#I ring up and make their drinks in these scenarios. nothing but the best for my blorbos.

[canisonicscrewyou]

please tell me what susan foreman's silly little drink order is

Susan Foreman strolls into Starbucks. I giggle and twirl my hair when she comes in. Now I need to wash my hands because I touched my hair. Fuck.

She orders a peach green tea lemonade. Very in character, very fitting, dogshit drink choice. Our peach juice is nasty and she can do better. I do not correct her.

She drinks the entire thing and comes back to order later. Espresso frappuccino with whip cream. 2 for 2 on terrible choices, queen, go off. I give her a blonde shot to try and save the drink. I ask how many shots of espresso she wants after she’s already paid for it. She forgot she wants an extra shot and offers to pay. I give her no such grace. She gets the shot anyways.

#I ring up and make their drinks in these scenarios. nothing but the best for my blorbos. #they would fully watch me happily ring them up and then box a barista off of bar to make it personally. I didn’t realize I was #also making all of their drinks until I decided #Susan foreman #dr who

[kedsandtubesocks]

cowboys like us

Bull Rider!Din Djarin x F!Reader x Bronco Rider!Jack Daniels

summary: one cowboy is already a challenge, but two is either going to be your best blessing or worst curse

warnings/tags: 18+ ONLY MDNI, modern rodeo cowboys AU, Din is still a papa and has his baby, light discussion of the rodeo and events, light angst & miscommunication with eventual resolution, Jack & his sweet talk with calling reader ‘baby, honey, sugar,” bar scene with moments of drinking, heavy making out, intense grinding & dry humping, spicy moments, M/M/F & M/M dynamics, polyamorous exploration that leads to eventual poly relationship

word count: 5.9k

a/n: welcome to the first fic of the ‘Let’s Rodeo’ series! I know, I know, this is such a strange combo & AU but I’m such a sucker for cowboy Din and of course Jack decided to barge in and here we are lol, the biggest and deepest thank you’s go to @perotovar @lowlights @nothoughtsjustmeds & @beskarandblasters - this wouldn’t be here without y’all and I’m so eternally grateful…and to you if you’re reading this thank you so much

You wonder if maybe you’ve unknowingly slipped into a strange country song and not realized it.

Popcorn litters the floor all around. The plastic arena seat is a bit uncomfortable. A drunk woman behind you almost spilled beer on you but apologized profusely. There are more cowboy hats here than you’ve ever seen in your entire life.

But as you sit in this strange existence a voice over the loudspeaker comes and sparks up your soul. As the announcer’s voice booms, loud screams swallow up the air of the stadium.

You spot him already climbing onto the bronco and your heart jumps into your throat.

“The man smooth as whiskey!” The announcer screams clear and booming with an accented southern pride.

“Give it up for Jack Daniels!”

Shrill shrieks erupt fanatically loud as if the place now morphes into a boy band concert instead of a rodeo competition.

That is until the alarm sounds. The chute opens, and the ride begins.

Focusing on Jack is chaotic. The bronco bucks frenzied trying to throw the cowboy off with a wild strength. His black Stetson hat goes flying and your stomach drops at how rapidly his body whips around. Back and forth, back and forth, he tries holding on with simply one hand.

It’s terrifying. It’s hypnotic.

Then it’s over fast.

The beautiful horse flings off Jack and he lands on the dirt. You clutch the edge of your plastic seat. The horse continues bucking and your mind rushes to the worst case scenario of the creature’s strong might rearing down on Jack.

Then the cowboy springs up like nothing.

A smile even illuminates his handsome face and it ignites the crowd into a gleeful roar.

You don’t even know if he did good. You barely understand the point system or average or whatever it is.

The horse thankfully settles and Jack struts away effortless.

Suddenly Jack’s salt of the earth eyes flick up. He scans the crowd until his gaze lands on you.

The seat you’re in sits close to the edge of the arena, on the floor just right outside the ring.

Then, with all the confidence of a man whose job it is to ride a bucking bronco, Jack blows you a kiss.

The drunk woman behind you along with her friends scream their heads off thinking he blew the kiss to them. Maybe he did. He’s a damn flirt. You even glance backward to see one of the girls, very drunk, tries to calm herself down from freaking out.

Jack now walks heads to the side to exit. His eyes however stay glued to you. And the minute you turn back to stare at him…he winks.

Then he vanishes.

This cowboy might be this event’s closer, but this isn’t the end of the rodeo for you. The incoming bull rides shift the air. It’s considered another heavy hitter main event and the anticipation bubbles.

Unlike Jack, who arrives like a firecracker ready to brighten up any room he enters, this cowboy emerges like a shadow.

Keeping his head down, it doesn’t help that a protective mask covers his handsome face. However, the energy radiating off the cowboy’s deadly focus composure is like a quiet storm on the horizon.

He stays silent, doesn’t even lift his eyes up, almost in a focused trance.

“Mr. Silent and Deadly himself… Din Djarin!” The announcers boom out his name.

Then you watch as the man becomes a myth, one who tames a wild force of nature.

Din and bull fly out of the chute with a choking force.

In the same way your breath stopped watching Jack getting bucked around, the same dizzying panic fills you as Din battles the same force.

He stubbornly stays on, rides as the bull thrashes around. You wonder if this is where some mythologies stem from because it is something unreal watching this man move with this powerful creature.

The crowd hoots and hollers cheering Din on. You stay petrified in your seat.

Then the ride finishes fast.

Din flies off the bull and your breathing stops. Rapidly the trainers along with other cowboys scramble to settle the bull and check on Din. The bull rider casually rises up unbothered, unshaken, and the crowd goes wild.

You exhale a loud shaken sigh of relief. Your body feels like jello, as if fear has finally been exorcized from your body leaving you a boneless mess.

Suddenly Din rips the guard mask off and all attention falls to him. Sweat adds a shine to his face and his hair is a tousled mess but he’s never looked more gorgeous.

“What the fuck?! Dude, he’s hot too?!” Someone squawks out.

The ladies sitting behind you of course notice Din and squeal out feverishly. Unlike Jack, an actual peacock who owns the crowd basking in the attention, Din’s face stays lowered with his eyes averted shyly.

Until his dark eyes suddenly flicker up, like a viper peering out from a cave. His eyes find you surprisingly fast.

You and him simply stare at each other. Then so quickly Din averts his eyes away again and heads off.

The shakiest exhale leaves you.

Your heartbeat drums loud in your ears as if you were the one who just finished the wild rides. And maybe you did in your own way.

“Oh my fucking god!” Behind you one of the girls screams. “So many hot cowboys! Like, how the fuck do you pick just one?!”

Alcohol drenches her playful words. However, to you they become barbed and catch on your heart. Because how do you pick between two handsome cowboys different as day and night.

“Babe!” One of the girls giggles. “That’s the secret, you don’t pick just one! You have ‘em all!”

She howls a wild laugh and the others scream scandalized but gleeful. One of them even jokingly says ‘so you gotta catch ‘em all like pokemon!’ which almost makes you laugh.

But the words hang in your heart like a rusting anchor.

Grabbing your bag, you head out. Arriving at the backstage area of the arena, you flash the visitor’s access pass to security who lets you through. You’ve only done this a few times before but your heart still races getting this type of entrance.

Earlier today Din said he’d wait for you after in the small rest waiting room. When you open the door, you stumble upon a sight.

Jack's hand firmly holding Din’s face -

As the two men passionately kiss each other.

Jack’s taller than Din, slightly, not by much. Din’s build however is firmer, solid, compared to Jack’s sleek stature.

Immediately they both break away from each other as if electrocuted.

Din and Jack’s eyes catch sight of you and their faces fall. Din whispers your name out while Jack stays silent.

Reality rams into you like a released wild bull.

Because you realize you’ve interrupted them. You're barging in, an actual third wheel.

You want to move, want to say something. But you can’t even imagine what. It clicks that you read this whole situation wrong. Maybe neither of them actually held feelings for you.

A sudden loud knock on the wall makes you and the cowboys practically jump.

One of the event announcers pops his head in casually.

“Hey sorry, but you’re needed out back Djarin.” He says to Din then leaves.

Even with the surprise arrival and then departure, the thick tension doesn’t leave the air. If anything it’s caused a strange vacuum to form.

Jack now breathes out your name hesitantly. Yet, his eyebrows are furrowed hard, concerned and upset. Din’s dark eyes shine so visibly soaked with worry.

Before you can even say anything one of Jack’s main coaches and manager, Champ, waltzes in. He’s a striking presence that draws all the focuses to him

Champ whistles loud. “Who died in here?”

No one says a word.

“Alrighty then,” Champ shrugs, not wanting to dive into whatever he senses.

“Daniels come on,” he urges. “I ain’t waiting anymore. They’re probably waiting for you too Dinny.”

Champ’s nickname for Din, which Din himself detests, makes you smirk and brightens your spirit for a moment.

But the awful tension stays sticking to your skin allowing a poison to seep in.

“Hey there, sweet pea.” Champ nods his head acknowledging you. With a weak smile you nod back.

You politely excuse yourself and leave.

The walk out of the arena is the longest of your life.

Everything you just saw flashes through your mind a rapid flip picture book. You can process what you saw but can’t fully grasp it.

Even outside, the roar of the rodeo swirls around even in you.

You might have wandered into a country song earlier but you didn’t realize it was going to be a heartbreak one.

You met Din first in a grocery store parking lot.

It had been a total accident. Literally. You had gotten into a small fender bender with him in the parking lot of a grocery store.

He drove the oldest silver Honda Civic ever still existing and still can’t believe it didn’t even manage to take a hit. You were also horrified when you saw there was a baby sleeping away in the car.

Yet the entire time Din was so kind and concerned about your wellbeing.

You didn’t realize it then, but that shy and very handsome scruffy man with his ancient Honda Civic would change the orbit of your life.

Because that day you accidentally collided with a cowboy, it opened your world like a vast desert horizon.

Jack arrived soon after.

If Din was the soft daybreak, then Jack came in like a dust devil.

Though they competed in two different categories, you discovered many rodeo circuits crossed paths.

When you went to visit Din months ago at the ranch housing many of the cowboys for training, that’s when you first met Jack.

He walked straight up to you and asked if you were lost because he was concerned heaven was missing an angel.

He hasn’t shut his mouth since.

Before it was simply you and Din. But Jack is a force that seems to barge his way in like the wild broncos he rode.

He is shameless in flirting. He often playfully touches yours and Din’s cheeks often, or casually drapes himself over you or his fellow cowboy.

Din on the other hand is quietly sweet. He routinely sends you photos of the sunrises of all the cities he travels to.

So opposite, they almost are like the sun and moon.

You began caring for them fiercely and fell so fast.

But now, you contemplate if you simply played yourself a fool becoming your own rodeo clown.

All the ideas, all the heavy conflict of having to pick between the two of them, taste bitter on your tongue. You take a long swing of your drink to hopefully wash it away. It doesn’t.

Din texted you asking to please meet him here at this bar near the secondary training arena and now you wait.

It’s lively tonight. Even after being thrown into the world of cowboys, or rodeo circuits, sitting in the honky tonk bar feels as if you’re on another planet. The music thankfully has a nice beat so you enjoy the song playing.

Someone slides in besides you, not even sitting on the bar stool.

“You seem lonely.” The voice of a stranger.

Besides you, a lanky college freshman looking guy leans against the bar staring at you.

“Just waiting for a friend.” You politely answer.

“Well, maybe you’d like some company waiting?”

You’re about to decline when a looming presence arrives at your back.

“Sorry there buckaroo, but this lovely peach is taken for the night.”

Jack’s smooth voice rings out and shocks your system.

The stranger’s face drops comedically fast and the punk scrambles away without another word.

You turn around and it isn't just Jack behind you but Din is as well.

Jack wears his black cowboy hat and you’re surprised to see Din in one as well. He rarely wears his Stetson but it transforms him.

In typical western, the dark midnight cowboy hats are that of the outlaws, the bandits. One of Din’s managers, an older man named Cobb Vanth, once told you that.

And maybe these two are.

Yet, even as bandits, they stand before you like two country romance song dreams. The kaleidoscopic lights dance and radiate off them.

Din mutters your name with hesitation swirling in his eyes.

Panic prickles against your skin. You’re not ready yet.

So you turn to the bartender and order three rounds.

“Honeypie, we gotta talk.” Jack says low, strikingly somber.

Shaking your head, you swallow hard. “Not now. I just…can we just please…just wait for a moment.”

Please let’s just enjoy this false dream a little longer, is what your heart whispers out.

“Of course.” Din mutters and they both move to sit on either side of you, a sort of barricade you’re already missing.

The drinks come and in a nervous quiet move you and the cowboys cling your glasses together. Everyone tosses the shot back. The tequila burns and helps slightly.

You decide if this a goodbye to this dream, you want to at least enjoy it a bit tipsy. So you order another round.

“Careful.” Din urges, ever the cautious one.

“Come on.” You now perk up. “You two both scored high yesterday! We gotta celebrate.”

Which is true. Even with your brewing heartbreak, you still got excited seeing their scores from the app alert. Because that’s the person you’ve become. You have apps on your phone dedicated to rodeo cowboy scores. Well, you might be deleting those apps soon.

You move to take the next shot.

You raise your glass to your two dear cowboys - the ones who you text everyday, the ones you try facetiming as much as you can, your dearest friends.

And maybe that’s all they will be.

You toast to their scores and to them.

Din’s eyes hold a pained shine in them that makes your heart twist. Jack instead wears a rather terrifying steeled up composed face.

You feel empty taking this shot and only Jack throws his back with you. Din even doesn’t touch his drink.

This time the tequila goes down warm and numbing.

The alcohol begins to work its confidence magic in you as you tease Din for not wanting to drink with you. He however glares at you and you’re reminded of an unwavering mesquite tree.

Maybe this is a bad decision.

You can’t be selfish about this. These two found each other. All those moments you thought they had feelings you simply had read the situation wrong.

“Look,” you sigh now, deflated. “I’m sorry-”

Jack suddenly smacks his hand against the bar countertop. It’s aggressively firm, a loud startling whack of a noise.

“Dancin’.” Jack declares loudly. “We’re gonna dance.”

“What? You and him?” You ask over the music.

“No.” Jack snaps. “We’re all goin’. So get your asses up.”

Din scoffs.

Jack, with firm hands yanking on yours and Din’s sleeves, actually drags everyone to the dance floor.

You can’t comprehend what’s happening. The floor is heavily crowded and no one notices three more additions.

“I don’t dance.”

“I can’t dance.”

Both you and Din fling out the same hurried replies to Jack.

He barks a laugh.

“It ain’t about being good at dancin’. S’about feelin’ the music, feelin’ the beat.” He yells back and then instantly transforms into a commanding force.

Sliding behind you, Jack turns you around to face Din.

His and your eyes go wide.

Jack then reaches to yank at Din’s dusty jacket, effectively pulling him forward -

Straight to your front.

Your heart hammers loud in your ears, so loud it drowns out the music blaring.

“Relax.” Jack purrs out. “Just…feel.”

You want to bark back about how that’s easier said than done. But your tongue gets tied up so badly you can’t form words.

Then one of Jack’s solid hands moves to your hips while the other reaches across to rest against Din’s shoulder.

You’re locked into them.

Jack begins to move you slowly.

The music shifts into something sultry, almost aching to be a slow dance, but a lively beat keeps it moving. You didn’t even think country songs could have this kind of vibe. Even though Jack mainly guides your hips, you already start swaying to the beat on your own.

That’s when Jack slowly bumps and nudges his hip against yours, fully pressing you closer to Din.

The position isn’t lost on you. It’s undeniably intimate, overly sexual, and you’re worried how this looks to others in the bar.

Then Din presses forward firmer against you and your mind blanks for a moment. Now sandwiched between a cowboy canyon, a dangerous heat burst from your chest.

Jack moves his nose against your face.

“Relax gorgeous,” he whispers. “Just enjoy.”

Your eyes hazing over flicker to Din who stares out with a deep desire swimming in his eyes. Cautiously his hands now move to rest on your hips. One of them goes on top of Jack’s.

You swallow hard and pray the lingering liquid courage will bless you.

Deliberately, sensually, your hips wiggle and grind between the two of them. You might not be properly dancing right or even swaying to the beat, but desire is the one guiding your body.

Many times nights alone in your bed you've thought of them like this with you. And now, you’re here caught in the sticky heart of that passionate desire.

Din dives forward and presses his face against yours.

Jack groans as his nose buries into your hair. Their cowboy hats create a sort of cover over you casting a shade against the glittering bar lights.

You’re literally under their shadow.

“Oh baby.” Jack whimpers.

Your hands, which you awkwardly kept close to your chest almost afraid to touch this dream and have it pop like a soap bubble, now tingle. You want to touch them both as much as you can.

So one of your hands slides up to hold onto Jack’s face while your other runs up Din’s broad chest to his shoulder. Your hips continue to sway and grind between them.

Then, like a spark ignited, something shifts.

Maybe it’s more people crowding in on the dance floor, or the heat finally bubbling over, but you’re suddenly squished firmly between them, practically glued together. Din’s face, his striking nose, presses against yours while Jack burrows the side of his face against your cheek.

They purposely rut into you. You think this is maybe the closest taste of what it would feel like for them to fuck you and you drown in it.

With Din and Jack, both hard, grinding against your front and back, your eyes close. A debauched sensation sinks its claws into you. It’s sinful and utterly deliriously delicious. You worry you’re about to melt.

Lust rips through you, an incinerating beast, and you bow to it.

In that haze, Din leans down and licks the sweat on your neck. His tongue against your skin, electrifies you. You ascend out of your body and moan.

Your body bucks up hard begging for attention and release only to find you’re still firmly caught between a cowboy canyon.

Jack shushes you firm but low. “G’damn y’all ‘re gonna be the death of me.”

His voice slurs, almost sounded drunk in something dangerous. Din continues licking at your neck not stopping once.

Suddenly Jack moves and shifts your body. The jostling breaks the movement and snaps you aware, like you’re slowly waking up, wearily trying to recapture your focus.

Quickly he snags your hand and Din’s. Out of reflex you clutch onto Din’s jacket. Jack, now a focused man on a mission, guides the three of you out of the crowd.

“Where are we going?” Din mutters against your face.

“Don’t know.” You answer truthfully.

You can’t tell where Jack guides you. The haze still fogging up your focus keeps you surprisingly pliant. It also doesn’t help that Din now practically drapes himself against your back, a protective cowboy like cloak. His lips continue to softly try and kiss any inch of skin he can reach.

You never thought he’d be the greedier one.

Jack guides everyone down a hallway past the restrooms. He even shouts a friendly greeting at someone. Of course he would know people here.

“Get your asses in here.” Jack now growls and his accent seems stronger.

That’s where he opens a door to a small back office type room and barrels everyone inside.

Jack’s not gentle. He almost yanks everyone in like a panicking kid trying to hide something from their parents. The door slams behind him. You’re transported into a badly lit mess of an office.

Jack whips around, pitches forward and before you can react he moves to attack your neck alongside Din.

His tongue licks a possessive strip up to your jaw then starts biting at your skin.

A wild moan escapes you as your eyes blissfully close.

You’re burning up. Your body, now molten, is only held up by your cowboys pressing flat against you. Both Jack’s mustache and Din’s faint beard scrape against your skin beautifully. Two tongues maping out your skin makes your mind evaporate. Every inch of your body screams for them.

That’s when you feel Jack drag his tongue on your neck down towards Din.

With another playful nip at your skin, Jack moves to lick against Din’s mouth still on you.

The wildest moan escapes you and you almost come right then.

Both cowboys almost kiss each other while also trying to still taste at your neck has you absolutely dizzy.

It’s hot and consumes every inch of you. You’re panting ridiculously loud and you can’t even hold back your whines or whimpers anymore. Slick pools between your thighs and sticks to your body. Your neck feels just as wet with the spit covering your skin.

Suddenly a loud aggressive bang rattles the door and your perfect illusion pops.

Panic barrels into you like a wild bull and your eyes go wide.

But your cowboys react fast. Din protectively curls his sturdy arm over you and draws you closer. Jack whips around and stands protectively in front as if to block the view.

Thankfully no one opens the door.

“Ya better not be fuckin’ on my god damn couch, Daniels!” A man howls with laughter.

“No fuckin’ way in hell.” Jack hollers back. “Not when your nasty ol’ ass calls its home.”

From the other side of the door the owner of this room laughs electrically loud. The man smacks on the door twice, an almost playfully goodbye.

The blazing heat that was melting you now simmers out like a fast dying out ember. An awkwardness settles in its place.

Your mind sorts through the heavy doubts again. Were you just a toy for them to play with? And even though a more aggressive side urges you to just enjoy and not think more into this, you don't want to be seen as just an accessory to their duo.

So slowly and quietly you untangle yourself from them.

Din mutters your name slightly confused and Jack turns around looking towards you.

“Where ya headin’ out to, peach?” Jack asks surprisingly composed.

You quietly tell them you’re gonna head home. A thick tension returns, choking the room.

Din calls your name, solid and striking.

“We need to talk.” His words are firm.

You want to make a sarcastic quip that they weren’t much for talking a few moments ago. But you don’t. You want to go home, maybe wash your skin off till you reach bone. You want to wash them away because it’s sinking in.

This last taste of desire is maybe your goodbye.

