#HE HAS A WHOLE FAMILY. HE HELPS THEM RUN A STORE. HE HAS A BIG SISTER
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(BREAKS DOWN THE DOOR TO THE DASH) BRIAN YU.
#OOC. → ⸢ also a sleep enjoyer. ⸥#HELLO. NORMAL ABOUT HIM#i dont think ill be back on this blog just yet but AUGH. FUCK#HE HAS A WHOLE FAMILY. HE HELPS THEM RUN A STORE. HE HAS A BIG SISTER#HE HAS A PET DOG !!!!!!#RUNNING AROUND SOOO FAST
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slip up — gojo satoru x f!reader
satoru is a good dad, a great one even, but every great dad has a great slip up.
your husband’s happened when he was preparing a dinner surprise for you. he had his little missy help him out through the process, and everything was going according to plan until the batch of fresh cookie batter fell from his hands.
“oh fuck!” he had said, in panic, and scrambled to sweep them off the floor.
his little girl was standing there the whole time, staring at her papa. he quickly looks at her, “don’t say what papa said, okay? it’s a bad word.”
she frowned lightly, “then why did you say it, papa?”
“because—,” he took a deep breath, “papa made a mistake, but you have to be better than papa, please?”
your husband was worried the little devil wouldn’t let it slide and would hold it against him like she did with many other things; fortunately for him, though, she simply narrowed her eyes at him then quickly smiled with a nod, “okay!”
with a grin, he pulled her into his arms, “that’s papa’s girl!”
and so it was put behind them, never to be talked about. unbeknownst to your husband, however, the little girl has been practicing the word before she slept, muttering small little ‘fuck’s over and over again.
it was simple knowledge, only to be used in the far future, but how far?
anyway.
you guys are now on a family grocery trip, and your little daughter is more than ecstatic. she is running through the aisles, pointing and gaping at every product she sees—with occasional ew’s over others.
it was a fun time, but you had to actually get some of the necessities.
so you and satoru agreed to split up to make the search faster, and that’s why he and his little girl are roaming the store together.
d/n is seated comfortably in the cart as satoru pushes it, “okay, so mama said we need chicken strip, nuggets, milk, and butter—"
"yum!"
"—and frozen vegetables and peas.”
“ew.”
satoru nods, "ew, indeed," before planting a kiss on her cheek. "you really are my daughter!"
“yay!” she giggles, and politely asks to be picked up. the dramatic girl squeals until her feet touch the ground, and she bolts into the section of the frozen food. she points up, excited, “papa, there!”
your husband grins, “that’s right, smart girl!” he pats her head, and reaches for two bags of frozen vegetables, but, unfortunately, one slips out of his hand, “oh god—“
he bends down to pick it up, but he notices his daughter frowning at him, “what’s up, d/n?”
“papa, what the fuck.”
satoru’s eyes widen instantly as he gently holds her by the shoulders, “d-d/n, don’t say that,” he sweat-drops, “mama will get mad—“
“mad at what?” you smile at your family, finally back with your share of groceries.
your husband nervously chuckles, picking your little girl up and rocking her gently in his arms, “oh nothing! she was just playing with the bags, right, sweetie?”
d/n points at the bag on the ground, “papa dropped the fucking peas.”
the smile on your face tightens, “he did; didn’t he?” you step closer, and your husband freezes in place. you look sweetly at your daughter, “d/n, where did you hear that word?”
she tilted her head lightly, “which one?”
you’re gripping your husband’s hand tightly, preventing him from escaping. he will be facing your wrath today whether he likes it not. you hum, applying more pressure on his fingers and responding to your daughter, “the one that starts with the letter f, honey.”
she beams, “oh! I heard papa say it before!”
“really now?” your grip tightens and satoru swears that might pee himself right then and there. he also is fighting the need to scream. so you, for a moment, divert your attention to glare at him so he can compose himself.
and everyone knows that gojo satoru is a man weak, very weak, when it comes to his wife.
you look back at your daughter, “but seriously, don’t say that word again; it’s a bad word,” you pat her head, “good big girls don’t say bad words, right?”
she looks down at her feet and fidgets with her fingers, “yeah…but papa is big too!”
you pull your husband beside you, hand sliding around his waist, gripping him tightly, “papa can be a bad boy sometimes, but you are a good big girl,” you smile, “so you can do much better!”
you let go of your husband to hug your daughter, “promise me you won’t say it,” you stick your pinky finger out, and your daughter happily seals the deal.
“I promise, mama!”
"good girl; now, can you go to that nice lady and ask her where the tissues are?" you say as you plant a kiss on her cheek.
your little girl salutes you and immediately runs towards the woman, leaving you to deal with your other baby. you stand up to look at satoru. he takes a breath, “babe, you see—“
“you better pick your words correctly, ‘toru.”
he deflates and dejectedly wraps his arms around you, “I am sorry,” he grumbles, “I did tell her that it was a bad word though! I promise!”
you sigh and cup his face, “I know, I know, but you have to control your vocab around her as much as possible,” you turn your head to the cart full of a variety of candy. you frown, “why the fuck did you get so much candy, though? you know she would try to eat them all day—“
you hear a tiny gasp, “mama said a bad word!”
then you hear your husband using a high-pitched voice to mock you, “’ but you have to control your vocab around her as much as possible’.”
you stare at the both of them, before smiling, “both of you are grounded.”
“what?!”
satoru pouts, “you can’t ground me! I am your husband!”
“grounded,” you repeat, emphasizing each syllable.
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Them as Dads - 141 + König
Requested by Anon
Fluff, hints of angst
Simon "Ghost" Riley
Simon's childhood was, to say the least, horrific.
No child should have had to experience when he went through.
Those experiences have stuck with him all his days, emotions buried deep down to a point where he doesn't feel them anymore.
There's a distinct divide between Ghost and Simon - and since he's considered legally dead, he has no reason to drop his mask anymore.
Needless to say, when he found out he was going to be a Dad, he short-circuited.
Didn't even say a word, and just left.
Of course he felt guilty for it, and he knew that what he did was wrong, but he needed to think.
The last time he had even been around a child was his little nephew...
And that tragic part of his past truly was the final nail in the coffin for him.
He was terrified of being like his own Father.
He did eventually come back but for the duration of the pregnancy, a cocktail of emotions swirled in his stomach.
The day he held his child for the first time, he was stunned.
This tiny little human, with their little button nose and - his eyes.
He grew angry - angry at his Father, and by extension the World.
How could anyone bring something so small, so fragile, so perfect any harm?
Needless to say, he's a very protective Father.
If any of the Team were to meet the baby, he probably wouldn't even let any of his comrades hold them.
Maybe Johnny - but that's at a push, and he'd be hovering around him the whole time like a shadow.
He'd be soft for his child - but he'd try to be the strict parent, teaching them to be ready for whatever the world may throw their way.
If he had a daughter, would let her paint his nails - would sit there still as a statue, watching with soft eyes at how her tongue stuck out of the side of her mouth in concentration.
Speaking of, regardless of the child's gender - boyfriends / girlfriends / significant others would absolutely be interrogated before they even step a foot through the door.
"Who the fuck are you?" "You're 16?? Cunt, you look 30!"
It would essentially be like that scene from Bad Boys 2 - Soap would definitely be Will Smith in that scenario, accepting no criticism~
Would try to be there for every life event and would feel a deep seated guilt if he couldn't because he'd been deployed.
Overall, from day one, he'd made a promise to himself that he wouldn't let history repeat itself - he'd give his child everything he ever wanted growing up and more.
Johnny "Soap" MacTavish
I can see him as a chill Dad.
He wouldn't let his child get away with murder, but he would be good cop 99% of the time.
Would absolutely spoil them rotten - they would have to so much as look at something they liked and he'd get it for them.
It would be his Mother that would have to try and get him to reign in the spending a bit.
Also carries the baby around in one of those baby carriers across his chest.
I think he has a big, close-knit family so the child would have a ball playing with all their cousins of mixed ages.
If he had a son, definitely tries to style his baby hairs into a little mohawk with gel.
Lets his kids express themselves however they want.
They want to dye their hair? He's driving them to the shops to get the supplies.
They want a piercing? As long as they're old enough, he's fine with it - and if they want him to go with them for moral support, he's already in the car.
I think the only think he'd be awkward about would be periods.
He'd try to be helpful...but he's not great at handling it.
C/N: Dad, I got my period.
Johnny: Oh - OH! Okay, that's - that's fine...ehh...do you...do you know what to do with it...or?
I can also see him just running into a shop in an absolute panic - asking the store clerk for assistance because he doesn't even know what he's looking for.
Returns home with three massive bags of supplies.
He'd be supportive with whatever they wanted to do in life - if they wanted to go to University, he'd help them with their application; if they wanted to get a job, he'd be helping them look for vacancies, driving them to their interviews; if they wanted to join the military however...he'd be reluctant, but he would never discourage them for pursing anything.
The only thing he'd have an issue with...is if his daughter got a boyfriend.
He'd not be as...hostile as Ghost, but the silent threat is always lingering in the air.
If anyone ever hurt his child, he can switch from fun-loving Johnny to Sergeant in the blink of an eye.
Captain John Price
That child has this man wrapped around their finger from day one.
Would give them the world if he could.
Would never smoke his cigars anywhere in the vicinity of them, and would hide them out of reach - especially during the curious toddler stage.
I can see him cutting up their grapes into smaller pieces, paranoid that they'd choke otherwise.
Has dozens of photos of them wearing his hat - even got them a toddler version of his own because they liked it so much.
Doesn't matter how old they are, they're still that little smiling baby in his eyes.
So needless to say, he's very protective.
Doesn't threaten potential partners - he doesn't need to, he's a Captain in the military, so nobody would be so stupid as to try and hurt his child.
Only brings the child on base when he knows that only people he can trust are there - ie. the 141 taskforce.
Follows the toddler as they waddle around, waving happily as they pass people - Soap ends up joining the little adventure since the little one took his hand and he didn't have the heart to let go.
Speaking of, despite not being given the official title, Soap becomes Uncle Soap the moment he claps eyes on Price's child.
Gaz too - he sent Price the photos he took of them wearing his sunglasses, a beaming smile on their face.
It came as a shock to everyone when they saw the child approach Ghost.
It even shocked Ghost when the child made eye contact with him - and didn't cry. Instead, they smiled, tugging on the leg of his trousers to be picked up. And, even more surprisingly, he did.
Price never has to worry about keeping his child safe - because god help whoever tried to hurt them when they have 4 highly trained SAS soldiers coming for them.
Kyle "Gaz" Garrick
He’d be one of those young, cool Dads.
Buys himself and the little one matching shoes.
Also matching outfits are the thing, especially during the toddler stage.
His kid would be the drippiest kid in the playground.
FaceTimes and calls home whenever he can when he’s deployed, seeing their little smiley face just makes his day so much brighter.
When he’s home he’s more than happy to spent chill days just watching cartoons with them on the couch, making pillow forts - he probably enjoys it more than the kid to be honest.
I reckon he’d struggle to actually parent the child, and would rather be their best friend than an authoritarian figure - ironic, considering he’s a Sergeant.
So it would probably be up to the child’s Mother to reign him in when he’s being a bit too soft or blasé.
Helps his kid build the best Minecraft house.
Loves being able to bring the child on base, showing them off to the Team.
Price secretly loves having the little one around, and they’re often found chilling together in his office.
Would absolutely spoil them - whether it be new toys, sweets or anything they wanted, he’d get it for them without a doubt.
Uncle Soap once spiked up the little one’s hair to match his own mohawk - Gaz wasn’t mad about it at all, and thought it actually looked cool as fuck.
If he had a daughter he would definitely sit down and learn how to do little braids in her hair.
Would also let her put little clips and bows in his hair, painting his nails to match.
He’d just be so soft for his child.
König
When the child was little, Konig was absolutely terrified that he would end up accidentally hurting them.
They were so small, barely even taller that his knee when he was standing, and all he could think about was what if he accidentally stood on their little foot or walked into them without noticing.
So, most of the time, he carried them around.
Would read books to them at bedtime, teaching them German and English to the best of his ability.
I don't think he'd wear his hood around them often, preferring his child to see his face rather than two eyes surrounded by black cloth.
Was genuinely surprised when they didn't cry after seeing him with it on; their little hand touched the cloth before breaking out into a sunny grin, "Dada!"
He probably cried a little bit after that.
He didn't have the greatest time growing up - so I think if his child ever got bullied, he would struggle to compose himself.
In his eyes, his child was perfect, so for anyone to go and make them feel bad about themselves - or worse yet, make them cry, it makes him see red.
Doesn't go and threaten the child - he'd not cruel. But the sight of a giant, masked man looming over all the other parents at school pick-up is more than enough to put the fear into anyone who had been picking on his kid.
Would probably teach them how to fight and defend themselves from a young age - he wouldn't always be around, due to deployment, so it gave him some peace of mind knowing that they would be able to defend themselves.
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More Twst x Stardew things
The Royal Sword Corporation opened one of their stores in town years ago. Crowley hates it. He hates the manger, Ambrose, who wants him to sell the community center so they can open another Royal Sword Business in town.
Che'nya works at Royal Sword Mart. Neige actually got his big break from Royal Sword. He got cast in a commercial for it, and it did so well that he's the face of a whole ad campaign now. Vil is angry and jealous because he also auditioned for that role and Neige got picked over him.
Vil still acts and models, but it's on a much smaller scale compared to Neige. Like he gets hired a lot to do ads and commercials for businesses in town, and in all the neighboring towns, to the point he's kind of a local celebrity in the area. He keeps visiting the city to audition for theater, but so far nothing. He ideally would like to move to the city to pursue bigger roles, but it's just not in the cards now.
The witch that turns your eggs into void eggs at night is Malleus grandma. He gets embarrassed, and has tried convincing her to get a different hobby, to no avail.
Fellow and Giddel are event characters. They get hired to work at the county fair during the fall, and sometimes stop by on the Night Market. There's a quest where you can befriend them so they can move into town, and Giddel can join the other kids on their lessons.
Leonas family is very well off. After his father passed while Leona was still a minor, Falena took custody of him, and he still lives with Falena and his wife, Asha. The Kingscholars were successful in their careers and had plenty of money. Like the farmer, they wanted a change of pace from city life and bought a nice inn just outside of town. Falena runs the actual business while Asha still works as a lawyer. Leona is taking online courses while working at the inn. Ruggie also works there and often has to keep Leona on track.
Ace is a carpenter, and was like Robin, the first person in town to greet you and show you to Ramshackle Farm. And like Robin, he also called your grandpa's house crusty. He also has beef with your cat, Grim. Everytime he comes by to work on something, they have a stare off.
Jade is still interested in foraging, and often gives helpful tips, like what is in season and where to find it. His favorite gifts are any mushrooms.
The mermaid who does a show at the Night Market is Rielle.
Ortho, Najma, and Cheka are like the Jas and Vincent in town. They're the local kids you always see running around, along with everyone else's little siblings, like Jack's brother and sister.
Since there's more than two kids in town in this au, there is an actual school house in the area. It's right next to or is connected to the library, and Clara is the local teacher. Trein helps her out by doing the history lessons. Clara will give the older kids their lessons in the morning before doing their more independent study time and class work in the afternoon while she teaches the little ones. Trein usually keeps an eye on the older kids while they work in the library. It's hard though, Lucius keeps demanding their attention when they're supposed to be doing homework.
Ramshackle is still haunted. There's ghost all over the property, and they mostly show up at night. But they will sometime show up indoors, like in the house, sheds, and greenhouse.
If you marry Leona, he will nap in the greenhouse.
If you marry Deuce, he will work on his bike outside.
If you marry Vil, his post marriage heart event is him going away to work after taking a bigger role. Kinda like Elliot going on his book tour.
If you marry Cater, he will post about living on a farm. He will absolutely make vlog type videos going "My day in the life of a stay at home farm husband."
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So I had a Kenny request that I've always wanted to see made
So readers family is wealthy but it's not nearly as noticeable as token because they have a normal house and shop at normal stores.
Nobody really knows that Y/N has money, they just think it's cool that they have a PS5. Reader has a crush on Kenny and hates what his family goes through. They send money to his house with no return address, sneak groceries into the kitchen when nobody's home, and they even got Kenny a phone with prepaid service cards.
One day Karen sees Y/N putting new toys in her room and tells Kenny who the family's angel is.
Kenny with a family angel rich s/o💸🛍️🍱
Warnings: None
Gender: Neutral
🧡 Kenny Mccormick 🐁
He doesn't even know that you're rich because you kept it a secret. Even if Kenny did know you were, it wouldn't change his perspective about you. You seem like a nice person and he liked that. But what he doesn't know is about you having a crush on him and being the one to provide his family with a healthy life.
He sort of recognized that something was wrong when he saw all of his everyday worn parkas in the closet all tidy and neat ready for another day of being worn.
He even looked around his room to see that it was all clean WTF?! no miceholes, no cracks or holes in the walls, and no trash laying around. It was completely sparkly and clean.
When he went downstairs, he found his parents in a shocked and confused expression. He looked to see what his parents were confused about, and electricity was on in the whole entire house.
Heck, they don't even remember paying the electric bills and somehow it's paid! And when they all looked in the kitchen, it was filled with groceries and food supplies for them!
Looking around their house again, completely....the whole entire house was clean and fixed up and not looking like a run down building.
Are they grateful? You bet it! Especially Kenny.
He's happy that he doesn't have to worry about his room being infested with mice or other insects, his parkas always being clean, and he finally gets to eat healthy and delicious food again.
It's to the point his family thinks they're being blessed by the 'family angel'. Little did they know, that it was you all along.
Kenny would know who's been supplying his family with all of this thoughtful stuff and making sure they're healthy.
But he probably knew that he wouldn't be able to find out who it was.
His prayers might have been answered when Karen finds you putting new toys in her room and she immediately recognized who you were since Kenny has been talking about you constantly at school.
Karen ran to her brother's room to go inform him on who the family angle that's being helping out their family was along.
You were going to reveal yourself to him anyways after you were done putting new toys in Karen's room.
And boy Kenny had a shock expression on his face.
You had a big smile on your face as you pulled Kenny into a hug followed with a kiss on his cheek.
"The family angel would like to say that they love you :)" 🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡
2023 is coming....I'm scared on how the year will turn out to be 😭😭😢😢
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Take It Out On Me Part 17 (Steddie X Plus Size Reader)
A/N: Ok, I told y'all last chapter this would be loaded with angst. Enjoy the feels.
