#gets! everything was so beautiful n impulsive it’s what he deserves!

[waywardcrow]

I’d do bad things with you.

Summary: The day after the wedding, Bucky and his new wife go to Stark's house to plan their next step because that's why they are married, right? Not because they love each other.

Pairing: Mob!Bucky x Stark!reader.

TW: Really not so many, talks of murder but very lightly, implications of mafia kind of stuff but please remember all I know about this I learned from SoC and fics lol, allutions to death, mention of cheating and sex, lots of angst, curvy!reader, no mention of y/n and reader's nickname is Bells (context coming soon), kind of enemies to lovers but not really enemies, arranged marriage, this will be a +18 story so minors dni.

Disclaimer: English is not my first language, please tell me if I make grammar mistakes.

Part of the Yours to lose series.

All eyes on us <<<

Pictures from pinterest and graphic and dividers by the amazing @ firefly-graphics so all credits to the creators.

Bucky didn’t dare to say anything when his wife closed the door of the guest room, how could he? His dragă asked for one thing: help to protect her family.

That didn’t mean she owned him something, she was his wife but not his woman, not anymore.

If only he wasn’t so impulsive, if he weren’t so blind to recognize what he had in front on him, they wouldn’t be in this situation, their wedding wouldn’t be an arrangement, he would had ask her to marry him instead of trapping her.

Still, he had hopes, he would never give up in getting her back, and when Bucky finally did it, he would make up for the lost time.

Alone in her room, Bells felt the Barnes’ family ring heavy in her hand, not only for the rose diamond, it was heavy because she didn’t deserve it. She was well aware she only had it because she ended up being a Stark, there was no way this could ever happen to her being the mistress on turn for the Winter Soldier.

And even knowing it, she missed those times.

Everyone that worked in the restaurant knew she was sleeping with him, they also knew it was better for their tongues that she never heard them talk about it, Bucky made an example of the first and only one who tried, a jackass named Julian who liked to make women uncomfortable.

After that, everyone turned a blind eye when Bucky when to the bar and talk to her for hours, when he called her to his office and she used disappeared in there to don't go back to work for the whole shift, they saw them going home at night, both being walking proof of the affair.

Her friends sometimes looked at Bells with concern; especially Kate but no one said a thing.

She would get in the car with Bucky who would try to convince her to stop working so he could spoil her and Bells would gave him the same answer, she only wanted him, not his money.

It was so stupid of her, to believe he could feel the same one day but how could she not think it when he played his part so well? Treating him like she was something delicate, something beautiful, she wanted to believe he could want her, love her.

That was why she spent most of the nights with him during the months her fantasy ran wild, she was even familiar with his men, Steve and Sam adored her, Scott, Thor and Clint were sweet with her, even the stoic Loki smiled sometimes at her jokes.

Bucky made her feel at home, she had free reign in the house except for his office and they found their routine very quickly.

Even in the nights Bucky couldn’t join her right after work, he would find her sometimes eating alone in the kitchen or taking a shower and he would made up to her, he was so tender with Bells, making her feel everything was right, maybe it was because she never had a real home and she craved it that she was so easy to fool.

After taking the dress off her and removing her make-up, the girl curled in bed, refusing to cry again for him.

“Good morning, dragă, I made breakfast” was the first thing Bucky told his wife in the morning. His wife, he would never get tired of saying it even if it was only in his head.

She looked beyond beautiful, the ivory set of pants and jacket hug her curves and he was loving the cleavage cut he could see from his place in the counter. His wife looked like what she was, a Queen.

“Don’t call me that, James” hearing his name on her lips hurt but he deserved it, at least she didn’t call him by his last name.

Their last name.

“Does my lady prefer any other nickname?” he asked without stop smiling, serving her coffee like he knew she liked it.

“I have a name, stick to it”

Her name was beautiful, both of them, the one her parents gave her and the one he met her with but she was the woman he loved, dragă was really appropiate.

“You used to love when I called you that, I don’t think I should change it if we want this marriage to be believable” he shrugged, knowing well why his wife didn’t like it anymore.

“We made a deal, Barnes” oh, James was gone “you will not make anyone believe this after we deal with our enemies”

She really did believe he would give up on her, which almost made him smile. His dragă still had to learn a few things about him.

“You should eat, Mrs. Barnes, we have to be at your brother’s house in half an hour”

Bucky was the least happy about working with Tony Stark, he supposed they could have been friends in another circumstances but he hurt his sister, if Natasha would ever did the same to Becca, Bucky would never forgive her.

Thor drove them to Stark’s mansion and Bucky hated how at ease his wife was there, that wasn’t her home, not anymore.

Russo and Castle were waiting besides Stark who hugged his wife and kissed her cheeks, taking her away from Bucky, leaving him scowling beside Steve and Sam.

“You look like you drank your weight in alcohol, Billy” she giggled and Bucky’s heartache increased, when was the last time he made her laugh? He couldn’t remember.

“Are you trying to tell me something, topolina?” Russo inquired with an offended look while they walked to Stark’s office.

“Yes, she means you look like shit Bill” Castle answered before his wife could and they all laughed but Russo and Bucky, Sam and Steve were too busy talking with Thor to notice. He watched as they took her inside the house bringing back her sweet personality, all the love she felt for them that made him mad watching the “proof” of her betrayal slapping him in the face once again.

Maybe Hydra staged all that but it was his fault, his own insecurities and ghosts were what made her hate him and he couldn’t see the way out of the mess he created, not when the scars that piece of shit gave her in his murder attempt were visible every time Bucky could see her arms.

“Are you ok Buck?” Sam asked quietly, his gaze following Bucky’s, his dragă was smiling at Pepper and Tony, touching her sister in law’s bump. He might never get that with her and if it wasn’t with her- Bucky knew it now, if it wasn’t her, it was no one.

“I’m fine, let’s go”

Pierce had endless resources, deals with powerful people, enough money to buy himself a kingdom, lots of people who would kill for him without hesitation but with all that, he had an Aquiles heel.

“We know he feels like he already won the reelection for Mayor but I’m not so sure” Bells projected a picture of a handsome man dark hair. He had a kind smile and even the red sunglasses didn’t disminished his likable aura “Matthew Michael Murdock was born and raised in Hell’s kitchen, he graduated Columbia with honors with his best friend, Franklin Nelson, the current District Attorney and he was a champion of the people as a lawyer in his neighborhood despite he had multiple chances to work for a big firm, all of that changed when his soon to be wife, Karen Page, got in the way of Wilson Fisk”

Billy raised his hand as if he was in a classroom.

“Why does this sound like someone talking about their crush and how this helps us?” next to him, Maria hit him in the head and he yelped “I’m just saying!”

“She has a point, you would know it if you let Bells finish” his sister smiled at her friend “please go on topolina.

“Thanks Maria, you’re right as always” Bells winked at her and Maria blow her a kiss “Murdock it’s going to help us beat Pierce in the legal side and meanwhile dear Karen would help us convince him to let us give his campaign a hand” there was a mischievous grin in her face that Bucky had never seen before and it took everything in Bells to look away from him.

Pepper then cleared her throat and Bells took her seat, everyone looking at the ginger.

“Since Fisk got killed in jail, Miss Page got out of witness protection and Mr. Murdock reinforced his fight against the system from the political side” Bells helped her showing reports of Murdock’s popularity, his good press, all the people that supported him “we are going to destroy Pierce taking everything from him. Natasha and Yelena are working with Wanda and Maria to take more territory from him, Madani and Torres keep going after his most powerful lieutenants just like we talked about the last meeting.”

The map in the screen showed the comparison of the before and after, all the east side of the city that once was Pierce’s now it was all theirs, there were still parts resisting the change, it would have been quicker if the group didn’t tried to make the transition the less bloody as possible.

It wasn’t about power, even if it was what their line of work demanded, it was about revenge.

Pierce took something irreplaceable from each one of them, it would be only fair they’d leave him with nothing.

This time Bucky catched Bells eye and refused to let her go.

If not for Pierce, maybe they still would been together but maybe not, Bells was so afraid to tell him the truth about who she really was when Tony found her and it just added to the impending disaster they were, they would been living a lie, she would have been just the mistress, the toy on turn for someone that didn’t loved her.

Bells had to remind herself she didn’t need Bucky, she couldn’t, not after being the target of his cruelness, she couldn’t wash the memory of him fucking Jenna on his desk after telling Bells he loved her hours before.

She knew the truth now, she couldn’t forgive him, not when Bells’ heart was still aching for Bucky’s betrayal, for his lack of faith in her, for his lack of love towards her.

On the other side, Bucky was proud of her, his dragă was born to rule at his side and he didn’t care if he had to hunt Alexander Pierce himself, he would do anything to do this right.

If the murder of his father taught him something, it was that he wouldn’t fix anything feeling sorry for himself, Bucky had all the chances in the world to make amends and he would pay for every mistake with the blood of their enemies.

Tag list: learisa blackhawkfanatic queerqueenlynn calwitch pono-pura-vida

Hiya! This took me so long but it was only because I was stressing myself about it, then I decided to do whatever felt right and here we are! Also the nicknames I used here:

dragă: sweetheart.

topolina: little mouse.

Let me know what you think.

Love, Lily.

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x female reader #bucky barnes x y/n #bucky barnes fluff #bucky barnes x f!reader #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes x curvy!reader #mob!bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes angst

[anadelaney79]

Sorry

Pairing: Syverson x Reader

Words: 1900

Warnings: Masturbation. Fingering. Cursing. Sex (p in v). I don't know what else, I'm really bad at warnings.

A/N: This is my first time writing Syverson and I feel really insecure about it, but I enjoyed doing it very much so, that's all that matters, right? As usual, I'm really sorry about all the spelling mistakes, as english is not my main language.

Title: Sorry

You walk downstairs barefoot and throw your shoes on the floor as soon as you reach the living room. Sy is sitting on the couch, staring at the screen, legs wide open, his elbows resting on his knees, his hands frantically clenching the buttons on the joystick. "Mike! don't get distracted! We just lost.." he tells to his son, visibly upset. Right at that moment, your son turns to look at you and opens his mouth in surprise. "Mom! You look beautiful!". Sy turns to you too and his gaze meets yours. His jaw clenches and his eyes trail down your body from your face, down your neck, your breasts, and stops at the slit in your dress. He tosses the joystick aside and a deep sigh rumbled in his chest. "That dress? Really?", he tells you, standing up.

You are wearing his favourite dress, but you don't look at him. You are still angry. Very angry. That's why you are wearing that dress.

You bend down to put on one of your sandals, taking special care that your cleavage is exposed to him.

"Dinner's in the fridge, you just have to heat it up." You say as you begin to put on the other shoe. Sy grabs you by the waist, preventing you from losing your balance. The mere contact of his huge hands on your body forces you to close your eyes, to control those impulses that tells you to kiss him furiously and forget about everything.

Not this time. This time he acted like a jerk. Well, maybe not that much, but you're really mad, and you don't want to give in.

You straighten up and remove his hand from your body. "Thanks, I'm fine" you say, with the firmest voice you can find inside your chest.

"Come on, sugar, don't be so hard on me" he whispers, lowering his head to look you in the eyes. His fingers gently caress your jaw and you close your eyelids. The horn of your friends' car sounds outside and you come back to reality, forcing yourself to get out of there.

"I'll be back late. Don't wait up for me. Mike, remember to brush your teeth" you tell your son as you grab your bag and open the front door. You walk through the doorway feeling Sy's eyes burning on your back, but you don't turn around.

"No kiss goodbye? It usually takes about 10 minutes for you two to get your mouths off each other while I wait for you in the car" your friend tells you, laughing. "Start the car, I'll tell you on the way".

...

It's late, and the place is crowded, dark and very noisy. Too noisy. The colorful lights are hurting your eyes. You're not used to these kinds of places anymore. You approach to the bar and ask the bartender for a beer. "Beer? Honey, you can do better than that" he tells you, winking at you. He starts making a drink by mixing the content of some bottles that you would never know what they are. "Just give me a beer, I don't usually drink stuff like that" you tell him. "You should. You deserve to drink something that goes with you. You are too much for a simple beer." You roll your eyes and sigh. Shit. You don't feel like the bartender flirting with you. You don't feel like anyone flirting with you.

The thing is that you would like to be at home, in the comfort of your bed, with your head resting on Sy's chest, firm and warm, listening to his agitated breathing after making love to you.

You turn your head and search for your friend. You see her, still talking to a guy, laughing like there is not tomorrow.

"What's your name?" the bartender's voice brings you back to reality. "Look, I'll just ask you for a beer, I don't drink things like that and I don't want to start today" you tell him, forcing a smile. "Honey, try this and you'll see. It's my gift to you" he slides the drink looking at you, waiting for you to drink it. You doubt. You don't want to drink it. You do not feel like it. You told him several times that you didn't want it to. "You should learn that the best way to woo a woman is not to make her do something that she doesn't want to do" Sy's voice is heard over the music, above your head. "It's called respect, kid. Give me two beers." The bartender looks at him and looks at you, and you smile at him, shrugging.

However, you don't turn around. You feel Sy's warmth behind you, his back inches from yours. He rests his hands on the bar, caging you, like if he is marking that you are his and no one else's. You look at his hands, enormous, tightened on the wood of the bar. "Where is Mike?" you tell him. "He's at my parent's" he replies. "Why did you come?" you ask. "Because I'm sorry. And I don't know how to prove it to you", his voice is serious. "You don't have to prove it, you have to apologize, as simple as that" you tell him.

Sy rests his forearms on the bar, lowering his body so that his head is level with yours, and whispers in your ear "I'm really sorry".

You feel how your entire spine shakes, and he knows it. He straightens up again as the bartender slides your beers over without a word, looking at both of you as if he's afraid that Sy will hit him. "Thank you" you say as politely as you can, and that's when Sy's torso leans against your back. His hips press against your ass, making you feel his hard erection through the thick fabric of his jeans. "I miss you" he whispers again. "I miss you so fucking much", his voice is so depp that sounds almost animal.

You move your hips, pressing your butt a little more against his cock. "I miss you too" you reply. His lips go down to your neck and kiss your skin softly, shivering. He lowers his mouth to your bare shoulder, biting into it. "Fuck! Sy...", you tell him, and it's not because he hurt you, but because he knows exactly what his teeth on your skin do to you. "If you're going to wear that dress, you have to know that it has consequences, sugar".

You try to turn around, but his hand on your waist doesn't let you do it. "Stay like this" he commands you. One of his hands goes up your thigh, opening his way through the slit on your dress. His fingers slide through the thin fabric of your underwear, quickly sinking into your moisture. "Sy, not here…" you mutter, but you know you don't care. You know you want it. Better than that, you know you need it. "Ush.." is all he says as his fingers trace a circular rhythm over your clit.

You look around. Nobody is watching: there is not enough space for anyone to see what Sy is doing to you there, in front of everyone. You look like a couple that is just waiting for their drinks. "Do you mind if I apologize like this?", he lets out the words between his teeth, very close to your ear, continuing to massage your clit as he only knows how to do it. As you like. As you need. His fingers move from your clitoris, then sliding inside you, then stroking in circles again that wet and excited spot of your body. His tongue tangles in your earlobe, and you feel a wave of pleasure going through you. "Sy, I'm about to… I'm so close..." you try to explain, your breath chopping the words. You can't finish the sentence. An orgasm runs through your entire body, making you tremble all over.

With your orgasm still reverberating through your body, one of Sy's hands comes down and you feel him lift your dress from behind. "Sy, what the…?" His erection pushes and slides between your folds with a simple thrust. "No one will know. I'll be quick, don't worry. I couldn't last long even if I wanted to" he chuckles. He moves smoothly, as he grunts and groans and lets out a few unintelligible curses in your ear, just for you to hear. You tighten your fingers on the bar and look around once more. There is a guy talking to his girlfriend next to you, turning his back on you. On the other side, a group of men tries to talk to a group of women, laughing and yelling. Everyone is too busy doing their thing to notice anything that you both are doing.

