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dollvied · 1 month

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Fic ideas? You posted but I was too shy to actually write under the post AHHH

Yandere Milkman Gojo?

Getou Demon x Reader who thought it would be funny to summon something out of a cursed book BUT didn't expect it to actually work

Like Snow-white inspired: Hunter Gojo x "Snow-white" reader

Slasher Getou X Final "Girl" reader

Anyways I couldn't think of more, have fun writing!!

𖦁ׅ ࣪ ׂ 𝑺𝑪𝑨𝑹𝑳𝑬𝑻 𝑴𝑰𝑳𝑲 ៵ 🐇 ࣪ ִֶָ ⋆

✦ summary . . . your husband is acting weird

✦ characters . . . yandere ! doppelganger ! milkman ! gojo x wife ! reader

✦ warnings . . . chubby reader in mind , use of " y/n " , uhh gore , blood , killing , people gossiping , kinda inspired by analog horrors , murder case , inaccurate breaking news script , not proofread

✦ notes . . . this js my first post and this one gets boring at the end cus i was rushing , it didnt turn out as i planned it to be :// this is kinda inspired by this post and i thoughg it would be funny lolol anw enjoy ! ! ! 💕💕

───YOUR HUSBAND is acting weird.

ever since he got hired as delivering milk, he‘s been acting strange, such as — looking at you for a longer time, going home later than usual, and in the morning you would always wake up with him just . . . staring at you.

you‘re not sure what it is about him (other than his behaviors), you‘re not sure if his eyes gets bigger and bigger with the more he stare at you, or when his eyes glows in the dark (you couldn‘t count with how many times you got heart attack when you woke up with him staring at you in the dark at your closet).

or maybe when you saw him glaring into another man who‘s looking at you for too long for his likings . . . but as soon as you looked back at him, his expression changes into his usual smile to you. whenever you bring it up, he always waves it off, “you‘re just imagining it, darling.” is what he would say to you.

and like a good wife, you trust him. of course you would trust him, why wouldn‘t you?

it was around 11:02 pm, you were currently waiting for your husband to arrive soon. usually he would be home at 10:30, but nowadays he arrived at 11:00. the dinner that you made for him was now cold, even though you covered it with the food cover.

after two minutes of ads on your television ended, a news came up on the screen;

“breaking news! a 22 year old harada kyou was found missing. her husband reported that she was gone since morning.” said the man in grey suit, pausing before passing the speech to the said woman’s husband. “i tried contacting her but she didn‘t respond to me. i called her family and friends to know if she’s with them, but unfortunately she’s not with them. she‘s been gone since this morning, when she promised to go home at 5:00 after going to supermarket.” the man continued his story, but you weren‘t paying any attention to that.

instead, you were trying to analyze the woman in the screen. she looks familiar, you thought. but after connecting the dots, you finally recognize her! she was your neighbor. you and her don‘t always talk, but whenever you guys would bump each other, you both would have a small talk before going to your destination.

your thoughts were interrupted when a bell on your door rang and you turned to see him. “hey darling!” he came up to you. you stood up and grabbed his face, planting a gentle and loving kiss on your husband‘s cheek. “welcome home, baby. how was your day?” satoru put his hand on your plushy waist, “it was okay, couldn‘t wait for the curry chicken!” he joked.

“don‘t worry sweetheart, this is a different type of milk! a scarlet milk . . — anyways, i‘m goin’ shower.” he says, but not before kissing your nose and let go of your waist. you stood there, just thinking whether you should trust him or not, especially with him covered in scarlet milk. then, the television spoke again, catching your attention.

you chuckled, but it died down when you noticed the huge red spot on his shirt (that you somehow didn’t notice). you were slightly hoping it wasn‘t something you think it was. “‘toru . . . what’s this red stuff on your uniform?”

“if you see a doppelganger, please immediately contact D.D.D. thank you.” and with that, the news continues with another speech.

your husband is weird, he act like he‘s not worried about the death of your neighbor.

“the neighbor beside us went missing? well that‘s unfortunate.”

“miss tagawa went missing? that‘s sad.”

“the girl who goes to the café all the time was found dead? damn, anyways!”

it‘s like your husband didn‘t care about the people, only caring about you. he laughs it off when you inform him about the concern death of your neighbor, as if it wasn‘t something he needs to worry about.

but still, you love him no matter what. even when he watches you from the dark, growing taller and taller.

“i‘m so sorry! please don‘t kill me—” the woman chokes on the sobs, when the creature grabs her by the hair. the wide blue eyes tells her not to mess with him, let alone his wife. “heard you were talking about my wife, mind to repeat?”

the hand that was pulling her hair is now strangling the woman. “i‘m sorry . . ! i promise not to do it aga—” her throat was slit by the sharp nails. he rapidly stabs the woman until satisfied. her body is then separated and was thrown in a lake, hoping someone to see them.

he then morphed into your husband, with blood on his uniform. he got a text from you, which read;

wife ❤

hi toru ❤ i got a curry chicken tonight

was wondering if you would like some sardine?

sent at 7:28 pm

he chuckled at his wife’s text, before replying

of course darling

i‘ll eat any food you cook

sent at 7:28

wife ❤

awww ❤🥺 thats so sweet baby

hope u like the lunch btw <3

sent at 7:29

you reacted their message "❤"

his smile dropped when he heard a footstep, he quickly sprinted and hid behind a tree. it was a policeman, he was patrolling the area that satoru killed the woman previously. he hid behind the tall tree and waited for the perfect moment. without hesitation, he opened his mouth, widely enough to eat the man.

he then walk on the road, looking for victims to kill, specifically, your neighbors. the one who gossiped about you the other day.

as satoru left the elevator, there was five women in a group, the were whispering. he usually ignores them, but then he heard your name in their conversation.

“i heard that gojo‘s wife has no job! how pathetic!” said the woman. “and not only that, but her husband has to work everyday! how sad, i could never.” the old lady said, snickering. “all she does is stay at home cooks for her husband a cold meal! i bet her husband didn‘t care about her.” the two other women nodded, agreeing at the so-called captain.

satoru‘s hand were tight, balled up into a fist. no such person should talk about you like that, never. he ignored the way his palm was bleeding. he ignored the urge to just slit off their throat and started to walk. he could hear them hushing each other when they saw him walking past the group, eyeing the man.

disgusting, he thinks. only y/n belongs to me, he thinks again, heart fluttering at the thought of you.

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90ekz · 4 months

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“WE AINT GOOD-GOOD, BUT WE STILL GOOD”

debrief: when your ex-boyfriend ony comes down with a cold, you clock into your nurse shift, as well as resolving some old feelings.

tags: black!fem!reader, sickfic but like.. not, use of the n word, make-ups and break-ups, you make ony nervoussss 🥹, implied eremin (i love them), pure fluff, healthy communication cs ik some of y’all be bashin niggas heads in

an: bringing in the new year with some fluff !! i love you guys, and may 2024 bring everything you desire in abundance <3

ex-boyfriend!ony who was so heartbroken when y’all split, but knew it was for the best. he didn’t wanna drag you down with all his mess, (even if you insisted over and over that you were okay) and you were busy trying to get your masters. even through this, close contact was kept, and y’all leaned on each other for support.

that’s why it was such a shock when connie and jean had let it slip that he’d been sick for 3 days. you sat on the notion, wondering why he didn’t come to you or even say anything, and waited for a call, but when none came after a few hours, you were dialing his number harshly into your phone and letting it ring with a scowl on your face.

“onyankopon.” you spit over the phone, hearing him sputter at the use of his full name. dull music played in the background, and you could swear you hear other voices, hushed.

“h-hey mama, what’s goin on?” ony refused to let his composure slip, all his boys were over and he had told them that he had stopped fuckin’ with you. they all opted to come over to chill (smoke) even while he was down with a real bad cold. he caved and took a few hits before deciding that his lungs weren’t strong enough right now, and passing the spliff to connie wordlessly.

“you got something you wanna tell me?” you sat patiently, giving him the opportunity to tell the truth before jumping to conclusions. maybe there was a reason for it, everything happens for a reason, right?

“uh…nah i been chillin—hold up.” your eyebrow jumped at his labored breathing mixed with the sound of him hushing someone in the background before pressing the phone back to his ear. “anyways. im good, nothing to tell you, im cool. you cool?” your suspicion grew at his constant throat clearing and groans.

“you a damn lie.” before he could even respond, you were hanging up the phone and two beep sounds rung in his head. he tried to call back twice before getting a notification that you’d left home and were on the pathway to his house. the drive was only about 10 minutes, and knowing you, you’d be here in 5.

“aw shit—all y’all gotta go.” ony stumbled to his feet, ushering connie, eren, armin, and jean out of their seated positions and towards the front door. “man i was just getting high, the fuck goin’ on?” eren mumbles lightly, placing his jacket around armin’s shoulders and finishing packing his bag.

“someone’s coming over, c’mon.”

“who bruh?”

“y/n nigga, i think she knows im sick. y’all gotta go, now.” the whole group erupts in protests of ‘i thought y’all were done’ and ‘don’t kick us out for that, man!’ but ony didn’t care. he hadn’t seen you in person for a while, and he still needed to cover his tracks. the whole group rolls their eyes, save for connie and jean, who looked like they’d seen a ghost.

“connie, jean, why y’all look like that? what did y’all do?”

“it was him!” jean points to connie, completely throwing him under the bus. connie almost protests until he sees the sour look on ony’s face, and they’re scattering out the door with ‘im sorry’s’ flaking from their lips, leaving armin and eren to snicker under their breath.

“you said you were done with her, why now?”

“as much as i would love to give you an in-depth synopsis on my relationship status, i really don’t have time for allat right now.”

eren rolls his eyes, his attitude shown clear on his face. he wasn’t the biggest fan of ony’s relationship with you, considering that he’s the one who has to hear all the bullshit between you two. armin intertwines his pinkies with eren, an easy soother to his irritation.

“if i have to hear about this shit later, i’ll kill you.”

with reluctance, the couple left—armin apologetically excusing eren’s rudeness—and ony was left to spray fabreeze for the weed smell, and splash cold water on his face to hopefully extinguish his up-ticking fever, just in time for your harsh knocks to come on the door.

ony opened it, albeit barely enough for you to see his flushed face. he was feeling real feverish now….

“you ain’t tell me you was coming over.”

