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baldval · 10 days

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heyy! You dont have to do this if it makes you uncomfortable it is a little darker…

can i request overlords finding out that reader selfharms? Like they knew she was unstable but they didnt think that much

thank you!!!

BEING COMFORTED BY HAZBIN!₊˚⊹♡

characters: alastor, vox, velvette, valentino, lucifer, adam

warnings: sad reader, slightly ooc adam (that man is so hard to write omg)

a/n: ik i said i'm comfortable w darker asks, i just don't really feel ok w writing about such heavy/negative topics (especially sh), but don't worry anon, should've added that mb. anyways, i give you hazbin characters comforting reader in return 🫶🫶

ALASTOR:

ᯓ he’s not exactly a ‘sit down and talk about feelings’ type of person

ᯓ but he can tell when something’s wrong

ᯓ and he wants nothing more but to make you feel like you’re on top of the world

ᯓ he sees your pouty face when you get home

ᯓ “hey, darling, come look,” he says

ᯓ he’d been at work when you’d left

ᯓ so he’s had some time to figure out what to do for you without making it seem like he’s prying

ᯓ he’ll ask you about what’s bothering you once you’ve relaxed

ᯓ he plops down on the couch, dragging you with him

ᯓ your favorite movie is paused on the tv, waiting to be played

ᯓ “i found an extended version. with bloopers and deleted scenes and everything,” he murmurs

ᯓ the entire movie, his hand is rubbing up and down your back

ᯓ his fingers sometimes creep up your neck, playing gently with your hair

ᯓ the entire thing is extremely soothing

ᯓ you know he knows something’s wrong

ᯓ and you also know he’s going to do everything in his power to fix it

ᯓ and you’re so grateful he just loves you

VOX:

ᯓ he doesn’t need you to say anything, ever

ᯓ he just knows what you need

ᯓ when he comes home and finds you in bed early, he knows you’ve had a difficult day

ᯓ he doesn’t know what happened, but he won’t ask until you’re feeling better

ᯓ he changes out of his work clothes and just gets into bed with you

ᯓ when you don’t say anything either, he pulls you into a cuddle, one hand pressing your head to his chest and the other cupping your hip

ᯓ “hi, vox.”

ᯓ he peppers your face in kisses

ᯓ “feeling off?” he asks

ᯓ you nod

ᯓ his fingers go to stroke your jaw

ᯓ “you can talk to me, you know. i want to make it better,” he tells you

ᯓ so you tell him everything

ᯓ whatever the issue was, the next day, he’s found some way to solve it

ᯓ just for you

ᯓ anything for you

VELVETTE:

ᯓ the minute you come home from work, exhaustion and misery rolling off of you in waves, she demands to know what’s wrong

ᯓ “is someone bothering you? is it your boss again? because i can get him fired.”

ᯓ you tell her everything

ᯓ she promises to help you with whatever it is that’s causing you trouble

ᯓ she’d tip the earth off it’s axis if you asked

ᯓ “come here, i want a kiss,” she tells you

ᯓ you very happily oblige

ᯓ she spends the entire night just spoiling (and worshiping) you

ᯓ the sheets of your bed are tangled between both your legs

ᯓ you’ve never felt more loved

ᯓ she murmurs about how your aniversary is coming up

ᯓ and tells you to get your nails done and dress pretty

ᯓ you don’t really know how you got here

ᯓ but you’re not upset

ᯓ you smile up at the ceiling, delightedly dazed

ᯓ you don’t even remember why you were upset

VALENTINO:

ᯓ he feels what you feel

ᯓ and at this point he can never leave you alone

ᯓ he NEEDS to be with you 24/7

ᯓ so naturally it’s like he’s dying when you come home looking upset

ᯓ “hey, no kiss hello?” he whines

ᯓ that manages to get you to laugh

ᯓ he smiles at your smiling

ᯓ you go over to kiss him and he catches your wrist before you walk off

ᯓ “no, c’mere,” he insists

ᯓ he tugs you into his lap and winds his arms around your waist

ᯓ he sets his chin on your shoulder

ᯓ “why’re you upset?”

ᯓ “oh, it’s nothing, val.”

ᯓ “bullshit.”

ᯓ you spill

ᯓ he rubs circles into your hip bone

ᯓ “i’d be upset, too,” he admits

ᯓ he kisses all up your neck

ᯓ “but we don’t have to think about that at all now. can we just spend some time together? i promise, though, if you’re still having problems i’ll gladly fuck up as many lives as you need.”

ᯓ you laugh, making him laugh

ᯓ you spend the rest of the night just sitting there talking to him

LUCIFER:

ᯓ the two of you are watching your current show, as you do every night, and he notices you’re zoning out

ᯓ he pauses it and looks down at you

ᯓ he dots a couple kisses over your brow

ᯓ “everything okay?”

ᯓ “rough day…”

ᯓ “why didn’t you tell me?”

ᯓ his expression is one of concern now, yet still absolutely laden with affection

ᯓ “i’m sorry, i’m not trying to keeping things from you or anything. i just don’t want to bother you.”

ᯓ “i want you to bother me. say everything that comes into your brain, i want to hear it.”

ᯓ he pulls you closer, palm smoothing over the back of your neck as he sets your head against his chest

ᯓ you tell him about your day, and how you were getting so frustrated

ᯓ frustrated everything was going wrong today, frustrated that the entire week was going wrong

ᯓ he listens intently, stroking your hair the entire time

ᯓ he gives soft “mhms” and “of courses” at your words

ᯓ he peppers warm kisses all over your face

ᯓ he does his best to give you a solution

ᯓ even if what he suggested doesn’t work, he’s sending you flowers to your house for the next week

ADAM:

ᯓ he’s a little confused, but he’s got the spirit

ᯓ he’s a little nervous to ask what’s wrong

ᯓ he’s afraid he won’t know what to do to make you feel better

ᯓ “hey, uh, everything okay?”

ᯓ you shrug

ᯓ “wanna talk about it?”

ᯓ you tell him everything

ᯓ he nods the entire time, his eyes never leaving your face

ᯓ he’s trying to memorize everything you’re saying

ᯓ he doesn’t really have any great solutions

ᯓ and he kind of hates himself for it

ᯓ he wants to help you, even if he doesn't make it obvious

ᯓ “hey, how about we go out tonight? take your mind off things.”

ᯓ you spend the night at dinner then wandering through a night market

ᯓ you both talk nonstop

ᯓ he gets you a bunch of trinkets

ᯓ just things that remind him of you

ᯓ and a bracelet, too

ᯓ he spends a bit of time fiddling with the clasp, eventually hooking it together and letting it sit on your wrist

ᯓ you don’t take the bracelet off

ᯓ ever

ᯓ at home, he’s worried you’re still upset

ᯓ but you’re not

ᯓ you fall asleep curled up against him, your worries now nonexistent

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princessbrunette · 1 month

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omggg i adore kitty!reader so much shes so !! me !!! how do u think jayj would put her in her place … i feel like whenever shes having her mini tantrums people get equally as frustrated bc she gets feisty but jj has like .. magic on him or something 💭

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you’d been in a bad mood since coming home from work. bartending wasn’t for the weak, especially when the locals constantly harassed you and berated your drink pouring skills — which was mostly put down to being a woman. by the time you get back to jj’s empty house, the blonde sat on his messy porch with a bottle of beer when you got back — you had quite the attitude.

“if it ain’t my favourite bartender. how’s m’girl, come over here.” he opens his arms and you storm right past making his brows shoot up, lips pressed together as he adjusts his cap. “alrighty, guess someone’s in a mood.” he pushes up onto his feet, swaggering in through the open door.

“‘somethin’ happen? what’s up?” he calls after you, spotting you in the kitchen angrily opening and closing cupboard doors as you try to make yourself something to eat.

“where is my plate?” you demand, clearly frustrated. he blinks, thinking back to your special plate that you always ate off. some cutesy antique thing you found at a yard sale, a beloved item of yours. he silently winces, eyeing it sat in the sink, soaking in bubbles.

“yeah uh, so basically i ate my lunch off it ‘cus i forgot to do the dishes, uh — again. that’s my bad. i got paper plates you can use? great thing about those is that when you’re done with ‘em you don’t gotta wash ‘em. you just throw ‘em away. makes me wonder why we even buy regular plates in the first pl—”

“no i don’t want a paper plate jj j want my plate! i just want to eat my food and— and you’re here just— just—” you explode, still refusing to offer him even a glance as you continue hunting for something to eat your leftovers off.

“hey, hey— put them claws away kittycat. no need for that. c’mon pretty girl where’s that smile?”

you spin around, fists balled at your side, tears of anger in your eyes.

“dont tell me to smile! go away!” you yell before turning away with a loud huff. jj drops his head down, tongue in his cheek as he nods, thinking for a moment before approaching slowly.

“easy, alright? you’re not gonna take that tone with me, mama i’m on your side.” as he speaks, you feel the warmth of his front press to your back, an arm cautiously sliding around your waist to keep you stable. his other arm snakes around your neck, pulling you into a light headlock, just enough pressure to ground you. he lowers his head to talk into your ear as you stare directly at the cabinet, already melting a little against him. “you wanna talk ‘bout your day? y’already know i’m all ears baby. but you gotta watch that attitude, yeah? you’re home now, i’m here. just… dial it back.”

there’s some silence, and you nod — releasing a shaky breath as you feel some of the grossness from your day leave your body. “uh-huh, that’s all you needed wasn’t it babydoll? needed to be told. that’s okay, i get it.” he kisses your temple before removing his arm from your neck, using both hands to squeeze your waist and turn you around.

the gaze he receives from you is nothing short of guilty, doll-like eyes blinking up at him slowly as you take deep breaths. “now what you’re gonna do, is sit that cute lil ass down and let me fix you up a plate. you’re gonna eat that shit, then, you’re gonna talk to me about your day,” he walks you backwards until your legs hit the chair at the table and you drop down to sit in it. he leans forward, hands cupping your cheeks. “and after that, oh i’mma fuck the shit out of you. like, you’re not even gonna remember what day of the week it is— let alone what shitty customers ran their mouth at you today. that sound good?”

“yes, jj.” you respond, pupils pretty much taking up your whole eye like an entertained kitten.

“thats what i like to hear, ma’am. alright, wait there. i got you.”

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#anon #kitty!reader #jj maybank prompt

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ickadori · 12 days

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okay clearly i need to be detained and kept away from ur inbox 😭

But hsjsjjs i have an interview at the end of this week that I've been preparing for and i can imagine calling up fwb sukuna to get some jitters out bc u know he can fuck ur head empty and clear of anxiety but when u get there for some reason it's different???? Like instead of calling you a nasty bitch slut hes like "arent you such a good girl? Yeah? My good fucking girl" and kinda praising you, albeit mockingly, instead of his usual degrading and it has you cumming soooo hard. And then the next day he shows up and ur like fuck off kuna im busy and he's like duh? Get in. And he drops u to ur interview and ur like ??? Bc u dont even remember telling him but he's already had the address memorized for over a week now. Ahhhh and probably holds ur hand in his lap bc u keep fidgeting on the way and he complains that its distracting him and hes so sexy driving and mindlessly rubbing his thumb on ur hand AHHHHHHH IM IN SO DEEP DORI HELP 😭

choso bbg anon (my true identity)

[cws] fem reader.

[a/n] GOODLUCK AT YOUR INTERVIEW IM SURE YOULL DO GREAT!!!! i really hope you get it 🥹🥹🫶🏾🫶🏾🫶🏾

It’s…different.

You had first noticed it when you opened the front door to your apartment and let the man in. Instead of his usual roughness, a push against the wall and the unforgiving pinch of his teeth against your neck, he was…different.

He had smiled -a ghost of one, but one nonetheless-, curled an arm around your lower back to tug you up against him, and had pressed his lips to your temple and murmured a ‘hey’ against your skin.

You had been nearly tempted to pull out a list of questions to make sure a clone hadn’t taken his place.

When Sukuna made a detour to your place, there was always minimal talking in the beginning. You usually made a beeline to the bedroom, or the living room if the urge was especially strong, but he had steered you to the kitchen first and plopped a takeout bag on the counter.

“You brought…food.”