The music vibrates around you as you feel Sy's thrusts slowly filling you up. He barely moves his hips, but he reaches deep into your womb over and over again. His hand returns to your crotch, massaging your clit. "I'll make you come with me" he swears, and you know that when Sy makes a promise, he keeps it.

The whole situation turns you on to a level you didn't know existed. Everything starts to spin around you, as if it was dancing to the music. Your legs can hardly support you, immersed in a huge tremor. "Got you" he says as his grip around your waist tightens. "How the fuck... can you be so hot… I love you babe… I want to fuck you forever... in every posible way... I don't think I can ever get enough of you… I want to fill you with my cum..." he says between breaths and moans, as you squeeze around his cock rhythmically, contracting for him, giving him another of your orgasms. "That's it, that's it baby..." he whisper. You rest the back of your head on his chest, and he lowers his to kiss your exposed and vulnerable neck. His fingers tighten around your waist and as his teeth clench fiercely in the curve of your neck he releases himself inside of you, filling you completely with his thick, hot cum.

As he tries to catch his breath, he rests his chin on your neck, occasionally kissing it softly. "That will leave a mark" you tell him. "I know. But don't worry, sugar, it's legal if your husband made it" he replies, and you know he's smiling.

"Did the bartender serve you yet?" asks a boy who has just arrived at the bar. Still inside of you, Sy turns to look at him, and answers "Oh, yes. He's a very kind boy, you don't know how much he helped us."

#syverson x reader #syverson fic #syverson fanfiction #henry cavill smut #syverson smut

[augenblicklich-lila]

cod incorrect quotes #8

I went through old stuff I wrote and found a cute one-shot I wrote for Tim Drake (Red Robin) that never got to see the light of day and I lowkey feel bad for it. At the same time, it's from 2018 and I feel unsure about publishing it. I just don't write much anymore and it makes me big sad. I am trying to be nicer to myself about writing though. Love y'all ♡

the usual jazz, mainly Y/N/Reader stuff, platonic and romantic. A sprinkle of Soapghost & Alerudy ♡♡♡

- Lila

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Y/N: Ghost has never seen Star Wars? Soap, the only people in the universe who haven’t seen Star Wars are the characters in Star Wars and that’s cause they lived them, Soap! That’s cause they lived the Star Wars!

Alejandro: I dare you- Gaz: Y/N is not allowed to accept dares anymore. Rodolfo: Why not? Y/N: "I have no regard for my own or others' personal safety", as some coughs PRICEANDGHOST coughs would say.

König: I woke up and chose VIOLENCE. I WILL COMMIT ARSON AND BURN EVERYTHING TO THE GROUND!!! I AM ANGRY- Y/N: Awwww, you’re so adorable! Give me a hug~ König: Wh-What? nO, yOURE SUPPOSED TO BE SCARED OF ME! TREMBLE BEFORE MY WRATH- Soap, recording: This is so cute. (if we're real, this is also all of us with Ghost lmao)

Y/N: I like to think of myself as a semi-responsible adult here. Gaz: König is 70% of your impulse control and you know this Y/N. König: I feel like Y/N is the more responsible one of us two though. Y/N: We are both 70% of each other's impulse control. König: Just two lil beasts in pinwheel hats spinning on the merry-go-round at dangerous velocities, holding each other’s hands so the other doesn’t fall off.

Rodolfo: Alejandro! What did I tell you about lying? Alejandro, looking down: …That it only works on Graves.

Y/N: When Gaz has daiquiris he gets really into how beautiful he is. Gaz: Hey, I dare you guys to dare us to make out. Rodolfo: Hey Gaz, you know that’s a mirror, right? (fair enough honestly ¯\_(ツ)_/¯)

Ghost: I know you’re deflecting by making jokes about how hot you are. Y/N: It’s not a joke. Y/N: sniffles Y/N: I’m a legit snack.

Ghost: Adults are the most insanely stupid people I have the displeasure of interacting with. Y/N, referring to themself and Soap: Even us?Ghost: Especially you guys. Soap: Y/N: Soap: Petition to kick Ghost out so he stops insulting us. Y/N: Seconded.

Y/N: Ghost doesn’t deserve you. Y/N: If he doesn't treat you right by now, you're gone. Soap: I'm gone. Y/N: Now go chop his dick off.

Ghost: Where are my fucking keys? Soap: Ghost, Y/N is around, can you say it a little nicer? Ghost: May I ascertain the whereabouts of my FUCKING KEYS?!

・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。..・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。..・。.✭・♛ 　 ∧＿∧ （｡･ω･｡)つ━☆・*。 ⊂　　 ノ 　　　・゜+. しーＪ　　　°。+ *´¨) “Hie thee home, little wanderer.”

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#cod #call of duty mw2 #cod mw2 2022 #cod incorrect quotes #incorrect quotes #call of duty x reader #simon ghost riley #john soap mactavish #captain john price #kyle gaz garrick #oc #x reader #alejandro vargas #rodolfo parra #könig cod #cod x reader #imagines #ghost x reader #soap x reader #price x reader #gaz x reader #alejandro x reader #rodolfo x reader #soapghost #ghostsoap #alerudy #y/n #my post

[eashn]

You’re an Idiot, Darling - Ch. 7

Rating: Explicit (18+ only) | Mando x Reader

series masterlist | AO3 Link

Word count: 1.5k 

Summary: The Mandalorian needed you to fix the Crest, but then, he went and got stabbed. Now, he needs you to fix him up, too.

WARNINGS for this chapter: descriptions of wounds/scarring, swearing, nakedness, a bit of spice, but mostly just fluff.

A/N - a big thank you to everyone that has read to this point in this series. This is something i’ve had in the works for a while, so I’m really really really thrilled that I’ve finally gotten to share it with you all <3 

Din didn’t understand it: the tender way you’d wrapped yourself around him that morning, mumbling a good morning into his neck as the sun peeked over the roofless hangar. 

Then, he didn’t understand the carelessness with which you finally rose—completely naked below the waist as you stretched your sore limbs, snapping at him to get the fuck off my floor, you dirty man, and take a shower. Pantsless, you’d shoved him all the way to your refresher and promptly left him unattended, mumbling something about breakfast. Half-hard, he’d half-hoped you were going to climb in with him. 

Then, he realized you’d left so he could remove his helmet. 

And that, right there, was probably the hardest thing for him to understand: your wordless recognition of the weight of his Creed and his principles. The fact that—while he remained bewildered—you understood him. You cared about him back. 

What if you throw everything away for me, and then realize that you shouldn’t have? Your words reverberated in his mind as he stood beneath the hot shower. Stars, you had gotten it so, irrevocably wrong. Because no matter what you believed, he knew he was the unworthy one. He was utterly undeserving of something soft and beautiful like you. As the scalding water poured over his aching muscles, he wondered what the hell he’d done to warrant any part of your clever, compassionate heart. 

For somehow, after all this time, you had seen right through his armor. You had stared, unflinchingly, at his raw core. And rather than shrinking away from the jagged edges you saw, you’d simply snatched up the most vulnerable parts, clasped them in your deft hands. 

You made the broken bits of him want to sing.  

He switched the water off, beginning to dry his hair with a cloth and reaching for where he’d left his helmet on the floor. But then, he paused. On impulse, he turned to the foggy mirror above your sink. And looking at his reflection in the eyes, Din Djarin made a promise to himself.

As difficult as it was, he wasn’t going to wallow in his self-doubt anymore—he was going to give you the openness that you’d earned. Because at the end of the day, look where hiding had gotten him. Lightyears apart from you, when he belonged in your arms. The next time he was in your arms, there was a thing or two Din wanted to do different. Undress you fully, for one: bed you like you deserved. But along with it, give you the everything he had promised you while your bodies and breaths were tangled together last night. 

Din wanted to hear his name on your tongue. He really, really did. 

Wrapping the cloth around his bare waist and sliding his helmet over his head, he walked out the door into your open hangar. 

“You won’t believe it,” you called as he approached, but then, you did a double take because was wearing nothing but a towel and his helmet as he prowled over to you. Your thoughts sort of vanished, and your mouth was watering a little at the sight of his golden-brown skin in the morning light. 

“Believe what?” he asked. 

“Uh.” You coughed. “Right. Um. Well, I think in our haste to get away from Mr. Rodian and company, I dropped my rucksack of parts on some roof somewhere.” You looked guiltily at him. “I’ve taken a look at the Crest, and…we might have a problem, Mando.”

You watched his shoulders sag as he realized. “You don’t have the parts to fix her,” he said. You shook your head. 

“But I can go back to the junkyard,” you assured. “There’s more than enough stuff lying around there that I could—”

“No,” he said suddenly. You started. 

“No?” you repeated. “But Mando, I can’t do anything unless I’ve got the scraps to…” Mando, however, seemed to not be listening. All at once, he’d brought a hand to brace against his helmet, cradling it, as if he were massaging his temples. Frustratedly, he shook his head. 

“What?” you demanded, going tense. “What’s going on?” 

His visor dipped apologetically as he looked at you. 

“If their leader tracked us all the way to your hangar, then…this might not be over, cyare. They know who you are now. They know where to find you.” 

The revelation hit you like a ton of bricks. 

“They’ll keep coming,” you breathed. Mando gave a heavy sigh, nodding. 

You looked at him, then. He was quite a sight like this: half-naked, the towel draped low across his waist. Standing shamelessly in the open space of your hanger with his hands resting on his hips. The morning light streamed in through the roofless walls, catching on the surface of his helmet and casting it in gold. His skin glowed beneath the warm light, and you couldn’t help but recall how he’d looked in yesterday’s sunset—sauntering toward you from across the junkyard. 

Yesterday felt like eons ago. 

“There’s always something, huh,” you said, approaching him. For it seemed like there was always something in the way—another obstacle to keep you from a moment of peace and quiet to yourselves. 

“Always,” he muttered. “This…is not how I wanted this morning to go.”

“Yeah?” Your voice dropped a register with the word. You took another step toward him. “What did you have in mind?”

Mando watched you silently. And then, he replied with a forward step of his own, and you both met in the middle. He glanced down. 

“Hm, can’t now,” he murmured. “You put your pants back on.” 

You crossed your arms over your chest, smirking up at him. “So, what’s our plan then?” you asked, turning back to the Razor Crest. 

You hadn’t noticed in the dark that smoke was rising from her engines—nor the fact that her hull sported a brand-new scar from a laser blast. That’s two scars between the two of them, you thought, gazing at Mando’s torso from the corner of your eye as he approached. The flesh was swollen and raised where you’d closed it up with the cauterizer: just a fresh mark in the tapestry already carved into his skin. 

“I don’t know,” he replied. “But I don’t think you should stay here.”

“What—but, Mando, this is my home. Where else do I have to go?” 

“Well, you could always…stay with us,” he said quietly. 

You turned to him. 

“With you?” you whispered. “On the Crest?”

“Only for a while,” he said. “Till things blow over. We can land somewhere safe—somewhere you can find what you need to make the repairs. And we’ll wait it out there.” 

For a moment, you were quiet. 

It was…a lot. Last night in itself had you reeling—questioning the things you’d made yourself believe for months on end. Mando wanted you. Mando cared about you, too. Then, Mando almost died, and then, you were in his arms, and then, this, and then, that, and then…

After all this time, you’d realized: you and him were similar in more ways than you’d thought. You were both tired, persistent people—doggedly racing through the grim paths life had laid in front of you. Neither of you really got the chance to pause, or think, or breathe much; you had to keep moving. Keep running. Keep fighting. Which essentially meant you were both exceptionally good at keeping your feelings at bay. 

But now, you had finally stopped hiding from each other. 

So, what was left to be scared of? What was stopping you from embarking on another journey—another reckless adventure—with him and his little green kid? 

“Do you have a place in mind?” he asked. “Somewhere Outer Rim would be the safest bet.” 

Outer Rim, you thought, racking your brain. Somewhere close enough that the ship could make it there in this state. And somewhere the Guild wouldn’t find us—where we’d be lost in the crowd. Suddenly, it hit you. 

“Tatooine.”

He hummed. “That’s perfect. There are enough bounties to catch in that skughole already—no one would be looking for us.” 

You nodded in agreement. “And I know a great mechanic out there.” You smiled at the thought of your old friend: the brilliant, feisty old woman who’d taught you so much of what you knew. “She’ll have the parts we need to fix the Crest.”

“I’ll let you gather your belongings,” Mando said. “But, wait—before you go.”

He reached out grabbing your arm. His fingers looped all the way around your bicep as he asked, “Where’s my armor? And the rest of my clothes?”

Oh, you smirked internally. 

You looked innocently up at him. But you figured he probably saw the malicious glint in your eyes. “No idea,” you lied. 

“Cyar’ika,” he growled, fingers tightening around your arm. “Do you think I’m an idiot?” 

You reached for the towel at his waist. Gripping the edge of it, you tugged his hips closer to yours. 

“Yeah, Mando,” you replied. And you grinned viciously up at him as you let the garment fall away. He was already at half-mast beneath your fingers. “I think you are.”

END.

again, a big, big THANK YOU FOR READING!!! The ending suggests that this might not be the last time we see these two idiots, huh? Maybe not. 

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Okay, I haven't seen any headcannon writer doing something like this before, so I thought I'd give it a shot myself.

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- Picturing his age as probably 50's? 60's? You know, dilf ace 🥸🤚

- Taken as Female s/o

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○ Ahh yes, Fire Fist Ace. One of the most feared pirates overseas. Nothing can control his overwhelming presence. Nothing can tame his wild impulsive outbursts towards his enemies. Nothing can stop his blazing fists from destroying fleets and overpowering opponents.

● Nothing, but this moment...

"Dear, the baby isn't born yet..." *deadpans*...

*sniffle* "I-I... I just can't help it-!" *sniffle*

○ Oh shoot. This softy would probably start wailing before the baby even does. He can't believe he's finally reached this point, finally holding his first granddaughter.

"Little firefly is here. She's here!!" He would shake in happiness.

● Even as an old man, Ace is hella strong and agile. He would zap like a lightning bolt to every room, simba-holding the baby with a goofy grin on his face.

"PEOPLE!! DROP EVERYTHING AND MEET BABY FIREFLY!!!"

○ Definitely hosting a grand party for the occasion, and would stay by his wife (you) and son/daughter's side the whole time, constantly thanking them for this precious treasure, and this beautiful opportunity to be a grandfather.

● And dang! Try to even touch the baby after Ace holds her for the first time! This dilf would cling onto her for dear life!!

"Ace, let them have a chan--"

"But her and I haven't spent enough time yet! Isn't that right my beautiful fireflyyyyyy~~~~ Aren't you so cuuuttteeee-!!"

○ Drinking games and spontanous toasts will definitely be on the table, and too much alcohol will get everyone wild and reckless. Aged Pinapple Marco would probably have to drag a Hip-Dancing Grandad Ace from over the buffet table before things get seriously outta hand.

● Later when the party slightly chills down, Ace walks you to a comfy balcony where the loud cheering can be heard in faded noises. You gaze at the shimmering lights above, admiring their structured constellations and their perfect alignment with the glorious moon. Ace's eyes are fixed on you, an endearing stare admiring you from head to toe. Even as you both grew in age - as old adults. To him, you were still the most beautiful woman in the world, and he's more than proud to call himself the luckiest man alive.

"Arigato." (Thank you)

"Hm?"

His smile widens.

"I can't ever thank you enough... for this."

You give him a confused look.

"What do you mean?"