“i don’t have to tell you. open this damn door and stop playin wit me.” ony gulps as he unlocks the chain on the door and sees you fully. all you had on was his hoodie that he was sure you said you were gonna give back, and some nike pro shorts that he couldn’t see. you held a bag of unknown contents in your hand. you eyed him up and down before stepping inside like you owned the place.

he loved when you did that shit, this man is down bad.

you twirled the string of his sweatpants between your freshly done nails, and ony swears his temperature went up 10 degrees. you had this look in your eye that was the epitome of concern and irritation having a fist fight.

“so when were you gonna tell me that you were sick?”

“i wasn’t. i didn’t want you to worry about it, but the opptastic duo just had let you know, i guess.” ony followed as you proceeded deeper in the house, but you paused as you entered the living room. your eyebrows furrowed and your nose crinkled.

“what’s that smell?”

ony gulped, just playing shrugging and playing dumb. the cloud of fabreeze hadn’t really covered the weed smell all the way, and he was sure that you were about to bust him for smoking while he was sick, and he really wasn’t tryna hear all that at the moment. he was ready to get in his bed (preferably with you in it..)

“do not play wit me, what is that japanese cherry blossom shit im smelling?” you threw your keys and bag down and paced around the living room, flipping over pillows and looking under couch cushions. ony protested, promising that he didn’t know what you were talking about, and thought to himself that you were just smelling yourself.

until you pulled an empty cart refill wrapper from beneath the cushion.

aw shit.

you looked at him like he was a dumbass—which he was—before watching him smack his teeth and snatch the wrapper from your hand begrudgingly. the words “CHERRY GLAZE” in bold lettering burned his eyes, before vaguely remembering that armin had switched out his liquid before he’d left.

ony teetered on the truth, but he knew you’d be pissed about him having his boys over when he was clearly sick, so he settled on a lil white lie.

“oh, that’s uh—that’s some of my old shit.”

“if i’m recalling correctly, aren’t you the one that said that you didn’t like smoking that ‘fruity shit’?” ony cleared his throat—in a way he only does when he lies—before just grunting in response.

“and even if you didn’t say that, you hate cherry flavored anything, so that begs the question… what bitch was smoking this shit on your couch?” you jabbed your freshly done pointer nail into his chest, feeling his breath stutter under your touch.

he was caught between a rock and a hard place, and figured he’d just tell you the truth, even if you’d get mad.

“basically, the boys came over and eren brought his lil boyfriend or whatever he is—”

“wait, eren’s gay?”

“apparently. anyways, his name is armpit… or was it arm and hammer… whatever sum like that, and he was smoking his cart and replaced the liquid on the couch and i guess the wrapper fell between the cushions. no bitches were over here, i swear.” ony holds his hands up in defense, reassuring you that he was telling the truth. you smiled, as you believed him regardless. you knew he didn’t roll like that anyway.

“bae, relax. i believe you, i was just tryna see you sweat. just sit down, i bought you some soup.” you smiled at him with all your teeth, and ony was sure that he fell in love all over again. he missed you more than words could explain, and he just wanted you to come home again.

he finally let himself relax and he slumped onto the couch, his headache hammering against the back of his eyes. you took a seat on the ottoman next to him, unpacking his favorite potato soup and crackers. you crush up the crackers in the soup and stir, just like he likes, and unscrew the cap of his blue fanta.

“i think—no, i’m already in love with you. i dont think i ever stopped.” ony mutters as you spoon feed him and he has the urge to cry. you were always so gentle and caring with him, and you’ve never stopped, regardless of what the relationship status was. that’s what he loved most about you—it didn’t matter what happened between you too, if he needed you, you were there.

he missed you so, so bad.

“stop talking with your mouth full, you’re gonna get soup on your new carpet.” you attempted to brush off his words, and the way that they were making your face heat up.

“fuck the carpet. i’ve never been so serious in my life, mama. i love you more than you know. ‘just want you to come back to me.”

you two broke up because you mutually needed space and time to yourselves. it was an agreement, yet neither of you committed to it for more than a week. before you knew it, you were back texting him good morning, as he was texting you good night. all you wanted was to be his girlfriend again, but you wanted to give him the space he needed.

you set the spoon and soup aside, watching the way ony’s deep brown eyes twinkle under the low light of the living room.

“ony, i want to give you your space, that’s the whole reason we broke up to begin with. you deserve that.”

“i had enough space. you not living here no more, not being up under me when i sleep, not kissing me when i wake up, only seeing you at parties, that’s space, and i’m real tired of it,” ony laces his fingers with yours, kissing the back of your knuckles as he used to do.

“i want you back. i want you back in my face all the time, i wanna wake up mad cause you took all the covers, but then it goes away when i see how cute you look all bundled up. i want my initials on your nails again, i want you. i need you, baby. come home to me, please—“

“okay, okay! that’s enough, you’re embarrassing me!” you hide your head in the crook of his neck, suddenly feeling bashful about the way he was relaying his apparent undying love to you. everything he does flusters you still. you don’t miss the way his hands grasp you even tighter than they used to, if that’s even possible.

“i just want you to promise me that i’m not hurting you.”

“you could never. my perfect girl would never.” ony places a kiss on the top of your head, making sure to hold you even tighter. you choose not to mention his sniffles at the current moment, and let yourself be lost in his love.

“i missed you too, ony.”

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leaentries · 3 months

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I think this is my first time ever sending something like this but your writing genuinely makes me so happy. It helps me feel so much better about my body. I love seeing fics with plus size readers I feel there aren’t enough. Okay okay enough gushing hear me out. We’ve established Jack is the type to love tits so I can imagine he would probably fall asleep with one in his mouth. As for Luke I feel like he would go feral seeing his girl in his jersey to the point he can’t help but make her keep it on and yank her by it during sexy time.

- 🤺 (not sure if you have someone with this emoji sending asks it’s just my fav so I shall go by that for now)

UGGHHHH YESSSSSS OH MY GOD

luke is so large, yet still only 20?? like i feel he doesn’t quite know how big is truly is (i mean we’ve all seen him on the ice floppin around)

with that, he doesn’t realize his strength and will legitimately manhandle you. he love love love LOVES seeing you in his jerseys. like they already are big bc he’s a big boy, but they have to be even bigger to fit around all the gear underneath. so basically:

you’re swimming in his jersey.

his brain absolutely malfunctions when he comes home from a game (let’s say you couldn’t be there) and finds you on the couch in one of his jerseys, baby boy is so flustered and turned on and head over heels for you, it’s not even funny.

luke all but DRAGS you to the bedroom

fucking loves when you ride him, he gets to see everything that he loves bouncing up and down on his cock…what could be better? (def loves watching your tummy and tits)

as for jack, dude just lives to have his mouth on your titties. i mean, there’s not much else to say. he loves boobs, and quite frankly, the boobs love him

(also welcome to my anons, sweetheart!)

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strawberrrier · 6 months

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young love

It's adorably sickening how endearing he is.

It makes your heart ache when you try to hide your smile. Not of anything bad, really, but rather the opposite. Because there lies your truth beneath your smile in reasons of him. The truth he's yet to know.

The truth he's undeniably cute in oblivious of.

He is such a loser.

A damn loser who has your heart skipping its beat when you walk through the school gates. A damn loser that makes you soar inside as you see him for the first time in the day. A damn loser who you loudly cheer for in the bleachers to each game, win or lose, your heart screams for him.

If your noise for him isn't enough to be heard, you could only hope your silence could be.

Nevertheless, you don't take it upon him.

One of the smartest people you know and still could be the dumbest. Always adorably so. Irritating, however—he's cute.

"What?" He asks, his eyebrows raising, along with that damn smirk of his.

Breaking you out of your daze. The two of you sitting across from each other. You've lost yourself while he was talking about his volleyball activities that you yourself asked of.

You only look at him, not saying anything for a moment but just stare, your smile evident. "What?" He laughs. It's a knowing look of yours, that he can tell, but he doesn't know.

You clicked your tongue, "Nothing." You shrugged, your little, calm smile stays nonetheless.

"Seriously." He pressed, playfully so despite that he really wants to know.

Your lips turns up more as you look down on your lap. Whether he's still as clueless or he's beginning to know the littlest of it—you couldn't care less at the moment.

Softly huffing out a little laugh to yourself as you look at him then again, "Nothing," you utter again, tutting your head lightly. Your bright smile turns calm and little again, but one could not miss how fonder it became.

He doesn't.

It's a wonder how you could held his gaze with him not breaking it, all while his grinning eyes remains. "I just....." You trail off, your voice turning mellow. "Adore you."

Tetsu breathes a little laugh. He nods as he looks down for a second, his ever teasing grin melting to a smile he rarely has. He looks up but to the side, his smile stays and it gets wider.

Before he looks back at you again. And there you figure, that finally—"I know."

💌🖋️: i miss him. that's it. very high school happy crush inspired

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agendabymooner · 6 months

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SOMETHING BROODY !!! MICK S. X FEM!READER (18+)

summary: dilf!mick really wants more…

content warning: smut under the cut (minors dni!), pwp, use of explicit language, unprotected sex (use protection yall) body worship, breeding kink, mentions of lactation, broody!mick

note: cursing tle anon but it’s okay she gets to have the best of both worlds with the wholesome content then the filth after. enjoy xx (this is also my tenth smut— what’re y’all doing to me…?)

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💌re:moony’s planner is opened!!!

broody.

that was the first thing that came to mind when she saw her husband pouting in the corner of the room while their little daughter gave her slobbery kisses all over her face. he was fucking pouting instead of grinning widely at the sight of his girls— and she knew exactly why he was reacting like this.

mick schumacher was brooding, and all she could do was giggle at the sight of his cute pouting. their daughter looked so much like him— so much like him.

and while she was amused at the sight of him, he wasn’t feeling the same way. in fact, all he felt was nothing but pent up frustration as she continued to act all innocent— pretending like she didn’t see how much he needed her.

“da,” their little girl, minna schumacher, was indeed a delightful girl. with her pretty eyes and chubby face, she acted as a welcome distraction for mick’s needs — putting her hands over mick’s face before her open mouthed kisses attacked them.

“minna,” mick’s wife said with a giggle, smirking at the german driver’s direction as she continued, “dada’s upset no? give dada a kiss? maybe that’ll help him.”

mick scowled at the direction of his wife, watching her fall from laughing hysterically before his eyes looked down at the baby.

“da da da,” minna babbled, letting out a high pitched squeal when mick chomped on her little fingers.

“num, nyam nyam— so cute i could just eat you up!” mick exclaimed, grinning as minna giggled. “you deserve everything, minnie baby.”

mick looked up to see his wife shifting on her seat, the tank top she'd just put on was tight around her chest as she adjusted the straps. his eyes continued to watch as she adjusted her top, not even noticing the smirk on her face before she slightly tugged down her shirt — her breasts were plump and taunting him.