“Oh, she does have a brain. Was starting to think all that was in that head was thoughts about my dick.”

“Go to hell.”

The both of you had eaten dinner together, something that you offhandedly thought about doing with him quite a few times, but you could never get him to stay past the post-sex shower. You had wondered if it would be awkward trying to hold a conversation with him past exchanging breathless compliments about each other’s genitals, but it had been so easy. The topics came easily, naturally, and the lulls in conversation weren’t uncomfortable, but rather you found yourself content in the silence.

The buildup to the sex was also different — great, but different. His usual groping and squeezing was traded in for softer touches (as soft as someone like Sukuna could be), his dirty talk which consisted of name calling and guttural groans and growls swapped out for…

Your cheeks burn as his eyes refuse to stray from your face, thumb moving in slow circles over your clit. His finger is rough, calloused from years of use, and the texture of it against your smooth, silken bud has you squirming underneath his touch and gasping for breath.

“Ryo,” you manage, heels of your feet digging into the mattress as shaky hands raise to weakly push at his wrist.

“Sensitive,” he mutters, lips stretching into that grin of his, and you keen when he presses down hard, his free hand moving to press down on your thigh when it moves to close. “Aht aht, be my good girl and keep these legs open.” You clench around nothing, heart stuttering and lashes fluttering as you finally meet his gaze. “You like that?” His voice is a raspy drawl, lips still wet from where they had been kissing at your cunt minutes prior.

“N-no.”

“Tch, ‘s not nice to lie.” His thumb slides lower, through puffy folds and down to your hole before pushing in. A squelch sounds, a mix of his cum and your slick dribbling out. “But your pussy always tells the truth.” You tighten around his finger with a moan. “She’s my good girl.” His head ducks down, and you keen as he places a loud, wet kiss against your clit, eyes never once leaving yours. “Isn’t she?” ‘She’ tightens in response, and your skin burns as he lets out a throaty laugh, thumb pulling out and replaced with his pointer and middle.

“Ryomen!”

You hop around on one foot as you fight to pull your shoe on. Your interview was in an hour minutes and the building was 30 minutes away and you had yet to locate your car keys, button your top, or even finish combing your hair.

“Where the fuck are you?” You dash here and there, flipping this and turning that while simultaneously putting your hair in a presentable style when suddenly there’s a hard knock at the door. “Fuck off.” You ignore it, not caring who’s on the other side, and start the process of turning your apartment inside out as you grow more and more stressed.

Where are those damn ke��

Another knock, harder, and your jaw clenches as you make a beeline for the door, unlock it, and wrench it open. “Who the—Ryomen?” You blink, eyebrows furrowing as you look at him stood on your doorstep. “I didn’t call you.”

“I know.”

“…you’re here.”

“I am.”

“Why?” He jingles his car keys, and you scoff and narrow your eyes. “I’m not fucking you in your car, especially not after you got pissy about me messing up the interior last time. So you might as well take your ass—”

“Get your shit and let’s go. Your interview is in forty.”

“I know, I’m—what? How do you know about my interview?” The last you checked, Sukuna didn’t follow you on any social media, and you can’t recall ever posting about it anyways.

“You told me, dumbass. Let’s go.” He nods his head to the side, and you’re left stumped as you go about collecting the rest of your stuff, Sukuna not so silently judging your torn apart apartment, and you’re seated in his passengers seat in no time as he weaves in and out of traffic.

“Something isn’t right.” You finally speak up after the fifth person has blared their horn at him.

“You left something.”

“No,” your hand lifts up to rub at your cheek. “I’m talking about this,” you gesture around his car and to him. “You. Why are you driving me to my interview? Why do you even know I have an interview?”

“You told me.” His fingers drum against the steering wheel, the other hand gripping the back of your headrest. It’s an undeniably sexy position on him, and you’d usually gladly take in the scenery, perhaps even convince him to pull over somewhere more secluded. “Last week when you were begging me to stay over after I put a finger in your—”

“I did not beg you to stay over. Do not lie, Sukuna.”

“Sukuna?” His eyes cut to you before moving back to the road.

“Yes, Sukuna. That’s your name, isn’t it?” He hums, foot tapping hard against the break, and you huff when you snap forward before your seatbelt locks into place.

“I thought it was Ryo.” He makes a poor mockery of your blissed out voice, and you just barely resist the urge to hit his arm. He makes a right turn, open palm turning the wheel to the side before letting it roll back into place. You breathe in through your nose and out through your mouth.

You catch sight of the clock on the dash and let out another breath, this one shakier than the last. Your interview grows nearer and nearer, and while you’re not an especially nervous person, you feel a bit more anxious than usual. You had been preparing all week, brushing up on interview questions and trying to think of things they could potentially ask you. You were as ready as you’d ever be, and yet you still felt as if you weren’t ready at all.

Your hand subconsciously moves to pick at some poor spot on your body, but it’s snagged at the last second and held in a firm grip. You look to Sukuna and then down to where he’s got your hand on his thigh, that thumb of his tracing invisible lines on your skin.

He doesn’t speak and neither do you, and the silence is comfortable.

He gets you there on time with a bit left to spare, and he’s waiting for you when you get out, sitting on the hood of his car with his phone up to his ear. He hangs up when he catches sight of you, eyebrow quirking up as he watches you walk up to him. You stop in front of him, and he snags you by the belt loop and pulls you between his legs.

“Well?” He asks, and you slip your hands into the pockets of his jacket.

“Well?”

“Stop.” He pinches at your waist and you try and fail to bite back a laugh. “Did you get it or not?” A slow grin breaks out onto your face as you nod, and he matches it. “That’s my girl.”

Oh.

You turn your head as your ears burn, suddenly finding the pavement incredibly interesting. “Y-Yeah, they said they don’t usually hire on the spot, but they really liked me, so…” Your eyes flit to his, and you pull your lip into your mouth when you see he’s intently watching you.

“I’m not surprised.”

“That they hired me?”

“That they liked you.”

His gaze drops down to your mouth.

“…can we go back to your place now?”

#sukuna x reader #++ choso bbg anon #bless you and your brain 🥲 it has helped me out a millennium long drought

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julilovesyou444 · 10 months

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hotel room ~ tom kaulitz

background- you drank too much and ended up not feeling great. you asked bill if you could go back to his room and he said sure and handed you a key card. you went back to the hotel but couldn’t quite remember what room number he said. you scanned a couple rooms until one of them finally opened. someone comes into the room, but it isn’t who you are expecting.

warnings - mentions of drinking, just fluff ♡

english isnt my first language, I learned at 10 so please go easy on me lol

I stumbled down the hallway, holding my heels in my hand. my head was throbbing and I felt so sick. I had one too many at the bar. thankfully, my bestfriend gave me the key to his hotel room so I could go rest. if I hadn’t stopped drinking, I probably would’ve thrown up on someone’s shoes.

yuck.

I got to the few doors I had narrowed it down to a few doors. bill had told me which room it was, but to be honest, I could barely hear him over the loud music. he had two keycards in his hand and he didn’t seem like he knew which was which. I walked up to the first door and put the card against the little sensor on the door. red light. fuck.

next door. red light. fuck again. I knew if I kept scanning the card on random doors it would eventually deactivate. I held my breath as I scanned it against another door.

green light! my luck was finally turning around. I pushed through the door and let it shut behind me. I dropped my heels and sighed as I made my way to the bathroom. I slipped off my tight dress that was pressing way too hard on my stomach. I looked at myself in the mirror. My makeup was smudged and my hair was messy. I walked back into the room and looked around for a suit case. I found a duffel bag beside the bed. My vision was blurry, I could barely see what I was looking through. After looking for a minute or two, I found pajama pants and a random white tee shirt. It didn’t really look like something Bill would wear, but I didn’t think too much of it. I also thought Bill wouldn’t mind if I took a pair of his pajamas, seeing as he borrowed my clothes all the time. I went back into the bathroom, washed my face, let my hair down, and used the mouth wash that was on the counter. I obviously wasn’t going to use his toothbrush, but I wanted my teeth to at least be a little clean. I grabbed my clothes and put them in a small pile on the floor before flopping onto the bed. I got under the sheets. I noticed that the bed didn’t really smell how Bill’s normally did. I was too tired to care. I fell asleep within minutes.

“shh, c’mon.”, a girl giggled.

“okay, okay, I’m coming.”, a guy responded. The hotel door shut.

“Um… who is that in your bed?”

“Oh shit. Bill gave her the wrong fucking key.”

“What do you mean?”

“Fuck, nothing, you just need to leave.”

“What?? Why?”

“We can’t do anything tonight, sorry.”

“Just kick her out?!? Do you even know her?”

“Hey, i said get the fuck out, so leave!”, he whisper yelled.

“Whatever, so fucking weird.”

The hotel door shut again.

My eyes were still closed and I was still partially asleep, but I had heard part of the encounter. I lifted my head out of the pillow it had been resting on, eyes still shut and brows furrowed.

“Bill? Should I leave? You can bring her back. Im sorry, Bill.”, i sleepily and drunkenly rambled. I heard footsteps quickly make their way over to me. A soft hand gently pushed my face back down onto the pillow and shushed me.

“No, no, it’s okay. Just go back to sleep, it’s okay.”, he comforted me.

“Okay, im sorry Bill. I just felt so bad. I also borrowed your pajamas, i dont think I’ve ever seen this pair before, they’re comfy.”, i sleepily mumbled as his hand caressed my cheek.

“it’s okay, you can go back to sleep.”

“can you sleep with me? I don’t want to sleep alone tonight.”

there was no answer for a minute. I didn’t take much notice as I had my eyes closed and was on the brink of falling back asleep.

“okay.”

I listened as I heard him change into different clothes and brush his teeth. I felt the bed shift under his weight as he laid down next to me.

my eyes fluttered open for a split second, and I could somewhat tell that he was on top of the covers.

“you can get under the covers.”, I murmured.

it took a second, but he got under the covers next to me. I could feel his warmth, it was comforting.

I turned over and scooted myself closer to him, my head next to his chest. I wrapped my arm around him. Bill and I had been friends forever, and we were rather affectionate, in a purely platonic way.

“Goodnight.”, i whispered as i went to pet his hair. I immediately took my hand back and opened my eyes narrowly. I looked up and realized the man next to me was not in-fact Bill. It was Tom. I put the dots together. Bill gave me the key for Tom’s room on accident. I was wearing Tom’s clothes. I accidentally had Tom miss out on a fuck, one of the many things he was notorious for. I was surprised he wasn’t mad at me for ruining his night.

“Tom?”, i asked groggily. My arm still draped over him, but I was no longer touching his hair. His expression was soft, almost worried. His eyes searched mine for any discomfort.

“Is this okay?”, he asked quietly. I thought for a moment. I was always good friends with Tom, but there was always a sort of tension between us. Something that kept us from being able to do things like hug or stuff like that. We used to do it all the time when we were younger, but now? Never. Usually, I would barely touch Tom. We joked around and talked all the time. He probably knew me just as well as Bill knew me. I didn’t expect him to kick out his date for my sick-ass, though. This was new for me. But I liked it. I liked being this close to him, it felt nice.

I nodded.

“Are you okay?”, i asked, mainly referring to the fact I was right up on him. A very small smiled formed on his face as he nodded his head, gazing down at me.

I mumbled an okay before snuggling my head into his chest. I wondered why he was letting me do this. This wasn’t us. I wasn’t complaining, just a little confused. I took a breath in and immediately recognized that the smell from the bed was Tom’s smell. I just never got too close to him so I didn’t know. He snaked his hand around my waist and pulled me a little closer. I breathed in quickly, surprised by his little maneuver. His hand made slow circles on the small of my back.

“Are you feeling any better?”, he whispered. I didn’t even know that he knew I had left because I felt sick, let alone care.

“I am now.”, i replied, muffled into his shirt.

“Good.”

I couldn’t help but smile. He continued to rub my back until I fell asleep in his arms.

I sat up quicker than I ever had before. I gasped for air and opened my eyes. I started to catch my breath. I felt Tom sit up next to me, his hand on my back.

“Are you okay?? Are you sick again?”, he asked, concerned.

“No…no… bad dream… I had a really bad fucking dream.”, i said in between breaths. I held my face in my hands, feeling more embarrassed than ever. First I showed up in his room, ruined his one-night stand, and now i woke him up because of my stupid nightmare.