"Y/n." He blurts out almost immediately, a sense of nostalgia lacing his tone. You listen intently.

"It's all because of you, Y/n. When I thought I wasn't deserving of love, you came into my picture and filled that vulnerable hole in my heart. You've given me the one thing I've been searching for my entire life."

He cups your face lightly, his hands never failing to leave those lingering butterflies in your stomach.

"You've given me love, care, appreciation-" he pauses, placing his forehead on yours.

"You've given me a dream, a chance, a family... a home..." his lips brush against yours, words sinking deep into your soul, tears daring to slip down your cheeks. You don't know how he still manages to make your heart race again, to make you feel young again, to make you fall inlove with him all over again.

With a quick hum, he closes the gap between you two. Noting his careful, yet passionate way his lips were communicating to you, you couldn't hold back your idiotic grin any longer. You loved him, and he loved you. And you both have no regrets.

Taking Akainu's hit for him back in the day, that's when Ace's true feelings surfaced through. His worried screams, his muffled words. You have no idea what even happened that day. You could've died, but then again... Karma chose mercy.

"Y/n."

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"You've given me a reason to live."

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[finniestoncrane]

Hi this is my first time requesting,

Could I request no. 9 from the event?

I'm a really short nonbinary artist from the northeast coast of the US, I like the cold and my favorite holiday is Halloween, my favorite season is Autumn and I like crows.

I have pretty bad anxiety and gender dysphoria, I stay in my house most of the time, and my favorite color is green, but I also like purple and orange. I can be chaotic at points but recently I've had to chill out because of some stuff I went through, and I like swimming.

I like technology and science, and I'm impulsive at points, most of the time I rely on my instincts and knowledge, I act like a dumbass but I have moments of genius.

One of my favorite things to do on Halloween is to pretend I'm a decoration and scare Trick-or-Treaters, it's some of the most fun I tend to have.

Bright lights tend to annoy me, and I bring an umbrella with me whenever I go outside when the sun is out because I burn easily. I also collect pins and bells, mostly pins though.

I can play piano and I've been trying to learn the violin, music is something that I've always loved ever since I was a little kid. At this point it helps me get up in the mornings and has become a requirement to my routines.

My art tends to lean in a sort of cute-yet-terrifying direction, but I do like drawing monsters. My creativity is what drives me for the most part, the other being spite towards my horrible mother to be successful when she didn't believe I could be.

🎀 No.9: Ever Fallen In Love With Someone 🎀

tell me a little bit about yourself and i'll give you a rogue pairing a/n: mmm i am giving you one of my top picks for myself, i hope he's right for you!! 1k milestone info! 🔞minors dni🔞 • kofi • tag: finnie1k

ok yeah halloween, autumn and crows. i was definitely giving you a scarecrow, but this one is perfect for you

he's a homebody, except for when he's teaching or he's out committing crimes. he'd like nothing more than to relax at home with you

any issues you have, past or present, he's so happy to talk through them with you. his degree makes him super helpful with that kind of thing. a chance to put it into practice for someone who deserves it and can utilise it would be wonderful

he relies heavily on his knowledge for most things, especially his crimes. instinct plays a part in that he supposes, but someone who is willing to learn and retain would be after his own heart

an opportunity to do some scaring without it needing to be related to crime would be so relaxing for him, terror for pure enjoyment is something he would cherish, so terrorising the neighbourhood with you? absolutely perfect bonding activity

he's a bit of a shadow, preferring darkness to the light. he'd rather read with a dim overhead or by candlelight for the aesthetics (and also to save on the electric bill)

ah, someone with creative talents would bring so much joy to his life. some haunting, but beautiful music to score his days? he'd treasure that so much, and it would add wonderfully to the ambience he's trying to cultivate for himself. you can play while he reads and offer him some peaceful background noise. he'd encourage you to pursue your talents also, enthusiastically! he'd watch you practice, provide you some feedback, and he'd be in the front row if you ever played somewhere

he'd cover the walls in your art, truly. and he'd probably encourage you to help him design his costumes or his scares. an artistic rendition of what he's trying to achieve would make it easier to explain it to his strawmen, who are a bit less intellectual than he is

and he would understand the spite very well. everything he does is in the name of spite against his childhood bullies, his colleagues at the university. although he does also do things for money to buy books and to spoil you. but he would believe wholeheartedly that you were brilliant and wonderful and deserving of someone to tell you that every day

#finnie1k #finnie writes

[house-of-slayterr]

Zsasz Family Headcannons:

An: I’ve had a very long, but good day, so I don’t want to write full fics rn. But I can’t just not post today that’s lame lol. More Hannibal family to come soon, and I might start a new Lost Boys series, I haven’t decided yet.

Tag: @keffirinne @flaysthings @howl-fantasies

Victor:

Big old fucking softie!!! SOFTIE ALERT!!!

Like he’s not as hard as he thinks he is

Boy listens to disco, ain’t nobody truly evil ever listen to disco! That would just be anti black of them. And if there is one thing Victor Zsasz isn’t, it’s a racist.

You’re telling me, despite not being a hero, this goober wouldn’t cut off a racists hands to prove a point? 👀 I mean think about it!!! Like he’s not gonna go around saving people, but he’s also not just going to let it slide if he sees it

Now, after that complement, he deserves a diss as well. Mother fuckers favourite ice-cream flavour is chocolate! Which is never the right answer!

Victor is an excellent dancer. Carmine totally made him take ballroom lessons as a young boy. And when he’s not at work, he’s taking Y/N out dancing! But we all know what activity that ends in 👀

Victor may think he’s invincible but he’s really not. He doesn’t know when enough and enough, but he will listen to those closet to him. If Maggie or V or Y/N begged him to take a day off and rest, he’d reluctantly do it. Victor doesn’t like feeling useless, so he wouldn’t like not working.

This applies mentally as well. He’s insane sure, but even is insane folk need a mental health day or moment sometimes. I think Vic may be physically unable to cry, but that doesn’t mean the feelings that cause tears don’t get to him. He fronts it all with rage and jokes, but I think no matter how duly, he does feel other emotions. I mean fucker loves Y/N with everything he has, he’s got a heart, he just needs to be taught how to use it.

I do think he would loose it if someone in his “family” died, I mean even with Falcone Victor went a little more off the rails then usual. But as we discussed in a previous headcannon, Victor SNAPS if his Y/N, his amazing wife, the love of his life, his soulmate, dies. And I don’t actually know if anyone, even the others could bring him back from that. Before Y/N, the thought that he’d one day fine someone to actually love him how he is, was what kept him going. Once he found that, he’s not letting it go for anything.

Back to a little more lighthearted. Victor does own colours… they’re just in his second closet. He has a work closet, and a regular closet. I still think he likes to keep it dark, but I can see him adding white, and royal, dark colours like reds, greens or purples. Just a little pop to make him feel special. And match whatever his beautiful wife is wearing, which he thinks she looks best in red (I wonder why🤨)

I think he enjoys being pampered. Both he and Basil are confident in their masculinity and don’t really let feminine things stop them. I mean neither man is one to let other people tell him what to do in the first place. They don’t care what anyone thinks about them. But I can see him taking Y/N or his girls to get mani pedis. He’d not get any colours, but he’d get his nails cleaned up and do a clear coat, or maybe a very subtle glitter. I mean man loves disco, a disco ball on his nails is the way to go!

Y/N:

She also tries to hide her feelings like Victor. But believe it or not, she’s not as convincing as she thinks she is. Even Jim has been able to pick up on some of her minor tells.

Y/N is a control freak. She doesn’t like deviating from the plan, and takes things like being on time very seriously. The only time she ever breaks script is if she’s horny, or caught up in another emotion. I think she actually feels her emotions too intensely. Her impulse control is strong, but as a learned trait. But if she’s truly caught off guard by an emotion, she’ll give into whatever urge that spurs up in here. Sad, run away. Happy, be vocal about it. Angry, kill. Horny, fuck her husband until he forgets any name other than hers.

This is why I think she was so quick to adopt that motherly role. She never wanted to be a mom, it wasn’t something she planned. But I’m the cases of Basil and Maggie, she was overrun by an emotion. Maggie was curiosity, and Basil was greed. Even with little V it was pity when taking on the role of step mother.

Y/N, unlike her husband, is not afraid to take time off. In fact sometimes she does it just to see if Oswald will get upset. She still likes to know her schedule, but when she’s in charge of the change in plans, she’s less worried about it. Wether it’s time off just because she wants to, needs a mental health day, is too injured to work and needs time to heal, or one of her “kitty’s” needs mamas help. She will gladly take that time. (Selena and Brucie are included in her kitten litter, but obviously Maggie and Basil come first)

She cares a lot about appearance, and in tern her families appearance. She totally plans family spa days to make sure everyone is looking their best at all times. But hey, she doesn’t hear anyone complaining. She totally feels like a school field trip aid, trying to wrangle all her ducklings. He husband included, he usually needs the most wrangling.

Y/N may or may not have a teeny eeney addiction problem. She’s turned to drugs and alcohol I’m the past. Because miss girl does not know how to talk about her feelings, at least not before Maggie comes along. And she’s not that great of an influence about it at first either. She pressured Maggie into joining her for drinks and drugs before. But she probably took a long hard look in the mirror after that and realised that she shouldn’t drag people into her problem. I feel like despite still struggling with it, and not really in the headset to give it up yet, she’d probably flip if any of them started to turn out like her. Like a few drinks here and there are fun, but there probably an unspoken “no hard drugs allowed by anyone in this house or your loosing your hand privileges” rule. If she need a loophole around this (if she gave into the cravings to curve her pain) she proably say something dumb like “well I didn’t bring it into the house” she knows it doesn’t comfort anyone but it makes her feel better.

She’s never gonna be a hero, her and Victor like their lives as villains. Having the title of Gotham’s most feared couple. But especially if she grows closer to Bruce, she does genuinely want a better Gotham for her children. She doesn’t want anyone to have to go through all that she’s gone through. She pretends nothing can traumatise her anymore, but those first scars in her mind burn the brightest. She grows more cautious and carful with age, not haphazardly throwing herself into danger anymore. She has proper plans in place if anything were to happen to her or Victor, she just doesn’t tell anyone about it. Can’t have them thinking she’s going soft or anything. And she does try to be a good example for her children in her own way. Sure, teaching your child the proper way to stab and disarm someone isn’t a traditional thing for a parent to pass down, but it’s practical. She’s teaching them how to survive, and hopefully thrive here in Gotham. It would kill her to see one of her little birdies shot down before her. Again, she doesn’t vocalise it though. Jim might not agree with everything she does, but she’s not a monster. She always does the “right thing”, but her version of right might just be a little different. But whatever she does, she does it with certainty and conviction. Her hearts in the right place, she just had things twisted for her from a young age.

Now while she might not vocalise her love for her family very often. She is a PROUD mama bear. Let me tell you. If any goon in Gotham is dumb enough to go after one of her kids… she will make it very known how much of a mistake that is. EVERYONE in Gotham knows very well that you don’t mess with Mama’s kids. But some of them are dumb enough to do it anyways. I could imagine when Jeremiah first joins the side of the villains, and goes after Bruce or V, she’ll give him a warning first. “You see that,” points to them “that right there is one of mine. And next time you put your grubby little hands on one of them, I will cut them off and shove them up your ass!” She doesn’t need to tell them she loves them, it more than shows in her actions.

She enjoys her dumb little domestic moments, just as much as she enjoys killing. Surprisingly, even though she doesn’t think so, she’s in her element in both.

Maggie:

I don’t think Maggie knows how to put herself first lol. Even in the beginning with Oswald, she compromised what she wanted for what she could have instead. Having Oswald as a friend was more important than her original plan. She’s willing to change her life at the drop of a hat, if it means making someone else happy. And when she does put herself first, she feels selfish and panics.

When Maggie loves, she loves intensely and she falls hard. And that’s in any kind of relationship, friends, family, lovers, even one night stands are full of passion with her. I don’t think she knows how to do anything casually. She wears her heart on her sleeve and sometimes it gets her hurt. But I think she falls in love more so with the idea of a person, instead of the person themselves. She ignores so many red flags because of this, because she craves the attention and the warmth love gives her.

I haven’t mentioned it in a while, but Maggie does have her Bachelors in Botany. She is a professional at her job. Her little flower shop adventures aren’t just a means to an end job. She truly enjoys it and feels at home when surrounded by plants. I think she really likes nature in general. She really loves animals but I don’t think she would ever take a pet for herself. She thinks it’s best to admire from afar.

Maggie fully encourages V’s education. She’s the one that drops the girl off at school everyday, and picks her up from Bruce’s house at the end of her shift. Maggie is the one Victor would give custody’s too if anything happened to him, cause he knows V will be in good hands. I can see her staying up late and helping V with homework.

I think Maggie seeks great comfort in her family. She probably ‘borrows’ an item from of them because it smells like them. Like stealing Basil’s hoodies, Y/N’s dresses, V’s beanie or Victor’s knife holster. Sometimes she wishes she had something of Jim’s, but she’s not creepy like Vic and wouldn’t take something without him knowing.

V:

My girl is gay and she has it fucking bad. Of course, she doesn’t really know that’s what it is at first. She never expected her first ever crush to be on Selena Kyle. And Maggie is the one she’d go to to talk about it. Y/N and her dad aren’t going to be sensitive about it, and she’s a sensitive girl. Maggie helped her understand what she was feeling, and couched her on what to do next.

V is also really fucking smart. Like she’s constantly reading something new. Despite never having gone to a proper school, she was able to teach herself most things. Growing up on the streets of Gotham, you had to be smart. Anything less as an immediate death sentence. She probably used to break into the library and borrow their computers to learn more.

She doesn’t talk much unless provoked. She grew used to be all on her own, so it’s strange for her to grow used to this new full family. She never even expected her dad to except her, and now she had more family then she knew what to do with. But that’s not a bad thing, she can just be a little sheltered is all. Beside, what teen wants to talk about their feelings?

V sees violence for what it is. Violence born out of necessity and survival doesn’t bother her. But she’s not as crazy as her father. She tries to minimise the damage she does unless she’s deemed someone as “unsavable” in which case she won’t hesitate. Sure, maybe it’s playing god, but she’s got time to mellow out.

She’s also not immune to emotions, like at all. Poor girl is a raging hormonal mess. She lashes out, and screams until her lungs are dry. Normal teenage shit. Except normal I’m Gotham is normal everywhere else. She doesn’t feel guilt for killing out of survival, but she may express regret for killing out of anger. She doesn’t like being angry, or the things it makes her do.

She dreams of one day getting out of Gotham. Experiencing somewhere new, somewhere brighter. It’s what drives her everyday, knowing she’s working toward a better future for herself. She’ll weasel her way into Bruce’s private school so she can receive the best possible education. And by “weasels” I mean Y/N and Victor having a little “chat” with the principal. Victor thought her want to go to school was stupid, but Y/N supported it fully.

Basil:

Aromantic/Asexual, why, because I said so and we need more representation. I mean yes, there was love and reproduction on his planet, but even back then, he didn’t really understand it. Out of all of them, Basil is the one that genuinely does not feel him emotions. His are probably the most stunted. There’s not really a facade for him to drop, he doesn’t pretend to be anyone unless the mission directly calls for it.

I mean why would a perfectly stable (at least from an outside view) fine young gentlemen, give up his perfectly fine life in National City with his family, to go love with a Villain from Gotham? Of course, no one from National City knows that Y/N is like one of the top villains. But what they don’t know won’t hurt them. He grew sick of pretending back home with his sister, and while of course he would come running if his sisters life was in risk, he has no intentions of ever calling that place his home. Kara fit in, he didn’t. She loved it there, he didn’t. The choice was simplex

Perhaps that’s why he took to Maggie so fast. Replace one older sister with another. And Maggie was much more “down to earth” both literally and figuratively. Kara was naive and lived with her head in the clouds, Maggie has a little more reality ground into her. But some parts of her remind him of his sister, like her almost always cheerful persona, her willingness to help, and the way she’s the only one who can make him feel like a person. Maggie makes him feel human, which at first scared him, but the longer he spent around her, the slightly less disdain he had for their kind. Maggie makes him see the good in humanity; but it a way that was less Disney Princess than Kara. Maggie’s optimism was palatable and contagious.