Warning: Daddy Steve/ Sir Eddie and Sub Fem Plus size reader, SMUT, gentle loving passionate smut :), ANGST, the mall catches fire but not due to the events in the show since this is an AU, Boys get hurt :(, they need to depend on her which is hard for them, Steves parents make a cameo and fucking suck, mentions of fear of loss, I think that's it, FLUFF, These three always talking about their love for each other <3
Word Count: 6037
You don’t think anything of at first when a girl runs into the classroom before it begins. In this college setting people usually come in if not right on time then a few minutes after. What made you sit at attention was when she whispers something to her friend who in turn tells the person beside her.
“Hey. What’s going on?”
“You haven’t heard?”, the girl asks with wide eyes. “The mall caught fire. The whole thing is gone.”
Without saying a word, you grabbed your things and ran out the door, bumping body first into Masie.
“I was coming to get you! I just heard. Come on.”
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“Look, we just want to know if two people are even fucking here. Can you tell us that?”, you best friend growled at the nurse as you panickily looked around. Other family members were waiting in the lobby, crying as they waited for any news.
“Even if I had any information, which I don’t, you say you’re not family—”
“She’s their girlfriend!”
“She’s not the only one trying to find a loved one! Half the people who were in the mall are still missing, some of the people brought in didn’t have ids, and some are…unidentifiable at the moment.”
You stumble away from the desk, disturbed by the thought.
“Robin!”, you shout as her face comes into view and you quickly tackle her into a hug. “Are you okay?”
“Yeah, yeah. I’m fine. Where’s Steve?”
Your heart fell. “He wasn’t with you?”
“No, he helped usher some of the younger kids in the store and I guided people out through the back. I lost him after that.”
One of the backroom doors opened and Masie gestured with her head for you to go. After quickly running through, you were met with a new chaos. Doctors and nurses shifting from patient to patient. Every curtain you looked behind had a new hurt face but not the two you were looking for.
“Fucking help him!” Your head swiveled around at the sound of Steve’s voice. “Let me go, goddamn it!”
“Mr. Harrington, you can’t be in here and you need attention as well. Come on—”
“I’m fine! He’s my best friend fucking—” His heart shatters when his eyes land on your worried face. Pushing through people you both run to each other and he immediately lifts you into his shaking arms. “Fuck.”, he winces as he places you back on your feet.
“Are you ok?”, you cry as your hands cup his face.
“Yeah, I’m ok. I went back for him…he was stuck under something…Y/N, they just left him there.”
You hugged him again as he held you tightly to him. Letting you go, he grabbed your hand and brought you to the far end of the area where doctors were running around an unconscious Eddie. They had him attached to a breathing machine and had cut off the front of his shirt and the right leg of his pants.
“Fuck.”
Turning around, Steve was hunched over grabbing his arm. Pushing him against the wall, you lifted up his shirt and noticed burns along his side and upper shoulder.
“Steve, these are bad—”
“I’m fine.”
“Steve! Please, baby.”
“How did you get in here?!”, a nurse shouted as she pointed towards security to remove you.
Your hand immediately hooked to his as they tried to pull you away. “No, hey! She’s my girlfriend. Let her go!”
“Mr. Harrington, we have a process that has to be followed.”
“Fuck your process! I’m scared and I want her here!”
You didn’t think it was possible for your heart to break even more but it did. Steve had never mentioned being afraid of anything. He was always the big, strong protector and made sure you were never worried about anything.
Was this how they felt when you had your injury? They needed you and you were being literally tugged away from them. You felt incredibly helpless as they detached you from each other and dragged you into the waiting room.
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As names were announced and people were found, the waiting room dwindled. Your parents came down to be with you and your mom stroked your hair as you cried. When Wayne appeared you sobbed in his arms after telling him what you saw. To your dismay, Steve’s parents showed up a few hours later, glaring at you before heading to the desk to get more information.
“For Steven Harrington and Edward Munson?”, a nurse called and everyone jumped up, following her as she walked and talked. “We put them in the same room because Steve told us they knew each other and after what he did, we thought he should be able to keep an eye on him.”
“What did he do?”, Mrs. Harrington asked.
“Well, he’s got some second degree burns along his side and arm. According to him, he pushed a shelf off Mr. Munson’s leg so he could get him out.”
“God bless that boy.”, Wayne sighs.
“As for Mr. Munson…” Eddie’s uncle finds you hand and brings you forward next to him so you can hear better. “He had a lot of smoke inhalation but the oxygen and medication seem to be helping. His leg is broken so we do have it elevated and wrapped. Now we’re just waiting for him to wake up.”
“Should we be worried?”
The nurse glances at you with sympathetic eyes. “At this point, no. Now with Eddie, it’s just a waiting game.”
After opening the door, the Harringtons run through to find their son who was sitting on the end of the bed with scrubs on and gauze wrapped around his injuries. His mom carefully pulls him into her arms and you watch as he doesn’t reciprocate. With his eyes, he gestures you towards the other side and you walk with Wayne to check on Eddie.
Just like she had said, his leg was up in the air in a sling and an oxygen mask covered his lips. They had attached an IV to his hand where medication was slowly tripping in and changed his clothes, placing him in a hospital gown.
Masie, Robin, and your parents stood off to the side, waiting for everyone else.
“Are you ok?”, Mr. Harrington asks in a gruff tone.
“Like you fucking care.”, Steve growls.
“Really? We’re doing this now?”
“Don’t pretend that just because this happened everything is back to normal or changed at all. You’re still an asshole who called my girlfriend a whore and kicked me out.”
“I didn’t kick you out. You—”
“Stop it.”, you seethe. “If this is how you are going to be then get the fuck out. They both could have died today and this how you want to be?! I won’t have it. Not today, not here.”
Mr. Harrington stepped forward, prepared to argue but your dad cut him off putting his body between you two.
“She’s right, Bill. This could have been so much worse and it sounds like Steve is a hero. You should be proud of him. But if you insist on acting like a jackass then we’ll treat you like one.”
He huffs as he stomps out of the room, stopping to call to his wife. She hesitates, her hands running along his face and through his hair. Ultimately, she still leaves with her husband and Steve’s head hangs. Your mom comes up to sit beside him and tenderly rubs his back.
“It’s ok, baby. We’re proud of you and we’re glad you’re safe.” He sobs in the nook of her neck and she holds him tighter as Robin comes to sit on his other side.
Wayne looks down at his nephew, gently tugging on the gown he’s wearing. “Oh, he’s going to hate this when he wakes up.” He smiles when a breathy, exasperated laugh leaves your lips. You hand intertwines with Eddie’s as you sit beside him and fully let go.
#############
A couple of hours later the night nurses said that only one person could stay per patient overnight. You and Wayne stayed while everyone else left saying they’d be back tomorrow to check in. Steve crashed on his bed, occasionally wincing as he rolled over.
He startled you when he woke up screaming and you let go of Eddie’s hand to sit beside him.
“Steve! Baby, it’s ok! You’re okay!”
“Eddie…fire…Robin…You…”, he panted incoherently as his ran his fingers through his hair in frustration.
“Eddie’s over there, honey. He’s still asleep. Me and Robin, we’re fine. She’s coming back tomorrow. Everything is okay. I’m right here.”
“Can I hold you?”
“Of course. You never have to ask for that.” You glanced at Wayne who smiled your way and nodded his head, silently telling you he’d watch over his nephew as you curled up on Steve’s side. As your hand ran along his chest, you felt his breathing slow as he calmed down.
“I love you, Y/N. So fucking much. I thought about you the entire time I was running in that mall. I just needed to get him so we could get back to you.”
You tilted your head so you could bring his lips down to yours. Holding him to you, you relished his taste remembering the fear just a few hours ago that you may never taste or have him in your arms again.
“I love you, Steve.”
When you woke up a few hours later, you quietly crawled out of his embrace to sit with Wayne who gestured towards the tv. The sound was off but you read the subtitles. Apparently, the mayor cut corners when building the mall and one bad wire set it ablaze.
“Fucking prick.”, Wayne growled.
“Are they going to arrest him?”
“Who knows, sweetheart. They better.”
The feeling of tapping on your arm got your attention and you turned your head to see Eddie’s gorgeous brown eyes drowsily looking your way as he tried to reach for your hand.
“Eddie? Thank God!”
“I’m going to grab a doctor.” His uncle immediately stood, power walking out the door.
“Are you ok?” He sluggishly nodded as he reached for the mask over his mouth. “No, baby. No. You have to leave that on for right now.” His eyes swung around the room before looking back at you and raising his hand in the air to make a writing motion with his fingers. Hastily, you dug in your bag, grabbing a pen and some paper.
You watch him as he shakily wrote something, seeming exhausted when he finished as his arm fell to the bed.
“Steve?”
“Steve? He’s ok. He’s asleep in the bed beside you.” You got up and moved his curtain so he could see his friend more clearly. “Do you want me to wake him up?”
He shook his head, writing something else on the paper you left by his side.
“You?”
You tried to hold back your tears as you took his palm and brought it to your cheek. “I’m ok. I was so worried about you.” Eddie’s thumb gently slid under your eyes and the action just made you cry harder. “I don’t know what I would have done if something happened to either of you.”
His hand feebly moved behind your neck to try and bring you closer but as soon as the doctor walked in, you kissed the back of it and held it on the bed.
****
They took him away to get some tests done and when he came back he was asleep once more.
“He’ll probably be in and out of it for the next few 24 hours or so but his x ray looks a lot better. We’ll take off the oxygen mask tomorrow morning if he’s still improving. He most likely won’t be able to talk but…”
“Oh, he’ll hate that to.”, you smile towards Wayne who grins back.
Your parents, Masie, and Robin do come back a little later in the morning with food for everyone including Steve.
“Thank you so much but I’m not hungry right now.”
Sitting beside him, you run your fingers through his hair as you lean closer to his ear. “Daddy, baby, you have to eat something. Even just a little bit.”
He nervously swallows as he looks towards your parents before tilting his head towards you.
“I, um, I’m having some trouble lifting my arms especially…” Steve gestures towards his hurt one. “I…I don’t know how to be…vulnerable like this, Y/N.”
Caressing his cheek, you lift his face so his eyes meet yours. “Do you trust me?”
“With my life.”, he whispers as his forehead leans on yours.
“Let me take care of you.”
After reaching for the plate your mom handed you, you hold the fork to his lips and he slowly bent forward to take a bite, softly smiling in your direction as he nodded.
“Thank you, Mrs. Y/L/N. This is good.”
Robin sits beside him, eating her food silently before finally turning her head toward her friend. “I’m glad you’re ok… I mean who would I have to do stupid shit with at work in this town without you?”
Steve laughed and you silently thanked God for Robin Buckley.
****
Your mom stayed behind as your father drove Wayne back to his trailer to get some sleep and freshen up. Masie said she would get any assignments you missed but said that the professors understood after she told them what happened and where you were. She left to head home and drop off Robin saying once again they would both be back tomorrow.
“Do you want to go home and clean up to? I can stay with them.”
“I’m ok, mom. Maze is going to bring me some fresh clothes and they have a washroom here so…” You glance her way before turning back to look down at Eddie. “I can’t…I can’t leave them.”
The metalhead groaned a bit as his eyes opened once more, still a bit heavy but seemingly much more aware.
“Hey, Eddie. How are you feeling?” He nodded as he looked over at your mom and waved his fingers at her making her smile. You were prepared when he made a little writing motion with his hand, grabbing the paper from the table beside him and handing him the pen. Eddie didn’t write anything, pointing to where he put Steve’s name yesterday.
“I’m here.” Steve wobbled over and leaned against his friend’s bed. “Are you ok? You scared the shit out of me.”
Lifting the pen, he shakily wrote down what he could.
“Thank U.”
His fingers yanked on the boy’s scrubs, bring him down to his level as he tried to hug him. You could vaguely hear it through the mask over his lips but when they pulled apart there were tears in his eyes as he continued to cry.
“I’m going to go get some coffee.” You mother patted your hand, leaving you so you three could have some alone time.
You filled him in on what the doctor had said and everything they would be doing for him. Eddie reached up to lightly touch Steve’s gauze, making the boy wince slightly.
“Yeah, it still fucking burns believe or not. Do you remember anything?” The metalhead makes a so-so motion with his hand as the other man sits on the edge of his bed. “When I found you, you were by the back door of your store. One of the shelfs had fallen on your leg pinning you to the floor. I moved it but your side of the mall was a lot worse than ours. There was fire everywhere. I carried you outside and stayed with you till the ambulance finally fucking arrived. Took them long enough.”
“What caused fire?”, he wrote.
“Our fucking Mayor cut corners to get the mall built. There was a faulty wire and it just spread from there. The news is saying it’s amazing it didn’t happen sooner.”
“Thankful U weren’t there.”
Your chest caved in as you heavily exhaled. “You’re in the hospital with your leg in a sling and can’t talk yet you’re still worried about me.” Your head fell as you started to cry. Eddie tapped you, getting your attention before tapping the space beside him. You climbed in, kissing his cheek, and leaning your head on his chest. “It scared me so bad when I saw them cutting your clothes and you were unconscious. I love you so much, Eddie.”
Steve held the notebook for him as his pen scrawled messily across the paper.
“Love you babe.”
##########
The next couple of days were rough on both boys. Steve’s burns were looking better but he was still struggling with his mobility due to his pain and the medication they gave him made him extremely drowsy to the point where he would crash for long hours at a time. The doctor said that was fine and would help him heal but it made you nervous. After everything that happened, you couldn’t help but be terrified he would knock out like Eddie and wouldn’t wake up.
With Eddie, they finally removed the oxygen but he still struggled to speak. His throat was raw from inhaling the smoke but the doctors said it would clear up in no time especially at the rate his chest was. When he was finally able to eat real food, he stared at it not moving.
“Do you need help, baby?”, you asked and he shook his head. “Eddie, you need to eat a little bit or else they are going to attach that food IV to you again.” He blinked back frustrated tears as his jaw tightened. Just as you had with Steve, you leaned down to whisper in his ear. “It’s ok to ask for help, Sir. I’m still yours no matter what.”
As you began to pull back, he tilted towards you to kiss your forehead. This time when you repeated your question, he nodded. That night he tossed and turned, groaning in his sleep; they both did. You couldn’t wait to get them back home so you could lay with them in one bed.
A couple of days later, Steve was discharged but he remained by your side at the hospital as you watched over Eddie. It took a while but when he finally said your name it was like music.
That morning he was petting your head as you slept, placing soft kisses on your face randomly as he watched the tv. When your eyes fluttered open, he tenderly smiled down at you.
“Hey, princess.”
His voice was still gravelly but he could speak and you cried in his arms as you kissed his lips.
“Hey, Munson. How are you feeling?”, Steve grins as he leans towards him.
“Hurting.” He gestured towards his throat and leg. “But okay. You?”
“I’m doing alright. They said I should have a good scar.”
“You and me both.”, Eddie winks before he begins to cough. “Did they say when we could go home?”
“In a couple of days, depending on how well your tests look.” You crane your neck to kiss his cheek as you lay your head back on his chest.
“Baby girl, why don’t you go home, huh? I can look after him here.” You ignore him, closing your eyes as you squeeze the metalhead tighter. They both exchange a glance. In any other circumstance, you would be punished for not responding, but after everything you three just went through, they weren’t sure what to do.
****
A day and a half later, Eddie was finally released and the three of you were able to go home. His cast around his leg was slightly cumbersome but he thought it made him look like a badass as he drew symbols on it through day. His friends from Hellfire came over and added their own touches, making you smile as you watched the man you love gradually return to his old self. Steve’s burns got a lot better especially with you always on top of making sure his bandages were changed and his wounds were clean.
They both were prescribed medication and you made sure they took it when they were supposed to. To you it was nothing; you didn’t even give it a second thought but for them it was a lot harder. They weren’t used to being taken care of at all let alone in this way. They felt useless, not just to you but in general. After a while it finally boiled over…
A few weeks later, you went with them to the doctor so Eddie could get his cast off and they could do a final once over of Steve’s burns. When they called their names, you reached over to grab the metalhead’s hand and he snapped at you.
“I got it, Y/N! I can stand from a fucking chair.”
You blinked back the pain as he used his crutches to go where they wanted him.
“Maybe, you should stay here.”, Steve smiled softly and without waiting for an answer left you alone in the waiting room.
############
“Who would have thought walking would feel so fucking weird.”, Eddie mused as he hobbled back out cast free.
“Yeah well, you’re lucky it wasn’t worse. Come on, babe.”, he motioned for you but you didn’t move. “Baby?” You stared into the void as they came over to where you were sitting. “Y/N?” He sighs as he reaches out to push some of your hair behind your ear. “Look, honey, we’re sorry. We just thought…”
You didn’t even allow him to finish as you rose and headed out the door towards the parking lot. Without a word, you handed Steve the keys and climbed into the backseat.
The drive home was excruciatingly quiet and as you entered the apartment you were anything but subtle as you headed towards the kitchen, banging around things as you pretended to clean.
“Really? You’re going to act like a child because we wanted to see the doctor alone?”
You chuckled under your breath as you slammed a couple of dishes in the sink and headed for your bedroom, sitting on the end of the bed, and folding your arms.
“Come on, sweetheart. Talk to us.” Eddie had grabbed a chair from the table, bringing it with him as he sat across from you.
“When I found out about the fire, Masie and I immediately ran to hospital.” As you spoke, Steve sat beside you, turning his body so he could see you both. “The waiting room was…chaos. No one knew where anyone was or what exactly happened. The front desk nurse was short with me when I asked about you two so Maze jumped in and defended me. I-I just wanted to know if you two were even there because if not I was going to fucking drive to the mall and dig through that rubble to find you.” An exasperated laugh left your lips as tears began to slowly escape down your cheeks.
“I snuck back there when the door opened and found Steve who led me to you, Eddie. Seeing you like that…scared the hell out of me…but…nothing will ever compare to those thirty some odd minutes when I had no idea if you were even alive.” Your glassy eyes met the metalhead’s. “If I’m being too clingy and you need some space, I get that. If you need to do things on your own, I understand. But…don’t you ever speak to me like you did in that waiting room. I may belong to you but I think you guys forget that you’re mine to. I love you both so much and I deserve respect to.”
“You do, baby.” Eddie got up to sit beside you and pull you into his arms as he pressed your head into his chest. “You do. I’m so sorry. We know exactly how you feel, we should have known better. It’s just…”
“…We’re supposed to take care of you.”, Steve cuts in helping his friend when he pauses. “We’ve never had to depend on someone before. We spent so much time looking after ourselves and then you…”
“…Which is something we love to do, princess. This fire literally took that away. Not only could we not take care of you but we could barely take care of ourselves. It’s a weird helpless feeling. Not like when you got hurt but it feels like…”
“…We failed.”
