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cryptidghostgirl · 3 months

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Make You Wish Chapter Four -- Vox

Pairing: Alastor x Reader

Warnings: I don't think there are any for this chapter? Correct me if I am wrong.

Word Count: 1,225

Previous Part: Chapter Three -- A Reunion

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A/N I wasn't planning on posting this until tomorrow, but it seems to have some rather excited fans so here is chapter four (and the fourth thing I'm publishing today. We're very done for the day. I am tried and have actual work to do.) Also guys, I'm screaming. I accidentally deleted the whole things right before I was gonna post it. Thankfully I had a draft from when it was almost done save but like, god that sucked.

On the screen was Vox, seated behind a desk.

"Top of the hour and we're discussing a certain has-been how has been spotted cavorting around town after a seven year absence." Vox was saying, a poorly drawn image of Alastor displayed on the screen to his left.

Y/n saw Alastor's ear twitch with irritation.

"Yeah." she sighed, folding her arms across her chest, "Vox has gone kinda crazy since you left. I told you, things got tough."

"Did anybody miss him? Did anybody notice? More on tonight's program." Vox said through the TV, shuffling a stack of papers.

Alastor changed the channel with another flick of his finger.

"Hun, don't worry yourself with it." Y/n advised, "He's still gonna be there tomorrow."

The new channel showed a talk-show set up, Vox-2-Nite, where Vox was both host and guest.

"So, the old Radio Demon is back in town." host Vox was saying to himself as guest.

"Why is he hanging around?" guest Vox asked, taking a sip from a mug that had 'fuck Alastor' written on the side.

"Al." Y/n warned, sensing her friends irritation growing.

"What does that mean for your family?" Host Vox asked before Alastor changed the channel again.

Vox was on the screen again, before a bright red curtain.

"Well, handily, I've got good news." he was saying theatrically, "He's a loser, a fossil, and I don't mean to sound hostel-"

Alastor changed the channel again. This time to one of Vox's mega church broadcasts. Vox stood in the center of the screen wearing a pope's hat with an inverted cross on it.

"But the demon is a coward!" he announced, his words matching the previous channels sentiments perfectly.

"Jesus, V." Y/n asked, eyes wide, "How many channels are you running this on?"

"You can take that as gospel. Pulling my viewers? Impossible. I'm visual, he's barely audible."

"Y/n." Alastor hummed, his eyes still fixed on the screen.

"Yeah?"

"You wont mind if I handle this quickly. We can have our little chat after, I promise. It wont take more than a moment."

"I don't know, Al..." Y/n sighed, crossing her arms and tapping her foot slightly, "This isn't good for you, letting him get under your skin like this."

Alastor changed the channel again. A cooking show appeared and Vox was standing before the oven, singing along to the music playing in the background.

"But he should've stayed away! While he hid in radio, we pivoted to video!"

Vox on screen turned to the oven as he sang, opening it and pulling out a deer's head on a plate. Y/n bristled at the site, her horns growing just the tiniest bit longer, her teeth just the smallest bit sharper.

"And now his medium is getting bloody rare!"

"Al?" Y/n asked sharply.

"Yes, darling?"

"I lied." Y/n turned to face him, "He took this shit musical. Rip him a new one."

"Oh!" Millie exclaimed, excitedly grabbing onto Moxxie's arm, "We're gonna get a show!"

Alastor's grin widened at Y/n's words, if that was even possible. He stuck his hand out to the side, his microphone materializing in his grasp.

"Lucky for me, I've got the best voice this side of the divide on my side." he noted, shooting Y/n a look.

Her eyes flashed red.

"You flatter me."

Alastor brought his microphone to his mouth, suddenly exceedingly calm. The imps present in the room watched in shock as his ears flattened along his head.

"Salutations, good to be back on the air!" he announced into the device, "Yes I know it's been a while since someone with style treated hell to a broadcast. Sinners rejoice!"

Vox's brow furrowed on the TV screen as he inched up close to the camera.

"What a dated voice." Vox shot back, clearly listening to Alastor's broadcast on the set of his cooking show.

"Instead of a clout chasing, mediocre, video podcast." Alastor continued, not showing any sign he had noticed the TV demon's insult, "Is Vox insecure, pursuing allure? Flitting between this fad and that, is nothing working?"

"Ignore his chirping!" Vox commanded from the TV.

Y/n laughed and, turning to face Alastor, realized the man held a hand out to her. With a smile, she took it and he spun her into his arms as he spoke. The music echoed through the office as Alastor raised the volume on the TV once again.

"Every day he's got a new format."

Alastor spun Y/n back out again as the pair began dancing.

"You're looking at the future!" Vox yelled back, "He's the shit that comes before that!"

As Alastor spun Y/n back into his arms, she laid one of her hands on top of his holding the microphone and pulled it closer to her face.

"Is Vox as strong as he purports, or is it based on his support?" she sang in a clear voice, Blitzo, Millie, and Moxxie's eyes widening with recognition at the sound, "He'd be powerless without the other Vees."

"That's true!" Alastor noted, pulling the microphone back to himself as Y/n let go of his hand and he spun her back out again.

"It can't be..." Moxxie muttered under his breath.

"Holy shit!" Millie cut him off, excitement creeping into her voice, "There's no way, Y/n is the guest star?"

"The fuck are you two talking about?" Blitzo asked, turning to Millie and Moxxie as they watched the couple continue to dance.

"Well, Sir," Moxxie began, fiddling with the cuffs of his jacket, "back before the Radio Demon went missing, he used to bring guests onto the show on occasion. There was one guest he never named during his broadcasts however. She mostly just sang songs and chatted with him but, she sounded an awful lot like Y/n did just now."

"You don't say." Blitzo hummed, his arms crossed as he turned back to Y/n and Alastor, "So much for little miss 'oh, my life has been so boring. You'd probably just fall asleep if I started talking about it!' She is so gonna get it later."

Alastor let go of Y/n's hand and leaned into the microphone, beginning to sing as well, using the music emanating from the TV as a base.

"And here's the sugar on the cream: he asked me to join his team!"

"Hold on!" Vox yelled.

"I said no and now he's pissy, that's the tea!" Alastor finished, ignoring the demon once again.

"You old timey prick!" Vox exclaimed, his face glitching slightly as Y/n wandered back over to Alastor.

She leaned an elbow on his shoulder, tilting her head to the side in amusement as they watched Vox struggle.

"I'll show you suffering!"

"Aww, the TV is buffering." Y/n said, leaning into the microphone, her voice dripping with sickly sweet pity.

"I'll destroy yoo-o-u-u" Vox exclaimed as his technical difficulties seemed to grow worse.

Alastor and Y/n exchanged a wicked pair of smiles as the TV flickered out. Shadows crept from the edges of the room, encircling their feet. Alastor held an arm out to Y/n once again which she took with a smile. In a flash of darkness, they were gone.

"What the fuck was that?" Loona asked, stalking into the room.

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Next Part -> Chapter Five -- The Conversation

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c-nstantine · 6 months

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"Oh, my God, my parents are swingers!"

Description: Dick finds out about his parents extra-marital activities

Word Count: 0.7k

Warnings: Hella references to sex and threesomes, foursomes, extramarital activities, Y/N is bi, Bruce is bi

The manor was supposed to be empty. Tim and Duke were at some gaming convention and Cass decided to tag along. Damian was staying with the Kents for the weekend. Dick was meant to be home in Bludhaven and Jason was out with the Outlaws. Little Thomas and the twins were with Y/N's parents. Alfred took this as an opportunity to see an exhibit that he wanted to see and took the weekend off. Y/N and Bruce wouldn't've had Selina over if anyone was coming over, and they sure as hell wouldn't have let her in their bed if they knew Dick had forgotten his keys.

"Selina?" Dick asked, noticing that Selina was in the kitchen. She just wanted a cup of coffee after the night that Bruce and Y/N had put her through. She wasn't exactly dressed for company and wrapped one of Y/N's silk robes around herself tighter.

"Hey, Dick," She tried to say as not awkwardly as possible. It's not like she just had sex with his parents or anything.

"Why are you here? Where your clothes at? Is Bruce cheating?" Dick asked questions one after another. He wasn't very sure what was going on but he was sure he didn't like it.

"Um-" Selina was a bit too discombobulated to answer but the hickies on her neck weren't helping the case.

"Dick, what are you doing here?" Bruce said walking into the kitchen with only his boxers. He got Selina her cup of coffee but when he turned to grab the mug from the cabinet, Dick gasped from the marks on Bruce's back. Bruce had a lot of scars from his time as Batman but these were fresh and looked more like nail scratches than injuries.

"You're cheating on mom?" Dick asked waving a finger at his adoptive father.

"No, I'm not cheating on your mother. Do you think I'm dumb?" Bruce spoke with wide eyes. He couldn't dream of his life without Y/N and he knew for a fact if he ever thought about cheating, Y/N might cut his dick off but in a loving way.

"Oh, hey Dick, How's my eldest boy?" Y/N said coming around the corner in a silk nightie. Dick was confused and none of this was making sense to him in the moment.

"Mom?" Dick called out, bracing himself against the counter.

"Yeah, Dick," Y/N responded handing, Selina cream, and sugar. Selina simply thanked her with a kiss on the cheek.

"Why are none of you properly dressed?" Dick asked with his face burning a bright red.

"See Dick when two people like each other very much and they want to share that love," Y/N tried to break it down for Dick as if he was a small child.

"Oh my God, you guys are swingers. My parents are swingers," Dick rubbed his hands through his hair. He felt sweaty for some reason like his parents caught him having sex instead of the other way around.

"We're not swingers. We just enjoy extra company on occasion," Y/N tried to justify and she was probably doing a terrible job at it.

"Yeah, Dick. It's not always me," Selina spoke softly after drinking her coffee. Y/N lightly slapped her thigh and Selina simply smirked at her.

"Selina, you are not helping right now," Bruce grumbled into his hands before walking around the kitchen to find bread before toast. There were only two things Bruce could make by himself, coffee and toast.

"What do you mean by that? What does she mean by that?" Dick regretted the question as soon as it left his mouth.

"Dick, sometimes your father and I have extra-marital affairs but together. What Selina meant is that we sometimes have relations with Oliver and Dinah, or Diana, or Hal Jordan, or Clark and Lois, etc," Y/N listed out a few too many names and Dick internally gagged. At this point, he just wanted to find his keys and leave.

"That's the definition of swingers. I'm gonna leave now and pretend I never heard any of this," Dick said grabbing his keys. Selina waited until she heard the large door slam before speaking again.

"So, round four?" Selina asked while hopping on the counter and removing the robe. Bruce and Y/N made eye contact before moving towards the woman in between them and it was that day that Dick learned not to show up unannounced if he could avoid it.

#x black!reader #black!reader #x black reader #black reader #bruce wayne x black!reader #bruce wayne #bruce wayne x reader #black!batmom #dick grayson x reader #bruce x reader #bruce x black!batmom #bruce x black!reader #bruce x black reader #selina kyle #selina kyle x reader

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ynbabe · 6 months

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Fake texts au- pt.5 bffs with the rookies+ Arthur's probléme

So this one is a little more text than messages but I didn't know how else to it so... ENJOY!

and as always do let me know if yall liked it!!

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"Mate who is texting you that much ?" My brother asked incredulously, smirking down at me from where I was sitting down at the foot of his driver room bed, sprite still in hand.

"Hmm no one" I said but he snatched my phone from my hands, making me jump up and climb on his back to try and get my phone back.

"oooh Arthurs got a girlfriend" he teased trying to shake me off his back.

"Pute Charles, give me my phone!" I tried but he was stronger than me, "I'M TELLING ENZO!"

"Well I'm telling Enzo too 'cause 'I miss you, baby'" he read out Y/n's message, oh my god, why was she like this? "ooooh 'I love you' She loves you, Arthur!" I finally took the phone away from my brother.

"Who's Mon Probléme ?" he asked, why can't he just stay in his own business.

"It's Y/n-" his eyes widened,

"The one who cried when she met Max?" "Yes, her." "The one you said claimed a cell phone tower on a bet?" "Yup" "who-" "OH MY GOD YES CHARLES THAT Y/N THATS WHY SHE'S SAVED AS MON PROBLÉME."

"Your problem huh," he teased, raising his brows.

"oh my god please shut up" I tried defending myself and texted her but her texts back didn't help at all as I walked past my brother to finally leave the track after a long day and he looked over my shoulder to see the onslaught of couple-y messages.

"Charlie, are we leaving today or ?" "yeah yeah, honey, don't worry."

I couldn't help but roll my eyes, "oh and I promised to drop her off, so just pull by the car park and we can pick her up."

"Merde Arthur, you just left your friend alone? In a car park? Maman raised you better than this."

"She said she was waiting on someone after we got McDonalds."

"You got McDonald's! Man, even I wanted some!" my brother complained as we walked to his car.

"Join us next time, it's my turn to pay anyways," I smiled at him as I called Y/n to ask where exactly she was but I didn't receive an answer.

"How are you so stingy, Arth- hey are you okay?" he looked at me with concern as he pulled out of his parking space.

"I don't know, she isn't picking up her phone." "Maybe her phone died?" "Most likely, she never charges it."

As we were driving, we saw someone heated on a call, we were about to pass them but I realised in the last moment that it was Y/n, I told Charles to stop the car and he pulled over to where she was standing.

As soon as she saw me through the cars' window, she cut the car and smiled and waved to us, getting into the back seat.

"Hi! Thanks for picking me up, Princie-" I felt my face warm up as Charles stared straight at me, oh he was going to have the time of his life after y/n left, "Oh and thank you, Charles, it's nice meeting you!"

"Nice to meet you too, Y/n, where do i need to drop you?" She smiled and gave him the address, "I'm staying at a friends place, much cheaper than a hotel."

His brother smiled at his friend and focused on the road but I looked back and saw her texting.

"I thought your phone was dead?" I asked making her look up from whomever she was texting.

"Yeah, it is, this is just another number,"

"oookay, we're here, Goodnight, Y/n."

"Thank you Charles, Night Princie!" I smiled at her as she walked into the apartment complex and pulled out my own phone Charles began to drive away.

"So.... Princie huh?"

"non Charles!" I yelled at him, throwing some tissue paper that was in the car forever.

"Okay. okay," he laughed, focusing on the road again.

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the-kr8tor · 8 months

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Can I request Hobie Brown to react to his shy gn crush accidentally sitting on his lap for your fluffy Friday?

Adorable! Thank you for requesting! ❤️

Pairing: Hobie Brown x gn! Reader/ Spider-Punk x gn! Reader

Tags: No use of Y/N, no specific physical description of the reader, cw food mentions, love struck Hobie, spiderperson! Reader, FLUFF

It's Fluffy Friday! (For real this time lol)

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You're talking excitedly with Gwen, food tray in your hands, the Miguel burger sways slightly as you bounce on your feet. The can of soda clinks against the plastic tray.

"Oh! You should absolutely not skip season four even if it's dog shit." Walking backwards to face Gwen, she listens intently to your rambling. "How else are you gonna get the references they throw at you in later seasons?" You say with a cheery smile.

"Are you sure? You literally said it was shit" Gwen raises a brow questioningly.

"Duh! So you can compare how shitty it is to season 5" you turn harshly around, not looking where you're going.

"Shit! Watch out!—" Gwen tries to stop you, but it's too late. You hit a bystander waiting for their meal. You're one of the rare spider people who wasn't gifted with enhanced senses. Cursing at your crappy luck.

Your tray hits the poor guy who was unfortunate enough to be in your way. Pasta lands harshly on their red suit, coating it in bright yellow. The bun from the burger sticks to the spandex, replacing the spider logo to Miguel's mask design.

You crane your neck to apologize to the unusually tall Spider-Man, staring in horror at his scaly face, rows of sharp teeth bearing down at you as he growls angrily. His large shadow looms over you. The tray clunks loudly on the tiled floor, acting as a death bell for you.

"I'm so sorry!" You say weakly, trembling in your suit.

The T-rex steps towards you, footsteps rumbling like little earthquakes. You instinctively walk back, eyes trained on the dinosaur, ready to swing away in case he snaps his jaws at you.

"I'm sorry! I'll get it dry cleaned, please don't eat me–" something hits the back of your knees making you fall on something sturdy. "Oof" you let out, Your back hits someone's chest, strong hands over your waist, steadying you. Craning your neck to the left, you're face to face with someone familiar.

