t hold it together anymore. Not when there was a chance he could lose his son. Not when he could lose you.

“I can’t do it on my own,” he sobbed out against Wayne’s shoulder. How was he supposed to care for Penny without you? His family wouldn’t be complete, it’d be fractured, it would be broken. And if—it made him sick to know it was only a possibility and not a certainty—he took his son home, how was he supposed to raise him without you? What would he tell them? His son would be too young to remember, but Penny would. She’d miss you so much, he’d miss you so much. “I can’t, Wayne! I need her! She can’t leave me, I need her!”

The statement triggered a worrisome thought process, what if you did leave him? When was the last time he said he loved you? You knew it, right? You had to know, he told you all the time but no matter how hard he tried to recall it, he couldn’t remember the last time he’d said he loved you and it made him sob harder.

Wayne’s arms tightened around him, eyes clenching shut at the agony his boy was feeling. He was hurting too, he’d been in this position before. He’d lost her. Wayne couldn’t let Eddie believe he’d lose you, too. Couldn’t let him think he’d ever have to raise his family alone.

“She ain’t going nowhere,” he forced out, throat thick with emotion. He was trying to believe it just as much as he hoped Eddie would. “It’s gonna be okay. She’s gonna be okay. They both are.”

Wayne held him until Eddie stopped shaking and his sobs had subsided. Even then, he hadn’t wanted to let him go, wanted to protect him. But Eddie had his own kid to protect.

He wiped at his face, taking a couple of shaky breaths. He wasn't okay, far from, but his broken heart was aching for someone he knew would manage to hold the pieces together without even trying, simply by existing.

He gave Wayne a brief, grateful smile that didn’t meet his eyes and walked over to Barb, his daughter curled up in her arms. He obviously hadn’t told Penny what was going on, as far as she knew, they had just been going to the hospital because her baby brother had been born.

Her excitement quickly turned to exhaustion while her dad had been in the delivery room with her mom and she’d stopped running around to sleep in her grandpa’s lap. She’d been knocked out while Eddie was catatonic and had evidently slept through his hysterics, having been passed back to Barb when Wayne got up to comfort Eddie.

He was relieved she hadn’t seen him like that.

It was selfish of him, but Eddie woke her up, pulling her out of Barb’s arms and into his own.

She stirred, raising her head briefly to look at Eddie with sleep heavy eyes, squinting before she nuzzled her head into the crook of his neck. Then, as if she remembered the reason for their hospital visit, she pulled away, an arm lazily resting over his shoulder.

“Daddy?” She asked through a yawn, lips stretching into a plump ‘o’ before she smacked them together.

“Hi, baby,” he whispered, pressing a kiss to her crown and nuzzling his face into her curls, the pleasant smell of her sweet strawberry scented shampoo filling his nostrils. Her scent was comforting.

“Ganpa says the stoke came.”

Stork. While Penny knew her baby brother was growing in her mommy’s belly, she also simultaneously believed a stork would be dropping him off, prompted by a number of childrens’ books and cartoons.

Eddie had tried asking her about her logic once and she’d made him feel thoroughly stupid for not understanding.

“Yeah, it did.”

Penny shook her head, something Eddie noticed she did when she was trying to wake up. You did the same thing, shaking your head whenever you were nodding off.

His heart clenched.

“I see my baby brudder now?”

For a moment, Eddie struggled to come up with a reply. He didn’t want to tell her the full truth, she was still just a baby herself. He didn’t want to lie to her, either, but he needed to protect her.

“Soon, sweet pea.”

She seemed satisfied with that answer, curling up against his chest as he moved back to sit in the chair he’d been occupying before Dr. Houseman called on him. She quickly made herself comfy in his lap, little fingers pulling at the blue material of the scrub top he still wore.

“Know what, daddy?”

Eddie hummed, stroking his hand through her soft curls, letting them wrap around his finger tips and twisting the ends. They were still short, not long or heavy enough to be weighed down so it still looked like she had the Annie hairdo. She was so adorable, it drove him crazy.

“He looks like a ‘tato.”

Eddie stilled, brows furrowing down at her in confusion.

“What?”

“He looks like a potato,” she repeated, matter of factly, “Ganpa says.”

Eddie’s eyes darted over to Wayne in the seat next to him.

“She wanted a description. You try comin’ up with somethin’.” Wayne had only gotten a brief look at the baby, he’d been almost unnaturally pale and covered in something that looked chalky and pasty. Reminded him of how potatoes look after being washed and air dried so it was the first thing that came to mind.

Eddie highly doubted a potato was tucked into an incubator in the NICU.

“I don’t think he looks like a potato, sweet pea.”

“No,” Is all she said, resting her head against his chest and effectively smashing the curls he’d been messing with there. She wasn’t agreeing with him and Eddie knew it. She meant no, you’re wrong.

He snorted, blinking harshly at how sore his swollen eyelids were.

“Alright, potato he is.”

Penny didn’t know it and maybe in the future Eddie would tell her, she was getting him through this. His anxiety and panic had not left him, but it was easier to focus on a little light when it was curled up in his lap, telling him all about her baby brother she had yet to meet, with certainty they soon would.

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[exactly where you wanted me] in which Oikawa asks you to be his fake girlfriend and isn't expecting to be swept off his feet

wc: 2.3k

warnings/content: she/her!reader, minimal angst, mostly fluff, love triangle-ish (as I had forewarned), pining

It’s a Friday morning, when Iwaizumi, accompanied by a very excited looking Oikawa, pulls you aside before homeroom starts.

Suspicious, you think. But if Iwa-chan is on board, it can’t be too bad.

After lots of flowery words and floundering from Oikawa, Iwaizumi explains that Oikawa wants you to pretend to date him to deter his fangirls from crowding practice afterschool in less than two sentences. He uses an additional sentence to say it’s stupid but probably effective.

You’ve been friends with Iwa-chan since your first years in high school and you generally think Oikawa is amusing, so you agree.

There’s not much to fake dating that’s different from real dating. You spend time together and there’s no way Oikawa’s heart stood a chance against getting this much alone time with you. He’s enjoyed being able to hang out with both you and Iwa-chan together before, but now, as your fake boyfriend, he’s allowed to indulge in all of your attention. He likes that.

So in the spirit of playing the role of a good fake boyfriend mixed with some selfish intentions, he asks - begs - you to come to cheer him on at a friendly practice match between Seijoh and Shiratorizawa, because that’s what people who are dating do. You agree.

On the day of the match, there you are, dressed in his spare turquoise blue jersey. He doesn’t realize he’s grinning like a maniac until Iwa-chan smacks him upside the head to tell him to start warming up.

He’s still having trouble focusing when he notices you making your way down to the court. Instead of going straight to him, though, he watches you make your way to the Shiratorizawa side of the court. He’s about to stop you, out of concern that straight-arrow Ushiwaka would reprimand you for interrupting warm-ups, but to his surprise (horror), Ushijima meets you in the middle and starts chatting with you.

Okay, what’s going on here? Is Ushiwaka… trying to flirt with you?

Rationally, he knows it’s unlikely. Chronically, Oikawa is an overreactor and overthinker.

So he storms up to you and wraps his arms around your waist to pull you away from the enemy captain. He hides your entire frame behind his and puffs his chest up, arms crossed defensively.

“Ushijima,” he greets with false bravado. “Do you need something with my girlfriend?”

“Oikawa,” Ushijima says in his calm voice, and nothing else.

Nothing else? Okay, he was used to carrying the conversation with this brick wall of a man anyway. “Ready to lose today?”

Ushijima’s head cocks to the side, “Who, me?”

Oikawa’s eyes twitch. “Do you see anyone else here? There’s no way I’d lose with my girlfriend cheering me on.”

Ushijima’s eyebrows raise. “Girlfriend?” he questions, looking at you.

“Yes,” Oikawa asserts. He doesn’t like the look Ushijima is giving you. Like he knows something, knows you.

“Wakatoshi,” you start.

First name basis?

Oikawa’s uncomprehending but there’s no time for explanations because Coach Washijo is calling Ushijima and Iwaizumi is calling him. You give both him and Ushijima a little wave and say nothing else as you return to the stands.

Seijoh wins with Ushiwaka sitting out for 2 of the 3 sets played. You had cheered for him as promised. After the match, his teammates give him a hard smack in the back, Iwa-chan adding a glare and warning to stay focused regardless of official or practice match next time.

As you’ve been doing every evening since you started fake dating, you wait for Oikawa outside of the gym to walk home together. However, unlike any other day, Oikawa does not wound his arm around your shoulder nor does he clasp his hands in yours. He puts a respectable 2-feet distance between the two of you. Adrenaline from the game subsiding, thoughts of you and Ushijima surface again.

“Oikawa?” you peer at him. “What’s wrong?”

“What is your relationship with Ushiwaka?” he asks, trying to sound nonchalant. “You call him by his first name.” So much for that.

“Wakatoshi is a friend I grew up with. My parents are friends with his.” You’re casual, as if there is nothing more to the story.

“And he always lets you interrupt his warm ups to talk to him?” his voice heavy with implication.

Your quick replies come to a halt. The pause is heavy and awkward, but this time, when you respond, you meet his eyes evenly. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

Oikawa shrinks at your narrowed eyes. “Nothing,” he mumbles. He doesn’t know if he wants to hear the answer anyway. “Thanks for coming today,” he says quietly. “I’ll see you on Monday then.”

You allow him to lean in and give you your usual peck that comes with any goodbye with Oikawa, today on the cheek. “Bye, Oikawa.”

On Monday, he updates Iwaizumi with all the details. Predictably, Iwa-chan slaps the back of his head.

“Oww! Why did you do that?”

“Why does who she’s friends with matter to you?” Iwaizumi starts walking away but pauses to crane his head back to level Oikawa with a stare. “That wasn’t a rhetorical question. Figure it out yourself, idiot.”

Oikawa’s left rubbing the back of his head.

Mattsun and Makki are next.

“Well, just think about it,” Makki says.

“Why does it bother you so much that Ushiwaka is involved with her?” Mattsun finishes.

“Well, she’s my-”

“Fake girlfriend.” Mattsun interrupts.

“Fake.” Makki echoes.

“Fake.” Mattsun nods.

Oikawa reminisces about the first time you called him Toru. It had been the first time the two of you had walked home together after you had started fake dating and Oikawa had thought that you would start calling him Toru all the time.

You didn’t. Even though you call Ushijima by his first name.

Contrary to Iwa-chan’s constant labeling, Oikawa isn’t an idiot. He knows that this jealousy and greed for more of you – your time, your attention, your affection – all point to one thing. He is self-diagnosing lovesickness. He has a crush on you.

Logical next steps would be for Oikawa to take full advantage of all the alone time he gets to spend with you as your fake boyfriend, sweep you off your feet, seduce you, the works. Not that he hasn’t already been doing that.

Luckily, as your fake boyfriend, a big perk is that it’s literally in Oikawa’s job description to scare potential suitors away. Not that it was hard with how popular and good-looking he is, if he does say so himself.

However, tricking your childhood friend proved more difficult than he had hoped. In fact, it seemed the two of you didn’t have to, because the next time he sees you and Ushijima, somehow your childhood friend seems to already know.

It’s later that night when Oikawa decides he wants to go on a late night convenience store run for some ice cream with you. You had responded, jokingly, “Fake boyfriends don’t ask me out on dates.”

“Who said it was a date?”

You laughed and agreed.

So he meets you at your front door, dreaming of skipping to the store, swinging hands with you, and looking forward to an ice-cream induced sugar rush. Those dreams are quickly dashed when your front door swings open with a guilty looking you.

“I’m sorry, Oikawa,” you start but before you can elaborate, your front door opens again to reveal Ushijima. You turn your head back and nod lightly in Ushijima’s direction, as if that explains the situation.

“Oikawa,” Ushijima greets, his usual stoic mask unchanging.

Oikawa turns his cheek at him and ignores the greeting. He leans in conspiratorially with a hand over his palm and whispers obnoxiously, “what’s he doing here?”

You slap his hand away and turn to Ushijima. “Wakatoshi, I don’t need a chaperone. You can just go home.”

“Your parents asked me to accompany you to the store if you wanted to go.”

“Oikawa can take me.”

“Your parents asked me,” he says simply.

You apologize to Oikawa for Ushijima’s bullheadedness, and he knows you intend to assuage him, but all he can think about is why on earth are you apologizing for Ushijima? But all he does is nod and make towards the convenience store. When you fall into step with him, he does not skip with you and swing your hands. He also doesn't think he's going to be feeling any sort of sugar rush anymore, mood soured.

Oikawa can’t help but drop a comment as the three of you are walking home. “Kind of insensitive of you to be third-wheeling a date, don’t you think?”

Ushijima’s eyes flip over to you. “I didn’t realize you needed to be on the job during the weekends too.”

Oikawa’s smile drops. On the job? He turns around to face you, watching your face carefully as you flash Ushijima a sheepish smile, eyes flickering between the two captains.

“Don’t call it a job, Wakatoshi.”

Oikawa’s stomach twists when he hears you call him by his first name again.

Ushijima ignores your comment and turns to Oikawa. “I’ll walk her home. You can go home.”

You shake your head at him. “No, Wakatoshi. Oikawa will walk me home. I’ll see you later.”

Surprisingly, Ushijima concedes and listens to you. “Bye, Wakatoshi,” you say.

The two of you watch Ushijima’s back recede further and further and don’t say anything even when he’s long gone. You start walking in the direction of your home, but Oikawa takes hold of your wrist.

“You told him?”

“Who? Told what?”

Oikawa levels you with a hard look that you’re not used to.

“No!” you deny. You’re avoiding eye contact.

“Then how does he know?” He can’t help the accusatory tone slipping into his voice. He’s scared that if he isn’t on the offensive, he’ll let the hurt slip out.