“Now why ya gotta make it sound like we’re talkin’ about a goddamn funeral, darlin’?!” Jack huffs annoyed.

Din shoots him a sharp annoyed look.

Darlin’

You’ve never heard Jack call his fellow cowboy that.

His nicknames for Din ranged from ‘pigeon’ to ‘sourpuss’ all were affectionately teasing in nature. Now the tender pet name holds the unspoken truth, as if seeing them kissing didn’t solidify it earlier.

“I’m sorry, I just…I read this wrong…” your voice becomes small and deflated. You would head home with a broken pride, but you didn’t want to be bitter about this.

Your eyes flicker up to them.

“You two… I’m glad you both found each other.” You smile weakly, the strongest attempt at being honorable and good. Yet the words turn to ash on your tongue.

You promise you’ll text them when you get home and now turn to leave again.

“The fuck s’that all about?” Jack snarls and his words snap your spine straight.

“Jack.” Din chides him sharp and your attention whips back to them a bit panicked.

Anger, along with the faintest edge of annoyance, colors Jack’s handsome face as he glares at you.

Your face scrunches up confused. What is he so upset about?

“The three of us were practically just humping like fuckin’ barn animals in heat and you wanna say shit like that?” A hot flash runs in Jack’s eye and you swear he even sounds hurt.

“Don’t say it like that.” Din glares.

Your eyes flicker between them and an edge of panic starts crawling on your skin.

“Wait, what?” You mutter out confused.

Silence suffocates the room and it feels like you’ve entered into a classic western standoff waiting to see who will strike first.

“Oh baby,” Jack’s gentle exhale shatters the moment as his eyes stare so directly at you. “Ya haven’t realized it?”

“What?” You squeak out confused.

“We’re crazy for ya… like a bunch of fools tangled up in a damn lasso.”

Jack’s words ignite a flurry of sparks within your chest that knock you breathless.

Turning towards Din, you notice his Stetson hat slid off, possibly during the heat of the moment earlier. But it allows you the clearest view of his gruff face and you think he’s never looked younger. His face is open. Hesitation and worry linger in Din’s dark road eyes reminding you of how secretly tender hearted this cowboy is.

Then Din nods so slowly, agreeing.

You almost choke on an inhale.

The sudden thought of picking between them has a fanged spike of anxiety rushing through you.

You didn’t want to pick. But, were you being selfish because of that?

Sensing your hesitation, or catching whatever emotions now flood your face, both cowboys now hesitantly move towards you.

“Talk to us, please.” Din softly urges.

Your voice cracks, tripping on itself annoyingly conflicted. But you manage to cough out that you don’t think you can pick between them. You don’t think you ever could and you’re worried your heart might not even handle it.

“Oh sweet baby,” Jack breathes out.

Suddenly the back of his hand tenderly strokes your cheek. Din gently glides his hand to your back and softly rubs you soothingly.

Your heart jumps into your throat at their sudden shift in affections.

“You don’t have to worry…or pick.” Din explains softly and with comfort.

Wait.

“You both…” you exhale shakily. “You two want me? Want us?”

For some reason, the notion of ‘us’ strikes you right then and there. That idea of you and them becoming an ‘us’ feels like the most natural progression in your mind.

Your best friend, when you told her about you and these cowboys, had cautiously asked if there was maybe a possibility of a poly type relationship happening. You immediately shot her down, not even wanting to think of the option.

But if you had been honest, a part of you started feeling guilty at the thought of wanting that. You enjoyed spending time with Jack just as much as Din. And you enjoyed spending time with them together.

Now you stand on the new ground of something beautiful waiting for you to step into.

“Sweetheart, hate to break it to ya…but we’ve been an us even before our dumbasses even realized it.” Jack snorts.

Din rolls his eyes and you snicker. But Jack is right.

Tentative date-like nights included Jack joining. Jack constantly invited both you and Din to his ridiculously lavish RV he used for the rodeo road trip days. That eventually led to days where you and Jack waited together for Din to finish. Or Din and you watching Jack practice. Din even began bringing his adoptive son over and Jack took to the baby like a fish to water.

This path you unknowingly had been on now is about to be crystalized before you and it warms every bit of your soul.

But a sharp fanged doubt suddenly gnaws at you.

“Wait,” your voice wavers. “This…this isn’t the alcohol talking right?”

Din sighs, shaking his head no but Jack answers first.

“‘Fraid not gorgeous. Been wanting this for a while.”

All worries get snipped and float out of your body leaving you so limitless.

Din leans to draw you into his side embrace and burrows his face against you.

“Sorry we didn’t discuss this sooner.” He mutters. “It all just…kind of happened.”

You understand and lean back against him. Din exhales shaky, soaked in a relief you can almost feel in your bones.

“Now, now, you two angels can’t go leavin’ out ‘ol Jack.” Of course Jack chimes in.

“Maybe it’s time we rethink this.” Din dryly comments and you laugh when Jack squawks out like a disgruntled crow.

But he effortlessly manages to borrow against both you and Din. It’s a little cluster, a soft clanging of bodies, but it’s cozy and feels right.

Someone yells outside the door laughing and your heart jumps.

“Whose office are we even in?” Din mutters out.

“Jimmy’s. Well technically mine too since I own the bar with him.” Jack casually drops.

Of course he did.

“And as cozy as it is here,” Jack adds gently. Both of their hands now intertwine against your hip.

“I say we move this little party somewhere nicer, like let’s say…my trailer?” Jack offers.

His RV is nice. Din’s is very spartan compared to Jack’s that had a full king sized bed and jacuzzi.

They truly are your sun and moon, so opposite and yet so beautifully brightening up your sky. A beautiful buoyant bliss fills you knowing you’re in their orbit, just as much as they’re in yours.

Din’s baby boy is a fidgety one. While he enjoys running around, he also loves to watch the world form anyone’s welcoming arms.

Which at the moment happens to be yours.

The baby chews happily on his favorite adorable stuffed longhorn plushie while the two of you enjoy the peace of the arena.

Without the noise, the yells and commotion of the crowd, or the sea of cowboy hats, the arena is strangely quiet, almost church-like in its own way. You understand now how it can even inspire a deep devotion.

After all, you see it through the eyes of two cowboys.

The baby happily shrieks and begins twisting in your arms. You turn to see what’s gotten his attention.

“Why howdy there my lil’ tumbleweed!” Jack warmly cries out and without hesitation scoops the sweet little boy into his arms.

The baby squeals in delight as Jack peppers him with kisses. Your heart melts at the sight.

“Don’t worry, didn’t forget about you too darlin’.” Jack winks and leans to kiss you soft now.

His mustache tickles your lips and you smirk. He also playfully and lightly smacks your bottom. You shoot him a look while Jack innocently shrugs.

“Our cowboy come out yet?” He asks.

You shake your head. Not yet. Din being ever the respectful man he is, allowed the others to use the practice bull first and took the last slot available for the practice times.

However, his team and the others arrive just as fast. Din steps out, the true silent assassin he’s regarded as. He’s memorizing to watch, so deeply focused and intense.

The baby now whines at being held and demands to be put down.

“Don’t worry I’ll watch him, you watch Din.” You reassure Jack while he places baby boy on his feet. The baby immediately waddles away, absolutely giddy to be free.

“Lil’ stinker.” Jack affectionately teases with adoration shining in his eyes.

Your eyes now watch the curious little babe you treasure so dearly. Behind you though, the training starts.

The clang of the chute being prepared and the commotion of the team getting ready fills the arena.

Then the alarm blares. The loud noise has the baby jolting in surprise. Before he can cry at the sudden noise, you quickly scurry over and swoop him back in your arms. You playfully press a loud raspberry against his sweet chubby cheeks and he giggles.

The noise of the ride erupts with the thrashing of the bull and the upheaval of the dirt.

Then, it’s all over.

“Attaboy!” Jack cries with a loud proud clap.

The baby, now fully distracted by the commotion, seems happy in your arms again as you approach Jack’s side.

Quickly your gaze goes to the arena to make sure Din’s alright.

“How did he do?” You ask about Din.

“Better! Still ain’t as good as yesterday's time but rides like these just help keep ya warm and flexible.” Jack explains.

With the bull settled, Din moves towards Vanth to discuss the ride.

Din draws his helmet up and already has so much sweat on his face. It’s unfair how handsome he is, rugged and adorably scruffy.

“Bweh!” The baby happily spots his papa and squeaks.

The noise causes all in the ring to turn towards where you three stand. Cobb Vanth grins kindly and Din’s eyes soften immediately spotting your little cheering group.

“Yeah lil cowpoke, you didn’t get to see how good your papa was, but he did great.” Jack coo’s as he softly smooths out the baby’s hair.

With a pat on the back from his manager, Din jogs over to you and Jack.

It’s unique, this new carved out existence of yours with them. But it’s beautiful and feels as if it’s always meant to be, like this has been in your veins long before you even knew.

Din reaches the edge of the ring and you and Jack shower him with praise. It’s adorable watching him get flustered at all the attention given to him, especially when you lean and Jack lean to kiss his cheeks.

“Seems like your ridin’s was a little rusty today though, cowboy.” Jack purrs. “Maybe we should all have a nice private lesson after this.”

“Hope those lessons aren’t with you. Last time you were out by the second count.” Din, like the surprisingly snarky man he is, effortlessly replies back as snatches the baby wiggling trying to for him.

Jack squawks hilariously upset and you snicker as your heart fills to the brim.

The arena is quiet, a sacred space that watches over all of you together like this. And it’s special, having this moment here with both of them.

You think there might not be many country songs about snagging two cowboys, but it’s okay.

You find this song in your heart feels eternal.

#omg first fic of the series AHHH and if you’re reading this know I’m seating you front row to this rodeo thank you forever #let’s rodeo fic series #cowboy din djarin #din djarin x reader #din djarin x f!reader #Jack Daniels x reader #Jack Daniels x f!reader #agent whiskey x reader #Din Djarin x Reader x Jack Daniels #din djarin x you #Jack 🤎 #Din 🩶 #cowboys like us tag

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Be Realistic ( Leon x reader)

Short blurb because I'm in a mood - Yes based off of that Britney broski audio lmao Warnings: low self esteem reader, body issues ALSO I LOVE ASHLEY GUYS SO DW DW SHES MY BBG SHE JUST SEEMED APPROPRIATE TO USE IN THIS SCENARIO LMAO

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Rebecca and you sat at the edge of the backyard, both of you sprawled out on the lawn chairs. Claire had thrown a summer pool party, deciding it'd be a smart idea to invite people from work. Ada and Claire were chatting among themselves, sipping away at their colorful drinks, Luis urging everyone to put on sunscreen, and Carlos, Jill, and Chris having a competition to see who could do the best cannonball. Among the partygoers was Ashley Graham, the owner of the house in which Claire was throwing the party.

"She's so gorgeous," Rebecca comments, her sunglasses protecting her brown doe eyes.

"I know." You added, the two of you ogling at Ashley's beauty. She wore a cute brown-colored two-piece, with a metal ring in the front that held the top together, which accentuated her complexion and made her appear like a Victoria's Secret model.

"Hey guys, have any of you seen Leon?" Ashley called out, holding the deflated pink dolphin in her hands.

His name made your stomach twist, and you swear you could've felt your heart pang. The way his name rolled off her tongue was so natural, almost melodic.

"Right here." Leon came out from behind the glass sliding doors. He was the only one still in his normal clothes, deciding he was too cool or some shit for the pool party.

The man walked his way along the perimeter of the pool to Ashley. His muscles showing as he carried the air pump to the girl.

"Dumbass, why did you bring it all the way out here?" Chris commented.

"Easy access." Came Leon's response.

"Thanks, Leon!" Ashley beamed, her pouty pink lips curling into a smile that even made your heart flutter. Leon stood close to her, handing his hand out for her to give him the floaty. She complied, and handed it over, their exchange making your eyes lose their gleam.

"My hero." Ashley was excited, her floaty finally being of use.

Rebecca noticed you from the corner of her eyes. She knew about your little huge crush on Leon. The girl watched as your face crept with sadness- dare she say- disappointment.

"Kind of funny how he's still in his normal clothes." She tries to distract you. "Typical Leon."

You looked at her and smiled, "I know. I was hoping to see him shirtless." The two of you giggled, letting out cackles, Ada and Claire looking your way to see what the commotion was about.

"Why don't you go ask him to take it off?" She teased, turning her body to look at you.

"Hmm, maybe." You said boldly, even though you knew you'd rather fall in the pool and drown than do that.

"Bet. You won't." She smirked, challenging you.

"Pftt I totally would." You played yourself up.

"Then go." Rebecca eyes you.

After being riled up by Rebecca, a burst of confidence shot threw you. It couldn't be that hard right? You and Leon bantered and flirted on missions before, so what difference would this make? Plus it was totally appropriate for you to tell him off about his weird pool attire or rather lack of it.

"Watch me Chambers." You told your best friend as you got up from the lawn chair. You were wearing a (top of your choice) that you brought a size too small to make your figure pop. The shorts that you wore were Rebbeca's basketball shorts that she had let you borrow last minute after you changed your mind about wearing a one-piece.

Feeling confident in your tight outfit you began to strut toward Leon and Ashley, the sun's beams hitting the floor making the cement beneath your feet warm. As you approached you caught a glimpse of yourself in the glass sliding doors. Immediately your confidence shrank.

How could you have been so delusional to wear this out? It looked nothing like the way you pictured it in your head. Your model like posture returned to that of a hunchback as you shamefully scurried past Leon and Ashley, walking along the whole edge of the pool, stopping by the coolers to grab two waters, and heading back to a frowning Rebecca.

Leon and Ashley to focused on judging Chris and Carlos' Cannonballs to notice you.

"What happened?" She ask as she noticed the shift in your demeanor.

"Nothing." You sighed handing her a water.

"(Y/n) we already have water." She pushes her sunglasses up to her head as she stares at you. You take a seat on the same lawn chair.

You whined. "Why didn't you tell me I looked like shit?" It was only loud enough for her to hear.

"What you don't though.." She reassures you as she places a hand on your back. "(Y/n) you look hot!"

You didn't believe it. Surely she was only saying this because as your best friend she was obligated to. Your mind flashed back to the image of you in the glass doors. Your hair was flat yet awfully frizzy at the same time, you stood like a toddler who barely knew how to walk, and your legs looked like they were overflowing in Rebecca's tiny shorts. To make things worse you were sure the chlorine from your previous dip had made your skin look all dry.

You looked around for the oversized shirt you came here in. When you found it you shielded your body from the eyes of the partygoers.

"(Y/n).." Rebecca looked concerned.

"I don't know why I even tried talking to him. I probably look like an idiot." You leaned on Rebecca's shoulder as you two blankly watched the Beefy Brazillian splash into the pool.

"Because you like him. And I'm pretty sure he likes you too." She giggled.

"No- he likes Ashley." You said defeated, your emotions coming out now that you'd made yourself vulnerable. You saw the way those two looked at each other. They had something you wish you had with Leon.

"I don't think so." She wraps her arm around your waist. Smirking when she notices Leon glance over at you two.

"I think I'm just gonna accept my Leon-less life." You said leaning into your friend for comfort. Your eyes occasionally glancing over at an out of place Leon as he shouts at Chris.

"What? You're just not gonna try?"

You sighed. "There's really no point Becca."

She scoffed, "(Y/n)- you're totally out of his league. You can get him if you wanted to."

"Becca!" You groaned, your inner teen always came out when hanging out with her. "I can't. Have you seen the way she looks? She can get him!" You laughed, deciding to find the humor in your failed attempts at love.

"Oh (Y/n) you can too!" Her short hair bounced as she shaked you.

You turned around your hand practically digging into 's shoulder as you stared at her dead in the eye. "Be realistic. Be so fucking for real." You shook her back, your voice that of a goblins.

The two of you laughed as you spewed out nonsensical noises.

The conversation then shifted to celebrity crushes, "You think I have a chance with Josh Hutcherson?" Rebecca lays down on the lawn chair.

"Hundred percent yes." You replied, "What about me and Nick cage?"

"I see that." Rebecca smirks.

"Wait. What about me and Da-" Before you could finish your sentence Leon's shadow loomed over you, causing both you and Rebecca to jump.

"What about you and who?" He asked as he took a seat on the lawn chair you were previously on.

Your heart fell to your ass. "Oh my god you scared me." You and Rebecca giggled.

"You're not going in the pool?" Leon asked, leaning back in the chair.

"You know we were about to ask you the same thing. What's up with the clothes Kennedy?" Rebecca raised an eyebrow, she then nudged your shoulder.

"Yeah, lose the shirt, Leon." You said on cue. A fire growing in your stomach.

"I will if you do." He hooked his hands under his grey shirt as he began to pull it off.

Scratch that. The fire in your stomach was now a full-on Volcano.

#fanfic #xreader #reader insert #resident evil #leon kennedy #leon kennedy x reader #leon kennedy x you #leon kennedy x y/n #pool party #rebecca chambers #ashley graham #claire redfield #chris redfield #carlos oliveira #luis sera resident evil #ada wong #jill valentine #resident evil x reader

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Drunken Nights (Hobie Brown x Reader)

Gender neutral reader

Word count: 2.1k

Sum: Hobie takes care of you after a long night out. Liquid courage reveals some hidden feelings. Reader has anxiety (Reader is a jumper (of conclusions :)) Fluff. Also, everyone is 18+ in this scenario. Some nakedness is involved but nothing crazy. Hobie is a big acts of service guy <3. Also, reader is a sweet, sweet summer child.

You were nervous, to say the least.

As you stood in line, waiting to get into the venue, you couldn’t help the racing thoughts that filled your head. Sure, you and Hobie had been seeing each other for a couple months now, but you couldn’t shake the feeling that your surprise appearance at his gig might be a bit too intimate for what was, initially, supposed to be a casual hook-up.

Coming out here, and seeing him perform in a crowd with his friends, felt like a step towards uncharted territory.

With a quick glance at your ID and a nod from the bouncer, you make a quick beeline to the bar. You order and chug your drink in quick succession, trying to calm your nerves and the spiral your mind seems determined to take you on. As you get started on your second drink, a pair of bright red Jordans comes into view.

“Sick shoes” you comment. Normally you would keep to yourself, but it seems your mouth and the double-shot vodka cran you just drank, have other plans.

“Thanks” the boy replies. Getting a better look at him he barely looks 18, and by the way his gaze darts around the room nervously, seems to feel just as out of place.

‘Welp’ you think while taking a sip ‘might as well keep the conversation goin’

“So, what are you here for? The booze? The people?”. Looking out into the hoard of heavily tattooed and pierced bodies and back to the boy in what seems to be… a school uniform? with red and black gloves?

“Though, I’m gonna take a wild guess and say that you’re not in it for the crowd”

The boy glances down at his outfit, then back up at you, rubbing the back of his head sheepishly. “Actually, I’m here to see the band playing tonight, but I got caught up with a ro-“ he startles as if saying something he shouldn’t have “I mean studying, that I forgot to change”

“Really?” You fix him with a surprised expression “Wouldn’t have taken you for the punk rock type, you a fan or something?”

The boy smiles to himself “Yeah, I guess you could say that”

“Well, the name’s Y/N” You hold out your hand to shake “and you? Fanboy”

“Miles,” he says sliding his hand into yours “Miles Morales”

**(the cutoff word is robbery) Also Miles is wearing black and red gloves cus he forgot to change out of his suit, oh miles, lol**

Just as you down your second drink and turn to the bartender to get a third for you and your new best friend, ear-splitting microphone feedback fills the room.

“Hello, hello, hello” the speaker on the mic calls out.

You’d recognize that voice anywhere. With your third drink in hand, you turn and look up to see Hobie Brown, looking unbelievably gorgeous under the bright spotlights. “The name’s ‘Obie, ‘Obie Brown and this is my crew” he waves a ringed finger at the musicians behind him “we call ourselves, Eradication!”

The crowd erupts into cheers and you swear you see a few girls swooning in Hobie’s direction. You take a deep swig from your glass, this, is going to be a looong night.

And with that, the band begins throwing themselves into the music. Everyone is amazing, especially the pink-haired drummer in the back, but nothing, or rather no one could compare to Hobie. Sure, he sounded amazing in the confines of your bedroom, but the stage was where he truly belonged. For the next few songs, you can barely take your eyes off him as he seems completely enraptured in a complicated guitar solo, sweat dripping off his forehead in a show of pure concentration. His piercings glint in the light as he head bangs and dances around, absolutely commanding the stage. He is, truly, mesmerizing to watch.

A nudge at your side breaks your rapt attention, and you turn to see Miles half-smirking at you.

“Someone’s got a little crush”

You scoff, trying to brush it off, but say nothing. He truly had no idea. God knows the alcohol has gotten you loose-lipped already and you don’t want to risk revealing more to Miles than he needs to know. Even with your silence, Miles seems to take this as a silent acknowledgment and chuckles at your blushing face, turning his attention back to the show.

By now the night is winding down and more often you notice the chemistry between Hobie and the drummer, as they jam out and steal winks and smiles at each other in-between songs.

Maybe it was a bad idea to come here. You take a look at your half-finished glass and begin throwing the rest of it back, because 1. Mama didn’t raise no quitters and 2. You weren’t about to let any of your 12$ investment go down the drain.

In the time it takes for you to finish and start paying off your tab at the counter, the band has already stopped playing.