“da!” minna exclaimed, getting frustrated at the lack of attention from her father before mick looked back at his daughter with a cheeky grin.

“‘m sorry, liebe,” mick murmured, pressing loud kisses all over the infant’s face as he continued, “dada will give you everything youuuu want~”

“in fact,” mick glanced at his wife, “if you ask dada for a sibling? i’ll give you as much as you wan’, little baby.”

“you don’t even have to ask for one,” he grinned cheekily, now staring at his wife as his eyes darkened. “i’ll make sure you’re happy with all the siblings you’ll get before you can even walk.”

his wife shifted in her seat once more.

yeah. he really was brooding.

a whimper escaped her mouth pathetically, her legs hooked over his shoulders as he grunted quietly.

he covered her mouth and shushed her, “shh, you don’t want her to wake up, schatz.”

her eyes were covered in tears, her pussy too overwhelmed with his girth as he pressed his hand at her stomach. his eyes gleamed in excitement, “ya feel that?”

she nodded frantically, her senses turning up to a notch as his cock slid in and out of her like it was a puzzle being teased to be completed. “that’s me, schatzi.”

“you look so fucking hot, love,” he crooned quietly, his body weighing the two of them down as he continued to fold his wife in half.

he looked down at her writhing body, admiring the youthful glow that mixed with motherhood as he grinned. her postnatal body — despite having a baby who’s close to turning one — showed nothing but the marks of love and devotion for their child. one that they made and continued to raise with pride.

he just couldn’t believe that this body grew the little one that they have now. his wife was a goddess and he couldn’t find himself denying that.

his thrusts turned frantic as he chased his high and hers, hips slamming against hers as she whimpered quietly, her fingernails making marks on his back as he let out a strangled moan, “god, you’re so fucking beautiful. so good f’me— such a pretty woman with the prettiest body.”

“growing my child in this body— fuuuuck~” he groaned, “gonna give you more to raise, schatz. y’want that?”

“mm- hm,” she nodded as she cried quietly, her sensitivity increasing as her walls tightly clenched his cock.

“gonna fuck you ‘til you have more of my kids,” he whispered in her ear, his fingers rolling her nipple as liquid escaped her breast. “gonna fuck you full— make sure that these tits are full of milk again— y’want that?”

“you’re gonna give our girl more siblings,” he whispered heatedly, his cock stilling to fill her cunt to the brim as he groaned.

she let out a high pitched moan before her body eased from the orgasm, feeling herself stuffed by his cum as her body finally calmed itself.

full was what she felt. content was what they both felt as they cuddled closer, legs tangling together as they breathed quietly.

then she spoke with a grin, “you really were brooding.”

mick chuckled and shoved her playfully, “shut up.”

#mick schumacher fluff #mick schumacher imagine #mick schumacher x reader #mick schumacher smut #formula one imagine #f1 fluff #formula one fic #f1 imagine #f1 fanfic #formula one smut #f1 smut #f1 x reader #f1 fic #mick schumacher #ms47 #💌 re:moony’s planner #♔ something sinful ⎯ f1 smut

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dolliestfairy · 11 months

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𝑆𝑜𝑓𝑡 𝐹𝑙𝑜𝑤𝑒𝑟 𝐹𝑎𝑖𝑟𝑦 ❁ ₊ ˖ ་ ݁٬ ࣪✧ ،

Fluff Billy Loomis, Jason Voorhees, Michael myers, Jennifer check headcanons with Chubby!fem!reader who is a Flower Fairy ʚ(❛▿❛❁)ɞ

𖧷 Warning : Killing, Disembowel, Slaughtering, Killing in Public, Overprotectiveness, Mocking/bullying, maybe some misspelled word and yeah thats it.. i think. lmk if i miss anything. Reader Skin Color Is Not Announced

𖧷 A/N : Just taking a break yesterday, and now i'm writing again. hope you like it. and please give me reblog and feedbacks if you enjoy my writings :)

Enjoy Reading My Fairies ₊ ˖ ་ ݁٬ ࣪ ،♡ 🧚🏻‍♀️

𖧷 Billy Loomis

• He freaking love about the opposite vibration you both gave to each other

• would kill for you, not definetly, but obviously.

• first time he know that you're a no human he kinda freaked out a little bit

• he doesnt want to admit this but he really think that you're a cool person.

• you can grow flowers and nature and leaves and bla bla bla, thats freaking cool yk..

• would try to keep the secret that you're a fairy,

• although sometimes he cant help but let a few words about you leave out of his mouth making his buddies confused.

• but overall he really loves you and ESPESSIALLY the curves of your body... chefs kiss 💋

• really proud having a chubby flower fairy as his gf ₊ ˖ ་ ݁٬ 🧚🏻‍♀️💌

𖧷 Jason Voorhees

• thinks he doesnt deserve you.

• now dont get me wrong here, he freaking loves you and its a fact that you manage to bring the little jason out of his big mass body.

• but as we know, he's also a very very insecure boy :( so compare to your beautiful body he sometimes think he doesnt deserve you, and you deserve someone better than him.

• but you always make him feel better in bed where you make him feel so good it boost his confidence <3

• its only make him love you even more.

• and just like billy, he had no problems to disembowel anyone who dare to touch your hair in a wrong way,

• and given the fact that you're a fairy, he might get a little too overprotective of you, but its also because he love you so much and would love to keep the secret of you being a fairy tight-tight.

𖧷 Michael Myers

• he first think of you as a weirdo 😁💀

• but as times goes by, he also known the fact that you're not a weirdo, you're just simply a non human creature (unless you're actually a weirdo, that would be plus-plus <3)

• he thinks it cool of how you manage to make a flower bloom, to grow flowers with your power and ect..

• but since he doesnt talk, he just sometimes like, like he sees you 'performing' and then he just aggresively nodding at what you're doing.

• thats actually how he shows himself enjoying something.

• he also thinks your wings is a pretty combination with your chubby body.

• he would rather die than admitting this, but he is freaking love cuddling with you.

• and yes, he also had no problem to slaughtered everyone who talk down and look down on you.

• even if he had to kill everyone in a public place, in the middle of the city or whatever, he had ZERO problem.

• also since he doesnt talk, you dont have to fear about getting your secret spilled. and even if someone already like heared a little about you being a fairy, you best believe they're gonna be dead in just a few days later.

𖧷 Jennifer Check

• oh my god yk what?? this reminds me of like Lana del rey and Taylor swift friendship dynamic!!

• like she's the Lana del rey girl, and you're the Taylor swift girlie (unless you also like lana del rey just like me, it will also be a plus plus<3)

• REALLY REALLY PROUD having you as her partner.

• if someone mock your relationship with her because since she always view as an it girl or simply a 'perfection' it will be no doubt that you might get mock a bit.

• and when she find out about the fact that you're getting mocked by someone? oh god.. you best believe they're gonna be dead with their stomach ripped open.

• she gives zero fuck about their gender, age or status or whatever. if they fuck with you, they fuck with her, and you know what happen if someone fuck with her

• fuck with her is already bad, and now they want to fire it with fucking with you? nuh uh. honestly, not the best idea ever.

• and ok i know she's like very popular and she's also an extroverted lady, but she would try her best to keep the secret of you being a fairy.

• and since you both are non human, she didnt afraid to tell you what kind of creature she is.

• but she is, somehow, well not afraid, just worry that you might leave or hate her for eating a mankind.

• but overall, she's really love you and your talent, she might get a little envy about your talent or whatever, but that enviness will be quickly replaced by her proud nature about having a 'secret' flower fairy partner.

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mistress-riddle · 1 year

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𝐓𝐄𝐀 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐘. tom riddle.

❦ cw ━ wife! reader, jokes about getting another woman? tom and y/n have a daughter.

MASTERLIST.

❦ request ━ i was wondering if u could write something about Tom Riddle x Wife Reader and they life and maybe them having kid, just some fluff in general I’m a sucker for happy endings 🤍 💌 — @pearlstiare

+ Reader coming home after a day of work to find Tom in a princess dress with a tiara having a tea party with their daughter — anon.

a sigh escaped your lips and you rubbed the back of your neck, eyes travelling to the watch you wore on your wrist to check the time. it was late and your paperwork was still piled in stacks, you already sent the people you worked with away and now it was up to you to finish it. this time you let out a groan, you barely spent time with your family these past few weeks and your daughter was getting sad about not seeing your more often before she was sent to bed.

you sighed once more and decided that you could bring some of the documents with you to complete them in your office at home, kill 2 birds with one stone as the muggles would say and so you quickly packed up and turned off the lights before signing off and apparating home.

upon entering your house, you were surprised to hear your daughters voice as she laughed merrily and so with careful steps, you silently walked to her room with the idea of scolding her father for letting her stay awake so late but your thoughts quickly disappeared at the sight of him and you found yourself subconsciously conjuring the muggle camera you bought and clicking a picture.

all and behold, tom marvolo riddle in all his 6′3 glory was struggling to fit into a chair designed for kids definitely not his height or build with a pretty tiara sitting on his head and clip earrings hanging on his ears, his right hand holding a pink cup and his left one holding the small plate that came along with the set. you admired the sight of the stuffed toys seated around the table as company as well.

the sound of a picture being taken snapped both of their attention and tom stared at you with something unrecognisable glimmering in his eyes, if you didn’t know better, you would’ve concluded that it was fear, something your husband claimed to be immune to.

"having fun without me?" you asked with a slight pout, approaching your little girl to pick her up and pepper her face with kisses, eliciting a delighted scream from her as she wrapped her arms around your neck.

"you’re not picking favourites right?" with narrowed eyes, you tried to hold a stern face as you looked at her but when she gave you a smile further enhancing the sight of her chubby baby cheeks you failed.

"you're lucky you're cute." you roll your eyes jokingly, placing a kiss on her check whilst you moved your other occupied arm further away from the man attempting to take a hold of the camera in your hold.

"mr. riddle." you said, focus now on him as he stood up with a clear of his throat "what do you think you’re doing?"

you waited patiently and saw him adopt a fake smile onto his face as he answered "i was going to take a picture of the two of you since you just looked so wholesome."

"oh dear, you must know that you can fool others easily but fooling your wife would require more than just a fake smile" you tap his cheek before taking a seat on the cushion on the floor placing your daughter on your lap as she played with your hair.

you looked up at your husband as you stared at the picture you took moments prior "funnily enough, when I first met you i always thought that you reminded me of a prince but now i’m beginning to think that a princess is much more befitting."