"Falling for me now huh, lovey?" Hobie's fave is mere inches away from yours, brown eyes staring at your flustered face.

"I-uh..hmm?" You could only manage to make noise, noticing how warm his palms are against the spandex of your suit.

Hobie smirks at your reaction, turning his head to address the T-rex that's been hunting you. "Hey big man, they said sorry already. We're on the same team, yeah?"

Spider-Rex huffs out, air coming out of his nose. He drops his head down to your height, you cling tighter on Hobie's torso, much to his satisfaction.

The dinosaur nudges your legs with his snout, as if to say: you owe me dry cleaning.

"Just send me the bill" you chuckle nervously.

Spider-rex huffs one more time, hot air hitting you and Hobie, you try to hide your face on his chest, not caring if the pins on his vest poke your skin. Hobie holds the side of your face, shielding you, his head lays on your temple, piercing cold on your skin.

"Alright! They got it!" Gwen steps in between you and your scaly friend, hands on her hips.

Spider-rex finally leaves, the floor shaking as he moves. Gwen clicks her tongue, tapping her foot in annoyance.

"Fuck, you okay?" Hobie ducks his head to meet your gaze. Fingers fixing your unruly brows that must've ruffled it when the dinosaur huffed and puffed. "He's all bark and no bite. Don't worry he doesn't eat fellow spider-people, usually" he says softly while he rubs your arms comfortably.

"Usually?" You ask in a small voice, slowly realizing you're sitting on his lap. Quite comfortably if you dare add.

He chuckles, "You planning on staying here? I don't mind" Hobie plays it off as he pokes your side.

"Right, sorry" practically jumping off his lap, feet landing back on solid ground, your shyness taking over. "Was I crushing you?" You ask softly.

"Nah," he reassures you. "Come sit down with me" Hobie scooches over, giving you space to sit right next to him.

Gwen drops her tray on the table, clicking her tongue. "I'll get something for you to eat, okay" she pats your shoulder. You nod appreciatively. "Play nice, Hobie" Gwen points an accusing finger at Hobie. "Be right back"

"I'm always nice, Gwendy" He raises his hands in surrender. Hobie notices your apprehension, he gestures for you to sit down across from him this time, as to not make you uncomfortable.

You bravely choose the seat next to him, surprising you both. He smiles when you slide next to him. Your spine is unnaturally straight, muscle tensed. Bashfulness at the forefront.

Hobie wants you to relax so he decides to wordlessly offer you his tray of food. "Wanna share mine?"

A soft smile curls around your lips, affection blooming in your chest. "You sure?"

"Yeah, only if it's with you" Hobie's eyes are soft, gazing at you longingly.

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catsfor2 · 1 year

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hit me, part 2

wc: 2.5k, largely unedited warnings: swearing/language, talk of homophobia, physical injury a/n: omg hey. this part takes place directly after part 1. things are starting to happen...!also idk shit about shit so don't come at me for the medical stuff if its wrong :) tags: @elliewilliamsmunch@intrnetdoll@me-and-your-husbandur-husband@3zae-zae3@milahnoz@elliescumm@dragonasflowercrown

part 1

part 1.5

"So...where are we going?"

"It's a clearing. In the woods." Ellie's hands lazily slide around the steering wheel as she speaks. You could daydream while staring at Ellie for hours. It's relaxing to watch her drive.

"Hm. Are you gonna...kill me there? Or something?" You joke.

"Still deciding."

"Oh my—are you seriously still mad?"

She says nothing, pretending to be engaged with driving.

You let out an irked breath.

"Okay—Ellie, I'm sorry. I was wasted out of my mind. And you look really different. Like, not just in your face. Everywhere is different." You confess, fiddling with the stickers peeling off of her dashboard.

"So do you. I still managed to fuckin' figure it out."

"I—I think I almost did? I remember looking at you and feeling really—confused, mostly. I didn't understand why I liked this stranger so much." You say, vaguely remembering how clingy and overt you acted last night.

"You were confused? I was fucking confused," her head swivels to yours. "a lesbian? That's what you are now?"

"Don't—don't say it like that. I came out like everyone else. You just weren't there to hear it."

Ellie lets out a choked laugh.

"Oh, Bullshit."

"Excuse me?"

"I wrote you and called you for fucking months. Nothing. A letter a fucking day. Are you listening? Do you know how many letters that is?"

You stay silent. Your hands ball up where they rest on your lap.

"Fuckin' say something! I even asked Dina for your number but you cut her off too! Is there a reason you basically fucking died?"

"I wasn't home, Ellie."

She stills, her shoulders relaxing a touch. She adjusts back towards the road before clearing her throat.

"At...at sixteen? What happened?"

You recall you, sixteen, sobbing and frantic. Tearing apart the letter Ellie wrote to tell you that she left. Wondering why it felt more like a breakup then your actual one did. Cursing yourself over and over and over again for only being sixteen. Your parents cursing Ellie for corrupting you.

"I feel like you can connect the dots." Your voice is just barely loud enough to hear over the droning tone of the car. The only focus you had at this point was trying not to cry in front of Ellie.

"Oh, fuck, y/n. I'm—I'm sorry. Did those fuckers kick you out?"

"No," you sigh. "I just knew I had leave. They're...crazy. I don't know. I'm fine now."

Her knuckles flex and tense over the steering wheel. Her teeth start to bite at her lips. There's a couple more seconds of quiet before she speaks up.

"I wish I would've been there."

You pause, not totally expecting what she said.

"Yeah," you breathe, gazing at the side of her head. "I wished that too."

And that wasn't a lie. Your family instilled a lot on you, mostly turning you away from religion. But then? You were desperate. Painfully, achingly desperate. And completely alone. After you left home, you prayed every single night. A genuine prayer, on your knees and everything. You even bought a $1.50 pocket bible from goodwill. All to aide in your bedtime routine of begging God to make Ellie come back.

She never did. You've been an atheist ever since. You weren't sure if her being here now changed anything.

The silence marinates for a short while longer until you feel the rocky texture of a gravel road beneath the car.

"We're here," Ellie states, throwing the gear in park. She takes a glance at your feet. "and you should've worn better shoes. We have walking to do."

You both hop out of the car.

"Like you couldn't have told me before we left?" You scoff.

"It's more fun to fuck with you later. C'mon," she grabs your hand, tightly clutching it in hers. "there's coyotes and shit around here. Don't be fuckin' stupid and stay close."

You try to will the warmth away from your cheeks. You've never held Ellie's hand before. Even if this doesn't really count as holding.

"Yeah, got it." You force out.

She leads you into the trees, hand warmly on yours, briskly following a mental path she's clearly walked many times.

"I almost got arrested over here," She sighs, far too casually.

"What?!"

"Damn—I said almost, chill." She assures, laughing at your shock.

You lightly slap her shoulder.

"I don't care! Almost getting arrested is still crazy!" You chide, eyes wide and judgmental.

Ellie's always been pretty...rebellious, but a part of you always thought that she'd be smart enough to avoid anything truly consequential. I guess she still is, you think.

"Lemme explain, ok. I was high as fuck, minding my business, when I saw some kids shootin'—a wolf, I think? Maybe a coyote—I saw them just...fuckin' up this poor thing with a—a BB gun."

"Oh my god..." You say, "What did you do?"

"I didn't do shit at first—I thought they'd stop. But they were like—about to kill this thing, I swear to God. So, I...ha..." Her face breaks into a wide smile. "you're not gonna like this,"

"...What. Not gonna like what."

"I pulled my gun on 'em."

"Ellie!"

"It wasn't even loaded, y'know I like to have it with me just in case..."

"They're kids!—"

"Asshole kids. Ok? And it fuckin' worked so—"

"I thought you said you almost got arrested?"

"Jesus—I did. You keep interrupting me—"

"Sorry." You quip, also realizing you just interrupted her with your apology.

"It's—it's fine. Anyway, those fucks called the cops on me after they ran. I found out cause the fuckin' pigs stopped me and asked if I'd seen an 'armed gunman in the area,'" She says, imitating a deep 'cop' voice. "dumbasses had no clue it was me."

You watch as she laughs, amused at her own story. Suddenly, your foot gets caught under a thick root and your arms fly out in an instant.

Ellie's hands hit your shoulders, grasping them upright, causing you to sharply crash into her chest.

"Oh—shit, sorry. I wasn't watching where I was going." You gasp out, trying to regain your balance while loosening your grip on Ellie's coat.

"No, it's those fuckin' shoes," she rebukes, hands still resting on your shoulders. She immediately takes them off you when she notices. "we're almost there anyway. Try not to kill yourself before then."

Your hand burns at your side, palm itching. Is she going to grab it again?

"Where's 'there'?" You ask, glancing around at the wall of trees and shrubbery encircling you both.

"You'll see. Just stay close." She repeats like before, clutching your hand once again.

You tighten your grip, wanting to show Ellie you're listening.

"Good. Let's move."

The two of you walk for about a mile or so more, before the view steals your eyes and you both freeze.

"Oh—wow, Ellie. This is really pretty," you breathe, entranced by the piercingly vibrant colors and towering mountainous structures.

Her head is turned toward you, taking in your reaction to the sight, instead of the sight itself.

She's must've seen it so many times, you think.

"Yeah, you like it? I knew you would." She tells you, unable to keep the satisfied grin from her face.

"Shut up. I'm still mad you didn't even let me get ready this morning."

"There's nobody here. Who're you fuckin' getting ready for?" She barks, arms wide and gesturing.

I still wanted to get ready for you, Ellie. But obviously you don't say that.

"Whatever. You just did it to be a dick." You mutter, plopping yourself down onto the boulder in front of you.

"Yeah, I did. It's funny when you're mad. You're like a cat." She laughs, sitting down next to you.

"That's toxic. You shouldn't make people mad just cause you find it funny." You chide, crossing your legs over the rock.

"Guess I'm toxic, then." She sighs, carelessly throwing pebbles at your head.

"Was that the plan? Sit on a rock and be mean to me?"

"Truly adorable that you think this is mean—"

"Well it's not nice, that's for sure." You huff.

Ellie shifts so that her body faces yours. Her legs spread out wide, elbows comfortably resting on her thighs.

"I don't think you want me to be nice to you."

Your mouth parts open in surprise, eyes now burning into Ellie's.

"Well that's a lie. I'd love for you to be nice—"

"I think you like when I'm mean to you. I think you...prefer it, actually." She juts, a confident smile forming.

"Yeah, and who told you that, Dina?" You question, crossing your arms as a breeze starts to make you shiver.

"Nobody told me anything." her head quirks to the side. "I can just tell."

It was difficult to keep your composure. There were some things Ellie seemed to know about you that you didn't even know yourself. It was terrifying, embarrassing, and flattering all at once. Your face feels like its melting. You stay silent.

"Oh—am I right? I've totally got you, haven't I?" She asks, enjoying fully the power she seems to have over you and your emotions.

"No." You bite, unwilling to try and say anything else.

You hated how often Ellie was right.

She takes a ball of black fabric from her pocket, tossing it in your lap. It's a hat.

"Put it on. It's cold."

A swarm of bats fly over the both of you, chaotic and eruptive.

"It's gonna be dark, Ellie."

"I know, I know. I was, uh—saving the best for last." She quips, hopping off of the rock to stand in front of you.

It felt kind of awkward this way, Ellie fully standing while you sat. You had to look straight up to meet her eyes. It put your head in whirl.

"What, the tattoo? I saw that already."

"No. Something else," She grabs your hand and places it on the bottom hem of her top. Your heart beats a little faster.

"Lift up my shirt."

Your eyes widen as your hand fidgets. You wait for her to keep talking. She doesn't.

"Um...like all the way?" You struggle to find words. "Or—"

"Lift up," her hand grasps yours, guiding it up. "my shirt."

Fabric shifts and the pale flesh of her abdomen comes into view. Her belly is lean—all hard edges and dense muscle. What catches your eye is the long, winding, angry scar tracing along her hip.

Your brain goes into overdrive.

Traumatic injury, surgery needed... most likely...flexor or... IT band tendonitis? Maybe, what, Bursitis? Something...invasive—a tear? Labral tear? Iliopsoas tear? What the fuck was she doing?

"Street fighting." She states. "It's my job."

Your face is blank. You shakily stand.

"Uhhh—you, you better be fucking with me, Ellie." You stutter out. Unconsciously, you move to trace your finger along the scar, feeling the warped, healed skin. "I mean this is...this is serious. This is...surgery."

"Don't I fuckin' know it," she moves her shirt back down, covering the scar. "took me out of the ring for like, eight weeks."

"Jesus—Jesus Christ. How long have you been doing this!?"

"Not much longer than you've been in school, really."

"So, not long. Is what you're saying." your fingers rake through your hair. "This is...this is fucking crazy."

"It's not that—"

"Dina's okay with this? Really. I really don't see how she could be okay with this, like, at all." You argue, cutting her off.

"She wasn't. I had to convince her."

"And how often do you go to the doctor? Once a week? Or do you pretend like you know how to patch yourself up?"

Her face slightly reddens.

"I—I learned how to do it myself. I know how."

"Oh sure. Did you google it? I'm sure google will save you from a life threatening injury."

"Ok, most of them are not 'life threatening'—"

"You don't know that! Not certainly, at least! Not certain enough to be safe!" You exclaim, voice full of anger, but mostly, fear.

She places a hand on your shoulder, gripping it tightly. She doesn't talk until you meet her eyes.

"Hey. I am fine. The hip thing was a fluke. Honest. Most of the time nothing fuckin' happens." She assures, her other hand rubbing up and down your arm. You must've looked more upset than you'd realized.

"Ok."

"Just, 'ok'? Are we...good now?" Ellie asks, blue eyes still deeply connected to yours.

"Um...yeah..." You say, partly hesitating. Ellie watches you closely.

"I wanna go with you."

Her face lights up in...shock?, you think, a pleased grin shaping her mouth.

"What—really?"

"If you really want to do...this," you bite your lip. "being there is what would make me feel...better...about it."

"Yeah? That's...I mean, I think that's great," She says, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear. "my own cheerleader."

You step backwards, letting Ellie's hands slide away from your body.

"No, not a cheerleader. A fucking medic. So I'm not sitting home worried about you—dying. I can just be there to help if stuff goes wrong."

"I'm happy either way, princess." She gleams.

As the sun sets, it gets harder to make out the shape of her face. The woods are also quieter, amplifying the subtle sounds of you and Ellie. You wonder about the details of your plan.

"Do I have to pay to get in? How does this...work?"

"No, you're set. Pretty girls get in free—it's a club rule. Y'know, good for business and everything."

You thank the sky for it's darkness, as Ellie is unable to see the rosy hue reaching your cheeks.

"Oh. Okay...good to know."

Ellie steps up, and now familiarly, encloses your hand in hers.

"C'mon. It's too fuckin' dark to stay any longer."

You walk out of the clearing, back into the dense foliage of where you came. Your grip tightens.

"So...have you had girlfriend?" Ellie blurts.

"Um, weird question, but," you look away. "no."

"Just...trying to gauge how good of a lesbian you are. Pretty bad, it seems."

"Oh, fuck off. I've been focusing on...school." You retort, fully knowing how lame it sounds.

If you were being honest, it was just nerves. You didn't have to try for a boyfriend, he basically wouldn't even take 'no' for an answer. But with girls? It was like you froze.

"Hey I'd give you some tips but...I don't think they'd really...apply for you, y'know?"

"No, I don't know. Explain it." You demand.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm trying think of a way where it makes...sense. And won't make you mad."

"I won't get mad Ellie. Just say it." You encourage, now more curious than anything.

She stops walking and turns to you.

"Well, it's like...the roles. The roles you can have."

"What...roles...?"

She huffs a laugh before continuing, and positions her hand to point to herself.

"I'm the type that flusters the girl. The...fluster-er, right?"

She walks forwards, getting so close that you can smell the scents of the forest soaked up in her clothing.

"And you," She says, her finger poking your collarbone. "...are the girl that...is flustered. It's a...a dynamic, yeah?"

Your skin heats and all you can do is gaze at Ellie, who's completely enthused with this discussion. She stays quiet, watching your face intently, despite it being so dark.

"You're making stuff up again. I don't even—I don't even know why I let you talk." You utter.