“I’m so sorry. I ruined your night, I should leave.”, i mumbled. I wanted to leave so he couldn’t see my face. I was so upset at myself. I began to overthink every single thing that had happened.

“What? No. Don’t go. Its way too late. How do you think you ruined my night?”, he moved himself closer to me. I felt embarrassed having to explain to him, but it didn’t seem like there was much of another choice.

“I came into your room, I made your date leave, I mean I stole your fucking pajamas, I probably forced you into sleeping next to me, we literally never touch so why now, and I just woke you up. I feel so stupid, I’m sorry.”, I apologized again. Maybe it was the alcohol that was making me so emotional.

“No, no, no. Its okay, i wasn’t that into her anyways. You can keep the pajamas, i dont really care. And I wanted to sleep with you, I wanted to touch you. I do want to touch you, I just get… shit, how do I say this? Fuck it, i get nervous, okay? It has nothing to do with me not wanting to touch you, trust me, i do. And Bill has told me about your nightmares before, it’s okay. Its not your fault. You are just still drunk and overthinking things. I want you here, so just lay back down. It’ll be okay.”, Tom responded, very lightly pushing me to lay back down. I resisted at first but very quickly gave into his warm touch. I was instantly reassured by his words, even though part of me still remained unsure. I turned onto my side, away from him. He positioned himself right behind me, practically spooning me. He started to run his fingers through my hair. It was quiet for a couple minutes, just peaceful. I felt okay.

“do you still like this?”, Tom whispered.

“Hm?”

“Dont you remember? When we were kids and you would sleepover, most of the time you couldn’t fall asleep, so I would play with your hair until you did.”

“Oh, I hadn’t remembered until you reminded me. To be fair, you’re a rockstar now. You have different priorities, like the band and girls. I’ve read the articles and seen the pictures. We don’t hangout too much anymore.”, i laughed a tiny bit into the pillow. He kept stroking my hair, but he didn’t say anything. It made me nervous. Did I cross a line or something?

“You’re right. My life has changed. A lot. But I’m still me, and you’re still you. We are still the kids we used to be, even though I may not seem like it because of the way everyone views me. As long as that’s true, you’ll always be in my life, same with Bill’s.”

“Why are you so sweet, Tom? I kind of thought you weren’t based on your whole “womanizer” persona.”

“That’s how everyone sees me, so I figure why not live up to their expectations. It’s different with you. You actually know me for me. Not the me from the tabloids”

He pushed his arm underneath me and pulled me back, flush to him. His other hand, still playing with my hair. I felt so relaxed, but somehow still a little nervous, being this close to him.

“It’s late, you should go back to sleep. You’re okay, you aren’t going to have anymore nightmares or anything. I’m right here. If you need anything, you can wake up and tell me, i wont be upset.”

“Thank you.”

“You don’t have to thank me.”

“Goodnight, Tom.”

“Goodnight.”, he quietly replied.

I felt myself completely ease into his hold, and melt into his touch as he pushed his fingers through my hair, just like he did when we were kids. I was glad that I knew this version of him. His genuine, sweet, self. I knew things would probably go back to the way they were in the morning, so I savored everything second that I got to be with him. I forgot about my embarrassment and let myself fall asleep in his arms.

I wished we could stay like that forever.

a/n ~ first thing I’m writing on tumblr!! not rlly sure how this all works but if you read I hope you enjoyed !! more to come <3

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I saw Makima and Denji reader and I love both of them.

Can I request Kishibe reader.

Like somehow he died and come to hell and surprise some of sinner of his strings.

Then watch this anime for 2 years now I forgot a bit about them but I do remember him.

Being Kishibe its basically being a badass sinner!! I dont remember his demon contracts but had to do something with knifes at least.

Dam! | Various x Kishibe!Reader |

Warnings: HH Violence - Cursing - Blood - Mentions of Alcohol and Drugs - Smoking - Grammar Mistakes- AngelxHusk - Valentino gets his ass beated up (just a mention) - PLATONIC

Being woke up with a headache was normal for you, your diet was basically alcohol at this point in your life. Then again to live in this kind of work you had to have one adicction or two.

And your was alcohol.

However this did not felt like these headaches, no this felt more like a fatal one.

You cant remember how it had happen but you were for sure killed by a demon. And what did you get back after years of working to protect others ? Oh yeah, dying alone and also being woke up in the middle of what could have been the apocalypse with the red sky and screms.

Fucking fantastic

You noted move on the side and quickly draw out your knife trowing it at the whatever was making that noise. It was more a reflex you were suprised you still could use your old demons powers.

As you walked to see what you had catched you found a pink creature with one eyes and horns.

Wierd

"Hey....where its the nearest bar?"

You needed a drink.

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"Hey! You wont believe this" Angel said to Husk once he enter the Hotel, the biggest smile on his face, something strange to see since everybody knew he had been having a hard time with Valentino.

"No, i cant see the future" Husk responded in a joking way preparing a drink for Angel.

"A sinner basically destroyed Valentino's bar...well one of them, not the point!! And He was there and this sinner just...basically just humillated him like it was nothing" Angel said his smile getting bigger and bigger as he told Husk. "And that sinner did this crazy move, like they kicked Valentino's face and then took their drink from the air!! It was pretty hot to see"

Husk stared back, wondering if Angel had too much alcohol or had used some new drugs but no, he seemed normal. However, a sinner just basically cleaned the floor with Valenino? He may not be the strongest however not anyone can take him down.

~☆~☆~☆

"I cant even have a drink at peace" you said now walking down the streets, others whispering about you then leaving quickly.

"Hello there friend!" A voice said making you see a deer demon? Well you could not care less and passed by him, ignoring him.

Alastor's eye twitched but he stayed calm turning towards you.

"You did put a show, you know? All the city its talking about you!"

"I dont care about that" you stated looking at the deer that kept smiling.

"Well, it centraly does catch the interest of some...dangerous fellas" at this you simplely rolled your eyes making Alastor want to take them out "But lucky you i know a place where no one would dare to go against you!"

"I dont need that"

"Oh trust me....you do"

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By telling you that you could stay for free and have food you accepted his offer not shaking his hand and just following him. Alastor noted how despiste your lay back self you were actually very wary of others.

He was so interested in you.

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To Angel you were his new favoite person and hero. Not everybody would dare go against Valentino and most ended being intoxicated with his own drug. But you? Oh you were different.

Of course Angel followed you around like a lost puppy making Husk jealous, but later when Husk found out your drinking habit you both bonded over it.

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Charlie was just happy to have another sinner at her hotel, you seemed cold and distant but she could still see that you cared.

Just days after being there she found her girlfriend and you training in combat together. Vaggie did struggle a lot to get an opening on you as you just defended yourself with a small knife.

"How can you-" Vaggie could not end her speech as your knife passed her defense and stopped just a few inches away from her good eye.

"Your left eye its your blind spot. You have a good defense but you still leave an opening there" you pointed out drinking a bit and letting Vaggie absord the information. "You also need to be quicker"

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Once the older Overlords got the news they shared a laught. It was not a secret that they did not like the V's. So your fight and the lose from Valentino had made them take a liking towards you almost inmidiatly.

Alastor took you to one meeting and during all of it, it was them asking you about your powers and such. Of course you said little to almost nothing only staying back to ask Carmilla about her weapons and how you could get one.

"If you need someone to be killed and not be connected to you, thats my line of work"

And thats how you ended with some blades made of angelic power.

~☆~☆~☆

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Click here to read part 2 sweethearts!

Midnight 🧡 (Part 3)

Summary: lando found out about everything yet he stayed silent

Warnings: angst, little bit sadness

“Okay great, I’ll come tomorrow at 7pm for the abortion”

Lando froze when he overheard you from the stairs. His mind went blank. He couldn’t believe that you’re gonna do this. He stayed there for a while until you hung up the call. “Hey, good morning my love” lando said as he hugged you from behind. “Oh hey, good morning” you said, smiling at him. He then kissed your forehead and then kissed your stomach. His heart ached when he remembered that youre gonna drop the baby. “I love you” he said as he snuggled his nose in your neck. “Mm i love you too” you said, brushing his hair with your fingers.

The whole day went well. You and lando went out for dinner, went to meet his parents, watched a movie together. You loved every little moment with him. It was so sweet and loving. Sometimes you feel like you dont deserve him. Because he’s so perfect. In every way, he’s perfect. But you on the other hand is a person who’s flawed in every way possible.

How can a person who’s so flawed be loved by a person who’s so perfect?

“Thank you” you said, softly as you saw lando kneel in front of you to take your shoes off. ��For what baby?” He asked looking up at you. “For everything” you said, smiling at him. His eyes were soft, it looked like his eyes formed hearts. “You always do so much for me. I love you” you said, whispering those words. Lando then held your hands and kissed it. “I love you more” he said, looking up at you with love filled in his eyes. Yet it had sorrow in it. You broke his heart and you dont even know about it. You loved him a lot but he loved you more. Always.

But maybe it wasn’t enough for you to keep the baby.

The next day started quite nicely. Lando made you breakfast and it was surprisingly really good. Currently you two were watching tv, cuddling each other. Lando twirled his fingers in your hair as you rested your head on his chest. “Do you feel like going out tonight baby?” Lando asked, still looking at the tv. “Remember your parents invited us for dinner?” He asked. He just wanted you to stay. He wanted you to cancel your shitty appointment. “Remember?” He asked again.

Of course you forgot. Fucking shit.

You then got up and looked at him. “I uh.. remember my friend emma?” You asked, awkwardly. “Yeah what about her love?” He asked, sounding confused. “Well we decided to hangout tonight. I forgot to tell you earlier lando, im sorry” you said, sounding guilty because you hated that you had to lie to him. You never lied about anything but now you had to.

He knew exactly where you're gonna go. Yet, he didn’t say anything about it.

"Oh okay, I’ll tell your parents” he said, smiling at you. But that smile wasn’t real. He was dying inside. His jaw clenched a little but pretended like its nothing. You then got up and went to get changed and lando just sat there, feeling empty. Feeling worthless.

Did lando not love you enough? Could he never make you feel special? Was he so bad that you dont want to keep his baby?

“Have fun and take care of yourself love” he said as he caressed your cheek. “If you need anything just call me, I’ll come” he said, looking down at you softly. You wrapped your arms around his waist and looked up at him smiling but the smile on your face was pretty fake because you lied to him. “Okay, dont worry about me” you said, brushing his soft curly hair with your fingers. Lando then gave you a kiss, which was so gentle and soft. He then kneeled down and kissed your stomach. Knowing that this is going to be the last time he kisses his baby. So he kissed your stomach one last time. One last time.

A/N: requests are open! feel free to ask what you want me to write! luv you ❤️

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Misealtoe- James Potter

Pairing- Quidditch Player James Potter X fem! reader

Warnings- diabetes giving worthy of fluff

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Nothing smelled better than a warm home with a burning fireplace and the smell of cookies and hot chocolate while it snowed outside. James Potter couldn't have asked for a better option after a long tiring day at the quidditch pitch.

He didnt know why his teammates wanted to have a practice on the day of Christmas Eve.

He smiled to himself when he heard his wife singing Christmas songs while baking the delicious cookies he could smell from the doorway of their home.

He quietly made his way towards the kitchen sneaking behind you waiting for the perfect moment to jump-scare you. He enjoyed your beauty in the ugly Christmas sweater that was his and his quidditch shorts that you wore. To him even if you were a mess you were divine.

He screamed loudly in your ear and you jumped in surprise screaming and pointing the nearest object as a weapon as you turned around to face him still screaming.

James quickly started to laugh at the ridiculousness, you glared at your husband a laugh threatening to leave your lips. "Really the choice of weapon is a wisk? What if it was some intruder and not me!" he asked amused once he calmed down.

You jokingly narrowed your eyes at him pointing the dirty whisk at him. "Don't underestimate my power in handcombact Mr Potter." you joked gently tapping your whisk on his nose.

James grinned at you wiping his nose and tatsing the batter. "Hot chocolate." he hummed at the taste and turned his attention to you. His ridiculously big hands made his way towards your waist.

