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raysrays · 3 months

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Crimson Guardian NSFW

Kyojuro Rengoku x Wife! Reader

18+ MDNI!🚫

CW: NSFW Content, minor angst, controlling/manipulating behavior, fluff-ish.

Y/N POV

Scenario : You've recently married into the respected Rengoku family, and while you continue your work as a demon slayer, life starts to get a bit messy. Balancing your duties becomes a real challenge as you navigate the challenges of married life. You find yourself having to make tough choices just to keep your husband happy, all while debating to stay true to yourself and your calling as a demon slayer.

Marriage. Truly one of the most beautiful milestones a couple can achieve. Marrying Kyojuro has undoubtedly been my greatest accomplishment.

I still remember it vividly, as if it were yesterday. Surrounded by friends, family, and core members, we pledged our lives to each other. Though it wasn't the most glamorous wedding ever seen, it was enough. Because really, all I've ever wanted was Kyojuro, and now, finally, I have him.

For the first few months, our marriage was nothing short of perfect. I moved into the Rengoku estate with Kyojuro's family, assisting Shenjuro with chores and gradually trying to get closer to Shinjuro. Though I'm not sure how successful I was.

It was only six months in that I realized being a demon slayer and a wife wasn't as easy as I thought.

Before our relationship, I was Kyojuro's Tsuguko. He was simply my mentor, and I trained hard under him to get myself where I am today. It was later down the road that we noticed each other's lingering gazes, the occasional flirting, and all the other subtle hints of wanting to be more.

Kyojuro was strong, and I knew he wanted a family, but I simply wasn't ready to give up training and my duties as a demon slayer just yet.

Every day, after helping out around the estate, I would hike over to HQ and pick up where I had left off the previous day, training until the late hours of the night. I would often come home exhausted, which usually caused Kyojuro to worry. As much as I reassured him, he never seemed fully convinced.

Now, here I was, sitting at the dinner table with Kyo across from me. It was a rare occasion for us to eat alone together like this. We made small talk about our day and training, and then he finally stopped eating and put his silverware down.

"Little Flame, I think it’s time we have a serious discussion about the way things have been as of late,” his usual happy smile seemed almost nervous.

I set my spoon down on my plate, giving him my full attention.

“Yes? What is it?”

“Sunflower, you have been working so hard as of late, and it’s quite admirable. I truly admire your dedication to the demon slayer corps and your training!”

“But…?” I ask, confused.

“But… since our marriage, I’ve found myself in constant worry over you. Every time you go on a mission without me, I have to painfully wait for your return. Not knowing whether or not you'd be injured or even-“

“Dead?” I finish.

I saw his body tense up at the word.

“Yes, my love. Dead. I cannot even bear the thought of you never returning to me. It pains me to my core,” he seemed so sad, so worried about me.

I know Kyojuro, I know he didn’t mean anything bad by what he was saying. However, I felt almost offended. He too was a slayer, a hashira. I also had to deal with the fear of him returning with serious injuries or even never returning at all.

Did he believe me to be incapable of protecting myself? He was the very one who trained me. Even though I knew Kyojuro was strong, much stronger than me, it just felt like he lacked faith in me.

“You don’t think I’m strong enough anymore? Do you think marriage has made me soft?” I realized I might have come off a little too harsh, but my emotions were getting the best of me.

His expression seemed surprised, but I could tell. While he may not have used those words, that was definitely the gist of it.

I watched him get up from his place at the table and walk over to me. He pulled my chair out from under the table, then grabbed my hands and kneeled down in front of me.

His big, bright eyes were now staring up at me.

“You are one of the strongest people I know, my love. I know how capable you are, but please remember…”

He brought my hands to his lips, kissing them softly.

“You are my wife before you are a demon slayer. I cannot risk sending you off only for you to never return.”

I could practically hear the desperation and love in his voice.

Kyojuro wasn’t someone who would usually discourage anyone from pursuing something they're passionate about. So if he was now, I knew that it’s something he’s been internally battling with for a while.

“What about you? Is it not the same? What about my worry? What if you never come home to me?” I could feel my face start to heat up. Everything he was saying seemed to come from genuine care, but it felt so hypocritical.

“I am a Hashira, my little flame. I have a certain responsibility you do not have to burden yourself with. I shall retire soon, in just a few years. So please…”

There’s no way he’d ask me-

“Please retire your sword, Y/N. Please stay home for me. Please allow my heart to rest easy knowing you'll be here waiting for me whenever I shall return,” his voice was pleading.

I felt so conflicted. I’d worked so hard. All of these years of training to hopefully become a high-ranking swordsman myself. However, at the same time, I never stopped to consider my romantic life and how being married would affect things.

We both sat there in silence for a few moments, and I finally rose up from the chair, pulling him up off his knees along with me.

I looked up at him, reaching my hand up to rest on his cheek.

“Kyojuro, you are the only one I would retire my sword for. So please promise me, promise me you will always come home to me. Until the day you yourself retire.”

“I promise you, Sunflower. As long as I know you are safe and waiting for me, there is no demon that could ever keep me away.”

I felt his hand on my lower back and the other holding up my chin.

We both leaned in, our lips meeting in a tender kiss.

This kiss started so gently, so lovingly at first. As we pulled away for just a moment, staring into each other’s eyes, we realized how long it had been since we really enjoyed each other’s company.

After that, the kiss only grew hotter and more passionate.

Kyojuro swept me off my feet and carried me straight to our shared room at the back of the estate, the most private spot. It seemed fitting for newlyweds, after all.

As he gently laid me back on the soft futon, I couldn't help but stay focused on him. Kyojuro was simply beautiful. His hair, his eyes, his body, everything about him looked like he was perfectly sculpted.

My admiration was interrupted as I felt him begin to kiss me again. One of his hands traveling to my breasts, gently squeezing it.

The other massaging my thigh.

I feel him pull away from me starting to kiss on my neck traveling all the way down to my chest.

Kyojuro had always known my weak points and how to make me say yes to his every request. He knew my body just as well as I did, and now he was taking full advantage of that knowledge.

I could feel him pressing against me as he moved his hand down my body, lightly touching me. I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him closer to me, wanting more.

Then I heard, Kyojuro's soft voice whisper these words, almost as a demand. "Enjoy this little flame, you've kept me waiting far too long.”

As soon as those words left his lips, I felt myself begin to relax. His movements were so gentle, so careful, so loving.

His fingers trailed down my sides, sending chills through my body. His hands went back up and caressed my neck, making me tremble. He kissed me once more, and I melted into him.

It was as if he had cast a spell over me, and all I could do was obey him. He was completely in control of me.

After a moment, I felt him move back down and remove my underwear, revealing my already wet entrance. His hand slid between my thighs, and I couldn't help but let out a moan as his finger slipped inside me. He was gentle at first, just barely grazing me, but it felt incredible.

"Is this okay?" he asked softly, his breath hot against my ear.

I nodded but I could tell that wasn’t enough for him.

“Use your words my love.” He demanded sweetly.

“Yes Kyo, it’s perfect.” I said, my voice trembling.

He leaned down and kissed my lips before pulling back again, smiling at me.

"I want to be inside of you," he whispered, his voice filled with desire.

"Please," I begged.

He removed his fingers, replacing them with his cock, his tip rubbing against my clit.

"Good girl," he whispered, thrusting into me.

I threw back my head, arching my back and digging my nails into his shoulders. His movements were slow and deep at first and then they became faster and harder, and soon my whole body began to shake. I couldn't stop the moans from escaping my lips, and I couldn't help but beg for more.

When he starts to speed up I know we are both about to reach our limit.

I feel his fingers interlock with mine and his lips pressing against mine again, but this time, he wasn’t just kissing me, he was also letting his teeth graze my bottom lip.

