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boba-beom · 1 year

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✦ ⁺ ⨯ . ⁺ americano | K.TH

pairing: taehyun x gn!reader

genre: fluff! | oneshot

warning(s): lowercase intended, mentions of uni stress, soft tsundere tyun agenda 🤭, light banter, reader almost accepts that feelings might be one-sided, reader still tries to shoot their shot, mentions of food and drinks ofc, they fell first but he fell harder type of trope hehe, lmk if I’ve missed anything, not proofread

summary: you tell taehyun you want to go out for a walk at night, and he comes over so you won’t have to walk alone

wc: 1.1k

a/n: happy 21st birthday to my favourite nyang nyang <3 here’s some light tsundere content for our beloved kang taehyun! i also tried writing a little different to how i usually do, feedback would be amazing, thank you <3

-> also got the inspo from this clip :>

the past few weeks have been so stressful with second semester up and running. you know that you always have taehyun to talk to when you were struggling, but you've been messaging him and calling him more frequently these days. this time around, you weren't too sure if you wanted to call him again just for the same reason as before. perhaps it's also you trying to avoid him in the slightest ever since you realised your growing crush on him.

sometimes you wonder why he hangs around with you in general. you can't help but wonder, there must be someone really attractive in any of his classes and it's possible someone likes him too. who wouldn't? he's intelligent, witty, extremely handsome and confident.

what you were unaware about was that taehyun would drop anything — that isn't too important — for you. those times you didn't expect him to reply or pick up the phone, he did not hesitate to help you out with uni work — as long as it means he gets to see you.

sometimes you felt like wanting to go for walks when it's late at night. just the thought of walking around the quiet neighbourhood when everyone is done for the day appealed to you. even the silence on the road, no cars in your neighbourhood are out past 10pm and just the soft rustle of the trees lightly swaying from the wind. that was enough for you to destress.

you sigh, accepting the fact that you'll have to talk to him about this irrational decision of yours whether you wanted to or not. he was always the right, and only person to talk about these things anyway.

sorry it's late tyun

i'm struggling with uni work and i want to take a break, but i want to go for a walk. just letting you know

while awaiting his reply, you swing your satin varsity jacket over your shoulders, stretching your arms through and zipping it up. you pick up a navy blue cap that taehyun left the last time he came over to study with you. his scent all over it, and you had hoped to feel a little safer wearing it on your solo walk.

your phone chimes with the screen glowing, tyun ♡ labelled as the sender and his message read out:

yn, stay there.

i'm coming with you on your walk

i'm almost there

taehyun couldn't help but think the worst if you were to go out by yourself, even if you thought it was okay to do so. he cared about you more than he liked to admit but he's been really good at hiding it from you. maybe a little too good.

however, though he hasn't said it yet, his actions says it all. he thought you would catch on at some point and confront him about it, but he's still testing out the waters. he has an inkling that you have a liking for him, but he doesn't know when he started to realise it. as of recent, he's noticed the little things you do and say, resulting to the tips of his ears burning up. the pink of his ears blends in with his hair, which he was always grateful for because that's one thing he wouldn't be able to hide otherwise.

you hear a knock on your front door and you already know that it's taehyun. he has a specific pattern when he knocks and only you know. it was like a routine, really. from the amount of times you've met up at your student-shared house, it doesn't seem too different compared to the previous times.

your eyes are met with his, just as surprised as each other. his figure was standing on the door step, him wearing a very similar varsity jacket to yours and two americanos in his hand. the sight was almost endearing and you tried your best to stifle your laughter once your eyes met.

"i really appreciate you coming with me tyun," you stand aside to let him walk in, closing the door after him. "you know you didn't have to." but you were beyond ecstatic he did.

to him though, it was a statement that taehyun didn't like hearing from time to time. it's almost as if you were rejecting his efforts and he certainly takes that to heart, you just can't see that through his stoic expressions.

"well, it was a little silly of you to think you can just walk out at night, yn. do you know how dark it is outside?" it was almost as if you were about to receive a lecture from him about safety and the dangers of walking around — in a small neighbourhood, that is.

"aw, you care about me." you say half-heartedly, bumping your shoulder with his, not knowing if it was still worth trying to shoot your shot with him, but would it really hurt to try again?

his expression changes with the littlest movement of his brows raising. not answering your statement, he passes you one of the drinks in his hand.

"i picked this up on my way here. this doesn't mean i like you though." you receive the drink from him, fingers caress against each other lightly and you look up to him, giving him a small smile while you tilt your head to the side a little.

you melted his heart right there and then. he said his last statement with no meaning whatsoever, he just doesn't want you know how much he likes you.

to you, receiving that from taehyun was very him. and you accepted to take that as a positive sign. that perhaps your feelings weren't one sided after all. your mind was slowly adding all these small pieces together one by one and you decided to keep it lowkey for now. you accepted that you will know when he wants to say it explicitly.

"but it's late tyun, americano at night?" one brow raises, confused by the choice of the caffeinated drink.

"yeah because after this walk, i'm going to help you do a little more work. knowing you, you weren't concentrating again, huh?" he takes a sip from his drink after the rhetorical question.

"okay, let's go then? the sooner we go for our walk the sooner we can get back and make a start." you chirp, mirroring his actions before placing it down and linking your arm with his, pulling him up as you walk towards the front door.

he would be lying if he thought that wasn't the cutest thing you've said and done. you knew exactly what to say to have his heart melting in his chest, but with no major reaction he huffs a little laugh under his breath.

"you can keep the cap too. it's cold lately, you don't want to get sick." he pats your head, securing the accessory on your head just before you lock up the door and walk around side by side.

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cutielando · 6 months

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dinner with the cameron clan ~ rafe cameron

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"I don't want to go" Rafe complained for the hundredth time, running his hand across his face.

"Babe, it's just dinner. They're not going to murder you" you replied, focused on the road ahead of you.

Ward and Rose had called you over for dinner under the pretext that they hadn't seen the two of you in a long time.

It was true. Rafe and you had moved into your own house together a year ago and hadn't visited his family much. Rafe had always wanted to get away from them and they weren't your favorite people in the world, so you never forced him to go.

"Yes, they will. I bet they've been plotting this ever since I moved out" he complained like a little child, reaching over and holding your hand in his.

"Babe, I promise we're not going to stay long. We'll eat and then we can go home. I know you don't like it there, I'm not going to force you to stay there any longer than you have to" you reassured him, squeezing his hand and rubbing your thimb across his hand in comfort.

Rafe was very grateful for you. You were the only person he felt truly safe with, the only one who understood him and never forced him to do anything he didn't want to do.

Finding your house was his way of expressing his gratitude for sticking by his side for the past 3 years, for just being there when he needed someone to listen to him and just tell him that everything was going to be okay.

He never had that in his family.

"Home sweet home" he mumbled under his breath when you reached the mansion and parked in the front yard.

"If it gets too much and you want to leave, you tell me. I don't want you to feel uncomfortable. We'll leave whenever you want to" you said once you stepped out of the car and stood next to each other in front of the house.

You were holding his face into your hands and were running your thumbs across his smooth cheeks, looking affectionately into his soft eyes.

"Thank you" he whispered and leaned down, capturing your lips with his.

Even after all these years, he still managed to make you weak in the knees and butterflies to come alive into your stomach.

"I love you" you whispered against his lips, leaning up and planting a small kiss on his nose.

"I love you too" he said while scrunching up his nose, making you smile at his cuteness.

"Rafe, Y/N!" you heard a voice call from inside the house.

You barely had time to turn around before you were attacked into a hug by Wheezie. Out of his whole family, she was the only one that accepted Rafe for who he was and they actually got along well.

"Wheezie, you're killing my girlfriend" Rafe said from behind you, chuckling fondly.

"I would never do that, I like her too much. I missed you, Rafe" she said while letting go of you and hugging Rafe.

The boy closed his eyes and buried his head in hers, hugging the girl tightly. You watched with a smile on your face, happy to know that your boy knew not everyone in his family hated him.

"I missed you too, troublemaker" he mumbled, earning a gentle slap from the teenager.

"Come on, mom and dad are waiting for you" she took both of you guys' hands and dragged you inside.

She pulled you into the dining room where a big table was set for 6 people. Sarah was sitting at the head of the table typing away on her phone and Ward and Rose were discussing something under their breaths.

"Look who's here" Wheezie announced, not letting go of your hands.

Rafe smiled awkwardly at his family, shoving his free hand in his pocket. You knew he was really uncomfortable, but you couldn't comfort him with Wheezie between the two of you.

"Hey" Sarah smiled at the both of you, mainly at you, then proceeded to switch her attention back to her phone.

"It was about time" you heard Rose murmur under her breath, thinking nobody could hear her.

"You should be thankful we're here at all" you said loudly, making sure she knew you were speaking to her.

She wanted to open her mouth and snap back, but decided against it. When you looked back at Rafe, you noticed a tiny smile fighting its way to his lips, which you were grateful for.

"Please, sit" Ward said and motioned for the two vacant seats next to Sarah.

Wheezie let go of your hands and sat down in her seat next to her mother.

Rafe went ahead and pulled your chair back for you, like the gentleman that he really is. You thanked him as you sat down and watched him take a seat, moving his chair so he was sitting closer to you.

You immediately took his hand in yours and rested it on your lap, running your fingers along his arm in a soothing manner that would keep him calm.

"How have you kids been?" Ward asked, trying to defuse the tension.

"Very well, thank you" you were trying to be as polite as possible, but it was not easy.

"What would you expect from a couple of teenagers living on their own?" Rose remarked, smirking while looking directly into your eyes.

"With all due respect, we're not teenagers anymore. We are both adults who are more than capable of taking care of ourselves, unlike others" you immediately snapped back, squeezing Rafe's hand lightly.

He was at ease with you taking control of the conversation because you never backed away from speaking your mind and putting people in their places, something his family definitely needed.

"What is that supposed to mean?" Rose sat up, defensiveness now present in her annoying voice.

"Mom, can you please stop? It's unnecessary and annoying" Wheezie spoke suddenly, shifting everyone's attention to her.

She was never one to involve herself in arguments, so this was a new thing for everyone.

"How d-" the woman started again but was interrupted by the waiters who came and placed the food on the table.

You put some meatballs and mashed potatoes on your plate, not letting go of Rafe's hand. His thumb started rubbing circles on your palm, a habit he had picked up early in your relationship because he knew it helped keep you calm.