“Jesus Christ.”, you sigh as you pull out of his embrace. “No. Fucking, fuck your parents especially yours Steve. You both don’t fail because you can’t take care of me. I love that you do but it’s ok to let me help you. Even if this hadn’t happened, it’s ok to let me love on you the way you do me.” You hang your head as you push your hair behind your ear. “I heard you tell the doctor you were scared. I saw it in your eyes, Eddie. I just wanted you to know you were safe.”
“I wasn’t scared of dying or the fire.” The metalhead’s tone was flat as he stared off into the void of his memory. “The fire alarm went off while we were stocking the shelves. It happened so fast. One minute people are running past the store, the next it’s fucking burning. Me and the other employees headed for the back because it was closer but I guess customers were panicking and one of them knocked over a stand.”, he shrugs. “That part I don’t remember. Just that suddenly I was on the floor with this heavy thing on me that I couldn’t get off. People tried to help but… I laid there and… all I could think about was you.”
“I was so fucking terrified of never…seeing you again and how my death was going to hurt you. I was scared that Steve wouldn’t make it out and you’d be left here alone. That’s the last thing I remember before hearing your voice and waking up in the hospital.”
As his eyes met yours, you pulled his head to your chest as he began to cry. Leaning back on the mattress you brought him with you as his arms wrapped tightly around you, holding you to him as you kissed his forehead and ran your fingers through his hair down his back.
Steve laid on your other side, placing his arm just below Eddie’s as he nuzzled his nose against your cheek.
#############
When Eddie’s eyes opened again, you were still holding on to him and gently rubbing his back. Stretching, he leaned back to look at your face as you softly smiled down at him.
“What are you thinking about, pretty girl?”
“Do you remember the last time you made love to me—”
“God, forever ago.”
You giggle as your index finger comes up to trace along his jawline to his lips.
“You asked me if I ever remembered seeing you in school or when we were younger and I said no but while you were asleep, I was thinking…I did see you once. We were in seventh grade and one of the popular kids shoved me in the hallway. I fell and was sobbing on the floor—”
“In a blue dress.”, he cut you off.
“Yes.”, you grinned. “In middle school we had to dress nice on game day. I remember a boy with a buzz cut helped me to my feet and then immediately ran down the hallway to tackle the kid.”
“My uncle used to show me those movies where cowboys or knights would defend a girl’s honor after they got hurt or mistreated. I saw the kid push you and I heard you crying so I kicked his ass. I told Wayne I was suspended for protecting a pretty girl and he took me to get ice cream.”, he chuckled as his palm ran over your cheek. “You didn’t even look up at me. That’s why I didn’t remember your face when I saw you in detention.”
“Seeing you…break like you did…triggered the memory. I passed by the front office and you were sitting there waiting to talk to the principal. You looked so upset and I remember thinking ‘I wish I could give him a hug.’ After that, I guess I lost you again.”
Eddie’s lips find yours as his hand slides down your sides to your lower back bringing you closer to his chest. “You’ll never lose me, sweetheart. I love you so much, Y/N. Thank you…for everything. Not just these past couple of months but…since school. Maybe…we should remind you more. Show you how grateful we are…to have you.” His hips grind against yours as he continues to talk between each passionate kiss.
“Baby…baby, wait. Can we…are you…I’m just worried about you the…the most because…of your lungs…”
When his eyes meet yours, you see the conflict within them. You’d had this conversation with them before when it comes to their bodies. They assured you they knew their limits and would never even put you in a position that would make them or you uncomfortable. Eddie’s immediate knee jerk reaction is to remind you of this and assure you with a confident Master tone that also reminded you he was in charge.
But he also understood what you had just been through and knew this may need a softer touch. Steve was always better with the Daddy comforting tone than he was but he had to try.
“I’m fine, princess. I swear but if it makes you more comfortable, we can go slow and I promise to check in with you every step of the way, okay?”
“Okay, Sir. Thank you.”
“Thank you, baby.”
Laying you flat on your back, he removed your garments, and gently kissed down your body as your hand tenderly played with his hair. Steve’s breath warmed your cheek as you felt his palm caress you face.
“He’s right, you know. We should be reminding you more how grateful we are for you.” You gasped when Eddie’s tongue pressed against your clit. “I’ll check in with you to, baby girl, ok?”
“Y-yes, Daddy.”
“God, it’s been so long since I’ve tasted you, sweetheart. Fuck I missed this pussy.”
You groaned at the metalhead’s words as his mouth wrapped around you bud, his head moving from side to side as he devoured every part of you. Steve licked the pads of his fingers, running them over your erect nipples as his lips sucked and bit the sweet spot on your neck. Eddie’s tongue continued to work its magic as he slid two fingers into your entrance.
“Fuck! That feels so…so good.”, you mewled as your eyes rolled back and closed. Steve connected his lips to yours as the other man moved at a faster pace, swallowing your moans as his tongue danced with yours.
Pressing his face further into you, you grinded your hips till you felt your release, throwing your head back as you came. Both men sat up and hastily removed their clothes, Steve sitting up with his back against the headboard.
“Hang on, honey.”, he cautioned as you moved your back closer to his chest.
“Are you ok, Daddy?”
You heard him spit behind you and the wet sound of him smearing it along his cock.
“Yeah, I’m alright. You can come back now and keep your ass open for me.” You nod as you do what he says, both of you groaning as he guides himself into you. “Fuck, baby. I missed being inside you."
As you slowly bounced your hips, you leaned against his chest and placed your lips on his own. Turning your attention to Eddie, the man behind you wrapped his arms around you as he kissed along your shoulder.
The metalhead smiles down at you as he moved closer, taking hold of your thigh as he gripped the base of his shaft.
“Stevie, I’m going to be a bit closer to you in this position. Is that ok?”
After the man nods his approval, he guides his cock into your entrance, growling at the feeling of your pussy clenching around him. Eddie’s head fell on your shoulder as both boys thrust into you while you ground your hips to meet theirs. Your hands roamed them both as the continued to whisper praises in ear followed by how much they loved you.
“Shit. F-fuck.”, Steve whimpered and you immediately turned to him knowing that wasn’t a sound of pleasure.
“What’s wrong, Daddy?”
“Nothing… just…can we…can we lay on our sides? I’m sorry, guys. I’m so fucking sorry.”
Eddie pulls out and helps you two carefully roll on to the side that wasn’t previously injured. Your hand takes ahold of his as you tenderly kiss the back of it.
“It’s ok, baby. Thank you for being honest. How about you, Sir?”
Laying down in front of you, he lifts your leg over his hip and slides his dick back into your core as he rests his forehead on yours. “Mmm—never better, princess.”
“I love you both so much. I’m glad you’re mine.” They both pumped into you harder as their fingers gripped your body tightly, Eddie clinging to your thigh as Steve holds your bicep. Their grunts and pants became louder and the sound was music to your ears. “Mine. MY Master. MY Daddy. F-fuck… please make me cum.”
Your eyes squeezed shut as they honored your request. They needed this just as badly as you did. You moaned their respective titles with pride as you came hard around them. Eddie pressed your head into his chest as he released his seed inside of you and Steve followed after burying his face into your back.
You didn’t see what happened next but you felt it as the metalhead reached over you to pulled Steve closer and in turn the other boy wrapped his arm around his back, hugging each other with you in the middle.
“Thank you for coming back for me, man.”
“You’re one of my best friends who’s been there for me even when I was an asshole. Of course, I’d go back for you.”
“ONE of?”, Eddie chuckles as he releases you both and leans back. “Who else are you cheating on me with, you slut!”
You laugh at his joke, thankful that his sense of humor was returning.
“Oh, I don’t know. Maybe the pretty girl we’re dating!”
“Aw, Steve Harrington. Are you saying I’m your best friend to?”
“Um, I don’t see any other women we’re dating here.”, he grinned.
“Ok, but like, am I more of a best friend than him or…?” You laugh harder when Eddie tries to playfully put a pillow over your head.
###########
“How much longer do you think it will take him to finish his hair?”, Robin whispers to you as you sit on the couch scrolling through the tv.
“Oh, sweetheart. It’s like you don’t know him.” You both giggle as Eddie comes out of the bedroom and grabs a drink from the fridge.
“Oh shit.”, Robin sighs as she points towards the screen and you turn up the volume. “I didn’t think they’d actually arrest him.”
The metalhead comes up behind you guys as he watches the mayor taken out of town hall in handcuffs and thrown into an FBI cruiser.
“Good. Fuck him.”, Eddie growls before leaning down and kissing your lips. “Have fun with Masie, babe, and I’ll see you later.”
“Good luck!”, you shout after him as he runs out the door. “He has an interview at the music store down here.”
“Ok, sorry, Robin. I’m ready.”, Steve announces as he powerwalks out of the room and searches for his applications.
“On the table, baby.”
Robin pats your thigh as she stands to gather her things.
“Ok, honey. Have fun. Be careful.” He lightly tugs on your hair, pulling your head back for a kiss. “And EAT something before you go, please.”
“Good luck you two.”
Steve winks in your direction as they both head out the door to their first stop Family Video.
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hello!!! i really enjoy reading ur writing~ like, from the wedding dates post it was love at first read hehe pls keep it up!!
n e wayz, i just got back from a medical operation (it was successful!!) and would it be alright to request some hcs of how diluc, childe, itto, thoma, and al-haitham (separately) would take care of an s/o who’s recovering post-op??? no pressure ofco ^-^
glad your op was successful, anon! ^^ wishing you a smooth and speedy recovery!
genshin men taking care of you after a medical operation
⤀ Featuring— diluc, childe, itto, thoma, al-haitham
⤀ gn!reader, modern au, mentions of medication, use of pet names (babe)
DILUC
he’s taking as much time off as he possibly can to spend with you. if he really can’t be home atm, he’s got his whole team of staff behind him so you’re never alone
the first few days might be rough because of the pain so he tries his best to keep your mind off of it by telling you embarrassing stories of himself, kaeya, and jean from when they were kids
if you need to just vent, diluc’s a great listener; he listens to all your complaints without offering any solutions so go off!
he changes your bandages with the tenderest of touches and places a feather light kiss on top when he’s finished
he isn't really one for television, but will watch with you if you are; who knows he might even get just a teeny tiny bit invested in the reality show you're watching. he doesn't mean to but he'd make the funniest comments (underrated comedian)
but.... he would enjoy doing puzzles with you like a 500 piece puzzle because the 1,000 piece ones can get kind of messy
his driver takes you to all your follow-up appointments so that he can stay with you in the back himself
when you’re well enough, he takes you on short strolls through his vineyard, with your arm linked through his and your head resting on his shoulder. it’s ok you can lean on him, he’s strong
CHILDE
this man has a big family, he is well versed in the art of caretaking. and yet they still show up with a ton of homemade food, remedies, supplies, etc because you’re basically already one of them
he’s actually really strict on making sure you follow discharge instructions, like anything that strays off, it’s:
“sorry y/n, not until we get the doctor’s approval at your next appointment”
childe keeps you up-to-date with all the new tech stuff, so you guys basically have a smart room. ‘alexa dim the lights’ ; ‘alexa turn on the tv’ etc. and he definitely has all the streaming services so you never run out of things to watch
if you’d rather play video games, he’ll let you win without making it super obvious
some oral medications can be a pain to swallow so he makes sure to give you lots of little kisses as a reward
on the more difficult nights, he’ll lay in bed next to you, propped on an elbow with his other hand playing with your hair. it’s very calming especially when he hums and softly sings you snezhnayan lullabies
100% will cook and clean and do the dishes, but doesn’t really want to leave you alone while he goes to the store, so he’s been instacarting almost all your groceries. don’t worry about the expenses though, it’s on him he says as he pulls out his work credit card (it’s actually on pantalone; he texts you that he’ll turn a blind eye to these charges so consider it your ‘get well soon’ gift)
ITTO
itto is very eager to take care of you since it’s usually the other way around; he’s so grateful you trust him in such a vulnerable state, he just wants to do his best and show you how much he loves and appreciates you
....so he definitely wrote to ms. hina for advice the moment you scheduled your operation
before he goes in to pick you up, he’s in the hospital parking lot giving his boys a speech like
“be extra careful around them and mind what you say alright?” you know this because shinobu recorded it and sent it to you
of course they volunteered to help out with daily errands so that their boss can focus on taking care of you
he brings you flowers when picking you up and a silly little ‘get well soon’ card that makes you laugh because it has a dumb pun
to show solidarity, if you're on a strict dietary plan... he's on a strict dietary plan
your comfort is super important to him so it is a no judgment zone here; maybe you feel weird about things like going to the bathroom or taking sponge baths, but itto is sure to completely reassure you there’s nothing to be embarrassed about
“nothing to be worried about babe, it’s all part of the process. I know what I signed up for”
THOMA
he decorates your home as a surprise! just a little something to brighten it up since you’re going to be stuck indoors for awhile
pampers you and treats you like royalty. once you arrive home, all the house chores are already done, your pillows are fluffed, need anything? he’s at your beck and call
makes the best homemade meals— delicious, nutritious, and follows any dietary guidelines
also has some ready in the fridge to heat up just incase you get hungry while he’s out running errands
definitely bought those little pill boxes that have the days of the week on them so you have all your meds organized already. he refills them for you weekly too
he's good at reading your moods, so he can easily tell whether you want his company or whether you want some space; he doesn't mind either way, whatever you need
thoma is an overall very upbeat person and keeps a positive mindset, however... sometimes it can get a little...too much? a little overwhelming? but! he understands how frustrating the recovery process can be so he takes it like a champ when you get a little snappy with him
AL-HAITHAM
he’s a nerd and a perfectionist, he read up on everything; your procedure, any medications, side effects, recovery, etc and still bombards the doctors and nurses with questions
honestly he is a little nervous since you’re in a delicate state and he doesn’t have a lot of experience as a caretaker
makes you take your medications at the exact hour you’re supposed to; every 12 hours? he’s hounding you at 8am and 8pm sharp
shhh he doesn’t know this but you accidentally caught him on the phone with an old acquaintance from liyue, scribbling down the recipe for an herbal nourishing soup
on your better days, he pampers you by not letting you skip your nightly skincare routine and even applies it for you
can be a bit of a mother hen which is a pretty stark contrast to his usual, more aloof personality. it’s a mental game you’re playing with yourself, counting the amount of times he peeps in to check on you
finally you call him over and he does the thing where he kneels by your bedside to hear what you have to say
“can you just…lay here with me for a bit…?”
and so he does and tells you about his research and projects until he realizes you’ve fallen asleep
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Life on the farm Pt 3 Christmas on the farm
It took some convincing but Danny manages to drag a promise out of Ma and Pa not to tell Clark about his half dead status when they tell him to stop by. As they said he showed up within the day. He was a little awkward around Danny most of the time. Giving him these weird looks but he warmed up to him before the end of dinner. (Ma explains Danny has a heart defect that causes his heart to beat slower than normal, her fingers crossed behind her back, brothers shoulder be allowed their secrets after all)
Danny gets real excited when Clark starts to talk about the resident superhero, who just so happened to be an alien, and how he’d even met him a few times. They end the night on a happy note although Danny breaths a sigh of relief when he leaves. The guy just felt weird. He knew there wasn’t much he couldn’t take in a fight, but Clark made his instincts rear up. Danny shook it off, after all he’s only human, he doesn’t even have any ghost hunting equipment.
Time passes, the Kent farm gets a reputation for having the scariest haunted hay ride around (take that Carter!) that one earned Danny his very own apple pie. Danny ate the whole thing it one sitting with a huge grin. Thanksgiving what quite the affair. Danny dressed up in Clark’s old suit which barely fit him and grinned as Clark introduced his spitfire of a wife. Danny and Lois get along immediately, she’s a bit nosey but she tells the most embarrassing stories about Clark in the big city. Not long after thanksgiving a little green puppy showed up in the fields playing with the cows. Pa brought it in only for it to pounce on Danny who laughs yelling “CUJO!?!? How the heck did you find me?!” Cujo joins the farm, playing with the cows and chasing the chickens living his best afterlife. The farm is isolated so no one questions it, and then Christmas happened.
During Thanksgiving dinner Clark and the Kents made plans for Lois and Clark to come Christmas Eve morning so they could help with everything and stay the night. That was before they had a tiny green dog to worry about.
Danny did everything to try to get cujo to stay in the ghost zone, and he thought it worked. They greeted the couple and all was going well. Clark was doing dishes when he heard Danny’s heart rate spike and he nearly dropped a plate, scared he was having a heart attack. He turned around only to see Danny staring out the window as he turned back to see what he was looking at Danny yelled how he needed help getting ma and pa’s gift from the shop. It should be done by now but he doesn’t have a license and would Clark be willing to drive him, like right now, before the store closed.
Clark is confused but figures it’s because it’s Danny’s first Christmas with the family and he’s just nervous but as they are headed out the door Danny immediately shuts the door, turns around and yells oops I forgot I already picked up their gift, wanna see it it’s upstairs. Things go on like that for about 30 min before Danny just collapses in a chair and Clark pats him on the shoulder and says “I know” Danny pops up and shouts “you know! But ma said?!”
Clark laughs “don’t worry about it, they’re really bad at hiding gifts each year, they try to be sneaky but dad in particular isn’t very subtle after a few cups of eggnog. I can never find them, but I always know when they made it into the house.” Danny just stares for a minute before laughing “yeah, you’re right” the two of them share a good laugh before lois walks in with a VERY familiar green puppy in her arms and says “I think someone went a little overboard on the christmas decorating this year.” Clark’s staring because that dog doesn’t have a heart beat wtf. Danny has dropped his head into his hands and groans and Pa runs in, grabs Cujo and yells “I caught him Martha!”
Clark just continues to stare and asks “is anyone going to explain the dead dog?” Danny looks up
“Who said he was dead?” Clark stares at Danny, Danny stares at Clark, Lois glances between the two of them before shouting “For fucks sake he’s you brother, Danny I don’t know what you’ve got going on with glowing green, apparently dead dog, but Clark is an alien.” Clark shouts “Lois!” She gives him a LOOK and says “he’s you’re brother, eventually he was gonna find your space ship in the attic.” Clark concedes because Lois is usually right about these things and looks back at Danny “I think it’s your turn now” meanwhile Danny, who was a little star struck because his new brother is an alien from SPACE, shakes out of his shock and picks up cujo and says very nonchalantly “Oh yeah, I’m dead.” Both Clark and Lois stare before Lois responds.
“I’ll admit, I wasn’t expecting that.”
#danny phantom#ghost king danny#dc x dp#brain vomit#au#ma kent#pa kent#kent family#lois lane#clark kent#should I add more#nah#maybe#I might add him meeting Conner tomorrow#life on the farm#pt 3
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Part Two of Not-So-Secret Secret Admirer!! Part One. AO3 Link.