He was biting down hard enough to draw blood.

We were both so close and we were both trying to hold back but we couldn’t anymore. We were finally going to let ourselves release.

I was the first one to let myself go, arching my back as I moaned his name.

Then he followed not too far behind.

After he finishes, we just lay there for a bit catching our breath.

“I love you, Y/N,” he finally breathed out, turning his head to look at me.

I turned to face him as well. “I love you, Kyojuro.”

After that, the two of us drifted off in each other's arms for the rest of the night.

The next morning when I awoke, I was still trapped wrapped in Kyojuro's arms.

After a bit of struggling, I managed to maneuver my way out and make it to the kitchen.

There I saw Senjuro, who was already preparing breakfast for everyone.

“Good morning, Sen,” I greeted with a yawn.

“Oh, good morning, Y/N!”

“I'm almost finished with breakfast. Is my brother awake yet?”

“He should be awake soon. We both have to see Master Kagaya today,” I said, rubbing my eyes.

He stopped to turn and look at me.

“Did something bad happen?” he asked nervously.

Poor Senjuro always assumes the absolute worst in every situation. Well, I suppose in this case it’s somewhat understandable.

“No, Sen, nothing's wrong. Kyojuro and I are just going to inform Master Kagaya of my retirement. That’s all.”

He gave a puzzled look.

“Retirement? Why? Haven’t you been training for years to improve your sword skills to move up in the ranks?” he asked.

He was right. I know I shouldn’t go back on my word to Kyojuro, but I really was having second thoughts about my decision.

Senjuro could probably sense my doubt because his next response was:

"If this is something that you're not sure of, then you shouldn't do it. If you have doubts about this decision, then maybe you're not ready for retirement just yet."

His words really struck a chord with me.

Maybe he was right.

Before I could ponder that any further, Kyojuro had made his way into the kitchen.

"Good morning! How are my two favorite people doing?" he said cheerfully.

I smiled.

"Morning, Kyo. Did you sleep well?"

"I did, actually. Thank you, little flame," he walked over to me, giving me a kiss.

I could feel my chest tightening, nervous about what was to come.

The whole time at breakfast, I felt so spaced out. All I could hear was Kyojuro and Senjuro talking and the occasional grunt from Shinjuro drinking away at the table.

“Sunflower? Are you okay?”

I was snapped out of my daze by Kyojuro waving a hand in front of my face. All three of them were staring at me, kind of concerned.

“Oh, yeah, I’m fine. Sorry.”

I shook my head a little and looked down at my plate. I felt bad for Senjuro going through all that trouble to cook, but I simply couldn’t eat right now.

After we finished breakfast, Kyojuro and I headed out.

The thought that this would be the last time wearing my uniform with my sword by my side was so weird and almost uncomfortable to me.

I knew that this day would come eventually, but I always hoped in the back of my mind that Kyojuro would be the one to retire before me.

I had been so focused on training and my duties as a demon slayer that it had never even occurred to me how my marriage would affect everything.

I was now a wife. My first priority should be the estate, and helping Shinjuro while he was in his state of grief, and being there for Senjuro as well.

It wouldn’t be right of me to go against my husband's wishes either. Especially after the intimate moment we shared. Right?

As we made it to HQ waiting to speak with the master I felt my heartbeat racing inside of me.

The room was quiet, I could feel Kyojuro’s eyes lingering on me but I couldn’t bring myself to face him right now.

Both mine and Kyojuro’s attention was shifted as we heard the door open and Master Kagaya entered the room.

"Rengoku, Y/N. It's a pleasure to see you both," Kagaya said, his face as warm as ever.

"It's wonderful to see you too, Master," I replied.

"So what brings you two here? It seems urgent, judging by the fact that you came in so early."

"It is very urgent," Kyojuro began.

He then proceeded to explain our conversation from the night before, and how I was considering retiring.

"Y/N, this is a big decision, and it's important that you feel comfortable and confident in it. Do you think you can fully retire, knowing you won't be able to assist the demon slayers as you are now?" Kagaya asked.

I looked at the master and then glanced at Kyojuro. He seemed so proud and happy that we were here. I could feel the warmth radiating from him.

But, I could also sense the worry in his expression. He was nervous, scared almost.

I couldn't do that to him.

"Master, I've spent most of my life training for the opportunity to become a hashira. To serve the demon slayer corps and protect those who cannot protect themselves. But...I'm no longer just a demon slayer. I'm also a wife, and as such, I think it's only right that I focus on that," I answered.

The room fell silent for a moment.

"If you truly feel this is the right choice, then we support you, Y/N," Kagaya finally spoke.

"Thank you, Master," I bowed.

"Thank you so much, Master! I will never

forget your kindness!" Kyojuro bowed as well.

The two of us left the room and started to head out.

As we exited, we ran into a few of the other Hashira, who asked us about what we had gone to see Master Kagaya about.

They too seemed surprised and a little concerned when Kyojuro explained to them that I would be retiring so soon.

I could tell some of their reactions to the news annoyed Kyojuro. Shinobu used the word “controlling,” and you could see his smile almost falter.

"Controlling" was never a word I would have used to describe my husband. He just loves me, right? He wants to protect me. There's no way my sweet and kind Kyo would ever do anything to control or manipulate me.

Right?

Part Two

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justpoliteconversations · 2 months

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To Obtain [Yandere!Four x Isekai!Reader]

Teamwork is the purpose of the pack. But a hive is a thing of purpose.

Second part of the yandere series. This one is quite a bit spicier than my usual fair, so be warned. Also, it's longer because it has four (five) yanderes packed in there.

(Going to edit later. I'm too tired now to do it.)

Masterlist

Set-up: Comfort [Yandere!Chain + Isekai!Reader]

Sky Route

Four Route

TW: Choosing not to disclose. Read at your own discretion.

Disclaimer: Don't own The Legend of Zelda franchise. Linked Universe is the fan creation of jojo56830.

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After that night (that wretched, nightmarish night), things had gone from uncomfortably tense to downright confusing very quickly. Especially where Four was concerned (or rather, where the damned Colors were concerned).

Red, for one, had become relentless in his pursuit of your company (a shy touch on the back of your hand. fingers brushing against yours. big, doughy eyes of glittering firelight pinning you from across the camp with their intensity). Going so far as to risk conflict (terrifying, bloody conflict. so vicious Green and Time had had to step in and physically separate them) between Blue and Twilight as he'd whined and pleaded for your attention. Leaning into your space, red-pink eyes watery, ears pinned back against his skull. Pressing his red splotched face and (deceptively strong) hands into any part of you he could reach (that Twilight allowed him to reach. tense as the wolf bastard was for reasons lost on you).

Blue would be following close behind Red (as always), the air around him sparking with purpose as he put himself squarely in Twilight's territory (too close to Wild. and most certainly too close to you). Steely blue eyes scanning, assessing, before narrowing in on Twilight and staying there unwaveringly (actively provoking. so unlike his usual reactionary aggression). The twist of his thin lips firm and brimming with determination. For what, you weren't sure, but it set you on edge regardless, as though every one of your instincts were telling you to run (run, run, run, run, run-).

Vio was as distant as he always was (planning or unbothered you couldn't be sure), but you swore you could sometimes feel his sharp, calculated glance upon you (so sharp it felt like a scalpel grazing along vulnerable nerves. slowly peeling back your prickled skin with blood-chilling precision. distinctively Four. wholly Vio. entirely unwelcome). Whether you were sitting next to the fire, entertaining Wind or helping Wild tame his tangle of bed head, they always seemed to find you (even when you couldn't see. especially when you couldn't see).