“Well, I… You know I’m a bad liar! He just… found out!”

You wait, maybe for Oikawa to laugh it off and tell you it’s okay as he normally would, but he doesn’t.

“It’ll be okay,” you explain. “Wakatoshi doesn’t go to our school and even if he does, he would never talk about other people's problems.”

There’s a lot Oikawa wants to ask. Like why you’re vouching for him, why you call him Wakatoshi, when he’s just “Oikawa.” But instead, he just nods robotically and you seem relieved that he doesn’t seem mad. When you arrive at your front door, Oikawa stuffs his hands in his pockets and waits for you to go. You don’t, but he doesn’t know what to say. Maybe he’s the only one feeling this thick tension and awkwardness in the silence. He opts for a quick goodbye but before he can walk off, you grab his arm and yank him back.

“Oikawa,” you say.

“What? You might as well have pulled my whole arm off! I need my arms, you know,” he jokes.

“Toru.” Your eyes are steady looking at him. “What’s wrong?”

Oikawa’s smile drops and he breaks eye contact first. He can only look at the floor while he thinks about what he can say.

“You don’t have to tell me if you’re uncomfortable, but I’m your friend right? We may not be really dating, but I still want to be there for you if you’re having a hard time.”

Silence.

“Is it Wakatoshi? I know you don’t like him but-”

“Do you?”

You blink. “Do I what?”

“Do you like him?”

“No!” you exclaim, taken aback. “Where did that come from?”

“You call him by his first name.”

“Well, yes. We’ve known each other since we were children, though! There’s no special meaning.”

Deep breath.

“So when you call me by my first name, is there special meaning? We’re not childhood friends.”

Your eyes widen like saucers and you’re the first to break eye contact, face to the floor.

There’s a long pause and he feels stupid for even asking, for hoping. Oikawa sighs and takes a gaping step back, away from you. “Forget I said anything.”

“What if it did,” you whisper. So quietly, Oikawa almost missed it. And he would’ve, if he isn’t in a constant state of hanging onto every word you say, every sign you give.

You meet his eyes, and repeat, “what if it does?”

Oikawa isn’t processing this information quick enough, but he can already feel his hopes welling up to fill his chest. He’s so scared that he might be misreading the situation, fitting meaning into your words. “When I say special meaning, it means special.” He says dumbly. He emphasizes the word special, in hopes that you would understand the entire slew of suppressed feelings in that one word.

“I do understand,” you say simply.

It was a feeling akin to when it was simultaneously his service point and match point. The simplicity in which you delivered your meaning left no choice but to flood his chest with hope. He doesn’t even realize that he has a massive smile plastered on until you’re mirroring his expression. He waits no longer in stepping into your space, fingers intertwining with yours. He gives you your usual parting kiss, on the forehead, and lingers a few moments longer.

“Good night, then, girlfriend.” Even if you can’t see his face because of how close he is to you, he makes sure you can feel the curve of his grin and every word whispered against your temple.

He’s feeling good, satisfied, as he turns around to make his own way home (to squeal and roll around in glee in private), when you grab his arm once again.

Shameless, he gloats, “still haven’t had enough? I’m happy to-”

In true fashion, you humble him by pressing your lips against his, effectively shutting him up and wiping the smirk off his face. When you pull away, he chases your lips, eyes still closed. You giggle, give him one more gentle peck, and skip inside, leaving him there, red as a tomato.

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Just any genshin or aot girls of your choice watching 50 shades of gray with their s/o

I had this idea and was giggling at the thought of Lisa being like “gives me idea cutie…”😭

(Genshin impact) Lisa, Eula, Jean, Lumine, Yae, Ei, Yelan, Rosaria, and Ayaka, and Shenhe watching Fifty Shades of Grey with their S/O

I feel like I would be in danger considering the characters that are on this post.

NSF-W Implications below the cut!

(Lisa) "Oh my. This is an...interesting movie choice for us tonight, S/O."

S/O had shown Lisa many of these "movies". They ranged from comedic, serious, action-packed, name a genre, S/O would have it!

Though, she didn't predict "smut" to be on their movie library.

Part of her wonders if S/O was trying to tell her something by having this movie on tonight.

(Lisa) "You know, if you wanted to try something exciting in the bedroom, you could have just told me, dear.~"

Lisa teases as her fingers brush across their shoulder, giggling.

Lisa was highly amused by the movie, but can't help but wonder how anyone could've acted those scenes out with a straight face.

Well regardless, it definitely gave her some new ideas.

(Eula) "...What on earth did you put on, S/O?!"

Eula is blushing madly as the movie goes on, eventually just shaking her head and pausing the movie straight up.

She did not mind the selection S/O usually put on during movie nights, but this was too far!

Her heart couldn't take it Eula had far more class than whatever the hell this was!

(Eula) "I refuse to watch something so indecent! S/O, put on a different film at once, lest you incur my wrath!"

This time, she actually means it.

The fact they specifically chose this movie changes Eula's view on S/O on...certain topics.

She tries her best to keep the movie's scenes out of her mind lest she succumb to becoming a flustered mess.

Jean's face is blushing madly, her jaw slightly agape, and eyes wide open.

She could not peel her eyes off the screen, being completely speechless.

Jean does not look S/O in the eyes the entire duration, just remaining dead silent.

(Jean) "..."

It's only after the movie is done that she clears her throat.

(Jean) ahem "T-That...was an odd choice for a movie, tonight S/O."

She does not say a single thing about the movie other than that.

Jean's face is completely red, hoping that S/O wasn't going to say anything about it.

Barbatos help her, the movie is on her mind for at least then next week, even while at work.

Her flustered state gets worse when she envisions-

NOPE. DON'T THINK ABOUT IT.

(Jean) frustrated sigh

(Lumine) "...I think I would've liked an action movie better."

Lumine can't help but be a little flustered while watching the movie.

Especially with S/O sitting next to her as it goes on.

But it was made worse as Paimon was just sitting there, eating the popcorn.

(Paimon) "Uh...Paimon doesn't understand what's happening here. Why is she tied up?"

(Lumine) "Paimon, go get us some more popcorn. Now."

Paimon happily agrees to get more food as she shovels the remaining bucket into her mouth, leaving them alone.

Lumine crosses her arms and frowns at S/O.

(Lumine) "If you're trying to tell me something with this, I don't find it funny."

She would be taken more serious had her blush not completely overtaken her face.

(Yae) "Oh, they turned that book you lent me into a theatre production? How risque."

Yae is highly amused by watching the scenes she read acted out.

She also notices how many differences there were between the film and novels.

(Yae) "Hm. They do not pounce on each other nearly as much as they did in the text. I do not know if I am disappointed or relieved..."

Nitpicking aside, she enjoys the experience of watching the movie and comparing the book.

(Yae) "I wonder how this would do if I were to publish this in house. Would many people read it, or would it be forgotten?"

She shrugs and looks back at S/O, a dangerous glint in her eye.

(Yae) "Nevermind that. Is there a particular reason you wanted to show me this, little one? I doubt it was solely because you wanted to see my reaction."

She laughs upon seeing S/O's face, her hand covering her mouth.

Confusion, thy name is Ei.

There were so many questions she had throughout the movie, especially when it came to the spicier scenes.

(Ei) "Ana is getting tied up, is she about to be interroga-...Oh. They are naked. What exactly is happening to her?"

She just blinks in curiosity throughout the entire movie, her attitude barely shifting.

Ei feels like she has even more questions about what humans do in their off time than ever before.

(Ei) "Is this based off a true story? I do not feel like this is entirely healthy for humans to have. Unless we are the outlier?"

She doesn't really know what to think of the movie, honestly.

(Yelan) "Well, this is as subtle as Ningguang throwing the Jade Palace at whatever's inconveniencing her that day."

Honestly? Yelan finds the movie pretty entertaining.

Beats just doing nothing with her night.

But she can't help but wonder the implications of S/O choosing this movie of all things to watch.

Especially considering her Vision's powers.

Yelan had never really thought about using her strings that way before.

(Yelan) "I hope you're not planning on asking me to try everything we saw, S/O. I have more class than that. And I certainly hope you have higher standards than her."

Rosaria has a slight smirk the entire movie duration, not really commenting on anything aloud.

Not until the movie is finished that she speaks up.

(Rosaria) "I feel like I need a bath after watching that."

She leans back into the sofa, looking at S/O with an eyebrow raised.

(Rosaria) "Not that I hated watching it, but why exactly did you wanna show me this movie? I know you got your kinks, but I didn't think you were that freaky."

Rosaria chuckles as she simply moves to find another movie.

(Rosaria) "Not judging. Just surprised is all."

Ayaka didn't really know what to expect hearing the name.

But as the film progressed, her face scrunched up and cheeks heated faster than anything in her life had done.

The moment the first spicy scene hits, she's already sweating profusely as she turns to S/O, trying to ignore the sounds.

(Ayaka) "S-S/O! Could we change the movie?...Please?!"

She would literally watch anything other than this. Even the horror movies!

Ayaka was already embarrassed in the bedroom, there was no need to have it presented to her in such...such a degenerate form!

(Ayaka) "I would thank you if we were to not watch those kinds of movies S/O. Not that I am ungrateful for us spending time together but...But why that?!"

Shenhe's face barely moves the entire movie.

Her monotone voice simply speaks up during certain scenes like:

(Shenhe) "We do not do that when you are on top of me."

Or:

(Shenhe) "Is that how you're supposed to do it? What you do to me is very different."

Shenhe doesn't even blink at any of the more spicy scenes.

Shenhe unintentionally guts the eroticism out of the entire movie, watching it as if it was some kind of guide on how romance should be done.

Regardless, it's something Shenhe doesn't approve of, at all.

(Shenhe) "That did not look enjoyable. Thank you for treating me well, S/O. May we watch another movie?"

Shenhe puts on something that she can understand far better, and was far more enjoyable.

She doesn't even really think about Fifty Shades of Grey. For her, it was a movie, and that was about the extent of it.

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·˚ ༘"Unforeseen Feelings" // SEBASTIAN SALLOW

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Pairings: sebastian sallow x f!reader

Warnings: one shot! angry love confession / mentions of alcohol.. mini angst ? mini fluff??? steamy kiss kindaaa // This a long one yall!!!

Summary: you and sebastian decided to sneak off to the astronomy tower one night, ominis insisting to getting some sleep instead. you two ended up going alone, and sebastian gains the courage to ask you the only thing that's been on his mind since he introduced you to ominis, angrily revealing 'unforeseen feelings' from you both.

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You giggle as you finally make it up the stairs, instantly rushing over to the rails of the tower, and looking out into the sky.

Sebastian follows behind you with a smirk and a shake of his head regarding your giggling.

"Ominis and his beauty sleep are missing out." You tease, tapping your fingers on the railing in front of you before spinning yourself around to face him.

"He knows precisely what he's missing out on.. He sneaks here rather frequently alone." Sebastian responds to your claim, taking in the fresh, cool air as you followed. Your elbows rested on the railing behind you as you watched him speak.

"Do you always find yourself informing people about others' business?" You respond smartly, giving him a smile with the raise of your eyebrows.

Since the day you met him all he's done was talk of other people and their doings. They weren't necessarily bad things, and you know YOU'D never say anything to anyone else, regardless of how small a thing it was. It was simply amusing.

He somehow knew everything about everyone. It was frankly a bit unnerving in the beginning.

"Mm." he hums in response whilst sitting down against the cold stone wall. "Just you." He shrugs in finish, lifting his knee up to his chest, reaching the hem of his pants and tugging down on it.

Your eyes wander around the tower, nodding calmly in response. Though the feelings that strung in your chest, and the bottom of your stomach, were far from that.

You roll your eyes at yourself for the dramatic response to his two words, sitting down with your back against the pillar, next to one of the telescope entrances.

You two were quite far from each other, not much wall between the telescope spaces to be sat up against.

"I know too much because of you." you add on, he just snickering on the side with a shake of his head.

"We've yet to find out more. Together." he states confidently, pushing your heart to flutter happily regarding his implication of doing and exploring more with you, willingly. You knew you two were friends, but still, him wanting or willing to do anything with you made you overly happy.

You were happily feeding into your delusions.

"Mmm, who's the next victim?" you broaden your eyes playfully, smiling before he responds back with an identical tone.

"Hmm. I was thinking we could sneak into Black's house and interrogate his wife," Sebastian nods with narrowed eyes, resting his elbow on his knee which is up to his chest.

You nod enthusiastically, eyebrows knitted together in honest shock with his messed up 'ideas'. Your hung-open mouth widens into a smile, scoffing uncertainly with a laugh.

"Steal some family photos.. Heirloom diaries and whatnot." he continues whilst you giggle more, looking and picking at his nails as if this was a normal conversation between you two.. Or, anyone.

A last chuckle escapes your mouth, making Sebastian shoot his eyes over to you, a faint smile peering past his lips.

Sebastian loved seeing you smile, so it became his goal every day to make you beam as much as possible with him. Which, frankly, wasn't very hard.

Sebastian was one of the few in the school with your shared humor. Others would call you lot immature and improper, but ever since you found Sebastian, it didn't matter anymore. Because you had each other to be 'immature' and 'improper' with.

You wouldn't have wished it to be any other way.

"If he even has a wife." You suggest with a raise of eyebrows, sinking your teeth in your bottom lip whilst in thought.

"We'll have to interrogate the million bottles of half-empty brandy throughout his house then." He suggests instead, sarcastically.

"What a sad, sad man." You nod in response, looking around. You hear Sebastian scoff a laugh, making you giggle in return due to his silly little 'planning'.

"Probably a real conversation we would've had in year 5." You smile at the thought, shaking your head.

"Yeah," he responds breathlessly, thinking back to that year you two did the most reckless things. Not too much has changed, but it certainly wasn't as bad as before.