He stole a kiss from you and when you raised your eyebrows he only looked above. There was the mistletoe right above your heads.

"Good Morning darling, sorry for scaring you," he whispered as he hid his face in the crook of your neck, hugging you tight and inhaling your sweet scent.

You softly smiled at your husband's actions as you warp your arms around him one hand playing with his hair. "How was practice?" you ask while playing with his hair.

"Cold, tiring, and oh! absolutely cold without you, love." you laughed at his response remembering how early in the morning he was whining and throwing a literal tantrum to take you to practice with him as well.

"Well let's get rid of the cold. I made your favourite chocolates cookies and hot chocolate!" Like a kid on Christmas day, James' smile became more energetic as he began to search for the cookies that you made for him.

You slap his hand lightly pushing the plate of cookies away from his reach. "Nah ah let them cool first Jamie, dont want you burning your tongue." James pouted at you but tried to reach for the cookies every time you were distracted with hot chocolate but you always caught him.

After playing the game of catch the thief with James the two of you found yourselves cuddled under one blanket on the sofa as you drank your hot chocolate, chatting away your time.

James moaned at the deliciousness of the cookies as he tried to gobble the whole plate down. "Hey hey slow down cave man I will make more." you laughed at him but James only gave you a small smile.

His face was coated with cookie crumbles. You chuckled and removed the crumbs from his face using your thumb. James leaned in catching the smile on your lips with his.

Your smile widens as you kiss him back hands finding to the back of his neck. Out of breath, you pull away "Noooo come here you are warm." James whines as he pulls you towards his chest.

You giggle and cuddle him closer wrapping your arms around his well-built torso as his hands found your arse. He squeezed your ass and slap it lightly.

You gasped at the man who was your husband, James only gave you a mischievous smile as he kissed your forehead. "Is something.....burning?" James asked as he sniffed around.

Your eyes widen as you remember the Christmas cake you had put in the oven to bake. Jumping away from the warm embrace you raced to the kitchen swearing with each breath as you tried to rescue the badly burned cake. James right behind your heels.

The two of you sat on the kitchen table after removing the smoke. James watched you as you sadly looked at the burned cake. "My hard work," you mumble the previous smile turning into a frown.

James rested his chin on the palm of his hands as he narrowed his eyes at the burned cake. "You are a very naughty cake. How dare you upset my wife like that! You could have not been baked at all or taken more to bake instead of burning."

You look up at James an amused smile resting on your lips. "You made her very upset no presents for naught cake like you." James scolded the cake as he pointed his index finger to the cake in a stern manner.

Your giggles echoed in the silent house as you moved towards him sitting on his lap. "Just a min' darlin' le' me give this cake a good ol' scolding," James said his Scottish accent heavy.

You smiled and laughed as James continued to scold the poor burnt cake. "I think he learned his lesson, Mr Potter," you spoke after being in a trans of admiring James's beauty.

"Well, I think he will only learn his lesson if he is thrown in the bin Mrs. Potter," James grinned as he kissed your pink cheeks. Even after being married for five months you still haven't gotten used to being called Mrs Potter. The name always leaves you flustered.

James chuckled and pulled you closer before his eyes roamed upwards his grin widening. "They say not kissing under the mistletoe is bad luck," he whispered, eyes looking at you lovingly.

"Well, I never wish bad luck upon anyone," you said and captured his pink lips, the amount of love that couldn't have been said through words was being spoken by the movement of your lips.

James looked at you in the daze of your love breathless he said. "I love you, Mrs Potter."

"I love you too Mr Potter."

You shrieked as James stood up abruptly carrying you in his arms like you weighed like a feather. He moved toward your shared bedroom and looked at you cheekily.

"Look love another mistletoe." You giggled playfully slapping his chest as he kicked the door closed.

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Online Matchup

Summery: Y/n thought it would be fun signing up on dating sites, just for shits and giggles. Who knew that was one of the best decisions they made, especially when they're having too much fun talking to a certain Jason Todd.

warning: swearing, unedited I think, mentions of cancer, fluff, lots of back and forth teasing

word count: 3072

a/n: I promised myself I'd post a fic today, though it's not the one I wanted, I hope you enjoy regardless.

ao3 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5

Inspired by this:

September 19

You matched with Jason Todd, say hello!

Y/N So, when you say you're looking for a partner in crime Do you mean, like, rob a bank and fight batman? Or like, cozy up on the couch with the fireplace going while it's raining while we try to finish the books we bought? Cuz, I can do the second one I dont think i could fight batman or any of his kids Or even what to, you know? They’re kind of scary …. well maybe one of them i would fight I say fight but its wont be Oh man, I am so sorry about this. This is not how i wanted to tell you that i am a rambler I’m just gonna see myself out Goodday

Jason Ngl this made me laugh So who would you fight but not really?

Y/N You can’t honestly be interested in who I would fight? No way

Jason Way you seemed interesting and i want to get to know you

Y/N … okay but you need to answer my question first

Jason: Lol fair. And it would be the second one. I too wouldn’t fight batman but for different reasons

Y/N: So you're a fighter?

Jason Nope This isn’t how it works

y/n: Fine but remember, you asked for this

Jason: Okay but it’s not like you have a plan on fighting all the batmans kids so i think im safe

y/n: …….

Jason: Oh shit you do?!

y/n: I plead the fifth

Jason: You just got a little more interesting

y/n: I’m going home

Jason: Damn and here i thought i’d finally found the love of my life

y/n: No, nope Don’t say that The more you talk to me, you’ll find the real me and then want nothing to do with me

Jason: Let me be the judge of that We matched for a reason and i want to find out Don’t you?

Y/n: Aren’t you a charmer Okay fine. 20 questions?

Jason: Sure but after you tell what you would do in a fight with the batfam

y/n: I was hoping you would drop this, damn Alright, you get the honour of telling me who you want to know

Jason: Nightwing

Y/N: Really? Okay. well first i was thinking of just flirting my way out, but he looks like he’d flirt back and i’m not the best at it to begin with, so I’d just get all flustered Bro’s an acrobat, i aint running from him. I aint running from all of them if i’m being honest. Nah for nightwing, he strikes me as a dork in some way. I’ll talk my way out of it. And if there’s something i’m good at, it’s talking.

Jason: So your plan is to talk circles around him?

Y/N: Yes Once i figure out what type of dork he is, imma talk until he gets confused and then i’ll run away Bro won’t see it coming

Jason: I should tell my brother He’s a huge nightwing fan

y/n: Nooooooooooo No one needs to know i don’t need other people to know how weird i am Especially your family I don't want my first meeting to be ‘hey, you’re that chick that’ll talk nightwing to confusion. Man that was a great laugh’

Jason: You think this will go that far?

Y/N: Honestly? No But i have hope You?

Jason: Ya Anyways, red robin?

Y/N: You skipped red hood

Jason: Saving him for last

Y/N: Fair Hes smart, can’t really talk myself out of that one nor would I flirt He is too young and not my type So i use his weakness

Jason: There’s no way you know that

Y/N: No but I know the dude doesn’t have a regular sleep schedule.

Jason: How do you know that?

Y/N: Back when I worked at a coffee shop, I took his order a few times and watched him down his coffee while it was still hot I asked him once, why? Dude said, and i kid you not ‘sleep is for the week and coffee is god’ Ngl, i laughed and gave him a free coffee just for making my day

Jason: Shit day?

Y/N: Ugh you had no idea. I had two tests that day and a term paper due but i couldn’t get it printed in time so that was late Didn’t help i woke up on the couch, and my body didn’t like that

Jason: You in school?

Y/n: Ya, only two years in but i want it to end

Jason: Not a fan?

Y/N: Eh When did we start playing 20 questions?

Jason: Right, we we suppose to play after you finished your hypotheticals

Y/N: Curses Me and my big mouth Who’s next?

Jason: We’re still on RR

Y/N: Blah right I’ll just bride him with coffee and make a run for it

Jason: The fact that that could actually work is scary Are you sure you’re not a villain?

Y/N: Nope just an engineering student who could fight god with enough coffee and no sleep Honestly, RR’s my spirit animal

Jason: Robin

Y/N: Are you nuts? I’d turn myself in and then some ain’t no way i’m coming up with a plan for him He scares me

Jason: Why?

Y/N: I watched him fight a few times The dude has enough skill and rage to fight the justice league if need be I bet he could kill too He looks like it

Jason: Okay you're not wrong But if you had to come up with a plan, what would it be?

Y/N: Cannot believe you’re making me do this Fine Little dude may have a hard exterior, but years of reading and knowing people like him, he has a soft spot and use that against him

Jason: Do you know what that is?

Y/N: … I am going to die If robin finds this, I am dying by either embarrassment or by his hands

Jason: Come on, you gotta tell me I’m at the edge of my seat here

Y/N: Fine, but if i’m going down I’m taking you with me

Jason: But we’ve only just met

Y/N: Maybe so, but I actually like you But i’m starting to doubt

Jason: Aw come on, little bird

Y/N: Damnit I happened to be walking home and watched him sit in an alley playing with cats Must have been a slow night, he was there for hours

Jason: It was the little bird wasn’t it?

Y/N: So who’s next? Spoiler? Batgirl? The signal? Red hood? Oracle? Well, I wouldn’t fight Oracle, I don’t know who they are but I know they would win so I’m going to stay clear of them No, you know what? I can tell you my answer for all three of them I’d bribe them with cookies or something. Idk if they would take it but that’s my plan. Just straight up bribery. Who could resist cookies?

Jason: That’s your answer to everything huh?

Y/n: Yup

Jason: Even with RH?

Y/n: … He’s different

Jason: How so?

Y/N: Mm, okay but your not allowed to judge Or laugh

Jason: Should I be scared?

Y/N: Depends Anyways, i have a crush on him So I would shoot my shot and if i get turned down then at least I tried

Jason: You have a crush on Red Hood? Out of everyone there is, why him?

Y/N: You’re judging! You said you wouldn’t

Jason: I didn’t say shit Now tell me why him?

Y/N: Hell if I know But have you seen him?

Jason: I have but you don’t even see his face

Y/N: That just adds to the mystic that is Red Hood I just know he’s got a good looking face underneath the mask

Jason: You really are something else

Y/N: Sorry I’m a big fan of RH And I guess I like the thought of a mystery So if you want to end this now, I understand

Jason: Who said anything about ending this?

Y/N: Don’t know, a lot of people who seem interested in me kind of leave after they find out Either they don’t want to compete with a crush that I know have zero chance at or they just don’t like red hood and being with a fan isn’t something they want

Jason: They’re stupid I ain’t leaving for that And who knows, maybe you can shoot your shot one day

Y/N: HA That’s not going to happen I freeze up when I’m near someone I like I’d probably stutter and say something embarrassing and run away No thank you

Jason: Thought it out huh

Y/N: You have no idea Anyways, 20 questions?

Jason: I did promise You can ask a couple?

Y/N: Favourite colour?

Jason: Really? After what I did to you, your going to ask something simple

Y/N: Answer the question Jason

Jason: Green

Y/N: Thank you Favourite food?

Jason: What’s with the easy questions? Give me some hard hitting personal ones

Y/N: I will in time Now, answers please

Jason: Chili dogs

Y/N: Those things are gross

Jason: Hey, they are the pinnacle of street food You just have to find the right places

Y/N: Mmkay, if you say so

Jason: Alright, gonna have to take you to one of my favourite places

Y/N: That right?

Jason: Only way to convince you Where do you go to school?

Y/N: Looking forward to it Gotham University, you?

Jason: Not yet, but trying to Kind of hard when you were declared dead for a while

Y/N: Fucking what?! Gonna need that story

Jason: Nope, gotta reach at least level 10 in friendship to unlock it

YN: Damnit

Jason: Sorry little bird

Y/N: You didn’t need to say it so casually tho Who just mentions, ‘yeah i’ve been declared dead but haven’t done anything’ into a conversation And not elaborate on it This is bullshit, sir

Jason: It has happened to people

Y/N: Yeah, but they tell people why You just Dropped a bomb like that and say, not yet Whatever, i’ll drop it

Jason: You sure? Sounds like it’ll bother you until you get the story

Y/N: Yes I’m sure Yes it will bother me But like I said, I like you and I don’t want to be pushy I’m not a pushy person

Jason: Awe does someone have a wittle crush

Y/N: No You got nothing on RH

Jason: Now that just hurts, little bird

Y/N: Don’t you have a question you need to ask?