Green was an enigma in his entirely. Rarely did he seem to play you much mind, and yet he seemed to be in your space more and more these days (even moreso than Red, and that's a truly anxiety inducing thought). Seated next to you at dinner time (how did he manage to get past Twilight? Wild? how did it become just the two of you, with and yet separate from the group?), walking close to you when the group traveled (how'd he get passed Hyrule? clingy and overbearing as he was?). And yet he never actively engaged you besides a slight smile or a brief glance in your direction (confusing. ringing wrong, wrong, wrong in the back of your mind).

Only Four seemed to have remained relatively unchanged. Still as polite and courteous with you as he's always been. Occasionally he got a little bossy (especially where equipment maintenance was concerned), but it was nothing unusual for the small smith and Wild got it even worse than you. So, you weren't overly concerned with him. Four was fine. He was lovely, in fact (a breath of fresh fucking air compared to the clusterfuck that was everyone else's crazy asses). It was just those damned Colors of his.

You'd like nothing more than to tell Four about how strange they've been acting, but in the end you didn't. There was no point honestly. For all they (Four and the Colors) seemed to share a common body, Four wasn't there when things got strange. There wasn't anything he could do when he didn't even exist at the same time they did. So why would you put that stress on the one guy who seemed to have his shit together? When he couldn't even do anything about it?

Because surely he wouldn't have allowed these types of behaviors to continue as they had if he had control of them. Not Blue's aggression. Not Vio's cruel disregard. Not Red's smothering. Not even Green's awkward insertion into your life. They just weren't him. They weren't Four.

(Or maybe you just didn't want to think about it. didn't want to contemplate what it meant if Four knew and did nothing at all.)

And loath as you were to admit it (no matter how much it hurt your pride. or put your teeth on edge. or tensed the muscles in your throat and jaw), Twilight wouldn't let anyone (let alone a bunch of psychopathic Four copies) do anything unsavory to you. As much as you wanted to hate him, Twilight really was your shield against the craziness that was the rest of the chain (except for Sky. damned Sky who had killed people and whimpered like a damned victim when he didn't get his way).

So. You kept quiet. You endured Red's whimpering and Blue's aggression and even Green's passive presence creeping into nearly every part of your life. You endured and let Twilight run them off when they got handsy or too overwhelming to bare. You endured and breathed a quiet sigh of relief when you opened your eyes and saw the patchwork of colors on Four's vest. You endured and just ignored it.

And then. It happened. On a night like any other night (it should have been like any other night).

(How could this have happened? why was this allowed to happen. please. please don't let this happen. Twilight. Twilight, please.)

Blue had gotten into your (into Twilight's) space. Quiet and tense and far too intense to be anything but a provoking gesture. Nearly trapping you between himself and Red (where was Wild? he should have been behind you), so close you could feel the heat of his hip and waist as it brushed up against you (Wild was with Green. he was showing him something shiny. some kind of mineral. wrong, wrong, wrong. Green never paid attention to Wild. not like Red did. Green didn't put himself out there like that. not without a reason).

You had immediately locked eyes with Twilight, silently pleading with him to make them back off. Because Red was so, so much already. You couldn't deal with Blue too. And something was wrong. Something felt different about them tonight (why was Red gripping your hand like that? his eyes weren't even on you. they were on Blue, the red of them so intense they glowed like wildfire).

And Twilight had answered. Because he always did. No matter what, he always came to your defense when things got tense.

Blue had squared up with him, eyes glinting steely blue beneath the determined set of his brows (something was different), nearly black with their intensity. Green was making his way over even as Twilight stood to full height to face Blue. Perhaps to talk him down. Maybe to physically drag Blue away as Green had done in the past (something was different. where was Wild? he wasn't where he was supposed to be).

(Where did Green send Wild off to, something whispered quietly in your mind. your heart racing. your gut screaming for you to run, run, run-)

Red was standing suddenly (no. it can't be. this isn't happening). And just like that, Twilight paused, staring down two Colors where once there was only one.

And then Green stepped right up behind Blue, a calm smile on his lips. And drew his sword.

"Sorry, Twilight." Green said smoothly, sounding so damned genuinely apologetic as he continued (as the sound of two other swords being drawn echoed through the tense, still, quiet clearing). "But Four's tired of waiting. And honestly, so are we. You understand how this works."

Twilight's lips pulled back into a grimace and suddenly you understood. Because how could you have not seen it when it had been right there all along (staring you right in the face. red, hearth warm eyes drowning in their obsession. sharp blue tracking you with quiet intensity). How could you have not thought of this outcome (how could you have missed Twilight's unease. he was rarely tense around the others. not even when Hyrule or Legend or Wind or even fucking Wars got close. how did you not notice how determined he'd been to keep the Colors at a distance?).

How could you have not noticed how outnumbered Twilight was all this time? Just watching as a larger, more well coordinated pack closed in from all sides, eyeing him at their leisure, taking his measure (finding his weaknesses). He'd been on the defensive from the beginning (like a cornered animal. like a lone wolf).

And they'd found those weaknesses. Patient. Cunning. Perfectly in sync. With the ability to come from all angles at once. A pack primed for the killing blow.

Wild was gone (Green had done that. he'd gotten Twilight alone). Time was keeping his distance, merely watching with quiet exasperation (Vio at his side. knowing lavender-blue gaze set on Time's face with unsettling ease, the slightest slip of a smile at the corner of his lips. smug).

(Checkmate. This was his checkmate, wasn't it? His victory. And you never even noticed the plays being made right. in. front. of. you.)

One nod from Time and Twilight sighed, running a rough hand through his dark hair, letting the tension in his shoulders lessen.

And then he moved away, casting an apologetic, reassuring smile your way. Sorry that you had been taken from his care, but not concerned enough to truly fight for you. Not when Time was allowing this to happen. Not when he was backed up against the wall (not when he wasn't actually losing anything but another body to tuck in when Wild finally settled enough to sleep).

And just like that you belonged to Four. And the Colors. And no one was even concerned by this (no one cared. no one saw anything wrong with this. they thought this was acceptable behavior. that this was okay when it wasn't. it really, really wasn't).

Twilight was gone (off to track down Wild), and everyone else went back to doing their nightly routines. And you were suddenly alone between Blue and Red, standing in the middle of it all feeling numb and chilled to your very bones.

In that moment, you were more alone than you'd ever been before (had you ever actually not been alone all this time? when no one else seemed to understand just how frightened you were? when they all just assumed you were going to be taken care of no matter who had you and therefore everything was okay).

So dazed were you by the turn of events, you didn't even notice the flicker of blue in your vision before the air was stolen from your lungs. A hand (calloused, shaking with excitement and forceful) balled into your shirt, pulling you down with overwhelming strength. Another gripping into your hair as warm, dry lips pressed harshly (savagely) against yours with ravenous hunger.

You froze at the contact, body tensing and mind going blank in panic as the hand gripping into your hair twisted. Forcibly turning your head for a better angle as something wet brushed against your lips softly (surprisingly gentle for the roughness of everything else).

You hadn't even the time to put your hands up and fight back before the man kissing you was ripped away, the hand still tangled in your hair tugging harshly before it (finally. mercifully) let go.

Freed, you gasped in fresh, life-giving (mind clearing) air. Your lips tingling and warm while the back of your head ached from the sudden punishing pulling it'd had to endure. Gentle, supporting hands were on you then, reeling you in close to lean against a warm, unmoving body.

"The fuck Green!" Blue hissed, lips and cheeks flushed red but his eyes brimming with livid rage. "Why'd you do that?"

Green leveled him with a neutral smile, holding your shaking form a bit closer as he said, firmly. "They're scared, Blue. You're moving too fast."

Blue huffed up, looking murderous and ready to fight. Until Red put a hand on his arm and said earnestly. "You're really scary sometimes, you know! You should be more gentle with them the first time!"