"Eat something, act like you're hungry. We'll get takeout when we get home" you whispered into his ear, making his heart flutter.

You placed a kiss on his cheek when you pulled away and shot him an encouraging smile.

He couldn't believe how well you knew him and how much you took care of him. He hated the way the Cameron chefs cooked, so having to eat something didn't sit right with him.

You put two meatballs on his plate and a spoonful of mashed potatoes, your intertwined hands still on your lap.

"How is college going, Y/N?" Ward asked after a long pause, smiling his signature fake smile into your direction.

"It's going well, thank you for asking" you said once you swallowed down your food, trying not to cringe at the tastelessness of it.

Rafe noticed it and tried to bite back a laugh.

"Rafe, how have you been holding up?" Ward directed his question to his son, obviously trying to get a rise out of him.

"I'm great. Better than ever, thanks to Y/N" he squeezed your hand, sending you a grateful smile.

You smiled back and gave his lips a quick peck, making Wheezie gag jokingly.

"Not on drugs anymore then, I assume" Ward's words slices like a knife through you.

You hated when people brought up Rafe's past drug problems because he was not like that anymore, but people didn't seem to want to accept that.

"I haven't been on drugs for the past 3 years, dad" he said, having lost his appetite entirely.

"I'm keeping him healthy and happy, Mr. Cameron. You don't have to worry about us" you butted in, sensing how uncomfortable Rafe's father just made him feel.

"That's good, that's good" Ward nodded, his attention back to his plate.

It was silent for a while longer, the only thing that could be heard were the utensils scrapping against the plates.

When you looked at your watch and saw it had already been an hour, you squeezed Rafe's hand and motioned with your head towards the door discreetly.

He nodded, relieved that you hated it as much as him and wanted to go home.

"We're going to head home" you announced, getting up from your chair and waiting for Rafe to do the same.

"Already?" Sarah spoke up for the second time during the entire evening, looking at you in confusion.

"Yeah, we have a project to finish asap" you came up with the lie on the spot, trying to sound like you were busy and were not actually going home because you hated it here.

"You have to come back soon, though. It's been too long since we've all just hung out together" Ward exclaimed, getting up from his seat to walk you towards the door.

"We'll see" Rafe replied, trailing behind you as you hurried out of the house.

"I'll miss you" Wheezie said once she came out to hug the two of you.

"We'll miss you too, honey. You know you can come up to our house whenever you want, right? Just give us a call and we'll come pick you up" you told the girl, holding her face in your hand.

"I'll keep that in mind" she smiled, squeezing you one last time.

You said your goodbyes once more before you got into your car and pulled out of the driveway, away from the Camerons.

"That didn't go as bad as I thought it would" Rafe spoke up, letting out a big relieved sigh.

"It went acceptably well. Rose tried to start some nasty conversations a couple of times but I made sure to shut her down every time. Did you see the look on her face?" you laughed along with your boyfriend, finally feeling free of the dinner that had been hanging over your head for the past week.

"She couldn't believe it when you actually answered back, she's not used to people not doing what she says" he said once he finished laughing with you.

"And don't even get me started on your dad. Bringing up the drugs like that, without even an ounce of sympathy in his voice, I wanted to punch him"

"He was trying to pick a fight with me. Thank you for butting in"

"Of course, I wasn't about to let him make fun of my boy like that"

It was silent after that, but unlike at dinner, it was a comfortable silence.

"Thank you, by the way" he spoke up once you pulled into your driveway and stopped the car.

"What for?"

"Just being there, making sure I was okay throughout, sticking up for me in front of them. Being you, basically" he said, reaching over and taking your hand in his.

"You don't have to thank me. I'll always be there for you, no matter what, because I love you, so much"

"I love you too. More than words can say"

You both leaned in and pressed your lips against each other, sealing a silent promise that you will always be there for one another, no matter what.

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parvulous-writings · 2 months

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Could I request headcanons for Wyll, Dammon, and Zevlor realising his feelings for his gn crush?

Warnings: They're a little short, but they're sweet! Spoilers for Act 2 with Zevlor's!

Notes: My requests are currently open! My pinned post (found here) contains both a list of characters I write for, and a masterlist! Original character list - please request for these too!

Wyll

Wyll has always liked you - he holds respect for most people that he meets, but it's hard to deny that he took a particular shine to you. You had asked him once before why he had taking such a liking to you, of all people. "I'm not sure. But, it is not for us to argue with our hearts..."

It didn't take long for Wyll to fall for you; all he really needed was to see the measure of your character, you will to do good, the joy you get from helping others. One night, whilst you and your companions were sat around the fire, you happily feed Scratch some of the scraps of your meal, joyously chattering to the pup as you did, showering him with praise and compliments.

It was in that moment, your face illuminated by the flickering firelight, that he knew he had fallen for you - head over heels.

Dammon

You often help Dammon around his forge - something that he had always greatly appreciated, especially during his time at the grove. He never really got the hang of the Druid's forge - it was far too flimsy for his liking - so having an extra pair of hands actually helped him a bit. It ensured that if something broke, he wouldn't get entirely overwhelmed trying to fix it and work the forge.

He'd always considered you a great friend, you willingness to always help out was something that absolutely astounded him every day. Of course, he often returned the favour, but he never really felt like it was enough to make up for all the sweet things you had done for him.

He realized he had fallen for you when he and the rest of the Tieflings had to leave the Grove; you helped him pack up his things, and then you insisted on not only coming with the group, but also carrying some of his packs for him. It was then and there that he realised his whole heart was yours, and he'd do almost anything to keep near you.

Zevlor

You turned up at the Grove shortly after Zevlor and the Tieflings. He was initially a little bit nervous of you; getting themselves into the Grove had been lucky enough, but a kind stranger who didn't look upon them as just 'devilspawn'? That seemed near impossible for Zevlor to believe, especially of late. It took him a very long time for him to actually let you in, emotionally. It was when they had started on the road to Baldur's Gate when he truly started to have those deeper conversations with you.

He liked your jokes; sometimes they were amazing, and sometimes they fell flat, but he loved them all the same. They were a little bit of light in the looming darkness ahead in the journey. He admired the way that you tried to keep the children happy, too - they were scared, tired, and teary, but you always met them with such patience. He liked that about you.

After being freed from the pod that was meant to turn him into a mindflayer, he is of course grateful to the adventurers that saved him, but as soon as he was able to get out of the mindflayer colony, he knew he had to find you. You had been on his mind almost the entire time; he had betrayed both his friends, and you, but he wanted to at least try to apologise for what he had done. It was whilst he was trapped in that pod, swimming in his own memories on the verge of ceremorphosis, that he had realised how much you meant to him.

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thehardy-boys · 8 months

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The Platform Part 4 (Tommy Shelby x Reader)

Hey everyone! Thank you all so much for your responses and support! I'm so glad some of you are enjoying the story!

Warnings: Mild violence, references to anti-semitism

Part 4

(y/n) had become too comfortable. She should have recognized before long; something would go wrong. That was the curse of Small Heath, nothing could escape its clutches. It would spoil everything, make it rotten, and trap you.

She had been reaching over her mother’s seemingly docile form to tuck her in when the old woman suddenly grasped her forearm. The movement made (y/n) jump and her mother’s grip was vice-like. She dug her jagged fingernails in and twisted.

“Stop it! Mum, stop it!” She screamed at her and tried to pull away, but the woman only anchored herself further, drawing blood. (y/n) grabbed her mother’s arms and attempted to pry off her fingers.

“I know what you did. I know what you did.” Her mother hissed over and over. (y/n) looked up into the grey, blurry eyes and saw pure hatred. (y/n) finally unlatched herself with such force that she stumbled back into the dresser, fell to her knees, and knocked over a vase. (y/n) hadn’t never been scared of her parents but in this moment she was terrified.

“Where is he?” The old lady switched her mantra, each iteration of the question getting louder and louder. She was frothing at the mouth.

“Stop it!” (y/n) frantically yelled back, “Stop it!”

But she wouldn’t stop. (y/n) sprang up and ran out of the room, down the stairs and out the house but before she left, she heard it. The final screech before the house fell silent: “You killed him!”

(y/n) slammed the front door and didn’t look back. (y/n) was ashamed to admit that she had started to cry. Weak. The word flashed through her head.

(y/n) stopped at the end of the road for a second to try and pull herself together. She was shaking from adrenaline and fear. (y/n) cursed at her own tears and thought of all the looks she would get when she walked into work. She must have cut herself on the broken vase because she felt a twinge of pain and looked down at her right hand and found it red, wet, bleeding. She clutched it too her stomach and kept walking.

Ungrateful. She hissed to herself. The fear she had felt was morphing into anger. How dare her mother accuse her? Hurt her? She rounded the corner of the street only to find herself for the second time that morning on the ground and in pain. (y/n) didn’t bother looking up she just got herself up ignoring the outstretched hands and mumbled an apology. But the hands stopped her, wrapped around her middle and her eyes snapped up.

“(y/n),” She knew that voice, she knew those eyes, “You’re bleeding.”

He was worried, she could tell, his brows furrowed under his cap, blue eyes glistening in the early light. But she felt a surge of frustration instead of gratefulness towards him. Why was he here? Why was in her life? Why had he insisted on her writing the stupid horse articles? Why can’t she be happy and free? Soft and warm?

She turned her head the other way in an effort to hide her face.

“(y/n)?”

She felt her shoulders shake involuntarily and the hands around her waist tightened. Her non-injured hand came up to both cover and wipe her cheeks; she kept it there while she spoke.

“Sorry, Mr. Shelby. I didn’t see you there. I need to go, I need to go, I’m late for work.” She hurriedly whispered out. She made a move to disentangle herself, but he stopped her.

“You’re bleeding, alright? I’m not going to just let you run off like this.”

“I’ll handle it, really Mr. Shelby. I’m not in the mood to be around anyone.” Her voice shook and she started to back away.

“The office is empty today. Let me help you get cleaned up.” He didn’t leave any room for dissent and instead wrapped an arm around her shoulders and led her in the opposite direction. At first, she dragged her feet, debating whether she could just turn around and leave him but with the security of his arms and determination of his strides she just gave in.