"you know I'm capable of getting a new wife, right?" he asked as he tucked his hands into his pockets and walked over to take a seat in front of you.

"with those looks? absolutely." you said "but with that bitter personality of yours? good luck finding one that stays."

tom rolled his eyes and picked up his teacup, sipping the liquid that was definitely juice and not without forgetting to raise his pinky up in the air. you attempted to control your laughter but once your daughter let out a giggle you easily joined her.

"we should do this more often, love, you really seem to be in your element," you looked down at your daughter “doesn’t he, dear?” she nodded her head in response and left your lap, waddling her way towards her father who picked her up and placed her on his, the girl cupped his face and muttered "pretty."

"that, he is."

tom placed a kiss on the little girl’s head before fixing her to sit with her back to his chest and his chin propped gently on her head, a small smile decorating his handsome features "how was work?" he asked whilst you took a bite of the desserts placed on the table.

"same old, boring and boring." tom noticed the way you eyes your bag with contempt.

"alright, it’s time for sleep, princess." he pat the young girl’s head that rested on his shoulder and she smiled tiredly.

"I'll put her to bed,” tom said once he saw you get up “you can go take a shower." you nodded and pecked your daughters face once more as you wished her a good night.

"did you have dinner?"

"I'm not incompetent." he said as he stared down at you with playful narrowed eyes.

"well obviously. if you were, I wouldn't have married you." you chuckled as you walked towards the bathroom leaving a sighing riddle who placed your daughter on the bed and began to tidy up the room.

once you finished showering, feeling content with the way your body felt refreshed and more comfortable, you left the shower and retreated to your bedroom to change into your nightwear. hoping to help tom with what was left to clean, you opened the door to find a dozing 3 year old held in her fathers arms.

“why isn’t she in bed?” you ask and take her from tom’s arms.

"she said she wanted to sleep with us." he saw you smooth down her hair and open your mouth to attempt to light deny but he pushed you closer towards your bed before you could start speaking "finish your work tomorrow."

“tom-” the little girl shuffled in your arms and let out a small whine "you riddles are the same." tom gave you his infamous smirk as he pulled the duvet covers off and rested on the bed, patting the spot beside him.

"come on, it's past her bed time." you rolled your eyes, carefully setting her sleepy figure in the middle of the bed and then got in after her. she quickly fell asleep the second you cuddled into her and tom placed an arm over your waist.

"good night, dear."

"good night, love."

#tom riddle #tom riddle x reader #tom riddle jr #tom marvolo riddle #tom riddle imagine #tom riddle headcanon #tom riddle drabble

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lov1ngdrysdale · 1 month

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If I wrote some chubby f!reader headcanons & stories would you be interested? I love reading the stories and headcanons with chubby readers so I’m curious!

Message me with any ideas you might have as well, love you sm! 💌

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90ekz · 10 months

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across the map.

☾ summary: usually onyankapon likes to keep his face shaven and sleek, but once he notices how you can’t keep your eyes off his new facial feature, he has other plans.

☆ tags: black fem reader, chubby reader, facial hair kink (??? idk man), sub!ony for like 2 seconds, overstimulation, porn w small plot, teasing, creampie, p in v, liberal use of “ma” & “mama”, mention of pregnancy, not proofread, vaginal fingering, onyan & y/n are roommates in college, business major onyan <3

♡ a/n: sorry for being gone so long, i’ve literally been so busy 😭😭, but thank y’all for 500 followers !!! the support means the world to me.

it wasn’t even intentional.

onyankapon had gotten so busy with his classes overseas that he’d slipped up on his weekly shave. he typically didn’t grow facial hair very fast anyway, but all of a sudden his goatee was sprouting like weeds.

he couldn’t figure out why, until he’d locked eyes with the facial serum connie had gifted him for his birthday. dumbass.

in theory, onyankapon should’ve already shaved it. he told himself that he wouldn’t do it the night before his flight, but he really didn’t have time to keep up with that promise.

and he was lazy.

onyankapon tried to ignore it, but everytime he went to touch his face he was reminded of it, and it just made him cringe. he was finally going home to you tomorrow, and he wanted to look perfect for his baby.

when he’d left home three weeks ago, you were so sympathetic and understanding about the lack of time you were gonna have to talk but still a bit somber, knowing your conversations would be reduced to good morning & good night texts.

now, he stood over his hotel room sink, attempting to both not fall asleep and shave at the same time.

it wasn’t working.

“fuck it. not even finna do allat,” he just flicked the bathroom light off, knowing had a long flight in the morning and it was already nearing one in the morning. he just hoped you wouldn’t be too uncomfortable with his stubble.

the next morning, onyankapon felt his lips curl upward when he received a million texts of you being so giddy about him coming home.

sweet cheeks 🤞🏾: BAE

sweet cheeks 🤞🏾: OMG BABY UR COMING HOME 2DAY

sweet cheeks 🤞🏾: HAVE A GOOD FLIGHT BABY ILYSMMMM

the whole flight home, all onyankapon could think of was your plush lips against his and that round ass that he would inevitably be fondling soon. the woman next to him probably thought he was a psychopath from the way he was randomly giggling to himself.

walking off the plane and eventually into the baggage pick up area where he finally saw your face for the first time in almost a month, onyankapon was overwhelmed.

the way your face lit up when you saw him, your body in that pretty little skims dress, god.

he felt like he was in love again for the first time.

you threw yourself into his arms and he was just as excited to see you, but he couldn’t help but kneed the fat of your ass as you kissed him senseless.

“have some shame, we’re in public.”

“can’t help it. my sweet lil’ thing, i missed you…” you gasped as he gripped your ass once more, but not for the reason he thought you did. your eyes had finally zeroed in on his newly bearded face, and you couldn’t help the ache that suddenly appeared downward.

you never saw onyankapon’s facial hair, or rather, he never even gave you the opportunity to see it. as soon as you jokingly commented on how his stubble was tickling you, he was in the bathroom with the door locked while the clippers released a small whirring sound in the background.

you’d always been curious. you liked a lil goatee here and there, but it was never a major turn on or anything.

but on your nigga? yeah, you needed him bad.

he wet his lips as he peered down at you, even giving you a peek of his shiny diamond grill as he smiled at you. you trailed behind him slightly as he led you to your car, trying not to stumble from the heartbeat down below.

“shiiii, slut me out.”

“whatchu say, ma?”

“nun! cmon boy, you walk slow.”

onyankapon let his hands wander the whole drive home. on your thigh, rubbing against your nipples, even rubbing small circles onto your clit at one point.

you two barely got into the house before onyankapon was caging you against the wall and attacking your neck with his teeth. all you could hyperfocus on was the scratch of his beard against your sensitive skin.

your hand snaked to rub the sweet spot on his neck, smiling to yourself as he turned to putty. he smiled into your neck, his own hands wandering under the seam of your dress. his eyebrows jumped upward at your wetness.

“fuck.. all this for me mama?” you nod weakly as he immediately pushes two fingers knuckle deep into you, already knowing that you’d been preparing yourself for when he got home.

any words this man was saying to you were barely making it into your ears. anytime onyankapon spoke, you were immediately drawn to his lips and chin, and just how mature he looked.

it was almost sophisticated.

“been gone for so long and you won’t even focus on me. makin’ me sad, baby.” onyankapon breathed out, still a bit in disbelief that you were finally in his arms again. his fingers worked an almost melodic rhythm inside of your cunt, while his palm kept your clit company.

“more—fuck, onyyy,” you couldn’t help but whine out louder as his stubble scratched against your neck once more. the scratch only added to the knot threatening to burst in your stomach.

“shit, get these off mama.” onyankapon tugged at your dress and the panties underneath, silently begging you to get rid of them.

“you nasty.”

“you want me to make you nut or nah?” you just smacked your lips and removed your dress. his eyebrow quirked when you didn’t immediately take off the panties and bra accompanying it, but he dropped to his knees nonetheless.

you shivered at his warm breath ghosting against your clothed pussy. he continued to lap and lick at you, leaving a heavy feeling in your gut.

yet you still wanted more.

you wanted more for the sole purpose of feeling his chin hair scratch and rub against your pussy, your neck, all over you, wherever he wanted.

“c-can you—fuck!” onyankapon just smiled at you, already knowing what you wanted him to do, all you needed to do was beg for it. he just continued his skillful movements, just wanting to tease you for a little longer.

“what can i do for you, my love?”

onyankapon struggled to conceal his laugh, because he expected that you wouldn’t beg to him, not without a lot of coaxing that is.

what he didn’t expect was for you to slip your panties down while he wasn’t looking and stuff his face nose-deep in your cunt without warning. his eyes grew wide as you started shamelessly fucking his face, while he struggled to not choke on his own moans.

between your essence dripping down his chin, the grip on the back of his neck and your whines, onyankapon’s cock found itself getting much stiffer much quicker than he anticipated.

every bump of your clit against his nose against his nose sent a zap to his dick. he just sat and took it, his grip on your thighs tightening so much that he started to wonder if he was gonna break skin.

sex with ony’ wasn’t usually this rough, but three weeks away from each other had your bodies screaming the second you came together again. he really didn’t know how you’d react to seeing him again, but he hadn’t considered that you’d be this dominant.

neither did he think about how much he’d like it.

you pulled him away suddenly, presumably so he could catch his breath. onyankapon could swear that you were talking to him, but his mind was completely gone.

“‘m sorry, mama. ‘shouldn’t have done it, just lemme please you.”

before you could respond, his tongue was roughly digging you out, his grip on your waist being the only thing keeping you on earth. he didn’t stop licking until you’d cum on his tongue twice and were begging him to stop.

“ooh, ony—too much..”

he barely cared, making that known as he continued to press kitten licks to your sensitive hole.

“hey—boy are you even listening to me?” onyankapon gave you a stank look as you pushed him away with your foot. you couldn’t help but laugh at how badly this nigga wanted you.

“i wasn’t done.” suddenly you were being flipped over and onyankapon’s thick cock was laying against the skin of your stomach. he looked just about ready to rip you apart.

he gave your clit a few taps before pushing home, the action making your eyes roll back. he didn’t hesitate to slam himself into you roughly back to back, the meat of your ass slamming against his balls.

onyankapon began to kiss on your neck, and smirked into the crook of it when he felt your cunt spasm around him.

“missed you so much ony—needed t-this..”