That made Blue pause, and after he finally looked at you (at you. not towards you or for you. but actually at you) and realized that you were shaking and gasping against Green's side, he averted his gaze. Face flushed and expression twisted into quiet anger (at himself. for getting ahead of himself. and for forgetting that for all they knew you, you didn't yet know them).

"Whatever." He mumbled, turning away. "I'm setting up the beds." Then he snapped. "They're sleeping closest to me! Come on, Red!"

Red hesitated, but one hard glare from Blue got him moving. "Coming!" Then he smiled at you, warm and sweet and brimming with excitement. "Don't be scared, kay? We're going to protect you now!" And then he ran to Blue, and they began setting up their sleeping area (five places, not four. and the thought made you shiver).

The hand supporting you rubbed tenderly against your side. "It'll be okay." Green told you reassuringly, his thumb pressing circles into your skin as he side hugged you gently. "They just need time to calm down."

(No. it won't be okay. this is wrong. this is so wrong.)

Later that night, with Blue sleeping at your feet and Red spooned in from behind (still awake. his heart thundering against your back in excitement. legs intertwined with yours and his hands tucked into the dips of your hips like vices), giggling and shaking like a damned small dog with pent-up energy. You lay awake, quiet and hoping Red would just go to sleep soon so you didn't have to hear his whispered 'love you's and 'so perfect's and 'I can't wait. I'm so excited's.

You watched the campfire burning in the distance to distract yourself from the circles his thumbs were rubbing into your hips. Far away. Away from Twilight or Wild (who was still awake and pissy after he'd found out what happened) and anyone else who might (might) have helped you if Red decided to continue where Blue left off (the thought made you want to curl up and disappear).

You closed your eyes and held back a sob as you remembered Vio's words (upset that such things would have ever had to be said to you. upset that they comforted you regardless).

After Green had left to go soothe things over with Twilight (and Wild), Vio had sat down beside you (as you both watched Red and Blue fight over sleeping arrangements) and begun talking. And God, how you wish he hadn't (you were thankful he did).

"They won't do more than touch you. Just hit them if they go too far. Despite his temperament, Blue will not strike you." He'd said coolly, not even taking his eyes off his brothers as they devolved into a brawl right over the spread of bedrolls. Red doing surprising well in pinning Blue down by the back of his tunic.

You wanted to yell at him that they shouldn't be touching you at all. That you didn't want to have to deal with this. You didn't though, because you knew (with heartbreaking, blood-chilling certainty) that it wouldn't change a damned thing. You didn't have a voice before, and you most certainly didn't now. Especially not with four others there to overpower your pitiful whispers and pleading screams (outnumbered and cornered, you wanted to giggle. though not the happy kind. not the sane kind).

His hand was on yours, fingers curling gently around your fist (what need have he to use force against trapped prey? why assert dominance when you were already completely under his power). "Four will be here tomorrow. When you wake, he will allow you to set boundaries." His cool, lavender-blue eyes flickered to yours. "Within reason."

You couldn't meet his eyes any longer as you asked, submissive and withdrawn. "How do you know?"

Vio blinked, face blank and eyes dispassionate as he asked. "Are you afraid of who you become when you dream?" You didn't get to answer when he continued, his hand (softer than Blue's, thinner than Green's, cooler than Red's) tightening on yours. "We know because it's what we want. Four is us, and we are Four. There is no one without the others."

Ice ran down the length of your spine. Your heart quivered. All the pieces falling into place right before your eyes.

"Speak to Four when he awakens. We will hear you with every part of us then." He said simply. And then he continued, more quietly. "Do not be afraid. He will protect you, from even himself if he must. As he always has."

Then he leaned in, his lips nearly brushing against your ear as he whispered. "He is our conscience, after all."

And suddenly. You understood. It all made sense now. The feeling of wrongness. The unease. The fear.

Four was their soul. Their shared center. Their conscience. And the longer they stayed separated, the further they strayed from his guiding inner voice.

They really were a group of psychos. Truly. And now, they owned you. And they could do anything they wanted to you. And the only thing keeping them from ripping you apart was the imprint of Four's will.

Red giggled again, one hand slipping up just the slightest bit until his fingers brushed the delicate skin of your waist. He quietly gasped at the feeling, shaking with repressed desire. Pressing his face into your neck, his mouth opening slightly before it snapped back closed with a muted click.

You closed your eyes and prayed for morning to come sooner. For Four to look up from polishing his tools and give you a small, tired smile. The sunlight shinning off his beautifully gold-spun hair like a rolling field of wheat. His eyes warm and sweet with fondness.

'Good morning.' He'll say, and you'll reply in kind. Relieved and grateful and safe (and you won't think about what Green said. you won't think about the implications. you just won't think about any of it).

You'll wake up tomorrow and Four will be there. Steady and reliable and helpful. Calm and collected and kind. Sweet and respectful and understanding. You'll tell him everything this time. You'll be completely honest (no you won't), and he'll make it right.

Because Four is reasonable. Because he'll protect you from even himself. Because he's a good person (because he won).

(And if you keep saying it enough. Maybe one day you'll actually fucking believe that load of bullshit. Except, you really, really won't. Not now, not ever.)

Because he loves you.

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Back to the shadows.

#linked universe #linked universe x reader #yandere linked universe x reader #yandere linked universe #yandere four

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vendetta-if · 11 months

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Happy Father's day to our Papa Viktor 😭❤️ can we request a short scenario of them celebrating Father's day pls? 🥺

Aww 🥰 Of course! The scenario ends up being a bit longer than I expected, so I have put it under the cut! ❤️

Father’s Day Drabble — Viktor

You are sitting on a bench in the arcade, watching your kid and Ash flitting around from one game to the next, skipping around excitedly. It never fails to make you smile, seeing them so happy.

They’ve been in the Arcade for a couple of hours now, maybe more. Usually, you don’t really let them stay for this long, but today’s an exception.

If someone had told you that you’d be a father eight years ago, you probably would have laughed in their face. But here you are, spending the day hanging out and celebrating Father’s Day with your child and their best friend.

You remember how you used to celebrate Father’s Day with your father too. He was such a busy man—and still is, you’d wager—but even he had always managed to make time to spend with his family, even if it rarely span the whole day like this.

He’d cancel and rearrange meetings with important people, just so he could have lovely and peaceful dinners or lunches with you, Luka, and your mother. And most times, he would hang out and talk with you and Luka or even sit down and watch some movies that Luka picked.

You sigh wearily. It’s memories like these that sometimes make you really want to reach out to him first. And then, you’d remind yourself why you ran away and usually, it’d be enough for you to shoot down the idea instantly.

But not this time.

It has been years since you last met him and your mother face-to-face, and Luka, your mother, and even Cara have been asking and begging you to go to New York for a visit.

Just the other day, your mother talked to you over the phone about throwing a private and small Christmas celebration later this year and how you should come with Sasha, Luka, Cara, and Ash. She even told you about how she and your father have been dying inside to meet their very first grandchild.

It made you feel guilty and the guilt is still eating at your heart right now. You feel yourself caving in.

“Maybe. I’ll see,” you answered her, and that was enough to lift up her mood and you could hear the hint of joy seeping into her tone.

And it was not until the call was over and you were lying in bed at night that you fully realized that you were not lying to her. You actually are contemplating on visiting them this Christmas with Sasha.

Well, you still have months to make up your mind about it. For now, you’ll just set it aside and enjoy this day with your child.

You see Sasha and Ash playing at the basketball arcade machine. Ash is throwing ball after ball at the hoop and the score quickly climbing up, while Sasha is intently focused on grabbing and passing the balls to Ash, tongue stuck out in concentration.