“Thank you, thank you everyone. We hope you’ve enjoyed the show, Eradication out!” A final wave of cheers is heard from the audience, as the band jumps off the stage before they circle the band in a sort of meet-and-greet fashion.

Now! Now’s your chance to escape! Before you can even begin making your way towards the exit, a hand grabs your wrist and pulls you through the crowd.

“Hey, Hobie!” Miles greets “This is Y/N, they’re your biggest fan” he teases.

“Y/N?” a low voice questions.

You turn, maybe a bit too quickly, and stumble right into the arms of the person you were trying to escape. Maybe that third drink was a bit overkill. You steady, then look up to see Hobie’s lips curved up in a curious smile.

“Hey” you say shyly, your face heating up, but you’d sooner blame it on the alcohol than on the effect he has over you.

“Hey” he echos back. “I didn’t know you were coming, no calls or texts” he lifts his phone in mock hurt.

“I was trying to surprise you” you whisper, unable to meet his warm eyes.

“Well, you are without a doubt, the prettiest surprise I’ve ever received”.

And without breaking his gaze, he lifts your hand and places a soft kiss against your knuckles. Your heart stalls before remembering to beat. Hobart-fucking-Brown would surely be the death of you.

And with that, Hobie places a gentle hand around your waist and turns to introduce you to the rest of the team. There’s Fish on bass, Cedric on the keys, and finally the very talented Gwen on drums. Absolutely nothing can prepare you for the tight embrace Gwen wraps you in once the two of you are introduced.

“Oh my gosh, you’re the Y/N!!!” She squeals, giving you a wide smile and squeezing you even tighter than you ever thought possible.

“It is so good to finally meet you! Hobie talks about you all the time” she rambles “In fact, I just caught him grinning at his phone the other day, over a pic of the two of you. And sometimes I even catch him mumbling your name in his sleep after practice. It’s honestly too cute, he really is in-“

“Okayyy” Hobie interjects, cutting her off “that’s enough out of you Gwendy”

“Oops” Gwen snorts “sorry bout that, I can get a little carried away sometimes”

You turn to grin at Hobie, half-whispering “I like her honesty”. Hobie just shuts his eyes, shaking head in utter disbelief.

The rest of the night goes without a hitch. You all do a round of shots together (which might be a bad idea, but fuck it). You and Gwen bond over female rock bands and tease Miles over his obsession with action figures. And Hobie holds your hand the entire time, looking at you fondly as you become one of the crew.

As you stifle a yawn, Hobie begins to stand, picking you up along with him.

“I think that’s our cue” he says, holding out your jacket for you to shrug on “I’ve got to get this one home, you got a place to stay tonight Gwen?”

“Yea, I’m gonna crash at Mile’s tonight so you two go on ahead”

You think it’s odd of Hobie to ask where Gwen’s staying, but you’re honestly too bleary-eyed and buzzed to question it further.

“Bye everyone” you wave tiredly.

“Bye Y/N! Bye Hobie!” they echo back.

Then the two of you are out the door. At nearly 2am the streets of London are quiet and the two of you walk in comfortable silence, hand in hand. It isn’t till you hear water splashing and gulls overhead, that you realize you aren’t heading towards your apartment at all.

“Where are we?”

Hobie guides you carefully down a set of creaky wooden stairs, down to the docks, and finally stops at a giant canal boat.

“This” he gestures, waving an arm outward “is my home”

But Hobie never brings you back to his place. It’s always yours, that you end up spending the night at. As you look on at the ship in slight awe, Hobie wraps his hands around your waist, and lowers you down onto the deck, before jumping down next to you. As he leads you through the boat you realize it really is a full-on floating house. There’s a kitchen, some twin guest beds, a couch with a TV, and finally, you end up in the master suite, Hobie’s room.

It’s so him, from the guitars lined up against the wall, to a god save the Queen poster, and even a funny spider doodle on some of the walls, everywhere you look, there he is. As you marvel at the museum that is Hobie Brown’s room, he unzips your jacket and begins to make quick work on your button-up.

“What are you doing?”

He cocks an eyebrow your way but doesn’t show any signs of stopping as he reaches for the zipper at your waistband.

“Getting you, ready for bed” his eyes linger slightly as he helps you shed your clothes, but it isn’t the same one of hunger you usually find when you’re in this situation, instead it’s one of pure affection. After the two of you undress, he leads you to the bathroom.

“You have a shower on this damn thing?!”

He gives you an incredulous look “Do you think I’m some sort of heathen? Of course, there’s a bloody shower”

It’s a tight squeeze, but the two of you manage to fit comfortably pressed up against one another under the shower head. As the warm water heats you up from the cold London night, Hobie takes a bit of shampoo and begins rubbing it into your scalp, making funny shapes with your lathered up hair. Each of you take turns with the conditioner until finally you step back out into Hobie’s room, all toasty and clean.

As you detangle your hair with a hot pink hairbrush you can only assume is Gwen’s, Hobie shows up by your side freshly dressed, holding an oversized (or rather for him, appropriately sized) t-shirt and a pair of boxers.

“Arms up” he instructs.

Doing as you’re told, Hobie slides the Spider-Man t-shirt over your head. Then kneels down, to let you use his shoulder as a crutch while you step into the plaid boxers. He presses a kiss against your inner thigh, making your breath hitch, before rising back up and pulling you towards the bed.

Under the covers, in the darkness, there’s a moment of quiet before-

“Hobie?”

“Yea, love?”

The endearment makes your heart flutter.

“We’re dating, right? Like boyfriend, (preferred romantic title), level dating?”

Another beat of silence lapses, until Hobie abruptly turns the bedside lamp back on.

“Have you not known that we’ve been together for the past two weeks?” He looks at you in disbelief.

“Well, you always said you hated labels and we never really talked about” you wave your finger back and forth “this”

“Shit, that’s true" he admits sheepishly "but I’ve been calling and introducing you as ‘babe’ and 'darling' whenever we’re out”

You share a look, then laugh at the total lack of communication skills between the both of you. After sharing a quick kiss, Hobie reaches out to turn the lamp back off.

“Hobie?” You call out again.

“Yes, Y/N?”

“I love you”

This time there are no beats of silence or hesitation.

“I love you too”

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Time frame: Hobie + Reader have been seeing each other a little under 3 months and actually dating-dating for 2 weeks.

OMG my first fanfic!!! I hope y’all enjoy and please feel free to leave any comments <3

#across the spiderverse #hobie brown #hobie brown x reader #hobie x reader #hobie brown x you #hobie x you #hobie brown x y/n #hobie brown fluff #hobie brown imagine #miles morales #gwen stacy #I'm a sucker for acts of service <3 TT

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Hi, can I ask for a Scenario where Shinobu, Kanae and Mitsuri are comforting the male S/O they have a secret crush on.

How would they deal with knowing that S/o's fiancée abandoned him at the altar and admitted to cheating with other people?

How would they comfort you? And How Would They Cope With S/O Thinking It's His Fault For Not Being Good Enough For His Ex-Fiancée.

Material Gurl

Despite the anger Shinobu felt she still went to your side instead of going to kill your ex fiancé. She sat down next to you, slightly glad that she wore her best kimono.

You say there with your head in your hands. Tears on your face and rings abandoned like you at the alter. Her hands rested on your shoulder while she pulled you closer to her. You allowed yourself to rest your head on hers.

“(Y/n)-kun, you’re going to be okay. She’s stupid if she left you and slept with other people.” She whispered in a low, heavy tone. Her eyes rested on your face, waiting for acknowledgment.

All that was heard was your sniffles. After catching your breath you turned to her, “Why?”

“Huh?”

“I gave her everything and then she left me. Why?”

“Ah,” she slightly smiled. “She’s stupid.”

The look of betrayal was in your eyes. “No she’s not! I’m clearly not that good of a fiancé is she’s goes to other men! God how can I be so stupid!” You cried further into your hands all while Shinobu listened.

Her hand went up to your face, cupping your checks. She pulled your face towards her and before you could say anything she kissed you. You two kissed for what felt like hours but was only a couple of seconds. Flabbergasted, you stared at her as she smile while studying your facial features.

“You’re the perfect one (Y/n)-kun

Kanae sat there with a sad smile on her face. You two had arrived at her house after the wedding. You were drinking every single bottle of alcohol you could find and you were a complete mess. Of course, she felt bad for you and she hated seeing you like this.

”It’s my fault. It’s unfair for her,” you slurred your words while waving around the bottle. “I should be better.”

“(Y/n)-kun,” she sighed. “It’s not your fault. She should be better and is great that she’s no longer with you.”

“What?” You looked up at her with betrayal.

“Not like that! It’s just,” she looked at you. Her soft gaze made you blush and even more of a mess. Her hand went out towards yours and she held it while staring into your eyes. “She’s a bad person. You deserve better than that and you need someone who truly loves you.”

For a couple of moments there was only silence. Until you threw you head back with laughter. You laughed into the air as she stared at you with surprise.

“And who would that be? Huh? I thought she was the one and look, I’m the problem. So she left.”

She took the bottle from you. “I could think of a few people who are better.”

Now this peaked your interest. “Who?”

She crouched in front of you. Your two faces lined up. Her eyes lingered on your lips for a while until they met your eyes. “Me,” she whispered into your lips. Her hands had met with yours as she pulled you to your feet. Her smile made you forget everything.

“Marry me?”

“Slow down (Y/n)-kun.”

All she could was blushed as she saw your handsome face cry. Oh how happy she was that you came to her. Although she was unhappy with the situation. You cried into her shoulder with your arms wrapped around her. You went on and on about the cheating and the lies and the wedding, as if she wasn’t there. She couldn’t help but to be thankful to your ex for bringing you into her arms.

“Thank you.”

“Huh?” You looked up at her as she covered her mouth due to embarrassment.

“Nothing,” she squeaked. “Um. Do you want some food. That always makes me feel better.”

You sniffled whine slowly shaking your head. Without hesitation she got up and ran to her kitchen. Within minutes she brought out a stack of bowls that were taller than her.

You chuckled, comparing to her to a child before helping her.

She huffed and refused your help. “I got it!”

After a couple of hours, after all the bowls were empty, you two layer outside in the grass. The sky was setting and the tones changed from a cool blue to a light orange. You looked at the clouds while all she could look at was you. Her eyes traced your features as her cheeks went warm.

Unknowingly, her hand went towards your face. You both froze before she rolled away flustered. She as screaming into her hands while you laughed.

“Mitsuri. Come back.”

“Huh?” Your smile tempted her. “Oh! Alright.” She rolled back but before she could lay down you pulled her into your arms. “(Y/n)-kun?” She stuttered.

Your face was buried into her neck. She could feel your breath go down her spine. She smiled to herself as she rested. You two feel asleep until the next morning, waking up to the clouds.

#x male reader #x male y/n #demon slayer x male reader #demon slayer x reader #male reader #shinobu x m!reader #shinobu x male reader #kanae x male reader #mitsuri x m!reader #mitsuri x male reader #venuscrashed

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Sweet Scenario?

In summary :

boyfriend! Itoshi Rin that tries to cheer his girlfriend up up! • Fluffy fluff

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He really remember and will never forget of his girlfriend behaviour that is in fact so adorable and sweet.

'Like a cute little kid. So adorable, sweet, and hard to resist..'

The one where he's feeling down and his girlfriend tried her bestest of best to cheer him up.

Therefore, this time when he knows she's feeling down, he would like to cheer her up!

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That time, when the school bell rang immediately the girl from another school rush to the school her boyfriend appointed at.

Luckily for her, her boyfriend's appointed school still hasn't ringing their bell to signing school has ended.

She's resting her back against the wall and regaining her composure as she recall the moments that makes her came here.

It's just girl intuitive perhaps, from the text he gave her, she could tell he's in a not so good mood.

Therefore she wants to cheer him up the best way she could!

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"Rin!"

Her voice vividly catched by his hearing.

It brought him a surprise despite having less energy for social interaction. But for her.. of course, she's the only exception.

Not to mention that he do remember that her school were quite afar from his so her presence here is something he will never expect of. And her presence always made him feel better.

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"(Y/n)? What are you doing here-"

He clearly gets surprised by her once she immediately without saying anything, engulfing him in a tight hug.

Rin could feel his body soon relaxed as a soft smile latched on his lips while he close his eyes, enjoying the hug his girlfriend gives him.

"You always there to make me feel like I'm a very special and loved man.."

"Thank you.."

Rin couldn't help but let out a little giggle when he felt his girlfriend let out a soft agreement noise.

"Ung!"

'Gosh, it's illegal to be this adorable..'

When he found his girlfriend release the hug, he's a little disappointed but he immediately smiles as soon her fingers cup his face gently.

"I love youuuu!!!"

He held her hands that placed on his face softly as his eyes fixated on hers and smile warmly.

"I love you more than you could imagine.."

.

"I'm home." I said to inform my mother and little siblings, though it took me a little bit surprised when I saw a shoes that's familiar that doesn't belong to our family on the rack.

And I guess my family were outside by the less noise my house emit.

I let out a tired sigh when I saw him sitting up straight on the sofa.

"Itoshi, why are you here?" I said tiredly while placing my bag down on the floor and take two glass of water for me and him to drink.

He follow my figure to the kitchen and back to the living room.

He gives a dissatisfied hum. "Itoshi?"

"I'm not in my energetic side I suppose, so please don't mind this side of me."

"I love every side of you (n/n)."

"Thank you."

"So?" I give him a tired look as I took a sip on the water.

"Nothing in particular. I just want to see my girlfriend." He let out a charming smile. "Do you mind if i sit beside you?"

"Go ahead."

After he gets my agreement, he gets up and sit beside me.

And he looks at me for some seconds before engulfing me tightly. His action gives me a surprise. He's sure a touchy guy but I just unprepared.

But feeling I doesn't returning his hug, his body tensed. "is it okay for me to hug you?" As he said that, he release his body from mine.

"..."

I was quiet for a minute before giving him an approval and he in a blink of eyes already engulfing me tightly.

This time I hug him back.

"My love, I love you. I love you a lot. I love you so much. I love you plenty. I love you I love you."

By his sweet action of course I'm no longer in a bad mood.

I'm now a blushing mess as I bury my head on the crook of his neck while saying soft 'stop it..' whenever he says 'i love you's or complimenting me.

.

His wish to cheer her up is a success!!

@sereinordic

#itoshi rin #rin itoshi x reader #x fem!reader #bllk x reader #fluff

[aclowntiny]

Hii! First of all, congrats con 600 followers, you deserve that and so many more, I'm literally in love with your work :) I was wondering if I could request a San scenario with the following prompts (from the lists you reblogged):

“Urgh, why do you always insist on doing nice things for me?” “Because I enjoy it.”

“Can’t you just accept when people do nice things for you?” “No, I can’t.”

“The only reason why I’m letting you get away with shit like this is because I like you, you dense fucking cabbage.”

I was thinking kind of best friend au, but they both have feelings for eachother, BUT, they're both in denial about it. You can decide how the rest goes, thank you so muh in advance!! ~

yELLS thanks sweetheart 🥲 in love with my work whAT 🥹💕 thank you for being here with me! I love this request so here is your SAN-ario 😄 ps: look up the definition of mon petit chou I dare you

Mon Petit Chou- Best Friend!San x Gender Neutral!Reader

Word Count: 2282 | Best Friends to Lovers | Warnings: language, mention of drinking but no actual drinking lol, slightly suggestive?

You weren’t sure when the fuck this all started, just that you hated it with the burning passion of a thousand suns.

Your life had been peaceful, safe, mundane even, and so help you if you’d ever complained about it you were going to invent time travel just to go back and smack yourself one in the face for it.

Somehow, against all common sense, bro or whatever codes, and hope of joy you’d developed feelings for your best friend. The two of you had known each other for the past four years, meeting in your final year of high school at the dance of all places. Neither of you dated then, so you were there in a state others perceived as ‘alone’, each of you seeing it as with friends, with the while school, and leaping into the fray of energetic dancing. And that was how you ended up doing the cupid shuffle together and, for some reason, the old YMCA routine. You’d shook and jumped to Taylor Swift’s Shake it Off and the legendary Amor Fati by Kim Yeonja, all the simultaneously memed and beloved songs you could dream of. Some people assumed you were a couple and you two burst out laughing as you told them you’d literally just met. Like, you exchanged names after they said that.

San was easy to talk to, especially after seeing each other in sweaty teenage abandon first. He was no pressure, no butterflies- until now, for some forsaken reason, when your heart had decided to abandon all reason and beat like a mother when San pulled you into a hug or smiled that dimpled smile you’d looked at countless times- why was it special now?

Sure, you’d always acknowledged he was good-looking, but in the way people talked about celebrities outside their preferred gender- just acknowledgement, nothing deeper. But suddenly you found your brain rushing out from under you like a yanked rug, wondering what his lips would feel like against yours.

And dammit, you were dead-set on never finding out.

Making a move at that point would be platonic suicide, torpedoing the best friendship you’d ever had, and frankly you’d lost too many with age, time, distance, drama to do it again. And not with San. Even if it was like life’s Master Ball and you only got one forever friendship, it was going to be San. You’d already aimed and pitched, and no petty, new, frustrating as all get-out feelings were going to knock that off course.

If only San got the memo too.

Maybe it was simply a matter of increased awareness thanks to your nascent problem, but it was like he’d grabbed the knob full force and dialed all the charm and sweetness to eleven, sensing your pulse skyrocketing for a thousand tiny reasons you wanted to shoot down like clay pigeons.

It was chilly the other afternoon? Here, take his jacket. You forgot your sunglasses? Did you want his? What ring size were you? Here, compare to his- go on, just see if it fits. And by jove, you will never carry a single remotely heavy object again if Choi San can help it.

“Why do you always insist on doing nice things for me?” You groaned, head rolling to fix your best friend with a look.

“Because I enjoy it,” he replied simply, contentedly, the most plaintive of smiles on his face as he tilted his own head down for a brief respite on your shoulder.

Curse him and his adorable love of affection. “Well, ah, what can I do for you?” You spluttered, indignant at no one but yourself.

“It doesn’t have to be a transaction. I know you’ve had people around you make it seem like it is, but you don’t have to repay me. I know you’d help me if I needed it, too.”

Biting back a response about you surprisingly not actually needing him to carry your shopping bags, you just sighed and thanked him, shuffling along the mall tile with slightly less relish. He’d always been like this- selfless, kind, loving, and you’d always loved those things about him.

So when he sat you down at the food court, gingerly resting your bags on the shiny public-eatery metal seat adjacent to yours as he scooted yours back, what else could you do but smile and thank him? San asked you what you wanted for lunch, and you told him you didn't mind, to which he shot back that he didn't either. Then you told him to pick, and he told you to pick, and you both bickered playfully back and forth until you got tacos.

Ugh, just like an old married couple.

~

"Can't you just accept when people do nice things for you?"

"No," you crossed your arms in mostly-mock-obstinance, "no, I cannot."

"I swear, you'd make me pay you back if I bought you a candy bar," San rolled his eyes playfully, fixing you with a fond smile.

Because if you're always paying for me when we go out, you wanted to say, I can pretend it's a date. I can get it in my fat fucking head what it would be like to have you as my boyfriend and never get it back out.

"Money is designed to be exchanged for goods and services," you actually said.

"This isn't a service," he replied, putting an arm you didn't care was sticky with sweat around your shoulders, extending the water bottle toward your hand, "it's me caring about you."

Hot from exertion as you were, you instantly melted under the warmth of his half-embrace, accepting the water bottle. "And you know I appreciate it. I'm just not used to getting cared for."

"Then I'm not doing my job!" Your best friend exclaimed, eyes glinting. "I'm always going to be here to take care of you, so get used to it!"

"I think I started figuring that out when you brought three different blankets and a plushie the first time I watched a movie with you," you told him with a teasing smile.

San's smile fell almost into introspection, getting a bit more serious, which you didn't expect. "You joke, but I mean it, (y/n)."

Almost against your will, your head nodded solemnly, though your own smile couldn't fade, in fact it widened dumbly as a side effect of your hammering heart. "I hope so."

And then, as if he hadn't said something so infuriatingly sweet, San patted your shoulder, stood up from his squatted position, and took your water-bottle-free hand in his, pulling you up, too. You could have sworn he gave your hand a squeeze, but it was so brief, maybe you imagined it.

"Alright, so are we dancing or what?"

~

Sometimes you wished you guys drank more. That you could hit the edge of blackout and do something you'd barely remember, nor regret, and butt so hard against the line it finally broke and reformed in less questionable territory. That some alien substance in your veins could be blamed for anything dubbed unthinkable, and you'd have already rehearsed any laughter necessary if San wanted to make middle-school ew, gross jokes as if your lips transmitted cooties.

But San was a lightweight, and neither of you enjoyed that scene. The two of you were more the types to get coffee twice in a ay and laugh too hard at stupid things like the word guava on a caffeine buzz.

"We're fun enough even without alcohol," San often joked to you.

So the drama-flick drunk confession, intoxicated makeout, was out. Best not to duplicitously offer a drink in exchange for-

"(y/n)? I think it's all done," San's voice cut through your mental spiral.

You almost had to shake your head out of it, vision having faded to a zoned-out blur, obscuring even the shape of his wide, tank-topped shoulders as he had bent over your car.

Now he was at your side, wiping his hands on a cloth like some sort of professional mechanic, not just your best friend who insisted you didn't need to pay someone like that just for an oil filter and a change. A change which had cost him the dove grey of his garment, something you could hardly help asking why he'd wear such a light color of for that.