Jason: Are you flustered? I feel like you’re flustered

Y/N: Amazing weather we’re having Despite the rain and all

Jason: Alright, I’ll stop with the teasing For now Born in Gotham?

Y/N: No I am from Metropolis, moved here for school

Jason: Any other reason?

Y/N: Yeah, Superman kept destroying my apartment building I’ve moved three times and somehow, he always finds the building I’m living in Minute I graduated high school, I moved

Jason: But why Gotham?

Y/N: Gotham intrigues me

Jason: You’re so weird

Y/N: Thank you Since you’re not in school, what do you do?

Jason: Mechanic Didn’t really want my dad’s help so I’m finding my way in life

Y/N: Not a great relationship?

Jason: You can say that So, engineering huh?

Y/N: Yup I love building and taking things apart Have since I was little

Jason: Gonna change the world?

Y/N: Imma try but can’t really do that while working at luthor corp

Jason: Please tell me your joking

Y/N: Ah, not a fan I see Can’t blame you but I am not It was one of the first places I’ve applied to and hear back right away I accepted before getting my other interviews

Jason: jumped the gun a bit

Y/N: Yeah I did. I wished I didn’t but oh well I’ll find something better if this doesn’t work out

Jason: Why don’t you quit now?

Y/N: I am a broke college student who needs money If I quit now, I’m not sure if I find someone to take me Plus the hours working there are helping my schooling, so it’s kinda late to switch jobs

Jason: Can’t believe I’m saying this but try wanye enterprise I hear they’re good to work for

Y/n: I plan too eventually But at the moment, this is fine The hours I have now works with my school hours

Jason: How’s working there anyways?

Y/N: Not too bad I guess I’m allowed to work on my own projects as long as I work on the assigned ones The people are nice and all but it could be better

Jason: But you don’t like it there?

Y/N: I don’t like Lex Luthor and what he represents I guess

Jason: So you believe that he’s trying to take down superman?

Y/N: I’ve seen one of their fights Nothing to believe

Jason: Must of been some fight

Y/N: Mm So What did you mean, I can’t believe I’m saying this?

Jason: You can’t be weird about it

Y/N: Oh? I am intrigued

Jason: You’re making it weird

Y/N: I am not It’s not like I said you have a crush on Bruce Wayne or something That would have been weird

Jason: Is this how you felt when I teased you?

Y/N: Paybacks a bitch isn’t it?

Jason: I hate you

Y/N: Okay

Jason: I do

Y/N: You’re deflecting

Jason: Oh my god Fine He’s my dad, well adoptive dad

Y/N: Cool

Jason: That’s it? You’re not going to fawn over him being my dad? Ask me questions about what he’s like? Ask if the tabloids are true?

Y/N: Nope Tbh, I don’t care for Bruce Like, I applaud him for what he’s trying to do for Gotham and all But, seeing him on every magazine everywhere I go gets a bit tiring He’s just another dude that people are obsessed with Who cares if he’s rich Besides, I’m talking to you aren’t I? Who cares about Bruce Wayne I wanna know Jason Todd

Jason: You know? I think I may actually be in love

Y/N: Stooooooop You can’t say things like that

Jason Why? Cuz you get flustered so easily?

Y/N And if I do?

Jason Gotta say it’s my favourite past time

Y/N So, the reason you don’t have a great relationship with Bruce Does it have anything to do with you being dead or something?

Jason Wow WOW I cannot believe you We go from what's your favourites to hard hitting questions huh? I see how it is

Y/N I told you they were coming

Jason I just didn’t think you’d use it as a deflection tactic

Y/N Yeah I want to say sorry But I’m not I’m sure you would use anything to get attention from yourself

Jason Can’t do positive attention

Y/N Eh

Jason I hear you And yes it is part of the reason why me and Bruce are not in good terms

Y/N Mm, I’m sure he’s trying

Jason In his own Bruce way yeah

Y/N Are you?

Jason I like to believe I am Why the interest?

Y/N I don’t know Maybe it’s the fact that my relationship with my dad isn’t the best

Jason You’re dad’s not Bruce Wayne’s too?

Y/N HA Then I would not be talking to you in this fashion

Jason That is true So then what?

Y/N My mom says we are too similar to each other Got the same attitude and all I believe it Growing up, it was all your useless and you’ll amount to nothing Or he’ll ignore me, and I’d prefer that over the degrading Only time he’d show his affection was if he was drunk

Jason Wow Sorry

Y/N Yeah It’s gotten better since I moved out Now it’s there, and I’m still processing

Jason Processing what?

Y/N Mm It’s a pretty heavy topic to get into with someone you just met

Jason Can’t be worse than me being dead for months

Y/N Months?! How many?

Jason Oh damn You are a lot easier to talk with then who I normally socialize with

Y/N I shall take that as a complement

Jason As you should And no, I will not be elaborating

Y/N Alright fair But I will get the story

Jason Mm, I’m sure you will So? Gonna answer my question

Y/N Last year he was diagnosed with cancer Not sure what it is, but it already spread

Jason How long did the doctors give him?

Y/N He didn’t want to know Can’t blame him for

Jason Sorry about that

Y/N Yeah

Jason You don’t sound to hurt about it

Y/N Like I said, still processing it so I don’t know how to feel With the childhood I had, I don’t know how too But I know when it comes down to it, my emotions will hit me like a truck when the day comes

Jason Well, soak up as much time as you can before you have any regrets

Y/N Trying to He is just making it impossible Whoo boy! That was a lot of emotion for one night I think I’m going to eat some ice cream and binge watch my favourite show

Jason Sounds fun, wish I could join but I promised my brothers with help

Y/N How many do you have?

Jason Do you read anything about the Wayne family?

Y/N Nope What I know about him is what is whispered between my classes and work and even then I don’t listen to them

Jason Really committed on not caring about him, huh Four brothers and three sisters

Y/N Big family

Jason Bruce likes to adopt

Y/N I can tell Anyways, have fun tonight

Jason I’ll try Would you be interested in talking some more?

Y/N I would love to

#jason todd x reader #jason todd #jason todd gn!reader #batman imagine #my writing #this was purely for my entertainment #but enjoy #online match up

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depressed-monarch · 1 year

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Hands Off What’s Mine

(Tartaglia, Al Haitham, Kaeya, Zhongli)

Where the reader saves her dear husband from being sexually harassed by a random woman

(Drunk women, Mentions of alcohol, very strong language, sexual indos *nothing to descriptive*) reader is a badass but that’s not much of a warning :)

Fem!Reader

Tartaglia

It had been such a long night for this fatui harbinger and all he wanted to do was get home to his beautiful wife and cuddle with her like they would both die at midnight

But he then remembered that his beloved wife worked tonight, Tartaglia mentally sighed to himself. He lodged himself over to his wife’s bar where he would have to wait out her entire shift before they both could go home and cuddle

Tartaglia walked into the bar loud music playing and men and women grinding up against each other, he knew that at least 3 kids would be conceived tonight. Tartaglia looked around the bar looking for his wife, but he couldn’t find her anywhere

He sighed and sat down in a random booth hoping that she would see him and come to serve him, but she didn’t, a random woman walked up to him instead, tartaglia looked her up and down and his eyes rolled. The lady scoffed and sat down in his lap

“Walk away lady. I’m married” Tartaglia scoffed, showing the woman his ring and shoving her off his lap, the lady whined and persistent that she stay on his lap. “Oh come on… that never stopped a handsome man like yourself” the lady winked.

Tartaglia huffed, resting his hand against his cheek and he continued to try to get the lady off his lap without brute force, but this lady would not budge “Ma’am please get off. I’m not looking to piss off my wife” Tartaglia said, again warning this woman that he indeed had a wife

“I dont see your wife anywhere” the lady slurred, “turn around whore” a voice said behind the two, tartaglia whipped his head around and beamed with joy when he saw the figure of his wife in her uniform holding his signature drink. “And I suggest you get off what’s mine before I put my foot up your ass” His wife spoke darkly

The lady looked at her with fear in her eyes before she quickly got off Tartaglias lap and rushed to her group of friends across the bar, they quickly rushed out the bar before their stupid friend would start a fight with a bar tender, “oh my saving grace has arrived” Tartaglia smirked grabbing his wife by the waist and sitting her on his lap

“This is your rightful place” He added while kissing her neck, “thank you baby” She smiled kissing tartaglias forehead, “now come on, I’ll get you set up in my break room so no other whore comes up to you”

Al Haitham

‘This isn’t how today was suppose to go’ Al Haitham thought. He knew that he was a pretty decent attractive man, but he never thought another woman would try to make a pass on him even though his married

And to an amazing woman might he add, right know he was currently shopping with his wife, they both were planning to spend a few weeks in Fontaine to get away from Sumeru ever since the akademiya had fallen into shambles

So obviously by his wife’s words ‘she needed new clothes’ even though the ones she already had were perfectly fine, though Al haitham had suggested she look better with no clothes but he just got smacked with a book instead

But he never would have guessed that a woman, a drunk woman might he add, would try to seduce him in a clothing store. “Hey baby you free tonight?” The lady slurred barely being able to stand straight. Al Haitham looked around and he saw another group of girls across the store staring at them, almost silently cheering this girl on

Al Haitham sighed “No i will be spending this evening with my wife” the lady looked up at him with stink eyes, “come on… ditch her… she doesn’t have to know…” the lady persisted “oh don’t worry I’ve already found out” Al haitham smiled and looked behind the lady, their stood his wife in the most stunning emerald green dress he’s ever seen

The lady looked at his wife and rolled her eyes, “roll your eyes at me again and I’ll shoved them down your windpipe” his wife threatened, the two widened their eyes the lady left in a hurry and Al haitham just stared at his wife not knowing what to say, “what? You know I don’t let anyone treat me like that” she defened

“Yes daring but you don’t have to threaten the poor woman”

Kaeya

Kaeya knew damn well the affects he had on most women, and even men. And that’s he even met his now wife, a one nightstand turned into a 3 year relationship and then eventually, marriage. Which kaeya was completely fine with, he loved his wife and wanted to spend every waking moment with her

Even if that meant he had to quit his manwhore ways.

It had been a long time since he’s seduced men and women alike, he and his wife were out on a date to good hunter when his wife was needed at the adventures guild, she excused herself and walked over to katheryn

Kaeya nodded and started playing around with his food when he heard shuffling and assumed it was his wife so he smooth talked “looks who back I think I might need to punish you when we get home” Kaeya smirked, “oh you can punish me all you want” an unknown voice said

Kaeya whipped his head up and saw a woman who was obviously intoxicated, “oh no I’m sorry that wasn’t meant for you” Kaeya quickly said “than who was it for?” The lady said, slouching in the chair

Before kaeya could answer her his wife showed up behind the woman, “that was probably meant for me. So I suggest you move” Kaeya smirked and leaned back in his chair and crossed his arms, the woman looked behind her and scoffed, “and what if I don’t?” She hiccuped

His wife chuckled and walked over to him, she then took a seat in kaeyas lap, making sure to sway her hips on kaeyas lap, “Then I’ll just wait for you to leave” she smiled, resting her chin in her hands, waiting for the woman to leave. Kaeya just enjoyed the show in front of him, meanwhile resting his hands on his wife’s hips

The woman stuttered, “w-why are you sitting on my husband you bitch?!” The woman slurred, kaeya looked at the woman wide eyed, his wife smiled again and grabbed his hand with the ring and then showed the woman in front of them

“I do see a ring on his finger” she stated, she then lifted her hand with their wedding ring, “but he’s mine, whore” She said, “so like I said, and I don’t like repeating myself. Leave before I sock you” She darkly smiled. The woman huffed and walked away.