You chuckle at their impressive teamwork. And sure enough, a few seconds later, the machine stops and spews out a long line of tickets. Sasha and Ash whoop and high-five. Sasha hands the other tickets they have been accumulating to Ash before bending down and grabbing the new line of tickets, quickly counting them one by one as they roll the long line into a more manageable size.

Sasha finishes counting and pumps their fist in excitement before the two of them bound toward where you’re sitting.

“Dad! Dad! Where’s the rest of the tickets? I think we have enough!” Sasha babbles almost breathlessly.

You pat the little plastic bag full of tickets beside you. Those are the tickets that the two of them have saved up before today.

“Don’t worry, it’s safe with me,” you chuckle as you hand it over to Sasha who quickly snatches it.

“Thanks, Dad! Wait here, okay? We’re going to trade these in and then we’re ready to go!” Sasha grins before taking off towards the ticket counter, Ash swiftly trailing behind them.

“Hey! Don’t run so fast or you’ll trip!” you call out after them and you see them slow down a bit into a jog. You shake your head exasperatedly.

Five minutes later, the two of them return but you can’t see whatever toy they exchanged the tickets for in their hands and Sasha is bowing their head.

“Did you have any trouble exchanging the tickets?” you ask, frowning as you lean forward.

Sasha shakes their head and before you can blink, they launch themself at you and bury their face in your chest. You hug them back, still surprised, but then you feel their body shake.

And for a second, you’re ready to stomp up to the ticket counter to have a talk with the staff. Thankfully, you haven’t moved yet because Sasha lifts their head and instead of a teary face, you see a widely grinning face.

“Sasha?” you ask, confused.

“Happy Father’s Day, Dad!” they exclaim, pulling out a black metal ring.

“Is… Is that for me?” you gape, reaching out tentatively.

“Yes! Who else?” Sasha giggles.

You take the ring gently in your hand and inspect it. It’s just a simple band of black metal with chrome accent. It might look like nothing special, but to you, it has become one of your most important possessions.

“I have one too! So we can match!” Sasha lifts up an identical ring and shows it to you. “I can’t wear it yet though, because it’s still a bit loose…” they pout. “Can you wear it, Dad?”

You try to put it on, but it’s stuck on the second knuckle. Sasha’s shoulders slump in disappointment.

“Hey, hey. Don’t be sad! I really love the gift! Thank you, baby,” you quickly reassure them. “We’ll get chains so we can hang it around our neck. How about that?”

Sasha perks up. “Whoa! That’s a really good idea, Dad!” They hand their ring to you. “Can you help hold it for me in the meantime, Dad? I don’t want to lose it.”

“Of course, baby,” you say, putting the two rings in the inner pocket of your jacket safely. “Now, who’s up for some ice cream?” you ask as you take them in your arms and stand up.

“Me! Me!” Sasha squeals, kicking their little legs excitedly. “I want the cookies and cream flavour!”

“How about you, Ash?” you ask, as you take their hand in yours.

“Rocky Road!” they answer eagerly. “Or maybe I’ll try a new flavour!”

“Alright,” you chuckle. “Let’s go then.”

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dodgeballstuckonthegymceiling · 11 months

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Hello! I'm going through a rough time right now and I was just wondering: can I request the ROTTMNT turtles x a S/O who has anxiety, depression and PTSD? How would they take care of a S/O whose depression spells make it hard for them to get out of bed, take care of themselves etc? Bonus if S/O is plus-sized/chubby and insecure about it.

Hope you feel better soon 💜

Raph Leo Donnie and Mikey x Reader with anxiety, depression and PTSD

Raphael

★ Oh lawd please let him help. He wants, no, he needs to help you. You are his s/o and he cares about you more than you think. Need a mental health day? He's coming over with sented candles and snacks.

★ Anything you need, he's going to give. If you are having one of those days where you feel you can't leave bed he will stay by your side so you don't feel alone. If he needs to leave your side he grabs a few of his favorite teddy bears and puts them on the bed where he was.

★ He's familiar with the concept of having body image issues but never once thought about you having them. Your body is perfect to him. It's soft and warm, ideal to lay down and cuddle with. What could be missing?

★ You are gorgeous. You're probably tired of hearing those words from well meaning people but to him it's true. In his eyes every single thing you see as a flaw is beautiful.

★ "How was your day?" Is asked every night when the two of you meet up. He genuinely wants to know how your day went and how you are feeling. If something went wrong of if you are stressed out about something you should vent.

Leonardo

★ When you start to open up to him about being insecure he is going to feal really bad. Mostly because he knows what it feels like and the idea that you feel the same hurts.

★ He is going to mess up at first, but he wants to help. He regularly sends you random body positivity photos and memes he finds online.

★ One of his go-to ideas for when you're feeling stressed out is to bring you on a walk around the hidden city and do a little sightseeing. Usually it works and you get your mind off whatever was bothering you.

★ PTSD attacks scared him at first, purely because he didn't know what to do. He felt really bad after he first saw you have one because he had to call his sister, April, to help. Later he went down a rabbit hole of googling and websites to know what to do next time.

★ Nowadays he is much more prepared, he knows a few grounding techniques to try and help you through PTSD attacks. He even put together a "emergency Y/n kit" filled with stuff for you. Among other things it's got gum, a soft blanket and some watter.

★ it's just a tote bag that sits in the corner of his room. It also has a few Lou jitsu movies on DVD to watch together.

Donatello

★ You have unlimited access to his room and lab for the sole reason that it's the quietest place in New York. It's definitely not because he worries about you and wants to give you a safe space. Not at all...

★ When you don't have the motivation to get up out of bed you get to have some very rare and valuable Donnie cuddles. Usually he would cuddle you for so long but you need this, so he does it for you.

★ He tries to gently bring up the subject of antidepressants, hoping that you might decide to try them. But in true Donnie fashion does it by saying "Did you know antidepressants affect two neurotransmitters in particular, serotonin and norepinephrine?" Yea, he ain't slick.

★ He would never force or pressure you into going on meds. If you say you don't want to go on them for whatever reason he accepts it and leaves it at that.

★ However, if you choose to he would go over the different types of medication. Lists off the side effects and benefits along with what they actually do. For gods sake, he might go through the process of drug compounding for you. No doctor prescription needed.

Michelangelo

★ Can't find the motivation to get out of bed? He's joining you and ends up clinging to you while asleep. He's only leaving the bed if you leave the bed.

★ However, neglecting your own health is where he draws the line. You are not allowed to neglect yourself (not bathing, eating enough or letting yourself to give up). Imagine him saying "open wide!" While holding a chicken nugget up to your mouth.

★ Venting session might do you some good. If you can't afford therapy (thanks American lack of public healthcare) he will pick up a book on phycology and try his best. He's not the world's best therapist/boyfriend but he's trying.

★ Over time you end up telling him a lot about where your PTSD came from. Mikey is really good at noticing things that upset you now. Along with that he researches the effects of mental illness, to try and know more about what you're going through.

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kaleidoscopewritings19 · 2 years

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BRUCE WAYNE X BATMOM READER

“A Trophy and Chloroform”

Characters: Bruce Wayne, Jason Todd, Damian Wayne, Tim Drake, Dick Grayson, and Batmom!Reader

Warnings: None

PROMPT: “Why, exactly do you need chloroform at 2AM?” (Idk who to give credit to, comment if you have their @!)

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Tonight was one of the rare nights that Bruce and the boys stayed home, and went to bed earlier than 4 AM. It was storming pretty bad outside, and I was grateful that Bruce called off tonight’s patrol. The boys argued the entire night over a game of monopoly that ended with Damian flipping the board. He even went as far as to throwing the metal alloy top hat piece at Jason.