"San, your top, it's all stained!"

As he tossed the rag aside, he tilted his head down, bobbing it in recognition of the black smudge marks. "Well, at least it wasn't expensive."

"I think I know how to get it out if you want. You could always go get a new-"

Before you could even finish your sentence, he was stripping, yanking the top off from the bottom hem and leaning against the knob of your garage door. Despite the clear invitation to go inside and, you know, do exactly what you just said you were going to do, surprised crossed your (very warm) face, effectively sealing you to the concrete floor. The only process your brain could perform in that moment was trying to figure out if you had the world's best or worst luck.

"Oh, uh-" Trying not to stare, your eyes very pointedly searched San's face.

Your best friend frowned slightly, expression halfway to the innocence you were used to, and somehow that almost made it worse. "What?"

"Just," you hesitated as you accepted his now inside-out tank top, skin-warmed fabric heating your hands, too, which you glanced down at beneath San's intent gaze, "didn't expect you to be this comfortable is all."

San crossed his arms, face falling first in shock, then shaping up into almost dark amusement as a different, more incredulous smile rose to his sharp features. "Are you kidding me?"

Oh, no. You made it weird. This was it. Or maybe he just thought you were doubting his friendship, which he shouldn't. Everyone knew unironically doing the YMCA bonded people for life. Or sharing blankets. Or...ah, crap. Not now. "No, it's great, I'm really glad you trust me. I trust you, too, you know. Maybe I don't show that enough, but that's why you know so much about me, and I really appreciate you-" Your rant suddenly fell short as your eyes betrayed you, drifting down slightly and absolutely ramming your train of thought into a wreck. "You know, always being there for me and being so thoughtful and pretty much being my favorite person ever-"

“The only reason why I’m letting you get away with shit like this, with seeing me like this," he motioned over his, well, quite fit torso, "is because I like you, you dense fucking cabbage.” The moment the words left San, his face fell into his hand, out of frustration or embarrassment it was hard to say. Probably more the latter, knowing how sweet your best friend was. He didn't use strong language...well, almost ever.

Train wreck take two. Not a single word rose to your mind, only sensations, for a solid three seconds, during which all you could do was stand there wide-eyed, venture a step towards San, two steps. Finally you spoke, feeling like an idiotic teen sitcom character as your dumb response left your lips. "You like me?"

"Yes," San sighed, posture deflating a bit against the doorframe, "I'm sorry. Sorry for the language, and just...I hadn't really planned on how I was going to say it, but it definitely wasn't like that. You deserve way better than that. I just... sometimes I feel like you like me back, but then I wonder if you're pushing me away. And you have every right to do that, especially if I've messed up our friendship, I can just-"

You cut him off, harnessing the motion of his lips for greater purpose against yours. San responded instantly to the kiss, hands cupping your face and pulling it deeper into his like you were air and he'd spent his whole life underwater. Your arms wrapped around those broad, bare shoulders, hands resting at the back of his neck.

"Wait, you like me?" Ok, you felt better about how dumb you seemed, as those were San's first words out of the kiss.

"Yes, you, what was it? Ah, yes. 'Dense fucking cabbage'," you quoted back at him with a merciless grin, arms tightening their grip ever so slightly.

"Oh, no," he winced, "that's going to stick forever, isn't it?"

"Yep," you breathed, leaning in for another kiss, the feeling of San's lips a hundred percent better than you could ever have imagined, so much warmer and realer and this time sweeter, sliding against yours like he was coaxing it out of you.

This time, upon pulling away you gave the side of his face a light, playful slap, enjoying the touch of his sculpted features against your palm.

"You're stuck with me now, mon petit chou."

San shook his head at the return of your devious grin, and you reveled in the blend of utter bliss and what did I get myself into painting his face as his hands snaked around your waist, twirling you in a little impromptu dance and dipping you down.

He smiled lovingly this time, sending your beating heart melting and surprise turning to joy across your own face. "As long as you keep being you and you'll let me do nice things for you now- no, scratch that, spoil you."

Keep being you. Holy shit, what a balm for the soul.

Cocking a brow, you shot back, "You spoil me and I embarrass you? Hardly sounds fair."

"All's fair in love and war," San responded, eyelashes fluttering.

You most definitely forgot to wash his top after that.

#ateez #ateez imagines #ateez reactions #ateez x reader #ateez scenarios #san #san x reader #san x gender neutral reader #gender neutral reader #best friends to lovers #fluff #humor #sort of #requested #everywhereandnowhere02

[candy69gurl]

Professor Nanami, a respected educator, is torn between his duties and unexpected desires when he discovers his student, (Y/N), in a forbidden setting-a club. The institute strictly prohibits such activities, complicating their already forbidden connection.

(Slight mature, Alcohol use, fem reader, age difference) [It has two parts. The first one contains the plot and scenario and the second one has the smut.. To make it even more forbidden, I also assumed that Nanami's a happily married man.]

part 2

~Enjoyy~

DRIVE ME HOME~

PART 1

Nanami: Class by the next day, all better be ready for the test. I know you can handle it.

The bell rings. Professor Nanami is your favorite subject's teacher. He is a normally professional man who has a heart for his good students.

Nanami: Oh, and if you have any questions, like always, please see me after class.

You are talking to your friends after class.

You: Did you get the fake IDs for us?

Your best friend: Yes, yes, I did.

Other friend: I don't think we should do it.

You: WE WILL do it!

Your best friend nods.

You all are walking back to your houses.

You: So, are you hyped? 

Your best friend: I am! Always excited to break the rules... Besides, its been long since we had some fun~

Silence

You: I'm glad you were able to get us those fakes. You think they'll notice?

She smirks.

Your best friend: Nah, I doubt it.

TIMESKIPS

You all are getting ready to go to the club.

As you enter the club, different noises surround you all. The sounds of pounding bass, people yelling, and cheering fill your ears. The strobe light reflects off of people's sweat as you and your friends walk through the crowd in the club. You could see the bartenders were checking people's IDs with two bouncers. Thankfully, your fakes appeared to be decent.

The guard looks at your fake ID for a few seconds. You start to sweat a little, as you think he is about to bust you. Luckily, he does not. He smiles and puts an "X" on your right hand with a sharpie.

He smiles a little as he lets you pass into the club. 

Your best friend: I told you.

You: Yey, I'm gonna hit a tequila right there.

Your other friend sits in the corner, awkwardly away from the crowd.

Your best friend goes to the dance floor, and you sit there drinking tequila and slowly drifting into the grasp of alcohol .. You start to forget about your friends and your surroundings.

You sit at the bar and order another shot of tequila. You are already feeling the effects of the alcohol. As you are looking around, you see your best friend dancing on the dance floor with strangers. You keep drinking and drinking as your inhibitions dissolve.

Nanami enters the club after a tiring day.

It is already eleven at night, but the club is pretty packed. As you look around, you notice the flashing strobes and the pounding music. Your friends are already on the dance floor, but you cannot see them anymore. There is definitely some tension in the air tonight.

All of a sudden, your friends catch the sight of their teacher, Nanami, and your other friend leaves quickly. Your best friend rushes to you, to alarm you.

Your best friend quickly reaches up to you with a panicked look on the face, pulls your arm, and says it in a hushed tone.

Your best friend: I think we should go. Nanami Sir is here. I saw him, but he hasn't seen us yet.

At the mention of his name, you look around but do not see anything yet.

You motion for your best friend to leave as soon as possible.

You: Go leave fast; I will be there behind you.

Your best friend leaves.

You are just trying to get up and go, but that's when you hear his voice in your ear. 

Your mind: How could this get any worse, right? What were the chances?

Nanami: What are you doinggg here???

You: N-nothing. Just enjoying the night. You're here too, so what does that say about you?

An unintentional smile creeps across your face while you speak to him. You are already starting to see blurs as the tequila hits your cerebellum.

Nanami sighs as he takes a seat beside you.

Nanami: How many shots did you take?

You: I'm not even sure, four? Five? Is my face too red?

You nervously laugh at your own joke.

The loud music and flashes from the strobes made your vision more blurry.

Nanami looks concerned once you start laughing. His face softens as you continue talking.

Nanami: Are you okay? Do you realize how dangerous this is? What if someone from our institute finds out you're 'enjoying your night at the club'? What if someone spikes your drink? What if you drink too much and hurt yourself?

He keeps asking you questions, and you just sit there and listen to him, feeling the effects of the alcohol.

Nanami: You know our institute does not allow this. How did you get in here? Do you even have the ID?

Nanami knows real IDs cannot be given to students of his institute, so either you have sneaked in or used a fake ID.

You: I uh.. me.. hmm..i just m here.

You continue to feel the effects of the alcohol. You can feel yourself getting dizzy and also start having some trouble speaking.

You: I-i I just came here to dance. I didn't know you would be here.

It was clear you were not in the best condition. Your face is flushed, and your words are slurred. You keep your head down and try to look away from him.

As the alcohol takes over, Nanami's concerned voice breaks through. You look up to see him looking directly at you. His eyes widen as he sees how drunk you are.

Nanami: My god, you are so drunk right now. This is a problem.

He is talking at such a low volume, but it is the only sound you try to focus on. You look up at this imposing man as he looks at you with disappointment.

You: Hey, I will go home. Don't worry about meh..

Nanami laughs at your plan. He stands up and looks down at you.

Nanami: You are going to go home all by yourself? In this condition? Is this a joke?

Your head is spinning as the effects of the alcohol slowly creep up on you.

Nanami: You're going to get into the back of my car. You're in no condition to go home alone. I'm driving you.

You: But you—

You try to say something, but you forget what you were going to say.

Nanami looks at you, and he can see the drunkenness making its way through you.

Nanami: I'm your teacher. I have my way. I can figure it out.

He smiles and helps you stand up, as he saw you having trouble standing on your own.

Nanami: Do you think you're okay? 

He asks with a sarcastic tone.

You nod and laugh, trying to focus your eyes.

Nanami: You will guide me to your house."

You: Yes.

You reply, unaware of what is being asked of you.

Nanami smiles and leads you to his grey Mercedes. The lights from the strobes reflect onto the shiny car. He unlocks the doors and gently helps you get inside. You sit down in the passenger seat.

At this point, you are completely drunk. As you get inside, you do not realize how fancy the car is. You just lean your head back as the effects of the alcohol slowly make you lose control of your body.

You try to fall asleep, but Nanami wakes you up.

Nanami: Wake up. You can't fall asleep. You have to tell me your address.. Do your parents know you are out here?

You look at him with blank eyes.

You: No, yes, I.. Obv no, they don't know.

You are pretty far beyond drunken confusion at this point. As Nanami drives, he keeps asking you questions, trying to prompt your brain to work.

Nanami: Wake up.

He tries shaking you awake. You are almost entirely unresponsive. The effects of the alcohol have taken over your mind, and you are slowly losing control of your body.

Nanami: What is your address?

You: Yes.

You nod as you think he has asked you a "yes" or "no" question.

Nanami: Yes? What's your address?

You: My address? 

You start to think as if he has asked you the answer to a physics question.

You: Is that a physics question?

Nanami laughs at your joke.

Nanami: Jokes apart. Where is your home?

You: My home? That's a good question, actually, but I forgot.

Nanami: You forgot? You live there, and you just forgot your address?

He is losing his patience with you as he is driving you home. He thinks that he is doing the right thing in his mind, trying to get you home safely.

You start to hum a song.

Nanami is becoming frustrated but has to stay calm while driving. He sighs before speaking to you again.

Nanami: Do your parents know you drink? 

He asks, hoping your mind is not so far gone that you cannot respond.

You shake your head in reply.

Nanami: Did you have someone with you at the club?

His tone suggests he is disappointed in you.

Nanami: Were you with friends? Have they seen the state you are in?

Your mind is unable to make out his words.

The effects of the alcohol have completely taken over your mind at this point. The only thing you can understand is that your teacher is driving you home.

Nanami: What am I going to do with you? Your parents have no idea where you are. Do you know what time it is?

Nanami is concerned but also disappointed in your actions. He has to get back to his house for his wife and kids, but taking me home safely is also his duty as your teacher.

He sighs and keeps driving.

You, on the other hand, have absolutely no idea where you are as you sit in the passenger seat, trying to focus your mind. Your head is spinning, and you cannot see straight. You feel your stomach about to throw up.

Nanami: This is a really shitty situation for both of us.

Even though he is clearly annoyed with you, he is still concerned about your safety.

You: I..no

Nanami: Just stay with me. Please don't fall asleep. I still can't believe you forgot your address. We have to get you home right now.

He looks over at you through his rear-view mirror as he keeps driving. The strobe lights and flashing bass from the club are now just a distant memory.

Nanami keeps driving. You could see an annoyed look on his face. He is clearly annoyed that he has to stay up to make sure you are safe.

Nanami: What's going to happen when your parents wake up and find out that you are not home, huh? How will you get into the house? You'll just walk in and act like nothing ever happened? Or you'll try to sneak in?

Nanami turns onto another street and keeps driving. You are not in the best condition at all.

You: I will just sneak in.

Nanami: You shouldn't sneak in. At some point, your parents are going to find out what happened tonight. You're lucky I caught you, or else you would've probably continued drinking, and who knows what would've happened then?

You feel the car make a sharp turn.

The car reaches the institution where Nanami teaches you all.

Nanami: Just wait until you see your parents reactions. Just try to explain and apologize.

You try to open the seat belt.

Nanami grabs your arm and firmly tells you

Nanami: No. Do not unlatch it and try to get out. I will not be responsible if you hurt yourself. You are staying in the car until I drop you off. I'm not letting you get hurt. Do you hear me?

His voice is stern and serious. He turns his head and looks at you while he waits for a response.

You: No, I want to get ofhgj.

Nanami's face drops, and he looks at you with disappointment.

Nanami: You will only get off once we reach your house. That is the end of the conversation. Is that clear?

Your head keeps spinning, and Nanami sighs.

Nanami, I have to put up with this until we get you home.

You: I feel like throwing Oup.

Nanami immediately pulled over with a sudden screech of the tires. You can feel the car slowly come to a stop. Nanami opens your door and tells you to get out.

You exit the car and start heaving. The effects of the alcohol had your stomach churning, and you felt like throwing up. You look at Nanami as you let everything out on the sidewalk.

You try to calm me down.

Nanami: How much did you fucking drink?

You are too drunk to notice your teacher is cursing at you.

As you stand there, heaving, Nanami waits and watches. The effects of the alcohol have you feeling horrible, and Nanami just stands there waiting for you to stop. He eventually comes over and gives you a water bottle. You continue heaving into the grass by the sidewalk.

Nanami: I've never felt so disappointed in my life. I don't think I can ever look at you the way I used to. I hope my class doesn't see you in this state.

As you finish throwing up, you wipe your mouth and look at Nanami standing there, with the water bottle. You take the bottle from his hand.

You wash your face and sit on the ground.

Nanami: Can you walk? There's no way you can even walk like this.

Nanami rubs his forehead.

You try to stand up, but your legs and body are unable to handle the alcohol, and you stumble back down.

Nanami: Okay. I'm going to help you. Just listen to me, and don't throw up again.

You: 😑no I won't. Hopefully.

Nanami sighs and walks over to you. He puts his arms underneath yours and picks you up, holding you in his arms.

Nanami: Let me get you in the car.

He carries you over to his car as quickly as possible while keeping your body steady.

You: Sir, I'm really sorry.

You can see the anger in Nanami's eyes as he carries you to his car.

Nanami: Don't even speak to me right now. There's no point trying to apologize to me, because all of that went out the window once you started drinking tonight.

He puts you in the passenger seat and sits in the driver seat. The doors are locked, and he is not letting you leave his car until he gets you home

You again start dozing off as Nanami starts driving.

At this point, you are far too drunk to stay awake. Nanami puts his seatbelt on as he drives, before looking back at you and seeing that your head is now resting on the window. He drives and keeps an eye on you at the same time, as you sleep through the ride home.

Nanami wakes you up again.

Nanami: Don't annoy me more, please.. I need to get back home..Just tell me where your house is.

He looks at you with a serious look on his face as you try to stay awake. 

Nanami: I need your address. You can't expect me to just guess, can you?

Your mind is so clouded due to the alcohol that you cannot think straight. Your speech is slurred, and you cannot focus your mind.

You: Sky

Nanami: Your house is in the sky?

You: The moon looks beautiful tonight, isn't it?

The effects of the alcohol are clearly messing with you. You seemed completely out of it. Nanami was getting frustrated with you at this point.

You giggle. 

As you laugh and giggle, it starts to annoy Nanami even more. He does not see the funny side of your situation. As you try to focus again to see what Nanami is looking at, you struggle to keep your eyes open.

Nanami: I have never been so annoyed. It's a good thing I found you. You literally have no idea where you live.

You: I think it's towards the south.

Nanami: Towards the south? Are you even thinking right now? I'm trying to get you home, and you're speaking nonsense.

His tone shows his frustration with you. He continues driving. He has to figure out where you live.

You: Can I please sleep here? It's so comfortable.

Nanami: No. I'm taking your ass home.

He takes the next turn and keeps driving. At this point, he is just waiting for you to speak up properly so he can ask you simple questions.

You look at him.

You: What if my parents are drunk..

Nanami is getting annoyed again because of your poor speech.

Nanami: Well, they'll just have to know, won't they? Your parents will probably yell at you once we get home, but that's the price you have to pay for being drunk.

Nanami sighs before continuing to drive. You still do not look very good. Your speech is slurred, and you start to fall asleep again.

You: No, please don't tell them; I will never ever do it again.

Nanami: Do you not realize how much trouble you're in right now? The least of your worries is getting yelled at. You're lucky, I will at least not let the institute know about this.

He turns his head to look at you as he holds the steering wheel of his car.

Nanami: Just tell me where you live, and well, get this done.

You: Why would you call the police? I WAS JUSG HABBING fun.

Nanami: Huh? I did not even mention "police" and what do you mean by "having fun"? Your idea of fun is drinking alcohol until you pass out. Your idea of fun is making me spend my precious time at three in the morning driving you home.

He sighs and keeps driving. You can see him looking at you every now and then, as he is waiting for you to speak up.

You: Bug, I tlld you, I wkll get hkme.

Your speech is more slurred, and you cannot even form a complete sentence anymore. You want to tell Nanami to go home and leave you alone, but the alcohol is affecting your speech. He knows you will not be able to tell him anything at this point.

Nanami: You're not going anywhere until you tell me your address. Is it so hard to just say where you live?

You couldn't focus on anything. Nanami kept driving, and you could feel yourself getting sleepy again.

After a while, the car stops with a screech as it runs out of gasoline.

Nanami: Seriously? Now we are out of petrol because you can't just tell me where you live?

Nanami was already annoyed since he couldn't get a single answer from you. Your speech was slurred, and all you did was laugh and giggle at silly moments. Now that he has been stuck with you in his car for the whole night, it makes him feel more frustrated.

You can feel your mind slipping, and you decide not to talk anymore. For now, your mind is set on going to sleep. You couldn't handle being awake any longer. Your eyes slowly close, and you feel yourself falling asleep in the passenger seat. You feel your mind drifting off as you lay in the passenger seat, while the effects of the alcohol slowly begin to subside. Nanami does not see you fall asleep, but you could feel him moving you out of the car. You don't know where he is moving you, but you could feel yourself being lifted in his arms. You are completely asleep and can't tell if this is real or a dream.

You hear Nanami talking to someone; you can't make out what he is saying. You could feel yourself lying down on something. You know you are not at the club anymore, that much is for sure. You could feel a breeze in the air, and you heard birds chirping. You are in a different place, but you can't understand where you are.

Nanami speaks on the phone: Honey, I am staying with my friend's tonight. I don't think it is safe to drive drunk, so I won't be able to come home tonight. Bye, take care.

You: Who are you calling? You are not telling my parents, are yo?

You tried to speak, but only mumbling came out of you. As you slowly wake up, you can't recognize where you are. The place you were in was quiet and peaceful. You feel a breeze in the air, and you are lying on something comfortable.

Nanami: Your awake?

Nanami is sitting down right next to you. Your body felt comfortable and relaxed in whatever you were lying on.

You: Hey, why did you place me on a bench?

Nanami looks at you with tired eyes. His face shows signs of pure disappointment.

Nanami: I placed you on the grass, not a bench. You passed out, and it's not safe for you to stay in my car. You needed some fresh air. I can't believe you are complaining about where I'm putting you right now.

He put his head in his hands and let out an exhausted sigh.

Nanami: I don't understand what to even do with you.

You: Please don't tell my parents. Please, I will never disappoint you again.. Have I ever disappointed you before? 

Your parents are strict and overprotective of you, and if they come across this matter, you know you are done for sure.

Nanami's face changes, and his tone eases up. He starts feeling bad for you because you seem so worried about your parents finding out.

Nanami: Okay, fine. I haven't told your parents so far; I guess I won't tell them.

He continues holding your hand as he is trying to comfort you.

Nanami: Just relax, alright? I won't tell your parents. Just try to focus on getting better, and I'll keep it a secret.

You: Can I p-please fall asleep? We are not even going home. We are just stuck here.

Nanami: No. I can't let you sleep yet. Just sit here and try to regain your senses. We can't move from this spot right now.