“fuck, missed you so much more.. such a good girl…” his thrusts only sped up as you whined his name louder and louder with each kiss his cock placed against your cervix. his grip on your waist was tight enough to leave bruises, as he latched onto you like he was afraid you’d slip away from him.

without any warning, onyankapon strokes his fingers against your clit, and your losing your mind while cumming on his cock. he just coos at you, wondering what he did to deserve you. the overstim quickly sets in though, and you’re not-so quietly begging him to slow down.

“shhh, i know you can give me one more ma, i know you can…”

‘one more’ turned into two, three, and eventually four drawn out orgasms, all sprayed onto onyankapon’s lower abdomen. fuckin’ liar. “mmhm, want me to nut in you mama? want this mini-me in you, yeah?” all you could do is nod weakly as he pumped you full, his thrusts finally slowing. your eyes cracked open to see him smirking down at you while he languidly stroked your cheek to make sure you were still with him.

“you so cute. you still with me?”

“mmm.”

onyankapon just smirked as he got some things to wipe you up with. after a few minutes, you finally started to sit up and recover, only to get an immediate attitude with him.

“i can’t believe i let you nut in me,” you mumbled as he turned on the newest episode of General Hospital. he just laughed at you, not being worried considering you’re on birth control.

“you’re so into the beard, you woulda begged me to anyway.” you just scoffed before walking to the bathroom to pee, knowing that he was right but not wanting to admit it.

“i was not.”

#anime #aot headcanons #aot smut #aot spoilers #onyankopon x reader #onyankopon snk #aot onyankopon #onyankopon x black y/n #onyankopon smut #black!fem!reader #aot x chubby reader #aot x black reader #aot imagines #i missed writing but i did need that break tbh lol #will syno admit that they’re mentally ill or will they keep writing smut ? find out next week on dragon ball z !#syno’s picks 💌

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a-kaash-me-outside · 1 year

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hiya babe, so sorry to do 2 asks in 1 day but what’s your thoughts on chubbychaser!atsumu or chubbychaster!osamu? not even as a fic, just a general drabble i’d SCRUMM IT UP!!!

- m 🐇💌

<3 hello!!! ~~ never apologize, i love the asks babe, send em all omg.

i absolutely wrote this instead of writing the last chapter of a bit dirty, but we're not going to talk about that or mention that or worry about that <3 <3 <3

i don't know if anyone KNOWS THIS / COULD TELL but i always write chubby coded readers? it's not usually apparent until you read smut and i don't put a lot of details in there necessarily, but the little details are there. i've never mentioned it before this, but thought it's a nice little bit of information if anyone was curious. (it's just bc i am! and so! that's how i write my reader <3)

but i do have a lot of thoughts about this, okay. SPECIFICALLY about <3 osamu <3 i actually was (am?) going to write an entire thing about certain hq men that i think could handle a chubby reader (bokuto, osamu, kuroo, iwaizumi... if you're curious)

BUT YKNOW, now that i'm thinking about atsumu with a chubby afab reader, i really do be havin' some thoughts??

idk if you wanted nsfw thoughts, but that's what you're going to get, minors dni thanks ♡ (nsfw atsumu with a chubby reader hcs under the cut)

♡ absolutely obsessed with your plush thighs, loves grabbing at them and laying his head on them and slapping them and fucking them, lasted an embarrassingly short amount of time the first time he slid his cock between your soft, fat thighs, squeezed them tightly around his throbbing length and came between them, cooing at you about how perfect and soft and pretty they are

♡ the first time that he asks you to sit on his face, you hesitate for a fraction of a second and he picks up on it. he's serious at first, asking you what's wrong and why you don't want to, but when you tell him why you're nervous, he gets dramatic, asking you what the fuck do you mean you'll suffocate him? that's exactly the fucking point.

♡ loves fucking you from behind, bending you over, slipping his cock inside of you without even looking and then fucking you so hard that your ass shakes, loves the noises that it makes when his hips slam against the fat of your ass and how red your skin gets from how harsh his thrusts are into you, cannot get enough of the sight of your ass jiggling every time he bottoms out inside of you

♡ can make himself come just by rubbing his cock between your fat lips, gets so fucking turned on watching his length slide against your pussy, swallowed by your puffy lips, so fucking sloppy, places his hand on top of his cock to force it between your folds, fucks against his palm and the mess you've made, and then comes all over your cute cunt and your stomach

♡ cannot get enough of the weight of you on his hips while you ride him, every time you slam back down onto his cock and the backs of your thighs slap against his hips, you can feel him twitch inside of you, fucking loves the feeling of you letting yourself fall back onto him, the tiny breaths that come out of you when you feel him so deep inside of you, the beads of sweat that form on his stomach when he lifts his hips up with you seated in his lap

#atsumu x reader #atsumu smut #hq x reader #hq smut #haikyuu smut #haikyuu x reader #hq x reader smut #atsumu x reader smut #miya atsumu x reader #atsumu x #toriwritesshit #tori's hcs!#asks!#m🐇💌!#TORI ADD THIS TO UR MASTERLIST

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strawberrrier · 1 year

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Home Again

Jason Todd X Plus Size reader

7k words. Bear with me. By far the most enjoyable chapter for me that I wrote, second is chapter ten. I hope it is to you guys as well, if not tell me what's your favorite among them!! ^^

Chapter Fourteen

Again and again and again, they tried to not repeat what was.

In Their Rest

Being met with your child on the verge of death shouldn't be not surprising but it is to Bruce. It is when everytime a threatening risks comes at their door, vision always clear in his head.

And it is, as his eyes saw Jason being shot that it made him fall, his own blood surrounding him.

Bruce was not gonna lose him again, not even soon.

He broke his promise and he intends to see it through.

Maniacal laughter echoes, shades of green surrounds as thick and hot red spilled. Clanging of metal played over and over again.

Not again. No. No. No. This ain't real. This ain't real. Fucking wake up.

It couldn't be. He couldn't be clawing out his way on a coffin, not again. No, if only he was stronger enough to break it already then he wouldn't have struggled to breathe and he would see daylight. And then he does.

Jason blinks rapidly and too many times. It was the ceiling of his room, he was in his room. But it couldn't be.....how could it be? The yellow light shining on him and the littlest dusts it shows must have only been in his mind. Yes, it might have only been as flashes of everything dark keeps coming. And he remembers the new one. Almost dying. Again.

Heavy, he couldn't move but stared at the ceiling, even opening his mouth was difficult, though he managed. Finally, he could breathe again, despite how heavy he was breathing, his chest, his whole body didn't feel like it was moving at all.

But as he began to feel beside heaviness, there was something on his hand....touch. There was touch, a hand was holding his and there was tracing. It was familiar and he wanted more. It took all of him to hold that touch tighter and he heard a gasp. He heard it before, he knew that voice, he would recognize it anywhere-

"Jason." It was her. Y/N.

A prayer, it chanted in his mind.

Y/N.

Whether it was only on his mind, he didn't care. All that he know is that he can feel her again and she was there. Holding him. Safe against each other. Memories came flooding in and he had never felt so light while he was drowning from all of it.

Y/N.

But it was nothing compared to him realizing that the sun shining on him was real afterall as his eyes met hers. He'd bathe in its light, in her light for longer than he can and he won't ever burn.

She's real.

Oh my God.

She's here.

Y/N sat beside his lying body. "Jason," breathlessly, she called again as he looked at her with gaze that was uneasy and far off ahead. "I'm here." He's here. With her free hand, she cradled the side of his face so gently, unable to believe she was looking at his blue eyes again. "I'm here." Said her but almost to herself to make sure that it really was real.

He's here.

"You're safe. You're okay." From her words, he trusted it. With her hold, he regained a little of his strength, he fought what kept him still and with closed eyes, he leans onto her touch. The warmth of her palm grounds him, he settled to it. She really was real. Who could have thought that resting one's cheek on a hand would feel like coming home, finding shelter from the cold by being near to a fireplace.

Her mouth parting a little as she sees him eases more onto her hand, it was a sight....an unbelievable one. How delicate he became in her hold, her thumb ghosting his marked skin. "Jason." Hearing his name by how soft her voice was....only then he remembers that how often she said his name...how it could make a man be greedy. He opened his eyes to look at her and how he wants to see her smile. She catches her breath, bearing his gaze that was gentle and yet fierce. His one hand held hers that was on his face and nuzzled to her touch more, enough and wanting more at the same time. Indeed he was greedy.

Jason began to move, wanting to sit up but he could only do too little, so naturally, Y/N was already there to help him do it. Their hands still together as he leaned back on the headboard, his eyes on their hands. Afraid that if he let go, he'll be gone again. He held her firmer.

She sees it. She sighed a smile in awe. "Jay," that almost took the breath he still struggled to have from him, intrigued eyes came back to her calling ones. There he saw her smile. His heart was still there, he realized—if he wasn't feeling that it was alive earlier, he was well aware now, and did it beat too fast.

At lost for words and unsure if he still had his voice, he just stared at her for a while that he sees what she was wanting to hear. He swallowed thickly, his throat was burning before he even spoke but he wanted to finally, at least give something back to her. "....I'm here." Strained voice came out.

He finally was.

Jason saw how it hit her when her face fell suddenly and nodded, looking down. He slids his free hand to hers and she held it tightly, then she held their hands together before pressing them to her forehead. Shaking breath from her mouth with eyes closed, tears were now falling freely. She bit her tongue to prevent a sob but it just made her breathing more difficult, chest starting to heave as it felt too heavy. He was awake and he was okay. In her arms.

He feels her tears sliding down on his skin while she was breaking, it shudders him. Slowly, he pulled away his hands to hold her face, arms trembling as he gathered the strength to lift them. Curious but shy gaze that was full of tears stared at his, one that he find himself adoring before and now again. He wipes them carefully but they didn't stop flowing anyway, he almost smiled.

Y/N did, a broken one with a laugh as she sobbed. "I've missed you." She cried, hugging him, gently still and he caught her. She hates how careless she was being, knowing how he must be still numb and in pain at the same time but that was in the back of her mind for now that he was finally back.

Jason wanted to speak, tell her how he missed her, how he was sorry. How he changed his mind. But he said nothing, instead he swallowed down the lump on his throat, bearing the hurting of his jaw for he stopped himself from tearing up. The aching of his whole body could damn itself for all he cared as he tightened his hold on her waist and her back. Pulling her even closer to bury his face on her shoulder. Fingers gripping on her body for dear life.

