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kosmic-euphoria · 1 day

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Simon x Fem!Reader (blurb)

TW: insinuated fighting, poorly written British (?), insinuated groping and catcalling, protective bf Simon.

You let out a small sigh as you dabbed another small, alcohol-dipped cotton ball on his knuckles. Simon was protective, this you knew, but you didn't think he'd have beaten a man unconscious for not only catcalling you, but for having copped a feel, too. Then again, you're his pretty bird, no one else's. It's a good thing your boss likes Simon, otherwise things could've ended differently.

"Bloke had it comin'," he mumbled. You knew he was right, but you decided against agreeing with him for the moment. "Whistlin' at'cha, then touchin' my bird?"

You only nodded as your boyfriend kept mumbling and huffing about how daft the bloke must've been. "I'm just glad that you didn't kill him."

Brown eyes met your gaze shortly after, the anger in them from earlier having softened a smidge. "I should've," he said. Your head shook at his response, and you sighed before putting away the alcohol and tossing the used and bloodied cotton balls into a bin.

"Then I'd have to bail you out of the clink, Si. Besides, I think he'll remember not to do it again. If he remembers anything at all."

"I hope tha' he doesn't," he replied. You shot him a glare, causing the mask-wearing man to look down at his knuckles. They looked a lot better than earlier. Less bloody, but the bruising had begun to show. "Wish ya took tonigh' off. Hate havin' ta fight blokes."

A small hum left your lips as you moved towards him, and he shifted slightly as you slid onto his lap. "I know, but it's not like I can do that on short notice." He grunted in response and shook his head a little.

"Ya could, lovie," he mumbled. Truth be told, the only reason your boss' pub was so popular was because of you. A pretty little thing serving drinks to creeps, who Simon often claimed crawled out of the gutter.

The idea of taking off was enticing. The pub could manage without you, and you could do without breaking up another brawl between your boyfriend and a patron over incidents like earlier. "Fine," you relented, letting out a small sigh that was followed by a smile. "I'll take tomorrow night off if it means you're not beating men unconscious."

He was chuffed at your words. "Good," he replied. Honestly, you couldn't blame him for the way he was, and he knew it, too. Simon was just protective of his pretty, little bird. Like a dog with an everlasting bone that it didn't want to share with anyone else.

And you were fine with that. Even if it meant him treating every man that made a move on you like the next contestant in a boxing ring.

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pa-pa-plasma · 2 months

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okay i just marathoned the entirety of ATLA live action & i might do an actual review of it explaining my thoughts more in depth, but the TLDR version basically boils down to this:

if you want to watch Avatar: The Last Airbender, just go watch the 2005 cartoon

#i was trying to keep an open mind & all that cuz of OPLA (my beloved) but. holy shit it was actually worse than i expected :/#like what were they thinking. did they use AI to write this or are the writers just like. really shitty #notes: they linger too much on random bullshit & refuse to move character development along #they tell when they should be showing & when they DO show it's for stuff that benefited from brief environmental storytelling in the OG #the plot drags so hard it was basically stagnant #there were some fun things but like. those things could've been funner if they'd been given the time other useless stuff was taking up #they changed so many minor details that really don't matter in order to make them more important #but this failed spectacularly because now there's just. stupid bullshit clogging up the plot??#instead of having 10 minute monologues 3 times an episode about plot irrelevant things #they should have taken a page out of the original's book & kept minor details to a minimum & focused on ACTUAL PLOT #SO MUCH CGI. LIKE I KNOW THEY NEED IT BUT COME ON. EVEN THE CHARACTERS?????? WHO ARE JUST STANDING THERE????????#they were given 8 hours & almost all of it was Aang angsting (lol) over being the avatar & not practicing actual bending #& then they ended the plot too early so they had to fill in the last like 20 minutes with something else #so they made up random lore that literally makes no sense. & overexplained all of it to the point i was blanking out from boredom #i think this is why i didn't enjoy Korra. they over explain the spirit world stuff & avatar powers & bending #that plus i just don't vibe with the aesthetic #being a writer is a curse because when i dislike something it's because i know exactly what went wrong & why #it's always with the analyzing & the judging & the internal note taking #even when i really try i can't just enjoy shit for fun

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roseofcards90 · 5 months

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Made some pie crust tonight for my apple pie tomorrow!!! :3

#if it's one thing I love it's baking even if I'm not the best at it lol #idk why but my thoughts drifted to that one coworker at work that ended up despising me 😭 maybe it was because I was frustrated at the time #and it wasn't her fault that she wasn't trained properly but she kept thinking I was disrespecting her when I wasn't trying to 😭#idk maybe I could've handled that situation better but she also yelled at me to get out in front of customers so 😭#idk I don't really want to go back there but maybe it just bothered me and that I could've done better #and when I look at my situation now it's like yeah ofc this other person would hate you lol you can't do anything about it #I'm not making any sense but yeah #I told myself I wouldn't be like you #I will be better #if only I could've been your friend #my posts

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unproduciblesmackdown · 2 years

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feeling SO SO NORMAL about the beloved BLADE GUNNBLADE

#could've waited to make this post but no i couldn't and why would i #there's little about them that inspires Restraint in this oeuvre #i've been on a feverish blade gunnblade quest like how last night was a feverish lucifer from the mysteries quest #these are NEW pics like we've seen a couple of similar shots to the couple familiar ones but not These specifically and whew #and THE TOP ONE...i got misty #weapons swap there....they do have a gun+blade weapon #although blade is presumably gendered she/her / as a woman in this performance. i'm just presuming Now they could be them/them nonbinary lol #also apparently the entire second part of the saga is Mainly abt blade. they get that conclusive battle & everything so i have to suppose.#and that there's also a brief but full Episode from that part two...but w/a prior(? or subsequent. maybe prior) diff actor #in which blade is a man so i have to suppose the gender is completely flexible. why wouldn't it be #me learning that blade's tragic backstory involves their adult spouse & infant child being killed by robots in front of them....soooo #😳👉👈 what i'm getting is that they're single?#one of those ''gay sex won't fix this situation & will probably make it worse but i think we should try it anyways'' things #blade gunnblade #asia kate dillon #kapow-i gogo #oh and i kept being surprised at overlap between this and the mysteries lol like what do you mean jesus is also here #(the connection is the flea theater / the bats....)#Yet More Media Of Asia Kate Dillon As Blade Gunnblade Being Out There Still: i believe in you #same goes for akd as lucifer in the mysteries #in the course of looking around for blade pics found a few pics of them from some completely other production too...#oh and frankly that's a handy ref to compare their right forearm tattoo there w/what lucifer seems to have (matches well enough i think)#the triumvirate here of lucifer / blade gunnblade / the adjudicator like HELLo. Hiyeee. Holy shit.#(that's not necessarily Respective. any/all goes for any/all of them)

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high-warlock-of-brooklyn · 9 months

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#ugh just. human feelings #these goddamn human yearnings like needing to be held and hugged and loved and kissed and cared for #and wanting to care and hug and kiss and love without conditions or burdens #everyday waking up alone and I imagine yeah it could be worse I could've not lived past 19 #in fact there's been moments i was sure i wouldn't. it still amazes me that I did #i remember sitting in this dark room with one kinda opaque and dirty window and both doors closed and tears streaming down my face #i was so sad and so angry and so lonely and i remember thinking that fuck I forgot to do the laundry. idk what it is about these moments #it's like brain cannot comprehend the full extent of heartbreak so just focuses on the most mundane things #i had a breakdown weeks before that and all I wanted to do was to clean my table and kept cleaning till my tears made it hard to see clearly #and this morning I'm sitting here on my bed in a different city with a job to go to. with friends and roommates I can go to for a hug #and know i will always be obliged. i have a desk. i don't go to the washroom to hide my tears all the time #and it's just. i still can't believe sometimes that it got better #never believed it could but it did #and now I'm sitting on my bed and all I could think was I'm 23 and I've never danced with someone. I've never been on a date.#I've never woken up warm and happy because the side of the bed is warm and never giggled because someone i love made me smile just for the #sake of seeing my laughter #just. I'm happy and I'm so so grateful for everything I have #but. and yet.#sigh #just the human condition of needing to love and be loved #that is all #to delete later #jace.txt #sorry this got away from me

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pirateborn-a · 2 years

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also Roger never intended for garp to raise Ace but he did know that garp could’ve protected him, he knew that the marines would have gone hunting for his child and he knew that garp was in a position to do something about it he’d thought that garp would have either stopped the hunt, or made sure that rouge and ace would be safe by hiding them because who would expect the marine hero to do that ?

roger just could’ve never predicted a world with rouge.