"See? You're doing it already! It's the fuckin' dynamic princess—you know I'm never wrong." She gushes, pinching at your checks and making them even redder.

"This so stupid. And don't call me that."

It was like the world stopped. As soon as you said it, you could see Ellie's brain distinctly remembering you, in that whiny drunken voice, begging. You won't ever forget it. And neither will Ellie, for completely different reasons.

You knew exactly what she was going to say, so you try and stop her.

"Don't. I don't care what I did yesterday. Just—don't."

She sighs, clearly dropping it. Thank god. Her teeth bite the inside of her cheek.

"Whatever you say, princess."

You don't even acknowledge it, just rolling your eyes as you walk ahead. Stray branches brush over your legs and thighs, feeling like gentle scratches. You slow a bit, waiting for Ellie to join you.

And hold your hand again.

Stepping ahead of you to lead, Ellie does just that. The warmth makes you smile, and you let it own your face, bright and wide. You didn't care. It was dark enough.

"Alright. Stay close."

"I know, Ellie."

#ellie williams x reader #ellie fic #ellie x reader #tlou #tlou part 2 #tlou fic #ellie tlou #ellie williams #ellie williams fic #catsfor2

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*me, a poor peasant child holding up my plate.*

Please sire, may I have some more platonic yandere Lucifer and Charlie? 🥺

Of course, starving Victorian child! (Also you just said platonic but I wound up writing this as like, mostly family platonic yandere so idk if that's a distinct difference to you but, here ya go!)

-- I feel like these two would really kinda infantilize you, specifically when it comes to violence, drugs, alcohol, and sex. You know how Charlie is clearly an adult woman but it could not be anymore clear that she's still really sheltered and naive, almost like a kid would be? Like the skit she had Pentious and Angel do literally brought up like, no sex before marriage as a sign of being a good person... did her dad ACTUALLY raise her with vaguely traditional/religious values. That's the kinda thing they start enforcing on you. Oh, you're dressed so cute! where are you going? gasp! A bar??? But that's soooo .... risky!! You're young, and, you're just so nice, and... why don't you stay home and play board games with the Morningstars instead?

You're over here, "can I PLEASE smoke some fucking weed" and Lucifer would deadass with his full chest, "no, none of the Devil's lettuce for MY baby! Those other Sinners can run around with their crack and their whippets and their absinthe but MY CHILD is better than that"

-- platonic yandere Charlie and Lucifer passing the single brain cell they share back and forth, "Dad, they bought some new clothes and I thought it was gonna be for that outing we're taking later this week but they put it on and left the Hotel and went somewhere else!! Who else would they dress up for? Do you think they have a secret second family and they actually hate us? 🥺" "Charlie, do you have any idea how... totally possible that is, oh golly, we've gotta follow them and make amends so they come home!!" and you're just like.... having coffee with a new friend

You're at a cafe looking cute and Lucifer and Charlie are having a stakeout in the fucking bushes nearby or some shit, Lucifer grinding his teeth trying to guess who this piece of shit trying to take his baby away is, growling how hes gonna rip them apart, like who the actual fuck does this person think they are, and Charlie is like, trying to be a little more level headed "haha cmon Dad they would never replace us :)" but then the second she looks over and sees this other person is exchanging too many meaningful glances at you and making you laugh, her switch flips. "Actually yeah Dad you know what you were totally right, they're obviously a creep trying to hurt Readsr and we should kill this guy :)"

--Charlie has no problem with you hanging out with Alastor but I like the idea that she can suddenly see right through him when it's YOU he's doing stuff to. He can be on his whole "oh just call me dad" shit to her and it'd give her the warm fuzzies, but the second she sees Alastor going out of his way to come up and interact with you in front of her father, she knows he's trying to rile her dad up and may even tell him he needs to wait his turn and interact with you later. Lucifer meanwhile all but wants to bite the cannibal like a rabid dog for coming near you and treats him like Al's the evil villain trying to take away his little royal heir. He has no idea what that yellow toothed black gum cretin wants to do to his baby!

-- I can just see arguing with Lucifer, "why can't I date? Charlie gets to date!!" and Lucifer's just like trying to bullshit an excuse for why he just doesn't want you dating because, you're his widdle baby and he isn't ready to see you act adult yet :( the only man you should be kissing is your short father on the cheek! Lucifer is VERY MUCH "I am the only supportive guardian figure you need in your life" kinda yandere dad, if you go to anyone else for help before him he's taking it as a personal slight against him and vows to show up that other person so you never "choose them over him" ever again

-- obviously I'm so fucking biased but. Lucifer with Daughter Reader is obviously just him being your tiny guard dog all the time like, he is so soft, he is such a girl dad. No men talking to either of his baby girls!! No touching his little princesses!!! You'll be out in fucking public as a grown ass woman and Lucifer would still be like, "oh, there's a lot of people here, here sweetie, hold my hand so you don't get lost", marching around holding your hand as the most powerful Anti Rizz Shield in all of Hell, he has no shame, this man is fucking Mayes Hughes whipping out his wallet, "wanna see photos of my girls?!?!?!? Here's one of them in matching dresses, here's one from the musical we went to last week, and here- gosh arent they just the cutest ☺️❤️"

like if you ever wander into another ring like Gluttony by accident, Bee is buzzing up to you, "oh my gosh, it's Luci's little pup, sweetie you're not supposed to be down here, let me get you back upstairs, your pops is FREAKING!!" and talking to you like she already knows you like a friend because Lucifer is showing your photos to ALL his demon friends at every like, Rulers of Hell meeting. Lucifer is over here beaming with pride as Stolas looks over his special I Love My Daughters Photo Album and nodding his head, "perhaps we can arrange some playtime with your girls and my Via, let them all get to know each other" and it's like Lucifer can you PLEASE stop recruiting other all powerful almighty demons into the Let's All Be Platonic In A Creepy Overprotective Way Club. You just turn around one day and like half the Overlords and a few of the Cardinal Sins are all vying for your attention and you're like a celebrity and it's cause your dumb duck dad is blabbing his mouth showing your picture to anyone with eyes

-- you know how Sinner Demons come in all these different sizes and shapes, with fur and wings and, bugs and dinosaurs, fish and object heads? What if Lucifer has the power to alter your demonic form? One day you turn around and you're no longer whatever multi armed fuzzy creature you once were, but you're now... human again. Or at least, human like. You've got your old face again, your old skin tone, but, you've got horns that look suspiciously like your friend and her father's, a retractable tail with a heart on it like theirs, maybe even those like, kinda weird rosy cheek things. And it's because Lucifer and Charlie have decided, well, they don't care what you look like regardless, but now, don't you actually look like a member of the family? Now everyone can tell when you're together! ^^

Like it's kinda sweet but the adjacent horror of Lucifer "oh yeah I completely changed the shape and appearance of your body to more resemble me and my daughter so you look like you're ACTUALLY our family :)" like can you imagine him pulling this kind of shit when you're like not even that kind of close yet. Basically kidnapping you into the Morningstar family tree and actually making you look like them to the point other people can spot you and instantly know to steer clear. Maybe you even get a little special outfit of your own,your own little suit and bow tie with an apple or snake on it somewhere

-- you know how sometimes you just want to be alone? You just like space? You just like not knowing you're being watched or having to share your space with anyone else, you can just breathe? It's not about hating someone else or other people, it's just like... wanting to be the master of your own space for a while?

Foreign fucking concept to these two. Your activities become THEIR activities. Oh cool you're 6 episodes deep into an anime? Here's Charlie and Lucifer, "oooo what are we watching?" "Oh she's really pretty, what's her name, is she the main character?" "That lady sure isn't wearing a lot of clothes, I don't know if this is appropriate for you to watch" "oooo oooo pause it, I'll go make popcorn, dont start it again without me!"

Don't get me wrong I can see this being adorable, you're just like adhd autism infodumping and catching them all upon who everyone is and all the stuff that's happened and "I can restart it from the beginning and we can watch it together?" And they're eagerly hanging off of your every word based on how interested and excited you are about the subject, for whatever hobby or show you're indulging in

BUT I can see this turning into them intruding on everything you do and when you finally do try and say "hey I'd like a little space" that turns into a DISCUSSION. wait why don't you want to spend time with them? Are you sad? Did they do something wrong? Tell them exactly what you're thinking, OBVIOUSLY the correct action ISNT to just give you the space, CLEARLY this is an emergency needing investigation!! Like God forbid you tell them a lie to sneak off and hang out with someone else because THEN it's "who is this clearly abusive evil person telling our precious Reader to lie to us? The altar calls for their blood"

--SINGING!!! These two sing all the time (Charlie sings the most as the Not Depressed Morningstar) and they teach you too! They'll encourage you to join into song, and even just do those little songs you and I do when we're doing small tasks. You'll catch them in the kitchen, "washing the dishes, washing the plates, put them away and have a wonderful day ^^" and they'll try and rope you into singing until eventually you're expected to belt out musical numbers with them like anyone else in this show (bonus points for your first musical song being some sort of rebellious rock ballad about wanting to run away from them because they make you feel controlled or something)

-- mandatory family trips to Lu Lu World! You are NOT going home until you play all sorts of games and eat all sorts of carnival food and are struggling to walk home carrying your giant stuffed duck. God, really missing my childhood going to Six Flags before capitalism ruined amusement parks...

-- "cringe" does not exist in this family and they wont make you feel bad for liking something unless it's like ACTUALLY HARMFUL (like getting drunk and high). You cannot tell me these two do not already have fursonas and they'll geek out on the couch watching cartoons and playing video games with you. You're eating candy watching Naruto and playing LEGO Batman and playing dice games and they're loving every second (Reader why did you have to hit that Nat 20 roll on the "Getting Adopted By The Morningstars" quest, now they're never leaving you alone bro, bro i think youre gonna have to murderhobo your way outta this bro--)

-- I feeeeeeeeeel like. Lucifer if he concentrates really really hard would be able to tell where you are at all times because, Hell is HIS house. He um. He literally has pocket dimension "make shit appear out of nowhere" powers, so like... do you think he can feel all the souls in Hell? Do you think he would be able to concentrate and be like, "oh I can tell Reader is in that direction and is feeling really happy right now"

I just... I picture Reader having a really awful fight where you yell and scream at Lucifer and you can tell you actually really hurt his feelings, maybe even making him tear up, which would then make Charlie really upset with you, and then you're running off because you feel like you can't stay there anymore, and you're wandering the streets, lost, hungry, starting to get cold, wishing you could go back and apologize but feeling like they would never take you back, and, of course, the age old trope, you get cornered by some robbers or some potential attackers and they start beating you around and, all you can think is how ungrateful you were, that you wanted to apologize to Charlie and Lucifer but they probably hated you now, it's too late, it's... it's...

You don't know if it'll work, but you're about to be hurt really badly and you're genuinely scared and missing them and, you just clasp your hands and say a prayer, calling out to Lucifer, but you're like... literally saying it like... you're manically whispering and whimpering not knowing what the fuck you're supposed to say or if something like this would even work, "O Dark Lord Lucifer please hear my plea for your aid and-- no fuck it, come help me DAD I'm really really SCARED DAD THEYRE GONNA HURT ME COME ON DAD PLEASE DAD I'M SORRY, WHAT I SAID WAS WRONG, DAD PLEASE-" and he's there like, before you're even done speaking. You're still covering your head and whimpering and crying and you just hear, "It's OK now" and he's standing over you with bloodied fists and the attackers all crumpled on the ground and he's picking you up like it's nothing to take you back home.

-- lastly, I feel like there's few boundaries on nudity with these two. Like, it's not incestuous or anything, but if Lucifer walks in on you changing and you've got your beav out, he would probably politely put a hand over his eyes and keep talking anyways. Charlie treats it like walking in on her sibling, on someone her age she's known all her life. She'll be walking up, picking lint off your clothes, helping clasp your bra, whichever whatever without any regards for how exposed you might be feeling. Oh you're feeling shy? But she's your sister; you don't have to be shy!!

It's all fun and games until you're completely butt ass naked having Family Bath Time, Charlie scrubbing shampoo through your hair while Lucifer has ungodly amounts of duck themed bath toys floating around and you accidentally catch sight of THE Angel Of The Bottomless Pit's full-on dick and balls that you're realizing, oh, when they said they want to treat you like family, they meant like FAMILY family... oh shit... hope this doesn't turn into a huge "hey also we couldnt bear the thought of losing you so you're kind of immortal now" kind of problem...

#yandere hazbin hotel #yandere hellaverse #yandere x reader #hh #sinprompts

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silkspunweb · 4 months

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A Gift from Santa

w.c.: 4.2k

it's just delusional fluff. husband!nanami x reader, papamin in his glory. a very late christmas fic.

a/n: As President of the Haitchverse Fanclub, thank you for all you do for us fellow kento/hiromi lovers @pseudowho ❤️

School days were coming to a stop as the days ended sooner, the air was frostier, and the holidays got closer. You mentally scolded yourself for not ending class earlier this week so the kids could finally get some time off when you hear Itadori think aloud, "Ah, we only have a few days of school left before the holiday break, huh."

"Hmm? Oh yeah," Kugisaki responded, "I was going to do some Christmas shopping."

"You're going to do it at peak Christmas shopping time??"

"Why not? Might as well get some shopping done for a new year wardrobe!" She snickered.

Noticing your curiosity, Fushiguro turned to you and asked, "What about you, Mrs. Nanami?"

"Me?"

"Yeah! What do you and Nanamin plan on doing for Christmas?" Itadori perked at the idea of his favorite teacher and favorite mentor doing mundane holiday things.

You responded without thinking much about the question, "I think we're going to work on dinner together and have some family over." Though, as soon as those words came out, there was a sense of deflation in the air.

"Ah, I see." They all shared a look, then Itadori spoke up, "I think this is my first time spending it without Grandpa."

"Now that you mention it, this is my first time spending it in Tokyo," Kugisaki shrugged.

"Usually, my sister plans dinner for us," Fushiguro said.

You could almost hear the lonely sigh they gave out as they tightly tugged their lips into a curt smile. Your heart went out to these kids. 'They're still so young. They shouldn't be spending Christmas by themselves in their dorms.' You frowned, trying to think of ways to spend time with them without making them think it was out of pity. There must be something their teacher can do. After all, what's closest to a parent figure than a teacher? Perhaps this was something your husband could solve.

Your husband. That's it. You quickly packed your bag, waving the kids off as they said their goodbyes and left the room. 'Would Kento oppose this?' You wondered, 'Nah, surely even he can't be that callous.' You headed straight for the door before pausing, "Ah, but he's definitely going to mock me for this."

You got home before Kento and sent him a quick message that you'd be preparing dinner. It was a little crazy, that idea of yours, but the craziest part would be if Ken would actually play along in your schemes (as he would call it).

"You know, you shouldn't poke your nose where it doesn't belong." You remembered him telling you that right before you took up the position to fill in as Gojo's substitute. "You're only going to get attached to them, Darling." Psh, what did he know? Only just about everything about you.

"I'm not going to get attached, Ken, I'm just doing a favor for an old friend. Besides, those kids are going to join us on the battlefield someday, maybe even tomorrow. They need someone to guide them properly, especially when Gojo's not around." You grumbled on the drive home, peering at him from the corner of your eyes as he chuckled.

"Sure love, whatever you say." He remained focused on the street before him, "Ten dollars says you do, though."

"Nanami Kento," you faked a gasp," are you making a bet with me right now?"

"Nothing wrong with a little indulgence, is there?" You turned to him with a raised brow. There was a playful glint to his eye; he knew what he was doing here, baiting you into these childish games. There was no real prize here; the money would stay where it belonged, but he got the right to say he won.

You scoffed to yourself, 'No one would believe me if I said that my husband would partake in stupid bets like this.' You rolled your eyes at him, "Alright, ten if you win. But if I win, I want to change the color of our bedroom."

He raised a brow at you, "What's wrong with our bedroom color?"

"Nothing's wrong with it, our new room color is just going to be a reminder of my new victory."

"You're a little too confident here, don't you think," he chuckled.

Damn him. Damn him, damn him, damn him. How dare he be right about everything. You felt the embarrassment on your face as you mixed the curry roux in the pot. Ugh, he was going to be so smug when he heard your stupid plans.