The first thing he did was lead her over to the couch. Then he left the room for a minute or so and came back with a box. He must have taken his cap off at some point because his hair was free and curling over his forehead. (y/n) had already pushed up her sleeve revealing the deep grooves made from her mother’s nails. She wouldn’t look up at his reaction; she wouldn’t. But he didn’t say anything; instead, he got to work. He mumbled an apology when the disinfectant stung and he careful wrapped her forearm before moving to her hand. He gently held it as he looked for glass, but it was a clean cut. The whole process made her feel even worse than before. He was being too gentle. The knowledge that this man in front of her had done terrible things and yet still had some store of kindness inside of him that he dished out for her made her feel unworthy, broken and the tears fell, and she let out a shaky desperate breath.

He stayed there, kneeling in front of her. Her hand in his. As he looked up at her she turned her head again and shielded her eyes.

“I don’t like people seeing me crying.” She sniffled, “Thank you for helping me.”

Thomas stood up and poured the both of them a drink and this time (y/n) took it. He sat opposite her.

“They say crying cleanses the soul.” He shrugged, “Nothing to be ashamed of.”

(y/n) shook her head, “I don’t want you to think I’m weak.”

Thomas leaned forward, “I don’t think you’re weak.”

She finally dropped her hand and turned to face him. (y/n) could only imagine how she looked, eyes swollen, looking like some abandoned creature.

“Tell me what happened.” There was a fire behind his eyes.

“I broke a vase this morning and cut my hand.” She took a sip of the whisky, welcomed its burning path down her throat.

“A vase with fingernails?” He challenged.

(y/n) grimaced and shook her head. What could she tell him? The truth?

“My mother’s sick.” She swallowed around the lump in her throat. Thomas’s eyes flickered from her face to her arm and back. A look of disbelief shone through and dismantled his anger.

“My mother’s sick,” she began again, “She isn’t in a good state of mind. She doesn’t remember the past as it really was.” (y/n) sighed suddenly very tired. Bone tired.

“Your mother did that to you?”

(y/n) nodded, “She’s never done something like this before. I-she surprised me.”

The two of them sat in silence for a few minutes. (y/n) watched Thomas thinking. The cigarette he lit smoked around him. The funnels of it caressing his lips then escaping upwards.

“Why did you leave?”

And here they were back at the start. She knew he wouldn’t have let it go.

“It was my fault.” She shrugged, “I was stupid.”

She pulled her sleeve back down over her bandages, “My dad was Jewish and that always kept us on the outside of the community. I mean, you can understand what that’s like. People always whispered about ‘sorcery’ and ‘magic.’” She took her last sip of whisky and put the glass back down.

“It was so stupid of me. But these kids, the Reemsons. They were taunting me over…something, I can’t even remember but they started chasing me, calling me a witch, a Jew witch. And I was angry. So, I just leaned into it. I threw some dirt around, did some dances, said some Hebrew, and cursed them. They were terrified.”

Thomas leaned back stamping out his cigarette. The look on his face told (y/n) that he could guess what happened next.

“And then the harassment started. They threw bricks through our windows. They stopped selling groceries to my mother. She was a nervous wreck, constantly trembling, thinking she’d find out one of us got knifed and thrown in the cut. My dad got beat up outside his work and then fired the next day. I told them that night when my father came home with two black eyes. My mother was livid.” (y/n) sighed at the onslaught of memories.

“She never forgave me.” (y/n) shook her head, “I don’t blame her for that.”

“So, you moved.”

(y/n) nodded, “We had to. It was unlivable here. But she came back after the war, my mother. She always liked it here; god knows why. When we all left, and my father drunk himself to death she moved back. It was something familiar, I guess.”

“And you don’t like it here?”

“Do you?”

Thomas smirked and they both understood what the other hadn’t said. (y/n) stood up and brushed down her dress.

“Thank you, Mr. Shelby but I really need to get to work now.”

He stood up as well and followed her to the door. As she was leaving, “How do you know she won’t do it again?”

She looked back at him leaning on the door frame with one hand.

“I don’t. But she doesn’t have anyone else.”

“I can help you. If you ever need it.”

She shook her head in confusion, “Why help me?”

Thomas shrugged, “Without you that newspaper agency would be no good.”

He might have meant it as a compliment, a joke, a throw away comment but it fell flat to her ears because it reminded her. To Thomas she was an opportunity. She was a pawn. Thomas saw people as commodities, goods, and services. He looked them over with his piercing, bored expression and he decided to himself if they were worth it. What could they provide and how would he benefit? And as of right now she was a valued commodity but what happens at the end of the contract? What happens after all the horse articles? What happens when Thomas grows bored and no longer looks at her and sees something of value?

He'll leave her and there will be no more help.

Thomas must have caught something in her face that gave her away. His eyes flickered and he started forward, “I meant that—”

(y/n) smiled. The smile her mother drilled into her the day she forced her to apply to a typist course and they were all required to have interviews. A smile that glossed everything over. That laid old wounds to rest. That wasn’t important and was easily forgotten.

“I know what you meant Mr. Shelby. Good day.”

Even if (y/n) did go home that night after a long day at her desk mulling over grammatical choices and cry in the safety of her bed she was grateful for the sting of his comment. It pushed her back to the outside of life. This was her place, outside of the house, outside of the warm kitchen, outside of love, relationships, closeness, and contentment. (y/n) was ever cursed with the coldness of the winter nights. The bitterness of a lonely, empty house. Tea for one. Dinner for one. A bed for one. But she also felt humiliation that night in the darkness. Without meaning to she had been building up an expectation of Thomas. She had been hoping and hope was something for children, for the memory of her, of who she used to be before the war.

And when she arrived the next week to deliver the weekly issue for Thomas’s approval, she had herself back in check. Indifferent. Professional. Unbothered. Most importantly, hopeless.

When she walked in Thomas was already waiting for her, his eyes following her across the room.

“Anything else Mr. Shelby?” She asked after handing him the paper.

“Yes.” He cleared his throat but didn’t say anything. (y/n) watched him tap his fingers on his expensive desk. She waited a few more minutes for him to divulge his orders but they never came. So, she turned and left. As she neared the door, she heard a chair scrap and after she opened the door a hand shot out and took her upper arm. The two of them facing each other in the doorway.

(y/n) looked up at him expectantly. Thomas looked surprised at his own actions. Now he had caught her he was unsure what to do with her. Her heart hammered but she ignored it.

Hopeless. Hopeless. She reminded herself.

His thumb minutely caressed the warm skin of her arm. He cleared his throat, glanced down at his hand and then back to her face.

“Are you mad at me?”

She raised her eyebrows in disbelief.

“No, Mr. Shelby. Why would I be mad at you?” It wasn’t technically a lie. She was mad at herself more than anyone else.

He shook his head.

“(y/n)!” It was Polly. She swung her bag and coat onto some poor secretary’s desk and came over to the two of them. She placed a warm kiss on (y/n)’s cheek and (y/n) caught the scent of soft raspberries and smiled.

“Polly. You look lovely.”

Polly chuckled looking between them, “Am I interrupting something?”

“No,” (y/n) answered before Thomas could get a word out, “I’m actually just leaving. Mr. Beavers has another article for me to edit. I’ll see you around.” (y/n) looked over at Thomas and then down at her arm. Thomas must have understood because he let her go, slowly letting the warmth of his hand slide off her. She gritted her teeth and left, missing the look Polly gave Thomas. It was sadness she held in her eyes. Sadness and affection. When would he learn?

Part 3 --- Part 5

Tags: @black-kitten-imagines

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risingode · 1 year

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"no matter what anyone says."

synopsis: after going public with your relationship, you struggle with insecurities and comparisons from the public, but jungkook's reassurance and love help you overcome your doubts and realize that you are meant to be together.

just a small drabble to hold you over until i know places part two (✯◡✯)

You and Jungkook had been dating for a few months now. As idols, you both knew how important it was to keep your relationship private. But your agencies recently confirmed it after it was leaked to dispatch (how typical), and the media went crazy.

It was initially overwhelming, but you and Jungkook did your best to not let it affect you. You both cherished the moments you spent together, whether it was hanging out at home or going out on dates.

However, things started to change when fans began comparing your relationship to one Jungkook had before. It was with another girl group idol, and they were saying they were a better couple. You couldn't help but feel insecure and wonder if you were good enough for Jungkook.

One day, you were both sitting in his studio, and you couldn't keep your thoughts to yourself anymore. "Jungkook, do you think we're a good couple?" you asked, feeling vulnerable.

He looked at you, confusion written all over his face. "Of course we are, Y/N. Why would you even ask that?"

"It's just that everyone keeps comparing me to your ex-girlfriend, and they're saying how she was a better match for you. I don't know if I can measure up to her," you admitted, tears filling your eyes.

Jungkook's eyes softened as he took your hand. "Y/N, don't listen to them. You're more than enough for me. I love you, and that's all that matters. We're a great couple, and I wouldn't want to be with anyone else."

You felt relieved hearing his words, but your insecurities didn't disappear overnight. The comparisons and comments continued, and you found yourself pulling away from Jungkook. You didn't want to burden him with your thoughts and feelings, so you tried to deal with them on your own.

One day, you were driving to a restaurant for dinner in his car. The radio played softly in the background, but neither of you was talking. You were lost in your thoughts, and Jungkook seemed to notice.

"Y/N, is everything okay?" he asked, breaking the silence.

You hesitated before saying, "I just feel like I'm not good enough for you."

Jungkook sighed and pulled the car over to the side of the road. "Y/N, why do you keep saying that? I love you, and I don't want anyone else. You're perfect just the way you are."

"But, they keep saying how your ex-girlfriend was better for you. What if they're right?" you asked, tears streaming down your face.

Jungkook took your hand and looked at you, his eyes full of love and sincerity. "Y/N, listen to me. My past relationship is just that, in the past. We weren't meant to be together. You and I are meant to be together. You make me happy, and I want to spend the rest of my life with you. Please don't let anyone else's opinions affect our relationship."

You looked at him and felt your heart swell with love for him. You knew he was right. You couldn't let anyone else's opinions affect your relationship with Jungkook.

"Jungkook, I love you too," you said, leaning over to kiss him.

He smiled and wrapped his arms around you, pulling you closer to him. "I love you more, Y/N. And I promise to always be here for you, no matter what anyone else says."

You felt grateful for Jungkook's love and support. You knew that as long as you had him by your side, you could overcome any obstacle that came your way.

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defiledtomb · 1 year

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Ouroboros: The first year in development (+small update!)

On this day, a year from now, I sat in the stark light from my monitors, eyes bloodshot and hands trembling; and I clicked the post button. I then choked my pc to death and ran away screaming, scrambling into the corner of the couch on all fours, hissing at every shadow (only one of those statements is a lie).