#[ ik i mentioned before either here or on garp's blog but just.#[ head in hands #[ headcanon ] ✧〖 tomorrow’s skies are always clear 〗#[ ooc ] ✧〖 bid farewell to weaver’s town 〗#[ might clean this up at some point but just. thinks ab this thinks ab this #[ the idea!! that rouge might've died!!! literally never crossed his mind #[ he's perfectly content (half-lie) with dying himself but his loved ones dying? lmao whats that #[ and the thing is garp /Could/ have protected ace #[ he might've been the only marine who could've #[ anyone else would've meant that ace would be publicly and openly hunted his entire life #[ it would've meant putting his friends in further danger as well #[ and i think!#[ i do think garp could've #[ but he didn't want to think about it and so instead kept himself busy with the 329480328320 criminals that popped into existence #[ bc of roger #[ but he couldnt stop thinking about it. couldnt stop hearing reports about it.#[ and by the time he found himself going to the south and found the person in question it was too late #[ dsfjsd everytime i see people go 'how stupid was roger for leaving ace w/ garp :/' i go Yes but consider /no/#[ and i do want to talk more ab garps feelings on the whole matter bc rotates in microwave!! like #[ roger is So selfish <3 #[ garps feelings on roger are such a mess fr #[ anyway back to preparing for exam in an hour #[ i think ab fictional men a normal amount

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anotheruntitledsong · 22 days

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i did like the hidden palace but (SPOILER if anyone hasn't read it?) i'm genuinely so annoyed at how Arbeely is handled like... I wish i could be sad but i'm just fucking irritated. I was overly invested in him and that's def why but i just feel like they did him dirty

#the golem and the jinni #i was scrolling goodreads and the take i kept seeing was 'oh I wish Arbeely could've had his family too bad the jinni FUCKED IT UP'#but idk that's just not how i read him. like thats not where i feel the problem is #his whole shtick is being content as the jinni's foil and like! things can change! but the way it's done leaves him totally unresolved #which in turn means the jinni's shit is also never getting resolved because there is like no way to #when Arbeely describes his future family in the first book it's all 'someday... vaguely...' and AGAIN! what you want can change!#and honestly it's really interesting and sad that he makes this sacrifice for the jinni #but it's a layer of complexity that like clashes with how little he is there for and how little the author's invested in him #and like the way the no marriage literally did not ruin his life at all... sure it sucked but the man is still like idk rich #what has continuously fucked with him throughout both books is that he wants (or at least spends half his page time thinking about)#emotional connection to the jinni in a human way #which is something the jinni cant\wont give him even though he's basically Arbeely's only close friend #(besides ig maryam who was rlly funny hinting at her dislike for the jinni like someone trying to get their friend to dump their toxic bf)#anyway the vibe in the first book is that he only thinks about wanting a wife when the jinni is being a dickhead #BECAUSE the jinni eases arbeelys loneliness by just being there because at the end of the day that's what humans need #but then it's made really weird in the second book by Arbeely getting 'trapped' by the jinni (and yet they just grow further apart)#which means that the only thing arbeely actually spent half his life discontent with and then literally died without is not a wife #it's emotional intimacy with the jinni. which is insane to me #arbeely is obviously already tragic but this seems TOO tragic entirely because the book doesn't give af about addressing it #if it was like a plot thing then all of the above would be fine and gutwrenching because it ties back into the jinnis self isolation #BUT IT'S NOT. like i get arbeely isn't that important to the plot but he was important to the jinni and the jinni was important to him #alsoo necessarily disclaimer i'm not trying to say he's in love with the jinni or anything like that #although a queer arbeely (divorced from the above idea) would also been interesting cuz I dont think the jinni has a grasp on homophobia #so idk theyd be keeping each others secrets (arbeely x the biscuit man? JOKE)#BUTTTT! I don't believe he needs romantic energy! him and the jinni having awful vibes up until arbeely's literal death is what bothers me #The jinni is a bad communicator ik but come on... not once? not even before the diagnosis? The jinni also thinks about how distant they are #could they not talk a little? for me? there are ways to do it within the bounds of their characters FOR SURE #im sure this is the point but i do dislike it either way. anyway sorry arbeely u remind me of my uncle #the hidden palace

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ff2-soda-pop · 8 months

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why is it every time i've been put against team big man in the splatfest one random person on that team just starts trying to kill me the Moment they see me. and not anyone else. why is this a recurring thing SDFGHGF

#IM NOT MAD I JUST THINK ITS KINDA FUNNY THAT ITS HAPPENED EVERY SINGLE TIME #AND ITS ONLY BEEN WITH TEAM BIG MAN???? I HAVENT HAD THIS HAPPEN W/ FRYE SO I JUST THINK THIS IS A FUNNY THING TO HAVE HAPPEN #also. one of them. they had a charger and were literally right behind me and had me cornered and were trying to splat me #except they kept missing #like they kept shooting just a Little to the side and so it didnt hit my character #but they were literally right in front of me with my character backed against a wall (im not using that figuratively btw)#and like yeah sure i could've super-jumped away but also i was like 'whats happening. why do they keep missing'#AND THIS WAS DURING THE LAST FEW SECONDS OF THE MATCH TOO #so basically we both spent the last few seconds Like That sdfghgfd #i dont know what that was about but ohmygod im going to be thinking of that for so long #splatoon

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elibeeline · 9 months

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(Guess who hates their job againnn)

#after roughly three weeks i think the mania is finally fading out but. im so exhausted. and so hungry #and i stopped doing a lot of things i shouldve kept doing that i need to pick back up on #(i say roughly bc i *was* recording it day by day so i can keep track but i stopped for about a week #so dont remember how i was during that 🙃 this could've been a four week thing #which i lowkey hope it was because that helps me qualify for a diagnosis #but yaaaaaay its fading just in time for the school holidays which is just so perfect as a hospitality worker

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s1m0nth3swag · 27 days

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Francis Mosses x GN!Reader

AUTHORS NOTE; Haven't written in a while, but thanks to Arlo, a friend (Hi Arlo, I know you're reading this), Inspiration about Francis Mosses struck (he bought me That's not my neighbor and then continued to freak out about Francis with me) so I wrote this. I have so many thoughts about Francis, so... tell me if you want more because i will deliver ngl. Enjoy (or don't, I don't dictate your feelings)

WARNINGS/ CONTENT INFO; Porn with little to no plot, Submissive Francis, a little non-consensual at the start (but not in a super weird way, imo?), Gender neutral reader (no pronouns used, tried to write as GN as possible with the compliments and thoughts about Readers appearance), not proofread nor have I thought about this much, more a drabble than an actual thoughtful story (not apologising because I had such a long break from writing anything and obviously it's gonna suck a little when I come back)

NSFW UNDER THE CUT!