You could back down now, there was no reason you couldn't. Hell, maybe if it was a month ago, you wouldn't even think a second thought about these kids. But Kento, he just had to be good with children. You didn't think much of it when he came to pick you up from your mission with the kids last month. You didn't think much of it when he asked you and the kids if you guys ate yet. You didn't think much of it when he invited them to join you guys for dinner at home, seeing that it was late at night. You didn't think much of it when he offered them the couch and the spare bedrooms. You didn't think much of it when he told Itadori to eat his vegetables, handed Kugisaki a spare hair tie, and gave his seat to Fushiguro at the dinner table. You didn't think much of it when he told them to go relax, cool off, and that he would handle the dishes. But man, you saw the fond look in his eyes when he dropped them off at their dorm the next morning. You saw how happy he was to have them around, to occupy the spaces of your shared home, to relax and share a meal with these kids at the dinner table. Call it camaraderie, mentor-mentee relationship, or authoritative affections. Call it whatever you want, but Kento was meant to be a dad.

You smiled at the pot of curry in front of you. You knew he was going to mock you, but you couldn't help but wish that you were making this dinner for five right now instead of two. You knew that even though he was going to tease the hell out of you for feeling this way, the feelings were mutual and he wanted them around too. So, you sucked in a deep breath when you heard his car pull up in the driveway, turned off the stove, and made towards the door to welcome him in.

You opened the door before he could even pull out his keys, throwing yourself into his arms as he walked in.

He leaned in, putting his face into the crook of your neck, “Well hello to you, too.” He pressed a soft kiss to your temple, taking in the little things that made his home whole.

“Welcome home,” you pressed your face into his chest, unwilling to let him see the look of defeat evident in your eyes.

He pulled away to look at you, your eyes downcasted and a slight puff in your cheeks. “What sort of trouble did you get into this time?” He mused.

“I need your help, Kento.” He quirked a brow at you as you suddenly helped him take off his winter coat and scarf. “There's something bothering me at school.” A light tug to loosen his tie, “It's been killing me all day,” another tug, “and I just don't know what to do.” You glared at the offending piece of fabric as if it was the cause of your demise. “Will you help me?”

“That depends,” he hummed, “what's got you so worked up that you need my help at school?” You gave out an exaggerated sigh, walking back into the kitchen to plate him his dinner. He followed, washing his hands and setting up the table. “Is this about the kids?” He doesn't even look at you, knowing you'd do anything to deny it. It was childish, you both knew it, but you couldn't help the heat creeping up your back. How does he always know? There was a pause, then another. You placed two plates onto the dinner table, sitting down without another word, red staining your cheeks as you flushed in embarrassment. He sat down and chuckled, “I'm right, aren't I?” You scrunched your nose at him, debating to deny it or admit your grievances. “Darling,” he reached his hand across the table for you to meet his in the middle, “is this about the kids?”

Another deep sigh, “Yes Kento, it's about the kids.” You rolled your eyes, slipping him a ten dollar bill across the table.

He chuckled, “You know that's not what I wanted in the first place.”

“Ken, really?” You frowned at him, placing one hand on top of his. His brows quirked up, making you run your other hand through your hair. “Alright, alright. You were right. I grew attached to the kids. I said I wouldn't, but I did. You warned me and you told me so. Now stop being a butt head, and help me with this.”

“I was going to tell you to say, ‘please,’ but this'll do too,” he gave a gentle squeeze. “Now, what did you have in mind?”

“I need you to dress as Santa.”

“No.”

“But—

“Absolutely not.”

“Ken—”

“Nope.” He met your offending glare with indifference on his own face. “Why on Earth would I dress as Santa.”

“It's for the experience.”

“You think I should experience wearing red velvet and a—”

“No, not for you! The experience is for them.” His face deadpanned. “I'm serious, I think you should dress as Santa, like when dads pretend to be Santa for their—”

“They're not our kids.”

“You don't mean that.”

“Of all things you want me to do—”

“It'd make a fond memory for them!”

“To put me in a big red coat and that ugly—”

“You wouldn't even have to wear the beard!” He gave you a pointed look. “Okay, the beard would help a lot, but Ken—”

“No.” You opened your mouth in protest, “Absolutely not.” A pout formed on your face, cheeks starting to puff in frustration. He gave out a big sigh, “I'll get them gifts to open for Christmas. Won't that suffice?” He poked one of your inflated cheeks. “We can even head over to celebrate with them if it'll make you happy.” You refused to look at him at this point, disappointed in his lack of enthusiasm for your plans.

Getting up to clear your dinner, you grumbled as you walked past him to the sink, “They don't have anyone to go home to like we do. I just want to give them something happy to remember.” Your words hung uncomfortably in the air as he stared down at what was left of his dinner. He heard the tap turn on, then off. You left him to simmer in his thoughts. Another big sigh as he ran a hand through his hair, he quietly pulled out his phone and made some orders online.

“They're not our kids.” Why did he say that? He knew you saw how happy he was whenever the kids were over for dinner.

“You don't mean that.” You were right. He didn't mean it. He loved every minute of it when the kids stayed over, even if dinner time was rowdier and messier than usual. Even if he had to give up some of his comfort and private space to have these kids around. Even when he had to scold them for something as miniscule as eating their vegetables out of his work hours, for goodness sake. “I just want to give them something happy to remember.” He frowned. This could've been a happy memory for you, too. After all, it was just one day, probably not even the entire day in a stupid red suit. So what if he thought it was ugly, that dumb suit could've really made his wife happy. He groaned, opening his phone once again to make another impulsive purchase. He may have won your little bet, but it seems like you won something else after all. Even if you didn't know it yet.

After he cleared his own plates, he made his way to get ready for bed so he could return to you. He walked through the bedroom door, disappointed to find you facing the other way. You weren't even sparing a glance at your husband nor making any cheeky comments about how wet he looked and how low that towel hung around his waist. Nothing, zilch. He sighed again, throwing on a pair of checkered pajama bottoms before making his way next to you. He had his arm over your waist, testing the waters, and a little glad that you hadn't shaken him off.

“Good night,” you grumbled.

He pressed his own “good night” into the crown of your head.

You woke up a little earlier than usual with your husband's arms around you tighter than it was last night. With one arm across your chest and the other around your waist, he had your hips flush against his. It was so pleasant, you almost forgot why you had your back facing him to begin with. You blinked the sleep away, mentally at war with yourself to either stay or to forcefully peel away from his embrace. You shouldn't, ‘He doesn't deserve it,’ you pouted. ‘Even if I reaaaallly want to, I should be firm about this.’ You tried to reason yourself as you felt him shift from behind, only pulling you in closer, tighter. His face was in your hair, his puffs of breath tempting you to go back to sleep. You mentally screamed, ‘Damn him! I need to— ugh. It's so comfortable.’ You wanted to cry. This was the ideal morning, but you had to get up now if you wanted to work on setting up the classroom for the kids. Time was of the essence, and since somebody denied you of some good, fun Christmas spirits, you just had to make up for the non-participating party's lack of enthusiasm.

You willed yourself to pull away from your husband as you slipped out of the comforter, not making it far before he had his arm around you again. “Stay.” You didn't realize he had sat up when you tried to sneak off. If not for the arm that wound around your belly, you would've mistaken his low morning voice for something else. It was something akin to dark chocolate and warmed honey, running deep and slow; it woke you up in the morning. You wanted to whine at how unfair he was being. How affectionate and cuddly for someone so stern and callous last night. You shook your head and quickly pulled yourself out of his arms and into the shower.

‘I have to stay strong,’ you repeated to yourself under the freezing water. After getting dressed, you went to the kitchen where you found your distracting husband in just his checkered pajama bottoms. ‘Oh, dear lord, I am not your strongest soldier.’ He gave a soft smile, his hair sticking to one way and the other. You wanted to run your hand through it so bad, but if you got any closer, you might not leave as early as you had hoped.

“G’morning.” There he goes again. Him and his stupid, perfect face, and his stupid, perfect— “I made you tea and breakfast.” Oh no.

You forced yourself to grab the coffee pot instead, “No thanks, I plan on leaving to work earlier today.” You didn't even bother with the cream and sugar, needing the bitter taste to jolt you out of this domestically inviting scene. Nope, nope, nope. You grabbed a piece of toast, gave him a quick peck on the cheek for good morning, and rushed to the door before he could stop you from leaving again. He blinked at the whirlwind that was his wife, frowning when you slammed the door. The door opened again, “I'll be a little late today! Don't wait up!” His frown deepened at the second door slam. Knowing you, you were probably going to set up some lights and a small tree in the classroom or at the dorms just to make it a little more festive for the kids at school.

“I must've really messed up,” he scratched the back of his neck, “No use in moping about it now.” He sighed and eyed the unwanted cup, then went to check his phone.

You were quieter than usual for the next couple of days, not so much as being upset with him, but more distracted with your thoughts. You already had the lights up to the kids’ surprise that one morning and promised them that the tree will have more ornaments the next day. They tried to wave you off, saying, “No need ma'am, you already do enough for us,” and “Really, we're fine, it's just Christmas.” You hushed them, something about ‘the presents are already wrapped’ and you ‘already mailed Santa for them’. You knew they were old enough not to believe in some merry folklore, but you wanted them to look forward to something this week. You checked your phone to see if the surprise was going to arrive on time.

‘Today's Wednesday, and the package is going to come tonight. Then break starts…Friday?’ Your brows furrowed, ‘Would I have time to get dinner for them too? Ugh, I should've told Kento to prepare food instead of wearing a Santa suit or something. That would've been smarter. Ah! What about the second years? Did I buy their gifts yet?’ The day ended, leaving only two days left for you to prepare, so you hurried home to think of gift ideas for the others. ‘Socks are only cool when you're in college and realize you need to appreciate useful things, like parents who provide socks,’ you scoffed to yourself. ‘What would high schoolers even like? Are CD albums still cool? But what do they listen to? Do they even listen to TommyHeavenly6 or L’Arc-en-Ciel? Oh god, am I outdated now? Are Scandal still cool??? Ah, focus! Now’s not the time. What would these kids like for Christmas?”

You pulled up into your driveway, making your way to your front door, brows still furrowed as you nearly walked into your husband, “Oomph.”

“Welcome home,” he said warmly, pressing a kiss to your forehead as he helped you out of your work shoes. “How was work?”

You eyed him momentarily before speaking, “It's going well, I think. The kids are…Well, they're losing focus now that break is just two days away, so it's hard to get them focused on the lesson. Itadori nearly ran into the door this morning because he forgot about doors.” You chuckled fondly, “Though I suppose that's my fault for putting up all those Christmas decorations. I probably got them excited and whatnot.” You tiptoed ever so slightly to kiss him on the cheek, “What did you do today?”

“Had a mission that ended early, so I made dinner,” he said. It wasn't a total lie, he did make dinner, but instead of a mission, he actually drove around town, picking up what you missed on your not-so-secret Christmas plans list. He knew it wasn't going to fully make up for his harsh words, but you were going to appreciate it either way.

Dinner went smoothly. Better actually, now that you were both hip to hip at the sink, washing dishes together. You two were back to your usual routine; he connected Bluetooth to your phone, and you got to play music that made you nostalgic for your teen years again. He rolled his eyes when you blew sudsy bubbles at him, “Real mature,” he hip bumped you before flicking water onto your glasses. His heart swelled seeing you look at him, like it was his first time again, seeing how your smile widened the slightest of increments or how your eyes darkened a little more with mirth. With another nudge, he insisted you showered and got ready for bed, “I can handle the rest,” he waved you away.

After you showered, you went to bed, tucking yourself underneath his chin, and pressed a kiss to his sternum for “good night.” He could've melted right there and then under your touch, but instead held you close, hoping the next few days were going to be to be easier for the both of you.

Thursday went by fast, and all of a sudden it was Friday. ‘D-Day’ as you'd called it in your head. ‘Kento’s gonna be at work, so he probably won't make it to see the kids open their gifts.’ You frowned as you remembered the shaky handwritten cards you wrote for the second years, embarrassed that you had to stick to gift cards in the end. Nothing wrong with gift cards, but you would've liked to be as personal with their gifts as you were with the first years.

It was a bit before lunch that you decided to give them a short break, and quickly made your way to the bathroom to change into your outfit. It was a silly oversized red coat, and you realized why Kento had been so stubborn about wearing such a thing. You laughed at yourself in the mirror, ‘Okay, I get it, it is ugly.’ You made a beeline for the staff room, imagining Kento’s reaction to you and the hideous outfit, but nothing could've prepared you for what you saw next. Your husband, the love of your life, the most stubborn man on Earth, stood before you in the same exact outfit. You could've sworn you were in the soda can commercial with how cold and stiff his face was.

“Kento.”

“Yes?”

“What on Earth are you wearing?”

“I could say the same to you,” he raised an eyebrow, eyeing you up and down.

“I thought you didn't want to,” you trailed off, not sure if you should be pointing and laughing or crying over your husband in those ridiculous clothes.

“I didn't.”

“Then why are you—”

“You were right.” You stared at him with your mouth wide open, “The beard does help a lot.” He offered a taut smile and you jumped into his arms, happy enough that you could have married this man a second time.

“I can't believe you,” you buried your face into his neck, “you silly, silly man.”

He let out what sounded like a small laugh, “Let's go before I change my mind about this outfit.” He gave you a peck on the forehead and went to pick up the bags off the table.

“You got them gifts???” He raised his eyebrow once more, opening the bag to show you the contents. Your face fell at the trays of food, “Really??”

“Hey, these kids are big eaters, and besides, you left food off your list.”

“Ah! You saw that?” You flushed, unable to contain the smile growing wider on your face.

“Of course I saw it, it was the only thing you looked at all week,” he rolled his eyes, taking your hand in his free one as you both walked back to the classroom.

“What did I do to deserve you?”

“Dunno, but next time, how about you don't reject my—”

A water bottle fell to the floor when the door opened.

“Na-nanamin?”

“Why are there two Santas?”

There was a camera shutter click. “I'll send this to you guys later,” Kugisaki smiled.

“But seriously, what are you two wearing?”

Kento sighed, “There was a little mix up. Mrs. Claus here almost left some of the gifts back at home, so I'm here to deliver the rest of the presents.”

You smiled at him before turning to them, “You should go call for the second years, tell them to come inside for lunch.”

The kids immediately rushed outside to bring the upperclassmen in. Something about, “Hurry up,” “Food’s here,” and “Forget the food, hurry before he changes out of those clothes!”

No one understood why Kento was dressed as Santa. After all, he wasn't technically their teacher. Sure, they’d had dinner with him a few times, but did that really warrant buying them presents and helping them celebrate with a Christmas meal? Or maybe he lost a bet? No, Nanamin would never take part in bets. Then what was it? They weren't exactly sure. All they knew was that the way he smiled at his wife was the same as when he sat at the dinner table with them at home. The Nanamis sure love Christmas, they joked. You watched all five kids lean in towards your husband as Kugisaki whipped her phone out for a selfie with Santa. It reminded you that you ought to capture the moment while Kento was still willing to participate. With another click of a shutter, you took the picture of your smiling husband and your kids.

“Darling,” he gave you a warning glare.

“Oh, c’mon Santa, lighten up,” Maki joked and the others giggled.

You poked his side, “Yeah, Santa, who knows when I'll get to see you like this again.”

Nothing could have prepared you for his response; he gave you another flat look, then replied, “Probably when we have our own kids.”

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Tramps and Troublemakers (Rooster x Reader)

Part of The What If Collection of blurbs for Roo and Baby Girl. Written for an ask. My masterlist. Banner by @mak-32

Warnings: angst and discussions of non-consensual kissing and touching (deals with the events from Deployment Diaries Part 9)

Tramp had been in the Craftsman for all of two hours before he was eating pieces of steak out of your hands. "He's so underfed," you whispered to Bradley who was adding water to some dog food in hopes that your newest family member would eat some of it, too. "After some food and a little bit of love, he'll be just fine. He's a little damaged, but he'll come around."

"You know," Bradley said, shaking his head, "it literally sounds like you're describing me."

"Do I need to give you a bath, too?" you asked him sweetly as you pet the dog.

"I can do that much myself," he grumbled as he reached for his phone. "Let's facetime my parents. I want to rub it in since they never let me have a dog."