Silence fills the tower as you're both in reflection of year 5, having both the worst yet finest recollections then. As Sebastian was most likely thinking of the terrible situation between him and his sister, you were stuck thinking of the day you met him.

You had enough time to heal from everything which happened before, having the best shoulders to lean on.. But with what Sebastian's been through... Who knows about him.

"It sucks Ominis couldn't be here." you blurt out, merely desperate to fill the silence.

Sebastians' head was slightly down, his eyes darting onto yours after your words. He attempts to read your face, looking away before responding.

"I suppose." Your eyebrows raise at his answer. "Suppose, hm?" You puff out your lips and narrow your eyes in thought, nodding at the response you wouldn't have expected from him.

"I don't mind being alone." he shrugs, his eyes fixated on yours. You hold eye contact for a moment before helping yourself up, and sitting next to him silently. Butterflies swarmed your stomach, attempting to brush them off.

You rotate your body away from him, resting your back on his shoulder in silence.

"Could I ask you something?" he questions unsurely, fiddling with his fingers.

You hum in response, bringing both your knees up to your chest. The cats got your tongue, your mind still swarming, and your heart still thumping rapidly due to his last words. You never seemed to be able to pull yourself together with him.

It's as though your feelings have a mind of their own, absolutely tweaking with any and every move he may make. It drove you mad sometimes, it was frankly overwhelming. But it was overwhelming with the best feelings ever.

Besides the nauseated sense in your gut regarding it.

"Anything." you add on, finally finding your voice and brushing off your thoughts.

Whenever you found the both of you alone somewhere, the air became a lot heavier, the vigorous tension weighing it down. You weren't certain if it was all constructed in your mind, but it was certainly there. For you at least.

Some certain remarks Sebastian makes have you wonder if he feels it too, but you never trust it fully, keeping yourself from looking and feeling like a clown.

"Does Ominis know?" His tone has gone low, trailing off his sentence, concerning you.

"Know what.." You respond unsurely, disoriented about where this could possibly be going. Was there something you weren't supposed to tell him?

"That you fancy him." Sebastian answers late, it paining him to hear whatever words which were to come out of your mouth next.

He always felt out of place around you two, as though he's always third-wheeling at what not.

He's attempted to talk to Ominis about it before, but he pushed it off, calling him crazy. That made him wonder.

Sebastian was fairly jealous when it came to you two, knowing Ominis has many strong factors in his personality, and that he's very desirable when it may come to women. Always has been. More than him on most ends.

Ominis could see Sebastians' feelings toward you, and he knew that. Which is why he was so worried. He wondered if you'd said anything to him about 'your feelings towards him', and he didn't tell him.

"Fancy him?" Your tone reads shocked, absolutely dumbfounded from where that's come from.

Sebastian sighs. "You heard me just fine."

He's grown tired of the both of you 'playing dumb', but little did he know he was very much making stuff up in his mind.

"And where did that come from?" You ask, turning your body around to face him instead. You sit with your legs crossed, staring at him in concern and question.

Where could he have possibly gotten that idea from? Is he a fool?

He's sure to not return your gaze, the topic being sensitive to him.. Slightly embarrassing, frankly. But he needed his answers.

Sitting in silence whilst the two of you sat & chattered of whatever, was eating him inside out. For years.

"I mean it isn't exactly a secret. Whenever it's us three about, between the two of you, I start to feel left out."

Your mouth gapes open, stunned. How could he be so blind?

"Sebastian, you can't be serious." You respond with a scoff, causing him to avert his eyes from you further.

All these years of merely wanting HIM, and he thinks I'm in love with his best friend??

"I've felt it since our 5th year, y/n."

"Then you're the only one." You respond instantly after him.

Regardless of you calling yourself crazy for it, you always felt something between the two of you. The passive flirting, constantly needing to be around each other, etc etc, for the past 2 1/2 years. But him questioning this made you think. Was it one-sided, or is he jealous?

He couldn't be.

"Seb..." You say softly, hoping to gain his attention. But he doesn't look your way. He shakes his head with a scoff, repeating your nicknaming.

"Seb." He mocks, his eyes not trailing towards yours once, matter of fact they wander everywhere but onto you. You didn't understand his sudden coldness but Sebastian was hurting himself with these made-up feelings of yours toward Ominis, forcing himself frustrated. But of course, you didn't know this now.

You go to place your hand gently on his knee, but he flinches, causing you to jerk your hand away, watching him stand up from the floor.

Your watch him silently in confusion, hurt and concerned with how he's acting.

Sebastian would sometimes get like this, randomly. You learned to just let him feel it out, then be there for him once he came to you, or else you'd get pushed away. He tends to do that to people he loves. Push them away.

As he stood up he began to pace a bit, before walking over to one of the railings, thinking to himself while looking into the grounds below us.

"Sebastian.. What's wrong?"

You notice his jaw clench at your voice, suddenly going tense. He usually did the exact opposite at the sound of you, which made you even more confused.

Your heart started beating faster, resting in your stomach as you grew ill of worry. Whenever he gets like this, it brings back memories of year 5. Terrible, terrible memories you never wish to relive again.

But it feels as though you are when he gets like this.

“Seb-?”

“I cant-“ he cuts you off, attempting to drain out your voice with his own, but he trails off.

He can’t handle you questioning him, because he knows he’s going to give in and expose his feelings to you. He’ll give in to anything as long as it’s you telling him to. And right now he knows you want answers. And frankly, he needs to give them to you. He feels swamped with all the kept emotions inside him from everybody that he has towards you.

Which is what causes him to just blurt it out. “I can’t do this anymore.”

He turns around to finally return your gaze. His lips quiver, but no tears appear. He’s more afraid than he is upset, but then again it varies.

“Can’t.. Can’t what?” You practically whisper, shaking your head as you watch his lips fail to stay content.

“Why are you always acting like this?” His face goes angry but his eyes are more hurt, glossing over. His mouth gapes open in a deep breath, his eyebrows knitted together in anger and confusion.

Your voice doesn’t work, merely mouthing the words ‘acting like-???’ in confusion, your eyes going glossy toward the swamp of sentiments in your chest.

You didn’t understand what was happening but you understood you must’ve hurt him in some way, which hurt you.

And the sudden waves of emotions made you grow overwhelmed, confused, and frankly sad. You two were having a great time on your way here, how'd it suddenly get so serious?

You would've been used to it by now, just wait for it to pass, but the vibes were heavier and different this time. You knew it had something to do with you now, your mind swarming with questions about what you could've possibly done to get him so heated like this. Was it something you said?

Sebastian swallows the lump in his throat, his jaw clenching harder. His lips didn't seem to stop quivering, only getting worse with each thought passing through his mind. Frankly, you don’t think you’ve ever felt more concerned for him in years since right now. The lip quivering and hurt eyes… It was different.

But you chose to stay quiet. Well, honestly you didn’t know what to say. Just let him talk.

"Acting like you don't know." His voice was softer but still tense. He was clearly very uncomfortable, and so were you. Your eyebrows didn't leave each other's side, knitted jointly.

Your confusion seemed to just grow bigger and bigger inside of you at every word he said and every one of his actions. 'Don't know..' 'Don't know...'

You let your eyes wander as you thought hard. Don't know what? You were clearly unsuccessful with your study, darting your eyes back onto his.

He stood there leaning against a wall, his leg over the other, watching you with his tongue poking the inside of his cheek, as if he were waiting for you to get it.

He realized you were just as confused, so he sighed in response. He closed his eyes and turned his back toward you, running his hand through his hair as he backed away from the wall, and paced again. Certainly a pacer.

"Don't know wh-" You were asking in question, but it seemed as though you began talking, he grew more frustrated. He was. Not necessarily at you, but at the situation.

He interrupted you, his next words painting the tower LOUD with silence.

"That I've loved you this whole time?!" He raises his voice in frustration, now facing you.

You're at a loss of breath, your mouth gaped open in absolute shock. Your eyebrows curve up a bit, reading his facial expressions.

Your eyes dart between every crevice in his face, trying to gather your thoughts together.

Was he serious? Of course he was. But why? Since when? How? Your heart was warming, fluttering in your chest whilst your gut was in the ground, a nest of butterflies attempting to escape it felt like. You were beyond happy, yet confused, relieved, exhausted, and ANGRY.

Angry about why it took him so long. All the restless nights could've been saved? This whole time you were left wondering.

"Are you serious?" you blurt out, frustration peering through your tone as anger gets the best of you tonight.

You stood up, walking towards him. He just watched you, his eyebrows knitted together as his lips finally stopped trembling.

As soon as you got close enough, you pushed his shoulders as hard as you could, causing him to stumble backward. His mouth immediately opened in shock, confused.

Just as he gained his balance again, you pushed his right shoulder, it now being your turn for your lips to shake.

"All," You paused between your words, pushing him between each one. "This," Your arms got weaker, pushing him with less force. He didn't even defend himself, he just stood there watching you, his hands brought up under your arms, holding your elbows gently just in case he had to stop you.

"Time?" you finished your sentence, slightly whimpering with your last, weak push. You looked at him with glossed-over eyes, a red nose, and fluttering lips. His eyebrows threaded together as he tried to read your facial expressions, confused about your feelings.

His hands rested on your elbows, still trying to scan over your eyes. This was the one time he couldn't tell exactly what you were feeling, and frankly it drove him mad.

"Wh.. What are you thinking.." He asks breathly in a confused manner.

You scoff in response, ripping your arms away from him. The glide of his hands brushing off your elbow as you did so, sent shivers all up your body. You take a deep breath to regain your strength, stepping backwards once more as you look up at him angry, but the hurt in your eyes stopping you from looking intimidating.

"What am I thinking?" You asked breathlessly, almost in shock. Definitely in shock.

"Just about all the nights I've lost sleep over this," You take another step forward, causing him to step back, thinking you were going to push him. Your voice is barely raised, but enough for him to know you were angry, for whatever reason.

"All the doubts, the swarming thoughts, the tears, the anxiety, the-" You trail off, thinking of every single day for the past 3 years you drove yourself crazy thinking and wondering about just this. The insecurities of which grew, the wondering if it was all in your head. You nearly went crazy.

"Now?!" You hit him again, but not too hard. Just enough for him to lose slight balance. He watched you with lightly broadened eyes, and a gaped open mouth. His eyebrows seemingly GLUED to each other.

His face grew more tense and angry, snapping back after he gathered his thoughts. "How do you assume I felt?!" his arms slightly lift in unbelief.

Denial then fills over your whole body, causing you to scoff. "No." you shake your head, blinking the tears away. Your nose was red and highlighted. You shake your head for a second, looking him in his eyes as you just completely turn around and walk away from him.

Leaving the situation isn’t exactly what you wanted to do, but you needed to process all the swarming sentiments in your body right now.

"No?" he asks in disbelief, confusion in his tone. "What do you denote, no?" He continues questioning you, stopping you from completely leaving the tower. You stop in your tracks, right before opening the door to the stairs.

"I love you.?" he states, though he's confused with why you're telling him 'no.' He was questioning if you were blowing him off or if you didn't believe him.

"No."

"I do-"

"No! Sebastian. no." You raise your voice a bit higher to override his words. As much as you've been longing to hear them come out of his mouth, you didn't believe it. Therefore you didn't wish to hear it anymore. He was just confusing platonic love with romantic love. Or so you convinced yourself.

"I just apprised I'm in love with you, y/n-"

You talk over his words, shutting your eyes harshly in frustration. you wished he would shut up, because the more he told you, the more it hurt you. Knowing he possibly had no idea what he was talking about hurt you to your core.

"You're NOT- how?" you interrupt yourself, turning around to face him. You pause before continuing your question, watching him.

"How do you know." You ask, standing still in silence as you await a reply. You didn't expect much of a response, because you had already convinced yourself it wasn't true. It was just a mistake on his end.

As if it seemed his eyebrows couldn't thread jointly any more than it was, it did just that. "How do I know?" He asked in a whisper, breathlessly. His voice hardly even strung out.

You bite on your bottom lip in anticipation, knowing his answer would just back up your claim to him not knowing what he was talking about. Fire in your chest grew, your anger not leaving at all. You didn't want to stick around to hear it, but a feeling inside of you thought just maybe he would feel the same. Or at least hoped for him to.

"I KNOW because it's all I've thought about since I met you, y/n"

"No. No." You say as he speaks, interrupting him again.

"No. What do you mean no? Why no?" he responds the second you voiced your first 'no.' talking over you as well.

You just shake your head in response, and just as you were about to form your lips to say another 'no' he interrupted you before you could.

"Yes. Yes, I do. Y/n.. Merlin- Yes I do." He's practically begging for you to believe him, yet still has sternness in his tone. Your mind seemed to stop working properly, and just the mere way you were standing there in this situation had you overly uncomfortable. You had no train of thought, yet all in the globe.

You had no idea what to think or feel, yet you were pondering and discerning everything imaginable all at the same time. You felt nearly sick to your stomach with the fast change of emotions and all the sentiments you were experiencing at once.

He clenches his jaw at your silence, taking in your frankly rude denial.

"I finally tell you after all these years and how you respond is denial? rejection?" He scoffs, looking away. This whole argument his accent had just grown stronger and stronger, as it usually did. When he was upset, Angry, or sad it'd heavily enhance. But since he was both at the same time, it was brutally strong.

You pierce your lips together as you take in his words. Your eyebrows aren't as tense as before, softening as they curve up the glossier your eyes get.

"The bloody hell are you talking about, 'no'??" He pauses, his face tensing and getting clearly angrier.

"Fuck, y/n?!" he complains breathlessly, looking at you with confused, curved eyebrows.

He blurts out more words, gaining more anger in himself, but you block them all out. You block his voice out of your head, not taking in a thing he's saying. You just watch him spit and scoff in frustration as your face falls straight and stern. You sheer watch carelessly, before interrupting his rambles.