“Cheater! You cheated, Todd!” The 12 year old boy screeched and both you and Bruce stared at him. “Damian Wayne! Was that necessary?” I asked and the boy looked at me, “But mother, he clearly cheated! Since when has he been smart enough to win a game that uses some mathematics? Or Monopoly in general?” Damian said as he gestured between the now scattered board game, and Jason.

Jason stood up, “I didn’t cheat, you demon spawn!” Damian got close up to Jason’s face, “Yes.You.Did. I never lose a game of monopoly and this time should have been no different.” Damian seethed and everyone was watching the argument go back and forth.

Dick was laughing and Tim rolled his eyes, trying to pick up the scattered cards. Bruce rubbed his forehead, “Boys, it was just a game. Damian, other people can win, you know….” Damian turned to Bruce, “But father, I never lose a game. I understand if it were you or Mother, or the other two dingbats. BUT TO JASON? It doesn’t make sense!” He said and I stood up from the carpet.

“Damian and Jason, I expect you two to clean this mess up, now. I don’t want to hear another word from either of you. Damian, honey, you need to learn that you can lose and it is okay to lose.” I say as I ruffled his hair. Usually, the person who wins the “Wayne’s Friendly Game of Monopoly”, gets a little trophy that says: “CHAMP”. It started as a joke, and we continued on the little tradition.

I handed the little trophy to Jason and he smiled, “Good job, Jay. Help Damian clean up the mess, please.” I say as I gave him a hug and Jason put the trophy on the table and began picking up cards. Damian was on the floor searching for the metal pieces, “Stupid. Jason. My trophy. I can’t lose to that moron..” Damian mumbled.

Bruce picked up my hand and led me up the stairs to our bedroom. “Should we really leave those two out there alone?” I ask and Bruce grinned. “Y/N, they will be fine. Let’s go upstairs and we can have some much needed alone time.” He whispered and closed the bedroom door behind me, and locked the door.

He pressed a kiss to my neck, “Okay, I like the sound of that…” I say and he picked me up and I wrapped my legs around his waist. Bruce gently laid me down on the bed, and hovered over me pressing kisses to my cheeks and his hand ran down underneath my shirt.

………..A FEW HOURS LATER………..

Bruce’s hand rested on my naked hip, “Goodnight…” he said and it barely came out audible. We both were exhausted and ready to go to sleep. “Goodnight, Brucie.”

I was almost asleep when I heard a click and the doorknob turned. Assuming it was Bruce, I closed my eyes and snuggled closer into my pillow. I felt Bruce pull me closer and when I opened my eyes, Damian was standing next to my bedside. Letting out a scream, Bruce jumped, “What! What?”

“Damian! What are you doing?” I ask as I pull the sheet closer to my body.

“Mother, Father, I need to know where we keep the extra chloroform at..” he said and Bruce flipped over and pulled the sheet over his head. “I don’t know Damian….. Check in the bat cave,” Damian was about to exit the bedroom.

“Woah, woah, hold it right there mister.” I say as I sat up straight, holding the bed sheet tight to my body. “Why, exactly, do you need chloroform at-“ I looked over at the alarm clock, “at 2 in the morning?” I ask and Damian put his hand on his hip. “Because, mother, I can’t sleep and I need to put some on my utility belt.” He said and I rolled my eyes.

“Go to bed, Damian.” I say and he closed the door behind him. “Bruce, didn’t we have the door locked?” I asked and Bruce shrugged his shoulders. I heard another click, and sighed. “Bruce….” I say shaking his shoulder.

Bruce flipped over, “What, babe? I’m tired, please let me sleep..” he said and I shook his shoulder again. “Do you attach chloroform to the utility belts?”

“No, Y/N. I usually just punch the criminal to knock them out. I hardly ever use chloroform…” he said as a soft snore left his lips.

Then it hit me. Damian and chloroform equals an unconscious Jason. Quickly, I put on a robe and tied it closed, and rushed to Jason’s room. The door was cracked open and Damian was standing with a rag in his hand, over a sleeping Jason. “Damian Thomas Wayne…” I hissed and the boy looked up. “Get over here, now!”

Damian walked away slowly from Jason and came out in the hallway. “I just wanted the trophy, Mother! The chloroform would just knock him out while I took it. Plus, I would’ve done everyone a favor.” He said as he glared into the bedroom.

“How would that be doing anyone a favor?” I asked and Damian looked back at me, “Doesn’t his snoring annoy you?” He asked and before I could answer, a loud snore emitted from the dark bedroom. I closed the door and shook my head, “Damian, bed, now.” I say as I took the rag and bottle from the dark haired boy. I watched him to make sure that he went back to his room, and once he did, I went back to bedroom and tossed the rag on to the bathroom counter.

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THE NEXT MORNING

Bruce woke up and then I followed him into the bathroom. He picked up the chloroform rag and was about to wet it so he could wash his face. “I wouldn’t use that rag if I were you.” I say and Bruce looked down at it. “Why?” He questioned looking at it.

“Because our son tried to drug our other son in order to get last night’s trophy.” I say and Bruce tossed the rag into the trash. “Did he succeed?” He asked and I shook my head. “Nope, momma got there before he got the chance.” I say and Bruce smiled and pressed a kiss to my forehead. “Good.”

The sound of a thud came from the hallway and Tim yelled, “MOM, DAD, DAMIAN USED CHLOROFORM ON JASON!”

“IT’S MINE! I TOOK WHAT IS RIGHTFULLY MINE!” Damian yells as he barrels down the stairs. I look over at Bruce, “Did you lock the cabinet?” He asked and I gasped.

“You have a cabinet full of chloroform that Damian is able to reach?” I ask and Bruce’s cheeks turn red, “I didn’t think he’d get into it!” He said as he followed me out of the bedroom.

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Thank you for reading, hope you enjoyed it!

#batman x reader #bruce wayne #bruce wayne x batmom #bruce wayne x reader #bruce wayne x y/n #robert pattinson #battinson #dc comics #dc heroes #batmoblie #batmom #damian wayne #tim drake #dick grayson #jason todd #red hood #batman and robin

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ikilledjoffery · 2 years

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Could you write a daemon Targaryen x reader using prompt 9. “You took all the pillows so I’m using you as one.”

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Usually it was the other way around, you would be fast asleep before Daemon appeared to be tired or sometimes appear at all. But tonight you had stayed at a ladies party later than anticipated as the alcohol had flowed quite nicely. That nice flow had caused a flow of mouth to happen for different women, especially those who were rarely exposed to drinking. Intrigued by their drama and stories you had stayed, now you felt like a young maiden again as you snuck into your shared bedroom.

“Shit.” You whispered giggling as you shut the door a bit louder than anticipated as you weren’t able to see the distance between the door and the space it didn’t occupy opened. Tip toeing forward you dug your heel into the other one forcing the heeled boots off your feet with a large amount of exhausted strength. You decided to continue to strip until you met the bed, in which whatever you still had on would remain for sleep clothes.

As you reached the bed you were even more quiet as you heard Daemon's light noises providing evidence that he was asleep and had been for a while. With a small but respectable amount of clothes on you crawled into bed, barely stirring the blankets as you got comfortable. But something felt off, the bed was colder and harder than usual. Specifically where your head was laying. Reaching behind yourself you felt for the familiar feeling of a pillow, but to no avail. Rolling just your head over you faced your husband who was laying on his back fast asleep, two pillows rather than one under his head as he breathed somewhat through his mouth in slumber.

“You little shit.” You mouthed at Daemon seeing as to how you couldn’t get your pillow without waking the sleeping beauty in front of you. Waking him was like waking a bear with a club covered in spikes, he would win that fight and would certainly make your life much harder for the rest of the night.