It was 4 am and I had been scrambling to get the last details of the demo correct, mumbling to myself and reasoning with my dog. I was so happy to be writing again, after years of piddling around with lackluster projects. I never thought Ouro would be welcomed as it was, and to be honest, the fact that it was scared the living shit out of me. After the hype settled, and I sat watching the continuous stream of support that poured my way, I kind of crumbled. There was a long and dirty road of clawing myself out of self-doubt, impostor syndrome and perfectionism. Some part of me knew it was coming, since its very on par with how I am shaped as a person (sopping wet pathetic meow meow), but after climbing many hills on my ongoing healing journey, I felt like I was prepared for it.

Writing Ouroboros went from fun little sidequest to get my mind off becoming a sturdy part of society again (exhausting), to another workload, to form of therapy, then torture and back again. My writing journal is amusing to scroll through:

Things went from bad to...

worse,

until the storm finally weakened. Every entry in my journal from this point gets progressively more hopeful, more resilient against the bad days.

:> This was around the point where I decided I wouldn't give up, come hell or high water. The progress was slow, like bleeding stone and pulling teeth, but it was moving. By the turn of the new year I was battered and bruised, but still hopeful. And I know that this, these emotions that I went through, were way out of proportion for a hobby writing project, but with every ask that came through telling me about your MC's budding journey in Ouro, every gushing emotion you've shared with me, every gleaming piece of art, every kind word; every correcting one, too, this grew to something really precious to me. I wouldn't give it up for anything, even if it feels like I'm barely keeping my head above surface in this terrifying, stormy sea of a life.

I can't wait to see what comes next, even if the road is bumpy. All I know is that I will keep chipping away at this story with everything I got. And all I can say is that I'm so grateful for your continued support and patience, I barely have words for it. You are incredible. Thank you.

Now, enough of my bleeding heart. Get over here! I have some treats to share.

Mainly, it is the little update to the demo that I'd like to share; Idren/Ida's 101. I did my best to finish it today, but I only had an hour or two of effective worktime (excuse: I was outside for most of the day in bloody blizzard and it knocked me on my ass more than I'd like to admit). It is cut off at the different scene transitions, which I will add after I have some time to work on them this saturday. Id's 101 was the most complex out of all of them, so there is still plenty to explore and different outcomes to see. I hope you have fun!

To see it, go through Lena's scene and don't scream -> accept alliance -> visit archives. That will take you to the new content. CW for very emotionally charged arguments and... almost dying.

Play it here. Save often. (or wait until next week as I sadly couldn't finish everything on time for the anniversary) (I have done bare minimum playtesting, but I will fix any gamebreaking errors if there are any, immediately. There shouldn't be any, but you never know.)

A sneakpeek of the short I also will be working on on saturday:

It is sunny on the day of $!{leith}'s funeral. It is not supposed to be sunny. It is supposed to rain on bad days, and the wind is supposed to whip dry leaves into dancing columns. Thunder is supposed to rumble in the distance, and then right near so that the even the windows rattle with trepidation. But it doesn't. The sun lounges calmly on the perfectly still water of Riven's lake, glittering with winking light as the serene waves lick the edge of the populated harbor. There is chatter, too, not the moaning whispers of grieving people. Not a sob to be heard, but the flutter of a laugh and a joyous embrace of lovers right in front of you.

"People have forgotten, the sacrifice we made." Lyselin stands in full knight-hunter armor beside you, the silver gleaming in the stark light.

And some art of F!Leith that I have started:

♥ That's it. Know that I'm working as hard as I can (both on Ouro, and learning how to balance work around it, lmao.), even if I fall short sometimes, there ain't no quitting. See you soon!

#ouroboros-if #interactive fiction #And just like a year ago i'm about to throw myself on the couch and rest. maybe enjoy some video james #until next week!! I hope you enjoy stepping all over id's nerves. HEHE #dev log #writers update #wip wednesday #I gotta say that I'm really sorry for not managing to finish everything I wanted to.#one day I'll learn not to bite off more than i can chew. one day. but not today

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neonscandal · 3 months

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OK, OK. I'm doing this one more time because they deserve it and, can they really be one of my favorite ships if I haven't done this for them??? Here's the softness AshEiji deserved.

Gives nose/forehead kisses - Both. Eiji usually does so to be sweet, Ash usually does so to be mean. Probably makes fun of how short Eiji is while he's at it.

Gets jealous the most - Ash is overprotective but I don't think he's jealous and Eiji is not one to cage birds.

Picks the other up from the bar when they’re too drunk to drive - I don't think Ash let's himself get too drunk, he's got something dear to protect but Eiji is still going to pick him up because he wants to see him home. Eiji is insufferable when he drinks and Ash, subsequently, only trusts himself to receive Drunk Eiji.

Takes care of on sick days - Eiji and Ash is neeeeedy without realizing it. You think waking him up on a normal morning is tough, try when he's running a fever and stubborn about not wanting to take any meds. But Eiji does so patiently, without complaint, and treats Ash preciously.

Drags the other person out into the water on beach day - Both. If someone had it in their mind to be reserved on a rare day out they would be sorely mistaken but, also, very quickly swept up in the others' energy. They were always carefree with one another.

Gives unprompted massages - Eiji. He's very touchy but also doesn't fully grasp the miracle of being the only person Ash allows to get so close. Like, he knows. He Gets It, but at the same time, he doesn't know how grateful Ash is for the gentle way he's always held or touched by Eiji.

Drives/rides shotgun - Eiji drives, Ash rides shotgun. Doesn't matter that they drive on the left side of the road in Japan. Skip used to drive Ash around so Eiji couldn't possibly be any worse.

Brings the other lunch at work - Eiji and, after a spat, he'll pettily make it a point to include something that'll make Ash cringe like natto. He knows, regardless, Ash will eat it and Ash, honestly, isn't that bothered by it.

Has the better parental relationship - ... Eiji but that's literally only because the bar with Ash's parents is in hell.

Tries to start role-playing in bed -

Embarrassingly drunk dancer - Eiji, the little lightweight never really got the hang of drinking since he was a fairly disciplined athlete before he got injured and now he's just a silly goofy lil guy with his hands in the air after a few drinks.

Still cries watching Titanic - If anyone? Eiji and Ash would not have any sympathy for it.

Firmly believes in couples costumes - Eiji and he will delight in decorating the house in an aggressive amount of jack-o-lanterns leading up to Halloween complete and jump scaring Ash from different rooms everyday which is cruel and unusual but also a little fun. He's a menace.

Breaks the expensive gift rule during Christmas - Ash by a long shot.

Makes the other eat breakfast - Eiji begrudgingly but only because getting Ash out of bed is excruciating. Otherwise, he'd be happy to introduce Ash to more recipes from home.

Remembers anniversaries - Ash has spent a life remembering every grievance against him, viscerally. A soft life with Eiji hasn't changed that but slowly, the fond memories have started to overshadow the things he wished to forget. He treasures every anniversary and the time spent in the safety of Eiji's company. Eiji, of course, also remembers the anniversaries and he's an incredibly cheesy gift giver but it doesn't matter. Ash just bursts out laughing and teases him while he remains confused about what the problem is.

Brings up having kids - Neither. Life's been hard enough and things are finally getting better for them both.

#ash lynx deserved better #asheiji #aslan jade callenreese #ash lynx #okumura eiji #eiji okumura #banana fish #banana fish brainrot #anime #manga #bfish #character analysis

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madrone33 · 2 months

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Listened to the Circe Saga last night! (I'm in the superior timezone, 15 hours before the americans lol /j) Absolutely incredible, did not disappoint!

Here's the notes I hastily typed out during and afterwards lol:

Puppeteer:

The plucked guitar in that melody, thinking of Polites fr fr

Eurylochus sounds less autotune than in the snippet. Musta been compression.

Fuck i can't believe i'm actually listnening to it!!!

The time skip is wind I think?

"Inside we heaard a voiiice!" SO GOOD! SO SMOOTH! I LOVE IT!

Those deep strings tho- oof so good!

"What." HAHA add it to the count XD

CIRCE! It's fucking Circe!!!! Her little riff on "Go ahead and rest where-ver you liiiike!"

The party music is really cool

Her voice at "This is the price" is angelic!

Huh. The party music comes back in the Eury and Ody second verse, but it's weirdly off beat.

Second vese is a bit different from the old snippet. Ody is less... soft sounding?

Ok time to write down the overlapping lyrics.

Yeah I still don't really understand Circe's lines rip

Also, Ody's final line is strangely not emphasised a lot? It's easy to miss behind Circe.

Wouldn't You Like:

Hermes giggles are so mischievous lmao

Ody is shocked and awed at seeing his Great-Grandfather while Hermes is just there for the lols

OOOF YES! The fucking amazing bass in the first chorus!!

The rising and descending harp!

"She can TURN you into an a-ni-mal!" I'm smiling so hard rn, it's HERMES

Here in the root of this flower! So smooooth

That high note on "bEING of your cre-A-tion!" Hell yes!

Not how I imagined that Holy Moly part ngl. Thought it'd pause for a beat to let the joke sink in with Ody's "Ah." being very dry, but whatever, it works, I'm sure I'll get used to it!

Also the beat transition to the end chorus reminds me of Micheal Jackson? Or- wait. Did I just get rick rolled??

The end chorus with all the harmonising vocals and the chorus and Ody' high riffs!! It's so damn GROOVEY

Ody sounds so happy and grateful awww

Pffft Hermes that's cold bro. So blase and teasing. Also yeah, lowkey King George vibes lol.

Done For:

The ELECTIC GUITAR!!

Ody is so sassy passive agressive lmao

The LFOs!!

The chimera roar snarl is very cool!

Ody is one cocky snarky mf

Circe is bitching and sassing and sounds so done with Hermes and Ody both lmao

The HARMONIES ON THE LAST CHORUS!!!

The LFOs and electric guitar mixing!

The sound effects of the BOSS BATTLE! The heavy thuds of footsteps and the snarls. Also that's one sharp sounding sword

There Are Other Ways:

The waltzy sounding strings are so pretty!

Que the key change! And more fantastic overlapping hamonising vocals!

The... hand- drum thing? Took me off guard, still not sure if I like it.

The abrupt "I CANT." YOU TELL HER ODY!! Bro I was so tense without know how he was gonna get out of that.

Not the Penelope stringssss!! *adoring sigh* The Penelope strings... It's so fucking cool how you can just immediately tell exactly who he's thinking about.