You were still in your uniform, and your hair was a mess from work, but Bradley was already calling Goose and Carole before you could even stop him. When his mom answered, the first thing she said was, "Sweet girl, you look beautiful! Are you two lovebirds going out tonight?"

But Bradley turned the phone away from your faces and aimed it at Tramp. "No. We're staying in with our new dog."

Carole seemed decidedly less enthusiastic about Tramp than she did about a night out for the two of you. "Oh. He's... cute. Looks a little sickly. Did you pay money for him?"

Bradley was laughing as he said, "No, mom. Natasha found him in a drainage ditch, and I pulled him out."

"What a hero," you added, kissing his cheek.

"He's a stray?" Carole asked, looking scandalized. "He could have rabies."

You looked down to where Tramp's head was resting on your knee, big brown eyes looking back up at you like you hung the moon. "He doesn't have rabies!" Bradley replied, scratching the pup behind his ears. "Put dad on."

A second later, Goose was looking at Tramp and saying, "I don't know why your mom never let us get a dog. This one looks nice and loyal. Can't wait to meet him." And then Bradley's dad took your mind away from the pure happiness that was a dog in your lap and brought you back to reality. "Just a few more days until you deploy?"

"Yeah," Bradley told him. And then he kissed your forehead and stood with his phone. "I'll be right back," he told you, taking the phone outside. You didn't mind so much that he wanted to have a private conversation with his dad, but it left you curled up on the floor with your filthy dog. Bradley would be leaving for another deployment soon, and you hated the idea of it.

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You got drunk at the Hard Deck. It was Maria's birthday. You were supposed to be having a good time. But you missed Bradley too much, so you went outside to get some fresh air. Just a few more days without him. You could make it. Carole was flying out tomorrow morning to keep you company and see Bradley when he got home.

And that's when Josh joined you out on the deck. And maybe you should have had your guard up, but he was your coworker. So you smiled at him, expecting to joke around like you normally did. But then he was kissing you and touching you under your dress, and you couldn't figure out how to make your body move. It was all wrong. So, so wrong.

Jake was there, and he managed to help you put a stop to it, but all you could hear in your head as he and Bob drove you home was everything Josh said to you.

"I've been dying to do that for weeks. Haven't you? Couldn't wait to get you alone."

"You've been leading me on the whole time I've been here!"

"I can tell you want to fuck me."

You threw up on your front yard. You threw up everywhere. You were shaking, and it was so hard to breathe. "Bradley's going to be so mad at me," you said over and over again as tears streaked down your face.

"Calm down, Angel," Jake said as he guided you toward the couch and got you a glass of water. Bob took Tramp out for a little walk to wear him out, and you drank with shaky hands.

"He'll never trust me again, Jake."

"He's better than all that, Angel." And maybe Bradley was. But you felt like you deserved a punishment worthy of your crime: you hadn't listened to Bradley and Jake when they tried to warn you. And now you felt dirty inside.

And then it dawned on you that Carole would be arriving at the San Diego airport in the morning, and your tears only got worse. You tried your best to go to sleep while Tramp curled up in bed with you.

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You had aggressively scrubbed your skin twice. Once in the bath last night and again in the shower this morning. Your stomach and throat were aching from the tightness of your tears and the number of times you'd vomited. Bradley was never going to forgive you, and now you had to face his mom alone.

According to Jake, Bob was on his way back from the airport with Carole. He was sitting with you on the couch, one arm wrapped around you where you were bundled in a blanket. And you were holding onto Tramp like he was the last lifeline you had to your normal life before Bradley went away.

There were voices on your front porch, and you sucked in a deep breath as your front door was pushed open wide. "If something bad happened to her, then I'll take care of it," Carole was saying to Bob, her voice more shrill than you'd ever heard it before. "Oh... sweet girl."

Your face crumpled again. You knew you looked terrible right now as you counted down the hours until Bradley returned and started freaking out at you. But Carole just looked back and forth between you and Jake together on the couch, and you wanted to tell her that you didn't have eyes for anyone except her son. But when Jake stood, you watched Carole kiss his cheek as he murmured, "Mrs. Bradshaw."

She was still looking at you as you tucked your head against Tramp's neck and cried. "You two boys are sweet. But sometimes you just need a mom. I'll call you both later."

"Yes, Ma'am," Jake and Bob said in unison, and Jake kissed your forehead before they both left.

When the front door closed quietly behind them, you looked up to see Carole standing in front of you with her hands on her hips and a soft expression on her face.

You took a shaky breath and said, "I didn't mean for it to happen. Bradley is never going to forgive me." Your grip on Tramp tightened as he licked your face. And when Carole reached for you, he whined like he was trying to protect you.

"Well, first of all, clearly I judged Tramp a little too harshly. Looks like he's been taking good care of you," she said softly. And then she ran her hand gently along your cheek and wiped away your tears. "But second, oh my goodness... Bradley is in love with you. You spend five minutes talking to him, and he'll remind you how good he is. I'm sure of that. And this other character, the one you work with?" Carole shook her head, blue eyes shining bright with something like pride. "Let's just say Bradley's a lot like his father. And while I don't condone violence, there's something to be said about a man who protects his own. Your coworker shows up again while my son is around, and he's leaving in a right messy state, I don't care how big he is."

Then she knelt on the floor in front of you and let Tramp get used to her for a few seconds. Your voice sounded tiny as you said, "Bradley tried to warn me about him. So did Jake." You squeezed your eyes shut. "I thought they were both being overbearing. And now I have to live with the knowledge of what it feels like to have Josh touch me and hold me down while he kissed me."

You gasped for air as Carole pried your hands gently away from Tramp's fur. Her voice was calm, and her face serene as she spoke. "He touched you. And he kissed you. But if he hit you or touched you in an intimate place, then I think you should let me take you to the hospital."

"He didn't," you whispered, so thankful that Jake was there last night. "He didn't. God, if he had, then Bradley would definitely dump me and kick me out."

"I think you're wrong about that," Carole told you, collecting you into her arms. "But I sure am happy you don't have to find out. Now let's get you in the bath and get a good meal in you."

You nodded and let her fill the bathtub and help you undress. And Tramp sat on the bathmat while you enjoyed the feel of the warm water taking the chill away from your body. And you thought about Bradley coming home soon. If his own mother thought he'd hear you out and listen to what happened, then maybe he would. He'd been the perfect boyfriend up to this point.

Carole knocked and poked her head back in. "Just checking on you," she said with a soft smile.

"You can come in," you told her. "You don't have to knock. You just saw me naked. And anyway, I'm really happy you're here." Tears filled your eyes again, but for a different reason now.

"Oh, sweet girl, this is your house, not mine," she said, kissing you on the cheek. "Yours and Bradley's. And Tramp's, since he's been such a good boy." You watched your dog's tail as it thumped against the floor. "But I'm happy I'm here, too. Because I get to spend a little time with you. And then when Bradley gets home, you'll be feeling much, much better. I just know it. Now, what do you want in your omelette?"

You smiled and told her, and she promised it would be ready in fifteen minutes. And once you were dressed in Bradley's shirt and some sweatpants, you were feeling a lot better. And you were able to eat your breakfast. And Carole's voice in the house kept you calm. And you weren't as scared to face Bradley as you had been a few hours ago.

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DO IT AGAIN!

Synopsis: A day life of a husband of 11 years; A shortie Blurb.

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Harry and YN have been together for 11 years, believe it or not, and married for six years out of them, with three kids.

They're as in love with one another as day one.

Many still root for them to break up one day. Especially since both of them are in public eye so much, Harry being the new pop star and YN being director and former actress.

YN have decided to rather to not let anything phase her and just be happy in her very happy relationship. Especially now with their three kiddos.

YN decided to make a Reels videos. She stayed away from Tiktok but Instagram is equally addicting. She had set up her phone on a tripod she once bought to use for her Vogue skin care routine video and it was abandoned since then. It was before the pandemic when she didn't had any kids. She was stood in the hallway by the master bedroom door, testing a few shots on her phone.

"Oh am I in your way?" Harry caught her attention, he'd come back from dropping the kids at YN's parents' as they both wanted to have alone time. The camera was already rolling.

"No!" She gasped in excitement. "Come here, I need you!"

"We're going to film it this time?" He raised his eye brow with a cocky smirk on his face as he padded closer to her, "and they said romance is dead."

"Oh shush!" She stopped him. "I'm making a Reel. I want you to do something."

"What do you want me to do?" He stood in front of her, basically towering her as how tall he is.

"I want you to do that romance book boyfriend thing, where he grabs the girl by the waist and lifts her chin with his finger." She beamed at him at like an idiot, excited idiot to be exact. She showed him how to, wrapping her own arm around his waist and failing to follow up with the rest of the part.

The thing is, YN have been now addicted to reading, Porn on paper kinda romance novels. It wasn't surprising for him as she'd keep sending him these videos saying, she's adding those to the her to be read pile. Let's be honest the girl is horrible at keeping up with the lists, so whatever helps her.

And Harry likes to feed into her mew obsessions, he bought her a Kindle just because. Whatever makes her happy, is his motto. And she don't have to wait for the book to arrive in the mail anymore.

"God why did I saw this coming?" He chuckled, but followed through.

He wrapped his left arm around her waist pulling her flush against his chest as he pinned her to the wall, forefinger under her chin as he gently lift her head until their eyes met, staring for a few seconds as he slowly pressed a feathery kiss on her mouth. That was cherry on tip!

That really made her go weak in her knees and she almost fell on her bum if it wasn't for him holding onto her. He laughed adoringly at her reaction.

"You're adorable!" He managed to say between his giggles as he carefully stepped away from her, watching her go all red and nervous.

"Do it again!" She exclaimed whilst dying sheepishly. And he did.

It was hilarious this time though because YN kept squealing and somehow turned more red. He still had that effect on her. Harry placed a tender kiss on her cheek before he was reaching to stop the recording on her phone and he was carrying her into their bedroom.

"Now I don't want you to wake up in the middle of the night to show me something your imaginary boyfriend did." He placed her on their bed as he kneed his way forward to hover over her.

Yeah, she wakes him up more than their kids wake him up at night. They're all boys and Mummy is their favourite, as traditionally cliche it sounds, it's truth.

And to her advantage he's better in bed that any of the book boyfriends. She missed it, especially when there are two toddler knocking on their door in the middle of the night asking to sleep in their bed, a baby who needs diaper change and milk every three hours. Life is hectic.

"Oh that's never going to stop." She challenged him.

"Yeah? Well the good thing we dropped off the kids at your parents' today, isn't it?" He smirked cheekily as he dipped his head down to smear his mouth on hers.

And oh boy, oh boy, did she had a euphorically tiring afternoon!

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angelrari · 8 months

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gossip girl · pt. iv

based on the tv series gossip girl

max verstappen / charles leclerc x socialité!reader fc: elsa hosk (y/n) · taylor hill (léa) · barbara palvin (jolie)

a/n: hi! once again tysm for commenting and reading this! i've been having a hard time finding good max pictures alone. no hate towards her, but someone said kelly is like a living watermark and man they were right. anyway, i hope you enjoy this and good luck to everyone who's waking up early this weekend for the gp!! 🤍

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you had been welcome by a hostess who offered you a cold champagne flute. the busy atmosphere made it hard for you to spot your acquaintances, but luckily, you could see max and charles across the room. the monegasque was listening attentively to the dutchman, who was explaining something to him (very) passionately.

the notification sounds of your phone caught your attention. your sister jolie, who you had been trying to find, was texting you.

léa had always been complicated and you were sure that if it had been anyone else, things would have been a lot easier. it all started when you told her you were leaving monaco to study abroad. you had handled it privately and you did not tell her about your plans until everything was already decided. léa wanted you to be by her side and she did not take well the news. she started acting cold, not responding to your texts in days and she wouldn't answer your calls. somehow she had made you feel like you had betrayed her. and when you left, you decided to leave this friendship behind.

almost two years later, you had been told that léa was dating your ex-boyfriend, which caught you by surprise. she had never shown interest in charles, not in that way at least. she had been friendly with him while you were dating, but they never were close. not that you knew.

"hey, y/n". you heard someone call your name from behind. "you look gorgeous".

you turned around, knowing it was max just by the sound of his voice. he was wearing a black suit that fitted him perfectly. he looked handsome, more than how he usually did.

"hi max". you said smiling at him.

"i saw you standing here alone and i was wondering if you wanted to join us". he said and pointed at charles and lando, who had recently joined the conversation.

"yes, i'd love to". you replied. max put out his hand to you and you took it as he guided you to where your friends were. "i think we're seated together. for the dinner, i mean".

"yeah, arthur sent charles a picture of the seating chart". he explained and you chuckled. arthur and jolie were truly made for each other. "you know you can count on me if you want to run away again".

"is it too soon now?". you asked and he laughed.

"yeah, i think we're gonna have to wait a bit".

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the dinner went surprisingly well. max, who sat next to you, kept the conversation going, making sure he included you so you wouldn't feel left out. jolie and arthur joined him, explaining childhood memories you shared. lando listened to the three of them and actively participated in it. it was obvious that léa and charles felt the most uncomfortable. for the whole dinner, léa tried to pretend like you didn't exist, never looking at you or engaging when the conversation revolved around you and speaking directly to charles instead. the monegasque, on the other hand, listened to his friends, but kept checking on his girlfriend. if you could only talk to léa and solve this, but it wouldn't be that easy.

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save your tears by the weeknd was playing, drink in hand, you danced to the beat. the alcohol had started to have its effect on you, clouding your mind and helping you loosen up. from the dance floor, you could see charles and léa who were outside talking.

"they've been arguing for like an hour". arthur said from behind and you turned around to face him. "i don't get them".

"what do you mean?". you asked.

"i don't think charles is in love with her, at least from what i've seen". he explained. "you know, i can't help but compare it to how he acted when you were dating. look, i know it's not the same, since he's not a teenager anymore, but- i don't know, he just looks uninterested".

"arthur, y/n!". you heard lando call out. "come here! shoots!".

max, lando, carlos, alex and jolie waited for you, shoot in hand, to join them. a few shoots after, laughter and chatter filled the atmosphere. alex and lando danced to the music, attracting the attention from all of the group. max had moved to by your side to let his friends dance comfortably.

"you should go join them". you said and max smiled at you. god, he was so attractive when he smiled.

"only if you do too". he replied. you guessed he thought you wouldn't want to join them, but he was wrong, you craved a bit of chaos.

"right, let's go!".

you grabbed his right hand and brought him closer to his friends. his left hand found its way to the end of your back as you pulled him closer to you. you could tell dancing wasn't his thing, but he loosened up as he moved his body with yours. you could feel his breath on your neck and it gave you goosebumps, but you could also feel the stares of the attendees looking at the two of you.

"everyone's starring". you pointed out.

"let them". he whispered in your ear.

you chuckled at his words, trying to hide the real effect these had on you. he spun you around and held you closer. his masculine cologne filled your lungs and your heart started racing. you would've stayed a long time in his arms, but you saw charles storm into the room and you separated from max. charles came directly towards you.

"i'm leaving". charles announced, without giving any explanations.

"hey, charles!". you said to stop him from moving. "and léa?".

"honestly, i don't care". he replied, shrugging his shoulders. "good night, y/n. max, take care of her".

charles left the event in a rush, without saying goodbye to his acquaintances. he was angry, you could tell, otherwise he would have never acted like that with his girlfriend, and that worried you. you couldn't understand what was going on.

"i think i'm gonna find léa". you told max. "i can't stay here without knowing if she's alright".

"i'll go too".

you searched every single room of the building, from the bathrooms to the staff only rooms, and, ten minutes after, you spotted léa. she was sitting in the cold on the staircase of the back the building. her head rested on her knees and her arms hugged her legs. you looked at max, who replicated your worried face expression, and came closer to her.

"léa, hey, are you okay?". you asked crouching down to face her. max, who had been holding your hand for the whole time, didn't let go of it.

"don't". she said. her eyes were teary and her face red. you could tell she had been crying. "everything was fine and you came and wrecked it all. you should leave monaco again".

those words struck through you like a knife and froze you in place. you didn't understand what was the reason behind her words, but you didn't have the courage to ask. max pulled your arm softly, helping you stand up again.

"let's leave, y/n". max said. "don't waste your time".