Your head begins shaking at him, yourself, and frankly the whole situation. Your eyes are truly tearing up now, as your face tenses up. Who knew your lips could quiver anymore, tweaking your voice trembly.

"Fuck you." you blurt out, yet slow and softly. You stand still and careless, just watching him. Watching him as anger fills in your chest, most likely along with his.

You stare as he pauses in the middle of his words, turning his head to look at you. Confusion, Disgust, and anger paints over his face as he just glares in return.

His lips curve and mouth slightly opens to create the word ‘what’, but his lips don’t move anymore, not one sound coming out from him.

“Fuck. You, Sebastian.” you repeat yourself, pausing between each word. You wanted to be SURE he heard you and understood what you were coming off as, CLEARLY.

He blinks twice fast, his eyelashes fluttering in confusion. His breath hitches in his chest, physically feeling his stomach drop. He pierces his lips together in response, slowly walking up to you.

You didn’t move an inch as he approached, standing still and tall, heightening your chin the closer he got. He now towers over you, tilting his head down which causes you to feel his breath on your forehead.

“Oh, fuck me, huh?” He looks directly down into your eyes coldly, towering over your whole body. You don’t return your regard, staring at his chest as you nod slowly.

“Enlighten me. What did I possibly do to you.” he asks, except question wasn’t in his tone. Pure strict and demand was.

He was almost whispering with how low his voice was, and each breath he breathed on your forehead caused shivers sent down your spine.

“I hate you.” You whisper, your voice cracking. “You’re a fucking coward.”

Your voice tracks off before your able to finish your sentence, swallowing the lump in your throat. You were at the verge of crying, but you blinked back your tears. You hated the way he still proceeded to make you feel, even in an argument like such.

You were feeling many emotions, and the strongest one was anger. So that’s the one you used. You couldn’t believe it after all this time. All the times he’d have gotten so angry at you or distanced himself from you when you got close to a guy, but then never confessing drove you mad, and so confused. As confused as ever. It’s like you couldn’t do anything with anyone else but him, but he could still go and do whatever he wanted. You were exhausted.

The confusion you felt due to it kept you up so many nights, it genuinely breaking you the more it occurred. He never gave reason or anything as such. He just forbade it. Or got angry if you did. It’s not like you wanted anything to do with anyone else but him anyways.

You push Sebastian away from you with a small whimper. You begin to choke on your tears due to the attempt of dismissing any other crying noise to escape your lips in embarrassment.

Sebastian skips backward, keeping himself content on the ground. He merely glances down at you from the distance, not blinking or moving his gaze elsewhere. His eyes get sadder and lower, feeling heavily rejected. His heart is heavier than the feel of this ‘rejection’, fallen into his gut.

His eyes wander off of you, losing perception of time and reality as he dissociates into his swarming, hurtful thoughts.

“You made me feel so trapped, all these years.” You start slowly, scanning over the ground before fixating your gaze back on his face as you paused. You noticed him spaced out, snapping back into reality at the sound of your voice as his eyes follow back onto your face. His expression didn’t change, watching you hurtfully. His eyebrows curved in concern and intrigue, wondering where you could’ve been going with your statements.

“So isolated from any other boy.” You finish, still having more to say. You read his expressions before gathering your next words, seeing him try and take in what you were saying. He was frozen, stuck processing.

“I hate you for making me feel as if I was chasing someone who was so blinded by me wit-“ You took a deep breath, trying to take control of your quivering lips, and keep yourself together.

“With friendship and .. And platonic love.” You finished, sniffling away your tears and runny nose, fixing your face to be more cold and direct again.

You look up at him and hold eye contact harshly, giving him a mean stare with hurt eyes.

“You have loved me..” you start off with a low voice, steadily, piercing your lips together as your anger builds up inside you. Your eyes shut harshly, opening as you finish your sentence.

“This whole. FUCKING TIME?” Your voice progressively gets louder until your practically yelling it in his face, stepping closer to him and pushing him again with a grunt.

“FUCK you. I have been SO EXHAUSTED and WORRIED all of these FUCKING YEARS being unsure about EVERYTHING, and NOW?!” you step closer to him after he stumbled back, keeping his feet on the ground.

His face grew angrier and tenser as you continued your sentence.

“I frankly don’t get how you DIDN’T NOTICE?” Sebastian finally responds in the same tone as you, his voice loud but not as loud as yours was, for his hurt and pain where nearly overcoming his anger momentarily.

“How the bloody FUCK was I supposed to notice when you would talk to every other girl the same way you do I?”

“What are you rambling on about?? You are so much closer to me than any other girl?”

“We trauma bonded, I thought we’d just naturally become close from everything we’ve been through together??” You create excuses for yourself, truthfully still in denial. But a bit of it left here and there, more and more as the two of you blabbed on.

“Frankly! But you could have simply payed attention to context clues. I never treated you like any other girl. You were my onl-“

“Fuck, Sebastian.” you whisper to yourself, interrupting him. You look away with a scoff, as he grows additionally angry.

“You could’ve just fucking told me yourself as well!! You’re mad at me for not saying anything but i’ve been dreading this since our 5th year?!” He complains completely frustrated and shocked, in disbelief.

You mere shake your head and ignore his words. Your mind keeps thinking about all the restless nights because of this exactly. And as much as you’d be extremely happy to hear his words, you’re angry. You’re angry and frustrated. Assumably making yourself feel this way, but you weren’t thinking of such right now.

“All these FUCKING MEN to try and get over you is FUCKING INSANE. i grew so exhausted wondering if you felt the same way or not!!!-“ You complained more, pure adrenaline based off of your anger yet extreme happiness. You didn’t understand the mix of emotions but you did understand your anger and frustration.

“I feel the same GOD DAMN WAY why are you yelling at me like it’s all just on me-“ he complains right after you, but you talk over him.

“-All these fucking jealous wars and sleepless god damn nights…-“ You were practically rambling on to yourself, letting it all out since you’ve never been able to say it out loud before.

“you isolated me from any and all relationships with any other girl because you were just always on my bloody mind and I was always wondering if you liked me or we were just friends or wh-“

You guys then go on like this, continuously bickering back and forth, mostly talking over each other. You were both extremely angry and frustrated at eachother, or so the situation. Clearly.

Yet happy. So fucking happy.

Whilst you just started screaming and yelling at each other, you stepped closer and closer, getting in each other's faces. His breath made contact with your forehead again, but you kept yourself together. The irritation and mixed emotions held you strong.

You look up at him to hold eye contact while arguing over each other, to let him KNOW you’re pissed. Both of your faces paint tense and angry, anyone who would’ve spotted you two arguing would assume things were to get violent.

But finally, Sebastian shut up. By shutting you up.

He aggressively grabbed the back of your neck and smashed his lips harshly against yours. You immediately kissed him back, all your thoughts draining from your head at the simple feel of his lips.

Yours brushed like velvety silk, smoothing over each other perfectly. His hands made their way to both sides of your head, dragging you into his kiss harder. Your hands traveled up to feel over his chest, just as you opened your mouth to deepen the kiss.

He didn’t think twice as his tongue already made its way in, both of your mouths perfectly jointed together like a fitted puzzle piece. You were both nearly out of breath but refused to break apart until it literally depended on your life, breaking free of the anger by taking it out on each other. Passionately. Romantically.

Perfectly.

You two broke apart gently, your foreheads resting against each other as you breathed the same breath, all the air from your lungs nearly 100% vanishing due to the hold of the kiss, and all the before disputing.

All the anger disappeared from inside you both completely, your hearts fluttering with joy, and pounding like never before.

You broke the contact from your foreheads to look at his face fully, brushing your hand over his cheek, holding it in your hand. You go on your tippy toes to place a kiss on his nose, but he interrupts it by kissing your lips again instead. His hands brush down your lower back, pulling you in closer to him.

Your lips mash into each others' hard, the feeling of him smiling against your lips yields you to as well. You break away from the kiss, his lips desperately following yours again like a lost puppy, but you back your face away from his.

"I'm in love you." You breathe against his mouth, your eyes traveling up into his as he breaks his look away from your lips onto your gaze.

"No." he responds breathlessly, teasing and mocking you. You giggle softly, knotting your fingers into his hair as he pulls you into a hug, snickering in return.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: *✧��ﾟ:✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:

✧.*Authors Note: hi! I'm honestly not too sure how I feel about this one but I spent too much damn time on ts so it's getting published.

I loved the idea of an angry love confession from Sebastian and y/n, but I feel as though I might've rushed it a bit and didn't portray Sebastians' personality as well as I could've... But frankly, I'm just desperate to post this one shot so I'm happy as hell writing this authors note right now lmfao. Enjoy feeding into your delusions with me!!

And again, kind feedback/advice is very very welcome!!

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petite-phthora · 8 months

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Nova... after a supernova

[DP x DC fic]

[Love at first... murder? - part 7]

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Part 1

Ao3

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In-chat nicknames:

OGnerd = Jason

BatDad = Bruce

Discowing = Dick

BloodSon = Damian

TheHotOne = Steph

TheCuteOne = Cass

Omnipotent = Babs

Flashlight = Duke

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Clockwork watches as the scenes unfold from the screen in front of him, a fond smile on his face.

He chuckles at the awkward farewell young Danny leaves one of Gotham’s Knights with.

However, as his gaze turns to one of the other screens, his expression switches from amused fondness to one of contemplation.

As he watches the recently deceased manic clown cackle his head off at the revelation of his newly ghostly existence, Clockwork can do no more than let out a weary sigh.

As much as he would like to interfere so young Danny would not have to deal with this endeavor, alas, he is not allowed.

Regardless, he muses, Danny will be able to handle it quite well on his own. Clockwork has complete confidence in him, as he gazes at the many timelines that may yet come to pass.

It will all work out in the end...

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After taking some deep breaths to calm himself somewhat, Jason puts his glove back on before getting back on his motorcycle and leaving the apartment building behind.

He should probably use the rest of the night to sleep, as it’s already quite late.

However, not too long after he leaves he starts feeling eyes on him. He's being watched, and he has a pretty good guess of just who it could be...

And that guess is confirmed when he sees the shadows moving across the rooftops.

Of course, they followed the tracker to find out what he's up to even after he told them not to follow

He lets out an irritated sigh as he revs the engine and makes his motorcycle pick up more speed. At this point he’s most likely going way over the speed limit but, it’s Gotham, so no one’s gonna care.

At least they only just found him and started following him, rather than when he was still with Danny. Small mercies…

Though, he notes with mild curiosity, interestingly enough Replacement doesn’t seem to be with them.

Jason decides not to jinx his luck by questioning it, for now. Tim’s probably just overworking himself on a case again while doped up on so much of his awful Red Bull, Monster, and coffee mixture monstrosity that he should’ve had a caffeine overdose by now 3 times over.

Either way, Jason’s so not in the mood for their questions

Jason wants to keep his family as far away from Danny as possible, for as long as he can. And not just because of their not date, but he wants to help Danny keep people off his back about the murder of the Joker.

While, as he has mentioned to Danny before, most people will probably celebrate his death more than anything, he wants to spare Danny from B’s disappointment and his 5 hour long morals speech at the very least.

At that point, Jason decides to try to throw his stalkers off by making some unexpected, sharp turns and using a lot of alleys. He avoids the cameras and makes a point to also disable the cam and tracker the Bats ‘sneakily’ left in his helmet, again.

…

After spelling out ‘Fuck off’ with the tracker’s path on the map.

Luckily for him, Jason has just made it to Crime Alley, which is his turf. He knows his way around better than the furry brigade that's still following him does and he’ll gladly use this to his advantage.

With a small grumble that's muffled due to his helmet, he decides to try another more blunt method to try and dissuade them from following him.

Or, at the very least, distract them so that he has an easier time getting away.

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0 days without the Joker breaking out of Arkham

OGnerd: Stop stalking me.

BatDad: Don’t text and drive.

OGnerd: It's speech to text. Dumbass.

Discowing: Jason!! 😃 What’s up, Little Wing? 🐦 Sooo, why didn’t you patrol tonight?? 👀

OGnerd: That's none of your business dick wad. Fuck off.

OGnerd: What part of don’t follow me did you not understand.

Discowing: I just wanted to catch up with my little brother!! 😁 Is that too much to ask? 🥺

BloodSon: Todd. Who are you courting?

Discowing: Dami!! 😠 I wanted to ease him into it before bombarding him with questions 😩

TheHotOne: no damian id rite

TheHotOne: we ned a more direct aproch >:)

TheHotOne: so jayyyyyyy, whos ur mystery boo ;)

TheHotOne: dont worry u can tell m privtely ^-^

TheHotOne: i wnt tell, scuts honor o7

TheCuteOne: scuts

Omnipotent: scuts

Discowing: Scuts

Flashlight: scuts

Flashlight: Wait, you were a scout??

TheHotOne: no <3

OGnerd: I was just following up on a lead on a case I’ve been working on.

OGnerd: Besides, shouldn’t you all be focusing on finding that clown freak instead of stalking me after I explicitly said not to.

Omnipotent: Do you buy flowers for all of your ‘leads’ or are those just for the cute ones? 🤨

Discowing: Oh!!!! 😲 He got them flowers?? 🌼 That’s so cute! 🥰 I didn’t take you for such a romantic, Jay 😉

BloodSon: Considering Todd’s reading material it should not have come as much of a surprise, Richard.

BatDad: Red Hood, what do you know about the disappearance of the Joker?

BatDad: Is the person you were meeting with involved?

OGnerd: Nothing and no. Now leave me alone.

OGnerd: Middle finger emoji.

~ OGnerd changed the name of BatDad to WhyDoesClarkCallYouBabyGirl ~

~ OGnerd locked the name of WhyDoesClarkCallYouBabyGirl ~

WhyDoesClarkCallYouBabyGirl: Red Hood, this is extremely immature.