His relationship with Y/N isn’t the healthiest one. It borders on almost Stock Holm syndrome at first. He blindly fallows orders and would do anything without question. He respects her greatly; as she was the first person to make him feel something other than boredom for the first time in his life. She made life exciting and he craved that little bit of adrenaline he was capable of experiencing. Y/N is sort of like an addiction. But it mellows out as he grows more in touch with his emotions, and their relationship becomes a little less formal.

I’ve stated it before, but Basil doesn’t really get along that well with Vic. He’s indifferent to most people, but he actually dislikes Victor and Jim. Why you might ask? Because they’re going after his girls. Yes HIS girls, that is how he sees them. It’s not jealousy though, there’s nothing to be jealous of. He simply doesn’t think they’re good enough. Victor is unpredictable, brash and reactive, often times getting Y/N hurt either emotionally or physically. Basil also thinks Victor to be stupid (which he is not, Victor just doesn’t really share his knowledge with anyone. He liked being seen as the goofy assassin) Basil once tried to kill Victor when Y/N got seriously hurt (of course Victor wasn’t taking it lightly either, he was probably pissed at himself already) and only Y/N herself was able to stop him. Since then he can be Civil for her sake, but he wouldn’t hesitate to kill Victor the second something he did for her killed.

Basil is also capable of being Civil with Jim. I mean he was able to convince Oliver Queen that he was a friend, how hard would it be to feign an acquaintanceship with the cop? But unlike with Victor where he’s more likely to give the man the silent treatment, he is vocal when Jim does something he doesn’t approve of. Y/N is grown, she can protect herself, but despite Maggie being almost three years older than him, he most definitely views her like a child. And he’s seen first hand how fragile she is. He doesn’t appreciate the Detective playing with Maggie’s emotions. Y/N probably had to remind him sometimes that Maggie is infact a big girl and can handle herself. But even she babies the girl sometimes, so who is she to judge. Maggie’s fiercely overprotective of the two of them.

Now when V comes along… oh dear god. My boy is a MESS. That’s a child! That’s a literal CHILD!!!! His own little sister 🥺. If Maggie thought he was overbearing with her, Lord did she underestimate him. He is fucking putty in V’s hands. Anything the girl wants, she gets. He can’t say no to her. I mean do you blame him? She bats her eyes and his brain just shuts off. He doesn’t like touch much, but Maggie and V are the only two he seeks that sort of comfort with. Yeah, Y/N is allowed to touch him, but that’s not really the nature of their relationship. Maggie almost always initiates touch with him. But with V, he just picks her up all the time. He keeps her close whenever he can cause he likes having her around.

Basil cares as little about Oliver’s team as he does about his sisters team in the DEO. He’ll come if they really need him, but his top priority is protecting immediate family. Sure would Maggie be devastated if he let Oliver or Thea die? Of course, but that didn’t matter, because she would be safe, and he could be there to console her. He tries not to have to visit National city or Star City much because faking all the time got tiring.

I don’t think this man has ever actually smiled in his entire life. Yeah he can be a cocky shit, and besides a frown, a smirk is the only other thing that’s graces his face. But he doesn’t smile. Now that doesn’t mean he’s not happy; he just doesn’t know hot to convey that. But his happiness is reserved for family, and they’re able to read him just fine.

Uncle Harvey:

Totally doesn’t accidentally blame himself for Y/N addiction problem. He was supposed to be the one “good” constant in her life. He arrested the girl enough times, that she began to jokingly refer to him as “Uncle Harvey” and that’s sort of how their relationship went. He was willing to turn the other way on somethings as long as she never took things too far. The couple of times she’d shown up at his apartment and needed a place to stay, sure he was always nice to her, but there were always empty bottles around. I’m pretty sure it’s cannon in show he has an alcohol problem. Harvey wasn’t a saint, but he at least tried to help Gotham.

I high key get Dad vibes from him. I think Harvey originally wanted children, but something went wrong for him. The way he looked at Scottie in that one episode, I could just tell he wanted to start a family with her. And he grew Bitter and pessimistic after things fell apart and he fell more into his bad habits. Probably convincing himself he didn’t deserve that family he had in his head anymore. So when Maggie came around and actually wanted to spend time with him, he was annoyed at first. But it grew on him. And he saw the same thing in Jim when he looked at Bruce and Selena. He’s got his own little unconventional family now. Jim, his partner in crime, Y/N, Maggie and Bruce. He doesn’t really interact with V or Basil much, and he avoid Victor at all costs! Selena isn’t much of a fan of his either. But he already has his hands full.

Harvey shows up when things are important. Maggie’s goes back to school and is graduating? He’ll be there. Y/N is having a mental breakdown and has no one else to turn to, he’s all ears. Bruce throws one of his Gala’s Harvey is always on time. He’s supportive when they’re doing well, and a little more lenient than Jim when they fuck up. A few slaps on the wrist never hurt anybody right? Harvey wasn’t perfect, why should he expect them to be? He’s been in Gotham longer than the Young Detective and doesn’t have his same blind optimism. He understands there can never be no crime in Gotham City, that’s simply not how things work.

An: yea I included Harvey, I love him and I don’t include him enough in stuff. So deal with it 😈

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#last night i had a dream a about namjoon n like i’ve dreamed about him before but it’s rare it’s so detailed like this so i want to write #it down here bc i wanna talk about it & also so i can go back to read it bc ............. i love dreaming about him it’s such a lucky #privilege n happy dreams are refreshing for the soul #also just thinking about it literally excites me like this dream is really all i could want !! ok i’m wasting tag space so let me tell the #story: my family n i lived in this large boarding house right on the shore n many other strangers lived there including namjoon but in the #dream he was my age so 19. and we met n of course for me i’m enamored immediately n unrealistically he liked me back n was very flirty so #and he was constantly smiling so you could see his dimple lines he just lived there by himself n wasnt an idol so ig without his dream to #rap he really isn’t the same person i love irl but otherwise the same so anyway ! #the tide was coming in but not storm like or anything but i was like ‘i have to swim ! or else i’ll die !’ #n it was like sunset so n i had been dying to swim all day so i ran out towards the tide n i grabbed namjoon n i was like ‘come with me!’ #but he had the same idea to rush out there n swim n so he just smiled n we ran n the water rushed around us we were up to our tiddies but #smiling like fools n the water was so warm n glisteny #n he just smiled the whole time ! there really is no better feeling it was so sweet i slept in just trying to make it last! #once before i had a dream we were in a baby blue convertible @ the beach and it was sunset then too #he was in the driver seat even tho really i would have to drive himwhich is ...... sexci. #maybe this is the prelude to that dream ............-?! okay i like dont even wanna think that !!! bc !!!!!!!!!!! #like the actual thought is so unreachable but i’m acc sad #but i really want like a full story now lmao like .... as far as dreams it’s chance n i don’t wanna take too much time fantasizing #as dramatic as i sound like i really don’t desrve him in dreams either so i wanna clutch on to this dream it’s so perfect as good as it #gets! everything was so beautiful n impulsive it’s what he deserves! #namjoon #my love #namjoon dream. #i’ll never get over this ! #namjoon dream

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Take a Hike

Prompt: When Harry and Y/N take the baby for a hike and end up being followed by fans.

word count: 2.2 k

contains: language, sexual content

Harry was furious. He just wanted to go on a hike  - like a normal family on a warm June day in a beautiful foreign country.

You were currently in Madrid - on Harry’s European leg of the tour.

While Harry had been doing press - you and Sasha had taken to the hotel pool where she could splash and enjoy the water all day.

It wasn’t without a eagle-eyed security guard who lurked in the background for shady characters and overzealous fans.

Fans - they wanted picture with you because you were Harry Styles’ wife. Not inherently famous on your own.

It was a bit odd, but you didn’t mind occasionally stopping to snap a pic with a excited fans. 

However, when you and Harry were out with the baby - it was completely off limits. Neither Harry nor you would stop for fans and paparazzi if you were toting around your little love.

She didn’t like the crowds and shouts that came along with swarms of people. She would slap her little hands over her ears, dig her face into her parent’s neck, and whimper.

Harry had always been protective of you when it came to these situations. One of the major downfalls of being so famous.

Harry had nearly gotten arrested when a clumsy pap had nearly push you over while you were eight months along. 

**

You and Harry had loaded up all the necessities for the five-mile hike on one of the trails right outside the city.

Sasha had a generous amount of sunscreen on and a little hat to protect her face. She refused to wear the sunglasses.

Harry had a pack for her - so you helped him load your two-year-old onto his back. He knew it was going to ache like a motherfucker but she was a bit too heavy for you. You opted for the backpack with everything in it.

The trail was semi-busy. Both of you donned sunglasses and hats to attempt to disguise yourselves a little bit.

Harry had even pulled on a hoodie - despite the heat - to cover his very recognizable tattoos.

You made it the two and a half miles in without any interruptions. 

Sasha falling asleep halfway through the trek with her cheek smushed against her father’s shoulder blade.

You snapped a few pictures in front of the waterfalls and beautiful rock structures. But you had decided not to wake your daughter from her nap.

You and Harry had taken an obligatory kissing selfie that would likely be your new Lock Screen. 

You both had made the mistake of taking off your sunglasses for the picture because you can hear muted whispers from other tourists.

“Is that fucking Harry Styles?”

“Yes. Oh my god! That’s his wife and baby!”

“Snap a video, Emilia!”

Harry’s noticeable tenses as he slides his sunglasses back onto his nose. Protective papa bear was in full-force around strangers who knew who he was.

The most important thing in Harry’s mind was his family’s safety.

“Let’s go, lovie,” Harry murmurs softly. His British accent surely giving him away if they heard it.

You nod anxiously - pointedly not making eye contact with the fans and small group that was gathering.

As you begin the journey back down the small mountain - you notice the group trailing behind you. Following you guys.

Jaw clenched, you want to scream at them to stop taking pictures of your sleeping baby. But you attempt to keep your cool.

It wasn’t more than ten teenage girls but it didn’t really matter who it was.

The girls are getting louder, more excited. When one of them squeals in joy of seeing her celebrity crush - who she had ticket for his concert tomorrow as did the rest of the group.

The noise startles the curly-haired baby on Harry’s back awake. She immediately starts crying - her hands coming to grip frantically in her fathers matching curls.

“Daddy,” Sasha sobs, grabbing at him as the girls keep snapping pictures and cooing.

Harry’s face is stone - attempting to keep his anger at bay. He was about to lose his shit and you couldn’t blame him.

He couldn’t always treat people with kindness.

“Down, want down,” she lisps, no longer wanting to be confined in her pack. It was also most likely time for a diaper change.

“Not right now, sweetheart. Please be good for mumma and I,” Harry rasps, reaching back to give her leg a comforting pat.

You look at your husband, “Please - let’s just try to make it out of here as soon as possible.”

Harry sighs, “I’m sorry, love.”

You brush his shoulder lightly, “it isn’t your fault people act this way. I just can’t stand when this happens around her.”

Harry’s slight smile from your reassurance turns into a glare when he realizes the nosy fans were trying to talk to his upset baby - who notably did not like strangers.

He’s quick to unstrap the toddler and shuffle her into your arms. You cradle her and turn you back away from the group. 

“Mumma, no cameras,” she whines, her words a little jumbled but you understood.

“I know, baby. Daddy’s going to take care of it,” you coo assuringly. Her fingers finding their way into her mouth to soothe her.

Harry slides her carrier off his shoulders and tosses it next to your feet. He’s trailing over to the jumpy, overly-excited fans.

“Listen,” he states firmly, speaking loudly over their giggles, “y’need to stop following us and takin’ pictures. You’re scaring our baby.”

They chatter a bit, begging from picture and then they promise they’ll leave us alone.

“Absolutely not,” Harry states, trying to stay level headed with these immature teens who adored him.

With that, he’s headed back to you guys. The girls shouting unflattering things at him like “asshole” and “douchebag.”

He decided to ignore it and quickly allows you to strap the baby back into her carrier. His eyes study your face to make sure you’re alright and you give him a calm smile, squeezing at his bicep.

—- 

The girls trailed off after a few more minutes of following us. Harry hummed and sang a few nursery rhymes to Sasha to keep her calm but she was still fussy.

Back the hotel, Sasha was freshly bathed and laid down for a nap in the second bedroom. A baby monitor sat on the bathroom countertop as you two showered off the sweat and dirt.

Harry was still upset about the incident so you decided upon a good cuddle in a warm shower. His cheek was rested in the top of you head and his arms holding you to his wet chest.

“Just want to be normal - for one fuckin’ day,” he huffs with frustration.

“We had a totally normal, fun hike. It wasn’t ruined, I promise. It’s our reality so they’re is no use in being upset about it.”

Harry loved how level-headed you were to balance out his irrational, impulsive feelings and actions.

“You’re t’good to me, I love you.”

“At the end of the day, I knew what I was signing up for when you and I got married. I also knew when we had Sasha that paparazzi would still hound you.”

“Didn’t sign up to be harassed constantly though. I just feel so bad about it sometimes. It scares Sasha and it makes me feel like a bad father.”

You knew he was about to throw himself into a downward spiral if you didn’t distract him. 

“You know what else I signed up for when I married you?” I murmur into his neck, letting my lips ghost over his hammering pulse.

“Wha’s that?” He asks genuinely, a little slow on the uptake because of how deep in thought he was.

“That you would fuck me whenever I wanted,” you nearly purr, landing a not-so-gentle nip to the vein protruding on his neck.

“Is tha’ right? Put a ring on your finger and now I gotta give you my cock whenever you please?” He grunts at your teeth pinching his sensitive skin.

It’s amazing how it takes little to no effort to get this man in the mood.

“Mmm, if you want to be a good, dutiful husband,” you taunt - knowing he’ll take the bait.

“Am I not a good husband, pet? I fuck you any chance you let me. Give it to you anytime time you wan’ it. You know that.”

His hand is tugging your thigh up roughly, making your centers align with delicious pressure as he slips right between your folds.

“Harry,” Y/N groans, your head falling down to watch where he’s teasingly grinding his cock against your entrance and clit.

“Want me t’put it in, love?” He drawls like he has all the time in the world. The water pelting on his back making him pink.

“Ple-please,” you choke out, nipples harden against his chest even in the warmth of the shower. Sensitive with every brush against his smooth pecs. 

“You know what else you signed up for when y’married me?” He asks, his voice as deep and smooth as honey.

“What?” I reply, whining each time he teases at pushing in.

“That when you beg for my prick - you’ll be a good girl and take it.” 

With that, he’s thrusting up into you with full force. His sharp hipbones meeting the plushy, soft skin of yours.

“Ooh, oh fuck,” Y/N gasps, wrapping an arm around his neck as he presses brushing marks into your thigh where he’s holding you for leverage.

“C’mon, you can take it,” your husband goads, relentlessly hitting the spot that send licks of flames of your spine.

Your legs are feeling weak with how hard he’s pounding into you. He is so intuned with your body that he moves his hands to you backside.

He lifts you up easily, your legs wrapped around his waist, and his presses you back into the cold tile wall. 

He was so fucking good. How’d you manage to marry him? Unexplainable. 

“Am I good husband? Fuck you well enough?” He hisses against your open mouth as you pant heavily.

“So so good, H. Best husband ever,” you whimper, welcoming the friction from his pelvis against your swollen bud.