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thisisjustmefangirling · 1 month

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Merlin rewatch : 2x09 "The lady of the lake"

Freya must have been so cold wearing these rags…

Gaius, your acceptance/resignation towards people being sold for a price if they have magic freaks me out.

As if Merlin was going to let a defenseless looking girl stay in that cage… Especially someone with magic. He feels empathy for them.

Is that the first time we're seeing the Rising sun tavern ?

Oh Merlin is using so many spells in a few minutes, I'm loving it…

"Here, I thought you might be cold."

"I just saw you and… It could have been me, in that cage".

WHY is Merlin not stealing from the kitchens instead of bringing Arthur a rotten apple and a stale piece of bread ? The NERVE ?! I wouldn't have given this to anyone, even less my BOSS, a PRINCE.

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Arthur's indignation : "I am fighting fit!"

I think this is where we're getting started with the fatphobic jokes…

Arthur has scratches/scars on his chest ? Where did he get that ?

Merlin giving Arthur "Sire" because he knows he fucked up…

Oh Freya was a druid ?

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Merlin !!!! How did you not realise that that bathwater was BOILING and could COOK ARTHUR TO DEATH ?

"You need to warn them, Sire. The girl is dangerous. My informer told me she was cursed."

"How so ?"

"He didn't know. But he said even the druids were frightened of her. They cast her out of their camp."

So Freya is an outcast. Just like Merlin, in some way. Merlin is so powerful it'd be easy to be afraid of him once he's mature enough. He's not part of the druids. Neither is Freya.

Add butter to that bread and cheese and you get un jambon-beurre haha.

"Believe me, it's fit for a prince" hahaha no shit Merlin !

"He knows but I'm not sure he understands". => Merlin about Gaius knowing about Merlin's magic.

"Magic is not a curse. It can be a gift!" Oh baby in 1x01 you feared you were a monster ?

Merlin is lying to Gaius' face and his very inquisitive eyes…

Merlin stealing Arthur's food is supposed to be a joke, okay, but I'm not sure I like it now. Arthur is being deprived of a good breakfast and lunch. He'll be cranky come evening. Give him food.

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"Merlin is my servant, he has my absolute trust. If you have a problem with him, you come to me. Do you understand ?"

This line is doing things to my heart, oh la la…

The fact that Arthur doesn't question Merlin AT ALL about his strange behaviour, they just bicker about the stolen sausages and Arthur's weight and then Merlin just… leaves. And goes straight to see Freya.

"I scare most people away" Freya you deserve better…

"You can't always trust people."

"I know. That's why I left home."

Merlin :/ Babe <3

Let it be remembered that Merlin can make flowers appear, but not food.

"With you, I can just be who I am. We don't have to hide anything. I don't have to worry."

"Being different is nothing to be scared of".

AND THAT SINGLE TEAR ROLLING DOWN HIS CHEEK !

Awww Merlin behaving like a lovesick puppy <3

This is the first time Merlin even THINKS about leaving Camelot. He's known Freya for two days. He's just really desperate to be known for who he really is, and to be free…

Moths and woodworms : the "reasons" why Merlin is snooping into closets and bedside tables he should not be touching at all.

"Running an errand for Gaius" : excuse number 1 for weird shit and secret missions Merlin is doing.

Arthur not giving a fuck about Merlin possibly crossdressing for fun in his spare time : "As long as you do a decent day's work, Merlin, that's all I care about. […] What a man does in his spare time is completely up to him". And then the compliment : "colour suits you Merlin".

This is day three now.

"We can leave tonight, as soon as it gets dark, and we can be together".

Horses, blankets and food and they won't need more. A second kiss, and goodbye. Freya doesn't have the heart to tell him.

"There was a time when you thought twice about lying to me".

Yet Merlin said "Of course not!" which such an air of sincerity… Oh yeah, he's turning into a really good liar…

Mais Gaius t'es tellement une grosse balance, t'es là à lécher les pompes d'UTHER au lieu de régler le problème avec Merlin !

"You can never understand. Do you know how it feels to be a monster? To be afraid of who you are ?"

"Freya is very different from you. She's dangerous."

Oh I didn't remember Arthur saw her in her human form ! Lol he's just there blinking as she's turning into a bastet…

I can't freaking believe Arthur's guards and knights are running away while Arthur is trying to fight the bastet !

MERLIN ! You almost crushed Arthur to death !

He's petting her head ???

OH is Freya a rape survivor, forced to kill people by the mother of her rapist ? That's so fucked up…

"Please go."

"No. I'm not leaving you here".

The PARALLELS with Arthur's dying moments !

"One day, Merlin, I will repay you. I promise". Okay but do we actually see that happen in the next seasons ? I don't remember her.

What I do remember from years ago is directors saying that Colin held that level of intensity and sadness for hours in the rain for those lake scenes.

It's the first time he has to light a funeral pyre for a friend and it sadly won't be the last…

That last scene with Arthur always gets to me. Arthur might be oblivious to a lot of things but he pays attention to Merlin more than Merlin might think, I'd say.

"Something's been upsetting you, hasn't it ?"

Arthur has seen Merlin doing the weirdest things in the past four days or so : stealing his food, calling him fat, giving him stale food to eat, stealing a dress, being accused of hiding a druid… And he doesn't accuse Merlin of anything himself. He thinks "Oh, Merlin has been upset. I must find out why. Maybe it's because of me." and then he sort of apologises and when words fail him, he uses action to make Merlin smile again. Because seeing Merlin smile, as we'll learn in the next seasons ("I haven't seen you smile in the past three days") is important to Arthur. Because he cares. Another thing that gets to me is that when Merlin is sitting upset doing his chores, Arthur usually comes to sit next to him, at his eye level, or even UNDER his eye level sometimes. Yet, a Prince should never be sitting at a lower level than a servant or any lesser noble. He gives himself the look of a listener, and he's bad with words and feelings (because of his father's shitty education) but he TRIES.

Last episode was Arthur centric, with Arthur showing his most intimate thoughts and feelings to/in front of Merlin : his grief and guilt about his mother's death, his rage at the idea that his father was responsible for her death, that he was a hypocrite and a liar... This episode was Merlin centric. I wonder what next episode will be like.

This episode was really good at exploring Merlin's feelings about his magic, his identity as a warlock, his sense of loneliness at the heart of Camelot. Gaius cares about him but is still loyal to Uther, and Merlin is not sure Gaius really understands him and what it's like to be a warlock. Arthur... Merlin cares about Arthur and Arthur cares about him, but Merlin knows that he could end up in a cage just like Freya. And I think a part of him might resent Arthur for it. Or at least, at the end of the episode, he's tired of his chores... But no wonder. Your crush is killed by your soulmate, and you still have to show up at work the next day and shine his boots ?

#bbc merlin #merlin rewatch #the lady of the lake #freya #Youtube

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ask-james-madison-stuff · 2 months

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Josephine Payne

(My fankid of James Madison and Doley Madison when James left Doley she was pregnant but Doley but never told James and Doley raised Josephine making her believe James abandoned them so she is acting like a bitch to Caroline but Caroline doesn’t say anything about Josephine to her dads but she also didn’t knew Josephine was her half sister)

Josephine:

- That fucker is back!

Diane(Josephine’s girlfriend):

-Yeah, I thought he was gone for good too

Josephine:

-It’s been so long!!!

Diane:

-You still pissed she almost beat you that time?

Josephine:

-Uh, fuck you!

Diane:

-Just saying

Josephine:

-Things have changed a lot since she left town!

Diane:

-That's for sure

Josephine:

-I gotta send a message of who's really in charge of things now

(sung)

Welcome home

I'm gonna make you wish that you'd stayed gone

Say hello to a new status quo

Everyone knows that there's a brand new dawn

Turn the TV on!

*Josephine opens her life stream*

Diane spoken:

-Camera speeds

Rolling in three, two

Background music:

-Welcome to the show!

Josephine:

-Top of the hour, and we're discussing a certain has-been

Who has been spotted cavorting around town

Background music:

-Welcome to the show

Josephine:

-After a seven-year absence

Did anybody miss her?

Did anybody notice?

More on tonight's program!

So, the Treasury States

is back in town

Why is she hanging around?

What does that mean for your family?

Well handily, I've got good news

She's a loser, a fossil

And I don't mean to sound hostile, but the Girl is a coward!

You can take that as gospel

Pulling my viewers? Impossible

I'm visual, she's barely audible

Stop giving her the time of day, don't listen to a word she say

I hope she had a nice vacay, but she should've stayed away

While she hid in Italy, we've pivoted to video

Now her medium is getting bloody rare

America been better since she split

Where's she been? Who gives a shit?

Caroline enters the chat:

-Salutations!

Good to be back on the air

Yes, I know it's been a while

Since someone with style treated America to a broadcast

People, rejoice!

Josephine:

-What a dated voice!

Caroline:

-Instead of a clout-chasing mediocre video podcast

Josephine:

-Come on!

Caroline:

-Is Josephine insecure, pursuing allure?

Flitting between this fad and that, is nothing working?

Josephine:

-Ignore her chirping!

Caroline:

-Every day, she's got a new format!

Josephine:

-You're looking at a queen, she's the shit that comes before that!

Caroline:

-Is Josephine as strong as she purports?

Or is it based on her support?

She'd be powerless without her Mommy and Gal!

Josephine:

-Oh, please!

Caroline:

-And here's the sugar on the cream she told me I ruined her life

Josephine:

-H-hold on!

Caroline:

-I said Whatever now she's pissy

That's the tea!

Josephine’s camera glitching:

-You old-timey prick, I'll show you suf-ffering

Caroline:

-Uh oh, the Star is buffering!

Josephine:

-I'll destroy you, yo-ou lit-tle—

Josephine camera lost its signal and ended

Caroline opens her live stream:

-I'm afraid you've lost your signal

Let's begin

I'm gonna make you wish that I'd stayed gone, tune on in

When I'm done, your status quo will know its race is run

Oh, this will be fun

Caroline said than ending the livestream smirking

(*wheezing due to how funny this is* also that's interesting! way to make Thomas and James look bad though-)

*James was working in his office and for some reason he got a glimpse of that live stream and saw Josephine, it shocked him how much that kid looked like him which has him overthinking now*

#hamilton #ask blog #hamilton musical #hamilton rp #james madison #asks open #send asks #ask me anything #thomas jefferson #role play #jeffmads family shenanigains

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d1xonss · 3 months

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Desert Rose

Chapter 37 ~ Welcome Back

✧ Pairing : Daryl Dixon x Rose

✧ Era : Season 3

✧ Word Count : 6.2k

In this chapter ~ Even after Daryl was reunited with the group alongside his brother, Glenn and Rose continued to stay at each other's throats after all the built up anger from recent events. The group continued to stew over what the plan would be to fix the mess the Governor left behind, not even knowing if there was a solution. Rose's skepticism led to her having an interesting conversation with Merle, along with an unexpected guest arriving through their broken gates.

"If you stayed on that watchtower, you could've warned Hershel to get out of there faster!" Glenn screamed at me.

"If you had never left, you would've been able to help us take down those assholes who tore through our fucking gates!" I screamed back at him.

He scoffed, "So, you're saying this is my fault?"

"You saying it's mine?" I retorted.

"If you had actually been responsible for once, you would've-"

"Hey!" Daryl quickly cut him off, "I ain't gonna let ya talk to her like that, she was actually here helpin out!" he stepped in, gesturing wildly with his hands.

Glenn was practically unphased by his volume, turning to look at him as he only scoffed to himself, "Oh yeah? And where were you?" he asked.

I knocked his shoulder back harshly upon hearing that, "Oh you do not want to go there." I said coldly.

"Enough!" Rick yelled as he stepped in between us.

My breathing was heavy as I felt like my heart was going to explode. I don't think I've been this worked up in a very long time, and it surprised me immensely that Glenn was the cause of it. It seemed like the second we made it into the cellblock and he realized I wasn't keeping watch, he turned into this raging asshole, pointing fingers left and right about who was to blame. The others had just been silently watching our little fighting match with wide eyes, it was like their free entertainment. And I could tell Merle was getting a kick out of it from just outside of the gated door he was locked behind.

I shoved past Rick's arm, completely ignoring him as if he hadn't said anything at all, "At least I stayed put while you were out chasing The Govenor who was here the whole goddamn time!"

"I wanted to end this!" he yelled.

"We all want to end this, Glenn! Just because you were the one who got beat up by that jackass over there, doesn't mean you get to take control of whatever you want!"

"Hey." Merle said defensively.

Glenn looked like his head was going to explode, "Oh you are such a b-" he began to say, stopping himself suddenly.

"Say it! Oh, please say it! I'm a bitch? You can't own up to anything, biting people's heads off left and right, but I'm the fucking bitch?"

"I said enough!" Rick yelled again as he shoved us apart. He glanced back and forth between the two of us in slight disbelief, turning back towards me to speak lower than before, "Do I have to lock you out of here?"

My eyes narrowed at him in slight offense, "I'm not the problem."

"Then prove it." he snapped.

My eyes narrowed but I raised my hands in surrender, leaning up further against the wall to see where it would go from here. What genius plan Rick would somehow come up with to save all of our asses that we hadn't already ruled out. But by the looks of it, no one knew what to do now. They practically trapped us in here now with how many walkers were now filling the fields.

After Rick followed my movements, making sure I wasn't going to snap again, he turned towards everyone else, "We're not leaving."

"We can't stay here." Hershel argued.

"What if there's another sniper, a wood pallet won't stop one of those rounds."

Beth stepped up, "We can't even go outside."

"If Rick says we aren't running, we aren't running." Glenn said matter-of-factly.

My eyes rolled to the back of my head involuntary as Merle knocked his metal hand on the door separating the common room and the cellblock, grabbing all of our attention, "No, better to live like rats. Just here to apparently give y'all the reality check you need."

"You got a better idea?" Rick asked.

"Yeah, we should've slid out of here last night and lived to fight another day. But we lost that window now didn't we. I'm sure he's got scouts on every road out of this place by now." he said bluntly.

Daryl scoffed from next to me, "We ain't scared of that prick."

"Y'all should be," Merle replied, "That truck through the fence thing, that was just him ringin the doorbell. We might have some thick walls to hide behind, but he's got the guns and the numbers. And if he takes the high ground around this place, shit he could just starve us out if he wanted to."

Maggie's anxiety grew upon hearing that, tapping her crossed arms nervously as she snapped, "Let's put him in the other cellblock."

"No, he's gotta point." Daryl defended.

She shook her head vigorously, "This is all you! You started this!" she yelled at the older Dixon.

"What's the difference whose fault it is? What matters is what we do next, so what do we do?" Beth asked.

"I said we should leave, now Axel's dead. We can't just sit here." Hershel stated.

Rick shook his head slowly and started to walk away wordlessly as if the conversation was anywhere near done, running away the second he was hearing things he didn't want to hear. But he needed to hear them, process them, and move on because that's just how it was. It was already too late to prevent the attack that already happened, we just needed a solid plan on what to do next, one that he apparently wasn't ready to discuss.

Though the second he made it towards the door, getting out his keys to unlock it, Hershel seemed to be just as fed up as I was. He stood up swiftly from his spot on the stairs, crutches under his arms as he yelled, "Get back here!"

The man stopped completely in his tracks upon hearing his scream echo, hearing him now moving over to him to speak more gently, "You're slipping Rick. We've all seen it, and we understand why. But now is not the time, you once said this isn't a democracy and now you have to own up to that...I put my family's life in your hands. So, get your head clear, and do something."

Only silence followed. And after that, he left. He left us all in the most awkward silence you could imagine as he couldn't seem to process the sudden reality. But I wasted no time heading up into my cell to cool off after watching him just give up for the day. Everyone was on edge and then pushing each other more and more, and I was too tired to keep arguing back and forth like we always seemed to do lately.

I fell back onto the mattress dramatically with a breath, hearing hushed voices from outside but not bringing myself to care enough to pay attention. Leaning back further against the wall, I shut my eyes for a few moments to try and clear my head, to try and wipe the conversation clean from my mind. It was all so frustrating that I couldn't bring myself to think about it anymore, even if I was alone.

The voices from outside eventually dwindled down and stopped completely, leading me to assume that they had all left the cellblock to busy themselves with something else. But I still wasn't completely alone in the space. Footsteps seemed to echo down past each room on the second floor, slowing down before stopping directly in front of mine, hearing them then make their way inside.