WhyDoesClarkCallYouBabyGirl: Change my name back and come to the cave for a meeting, now.

WhyDoesClarkCallYouBabyGirl: That was a misunderstanding and you know it.

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Jason turns his phone back off and mutes the chat once again. He managed to throw them off of his trail a bit ago and just now reached his apartment.

They know where he lives, yes, but it seems that they had finally noticed how not in the mood he was and decided to make the smart decision to give up and leave him the hell alone. For now at least…

Jason wouldn’t be surprised if they showed up at his apartment tomorrow anyway. But the metal baseball bat by the door and the gun in his holster should help.

After getting inside he changes out of his clothes and takes his time taking a shower. After getting out, drying off, and putting on something comfortable he practically collapses onto the couch.

His eyes fall onto the faded number sequence still scribbled on his hand. With a small smile on his face, while thinking of the person who wrote it, he takes his phone back out again and makes a new contact.

While he’d love to call it some sappy shit like ‘Danny <3’, he knows his family and it has enough hackers in it that he’d rather make the contact name a bit less obviously stand out.

It takes a while, but after thinking back on Danny’s space rambles earlier that evening in the observatory, Jason settles on a contact name.

He names it Nova, after a supernova.

He doesn’t know how right he is.

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Taglist:

@i-always-say-yea @uraniumwizard @why-must-i-be-like-this @griffinthing

#dp x dc #dp x dc fic #dpxdc #dcxdp #dc x dp #dp x dc crossover #dead on main #dead on main ship #sorry for the awfully long wait #got busy with college #and then i got a bit of a writer's block #but!!! this is not abandoned!!#uploading will just take me a bit long #to make up for the last long wait #im posting like 5-6 chapters in a row #also by now oracle has hacked the cams from before equipment around jason had gone crazy #and so she saw footage of him getting the flowers #steph is the one who gave herself and cass matching nicknames :)

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pillow-anime-talk · 8 months

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Hi. For your event, can i request 42 with Poseidon? Also, he/him pronouns, please.

# tags: scenario; kinda friends with benefits; romance, i guess; smut; yandere!poseidon; human!reader; nsfw

warnings: mention of sex and sexual activities, size kink, blowjob, deep throat, choking, crying, slut names

includes: male reader ft. poseidon {ror}

author’s note: hi and thank you, anonnie!

42. “… You wanna fuck me so bad it makes you look stupid.”

Each of the gods had their favorite people; Zeus adored those who were hardworking and worshiped him, Hercules loved every human being regardless of their character or manner, Apollo liked poets, especially those who wrote about him, Medusa only loved women who had experienced a lot of bad in their lives, and the only people Hades liked were the dead ones. Poseidon also had his one favorite human

It was a simple man with no worries and with adoration to the sea; maybe you liked swimming or surfing, maybe you just liked the view of the sea and its atmosphere in the evening, or maybe you just loved watching programs related to the deep. Nevertheless, you were curious about the water and what secrets it holds.

And meeting Poseidon was only a matter of time for you. It’s just that one day the King of all Oceans appeared on the beach where you were and without a word of objection took you to his underwater kingdom; that same day you became his personal toy and pet, who received from him both small gifts in the form of pearls, but also spanking and long hours spent in bed, which gave him a lot of pleasure (and you too).

Most of the time you were on land: working, studying, and hanging out with your family, but when Poseidon was bored, wanted some body pleasure, or just wanted to hold you on his lap while observing his realm, he would send sea creatures for you or he personally took you to his place.

After all, water is everywhere, and since water is everywhere, so is Poseidon too.

{ ･ﾟ✧ }

That day you spent time next to the fair-haired god, who calmly sat on his huge throne, listening to the requests of sea fish and other creatures. He reluctantly granted their wishes, immediately ordering them to leave the palace. His eyebrows were tight and his eyes cold; he looked serious, dignified, but also really attractive, much better than any man you’ve ever met on the ground.

Spending time with the God od Water made you know him much better – you knew what he wanted, what annoyed him, what he liked and cherish. And at that moment he just wanted sex. Thats all. It was both a human and a divine need.

“… You wanna fuck me so bad it makes you look stupid.” You said slightly amused, not yet realizing how your behavior might be perceived.

“Stupid?” His indescribable gaze rested on your eyes, then your shoulders, waist and thighs. Your human clothes were fun and incongruous with the decor of the great throne room. “On your knees.” He said in a loud voice, moving his hand and then close the huge iron door to the room. With a slight smile, though also uncertainty on your heart, you approached the god, sitting right in front of him. “You better make me feel good, because this could be our last meeting.” He added in a more weary tone and you nodded. You would never say ‘No’ to him.

With a slow movement of your fingers, you took off the lower part of Poseidon’s clothes; his cock was so huge and glittered more than the mentioned above pearls. You licked your upper lip with relish and after a short while taking his dick in your mouth. Due to the length, you helped yourself with a hand that took the lower part of the cock and tightened it a bit.

While sex itself was a nice thing for Poseidon, watching your almost animalistic behavior while giving him pleasure seemed to be even more fun for him. Your mobilization, your desire to please him, fear of killing your person and your devotion to him was a satisfying sight.

“Suck it faster and harder, cumslut.” He grunted, resting his cheek on his clenched hand.

The sound of choking echoed through the light-colored walls, and the first tears appeared in your eyes. The head of the dick was banging against the back of your throat, almost tearing it apart, and the other hand was taking care of the balls. You sucked his cock hard and passionately, massaging the skin on his muscular thighs and both testicles at the same time. You could even feel your underwear soaking with your own juices, hungry for touch and some pain.

“How pathetic. Crying in front of another man like a typical whore. Even goddesses of lust aren’t as horny as you.” He chuckled throatily, watching your reaction to his comment. Your cheeks flushed red and your heart sped up. You didn’t say anything but sucked on his cock more and more. “Try harder and maybe one day I’ll ask my little brother to make you a cock-sucking hero.”

#—🎉#quote prompts #prompts challenge #4k followers #4k special #prompt 42 #record of ragnarok #record of ragnarok scenarios #record of ragnarok imagines #record of ragnarok x reader #shuumatsu no valkyrie #shuumatsu no valkyrie scenarios #shuumatsu no valkyrie imagines #shuumatsu no valkyrie x reader #poseidon #poseidon scenarios #poseidon imagines #poseidon x reader

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shentheauthor · 10 months

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Pretty please, headcanons on how each of the Harbingers would react to overhearing their subordinates gush over attractive they think they are? And when they next see them, the subordinates act like they didn't say shit?

Holy shit I finally got around to this one, I’m so sorry it took so long (I hope it’s ok)

How the harbingers react to their subordinates thinking they’re attractive

Pierro:

Ok first of all, he’s confused

And a little tired of it

He doesn’t know what a “dilf” is, and he doesn’t want to find out

(Someone save him)

When the subordinates pretend nothing happened, he just sighs

He doesn’t have time to deal with this

Is he a little flattered? Yeah, but mostly he’s done w this shit lmao

Capitano:

Another confused guy

Look he knows most ppl would find him attractive

But he would rather everyone focus on anything else

He just leaves it be

He does find it a little funny that his soldiers think he doesn’t know

Y’all ain’t subtle

One day he’ll reference one of the things the soldiers said about him

And they will all lose their MINDS

They can never prove it happened, and nobody will ever believe them

Dottore:

Bestie he KNOWS

He knows he’s attractive ok

And he thinks it’s hilarious

He will listen in on the conversations, and then mention it later

If the lab assistants try to pretend it never happened

He will be like

“Oh then the security cameras won’t show anything”

Shuts y’all right up

He is such a little shit lmao

Columbina:

She also knows she’s hot and pretty

She literally won’t say anything

But the soldiers will be able to tell she knows they’re talking about her

They will never be completely sure

She likes watching them squirm

Call it sadism I suppose

Or just being a little shit

Regardless, you won’t be able to fool her

She KNOWS

Arlecchino:

Oh no guys

Please be careful around her KGJGKG

She doesn’t take kindly to people being “insubordinate”

And this qualifies as that

Gossiping about her instead of doing your job?

Hell no

Pretending you weren’t talking about her is actually the best course of action here

She’ll let you off with a warning

She is a little bit amused, but for the most part

Tread carefully

Pulcinella:

Another confused boye

He knows he’s not super attractive by conventional human standards

(Coward standards /lh)

He doesn’t mind it, he isn’t insecure at all

But he will laugh bc it’s just kinda silly /pos

He’s flattered in the end

Clearly it’s not affecting your job since everyone pretends it never happened

So it’s fine

Don’t try anything tho, he’ll bring out that cane and SMACC

Scaramouche:

RUN

He isn’t above hitting his soldiers

You won’t even get the chance to pretend it didn’t happen, I’m sorry

He’ll punish the soldiers right away as soon as he hears it

He’ll also be smug about it for weeks tho

Brags ab it to the others, who hate him even more bc of it

He finds humans so amusing

They’ll be attracted to the MEANEST person in the world

But hey his ego is stroked

Sandrone:

Mmh please run, for your greater good

She will turn you into dolls

I’m sorry

Whether she’s angry or she likes it

You will die

But ig if you’re lucky you might become her favorite…?

Idk if that’s enough to save you

But it won’t hurt as bad

You will not get a chance to pretend it never happened

I’m so sorry

Signora:

Eye roll™️™️

She doesn’t really care

She does find it funny that y’all try to pretend nothing happened though lmao

You don’t even know she heard, and you’re still trying to hide it

She doesn’t mind it as much as some of the others, thankfully

She’ll just leave you be

Pantalone:

He thinks it’s hilarious

His ego has been successfully inflated

He loves hearing his praises being sung

Can and will listen in on the soldiers gossiping more

It takes a lot of strength for him not to laugh when everyone pretends nothing happened

He won’t let on that he knows

Just let’s y’all do your thing <3

Tartaglia:

This man thinks he is the number one princess of the world

And he is correct

He knows how attractive he is

He embraces it

Another bragger

The other harbingers are SO annoyed

He’s worse than Scara

If y’all pretend nothing happened

He will just go

“Don’t be shy, I believe you were talking about my glowing hair?”

He is INSUFFERABLE

A can of worms has been opened

#Shen’s headcanons #genshin impact #harbinger headcanons #fatui harbingers #Pierro #capitano #Dottore #columbina #arlecchino #pulcinella #Scaramouche #Sandrone #Signora #Pantalone #Tartaglia

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moonshineplaydate · 3 months

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Well, as (sorta promised), here are some of my other Hazbin Hotel Age Regression headcanons! I say sort of as I most likely won’t include Sir Pentious, and I’ll just bunch him in with the other miscellaneous characters that I like! Sorry about that but regardless, let’s go on with the show!

Hazbin Hotel Age Regression Headcanons, Part 2.

Alastor, The Radio Demon

•No one really knows what his deal is, I mean, the dude’s from the 30’s, he’s like prehistoric. No one expected him to know what age regression was, let alone indulge it.

•That was until he was seen casually taking care of a regressed Niffty, playing with her in the living room of the hotel.

‘Why, of course I know what regression, how else would I be taking care of this little darling Niffty here?’

•He just left at that, he didn’t explain much, people just accepted it as a fact of life.

•From what people have seen, he’s entirely a caregiver, mostly for Niffty but sometimes watches over Charlie if he’s feeling up for it.

•He likes talking to littles, but not in the same way Charlie does, he mainly acts like he’s gossiping with her.

‘Abababababa!’

‘(Gasp), I cannot believe she said that, she really shouldn’t be talking, I wish I had her confidence.’

•Alastor doesn’t like being touched, and that stays true with littles. He has no problem grabbing them or holding them, but touching him is where the line is drawn.

•The most he’ll do is let them hold his hand if they’re scared.

•Has to be reminded not to accidentally spook the little with any of his…everything.

•Has no idea what to do if a little starts crying and just dumps them onto Husk. Or, he’ll use his microphone to play some soothing music for them, which sometimes works.

•Also, he makes the best food for his littles, I’ve always believed Alastor is an amazing cook and he can make practically anything a little wants!

•He calls littles, ‘Tiny Demons, Deerlings, Little Shadow, Princess (Charlie specific).

•Won’t really admit it but he likes taking care of littles. Even if it’s his ‘duty’ as manager of the hotel, he has a genuine liking to them.

•He’s not the safest with littles, he keeps them sheltered from most of Hell, because it’s Hell and that place sucks, but would honestly just watch if they climbed up some place high or played with a knife.

•Alastor keeps makes his shadows watch them at all times though, in case they seem like they’ll really hurt themself.

•He’ll also kill and or eat anyone who so much as makes one of his littles cry, not in front of them of course.

•No one knows if Alastor regresses or not, people are too scared to ask him, so they go to Husker but even he doesn’t know. Alastor is an enigma, after all.

Husker

•Husker is a caregiver! He never felt a need to be little, and really really took a long time to understand it.

•It took a while to wrap his head around the fact that people actually felt like a child when they were little, and weren’t just acting.

•He sort of understood it with Niffty, but really understood it with Angel. He always thought Angel was fake but could recognise that the way he acted when he was small but anything but.

•It was kinda like a moment where everything clicked for him.

•He wasn’t really interested in being a caregiver or looking after kids, by all accounts, he hates them.

•Still, Husk acts as a de facto babysitter of the hotel, especially if the littles just need some time to chill. Other people can be a liiittle hyper.

•So, Husker was stuck with a bunch of kids a lot of the time, he wasn’t exactly a fan but he didn’t hate it either.

•Once he learned how to take care of them mostly, keeping their little gear on hand (he has a bunch of bottles, juice and milk in the bar for them), giving them attention, he got the hang of it.

•He really cannot deal with tantrums though, and has to find someone else to before he ends up snapping at them which he wouldn’t want.