The first time Francis had realised that he hadn't gotten any touch from another human being was when someone brushed up against him on his way home from work. He had felt like a creep afterwards because he hadn't stopped thinking about what could've happened if the person hadn't moved away and had just stayed pressed against him. That was a week before you started your job as a doorman.

The second time Francis had noticed was when a friend of his had spoken to him on the phone, talking about his new girlfriend. Said friend gave too much intel on their sex life. Francis had wondered if he could have someone the way his friend explained - he quickly brushed the thought off. That was two days before you started working as a doorman.

The third time, he noticed when you had smiled at him. It was your first day, and he was tired from work. You had repeated his name after reading it off of his ID, and he had looked at you for the first time since his eyes kept falling closed, and you smiled so brightly. You had told him his name was nice, and you said it again. Francis swore that the way his name rolled off your tongue was the most beautiful thing he's ever heard. Not even an angel could sound more wonderful. Suddenly, he was a lot more energised. Totally not thanks to the fact that he had immediately grown hard the second he had seen your smile. He had gone to his apartment that night and had jerked off for the first time in probably months. He had always been too tired to previously, but now he couldn't stop thinking about how you'd sound moaning his name. Maybe you were more of a groaner, or you'd whimper and whine. He came as he imagined how you'd look sucking his dick.

Since then, Francis has always looked forward to entry checks. What had normally kept him away from his bed and a good night's sleep was now the best experience of his day. He loved the way you spoke to him even though he was too nervous to respond. Sometimes, he deliberately didn't show his ID at first, just so you'd ask about it, and he could listen to you talk a little more. He felt guilty about it. He knew you had never agreed to feed into this weird little obsession of his. It was awful of him to do this - have you talk to him enough to give him more scenarios to think about that night.

A few weeks after all this had started, Francis had built up the courage to finally ask you out. Just something simple, dinner at his place. He had to cook for himself all the time. Cooking for you as well wouldn't be too different, right?

Francis was wrong. He was anxious that the food wouldn't taste good and kept tasting it just so he could make sure it hadn't mysteriously switched tastes in the last 20 seconds. When you knocked on his door, he took a minute to make sure he didn't look like a mess - though you wouldn't mind either way since he always looked like a mess when he came through during your shifts.

You looked so good when he opened the door. Your hair fell perfectly, your lips looked a little too kissable, and Francis had to stop his train of thought just so he wouldn't embarrass himself by having yet another boner caused by just the way you looked. You were a little shorter than him, smiling up as he let you inside.

"You look good." He mumbled, his cheeks flushing. He seriously had to lay off thinking like a high-schooler. His nervousness and awkwardness were getting really annoying - to him, at least. You grinned, chuckling softly as you took off your shoes. "Thank you. You do as well." His heart for sure burst at that - he knew something else would burst as well if he didn't stop thinking right this second.

Throughout the evening, ignoring his thoughts came easier and easier. The two of you had eaten, you had told him he was a good cook, he had almost excused himself to the bathroom because of it. Now you were sitting on the couch, drinking wine and talking casually.

"You know, when you first walked through, I swore I would die." You giggled, looking at him with a mischievous look. Francis was confused by that statement. "How come?" He asked, tilting his head at you in question. "I was sure you were a doppelganger. You looked too handsome to be real." You cheekily answered, cheeks slightly flushed as you downed your wine. Francis blushed heavily, looked away from you, and thought about your words for a moment. The silence was loud as he wondered what to answer. "..you think I'm handsome?" He questioned while looking at the floor. If he had looked at you, he'd have seen the way you stared at him, your own cheeks coloured a deep red. "Extremely." You muttered. It took him a minute before he could look at you, but when he did, his lips pressed against yours in a desperate kiss.

When you reciprocated, Francis groaned and pulled you closer until you sat on his lap. He was just a tiny bit embarrassed when you gasped and felt his dick press against you. In all honesty, he had held back the entire night, and he was allowed a little selfishness. "Sorry. Can't help it." He muttered between kisses. You just grinned against his lips before grinding against him. A whimper fell from his lips - that was the moment he was actually embarrassed. "That's cute.." You had mumbled, a cheeky grin on your face as you started placing kisses against his jaw and neck. One of your hands trailed down his body to rest right over his crotch, Francis unconsciously bucked his hips up against your hand, whining. He didn't notice anything else as you caught the skin of his neck with your teeth carefully, leaving the softest bite mark on him. He shuddered at the feeling and gasped before realising that you had meanwhile unzipped his pants. A groan slipped from his lips as you ran a finger over his dick, still hidden from sight by his boxers, but god knows he would cum the second you'd touch it without. "Is this okay?" You asked him, and he nodded faster than he even knew he could. "Yes. God, yes. Please, please continue.." he muttered, his breathing heavy as he watched you slide off his lap, settling in front of him and between his legs. His dick twitched at the sight, and he let out a heavy sigh. Minutes later, his pants and boxers were discarded, and the way you looked up at him, his dick so close to your face, made Francis feel the way his orgasm was approaching way too quick. The second you wrapped your hand around him he whined pathetically, bucked up into your hand and knew that he'd definitely cum too soon. Your hand was so soft, cool against his hot flesh, and you worked his dick so good he almost thought you were a professional. He looked down at you through lidded eyes, watched the way you bit your lip, and grinned knowingly. "Such a pretty boy, huh?" You chuckled, and that definitely sealed the deal for Francis. He came, probably ruining his shirt as he dirtied both it and your hand. His heart stopped for a second when you licked your hand while looking up at him. "You didn't give me enough time to taste you properly. Don't look at me like that." You huffed, rolling your eyes at him. "You should probably take off your shirt so you can clean it later." You then winked. He swiftly shed the piece of clothing, entranced by your voice and the way you looked. "Sorry, didn't mean to cum that fast.." he mutters, his voice out of breath. "Jus'.. unused to... this.." he added, clearing his throat awkwardly. You laughed and shook your head. "Don't worry about it. We have all the time in the world to make you last longer. I'm gonna give you a real reason to be tired tomorrow." You winked.

Francis didn't even mind that he was in for a long night.

Your honour I am gnawing at the bars of my enclosure.

#francis mosses #francis mosses x reader #francis mosses x you #x reader #gn reader #thats not my neighbor #milkman x reader

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xiaowhore · 8 months

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hydro dragon, hydro dragon, don't cry!

premise. in which you manage to make neuvillette feel better at the expense of your dignity. (a fair trade, really.)

word count. 1.5k

note. do umbrellas exist at teyvat. i really don't know.

You've never taken Monsieur Neuvillette as the type to dramatically brood in the rain when he gets sad, but to be fair, you don't know much about him at all.

You clutch onto your umbrella, contemplating. So, uh... Are you supposed to approach him now? Shield him from the rain with your umbrella? That doesn't sound too bad, actually. But then what? Ask him if his pet fish died and now he's mourning his loss? That's hardly appropriate to say to the Chief of Justice... But it would be creepier to just stand there without saying anything, right?

You could leave and pretend you didn't see anything. Of course, that's an option too. It's possible he prefers to be left alone when he's unhappy.

But sulking while standing in the rain just gives “I want someone's attention” vibes, doesn't it?!

With a fit of reckless courage and a “fuck it” mindset, you advance your way forward to where he stands.

Regretting something as soon as you do it is on-brand for you, you realize as you soon come to learn you have to be on the tip of your toes to have the umbrella barely raising over his head instead of hanging from him. You must make a pathetic sight, attempting to shield both yourself and this hulking tower of a man from the rain with a tiny umbrella.

“...What are you doing?” Neuvillette turns around, taken aback when you're in much closer proximity than he expected. Panic flares in his eyes, and like the gentleman that he is, he steps back to create some distance. His head presses against the edge of the umbrella.

“Hey, you shouldn't move away!” You follow his movements, closing the gap. His head is now safely within the umbrella's reach, but you're an inch away from being pressed up against his chest. “I miscalculated. This thing's too small for us.”