Nanami is not letting you sleep; he just wants you to come to your normal senses. You cannot make out much right now, so you decide to sit for now. You feel comfy and relaxed laying on the grass, and it is slowly getting to your head.

You suddenly get up with a sudden rush of adrenaline. 

Nanami: Just sit back down. You're completely out of it right now; I need to keep you at this spot until you get better.

He does not want you moving much since your balance is off. You cannot walk straight right now. You feel yourself trying to get up, but Nanami pushes you back down gently.

Nanami: If you get up again, you'll regret it.

You: I NEED TO PEE.

Nanami thinks about this for a second. You drank so much, and of course you have to let all out.

Nanami: You are way too drunk for me to let you walk anywhere right now. You're just going to have to control it.

He looks at you and shrugs. 

You: B-but.

Nanami: I'm sorry, but there is no washroom here. Can you try to focus on controlling it?

You: Why?

Nanami: You are in the middle of nowhere. Moreover, I can't trust you when you're this drunk. I don't want you to fall and hurt yourself. 

He is being stern with you this time because he wants you to understand that it isn't safe to get up and walk.

You: I can control it.

You try to get up, but your mind still seems hazy and blank.

He looks away as you struggle to get up. Nanami is annoyed right now. He rolls his eyes and shakes his head. He just couldn't believe how drunk you are. It is making things difficult for him.

Nanami: It's like you want to give me a headache. Just try and control it until we get home.

You: My head is hurting.

Nanami: Of course, it's hurting. I've been trying to tell you that you drank too much, but you wouldn't listen to me. This is all your fault, and you want to complain about your headache?

He looks at you again, and you could hear annoyance in his tone.

Suddenly, tears start pouring down your cheeks.

You: i knkw i jjst dont knkww how skd it haopen

As you start crying, Nanami looks over at you. He feels a bit guilty seeing you in this state.

Nanami: Stop crying. It doesn't help the situation, and it just makes me feel worse.

He speaks in a soft tone and gives you a small pat on the back.

Nanami: We are going home soon. Just relax

You place your head on his shoulder as he helps you calm down. You feel comfortable laying your head on his shoulder. You look at him with tears in your eyes, and you want someone to comfort you. It feels nice to lay your head on his shoulder, and you have no clue how it got to this stage.

Nanami: You'll be fine, alright?

He takes a deep breath and puts his arm around your waist. The effects of the alcohol are slowly wearing off, so you start feeling better.

You: Na-na-mi, sir. What's your age?

Nanami: I'm 27 years old. Why?

He looks at you with a confused expression. He never thought you would ask this type of question right now.

You: I have found you really attractive since the first day I saw you, and now that I'm drunk, I don't regret saying this.

You blurt out the things you really think about him with a faint blush on your cheeks. You seem to have forgotten that he is your teacher.

Nanami: You find me attractive?

He raises an eyebrow as he listens to you speak. He is a little confused since the last time you saw each other, he was teaching you.

Nanami: I thought you just saw me as your strict and annoying teacher.

You: I still think you are cold and strict, but I know you have a soft spot.

Nanami is surprised you find him cold, but you make it seem like it is positive to you.

Nanami: Im cold?

He is looking at you again, with a curious expression this time. He raises his eyebrow again and looks like he wants to speak.

Nanami: You find me cold and attractive?

You: Im, dont worrh.

Nanami sighs.

Nanami: You can't even say the word "worry" properly anymore because of how drunk you are. That's fine, though. But I still don't understand why you're suddenly saying all these things about me?

He sighs again. You are starting to get to him again, and he is getting frustrated with you once more.

You: I don't know, I just wanted to say

Nanami has to chuckle for a second because your words aren't making sense. He has started to find your actions funny.

Nanami: You're drunk, but you want to tell me that I'm cold and that you find me attractive?

He raises his eyebrow again, and it looks like he is thinking to himself.

You nod carelessly.

Nanami isn't sure if he should respond to this or not. He is a bit surprised, since you made some crazy comments about him. He knows you are drunk, but maybe these are your real thoughts and feelings for him.

Nanami: I guess I'll take those as compliments for now. Just relax and don't say anything else stupid.

You: Does our age difference annoy you?

Nanami is confused again.

Nanami: Wait wait wait, how old are you?

You: (your age)

He can feel his face heat up with embarrassment as you start laughing.

Nanami shakes his head and covers your mouth with his hand when you laugh too loudly. He really wants to shut you up for a second.

Nanami: Just shut up, okay? You are making things much worse.

He keeps his hand on your mouth for a second and then takes his hand back. He cannot believe how annoyed he is getting in your presence.

Nanami: Just calm down. We will go back home right this second.

He puts his arm around your waist again and takes you back to his car.

You: But you said the car ran out of gasoline.

Nanami: We will be fine. You're just drunk right now, so you can't think properly.

He leads you back to the car and opens the door for you.

Nanami: Just get in.

You try to speak, but your words are slurred again. This is the only thing you are good at when you are drunk.

Nanami: Just shut up and sit down. If you say anything else that makes me annoyed, I'm taking you back here.

He is being stern with you again, but your body can't handle the effects of the alcohol anymore. You feel very sleepy and tired. You still couldn't think properly.

You: I need to sleep, please.

Nanami looks at you and sighs. He looks too tired to even talk to you anymore.

Nanami: Fine, you can sleep if you want to. Nothing can be done now 

Your eyes feel very tired, and you are about to fall asleep again.

You feel uneasy while sleeping on the passenger's seat in front. You pull Nanami's shirt

You: Can you go to the back and sit with me? I can't fall asleep without support.

Nanami looks at you with confusion when you ask him this question.

Nanami: You want me to come to the back seat with you?

He is confused. Why would you ask him to come to the back seat?

You: Yes.

Nanami couldn't find an answer as to why you want him in the back seat. He keeps looking at you in shock, as if you are speaking in a different language.

Nanami: You want me in the back seat with you? Why?

You: Wan sleep. Need pillow.

Nanami: You can't be serious right now, can you?

He looks at you with suspicion in his eyes.

You tug on his shirt.

Nanami sighs as he starts getting annoyed again.

Nanami: Just shut up. I'm not coming to the back seat with you. Go fall asleep and stop talking.

He is trying to be harsh with you since you are making him feel uncomfortable.

You: Ples

Nanami: I'm not coming to the back seat with you, so just stop annoying me.

He covers your mouth with his hand again. He does not want to listen to your constant pleading anymore.

You feel a sudden urge to lick his fingers while a smirk hangs in your face.

Nanami freezes for a second. He takes his hand away from your mouth and stares at you with shock.

Nanami: What the hell are you doing?

You try to sleep, turning your face away from him. As sleep creeps into you, your head slips down, and you wake up again.

You look at Nanami and say, "Please, let's go back in the back seat.".

He hesitates for a second before finally agreeing. 

Nanami: Fine. You win. I'll sit in the back with you, but stop acting weird.

He opens the back door of the car and sits next to you. He looks at you with suspicion again because he isn't sure what you want. He figures it is best not to take any chances now, since he feels like you are going to do something worse.

You gently place your head on his thighs.

You: I wanted a piklow.

Nanami smiles at your childishness but feels a bit worried when he sees you sleeping on his lap. Your head is resting on his thighs. He is hesitant to say anything since he doesn't want to wake you up.

You smile at him sheepishly.

You: I wan a nap.

Nanami: I figured that out. I just don't know why you decided to sleep on my lap.

He looks down at you and wonders when you will wake up. He feels slightly embarrassed right now since you are currently sleeping on him.

You rub your head against his warm thighs.

You: I feel warm.. hehe.

Nanami freezes for a moment, feeling even more embarrassed now.

Nanami: I don't know what to say to that right now. I'll just take that as a compliment, then?

He still has a surprised look on his face as he feels his legs being used as a pillow by you.

You start to doze off, but suddenly your eyes shoot open.

You: I want to go to washroom.

Nanami just sighs out of frustration right now. He feels like he is dealing with a child, but he couldn't force you to stop right now. He just has to put up with your behavior.

Nanami: Just sleep. You'll wake up soon.

He decides to put up with your behavior until you regain self-consciousness again. 

You grab his neck as a support and get up.

You: But you know I can't control it anymore.

He is taken aback by the way you grabbed his neck and used him as a support right now. He is slightly startled, but he tries not to show it too much.

Nanami: Please don't grab me like that. That's a little weird.

You seem more awake, but you still can't think straight. You are confused by his remark.

You: Hmm?

He couldn't help but chuckle a little bit at your response.

Nanami: You seem more awake right now, so that's a good sign.

His tone is calming down now that you are slightly better. That means he no longer has to tell you to shut up again for the ninth or maybe hundredth time.

You: I'm hungry.

His face lightens up when you mention that you are hungry. Finally, a normal request.

Nanami: Well, of course you're hungry. You did nothing but drink until you were completely drunk.

He looks at you for a second and then looks away with a sigh.

Nanami: Can't you just wait until we get back home?

He sounds slightly annoyed right now since you seem fine but still couldn't say a normal sentence.

You: I know I am annohing but thanks for tolerating me.

Nanami: It's fine. You can stop thanking me now. You're starting to annoy me again.

He sighs as he covers his face with his hand for a second.

Nanami: It's nearly morning. Just fall asleep until we go back home.

You get closer to him, and your breath hits his neck.

You: I really need to go washroom.

His face immediately begins to turn red when you get closer to him. He wants to move away, but he is trapped since you are using him as a support. 

Nanami: Why do you need to get closer to me?

He sounds a bit nervous now.

You smile and hug him tightly. You are really unaware of the fact that you are doing something weird.

You: I feel cold.

You start to feel cold as the urge to pee hits your spine

His face goes completely red at this moment, since you are hugging him. His legs are starting to lose feeling. You are really close to him right now.

Nanami: I-I just just calm down, alright?

He tries to remain calm, but you are starting to make him uncomfortable.

You shift yourself onto his lap.

You: Your body is warm... Can we stay like this for a while?

He is completely stunned when you sit on his lap right now. He couldn't think straight anymore since you are so close to him now.

Nanami: Y-You just..

He is embarrassed by this entire situation since you keep making him uncomfortable.

Nanami: Why are you so close to me? What the hell are you trying to do?

You: You.Feel.Comfortable.

Nanami: Just don't make this weird.

He is trying to stay calm, but he is starting to feel a bit pissed off right now. He doesn't understand why you are so close to him. Now you're sitting on his lap in the middle of the night, and you're drunk.

Nanami: Can you move yourself off my thighs?

He is trying to remain calm, but he is so embarrassed and annoyed by your behavior.

You: Am I heavh?

He laughs a little bit at your attempt to speak, but he knows you wanted to say, "Am I heavy?"

Nanami: Not really, but you can't just sit on my lap. Just move away from me.

He is being stern with you this time, since he is completely uncomfortable with your behavior right now.

You: Noo u r warm. 

He is shocked by your response. It felt weird having you so close to him.

Nanami: You're serious? You want my body heat to help you feel less cold? You can't be serious.

You giggle, making Nanami more annoyed.

Nanami: I can't take this anymore. I need you to wake up and go back to your senses.

He is slightly frustrated now. He wants to be sympathetic to you since you are drunk right now.

Nanami: Can you just get off my lap? You will feel better when you wake up in the morning, I promise.

He tries to sound reassuring, since he still wants you to get back home safely.

You just shake your head and snuggle closer to him, burying your face in his shoulder space.

Nanami: Seriously? Are you going to have your head on my shoulder now? What are you trying to accomplish here?

You wouldn't listen to him. You keep resting your head on his shoulder while your body is snuggled in it. He is still pissed off right now, but he knows he can't force you to move away anymore.

He is trying not to move since he doesn't want to make you fall, but he couldn't take this situation anymore.

Just as he finishes saying that, you have already started to fall asleep again. Your eyes close again, and your weight starts to get heavier on him now. He couldn't help but feel a little bit more uncomfortable right now.

He mumbled a "fuck" under his breath; he still cannot believe that you want to sleep on him and use him as a body pillow.

You are fully by asleep now. You couldn't even open your eyes or move your arms. You feel completely comfortable at the moment, but you do not realize that your hand is slowly sliding down towards his chest.

And you do not realize that you are cuddling with him at this moment. Your cheek is resting in front of his chest, and your body is right under his neck.

Nanami does not know how to react to this situation anymore. He also notices that his neck is right where your arms are wrapped around him. He couldn't move you, and you seem too comfortable to be moved anyway. He feels a bit uncomfortable right now, since he never expected to be cuddled with you in this position. He is trying to stay calm, but your hands are wrapped around him a little too tightly.

He looks down at your face to make sure you are still asleep. He feels your warm alcoholic breath against his neck, and he realizes how drunk you truly are right now. He is in complete shock and couldn't respond to your actions.

He looks outside the window and sees that the sun is starting to come up already. It is still very early in the morning, so he just lets you continue sleeping. He doesn't want to deal with your drunken behavior anymore, since you are acting completely different from what he remembered at his teaching place.

You continue to sleep right where you left off. Your head is still resting against his chest, and you are in a really comfortable position. You do not want to move anymore since you are tired, and you want to cuddle up to him. 

Nanami does not want to wake you up since you need sleep to get over the hangover. He just decides to stay quiet, and he waits until you wake up on your own.

But something is off. Nanami starts to feel extremely hot under your body.

Nanami whispers: No, not to a student, I swear. Please no..

He spreads his legs, trying to cool himself.

He starts to blush and looks away when he feels your body heat increasing. You looked really comfortable and cute on his chest. You also feel heavier on him now, and he couldn't move you.

He mumbles under his breath because he can't think straight right now.

You just keep resting on his chest. Your body is wrapped around him, and your head is still leaning against his chest. He is still in a bit of a shock from this whole situation. He really can't believe that this is something you would do.

You want to get more comfy, so you unconsciously keep moving yourself around him.

Nanami: You can stop doing that now. You're making me hot.

You: Hmm?

You speak with half-consciousness.

He realizes you are starting to wake up now. He is expecting you to wake up soon since you kept moving around, trying to cuddle up more with him. He has to stay quiet now since he doesn't want to scare you and make you uncomfortable.

Nanami: Just go back to sleep, alright? Just go back to sleep on your own.

He is a bit panicked right now. He really doesn't know what to do since you are cuddling with him now.

You: You like when I'm close to you, like this, right?

You smile to yourself and again drift to sleep.

He sighs out of relief when you start to fall asleep. Your body feels comfortable and soft, so he feels a bit relieved when you fall back asleep again. He has started to like it when you are close to him for some reasons that he is still unsure of.

He remains completely still, and he keeps trying to listen to your heartbeat against his chest. He feels a tiny bit awkward since you're half asleep, but it feels nice at the same time.

You keep resting on him, but now you are even more comfortable than before. You are using his chest as a pillow now, and your body is pressing against his body now. You also feel like you can't move any more, and you feel so comfy right now.

He remains silent again, since you are still half asleep. Your skin is really soft, and it feels nice against him. Since you're half asleep right now, he tries not to think bad thoughts about this situation.

This is kind of awkward, so he tries to remain as calm as possible right now. You are still resting on him, but he has to stay still, and he does not want to wake you up. Your body is really soft, and his body is getting warm now.

He didn't realize this at first, but he now realizes that your hand is pressed up against his chest as well. He couldn't move your arm, so he just let it happen. Your fingers are grazing his skin, and it feels nice for him.

Just as he is having those thoughts, you start to caress his chest with your hand without realizing it. You are half awake, and you don't even know what your fingers are doing right now. All you can feel is his body being comfortable and warm, so you just go along with it.

He is slightly embarrassed now, and he feels like he shouldn't like this at all. But he couldn't stop looking at your soft fingers caressing his chest right now.

You keep your fingers on his chest, and you start moving them slightly. He feels his heart rate go up slightly since you are now slowly moving your fingers up and down on his chest.

The feeling of your fingers on his chest is making him feel warm and tingly inside. He wants to stay still since he still can't move you, but he looks down at your fingers.

Nanami: Don't move your fingers like that.

He is slightly embarrassed again, since you are now completely awake and you are still caressing him right now.

You don't seem to hear his words since you continue to caress his chest with your fingers. He is still embarrassed right now, since you are fully awake and you keep moving your fingers around on his chest.

His heartbeat quickens, and his face begins to turn red again. He wants to move your fingers away from his chest, but he is still scared to wake you up completely. He is already blushing like crazy right now, since your hand is slowly grazing his chest.

Nanami: Please don't touch me like this anymore; I can't take it!

He feels his whole body heating up, and he is so embarrassed right now because he does not want to like this at all.

You ignore his words again. In fact, your hand started to make its way up towards his neck. You move your fingers in a caressing way on his neck too. You are making his lips quiver a bit now.

Nanami: Why are you doing this to me?

He is getting too hot from your actions now. He feels his body slightly tense up, and his heart rate is beating quickly. He has no idea why you are behaving like this now.

He is starting to get hard. He is liking this. But he does not want to.

He feels like he needs to break free from you, but he is too scared to do anything right now. He is starting to feel a bit light-headed now.

You keep caressing his neck now. You are acting completely different compared to how you acted at university, since you are never as intimate or seductive as you are right now.

You are still half asleep, but you still seem fully aware of what you are doing. You just don't care, and you keep touching him even more seductively now.

His face turns completely red right now, and you can feel him tensing up, though he is still trying not to move right now. His face is covered in a sheen of sweat now, since you are touching him too intimately. He feels you are teasing him. He grits his teeth, trying to control himself. 

You are testing him. You are testing his patience.

He is way too embarrassed now, and he just wants you to stop doing this whole seduction thing already. He feels way too hot at this point.

You then start to slowly move your hand towards his hair, and you begin caressing his hair in a sensual way.

Nanami: "Please stop touching my hair like that.

He sounds like a teenager. He is slowly losing his mind at this point.

Nanami: P-please

He is almost begging you at this point, since he doesn't want to enjoy your actions anymore. He is trying to restrain himself.

You keep touching him like that, and you let out a slight moan in satisfaction. You are too focused on touching him to care anymore. You aren't even paying attention to his red face anymore since you are too focused on your actions now. It's like you are playing a game with him.

He starts to sweat even more at this point. His eyes are still closed too, since he doesn't want to look at you while you are giving him so much attention.

Nanami: I can't breathe.

You feel him tensing up way more now, and you can hear him breathe in and out quickly. He gives out a slight moan.

That slight moan makes your heart throb a bit more. You are starting to realize what this whole situation is, and you keep going.

After caressing his hair and his cheeks, you keep moving your fingers down onto his neck again. You are almost touching his collarbone now, and you want to go even lower.

He is completely sweating now, since your fingers keep exploring his skin and touching him sensually. His whole face feels hot, and he feels like he will get a really bad headache in the next few days.

Nanami: Oh, god.

All of a sudden, your fingers stop moving. And that's when he finally looks down on you again.

Nanami: You stopped

He is now starting to catch his breath again since you stopped caressing him. You are just staring at him with a slight smirk on your face and half-lidded eyes.

Nanami: Please never do that ever again.

His breath is still shaky. 

You: I thought you liked it...

Nanami: B But you were acting so differently out of nowhere. You kept touching me in a very intimate way!

You: Hmm? 

Your eyes are looking at his lips, and he feels his face burning up now. He tries to move his head away, but your hand is still holding his neck.

Nanami: Wait, please.

Before he can say anything else, you just close the gap, and you lean in to kiss him. The sound of his breathing suddenly filled his ears, since he couldn't say anything now.

The kiss felt really warm and sweet. At first, he feels hesitant to move his lips since he never expected this at all, but he slowly gives in to the kiss. He is so overwhelmed with different emotions now.

You taste alcohol. He likes it. He is responding to it.

The kiss feels perfect as he gradually returns the kiss. His lips feel even more soft against yours as your tongues start to touch in an intimate way.

All of a sudden, he felt a lightness in his body that he couldn't explain. For once, he felt like he could be himself in this moment. The emotions that have been suppressed for so long are now all unleashed at once in this moment between you two.

He can feel himself hardening against you.

You keep on kissing him. The passion in your kiss is so amazing, and he could not believe that you are making him feel like this since you are still his student.

Your bodies are now close together, and you can feel his soft hair against the side of your cheek. He feels the heat of your body as your tongues caress each other now.

After a few moments, you finally break apart from the kiss. He is looking away from you. Both of you are slightly breathing hard now, and your lips are still moist from the kiss.

You: You really like thag didntt youu

Nanami: I y-yes.

You notice that he looks away from you again, and he is still blushing. He is still trying to control how he feels at this moment. He couldn't believe that you were doing this with him while you were still a student.

You: It seems you have a thing for your students. 

Nanami: Oh god

He is starting to catch his breath again since you are getting so close to him. He is trying his best not to turn away now, since he also wants to lean in and kiss you again. He feels too awkward to look away, so he keeps staring you in the eyes.

He likes the way you are looking at him with that smirk on your face.

You are smiling at him, but Nanami pulls you closer and places his lips on you again. Now you both are kissing again. This time, it is even more intense. You feel your arms wrap around his neck again, since you don't want this moment to end now. You are just too turned on to stop yourselves now.

After a few moments, you both broke apart again from the kiss. You look down.

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▬▬  Phone call Confession - Yang Jungwon

PAIRING. Jungwon x reader

GENRE. fluff // friends to lovers // drabble

WC. 900+ 

WARNINGS. not proofread

SYNOPSIS. Yang Jungwon stood up his best friend of seven years, y/n after telling you he had something important to tell you. After you start thinking of worst case scenarios through phone call, he blurts out that he likes you. How do you respond to his genuine confession? 