“Sweet girl,” he murmurs happily, “I think you deserve to come”

You throw your head back as he speeds up, fingers reaching to flick at your nerves - just on the right side of painful.

It’s just what you needed to climax. He always somehow knew what you needed. His fingers are consistent as he lets you ride it out.

It is only a few more rough thrusts before he’s cursing and coming as well. His hand grasping harshly at your jaw to bring you into a searing kiss.

“Never gonna get sick of watchin’ you come on my cock,” he chuckles, carefully placing your feet back on the ground but keeping a tight hold of your hips.

You lean in to give him a quick but meaningful kiss before going about cleaning your body again after the mess you two created. 

It takes a little longer than necessarily due to you constantly having to bat his wandering hands away from your body.

—-

It dark out now, the city of Madrid illuminated through the large windows of the high-rise hotel.

Sasha was exhausted after the hike and full day at the pool - despite napping twice. She was always out like a light around eight-thirty

You were tightly tucked into Harry’s side, head resting on his shoulder. Your eyes becoming bleary from drowsiness. 

Your toddler was sprawled out on Harry’s chest, fast asleep with one of your husband’s large hands resting on her back. 

Harry was scrolling aimlessly through his phone when he chuckle softly, handing you his mobile to see what was on the screen.

It was a video-recording of an Instagram Live. 

The video forwarded by Jeff. The volume low to not disturb your daughter.

It was a teenager girl who looks unpleasantly familiar.

“Um - yeah. So we saw him and we were hiking freaking out. ‘Cause like we’re going to his concert tomorrow.”

Then girls eyes flick to the commenters to answer questions.

“He had his baby. His wife was there too.”

“No, so he was so unfriendly! He flipped out because we wanted an autograph!”

The girl was mimicking Harry’s thick accent, “when we asked for a picture - he legit said ‘absolutely not.’”

I shake my head at the girl’s antics, “how dare you not take a photo. You’re such a dick.” You tease.

Harry smirks, taking the phone back and tossing it on the cushion. His hand rubbing gentle circles on his sleepy baby.

“None of tha’ matters,” Harry says softly, “I don’t care what anybody but you thinks ‘bout me. At the end of the day, as long as I have you and the bab - I’ll be happy.”

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Kindness kills

Pairing: Hyunjae x reader 

Summary: A helping hand never hurt no one... right?!

Content warning: probably just jealousy

It was a beautiful day so you decided to invite all your closests friends for a lunch that was served with an amazing view of the ocean. You had set the hour for 1pm, it was now 12:30pm and you called your boyfriend to check his location.

------------call inicited------------

Hyunjae: Don’t worry I’m on my way.

Y/N: If you hadn’t a track record for being late everywhere I wouldn’t have to worry dummy.

Hyunjae: Well the dummy here is trying his best okay.

Y/N: I know, how would you live without me though?

Hyunjae: It’s simple I wouldn’t. Alright miss “always on time” I’m here you can come down. 

------------call ended------------

You locked everything and took the elevator to the first floor, where your boyfriend awaited parked infront of the main door of the building. You entered, pecked him on the cheek, signaling “hello”, he did the same to you and now you were both on the way to the beach. You missed your friends a lot, with school and work everyone was drowning in responsabilities and it was hard to get the whole group together but somehow today it worked out and you coulddn’t be happier. There’s one friend in specific, Hannah, that has been going through a hard time and you really want to be there for them, so many times you talk about doing something nice for them with Hyunjae so he can brainstorm and give you more to work with. 

Once you both arrived you entered the restaurant and sent a warning to everyone on the groupchat that said “feel free to enter once you get here, we’re waiting inside :D”. Not long after everyone was reunited all around the table sharing big laughs and the excitment that such impulsive meeting brought to everyone. After having a little conversation with almost everyone at the table you asked Hannah how she was feeling, making sure she felt as comfortable and cared for as possible. And your boyfriend was doing the same, it’s easy having someone like him comfort you, he says the right things and he’s a great listener, he cares a lot for the people he keeps around. That’s why you didn’t mind them sitting next to each other and talking the entire lunch, but you couldn’t lie that some of it was scratching the wrong part of your brain. You know this is nothing more than your vulnerable friend needing support and your boyfriend being more than willing to give whenever it’s needed but you did feel a little left out. 

Everyone said theyre goodbyes and parted their ways, Hyunjae noticed you were quieter than usual and asked if you were okay. You not wanting to over react or bring such topic to light dismissed his question and disguised it with a simple “I’m just tired”. The ride back was awkward silence, not even the radio could drown the uneasyness you were exuding, and so Hyunjae asked again.

Y/N: Yeah why do you ask?

Hyunjae: Are you sure you’re feeling okay?

You sighed in defeat, you didn’t want to admit that some silly little thoughts made your mood completly change.

Y/N: Before i start i just want to say that it’s probably nothing and I know it but I’m still gonna tell you because you deserve to know how i feel. So after seeing you and Hannah so close and cheery without me kinda hurt... I’m not mad that you acted that way torwards her and I’m most definetly not upset with her either. But seeing both of you having so much fun and I wasn’t included...that led me to feel a little jealous to be honest and I’m sorry for it it’s not like you did anything to make me feel that way.

Y/N: Just come upstairs and I’ll explain it.

Hyunjae: Because I know you and also your leg hasn’t stopped shaking, you’re fidgeting with your purse and if you bite your lip any longer it’s gonna start bleeding soon.

It’s safe to say the route you took back to your apartment was probably the most excruciating experience you’ve evere had, a million ways of explaining what you felt without sounding crazy or hurting his feelings were crossing your mind, but none seemed good enough. You unlocked the door and asked him to go sit on the couch while you changed clothes, after a few minute you shoowed up in the living room with pijamas on and sat on the floor in front of him.

Hyunjae: No, I’m sorry I never wanted for you to feel like that, you’re the person I love most in this world, if I ever hurt you I’m not going to be able to live with myself. You shouldn’t apologise for having feelings and I’m ver grateful that you love so much to always be so honest and pour your heart to me.

He got up and sat himself next to you the floor and held both your hands.

Hyunjae: I hope a situation like this never happens again but if it does don’t think you’re being crazy, cause I know you didn’t say it but I know you thought it.

You layed your head on his shoulder trying to hide your face as much as you could. You were embarassed you even felt that way but he’s so understanding and sweet it makes you feel guilty. Hyunjae learned a lot about you in this 6 month relationship, he knows how hard it is for you to open up and be emotional so he doesn’t ever invalidate your feelings or makes you feel bad about them. If anything he ends up doing is always pampering you and clinging to you for the next 24 hours, just how you like it.

Y/N: Thank you dummy, I’m sure I couldn’t live without you either.

Hyunjae: Now that’s what i like to hear. Come on I’ll make us some sweet pancakes as a snack.

He pulled you up and kissed you, once again reassuring he’s never going to live your side, if kindness killed you’d sure be dead by now.

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Can I please request Bonten Mikey finding out his only love who HE broke up with, (his ex s/o) whose heart he broke when he embraced his dark impulses is getting married? What would he do?

If you're ok with writing angst and Mikey being Mikey all sad and moody please cause nothing is emotionally normal with that man. Lol thank you!

➟ Mikey x gn!reader

➟ I’m more than okay to write him this way. Please enjoy and thank you for requesting <3

He heard it from Kokonoi. Why from him ? Because Kokonoi is definitely the type to find out about everything. Not only that but he also knew you. You had reached out forhim as soon as you got engaged. A month before the wedding, you sent out invitations and the money loving male got one along with Kakucho and the rest of Bonten.

Kokonoi fanboyed over the design of the invitation. The lace like feel to the thick paper. The fancy font and the color of the envelope it came in. It was a surprise to all of them that you’d even invite them after everything, they were still involved with Mikey.

You didn’t care about that. You cared for the friendship they still held with you. The comfort and understanding they gave you when Mikey gave your love away. It didn’t matter to you if they were in his social group as well. In the end he wouldn’t care if you got married. It was his decision to end things with you so there was no reason to ever get yourself associated with him ever again.

“Where’s it gonna be ?” He asks Sanzu as Sanzu hide his gun under his blazer. Sanzu smirks tilting his head up to see Mikey staring at him from the door of the gangs hideout. The room became dimmer when Mikey steps into it.

“(Y/n) has always been simple. You’d think their wedding would be too. They’re a different person now. The same but different. They smiles more now. They have that glint of mischief in their eyes. The way they carries theirselves with more confidence, you’d think they’d be the boss of a mob. Most importantly they’re happy”. Sanzu’s tone of voice, sounds mocking to Mickey. He let it slide knowing he deserved for the words to cut deep.

Sanzu purposely avoided the question his leader had asked. He didn’t want Mikey to show up and make a scene of depression and fuck up the lively mood everyone would be in. Picking up the bouquet of flowers that were in them with the colors of your wedding - Sanzu calls out for the others.

“C’mon fuckers !!! We’re going to be late !!”

“Speak for yourself. We’ve been waiting for you for an hours now” Rindou scoffs and Kakucho rolls his eyes, getting up to exit first.

“We’ll be back around midnight. We can then talk about where we can invest the money in” Kokonoi gives Mikey an advance of plans.

As all of them made there way to the venue, only Sanzu was the one who caught a streak of white hair from the corner of his eye. Once they arrived he felt the need to bring Kakucho with him and let the others finish arriving without them.

“ ‘Kucho” Sanzu tugs his shirt, pulling him aside. “Mikey’s here”

Kakucho goes stiff and blinks a few times not sure if Sanzu was playing around or being serious. As the two were talking, they’re didn’t know that Mikey had actually followed them and was just about to knock on the door of the room you were in talking with your soon to be spouse. On the phone cause them seeing you and you seeing them would be bad luck.

“I’ll see you there then, I love you” you could practically see the goofy grin they made on the other line of the phone. “Don’t leave me at the alter” they finish up saying as a joke - though deep inside they were scared you’d leave.

“Please !!! I’d never embarrass someone like that. I’ll see you inna minute dummy. I love you too” you hang up smiling and look into the mirror of the vanity you were sitting in front of.

Light hair, dark eyes, dark circles and a expressionless face - greets you as you looked into the mirror. “You look just as beautiful as the day you left. Even more if I say so”

You scoff hearing his monotone voice. “Let’s make it clear that you were the one that left that night. How dare you show up the day I’m to establish something that will make me happy in the end”

“That’s why I’m here. Wanted to apologize for doing that to you” he said in hopes of maybe - just maybe having your heart flutter for him one last time…..Sadly your heart never did flutter nor did your eyes have that shine you once had when you were around him.

You stay silent, turning to look at him with a perplexed face. Who in their right mind would even do that ? Oh that’s right, he wasn’t in his right mind.

“Manjiro, I don’t care. I understand what you went through and what you’re going through - but I can’t accept your apology. You’re four years late and I hope you can understand that. This will be our last time we ever meet and talk. When we encounter one another in the street or a place, we will be strangers. If my name ever pops up in a conversation, I hope you act like you never met me as I will do the same. I wish you luck and nothing but the best. You were once my undying love while now you’re just a memory I wish to erase”.

While you finished up - all of Bonten had been told what was going on. As you say your last words, Akashi opens the door and in come the men.

“Good you’re ready ! C’mon c’mon, the ceremony will start in ten” Ran grabs ahold of your hand pretty much dragging you with his brother as Rindou places a hand on your lower back to usher you out. While being rushed out you give Mikey one last look and a weak smile. “Congratulations, my beloved (y/n)”

His words were heard clearly. They don’t bring you to feel anything. Not even a want to cry. You were in happy place with your to be spouse. There was no need to live in the past when the future of something real and loving was waiting for you at the end of the of the trail of the scattered flower pedals.

#mikey sano #mikey x reader #mikey sano x reader #manjiro sano #manjiro x reader #mikey tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers x reader #mikey angst #sanzu x reader #ran x reader #rindou x reader #kakucho x reader

[the-original-skipps]

Fluffy Alphabet A-Z

Sano Manjiro aka Mikey

Note: Thank you so much for 100+ followers. I wouldn't have been able to get his far without your support. I'm super overjoyed and glad that you guys take the time to read my writing. I love you all very much as promised I hope you enjoy the fluffy alphabet! 💗

A ctivities - What do they like to do with their s/o? How do they spend their free time with them?

> Mikey likes to go for rides on his CB205T and he likes to bring you along. He just loves the feeling of the wind passing and your presence behind him. Maybe sharing some snacks while you both watch the sunset or the starry night sky, talking about random things. He just generally likes being around you even if you're both just sitting in silence.

B eauty - What do they admire about their s/o? What do they think is beautiful about them?

> He admires your determination and strong will. Since Mikey is mentally weak, he admires those traits in other people. No matter what you'd always be there to scold him or comfort him. It reminds him of his older brother.

C omfort - How would they help their s/o when they feel down/have a panic attack etc.?

> Mikey instantly knows if you're feeling down, he just senses it. He'll bring you somewhere where they could both be alone maybe a park or he'll drive somewhere and sit you down. Mikey won't force you to tell him what's wrong but if you do he'll be listening intently. He's not the best at comforting people but makes sure to let you know that he's here for you.

D reams - How do they picture their future with their s/o?

> Now this is a hard topic to answer. Mikey has pictured a future with his s/o, living in peace after all the rush during his teenage years. However, he doesn't see it happening because he knows it's best if he keeps his s/o away from him in the future.

E qual - Are they the dominant one in the relationship, or rather passive?

> I'd say he's both but mostly on the passive side. He lets you take the lead since he doesn't know much about being in a relationship. He'll be given advice and teased by his close friends but he'll keep their words in mind.

F ight - Would they be easy to forgive their s/o? How are they fighting?

> Mikey is pretty stubborn and doesn't like losing. If it's a petty harmless arguement, if he's wrong then he'll muttering an apology to you and completely forget about it. It's difficult to get into a serious argument with him unless it's something concerning him or Toman. Say the things he needs to hear even if himself doesn't agree with you. Then he'll leave to give himself space and think about things. Be patient with him because eventually he'll come around.

G ratitude - How grateful are they in general? Are they aware of what their s/o is doing for them?

> Mikey is very grateful for you being by his side even though he thinks he doesn't deserve it. He appreciates every gesture you do for him from the big things and to the little things such as making him lunch or fixing his hair or just being by his side when he feels he's losing himself.

H onesty - Do they have secrets they hide from their s/o? Or do they share everything?

> Mikey doesn't hide things, if you ask him something he will directly answer you. He has no trouble talking about a past event since it already happened. Even though he doesn't want you getting involved with Toman, he still tells you about how they're doing or what they're up to. The only things he wouldn't share are his true feelings and his dark impulsivities since he doesn't want to scare you.

I nspiration - Did their s/o change them somehow, or the other way around? Like trying out new things or helped them overcome personal problems?

> Just by being by Mikey's side you are a positive influence on him. It will take a long time but little by little he tries to open up about his true feelings and tries to rely on you more. Everytime you sense he's distancing himself, you would have to drag him back and knock some sense into him.

J ealousy - Do they get jealous easily? How do they deal with it?

> Mikey is definitely the type to get jealous easily and his childish tendencies tend to come out. If he sees you getting too friendly with someone he'll keep staring until he's had enough and say "(Y/N) is mine, hmph!" With a cute pout on his face. Be sure to coddle him afterwards because he might give you the silent treatment.

K iss - Are they a good kisser? What was the first kiss like?

> Mikey has no experience whatsoever. He has no idea how kisses work. It'll be super rare to get a kiss from Mikey since he's not used to being affectionate. If you're lucky he'll peck you on your cheek or kiss your hands occasionally. Your first kiss with him wasn't planned. Both of you were alone and you were just admiring him as he talked and pressed a light kiss on his lips. He was instantly shocked by what you did as he traces over his lips with his fingers but inside he's feeling all warm. He never knew kisses from you would have this kind of affect on him.