When the initial shock wears off, his shoulders slump, a sign of him lowering his guard. “If you know that much, you should use it for yourself and go home.”

That doesn't sound like a bad idea. Appealing, even. You've never felt so silly in your entire life and the option to run away is looking more enticing with each second that ticks by.

Still.

“It's dangerous to walk alone at this hour. Won't you accompany me, sir?”

...Not the best excuse you could've come up with, but your mouth runs faster than your brain. Neuvillette, being the considerate person he is, actually takes some time to think about it, and you hurry to say, “If you leave me alone now, you could have another disappearance case in your hands tomorrow. Would you really like more work on your desk rather than some company tonight?”

He gives you a long, suffering stare that looks suspiciously like the one he gives to Lady Furina when she disappoints him, but he doesn't say no. His hand wraps around the umbrella handle, overlapping with your fingers. It takes another two seconds of that stare before you get the message and you let go, finally able to rest the balls of your feet on the ground as you stand on normal footing.

“I hope you don't make a hobby of coercion,” he hums as you walk together, your shoulders brushing every so often. “Or else I'd see you as a criminal suspect tomorrow instead of a victim.”

“I see that jokes aren't your strong suit, Monsieur Neuvillette.” You laugh awkwardly, your nervousness spiking to an all-time high throughout your entire interaction with him. It's been barely ten minutes.

Silence ensues.

“Do you like showers, sir?”

You should've just kept your mouth shut, damn it.

“I like them the same amount as the average person, I suppose.” The ridiculous question doesn't phase him, and you don't know how he's able to keep a straight face while saying that.

You decide to push your luck. “...Do you prefer bathing with cold or hot water?”

Finally, you draw out a light chuckle from him, the sound deep and pleased. It almost makes playing the fool worth it. “I've been told I'm not the best with small talk, but you seem to be worse than I am.”

Your head snaps up to look at him, affronted. “It wasn't a bad question!”

“Certainly not as bad as talking about the weather. Do you want me to praise you?”

Was the Chief Justice always this sassy? “You're making fun of me,” you point out the obvious, turning away and crossing your arms. “I asked about showers because you were standing in the rain.”

“You thought I liked showers because I was in the rain?”

“Well, I didn't know for sure. That's why I asked.” Even you can tell you're sounding more and more ridiculous by the minute. Was your house always this far? You can't wait to dive to your bed and pretend this encounter never happened. “I think I'll just shut up now.”

“Really, now?”

“Every time I open my mouth around you, I embarrass myself further. I think it's for the best.”

You hear another chuckle as heat crawls up to your cheeks, spreading to your ears. “For what it's worth, you did put me out of my terrible mood. You're quite funny.”

“That's a nice way to say you think I'm being strange.” You hide your face with your hands, peeking at Neuvillette's expression between your fingers. Bathed in the silvery moonlight, he looks straight out of a painting, even with wet hair and drenched clothes.

You've never seen him up close, never even dreamed of standing next to him. Now, you're exchanging jabs at each other like it's the most normal thing in the world, like you weren't just thinking he was someone out of reach when you watched his court trial in amazement. Now, he's so close that you can almost feel the heat from his body, so much more tangible than just a figure you admired from afar.

“But I do have your strangeness to thank,” he admits, looking off into the distance. The stars shine bright in his eyes. “Had it not been for you squeezing me under your umbrella and forcing me to walk you home, I'd surely still be under the rain.”

“...Couldn't you have phrased that better?”

“In court, I only state facts.”

You laugh dryly. “You could spare me some dignity by embellishing the story a bit... Oh, we're here.” You were so occupied defending yourself from his witty comments that you didn't realize you had already arrived home until your door was right at your face. You glance at Neuvillette, who then nods towards the door. If he's disappointed to have the stroll cut short, he doesn't show it.

“Go in. It is rather late.” He closes the umbrella and offers it back to you, a gentle smile on his face. The sight is almost like a reward for your efforts; the small upturn of the corners of his lips makes all the difference, his sharp, cold gaze softening into something more affectionate. The rainbow after the storm. The gratitude for a small kindness.

“You have to get home, too,” you utter, pushing it back to him.

“The rain stopped a few minutes ago,” he insists, gesturing behind him. You blink owlishly, observing the still pools of rainwater. You didn't even notice. Why didn't he say so? You didn't have to squeeze together under such a tiny umbrella, then.

“You should still keep it.”

He raises an eyebrow, inquisitive. “Why?”

You unlock your door, stepping inside, but still not closing it shut. “Well, it gives you an incentive to see me again.” You grin at him mischievously, like you thought of a genius plan. “I work at the cafe in the main street. I'm sure we have some tea that will strike your fancy. Make sure you're not moping next time we meet, yeah?”

Not for the first time, he seems taken aback. But his gaze softens once more, his expression molding into something pleased. “Very well.”

And so, he leaves with a small umbrella in his hand, a smile on his lips, and the clear skies over his head.

The next time you see Neuvillette, the sun is high in the sky. Compared to that night, you can see him a little better now.

That's how you notice he looks unusually shy with a bouquet of flowers in his arms and a pink blush high on his cheeks. “...Good afternoon,” he starts, his lips curving to a beginning of a smile. “The weather is great today, isn't it?”

You stare. You stare some more. And when the sight finally processes in your mind, your twinkling laughter rings in the air, as sweet as the aroma of freshly baked muffins. “And who stooped so low to talk about the weather this time, huh?”

Neuvillette can't even pretend to feel bad about it, not when you're jumping off the seat in the counter to show him a table for two. “Your silliness is infectious, it seems.”

“Hey!”

(You've never taken Monsieur Neuvillette as the type to be smart-mouthed, the type to be indulgent to your whims, the type to be romantic towards the person he's interested in—

But now you have all the time in the world to get to know him better.)

#neuvillette x reader #genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact imagines #genshin x reader #genshin impact scenarios #neuvillette #neuvillette fluff #neuvillette x you #genshin impact x you

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lost-and-ephemeral · 2 months

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Could you please do LDS boys +

Caleb reacting to reader being injured/severely injured?<3

HCs: You're Injured (ft. main trio + Caleb)

Pairing: Xavier x reader, Zayne x reader, Rafayel x reader, Caleb x reader (seperate)

Tags: hurt/comfort, reader is injured but won't die

A/N: Thanks for your request! First time writing for Caleb, yay. Sorry if it isn't good enough, I'm not feeling so good since morning.

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Caleb

"Hold on, pip-squeak, I'm right here."

Your exhausted body, covered in wounds from the battle with Wanderer, was ready to collapse to the ground if Caleb hadn't caught you in time.

He knew how dangerous your job was, but that didn't make him any less worried.

You protected him but got hurt in the process.

He's frustrated and angry because there's no way he could've protected you in that situation.

And Caleb just hates this feeling, but trying to stay calm for your sake. His emotions could only make everything worse.

"Sometimes even big girls need someone else's help. Right? And I'm here for you."

Concern was written all over his face, he couldn't hide it even if he really tried. The last thing he wanted was to see you hurt, especially like this.

He was supposed to be your main protector back then. But now things have changed.

You had really grown a lot, not just physically, but mentally too.

It was just hard to accept you're no longer a little girl.

Yes, you are strong and mature. But Caleb kept holding you like you were the most fragile being in the world.

He will give you first aid as quickly as he can, while calling an ambulance. Caleb is not the kind of person who would risk your life trying to handle this situation on his own.

Definitely going to the hospital with you while holding your hand and talking to you. He'll be around as long as it takes.

Probably will fall asleep on the chair near your hospital bed.

No doubt he'll continue to look after you like he did when you both were younger.