Kaeya smirked while kissing his wife’s neck. “Seriously need to teach you how to interact with people darling… maybe I’ll give you a lesson when we get home”

Zhongli

Zhongli has been around for almost 6,000 years and just now he’s gotten married? I mean… he just hasn’t found the right person yet, and in this life time he met the most perfect woman in his entire life. A beautiful former opera singer, so he courted her and later married her

They’ve been married for almost 8 years now and Zhongli has never been happier, today was their anniversary of their marriage so Zhongli decided he would cook dinner for his lovely wife

He would make his famous Bamboo shoot soup which he knew his wife adored, so he asked Tartaglia for money and went out to purchased only the finest ingredients for his wife, he expected everything to happen but he never expected to get hit on even after he married his wife

“Hey cutie <3” was written on the meat he had purchased, he went back to the meat vendor to confront her “I’m sorry ma’am but I’m afraid this might have fallen into my order and I wanted to return it back to you” Zhongli said, so innocently, the woman working the stand blushed

“N-no that was for you…” the woman said, Zhongli looked at the woman confused, maybe she didn’t know he was already married? “I’m sorry ma’am but I’m happily married…” Zhongli coughed, sliding the paper back to the woman

The woman stuttered but took back the note, he walked away calmly and continued with his shopping still very unfazed about what just happened, he’ll make sure to tell his wife once she gets home from work…

!Authors Note!

Thank you for reading this! Sorry Zhonglis part was a bit short I just couldn’t think of anything for Zhongli since he’s such a gentlemen 😭

Anyway have a wonderful day!

#genshin impact #genshin tartagalia #zhongli genshin impact #zhongli x reader #tartaglia x reader #alhaitham #al haitham x reader #kaeya genshin impact #x reader #kaeya x reader

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ghostieyanyan · 10 months

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Is it ok if we can see more of rock musician MC with the Yandere pop music club or Pomefiore once they discover their secret musical talent?

im doing Pomefiore cause at this rate, im doing everyone xD i dont might, it rewally makes me happy that you guys enjoy this series/topic (idk what to call it)

ill likely do heartslabyul and Ignihyde and Diasomnia will likely be together and theres still savannaclaw (though idk how well that goes lol)

who do you guys want next?

~Musical!mc~

Yan!Vil x mc

Yan!Rook x mc

Yan!Epel x mc

Warnings: yandere, manipulation, stalking, hints nsfw, hint of kidnapping?, the art is more on the fem!mc side but the fanfic parts should be gender-neutral (if not, im sorry and do tell me where so i can fix it qwq)

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Rook

would you be surprised that rook found this little secret first? like he was the very first person to find out

the answer should be no and if not that no then you are sorely mistaken.

When did he find out? Who knows? But one thing for sure, he want to relish in the fact that he's the only one who knows. Other people might find out sooner or later but he has it in his head like you told him yourself. Like you held this important little secret close to your heart and in-trusted your heart to him. He lives in his own world.

He'll know when you sing. Its often when grim isn't present, like he messed with ace and deuce and getting collared by riddle. whatever grim did that had him busy, you often have your sweet alone time to sing our heart out.

Rook will help keep this talent of yours as secret as you want. if you want only a few to know, he'll accept it. if you don't want anyone to know, he'll make sure your secret is preserved for as long as you like. but honestly, if he had it his way, he'd be the only one to know. the only one that can hear your lovely voice.

Rook is a hunter and an active fan in the beauty department. hell take pictures of you and even record your voice. even when you're not singing. he has a recording of you sleep.. your sighs in the night, signaling if you have any discomfort or even pleasure in your dreams.

he'll take the moment in your dorm to look at your stuff. help here and there in your dorm. in the morning, you might find your clothes ready and prep for the next day. you might find your room less messy than you remembered the night before. you might see food that you don't remember when you've gotten it. you also find tea that states it "helps your voice"? did grim get this....?

Rook watches you like you were a bird. oh he wishes to capture you and hear you sing just for him alone but he also like you to be free. to watch your wings stretch into the sky as you sing with your heart and soul.

but he is a little curious on what would you do, if your wings were... clipped.

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Vil

he is furious when he found out. how dare you not tell him!? How dare you to just sit idly by when your potato friends did the VDC and not to mention, watching them lose like idiots!

but... that's in the past and now he has to face this issues with a level head. he needs to know how well you sing, both in when you aren't pressured (your free alone time) and with his guidance and lessons. now you see why Epel runs for the hills during Vil lessons.

here's the thing about vil, you cant be 100% mad at his overbearing behavior to watch you succussed. he just wants to watch you thrive. plus he knows what its like in the music industry. he had to work side by side with it when he was young after all. you cant get mad at him, even if his words like like hot burning knifes to your skin.

when you think that hes heartless and you just want to break down with how harsh hes being, he gets to your level and speaks smoothing words to make you feel better.

"hey hey! i know its difficult and i wont have been this harsh with you if i knew you you couldn't take it. but you can. this industry is very mean but you have the talents to make it big and ill help you through it~ every step of the way~"

isnt vil a great actor? i mean he works really hard to hone his skills but this is next level. he has you wrapped around his little fingers. he doesnt care if you want to be big or even small in the music industry but with you by his hip. with your voice, you could even riverly neige! Imagine it. beautiful model with a lovely song bird by his side. their love story is so cute. its like a fairy tale! celebrty with everything finds love with a common no body.

but honestly, he'd be lying if he said it was just for celebrity gain. Vil has been eyeing you awhile, you were a great help during vdc and maybe... he just wants you to keep helping... but just him this time..

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Epel

at first, epel thought he wouldn't care about that. in life he mainly wanted to be seen as the manly type. but with vil's lessons on beauty, makes him hate that whole aspect, entirely.

but when he first heard you... that changed everything.

he didn't mean to sneak up on you. it was late in the day, everyone was in their clubs but since hes been failing a class, vil forced him to improve his grades.

"leona would be fine without you for a day... but not for the rest of the year.so if you want to stay in in the magical shift club, get your grades up."

he decided to head to the library to study for a bit. a nice quiet place to read and study, or try to anyways. a few minutes passed and he wasn't feeling it with his textbook. epel just needed a quick walk around the library to help pump his blood flowing to his head, he thought.

and then, he heard you. you were doing a slight hum and soft singing mixture. but oh was it so sweet to his ears. he felt like he was with his grandma back in grade school when he would come home from school and she'll be making dinner for him. it reminded him of home, and how he missed it so much.

he'll likely not be the type to confront you about it, its your business and if you told him personally, he'd love that.

without realizing it, when he thought about you singing, he dreamed that you and him were married in his home town. he'll be coming home after a long days work and you'd welcome him home with a sweet smile. you might even ask if he wanted food, a bath, or even- oh shoot. Epel has to use the restroom NOW.

naughty boy.

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enderfenderdragon · 1 month

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can you do tamaki amajiki with a breeding kink? Would also prefer some scenes of him being a switch.

yeah sure, i did make the reader female. is that okay? this is the first request i ever have had, so thank you. hope you like it! :D

also i realised i didn't really do the breeding kink, i just found it hard to write for. i'm so sorry, i know it was what you requested. but i tried to make up for it. i really am sorry. :(

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warnings!: dom!tamaki amajiki, sub!tamaki amajiki, dom!reader, sub-ish!reader, p in v, smutty (kind of), reader is a female. (sorry if you don't like that.) use of y/n. use of bunny (tamaki calls reader 'bunny') not proof read!.

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you moan his name and his thrusts speed up.

"am i doing good?" he asked looking into your eyes with affection and lust.

"y-yes, s-so good" you reply moaning his name once more.

you and tamaki have been at it for about an hour. him switching from being a sub to a dom then a sub again, it seems he likes to be submissive at the hands of y/n. who would of known? one of UA's big three was submissive with his partner.

you hear tamaki growl like a wolf and flips you over to your under side (belly). he starts beating his cock deep inside of your tight walls.

"a-ah!" you moan from surprise.

your moans and cries only make tamaki become even more dominate. but once he starts to get a little too ruff you tell him (more like beg him) to slow down.

"t-tamaki! t-too r-ruff!" you cry. back arching as

his eyes widen and his thrusts stop at once when he heard you cry. apologises and asking if your okay spill from his mouth.

"oh my god, y/n are you okay? i-im s-so sorry, b-baby im sorry" he quickly whispers.

he quickly and gently flips you over and cups your cheek.

"a-are you o-okay? i-im so so s-sorry. p-please f-forgive m-me." he whispers to you. resting his knees on the bed near your feet. his body stiff with anxiety.

you cup his hands on your cheeks.

"y-yes, you were g-great." you whisper back.

his whole body relaxes when you whisper this. you move one of your hands from his hand on your cheek to his cheek.

"b-but you did become a little too ruff. you have to remember, im not as strong as you tamaki" you say to him, voice stern. trying to make him realise or remember that you are indeed, smaller then him.

"i-im sorry b-bunny" he pulls you into a hug. you quickly hug him back and sigh.

"how about we just watch a movie hmm?" you say into his ear making him shiver, also making you laugh.

"d-dont laugh a-at m-me. i-it's n-not funny." he pouts.

"y-yes it is, it so is." you say back to him ruffling his hair.

you stand up and walk to your shared bathroom. you have a shower, and then tamki has a shower. while he is having his shower you get the snacks, the movie, the blankets and all the extra things you need when having a movie night with tamaki.

your sitting down thinking: 'why did tamaki growl, then flip me over. then start beating my pussy? is he okay? is he annoyed at me?'

your thoughts get interrupted when tamaki steps out of the shower, playing with his hair as a way of 'drying it' he calls it.

"hey" you hear him say.

tamaki crawls towards you on the bed, cupping you cheeks.

"w-whats on y-your mind b-bunny?" he asks tilting his head the way you always found adorable.

you sigh, looks at him through your eye lashes and takes a deep breath.

"why did you suddenly become very dominate and very ruff with me?" you ask, your voice small just above a whisper. afraid anyone would hear what you asked.

tamaki's face becomes a firing mess and he quickly covers his face with his hands.

you laugh and cup his hands, gently making him let you see his very red face you ask again. but instead of hiding his face tamaki mumbles so quiet you don't hear him.

"tamaki, hunny i didn't hear you." you say quietly back.

the next few words that escapes tamaki amajiki's mouth make your whole body stiffen and your face becomes hotter then a volcano.

"i-i was t-trying to b-breed y-you" he mumbles.

@the-little-devils-chaos

#amajiki x reader #tamaki x reader #amajiki x reader smut #my hero academia #my hero acedamia #my hero acadamy #my hero academy fanfiction #sub tamaki x reader #tamaki amajiki #amajiki tamaki #boku no hero academia #tamaki smut #smut #fluff #x reader #fem reader #imagine

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rocketrhap3000 · 1 year

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periodically

requested: just thinking of what joel would do if his girl was younger than him and on her period, so she tries hiding it from him because he’s a man yknow. maybe if theyre in jackson products are easier to get but she doesn’t feel comfortable telling him, but he’s like “darlin’ a little blood dont scare me” haha

a/n: i just know joel would be so sweet and caring for you during this time omg i am so soft for him and i genuinely love the idea of being ellie’s mom/mentor figure too

warnings: ellie and joel bickering, reader on her period (mentions of cramps, nausea, brief mention of blood), ellie gives reader tampons, mentions of sex, an excessive overuse of the pet name darlin, a terrible attempt at capturing joel’s southern drawl, and found-family fluff/comfort

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previous joel fic here 🫶

At the beginning of the week, when Joel had invited you over for dinner and a movie, you were happy to accept, knowing that it would just be a nice, lowkey, cozy night in. And, since you also knew there would be a strong possibility of your favorite fourteen year old making an appearance at Joel’s, you made sure to bring over the old Smithsonian Air and Space postcard you’d found in an abandoned house years ago, prior to coming to Jackson. For some reason, you’d found it to be both fascinating and comforting enough to take it with you, and rediscovering it while rummaging through your stuff a few days ago made you think of Ellie immediately.

Upon your arrival, you have to restrain yourself from knocking; Joel had told you long before the two of you were even official that you are always more than welcome to come right in. So, you open and shut the door quietly, then walk into the house just far enough to find Ellie pestering Joel in the kitchen.

“I told you not to put it in for that long,” the teen tells her father figure with a chuckle.

“Would you stop it? It’s not even burnt,” Joel huffs, grabbing the pan of food out of the oven with a pair of mitts on his hands.

“You sure? I’ve never seen pasta that dark before,” Ellie teases further.