Eddie comes into the video store only to be immediately shoved out the doors by Robin who follows him out. Eddie nearly trips over his own feet, but Robin grabs onto his shoulders with crazed eyes. “Get. Him. Another. Gift. He thinks his admirer has vanished, and he’s worse than before. Inconsolable,” Robin says. She turns Eddie around by the shoulders then pushes him away yelling, “Go!”
With the head start, Eddie finds himself jogging towards his van as if his life depended on it. It’s only been five days, but Eddie honestly has been desperately awaiting the next gift from E.R.. He already has the start of one at his trailer, so he makes the drive back and finishes it off. He wonders how he’s going to sneak it into Family Video once again.
He spends his drive back contemplating different methods when he realizes Robin can be his look out. Whenever she spots his van, she can distract Steve. Eddie just hopes Steve doesn’t link it all together. Maybe he should add some variation but... he wants to see Steve’s reaction to his gifts. Just to make sure he likes them so he knows what to get next... really.
He pulls into the parking lot and thinks for a moment. He tucks the present behinds his back and carefully sets it on the trunk of Steve’s car as he walks in. He jumps as he finds Steve sitting at the counter immediately as he walks in.
But Steve looks... sad. Like overwhelmingly so. He glances up slowly from whatever tape he’s fiddling with and sends Eddie a half-hearted smile. That simply won’t do.
“You okay?” Eddie asks as he leans on the counter.
“Yeah,” Steve says entirely unconvincingly.
Eddie hops up on the counter and swings his legs around to sit on it. “Talk to me.”
Steve sighs. “I just... don’t think the whole secret admirer thing worked out. It’s no big deal really.” Yeah, that’s a lie.
“And how do you know it isn’t working?”
“She hasn’t left anything in days,” Steve replies solemnly.
Eddie tries not to cringe at the thought that Steve thinks it’s some random girl. “Well maybe you aren’t looking hard enough.”
Steve looks up at Eddie with furrowed brows. He glances around him and looks at his car. “The front of my car looks pretty empty.”
“Who says they left it on the front of your car?” Eddie questions.
Steve gives him a look of confusion, but then seems to have a lightbulb moment as he bumps Eddie off the counter to leap over it and rush out the door. He squats down looking at the tops of his tires before trekking around to the back of his car, finally spotting the red heart shaped box. He immediately breaks out into a wide smile and holds it up proudly.
He comes back through the door, already reading the note on the top of the box. “What does it say?” Eddie asks.
Steve stares at it confused. “Words I would use to describe you.” He opens up the box and finds the assorted chocolates inside. “What?” Steve wonders aloud.
“Maybe they put it in the chocolate or something,” Eddie suggests, thinking about how that had been his first idea before he realized that would be some type of hazard.
“Wait!” Robin yells, coming out of the break room from apparently eavesdropping on their conversation. “What if they’re poisoned!”
“Robin, what?”
“What if they’re poisoned, Steve,” Robin repeats slowly.
Eddie picks up a chocolate and shrugs before taking a small bite out of it. He chews slowly and swallows. “Seems alright to me,” he comments then promptly collapses to the ground behind the counter.
“Eddie!” Steve yells scaling the counter at an alarmingly fast rate. He finds Eddie staring up at him with a huge smile and shoves him. “Dude, I thought you had died again or something.”
“I’m trying to keep that as a one-time thing for as long as possible,” Eddie half jokes before taking Steve’s hand to help him stand up. He finds himself quickly in Steve’s space as he stares at him. “Do I have something in my hair or...” Eddie asks running his fingers through his hair.
“No, I was just... making sure you didn’t hit your head or something when you decided to be dramatic.”
“Well, the dramatics established there’s nothing wrong with the chocolate, so what does it say this time?” Robin asks. Eddie kind of forgot she was there.
Steve glances back at the box and looks down at the empty pocket the chocolate was in. He reaches down and grabs a folded-up piece of paper. Eddie grabs the lid and shows it to Robin to explain what it means before Steve reads it out. “Kind, caring, and giving.”
“They didn’t see when you stole the last gummy worm out of the bag this morning,” Robin comments.
“They were in my car, and I bought them!” Steve argues. Eddie tries to hold back his smile at their antics, knowing that they’ll both yell at him for thinking their “very serious” conversation is funny to him.
Robin sighs. “I’m going to raid Keith’s secret snack stash to see if he has anymore.” She walks back to the break room.
Steve rolls his eyes then grabs a chocolate and pops it in his mouth, chewing as he unfolds the note. He swallows loudly as he reads it. “Now I know they really don’t know me,” Steve says folding the note back up and putting it back.
Eddie snatches it and unfolds it, ducking away from Steve’s hands as they try to snatch the note back. He glances at the note for only a second before it’s taken away. Eddie knows exactly what note it is – insanely intelligent. Steve flushes red and looks ashamedly at him. “It sounds like they know you as well as I do,” Eddie says honestly and tries not to reveal how true that statement is.
Steve stares at him for a few moments, as if he’s afraid Eddie’s going to take it back or make a joke out of it. Then, he breaks out into a small smile. “Thanks, man.”
Eddie heart beats a little faster. “Alright, one more before I hit the road.” He needs to get out of here and clear his head.
Steve takes half a bite out of a chocolate and holds out the other half for Eddie who accepts it, trying not to think about how Steve’s mouth was just on it. Steve unfolds the note and laughs loudly. He turns it around and shows the note in all caps – HOT.
Eddie laughs with Steve, trying to convince himself he’s laughing at his own note and not just laughing because he’s so overjoyed to see the way Steve responds to his gift. He easily makes his way over the counter and out the front door.
“And they are right!” Eddie announces, just in time to see Steve’s jaw drop as the door closes. Eddie laughs and tries to figure out what to get him next.
Part Three
Tag List (This is going to be an overwhelmingly cheesy and fluff filled one. Hoping to make it a pretty short series):
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could u write an imagine about being first time parents with vinnie please 🩷 i love ur stories !
MORE BABY FICS YIPPIE
┆.° ♡ — NO NSFW JUST FLUFF UNDER THE CUT
You and Vinnie have been together for a few years now, and you've always talked about starting a family. So when you found out you were pregnant, you were over the moon with excitement.
The first few weeks were a whirlwind of emotions. You were happy, scared, and anxious all at the same time. Vinnie was there for you every step of the way, holding your hand and reassuring you that everything would be okay.
As the weeks went on, you started to experience some of the common pregnancy symptoms, like morning sickness and fatigue. Vinnie would run to the store to pick up your favorite snacks and make sure you had everything you needed to feel comfortable.
When it was time for your first prenatal appointment, Vinnie went with you. You both listened intently as the doctor explained what to expect over the coming months. Vinnie was fascinated by the sound of your baby's heartbeat and couldn't stop smiling.
As the pregnancy progressed, Vinnie took on more responsibilities around the house. He cooked meals, did laundry, and cleaned up without complaint. He even went to prenatal classes with you and helped you practice breathing exercises.
You both spent hours talking about what kind of parents you wanted to be and what kind of life you wanted to create for your child. You dreamed of taking family vacations, teaching your child how to ride a bike, and cheering them on at their soccer games.
Finally, after months of waiting, it was time for your baby to arrive. Vinnie was by your side during labor, holding your hand and encouraging you every step of the way. When you heard your baby's first cry, you both burst into tears of joy.
And then there's all the post-birth milestones.
You and Vinnie have been eagerly waiting for this moment since the day you found out you were pregnant. Now, as first-time parents, you're in awe as your baby babbles and coos, trying to communicate with you in their own little way. You've been eagerly anticipating the day when you'll hear your baby say their first words, and today is that day.
As you sit on the couch with your baby in your lap, you and Vinnie watch as your little one looks up at you with big, curious eyes. Suddenly, you hear it - a soft, muffled "mama" escapes from their lips. Your heart swells with joy and tears prick at the corners of your eyes. Vinnie leans over and kisses you on the cheek, his own eyes shining with pride and happiness.
Your baby continues to babble and coo, and you can't help but feel a sense of wonder and amazement at this tiny little human who has come into your life. As you and Vinnie talk to your baby, encouraging them to say "dada", your little one surprises you once again - "dada" they say, with a big smile on their face.
You and Vinnie can't contain your excitement as you share a moment of joy and celebration. You never thought you could feel so much love for someone so small, and hearing your baby say "mama" and "dada" for the first time is a moment you'll never forget.
Crawling is another milestone that your baby reaches before you know it. You and Vinnie scramble to baby-proof the house, removing sharp edges, securing cabinets, and blocking off stairs. But despite your best efforts, your baby still manages to find ways to get into mischief. You laugh and shake your head as she scoots around, exploring every nook and cranny.
When your baby starts taking her first steps, you and Vinnie are right there, cheering her on. You clap and encourage her as she wobbles and falls, getting back up to try again. And when she finally takes those first confident steps on her own, you and Vinnie celebrate with tears of joy.
Mealtimes are a whole other adventure. Your baby smears food all over her face, flings her spoon across the room, and spits out anything she doesn't like. But you and Vinnie keep trying, introducing new flavors and textures, and celebrating every messy milestone.
Through it all, you and Vinnie are a team, learning and growing right alongside your baby. You laugh at the silly moments, comfort each other through the tough ones, and marvel at the wonder of watching a tiny human grow and develop right before your eyes.
#bella fawns over vhacker#vinnie hacker x reader#vinnie hacker imagines#vhackerr#vincent hacker#vinnie hacker oneshot#vinnie hacker#vinnie hacker x you#vinnie x reader#vinnie imagines#vinnie#vinnie hacker fluff#vinnie x reader fluff
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Synopsis: Head canon of going to the park with Tokio Hotel. (2010)
Content: Fluff.
Notes: Once done make sure to read under the icon where the tags after to see Freaky Friday Head Canon tomorrow. I love parks.
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Bill
Dresses fancy for the park.
Wears his black shades.
Packed snacks and drinks. (Some alcohol)
You guys would find a nice shady spot to relax.
Runs his fingers through your hair when you lay down on his lap.
Starts humming.
Enjoys sightseeing and looking at you.
You both start running once you see a bee.
You hear his beautiful laugh when you guys run and you smile at him.
If he starts getting a bit tipsy just be prepared when he pulls you close and kisses you a lot under the tree.
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Tom
Loves the feeling of having a break.
Wearing his flannel and shades.
Having so much fun.
Would play on the swings and push you.
Lays in the grass with you admiring your beauty.
He would want to play tag or scare you if he's hiding and you look for him.
Once he is tired he will buy some ice cream and share it with you.
Holds your hand while you both walk around.
Nonstop smiling.
Surprise kisses when you look at him. You would have the best time with him at the park.
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Georg
Has his arm around you when walking around the park.
Kisses your cheek because you are a cutie.
T-shirts and shorts matching with you.
Maybe some jogging if you guys were up to it.
Climbing trees... But I can see him helping you up and sitting on a branch with you.
If there's a nearby store you guys would go buy some snacks.
Stays at the park until nighttime.
Watch the stars together.
As much as you guys don't want to go home you will sit in the car a while blasting music.
He would love to spend his whole day with you if he could.
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Gustav
In love with the ducks. You guys would feed them together.
Great for dog walking.
You guys sit on a bench and talk.
Once Gustav sees little kids running by he would ask you the big question, “Would you want to start a family?”
You will blush and say maybe.
Sets his hand on top of yours and gives a kiss on your forehead.
He packed some delicious snacks for you guys to eat.
Would get angry once the ants start coming for your food.
Take a little nap on the picnic blanket.
You guys would have the best relaxed time ever.
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Freaky Friday Tomorrow of headcanon sneak peek: “Soft passionate kisses...”, “His fingertips drawing circles on your spine.”
#tokio hotel#tokio hotel fanfic#bill kaulitz#tom kaulitz#georg listing#gustav schäfer#x reader#headcanon#fanfiction#fluff#imagine#boy bands
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Buddy Daddies Drama CD Vol 1 – When one door closes, another door opens
*Gun sounds*
*Large explosion*
Video Game: MISSION FAILED!
Rei: Gah...? I lost?
Rei: *Sighs* Right now I'm so... bored...
*Stomach rumbling*
*Presses button on phone*
Concierge: Good Morning, Suwa-sama!
Rei: I'm making an order. Mild beef curry, a steak, a cola...
Concierge: Thank you so much for doing business with our hotel. However we need to discuss your payment with you...
*********************
Rei: I can't use it?
Concierge: That's right. This card has been suspended. Do you have another form of payment
that you could use?
Rei: Ugh...
*********************
Concierge: Wait!
*Rei running*
*Car honks*
Driver: Hey you! Watch where you're going!!
Rei: This is bad... The family card has been cut off... so I don't have money!
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Kazuki: I'm gonna score big! RED!
Crowd: Ohh!
Girl 1: Wow! You’re betting it all?
Girl 2: Kazu-kun, you're so brave!
*Chugs drink*
Kazuki: Ahhh! I’m on a roll today! I'm gonna win this one and be rich!
*Ball rolling to a stop*
Kazuki: AAAHHHHHHH!!!!
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*Kazuki shivering*
Girl 1: Come again, okay?
*Kazuki sneezes and drinks more*
Kazuki: Ugh... Ah... My life is over...
Kyuutarou: Don't just decide that on your own.
Kazuki: Kyuu-chan!
Kyuutarou: Kazuki. Come to Yadorigi.
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Kyuutarou: Can you even work a proper job after all this time? The only kind of work for you is dirty work. Isn't that right?
Kazuki: Yeah... that's right...
Kyuutarou: You keep failing your jobs and I haven't been able to contact you. Is this really the time to be drowning yourself in alcohol?
Kazuki: I'm sorry...
Kyuutarou: How many years do you think it's been since that accident? Can you face Karin-chan like this?
Kazuki: Ah...
Kyuutarou: This is your last chance.
Kazuki: Last?
Kyuutarou: If you mess up this job... I'll kill you.
Kazuki: Wait...! Anything but that!
Kyuutarou: Then make sure this job is a success.
*Paper crinkling*
Kazuki: Huh? Who's this...?
Kyuutarou: Suwa Rei. The son of our organization’s leader, also known as the "murder machine"
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*Convenience store bell ringing*
Cashier: Welco-...me...
Rei: *Grumbling*
Cashier: Eh? That guy's kinda creepy! His hair and beard are both unkempt and he’s stumbling around.... He seems like he'd be able to kill someone...
Rei: Umm...
Cashier: Y-yes? How can I help you?
Rei: How much is this?
Cashier: A teriyaki dog? It's 150 yen.
Rei. Mmm... *counts coins* 39 yen...
Cashier: Ah... Not enough, huh...?
Rei: *Sighs*
Cashier: Sir... Is something wrong?
Rei: Coat...
Cashier: Huh?!
Rei: Nevermind...
*Rei walks out while groaning*
Young Girl Cashier: Ah... Thank... you... What was with that guy?
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Rei: I’m an assassin. I can't bother civilians.
Thug: Aniki!
Aniki: Yeah? How'd it go?
Thug: I got the ransom! Here it is!
Aniki: Great job! Let's see it~
*Rei grabs bag*
Aniki: Huh?
Thug: Who are you!?
Rei: I'm borrowing this!
Thug: Huh!? Hey, give that back!
Aniki: Hey! Come on! Stop!
Thug: We’ve lost him!
Aniki: That thief! I'm gonna find him even if I have to turn this whole town upside down! Go find him!
Thug: Okay!
Rei: How annoying...
*Gun clicks*
Rei: Should I kill them...?
Kazuki: Hold on!
Rei: Who’re you?!
Kazuki: I found you, murder machine, Suwa Rei. My name is Kurusu Kazuk- Woah, woah, woah! Where are you going!?
*Running and panting*
Kazuki: Hey! Wait!
*More running and panting*
Kazuki: Fuck.
Kazuki: He’s so fast! I guess it's to be expected from an elite of the Suwa family? Fuck... I can't keep up...
Even though I'm confident in my running ability... all that drinking’s messed with me. Useless assassins will be gotten rid of... If he gets away now... then I'll...!
*Stops running and catches breath*
Kazuki: Maybe that's for the best. I’m a useless drunkard. There’s no one to mourn for me. That's just what I deserve. I'm finally... going to hell...
*can clinking*
Kazuki: Hm? Over there?
*Mechanical door opens*
Kazuki: Come out! Suwa Rei!
*Fist fight*
Kuzuki: Fuck.
*Gun clicks*
Rei: You know my name. You must be in the same line of work.
Kazuki: Wait! You don't understand!
Rei: You must protect yourself again-Hrk! (Idiom: 降り懸かる火の粉は払わねばならぬ Meaning: You must protect yourself against any possible dangers. Literally: you have to brush off any sparks that land on you)
Kazuki: Huh? What? He suddenly fainted?
*Stomach grumbling*
Rei: I’m... hungry...
Kazuki: Huh?!
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*Rei groaning*
Kazuki: Oh! You’re up? Hold on, it's almost done.
Rei: Where...?
Kazuki: My place.
Rei: It’s dirty.
Kazuki: That's all you have to say to the guy who saved your life? I've had a lot going on so I haven't had time to clean.
Kazuki: Here~! Eat.
Rei: Food?
Kazuki: You're malnourished, aren't you?
Rei: Are you sure?
Kazuki: Don’t spill it.
*Slurping sounds*
Kazuki: How is it?
Rei: Udon.
Kazuki: You can tell just by looking at it! How does it taste?
Rei: Like soy sauce?
Kazuki: Because it’s udon! I'm asking if it tastes good?
Rei: It’s normal.
Kazuki: What the hell are you?! At times like this it's only polite to tell someone “It's so delicious!” as thanks even if it's just flattery!
Rei: Hmm!
Kazuki: Huh? Damn, man... Your file said you don't understand polite society and have zero life skills, but you're really like a robot! So... you ran away from home?
Rei: Yeah...
Kazuki: And you're already broke? The money in that bag... it's the ransom from the kidnapping case that’s all over the news, isn't it?
Rei: Probably.
Kazuki: Did you do a kidnapping?
Rei: I borrowed it.
Kazuki: Borrowed it?
Rei: From the kidnappers.
Kazuki: You liar! You stole it!
Rei: I didn’t have any money.
Kazuki: Ugh... Why in the world did you target such troublesome people?
Rei: I can't bother civilians.
Kazuki: You're strangely conscientious.
*Rei continues eating*
Rei: Done.
Kazuki: Osomatsusama (Set phrase to thank someone after they eat your cooking that means sorry for the crude food)
Rei: Kurusu... umm...?