L ove Confession - How would they confess to their s/o?

> It took long time for Mikey to realize that what he felt towards you was more than just friendship. He confessed this to Draken and he replied "huh, obviously you like them you idiot. Hurry up and go tell them." In which Mikey replies by telling Draken to do the same for Emma. It happened when he came to pick you up from school one day on his motorcycle and brought you to the riverside. "I finally understand what I feel, (Y/N). I like you... You don't have to give me an answer right away, I'll wait however long it takes..."

M arriage - Do they want to get married? How do they propose? What would the marriage be like?

> Another hard topic to answer. When Mikey fell for you he fell hard. As much as he wants to spend the rest of his life in peace with you, it won't happen. That is until he goes through "certain changes" and let's say he did. You'll be riding with him on his motorcycle on Christmas until he stops at a certain place. He'll start talking about his past and the times you've spent together. Then talking about how much he appreciates you and thanks you then pops the question. The wedding will be small and privately held with only people close to him and you are invited.

N icknames - What do they call their s/o?

> It is known that Mikey gives nicknames to those who are close to him. It depends on what your first name is. He'll most likely you use the first syllable of your name plus -chin, -cchi or -chy. Only when he's serious will he use your real name.

O n Cloud Nine - What are they like when they are in love? Is it obvious for others? How do they express their feelings?

> Honestly, it can be really hard to tell unless you really observe Mikey. You would notice he stares at you longer, or everytime your name pops up in a conversation he's interested. Draken is definitely the first the notice this change in Mikey and teases him for it, while Mikey denys it. The others will slowly start to notice this too. Especially, when he bought an extra taiyaki and gave it to you. Takemichy's jaw dropped at the scene.

P DA - Are they upfront about their relationship? Do they brag with their s/o in front of others? Or are they rather shy to kiss etc. when others are watching?

> Mikey won't be announcing to everyone that he has an s/o. However, if someone asks he'll answer honestly. I wouldn't use the word "brag" but he will say nice about you to others. For Mikey, intimate gestures such as kissing are only between the two of you. If someone catches the both of you, Mikey wouldn't be pleased.

Q uirk - Some random ability they have that's beneficial in a relationship.

> You wouldn't have to worry about anyone trying to flirt with you or trying to hurt you not when Mikey's around. Mikey cares deeply about you and would give his life to protect you. You wouldn't have to worry about other people trying to flirt with Mikey either since you already have his heart, he'll simple brush them off. He's loyal.

R omance - How romantic are they? What would they do to make their s/o happy? Cliché or rather creative?

> As I have mentioned earlier, Mikey has no experience with relationships. You would have to teach him things. Still there will be moments that might seem simple to others but to you, you know it's a way Mikey shows his love for you. For example, draping his jacket over your shoulders or buying an extra snack so you could have some too. If he's not busy with Toman matters, he would want to spend his time with you.

S upport - Are they helping their s/o achieve their goals? Do they believe in them?

> Mikey would genuinely support your dreams and passions, telling you to never give up on them. He believes in you with his whole heart, and he knows you would be able to make your goals come true.

T hrill - Do they need to try out new things to spice out your relationship? Or do they prefer a certain routine?

> He would like to try things he never experienced before with you, like taking pictures at the photo booth or going shopping for matching keychains. That being said, what Mikey likes the most is the constant reassurance that you're here for him. Routines like going riding on his motorcycle or just talking with you, it what he like most. He's scared that one day you'd leave him so these mundane routines assures him.

U nderstanding - How good do they know their partner? Are they empathetic?

> You would think Mikey is the forgetful type but he actually pays attention to things. He'll notice you eyeing a certain item in a store or if you're lying to him. He genuinely cares about you and would like to know everything about you, even the shameful parts. Mikey has a hard time with emotions, he may not fully understand your troubles but he'll assure you that he'll be there for you.

V alue - How important is the relationship to them? What is it’s worth in comparison to other things in their life?

> For Mikey to actually want to establish a relationship with someone. It means he sees you as an important person in his life. However, certain things would have to come before you such as his family and Toman. It is something you would have to understand when dating Mikey.

W ild Card - A random Fluff Headcanon.

> Whenever he looks like he's spacing off during Toman meetings while he is paying attention to what's happening his mind can't help but wander towards you. About what you're currently doing or if you're at home safely. Before he starts the engine of his bike, or has nothing to do he fiddles with the keychain on his keys. It's the matching keychain you both have.

X OXO - Are they very affectionate? Do they love to kiss and cuddle?

> Mikey is not known to be the most showy when it comes to showing his affections. It's the little things he does for only you, that shows how much he cares about you. Mikey secretly likes the affection you give him even if he denies it. It surprises him everytime you hug him or kiss him but he never stops you or tells you to stop. Just don't do it in front of Toman. Even if he doesn't want to, cuddle him as the big spoon and it'll make him really happy. Since he's so used to keeping a strong facade, cuddling with you gives him the impression that with you maybe he doesn't have to do that.

Y earning - How will they cope when they're missing their partner?

> Mikey will still act as the strong charismatic leader of Toman, where nothing fazes him. He won't outwardly show that he misses you but you can tell by the way he fiddles with his matching keychain or stares off into the distance that he misses you. He might even unconsciously blurt a quiet "I miss (Y/N)...."

Z eal - Are they willing to go to great lenghts for the relationship? If so, what kind of?

> Mikey is willing to give his life away to protect you. Just you being with him is dangerous enough who knows who might be out to get him and easiest way they can do that is by getting you. If your safely is at risk even he likes you he would have to break up with you, keep you away from the danger. Because he utmostly cares about your well being and if anything happens to you, it will destroy him.

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Hi love, I adore your writing so much! And as you just asked for some ideas/concepts here’s mine for Jack Grealish from prompts list 2: fluff #11 where he’s asking her (she’s his best friend) to go for a walk cause there’s so much going on in his life and he just needs to talk. fluff #36, angst #31 and a happy ending please? Basically a Best friends to lovers thing as I’m a sap for that…thank you!! xx

Fluff #11; “I know it’s 2 in the morning but do you want to…”

Fluff #36; “because I fell for you, isn’t it obvious?”

hope I did this justice for you!

Fell for you

“Jesus god,” you grumbled with hands aimlessly palming across the mattress for the blaring sound of your phone from its place charging somewhere on the bed. Your next move is an elongated “Ahhhhh,” sound, fatigue still holding tightly onto your body in a way that seals your eyes shut even as you try to shut off the sound your phone was deafening your with. In a wakened state, you might’ve noticed that it was your ringtone that had interrupted your sleep. However as tired as you were you ruled it as your alarm right away and moved yourself into seated position with the duvet still wrapped tight around you and your eyes still shut.

You were suspended in that space between being asleep and being awake, still sitting up when the offensive sound came screaming through your phone once again.

This time, your eyes snapped open in fright and the fatigue-blurred letters of Jack Grealish’s name popped up across the top of your screen.

“How is it morning already?” You protest down the line, a heavy sigh passing your lips to follow. Jack’s chuckle can be heard through the line, “It’s not.” He replies simply, prompting you to pull your phone away from your ear to hold out in front if your face.

02:17am

“Then why on earth am I up?” You mumble, a question more posed to yourself than the man on the other end. “Wait, why are you up? And why are you calling so early?”

“I’m outside your door.”

“You’re what?!” You throw back your duvet and swing your legs over the side of the bed. You’ve hung up the phone already by the time you reach the front door at a tired shuffle. His hair is tousled when you see him, like he’s been running his hands through it over and over, you imagine that he has. He does that when he’s stressed. You have to squint against the street lights and his car headlights outside, still on as it sits running on the street. “Can we go somewhere?” He asks, his voice as desperate as his eyes look when he speaks, begging you to agree. Not that he would need to beg. You’d do anything for that man. Even if it did mean dragging yourself from your bed at 2 in the morning.

“Course.”

No question, no pressure. He loves that from you. He knows you’ll ask him later and when the time is right you’ll force him to tell you of course. Now is not that time yet and you’re nowhere near awake enough to do so much anyway. “Let me just grab my-“

“I have a hoodie in the car and your shoes in my boot.” He cuts in, tugging your arm gently out the door of your house. He knows you better than any other person in this world, so he knows full and well that there’s not much you are going to do in the way of protesting when you’re so soon out of sleep. He’d often teased with layers of worry deeper beneath that he genuinely worried for you living on your own. You open the door to people far too easily, and he will not fail to bring that up sometime tomorrow. For now, he steps into your doorway where you had stood moments before, grabs your keys from the cabinet and pulls the door closed behind him with a click of the latch locking behind him.

The cold paving stones beneath your feet make you shine in protest, shifting your weight between each one to ease the chill. In was in that cold that you look down and make the realisation, or rather come to remember the fact that you don’t have any pyjama bottoms on. “Jack!” You yelp, “I’m not wearing trousers!” You suddenly feel very exposed and rightly so, standing outside your home suddenly very awake in only a long claret and blue shirt that only extended down to the middle of your thighs. “Eh?” He whips around, “You what?”

It’s only now he really takes you in with rosy cheeks from embarrassment, your hair messed up from your sleep. His frantic eyes soften and his heart stops thundering in his chest finally. The sight of you there calms him. You’re there. Right there. His (y/n) is right there in front of him.

“What’s the rush, Jack? Is everything okay?”

Your gentle words and tired eyes bring him back to the ground, the flurry of his racing thoughts only now finally calmed. He often acts on impulse, but you are always able to slow his brain down a few paces. His sits heavily, "I know it's two am but...do you think we could go somewhere. My heads fuckin'... I don't even know." He dips back down to run that hand through his hair once again. His words stoke a bit of a worry in you, head tilted to the side in question. Jack doesn't tend to be the kind who gets himself panicked and all wound up like he has right now. That's more your half of the friendship. You did the worrying, he did the easygoing.

"It's okay, Jack. Of course. Come on then, let's go." You nod your head and he goes around the back of the car to get the shoes and socks he promised you. You very nearly choked up a lung when he presented you with a brand new Balenciaga box. "What the fuck, Jack?" You all but wheeze out, head whipping towards him climbing into the passenger seat.

"Got you a present 'cause I'm leaving soon." He shrugs with a jaw-dropping ease. You list open the lid and inside sit a pair of sliders that cost nearly £400. You physically gawp. "Oh my god."

"What?" Jack asks, drawing out of his parking spot on the street, "Heard you telling your mum you needed new sliders for the summer, do you not like 'em?"

His nerves would be clear in his voice if you hadn't been in such a ferocious level of shock. You're glad you weren't eating anything because it surely would have choked you to death. Of course you had seen Jack wearing brands like Balenciaga, Gucci, Versace and the likes, but you had never owned such an expensive piece of clothing. "I mean of course I love them, J but I meant from Primark or bloody amazon, you shouldn't have spent al that money on me." You protested, but Jack really pays it no mind. In fact, the suggestion that you don't deserve everything luxurious that this world has to offer offends him more than it does anything else. You should know that you deserve everything good that this world can give and he has the means to actually give that to you. He'd count himself an absolute fool not to.

"Gonna pretend you didn't say that." He mutters, eyes kept carefully on the empty road ahead of his car. Your eyebrows are furrowed, a part of you brain still very much trying to a) wake up and b) process the expensive of the gift he handed to you so casually. "Not arguing about it either." His voice cuts you off the second you open your mouth to speak, shutting down your protest before it even leaves you.

As the fatigue of your sleep wears off, your mind continues to be just as boggled as it had been the moment his name popped up on your screen at 2am, if not more boggled now.

"You're acting so weird, Jack. What the hell is going on with you today?" Your insistence is careful with your pressure. It's enough to try to open him up but not enough to make it sound like a confrontation. Neither you nor Jack like confrontation especially with each other. The words make him chew on his lip as he careens the large white range rover through a turn that leads up a gravel road that crunches beneath his tires. The stops when he's met with a with a large gate that prevents cars but a little slot for people to walk through. Jack leaves his door open when he leaves the car with a curtly mumbled "Stay here" as he does. He pushes open the gate with ease before he gets back in the car and follows the path up the hill further.

He stop abruptly in a very small gravel car park without any parking lines to abide and steps out, slamming his door behind him like he absolutely always does; you swear that man couldn't be quiet if his life depended on it. Which was another reason why you were so surprised by his silence. You clamber out after him with that same fear of falling flat on your face that always fills your mind each and every time you leave his car. But Jack is where he has been every time you step out the Range Rover since the first day he got it; standing by your door to hold your hand so you can jump out without a trip onto the gravel beneath. He shuts the door behind you and hands you a spare pair of his loose fitting track pants.

On an average day you might've teased the reason he hasn't worn them was because they wouldn't have squeezed the life out his legs. Today wasn't one of those days, so you slip them on without a word. Followed up by his way too big for you socks and the brand new black slides. Even wide awake, this confuses you to no end. Jack was never quiet and never elusive. He was boisterous, loud, open and confident.

The second you turn around, you realise why he brought you here.

The view of the stars, the sky completely clear. There wasn't a street lamp in sight. The moon provided the kind of spotlight hue that you kind of thought only existed in the enhancement of Hollywood movies. "Woah," you breathe, words stolen by its beauty.

"Yeah," Jack laughs, "Now you know how I feel every time I look at you."

You head turns to him so fast it sends your head spinning a little, or maybe that's just the shock of his words. You couldn't tell.

"What?"

He shrugs his shoulders, scuffing his feet along the gravel to meet up with where you stand. But he freezes before he gets the chance.

"Why are you wearing that?" He asks, a very sudden cold change in his tone that actually makes your body feel colder. "Wearing what? This?" You gesture to the claret and blue shirt you had thrown on in a haste to get to him standing at your front door a short while ago. You turn to see his unhappy scowl and the firm discontented cross of his strong arms. "Yeah that," he grumbles, "And where'd you even get it." He adds with a flare of his nostrils. He looks adorable angry like this, like he's trying so hard to look angry when his emotions lie truly elsewhere.

You look down at the shirt with furrowed brows, before you shift your shoulder forward, crane your neck and pull the material around to view the back as best you could. "What's wrong with it?" You ask finally, attempts to defy the natural state of your body failing to allow you to see your back.

"It's Ginny's." Jack states as if its the most obvious thing in the world. You just look at him bewildered. "And?"

He huffs as he takes a few more heavy steps up to you, looking like he had a lot of things to say without any way of being able to get them to coordinate from his brain to his lips. "Why do you have Ginny's shirt though?"

You breathe a little bit of laughter at him, shaking your head softly. "it was just a joke. I saw him after a match waiting for you so I jumped out at him and pretended to be a fan for a video and he signed it and gave to me as a joke. I just threw it on when you showed up at my door in the middle of the night. Wasn't exactly a fashion statement."

Jack still grunts in dissatisfaction at your answer, refusing to meet your eyes. "You have plenty of mine to wear though, don't need his." His argues in a disgruntled grumble. You raise and drop your arms down by your side with a sigh. He was really testing your patience now. "Hm, last time I checked you couldn't give me yours anymore because your ex didn't like it." You protest with a wag of your finger, making him turn his head downwards with something like a shudder running through him at the mention of her name. "Yeah well there's a reason she's my ex innit." He mutters under his breath.

"What the hell is the problem with you today Jack?" You exclaim, his eyes jolting to you in surprise. You don't often snap.

"First you show up at my door in the middle of the night and drag me out of my house and then you won't actually speak to me and now you're picking a fight about John M fucking Ginn?" You snap, the anger and confusion he had stirred up showing in your emphatic hand gestures that only come out when you're telling him a passionate story or going off your head at him. "He's your best mate, why would that even bother you?!"