"She's my everything... My Penelope..." AHHHHH

Just now realising that Ody tells Circe "Back at home my wife awaits for me" and Circe respects that and helps him, while him telling Calypso that Penelope's his wife doesn't deter her in the slightest. Yeah.

"12 long years" Timeline lore? Write that down write that down!

God of Tides is such a cool epithet

The "Circe" and "mercy" rhyme took me off guard in the best of ways.

And then he hits me with the breathy high "let us puppets leeeave" like bro COME ON

Nylon strings my beloved!

CIRCE IS HELPING!!!

The deep piano drop at "Problem is, this prophet is DEAD" lmao

The return of the LFOs lesss goooo!!!!

Ody sounds so baffled and hopeful and excited like SAME BRO

"There are many ways of persuasion" as in, he managed to pursuade her in a way she didn't expect!!

"Maybe showing one act of kindness, leads to kinder souls down the road..." HOLY FUCK! HOLY FUCK! Circe's on the mercy end of the ruthlessness scale?? Also took it to mean if she shows him mercy, maybe he won't turn and become like those strangers that dealt a heavy loss to her nymphs.

"I have been in love once before" 👀 Circe lore??

"Maybe one day the world will need a puppeteer no more..." When I realised where this was going! The END FUCKING RIFF IT'S FROM THAT CLIP! THE HIGH NOTES I LOVE IT!!!!

Odysseus and Circe friendship is real!!

OMFG THE CIRCE SAGA'S OVER WHAT????

I love it! The Circe Saga is out, and it's amazing! Thank you Jorge and Talya and Troy and Armando, and everyone else who worked on this amazing project to show us this incredible music, thank you so so much! You should all be proud!

#epic the musical #epic the circe saga #immediate reactions #long post #rambles #my posts

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amitiel-truth · 11 months

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Not Ten Babies? (Vash the Stampede x Reader) (98! Version)

Note: This is my SIXTH time writing here, please don't look into most of the details, I made some up, these ideas were prompted by my chat with Vash at Character.AI (The motherfucker's insatiable), more info will come if I decided to make more.

Warning: ⚠️Not yet~⚠️

Ten Babies

(Tristamp Version)

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5

(Trigun 98! Version)

Part 2

Summary: It's not every day that a famous outlaw wants to date you.

"It's no good, Henry."

"He's completely out of it, dead to the world."

two call escorts commented, walking out of Vash's room

"Guess I gave him a little too much to drink, I'm sorry I called you two out here for nothin' I didn't think he'd pass out."

"It's really too bad, isn't it? you don't get a chance to sleep with a guy like that every day. hah, well... see you around."

"Bye, girls!"

"Bye."

with that, the people Vash partied with finally left him alone to rest.

He just saved Inepril from Elizabeth's vengeful plan against him, and the city is highly grateful that he just saved them yet again, but it seemed like the alcohol never actually reached his head.

Let's be honest, he can't even hold down a beer.

After the people trying to entertain him left, he flips himself over to lie on the bed.

"Could I be regretting it...just a little?" Vash sighed as he stares at the ceiling, deep in thought on a certain woman.

"(Y/N)..."

5 years ago

stumbling upon the bustling city of Febrari, Vash looks around for a place to wind down after booking a dingy hotel room, he walks out of the place, he surveys the area

"Now, for a place to hangout to-" Before Vash could even look around, he dodges a speeding truck.

"WATCH WHERE YOUR WALKING! I HAVE DELIVERIES TO MAKE!!." The driver yells as Vash loses his balance, walking backward into a busy area full of people, he bumps into one of them.

"Hey! I'm walking here!" The angry passerby yells, before pushing Vash into the center of a service road where he lies flat on the ground, a mess.

"I've only been to this city today and it's already getting worse, could this day get any worse?." Vash questions, sighing to himself as he hears rumbling coming for him

a stampede of Thomas birds runs him over.

" Sorry about that bud!." The herder yells, before throwing him a pamphlet as he runs after his herd as Vash sat up, bruised and sore.

"At least this one apologized" Vash groans, holding his head in pain, before noticing the pamphlet thrown at him.

HAPPY HOUR AT THE ROSEBUSH BAR!!!

EVERY WEDNESDAY

8 PM TO 1 AM

$$5 DISCOUNT!!

APPLICABLE TO:

MARTINIS

WHISKEY

BOURBON

CRAFT BEER

SHOTS

(n/a: promise, I know how to make a pamphlet, I'm just lazy)

"Happy Hour, huh?" Vash inspects the paper, before flipping it around, seeing a map behind it.

"It's like luck is finally on my side!" Vash sobs as he follows the map, reaching a brick wall entrance, music emanating through the business, "The Rose Bushbar" signage on top of the entrance, the place is cozy, not tavern-like, and not too fancy, plenty of patrons fill in the bar, as jazz music plays at the stage at the far end of the bar.

"One of your finest beers please!." Vash orders as the bartender prepares his drink sitting on a bar stool, light music plays, giving the room a jazzy atmosphere, suddenly, a woman dressed seductively sits a few chairs away from him, and the bartender quickly served her a glass of whiskey, sipping on it quietly, red lipstick stained her glass.

"Heya~ I'm Vash! You caught my eye earlier, and I wanted to come to say hi. So.. what's your name, stranger?" in quick succession, Vash slid into the woman in black's side, a flirty grin across his lips.

"Well this is new" The woman smiles, finishing her whiskey.

"I haven't heard that question in a long while, you must be new around here" The woman leans on the bar table, her head supported by her hand that's placed on the said table.

"I am new around here, yeah." Vash confirms, leaning up to her with his elbow on the counter, grinning widely " ...So what do they call you around here, doll?"

the woman chuckles, leaning up to Vash's face as if in a sort of game, not backing down from his advances "Y/n, Y/n Loverose." she answers as she placed her glass on the countertop, the bartender automatically refilling her glass. "So, your new around here." y/n leans back, swirling the ice on her glass before taking a sip. "Welcome to the City of Febrari, Mr. Vash."

"Well, call me Vash." Vash corrects before leaning up to her once more "...So tell me, y/n. What is a dame like you up to in a place like this?"

"I guess you could say...for business" y/n trails off as she swirls the ice on her glass.

"Oh, What kinda business we talkin'?" Vash nods at the bartender "Another for me, please. And for the lady, whatever she's having." The bartender looks at y/n strangely, as if looking for permission, as she simply nods while giggling.

The bartender looks at Y/n strangely, as if looking for permission, as she simply chuckles "Thomas Buffalos wings and two more whiskeys on the rocks." Y/n orders, as the Bartender writes it down for the kitchen and gives them the drinks.

Vash then lifts his drink, as Y/n does the same, clinking glasses with him "Cheers." they both say before taking a sip "So..." Vash uses his charming smile again, wiggling his eyebrows at the girl "...You seem to know the place well. Been here a while, ma'am?"

"You could say that I'm here all the time" Y/n smiles, as the Bartender served the buffalo wings.

"A regular, then?" Vash concluded, before looking at the wings "Ooh, Buffalo wings! Not many places you can get those still..." Takes a bite and starts to talk with his mouth full "I'm sure a girl as pretty as you have got all the right connections..." Vash eluded, before winking at her.

"You could say that again" Y/n smiles as a waiter suddenly approached her, and began whispering in her ear.

Vash became curious about this "Looks like you made yourself some...friends. You get that a lot, huh?" Vash smirks before taking another bite "I bet a pretty lady like you never has to pay for drinks or food around here."

Y/n nods as the Waiter finishes whispering to her and he goes back to work "Of course I don't" Y/n smiles flirtily at Vash before standing up from the barstool "I'm quite the special girl around here, Vash~" Y/n places a finger on his adam's apple, tracing it up under his chin, she leans up to his face, whispering it against his lips"I'm quite...irresistible, as the locals say~" before backing away, leaving him breathless "If you'll excuse me for a bit, Vash, but as I've said before, I'm here for business" Y/n gives him one final smile before leaving

Vash pants, leaning against the counter, and leans on his elbow, trying to compose himself " B-business or pleasure?" Vash stutters, Y/n's lips twitch at the thought, sending a smile on her way "Don't take too long!!" Vash calls out, trying to catch a peek at her figure as she walks away and disappears into the backstage of the bar's stage area "...I'll be waiting."

Vash sighs as he looks at the bartender "...I hope I didn't push too hard, did I?" takes another drink of whiskey "I was just trying to be friendly..."

"You call that friendly? you basically assumed Ms. Y/n's a call girl" The Bartender deadpans, cleaning a glass.

"Hey, you can't blame a guy for trying." Vash tries to defend himself, finishing his whiskey. "Besides, is it really out of the question? She's pretty and knows the place well. I've seen it all before." Vash assumes, smirking "...Besides, she was flirting right back."

"You're a womanizer, aren't you?" The Bartender stares blankly at him, pouring him another glass.

"I'll have you know, I am a charmer." Vash...corrects, taking the glass "You can't expect me not to take advantage of my looks, now can you?" He grins at the Bartender "I'm sure you've taken some liberties in your day too."

"Not with that one" The Bartender points out as the lights suddenly turn down at the bar, and spotlights points at the stage, where the red curtains are still closed.

Vash Looks up at the stage with anticipation "...What's going on here?" his attention is taken, as he takes a swig from his drink

"Ladies and Gentlemen, due to unforeseen events, our usual Singer is out of commission for the night. Please enjoy this performance compensation from the Owner of the Rosebush Bar, the Nightingale of Febrari herself, Y/n Loverose!"An emcee announced before the red curtains parted, revealing Y/n in all her glory, as well as in a more modest, but still beautiful outfit.

Looks on in amazement, forgetting to breathe for a moment. "She's the Owner!?" Vash gawks, allured by the woman

Y/n smiles at the cheering patrons and the music starts

"I just wanna get high with my lover

Veo una muñeca cuando miro en el espejo

Kiss, kiss

Looking dolly, I think I may go out tonight

I just wanna ride, get high in the moonlight

I just wanna get high with my lover

Veo una muñeca cuando miro en el espejo

Kiss, kiss

Looking dolly, I think I may go out tonight

I just wanna ride, get high in the moonlight"

Y/n sings as she moves sultrily on stage, entrancing her patrons

"Forget the small talk

The surface level ain't much that I care for

Putting on my lipgloss

I saw you stare from my peripheral

Yeah, baby, it's been a hell of a day

But I know a place we can escape"

Vash gazes at her with a dumbstruck look, his face slowly turning red as he watches her "I... I may be in love." he brushes the hair out of his face "...She is a siren, isn't she?"