Kazuki: It's Kazuki.
Rei: Kazuki.... Why didn’t you kill me?
Kazuki: Oh, don't get the wrong idea. My job was to protect you.
Rei: Protect?
Kazuki: There's a certain order to this town. Having a lone wolf like you running around wild is a problem. But you’re quite skilled, aren't you. There’s plenty of troubles you can deal with around here. If you work for Kyuu-chan, this town'’s boss, I'm sure you'll make good money.
Rei: Money...
Kazuki: Did you really think you could run away from home and become a normal person? The only kind of work for us is dirty work. Isn't that right? Do you want to slowly die from malnutrition or do you want to play with the cards you’ve been dealt?
Rei: Umm...
Kazuki: Hm? What is it?
Rei: Get me in contact with that boss.
Kazuki: Oh! Okay.
Rei: Thanks.
Kazuki: Huh? Nah I just did my job. You don't need to thank me for anything!
Rei: Mm.
Kazuki: Mmm... What?... It’s not like I’m happy that you thanked me or anythi-
Rei: Move!
*Rei shoves Kazuki to the ground*
Kazuki: Ah! Hey! What’re you do—?!
*Bullets and yelling from thugs*
Thug: We know you're in there!!
Kazuki: Gah! you idiot! Stop! Hey! My place will-!!
Rei: It’s fine. Leave it to me.
Kazuki: Rei?!
Rei: I’ll take responsibility for this.
*Thugs yelling and shooting*
Kazuki: Wah! Wah! Hey! Wah! Stop! Wah! Not- Not my place!!!!!!!!!
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Kyuutarou: Welcome.
Kazuki: Ah... Hey, Kyuu-chan... I took care of those two jobs.
Kyuutarou: I’m relieved to hear you're actually able to do your job now. Now you just need to improve your skills.
Kazuki: I'm only second rate anyway. I'm nothing like the elite Rei. But he’s amazing, isn’t he? It hasn’t even been a month yet and how many jobs has he done?
Kyuutarou: 30 jobs.
Kazuki: Seriously? We're going to go out of business! He’s probably earned a lot already. Ah, but when I saw him here the other day, his beard and hair were still as much of a mess as ever. Is he even living decently?
Kyuutarou: I found a place for him to stay.
Kazuki: Huh? Kyuu-chan, do you also work in real estate?
Kyuutarou: Well, I have connections. Should I refer you too, Kazuki? You haven’t found a new place yet, have you?
Kazuki: Ahh... well I’ve been busy with work... Even though my last place ended up riddled with holes I really liked it.... *Sighs* Why did it end up like that? Ahhh... This sucks...
Kyuutarou: Oh, right. I have a request for you. Rei is perfect at his job but he never leaves his house so I never see him. So I'm sorry but could you take the information for his next job to him?
Kazuki: Yeah, sure... I was just wanting to complain to him about my wrecking house anyway.
*Kazuki walking away*
Kazuki: Bye! Tell me if you get another job for me!
Kyuutarou: Yeah!
*Door opens and closes*
Kyuutarou: Well... I hope it goes well...
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*Elevator dings*
Kazuki: Wooooow... How good of an apartment does he live in? Is this normal for a son of the Suwa Family? He must be raking it in. Damn it!
*Doorbell rings*
Rei: Yes?
Kazuki: Umm... Kyuu-chan has a job for you so he asked me to bring you the information.
Rei: Ah...
*Kazuki opens the door*
Kazuki: Pardon me... Gwah! Hnk! It reeks! So bad! Hnrk! Eh? This place is so dirty! Eh!? Dirty! Dirty!It’s bad... It's so bad!
Rei: Huh?
Kazuki: Don't just say "Huh?" What is this on the floor?!
Rei: Pizza.
Kazuki: The leftovers of one, right?! And that green stuff isn't basil, is it?! There's something awful growing out of it, isn't there? Aghh! And this delivery sushi is all dried out! Wah! And there’s a cup noodle with the soup left in it! Throw it out! Throw it out! Now what about the kitchen...? AHHHHHHHH! THE SINK! THE SINK IS FULL OF A STRANGE COLORED LIQUID!!! HEY, REI!! DO SOMETHING ABOUT THIS PLACE!!!
Rei: Maybe I'll hire a maid?
Kazuki: Wait, wait, wait, wait! Have you forgotten what you do for work? Your place is full stuff like sensitive
documents and weapons! It would be bad if you let a normal person in here!
*Rei’s starts playing video game*
Rei: Oh well then.
Kazuki: Huh? Stop escaping from reality! *Sighs exasperatedly* Fuck, okay then! I’ll help you clean this place up!!
Rei: Thanks.
Kazuki: You're helping too, you shut in! And I'm going to tame that wild hair of yours too so be prepared for that!
Rei: *sighs in frustration*
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*Boiling*
Kazuki: Hm... *slurp* Mmm! Perfect! Okay!
*Turns off stove*
Kakuzi: Hey, Rei! Food's ready!
Rei: There’s so many plates.
Kazuki: Complaining about strange things as always but oh well. Here you go. Go ahead and eat your fill! Since the money for this came out of your wallet anyway.
*Rei starts eating*
Kazuki: He can't even say Itadakimasu, huh?
Kazuki: So? How does it taste?
Rei: The curry... is a little spicy.
Kazuki: I thought you'd say that! But whatever.
Kazuki: If you're eating it so fast, then I guess it was worth making it. It felt nice to cook in such a large kitchen again anyway. Ahh... I want a kitchen as big as this in my new place. It would be impossible with my pay though...
Rei: You don’t have a place to live?
Kazuki: Because someone completely destroyed it!
Rei: Mmm...
Kazuki: Huh? Ohh! Are you feeling guilty?
Rei: Want to stay here?
Kazuki: Huh?
Rei: I have extra room.
Kazuki: You... wow...! You just want to use me as your housekeeper, don't you?
Rei: Yeah.
Kazuki: HE JUST ADMITTED IT!!! JUST HOW SHAMELESS ARE YOU?! Ah, but... hmm I guess that might not be so bad actually?
Kazuki: I'm good at housework and Rei is amazing at his job.... so we can cover for each other's weaknesses...
Rei: We're playing with the cards we've been dealt.
Kazuki: That’s not what I mean!
Rei: Oh?
Kazuki: Fine! Then I guess I’ll be staying with you for a little while.
Rei: Mm.
Kazuki: Thanks, shut in.
Rei: Thanks, freeloader.
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Summary: Every now and then Peacemaker has a solo mission. Whenever these happen, Vigilante has to be distracted so he doesn't make the solo into a duo. The only person that is capable of that is the girl that Adrian hates... no, that can't be right. He doesn't hate her, not really. Quite the opposite, actually.
Tags: Friends to Lovers, Fluff and Smut, Movie Night, Inspired by Scream (Movies), Cock Warming, Blow Jobs, Awkwardness, Ghostface Mask (Scream), Roleplay
Music Recommendation: She's Crazy but She's Mine by Alex Sparrow
Peacemaker, Adrian Chase Masterlist - here
There was something about Y/N that Adrian didn't like. She wasn't particularly mean. She wasn't incompetent. She wasn't overly uncouth. He never could put his finger on why she irked him so much. All he knew is that there was something different about her from the rest of the 11th Street Kids and that if someone were to ask him what it was, he wouldn't have the faintest idea what to pinpoint.
"Black coffee for Harcourt," Y/N said as she placed the cup in front of Emilia. Of course she left Adrian till last. She always did. "And winner of the sweetest order known to man - or rather man-child - for the third consecutive month, here is your mocha cookie crumble frappuccino with two sugars, Adrian."
His drink appeared before him with a flick of her wrist. It looked good, no matter who gave it to him. It smelled heavenly. He took a sip, closed his eyes, and sighed blissfully at the taste. For the next few hours, he'd be on a sugar high.
"Y/N, take him with you to the store," Emilia ordered. There was no way she was keeping Adrian around when he would be jumping around the room, making annoying noises and distracting everyone from their work. Plus, somehow, Y/N could contain him. She had the patience to deal with his long rambles of nonsense and endless questions. It drove most people insane.
Not Y/N though. She simply smiled and nodded. "Come on, bud. We're doing a medicine run."
"Hate it when you call me that," he muttered under his breath as he stood up from his seat with a huff. He followed behind her obediently as he drank his drink, holding the cup with both hands to ensure he didn't drop it.
As they walked out, the pair saw Chris walking towards them. He was late. Like usual. That's one thing Adrian loved about Chris - he managed to make tardiness look cool. Fuck, everything Chris did was cool to Adrian.
"Hey dude!" Adrian yelled cheerfully at his friend and waved. And since they were best friends, Chris would definitely want to know "Tonight is my night off and was thinking, totally just a thought and not something concrete, you know, I'll get some beers and we could hang-"
"Oh my God, your voice is super whiny in the morning."
Seeing the way Adrian's face fell, Y/N couldn't help but retort, "It's one in the afternoon, dickwipe. Get inside. Your coffee, which I should've spat in, is on your desk," and pulled Adrian away to her car before Chris could say something else.
The pair made it to her car in silence, but it didn't last long. As he sat and buckled in, Adrian had to chastise her, "You shouldn't talk to Peacemaker that way. He's a nice dude! And as his number two bestie, I can't see you disrespect him like that."
Rolling her eyes, Y/N started up the engine and drove off. He always did that. If it came to light that Peacemaker had been the one who killed his family, Y/N was doubtful that Adrian would put aside his admiration and try to get revenge. That wasn't the case, but sometimes she wondered why the actual fuck he idolised the big goon so much.
"Okay, buddy."
"Stop calling me that."
Silence ensued again, then Adrian started rambling about his favourite House of The Dragon character, which was Aemond by a long shot because "Not only does he have an eyepatch, like all badasses do, but he delivered one of the coldest lines of the whole show."
Obviously, he was talking about, "I may have lost an eye, but I gained a dragon," and Y/N knew that too as she recited the line to him.
"Yeah! Exactly!"
There it was again. That feeling that made him dislike being around her reared its head. Adrian hated it. He tried to ignore it, even when it became a real problem. Because honestly, what the hell could he possibly do anyway? Fight her? Sure, he could, but that was probably the stupidest plan Adrian had ever come up with.
Hurting her was the last thing he wanted to do.
"Where did that brain of yours go?" she asked. He didn't realise that he'd zoned out until she brought him back to reality, and he found himself staring at her. For a moment, he forgot where they were. Oh right, she was driving…And she was looking directly at him and waiting for an answer...
His throat felt dry. "Um..."
"Ade, you okay?" she prompted, concern clear in her tone.
"Sorry, I was daydreaming."
She narrowed her eyes sceptically at him but chose not to comment on it. She just shook her head, as if telling him not to worry about it, and continued on with their previous conversation, her voice soft and calming and soothing and beautiful, like honey pouring down his ears - which was a contrast to their other friends.
It was always "You fucking idiot" from Harcourt. Or, "Dude, you're so Goddamn weird" from Economos. Sometimes a "What creepy little planet do you live on?" From Adebayo. And, a guaranteed "Not now, dipshit" from Peacemaker. None of that came from Y/N. No, she spoke to Adrian in a kind, gentle tone as if he mattered, as if he were a human being, as if he weren't some freaky piece of shit who was constantly causing trouble for her and their fellow colleagues.
A smile curled onto his lips involuntarily, unbidden and without meaning to, causing the corners of his lips to raise higher than they ever should. This was what Y/N did to Adrian. And he hated it. Hated how she controlled him. How she made him smile and laugh and feel things that he had never felt before. He didn't enjoy it. At all.
But he was powerless to stop himself from doing it. Because, after all, Y/N was pretty cool and funny and cute, and she got along really well with just about anyone. And Adrian, well, Adrian didn't possess such skills. He was alone. And that was fine. He could deal with the loneliness by himself. Alone. Completely alone.
They arrived at the store at the same moment the coffee began to take effect. The first indication that the caffeine rush had started was when Adrian slammed the car door and Y/N was sure that he was only a few newton's away from breaking the window.
"Woah. Careful, tiger."
It worked. His mouth shut, and he nodded. "Sorry. Still not used to having muscles."
As soon as they came across a bin, Adrian nudged Y/N to make a big spectacle out of it when he threw his empty coffee cup at it. "Kobe," he cheered with an expectant grin. He missed the bin and ended up hitting the wall behind it instead. The sound of plastic smashing against the bricks and the unmelted ice going everywhere reverberated through the parking lot.
"Go pick it up."
He complied as quickly as he could. By the time he returned from picking the trash up, Y/N had got a basket and was inside the store, already walking to the pharmacy section. He sauntered over to her, trying to look inconspicuous while taking his sweet time so he could watch every little movement she made. It was his own personal surveillance mission.
Her hair seemed to bounce every time she stepped. Everytime. And every time the bouncing happened, Adrian felt the urge to reach out and touch it, just to watch the way strands swirled around his fingers. Like, was it as soft as it looked? He hoped it was greasy and gross and completely disgusting to touch.
When he got to her side, he stretched to grab the bandages she was trying to grab at but was failing to because she was a little too short. With an almost coy smile, he smiled down at her and tried not to have a heart attack as she gazed up at him with the most beautiful doe eyes he'd ever seen.
Those damn eyes. Did this woman have no shame? Was she purposely flirting with him? Or was she seriously oblivious to all the feelings he was having for her? Either option sucked. Either way, the fact remained that Adrian Chase was experiencing feelings.
Feelings! Of all fucking things! Gross! Uncomfortable, annoying, horrible, embarrassing, disgusting emotions! And, he wasn't sure how much he hated how much it affected him. That was the worst part. Or maybe the worst part was that deep down he may have, possibly...there was a chance - no matter how slim - that he sort of liked having that weird fuzzy feeling in his brain whenever he saw Y/N. Maybe. Just maybe. A tiny bit. Not much, of course. A smidgeon. Enough, however, to be alarming.
"Ah, my hero," she teased, bumping his shoulder lightly with hers, and then proceeded to carry on down the aisle. "Do you want the fun band-aids?"
Scratch that. It's actually a lot. A colossal amount of like. Who knows, maybe he even adored her attention in the way a heroin addict is fond of spoons. Or heroin.
"Is that a question you even need to ask?"
Chuckling, she dropped two packs of Hello Kitty plasters into the basket. That basket was quickly taken from her hands and the handles were soon nestled in the crook of Adrian's arm.
"About later on - you know, what you were saying to Peacemaker - I'm not doing anything. If you want someone to hang out with, I'm free," she offered, and he looked slightly startled as she did.
There was no way someone was willingly going to invite him to spend time with them.
"Oh, I'm sure you'll be sick of me by then."
"Impossible," she scoffed, shaking her head at the idea. "I don't know if you've noticed, but I'm quite fond of you, Adrian."
And there it was again! The butterflies, not the alien body snatcher kind either. His heart was doing that stupid flip that it did whenever she said words like this. And that was why he needed to change the subject before they said something stupid that neither of them would be able to take back.
"Can I get some candy?"
"Sure."
Skipping to the confectionary aisle, Adrian was quick to survey the sweets as if it were the most important decision he could ever make in his entire life. Y/N stood beside him, an adoring smile on her face as she observed his antics but soon felt her phone buzz in her pocket and diverted her attention to that.
Boss Bitch: Run distraction tonight. Solo mission.
Adrian crouched down to get a closer inspection and almost lost his balance, but, like second nature, Y/N placed a hand on his shoulder to steady him. That simple touch did strange things to Adrian. But Y/N was oblivious to the effect she had and even went further to move her fingers to rest on the top of his head, stroking gently through his hair as she texted with Harcourt.
Peacemaker had solo missions every now and again. As did Vigilante. Though Vigilante did have a habit of intruding Peacemaker's solo missions. Why not? He wanted to spend as much time with his good buddy as he could. And a helping hand was always good, right?
Since Adebayo went back to her dog business and Economos had been promoted to be the warden of Belle Reve, Y/N was added to replace them both. Yet, there had become a new dynamic between the current four members of the 11th Street Kids.
Emilia had become an unofficial handler of Peacemaker. Y/N had done the same for Vigilante. The women were dignified badasses in their own right, but the other half of their squad were dignified idiots who needed, for lack of a better word, babysitting. So, often, Y/N was tasked with distracting Adrian for the entire night if Chris had a mission.
"Wanna have a movie night tonight? I've been planning to rewatch all the Scream's in prep for the new one," Y/N suggested, giving his head a little scratch so he'd pay attention to her words.
"Hell yeah! Fucking love those movies!" he cheered, craning his head back to beam up at her with the brightest smile on his face, making Y/N chuckle softly at his excitement. There was something endearing about a man who was so willing to show true, unfiltered enthusiasm.
After that, he gathered way too many snacks that he knew were perfect for their upcoming movie night and followed Y/N around with so much pep in his step. The rest of the day passed by in a blur, the hours passing in a flash as he waited for work to be over so he could get the frickin party started.
He'd been talking nonstop, which he usually did, and Y/N did a lot of nodding as he told her all sorts of trivia about the franchise. Sometimes she zoned out, not because what he was saying wasn't interesting - it was - but because he had a habit of getting the words out so fast that they would blur together and it took so much focus to hear them, break them down and understand that she stopped trying all together.
"Roman is actually a badass. He did all that shit by himself, y'know? Yeah, 3 is not the best and Jill is the most entertaining, but Roman not only was the singular ghost face - a real independent dude - but he was the mastermind behind Billy and Stu so that's some crazy planning! Although in the original script Angelina was supposed to help him out with it so you can take that into account if you want to..."
Her head fell onto her hand, watching as he talked and gestured animatedly with his arms. She found herself staring at him with a small smile forming on her lips, the warmth in her chest rising to her cheeks when he finally paused.
"What?" he asked, looking up from his hands and meeting her gaze, a slight flush of pink staining his cheeks as well.
"Nothing," she replied, shaking her head.
"Sorry, I was boring you. I get it. I'll -' He mimed pulling a zip over his lip, but still carried on talking. "I'll shut up, sorry. Peacemaker tells me all the time that I just go on and on and on and-"
"Please keep talking, Adrian. I'm enjoying listening to your voice."
Bullshit. He called bullshit. Complete. Only an idiot would fall for a trick like that.
"Yeah right," he scoffed dismissively, glancing away as he twirled his car keys around his pointer finger. "I promise I won't talk throughout the movie. I promise."
They'd watched the odd movie together before so she knew this was not entirely true. He often liked to add commentary and facts along with the film. Films were the easiest way to distract him. She was saving the Lord of the Rings marathon for a really important Peacemaker mission. And the Twilight marathon was for a life or death mission.