You knew good and well you weren’t gonna get good sleep without something to lay your head on something. Yes, maybe you were a little privileged to be comfortable sleeping, but that was just how things were. Instead of making a pillow out of a blanket that could possibly be attached to the sleeping man you were being even more resourceful as you laid your head on his chest and curled into his body.

“What are you doing?” Daemon sounded much more awake than what he had looked like he was which made you jump ever so slightly.

“You took all the pillows so I’m using you as one.” Putting on a sleepy and exhausted voice you snuggled even closer to him, putting an arm around his waist and a leg across his straight one.

“Would you like your pillow back?” Daemon didn’t even open his eyes as he sighed grumpily and spoke to you keeping the current position he was in.

“No, you’ll do just fine.” Lifting your head up just a little you kissed the middle column of his throat right in the middle trying to convince him to let you rest like this.

“I suppose.” He spoke as if this was a chore, yet his arm came up from under you to wrap around your back and pull you even further onto his body. You could feel him snuggling his face into your hair, and his other hand pulled the blanket up onto your body making sure you shared the warmth of its soft fabric.

“I love you Daemon.” You giggled as he made sure that both of you were comfortable and able to sleep in the position he kept you in and that you had started in.

“No, you love that I am warm and comfortable to sleep on. But for tonight I’ll accept that.” Daemon sounded more sleepy than he had previously in the conversation you had. But this did give you an idea, hide the pillows…

#daemon imagine #daemon x reader #daemon targaryen imagine #daemon targaryen #daemon targaryen x reader

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thatharringrovehoe · 1 year

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Roommate AU where Billy has noise cancelling earbuds on and jerks it to a video of Steve at the beach he has saved on his phone. Only, his headphones aren't connected. And because they aren't connected, he just thinks he has the volume way to low so he cranks it. And because he has noise cancelling earbuds in and the volume on his phone cranked, he doesn't hear Steve come home from work and walk towards the living room. The living room with the couch that Billy is currently spread out on, jacking it to a video of Steve in a tiny speedo being knocked over by a wave and laughing into the camera.

Steve 100% doesn't say anything. At first it's out of shock, but after that wears off he's ashamed to admit he just can't bring himself to walk away. He tells himself it's not a big deal, it's the living room; Billy has a bedroom all to himself he could have used. But he didn't. Steve doesn't notice the earbuds, but he can tell that Billy doesn't know he's standing right there, lost in his own fantasy. Before Steve can make a decision over whether or not he should say something, Billy cums with a shout, back arching off the couch as he bites his fist on a whine. As quiet as he can, Steve tiptoes to the front door, opening it and loudly slamming it closed. He hears a hissed "fuck" from the living room while he pretends to just get back from work, hands shaking and dick harder than it's ever been in his life.

He avoids Billy for a whole week. Which, given that they live together, is a feat in and of itself. Because Steve doesn't really know what this means is the thing. Was it a mistake? He hadn't been overly loud coming home but surely Billy would have heard him. Right? Probably.

Only-

Why was he watching that video? Did Billy want Steve to catch him? To see him bring himself off to a video that Steve wasn't even aware he had taken? He remembers that beach trip. Billy had tried teaching him how to surf for hours, laughing every time a wave knocked Steve off his board. And every single time, Billy would help hoist him out of the water to try again, smile patient and amused.

Or-.

Maybe Steve is reading to much into this. He knows he looks good. He works at a damn gym, so he ends up working out every day just to look like he's doing something when his boss is making her rounds. So maybe that's all it is. A means to an end.

Steve doesn't think to hard about why that makes his chest hurt.

Billy knows something is wrong. And not like, roommate wrong either. This isn't Billy not taking out the trash when it's his turn or leaving a mess in the kitchen. No. This shit? It's serious. Because even though their work schedules have lined up perfectly the past week, Billy hasn't seen Steve once. If it weren't for the fact that he updates his Instagram everyday Billy would think the guy had been murdered.

And like. Okay. Look. Billy knows he's not owed Steve's time or whatever. Alright? It's just-

He misses him.

Everyday when he would normally come home to Steve blending another one of those fucking protein shakes and complaining about customers leaving their underwear in the change rooms, now it's just. Silence. Absence. An empty apartment with a note on the counter that says anything from 'Went out with Robbin' to 'Picked up an extra shift'. Which. Okay. But Billy knows for a fact the gym Steve works at closes at nine, and Steve stumbled home that night at around one in the morning. It's got Billy feeling like a jealous girlfriend, staying up late while the dinner he made goes cold on the table.

Or whatever.

He doesn't know what to do. Tells as much to Heather over their lunch break, a rare lull in beach goers giving them a chance to draw it out longer then usual.

"Maybe he's seeing someone" Heather says casually. Like the mere thought isn't a rusty knife to Billy's gut.

Aggressively chewing the rest of his granola bar, he shoves the wrapper in his bag to throw away later. He fucking hates when people leave trash on the beach. As if there isn't a garbage can every twenty feet up at the boardwalk.

"Why would he lie about it though? It's not like he hasn't brought girls home before"

"Mhmm. And I bet you were really normal about that. Didn't give them dirty looks or anything"

Billy's cheeks heat.

"Shut up"

They fall into a comfortable silence, the sound of waves gently lapping at the shore a comforting backdrop.

A thought occurs to him then, devastating in a way that leaves him nauseous. Billy's voice is quiet. Small.

"What if he moves out?"

Because that would make sense wouldn't it? That Steve finally got tired of Billys bullshit. That Billy finally somehow ruined the brightest light in his life since Steve asked him if he wanted to go to Los Angeles together. Like he hadn't been chomping at the bit to come home ever since the 'Leaving California' sign disappeared in his rearview. And *sure*, he had thought Steve meant something different at first. Something more intimate than living together to cut down on rent while Steve went to art school. Billy was going anyway, having gotten into UCLA. It was stupid of him to hope for something more in the first place.

Heather seems to read his mind, in that way only best friends who listen to all your bullshit really can.

"You really have to stop falling tits over ass for straight boys babe"

"Fuck off" he says without any real heat.

As if Billy doesn't know.

Heathers phone pings from her jacket pocket. She swipes it open with a small smile.

Billy grins, a shark scenting blood.

"Speaking of falling for straight people. What sorority pledge has you pulling a face like that Holloway?"

Heather scoffs, punching him in the arm.

"For your information, dick head, she's a lesbian. And we've already been on two dates so fuck you"

"Careful babe, wouldn't want your new girlfriend to hear you've got designs on me"

Heather rolls her eyes, checking her pockets for something. Billy nudges her shoulder with his own, voice sincere.

"Hey, for real. I'm happy for you"

She smiles, exasperated and fond. After rooting around in all her pockets and coming up empty handed, she huffs. Irritated.

"Hey can I borrow your headphones? I must have left mine at home."

"Sure" he says before grabbing them from his bag and handing them over.

"Not your broken ones, you ass."

"They're not broken, I just got those!"

"Yes they are! These are the ones you had in your pocket when you fell into the pool at what's his face's frat party. Look, the case doesn't even have a charge light. They're hella busted"

That can't be right. That was over a month ago and Billy's been using them just fine.

Right?

In a panic, Billy snatches the headphones out of Heather's hand, ignoring her indignant 'hey!', before jamming them into his ears. He picks a video on his phone at random and presses play.

Oh fuck.

Oh god.

When he looks over, Heather goes from annoyed to concerned in a blink.

"Billy? Hey, are you okay?"

No. No he's not and there's a very real possibility he never will be again.

"I think-" Billy can feel his heartbeat thumping in his neck, a breath away from an anxiety attack "I think I fucked up"

"You can't keep avoiding him forever"

Robin sticks another post it note to Steve's head while he pretends to ignore her, eyes closed as he leans back in the second comfiest office chair. It's not worth the trouble fighting her over the top spot. She always wins anyway, pestering him until he gets up even if he got there first. Which at this point seems to be pointless however, considering he has what feels like an entire package of post-its in his hair.