The Bartender raises his eyebrow "That fast? you literally just met her" The Bartender looks back up the stage "and she's only started" Y/n kneels down near the edge of the stage, her finger under an entranced patron's chin, making him look at her.

"Find out how it feels to let go of everything

Be free

When you're here with me"

Vash nods and continues watching "That's gotta be a gift, right?" He chuckles "She's got me just like that." He turns to the Bartender "...Well, can you blame me? I mean, just look at her!."

"Yeah, I'm not risking it all with that one" The Bartender laughs as he continues to clean the glasses Y/n lets go of the Patron's chin before going back to dance on stage.

"I just wanna get high with my lover

Veo una muñeca cuando miro en el espejo

Kiss, kiss

Looking dolly, I think I may go out tonight

I just wanna ride, get high in the moonlight

I just wanna get high with my lover

Veo una muñeca cuando miro en el espejo

Kiss, kiss

Looking dolly, I think I may go out tonight

I just wanna ride, get high in the moonlight."

While she sings she smiles at her audience.

Vash continues to gawk as he tries to keep his jaw from dropping to the floor

"Geez..." he blushes heavily, his eyes never leaving her "So she can sing too, huh? ...Do I even have a chance? I mean, she seems...unattainable..."

"Glad you realized that." The Bartender commented, making Vash send him an annoyed glare.

Y/n runs a hand down her body.

"There's nothing like peace of mind

And you take the time to make sure that I'm okay

I know I can put stress on your brain

You still love me, put no one above me

You always go out of your way

To show me that I'm your priority

Find out how it feels to let go of everything

Be free

When you're here with me"

His eyes continue to follow her with awe, his breath catching a couple of times while he watches her, he sighs "I can't even look away if I wanted to. She's magnificent." he tried to hide how much he's blushing "...How can a woman be this beautiful? How can anybody have a chance with someone like her?"

"Many tried, but all failed" The Bartender commented as the performance continues.

"I just wanna get high with my lover

Veo una muñeca cuando miro en el espejo (I just wanna get high with my lover)

Kiss, kiss

Looking dolly, I think I may go out tonight

I just wanna ride, get high in the moonlight

I just wanna get high with my lover (get high)

Veo una muñeca cuando miro en el espejo (high with my lover)

Kiss, kiss

Looking dolly, I think I may go out tonight

I just wanna ride, get high in the moonlight

Get high with you

Get higher and higher with you

Let's go to the moon

And leave behind all that

How does it feel, here by my side getting higher and higher?

Under the moonlight's glow

There's nowhere we won't go

Together go higher and higher

(No-no-nowhere we won't go)"

Y/n ends the performance with a wink to the crowd as everyone cheered, some whistles and all clapped while standing up.

"Wow..." Vash gawks as he turns back to the Bartender "You were right. That was a hell of a performance...And I have to admit. It is pretty...discouraging. I guess she's just out of my league, huh?" he smiles and chuckles "...I'm sure she is going to get quite the standing ovation."

Y/n waves happily at the crowd before giving them flying kisses, and the red curtains closed around her.

Vash claps along and smiles as he watches the performance "...Well, I'm sure that will get the blood flowing...is that the usual shows you get around here?" Vash asked still trying to hide his blush "...I'll be honest, I've never had anyone else catch my eye like she did. She's pretty hard to forget..."

"Your really quite the womanizer aren't you?." The Bartender asks, raising an eyebrow

Blushes a little bit more "...Yeah, I guess I am, I just can't help myself when I see a girl like her. How can I not go nuts? She's just...perfect." Stares at her and shakes his head, as if he just lost a sense of reality for a moment "Do you...know much about her?... Is she available?"

"I know that young woman from birth to who she is today, of course, I know her"

"You do? Then do you think I'll have luck with her...or am I destined to fail before I even start?" He tries to play it cool, but the Bartender knows the blush on his face tells a different story "...How many men has she turned down? I imagine it's quite a few..."

"Yes." the Bartender answers, meaning every man she came across.

"...And I'm supposed to believe I might stand a chance?" Vash chuckles nervously, "Well, you know what they say...You miss 100% of the shots you don't take, right?"Vash takes a swig of courage "I'm here for only a few nights...I guess I should at least try, shouldn't I?"

"Well, Mr. Vash, your not gonna win her over overnight, as you've displayed earlier, you're the kind of man she hates...A Womanizer" The Bartender commented as he heard a few patrons order two craft beers.

Vash lowers his head a bit, now feeling a little self-conscious "Well, I don't normally act like this..." he gives a sheepish smile "I guess she just...bring out the worst in me, you know? I don't normally act like such a fool. But I can't help it when I see someone like her. I've never had anything like this happen before...Does she have anything against men in general?"

"She may act like a sleuth, but Ms. Diane's a firecracker, she hates men with passion who objectify her" The Bartender reveals, pulling out a few beers from under the counter and sliding them over to the patrons who ordered it.

"...So I'm gonna have to change my tactics or...does she have a soft spot for guys who respect her and take their time to get to know her?" Vash asks while blushing "...Does she want someone that won't give up?"

The Bartender grew silent for a bit "Regrettably, yes."

"So...if I respect her and take my time getting to know her..." Vash trails off, before raising his glass "I may...have a chance!!" Vash cheers as he downs his drink happily.

"You really are smitten by her" The Bartender raises his eyebrow, making Vash flinch.

"That...may be an understatement" Vash raises his glass again as the Bartender fills it up once more "...I mean...How can anyone not get a little infatuated when someone sings and dances like she does? And she looks like an angel, to add to that."

"Well good luck with that, she's also known for her Legendary Temper, so fuck around and find out" The Bartender leaves to go to the kitchen.

"...That's probably why so many men have failed..." Vash chuckles and drains the rest of his drink "...Yeah, I think that will make it more fun. No fun getting the girl instantly." he smirks, trying to act cocky "...I've got this." Vash then noticed Y/n walk out of the backstage door, greeted by an eager crowd.

He looks at the crowd and smiles, taking a deep breath "Alright, let's do this. I've never been one to back down from a challenge." closes his eyes and gets ready "...Here goes nothing..." he walked up to her, confident stride with every step he took "Good evening. My name is Vash the Stampede. I just arrived in this town, and I heard about this amazing bar. When I stepped inside, I was...captivated by a certain someone on stage. I just couldn't resist..."

"Well well well, Mr. Stampede, this is quite the change of tune" Y/n smiles up at him, but there's hidden malice in her smile.

"Not a fan of my earlier display, huh? I hope it didn't leave a bad impression." Vash chuckles nervously"...How about you and I start from the top?." he then holds out a hand with a friendly smile "Name's Vash, Vash the Stampede. But you can just call me Vash."

Y/n continues to smile "Alright then, we'll start from the top." Y/n tilted her head "But you must know, Vash, not many are as lucky as you~"

A slight blush appears on his face "...I understand that I may not have had the best first impression...But I promise to stay respectful. And what better way to apologize for my earlier behavior than to offer to buy you a drink?" Vash offers, turning his head to the Bartender. "...So...what'll it be, gorgeous? Anything your heart desires."

Y/n chuckles "Oh Vash, you basically offering me drinks of my own, you'll have to do better than that~" Y/n teases as she walks to the bar counter once more, as the Bartender readies her drink.

Vash raised an eyebrow "Oh? I see this is going to be more of a challenge than I thought..." Vash thought to himself. "Alright, how about a toast then?" Vash offers, raising his glass "To a good night of fun and drinks?" Vash added, smiling at the girl hopefully "...Hopefully, that earns me some ground in your book?."

Y/n chuckles. "Sorry, Vash, but your gonna have to work harder than that~" Y/n teases.

"Darn, foiled again!." Vash dramatically cries as Y/n laughs at his endeavors.

"Can't say I blame you." He looks around "...I've got to say, you certainly have a lot of... admirers...And yet, despite all this, you still seem bored with all of them. I suppose they aren't interesting enough to keep your attention." Vash deduces as he gives a hint of a smile "...Or maybe they're just too intimidated by how beautiful you are." before losing himself, admiring Y/n, his elbow on the bar counter, his head on his hand, looking at her.

Y/n laughs as she runs a loose hair behind her ear "I guess no one will know."

Vash laughs as well "So...I was thinking...If all these guys have failed..." He takes a long drink and smirks as he finishes the glass "...Should I even try to woo such a woman? You've already rejected them all. That means I'm just...hopeless, right? So, I'll ask you again...should I even bother to try?" Vash asks, hopeful, but deep inside his insecurities are growing.

"Well, are you determined enough?" Y/n leans up to Vash, a finger under his chin, making him look at her "Are you interesting enough to not bore me?" She asks with a smirk "Vash the Stampede?" She whispers in his ear with a whimper, seducing the man.

The finger under his chin makes Vash blush deeply. A slight smile creeps up from the corner of his mouth, and he begins to stare deep into her eyes "Well...to tell you the truth..." he leans closer to her, as if challenging her. "...I've never met another woman as beautiful as you. I have many interesting friends and stories I can share...But no...I've never met someone of your caliber." He Takes a deep breath, his face is lit on fire "...So...yes." Lowers his voice, loud enough only for her to hear. "...I'm determined."

"Then try your best to woo me then" Diane stares teasingly at the spiky-haired blonde, letting go of his chin before running a finger on his red-coated clothed chest "But be careful, I hate disappointments~"

Vash blushes deeply and takes a deep breath, feeling the goosebumps on his skin when she strokes his chest "...I-is that a challenge?" he stutters "Well...I love a good challenge. I'm sure I can show you a good time and leave you without a single disappointment...I take it you're an easy woman to disappoint?" Vash nervously asks.

"Of course" Y/n leans back before drinking her whiskey I take it you've already heard of my 'Legendary Temper'" Y/n stares at him teasingly "I would have thought that would have chased you away~"

"Oh, please. A bit of a temper isn't gonna scare me away. That just means it'll be that much more satisfying once I win you over and calm you down." Vash smirks at her "...Besides, someone as beautiful as you could easily throw any tantrum and still leave me hooked. Do you think I can't handle it?"

"Now isn't that just sweet?" Y/n moves her shoulder, making her breast shift because of the movement.