"I just need to shower and get changed. I'll be at yours in forty. Sound good?"
"Sounds good. Like, so good," he agreed readily. "See you in a few."
As he watched her walk towards her car, he let out a long breath and tried not to think about the fact that it would be just them. Just the two of them in his small apartment, the lights low and popcorn popping as they sat curled together on the couch as he tried his absolute best to make her laugh. He'd make sure she paid attention to him and not a movie. Every single bit of her focus needed to be on him, or he'd die. Actually die.
God, was he pathetic. Utterly pathetic. This crush was too strong. Too intense. It was a disease. And it didn't matter how hard he fought against it. It simply refused to leave his system and left him feeling weak. Weak and helpless and utterly alone in the vastness of the cruel existence she'd doomed him to live within for the foreseeable future.
Yet, he couldn't bring himself to feel down about it. He was cursed, yes, but a life without Y/N in it had been ten times worse than his current lovesick one. Ten times worse. Maybe ten thousand times worse.
Once he arrived at his apartment, it was go time. Adrian hurried to clear the odd bits of tat he'd left out and found the few comforts he had to throw on the couch to make it seem like this place looked lived in. His house was spartan and impersonal because he rarely spent time there. And due to the fact that it was a small place anyway - a tiny kitchen/living room, bathroom, bedroom, that's it - there wasn't a lot of space for him to have a bunch of shit. The majority of shelves were lined with DVDs and cupboards stuffed full of weapons.
Between his job and patrol, he only used his house to shower, jerk off and watch tv. (usually in that order). His car was the central hub for his life. The Vigilante mobile was where he ate, napped, changed clothes, and watched stupid YouTube videos to entertain himself when patrol got particularly boring.
Now, however, he had to pretend that he was a normal, dateable person instead of an insomniac workaholic. So much for the 'I need to impress her' speech that he gave himself whenever these movie nights happened. Y/N never seemed to mind his ineptitude at interior design, though.
There was one piece of hair that suddenly wanted to drift right in the middle of his forehead and it was pissing Adrian off so much as it would bounce back as soon as he swiped it away. The moment he went to pick up the scissors to really deal with it, his doorbell went off and stopped the whole new haircut moment from happening.
With no time to waste, Adrian swung the door wide open to reveal a very comfy looking Y/N wearing a pair of sweats and a loose fitting cardigan, one hand stuffed inside her pocket, a bottle of wine in the other one. He only realised he had been examining each aspect of her until she teased, "You gonna let me in?"
"Oh, uh, yeah," he stuttered, stepping aside, his brain not yet coming up with a reply that came close to sounding cool. What else was new?
Y/N breezed past him, greeting him with a quick squidge on his bicep as she made her way into the kitchen. He stared after her for a few seconds before following suit. As she set the bottle of wine down on the counter beside him, his eyes narrowed curiously as he asked, "Wine?"
Wine tasted too much like acid for him to like. Had all these adults lying about how nice wine had been his entire life? Because every time he tried it, it was as if someone had blended a battery and placed it before him as if to say 'Voila! Why don't we take grape juice, keep it in a jug until all the good things about the taste are removed and then pretend that it's better now?!'
Beer was just as bad. Does alcohol have to taste bad? Adrian thought. It would be nice if there was liquid out there that would make him look like an adult when he drank it - let's be real, cocktails gave a tendency to look stupid, especially if there's little umbrellas or sparklers in them - but be actually nice to consume.
Almost as if she had read his thoughts, Y/N announced, "Supposedly, it tastes like cotton candy. I was curious," and began unwrapping the foil around the top and pulling at the cork until a pop was heard, and she smiled widely, pleased at the sound.
And, since he hadn't moved to get them glasses - Jesus, of course he didn't own wine glasses - she took a swig from the bottle and held it out for Adrian to do the same. He hesitantly complied and took a small sip. Surprisingly, a pleasant and sweet taste spread through his mouth, which was something he'd never expected, and he let out an approving hum.
"Good?"
"Yeah, good. Really good," he answered with a nod and handed the bottle back, wiping his mouth clean on his sleeve. This wine didn't make him gag. He could appreciate that. "What food do you wanna order? There's a new Mexican place in town. I know you like Mexican so..." He trailed off unsurely, his hand searching for the menu he'd picked up just in case this moment ever happened.
Once he found it, he handed it to her and watched as her eyes lit up. "Oooooh!" She grinned happily, opening up the page and scanning the options.
Adrian observed in silence as she evaluated every picture and mumbled to herself about what they should order, occasionally pausing to look up at Adrian to check if he also liked the dish. He nodded and hummed and said the occasional thing when necessary, but he felt a little awkward standing around and guided her towards his couch so they could sit.
While Y/N phoned and ordered, Adrian busied himself by putting the movie on and neatly ordering the next consecutive movies on his coffee table. It was unneeded, but he got some weird kick from seeing them perfectly in order. Who knows why.
Then the call was done, and they could start, as you usually do, with the first movie in the franchise, Scream. They sat shoulder to shoulder, occasionally passing the wine between them. Adrian was a little stiff at first, his back rigid against the cushions, but eventually calmed down and started leaning into Y/N more with every passing minute. Her shoulder felt soft against his cheek. He'd soon come to realise that.
But, his annoyance spiked once the delivery driver knocked on the door, thus causing his head to no longer be resting against her. He was suddenly bereft of Y/N's warmth and quickly decided that killing the delivery man might have been a good idea. No. No. He couldn't do that. Instead, he took a breath, got to his feet, and retrieved their food with a grumpy pout on his face. So what if he was a little rude to this one random guy? At least he didn't kill him.
The moment his butt hit his sofa again, he dug right in, shovelling the food into his mouth faster than he thought possible. Honestly, he forgot when he last had a proper meal. The last week or so, he'd been on patrol a lot and took very minimal breaks for snacks.
"There's a common theory that you can tell if it's Billy or Stu behind the mask by the way they hold their knife," Adrian mumbled through a mouthful of food, his words barely comprehensible. "Stu holds the knife with two hands over his head, while Billy holds it with one hand and gets really into it..." He continued to ramble on about random facts about the film while eating, unable to stop himself. Since Y/N wasn't stopping him, why would he?
Y/N was nodding along, listening intently. Her eyes shone with interest, and her lips were slightly curved upwards. It was weird. Being listened to was weird for Adrian. He liked it, but he hated it too. Whenever he spoke and it fell on deaf ears, that was fine because his words wouldn't really amount to anything. They didn't matter since the other person wasn't going to remember them anyway.
Often, he lied and made up facts and tried to spread misinformation as a way to entertain himself. If his words held no weight, he might as well make them fun to say. He told the truth around Y/N, though.
When she looked at him with those beautiful eyes and listened to him talk without interrupting, he always felt a need to share himself. Share what he knew, what he found interesting in the hopes she'd find it interesting too. He liked to think that she did find it entertaining, and, most importantly, he liked her attention.
Even when his words were nothing special, even when he had no use for them anymore, Y/N still cared enough about him to listen, to pay attention to what he had to say. That was a feeling he couldn't help but treasure.
Finishing the final bite of his food, he crumpled up the wrapper and threw it at the bin. "Kobe!" This time, it went perfectly in. Then, satisfied with himself, he flopped back onto the couch pillow with a sigh, staring up at the ceiling and letting his mind wander.
Wouldn't it be so crazy right now if I, like, kissed Y/N? And she'd totally swoon and say, 'Oh Adrian, I think you're so cool and hot and would make a great ghostface. Huh, I bet you'd be even better than Roman.' Then we'd really start making out, and she'd be soooo impressed by how big my dick is. 'Why does Peacemaker call you thimble?' and I'd be all like 'He's just jealous of how sexy I am' and she'd giggle and agree, and that's how it would go down.
"Hey bud, you okay?" Y/N's voice cut through his musings, breaking him out of his trance and startling him for a second before he remembered where he was. Right. Y/N was beside him. Thinking of her in such a way was kinda weird when she was right there. Kinda. His gaze shifted to her, noting that she was looking back at him with a raised eyebrow.
A small shy smile spread across his face as he rubbed at the back of his neck. "Yea, yeah. I'm alright." He paused for a beat before he added, "What about you? Are you...okay?"
"...I think so."
"Good. That's good. Yeah, y'know, just say the word if not cause I'll totally... I'll do whatever I can to make you happy, like whatever. Need me to kill someone and I'll fucking do it, no question... just say the word, Y/N, whatever it is..." He trailed off nervously, scratching at his cheek and trying to sound as casual as he possibly could as he added, "I... I'd do anything for you."
Well, that came out of his mouth. Shit. Fuck. Oh fuck. Shit shit shit. There was no way, no fucking way that she would misunderstand the sentiment there. Panic instantly erupted throughout every single cell of his body.
Yet, the expression on her face softened. She leaned towards him, brushing that stray lock of his hair that had been annoying him so much away from his forehead, placing her fingers gently underneath his chin and tilting his head upwards. He blinked owlishly, watching her, waiting for her to speak.
Just as it seemed as if she was going to say something heartfelt, the infamous garage door death appeared on screen and Y/N's eyes flickered over to it briefly before settling back on his face, a mischievous smile playing on her lips.
"Anything?"
"Anything."
The sincerity behind his reply was evident.
"Pass me the blanket then."
Thank god. Adrian relaxed, let out a chuckle, and obliged, pulling the white fluffy blanket that hung beside him on the armrest and tossing it towards her. She caught it deftly and draped it over herself, holding the corner out to him expectantly.
"I don't bite."
"Hm. Sure ya don't," he laughed, moving closer and taking the fabric to wrap it around himself. He glanced sideways at her for a split second, catching a glimpse of her smile before she turned her face to the screen.
Huh, this had gone way better than he ever expected, and the relief he felt was undeniable. He sighed softly, inconspicuously sliding an arm on the back of the couch and subtly brushing his fingers over her shoulder. His heart hammered in his chest. He could feel his pulse racing and his cheeks burning bright red.
This was nice. It definitely was. The silence, the warmth, the comfortable atmosphere, everything. He never wanted this to end. He never wanted it to leave. But he knew it eventually would have to go, so he pushed those thoughts aside and rested his eyes on the screen, ignoring the pounding in his chest and the sudden butterflies that filled his stomach.
Scream one ended, and he'd managed to fully wrap his arm around her shoulders, resting comfortably on her without any misguided belief that she was oblivious to his moves.
All throughout two, he occasionally poked at her cheek or pulled at her ear, trying to divert her attention to him. Every time she'd smile and look at him from the corner of her eye, only to return to the TV and pretend to focus on the screen. Then, when he had done it enough times to actually be irritating, she caught his hand before he made contact with her cheek and placed her fingers between his own, lacing their fingers together.
Rather abruptly, he posed the question, "Who is your favourite ghostface?" and she took the time to ponder her answer. As Y/N thought, she gently tapped her fingertips against his knuckles, and that unconscious movement brought a blush to his cheeks.
"Jill is the obvious answer. She's a girl boss, and I think - I have no idea if this is a popular theory or anything - that she got Charlie to do most of the killing because she wanted to seem as innocent as possible. Only Charlie and Trevor died by her hand."
"Hmmm..." He hummed, thinking it over for a second. "That's actually pretty smart."
"Yeah, I'm a genius." Her playful tone was clear. "What about you?"
"Stu, I guess, cause he's the funniest. Or Roman. Or maybe Mickey since he was charming despite it all."
"And handsome."
He nodded and hummed in agreement but felt a brief pang of jealousy that only got worse when she admitted, "Mickey was definitely the hottest ghostface." Yet, it turned into a sly grin when she added "Though I gotta say all of them are pretty hot... that mask does something...something, I don't know what, to me."
"Even Mrs Loomis?"
"Especially Mrs Loomis," she replied with a smirk.
Ah, a plan was formulating. He just had to wait for a moment alone to execute it. After all, it wasn't every day he had the exact thing he needed to fulfil her wishes.
That time came sooner than anticipated when she excused herself to the bathroom as Adrian was in the process of putting Scream 3 on. They were already three and a half hours into the whole marathon, and taking a break maybe was beneficial, Adrian thought.
Was it a prank? Or a seduction technique? That would all depend on her reaction.
Y/N finished up in the bathroom and planned on moving back to the sofa and, most importantly, back to the comfortable embrace she'd been in. When she arrived at the couch, Adrian was nowhere to be found. Had he left? Was he in the kitchen getting more snacks? She didn't see him in the kitchen, and his house wasn't really big enough to hide in. Sure, they'd turned the lights down to ensure they got an 'authentic' cinema experience, but it wasn't that dark.
The only way she would have minor trouble when being able to see him was if he was wearing all black. He hadn't been. It was what he usually wore: blue jeans and a nerdy t-shirt.
"Ade? Where'd you run off to?"
She looked around but she saw no signs of him anywhere. Weird. After patting herself down to find her phone - which was in her backpocket like usual - she went to send him a quick text but was interrupted by someone yanking her back into their chest and a knife pressed against her throat.
Right next to Y/N's ear, she heard a very distinctive voice ask, "What's your favourite scary movie?" and she relaxed a bit in their arms. She should've guessed he'd have the whole ensemble, mask and all.
"Probably Jack and Jill, that Adam Sandler flick, god, it was awful. Just torture, if you ask me."
There was a robotic snort omitted from the mask.
"What about you, Mr Ghostface, what movie scares you?"
"17 Again. I'd kill myself if I had to revert to my teenage self."
Shifting her head to get a better look at the mask, she unconsciously bit down her bottom lip as she took it in, her eyes trailing all over it as if she was studying every inch of it. And when he held the tip of the blade under her chin to tilt her head up, there was no denying that she gulped rather thickly.
"You feeling a bit woozy there?" He smirked beneath the mask, leaning in towards her, the tip of the blade grazing along her jawline. She couldn't help but shiver slightly but didn't move back from the touch, keeping her gaze locked onto the mask.
Some small part of her brain was ringing alarm bells. Murder happy dude who likes to wear a mask is an apt description for both Vigilante and Ghostface. But, she told it to shut the hell up, to shut the fuck up and just go ahead and enjoy yourself, right?! It was Adrian, after all. He'd had plenty of opportunities to murder her before and hadn't taken it.
"Maybe I am," she replied in a breathless tone , her heart starting to thump loudly inside her chest. His smirk widened into a satisfied grin, and he cocked his head to the side.
Wordlessly, he let her out of the grapple and sat back on the sofa as if nothing had happened, leaving her slightly confused, somewhat disappointed, and very flustered. He reached over and grabbed the remote from where he placed it on the coffee table earlier and pressed play on the next movie. He didn't look over at her, nor did he acknowledge what had just happened at all as she took her place beside him.
Tension was thick in the air and neither dared to utter a single word. Y/N was watching him out of the corner of her eyes because, as safe as she felt, it was still weird to have ghostface right next to you while that same icon was killing people on screen.
Adrian was gathering the courage to make a move. An actual move and not one of those juvenile tricks that he'd got away with earlier. With his head facing the TV, his hand found the drawstring of her sweatpants and he undid the bow with dexterous precision. Once the strings came loose, he slid his hand slowly through the opening, letting his fingers trail along the fabric and lightly brush against her inner thigh.
Y/N inhaled sharply, not daring to take her eyes off the screen, afraid that if she moved, he would disappear and she'd wake up in bed with a crick in her neck from such a wonderful dream. It seemed surreal. It seemed too good to be true.
His hand travelled further up the hem of her panties and dipped to touch the soft skin underneath; she closed her eyes, her heart beating faster as his forefinger started a gentle circling motion on her clit. Slowly. He was giving her a chance to stop him if she wanted to. But she didn't want to stop him. Oh God, not at all. If anything, she wanted Adrian to go even further.
So, in the hopes he'd get the memo, Y/N shifted her butt closer to the edge of the couch and moved her hips to ensure that he'd have access to do whatever he pleased. When he kept torturing her with his movements, she tilted her head to the side to look at him.
"Eyes on the screen."
Her gaze remained on the mask.
"Watch the movie."
Still, she hadn't moved.
"You deaf?" he teased, using his free hand to grab at her chin and yank it back towards the TV. He could feel her face growing warm at his touch, and that made his lips curl into a smile behind the mask. Her eyes were locked onto the screen, and his thumb stroked the underside of her bottom lip. "I said," he repeated slowly, as if to emphasise his point, "Are you deaf? Answer me."
"No! No. I... I can hear you perfectly." Her voice sounded breathy, strained and filled with excitement. His smile grew wider as he watched her. "Just, um... distracted."
She licked her suddenly dry lips, and a flash of light caught his eye. The glow coming from her phone illuminated the dark room. He took hold of the device in question.
"The boss wants to talk to you, you wanna talk to her?" She shook her head and tried to snatch the phone out of his hands but was unsuccessful. He chuckled softly as he accepted the call and held it against Y/N's ear.
"L/N, Peacemaker's mission was a success," Harcourt began, sounding relieved. "You are free of Vigilante watch for the night."
"Oh, okay. Good to know," Y/N replied with far too much poise for Adrian's liking, taking the phone out of his hand.
Without warning, he slid his fingers down to her entrance and pushed his middle finger into her core, making the poor girl gasp.
"You okay there, Y/N?" Harcourt asked in concern.
"Hrmm, yeah. Fine." Y/N cleared her throat, trying to compose herself. This was definitely NOT how she pictured her distraction to go.
How the turntables.
Harcourt was unconvinced, Y/N could tell. "If you say so..." There was some rustling as if the person behind the phone was in a mini scuffle, then Emilia added in a huff, "Hang on, Chris wants to say something."
Hearing his buddy's name, Adrian decided to get bolder and began fucking two fingers into her, curling them in an effort to create the most obscene noises he could possibly imagine. Y/N bit down hard onto her lower lip so she wouldn't let out the most pathetic whine ever known to mankind.
"H-hey Chris."
"Is Adrian still with you?"
"Yeah," she answered breathlessly, daring to look across at Adrian again.
"Tell him to buy a four pack and meet me at my trailer."
Underneath the mask, Adrian was a mess. Y/N was letting him fingerfuck her and Peacemaker wanted to hangout? It was such an awesome day. Although, given his current situation, he was a bit preoccupied to give in to Peacemaker wishes.
"I'm busy," Adrian replied curtly. "Tell him."
Y/N shakily nodded and did as he said. "Ade says he is busy. Can't hang out tonight. Sorry!" Then, she quickly hung up and let out all the noises she'd been holding back until now. Adrian chuckled darkly at the sight, his smirk widening when he noticed she'd gone red, flushed with passion, and was writhing around on the sofa, coming undone just because of his fingers. His. And it only spurred him on more.