Flowers. It reeks on his nose and the scent takes him back to everything good. If he continued to breathe too deeply, not only the scent will be gone but she'd melt as well from how he was being with her. But who could blame a man such as him who stood in the face of death, who had been in the casket of nothingness, for never wanting to let go. No one should dare deny one's need when they're met with life again; the sweetness and softness of it. He was nothing but a drop of water inside a flower. Basking in the feel of being against her, he now knows what it is to lay down on a petal.

They stayed as they were, her sobs turned into calm breathing, heaviness leaving her. One last exhale, she slowly pulled away and collected herself. Remembering his aid, she reached for the glass pitcher on the table, pouring water in the empty glass next to a half filled one.

You gotta be kidding me.

Jason stared at it and then back to her. Cogs turning themselves, his fingers that was now empty—unfortunately for him, gripped the sheets. That glass was hers, on the table as well was a teapot, an empty teacup beside another half filled one, then he sees the book from where she was sitting, her flowers from before that was in a vase, which were already dried, almost withering. And new ones besides it. He had a guess of how long he was out that made him questioned how long had she been staying, and that made it all clear to him; she stayed with him. Waiting again.

Two weeks or three weeks even.

Shit.

Jason closed his eyes, huffing out a deep breath....frustratingly. No matter how lifeless he can be, he'd always have the strength to be frustrated at himself.

Her sincerity could never be questioned, he saw a lot of moments to know of it, and each moment after then just seems to add more fuel to their fire. In awe of it, he always is. And now this; her beside him just after she left because of his decision.

He thinks of how long can a fire last, not his but of hers. He wasn't questioning her, no, but he wonders how long one's patience could run out—it was him after all, one that always wasn't easy to deal with, one that just pushed her away in the second of misfortune......he wonders how long, but even so, he can't bear to think of the day if it will come. That wound will be the one to be excruciating. Unbearable........it will be unbearable.

Goddamn just woke up to think this.

But he knew it was all true.

"Here," Y/N offers the glass and he took it but still she helped him as he drank it. He didn't want to deny her help, he couldn't turn away again, even with such little thing. He wants it to be a start.

She set down aside the glass on the table and went back to her chair to prepare the tea. If he had been faster to move as the same time he thought it, he would have tugged at her arm before she could get away from him—he just gripped the sheets more, nerves of his fingers crackling with ache by how tight his fists was.

Y/N began to pour out the tea on the empty teacup, steam coming out from it as leafy and bitter scent flew in the air. "Alfred made this just now, you should have some later." Jason only nods, then before she can so much lift her lips it fell as she remembered the another important thing when he wakes up, he needed to be checked in on. "What do you want? Do you want me to call them? I should-"

"Just want to stay like this for a while."

"Okay."

Y/N eased down immediately, complying to what he wants and she didn't need to be told twice. Jason didn't ask her to stay but she did and he was damn relieved that it went by unsaid. He wasn't sure if he could ask her to, so all he did was reach for her hand, it surprises her but she didn't show much of it and only held it back, then he spoke, "Could you read for me?"

She nodded, uttering a small "Of course," with a smile. With her voice that she tried to maintain its tone after her crying, she began to read, all the while she caressed his hand. Jason letting himself be lost, her touch and voice lulling him to rest.

Miracles. Jason never had the time to think if he believes in it, even when he had been through so much of situations that can count as one, he had never thought of it.....But sometimes, maybe he does, often times that he has been with her. So there he found out that he, indeed, thinks of miracles. Though now that his eyes were closed, he finds himself calm in the vast darkness of his mind, yet he was still afraid of it, afraid that any ghosts will haunt him. But now that she's with him again, him in her hold, it was easy to rest.

He doesn't think it's a miracle, it's only her.

The moment the family knew he woke up, helpless wouldn't even be the end of how Jason was, at least that's how he was thinking as they wouldn't even let him leave his room alone or even his bed, and he didn't even speak of wanting to. And he figured it will continue to happen until he fully healed. He just saw Y/N's smile when he was bombarded by them in his rest....it made him break a smile since he woke up. Though he was really glad that no one tried to have a talk with him, not even Bruce or Dick, especially the two of them. All aware that he rather not be reminded of anything. He figures it was in the air anyway.

Then night came, left alone in his room, rarely bearable but he chose to be anyway. After he and Alfred had a chance to talk just after the said old man and Leslie checked up on him. Words playing over and over again.

"How are you?" Alfred asks, sitting on the chair beside his bed, now alone and done with what needed to do.

So it starts, Jason thinks.

"Fine," Jason replied mindlessly, staring at the ceiling. Unsure of what to say but many things continue to run in his head. He stayed quiet, throat drying again.

Alfred sighed soundless as he looks at the child, a small smile on him. "Must you know...she almost never left your side, sometimes even slept in this chair in the afternoon or night.....holding your hand. She only did when they took each of their time to be with you...." Spoke Alfred.

Jason breathes loudly, putting an arm on his closed eyes, ignoring the pain on it and annoyed at the faltering of his nerves once she was mentioned. Guilt. Alfred rarely misses a beat, almost never. He continued, "Bruce was the one to called for her, he asked me to and I did. We were all glad that he did and she came back. We're all glad you're back." Alfred said, standing up from the chair and began to fix his things.

Jason sat up, raking his hand on his hair, not wanting to end their talk yet. "Alfred...." He sighed, clicking his tongue. "I pushed her away." He wants that dry taste to leave his mouth, it was sickening.

Alfred continued what he was doing, expecting what the boy was gonna say. "Nothing that has already been done by everyone in this family enough times."

Jason could almost hear tease in his voice, he doesn't deny it. They'd deserve it.

"You did it for good reason, did you not?" Jason stayed quiet.

Alfred sat on his bed to face the boy that won't meet his eyes, "She'd understand. She will. She does. She wouldn't have come back and stayed with you if she didn't." He assured, laying a hand on Jason's face.

Jason laid his face heavier on the hand of Alfred, his whole weight on it, body slumped down. He'll grow spoil of comfort if he continues to be in need for it. Somehow he can almost blame his people for it......her as well. Especially her.

He stayed quiet still.

"Just....let her....and yourself, too."

Easier said than done. If he had the guts to spoke earlier when he and her ate dinner in his room together, he wouldn't be alone right now and maybe he'd seen of what Alfred spoke and he wouldn't be left alone in his rest.

Maybe he would have hold her hand again but no, words were still kept in him. Maybe when morning comes again, it wouldn't be so.

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Morning came after a dark day but it would be more.

Left nothing was Y/N when she saw the missed calls and after she read Alfred's message to her. There she stood still, losing her ability to breathe and just stood there, before finding it once she came back to herself.

Even when it was assured that Jason was fine, she still felt her being was getting gnawed by fear and everything one can dread.

Even when she was met with Alfred's comforting gaze, it didn't stop and how it only became worse when she saw him. Just there, lying. An insufferable sight is what it was. Bruised and reddened skin. Bandaged limbs.

That is what she gotten herself into. In their life. In his life.

Even so, she walked to sit beside him and held his hand.

If this was the way for them to meet again, then so be it. She'd withstand it.

"I'll be here." She whispered.

And she waited.

Days passed by, Jason was moved back in the manor, still unconscious and showed no signs of anything. She never wanted to leave his side.

Being back in the manor meant she'd see what she left for him there and she did. Untouched they were, the flowers drying, the letter just how it was before. Y/N stared at him as she held the letter, mind already made up. She took it back to her room once the late of night arrived. Her words would have to wait just as she was doing.

And so morning came. It was a cloudy day, little light to the sky as the wind howl's against the leaves. There Y/N was alone in the garden, collecting flowers in her basket, finding some time to spend on her own as Cassandra was with Jason.

It was the second day of Jason being moved back in the manor, as much as he seemed to be fine, as he is fine, her worry never left. And she thought if she looked at his lying state further on, she'd lose her mind. Waiting seemed to be tiresome if you weren't being met halfway......she resents herself for thinking such a thing.

So there she was, trying to ease her mind from it all. A crunch of a leaf was heard and Y/N turned her head to see Dick walking to her. "Alfred said I'd find you here."

For the first time since she's stepped foot in their home, she didn't smile and she just hummed so quietly, emotionless as she went back to her work. She was doing a terrible job in trying, so it seems.

Dick could only utter a small, breathy chuckle as he noticed it. Gone was the one he'd always seen jolly and there he saw everything but it. He stood a little bit close to her and followed her movements. "I saw the flowers on his table....you kept it still?" Thinking of how it can possibly be a hurtful reminder of what shouldn't have been and could have been at the same time, but alas, he believed it that she had a reason.

Y/N stopped for a second, blinking slowly. "Yes, I suppose I just wanted to give it anyway....." she began. She thought nothing more of the gesture, well except for one simple reason, that is. "A statement, I suppose...that's what it became, at least....so I think."

Dick nodded, "I see...." They said nothing after, silence consuming them while they continued to fill the basket, her body going heavier each second that passes, Dick didn't miss it, gaze turning softer. Then he spoke again, "...How are you?"

Y/N sighs before she turned away from the bushes of flowers, putting down the basket on the ground and laid her hands on her eyes, tears starting to well, breathing out deeply again. "Tired...I'm just.....tired..."

She heard and felt him grow closer, tearing off her hands on her eyes, she sees him in front of her, offering his hands out to her. She didn't hesitate to step to him and there she cried.

Dick understood it well. To be.....just sad because you are and leave it be. So she did.

Left it be while she went on with her day, letting her tiredness stay in her as she helped Alfred take care of Jason, as she stared at him and as she held his hand. While that tiredness remains, the more she looked at him, something grew along with it; longing. It dragged her. She knows it wasn't supposed to be like that. She wanted clarity. Maybe to see his eyes would she have that, but that wasn't to happen yet.

"Hmm?" Y/N uttered, looking to where she was called. Damian and Stephanie at the door. Her book left unread again as she realizes she was just dozing off and how their voice calling out to her just earlier, sounded so faint in her ears.

"....Could you bake with me?" The child asked as they stepped in.

Y/N nodded and smiled a little, "Of course," putting her book on the table as she stood up, glancing at Jason before walking to them.

"I'll see you guys later." Stephanie said.

She and Damian walked out of the room. "Is it really okay to you?"

Y/N just nods, ruffling his hair lightly, mind still far ahead. Damian continues to have his saddened face as they arrived in the kitchen. "What do you have in mind?"

There the child's lips curved. "Scones and Alfred's cookies."

She stops, thinking of how she should have seen it coming. Scoffing, lips turning up as she let out a quiet laugh. But still she didn't say anything. Either way, Damian was glad to finally have heard a sound of joy from her.