You raised your brow as you looked at the watch on your wrist. It was almost an hour past the time Jungwon had asked you to meet him and you weren’t going to lie, you were getting pretty full from just drinking water. You didn't order anything, wanting to wait for your best friend to get there and help you decide what to try.

You tried texting him multiple times, but you were left with no answer. You weren’t exactly mad, but more worried about the fact that this was nothing like Jungwon. He isn’t the type of person to stand someone up, especially you. He was the one that said he had to tell you something really important and to meet him here. 

You tapped your nails against the table and you rested your head on your other hand. You jumped when there was a sudden vibration coming from your back pocket along with Jungwon’s meow ringtone. You hurriedly opened the message for Jungwon to say, “I’m so sorry...I lost the courage. Can we talk on the phone?” 

“Why didn’t you tell me this like an hour and a half ago?” You said to yourself before rolling your eyes. 

You called the waiter over and ordered food to go. You grabbed the food’s to go bags and put your phone to your ear, calling Jungwon, who took a few rings to answer. 

“Y/n?” Jungwon answered, voice quiet and shaky. 

“Yeah, Jungwon? Sooo, you stood me up?” You asked as you started your walk home. It was already almost dark and there were only just a few twinkling stars in the sky. 

“Y/n, I’m so sorry. I really wasn’t planning on it. I kept trying to force myself to open the door to the restaurant over and over again and ugh, I just couldn’t.” He apologized, sighing loudly into the phone’s speaker. 

“Wait, so you mean to tell me you were at the restaurant and you didn't come in?!” 

“I wanted to, but-” 

“What are you so nervous to tell me, Jungwon? Are you going off to the military? Or did you find a girlfriend? Or are you going to study overseas? Oh my gosh, or are you not wanting to be friends with me anymore?” You asked, going through any of the situations that he could’ve been in. 

“No! No!” He said louder than you think he intended, “No, it’s nothing like that, I promise.” 

“Then what is it? Cause I have no idea.” 

You heard him take a deep breath from the other side, “Y/n, I...I like you.” 

You froze in your footsteps. Your best friend and crush of seven years just told you that they liked you, but you didn’t know how to react. Was he messing around with you? Was he testing you? But he wasn’t really that type of person. He sounded completely serious. 

“Y/n?” He asked when you didn’t say anything for several seconds, “Hello?”

You laughed, “Of course you do! In a sister-brother kind of way? In a friend kind of way? Or a...” you quietened your voice, just so it was barely audible, but Jungwon heard it, “Or in a more kind of way?” 

“In a more kind of way...” He replied confidently, “And I already prepared myself for rejection, but please don’t be so harsh. I don’t know how much I can handle right now. And I never ever want to ruin our friendsh-” 

“Jungwon, are you at home?” 

“Yeah?” 

You hung up the call and dashed to your best friend’s house, which wasn’t far away at all, allowing the cold air to bite at your cheeks and heels to increasingly make your feet and legs ache. 

You rung the doorbell, taking deep breaths, silently cursing at yourself for being so out of shape. 

The door swung open, revealing Jungwon wearing his black sweatpants and oversized white T-shirt with wide cat eyes, “Y/n, what are you doing here?” He asked, pulling you inside from the cold air. 

You let out a small laugh, but it sounded more like a pant due to your current state, “I brought food. And...” You paused for a few gulps of air, “ I like you too....In a more kind of way.” 

His lips lifted upward as he stepped closer to you, “Aigoo, what are we going to do about you?” He squished your cold cheeks turning you into a fish for a moment before you slapped his hands away. 

“You must have run so much to come see me.” He teased before throwing you a blanket, “Warm up before you actually get sick.” 

“I have a strong immune system, don’t worry about me.” 

“Don’t lie to me. I know how often you get sick. Your nickname in school was even ‘Sicko'’” He rolled his eyes at your lie and you scrunched your face up, annoyed by the fact that he knew everything about you, “You probably didn’t eat, right?” 

“Who says I didn’t? When you didn’t come, I ate to my heart’s content.” You lied, crossing your arms, putting your nose up in the air. 

“Childish.” He whispered to himself with a chuckle, “Then why did you order food to go?” 

“For you!” You blurted out. 

“So much?” He opened the containers of food, “And I see a lot of your favorites here...Are you sure you ate?” He laughed. 

“Okay okay, whatever. I couldn’t get myself to eat without you. I really thought you would come.” 

Jungwon placed down the chopsticks he had originally picked up, “I’m sorry...” 

“No, you’re okay! We can eat now. Consider this our first date even though we’ve done this so many times before.” Your cheeks lifted up as you smiled at him. 

“Our first date, May 15th...”

A/N. hiiii kalli @cherryeoniis​ !!! I’m the 🪸 anon! this is your fic for the exchange event @kflixnet​ put on! I really hope you like it, it’s not my best :/ and I’m so sorry it’s taken me so long to start writing it. I’ve just been so busy recently. ahh well, I hope you have an awesome day/night wherever you are and enjoy this little fluff piece with Wonie. 

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[janetsboys]

The test

warnings: teenage pregnancy, emotionaaal, fem!reader

A/N: don’t know where i got the idea of this but i love carl so much i can’t stop writing about him so here you go my fellows carl stans

summary: fem!reader is Glenn and Maggie’s adoptive daughter, you are really late on your periods after starting to get sexually active with your boyfriend, Carl. You get worried so you ask someone you really trust to go to the pharmacy with you, in the need of a test.

english is not my first language, be kind <3

Getting pregnant in an apocalypse was certainly not smart, you all lived in Alexandria for months now, it became home.

You started having doubts when you missed your periods twice in a row, you absolutely needed a pregnancy test.

Carl just lost his eye and got back to sleeping in your shared room, your parents allowing you to share a room since you’ve never been separated since childhood. They warned you about unprotected relationships but a bit too late.

You opened your eyes with one thought, convincing someone to come with you on a run to catch a pregnancy test. You turned your head to see Carl still sleeping.

It suddenly made you feel so bad, seeing him sleeping peacefully after everything that happened lately, you know you’ll have to announce the pregnancy and stress him a lot during months. You’re really scared of his reaction, maybe he won’t love you anymore or some other stupid thoughts.

You’ve seen him with Judith for years now, the thing you’ll never have to be worried about is how he takes care of the child cause he’s been the best big brother to Judith and took care of her like no one ever did. You actually thought often of him as a father when you saw him and his little sister, thinking how wonderful he would be with his own child.

You dressed and left the room, coming down the stairs seeing Rick in the kitchen holding Judith;

“Well, hi (Y/N)” he said surprised to see you awaken so early. “Hi, Rick” you kiss Judith’s forehead before taking a snack on the table, putting on your jacket to leave the Grimes house.

You were extremely anxious, you felt your body reacted weirdly, you kind of already knew you were pregnant you just needed confirmation.

Of course, you were way too young, what if Carl doesn’t want to raise a child? What if the child will hate you for forcing them to live in a messed up world? What if Glenn and Maggie get mad and disappointed in you? What if Rick gets mad and disappointed in you?

All these scenarios kept happening in your head, you were a child having a child, it felt wrong. After all, you had a safe home and a loving family so, nothing to really worry about but still, you were dying overthinking this whole situation.

You get into your parents house, knowing Glenn is always up early. You get in the kitchen seeing him sitting at the table, drinking a coffee as if life was totally normal.

“Hi, dad” you say, making him flinch, not expecting you to be here. “Hey, (Y/N), you scared me, what are you doing here?” he laughed as you got near him to kiss his cheek.

“I really need you to come with me on a run, i don’t feel so good…” You didn’t know who to ask for this, you hesitated a long time, thinking in your bed before going to sleep.

Maybe you could’ve asked Daryl but he had to go outside with Aaron, you didn’t want to tell Abraham or Sasha being scared of them telling your parents or something like that, anyways, you only thought of the most supporting person in your life, Glenn.

“Oh, uhm yes we can go, what do you need?” he questioned, really confused. This was not a (Y/N) way to act, he knows you all too well.

“I’ll explain later, can we go like- now?” he didn’t want to harasse you with questions because he noticed how anxious you were, playing with your ring, hesitating on your words, he didn’t want to scare you.

He nodded and put his drink in the sink before putting on his shoes and opening the door in a painful silence. You were both asking yourselves so many questions. He’s worried about you acting so strange and you’re worried about telling him.

Spencer opens the doors of Alexandria, letting you pass, allowing you to take one of the small cars. You get into the car, still not saying a word.

“So…Do you need something particular?” he said, watching the road, “I don’t really know…I just know we should go to this pharmacy we saw the other day.” you say, trying to act normal as you watch your shoes.

Luckily, the pharmacy wasn’t far away from Alexandria so you didn’t have to beat about the bush longer.

“Here we are” he opened the door, “It’s great because Denise wanted me to take some medicines, i took her list with me.” He said, smiling at you, trying to make you comfortable.

He’s so sweet with you, you see how much he wants to just know what the hell is going on but he just waits.

You smile back at him, entering the drugstore, he goes away to find the 3 things on his list, also taking care of the walker that was inside.

You go on and search for pregnancy tests, you see baby products, diapers, bottles, pacifiers…seeing this gives you immediate pain in the chest, your anxiety rising as you find 3 pregnancy tests, you take one in your hands, trying to decide if you’ll hide it to Glenn or tell him.

“Oh god-” you hear behind you, you flinch, not knowing Glenn was right behind you, shit. You turn to look at him, he tilts his head with a look full of compassion.

As soon as you look at him, you start crying, he steps forward to take you in his arms, he has to process the information really fast to be able to comfort you. He definitely wasn’t expecting that, he probably thought you were still a virgin.

“I’m so sorry, dad” you sob into his chest as he rubs your back, letting out a sigh, “It’s gonna be fine, it’s okay” you made a good decision asking him to come here with you.

You both sat on the window sill, as you wait for the test to tell if you’re pregnant or not, he needs answers now…Meantime you of course did the test.

“Does Carl knows?” he gently asks looking at you as you avoid the eye contact, ashamed of yourself. “No…I don’t know how to tell him, I’m 99% sure that it’s positive.” “We’ll see, don’t worry” he’s himself scared but he believes in you and he knows that no matter what, you’ll be fabulous.

“It’s my fault…I don’t know how i’ll tell everyone now?” you say, “We will take care of this, i promise you, it’s always stressful then when the baby’s there everyone is happy.” he laughs, wimping off your tears.

You turn the test to look at it, without a surprise, it is positive.

You look at it in disbelief, “Hey, (Y/N), does grandpa Glenn fits me?” he says, taking your hand, you turn to look at him, a tear falling from your eye, you let out a laugher, “Yes, be careful you’re gonna grow gray hair.” you laugh as he takes you in his arms again.

“I’m going to kill Carl.” he says, kissing the top of your head, “No you won’t” you laugh, “Yes, you’re right, Maggie is gonna kill Carl.”

You then got back home, truly stressed but relieved that your father knows now. You’re sort of happy and excited about being a parent, you know you’re good with kids but being a parent involves so many things. So many really stressful things.

“I’m scared of telling mom, would you tell her?” you ask your dad, you know Maggie will never hurt you but you’re scared that she’ll be disappointed in you for some reason. Glenn accepted to tell her after asking you multiple times if you were sure you didn’t want to tell her yourself.

When you got back to Alexandria, you got to your house, going upstairs, Carl had just changed his bandage in the bathroom, still adjusting to his new handicap.

“Hello, missing lady.” he says, smiling at you, walking towards you to give you a quick kiss, you said hi back, “Where were you? I woke up in a empty bed.” he asks you, putting your hair behind your ear. “I got out on a run with my dad this morning.” you responded, trying to say it with a not too shaky voice.

“Oh, is it because you feel bad for some days now?” he looks so worried, “Yes but don’t worry, I-I am fine-” he looks at you confused, waiting for explanations.

You sit on the bed, ready to tell him. He stands here, looking at you closely.

“I did two tests at the drugstore this morning. I am pregnant, Carl.” you finally let out this painful secret. He is in shock, at first he doesn’t react so much, then he walks towards you and sits on the bed, you take him in your arms, he is in pure shock.

"How-I mean-” he stuttered, with a teary eye. “We didn’t protect ourselves the first times…I’m as surprised as you.”

“I’m sorry, I, don’t really know what to do-” he is totally panicked. You know how he lost his mother, it must be hard to process this information.

“It’s okay, calm down, we’ll be fine” you wipe the tear off his cheek, trying to comfort him softly. It is a big change in your life, it will be hard of course but that’s it.

You cross his look, then he smiles, you’re surprised, he starts laughing nervously, taking your hand “(Y/N), this is insane, it always happens to us, huh?” you laugh back, still sobbing a bit, “Oh god, I don’t know what we’re going to do but i know it is going to make our lives harder but better.”

It’s now his turn to take you in his arms, you then need a long talk;

How you’re dealing with it, what you need for the baby, if this is really what you want. “Are we gonna tell the others now?” he asks, stressed. “I think we need a bit to adjust, my dad knows and he’ll tell my mom. Maybe we should tell Michonne and Rick at the same time then for the others, maybe reunite them tomorrow…” you respond, confident.

“You decide, chef.” he kisses your forehead, agreeing to your plan. He needed a little bit of time to face his fears.

You then left for your parent’s;

As soon as you crossed Maggie’s way in the house, she dropped the freshly washed shirts she had in her hands to run to you, “Are you okay, sweetheart?” she asks worriedly, she knows and apparently she already had a long talk about it with your dad.

“I’m okay, i’m sorry mom” you apologize, feeling the tears coming again. “Gosh you should’ve asked for protection (Y/N)…Don’t apologize, now that it’s done it’s done. You told Carl yet? Is it even Carl’s?”

You laughed hearing her question “Yes it is mom, who would it be? I told him today…” “I hope he reacted well because i’m gonna kill him if he didn’t.” You know that when Glenn told her she got angry at first and then he pacified her, explaining the whole situation.

That night you got to your room, finding Carl crying, he didn’t expect you to come back to the room at this moment, “Carl…Are you okay?” “I’m fine, i’m fine, don’t worry” He wimped his tears off his face and let you lay with him, in a spoon he asks you “What are we going to do when you’ll have to give birth?”

You immediately understood he cried of overthinking, bad memories came back.

“We have Denise. We don’t have to worry about this right now, let’s see how the pregnancy goes, if we get to giving birth, i’ll be okay.” He holds you tight, a hand rubbing your stomach.

“Hey, (Y/N), i really don’t want you to think i’m not happy, i love you, i just need some time to process the info, i’m here for you and i’m sure i’ll be the happiest dad.” he whispered as it was late, when you heard this, you had some kind of a relieved feeling, you were so happy to hear this.

“I love you too, Carl.”

This was definitely too many emotions in one day. You surprisingly fell asleep pretty fast. When you woke up, Carl wasn’t in the bed, you got up and dressed up. You got downstairs to see Carl, Rick, Michonne and Judith all standing there.

“Hello, everyone.” you smiled, trying to guess if he already told them. They all said hi to you, Carl kissing you before whispering to your ear “I think we should tell them…”

He held you, an arm around your waist, “Well uhm, dad, Michonne, Judith, we- we have a big announcement to make right now-” he started confident then got cold feet.

“I’m pregnant.” you said opening your arms like “surpriiise” Michonne raised her eyebrows, eyes widened in shock. She stayed silent.

Rick almost dropped Judith from his arms hearing this, getting flashbacks of him allowing y’all to share a room…

“You- you are-” he stuttered trying to keep his mind…Michonne grabbed his arm “Oh god- Carl, (Y/N), you are two dumb teenagers, we need to talk for a second-” she took Rick with her in another room, Rick giving Judith to Carl for a second.

You both looked at each other, “I think they’re just- confused, it’s fine…” he tried to stay positive, looking at Judith with a not convinced smile. “You’ll be an aunt, Judith!” he told her.

She didn’t even know what the hell was going on she just cared on playing with Carl’s hair that got in her face when he kissed her forehead.

You were silent because of the stress of his parents’ reaction when they got back in the kitchen. “First of all, we’re not mad at you, we’re just really shocked, we know you’ll take care of the child. Are Glenn and Maggie aware of this?” Michonne asks, taking the comments because Rick was still dealing with the information.

“Yes they know.” you answered, a little smile on your face. Rick got forward and took Carl in his arms, he loves his son so much, he’s actually excited about a new born but he’s of course really anxious. Knowing Carl is very young, knowing maybe tomorrow Alexandria won’t exist anymore, that something could happen to you or the child.

Michonne looked at you with teary eyes, smiling, she also took Carl in her arms, he’s also like her son, she’s also scared of what could happen.

Rick hugged you while Michonne hugged Carl. “It’s gonna be alright.” he said, holding you head, rubbing your back. You’re so thankful to have Michonne and Rick in your life.

“So, do i look like i’d make a good grandpa?” he says, smiling at you before rubbing his eyes, sighing at his own sentence.

Carl laughed, looking back at Judith, “I think she’ll be a great aunt.” he said before looking at Rick and Michonne. “Oh yes she will, she’ll never let anyone approach her nephew or niece.” Michonne said laughing as she held your hand.

These were not expected reactions but they were the best you could’ve had. Of course the same day, Rick and Michonne got to Maggie and Glenn to talk about this madness.

Your mission was to tell everyone. You managed to somehow reunite the group in the Grimes’ house, you were so nervous before entering the room Carl had to calm you down.

“It’ll be fine, they’re gonna be all happy!” he reassured you, holding your head with both of his hands.

“You realize they’re gonna look at us and imagining us having sex, right? It’s embarrassing, Carl!” “No they’re not! I mean- maybe but then they will all smile and say congratulations and every classical pregnancy shit!” he tries to comfort you…

“If Abraham makes a joke, you owe me three chocolate bar.” you say with a frown.

He laughs “Come on” he takes you to the room, everyone is sitting there, confused. Glenn giving you a big comforting smile, Maggie looked at you with a kinda proud face. Rick and Michonne too, they were excited of seeing everyone’s reaction.

“Okay so, everyone, this was not expected for any of us but, I am pregnant.” you drop the bomb, making a tense smile as Carl adds “Surpriise!” opening his arms.

Sasha literally gasped as if she was watching a movie. You never saw Daryl surprised before, he raised his eyebrows before looking at Carol, she looked back at him, also surprised, letting out a nervous laugher.

Gabriel made the biggest smile you’ve ever seen “Wonderful! God bless!” he said, Rosita looked at him raising an eyebrow, she didn’t seem so surprised. Eugene didn’t even change his usual facial expression he just randomly said “I knew before you even said it.”

“Am i the only one so fucking shocked, oh my god!” Tara said, she’s the own that imagined you having sex and got traumatized by the image. Abraham laughed LOUDLY with a dad laugh.

Aaron smiled with furrowed eyebrows looking at everyone around him.

You looked up at Carl, “I think it got pretty well?” you tell him, laughing, “It’s not that bad.” he responds, kissing your forehead.

You all started a mini family party, celebrating this weird change in your life…

“I didn’t even know you knew what sex is-” Tara told you before Glenn interrupted her “I think we all know, thank you Tara.”

You walked towards Abraham and Carl with your dad,

“Hope you’ll name the baby after me.” he said pushing Carl’s shoulder with a proud look. You knew he made a dirty joke before saying this, you whispered to Carl’s ear “You owe me three chocolate bars, handsome.”

Rosita and Eugene were talking together with Gabriel, you got to them “Congratulations, (Y/N), i wish the best for this baby!” “Thank you, Father Gabriel” it actually got to your heart that Gabriel was so proud of you.

You hugged him before Carol, Daryl and Sasha reached you. “All my courage, kid.” Daryl said smiling at you before kissing your cheek, he’s always been like an uncle to you.

Maggie came into the little talking group, “I bet the baby will have Carl’s beautiful hair.” Sasha said laughing, “I’m sure the baby is going to get out of here wearing long hair.” Carol laughed with Sasha as Maggie put her arm around your waist, lying her head on your shoulder.

This is a freaking happy moment. You love them so much.

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thank u for reading this quick made post <3

maybe i’ll write about dad carl🥳

#carl grimes #carl grimes x reader #carl grimes x y/n #carl grimes x you #reader insert #the walking dead #twd carl

[sea-owl]

I love the idea of Eloise having a wild night and waking up married.

Add in her being afraid of commitment.

Her family discovering her marriage.

Her discovering her new husband has 2 rambunctious children.

It would make for a pretty interesting hangover.

How do you think it would all shake out?

Anon asked:

I remember you writing a scenario where Eloise and Phillip woke up married.

I love the accidentally married trope.

I would love to see Eloise find out phillip was not only her husband but the father of Two lil' shits. Instant marriage and instant motherhood.

I have to go find it but I think I remember. It was like one of two scenarios and this one was philoise waking up married. But I got you. Let me think of something fun.

I got an idea.

Phillip did not appreciate the pounding headache when he woke up that morning. Nor did he remember how he got back in his own bed. God he was gonna kill Michael. That hellion used the excuse that it was his birthday yesterday to get Phillip and Penelope to join him in getting utterly wasted at the bar. Michael had said something about them getting the sticks out of their asses and . . .letting go?

Phillip would roll his eyes if he could open them. The last time he followed Michael's definition of letting go, it ended with him becoming a father to twins after a one night stand with Penelope's cousin. So yeah, Phillip made it a rule to keep the drinking to a minimum in public.