Rafayel

"No, no, no. Don't even think about leaving me like this!"

Maybe sometimes Rafayel was overly dramatic, but he's actually afraid of losing you again.

When he saw that you were injured after not-so-pleasant encounter with Wanderers, his facade of self-confidence instantly cracked.

Rafayel started panicking and it was clear from the look on his face as he crouched beside you, seeing how you trying to cover the wound by your bloody hands.

Not again. No.

All these years he had to watch you die over and over again, losing all memories of him.

Rafayel instantly began to examine your wounds, holding you close. He didn't care if his perfectly white shirt will be covered in blood as well.

He needed to be sure you won't die this time.

And his playful attitude is gone completely.

"Don't you dare to die on me, you hear? I won't forgive you. Ever. Promise me. Promise me you won't die."

He tried to remain calm and ignore the suffocating feeling of anxiety that has been slowly rising in his chest. But he couldn't.

Will do everything to stop the bleeding while help is on it's way. You can feel his hands trembling.

He'd better die for you himself, not vice versa.

I swear, this man is gonna get the whole hospital on alert. Nurses and doctors can be mad at him as much as they want. It doesn't matter to him.

Rafayel won't rest and eat properly until you get better. He just physically can't.

"Don't scare me like this ever again, please."

Xavier

"I failed you."

You accidentaly got injured during your mission. And poor Xavier decided it was totally his fault.

You both found yourself surrounded by enemies and before he could even react, one of them attacked you, leaving a deep wound on your side.

Needless to say, in the next couple of seconds all Wanderers were completely destroyed, and Xavier was fully focused on you.

This isn't the first time you've been injured during a mission. But each time Xavier is as worried as always.

Especially when your injuries are so severe.

Will administer first aid on the spot, even the bare minimum, before carrying you to safety.

With Wanderers around, it's not going to be easy to get you out of this dangerous zone. So Xavier needs to stabilize you a little at first.

"I won't let you get hurt again. I promise."

He is already experienced in these situations, so he's able to keep his emotions under control. But that doesn't mean that deep inside he isn't worried sick about you.

Will be looking for anything to treat your wound and avoid infection.

Guilt will slowly eat him up from the inside no matter what. He had to protect you, but he failed to do so.

Even if you assure him it's just an accident, Xavier just shakes his head in response.

As soon as you can get out, he'll take you to the hospital. It is unlikely that his skills will be enough to make your wound heal properly.

Better safe than sorry.

He still has a lot of work to do, but he'll come to you whenever he has a spare minute.

Will probably act like a guilty puppy for a long time.

Zayne

"You're constantly putting yourself in danger."

Zayne has a hard time showing his feelings openly, especially when it comes to you, so it's no surprise that his display of concern felt like he was scolding you.

But in reality he's really, really worried about you every time.

He knew right away that you were in the hospital after another accident.

And as soon as Zayne had some time off between surgeries, he came to you.

Looking at you in the hospital bed, he felt his heart ache.

While he was desperately searching for a cure for your heart, you kept getting hurt again and again.

Even when you smiled, like if trying to reassure him everything's fine, Zayne only sighed and shook his head. You have no idea how hard it was to see you hurt and vulnerable like this.

He's already been informed of the severity of your wounds and how much blood you've lost.

And he could've lost you.

But Zayne can't let his emotions take over. There are still a few more difficult surgeries ahead where he cannot afford to make a mistake.

And if he starts panicking right in front of you, it's not going to speed up the healing process.

"I'd be happy if you took a more responsible approach to your health. Then I wouldn't have to be so worried."

He moved his chair closer to your bed and sat in silence for a while, squeezing your hand.

Zayne will stay around as long as his job lets him.

Don't be surprised to find candies or plushies you wanted on your nightstand.

You can ask him about these little gifts.

And watch carefully as a faint smile appears on his lips.

"Usually only children get so excited about toys. So it turns out you're not that far from being a child?"

#love and deepspace x reader #love and deepspace #love and deepspace xavier #love and deepspace zayne #love and deepspace rafayel #rafayel x reader #zayne x reader #xavier x reader #love and deepspace caleb #caleb x reader

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uglyducklingofthe2000s · 4 months

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Good Things Don't Last Long (But Sometimes They Do) - Max Verstappen

Request: Can this request be anonymous? I got a request for Max Verstappen where he is in a relationship and kept her private but when on vacation, a reporter takes pictures of them on a beach and post them causing an outrage where Max is protective of this relationship and the reader

Max has always known that he wasn't always going to be able to keep his relationship to himself and away from the media. But right now, that's exactly how things are and given the relationship is actually nearing the 10 month mark, he feels like he's achieved his goal of keeping y/n to himself pretty well.

Most drivers couldn't keep a relationship private for more than half a minute but he has never had her attend a race in the Red Bull garage, though he used Daniel to have her sit in the AlphaTauri garage since he still wanted her at the race and while he hated not being able to kiss her or even go over and speak to her more than a one time thing. He loved knowing she got to be there since she'd never been to and F1 race before.

But he comes back home to her frequently and he spends every spare second away from work in her company.

Like today, they're on a trip to the beach and while Max knows public outings are a risk in general he finds of the drivers he's got the least to worry about when it comes to being spotted outside of work.

He's lucky in that sense.

"I don't know about this bikini." Y/n hums as she adjusts how it's sitting on her butt while Max smirks a bit. "Pervert."

"A pervert you choose to date." Max shrugs while she sighs and moves down to sit on the towel that he's lying on. "This is nice, practically a beach to ourselves."

"Yeah, I wonder how that could've happened." Y/n laughs before she sighs moving to undo the strings of her bikini only for Max to stop her. "But there's almost no one else here."

"Almost." Max murmurs earning a sigh before she leans over and kisses him with a smile. "That's not going to work."

"It was worth a try." Y/n hums then moving till she is sitting between his legs, her back to his chest and while her gaze follows the horizon, Max's blue eyes are glued to her in admiration.

In moments like this he almost feels like he isn't good enough for her and he worries that maybe hiding her is doing more damage than good to the relationship. Even though she has repeatedly told him that she is more than happy with their relationship and keeping it out of the media and fans knowledge, he still feels like maybe there is something she's not telling him.

"Are you happy, y/n?" Max asks suddenly making her twist her head and look at him with a smile. No frown of confusion or question, just that same smile that he wants to see every day for the rest of his life.

"I am so so so happy. I mean look at my life." Y/n assures him then laughing when he squishes her in a near rib cracking hold.

If there's one thing to know about Max it's that his hugs are always indescribably perfect.

"I love you." Y/n states while Max kisses her neck lightly.

"I love you too. More than you probably realise."

The pictures were everywhere by the next morning and with y/n always being an earlier riser than Max. She is confronted with it via answer Max's ringing phone.

"Max's phone, hello Christian." Y/n yawns since despite the secrecy of her and Max's relationship, his boss does know her. "I thought you were under strict instructions not to disturb us." Her teasing tone earning a small laugh before he clears his throat to speak. "Oh no is this an emergency? I can wake him up."

"I need to talk to both of you, but yeah I think you should wake him up.” Christian states in a tone that makes her frown a little before she gently rubs Max's stomach to ease hum from sleep.

"Maxie, Christian's on the phone. He says he needs to talk to both of us." Y/n sighs making Max groan before frowning and that one look communicates what he's thinking. "He said it's important. Don't give me that face."

"Can't I have any time off undisturbed?" Max grumbles knowing that actually he always gets time off that goes undisturbed. Y/n chooses to ignore his morning moodiness and puts Christian on speaker for them both to hear him.

"Alright Christian, we're listening."

"Someone leaked photos of the two of you at the beach yesterday. They're pretty high quality and they caught you kissing, hugging looking very cute but obviously...it wasn't what either of you wanted when it comes the status of your relationship and the public."