"I'm sorry, I-"

"I'm not done, Jack!" You yell, holding out a hand. "You haven't even spoken to me all week. I found out you made the England call up on fucking twitter Jack, twitter! And your mum told me about you dumping your girl and I can't even get through to you and now you're buying me gifts and bringing me here? I don't know if I'm coming or going here Jack, you have to give me something. We're meant to be friends." You voice breaks on the last syllable and a lump forms in Jack's throat that he can't just swallow away. Any pain, any hurt and any slight sadness of emotion that appears in you shatters his heart. He thought that was a normal reaction until two weeks ago when he realised it only happens to him when its your upset he witnesses.

"I'm sorry." He says, his voice thick and wavering with the same level of emotion. "I really, really am." He stands right in front of you now, so close you're basically chest to chest, faces merely inches apart.

"And I'm scared." He admits, sending a pang through your already aching heart. "Scared because I'm leaving and I can't take you with me." His words tickle your lips as they leave his, clouds of air puffing above the two of you as his hot breath meets the cold night air. "You've done it before, J. It'll be fine." You soothe, hands gently raising to reach up and brush the hair out of his face. His let's forth a content sigh of relief at the feeling of your touch. "That was before though." He confesses with a slight shrug. He watches that furrow sow itself back into your brows.

"Before what?"

"Dance with me?" He suggests, his arms finding their way around you with ease, much less fumbley than you remember from your high school prom. Your head tilts in that adorable confused way that makes a grin form on his cold lips.

"Why?" You query, eyes slightly narrowed in suspicion. He laughs softly. "Because the music is slow and the sky is gorgeous and because I love you."

Before you get the chance to recognise, process or even understand what he said, he's swaying you around the gravel under the stars.

"Because you what?" You squeak, your eyes desperately searching his as you look for any reason this might be some kind of a joke or one of pranks that makes you want to throttle him. He just smiles at you with those crinkled eyes and the love shining right there in his eyes for you to see. Your stomach flutters like the teenager you were when you fell in love with him. His lips dip down to capture yours in the best kiss that your being has ever felt, his hands ringing your hair, stroking down over your cheeks with those warm hands of his.

"Because I've fell for you, isn't it obvious?"

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You Are My Home (Geralt x Reader)

This was requested by anon. Enjoy!

The life (y/n) had it was something Geralt often envied, it was a way of living that had nothing to do with him, it was almost like she created her own magical bubble that kept her away from anything harmful, she lived in harmony with everything.

(Y/n) was a farmer's daughter, an only child and her mother passed away when she was young, a few years after she made her first step into adulthood her father also passed, so since she was a little girl her day was filled with taking care of the land and looking after the animals she so much adored. It wasn't the squeezing cow tits and cleaning out the stables that fascinated him, it was the utter bliss you could identify at the twinkle of her eyes, she was in love with her life, the bitterness and greed of the world had graced by her and left her unharmed.

(Y/n) had stumbled across Geralt at the market of the closest town of her home. She sold fruits, milk and vegetables there, still the reason why Geralt noticed wasn't her healthy goods, it was her booming voice as she shouted at a man. 

"If you lay your hands on a child again I will make sure you have no hands to do so!"

As he approached to see what all the fuss was about he saw her. Her hair was nearly pulled back and away from her face, her dress was this beautiful purple color as her hands were on her sides, one breath away from the man's face. Another thing he noticed was the child in question that hid behind her as it clinged on her legs for protection.

"He stole apples from my table"

"You want apples? Here"

She turned and took as many she could hold and started to throw them at the man. He acted out on impulse and stepped in to restrict her, she had a strong fire in her but he would hate to see the obviously taller man harm her.

"That's enough, I think you proved your point"

He said to her as he got in front of her and gently touched her forearms to make her take a few steps back.

"That low life, he almost killed the poor little boy over a few apples"

She muttered as she turned her back on Geralt and kneeled to the kids level. Her hand reached the child's face as she inspected him.

"Are you alright dear? Come with me, I have a bottle of milk for you"

He felt a bit hurt as the girl ignored his presence entirely. As the woman and the child walked over her counter, she instruced the child to sit on the stool as she passed him a bottle of milk. 

The child smiled brightly before chugging the bottle, at that moment of silent Geralt found the courage to speak up.

"I'm Geralt"

"Oh I'm sorry I got completely distracted. I am (y/n), thank you for helping me"

-

After that Geralt felt compelled by her, he would leave her for a short period of time to travel and pick up jobs, yet he always felt the need to come back to her. She was his haven, his safe space to relax, even when compared to him she was this tiny little thing she made him feel protected.

He awoke at the smell of fresh baked goods, he had come to her cottage late at night and exhausted. She only smiled in a sleepy manner and hugged him tight before helping him get into bed with her with no questions or spared words. 

At that time (y/n) walked in the bedroom with a cup in her hand. She was dressed in her white night dress and her hair was down, framing her beautiful face. She sat on his side of the bed as he sat up, the sheets falling from his torso.

"Good morning"

"I believe a good evening is more appropriate. Here, drink this"

She said as she passed the cup to him. (Y/n) loved thyme tea, she always made it for him whenever he came to visit her, the aroma of it made him feel welcomed and now he had linked that smell with her. He remembered how she rambled about how much it helps and nourishes you, he didn't remember what she said exactly but just seeing her so happy and focused on a subject about a simple thing made him smile. 

"Hmmm, what have I done to deserve you?"

He asked before taking a sip of the tea. She giggled at his teasing, he always said that to her, at first she found it funny however she was aware that Geralt thought very low of him, it made her so mad that he didn't see what she was seeing.

"It's the least I could do, you keep us safe"

"It wasn't by choice"

"No one forces you to work Geralt, you go hunting for jobs"

He didn't respond, he was well aware that she had a strong case here. After taking a few sips of the warm liquid he left the cup on the side of his bed before reaching for her hand to caress her soft warm skin. She looked at her hand in his, his skin against hers brought her goosebumps, she tried to hide her smile from him, although Geralt saw it and decided to not comment on it.

"How are things here?"

"Carina gave birth"

"Oh well she was really big last time I saw her"

"She was having a baby cow inside her, I think that's a bit normal"

They had been around enough for her to know what he wanted. She slowly crawled on her side and got under the covers with him, he smiled as he laid back down and rested his head on her breasts while his arms went around her waist bringing her as close as possible. Her fingers went up on his head, slowly caressing his long silver hair she so much adored, for a man that gets covered with monster blood ever so often his hair was soft like silk. 

His warmth made her relax even more as she took a deep inhale and closed her eyes, enjoying his natural scent tingling her nostrils, she never thought a man's smell would bring her such a calm sensation that made her muscles relax completely, the feeling was almost euphoric as she continued to run her fingers through his white mane.

Geralt enjoyed being caressed by her, after years of feeling the touch of a woman only after offering her coins he finally felt he was being cared for, it was something he thought he would never experience. Now here she was making the giant witcher melt in her arms.

"I missed you"

He whispered just enough for her to hear, (y/n) smiled before placing a kiss at the top of his head. Anyone else would laugh at the sight of the big bad witcher snuggling up on a girl and letting her wrap her legs around his torso in order to make him feel protected. She wasn't short but anyone would look small in comparison.

"I missed you too dearest"

Hearing her speak to him in such a delicate and soft way made him feel his stomach twist, in a good way of course. She was what he never knew he missed, she was the warm sun in his gloomy life.

"One day I won't have to leave you"

"One day I will put poison in your tea. Not the deathly kind, maybe paralyze you so you won't be able to leave"

His chest erupted with laughter at her snarky comment, she never phrased her sadness and displeasure when he left her, still he could sense it. It was exactly what he felt so there was a mutual understanding of how much they both hated that departure. He raised his head to look at her as she offered him a warm smile in return

"You are my home"

"Maybe one day my home won't have to slip away from me"

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[sungie]

your move: okkotsu yuuta x reader

a/n: i love him??? help ???

warnings: this is set right after the shibuya incident so there's definitely implications to what happened (but no spoilers).

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The chess piece in front of you looms perilously. It’s a white knight, the slope of the mane a smooth crescent curve beneath your fingertips. Two “L”-shaped moves to the left send the steed in attacking position, yet there’s still the threat of the opponent’s Queen haughtily resting in the corner of the board. An imminent presence that attempts to conceal itself from the allusion of a seemingly exposed King.

Never mind that you’re the one playing the opponent. You’ve got your own agenda once you swivel the board over and resume the technique you’ve grown to admire and hate all at once.

The door slides open.

You stiffen. Half of you wants to whirl around. Truth-be-told, you’re terrified of something flying out to ambush you. A darker thought comes just as quickly; perhaps it wouldn’t be so bad. At least, it would be a dose of much-deserved karma for not losing something like you should have: a limb, a life, a soul.

“Panda, did you bring the snacks?” It’s killing you not to turn around. “Come here, I think I’ve figured out how to beat him. You can play, if you want.”

You dangle the knight between your trembling fingertips, deciding to plant it between a rook and a pawn, hoping that the risk pays off. In any case, if Panda does decide to take over, he won’t notice it. And if it is a curse, you won’t be here long enough to carry out the opponent’s move.

The person standing in the doorway chuckles, amused. He steps closer to the board, his legs a black blur in the corner of your vision. “I would’ve moved it here.” He crouches down, tapping a square on the board that you’d never even considered.

“That’s stupid. Only Okkotsu would do something like that. Why would I,” your mouth parts.

That’s not Panda’s voice. It can’t be...He wasn’t supposed to be back for a long time.

You sputter, turning so quickly that the person beside you automatically reaches out to grasp your shoulders. “Hi,” Okkotsu grins. “Don’t fall.”

You stare at him, blinking. You partially reach out, hand wobbling in front of you.

It hurts to breathe. You’re not sure if you can, breathe. Okkotsu’s exactly the same, but also not the same, all at once. He’s let his hair grow out, his bangs longer and leisurely framing his face. Dark circles caress his lower lashes, illuminating eyes that have grown more sunken, more aged. Sanpaku, you think, in concern.

But oh, god. He’s so beautiful. There’s the same kindness, the same laughter lines when he grins, the same searching curiosity flickering in his irises whenever he gazes at you.

For the longest time, you’d been seeing him everywhere. Little glimpses of Okkotsu when you stood on the metro, hints of him in boys with spiky black hair, a sudden rush of recognition when a man passed by wearing a similar white tunic with puffy sleeves.

It’s really him. He’s here.

“You,” you murmur. Your eyes widen. Your body reaches clarity a few seconds before your brain, and you’re lunging forward, making up for lost time spent in lag.

“Oh my god,” you say, over and over again, wrapping your arms around him. “I can’t believe you’re home.”

Okkotsu laughs, melting into your embrace. He returns the hug, squeezing you tightly. Has Okkotsu always been this warm? “Listen,” he mumbles into your ear, “I swear I tried to message you, but the wi-fi was shit --”

You pull back, your eyes wide. Why is he back so soon? Nothing happened, right? They wouldn’t put his execution back on the table, would they? As soon as the thought comes to mind, a familiar dread tingles down your spine, and you jerk away, blood ice-cold. “Are you okay?” You untangle your arms to cup his face, brushing locks of hair away to impulsively thumb the exhaustion present in dark circles underneath his eyes. “Yuuta … You’re not hurt, are you?”

Okkotsu’s eyes widen. He blinks at you twice, his mouth parting. And then, there’s a dumb, happy smile spreading across his face, his face which is now very quickly reddening. “I, um,” he manages, “I’m ..”

You irritatingly blink away the tightness in your throat. “Say you’re okay.” You stare at him, trying to determine for yourself if there’s anything wrong. Images of a few nights ago flash in your brain, a terrible clicking of a phenakistoscope that won’t stop. You shut your eyes, willing the memories to leave. “I can’t, I can’t lose…”

It’s pathetic. You shouldn’t be like this from just getting a hug and seeing Okkotsu. But it’s Okkotsu, you think, automatically. Of course, you’d react like this.

You blink, startled into attention.

Okkotsu lightly rests his hand atop yours, the one cupping his face. His touch is gentle, comforting. It sends warmth spiraling all over your skin.

Your finger lightly traces the area underneath a fresh cut, then glides to the greenish, purple bruise atop his cheekbone, and then another bruise near the rut of his jaw. “You’re hurt.”

Okkotsu has, if possible, turned even more red. His bottom lip trembles, almost like there’s something he wants to say, but he can’t. He just continues to gaze at you with wonder, and something so vulnerable that you can’t look at it for too long.

“Okkotsu.” Your hold on his face firmens. “Answer me.”

“I’m not hurt,” he whispers, embarrassed.

“Then why are you …”

Okkotsu seems to realize what you’re implying, and he shakes his head. “I came back to help Gojou, not because of something bad overseas.” And then, “I’m not in trouble. Please, don’t worry.”

You search his gaze for any trace of pretense, and not finding it, you let your hands fall away from his face. “Okay.”

Despite the longing to keep Okkotsu here, to talk with him about everything that’s been going on, everything he’s missed, all the things you’ve wanted to share with him for months, you think it’s best to let him go.

“You should visit the others,” you smile at him. “They’re going to freak out.”

Okkotsu almost looks disappointed. He lowers his gaze, running a hand through his hair. “You want me to go?”

You laugh, standing to pull him up. “No, I want you to tell everyone you’re back, because I know you’ve missed them, too.”

Okkotsu reluctantly lets you pull him to his feet. “More time to practice isn’t going to help you beat me,” he teases.

You glare at him.

He meets it with a soft smile. It’s one you haven’t seen in a while. “Okay. I’m coming back, though.”

“If you don’t, I’ll kill you.”

Okkotsu laughs again. “Rude. I’m not going to miss a chance to win at chess.”

Oh, you’ve missed him. You missed the way he laughs so easily, that simple smile that makes your heart tug every which way.

He pulls you into another hug, his hand resting against the back of your head. His touch is always so gentle, so warm.

“You said my name.” Even now, you can hear the smile in his voice. “You’ve never --”

You breathe out a stifled laugh. “Yeah? Am I supposed to call you something else?”

Okkotsu blinks. “Huh?”

“Let’s see,” you smirk, “Special-grade? Idiot? Gojou’s --”

“No,” Okkotsu murmurs, “Yuuta.”

A bright wall slams through your mind, settling itself right between coherent speech and intelligence. You start sifting through memories, flipping pages of a calendar back and back and back.

“You want me to,” the words fall away in your mouth.

“No!” Okkotsu recoils, his arms falling back to his sides. “No, don’t …”

Despite yourself, you can feel hurt flickering across your face.

Okkotsu sees it, of course he does. The same hurt reflects in his eyes, and you bite your lip, already feeling terrible. He always feels what everyone else does. He’s sweet, like that. “Sorry, I meant … That’s what you called me.”

What.

“I did?”

“Yeah.”

You stare at him, a mixture of embarrassment, horror, and confusion rippling across your face in a sudden concoction that can only taste absolutely awful.

Okkotsu’s babbling now, his eyes wide for an entirely different reason. “Oh shit, don’t feel bad ... I just, I know we haven’t been friends for super long, but it’s okay! I didn’t bring it up because I was upset … I’m not, and I don’t know why I mentioned it. So just don’t feel bad, please?”

“I really didn’t mean to,” You repeat, wringing your hands. You should’ve just stuck to playing chess, should’ve kept things brief and let him immediately greet the others. His other friends who are much closer to him, and who should be the ones calling him by his name, not you.

Okkotsu lightly, carefully, touches your hands. A shy smile dusts across his lips, but he won’t meet your gaze. “No, don’t apologize. It was cute. And I liked it. That’s … that’s what I was trying to say. Not make you uncomfortable.”

You stare at him with wide eyes.