A feminine moan was heard next to Phillip.

Phillip shot his eyes open, and hissed as the light hit them. Damn headache, damn Michael. Turning on his side he was not expecting to see a pretty brunette sleeping in the same bed as him. Oh no. Not again!

Phillip is gonna kill Michael.

Detangling himself from the sheets Phillip walked to the adjoining bathroom to find himself some aspirin and get this god awful taste out of his mouth. He has to find Penelope and Michael. He prays one of them remembers what happened, and one of them can keep Oliver and Amanda distracted while Phillip deals with the mystery woman in his bed.

Leaving a glass of water and an aspirin on the nightstand Phillip noticed a ring on her left finger.

No, no, no, no! Please don't be a one night stand. Please don't let it be a one night stand! He really needs to find Michael or Penelope so they can tell him he did not have a one night stand with a married woman!

Rushing out of his room Phillip followed the scent of breakfast down to the kitchen where he found his best friends. Michael was whistling while making waffles, eggs, bacon, and toast. Penelope was nursing one of those sugary caffeine monstrosities she keeps in his fridge. No sign of the twins though.

"Where are Oliver and Amanda?" Phillip asked.

"Their room," Penelope yawned. "I told them one of us would get them when breakfast was ready."

Phillip nodded. Good the twins didn't need to overhear this conversation. "Do either of you remember what happened last night?"

Penelope squinted, her lips slightly pouted. "Nothing much after arriving to the bar. We wished Michael a happy birthday. Maybe some dancing?"

Michael laughed. "You found yourself a pretty little lady to dance with Pip."

"Anything after?" Phillip asked.

Both Michael and Penelope shook their heads. Phillip groaned, face palming. Great neither of them are aware of the potential bomb up in his bed.

Penelope's sweet voice brought him back. "Pip? Are you okay?"

"Not really," Phillip sighed. "There's a strange woman in my bed currently, and she is potentially married."

Penelope's jaw dropped, Michael started to giggle. Both Phillip and Penelope sent their friend a glare.

"Michael this isn't funny! Phillip can't afford to have any more kids from one night stands! He's already got the twins!"

"And if she is married then we got an angry husband to deal with too," Phillip added on.

"Yeah but Pip, are you sure you aren't the husband?" Michael pointed to Phillip's left hand.

Phillip looked down. On his left ring finger was a ring. It wasn't the classic gold band but one of those cheap plastic ones one would win as some sort of prize at a festival.

Dear god what did he do last night?

"Who are you?"

All three friends froze. Shit that was the twins. Which means the mystery lady was up.

Rushing towards the dinning room where they heard the twins they came to the sight of Oliver and Amanda staring down Phillip's mystery lady.

The brunette looked towards the other adults. "Michael?"

Phillip caught sight of her left hand. Now in the light the ring looked just as cheap and plastic as the one on Phillip's hand. Actually it looked like it would work as a set with the one on Phillip's hand.

"Eloise?!" Michael exclaimed. He looked from the brunette to Phillip before bursting out laughing. "Oh Pip! This is the best birthday gift you could have given me!"

#if anyone is curious yes michael does know the bridgertons via francesca #so he knows how eloise is #he's ready for this roller coaster #accidental marriage #philoise #phillip crane #eloise bridgerton #bridgerton

[nymphie-mama]

reputation

pairing: John B Routledge x Maybank!reader

summary: in which john b has a reputation of being good in bed, and Y/N wants proof. 

warnings: car sex, vaginal sex, kissing, john b is a whore, underage drinking/somewhat drunk sex, squirting

A/N: reader is JJ’s sister,,, yes I know this is not an ideal family situation but it works best for the scenario 

WC: 903

John B is good in bed; at least that’s the word in figure eight. Y/N has heard the rumors about her and her brother’s best friend when it came to his area of expertise. John B and the guys found it hilarious, the reputation he had built for himself; whereas Y/N found herself clammy at the mention. 

Not because John B was her friend, but because she was jealous of the girls who had a chance with him. She was sure he saw her as a sister, the same way he saw JJ as a brother. Even after Big John disappeared, it wasn’t uncommon for Y/N and her brother to find girls entering and leaving the chateau on the weekend. She couldn’t help but be envious; those girls should’ve been her. 

However, she finds herself just somewhat tipsy at a party, as well as particularly hostile. John B is tipping his ear towards a girl’s mouth and grinning away. Her face heated up familiarly as she stared and downed the last of her drink; barely swallowing before making her way across the beach to him. Swallowing her pride aligns with it. Miraculously, his eyes meet hers and proceed to look her up and down, a grin forming into a smirk. 

“Hey, JB?” she asked, putting on her most innocent doe eyes and high pitch, “I hate to interrupt this little thing, but I need to talk to you.” Y/N grabbed his hand, pulling him away, but he didn’t protest. 

“What’s up, Y/N?” he said, laughing as they walked between two houses, Y/N putting her hands on his shoulders and leaning him against the side of the house. “Wow, were you jealous?”

“Shh- I really hope the rumors are true, or this will be worth nothing,” she said, attaching her mouth to his, waiting for him to let go. 

“JJ is going to kill me for this,” he said, mouth barely off of hers before deepening it. His hands wrapped around her waist, cupping her ass. She welcomed him, pushing her body closer to his and putting her hands in his long hair. Her thigh, touching his just right could feel his cock getting hard beneath her. 

They continued kissing for a few moments; hearts thumping heavily and in sync until John B pushed himself off the wall and brought her legs around his waist, not quite breaking the kiss. 

“Where are you taking me?” Y/N laughed, putting her head on his shoulder and wrapping her arms around his neck. 

“Twinkie. Much better than the side of a random person’s house.” He set Y/N back on her feet to unlock and open the back of the van and got her in it gently, crawling in after her. He brought his hands under her shirt, making her gasp at the warm sensation. She lay down in the van, his mouth coming back to hers, this time with more hunger and his grip on her to tighten. 

As his hand slid down to her hip, her back arched just a little, “Please, John B.”

“Are you sure, sweetheart?” he asked, propping himself on his elbow, licking his lips, and gazing at her with dark eyes. 

“It’s all I want.” Maybe it was her intoxication fading, but she was only now realizing how out of character she was being. Too late now. 

John B rushed to take off his jeans and boxers, his hard cock springing against his abdomen before he put on a condom and pull off her clothes. Left in her bra and panties, he admired her, smiling before hooking his fore and middle finger in the hem of her underwear and dragging his ring finger through her folds. “You’re so wet, Y/N. Because of me?” he teased. 

“Stop teasing,” she said, bucking her hips at him. He discarded her panties elsewhere, aligning his head with her entrance and slowly sinking in. His hands fell to her sides on the floor of the car, hers on his chest and legs wrapping around him so he’d be closer. “Oh, my god.”

He bottomed out in her, waiting for a sign to move. “Ready?”

“Please, move,” she said, interrupted by a gasp as he pulled almost the whole way out and snapped his hips back to hers. It didn’t take long before he found a rhythm that made her gasp and whine with every hit. 

“You sound so pretty,” he said, not stopping his snaps, “Am I making you feel good, sweetheart?” 

“God, yes,” she whined, back arching up to him as the coil in her stomach started to snap, “Keep doing that.” His thrusts were perfect, hitting her spongy spot every time. 

“Does this feel good?” he said, his finger running circles over her sensitive nerves. Before she could say anything, her body answered for her as the band snapped and her release split over on him. He chuckled, only a few more thrusts and he came too, sighing as he finished. 

“Did I just-” she stared at her slick on his legs.

“Oh my god,” he said, looking down as well, “you did. Let’s go home and get you to do that again, wow.”

Y/N threw on Her shirt and panties, getting into the front seat of the van, while John B hurriedly put on his boxers and started the car, speeding home. “JJ really is going to kill me. First, his sister; now I’m leaving him at the party. Lucky, lucky Y/N.”

The rumors about John B are definitely true.

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OMG!!

I love the idea of serial killer!Lilia. I know you haven't put anything else explaining it more, but can I request general headcanons of sk! Lilia??? Sorry if that's asking a lot, thank you! 😊

Thank you! And yes, I’d be happy to do general headcanons for sk!Lilia. I will be honest though, there’s only so much I can do without going on a whole tangent about my ideas.

Warning(s): Yandere, blood/gore, death/murder, social class, blood drinking, arson

war general lilia is a very respected man. you won't find anyone within briar valley that would disagree. as the general he works hard to get that 'oh so' desired reputation anyone would beg for.

apart from his constant state of killing people, he's a very hard worker, and tries to do the best he can. whether that's in the field or when he's killing. He devotes a great portion of his day working on war strategies, and training, often leaving his nights open for his fun activities.

he usually goes down in his dungeon to train occasionally going out to his garden, for all his weapons were down below, even the ones he murdered his victims with. 

he likes leaving traces of blood for his maids to clean because he's twisted, or perhaps too tired to clean it. he strives to leave the biggest messes just so he can see the faces on his workers once they spot it.

oh how that fills him with pleasure

other than work, lilia has lived a long life without his true darling. he can barely stand the thought of being alone, so, now at his very old, yet youthful age, he has no other desire but finding 'the one'. he's tried many ways, putting statements out, flirting, etc. yet nothing works

he often finds himself bringing women, and sometimes men back to his manor to see if they're his perfect match.

when it comes to lilia, he can be VERY picky. if the guest says one thing lilia even slightly disagrees with, it's off with them.

'I hate staying up at night, it makes me grumpy in the morning' -the girl

and it's not a sweet, 'thank you for coming over, don't ever come back.' no, it's death, and only death.

'thank you for sharing that, but i'm actually going to kill you now just because you said that. hope you're satisfied with your life.' -Lilia

over his long lifespan he's gradually become addicted to the thought of killing, something about it excites him beyond anything else he's ever known.

him being a bat fae doesn't help his thirst for blood either, infact, it makes it stronger. he craves the red liquid fresh from the body. the mere thought of slitting someone's throat and drinking from it makes him drool. he's so eager to kill each time he gets the opportunity, just imagining the warm liquid hitting his tongue.

often when he kills, he keeps a part of them with him, whether that be a ring they had, or a lock of their hair, he wants something as trophy. 'i'll add this to my collection, thank you, dear.'

but the worst thing about this lilia is that he feels no remorse. you could've just been ran over, he wouldn't care, it's not his problem. now, if you were the one he’s been looking for, he'd stopping for you and say, 'that's too bad, what can I do?’ 

his love for killing and almost emotionless self doesn't get rid of his love for babies and children. if a baby was in danger, he'd drop what he was doing in a heartbeat.

a baby is stuck in a village lilia just burnt down for no good reason other than 'i'm the commander, what i say goes.'?!?

he's on it, saving the baby is his new found goal.

he still has his playful attitude, but he shows it conditionally. he won’t outright laugh at the joke you made. no! he mustn’t! but in closed doors, or absolute loss of grip from reality, he’ll show his crazy, funny, weird side. or whatever you’d call it.

overall he's a very weird man, yet no one notices how weird he is because of his highly-ranked social class. to them, it's just 'sir vanrouge' being unique. he's almost like a devil in disguise.

Ask away!!! If you thought of specific scenarios, or headcanons I'll respond. (Or anything twist related)

A/N: I'd love to receive feedback and ideas for this scenario!!! I'm open to asks about this, I can't say I'll get to them right away, but I'll try my best! Also I'm sorry if I didn't explain this well enough, I'm not very good at putting things into words, I'm just good at telling the whole story :') I’m writing the fanfiction part for this story, but it might take a bit just for the storyline. I’m open to headcanons and scenarios tho!!

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Hi, how are you doing? I hope you are still taking up requests. I would like to ask a LEVI x READER with the scenario that they are married and Levi got wasted with the veterans. He was ranting about his wife for being strict with how they spend money (because he keeps on buying cleaning materials), how she cared about him seemingly being clingy especially when she bring him food when she actually just wanted him to not skipped meals and rant about how did he ever married her (well he was drunk)

*Happy noises!!!!* You are one of the big blogs that I really like, so that fact you asked something of me, makes me so happy!!! So sorry about the long wait but I hope this is to your liking. I did change it so that Levi wasn't drunk. Instead it would be a stress/exhibition mix because I think it was canon that he can't get drunk...but if you don't like it, no worries, I'll fix it!! Cried a little bit too while I made this, it's angsty and I apologize for that! But happy ending!!! So sorry about the wait. Thanks for your request and I hope you enjoy!!

Levi Ackerman x Reader: Lucky to Have You

Trigger Warning; Heavy Angst, mentions of ignoring, unappreciation, falling out/divorce, angry ranting. Please keep this in mind while you read.

It's rare to hear anyone complain about their partners during the veterans weekly late-night meetings.

Miche is normally pointing out how the fierce Nanaba is so soft and sweet with him.

Hange is always talking about Moblit's great work or how spice their nights can get before Levi covers their mouth to stop them from saying things that shouldn't be discussed with a younger audience.

Erwin recalls stories with the girl he liked a while ago, offering advice or simply just enjoying what his friends say.

Levi normally never brings you up into the conversation. He adored you with all that he is but doesn't want people to know that you're his weakness. It could put you in more danger than you already are and give his 'friends' something to tease him about. The few times he did bring you up was when people noticed the way you had fixed his jacket's shoulder emblem which was coming off. Or it was about the way his posture was better since you helped get rid of the pain in his back from the strain of his ODM gear. You were a goddess in his eyes and he tried his best to make sure that you knew he appreciated your efforts.

But this last month was hard. With the discovery of the Female Titan and the death of his squad, the stress and exhaustion started clouding his clear mind and it tangled up with you, though you did nothing wrong. It mixed together and came out during one of the night meetings. Levi didn't really process the words he said and everyone else in the room really was tipsy from the drinks to point it out.

"Some days I can't stand her anymore. She's always so clingy, using the excuse to bring food to my office just to be with me for a few minutes. I never see her with food yet you don't hear me barking at her to eat something and stop doing the task in front of her" Levi grumbled starting off expressing his frustrations.

"Then it's always being cautious with money. Yes I know we don't have a lot because the Scouts only have so much of their own but I don't need you to remind me every time I plan on going to get something. The cadets are so clumsy so when they break something, the mop last week, I have to go and get new ones because no one else does" Everyoen just let him rant. They've never seen him so worked up over anything before and it was more so for the humor. Heck, none of them, except Levi, would remember this later.

"I'm a grown man, not some child that she needs to take care of. I need some space. How blind does she need to be, can't she tell?" He played with the ring on the necklace after he finished.

"Weird, normally Y/n's so good at noticing things" Hange sighed, looking down.

"Its normal, you'll get used to it" Miche hummed. Levi rolled his eyes but didn't add anything else.

"Talking works but I'm assuming that's already off the table?" Erwin adds and gets a grunt in response. The conversation quickly changes, thanks to Hange, and it's also quickly forgotten.

By them at least. Instead, it plants itself inside your head and leaves a tight feeling in your chest. Is that really how he view the things you did for him? But you two swore no more secrets the day you both got married. So many questions swarmed your mind and prevented you from opening the door and taking your husband back to your shared room. The entire conversation could be heard through the door from where you stood. No mistakes could be made as it came out perfectly clear. You walked back, alone as you decided to give him what he claimed he wanted.

You made a brief stop at his room, not your shared one anymore, to remove the traces of you from it. You didn't want him to put up with you anymore than necessary any longer. Then you made your way back to your room that was hardly used.

The bed was cold, the room was a little dusty but you cleaned it up quickly. And then the small container than sat in your top bedside table drawer made its appearance for the first time in two years. Your small pouch was taken out of the basket you used to love all your stuff and its contents was dumped inside. Just under twenty dollars left of the last three months salary. Everything else was used to help Levi with his cleaning habits for his own comfort. Your money could now be put towards the new set you wanted to help with your hobby. Something that's been on hold since the cadets have been so irresponsible with Levi's stuff.

Now that you're room was back in order, you settled into bed and tried to sleep alone. Something that you've gotten used to since Levi rarely listened and hardly came to bed with you. But at least his scent was on the blankets and you could hear him in his attached office. Now, there was nothing. Not to mention that you're office was on the opposite ends of the hallways since you were a Squad leader and had Levi's squad and another under your supervision. So there would be no contact with him whatsoever.

It was for the best but it didn't help the crappy feeling eating away at you. You thought things were going ok and that you and Levi had reached an understanding that if anything was wrong, you could come and talk to each other about it. You were strong, of course you were, but no one is able to go through a heartbreak without shedding a tear. Which is why there was little guilt about crying yourself to sleep that night.

A week passed and now that the stress has finally calmed within the regiment, Levi had started to notice things were off. First of all, nothing covered him during the nights he fell asleep at his desk. Your side of the bed was cold every morning and the wrinkles in the sheets where you normally sleep were gone. Meals were no longer brought to him, nor was his tea and he had to stop and grab something because concentrating just didn't happen when meals were missed. But most importantly, why the hell were you gone? Why didn't you pop into his office during the day with something corny to say or to mess his hair up so that he would sit up properly and not hurt his back? He missed you.

But its not like he could pull you over and ask what's going on because you were nonexistent when he went to look for you. He would try to talk after meetings but you would literally disappear into thin air. There was a meeting taking place in the capital next week and you both were assigned to go on it. So he was hoping to talk to you before that, which is why he's checking your office, a place he's rarely been to since being married.

He didn't bother knocking since there was no voices or noise coming from the inside. So when he pushed open the door, he had to bite hit tongue to stay queit.

You had fallen asleep on the floor of your office, surrounded by papers and folders. On your desk was lunch but it was only half eaten. His eyebrows furrowed because this was so out of your character. Even before he became friends with you, you worked smart not hard. This mess if work was hard work not smart work and he could tell by the small amount of finished work there was.

Next to the dishes, was a thinner folder labeled "private" and there were wet drop stains scattered around the label. He immediately assumed they were tear stains and he opened the folder. In red ink was the word 'Divorce' and at the bottom of the page, there was two sections. Once was filled in with all of your information and the otherwise was blank. The only thing that gave away what it was for, was the title "partner two". He ran a hand through his hair and swore under his breath.

The noise of the folder moving, woke you up and you watched his expression fall into one of despair. There was a painful flicker of hope that Levi did still love you but it was extinguished by the glare returning.

"You can take that, sign it then I'll mail it away and you won't be trapped with me anymore" you speak up, your voice was still rough from sleep. Levi turned around quickly and his silver eyes connected to your tired, dull ones.

"What?" He asked you to clarify though he heard you just fine the first time.

"We rarely see each other anymore, I'm not happy with this and neither are you. So why are you continuing to trap yourself with me?" You mumble, cleaning up your stuff and packing away the papers. He doesn't respond, just watches you. Since when did he say that you were trapping him or preventing him from being happy? You do the exact opposite to him...but you looked so...broken. So maybe he would just suck it up and do it for your sake. He hates seeing you this way but he didn't know what would've caused this.

"Ok" was all he said before taking the folder and going to his own office.

The next week was so hard to do anything. Levi couldn't do anything without having your broken expression or the last conversation going through his mind. He wanted to have a proper talk with you about this and he finally got the chance when you had to share a room with him.

You had sat down on the couch and Levi dropped the folder onto to the table in front of you. Your heart fell at the sight of it and you took the folder after looking at it for a few moments.

"You signed it?" You confirmed, not opening it yet.

"No I didn't. You never gave me a proper explanation as to why you're doing this. You can't just dump this on my Y/n" he sat on the bed facing you.

"Your explanation was your vent two weeks ago" you glared weakly at him and a cold sweat it Levi hard. He had forgotten about the things he said and they all came back in a rush, giving him a headache.

"You heard that? Y/n please, all of that came out wrong-" the steady, calm monotone voice he usually had, broke as he panicked.

"You don't have to keep lying Levi. I just want to know where I went wrong...I just wanted to take care of you since you do that to everyone but yourself. I thought it helped when I brought you food so that you didn't waste time, grabbing meals. I didn't mean to be clingy when I come and get you from your night meetings with your friends or when I sit and talk with you for a little bit after bring you food...I'm sorry I became a problem...I'm sorry this wasn't something you could come and talk about to me about. I'm sorry I let you down..." you started off strong but you eventually started crying again as you reached the end. The strong front Levi had, was gone and replaced with horror as he saw you break down like this. He wanted to hold you, soothe you, wipe away your tears and make things better again. But he couldn't because he was the problem. So instead he got up and took the folder, that was now next to you as you hid your face in your hands,and threw it in the fire. After hearing the new bring noise, you looked up to see him staring onto the fire with his eyes glossy.

You opened your mouth to speak but the clanking of the fire stick hitting the stand as he put it away, made you stop. Levi returned to the bed and sat so that he faced you.

"If you still want a divorce by the end of these three day, I'll go and get you another form. But can we please talk this out properly before jumping to conclusions like this?" He asked quietly, looking down at the floor. You stay silent and let him continue.

"I don't want you thinking I hate you, that I feel trapped with you, that I made a mistake marrying you or that I regret it. Because I don't...and I know you probably don't believe me. Those things I said...I was confused, tired and hurt but it doesn't matter because i never should've said that. I didn't remember I said those until you brought it up. Sorry isn't going to make up for this and it never will but I'm going to start by saying it because it's a sign of recognition of my mistakes and its better than saying nothing at all. Y/n, I'm so sorry for the crap I said about you. You are such a wonder that I've found and I'm sorry that I hurt you" as he spoke, his eyes were locked on you the entire time. You could tell that it was a struggle to stay composed as he stopped frequently and hid Adam's Apple bobbed nervously. When he finished speaking, he dropped his gaze again and shut his eyes slightly to stop the stinging from the tears that tried to build up and escape.