I opened my eyes just in time to see Daryl walking over and sitting down on the edge of the bed, reaching back to brush his fingers across my legs gently. He then caught my gaze after a moment or two, neither one of us saying a word as I slowly sat up to face him better. But he didn't seem to hesitate once I had moved, leaning forward a bit to gently grasp my chin, pulling me closer until our lips touched.

I exhaled deeply through my nose as I pulled him closer, feeling him again was something that I never thought would happen. But yet here he was. I almost still couldn't get over the fact that he had come back, leaving my utterly speechless when I saw a glimpse of his face again. His face to which I only thought I would have to look back on in memories and dreams, not being able to actually see him looking right back at me. But yet...here he was.

He was the first to break away, but not without coming back a few more times to place light pecks on my lips as if he couldn't get enough, "...I missed ya so much." he whispered.

I felt myself smirk, "Oh yeah? How much?" I teased.

He rolled his eyes, "A lot. I couldn't stop thinkin about ya."

"I couldn't stop thinking about you either," I muttered while tracing my thumb lightly over his cheekbone, "I love you so much."

His cheeks bloomed a shade of red, "I love you." he replied instantly, pulling me in again to kiss me deeply.

He seemed to lift me with ease without breaking away, getting me to straddle his hips as I seemed to crave him even more, pulling him in closer by the collar on his shirt, desperate to feel him. My hands roamed around his arms and neck, trying to memorize every dip and curve that he had so I would never forget. He then broke away again after a few seconds of bliss, placing kisses all over my face just to get me to laugh, like he always did, and it always worked.

"God, I missed that sound," he whispered after I let out a light laugh, "And I missed yer pretty face."

A smile stretched across my lips at his sweet words, only causing me to laugh again as I let my mind wander, "What?" he asked curiously.

"Nothing," I shook my head, "You're just a big softie, that's all." I teased, moving his growing hair away from his forehead.

He scoffed as he gently pinched my sides, "Shut up." he muttered.

I laughed as I pushed his hands away to stop tickling me, but my amusement seemed to falter the smallest bit as a question popped up in my head. One I didn't even know if I wanted the answer to. "So...you want to tell me what happened out there?" I finally asked.

His smile fell slightly but he nodded his head as he leaned further to trace patterns on my thighs that were planted on either side of him, beginning to tell me everything.

He told me about his first night back in the woods and everything that Merle said to him, about how he claimed I didn't really love him. My face dropped a little upon hearing that, but he reassured me he didn't let it bother him in the slightest, pushing the thought out of his mind completely. I ran my fingers gently through his hair as I only quietly listened, hearing him talk about the group that he saved the very next day and his fight with Merle. And the worst part, the fight with him seemed to get a little out of hand as he managed to see the scars all over his back.

"I was wondering why your shirt was ripped." I spoke softly.

I watched as he nodded, "Yeah..." he breathed, "It's the first time he's even seen em."

My brows furrowed slightly as I thought, "Really?"

He scoffed, tilting his head back to look at me better, "Ya really see me confidin to my awesome brother bout somethin like that?" he asked sarcastically.

"No." I said with a shake of my head, "It's just...why-"

But I didn't even need to finish my question, like he knew exactly what I was going to say and had his answer already planned out. "Cause yer my girl Rosie, I trust ya. Trust ya more than anyone...especially bout things like this."

My heart swelled at his words. Even though we had been together for quite some time, it's still nice to hear how important you are to someone. And in these past few minutes alone, Daryl had shown me just how important I was to him, how much he had missed me, and how much he trusted me.

I didn't say anything else, mostly because I didn't need to. My actions were speaking much louder as I pulled him back into me, crashing my lips against his own. I still couldn't wrap my head around the fact that we were together again, in each other's arms and soaking up every second that we could.

At this moment in time, I didn't care about the threats from The Governor, or my fight with Glenn, or anything else. All I cared about was him as we slowly got lost in each other's touch.

My breathing was still slowing down, my skin slightly sticky with sweat, feeling myself slowly dozing off as I listened to Daryl's steady breathing from behind me, tickling the back of my neck. A smirk traced my lips as I felt him instinctively pull me closer, hugging my waist tightly and only bringing it more towards his chest. Though somehow, he noticed how I was just on the brink of falling asleep, raising his head to whisper in my ear.

"Don't fall asleep." his voice vibrated through his chest, enough to send shivers down my spine.

I smiled to myself as I shook my head, "I'm just resting my eyes."

He hummed in response before starting to leave light kisses on my shoulder, making his was back down towards my neck, nipping and sucking softly.

I sighed in content, "You really did miss me, huh?"

He chuckled, "Woman, you have no idea." he muttered before his lips busied themselves again.

A sudden burst of energy coursed through me the second he hit a certain spot below my ear, causing me to flip around and straddle his waist. I leaned down to capture his lips in a deep kiss, hearing him let out a sound of surprise before he was smiling against my mouth. He only pulled me up closer, gripping my hips with his big, calloused hands as I could subtly feel him get excited all over again beneath me.

But I stopped my movements completely when I heard voices coming back in the cellblock, loudly bouncing off the walls. I broke the kiss and looked over my shoulder towards the door, hearing him let out a low groan at the loss contact while his hands moved up and down my waist absentmindedly.

I turned back once I realized they weren't leaving anytime soon, pecking his lips before leaning down towards his ear to whisper, "Don't worry, we'll finish this later." leaving another lingering kiss on his jawline before getting up to gather my clothes.

I moved up and off the squeaky mattress to pick up my clothes off the ground, slipping my underwear back on, knowing he hadn't made any effort to move yet from just behind me. Just simply laying there with his eyes glued to my frame, I didn't even have to turn around as I could practically feel his gaze. Though as I finally got my pants back on, struggling to clasp my bra, I turned around to face him again, seeing the huge grin he had on his face and I couldn't help but smile back.

"What?" I asked playfully as I finally got it hooked.

He shrugged, "Yer just so beautiful."

My cheeks flushed slightly, "Thank you." I muttered a bit bashfully before throwing my shirt on over my head.

He stood up then after watching me for as long as he could, moving around quickly to get dressed now so we could head out and see what was happening downstairs. All of their voices seemed loud and rushed, like they were formulating some kind of plan for the time being that we surely needed to be a part of. Once he was finally finished, he kissed my forehead lightly before I started to walk towards the doorway to leave, but stopping in my tracks once I felt a light pinch on my ass.

I whipped around to look at him in mock surprise, seeing him with a lopsided grin as he held his hands up in surrender, trying his best to look innocent or something. I rolled my eyes, reaching around to push him in front of me so he would be walking down first instead so I would be safe for any other sneak attacks he had in mind.

We walked down the steps to see Rick telling Glenn, Maggie, Michonne, and Hershel what he saw when he took watch outside, describing in detail how much work would have to be put in when rebuilding the fence. He told Maggie to take the next shift, and then made his way over to the rest of us.

"Field's filled with walkers, didn't see any snipers out there, but we'll keep Maggie on watch..." Rick informed briefly before pausing suddenly, "Where the hell have you two been?" he asked, pointing at us.

I saw Daryl's face get beet red, but I was quick to answer, "Checking the tunnels again for walkers that might've slipped in, we just got back." I was surprised how easily the lie slipped off my tongue.

He didn't question anything and just nodded his head silently, Daryl awkwardly clearing his throat, "I'll uh...get up in the guard tower, take out half them walkers and give these guys a chance to fix the fence."

"Or use some of the cars to put the bus in place." Michonne suggested.

Hershel sighed, "We can't access the field without burning through our bullets."

"So, we're trapped in here," Glenn piped in not looking in my direction, "There's barely any food or ammo." he spoke angerly.

"Been here before, we'll be alright." Daryl reassured him.

"That's when it was just us, before there was a snake in the nest." Glenn snapped.

I sighed and felt the headache start to form as I knew what was about to go down. But seeing my actions got his attention and he just rolled his eyes at me at the fact that I apparently breathed wrong around him.

Daryl stepped closer to him, "Man, we gonna go through this again? Look Merle's stayin here, he's with us now. Get used to it, all y'all."

He didn't yell at Glenn, but I could tell his comment about Merle got to him as there was honest hurt in his voice. After he spoke, he headed out of the cellblock, storming past the things in his way while we all watched him leave, seeing he needed a minute to himself.

Though Glenn was quick to turn back to Rick, spitting out his opinion like he always seemed to do, "Seriously Rick, I don't think Merle living here is going to fly." he snapped.

"It's not your decision." I fired back.

His head spun towards me, "You're not a part of this discussion."

I scoffed, "Why the hell not?"

"Because you're clearly biased on the situation." he spat.

I was taken aback by his comment, and he could tell, he looked guilty as soon as he said it, "You think just because I'm with Daryl I can't think for myself and have my own opinion about this?" I asked angrily, "What the hell would you like us to do, Glenn? Throw him out there, let him fed for himself out in that field, he wouldn't last two seconds."

He shook his head, "No, that's not what I meant."

"He's stuck here with the rest of us." I said as I ignored his comment, "Whether your prideful ass attitude likes it or not." I snapped before storming out of the cellblock as well, needing to get far away from him before I said something I would truly regret.

I went straight through the main area, shoving my way past a door that led to a back room without even thinking twice about it. Slamming the door behind me, I just leaned my back up against it and sighed to myself with my hands over my face, trying to collect my thoughts.

But then a loud cackle suddenly erupted from the back corner of the room, making me jump out of my skin to only see Merle making himself comfortable on a nearby bench.

"Oh, didn't mean to scare ya there sweetheart." he chuckled again.

I rolled my eyes at the man and didn't say anything to him as I folded my arms around my middle, trying not to make eye contact with him as I had apparently dug myself into a hole here. I stayed completely silent as the air grew awkward and almost tense. But apparently, he was uncomfortable with the silence as he kept talking.

"So, do I officially get to meet the girl my baby brother's so smitten for?" he asked with a cocky tone.

Sighing to myself, I did the slow walk of shame the rest of the way over to him as I stuck out my hand, "Rose." I introduced.

"Merle." he said with a grin while taking my hand and giving it a firm shake.

He let go after a moment and I took a seat further away from him as we sat in silence for a few minutes. I could feel his eyes on me, like he was trying to pick me apart, but I knew with the bored expression I had on my face that he wouldn't find anything. I didn't even know what he was trying to accomplish.

He suddenly took in a breath, "So...what brings ya in here? I wouldn't think you would come venture out just to talk to little ole me."

I laughed sarcastically, "Right...I just came in here for some peace and quiet for a second."

"You have a cellblock for that." he pointed out.

I rolled my eyes, "Well, the issue happens to be in the cellblock so..."

He nodded his head, "Glenn?"

There were a few beats of silence as I didn't exactly answer him, but he already knew. "Ya know, it's good that he's angry. Not at you...but in general. It's gonna come in handy when The Governor comes back."

My brows furrowed a little, "What do you mean?"

He scooted a bit closer, "Maybe if he used that anger on The Governor's men, y'all will have a fighting chance. Maybe some of y'all might actually stay alive."

"I appreciate your confidence in us, thank you." I muttered sarcastically while looking away from him.

He hesitated and stopped for a moment, almost as if trying to piece together what he wanted to say, before he finally spit it out. "The Governor will kill me first when he comes back," he started, "Michonne, my brother, then Hershel and his girls, Glenn, Carl, that baby...then you."

I chill went down my spine as he listed in order how the mad man would kill us all, and yet he continued, "He'll save Rick for last, so he can watch his family and friends die painfully. That's who you're dealing with."

I wanted to say something, maybe even argue with him that he was wrong and that we were going to win this whole thing. But I knew he was right, considering he knew The Governor the best out of all of us. I didn't want him to see how scared I truly was of this man. Shit I didn't want anyone to see that. But I was. And it made me feel weak.

As if reading my mind, he spoke again, "I can tell you're scared. I can see it in your eyes, and all I'm saying is you should be. I'm not trying to scare ya. I'm trying to warn ya. Maybe shine a light on how sick he really is, because I don't think you people get it."

We sat there looking at each other for a few minutes as I let myself think. I didn't want him to be right, but I also didn't want to have false hope. For a split second I thought Merle was just trying to get in my head like he did with Daryl a few days ago. But something in my gut told me he wasn't, and he was just telling the truth. Warning me in a way that would get through my head.

I stood up suddenly, finding I had nothing to say, and turning to head outside and maybe take watch for a few hours and make myself useful, but his voice stopped me. "You're not listening. I'm ain't gonna tell ya what ya want to hear girl."

My hand fell on the door handle as I stopped to turn and face him one last time, "Oh believe me, I'm listening." I said calmly before turning to head out of the space, leaving him alone once more.

I made my way through the common room and out the heavy door towards where I knew Maggie was sitting and taking watch right now. Walking past Carl, I waved towards him before I headed over to where Maggie was placed up close near the fence, walking louder so I wouldn't scare her.

"Want some company?" I asked while grabbing the spare gun and taking a seat.

She slightly glanced over her shoulder at me with a small nod, "Sure."

My smile dropped suddenly and I could tell something was off about her almost instantly, and I had a feeling it was about how Glenn and I fought earlier. We were practically about to claw each other's eyes out if Rick didn't step in between us.

"Are you mad at me?" I asked.

"No. No...I'm not mad at you." she said while still not looking at me.

I sighed, "If this is about Glenn-"

"It's not," she cut me off calmly, "I mean it is, but it isn't. I'm just...I'm tired of seein all of us yelling at each other all the time now. Constantly at each other's throats."

I nodded in agreement as I looked out to the field, "Yeah well, that asshat of a Governor has been making it easier and easier to flip out on each other."

"You got that right." she muttered, "But that's what he wants."

"I know...I just hope we can make it through this." I said a bit quieter than before.

Her head turned toward me quickly as she heard my hesitance about this whole thing, her face dropping in concern, "What makes you think we can't?"

I gestured around us, "This. This is just the tip of the iceberg." I said as I scanned around, really getting a good look at all the damage he did.

Her eyes narrowed, "There's more." she pushed.

I sighed heavily, "...I talked to Merle."

"Oh God, why would you put yourself through that?"

I let out a laugh, "I don't know. I didn't necessarily seek him out...it's just, he knows The Governor better than anyone else here. It's hard not to believe him, you know?"

"Alright, I get that." she agreed, "But you gotta have a little more faith than that. Because Merle may know The Governor well, but he doesn't know us. He doesn't know what we can do, what we're capable of."

I smiled lightly, "Yeah, I guess that's true."

She smiled back as we both silently turned to look out and see the walkers that now surrounded us. It brought my mood down seeing all of the walking corpses that now filled our field, one that we tried so hard to keep secure. But it only seemed to motivate the rest of us more seeing the things that he destroyed. The things he so easily took away.

But I suddenly raised the scope of my gun up to my eye when I caught sight of something in the distance, movement coming up the gravel road. My eyes widened a little as a gasp left my lips once it all registered in my mind. It was Andrea, holding onto a walker and trying to make her way through up to the prison. Maggie followed my line of sight when she noticed my movements, and once she saw what I was looking at, her gaze whipped back towards me with concern behind her eyes.

She looked back to Carl and waved him back towards the prison, "It's Andrea, go get Rick!" she yelled, and we watched as he nodded before quickly running off.

A few seconds barely passed before Rick, Daryl, Merle, and Michonne came out of the prison with their weapons drawn. Merle ran a little ways ahead of him and once I heard him say "clear" I ran up with them as they rushed closer towards the gate. I had the gun still in my hands and now aimed it around the area, double checking to make sure she was just by herself, and this wasn't a trap. None of us could take that chance right now.

"Are you alone?" Rick yelled.

"Open the gate." she said breathlessly.

"Are you alone?!" he asked again, his eyes scanning over everything behind her head.

She had a shocked look on her face as more walkers started to notice her, "Rick!" she yelled pleadingly.

He sighed and tossed his keys to Daryl who was the closest to the gate, so he could quickly unlock it for her. They pulled the gate open and she threw the walker she was using as a shield off to her left and quickly jogged inside. I could tell Rick was pissed and wasn't having it at all, and honestly the thought crossed my mind that he was going to leave her out there. But then again another part of him seemed curious as to why she was back, and he clearly wanted to know why.

"Hands up, turn around!" he yelled and pushed her up against the fence.