They worked together in silence, instructions already known and learned before. Y/N couldn't be more thankful for it as she was finding it so difficult to even open her mouth to speak of anything. Damian finally broke their silence, "Have you said what you wanted to say when you saw him?" He was always straight to it.

She didn't falter. Countless words rang in her mind, ones that was repeated enough times. "It was the same.....that I'd wait for him."

"You're getting.....tired.....you have been."

Y/N hummed, "I am," she never thought she would be....well, not at least so early in their....she didn't even know what to call it. She shut her eyes tightly for a second. "It's normal, anyway."

Damian expected no less. "....It is. Especially for someone like us....especially him."

She could have smiled but she didn't. "I figured" Finding out that the family she had been staying with was a group of crime fighting, she also knew then to never expect less anymore. ".....I said to him as well....that I wasn't sorry that I called him even if it costs me my life....I truly wasn't." She revealed, not finding it so hard anymore to speak, not when some of her words wanted so badly to be out. "Such a selfish thing to say," she mutters, aware of how it must have hurt him. She shakes her head, "But that's what I truly felt--and me being tired doesn't change that either." She mumbled, almost in a whisper

"And what do you truly feel?"

She finally find herself still. Answer already known but yet to be said. "...That I want to love him..."

Damian smiled seeing her, it wasn't so often that he'd see the kind of moment. He thought of Jason, that he'd be stunned if he saw her the way she was......so gentle, almost devastated as she laid her hands on her face, in a voice so quiet that it sounded like she was talking to herself, confessing it, "I want to love him." Jason will break, the thought amuses him, but he doesn't deny that he feels so much gladness for his brother.

She had declare those words before she left, but speaking it out loud, even when so quietly, it left her breathless.....yet she could breathe easily again.

Continuing to go back to her work, at least slowly, she thinks of it, that there was her clarity. Already there in her.

With a child and by baking, she got a hold of herself. How ridiculous and lucky she felt.

Morning came and came again and it was the same. But today was new, rather her words are. Y/N placed his hand that she was holding onto her forehead, her eyes closed. ".....Come back to.....to me," she breathes, holding their hands firmer. "Be here and I'll love you." Heart on edge, the way it has been ever since she left, and it became more, now that she was speaking of her truth again. It didn't matter if he was hearing her or not. Then she kissed his hand, "I want to love you."

She laid her head down, eyes still on him, "Let me love you."

"I'm not going anywhere."

"I'm not going anywhere, too. So, come back to me."

It was all or nothing.

And it was everything when she saw his eyes again. It was everything when they were in each other's arms, everything when she saw he didn't want to let go, it was everything.

Even when they didn't speak of anything as they had their dinner together, it was still everything. All that she was, was glad that he came back. Even when there was still something lingering in the air that makes to their puzzle a missing piece, she left it be. Letting it rest for now.

Walking to his room didn't feel heavy anymore and it didn't feel so as well anymore to see him sleep, the door always opened then. She strode to the windows and opened the curtains quietly, revealing the sun still yet to rise. Leaning the side of her body on the glass, she could finally look away from him without worry, to look at flowers and sky without nothing but rest in her heart.

His eyes closing to show nothing but the dark and left nothing to lean on was fucking terrible. But to open his eyes and was met by her being there? Oh, it was incomparable.

The pain on his body still there, he moved a little a few times before settling on the headboard, looking at her, the morning shine of the sun surrounding his room. He knew that she knew that he was awake, but neither of them spoke yet. He just stared at her, it had been a while since a view so peaceful came before him, he wanted to take it in.......he needed it.

"What a sight."

How long is he gonna stare at me?

Then she surprises him, "Darling, are you just gonna stare at me or you're going to greet me good morning?" How he fucking missed that tone. And he could see her damn smile from where he was, he laughs. The want to turn around just to see his face while he laughed, was so much bad.

"Good morning, sweetheart." Jason challenged and she shakes her head while laughing quietly as well, still not facing him. Their laughter soon died down, he breaks the silence before it could be placed.

"How are you?" He asked. Even when the answer he could get was not good, he needed to know, he expected the worst anyway but what he got was so much better. One that he doubts he deserve.

Breathing out a smile as she continued to stare down from above, "Better," she mumbles. Turning to walk and sit beside him, "Better, now that you're here."

Now that he was here.....he didn't need to think of what that meant and he rather not think of it, too. "What'd you do while I was out?" That what's he rather think of, Alfred's words, he doesn't doubt it but he wants to hear it from her. The high of it.

Y/N scoffs, laughing, "I think you already know, Mr," she tips her head, leaning back on the chair. "But if you insist-" she said before he could speak again, she grinned. "I stayed with you, helped Al take care of you, I baked once every other day in the second week, hoping you wake up soon...I think Damian and Bruce will have a sweet tooth soon." She tells, her eyebrows furrowing on the last part and chuckling a little; thinking of how the two were more than inclined to eat her pastries whenever she offered them.

Jason laughs, how pleasant it was to her ears, even when it was little. How it struck her when she saw his smile. Her eyes were easy to read, Jason had always find it so, it was the first thing he noticed when he first saw her—he's seeing them again, he doesn't turn away this time. His gaze doesn't weaken her anymore, looking at them closed for a long while, wanting to see the blue in them, that's what it did to her. Instead she leaned forward and reached out to hold his hand, "How are you?"

He doesn't miss a beat. "Shit."

Y/N laughs, "I'm sure."

She stood up, their hands still together. "Should I bring your breakfast here?"

"I want to eat with them"

"Okay, what do you need?"

"Help me bathe." He still didn't miss a beat.

Jason wasn't sure if he understood himself well right now. He accepts her help easily, asks for her of it just as easily but uttering an ask of his own desiring need was difficult. Well, he supposed that was probably normal, but he thinks of what went in his mind for him to ask of what he asked of her. The difficulty of asking his said needs—he found out that it equates to the difficulty of bearing the fluttering touches of her fingers across his body. He thought that he ought to pay more heed to his own words.

Damn mouth always talking before thinking..

Her, however.....she found herself eager more than she should be when he asked of what he asked; surprised that he'd utter such a request, she could only hope that it wasn't shown.

Of course, that doesn't mean she wouldn't have to breathe from her mouth while she began to take his shirt off, hands quite trembling as it was revealing his scarred body.

......God...

Jason's eyes stared down at hers just as she tossed his shirt on the floor, he watches her eyes go down slowly, her hands trailing his arms. Eyes roaming his marks and scars, fingers grazing them, she felt the chill that went through him, she chuckles. "How it didn't cross my mind that you'd be what you are or whatever one can think of, even after seeing these, it blows my mind," that got a grunt of laugh from him, she continued her exploring. "But...I suppose it must have been that I was too distracted by you." She smiled then as she looks back to him, hands coming up to cup his face.

His smug smirk on him, she missed seeing it. "You been thinking too much of me." A cat or a dog, whatever animal for all he could think of—he doesn't know, what he does know is that he loved his face to be held, to be held by her.

Quite the detective.

Y/N rolls her eyes, but tone unchanging, "Yes, how very observant."

He leans down, closing on their distance, he deadpan. "You aren't."

"Oh, fuck you." She took her hands back and scoffed. Taking one step back away from him, flicking his forehead all the while.

He laughs but he didn't want her to go away so easily; he took her wrist and swiftly pulled her closer to him, snaking his right arm on her waist. Surprised and not, at the same time, she glared. "I hate you."

Jason only hums, locking their hands, looking dazed as he stared at her, from his eyes that were looking lazy, she finds herself weakening again. Y/N tiptoes slightly to meet their foreheads, "Jay," she called softly, almost him out. He only hums again while he closes his eyes, making her laugh. "So what now?"

He blinks, then grinned. "You're welcome to stare-"

"Oh my god," she burst out laughing, her head thrown back. While she continued to laugh, she stared at him in disbelief and humor as he just stood there, still holding her. "Go!" Her loud voice echoed, gesturing her free hand for him to go in already in the bathtub.

A rumble from his chest goes as he let go of her and she turned around, hearing him take off his remaining clothes, "Unbelievable," she muttered, shaking her head as she went to get a few things they need. When she heard the sound of water moving, she turned back around to see him in under the bubbling water.

"You-" she emphasized when she glared down at him, "are such a menace." She finished as she sat down on the edge of the tub, right beside him.

"You enjoy it."

"And you're lucky I do."

That humming of his will be the end of her, "I am lucky, aren't I?"

She smiled, her hands reaching out to him—he leans in even before it touches him, one on his chin and the other on his forehead, brushing his hair gently. "I suppose we both are lucky."

Jason could only agree so little but he didn't say otherwise, breaking off their comfort with his trivial thoughts would be too much of a loss. Doubts came seeping again. The welcoming heat of the water manages to slow them down as Y/N began to soak his hair, her fingers gently massaging his scalp, it helped so greatly. He closed his eyes, trusting to be lost in her care again.

While she started to clean his hair, silence was welcomed. Had their hearts been so ever calm when they were with each other? His mind becoming a blank canvas, it was never been.

Just as she finished with his hair, she went on to soap her own hands before spreading them to his back, firm but gently still. Jason gripped the edge of the tub as her hands continued to explore on his skin and with her finding it too enjoyable as she can feel him tense under her touch.

She then stood up and sat again but facing him this time. While his eyes were now open, staring at her, she ignored it and stayed her attention on to his body, rather, it was much more easier than to meet his eyes that she can feel that has intensity in it—the one that always took her strength.

His wounds that was so hard to miss, they were dry and now became scars, her hand went from his right shoulder, trailing it all down to where he was shot at. Sighing as she stopped her hand on his arm, "Does it still hurt?"

"I wouldn't ask you to do this if it didn't."

Y/N huffed, "Yes, I'm aware but I'm sure you could have bore it." She continued her doing.

And lose the chance to let her take care of him? To not feel it? Jason doesn't think so. "But I wanted you to, anyway." He was beginning to like the fact that she was intentionally looking away from his eyes.

"Mhmm," she uttered, focused on scrubbing his arms and to his shoulders. When she asked for a prayer to see his eyes again, she didn't mean for them to be teasing her this much.

Her hands found their way to his neck and down to his chest, "You're staring," she spoke, hoping for him to stop.

And how could he? "Why wouldn't I?"

Y/N gasped when an arm locked on her waist, feeling the warm and soapy water against the thin fabric of her dress, immediately throwing a warning stare at him, "Shut your mouth."

It didn't faze him and instead held her tighter, leaning up closer to her. "Shut me up then." Greedy and indeed spoiled is what he became because of her, for even when they were already near each other, he wanted to be more closer.