•He has the kind of vibe of a babysitter that’s just honest with the kids he babysits, and finds it amusing to lie to them about little things.

‘Hu-Husk, why are you a c-cat?’

‘It’s cause I ate a bunch of fur when I was alive.’

•It’s comedy gold to him.

•He never acts mean to littles, just a little blunt at times.

•Isn’t the best at handling crying but still tries, he doesn’t really do bottle feeding but he’ll do his best to calm a little down!

Niffty

•I imagine Niffty as a total regressor, I don’t think she’d be one for taking care of others!

•Her age range can be anywhere from 2-5!

•Her regression is mostly voluntary though sometimes she slips without even realising.

•She’s very hyper when she’s little, usually talking very fast and bouncing around the place!

•She loves piggy back rides, it makes her feel tall! Her favourite thing to do is get a piggy back ride off Husk and have him fly her around!

•She calls Husker ‘kitty’ when he’s regressed; Alastor’s her dada and Charlie’s her mama!

•Niffty finds Alastor more fun and prefers hanging out with him, but Charlie can be more comforting at times!

•Being taken care of by the two of them is like a dream for her, or when she gets to have play dates with a little Charlie.

•With Husker though, she finds him a bit boring but loves being able to blabber at him for hours and hours.

•She can talk fairly well when she’s a slightly bigger age but when she’s really tiny, it’s mostly babbles.

•Niffty doesn’t have that much little gear, she has this horrifying stitched together plushie that no one can really tell what it’s supposed to be, along with a red and black paci that Alastor got for her! She also has a pair of white PJ’s with light purple tints to them!

•She doesn’t really care for touch when she’s little, but she loves receiving gifts, usually sweets though; she goes absolutely insane for anything with sugar!

•Husker had to put a lock on one of cabinets as Niffty got in one time and ate half a bag of sugar.

•The one thing she hates about and gets fussy over is nap time, she always tries to weasel her way out of it and claim she’s not tired even if she’s actively fighting to stay awake.

•This usually goes on until Charlie says she’ll read her a story, or Alastor plays her some music that helps her fall asleep. After just a couple seconds of her head being on the pillow, she’ll be out like a light!

•Niffty does like nick names when regressed but she honestly couldn’t care what she’s called, even if it’s insulting she’ll think it’s a compliment!

•Still though, her caregivers stick to a couple! Alastor calls her ‘Little Darling’, Charlie calls her, ‘Sweetie’, and Husk calls her ‘Brat’.

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Whew, and that’s the main six done! It took a bit out of me, but I’m glad I got all this out of my system, it was fun to write! This doesn’t mean I’m done with Hazbin though, I still have other characters and I obviously want to write a fic at some point! Also I’m fine if you want to send in character requests for any headcanons, just keep in mind I may be busy! Thanks for reading starlights, I’ll hopefully be back soon with more cool stuff!

#age regression #sfw agere #agere #sfw age regression #hazbin hotel age regression #hazbin hotel agere #caregiver alastor #alastor agere #caregiver husker #little niffty

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jamneuromain · 9 months

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Highway to Hell - Shared

Series Masterlist

Series summary: A failed mission brought you once again back on earth, a punishment that’s more pleasurable than you'd normally expect punishments to be. Your punishment? Corrupting people’s thoughts. It’s easy, in a very simple way: sexual pleasure. Turns out no man can resist such a beauty like you.

And who were you? Oh, just the devil's child.

A/N: This is a drabble of what would the four men do when they find out you have been dancing among them. Spoiler alert: they decide to share. Applause to the amazing @rogerswifesblog / @rogerswifesblog-updates who help me write this series and provide many excellent ideas to put in the fic <333

Pairings: Cop Lloyd Hansen x Reader, Priest Steve Rogers x Reader, Bartender Ari Levinson x Reader, Uncle Curtis Everett x Reader

Warnings: Smut, Gangbang, Dub con, Double Penetration, P in V, Anal, Oral (Male Receiving), Handjob, Unprotected Sex, Age Gap (implied), Power Imbalance, Spanking, Threesome (implied), Overstimulation, Creampie (implied), Cum Play, Dummification (just a little), slightly dark(?

On second thought, you shouldn’t have trusted Steve, who told you he needed to speak to you in somewhere private.

And you trusted him. Following him to where he said it would be “peace and quiet”.

Or else, you wouldn’t be cornered by four fuming men in a hotel room, all knowing that you have slept with them separately, while thinking they must have been your only one.

Who would doubt an innocent girl that did nothing than to accept their “generous” offer?

Lloyd, obviously.

“Smart move, sunshine.” The man with a moustache twitches his lips, far from amused, “Telling us that you are shy and rather we won’t tell anybody? Intimate moves forbidden in public? Too bad your little plan didn’t work out.”

“I didn’t plan anything.” You lie to their faces. While in fact you did, carefully choosing your “target”. Lloyd was the unexpected one of them though, since he asked you to pull over as you should have gotten a speed ticket.

“Public?” Steve grinds his teeth before growling, his temper on the thin line of exploding, “I fucked her right in the church. There were only two of us. But still…” Drawing a cross in front of his chest, Steve murmurs a few prayers silently, regardless of the other three men watching him in curiosity.

Lloyd snaps his head back to you, flashing a wolfish glint in his eyes, “The point is, you made us feel very bad about ourselves, sunshine.”

“Yeah, well, you should be proud of yourselves. I wasn’t planning on expanding the list of the men I’ve slept with.” You snap back.

“And we’re supposed to … what? Gloat?” Curtis casually says, taking off his coat, blocking the window, and probably your only hope of escaping, as Lloyd leans on the door.

“If you don’t like it. Feel free to cancel my monthly subscription.” You retort his sarcasm, crossing your arm in front of your chest.

“Gentlemen,” Ari hums in a low voice so that everyone could pay him some attention. He’s been silent ever since Steve led you into this room, “obviously we need more than a ‘monthly’ drop-by.”

The men nod in unison.

“Although we haven’t clarified the specific terms, I believe we should use her whenever we please. And, of course, as we all agree to, share.” Ari smiles at you, but says the darkest thing you could ever imagine.

This was definitely not part of your plan.

“I’ll ask Jake whether he wants to be part of this.” Curtis throws an icy glare at you, “I doubt he would be a problem though. He has shared with me before.”

Lloyd mutters a “fuck”. While Steve is still mulling over his sin-clarification.

“Shall we start?” Ari is shrugging off his leather jacket as he speaks, unbuttoning the top two buttons of his shirt.

“You can’t-” You cry in panic as the four men close in, surrounding you in the middle, “this is against the law … or something at least.”

“Oh sunshine, I am the law in this town.” Lloyd grabs your chin, his psychopathic grin gives you shivers down to your spine, “and you should be glad we decide to forgive you and share you. Or I could tie you up in my basement and invite my new friends over, occasionally.”

You draw a deep breath.

Tears burning. Your jaw hurting. Your dripping holes spreading wide open for two cocks.

“You like that, don’t you?” Lloyd groans as he squeezes your hand tighter, guiding you to stroke his hard cock.

“Yeah she does.” Steve agrees quietly before you could answer. He knees on the couch to push his cock further in your swollen pussy, “Christ. She’s so tight.”

“Wait till you’ve tried her ass, Priest.” Ari brings his hand firmly down your ass cheek, painting it red – as if it weren’t pink and hand-printed already, “that ass is fucking heaven.” He chuckles darkly, kissing the sensitive spot behind your ear, gripping your waist, making sure you are fully seated on his thick member, “or should I say hell?”

Stuffed to the fullest with two cocks in both of your holes, you couldn’t do more than let out a mere whimper.

“Can’t believe I’ve bought her stupid acts.” Curtis spits out through gritted teeth as he feels your throat takes his cock again as far as it could, your whimper vibrates his cock. In return, he tugs your hair without mercy, “all those innocent girly acts. Fuck.”

“We all bought it.” Lloyd eyes Curtis, raising his eyebrows, mocking Curtis, “and speaking from a man that has shared her with his son before, seriously? Innocent?”

Curtis huffs but does not bother to answer.

“My turn.” As Lloyd pulls your hair, and choke you on his cock, leaving Curtis slightly irritated.

You were used by these four men for hours. Each has painted your body, both inside and outside in milky-white substance, bringing you orgasms after orgasms. Your holes red, leaking, and abused.

“No more.” You grip Lloyd’s thigh to keep balance, sniffling when he lets your head go and breathe, battling your eyelashes, but they are heavy with tears that you can’t see his expression, “hurt too much.”

“Heard that?” Lloyd barks out laughter, wiping his cock on your face, leaving traces of your saliva and cum on your rosy cheek, “she said she can’t take it, boys.”

Ari grunts out of disagreement, his fingers dancing around your rim, attempting to squeeze one in alongside his cock, “she was screaming and moaning just fine for hours. Lies.”

“Ari, please,” The helplessness inside you bubbles and fuels to your tears, “I just can’t.”

Steve peppers a trail of kisses down your throat, nibbing your shoulder, while toying with your sensitive clit, “I guess you have to be a strong girl for us then. Don’t you want to be good for all of us, hmm? We’re prepping you. More might join, you know.” He speaks softly, comforting you as always. The panting on the joint between your neck and shoulder increases when your pussy grips him. Still, he mouths your breasts, sucking little red marks on them.

“Steve-” You feel torn apart. The four men bringing you pleasure, but in their own way. As if your body belongs to them separately. And the coil in your stomach threatens to snap with greater pain and pleasure than you could withstand.

A rough hand grips your chin, forcing you to turn the other way.

The hand that has hold you for countless times, on your back with a friendly pat.

Curtis.

“She’s not dumb yet. She can still talk.” Curtis talks about you as if you are an object in front of him, having you clench down your thigh involuntarily. It’s degrading, but it arouses you so much than you should admit. “I’d say she could take more.” The dark brooding man inspects your teary eyes and your cum-stained face, “yeah she’s alright.”

“Heard that, sunshine?” Lloyd taps your forehead with his knuckles, “not brain-dead yet.” He grins, “but it does sound empty, folks.”

Steve wipes the cum from your pussy lips, a mixture of the previous men who has thoroughly used it before he did, onto your soft stomach, which compliments your pretty skin and your cute bellybutton. He smiles warmly, though you are not even certain at this point, “she’s always the smartest. I’d say we work harder to satisfy this little devil, hmm?”

With the element of surprise, Ari starts bouncing you on his dick, shamelessly putting his flexing biceps to use, which earns him a few strangled sounds between cries and moans from you.

He simply shrugs, on receiving three other men’s looks, “I am working.”

And you gulp in fright. When Lloyd, with his sadist grin, taps your lips to open for his heavy cock as you still struggle for air.

This would be the start of some many long nights with men more than you could handle.

Taglist: @rosedpetal @dankoiseori @katcutie @peachlle @mrs-marc-spector

#highway to hell #steve rogers x reader #steve rogers x you #steve rogers smut #ari levinson x reader #ari levinson x you #ari levinson smut #lloyd hansen x reader #lloyd hansen x you #lloyd hansen smut #curtis everett x reader #curtis everett x you #curtis everett smut

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lovesick-feelings · 1 year

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can you pls write hcs for yan withered foxy? istg hes so underrated;-;;

Your right dear reader! It's strange how unpopular Withered Foxy is compared to his variants. Well, that is if you remove all the fan-made comics with Withered Foxy as a protagonist (っ´ω｀c) Either way, I think it's because a ton of people see the original characters to be the same as the withered but broken and traumatized ⊙︿⊙ I personally see them as different entities tho. Anyways thank you for requesting lovely reader!! \(♡´౪<♡)/

❤ Years of loneliness and neglect have left Withered Foxy in total disarray. He can’t remember the last time he left the dark, dusty service room. He could always roam around, but what’s the point when there is nothing out there for him? Normally, he’d recline and reminisce about his short time on stage, but lately, it's been harder with how restless he has grown. That is until he hears two employees talking beyond the door. Something about a new guard being hired?

❤ Like every other Foxy, he appears reserved. Your first couple of nights will be him stalking you from the shadows of the hall. As he observes, he likes to fill in the gaps about what you could be like. You smile at a drawing a kid has made of him. Do you have a soft spot for children? Or maybe you're a fan of his? Either way, the more he watches it fills his head with delusions. Ones where maybe… you were meant to be his.

❤ Only when given an opportunity will Withered Foxy start talking to you. He’ll inquire about you; ask you who you are, why you chose this job, and such. Oh, how sweet you are to him. So patient even though you were alarmed by his presence. You’re so amusing to him; perhaps he should look after you more. After all, there are things worse than him in this pizzeria. He’ll make it his duty to visit you every single night.

This man has two sides to him:

❤ Very weary. He doesn't feel the motivation to do anything besides seeing you. He’ll shuffle his way to your office and talk about anything on his mind. Even if you don’t talk back, the thought of you listening to his ramblings about the good ol’ days comforts him greatly. If you're interested, he’ll even recite his classic pirate stories. He's very hesitant when he realises he's talked for too long, regardless of how much you assure him that you enjoy listening to him. He’s mindful of his off-putting appearance, so unless given permission, he won't come any closer. To show him you are not afraid, you can reach out to him. Beware as this can unlock some unwanted clinginess.

❤ The other is frantic. Impulse drives him to become more animalistic. When the only thing pledging his mind is you, what else do you expect from him? Instead of his casual greeting, he hides in the dark, ranting about you belonging to him only. Before you can process, he's already launched himself onto you. He grips you with every ounce of strength to make sure you don't leave him again. He holds you tightly until you bruise, and if that doesn't stop you from struggling, he’ll mark you instead. The last thing on his mind is the agony you feel. Only to be with you, no matter the cost. What's worse is the way he “compliments'' and patronizes your helplessness. He goes on about how beautiful the color red is on you. How, if this were anyone else, you would have been killed in seconds. Of course, he could never because he loves you~. The Flashlight is your only hope of getting you out of this madness.