"Either you take your clothes off, or I'll cut you out of them," he threatened, his smirk turning into an evil grin as he trailed his fingers up along her thighs. She squealed when he hit a particularly sensitive spot with his middle finger, arching her body slightly upwards. "Which one will it be?"
Doing a mental price check for everything she was wearing, Y/N came to a decision. She held up her forefinger, and he stopped, letting her undo the clasp of her bra, wiggling it out from under her shirt and tossing it somewhere on the ground.
"It was an expensive bra," she shrugged with a grin, "The rest of my clothes? They are far more disposable."
For the first time in a really long time, Adrian's hand was slightly shaky as he held the knife. Adrenaline, lust, and a fear that because he couldn't fit his glasses under the mask that he might accidentally hurt her, flowed through every inch of his being as he pushed her so she'd lie with her back against the couch cushions.
Slowly and in, what he hoped would be, a sensual manner, he dragged the blade down Y/N's chest and stomach, not enough to cut the fabric yet, but enough to make her breath stagger and tremble in anticipation. Y/N bit down hard upon her lower lip, her eyes wide open and pleading at him above her.
Adrian placed his knees on either side of her thighs, bracing himself with one arm, and he gently booped her nose with the tip of the knife. Her face scrunched up cutely, and a small giggle fell from her lips.
"Can't believe I didn't know you're such a dirty girl, L/N." He trailed the knife down her cheek and down her neck, enjoying the way it elicited moans from the woman underneath him. As he neared her collarbone, he glanced up. A mischievous glint in his eye as he finally put some force in movements to cut through her shirt, revealing her breasts in all their glory to him. Adrian stared at the sight like a starving man who had just spotted the last morsel of food on a plate.
Before he had the chance to do anything else, however, the familiar sound of someone unlocking his front door could be heard. Adrian quickly did up the first button of Y/N's cardigan, threw the knife onto the coffee table, and flopped down on her to hide any glimpse of skin from Peacemaker.
It obviously was Chris. Who else had a key? The dead Chase's?
"Vee, what the hell are you doing that is more important than hanging out with -" Chris stopped as he surveyed the scene in front of him. "What are you wearing, dude? Is that a dress?"
"It's a robe."
"What?"
Tugging the mask off to reveal his flushed, sweaty face, Adrian repeated, "A robe. A ghostface robe."
"You two are fucking weird," Chris commented as he leaned forward and plucked the mask from Adrian's hands to examine it further, and then proceeded to throw it over the back of a nearby armchair. "Well, this looks boring. I'd rather slow dance with Bill Cosby than spend time watching you two do... well, whatever that is." Then he gave Adrian one final once over and grinned. "Text me a rating out of ten if you hit that."
Y/N rolled her eyes at Chris's comment while Adrian simply glared daggers at his friend. This definitely was killing his game. Fuck, he didn't even have the mask on anymore. The illusion was broken. Would she even want to go forward with him as just Adrian?
"Peace out, assholes!"
As quickly as he'd arrived, Peacemaker had left them alone again. Adrian tried his best to avoid eye contact with Y/N, which was proving difficult as her eyes seemed glued to him. Shit. Here comes the inevitable repulsion.
"Ade?"
"Hmm...?"
"Hey," she cooed and gently tilted his chin so he would finally face her. "Do you want to stop? We don't have to if you don't want to."
He sighed. "I want to." And he did. He desperately, desperately wanted to continue, to continue and explore every inch of this beautiful woman beneath him. To taste her lips, to feel her softness, to feel her warmth. He wanted everything about this moment. "Do y-you want to?"
"I do." Y/N gave him a bright smile, a genuine one that reached her eyes, making Adrian feel like 'Yeah! This could happen!' so he shot to his feet and went to retrieve the mask. But, she caught his wrist and stopped him in his tracks. "I'd like to see you without that thing on. To see your handsome face. Is that okay?"
Dumbly, he nodded, still trying to wrap his head around what she was saying. Had he been hearing this right? She wanted to see his face? While they fucked? He hadn't fucked someone as Adrian in a really long time. Vigilante was the guy who did all that. The last time Adrian did this as himself was...probably the time he lost his virginity.
She got to her knees on the couch, her kneecaps resting by the edge of the arm of the sofa, to be tall enough to cradle his cheek in her palm and caress it softly. Adrian closed his eyes, savouring every sensation she provided him with. His heart felt as though it was beating double speed, his blood pumping furiously in his veins, his lungs burning for air.
What was happening? Why was he feeling so goddamn good? Did her touch affect him this much? How could it? He'd never experienced love before. Was this how other people felt? Were humans supposed to experience happiness like this? Was he supposed to feel like this, to be overwhelmed by emotions, to want things more often, to crave more and more?
"Was it warm under the mask?" she asked in a quiet, playful whisper.
"Always is."
That made her grin wider and he couldn't help but return it. Her thumb ran slowly over his bottom lip, brushing across the soft skin lightly, teasingly. Adrian let out a light, shaky sigh and opened his eyes.
"Can you kiss me? I'd kiss you, but I can't seem to get the nerve to," he pleaded softly, looking at her shyly, his eyes full of hope.
In spite of all his doubts, she let out a giggle and did as he asked. She cupped her hand around his jaw and started at the mole on his cheekbone, kissing her way down his cheek until she finally reached his lips. And there was no hesitation, not even a single thought, as he reciprocated the kiss, wrapping his arms around her waist firmly while her fingers threaded through his hair.
They parted after a moment, yet Y/N was quickly drawn back in when Adrian's large hand drifted to her ass and pulled her tighter to his body. He deepened the kiss, pressing his lips firmer against hers, his tongue thrusting into her mouth boldly, taking possession of every corner of it greedily.
The longer they kissed, the more intense their kisses became until their lips were swollen and puffy and red. But Adrian found that he didn't care at all. He had never felt so alive; so free. And he knew without a doubt that this was the only woman who could possibly make him feel like this.
"You gonna take your 'dress' off?" she teased, giggling as he nuzzled his face into her neck and bit at her shoulder in response to that comment. "Ouch!" She exclaimed and laughed, trying to push him away, but Adrian wouldn't allow it. He kept hold of her waist, refusing to let go as he pressed his lips to every inch of her neck and shoulders.
When he finally pulled his face away, Adrian could hardly keep himself standing upright as he tugged the ghostface robe over his head and tossed it aside. He'd learnt that it was insufferably hot under there one Halloween and didn't make the same mistake of wearing his t-shirt and jeans underneath again.
Standing there in just his underwear, he suddenly got a little self-conscious and held his hands over the very obvious bulge forming between his legs. Her eyes sparkled with mirth, and she chuckled at the adorable sight before reaching out to take his hands away from his groin and lead them to her hair.
"Keep my hair out of my face, will you?"
Once again, he nodded as if there wasn't a single thought in his head and never had been, and obliged, collecting her hair in a makeshift ponytail. Although, he almost lost all grip on it as soon as she leaned forward to plant a smooch on his clothed cock before pulling away.
"Can I pull your underwear down? They look awfully tight," she whispered huskily, her fingers playing with the waistband of his boxers.
"Uh... yes, yes please. If you want."
"I do want." With that she pulled the fabric down his thighs to reveal his naked, erect cock, waiting eagerly for her touch. "May I?"
"Please."
Gently, Y/N wrapped her hand around him and squeezed, causing him to emit a low groan. Her eyes flickered upwards, meeting his as her tongue darted out to lick the head of his cock. Her touch made him feel like he was falling apart at the seams, but he had to remind himself to remain calm. He needed to stay strong and not cum in two seconds because that's fucking lame.
She'd think he was such a loser if he did that.
Adrian's confidence built as she began running her mouth along his length. He moaned loudly as he gripped her hair in order to ground himself, feeling so dizzy that he thought it might be the alcohol for a brief second. Then her mouth was closing around him, and, yeah, it was definitely the blowjob that was making him lightheaded.
"Oh fuck," he grunted, clenching his teeth tightly so that he wouldn't moan any louder. It would be so embarrassing if she heard him like that!
Wait a minute. Y/N had often told him that she wanted to hear whatever he had to say. Did that extend to whatever noises he'd make too? She had been the one to offer what was happening. Soo... A groan was let loose from his lips to test the waters.
Around his cock, she moaned and took him deeper into her throat. He wasn't a scientist by any means, but that seemed like a clear example of cause and effect. So he repeated the sound, a little louder this time, eliciting another loud moan from her.
This revelation relaxed him about the whole thing. Before he'd been preoccupied with seeming totally normal, and now he could enjoy the fact that a pretty girl was sucking his dick and enjoying it too.
That was all the reason he needed to move his hips and start fucking her mouth faster and harder. His hands bunched up her hair and tangled themselves in it as he praised, "Fuck, you're great. You’re driving me insane, holy shit. I wanna bruise that throat so badly. Can I do that, baby? Please?" He begged desperately, unable to hide the desire in his voice.
"Yes," she breathed heavily, regaining some semblance of composure before she gave it over completely to him.
Soon, he was a babbling mess of words and lustful rants that sounded like, "Take it all… Ahhh… fuck… you’re so beautiful… You always are... on your knees… swallowing my cock down… I'm desperate… so fucking desperate… I need you so bad…" He continued to ramble incoherently, losing control over his thoughts and actions as he let his orgasm roll over him and explode inside her mouth.
He could feel his entire body shudder uncontrollably, his breath short, and his balls tightening up to a point where he was sure they might break. Her hands caressing up and down his thighs were the only thing grounding him and keeping him from toppling over.
Finally, he regained some sense of equilibrium and came to his senses. He looked at Y/N and found her smiling sweetly at him. He couldn't resist the urge to laugh and gently brush away the tears in the corners of her eyes with the pad of his thumbs.
"Sorry, uh, sorry if I was a bit rough. Didn't mean to," he stammered anxiously, embarrassed.
"I liked it."
"Really?"
"Mhm..."
From the TV, a gunshot rang out as Sidney, in her attempt to rescue a bound and gagged Gale and Dewey, fired at Ghostface, and Adrian couldn't help but turn to watch. "The unmasking is just about to happen, this is always my favourite part," he said excitedly and planted his ass back down on the couch, absentmindedly making grabby hands at her until she got the memo.
But before she sat, Y/N removed her clothes to remind him that, yeah, he had chosen to watch Scream 3 (the worst one) instead of continuing their intimate moment, and perched on his thighs, her back resting against his chest.
"Oh hi, hi there," he grinned sheepishly, wrapping an arm around her stomach to pull her closer against his chest and resting his chin on her shoulder. She rolled her eyes playfully and snuggled further into him.
It took no time at all for the skin on skin contact to rile him up once again. She felt his member twitch impatiently against her backside as he rubbed his nose against her neck and shoulder, letting out an involuntary growl as he inhaled sharply.
With very minimal efforts, Adrian pushed Y/N forward a few inches and positioned his cock against her opening, slowly pulling her back down on him. She gasped at the sudden invasion but she adjusted to the sensation.
Yet, he didn't move just yet. He returned his gaze to the screen and tried to pretend that he wasn't literally inside her, which was difficult considering how many dreams he'd had about this moment. He had dreamed of being inside Y/N countless times, but this moment seemed more than perfect. The warmth of her body wrapped snugly around him, the softness of her skin, her intoxicating smell surrounding him; everything about this scene was blissful.
Y/N was squirming and wriggling on top of him, apparently eager for more action. He smiled softly as he moved his hands up and down her waist, rubbing soothing circles against her sides and trying to keep her still so he didn't give in. It was a test of restraint, Adrian thought to himself. His restraint. That didn't mean she couldn't have fun.
Not even his willpower was enough to stop his hand from wandering back down to her clit. His movements were at a leisure pace, there mostly to rile her up rather than give her exactly what she wanted. He wanted her to beg him to give in, to drive her wild.
And then suddenly, the movie was over. Adrian had been looking at the movie, but he hadn't really been watching. Sure, he'd seen it a thousand times before. Roman's the killer. He's Sidney's half-brother. Yadda yadda ya. Sidney stabs him. Bye-bye, Roman. Hello, a proposal by Dewey. Then, the credits roll.
Just as he hoped, she turned to face him and gave him the widest, most beautifully pleading doe eyes she could muster. He swallowed hard, licking his dry lips as he stared deep into her gaze, completely mesmerised by the sight before him.
"You gonna fuck me?" Y/N whined softly, a sultry look on her face that only caused him to tighten his hold on her.
"Is that what you want?"
"Uh-huh."
"Gotta say it out loud."
"Please. I want it now. I need it now. Don't tease me anymore," she pouted, giving him a playful glare as she bit her lower lip. The way she looked at him made his heart race.
He knew it wouldn't take long for him to give in anyway.
"You need me to fuck you, huh, baby?" She nodded eagerly. "Oh, I'll fuck you real good, so good that you'll totally fall in love with me and never want me to leave. Like ever. I promise."
"That's a bold promise."
"I'm a bold guy."
Tonight, he'd been especially bold.
In one swift move, he hoisted her up and dropped her face down onto the pillow, positioning himself behind her. With his knee, he nudged her legs open a little wider and lined himself up with her entrance, but before he eased himself in, he declared, "This isn't going to be a one time thing. If we do this, if you give me this pussy, it's mine. It belongs to me.If we cross this line, you're mine, you realise that?"
A beat. He paused, waiting for her response.
"Yeah," she whispered, looking over her shoulder at him.
"Good answer."
His cock slid inside her, stretching and finding itself home inside of her. She welcomed him fully and let out a gasp. At first it was slow and deliberate. They were both adjusting to each other, getting used to the feeling of finally fucking each other after who knows how long of teasing.
Eventually, as time went on, Adrian's movements became faster, his strokes became heavier and more urgent, his rambling growing sloppier. "Atta girl, holy fuck. We could've been doing this the whole fucking time! Just think of all those nights I spent fantasising about this." He moaned out loud as the sensations began to build up in his gut. "Just think of all those nights I spent imagining you underneath me, panting and begging me to fuck you."
A low rumble escaped his throat as he started moving faster. "God, it feels good. You feel so good." His breathing was heavy, uneven, and laboured. "So tight... so warm... I can't get enough of you."
"Fuck, don't stop moving, please."
"Wouldn't dream of it," he muttered, leaning down and sucking a mark on her neck roughly. He moved up to her ear and whispered, "Do you like feeling my control over you? Tell me. Tell me you like it. Tell me you want my cum. Tell me you need me."
Y/N whimpered, her fingers digging into his shoulders. "Oh my god, yes! I like it. Love it. Want you. Want to come," she breathed out in between grunts and moans.
Adrian pinned her wrists behind back while kissing every inch of exposed flesh along her jawline, tracing the bone tongue and sucking harshly on her skin. She arched into him, her moans becoming louder, needy, and more intense. She was close. So fucking close. And he knew it was only a matter of moments before he would follow. He felt it in his gut. In his loins. In his bones.
"Fuck Adrian! Oh shit."
There it was.
"Oh god… holy fuck… you’re getting tighter… So close, baby. I'm so - Fuck! Can I cum inside you, please? … Fuck, please?" Adrian begged frantically, his voice higher than he'd ever heard before.
"Yes. Yes! Please, babe, please!"
Another couple of thrusts was all it took for him to fall apart, releasing into her with a strangled cry and gripping tightly onto her hips as he came undone. He buried his face in the back of her shoulder and went limp, falling into a sea of giggles and kisses as he held her close in his arms.
"Do you think Harcourt and Peacemaker fuck like rabbits when they're alone?" she asked, craning her neck as far as she could to meet his eyes.
"Definitely! They definitely do!"
He took a glimpse at the mess they made, committed that image to his wank bank, then removed himself from her, muttering, "Gonna get something to clean you up with. You want a drink, too? I'm parched. Yeah, I'll get us a towel and two drinks. Coming right up," as he hopped to his feet and got on with the tasks he set himself. He even added to the list to grab some clothes so she wouldn't get cold.
"For you, my lady," he grinned as he walked back in with the clothes and towels and two cans of Doctor Pepper, setting it all on the table. "Want me to...?"
"I can do it, if you don't! -"
"No, no, I can." He kissed the tip of her nose and got to work cleaning her off.
As he cleaned her up, he noticed the developing bruises on her hips and pressed his lips to them, mumbling against her skin, "Sorry...sorry, I got carried away," and stroking the small marks lightly with his finger.
It was sweet to watch.
"Didn't know you were so cute, Ade," she teased, reaching for a can and taking a sip.
"I'll show you cute." He jumped on top of her, omitting a loud battle cry as he fell, and was quick to press a trail of kisses all over her neck, leaving wet smears of saliva as he went. "I've got a proposition for you."
"Another one?"
Pulling back, he gave her an amused look and found her hand he could easily take hold of, giving it a firm squeeze as he said, "Let me take you out tomorrow? We'll watch four and five right now. I'll get you a huge popcorn and a drink and nachos and whatever you want when we see the new one. How does that sound?"
"A date, huh?"
"What? Do you not - do you not want to... to -"
She interrupted by roughly grabbing the back of his neck and yanking him into a smooch, sealing their lips together forcefully, her tongue plunging in deeply and swirling around his own hungrily. "Yes," she murmured in between the kiss, "I'll go on a date with you."
Now, it wasn't the coolest thing he'd ever done, but Adrian actually did a little dance of joy. He'd never done his famous butt dance horizontally before, and he'd certainly never done it whilst on top of someone, but it made him happy.
"Go put the next movie on, dork."
"On it!"
Obviously, he ran towards the TV to pop the next DVD and almost fell due to the speed at which he banged his knee on the side of the coffee table. That didn't matter.
The only thought that passed through his head was 'Thank fuck for Ghostface.'
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When Night Comes - Eighteen
Summary: Who would win in a staring contest? New York’s resident mob boss and master of the side eye Bucky Barnes or the daycare teacher who really wants to go home and smoke?
pairing: Mob!Vampire!Bucky Barnes x reader
Warnings: cursing, major character death(s) again, Alix is in this one so that's a whole warning in itself, angst, like a lot, enough that I want to give Bucky a big hug now.
Word count: 2.9k
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a/n: AND WE'RE DONE! When Night Comes is finished! I'm so thankful for all of the love and support as usual! I don't have anything lined up next so if anyone has any requests, send them my way! xoxo to all of my lovelies!
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Fear strikes into Y/N’s heart when she sees the people standing in the doorway.
Peggy, Alix, Thor, and Loki file into the room one after another while Luca and Ana Cristina grab ahold of her arms. Their grip prevents her from getting out and running however the thought barely crosses her mind. Y/N knew that even if she did manage to get out of their grasp, any one of the four traitors before her would catch her. Running for her life naked through the house while dripping water would not make for a successful escape so she stays put.