Then, while his back is to her, she sticks her finger in one of the bowls on the counter. Unfortunately, either she’s not quick enough (or Joel really does have eyes in the back of his head) because he’s prompt to vocalize his disapproval.

“Hey! Get’cha grubby hands outta that,” Joel playfully yells at her, and Ellie can only shrug and laugh in response, which makes you laugh out loud, too.

Too bad your chuckle is loud enough that you blow your cover; both Joel and Ellie turn around in sync, and giant smiles on their faces when they see you.

Ellie calls out your name excitedly before jogging over to give you a hug.

“Hey, Kiddo,” you chuckle, reciprocating the embrace and affectionately ruffling her hair. “You teaching Joel how to cook?” you ask teasingly, looking over Ellie’s head to see Joel shake his head and smile at you.

“Psh, are you kidding? He won’t even let me near the stove,” she rolls her eyes. “And, he said when you get here, He’s kicking me out so you guys can have some alooone time.”

“No, I did not,” Joel defends himself, but the blush on his cheeks says otherwise.

“He totally did,” Ellie smirks at you, dashing back into the kitchen to grab a plate of food before heading towards the back sliding door to the yard. “So, I guess I’m off.”

“Oh, hey, Ellie!” you call out quickly, suddenly remembering the card you brought for her as you pull it out of your jacket pocket.

“Yeah?” she stops in her tracks and spins around to face you.

“Here,” you meet her halfway, then hand her the card. “Found it in my stuff from a while ago. Made me think of you.”

“Woah,” she looks it over with wide eyes, running a careful finger over Saturn’s rings. “So fuckin’ cool,” she says softly, then looks back up at you. “Thanks, (Y/n)! You’re the best.”

“Hey, no problem,” you give her a smile, watching as she gently tucks it into the back pocket of her jeans before heading back over to the door.

“See you guys later!” she calls as she slips out to her shed.

“That kid,” Joel lets out a breathy laugh as he makes his way over to you. “I think you made her night.”

“I dunno. Seems like she was havin’ fun with you before I got here,” you refute with a smile.

“Yeah…” Joel hums. “And I didn’t kick her out, by the way.”

“I refuse to get in the middle of this,” you chuckle, then wrap your arms around his thick torso and let out a sigh of comfort as you take in the way he feels and smells. You always feel so safe and comfortable with Joel, and it’s a feeling you’ll always miss when he’s away. “But I’m not complaining about a little alooone time with you,” you mimic Ellie’s emphasis on the word, and you feel a small chuckle rumble from Joel’s chest.

“Neither am I,” he mumbles against the top of your head, leaving a kiss there before pulling back to look down into your eyes. “Well, dinner’s done. Hope you’re not too hungry. Don’t know how edible the food’ll be.”

“I’m sure it’s fine. It smells great,” you say, and he shrugs, ushering you over to the dining room table.

~♡~

After dinner, the two of you decided on an old movie to watch while cozying up together on Joel’s couch. Ellie’s only made a few appearances since taking dinner to her shed a few hours ago, but she’s made sure to embarrass Joel each time, as if it wasn’t already obvious enough how head over heels the man is for you.

Halfway through dinner, though, a small pang of discomfort settled in your stomach. And though you chose to ignore it then, now that you’re settled on the couch (and not entirely focused on the tv), that pain has become a little more insistent.

You shuffle into Joel’s side, feeling another shock of stomach pain, accompanied by a small wave of nausea wash over you. An involuntary whine escapes your mouth, muffled into Joel’s shoulder, and you wrap your arms around your stomach, hoping the movie is loud enough to cover the noise.

But Joel can tell there’s something wrong, whether it was your uncomfortable squirming, your little squeak of pain, or just the fact that he knows you so well.

“You okay, Darlin’?” he asks quietly, rubbing your arm.

“Yeah, my stomach just hurts a little,” you shake your head and instead rest your cheek against his shoulder.

“Somethin’ you ate?” he asks worriedly. “Hope it wasn’t my cookin’,” comes his little attempt at making you smile.

And it works. A little. But it’s more of a wince, if anything.

“No,” you assure him. “But I’m sure it’ll pass.”

“Aw, well I’m sorry,” he coos, leaving a peck on the top of your head. “Can I get’cha anythin’?”

“I think I’m okay,” you nod and burrow further into his embrace to stifle another groan.

“You do not sound okay,” Joel insists quietly, and holds you even closer to him.

“I am. Promise. I may just rest my eyes for a second, though,” you tell him, already closing your eyes to help ease the pain in some way.

“Do whatever you need to, Darlin’. M’here,” Joel replies while softly rubbing your arm.

~♡~

By the time the movie is over, the worst of the pain has subsided, but you still just feel achy all over. You sit up from Joel’s embrace, then let him know that you’re going to the bathroom and that you’ll be back in a minute.

But when you get to the bathroom, everything finally makes sense.

“Shit,” you say, staring down at the rusty brown stain in your undergarment.

No wonder you felt awful earlier. How could you have forgotten? You knew your period was supposed to come, but with how busy you’ve been with work, and then how excited you were about your date night with Joel, it just totally slipped your mind.

And what are you supposed to do now? You don't have any products with you, and you’re almost positive Joel won’t have any, either. Just to make sure, though, you open the bathroom cabinets, but it doesn’t take long to see they’re completely empty. It makes you laugh.

Typical man.

You must be contemplating your situation for a while without even knowing how much time has passed, because before you know it, there is a gentle knock on the bathroom door, startling you from your thoughts.

“Hey, Darlin’?” Joel’s voice comes from the other side of the door.

“Uh, yeah?” you reply nervously.

“Y’okay in there?”

“Mhm.”

“Y’sure? You’ve been gone a while, and I… Well, I’m worried about’cha. Can I do anythin’ for ya?”

“No, I’m fine! I’m… I’m just… bleeding,” you cringe at your wording the second it leaves your lips, once you realize how concerning it sounds.

“Bleeding?!” Joel replies, and you already can tell his eyes are popping out of his head with worry.

“No no no, it’s… it’s normal bleeding,” you tell him, which sounds even weirder.

“Darlin’, I’m pretty sure there ain’t such a thing as normal bleedin’. Can you let me in so I can see?”

“No, it’s… this just happens… uh… periodically,” you subconsciously hint to him.

“Darlin’, what are you…” he starts, but then trails off when he starts to put the pieces together. “Oh. Oh.”

“I’ll be fine, Joel, I promise. Just… I’ll be back in a sec,” you stammer, although you’re not too sure how you’re supposed to handle this situation with no products at your disposal.

“Darlin’, that stomach ache earlier… were those cramps? Are you havin’ your period?” he states so bluntly that it catches you off guard, hearing that word come from his voice.

Sure, you would hope that a man of his age knows what a period is. And considering the state of the world, you know this is nothing compared to other things he’s dealt with. But it doesn’t make you any less embarrassed for him to find out.

After a beat of silence, you answer feebly.

“Yeah.”

“Hey, that’s alright,” he replies softly. “Can I get’cha anythin’?”

“No. I didn’t want you to know,” you tell him nervously.

“Because you don’t trust me? Or because I’m a man,” he chuckles.

“Because you’re a man,” you roll your eyes and laugh back, although he can’t see you through the door. “Thought you’d think it’s gross.”

“Well, all the more reason for me to help you out. And it’s not gross at all. Completely normal, Darlin’,” he replies simply. “Hey, you see those sweats in there?”

Looking over to the hooks by his shower, next to a towel hangs a large pair of grey sweatpants.

“Mhm.”

“You can wear those if you need. Probably more comfy than those jeans y’got on.”

“I’ll be fine, Joel,” you tell him, doing what you can to make a makeshift pad with a wad of tissue to stick in your underwear before flushing the toilet.

After Joel hears the sink faucet turn on, he opens the bathroom door to find you washing your hands, giving you a sympathetic glance through the mirror.

“You sure you’re comfy? You can wear those sweats,” he comes to stand behind you, placing his hands on your shoulders and giving them a gentle rub.

“It’s okay,” you shake your head as you turn off the water and reach for the towel to dry your hands. Next, you turn for the door and head back out into the living room.

“You feelin’ okay?” Joel asks, following you out.

“The worst is over, I think. At least for today. But I don’t have a ton of stuff for the week,” you sigh. “I meant to stop by the market yesterday since I knew it was coming, but I totally forgot.”

“Stuff?” he asks, clearly confused.

“Period products,” you roll your eyes and smile, slightly embarrassed. “Pads, tampons… that sort of thing.”

“Oh, yeah,” Joel chuckles, a light blush falling on his cheeks. “I can go run over there right now for you,” he then offers.

“Joel, it’s okay,” you smile and shake your head as you move towards the dining room table, where your jacket is draped over a chair. “I should probably head out, anyway. I can pick some up on my way home.”

“No, no, no, please,” he manages to grab a gentle hold on your wrist, pulling you back to him.

And between the raging hormones coursing through your body and the sight of Joel staring down at you with those big, beautiful, brown eyes, you just about combust.

“I can go. Just tell me what you need,” he whispers, placing his hands on your waist to bring you in even closer to him. Then, with the gentlest touch, he presses a kiss to your lips.

“You sure?” you ask him once the kiss has broken.

“Positive. Just go have a hot shower and I’ll be back real quick. Towels’re in the closet. You can use my soap and stuff. Just relax, alright?” he strokes your cheek. “What, uh, kinds of stuff should I get?”

“Well, I doubt there’s much variety,” you chew on your bottom lip, then shrug. “Whatever you can find, I’m sure’ll be fine.”

“Okay,” he gives you a small smile, then leans down to peck your lips one last time before parting from you to grab his own jacket from one of the other dining room chairs. “I’ll be back in a few.”

You nod and smile as he heads out, but as soon as the front door closes, the back sliding door opens, revealing Ellie, who’s probably coming back in for some more snacks.

“Hey,” she smiles, looking around in search of her father figure. “Where’s Joel?”

“He just ran to the market,” you tell her.

“At this hour?” she says, sounding as if their roles were reversed and she’s the worried parent.

“Yeah, I… I got my period,” you chuckle awkwardly, although you know you have no reason to be embarrassed with Ellie. “He’s just running out to get some stuff for me since I don’t have any.”

“Fuck, I’m sorry. Periods suck,” she gives you a sympathetic smile, but her eyes quickly light up again. “Hey, wait! I have an extra box of tampons I can go grab for you?” she offers eagerly.

“Aw, Ellie, that’s okay,” you smile and shake your head. “I don’t wanna take your stuff. I know they’re not easy to get your hands on.”

“Actually, Maria gave me a cup. So… I don’t really use them anymore.”

“You sure?”

“Yeah! I’ll go grab them,” she says, heading for the door again, and it’s less than a minute before she’s back, handing you the box.

“I just need one for tonight,” you tell her.

“Take the whole thing and put it in Joel’s bathroom. Could come in handy if you’re gonna be around more,” she gives you a smile.

“That’s not a bad idea,” you smile back at her. “Thank you, Ellie. I’m gonna go shower, but Joel should be back soon if you need anything.”

“Sounds good,” she nods, then grows a little shy as she looks up at you. “I really like having you here, (Y/n).”

“Well, I really like being here,” your cheeks flush warm with endearment. “Joel needs us girls to keep him in line.”

“You can say that again,” she laughs, heading to the back door. “Night!” she waves, then heads for the back door again.

“Goodnight, Kiddo,” you wave back as she slips out to her shed for the night.

Without any further hesitation, you make your way back down the hall to have a nice, hot shower. Afterwards, you sneak into Joel’s bedroom to look for a change of clothes, and you slip into one of his thermal long sleeve shirts and that pair of sweats he’d offered you earlier.

~♡~

When Joel gets back, he finds you dozed off in his clothes and on his bed, curled up under a soft, knitted blanket. It’s such a heartwarming sight, he feels bad for having to wake you, so he does so as gently as possible.

Placing a hand on your back, he rubs soft circles into your tired muscles, then leans down to press a kiss to your head.

“Darlin’,” he whispers sweetly, tucking the blanket below your chin so your face is more visible to him.

You slowly stir awake to the sound of his voice, and your lips are pulled into a smile when you open your eyes to Joel sitting at the edge of the bed beside you.

“Hey, sorry,” you sit up slowly.