❤ Once he resets, it takes a second for panic to set in. The poor fox does anything he can to make up for whatever he’s done. He doesn't know what he's supposed to bring, so he's breaking the first aid cabinet and rushing everything he finds to you. With all the overwhelming emotions you give him, he can’t control his mood shifts. He doesn’t want to wound you; yet, he doesn't want to leave your side either.

“You know yur ol’ Foxy adore ye too much to hurt his treasure~” 🥰

“This is your fifth time biting me” 😐

❤ Withered foxy is both possessive and jealous. The mere thought of you seeing someone else sends him into panic mode. Anyone he deems to be getting too close he’ll maul into pieces. Even his withered friends are not safe from his scowls whenever they get too buddy-buddy. He wasn't the first animatronic to greet you, but you gave him your heart when you welcomed him with that beautiful smile of yours. To him, that’s the equivalent of marriage.

❤ The only other animatronics he trusts to leave you with is Balloon Boy and JJ. Withered Foxy resents the Toys with a passion. Despite this, he still has a soft spot for BB, as he cannot bring himself to hate children, and they make a good team. Same for JJ except he empathizes with her being left behind. They sometimes follow Withered Foxy whether he wants them to or not. On rare occasions, he leaves BB or JJ in charge of watching you when he’s away. If you're good with children you could use this opportunity to your advantage.

❤ His paranoia always gets the best of him. He’s the type to have a dream about you cheating on him and get angry at you for it. Heaven forbid he finds someone showing any type of romantic gesture too. He will gut them until they are nothing but mush in front of you. He won’t beg or talk you into staying. He’s dragging you into the parts and service to trap you in a suit. If he doesn't, regardless, you’ll still be stuck in the parts and service room. Resisting or begging won’t help much with him thinking you don't know any better. Maybe you would've been better off being killed in a suit.

“If there be one thing a pirate never shares between his crew it be his treasure! And you, me jewel, shall be with me forever~ ”

#yandere withered foxy #withered foxy #yandere x reader #yandere x y/n #five nights at freddy's #fnaf #yandere fnaf #fnaf yandere #fnaf human #fnaf 2 #fnaf x reader #fnaf 2 x reader #yandere withered foxy x reader #withered foxy x reader #fnaf 2 withered foxy #yandere foxy x reader #foxy x reader #yandere withered foxy x yn

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honey-beann · 5 months

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Okay this might be kind of weird, but could I request some Nines headcannons about how he is with an s/o with long hair? Idk I just feel like he might have particular interactions or things to say about it and I was curious what your take on something likke this might be?

Nines with an S/O who has long hair

Note: Hi Anon! Thanks so much for the request, I had a ton of fun with this! (and as someone with incredibly long hair, it is absolutely not self-serving in the slightest, nuh uh, no way, no how.)

(it definitely is lol).

I hope that you enjoy!

Okay so here's the thing, I know that people might assume that being in a relationship with someone who has long hair is no different than being in a relationship with someone with short/medium length hair, and in a lot of ways, they're absolutely right.

That said, being in a relationship with an android like Nines, who is far more observant than the average man, and a lot more curious about the human body and all of its particular intricacies, would definitely mean that he's more interested in/aware of the subtle impacts that hair lengths and the ways they are managed can have on life style.

For example, I think he would find it interesting how much more upkeep longer hair can require (though this also depends on texture), the increased frequency with which it seems to shed or fall out, and of course, the vast number of styling techniques and designs that can be used on longer hair.

He definitely likes to touch it a lot, and may even offer to brush it for you or help you to style it in some particular way (though there is a 90% chance that you'll have to ask him to so he doesn't risk letting you know how much he likes the feeling of it beneath his fingertips).

Absolutely will braid your hair though, and he always gets the sectioning even, so that's a huge plus.

That said, he will never cease to tease you about how inconvenient your hair can be at times.

If he ever sees you pull a hair out of your food, or find one essentially threaded into a garment of yours (or his), he will immediately remind you of your choice to wear your hair as long as you do (and you can't even argue that it isn't yours with him, because he's already scanned it to prove otherwise).

If you have any form of hair care routine outside of showering, he loves to watch you go through it, eyes both curious and amused at the same time as he takes in your techniques and learns why you utilize them.

If you don't do anything outside of the shower though, don't fret, because he is a big fan of shampooing your hair if you'll let him, and he will never fail to let you know if you should still be rinsing anything out.

"There's still shampoo on your roots" as you walk out of the bathroom, prompting you to simply turn around and start the shower up again with a sigh.

Can and will scan your hair products for bad ingredients and let you know how unwise it is to use them (though he sucks at giving positive feedback in that area, so if you want to know what might be good, you would probably have to ask him directly).

"That is going to dry out your hair."

"That isn't for your hair type."

"Reviews state that this makes consumers' hair fall out after a few weeks of use."

"There is a known carcinogen in that hair mask."

Bro is relentless in his product complaints (but it's only because he cares about the health of both you and your hair lol).

He definitely doesn't quite understand why anyone would choose to keep their hair so long if it can make caring for it so much more complex, but he certainly doesn't mind it as long as you keep letting him entertain himself by playing with it or helping you to try out new/different styles.

Oh, but regardless of whether or not you're in a relationship with him, if you work together, he absolutely loathes your long hair (at least some of the time).

Definitely thinks that it gets in the way far too often and that it's annoying that you have to take the time to put it up just to keep it away from your face during the work day.

Has absolutely been smacked with your hair before while standing behind you without you realizing.

Cannot stand it when you wine about the heat while choosing to have so much hair trapping warmth in against the back of your neck.

Has absolutely contemplated cutting it off himself before.

Becomes rather amused at watching you attempt to de-tangle it after a particularly rigorous chase or anything similar, and thinks of it as karma for you choosing to have longer hair in a field like law enforcement.

(Secretly likes finding your hairs on his work chair after you've sat in it though, and was weirdly endured when he found a hair of yours stuck to his jacket for the first time).

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#request #dbh headcanons #dbh x reader #dbh x reader headcanons #dbh nines x reader #nines x reader #nines rk900

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d-dixonimagines · 1 year

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would love if u did the “can you walk” prompt with Daryl, maybe reader being the one hurt? u write him so perfectly 🤭💕 thank u!!

Absolutely! And thank you!! I love writing for him so I try to get it as close as I can! ^_^

Prompt: "Can you walk?"

For some reason the day was just not agreeing with you. From the moment you woke up, everything just seemed to work against you. It had gotten to a ridiculous point where you considered going back to bed and seeing if it would reverse something, but unfortunately there was just too much that needed to be done.

Towards the end of the day, you and a small group of people went on a short run to see what kind of food or items were left lying around in near by stores and other buildings. It had been blazing hot for the majority of the day and there was finally a cool enough breeze to actually enjoy the walk.

Daryl had been keeping a close eye on you all day as well, but mostly every time you managed to catch his gaze, he was smiling and smirking and putting very little effort into hiding his amused expressions as he witnessed you dealing with all of your unfortunate luck. It just prompted you to glare at him in response, which only amused him more.

Daryl was something else. He was usually the quiet loner one who preferred his space and isolation. He didn't seem to like people very much, and secretly that was something that you potentially had in common. You could tolerate them and you were nice and kind and welcoming, but you just didn't go out of your way to approach others unless it was a task or something you really needed.

There weren't too many people who didn't bug you, and Daryl was no exception! Sometimes he had moments where he was like the obnoxious friend your siblings hung out with and would do annoying things to try and get your attention because maybe they had a crush and didn't know how to deal with it, or maybe they were just generally obnoxious.

Daryl was less obvious about his teasing. He would just make sarcastic comments or some face or even participate in small pranks, though those didn't happen too frequently.

Once you and your group arrived at the third stop, you all rested for a bit outside. There wasn't too much of a rush to get back, and it had been a bit of a climb so you all took a moment to catch your breath. Daryl and a couple of the others rested against the window of the building while you stayed standing, swatting your arm to try and warn off some kind of bug that had been targeting you for the past three minutes.

The incessant buzzing was starting to get on your nerves, and it didn't help the fact that you hated bugs with a passion. You had gotten better at tolerating them, but you still wanted nothing to do with them. But this one particular bug, some giant beetle just wouldn't leave you alone. You moved from your spot and swung your arm again, making contact with it with the back of your hand.

Daryl sat there watching you fight for your life against this bug, trying a bit harder to hide his amused expression this time. If the guy ever laughed, you were sure you'd be hearing him laughing until his face was blue. The beetle came back once more, buzzing past your ear and causing you to let out a frustrated cry as you smacked at the side of your face to get it away from you.

"Can we go inside now? I'm so tired of this bullshit!" You spoke out in irritation, making your way inside regardless if they were ready or not. It didn't take long for them to follow. You each went down the different isles to see if there was anything salvageable.

Scanning the shelves as best as you could, you took a second glance at a hidden treasure that was tucked away on a top shelf. Chocolate was a rare delicacy these days, and you weren't going to risk the chance of passing it up. The chances of it already being gone was pretty high, but you were holding on to the slim chance of getting lucky.

The box was just out of your reach, and no matter how hard you tried, they were still out of your reach. "Screw it.." you mumbled to yourself, gripping onto the shelves and getting ready to climb up them to get it. "I wouldn't do that." You heard Daryl's voice. "It'll only take two seconds.." You insisted, continuing on with your mission to retrieve the chocolate. You stepped onto the lower shelf and gripped one of the higher ones, getting ready to hoist yourself up.

With one quick motion, you lunged up a bit and reached for the box, sliding it forward until you were able to get a grip on it. As you gripped the box, you managed to lose your hold on the shelf and stumbled backwards, most of your weight landing on your ankles as you tried to catch yourself to avoid any serious injury and landing back on the hard floor.

Everything happened too quickly for Daryl to react fast enough to catch you, but was able to make sure that none of the shelves toppled over on top of you. You let your head fall back onto the floor with a sigh of relief that it didn't end much worse than it did. "If you're going to say 'I told you so', just don't." You spoke before he had a chance to say anything.

"Wasn't gonna say that.." He was quickly by your side, taking in your state and making sure there wasn't any visible injuries that needed to be tended to. "Can you walk?" There was only minor shooting pains charging through your body. Your ankles throbbed slightly but you didn't think it was anything serious. "I think so. Can't guarantee about tomorrow, though."

Daryl shook his head and held his hand out, leaning forward to help you up. Moving slowly, you got to your feet, assessing the situation further. You would definitely come out of that nice and bruised up, but also very chocolate happy. "Was it worth it?" "Mhm!" You smiled proudly, showing him the chocolate bar. "You're insane." He smirked softly before turning around and heading out of the isle. "You say that now, but you're going to be jealous watching me eat this later."

The rest of the store was pretty much empty, with only a couple other finds, so they decided to call it and head back to camp. You had a slight limp, but you didn't care. With the day that you had, you counted this as a huge victory!

#d-dixonimagines #daryl dixon imagines #daryl dixon x reader #the walking dead imagines #I unfortunately did not do that great of a job portraying him as well as I would have liked to in here

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zafirosreverie · 1 year

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Little furry friend (Bruno x F!Reader) part 1

Part 2

a/n: If you know where Sebastián the rat is from, congratulations you are so cool and I love you a lot :)

For @hectic-hector hope you like it!

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"Sebastian?"

Bruno asked quietly so as not to disturb anyone as he bent down and reached under the cupboard for the umpteenth time that afternoon. It was not uncommon for some of his rats to spend time away, usually with Antonio, but they always returned at least by meal time. It had been days since the last time he had seen Sebastián eat at Casita.

He was worried, even though his younger nephew had assured him that the rat was fine and not getting malnourished, which meant that he was getting food elsewhere, and that was what scared him. Why didn't his little furry friend want to eat with him anymore? Where did he go every day? Where did he get food from? Who gave it? And why didn't even Antonio know?

He was being paranoid and he knew it, but after spending ten years in solitude with only rats for company, he had learned to love these animals as if they were part of his family, no matter how horrified Pepa and his mother felt about it.

"What are you looking for?"

The man jumped out of his skin and hit his head against the furniture. He grunted a little as he sat on the ground and rubbed his head, before looking at his older sister trying to hide her giggling behind her hand.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you" Julieta said but her tone revealed how amusing she found the situation "are you okay?"

"Yes, yes" he answered, accepting the hand she offered him to stand up "it's just that I can't find Sebastian"

"Your rat?"

"yes, have you seen it?"

"Bruno...you know that only you and Toñito can distinguish them, right? For me they are all the same"

"How can you say that?" he asked a bit offended "They are clearly different, I don't confuse your three daughters with Pepa's three children, do I?"

The healer simply rolled her eyes fondly and offered him a soft, apologetic smile. Although she and Pepa never fully understood Bruno's love for those animals, they loved their brother and knew how important they were to him, if he said they were different, she would respect it.

"Have you already asked Antonio?"

"Yes, but he said that his animals didn't want to tell him where he was, something about a secret and that it wasn't time yet" he shrugged.

"Oh how lovely, maybe your son has a surprise for you?" she laughed

"It's not funny, Julieta" he frowned "...I just want to know that he's okay"

"I'm sure he is" the brunette smiled, putting a hand on his shoulder "don't worry, you'll find him"

"I hope so" he sighed defeatedly "I'm going to look for him in town, I hope he's not in trouble"

Julieta silently watched as Bruno left shoulders hunched and looking definitely defeated and tired. He didn't even wave back to Pepa when he walked past her through the door.

"Is he ok?" the redhead asked

The older triplet just shrugged and looked where her brother had gone before she got up and went to work with her sister’s help. They both knew perfectly well that of their trifecta, Bruno was the one they understood the least, but they hoped that he would go to one of them if he really needed them.