Her anger replaces her fear and the boiling water feels like it has replaced the blood in her body. Whatever hate she felt for Alix increases tenfold with the help of the generational rage that has been stored in her body. She doesn’t even notice that she’s being held down anymore because she’s too focused on Alix, the creator of her nightmares and reason for her life of running. Y/N hadn’t seen this demon of a woman in five years but nothing has changed. She is still tall and lean, her long braids piled on top of her head give her a towering appearance. Her face is still somber and rigid from the years of bad deeds she’s done. She’s duller than before, thanks to the stress of trying to find Y/N but her eyes are what catches Y/N off guard.
They’re gold.
A yellow gold unlike before.
The same yellow gold that a Lycan’s eyes become when they turn.
Against her dull and lifeless face, the contrast is horrifying and gives her an inhumane like mien. That alone is enough to make Y/N break eye contact but she refuses. Even the simple act of breaking eye contact will feel like an act of submission to Alix and that is something that Y/N can not give to her.
“There’s my baby girl,” Alix mocks her as she circles the tub like a predator stalking its prey.
“What are you doing here?” she asks Alix.
“Use your brain. What do YOU think I’m doing here?”
Y/N doesn’t answer right away.
“Cat got your tongue? I’ll just tell you,” Alix says as she keeps circling Y/N, “Your little witch friends agreed to help me kill Bucky in exchange for you.”
“What do you mean in exchange for me?”
“They get to keep you since apparently you’re some important doppelgänger. I quit listening after a while.”
“I thought you wanted me for yourself.”
Alix shrugs, “I did but then I found you that caught feelings for that Strigoi bastard so now I could care less what happens to you.”
Y/N chooses not to answer and when Alix is behind her again, she turns her angry eyes to Peggy who is not shy in her joy. A smirk is painted across her face and it sends a dagger right into Y/N’s heart.
Y/N leans forward enough to make sure that Peggy knows that she is the object of her words and spits out, “How could you? After everything that Bucky has done for you, for Steve, for your son. How could you betray him like this?”
Peggy’s smirk falters at the mention of her son, “That man has done nothing but cause my family pain. He’s made Steve his servant, murdered my best friend, and put my son in harm’s way too many times to count.”
“You are to blame for my murder.”
A gust of wind causes the candle’s flames to flicker and a pressure fills the room, making it feel tight and cramped.
“You were the one who was supposed to protect me and you didn’t,” Y/N says but there’s a hollow look in her eye, “You were supposed to go with me that day but you were too busy sleeping with Dorian Wright to come and that’s why I’m dead. If you had just left Steve like you told Dorian you would then I would still be alive.”
Ana Cristina and Luca glance at each other but neither make a move. The gust of wind had been anything but normal and the two witches fear for the outcome.
“They were after you that day, not me but you know that.”
Peggy’s eyes open wide in fear and she stumbles backward but Y/N doesn’t stop, “You used the fact that the Wright gang had tried to kill me in the past as an explanation for my death as a way to cover up your affair. You used the curse that my husband sold his soul for to cover up your affair and now you’re trying to fix your mistake via the worst plan I have ever seen. How exactly does siding with the great granddaughter of your paramour and my murderer achieve what you want?.”
Peggy goes to defend herself but Y/N will not have it and interrupts her, “How does this plan make any sense, Margaret? It most certainly won’t free you from your guilt nor will it end well for you. If it’s freedom that you’re after, THIS will end with you running for the rest of your miserable life and facing that eternity completely alone. Steve will not forgive you, your son will not remember you, Bucky will not rest until you have paid for your betrayal, and I will let you forget what you did.”
Y/N slumps forward, breathing raggedly like she had run for miles and silent tears stream down Peggy’s face. Alix, Thor, and Loki to each other for answers but none can produce one.
“What the fuck was that?” Alix demands Ana Cristina and Luca.
The two bring Y/N to rest against the back of the tub and exchange silent words through glances. Ana Cristina provides an answer, “It appears that Celeste used Y/N as a mouthpiece.”
“Ghosts can do that?”
“Celeste is not a ghost, she is a spirit and yes when a witch with enough power dies, they can sometimes use that power to communicate with the living or,” she looks to Peggy, “to those who are neither living nor dead.”
“Is she going to do it again?”
Ana Cristina dips her head to look at Y/N’s face, “no. Y/N is not strong enough for that. Celeste won’t risk killing her doppelgänger and angering her coven even more to get revenge on Peggy.”
“Can we hurry along with the spell? I don’t want to give her a chance to try,” Peggy mumbles as she wipes away at the tears and straightens her back.
Ana Cristina and Luca nod before gesturing to the other two men to come forward. Thor and Loki take their place next to the tub but Y/N grips onto the cook’s arm.
“Please don’t do this. Please…” Y/N begs her, “Please, don’t let them hurt me.”
Ana Cristina puts her hand on top of Y/N’s, “It won’t kill you, I promise.”
With that she tears Y/N’s hand away and allows Loki to take her place. All trust that Y/N had placed in her or Luca shatters and spills out of her eyes as tears race down her face. She begins to sob and thrash against the men’s grip, pleading with them to let her go and to not hurt her. Ana Cristina tells Alix to join her at the table and starts to go over her portion of the spell.
Peggy stays pressed against the wall, still reeling over what Celestse had said to her. Any and all emotions are racing through her as she tries to process it all but one thought sticks out; if Celeste could use Y/N to say all of that, what else could she do?
The answer of what else can Celeste do comes in the form of a vision to Bucky.
On their way back from dropping Natasha and Wyatt off in town, Bucky lets out a howl of agony and Steve slams on the breaks of the car.
“What was that for?” he asks as he starts to drive again, “Are you okay?”
Bucky takes deep breaths to manage the head splitting pain, “There’s something wrong.”
“I gathered that.”
“No there’s something wrong with Y/N. I think….I think Alix is at the estate.”
Just as Steve goes to speak, he sees Yelena usher a wounded Juliette into her car.
“You’re right. Something is very wrong.”
Bucky nods as he grimaces and looks up to see the same thing. Steve is already calling Yelena and has confirmation of the worst.
“Yelena said that Alix is at the estate but Y/N is safe because Ana Cristina and Luca are there,” he tells Bucky.
“That means absolutely nothing to me because we’re not there. What I want to know is why the fuck Yelena knows that.”
“She said it was a long story but that we need to get back as soon as we can.”
“Bull fucking shit it’s a long story,” Bucky sneers and rips Steve’s phone from his hands, redialing Yelena’s number, “What the fuck is going on and why do you have Juliette with you?”
“Let go of me,” Y/N howls at Loki and Thor as she uses any strength she has left to rip herself away from them, “Let fucking go of me!”
“Take her out and sit her in front of me,” Ana Cristina tells the two men who do as she says.
The entire time they are lifting her, Y/N is kicking and fighting them until she manages to kick Thor in the chest. Having the wind knocked out of him, he drops her and Loki does the same in efforts to check on his brother. She makes a run for it and makes it to the stairs but Alix is quicker and looms above her, blocking any chance to get past her.
“Silly girl,” she mocks her once again as she grips her tight enough by the arm to leave bruises. Y/N tries her hand at fighting again and when Alix turns to chide her, she spits in her face. Alix freezes and slowly takes a deep breath. The hand leaves her arm and threads into her hair as Alix yanks her down the hall by it.
“I forgot how fucking stupid you are when you’re mad,” she mumbles as she drags Y/N back to the group.
“Be a good girl for once and stop fighting,” she snaps before throwing Y/N to the ground at Ana Cristina’s feet. Thor and Loki stare at her in disgust while Peggy refuses to acknowledge her. Luca doesn’t meet her stare and keeps his head bowed as Ana Cristina bends down to Y/N’s level.
In her hand she has a bowl with a red paste in it and she dips her fingers in it to draw on Y/N’s skin. She’s singing under her breath as she starts the process of tying their lives to each other but doesn’t speak to the doppelgänger otherwise, treating her as though she is just the doppelgänger and not someone who’s come to care for.
“Please,” Y/N whispers to her as she shivers and tries to hide herself from everyone around her, “Please don’t do this.”
Ana Cristina makes eye contact for a moment but breaks it and continues to sing while adorning her with paste markings. Luca hands her various other things needed for the spell; herbs, jewelry, and other pastes. They are finally complete in their decorating when a metal headdress that is dripping with chains, jewels, and coins is placed on Y/N’s head. Her naked body is covered in runes similar to those that Bucky wears and she smells of the earth thanks to the burned bundles of herbs.
Luca helps her to her feet albeit both reluctantly and he squeezes her hands. She glares at him and pulls her hands away, hoping that the cold shoulder will hurt him as his betrayal has hurt her. Ana Cristina steps in front of her, takes Y/N’s hand, and begins to sing even louder with Luca joining in. A similar gust of wind to before causes the candle flames to flicker and the brothers join in on the singing. The candles got completely out and Y/N let out a loud gasp.
The candles burst back to life and the runes on her body are glowing a bright red as another voice uses her body to sing along. Alix shifts uncomfortably next to Peggy as the voice grows louder and louder until it stops.
The witches collapse onto the ground, leaving Y/N to stand on her own as the glowing runes start to dim. She opens her eyes which are a flaming red and fixes them on the two women before her. The voice from before speaks to them.
“Alix Wright,” it says as Y/N walks towards them, stepping over the bodies around, “Your family is disappointed in you. All that you have done in the Wright name has been for your own gain. You have forsaken your sacred oath to serve and protect Lycan. You’ve chosen a human over your siblings and now those who you brought with you are dead. Their blood is on your hands, how do you plead?”
Alix looks wildly between Peggy and Y/N, fear fresh in her yellow eyes.
“You’ve sanctioned the murder of your siblings and now you must be held accountable, how do you plead?” the voice asks again.
“How am I supposed to have been killed?” Alix asks, anger replacing her fear as she tries to square up to her.
Y/N rolls her flaming eyes and utters Alix’s death sentence, “You are guilty. Lumină pe foc.”
Fire spills from Y/N’s body and races across the ground towards Alix, licking up and consuming her whole. Peggys lets out a scream and jumps away from a burning Alix. She tries to run towards the stairs but Bucky, Steve, Yelena, and Juliette block her way. Bucky grabs her by the throat and throws her against the wall next to them.
“What the fuck did you do?” he growls at her as the others flock to those who are still laying on the floor.
“She attempted to usurp your position and cover up her betrayal by taking the side of your enemy,” Y/N answers for her.
Bucky turns to look at her and meets her stare with shock. He recognizes the voice of Celeste but the woman standing there does not look like her nor Y/N. Covered in ritualistic runes and jewelry, she reminds him more of the witches that his father warned him of and the waves of childhood fright he instilled into him come crashing back.
“She is guilty of treachery, murder, and infidelity. How do you plead, Margaret Carter Rogers?”
With Ana Cristina in his arms, Steve yells, “Not guilty! She’s not guilty.”
Peggy takes her chance and breaks Bucky’s arm before sprinting to her husband’s side. Bucky lets out a howl of rage and pain as he resets his arm.
Steve looks to his wife and pleads with her to say she’s not guilty but she just offers him a sad look and kisses his forehead.
“I plead guilty.”
Y/N smiles, “So be it. Binecuvântează-ți trupul, Strogori.”
As soon as the words leave her mouth, Y/N goes rigid and collapses on the ground while Peggy begins to choke. Bucky rushes to Y/N, cradling her burning up body in his arms and whispering words of reassurance to her. Steve, on the other hand, goes to do the same to his wife but hisses in pain when he touches her. Peggy wails and sobs in pain as her skin begins to sizzle and crosses appear in the places where her skin is unmarred. He looks to Y/N in horror and back to his wife.
“What did she do? Make it stop, make it stop, make it stop!” he shouts and his despair awakes Ana Cristina.
She groans and shifts in Steve’s lap which draws his attention back to her. He begs her to help Peggy but she explains that she can’t. There is no way to stop the blessing process once it’s started. His horror grows even more as Peggy’s cries grow quiet until there is nothing.
Thor and Loki slowly sit up as Ana Cristina drags Luca closer to her. Bucky is holding Y/N against himself while Yelena and Juliette stay huddled by the doorway. Peggy’s and Alix’s bodies lay motionless as Steve stares distantly at them.
All is still and peaceful in the room. The only sounds that can be heard are the shallow breaths of those awaking and Bucky’s whispers.
“I love you, Y/N. I have always loved you and I always will. Te iubesc, T/N. Te-am iubit mereu și o voi face mereu. Mereu și întotdeauna.”
Mereu și întotdeauna.
Always and forever.
Always and forever means endless nights and long days for people like Y/N and Bucky. It’s a promise of love everywhere and in everything. As her breathing remains shallow and his whispers become a song, their new love does not fade but grows for it’s the only thing it can do. It’s fitting isn’t it?
His lost love coming back to him years later only for her to then suffer at his hands the same way she had before. The cycle will continue.
Always and forever
as it means in
this life
or
the next.
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Top 5 Jon Kent Headcanons
@paladin-of-nerd-fandom65
1. Has a big phobia about peacock birds. It used to be severe for him when he was really little and would used to see them walking around the Zoo, because he would start screaming and crying while trying to run away, forcing both Clark and Lois to have to keep a good hold on him in their arms as a way to stop him until they were quickly away from the bird. Now in his current tween age, he can handle it at least a bit more better than before, but still panics internally around them and has to have a good grip on his parents hands until they finally walk away to another section
2. He loves Sunflowers a lot. Chris, who usually loves tending to the garden more than others during chore work, due to having a green thumb for it, knows this fact about his brother very well, so he's the one who thoughtfully makes sure to plant them all the time while also working on the other ones, just so that Jon can always enjoy seeing and having them around the house once they're finally grown. Once Jon found out about this, he stayed always appreciating it so much. He also picks out the sunflowers from the garden sometimes to keep them in a handmade vase from school in his room
3. He's very ticklish on his neck
4. He's very good at writing stories and many other things, thanks to his parents being great professionals in this kind of work and teaching him lots of useful things about it very well, but unlike both of them, Jon actually hates writing and gets stressed out and upset whenever he has to do homework that requires so much of it. Because of this, he also doesn't want to become a reporter or an employed writer at the Daily Planet at all either. His true passion is science and when he becomes an adult one day, he happily succeeds in getting a very great career in that field as a well educated scientist after graduating Metropolis University
5. He goes through a very strange stage of puberty at 15 years old, due to being half Kryptonian. His ears would literally turn blue, forcing him to have to wear headphones over them when in public or a beanie while at school, he would at worst times get itches on his soles, underarms, and stomach, which usually created very awkward moments for him whenever he had to desperately scratch them in front of others who weren't his family and friends, he would get purple circles all over both arms that gad to be hidden by hoodies and long sleeve shirts, and his neck would also grow pink hairs that would shed off, grow, shed off, grow, and repeat everytime, making him have to wear one of Lois' scarfs to cover it up.
The only thing he would get that was similar to the human experience of puberty were zits on obvious parts of his face, except they were a bit more bigger than normal ones, which would result in him receiving annoying mean comments from bullies at school. He got so fed up with it one day, that he decided to finally pop them, but then Kara had to stop him, since she knew from experience that a Kryptonian zit is the type to ruin a whole room with all the large puss it has stored inside of it. She later made him a special meal that came from an old traditional Kryptonian recipe that she knows very well, promising him that it would help to calm all the symptoms down
They both enjoyed it and shared it with the rest of the family too. During that, everyone shared their own embarrassing times during Kryptonian puberty (even Lois as well, despite being human) with Jon, which helped to make him feel so much more better about his entire situation that day. And later, his symptoms began to calm down just like Kara said they would, which also made his day even more to see happening
After that, Kara shared the recipe with Jon for that special Kryptonian meal, so that he can continued eating it to keep making things easier for himself during all of this and once five months went by, everything finally went away and he was able to back to being his normal, happy self again
Thanks for the ask, buddy!!
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Western Love
Kyojuro Rengoku x Western Reader
Lil sneak peak of a WIP…
This was a terrible week. You knew you should’ve listened to your mother and put away the pigs but of course you had forgotten and they had escaped in the storm leaving your family to chase them all down. The mud after the storm made everything more messy and the cleanup process of the barn was already severe.
So here you were in the middle of your small town bakery looking for a dessert to bring home as an apology for your mistakes.
“Hello young Tanjiro.” You greet the young boy who helped run the bakery.
“Hello Miss l/n! What can I help you with today?” You smile at the boys eagerness. He was always so helpful. You glance at the pastries and sweets in the display and eventually spot a chocolate cake covered with strawberries.
“Hmm how about this one? And can I get a few cupcakes like it as well?” The young boy quickly writes down your order and goes to the back of the store to the kitchen to put your order together.
“Well hello sunshine. Is this the town that’s been having disappearances?” A loud voice booms from behind you and startled you turn around.
It’s come from a man who’s tall and bright hair that resembles a flame. His eyebrows big and eyes wide. Overall you have to admit he is good looking. Clearly not from around here as his clothing was black and covering with sandals and a cape.
“New to town?” You ask.
“That obvious?” He chuckles stepping further into the store.
“Around these parts we wear denim and boots so you stick out like a sore thumb.” You point out. “You asked if there were disappearances though so you do have some knowledge of this town.”
The disappearances were odd. And to be quite frank some weren’t even disappearances they were straight up murders. Most blamed it on wild coyotes or horses trampling someone but those kinds of animals can’t do what this town has seen.
“I’m here to kill the demons causing it.” He states still with a smile spread across his face.
“Well I’m sorry sir but there’s no such things as demons but if your referencing to a person then that seems plausible.”
Tanjiro comes out from the back of the back and finishes ringing you up. You go to pay but the man intercepted paying with his money instead.
“Oh sir-“ You begin.
“Kyojuro Rengoku. Sorry for not introducing myself earlier. I don’t expect you to believe me about the demons but I will stop these disappearances. I must ask you though can you please tell everyone to remain in their homes tonight? It will be the safest.” He’s kind and gracious you think. It’s so obvious he isn’t around here as he doesn’t know what goes down at night.
“I’m sorry then Rengoku. I would love to help. Trust me I want these killings to stop just like the next but unfortunately nothing I can say will keep people in their homes tonight. Today is Friday and Friday nights are for the rodeo and line dancing. Everyone in the whole town will be there.” You tried explaining.
He frowns but then his expression light up.
“That’s great actually. It will be easier to find the demon if everyone is in one place. And you are going to this rodeo tonight miss…?”
“Oh yes my name is Y/N L/N. Yes I’ll be there tonight.”
“Well then Miss L/N. I will see you tonight.”
“Oh and Rengoku. Don’t wear that.” You smirk as you walk out the bakery heading back to your farm.
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