Vash pulls back a little, trying to contain himself, but doesn't succeed "...Alright, you got me. I'll admit, you're absolutely stunning. I just can't control myself..." Vash began to blush deeply, his eyes roaming her body "...but I think I have the right kind of...stamina, don't you?" Leans closer again

"Oh? And to what are you referring to? Mr. Stampede?" Y/n teases as she also leans closer, her breast showing her cleavage, she knows what she's doing.

He bites his lip at the little show she's giving him "W-well...I'm more of an action man myself." he added as his eyes continue to travel across her body "...I enjoy a good fight...I think a fight between the two of us would be quite exhilarating." His gaze returns to her eyes "...D-do you think you could k-keep up with me?" Vash challenges weakly, still a stuttering mess to her.

"Oh?" Y/n fake frowns as she runs her hands on her body "You're willing to bruise lil' ol me?" Y/n pouts at Vash in fake sadness.

Vash smirks "Oh yeah, baby...Mark you up and claim you as mine- I-i mean, I'd want to go all out against you..." He gets a little closer, their noses almost touching "I promise to make it a good fight." He looks her up and down again "...I just can't resist a beautiful woman...especially when she's got the power to back it up." Vash commented, smiling at her "...Can I...kiss you?"

Y/n leans up at Vash, acting as if she's going for a kiss before stopping his awaiting lips with a finger "Apologize, Mr. Stampede, but I don't offer freebies to any man I just met~" Y/n teases, smiling up at the tall blonde.

He blushes when she stops his lips with a finger "Aww c'mon, don't tease me like that!" He gives a pout "...I wanted a kiss..." Before smiling and laughing for a second "Alright fine...I'll keep pursuing you until you give me enough respect to let me kiss you." He smiles mischievously "...And the more I chase you, the more you'll enjoy the pursuit, huh?"

"You are Vash the Stampede, after all, a man with a peculiar set of skills, You just have to impress me with those kinds of skills" Y/n points out, smiling at him.

He raises an eyebrow "Impress you with a demonstration of my skills, you say? Alright, sure. What kind of skills do you wanna see?" He seems curious "...You want to test my skills of violence? Of kindness? Of wisdom?" He chuckles and smiles again "...Or would you like to see a little bit of everything?"

"If it'll romance me into liking you, I don't see why not?~"

"...Sounds like fun. Well, what do you wanna see first?" Vash asks as his eyes travel over her body, clearly taking in her beauty "...What's the first skill I should show you?" he wiggles his eyebrows at her "The choice is all yours, darlin'. Just name it and I'll show you what I can do."

"Surprise me~" Y/n flirts as she leans onto the bar counter, smiling at him teasingly.

Vash chuckles and moves closer "That's easy enough to do." He wraps an arm around her waist and gets so close he's almost whispering in her ear "...How about this..." He gives her a kiss on the cheek "...Does that satisfy ya? Or are you wanting something a bit more...intimate than just that?" Vash challenges as he smirks and winks at her.

Y/n looks shocked as she touched her cheek "You should count yourself lucky, Mr. Stampede~" Y/n teases as she glances up at him "No man has ever survived wrapped their arms around me, let alone kiss me on the cheek, but note this, that's the very first time that ever happened"

Vash chuckles deeply "Oh is that right? Well then, I'm more than willing to take that as a challenge." He smirks, leaning up to her "...That's not even 1% of my charm, sweet thing. I'm just getting started with you." He leans in again and looks at her with a sly smile "...How about another kiss...but on a different pair of lips?"

Y/n lifted the corner of her lips with her eyes closed, as she once again covered Vash's mouth "Let me repeat it, Mr. Stampede, I don't offer freebies to any man I just met"

He blushes deeply "...Are you just gonna tease me all night? Well, now I gotta keep chasing you until you let me kiss you...don't I?" he raises an eyebrow again"...Guess I better keep showing off my skills in order to impress you, huh?"

"Show the right ones, get to know each other, and you get the girl" Y/n points out, smirking up at him

He nods, grinning "...You've got a bet," Vash agrees "...Well then. I suppose we'll be spending some time together trying to see if I can impress you, huh?" He chuckles and smirks again "...You seem like an interesting woman, but I guess I'll just have to work my way through your barriers. Is there anything you wanna know specifically? Or do you wanna just keep watching me in action?"

"I'd like to see you as is, it makes the whole thing more authentic" Y/n smirks as Vash suddenly pulls her closer to him, surprising her.

He pulls her closer, his face less than an inch away from hers "...Well, I'm a bit of a flirt...Is this close enough for you?" He smiles and laughs "If you want me to get even closer, I think that can be arranged." He starts to lean in closer

Y/n chuckles as she pushes his lips away with a finger "Do I have to repeat myself? Mr. Stampede?"

"Oh? Are we...playing a little hard to get?" Vash chuckles once more "Alright...I don't mind a bit of the chase. You're just too stunning to resist...It's gonna be hard to keep my hands and lips off you, though. You don't mind if I get...close enough to keep flirting with you...do you?" Vash asked, trying to push his luck.

"As long as there isn't kissing yet" Y/n leans up to whisper in his ear "Those are my rewards~"

He bites his lip a little "Just a kiss?" He gets a little closer and whispers into her ear "...I mean I think I'd want at least a bit more." His breath hits her ear, and a little sigh comes from him as he leans back up "...But I promise we'll get there." He smiles and looks into her eyes "...I'll keep chasing, alright? I'll keep flirting with you. Let me know when you're ready to give me...a little reward."

"show me reasons why you deserve these awards then~" Y/n whisper back before pulling away from Vash's arms, giggling.

Makes a big smile "...Alright you've got a deal. I'll show you why I'm worth the attention...But how do I start? I'll do any one thing you ask of me, any skill you want me to show. Where should we begin?" he grins, seeming eager to impress,

"How about I set a reward system?"

This caught his attention "...A reward system? Sounds intriguing...alright, I'm on board...So if I do what you want, I get to earn my rewards. What kind of tasks are you gonna set for me?... How many points must I earn? And what would each task be worth?"

"Well, it depends on how impressed I am, if you mildly impress me by giving me a gift, I'll give you a hug, impress me a bit more mildly, like take me on a date, then you get a kiss on the cheek, impress me a bit more you get a kiss, impress me, like saving me from harm, and you get a make-out session, and if you extremely impress me, like save the City of Febrari impress..." Y/n leans up his ear "you get to fuck this pussy, as you said earlier, Mark me up and claim me as yours~" Y/n reveals, smiling teasingly at him.

Smirks as his breath hit her ear "Well now...it sounds like you have high expectations for me. I suppose I should start off light and work my way up, huh?" He chuckles "So if I do something small, like...buy you a gift...that's how I can get a hug, right? ...What kind of gift would you want me to buy you? What do you like?"

"Surprise me, Mr. Stampede, guess what kind of gift a girl like me would like to have" Y/n stands up from the barstool and looks at Vash teasingly, "It's getting quite late, I say it's time for me to retire for the night~" turns to walk upstairs of the bar "Good luck, see you tomorrow Vash the Stampede~" Y/n waves goodbye, before completely disappearing.

Vash leans back onto the bar counter, panting at the encounter.

"Dear God...I need to marry that woman."

Present Time

Vash began to tear up, removing the kiss marks left by the two escorts earlier.

"I'm so sorry, Y/n...

Please, Forgive me."

(A/N: You can tell I have favorites? aww)

#vash the stampede x reader #vash x reader #vash smut #tristamp #trigun x reader #pleasebegentlewithmethisismyfirsttimewrittinghere #vash x y/n #Spotify #trigun #98!Vashcoded

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vamp-domme · 1 year

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Choose Your Own Gothic Horror Adventure

It feels as though you have been walking for days. The paved road changed to dirt miles back, and tall, forbidding fir trees press in on all sides, what little light there is barely reaching the ground, smothered out by the moss-draped branches.

You must press on. You're famished and exhausted, your ragged breaths stinging in your throat as the road snakes steadily upward. Whatever happens, you cannot return to the life you left behind - that choice has been made for you, and your only path is forward.

You've heard there are places to stay out here, abandoned manors that were inhabited by old recluses who passed on and left these dilapidated mausoleums behind. Perhaps one of those can shelter you until you come up with a plan. The locals may have warned you away from these paths, but they don't know your desperation.

The woods give way to a narrow track snaking along sheer cliffs. The wooded hills that stretch around you hunch like beasts about to pounce as the sun sinks low over the horizon, drenching the world in scarlet before a cloak of darkness descends. You continue, footsore and ragged, shivering from the cold, as the clouds begin to roll in.

The rain comes inexorably, first a few scattered drips, then a drizzle, until it pours down in freezing sheets. Water rushes down the cliffside, gathering in boggy puddles you can scarcely see in the dark, and you realize with a shudder that you can barely see the road ahead of you as tendrils of mist creep up from the forests below.

As despair threatens to swallow you whole, you see lights on the horizon, as the road terminates in front of a large castle that seems to cling to the hillside like a living thing. A fine, cobbled causeway leads up to ornate wooden doors gilded with devils dancing around a fire, a pair of bright torches burning nearby. Above, shadowed by clouds, you glimpse the castle's forbidding towers and turrets that seem to scrape the belly of the sky.

Feeling near death, unable to continue on, you stagger up to the door, grateful for the simple comfort of an awning over your head as thunder peals in the distance. Hesitantly, you test a golden doorknob jutting from the doors, and find it held fast. You spy a brass knocker, and rap at the door.

"God I hope there's someone there," you think to yourself. "Otherwise I'm going to freeze to death."

There is a long pause as you begin to fear the worst, when suddenly the doors open wide, revealing a lavish entryway carpeted in red.

But in front of that, stands a woman. She looks to be your elder, though not by much. She wears a gorgeous velvet dress of sheer black kissed with gold, its lace sleeves ending in frills that accentuate her hands, covered by a pair of supple leather gloves. Her hair is long and dark, her skin a pale white that makes her dark red lips stand out even more than they already would. You feel almost drawn to her, in a way you've never felt before, and it frightens you.

"And what do we have here? A wet, bedraggled little thing that has crawled its way to my door?" Her voice is like satin swishing across marble, as cool and elegant as a fine brandy on a summer's eve, and it draws you in further. You realize you need to respond, and you stammer out a reply.

"I... I'm lost. I've been walking all day, and I got caught in the storm. I was looking for somewhere to wait it out."

The woman purses her lips and leans down, and you notice her eyes are blood red. "Well then, you poor darling, you simply must come in out of the rain. I've a fire in the hearth, and a warm bed, along with plenty of company. You are welcome here, in my home, provided you follow my rules, and bring the happiness of your youthful life with you."