“No reason to apologize. I gotch’your stuff,” he reaches to the floor for a medium sized paper bag, handing it to you to open.

Inside is a box of tampons, a pack of pads, and a small bottle of over the counter painkillers.

“I do okay?” he wonders, hoping he got the right things for you, and willing to run back if he didn’t.

“This is perfect, Joel,” you set the bag back down on the floor and instead wrap your arms around his shoulders, burying your face into his neck. “Thank you so much.”

“Course, Darlin’,” he replies, squeezing you back before breaking away to stand up from the bed.

He lets you know he’s going to shower and change before joining you in bed, and without any official invitation being exchanged, you know you’re going to be spending the night.

When he gets back, he’s in a loose pair of sweats and a thermal long sleeve shirt that matches yours. With a yawn and a sleepy smile, he makes his way over to get into bed with you.

“Sorry about this,” you give him a frown before he gets the chance to wrap his arms around you again.

“Huh?” he asks while mindlessly placing a hand on your thigh.

“My period. I guess this means no sex,” you laugh softly.

“A little blood don’t scare me, girl,” he teases, voice low and raspy as he leans in to kiss your neck.

“Joel,” you giggle softly, feeling heat creep up your neck from where his lips touched and settle on your cheeks and ears.

But he parts from you with a small laugh of his own, and his face grows serious again.

“I know you ain’t feelin’ the best. Don’t you worry about that tonight, alright? You and I both know there’ll be plenty other times for that,” he gives you a wink and a nod of his head, and you nod right back at him.

“M’still sorry for ruining the night.”

“You did not ruin the night,” he tells you sternly, but tenderly. “I hope you know I didn’t invite you over just for sex,” he pushes a piece of hair out of your face. “I really care about you, Darlin’.”

“I know,” you reply honestly. You do really know how much he cares for you; it’s in everything he does. He’s a protector and a provider by nature. “And I really care about you, too, Joel.”

With a smile, he leans in to peck your lips sweetly.

“Let’s get some sleep,” he whispers. “Gotta make sure we’re up in time to make Ellie breakfast. Kid’s growin’ like a weed.”

And with another shared, low laughter, the two of you slip further under the covers, all warm and cozy, wrapped up in each other’s arms, and affections.

~♡~

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fcknstar · 1 year

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,, the innocence is gone "

pairings : gf!ethanlandry x fem!reader ( vesper )

summary : what happens when history tends to repeat himself?

content warnings : violence, betrayal, obsession.

**lowercase intended**

" ghostface would be attractive if he didnt kill.. " you voiced out, in your own world when the whole group turned to face you in shock.

" uhm.. i think thats a bit far fetch dont you think? " mindy cringed.

how can the thought of someone with a mask pull your heartstrings, or even turn you on.

" i mean, in my opinion he could be pretty hot. " you shrugged.

the group wasnt new on your interests in slashers, criminals. you figured that it was always the attractive ones who killed. they just found it weird considering you, mindy, the carpenter sisters and chad nearly got killed by one.

" coping mechanisms. " quinn laughed the tension off, with the rest awkwardly nodding.

★

ever since ethan joined the group, you have been nothing but attached. how did a good looking guy - a snack - be so lonely. you thought he had someone in his mind, the one you knew you couldnt occupy. but he did. you. but he soon swallowed the feeling down to focus on his mission. he knew he had to kill you, so why did your existence crumble him. making him question about his true intentions.

" i had econ! " he defended himself as mindy analyzed ethan.

you saw ethan leaving the apartment so you did trust him.

" mindy, he did leave the apartment, remember? " you whispered, eyes closed as you listened to the rustling sounds around you.

" see? "

" vesper, you are next in my list- "

" what? just because i defended him doesnt make me the killer. and you know for a fact i would never considering the fucking shit weve been through! " you couldnt believe your ears, your own best friend not trusting you.

" mindy, i think you are over- analysing everything right now. " sam sighed. she trusted you, even if she knew she couldn't trust anyone. but youve been there for her and tara since day one.

" fine, but ethan is still on the top of my list. " ethan bringing his hands up in defeat. giving him a lopsided smile, he returned a sad smile back.

everyone were starting to turn their backs on their own people, those that had to relive such traumatic moments.

★

" hello? "

" hey, ves! i was wondering if you could head down to the library? i need your help. " your friends voice begging for a yes to come out from you. instead a -

" no, im sorry. im with ethan right now, catching up on some shit i dont understand. ill try to come down as soon as possible though! " ethans eyes darting to your face. he loved the way you said his name. how sweet and soft youd say it, as if he was a fragile doll you had to take care off.

" oh man, alright sure! just text me - update me yea! bye! " a sigh was heard from the other side.

" bye love~ " you giggled. you were often flirtatious with your closest friends. ethan - not knowing the gender of the caller, narrowed his eyes.

" so sorry about that- "

" who was that? " ethan couldnt help but ask. he just had to know. if you couldnt be his, you shouldn't be anyones.

" lana, she needed help with something. i dont know. " ethan nodded.

★

ethan has yet to leave your side since the van. he needed to be with you as long as he could before he killed you, as him or as ghostface. so when gale brought you and the others down to the shrine, you realized ethans hand around your wrist.

looking up at him, him smiled.

" cant let you leave my sight knowing youd go crazy over this stuff. might lose you on the way. " you chuckled.

looking over the items, you couldn't help but wonder how did someone collect items that was about six years ago - or even more. walking up on stage, you grazed every piece of black robe that could be filled with blood. this was a new feeling and you liked it.

" remember how you said that ghostface was attractive, i get how someone might like him. " ethan blurted out.

" haha very funny eth. " rolling your eyes, knowing that he's just trying to annoy you.

" i mean look at amber freeman. she was hot. quite literally. "

you stopped at amber freemans robe, such events replaying.

" welcome to act three. " you stumbled backwards watching as she aimed the gun at you.

" its sad that that pretty face will be gone to waste. " amber made a pouty face. you liked amber, maybe more than just a friend. of course you found her attractive, even with her reveal. but you couldnt.

it felt as if someone took your heart out, squeezed it and pushed it back in. you had to digest so many information and your dumb brain couldnt handle it. you didnt want it to happen again, knowing you couldnt take another heart break.

" ves? " ethan placed an arm on your shoulder.

" sorry? "

" you alright? " you nodded, afraid that your voice might crack.

you coped up with everything by searching on slashers, even learning their tactics. it was interesting to say the least. you soon became obsessed with one you didnt even acknowledge. you should have known.

★

sam and tara pulled you behind them as ghostface removed his mask, revealing ethan.

his gloomy face was replaced with a menacing smile. you tuned everything out, realizing that everything this happening again. fuck, you thought. ethan was a shy dorky guy, and now standing in front of you is a killer that you liked. oddly enough, you didn't feel betrayed or even hurt. he looked hot, with his hair sticking to his forehead and his breathing heavy. thoughts of blood on his face couldnt help but flood your mind. you just didnt want to die. not yet.

you didn't even realize when ethans rounding the corner, near the glass display you and sam were standing at.

you being the closest one, he pulled you, placing the knife against your neck.

" fuck, eth- " your voice died down in your throat when you felt him press the knife further into your neck.

" no- " sam and tara wanted to run towards you when quinn stopped them.

" no, no you little fuckers, you aren't going anywhere. " before walking towards them, ethan walked with you, following quinns steps. your back against his front, you felt his heart thumping hard. probably due to adrenaline. you were going to die. tonight. in the hands of ethan.

quinn lunged forwards before tara smacked quinn with a brick, knocking her out.

that was when bailey aimed the gun towards the sisters.

" you brought a brick to a gun fight.. quite sad isnt it. that you have to die this way. "

" sam- " out of instinct, you jolted forward, forgetting the knife against your neck. you had cut your neck slightly, as you pushed yourself further behind against ethan.

" you sweet dumb thing. too stupid to not realize that you may cut yourself. " ethan pouted before pulling you away from the others.

sam and tara saw ethan pushing you forward with the knife against your back. shit, they thought.

before you could even ask him where he was bringing you, he stabbed you in the arm.

" ive always wanted to stick something in you, ves! " he smiled victoriously.

" fuck you, eth! " you breathed.

" is that an offer? " shaking his head, he continued, "since i like you, ill spare you. "

he has made up his mind.

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princesuna · 2 years

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you come out of suna’s bathroom after changing into your indoor clothes and his brain almost short circuits at the sight of you. you come out wearing a loose flannel that’s way too big for you with only one button closed in the middle with your sleeves rolled up and grey shorts. his face heats up a bit and doesn’t realize he’s staring until clap your hands in front of his face.

“oi rin! did my beauty turn you into stone?” you quip with a giggle.

“you wish. button up more or you’ll catch a cold,” he retorts.

“but it’s still summer! and i feel so comfortable right- hey!” you pout as suna stands in front of you closing most of the buttons on your shirt. when he’s satisfied with his work, he pulls you towards him by your shirt to give you a quick kiss.

“you’re gonna drive me insane. where did you get this shirt anyways? it’s so big even i could wear it,” he asks.

suna thinks he knows what most of your clothes look like, but this seems to be a new piece to your collection. his mind shoots him with the intrusive thought that it was from another guy, but he quickly dismisses the thought because he has seen you in oversized clothing before. you have a huge green flannel in your closet similar to the one you’re wearing now. there’s no way this shirt could ever be from an ex or someone you’re cheating on him with.

right?

are you that bold to wear something like that around him? suna isn’t sure why he’s starting to doubt you. you both love each other very much. he feels very secure in this relationship, but for some reason, he can’t shake the possibility from his mind.

“i found it while i was shopping at forever 21. it was just randomly sitting on a rack and i thought it was totally my style so i bought it.” you reply.

you didn’t show any signs of hesitation while answering him and suna can tell when you’re lying. you’re so god awful at it he would spot it in the blink of an eye. he flushes the intrusive thought out until you speak up again.

“now that you mention it, this might fit you perfectly! try this on, i wanna see you in it,” you urge.

“ah i dont think it will fit, sweetheart. besides, this isn’t my style,” he objects.

“no! you’re trying it on right now. i’ll be right back,” you say and disappear into the bathroom again before he has the chance to argue back.

you come out in a t-shirt while holding the shirt in your hand. you push the shirt into suna’s arms and force him into the bathroom.

your boyfriend shakes his head at your shenanigans, but he is grateful because now is the perfect time for him to put the intrusive thought to rest. he puts the shirt on and when he’s buttoning it, he begins to feel uneasy. the way he buttons this shirt is exactly how he buttons his dress shirts for press conferences. suna examines the shirt closely and his suspicions are confirmed. this is a men’s shirt. the buttons are on the right. buttoned shirts for women are always on the left. he knows this fact because he had to wear his mom’s dress shirt for a high school banquet one time because he stained his the day before.

suna tries not to jump to conclusions because he trusts you. he didn’t sense any hint of deceptiveness in your reply to him. he tries to calm himself down before walking out of the room in the shirt.

“babe, you know this is a men’s shirt, right?” he asks stepping out of the room.

“really? how can you tell? i remember picking it up in the women’s section,” you questioned.

“for men’s shirts, buttons are on the right. buttons are on the left for women’s shirts,” your boyfriend explains.

“oh my god! so that’s why it felt so weird to button up the shirt! i thought maybe it was just a style thing. that makes much more sense!” you exclaim.

your reaction seems genuine and he feels bad for doubting you, even if it’s just for a second. you love him so much, how could you ever cheat on him?

“yeah. if i didn’t know any better i would’ve thought this came from another guy,” he joked.

“rin, don’t tell me got jealous over a shirt.”

“i’m not!” he disputed, but his voice gave him away.

“sure, the high pitch tone in your voice is telling. did you really think this belonged to another guy? you’re so funny. i love you and only you,” you go over and stand on your tippy toes to give him a peck on his cheek.

“i just don’t wanna lose you to anyone,” he mumbled while pulling you into his arms.

you manage to catch what he said and smile. you admire every feature on his face while playing with his hair. you’re lucky to have him. then, a thought pops into your head.

“rin, how did you know the difference between the dress shirts?”

“i’m leaving,” he pulls away and vanishes into the bedroom.

“hey! come back!” you yell chasing after him.

you couldn’t waterboard that story out of him.

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