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Bruno hurried through the paths of Encanto trying to catch up with Sebastián. He had spotted it a few minutes ago and although he tried to call it, the animal simply ignored him and went on his way, leaving the poor man making a scene around town while he tried to catch it.

Usually, he would be embarrassed that he was making a fool of himself and that people would gossip about him even more (despite Mirabel's best efforts, he knew that there were still people who believed that he brought misfortune), but at that moment, he just wanted to find out where his rat ran off to every day.

So he followed him regardless of the looks of the townspeople or the tiredness of his legs. You'd think after all the time he spent on Casita's walls jumping between rafters, running across the floor would be a piece of cake, but no, he really needed to work on his physical condition.

"Where are you going?" he thought, as he watched the rat turn a corner.

He really didn't like to leave his room, much less his house, so he was probably the only Madrigal who didn't know the whole town like the back of his hand, but even he knew that house belonged to the friendly carpenters of the town, although he did not know them personally. What was his rat doing there?

"Oh hey buddy, you're late"

Bruno quickly hid behind a tree so you wouldn't see him, and his eyes widened when he saw you take the little animal without problems. Usually, people were afraid or disgusted of rats, judging them without knowing what a wonderful being they really were, but you didn't seem bothered or disgusted in the least.

"I was beginning to worry about you" you said kindly, patting the rat's head "here, I saved you some bread."

You laughed softly when the small animal squealed with excitement and started eating out of the palm of your hand. You had no idea where it came from, but the little rat had been visiting you for days and you were starting to grow very fond of it, and you always tried to save some food for it, even though if your parents found out, they would probably scold you.

Bruno looked at you carefully, not realizing that little by little he was coming out of his hiding place. He couldn't help it, something in you made him want to be close. You jumped when you heard a branch snap near you and turned to see a scruffy-looking, hunched-over man with a guilty expression. The hourglass design on his ruana told you everything you needed to know about his identity: Bruno Madrigal.

The man mentally kicked himself for scaring you like that and he really wanted to apologize, but it was always hard for him to talk to people and just when he managed to find his voice again, you smiled at him. It was such a beautiful and sincere smile, not one of those forced ones that people usually gave him to please the rest of his family, but one full of kindness and joy. Two words that were almost never associated with his presence.

"Hello" you said softly

He just waved at you, not really knowing how to respond, his mind was short-circuiting trying to comprehend that you were really talking to him, without malice or anything, that you weren't really scared of him.

"This little friend is yours?" you asked, carefully lifting the rat up for him to see.

Again, the seer only managed to nod. He felt terribly stupid and began to hate himself more and more for not being able to talk to you back. You were probably thinking that he was pathetic and you would want him to leave immediately.

And yet your smile never left your young and beautiful face. Yeah, he couldn't help but notice that you're definitely a few years younger than him, though maybe not that many (and to be fair, ten years locked up in walls without seeing sunlight ages anyone) and for some reason, it was a thought that began to burn in his mind.

"I was wondering where he came from" you said when you didn't get any more answer "he has been coming daily"

Bruno jumped a little when he noticed that you had gotten closer and now you were standing just a step away. You smiled at him again and held out the little animal, praying that your blush wasn't as noticeable as you felt. If you were being honest, you hadn't expected to talk to a Madrigal in…well, ever.

You were too shy for that. Since childhood, you almost never talked to anyone, preferring to listen from the side or just nod and smile. Your parents always told you that this way you would never get friends or a boyfriend (even though you had had suitors, but they never caught your eye), but you really didn't care, you were fine on your own, or at least that's what you told yourself, despite that there was a feeling of loneliness stuck in your chest.

So why did you feel the need to talk to this man? Perhaps it was the mysterious aura that surrounded him, or that the legend about him, which had run through the town since you were little, told you that there was something more to him. You had never believed that the youngest of the Madrigal triplets was really the cause of people's bad luck, you thought that people simply did not understand him and that he must feel very lonely... like you.

You weren't sure, but from one moment to the next, you needed to at least get a word out of him, to feel that you weren't making a fool of yourself. That he seemed cute and somehow handsome, had nothing to do with it, no matter what your racing pulse wanted you believe.

“I-I’m sorry if he bothered you” he stammered, looking at you awkwardly and not knowing if he should grab Sebastian and run out of there.

"Oh no, he's a little angel" you said "he's kept me a lot of company"

"re-really?"

"Yeah...I'm a bit of a loner" you admitted "so it's welcome company"

"O-oh! Me too!" he said without thinking "I-I mean I'm l-lonely too" he quickly added

Bruno really wanted to kick himself, what kind of creepy man would say that to a woman he had just met? You were the only one who hadn't looked at him with suspicion or fear in many, many years, and here he goes, ruining everything. Surely you would ask him to take the rat away and never come back and-

Were you laughing? No, wait...were you smiling at him? Him? After what he had said? Yes, that's exactly what you were doing. You couldn't help it, he was just too cute and the way he looked at you, as if he hadn't expected you to talk to him, much less smile at him, was charming.

"Well...we could do each other a favor" you said

"A f-favor?"

"I'm Y/N, my pleasure" you said, holding out your hand.

"B-bruno" he replied, looking at your hand suspiciously for a few seconds before shaking it awkwardly. You really did have soft hands.

"Well, Bruno" you smiled "now you have a friend"

He looked at you puzzled and a little alarmed, as if the word wasn't in his vocabulary. Why would someone as beautiful as you want to be friends with someone like him?

"Don't look at me like that" you chuckled softly "we share custody of the little one now anyway"

"I-I guess so" he replied, barely reacting in time to catch the rat that was jumping towards him.

"Well, it's better that the parents get along right?" you said flirtatiously.

You were surprising yourself, you usually wouldn't be this bold and a part of you wondered if you weren't crossing the line. But the man's blush and nervousness were too cute to resist, and if you had to use your furry little friend as an excuse to see him again, so be it.

"P-parents?!"

"I'll see you tomorrow Bruno, our son enjoys trips to the river" you said, turning around to go back to your house "will you pick me up at 2?"

"E-eh, y-yes, yeah!" he replied as his brain tried to catch up with everything

You just smiled over your shoulder and waved before disappearing into the house. Bruno stood there for a few more moments, processing everything before slowly walking back to Casita. What the hell had just happened?

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"Are you okay? It seems you saw a ghost" Julieta asked worriedly as her brother entered the kitchen.

"Yeah...I'm fine" he replied, his cheeks flushed.

"Did you find your rat?"

"Yes, he is playing with Antonio"

"Excellent"

The healer smiled at him and went back to cutting the vegetables. She could sense that her brother had more to say, but she knew better than to push him, he would tell her when he was ready. They were silent for a couple of minutes until Bruno sighed and dropped his head on the table with a thud.

“Juli?”

“Yes?”

“I think…I think I have a date”

The room fell deathly silent as the older triplet dropped her knife on the cutting board and looked at her brother. She never thought she would hear those words from Bruno's mouth, much less at this age but- her train of thought stopped when a sudden thunder sounded above their heads. They both turned to see Pepa watching them with wide eyes.

“You have a what?!”

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GFL girls watching a horror movie with their S/O?

yeah I rewatched emesis blue and I need to see other people get scared

(GFL) Kalina, Helianthus, G36, AK-15, RPK-16, Architect, Scarecrow, M16A1, G11, and HK416 watching a horror movie with their S/O

I just finished watching Stasis: Bone Totem for the past 7 hours personally. I'm sad now.

Kalina happily snuggles next to S/O, eating popcorn as S/O held onto her for dear life.

She wasn't that troubled by the horror movie they put on.

Mostly because it gave her some fantastic ideas for Halloween this year!

(S/O) "K-Kalina, why are you smiling?!"

(Kalina) "Hm...I think I can recreate that with some of the T-Dolls, the way we can utilize our stealth tech can make one helluva haunted mansion!"

(S/O) "You're going to monetize ghosts?!"

(Kalina) "Heck yeah, I am!"

She does jump at a few of the scares but laughs them off.

Helian can't help but wonder if this is what the younger couples did nowadays. Or rather, if they still did this kind of thing.

She sat with S/O in the darkness, huddled up next to them on the couch as the TV provided their entertainment for the night.

(Helianthus) "I doubt that this movie will be that scary."

It in fact, was that scary.

Some of the scares get Helian to scream, latching onto S/O.

Which she immediately tries to clear her throat and preserve some dignity.'

(Helianthus) "...Tell anyone about this, and you're a dead man/woman."

G36 has to put on her glasses in order to watch the film properly.

She couldn't help but fidget a little, she wasn't used to just...sitting down and doing nothing.

But admittedly, it was a nice change of pace.

G36 flinches at some of the scares, but she can't help but laugh at least a little, making sure S/O was comfortable.

Or more accurately, not scared out their mind.

(G36) "You are shaking a lot. Do you require warmer blankets?"

(S/O) "N-NO! Just...s-stay here, don't leave me alone!"

(G36) "Necromorphs are not real-"

(S/O) "C-Can we make sure the vents are locked tight tonight?"

G36 just smiles at that.

15 doesn't really understand why S/O is watching horror movies if they were scared of it.

If this was just some elaborate ruse just for 15 to hold them tightly, they could've just asked her directly.

Regardless, she obliges them because it made them happy.

She doesn't react in the slightest to any of the scares, finding the whole concepts of ghosts and spirits illogical.

(AK-15) "You know they don't exist S/O. Why are you so afraid?"

(S/O) "I-I don't know! It just freaks me out, alright?!"

She notices their heartbeat calms down at least a little if her arms are wrapped around them, which she comfortably holds them in her grasp the duration of the movie and night.

At least they trusted her strength so much, they believed she could punch a demon back to hell.

That makes her pride go up an substantial amount, though she doesn't vocalize it.

Otherwise, she doesn't flinch from a single thing in the movie, even the more grotesque parts.

16 is highly amused the entire time, watching as S/O is latching onto her during the movie.

She also can't help but wonder why humans would make something so strange.

Did they want to be scared? Was the human race nothing but masochists?

(RPK-16) "Why exactly did we choose this type of movie tonight, S/O? You seem to be trembling."

(S/O) "Well, I thought it'd be fun..."

(RPK-16) "Hm, well it gives me a few ideas on how to get some interesting reactions out of you at least."

For the remainder of the night, she has a smug grin on her face as S/O squirms and yelps from the scares.

She began to ponder on what exactly S/O was afraid of. The girl with long hair, the loud noises? This was going to be a fun time experimenting!

She isn't affected by the movie at all, save for getting ideas to scare S/O.

Architect is absolutely terrified with S/O, making her almost drop the bucket of popcorn and candy she has.

(Architect) "AGH! DID YOU SEE THAT?!"

(S/O) "W-WHAT?! NO, WHAT?!"

Like S/O, she gets way too immersed in the film and the both of them are shaking in fear.

When they go to bed, Architect has her weapon directly next to the bedside, with S/O making no complaints.

(Architect) "I-If any demon bastard wants to go through that door, they'll be blown the hell up!"

(S/O) "...Wait, this is my room. Why did you have that in here to begin with-"

(Architect) "For situations like these! I don't wanna be killed by some ghost!"

Scarecrow finds this whole ordeal illogical. She doesn't get scared by anything, let alone by human entertainment.

The reason why S/O called her to watch these escaped her, but it's not like she had anything better to do.

She blankly stares at the screen as she feels S/O hug her tightly, her irises adjusting to the brightness of the screen.

Her voice remains monotone the entire time, slightly muffled by her mask.

(Scarecrow) "...Do I scare you as much as the scarecrow in this film, S/O?"

(S/O) "Um...Not really, you're a lot cuter.-"

Her eyes glanced over to S/O, noticing that they weren't teasing, mostly due to being afraid.

She finds amusement in their terror, but doesn't make a comment on their compliment.

(Scarecrow) "That is obvious."

(S/O) "UWAGH!?"

Scarecrow is held even tighter, making her sigh. Why are humans like this?

M16 just smirks when S/O asks her to watch a horror movie with them.

(M16A1) "Don't worry, I'm so bad that not even any monster will come near me!"

She puffs her chest out in pride when S/O finds comfort in her arms.

(M16A1) "Psh, I could beat the hell out of that blue demon."

(S/O) "B-But that's a supernatural ghost! You can't shoot ghosts!"

(M16A1) "I can sure try!"

She has the biggest smile on her face, just getting to enjoy this moment with S/O.

She's not really affected by the scares in the movie, just finding it funny more than anything.

G11 would be fast asleep if S/O didn't wake her up from their screaming.

The entire time, she is held like a teddy bear in S/O's arms, making her slightly annoyed.

(G11) "Loud..."

(S/O) "How can you sleep through that screaming and bloodshed?!"

(G11) "...It's not real."

(S/O) "B-BUT IT LOOKS SO REAL!"

(G11) "...Hm...I'm going back to sleep..."

She drools on their arms while S/O is never ever letting go of G11, for less romantic reasons this time around.

Not that she minded entirely, since it was comfortable.

Until S/O screamed and shook her awake, making her eyes groggily open before shutting again.

HK416 obliges S/O in watching horror movies.

After all, nothing like having the best T-Doll protect them, even from something as mundane as a film.

She only gets scared, because S/O screamed directly next to her.

(HK416) "GAH! God damn-why are you so loud?!"

(S/O) "S-Sorry, it just scared me!"

She rolls her eyes when she feels S/O get closer to her. A slight blush came to her cheeks as she muttered something under her breath.

(HK416) "If you were going to piss yourself, why are we doing this?"

(S/O) "I...I thought I could look braver if I could watch this with you here..."

(HK416) "Heh, some job you're doing."

She's going to lord it over her S/O that she wasn't scared once from the movie.

Until the final jumpscare made her recoil into S/O's arms, turning the tables.

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