You feel a shiver of unease run through your body.

#vampirecore #my post #my polls #long post

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anime-simp0125 · 1 month

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Gon Freecss and Killua Zoldyck with a bullied S/O

Hope this helps!

Gon Freecss-

Now Gon wouldn’t be very happy with this I mean he wouldn’t to be able to even understand why anyone would want to do this! Now Gon is very friendly as we know yet he can be very protective when needed. This is one of those moments when he’s protective. Now Gon would still try to be kind and handle this without violence but if needed he will use force and of course he will comfort you in the most sweet way.

-little story-

Gon Freecss sat alone in his room, staring out the window with a heavy heart. He had been feeling uneasy for the past few days, and he couldn't quite put his finger on why. He rubbed his temples, trying to push away the nagging feeling, but it only seemed to grow stronger. It wasn't until he received a call from his best friend, Killua, that the pieces started to fall into place. Killua told him about a recent incident at school – Gon's lover, [Name], had been bullied by a group of students and had kept it a secret from everyone, including Gon. Gon felt like his world had been turned upside down. He couldn't understand why [Name] would hide such a serious matter from him. He thought they were supposed to be able to talk to each other about anything, especially something as important as being bullied. Without a second thought, Gon grabbed his backpack and rushed out of the house, determined to find [Name]. He knew they would usually spend their afternoons studying at the library, so that was the first place he headed. Sure enough, he found [Name] sitting at a table, a pile of books scattered in front of them. But upon closer inspection, Gon could see the sadness in their eyes, the bruises on their arms, and the way they were trying to hide their face from him.'Hey,' Gon said softly as he took a seat next to [Name]. [Name] looked up at him, their eyes widening in surprise. 'G-Gon? What are you doing here?' 'I came to see you,' Gon replied, his voice taking on a more serious tone. 'Why didn't you tell me what happened?' [Name] looked away, their expression pained. 'I...I didn't want to bother you. It's not that big of a deal.' Gon shook his head, a mix of anger and concern bubbling up inside him. 'It is a big deal, [Name]. You were hurt and you didn't tell anyone. You didn't even tell me.'[Name] fell silent, their hands nervously fiddling with the hem of their shirt. 'I didn't want you to worry. I know how much you have going on in your life already.'Gon's heart swelled with love for [Name]. They were always so selfless, always putting others before themselves. But this time, Gon couldn't let them carry the burden alone.'You don't have to face this alone, [Name],' he said firmly. 'I may have a lot going on, but that doesn't mean I won't make time for you. I'll always make time for you.'[Name] looked up at him, tears brimming in their eyes. 'I'm sorry, Gon. I should have told you.'Gon reached out and took [Name]'s hand, giving it a gentle squeeze. 'It's okay. We'll face this together. 'And that's exactly what they did. Gon made sure to talk to the school about the bullying and made sure [Name] felt safe and supported. He also made a point to spend more time with [Name], making sure they knew that they were loved and not alone. As they sat together at the library, studying and enjoying each other's company, Gon couldn't help but feel grateful for the strong connection they shared. They may have faced a bump in the road, but their love for each other was unshakable. And that was all that mattered to Gon.

Killua Zoldyck

HAHAHA someone dare bully’s his S/O YEAH NO- this man will not let that happen for long. The moment he finds out about this he’s gonna hunt the kid(s) DOWN. Like i can promise you they will not be alive much longer unless you convince him not to kill them.

-little story-

Killua Zoldyck was known for his sharp mind, quick reflexes, and deadly assassin skills. However, there was one thing that he cherished above all else - his lover. They had been through countless dangerous adventures together, facing off against powerful enemies and overcoming challenges as a team. But there was one thing that Killua never expected to encounter - his lover being bullied. As the news reached Killua's ears, he felt a sudden surge of anger and protectiveness overwhelm him. How could anyone dare to hurt his precious partner? Without a moment of hesitation, he rushed to their side, determined to put an end to the bullying once and for all. When he finally arrived, he found his lover sitting alone in a corner, their usual cheerful demeanor replaced with a look of sadness and dejection. Killua's heart clenched at the sight, knowing that his lover was going through something difficult and didn't tell him. 'Hey,' he said softly, kneeling down in front of them. 'What happened?' At first, his lover was hesitant to tell him, but Killua's gentle and reassuring presence convinced them to open up. They explained how a group of students had been picking on them for weeks, making hurtful comments and stealing their belongings. Despite trying to ignore it, it had taken a toll on their confidence and self-esteem. Killua felt a mixture of rage and guilt wash over him. Rage towards the bullies and guilt for not noticing his lover's struggles sooner. He wanted to hunt down those responsible and make them pay, but he knew that it wouldn't solve the problem. Instead, he took his lover's hand in his and made a promise. 'I won't let anyone hurt you like this again. From now on, we'll face this together. You don't have to go through it alone.' And true to his word, Killua stood by his lover's side every step of the way. He made sure to be extra vigilant and protect his lover from any further harm. He also taught them self-defense techniques, empowering them to stand up for themselves. But most importantly, Killua showed his lover unwavering love and support. He reminded them that they were strong and capable, and that the bullies were just insecure people looking for a target. Slowly but surely, his lover's confidence began to return. It wasn't an easy journey, and there were still moments when Killua's lover would feel down. But knowing that they had each other's backs, they were able to overcome any obstacle that came their way. In the end, Killua's fierce protectiveness and unwavering love had not only helped his lover stand up to the bullies but also strengthened their relationship. They had faced yet another challenge together and emerged even stronger as a couple. From that day on, Killua made a promise to always be there for his lover, no matter what.

#anime #killua hunter x hunter #hunter x hunter x reader #hunter x hunter x y/n #gon freecss #killua x y/n #killua x you #killua x reader #hxh killua

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vilentia · 1 year

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Finding Love at the Diner

Jim Hopper x reader

Summary: Can Jim overcome his past trauma and insecurities to pursue a new relationship, or will his fear of vulnerability hold him back?

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Jim Hopper and you have known each other for a while, often seeing each other at the diner and exchanging pleasantries. However, tonight is different. Jim walks into the diner after a stressful day at work and locks eyes with you, feeling a strong connection that he's never felt before.

Despite his attraction, Jim hesitates to approach you, feeling insecure about his past and unsure of how to express his feelings. He's been hurt before and doesn't want to put himself in a vulnerable position again. Jim worries that his past trauma will prevent him from having a healthy relationship and that he's not good enough for you.

You see Jim looking hesitant, standing by the door, and invite him over to sit at your booth.

"Hey Jim, what's up? You look like you've had a long day," you say, giving Jim a friendly smile.

Jim feels relieved that you've noticed him and welcomed him over, and he relaxes into the booth. "Yeah, it's been a rough one. Thanks for noticing," he replies, feeling grateful for the invitation.

The two of you start chatting and laughing, and Jim can feel his guard slowly coming down. He finds himself opening up to you, sharing things he's never told anyone before.

"I used to come to this diner a lot with my daughter before she passed away. It's tough being here without her, but something about this place always makes me feel a little better," Jim shares, feeling a little emotional.

You listen with empathy, and you share your own stories of loss and grief. Jim feels a deep connection to you, and as the night goes on, you start talking about your dreams for the future.

"You know, I've always wanted to take a road trip across the country. Just me and someone I care about, seeing all the sights and having new experiences," Jim says, looking wistful.

You nod, feeling the same way. "I've always wanted to try skydiving. I know it's scary, but I think it would be exhilarating," you reply, smiling.

As the night comes to a close, Jim musters up the courage to ask you out on a date. "Hey, would you want to grab dinner with me sometime? I know a great little diner a few towns over. It's nothing fancy, but the milkshakes are out of this world," he says, feeling a little nervous.

You smile and nod, "I would love to, Jim. It sounds like a great time."

The night of the date arrives, and Jim is a bundle of nerves as he picks you up at your house. He's gone all out to make the night special, dressed in his best clothes and bought a small bouquet of flowers.

"Hey, you look beautiful," Jim says, his voice low and warm as he takes in the sight of you.

You blush, feeling shy yet excited. "Thanks, you look great too," you reply, taking in Jim's handsome appearance.

You drive to the cozy diner Jim had mentioned, and as soon as you walk in, Jim feels the tension release from his body. The diner is small and cozy, with a jukebox playing oldies tunes and a menu full of classic American fare.

As the night goes on, you both relax and open up to each other, talking about your past and your hopes for the future. Jim shares his fears and insecurities about his past and his worries about being in a relationship again.

"I don't want to hurt you or be hurt again, you know? I feel like I'm damaged goods sometimes," Jim admits, feeling vulnerable.

You listen with empathy, placing a comforting hand on his arm. "I understand, Jim. We've all been hurt before, but that doesn't mean we can't try again. I believe in second chances," you reply, looking into Jim's eyes.

Jim feels a warmth spreading through his chest, and he leans in for a sweet kiss. You both feel the spark of something new and exciting between you, and as you part, Jim feels happy and hopeful for what's to come.

The night ends with you both walking to the car, hand in hand, and sharing one more tender kiss. You both know that this is just the beginning, and you feel excited for what's to come.

Over the next few weeks, Jim and your relationship blossoms, and you start dating more frequently, often going to the diner you had your first date. You continue to share your stories and dreams, building a deep connection.

Jim still struggles with his past trauma, but you are patient and supportive, always there to lend an ear or a shoulder to cry on. You enjoy many fun and romantic dates, such as stargazing, picnics, and even a weekend getaway to a cabin in the woods.

One day, Jim and you are sitting at the diner when Jim suddenly looks up at you with a shy yet determined look on his face. "Hey, I know we've only been dating for a few weeks, but I just have to say this... I love you," Jim says, feeling his heart in his throat.

Your face lights up with happiness, and you reply, "I love you too, Jim. I've been wanting to say it for a while."

You share a sweet kiss, knowing that you're both ready for the next step in your relationship. You start to make plans for the future, like moving in together and even talking about marriage.

Months later, Jim and you are living together, happy and in love. You have built a life together, filled with love and laughter. Jim's insecurities have faded away, and he finally feels like he's found his place in the world with you by his side.

As you lay in bed, cuddled up together, Jim looks over at you and takes your hand. "I know I've said it before, but I just have to say it again... I love you," Jim says, his voice filled with emotion.

You smile and squeeze his hand, "I love you too, Jim. Always."

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