Her breath hitched at his words, a lump forming in her throat as they gazed at each other. There was so much in his eyes, just so much. She heard....she sees it as an ask....him finally asking her. Possibly the one she had been waiting for.

....I can't...

But even so, she instead closed her eyes and leaned her forehead against his, breathing out faintly.

Not like this.

Jason heard her, his lips curved a little as he closed his eyes as well.

Not yet.

It seems like she wasn't the only one waiting anymore.

Y/N pulled away from him with a quite fallen look on her as he stared at him, but she sees him with a little smile on him, even his eyes. Just like that, it went away and was replaced with a mellow smile.

There she is.

A hand crept to the side of his face, letting out a chuckle, "Such a bold request for someone that's already been taken care of, your grace."

There's my girl.

Jason smirked and gave a nudge with his hold on her, "I am but a needy man,"

Muttering a small 'ha!' as she nods, "Indeed you are." Then she gently rakes her fingers on his fallen hair. The ask she was offered gave her the courage to do what she wanted to do, what she could give him for now. She touches her lips against his forehead, to both of his cheeks and close to his lips—lingering them there for more than they both could bear.

Drowning him would just have been the same once he felt her kiss him more than once, let alone so close to his lips.

What starvation can do to a man.

Fucking hell.

"You trying to kill me?" His fingers squeezed her waist as he spoke, earning him a flinch from her and he grinned.

She glared at him and to his demise, she grabbed his arm that was holding her in place and took it off of her, rather little difficult it was, by the way, still teasing her. "You asked for it, my darling, and you shall receive." Answered her simply as if she didn't see what it did to him. Serves his ass right. And began to rinse the soap from his body with the warm water. As she finished washing him, well, at least his upper body. She held her back and laid her hands on his shoulder.

"How do you suppose we should do next?"

"Well, you could-"

"Don't. " She covered his mouth and pursed her own lips to stop her laughs, eyes closed as she shook her head. Thinking that she should have known better. Jason's chest rumbled with chuckles as he watched her laugh.

Then she stood up, his soaked arm went for her but she stopped it with the flick of her hand. "Go clean the rest of yourself, you shit. I'll fix your clothes and be back."

Y/N heard a little of his laugh as she went out from the bathroom, in doing so with a smile of her own as she mutters a few words of annoyance to him.

Jason had a smile as the water took over him.

"You are a child. The water is all over the floor because of your hair." Spoke Y/N as Jason went out from the bathroom, walking to him with a towel in her hands.

"I only had one towel, unless I should have walked out without it and-"

His words were muffled when Y/N covered his face with the towel, and began to dry him off. "Unbelievable, you fucking annoy me," she curses.

Jason huffed, sneaking his arms on her waist to pull her closer. He can still see the annoyed look on her even when his eyes were covered. "You enjoy it, you enjoy it, you enjoy it," he chanted and finally was met by her again. With a grin to match her flattened lips that was twitching, itching to smile, he leaned his face down. "You enjoy it."

Unfazed, the urge to smile had gone away, she just hummed and leaned away from him while she continued to dry his hair, her hand going down from his neck to his chest after as there were still some water going down on him. Jason watched her as she gazed at his scarred body again as she finished drying him off, the towel now on his hand, the trailing of her fingers shuddering him. He chuckles, "They're not that fascinating, sweetheart."

"I beg to differ, your grace," She looked up to him, all the while her hands came up to his face, her head tilted with a still nonchalant expression but Jason saw the ardor in them. He wants to swim in it.

"I could get used to you calling me that."

"I'm sure you do, and you should already dress up. I think breakfast has begun." She said and Jason nods, dropping a peck on her forehead before freeing her out of his grasp.

They walked down the stairs after he got ready, while she waited for him to be done. Jason can't find himself to regret taking their time together as indeed, breakfast had already started and they were all there. Even when he saw their teasing gazes as they walked in the room, as annoying it was, he doesn't regret it. Instead he shook their stares with a grin that was starting to form while they went to their seats.

The morning wasn't so dull anymore.

💌🖋️: Jason the rizzler. HE'S HIMMMMMMM 😩😩😩😩😩

It took me a while to post this here, I'M SORRY YALLJSKFJSDKSKW

As you all believe so, we are one chapter away for the story to finish and rest assured that i will deliver it rightfully to you, to us. So of course, writing it will take a while and I promise for it to pay off. thank you always for reading and take care!!! 💗💗💌 ^^

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basketball!abby is so in denial before her n reader get together (as always, chubby!reader cs she is me n i am her n we just love abby <3333)

anywayyy, abby always says her relationships are not that serious and jus pure fun cs all the girls she's with jus wanna fuck but when you come into her life??? and treat her like A PRINCESS?!!!?! SHE'S SO HEAD OVER HEELS BUT SO IN DENIAL over if you like her or not!! (you do)

like, 'yea we're not together but look at this picture of her i set as my wallpaper :]' , or 'nah, we're jus friends but we have matching bracelets n i HAVE to wear them at all times cs she made them or it's rude! >:(' n 'she doesn't like me or anything but she made me a playlist, my fav food >///<'

all her friends are literally like 'yeaaa.... mkay - _ -' n as soon as you n abby get together!! they're telling you everything!!! 'yea this dork refused to admit she liked you cs you're the first girl to genuinely love her right, they're still a little skeptical but what sells them is when abby comes to practice (wearing your bracelet n a pink water bottle bedazzled by you) n her hair done into two Dutch-braids

cs abby doesn't let ANYONE touch her hair, n when you pick her up from practice with flowers, snacks for everyone n wearing a necklace with her initial (your bday gift that was actually your idea) n abby literally starts buzzing n GLOWING the minute they mention you're here, they KNOWWW that you guys will last for a LONGGGGGG time

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baby this is so fuckign cute im gonna scream. bonus point uhh listen to Therese by Maya Hawke if you want to fuckign Cry over this. also we're combining this with the bookworm reader universe bc I said so and it gives us an entry point

because that's correct! After Owen, when Abby realized she liked women, she was having just a rotation of (safe) hookups. Hence her and Manny's scheduled debriefs. But then you showed up! You two met in her class and suddenly she didn't really want any of her hookups? suddenly she was replacing 11pm hook ups with 11am 'bookclub meetings' and coffee dates, explaining to her hookups that she just wasn't really interested anymore

but she's Not developing romantic feelings. No (liar). she wants you physically, yeah, she thinks you're fucking gorgeous, but she also just wants to be your friend. your very good friend. it doesn't matter that you make her giddy when you text her good morning, asking about her day, telling her about things in your day that reminded you of her. bringing her coffee and snacks when she's studying, filling up her water bottle before she heads off to practice. comforting her when the overwhelming crush of anxiety that comes with college starts to weigh on her. complimenting her hair when she, for the first time in years, comes to class with it not in a braid. doesn't matter that she thinks of you when she goes to bed and when she wakes up and she dreams of you sometimes, that she daydreams about you. doesn't matter that she hasn't hooked up or even considering anyone else in the time that she's known you, or that she's told all her friends about you. doesn't matter that her wallpaper is a picture of the two of you at a vintage market that you dragged her to.

but her friends see all of that! they see the smile on her face when she's texting you or talking to you or talking about you or thinking about you. the way she sits down and eats the snacks you prepared for her after practice, sharing lil bits with Nora (who now loves your cooking and needs Abby to get it together so she can get more). they see the way she starts spending more time in the library so you two can study together, sometimes they even spot her when you two are studying in a lil corner, tucked together and whispering to each other, the both of you smiling like fools. they know she is in Deep man. but she still won't admit it!!

Every time someone brings you up, she's just like "Yeah we're really good friends :)" and in reality she has developed such crippling romantic feelings she wants to baby you and be babied by you and adore you and do all of that romantic crap she saw in movies as a kid.

And all her friends are like "Friends. Uh-huh." while very pointedly staring at the TWO bracelets you made her, one beaded and one made of embroidery thread, as well as the lil ribbon braid you tied around her water bottle, all the lil gifts you've given her. They see how you look at her, like she hung the moon in the night sky, how soft you get with her and only her. And vice versa! They see how gentle Abby – Abby, who Owen called mean and snarky when they were dating, who was known for being kind of cocky and a jerk to people who didn't really know her – is with you, how kind and how sweet, how she always considers your needs. They know you're meant to be together, it's just a matter of when.

So none of them are surprised when Abby tells them that you made a move! You kissed her during one of your movie nights, and that was that! And everyone is like fucking finally girl. But the ones who are really concerned are Nora and Manny, who love Abby to bits and want nothing but the best (that autocorrected to Thebes and it made me giggle, thought you should know) for her. And they haven't seen her this intensely in love like ever, so they're scared!

But then Manny is hanging out with Nora and the team before practice, and Abby comes in and they just pause. Because her hair is braided into two braids, which she never does on herself, her bracelets looped around the neck of her water bottle, which has your ribbons tied around it. And she looks So Happy. Manny and Nora share this look and it's just pure platonic love and happiness and knowing that Abby, their Abby, found her person. Because No One is allowed to touch her hair, she didn't even like it when Owen did it. But here she is, hair neatly combed and parted and braided, tied at the ends with two hair ties in your favorite color.

Manny stays for the duration of practice, helping out where he can, but he's not on the court so he's the first one to see you step in, wearing shorts and one of Abby's zip up hoodies, the zipper lowered enough to show a cute lil "A" charm strung onto your everyday necklace. In your hands is a mini cooler holding snacks for the team, and when you announce your presence, everyone, and I mean Everyone, sees Abby light up. Like a fucking firefly (pun not intended).

Immediately she's off the court, running towards you, letting you set the cooler down before scooping you up in a hug, pressing a kiss to your lips before pulling away and going "Hi honey" in the sweetest, if exhausted, tone.

Nora and Manny are just watching from the sidelines, munching on the snacks you brought, looking at Abby and how fucking happy she looks. They genuinely don't think they've ever seen her look this happy with anyone before, but they're glad. Because they watch you shove her water bottle into her hands, insisting she take a drink while you grab her a special snack, pulling her over to the bench and making sure she eats before you two head home. And they see how gentle, but firm, you are with her. How you brush her hair away from her face, how you redo a braid that's started to come loose, taking care not to pull at her hair. And they see how Abby places a kiss at your knuckles, holding your hand so softly, being so sweet with you.

Yeah, they really fucking glad you two found each other.

#💌 anon #abby anderson #abby anderson x reader #abby anderson fluff #abby anderson x reader fluff

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