Okkotsu’s smile turns into a very nervous one, and then he darts to the door, sporting an unusually wide grin as he waves at you. “I’m gonna go, bye!”

“Wait,” you step forward.

But Okkotsu is already long gone, his white tunic flashing as he twists around the corner. His footsteps echo against the wooden staircase, and you’re left blinking at where he once stood, the chess set in the room all but forgotten.

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[mydogisveryadorbs]

bad day | jj maybank x reader

summary: jj has a bad day and he just wants to be with you

warnings: angst, cursing, mentions of abuse, sad jj, fluffy ending (ofc)

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To the outside world, JJ Maybank has a perfect life. He has the best group of friends, he parties all the time, he has all the freedom in the world, and most importantly, he has you.

To the outside world, it is practically impossible for JJ Maybank to have a bad day. How can you have a bad day when you have a perfect life?

The only person in the world that knew that bad days are actually a common occurrence in JJ’s life, was you.

When the two of you had first started dating over a year ago, you too had believed that JJ’s life was perfect. His outgoing personality and carefree nature were what initially attracted him to you and he fought hard to maintain that persona. It wasn't until three months into your relationship that you realized that the blonde boy had it so much harder than you could've possibly imagined.

Truth be told, JJ didn't open up to you on purpose. In fact, if he had it his way, you would have never had to see him break down the way that he did.

You didn't know what to do when you first found your boyfriend laying on the bathroom floor in the Chateau, body shaking with sobs. At first, you thought he had been in another rough quarrel with Rafe and his friends. But when he looked up at you, tear stains on his cheeks and the saddest eyes you had ever seen, you knew this wasn't just some run-in with a couple of kooks.

It didn't take long for you to get over your original state of shock and comfort the boy. Your younger sister had bad anxiety and experienced panic attacks often, and still, you found yourself on the less prepared side when it came to soothing the blonde you adored so much. It was hard for you to understand that the tough, wild, teenager that you had fallen in love with was simply a cover for the fragile boy inside.

You can still vividly remember sitting on the bathroom floor for hours with JJ. Despite your unfamiliarity with your boyfriend’s suffering, there was not one second that you had even remotely questioned your love for him. If anything, seeing him in such a vulnerable state made your appreciation for him grow.

JJ himself, on the other hand, did not know how to accept the comfort you had given him. He was so used to being alone every time he was feeling down. So used to hiding all of his emotions from the people around him. 

The two of you went through many difficult nights of him pushing you away and trying to block you out. But just as fast as he was building up his wall, you were tearing it down.

JJ doesn't know the exact moment when he allowed himself to succumb to your solace. Still to this day, it's hard for him to believe that someone as beautiful and compassionate as you can possibly love someone like him.

The more he let you in, the harder it was to be without you and now, whenever he had a run-in with his father or was unsure of himself, his first impulse was to call you.

You never hesitated to comfort the boy, knowing that he would do the same for you. And as much as you tried to stay strong for JJ, sometimes everything got to be a little bit too much. 

JJ will never forget the day you were holding him after a fight with his father and you couldn't hold it in anymore. You let out heart-wrenching sobs into his hair. The sound alone brought tears to his own eyes and the two of you held each other all night, whispering sweet nothing to one another.

JJ is having a bad day.

He should have known when he woke up this morning and you weren't in his arms. He glanced over, immediately recognizing your small handwriting on a blue sticky note which was stuck to your pillow. The note explained that your parents had asked you to come home, but that you would come back to the chateau to be with him that night.

have a great day and don't miss me too much lovie!

His heart fluttered at your sweet words. How did he get so god damn lucky? Popping open his phone case, JJ folds your note and sticks it inside, just in case he needs to read it again later.

Despite the loving feeling he got in his chest while reading your note, his day quickly went downhill.

When JJ opened the cabinets above the sink to make himself a bowl of cereal, they were empty. He brushed it off and went to work with an empty stomach.

At the hotel, a group of kids bumped into him while he was clearing a table and he dropped a wine glass on the floor, shattering it. His boss chewed him out for 30 minutes before putting him on dish duty for the rest of his shift.

After work, JJ went to the local market and used his tip money from the day to buy a sandwich and a small bouquet of your favorite flowers for you. He knew you would make a big fuss about him spending his money on you, but he loved to see the cute look of surprise on your face whenever he got you something like this. It made whatever he had gotten for you worth every penny.

On his way back to the Chateau, JJ was stopped by none other than Rafe, Topper, and Kelse on their bikes. He tried his best to ignore them, knowing that you hated when he got into fights, but as soon as Rafe mentioned a snide comment about your ass, JJ immediately threw the first punch. He didn't realize until after the fact that one of them had stomped on the flowers he bought for you.

As much as he hated it, the blonde boy knew he needed to go home to get a fresh pair of clothes. He could always ask you to get a pair from the drawer of his clothes you had in your room, but that would require telling you what had happened and he didn't want to be a bother while you were with your family.

He knew he was screwed when he arrived at his “house” and saw his father's truck parked in the dirt outside. JJ hoped that he would be able to slip by without being noticed, but his horrible luck from the day continued.

His father was in the stage of his drinking where he was drunk enough to be angry with his son, but not drunk enough for JJ to outrun him.

JJ’s cheek throbbed on his walk back to the Chateau and he was sure that he was sporting a fresh black eye. His ribs were sore as hell and the only thing that kept him moving was the thought of seeing you.

When he arrived at John B’s house he instantly took note of your missing car. He prayed that you had simply walked and that he would see you laying on the couch when he entered.

There was someone sitting on the couch, but it was not the person JJ was looking for.

“Dude,” John B said when he noticed JJ’s figure standing in the doorway. “What happened to your face?”

“Where's (Y/N),” the blonde asked, ignoring John’s question.

“She called and said she wasn't sure if she would make it,” Kie said, drawing JJ’s attention to where she was standing. “Her friend Carlee’s boyfriend cheated on her, so she went to comfort her. She said she tried to call you, but it went straight to voicemail,” the curly-haired girl explained.

Glancing down at his phone, JJ noticed it was dead. His shoulders slumped. All he wanted was to see his girl after a shit day, was that too much to ask? He knew first hand your dedication to your loved ones, and he knew it wasn't fair of him to want all of your comfort and love for himself, but he couldn't help it.

You were too nice, he decided. But that's why he loved you so much, wasn't it?

“So what happened to your face,” John B asked again, taking a sip of his beer.

JJ glowered at his best friend. “What do you care,” he snapped. He knew he shouldn't take his frustrations out on John B, but you were his coping method and he didn't know what to do without that.

John B raised his hands in defense, standing up to grab another beer. “Jeez, dude,” he said, “Just asking.”

“Well maybe you should mind your own goddamn business,” JJ yelled.

The brunette boy halted his actions and turned to face JJ. “What the fuck, man?” he asked, voice rising. “You really want to do this.”

“Yeah, I do.” He definitely didn't. “You know,” JJ snapped, “Maybe if you spent time with your actual friends instead of your fucking kook girlfriend, you would know what was going on in my life.”

John B scoffed “That's rich coming from the guy who spends every waking moment trying to impress a girl who's way out of his league,” he yells.

JJ knows he's right. You were too good for him. But you chose him anyway. Why?

“Fuck you,” JJ sneers, shoving past his best friend and walking out the back doors. He needed space.

You were getting ready to leave your friend's house when Kiara called you. 

Carlee was a sweet girl, and her douche of a boyfriend definitely didn't deserve her so you told her exactly that. But this wasn't the first time something like that had happened between them and based on previous occurrences, you figured Carlee would go a week before she decided to get back together with him.

It was times like these where you really thanked your lucky stars that you had found a boy like JJ. The two of you had your moments like any healthy couple, but you knew in your heart that he would never do anything to purposely hurt you.

You smiled when you saw Kie’s contact. “Hey girl,” you answer in a country accent, giggling at the end.

“(Y/N),” she said and your smile dropped, immediately understanding that there was something wrong. “You need to come to the Chateau right now.”

Your feet skid to a stop and you feel your heart drop to the pit of your stomach. “What happened? Is JJ okay?” you ask her in a rushed tone.

Kie’s voice is shaky when she speaks. “He came over today with a black eye and a bruised cheek and when John B asked about it JJ kind of freaked out,” she explains. “They are screaming at each other right now. (Y/N), you gotta come quick,” you could hear yelling in the background.

“I'm on my way,” you assure her, hanging up. You run to your car, heart twisting in worry. It wasn't like your boyfriend to act like this so you knew something had to have happened.

You drove to the Chateau faster than you ever have before, getting there in under five minutes. The second your car pulled up to the house. You were flying out of your car and running inside the screen door.

“He's outback,” John B says upon seeing you enter.

Your eyes snap to him and they soften at the sight of his distraught face. “You alright, JB?” you ask.

He nods slowly. “I've never seen him like that, (Y/N),” John B tells you, his voice laced with worry. “You gotta help him.”

You nod your head, walking outside to find your boyfriend. You don't have to go far, spotting his hunched over the figure on the porch steps.

Slowly, you make your way towards the boy, and despite the fact that it's the middle of summer he is shivering violently.

You place a hand on his shoulder and he immediately flinches away from your touch. Your heart breaks at his reaction. “JJ, love, it's me,” you tell him softly, crouching down next to his body.

Hearing your voice, JJ lifts his head to look at you. His eyes are red-rimmed and filled with tears and the skin around the right one is hidden by blue and purple. Your eyes scan his face and you take note of the bruise on his cheekbone and his split lip. Your hands itch to remove his shirt, knowing that there are more hidden underneath.

The sound of JJ’s choked sob brings your eyes instantly back to his. 

“Oh, J,” you say sorrowfully, opening your arms for him. “C’mere.”

The blonde boy instantly falls into your embrace and you cradle his body tightly. He sobs into your shoulder and you feel a wet patch grow in your shirt. “I needed you, I need you,” he cries into your shoulder.

Softly shushing him, you run your fingers through his hair. “I'm here, J, I'm here,” you tell him, your heart aching for the boy in your arms. You don't know exactly how long you sit there, his hands clutching the back of your shirt tightly.

Slowly, his sobs die down before he is only sniffling every few seconds.

You pull back slightly, tenderly cupping his face in your hands. “Can we go inside?” you ask, gently brushing back the blonde curl that had fallen over his forehead.

JJ nods slightly and you stand up on the porch, helping him do the same. You bite your lip when you notice his subtle limp on the way inside. You notice how quiet the Chateau is and silently thank John B and Kiara for giving JJ the space he needs.

 Leading him into the bathroom, you help JJ sit on the counter and you quickly grab the first aid kit from the cabinet below the sink.

Opening it, you grab a cotton swab and an alcohol wipe to clean his lip and cheek, wordlessly realizing how many times you've had to do this.

“Why are you here,” the blonde boy asks abruptly. If you weren't paying attention you would have missed his small voice.

“What'd you mean, J?” you ask, continuing your work.

JJ sighs. “Why are you here?” he asks again, slightly louder, but still quieter than you are used too.

“Well, I was leaving Carlee’s house and Kie called me and told me that you-” JJ cuts you off, pulling away from your grasp slightly.

“No, (Y/N),” his tone is harsh but you can hear the brokenness laced behind it. “Why are you here? With me instead of with your friends? Or better yet another guy that can buy you nice things and doesn't have emotional trauma? A guy who's not broken?” he says the word with such hatred that it shakes you to your core.

“JJ,” you gasp, hurt flashing across your features. How could he think that? JJ instantly wants to take it back, but he wants even more to know your answer. “You are not broken, you hear me?” you say, honesty clear in your voice. “Your flaws are what make you, you. I don't need fancy gifts or expensive jewelry to make me love you! I love every single thing about you, JJ Maybank. From your head to your toes. I love you just the way that you are and there is nothing you can do to take that away from me. Ever.” Your voice is strong and serious. You leave no room for argument as you continue to patch up his face.

JJ doesn't speak again letting the words sink in, scared that he will break down for the second time that night. His eyes fall to the floor and he lets you tend to his cuts.

When you are satisfied with your work on his face, you tap the boy's arm lightly and his eyes snap to yours. “Lift your shirt so I can see,” you ask him, not making eye contact. When he doesn't move, your eyes lock with his. “Please, J,” you beg, in a quiet voice, “I need to see.”

The blonde knows he will never be able to say no to you, especially when you ask him that way, so he gingerly lifts his shirt over his head, tossing it to the side and wincing when he moves the wrong way.

JJ expects you to pity him. To tell him you're sorry the way everyone does. But you simply stare at his injuries, eyes welling with tears. And this, JJ decides, makes him feel infinitely worse.

Your hand reaches out to trace the large, purple-black bruises. JJ shivers at the touch of your soft hands on his skin.

He grabs your hand suddenly, pulling it up to his lips. “I'm sorry,” he says, voice cracking. “I'm sorry I dragged you into this.”

“Hey, hey, hey,” you say, using the hand not in JJ’s to run through his hair. “None of that, okay? I'm here because I want to be. And I will always be. No matter how many times you try to push me away.”

You feel hot tears on your hand and you quickly slide between his legs, pulling him back into your chest, careful of the bruises on his ribs.

“I love you,” JJ cries into the crook of your neck. “I love you more than anything else in this fucked up world.”

“Shh,” you say softly. “I know, lovie, I know. I love you too. Endlessly.”

JJ pulls back at your words, just enough so that he can look into your eyes.

You used to think your favorite color was purple. When you were ten you painted your entire room purple and even bought purple bedding. But the moment you looked into JJ’s cerulean eyes, it instantly became your new favorite color.

JJ looks from your eyes to your lips before leaning forward to kiss you.

The kiss was soft and passionate explaining every emotion the two of you were feeling. No matter how many times the two of you kissed, your heart raced like it was the very first time. 

Pulling away for air, JJ rests his forehead on yours. 

“What happened today, J?” you ask in a quiet voice. 

JJ bites his lip, leaning back slightly. His first instinct is to tell you that nothing happened and that he's okay, but JJ knows you wouldn't believe him for a second. So he recalls his day, telling you every detail. Just knowing that you know, makes JJ’s heart feel a little less heavy. “A-and I bought you these flowers from the florist on main, y-y'know the ones you love, and I couldn't even bring them to you,” he says sadly.

You caress his cheek. “Love, I don't care about the flowers, all that matters is that you're okay,” you assure him, honesty evident in his voice. “And as for your father, you are staying here or at my house from now on and the next time I see that son of a bi-”

JJ cuts you off, grabbing your hands. The last thing he ever wants is his father hurting you. “(Y/N), no,” he says, the vulnerability in his voice evident. “You need to promise me that you won't confront him. I don't want you getting hurt.”

You sigh, knowing how important this is to the blonde boy. “Only if you promise not to go back there unless I'm with you,” you compromise with him.

He nods, kissing your forehead gently. “Can we please go to bed,” JJ asks and you can hear the sleepiness in his voice. Nodding, you help JJ off the counter and the two of you walk to the spare room in the chateau. The two of you climb into the bed. You are still in your clothes from the day, but that is the last thing on your mind.

JJ moves his arms to wrap around your middle but you gently push his shoulder back. “Turn around, J,” you tell him quietly. You know that JJ secretly loves to be the little spoon and you secretly love to be the big spoon. He would never openly ask you to spoon him, but you can read his body language like a book.

He rolls to his other side and you wrap an arm around his bare middle, careful not to hit any of his bruises. You nuzzle your nose into the back of his tanned shoulder, breathing in his scent deeply.

“I love you (Y/N)” your boyfriend whispers, his hand reaching to hold your hand that is tracing his chest. “Thank you for being here.”

You press a soft kiss to his shoulder blade. “Always, JJ,” you tell him earnestly. “I love you more than anything.”

The blonde boy falls asleep in your embrace, feeling truly safe for the first time that day.

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