Y/n has to wince knowing that while she isn't happy, Max is about to go full rage at the next race because the media can never get hold of information about his personal life without making a comment about it. Even if it's not directly to him. Plus the fans online go feral.

"Thanks for letting us know, Christian." Y/n states as she looks at Max only to sigh when he gets up and walks out the room. "He's gone to get some air I think. I'll give him a couple minutes. But thank you for being the one to tell us."

"That's alright, I know Max doesn't get on his social media and they thankfully haven't figured out who you are so it's not as if you have too much to worry about for now. But it is probably a matter of time."

Y/n didn't attend the next race though she was meant to, purely in hopes things might settle down since online people just went mental she thought it'd be better if she wasn't spotted around the paddock in support of any team. "I want you at the next race." Max announces as he walks into his apartment where y/n has been taking care of his cats in his absence.

"You want me at the next race?" Y/n questions almost amused by his demand. "Why? What happened?"

"Everyone saying that I am a bad boyfriend to hide my girlfriend away." Max grumbles making her look at him for a moment, the amusement still hiding behind her eyes. "They're speaking badly of you too, and I don't think it's fair."

"Speaking badly of me?" Y/n smiles though the amusement has faded and she's wavering.

As per Max's suggestion, she'd not really been online because god knows what might be said about her or what might be assumed. Some people who know her but are more acquaintances than friends might leak information. Anything can come out when these things happen and a lot of that can be untrue.

"You have to tell me what people are saying Max." Y/n murmurs now just sounding really sad which makes Max regret mentioning it even though eventually she would've decided to go back online. After all she's not as inactive as Max when it comes to social media.

"They thing we have an arrangement of you using me for money and me using you for sex." Max grumbles making her look at him in shock.

"Like-Like I'm a sugar baby and you're a sugar daddy?" Y/n chokes out in disbelief but in a split second moment she begins giggling, covering her mouth. “Max, keeping a relationship with you takes quite a bit of effort. If I wanted a sugar daddy I think I’d choose someone who was a little less high maintenance. Like someone who doesn't need someone to babysit his cats."

"You love my cats." Max pouts while looking at his cats who are both curled up on her lap and actually only allow y/n to cuddle them. Not even Max gets that privilege.

"I do. But not exactly in the equation when it comes to a sugar daddy."

"Oh and you are so knowing of that?" Max hums, never being able to maintain his anger around y/n for more than a matter of minutes. Though he's not quite let it go. "You will come to the next race, won't you?"

"Yes. You know it's not going to go any better with me there." Y/ sighs while Max squishes down next to her. Much like his cats, he'll force himself into a space even if it's obvious he isn't going to fit. "It'll probably make it all worse. Plus when you think about it, they’re probably trying to provoke you into having me there.”

Max begins to sense her anxiety building as she begins to overthink it, maybe she wasn’t that confident about the whole thing. After all there’s still very little known about the two of them and their relationship. No one knows the length, how serious things are or even her name.

Yet that’s enough for fans to go rogue with assumptions and the media to be trying to sniff out her identity like she’s a fox and they’re the hounds.

“Will you consider it?” Max questions making her smile at him before she nods a little since she’ll almost definitely end up attending the next race. “Daniel wants to see you.”

“That’s because Daniel and I are best friends.” Y/n teases knowing that while Max trusts Daniel, he also can get jealous over her being close to anyone else. Even his friends.

“Oh yes, well I don’t see you living in his apartment with his cats climbing all over you so I’ll try to contain myself and how I conduct myself.” Max smirks while moving to hug her, and in the process he disturbs the cats making them jump off. “Oh well, I should’ve seen that coming.”

As expected, Y/n decided to attend the next race and she did so walking in with Max and being very much latched onto his arm.

"This feels like a horrible idea." Y/n murmurs while Max's grip on her hand tightens as they get into the Red Bull hospitality unit. "Sorry, I don't mean that."

"It's going to be alright, I'm not going to let them say anything to you." Max grumbles earning a small smile before he moves over to her and smiles brightly. "I think they should all love you."

"You would think that. You're my boyfriend, if you didn't think that then you'd be a really bad boyfriend." Y/n declares earning a small laugh from the driver.

Things continue, and while y/n tries to stop her brain from so viciously attacking her. Max keeps her close to him as they move around and he tends to all the duties of being and F1 driver.

"You have your girlfriend with you today." One of the journalists asks while Max sighs since he knew that this was coming.

"We are here to talk about F1, aren't we?"

"You're in F1 and she's here to watch the race."

"We can talk about everyone here to watch the race then. I think we can start with those in the grandstands." Max states while the Red Bull media team member with him visibly grimaces. They all knew it was coming, Max's blunt and unbothered responses when it comes to something he's not willing to discuss. On this occasion, it's his girlfriend who is being unfairly judged.

When they decide they're done, Max moves back out where y/n was watching and listening and her expression doesn't do anything but make him shrug.

"They should know not to talk about that stuff."

"You mean me?"

"I mean any relationships that any of the drivers have. For some reason they like to target me."

"Curiosity is in human nature." Y/n reasons but that's not what her boyfriend wants to hear right now. "Alright, well you have stuff to do and I want to visit Daniel and Yuki...can I please be let off the leash?"

"Make it sound weird." Max murmurs while she grins at him before quickly stealing a kiss and rushing off, not seeing how Max turns to watch her run off. The smile and admiration being caught by more media than he'd like to have there, but the Red Bull media manager is quickly rushing him away trying to keep him on track with the schedule. Something she's probably hoping will be easier to do now he's not fussing over y/n.

Though they make it no more than an hour before Max spots y/n with Daniel walking through the paddock and she seems to be in a serious conversation till her eyes catch Max's as she looks around and quickly says something to Daniel who looks at Max and smiles then watching her run towards him. He catches her in a hug which with the force of her running, knocks him back a couple steps.

"There's my pain in the ass." Max jokes then laughing when she drops down and swats at his arm. "What have you and Daniel been doing then?"

He actually knows exactly what they've been doing. Daniel is using his girlfriend who is the number one photographed person in the paddock this weekend to promote Enchanté by dressing her in his clothing brand.

"How do I look? I love the sweater and shorts." Y/n beams as Max takes her hand, raising it above her head to get her to twirl around. Neither even noticing that Daniel is capturing the moment for his jpeg account.

"Beautiful, but that's like always." Max smiles as she rushes off seeing Christian, wanting his opinion on the outfit, which of course earns praise since Christian will always support Daniel in his endeavours beyond F1. "This is the only time I'm going to let you use her for promoting your clothes...only because she is so happy."

Daniel realistically knew it was coming, she is innocently happy but he is somewhat using her for his own profit because he knows how much a photo of her is going today. Especially one of her looking so beyond happy with Max.

"It's good to see you with someone you love so much, Max." Daniel states clapping his hand down on Max's shoulder.

Max watches her interact with Christian for a moment and that's when it dawns on him. She is part of the family he was taken in by. Christian looks elated to speak to her about her clothes, he doesn't seem bored and annoyed. Max can tell that she feels just as heard and accepted as he felt when he came into the Red Bull team.

Further proof that they are a perfect pair, and he'll not be the only one protecting her from anything and everything that people want to say about her or both of them.

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joonipertree · 11 months

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Gang Leader Girlfriend Things™

Tags: Mikey x Fem!reader, Fluff, crack, no angst, he's only soft for you <3, love of his life

You know, I think the first rule of joining a gang should be 'don't piss off the leader'. Like, you wanna fight people who can whoop your ass? Go for it, that takes courage and respect. But you join a gang like Toman with 'Invincible Mikey' as the head, the one thing you should probably not do is make him mad.

(Nobody is stupid enough to do that though, much less Toman.)