Your tears continued to fall because you didn't think you would ever hear Levi apologize the way he did. It helped to soothe the burning pain in your chest that you've had for almost a month now. But part of you was still scared that this was a cover up.

"We have three more days until we go home. If you'll allow me, I want to try and show you how sorry I am and try to make amends with you" he spoke again after a little bit, looking at you which mirrored the same pained expression you had.

You were hesitant but your gut was urging you to give it a chance, to give him a chance again.

"Alright..." you agreed slowly and Levi perked up a little more.

"Thank you. For starters, here" he passed you a small envelope. It seemed light until you grabbed it and it turned out being much heavier than expected. You opened it to inspect it and gasped at the contents. Money, it was a decent amount too and you shot Levi a look for clarification.

"I'm not trying to bribe you into staying with me...I found your money book in my office and found the amount of money that you took from your salary and added to my funds for the new cleaning supplies that the brats keep breaking. Most of it's my money but the kids found out and added some of their own too. There should be enough in there for the new kit you've been wanting for your spare time hobby. As well as some left over that will give you a boost for your savings" Levi explains and it fills your chest with a sense of calm and warmth. He noticed. Not only that but he paid you back even though he didn't have to. You were left speechless and it scared him a little bit. He was panicking internally that this was too much.

"You also don't need to acc-" he started but you cut him off.

"No...this is amazing...thank you Levi" your voice broke off near the end as happy tears replaced the sad tears. He relaxed and dug out a clean cloth from his pocket, moving towards you and kneeling in front of you to wipe your tears before stopping to correct himself. He couldn't do this yet, not after being such a jerk.

You placed your hands on his to stop his internal debate and gave him a look which told him he was ok to continue. He was very gentle when wiping your tears. He treated your face like glass but also welcomed your touch when you leaned into his hand more.

"Thanks Levi" you whispered and he nodded in response.

"Of course my love...I mean Y/n" he stuttered and you smiled a little.

Over the course of the next few days, Levi did everything to counter what he said about you. When meal time came, he made sure you both ate and stopped whatever he was doing and gave you his full attention. If you were working on something, he brought you food and sat giving you space to work but also staying near you in case you needed anything.

He slowly worked his way into sleeping with you again. Starting off in the bed while you took the couch, because he gave up fighting with your stubbornness, for the first night. Then it was a pillow barricade the second night which ended up with you cuddling Levi against your chest while he clung to your torso and lower body. And finally the last night...

"We go back tomorrow...If you made up decision, I'll grab the forms on the way back" Levi said nervously.

"Stop nervous fiddling and come lie on the bed" you instruct. You've started acting more like yourself over that last two days which was a big relief to him. He does what you ask and you surprise his when you curl up against his chest, just like before.

"You made the right decision burning the file" you claim, looking at him.

"Really?" His eyes lit up now, something that has been gone since he first found out about your plan.

"Yes. I'm mean it when I say it Levi I forgive you.-" he cuts you off before you can add anything else.

"If you're thinking of apologizing again, don't. You're not even the one who should've apologized. I am. This was my fault and you were only acting according to what you thought was best. This had nothing to do with you. We've just learned now to talk instead of assuming and venting." He scolds lightly and you hum in agreement.

"Don't try to apologize for apologizing earlier either." He adds quickly as you open your mouth. Though now, the words turn into laughter. Infectious laughter as Levi chuckles a bit too.

"I love you Y/n. So so much. Thank you for trying again with me" he kisses your lips once you both settle down.

"I love you too Levi...thank you for making things ok again" you smiled and cupped his cheek.

It was a dangerous way to learn a lesson about having a relationship but it worked out in the end at least. Levi made sure to be more cautious of his actions going forward and you did too. This hiccup in the road only made you two grow stronger as years passed. And looking back, you both were grateful to have learned the lesson of communication early on in your marriage. So that you didn't end up as the other couple down the the street that bickers constantly! You're both as happy as can be.

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Shay Patrick Cormac SFW Headcanons

A-Affection (How do they show their affection? )

Shay’s affection comes in many different forms. First is those tender ones that just make you melt into him, from his caresses to his husky Irish accent telling you he loves you. Second is his way of smiling. The best and brightest smiles are when he’s near you and happy with you, and his love language is mainly that of touch. His hugs, the tender hugs are ones that get you high in the sky, and also down low to his warmth in the winter season.

B-Best Friend (How did you two meet? What would they be like as your best friend?)

There are two scenarios to how you two are friends. But first, I’ll answer the second question. As your best friend, he trusts you, more than anyone else, sticking by his side since you two met, of course. Shay considers you his partner, and loves it when you two are doing the same mission together. Though, you do respect that he needs to go on his own sometimes, and you do not follow him on this, but you do say to be careful. As he always says, “I make me own luck!” Though, when you two don’t have a mission, he teaches you how to fight better, and also drink tea with a bit of jokes here and there.

The first scenario of how you would meet would be if you’re also an assassin as he was. Though, the fate of your relationship with his depends on if you betray your fellow assassins like he did, fighting for the better cause. If you do, he would end up finding you, along with meeting Colonel Monro, in New York. He would be hesitant at first to see you, but Monro would convince him that you’re his friend now, and soon would be inducting you into the Order after Shay.

The second scenario is that you were already a Templar, either already indicted or not yet, and you were sent with Colonel Monro on assignment to help his Army. When you meet Shay, a sort of spark, a conscious in your mind knew that he could be trusted, and quite useful to the Templar Order. Though when he tells you he was apart of the Assassin Order, you just wanted to ask him to tell you a story.

C-Cuddles (Do they like cuddling? How would they cuddle?)

He loves to cuddle, and could do it everyday if it didn’t mean to get up and do anything else, except for basic needs, but nothing else. When he cuddles, he’s the big spoon, always, and holds you close to his chest so you can feel his heart beating for you. He’ll press kisses to your forehead, cheek, shoulder, or arms, and even whisper to you how much he loves you. The accent gets you every, Single, Time. The days where you just want to sleep, he’ll cover you up, get into bed with you, and put an arm around you or just hold your hand too.

D-Domestic (Would they help you around the house? Are they willing to settle down?)

Settling down with you has been on his mind for quite some time after the relationship started, seeing you as one of his lucky charms that he would never want to fade from his life. Settling down to him means to marry you, have kids if you wish, and just have a good enough property for the two of you to be happily together. If you ask him to help you with the laundry, he would do it without complaining. If you ask him to fix something on the roof or the walls, no problem. Anything for you.

E-Ending (What would happen if they broke up with their partner?)

He would never have the heart to break up with you. Each time he thinks he has to do it, you always say that his luck would vanish if he did. He always tells you that you’re his luck, his lucky star, his lucky charm. It would kill him to see you walk away from him and say goodbye one last time. Til death do us part, even before commitment.

F-Fiancé(e) (Would they be interested in having you as their bride or promised one?)

He always asks himself this every day. Planning on giving you gifts, flowers, the engagement ring, hell he even asked Haytham for damn advice, and Haytham couldn’t damn well answer them. If you’re scared of commitment, he’ll give you a promise ring and flowers still, but he wants you to be his second half of the book, the one that never ends. He’ll travel everywhere with you, and won’t regret it.

G-Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

Physically, this man can be quite a teddy bear. Mentally, he’s just the most precious man to ever come into your life. Physically, he would regret ever hurting you and would tend to stay to soft hugs and pats on the back or head. Mentally, he’ll be like a therapist, but somewhat more helpful, talking to you and listening to your venting. Even his kisses are damn gentle, even when he’s jealous.

H-Hugs (How would they hug and do they like it? Might compare it with cuddles)

Comparing to cuddles and hugs, he loves the cuddles more as it indicates that you two aren’t hugging, and no one will interrupt you during the times. He likes hugs too, but the hugs are mostly side ones with back rubs and a smile.

I-I love you (How fast would they say the L-word?)

For a couple months, you two became partners to best friend partners. Shay has always wanted to say he loves you, but could never bring himself to do it. It’s only when you risked your life when the words finally spit out and it catches you two by surprise. Though, he quickly gets himself together and helps you out with whatever you’re trying to do. After that, expect another I love you, and possibly rain…possibly a kiss in the rain too.

J-Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

He does tend to get pretty jealous, but can easily hide it until you two are alone. Expect one of two things, if he’s slightly jealous, he will hold your hands and gently kiss you, then tell you that he loves you so much and might hold you close to him. The second one is that he’ll pin you to a nearby wall, and kiss you deeply, as long as he wants until you two run out of breath. While he’s catching his breath lightly, and you asked why he’d do such a thing, he’ll tell you to not worry about it and the matter is gone.

K-Kiss (What are their kisses like? How often would this be happening? Where do they like to kiss you and where they would like to be kissed.)

His kisses are that of passion, ones that give you that Liquid Luck effect of luck and confidence for 24 hours. They are also soft and the way he speaks out of them, it’s hot. It would happen basically anytime he wants to kiss you or needs to kiss you. It can be in front of Haytham for all I care, and Haytham would just watch, like a creep (wanna join? *wink wink*) before continuing the conversation. Shay would most likely kiss you on the lips or your cheek as it’s signs of his affection, and the same Vice versa for him.

L-Little Ones (How are they with children?)

If you give this man a child, I do suspect a bit of fatherly love with a lot of stealy Mcstealy moments. He’d love his child to the death of him, being more of the mother than the father with how much time he spends with the baby. When the baby grows up, he’s already teaching them how to defend themselves and the child already knows English and Gaelic. Though, he would want more, he can’t help that he loves children. Even if they can be annoying.

M-Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

Mornings are a way, to him, of spending some quality time with your loved one before doing any important duties. There will be some days where he comes to you with a silver platter, with your favorite breakfast and drink, and a kiss on your lips. Other days, he only has a bit of time, so he’ll quickly make your favorite drink or a cup of tea, then head off to the headquarters after giving you a kiss on the forehead.

N-Night (How are nights spent with them?)

Nights are spent in his ship, the Morrigan, and it usually ends up with the two of you cuddling in his bed, telling you and showing you his love. Though, there are some nights where you have to initiate the cuddling and then it’ll go to him cuddling with you.

O-Open (When will they reveal their true colors? How slow or fast is this?)

His true colors are already there when you’re together. You’ve seen him do a lot of things and he’s usually blunt when it comes to things like this. Sometimes his true feelings don’t come out unless you do a bit of persuasion.

P-Patience (Do they have patience in this or are they very easily angered?)

Shay has a lot of patience when it comes to love. He knows it takes time to fully love someone, and doesn’t mind if you don’t show your true colors until later down the road.

Q-Questions (If you were to quiz them, how much of you would they remember?)

If you’d quiz the man, he might know most of your basic get to knows, but he might be surprised to know that he knows your age, birthday, and your favorite type of furniture in exact detail. When you do tell him he actually got all of the questions right, his cheeky Irish smirk appears and his accented words, even just the word lick, has you in a giggly or chucking mess before kissing him.

R-Reminiscing (What is their favorite moment in the relationship?)

His favorite moment is always going to be the kisses, just feeling your lips on his and giving him sweet sensations each time they’re there.

S-Security (Are they overprotective? How would they protect you and how would they like to be protected?)

He’s not overprotective, but just enough to worry about you and to make sure you have all your essentials before going out on a mission. He protects you mainly in that way, and he likes being protected by knowing that he knows you’re alive, his lucky star always there for him even in his dark times.

T-Try (How much effort would they put into important events, gifts, everyday tasks, etc.)

He would put in the best effort he can to make you happy and people around him happy. Though, like In the creed, he might go against people’s wishes if he feels like the mission’s a failure. His gifts to you are always genuine, even if it’s freshly hunted food or freshly picked flowers from a garden or in the wilds.

U-Ugly (What are some of their bad habits/flaws of theirs?)

Some flaws of his are that he sometimes doesn’t get it when you’re talking sweet and loving to him, and his habit is that he can be somewhat clingy towards you but only because he loves you.

V-Vanity (How vane/concerned are they with their looks?)

He’s not vane, but is pretty concerned of his looks. As a Templar, he always looks his best and dresses his best. This is no condition for you two.

W-Whole (Would they feel lost, lonely, incomplete without you?)

He would feel all three. Lost and lonely, he’s Mister lonely, on his own. *music notes*

X-Xtra (One random headcanon)

Shay bought you a lucky charm, a gold one with lots of tiny item things that remind you of him, and one gold chain with his name around your neck. “Not because he owns me, but because he knows me.”

Y-Yuck (What’s one thing they would not like in a relationship or a partner?)

He would not like a partner that’s toxic or always lies. If he feels like you’re a bad luck charm he’ll make sure to stay clear from you and if you love him, he’ll politely decline wanting to be romantically involved with you.

Z-Zzzz (What’s their sleeping habit?)

His sleep comes whenever he’s feeling so sleepy that he can’t keep his eyes open or yawns so much you feel like he’s going to be sleeping on the floor. Though, if you sleep before him, he’ll kiss you on your forehead before going to sleep himself.

#shay patrick cormac #assassins creed #headcanon #shay cormac #assassins creed headcanons #assassins creed rogue #hes so hot

[den-shosha]

Toman x Takemichi's big brother (platonic)

ANIKI PT2

Here's the suit! I found an app where you can convert text to audio and I passed the day using it with that chapter. Hopefully, it will help make it sound better.

Tags; @gabytodd

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Honestly, neither Takemichi nor Draken thought that you would actually come to pick them up at the hospital. Yet you did. Each time a member of Toman was discharged you would, somehow, know about it and wait for them outside with food and drink. Poor Mikey took a moment to realize that, yes, you were Takemitchy's older brother, it's not a joke. He didn't take his eyes off you during all the car rides, no matter how much Draken told him to stop. But you said nothing and let the young leader stare at you.

Draken, who did invite you to join their gang, was the first to warm up to you even after your refusal.

- "Sorry kid, but I left that life behind me when I got custody of Michi. Won't mind giving you my number if you need a hand or anything. My arm still long and my web large." You told him and the tattooed teen accepted it.

But you did show up often. Whenever there was a reunion you'll be driving your brother and bring food and drinks. Draken would thank you each time. Little, with each visit, more and more members warmed up. Soon, your number found its way into everyone's phone, ready to be used if needed.

Yet you never imagined getting a call.

But the day of the festival, your phone did ring.

- "Aniki! Draken has been stabbed!"

Your blood turned into ice in your veins, hearing your little brother scream his pain and fear for his friend, asking what to do. Even if they were already at the hospital.

After calming your brother, as best as you could, you grabbed as much food as you could - so did you with warm blankets and clean clothes - before heading for the hospital.

On your arrival you felt the heavy atmosphere and simply knew; the news wasn't good. Takemichi jumped in your arms, crying, the second he saw you and so did sweet Hina. Petting their head you tried to lift their morals, only to make them cry more.

Great.

- "You'll see, Draken is going to be just fine. The kid is strong, he won't leave any of you behind." You said, putting a blanket on everyone's shoulder.

Mikey kept silent, just staring at you as you did the same with him, even giving him food.

- "Here, take it. I bet none of you got to eat anything and hospital food is trash."

- "Not hungry..." Replied Mikey

- "Yeah, well we both know Draken would be shoving it down your throat if he could. So eat and relax, your friend will be fine."

You try to not think about how Draken's heart stopped before reaching the hospital, about all the worst-case scenarios that could happen. You knew just too well how a simple stabbing wound could be the end of even the strongest fighter.

- "It wouldn't have happened if you were there." The words slapped you right across the face. "If you had accepted Draken's offers to join us, he would still be at the Festival enjoying it."

- "Oi! Emma, what the fuck?" Chifuyu's voice is both angry and surprised. "Y/n joining or not got nothing to do with the situation!"

- "That's right! Everyone already knows how Draken-Kun and aniki are friends, meaning they would still have attacked him even if aniki had joined us!" Takemitchy stared at Emma, angry. "Emma, you know Draken-Kun wouldn't see aniki as responsible for what happened to him!"

- "It's alright kids, she is not wrong. If I had been there, they might have been too scared of the consequences. That's what you mean right? But I am not a scarecrow kid. I've been there Emma. Your anger is justified, but not directed at the right person. I am not the one who tried to gut Draken. Keep that anger for the day you face the responsible." Your voice stays calm, and soft even as you sit next to Mikey. "Listen, kids, I've been there too, waiting for the doctors to come either tell me my friend had made it or not. More often than not, no they didn't. But it was another time. Your generation isn't the same as mine. Y'all prefer fists and knives rather than guns, a good old beating instead of a bullet right between the eyes. My hands are bloody Emma. I killed more than I can or care to remember and a lot of the time it was by vengeance. I understand that anger. It's burning your veins, making your heart beat so hard in your chest that it must feel like it will explode right? But trust me when I am telling you this; letting it control you won't make you feel better. Do you want to scream, insult or hit me? Go on, I won't try to stop you, but in the end, the only one who will be hurt is you. As your mind clears, you will regret your words and actions."

They all stared at you with big eyes. Of course, Takemichi was crying.

- "You... You really killed people aniki?"

- "Yeah Michi, I did. When you are in a gang... It will come a time when it's either kill or be killed, or your soul calls for revenge. Those are ugly times." You sighed, passing your hands on your face. "Y'all are so young, so innocent. I hate thinking about what could happen to you if you were to take the wrong path."

Your eyes met your brother's. There you saw fear before Takemichi looked at Mikey. Of course. The leader. If Mikey was to fall for the "dark side" then the whole gang would follow him in his descent to hell.

- "Well, well, if it's not young Y/n." Said a gentle voice.

- "Doctor Aiko?" You asked, rising your head toward the voice.

- "Yes dear. Long time no see!"

Aiko-san had short spiky hair marbled with silver. Her wrinkled face was soft and gentle, her smile kind. Sadness clouded her grey eyes.

- "Not to sound cruel, but I did hope you finished with that kind of life darling."

- " Well you see..."

- "It's your brother's turn?" She cut you, turning her eyes on Takemichi.

- "Yeah..." You sighed, passing your hand through your hair.

- "Run in the family I see!" She laughed like an angel. "Tell me if I have to reserve a room for you kid, as I did with trouble magnet."

- "Was he that bad?" Asked Mikey with a smirk

- "The worse! Here at least once a month if not each week. I will always remember the day that you arrived after passing through a window with another kid and fell 3 floors." You groaned, hiding your face in your hands as the teens laughed. "So, for who are you here?"

- "The kid who got stabbed."

- "Draken!" Replied Mikey at the same time you spoke

- "Ah yes! The tall teen with the dragon tattoo?" Everyone nodded "He is doing amazing! The surgeons are almost finished I heard."

Everyone sighed or jumped, screaming with joy. You smiled and patted Mikey's back gently.

- "See, I told you he would be fine." Looking back at the doctor, you asked gently; "Isn't a bit too long for such a wound, Doctor? And why are you aware?"

- "You are right. You see, when your friend got stabbed, the very point of the blade broke. That little, little piece was floating in his guts. They couldn't leave it there obviously, but couldn't find it. And as you know from personal experience, I am the best at finding those!"

- "Yeah, I know that," you said with a soft smile. "So, how long do you think hell be here?" You watched everyone get out to celebrate, except Mikey who stayed next to you.

- "At least a week, maybe two. Not that I am not glad to see you, Y/n, but I have to go"

- "Thank doc! Bye-bye!"

You smiled, waving goodbye to the doctor, looking at Mikey. The young leader stared back at you before you messed up his hair.

- "You are doing an amazing job kid, but you don't have to always carry everyone on your back. You have the right to show weakness from time to time. No one who really respects you will judge you for that."

- "Yeah, I know." He sighed. "Y/n-Kun..."

- "Yes kid? You can ask me whatever you want."

- "Why didn't you accept to join us?"

- "Because almost all my former gang has been killed and I am not ready, probably will never be, to go through that pain again."

Mikey looked away, his dark eyes turned to the ground.

- "So it wasn't because your leader was taking a dark turn?"

- "What? No, no. They were shot at a funeral while I was at the hospital, by a rival gang. Why..."

- "They were looking at me when you talked about taking the wrong path."

- "Oh, Mikey. Of course, they looked at you. You are their leader, they will follow you whatever path you take. Today you almost Draken and it's clear you would have wanted revenge on the responsible. They must have been worried about it, that all."

Mikey only nodded.

- "C'mon, go join them and I'll stay here. I will come to get y'all once Draken is officially out of the OR." You watched Mikey get on his feet, about to leave. "Oh, and Mikey, if you want to talk about anything, you have my number.'

Mikey paused for a second before smiling at you.

- "Y/n... What did you do after..."

- "Let's just say that gang doesn't exist anymore too."

Mikey nodded and you watched the teen leave, worried. If that boy was to take the wrong path, it would be bad. Very bad. But Mikey had such a good and supportive group of friends. They would not let him fall into hell.

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Everyone; worries about Draken

Y/n; lmao, I'm about to trauma dump on them so hard...

#takemichi x reader #tokyo revengers x male reader #draken #male reader #mikey #x male reader #tokyo revengers #tokyo rev x you