I could hear the confusion in her voice as she questioned them, but I didn't pay too much attention. My eyes just scanned the trees around us, making sure no other surprises would pop out just as they did last time. Though once I was sure there was no one else around, I turned back to face them, seeing Andrea was now on her knees as Rick continued to search her.

She then suddenly caught my eye, gesturing over to the man, "You're really going to let him do this to me?" she asked.

I shrugged, "I don't really care." I said bluntly.

Her mouth fell open slightly as I tore her bag off of her and threw it a good distance away in case she tried anything. I didn't trust her anymore after what Merle briefly told us. Hell, I hardly really trusted her even when she was a part of our group.

After Rick was done searching her, he pulled her up roughly to her feet, "Welcome back." he muttered in the most unwelcoming tone I've ever heard.

We then all made our way back inside the prison to go into the common room, to see what she wanted. I watched as she immediately hugged Carol the moment she caught sight of her, and they stayed wrapped around each other for a little bit while the rest of us piled in. I leaned up against the wall, with the gun still in my hands, waiting patiently for her to start talking.

"Where'd ya go?" I heard a voice ask from beside me.

I looked to over see Daryl coming up next to me with a small smile on his face, "I just had to get away from Glenn...I ended up talking with your brother for a minute before going outside to keep watch with Maggie."

"You talked to Merle?" he asked in confusion.

I scoffed, "Yeah, kind of on accident. I tried to just get away to have some quiet, and he was in the room I walked in."

He hummed in response and nodded his head, though I saw he went to say something else, but that's when Andrea started speaking. Her eyes moved over everyone in the room in almost astonishment, acting as if she didn't know we were here the whole goddamn time. She knew ever since we took back our people from Woodbury, she just didn't seem to care enough until now.

"I can't believe this," she breathed as she glanced around, almost spinning in a circle as she took everything in. "Where's Shane?"

I rolled my eyes at the fact that he was the first person she noticed was missing from the bunch, leaving Daryl coughing trying to cover up a laugh as he saw my facial expression.

Nobody answered her question however, everyone remained still at the mere mention of him it seemed like. "Lori?" she asked again.

Rick couldn't meet her eyes as he stayed completely silent, Hershel having to answer for him. "She had a girl...Lori didn't survive."

"Neither did T-Dog." Maggie said.

"Oh...I'm so sorry," she whispered as her face grew sympathetic, "Carl-" she tried to speak, but couldn't find the words. "Rick I-" she tired again but he still wouldn't look at her, stopping herself when she saw the clear pain behind his eyes, that alone signaling her to stop.

She looked around at everyone again until her eyes landed right on Daryl and I. I knew we were standing close together, but I didn't think she would actually put the pieces together in her head. But with the growing smirk on her face, I knew she figured it out.

"So, you two finally got together?" she asked smugly.

Neither of us said anything, but Merle quickly started to laugh in amusement, "Ain't they cute? Daryl wouldn't shut up about her ever since I saw him again, and she's always makin goo goo eyes at him."

We both glared at him, "Shut up." we voiced at the same time.

That only caused him to laugh harder, yet for once he kept his mouth shut as he refrained from saying anything else. The room was then filled with tense silence after that, leaving everyone visibly upset by her presence, and she damn well knew it too.

"You all live here?" she then asked, trying to lighten the mood.

"Here, in the cellblock." Glenn told her, nodding back towards the room with a stone-cold expression.

She looked toward it, "There? Well, can I go in?"

"I won't allow that." Rick said.

She huffed, "I'm not the enemy Rick." she defended herself and I felt I had to hold back a scoff. If you're fucking the enemy then you are the enemy, I don't make the rules.

Rick glared at her, "We had that field and the courtyard, until your boyfriend tore down the fence with a truck and shout us up."

"He said you fired first." she said with widened eyes.

"Well, he's lying." I stepped in.

She glanced over at me but then Hershel spoke, "He killed an inmate who survived in here."

"We liked him...he was one of us." Daryl said.

"I didn't know anything about that." she reassured us, "As soon as I found out, I came. I didn't even know you were in Woodbury until after the shootout."

"That was days ago." Glenn said.

"I told you I came as soon as I could." she repeated, her frustration building as we weren't giving her the light of day.

She then looked around the room and saw Michonne standing near the door, narrowing her eyes at her in suspicion, "What have you told them?" she asked with annoyance lacing her voice.

"Nothing." Michonne simply said with a shrug.

The woman began to grow irritated at all the targeted eyes, "I don't get it, I left Atlanta with you people and now I'm the odd man out?" she asked, annoyed.

This time I couldn't help but scoff, "You're sleeping with the guy who wants to kill us, I think that's why you're the odd man out." I said.

She looked over at me and couldn't find the words, Glenn only adding onto what I just said, "He almost killed Michonne, and he would've killed us."

"With his finger on the trigger." she said as she pointed to Merle, "Isn't he the one who kidnapped you? Who beat you?" she asked him harshly before stopping herself and taking a small breath. "Look...I cannot excuse or explain what Philip has done, but I am here trying to bring us together. We have to work this out."

I made a face at that. Philip? That was his name?

"There's nothing to work out, we're gonna kill him," Rick spoke, causing me to glance up at Merle and seeing his eyes were already on me with a knowing glance, the conversation we shared playing over and over again in my mind.

"I don't know how or when, but we will." he finished coldly.

"We can settle this." she tried, "There is room at Woodbury for all of you."

I made a clicking sound with my tongue, "Yeah, I think we're gonna pass on that. Might make things awkward if we're suddenly being ordered around by a man we almost went to war with."

"What makes you think that this man wants to negotiate? Did he say that?" Hershel asked.

"...No." she replied with her head down.

"Then what the hell are you doing here?" I snapped.

Her head snapped over to me in seriousness, "Because he's gearing up for war. The people are terrified, they see you as killers."

"Good." I shrugged.

"Tell you what, next time ya see Philip, you tell him m' gonna take his other eye." Daryl threatened lowly.

"We've taken too much shit for too long. He wants a war? He's got one." Glenn said.

She looked at us all in disbelief and turned towards Rick, "If you don't sit down and try to work this out, I don't know what's going to happen. He has a whole town," she stated before scanning the room again, "Look at you! You've lost so much already. You can't stand alone anymore."

"You can make this right...get us inside." Rick offered.

"No." she said instantly.

"Then we got nothing else to talk about." he said bitterly before turning to walk away.

"There are innocent people!" she yelled after him.

But he didn't say anything, he didn't even glance back. All we heard was the door to the cellblock slam shut behind him.

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Interesting First Dates with the Demon Slayer Hashiras

Just wanted to compile a little something else for y'all teehee- (some of these will be more on the modern side than others, all of these headcanons feature pre-established relationships fyi)

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Muichiro

He's an antisocial person, not to mention he's pretty aloof to begin with. So naturally you don't want to make him uncomfortable, and frankly neither does he.

So when you guys are discussing first date ideas, you both didn't want to go with the generic dinner or movie, hell staying in sounded boring also.

"You know what I just thought about Muichiro?"

"Hm? What's up (y/n)?"

"I heard that there's an orchard nearby, and it's open to the public-"

"Say less let's go."

So you guys went, turns out it was an apple orchard. So that means you'll have fresh apples for you both and maybe some of the other hashira.

Once you both returned to headquarters, you both had two baskets each filled to the brim with apples and you didn't know what to do. So you both decided to just make cider out of some, give a basket to the mess hall, save a basket for each of you. And whatever was left you both divided equally among the other hashira.

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Mitsuri

Mitsuri, obviously, is the love hashira. Love is practically her brand.

So you expected something extremely lavish, like a five star four course dinner or something. Hell maybe she might get some help from Uzui who knows?

But instead, she decided that for your first date, you both are gonna go to a wine/sake tasting.

"Mitsuri where are we going?-"

"You'll see soon enough, I promise!"

So you guys get to the winery and distillery, you looked at her rather confused. What were you both doing here?

But as you went inside, you realized what this was all about.

And Mitsuri was about to put you onto some really good wine and sake?

Say fucking less.

"You liking this so far (y/n)?"

"How come I haven't known about these types of events before? Or what good wine is?"

Needless to say you guys had a really good time, and went home a little tipsy.

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Obanai

The serpent hashira isn't really one for dates.

Moreover, Obanai didn't believe in them at first simply because he didn't think they were a necessary requirement to court with someone.

However, he noticed that you went to the cemetery dedicated to fallen demon slayers a lot.

He was always curious about it, so he asked if he can accompany you.

But he wouldn't outright say he wants to be with you, he'd probably make up some kind of excuse.

"Obanai it's okay if you just want to be with me when I go, I don't mind."

"W-what're you talking about? I just want to go with you to ensure your safety. There's no telling who can be out there..."

And you can tell he's lying because his face gets red, and his snake hides it's face.

Nevertheless though, he went with you and when he saw you at one of your relatives graves, he couldn't help but feel a little grateful he decided to go with you.

It's something he'll definitely never forget, and afterwards he felt bad not only for lying but also your loss. So you guys decided to explore the rest of the cemetery for the day.

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Sanemi

Given that he's on the more competitive side, it's only natural that Sanemi would want to make your first date a fun challenge.

What better way to get a fun competitive spirit going on in your relationship with him than video games?

"Soooo what're we playing Sanemi?"

"Uh, well what do you want to play? Your choice not mine I'm indecisive as fuck."

So you picked up an iconic guitar.

Yes, you're gonna play guitar hero.

Sanemi was surprisingly really good... on the easiest difficulty that is.

You on the other hand have been playing this for so long that you can play it on almost max difficulty.

"oh yeah, it's on. You pick the song we're putting that shit on max difficulty."

So you chose a song you knew by heart, whatever that may be

And the way that this man was closed in on the game, it gave you chills.

Needless to say his determination paid off and he won lol.

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Kyojuro

You guys didn't want to go out but at the same time you didn't want to stick with the generic movie and eventual make out session.

Luckily, in your boredom, you started thinking about all of the art supplies you've accumulated over the years.

Then you remembered something you recently bought.

"Hey Kyojuro I'll be right back, just need to grab something real quick."

"Alright my darling flame, take your time."

So you came back not even five minutes later with a huge pallet of face paints and brushes varying in size. Along with some water in a glass and a paper plate

"Hey Kyo I need you to take off your shirt and tie your hair up for me."

"Um, okay? What do you have plotted my little flame?"

"You'll see, now hold still."

So you painted on his back, seeing as how you didn't have any other canvases available at the time.

And he was really still too, it was truly a testament to his own discipline. Which was pretty strong in your opinion.

"Okay, now don't move... alright you're good, just don't lean back."

You showed him a picture of the landscape you painted on his back, and his jaw just dropped in pure awe.

"You like it?"

"I must say my sunflower, you definitely have quite the artistic expression! Well done beautiful."

"... you wanna try?"

He didn't even hesitate, he had you raise your shirt and he just started painting. You could tell by the strokes he was pretty skilled.

After that he took a photo of what he painted on you and showed you.

"Oh, wow. T-that's beautiful, how come you never told me you painted?"

"Well, I just figured it wasn't necessary, why? Are you that enamored by my artistic skills, my love?"

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Shinobu

Truth be told, she had a few errands to run for the butterfly estate

You decided to tag along and make it more enjoyable for her, she never really liked going out alone anyways.

"Where are we heading out to?"

"I have to pick up some stuff from the apothecary, who knows, maybe we'll find something we'll both enjoy for later!"

So you guys went in, found everything you needed for the butterfly estate, and ended up picking up some bath bombs for a bath later at night.

"Shinobu, my love my light, that one has glitter in it-"

"Oh don't worry dear, this isn't for us."

"Please don't tell me you plan on glitter bombing Giyuu again-"

She simply smiled, knowing damn well she had not the purest of intentions

Nevertheless you both returned home and put one of the bath bomb to use

It was always relaxing for you guys, after all, you both wouldn't mind just basking in each other's company if the day would allow for it.

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Tengen

This man... has three wives.

And now that you're in the mix you kinda felt out of place a bit.

Little did you know that you'd be scooped up from training with Obanai that day and taken elsewhere.

"Babe I was training-"

"That's unflashy of you, let's go do something fun. Besides I've already got something aligned."

"I- okay by all means."

Yeah there was really no protesting this one.

He noticed that you've been becoming a little closed off so he decided to take you on a date. Just you and him.

Once you both got to where you needed to be, you noticed it was a dance studio.

"Oh god I'm gonna trip over my own two feet-"

The class entailed lessons in bachata, which is a type of Hispanic dance similar to salsa and rumba.

And knowing you, you didn't have any dance experience, like at all.

However, you know you're a fast learner, and so is Tengen.

And you soon realized that dancing with this hunk of a man you called your boyfriend wasn't so bad after all.

Matter of fact, it was exhilarating knowing that the both of you could be this intimate without ya know, doing the do or even without words.

"You enjoying this at all? Your face is pretty red there."

"I- hush, it's not like yours isn't either."

"Darling, my face is red because I'm sweating. Yours is red because you're embarrassed. I gotcha, don't worry."

And with that said you decided to just let go of any concerns you had. Allowing Tengen to take the lead with the dance.

Overall it was a good time, also really good exercise seeing as how you both kinda nodded off after you got home.

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Gyomei

Given how he's blind, there are many things that you kinda felt like he missed out on, despite being able to see the transparent world.

However, you knew one thing that brought him comfort was his faith in his religion.

He never really talked about it, but when he did, he'd become so overwhelmed with emotion that he'd just cry.

Which you didn't mind, it's his faith and he's allowed to get as emotional as he needs to.

"(y/n), there's a place I want to show you. Why don't you join me?"

"Oh, okay, lead the way Gyo."

So he takes you to a grand building, one made of gold and beautiful teakwood. The sight taking your breath away as he smiled at you.

"Gyomei, is this the temple you always talk about?"

"Yes, it's a beautiful sight. But there's something in the back I want to show you."

So he takes your hand, greets the monks, and quickly leads you to the back where a beautiful butterfly garden resided. A huge Buddha statue in the middle of a koi pond.

You stood there flabbergasted, how could one small area be so beautiful?

Gyomei motioned for you to sit next to him, which you did, leaning your head on his shoulder as he took this time to pray.

You were never the religious type, but something told you to come here more often. With Gyomei by your side of course.

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Giyuu

He's rather reserved, kinda like Muichiro however he's willing to interact with people if he has to.

However asking you on your first date with him was so unfathomably hard for him that he had to pull the rizz duo (Kyojuro and Tengen) to help him out.

And boy did they help, well, aside from Tengen picking you up like a sack of potatoes and running to the beach.

But once you got there, Kyojuro told you to close your eyes. Which you did.

And by the time you were set onto the sand you were like "Okay what the fuck is going on more importantly where is my boyfriend?"

"I'm right here, my treasure."

So you open your eyes to see Giyuu, at this point Kyojuro and Tengen were running away giggling like schoolgirls. Your boyfriend's faint smile, however, distracted you from the fact that you were basically kidnapped and taken here.

"Giyuu, are those horses?" You asked, looking at the two beautiful mares that stood before you.

"Yes, they are... I'll admit, Rengoku-san and Uzui-san did have a hand in helping me plan this. But I hope you'll enjoy everything that's in store for tonight. So come on, ride with me for a few."

On the outside, you're stunned.

But on the inside you're jumping up and down with glee, knowing that you'll be able to ride a horse for the first time in a very long time.

And it didn't take long for Giyuu to find out you're a skilled equestrian.

It made him proud though, knowing that you like doing something else other than training all the time.

"I see that someone's enjoying themselves?"

"Yes, I very much am. Thank you Giyuu, this means so much to me."

Afterwards you got off your horses and gave them back to their handler, which Giyuu thanked him immensely.

"So... what now?"

"I figured maybe we could walk along the shoreline? If that's okay with you?"

My GOD this man is flustered beyond comprehension. But through his insecure words, you knew he meant well and what he says, he means wholeheartedly.

You guys walk the shoreline until sundown, then afterwards he treats you to a nice dinner on the beach. Albeit it was small but it was still super intimate and nice.

Truly, you wouldn't rather spend your time any other way. As long as you were with Giyuu, nothing else mattered.

......

OMFG MY BACK HURTS-

Regardless though, I truly hope you all enjoyed these interesting headcanons! Feel free to leave a request!

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