Mikey personally didn't fight the weak, finds no joy in something that isn't a challenge. Two highschoolers that got recruited by Mitchy's crew? He could tell they were nothing from the back of their babbling heads.

"My god, there's no way a girl like that is here. She's so fucking hot."

"What's a girl even doing in a gang? There's no way she fights."

Mikey's eye twitched. Not only are you most definitely in Toman, with a gang jacket and everything (You had your own but you ended up wearing his most of the time, pretty in what's his.) One of Toman's strongest was Senju, someone who would kick their ass too.

"Do you think she's single?"

"She is not." Mikey drawled, eyes dead and head tilted. Draken came behind him, wondering why his captain was just standing there. Mikey was always friendly with new members but very evidently, those two were an exception.

"What a bummer. She could've been mine."

Draken wanted to laugh so badly but Mikey's hand was warning him into silence before he could.

Mikey couldn't see the dude's face but knew that he was too ugly for you. You weren't into pathetic fucks. And the only person Mikey was pathetic for, was you.

A lot of gang members' eyes were on them now, ready to bow to their captain but stopping when Draken raised his palm. They could tell something was off, looking at the two kids who just didn't bother turning. The aura around Mikey was practically tangible though, suffocating to anyone who took notice.

Yamagishi staggered towards his friends, ready to point out the very dangerous threat behind them. Of course, he was the one who recruited them. If he wasn't Takemitchy's friend, Mikey would've added him to his blacklist. Mikey's finger against his lip kept Yamagishi from saying anything. Their fates were sealed already.

"Man, I could probably take her boyfriend on. Easy win and I get her."

Draken choked, Yamagishi wanted to die, the few people who were close enough to listen stepped away. Mikey still didn't say anything, because the moment he was waiting for finally happened.

Chifuyu had let you know of the arrival with a nod of his head, pausing in his rant about a manga you guys had been reading. You saw Draken's head first, eyes lowering, knowing that Mikey would always fall close. And there he was, his blond ponytail the only thing you could see. Your heart filled up like it always did because fuck, you wanted to consume him in your love. His eyes peaked out and your smile stretched your cheeks.

You walked as if on auto pilot, feet having a pep in them as you did. He stepped out in full view and you squealed at his gentle eyes and outstretched arms. You practically ran to him, you missed him and missed him and missed him.

Your shoulder grazed someone's as you zoomed past and launched yourself into Manjiro's warm embrace. Strong arms encircled you immediately, his cheek squishing against yours. And before you knew it, your feet were off the ground as he twirled you around. Unabashed laughter left your lips, hanging onto him and letting his warm and wet kisses pepper your face. The swooping in your chest was welcomed, clinging to the boy you've loved for years. Your precious----

"Hi, Jiro~" You crooned, eyes open to catch his reddened cheeks and sparkling eyes.

He put your feet on the ground and pulled you close by the waist, noses touching each other's.

"Hi, baby." He said in a hushed voice.

You gave his cheek a peck, knowing one on the lips would result in him not getting off of you. There was supposed to be a meeting, so you decided to have him later. Being a gang leader's girlfriend was hard work.

"Did you have a good day?" You asked, knowing he woke up an hour ago, barely in the realm to text you a 'good morning, honey' ('Morning' in Mikey's realm was 1pm).

"Mhm." Mikey hummed, giving your cheek a kiss too. You relished in it.

"Where are you going?" Draken's voice came gruffly and you saw the tall man with his hands on two members' shoulders.

Your boyfriend's gaze fell on them, hardened and cold. It made you shiver, his arms tightening around you when you did. It didn't scare you, he looked hot but it never meant anything good.

You blinked at the two boys, confused and just now noticing the complete silence and the eyes of everyone on you.

I mean, you were a spectacle whenever Jiro was involved but weren't they used to it by now?

"You guys have really bad awareness if you didn't notice me even when I spoke up. I don't know if we want that in our gang." Mikey's words were sweet but dripping in venom, a grin to hide his clear rage.

"I'm so so sorry, boss! We didn't know she was yours, I swear!!" Dude no 1 got on his knees immediately, more so because his legs gave out.

"It's our first day, please have mercy." Dude no 2 shouted, bowing till his head met the floor.

Oh, you thought, they were actual idiots.

Seeing people bow and beg at your boyfriend was always surreal. You knew he had repertoire and respect because of years of being a gang leader. Personally, you never really understood gang things tm. But you knew your Mikey could kick ass and people looked up to him, so you always enjoyed the times he did gang leader things tm cuz it was hot.

"Yamagishi, you recruited them so you have responsibility. Have anything to add?" Mikey asked the frozen boy, who probably stopped breathing a long time ago.

"Uh, it was Takemitchy's idea?" The boy said, knowing who Mikey's kryptonite was.

"You're the one who asked me. Don't try to get me killed along with them!" The acting president hollered.

Mikey turned to his best friend, smile still plastered on his face. If Takemitchy didn't have the trauma to back up his biggest endeavour, he would be worried that the dark impulse would've possessed him from that interaction alone.

"Mitchy, normally I would let the head captain step in for any decision made about their division. But since they directly challenged me, we have to deal with it like all gangs do, right?"

"We didn't....we didn't know, promise!" Dude no 2 peeped out.

"Hmm, but wasn't it you who said that you could take her boyfriend on? It'd be an easy win? There's enough people who witnessed that."

"Oh, Lord Almighty." Takemitchy murmured, "nothing can save them now."

"Not even an hour in and they're going to die." Another murmur from the crowd. (It was Ran)

"I never said that, I am not a part of this." Dude no 1 threw his friend under the bus immediately. It was understandable.

"'She could've been mine,'" Mikey practically sang, taking off his jacket, "is what you said, right?"

"No I couldn't," you spoke absentmindedly, only looking at your boyfriend cuz you'd lost interest in the morons, "you're too ugly for me."

It was a blow that hit almost as hard as the kick they were about to receive. Mikey let out an affectionate snort as he covered your head with his jacket. The heavy material blocking your peripheral as he left your side within a second. A sick crack brandished the air, followed by two thuds.

"Welp, that fight didn't last. How boring, wanted to show off." Mikey sounded bored, the asphalt crunching under his slippers as he walked back.

"Are they--" Takemitchy's panicked pitch followed, a very common tone whenever Mikey was involved.

"Breathing." Draken called out, giving them a light kick on the side to check.

"Takemitchy, your crew is banned from recruiting." Their leader yelled back with his head only half turned, a flurry of 'yes sir!'s came.

"Thank you for holding onto my jacket, baby." Mikey whispered as he took the jacket off your head and draped it on his shoulders. His eyes were back to being kind and gentle, warm hand cupping your face in gratitude. You melted into him, eyes closing. He left a kiss on your forehead, keeping you close.

"Ah, I'm hungry," he whined, "let's go get mcdonald's. I didn't eat breakfast."

"You didn't?" You asked as he interwined your fingers together and tugged.

"I had cereal but that barely counts." Mikey started chattering on, waving a hand to dismiss the meeting that never began.

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apomaro-mellow · 1 year

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Steve let out the greatest sigh he'd ever heaved. "I can't believe I have to fuck him."

Robin's head whipped to him so fast like he just said he was gonna jump off a building. "You don't have to."

"No I'm gonna", Steve said, eyes not leaving Eddie. He was biting his thumb like he couldn't wait to get alone with him.

Robin looked back at Eddie, who was filling up his plate with things from the picnic table. "I don't see it."

"Because you're a lesbian."

"With taste. And standards. I mean what exactly has got you twirling your hair right now?"

"I mean look at him!"

Eddie had a plate in one hand that already had an open burger on it. The fingers of his other hand danced like they were trilling a piano as he was deciding on what to put on the plate next. He grabbed some chips on the side and then placed the plate down to figure out what he condiment he wanted.

Eddie put his hand on his chin like it was the utmost important decision. Then he grabbed the mayo and the mustard in one hand and squeezed them in a swirl.

"You gonna kiss him with must-ayo breath?", Robin snickered.

"I wish I was that burger", Steve said as he watched Eddie sink his teeth into it. Steve bit his lip while Eddie was licking som stray sauce off his fingers and Robin felt uncomfortable.

"Um, do you, Eddie, and the burger want some privacy."

If Steve was being honest, he didn't fully trust himself to be alone in a room with just Eddie and whatever he was currently feasting on.

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Eddie wasn't drunk. He wasn't even buzzed. No this particular evening, he was simply loopy on lack of sleep. He'd meant to go to bed, honest. But an idea popped into his mind and things kept adding in a delicious stew of inspiration and he just stayed up all night.

When Steve heard that, he nearly cursed him out for driving like that to his house.

"We were supposed to meet today, Steeeeve."

"It could've waited."

"Hmm, one doesn't make the king wait."

Eddie collapsed onto his couch and Steve thought he might conk out right away, but he was valiantly staying awake. Steve sat next to him and thought he might wait to see just in case Eddie fell asleep in the next 15 seconds.

Instead, Eddie reached out slowly with his pointer finger and booped Steve's nose. "It's so pointy", he said in a croaky voice. "Bet the girls loved that."

Steve snorted. "What?"

"When you ate 'em out."

"Dude!", Steve laughed. Eddie was always pretty candid, but this was another brand.

Then Eddie began to draw circles on Steve's face with his finger, all while drawing out that croaky sound before saying "Phooone hoooome."

Steve giggled and Robin finally spoke up from the loveseat.

"Yeah, I'm still here. But you know, movie night can wait or whatever."

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Steve's hands were in his face as he sat on the edge of his bed. Robin was patting his back reassuringly.

"There, there."

"It's just... Robin you should've seen him."

"I've seen him, babe."

"Not like this he was just-he was so into it!"

Steve had gone to pick up Eddie from the Wheeler's. He figured he'd find the other either with Mike, or maybe even Nancy. But no. Eddie had been in the backyard, in the middle of a very intense game of pretend with Holly. It had taken Steve everything not to strip and beg Eddie to give him his own babies.

"Have I...always been this much of a slut?", Steve asked.

Robin thought for a second before answering. "Yyyeah. But also, you've always been a goofball. Now that I think about it, you and Nancy had kinda an opposites attract thing. But maybe you don't need to opposite. You need someone as silly as you."

"Steve!", Eddie nearly crashed through his door. "We're making a blanket fort downstairs, you in?"

Steve rubbed his face and looked to Robin, admitting defeat with his eyes and then looked to Eddie. "Yeah. I really do."

#apo writes #stranger things #steddie #platonic stobin #steve is in the closet about his goofiness #and nothing else #robin has to tell him yeah yall are made for each other #ur both clowns

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THE FAMILY OF BEAUTIES

The girls the boys they all like Carmen.

(In this scenario Carmen is the fentons).

I just want to headcanon, that the Fenton's have a ethereal type of beauty, not sexy or hot. Ethereal, like if you didn't know that they're a family of Mad scientist, a obsessive therapist and a dead boy. they could've passed as deity's.

And the amity park's citizens can and will totally agree, they might've disagree and fight for a lot of things but the only thing they can agree on was the Fenton's was down to earth beautiful.

Like Jack Fenton for example, He has built that can seemingly bench you without any hesitation, but a himbo at heart, the greys of his hair compliments way it mixes with the black hair of his, if Jack isn't in his ghost hunting suit, he is pretty decent when it comes to his fashion sense, When Jazz first brought along her friends, the first thing they asked was if Jack was single, which caused Jazz to smack their heads individually with a newspaper.

And don't get me started with Madeline Fenton, because I cannot stop when it comes to her, My girl with her short straight Reddish-brown hair, looks like a masculine but also feminine beauty, Can and will bench you, if you have any ill intent towards her family, she came from a long line of riches if I say so myself. Tall as fuck, about 6'7 while Jack is 7'0. very elegant when it comes to fighting, that it looks like she's just dancing, Was titled as a Milf by Danny's classmate which made the boy groan in annoyance, Sam and Tucker calls out to Maddie and says "Mother is Mothering", just to get something out of Danny who looks at them with disgust knowing full well what they were trying to do. While Maddie is just happy for the kids to see her as a mother figure.

Now Jazz, My love, my girl. Her long Red hair that came down to her hips, and her blue eyes, made all the girls and boys in her college swoon, with her 6'4 figure she strutted down the halls with confidence, beauty and brains everyone would oh so called it, and her knowledge in martial arts didn't lessen her attractiveness, The humans and ghosts can agree with that delightfully.

And now her dearest sibling Danny, Danny is a nonbinary fuck that can gender envy anyone he meets, that's why he got bullied in the first place, he was too fucking beautiful and handsome at the same time, all the boys and girls of his school have atleast had a crush on him, He was the only cute boy there, what could they do? He stared at them with his icey colored eyes that made their legs tremble from the pressure, and that black hair that always seemed messy but in a good way. It didn't help when he got that lichtenberg scar, that ran up his neck and the side of his face. you should've seen him in P.E cause my guy got everyone staring at him.

And the Fenton family has fashion sense, if they really put their mind and soul into it, everytime they dressed up for a family reunion or just an outing it was a very sweet treat for everyone's eyes. like how it is right now.

The Amity parkers waved goodbye at the Fenton's as they went on and attended a gala they were invited to, it was supposedly because of the sudden rise and popularity of their works and how's it been helping the environment.

One citizen sighed as he looked at the car that family was driving as it slowly became smaller and smaller.

"You think they can handle Gotham, heard nasty thing bout that place." She questioned

"Girl, Gotham should be the one readying to handle them, that family may be beautiful, but their crazy." Her friend's answered

"well that does give them a more attractive look isn't it?"

"I hate how you're right."

The Gala the Fenton's went to certainly had an awkward atmosphere when they went inside, all the guest kept staring at them that it was starting to get creepy, did they overdress or underdressed, come on just walk towards start to talk or criticize them, because it's starting to get embarrassing for the family.

Gotham wasn't fucking prepared to meet the Fentons like as in, They had been awestrucked when the family walked in. A very tall man seemingly in his 40's with his hair gelled back, and a suit that fitted him too perfectly, gosh dang, even the homophobic guests couldn't help but stare, And then there was his Wife her straight her was curled and brushed out leaving a wavy effect that compliments her face shape, and that dress she was wearing was utterly gorgeous, fancy but also simple and mature, the heels certainly helped her height more and made her look more intimidating, The ladies blushed when she looks at them and smiles.

And don't get them started with the couples children, who looked adorable and elegant at the same time, The older sister had a aura that says: 'Im in your presence bow down' (And they would've if it was in a more private area due to the paparazzi's out the window). She wore a spaghetti strapped dress that had a slit on either side and was , making it more comfortable to move in for the girl, partnered by a white shawl made of silk, she had heels that also complimented he already tall stature, her hair was tied in a neat bun, with a few strands free to not make her face feel bare. And lastly the youngest everyone assumed, wearing a suit, double-breasted suit that was elegant and sophisticated it matched the way his hair is messed up for him to still look young, he was also wearing a black shawl that had specks of white making it look like stars. The family had a colour scheme of green, that made all gothamites present swoon, Including a certain family of bats.

(I might make a fanart of this later.)

#dp x dc crossover #dp x dc #dpdc #dp x dc prompt #dp x dc fanfic #dc x dp crossover #dpxdc fanart #dc x dp #dpxdc #danny is nonbinary #the fentons are beautiful #amity park is just built different #Spotify

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