"I'm not avoiding him. I'm just-" Robin sticks another note on his nose so it flutters when he sighs "-busy. God, stop that!"

He sits up, shaking his head like a lion shedding it's mane, neon pink squares littering the ground. His manager is going to chew his ear out if she sees the mess. And by the smug look on Robbin's face as she kicks her feet up on the desk, she knows it to.

With a sigh, Steve's picks them up, blowing limp hair out of his eyes. He hasn't had the opportunity to grab any of his styling products and bring them to work. You know, to save on time. Not because he's avoiding Billy. Which he isn't.

"It's not my fault Shauna hates you. Maybe stop being such a tart and luring in gym manager's unsuspecting husbands"

"I turned him down! If anything she should be mad at him, not me!"

Robin isn't even paying attention, furiously typing away on her phone while biting her lip on a smile. She's been absolutely insufferable since her and 'Mystery Girl' went on their second date. Steve's happy for her.

"We're at work, Robin, stop sending your girlfriend nudes"

He's also petty.

She doesn't take the bait though, just looks up from her phone, unimpressed.

"Steven-"

"Oh fuck off, don't use my full name"

"Stephano Giovanni Harrington-"

"I hate that you found my birth certificate -"

"I have been listening to your 'boy problems'" Robin makes quotations with her fingers, ignoring Steve's indigent splutter "for going on a full week. If you're not going to take my advice, then I don't know what you want from me."

"Okay, first of all-"

"Jesus God Steve.."

"First of all! It's not boy problems. Alright? It's a very real, very important crisis. And second, 'Just tell him you're in love with him' is not advice. It's a death sentence."

Robin rolls her eyes before pulling her hoodie over her face with a groan.

"Stevie, he was straight up jacking it to a video of your smile. That's the gayest shit I've ever heard and I'm an out lesbian who runs a weekend theatre group."

"Wow, way to stereotype."

Robin lobs her balled up sandwich wrapper at his face. It bounces off his cheek.

"Steve!"

And. Okay. Fine. He knows Robin is at least partially right. He should say something soon. This whole thing has been eating him alive all week. Or-. No. That's not right.

Because Billy Hargrove pulled into Hawkins two years ago now. And Steve has been in love with him for eighteen months and twenty two days.

Or something.

But-

"Robin, what if-" Steve hesitates. And Robin, being the very patient and understanding best friend that she is, pushes herself out of the comfiest office chair to cross the room and pull him into a hug. Her sweatshirt smells like sunscreen and cotton candy body spray and Steve wonders if Mystery Girl knows that Robbin wears her clothes.

"What if he doesn't feel the same?"

Robin squeezes him tighter. "Then you can help keep me from U-hauling with my new girlfriend and come live at my place. I'll roll out a blanket for you in the corner and everything."

Steve chuffs a laugh into her shoulder. "How generous."

"I mean it Steve" she pulls back enough to look him in the eye "if this goes tits up? You'll always have me."

And that's true. He and Robin have been through Russian interrogation and customer service together. So. Trauma bonded for life.

"Go home early, Stephano. Your boy is probably waiting up for you." Gently, Robin pushes him towards the door "And when you confess, because I'm covering your shift in the name of true love, text me. No matter which way it goes. Kay?"

Steve nods, feeling braver than he has in a long while. Glad to have the kind of friends he does. Steeling himself, he grabs his stuff from the employee locker room, ducking Shauna on his way out the front door.

He's going to tell Billy.

Billy paces the front entryway of their apartment, Heather's words ringing in his ears.

Just talk to him Billy!

Yeah. Sure.

'Hey Steve, did you want to order Chinese tonight? Oh, and before I forget, did you happen to catch me stroking my cock to a video of you at full volume because I'm an absolute fucking dumbass who didn't realize his headphones were broken?'

His phone is burning a hole in his pocket, the "I need to talk to you" from Steve heavy and foreboding.

Rubbing the heels of his palms into his eye sockets till he sees starbursts of color, Billy stops.

Fuck.

Growling in frustration, he looks at his reflection in the mirror hanging by the door. The one Steve put up 'Just as a final check before I leave the house'.

"Don't be a fucking pussy, Hargrove. You can do this. Since when does someone like Steve scare you?"

The Billy staring back at him looks unconvinced.

Always

He can't fucking do this.

Just as Billy's about to grab his shoes and bolt out the door, the metal grinding of a key turning in the lock has his lungs seizing.

Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck-

"Oh hey! You're here."

God, how long has it been since he's heard Steve's voice? It's got Billy all fucked up, palms sweating so bad he has to discreetly wipe them on his jeans.

Steve looks-. Tired, honestly. Like he hasn't gotten a good sleep in days, bangs flat and flopping adorably in front of his face. There are bags under his eyes, dark purple like a bruise.

He's probably up all night fucking his new girlfrie-

"Yeah, I uh. I got your text. So. Here I am."

Just like I've been all week, every day you didn't come home

He searches Steve's face for any kind of levity, anything to ease the nauseating tension swirling in his gut. Steve is biting the inside of his cheek, looking anywhere but Billy's face. Like he's nervous.

I can't fucking do this

Steve slips off his shoes and closes the door, plastic liquor store bag clinking at his side. A quick glance tells Billy's it's that fancy brand Steve got him hooked on back in Hawkins. The one he grabbed out of his dad's mini fridge to press against Billy's black eye while they hung out on the side of Steve's pool.

Please don't make me fucking do this

"I'm just gonna put the rest of these in the fridge if you wanna sit on the couch. I ordered pizza on the way here so we don't have to worry about dinner or whatever."

Steve shoots him a smile that doesn't reach his eyes. Billy swallows down the urge to beg for another chance.

Mechanically, he makes his way to the couch. He can hear Steve shuffling around in the kitchen before the click-hiss of a beer bottle being opened, one after the other. When Steve rounds the corner their eyes connect and Billy watches in real time as a blush spreads up Steve's neck and ears, fire engine red.

Shit

Fuck

He knows.

And Billy cant fucking do this

"Listen, Steve-"

"Billy, I wanted to tell you-"

They both pause, an awkward silence settling over the livingroom like a wet blanket. Steve is the one to break it, chuckling quietly as he walks the rest of the way over to sit on the coffee table in front of the couch, handing Billy a beer. It tastes like chlorine and the roar of cicadas on a Hawkins summer evening.

Steve clears his throat.

"You go first."

Billy squeezes the glass bottle in his hand so hard he thinks it might crack, muscles locked in fight of flight. This is it. The end of the road. He looks up at Steve and commits this moment to memory. Needs to keep this version of Steve tucked away for a rainy day, to think back on after he never speaks to Billy again.

He chugs half the bottle in an attempt to sooth his nerves.

It doesn't work.

"Okay. So. I uh-. I leant Heather my headphones today."

Steve cocks his head to the side like a confused puppy. Billy's heart cracks right down the middle.

Please please please, don't make me do this

"And it turns out they're broken. Have been broken for a while actually. Which I definitely didn't know by the way." Billy watches in a resigned kind of horror as Steve's eyes widen in understanding. As the puzzle pieces snap into place.

"So, you didn't know I was home when you were out here rubbing one out to that video of me?"

It's like a punch to the solar plexus. The world comes to a screeching sickening hault around him as Billy fights not to puke up expensive beer all over Steve's feet.

He knows. Steve saw and then avoided Billy for an entire week. Can't even manage look him in the eye. Bought Billy's favorite beer and pizza to let him down easy because he found some girl and he's going to get married and leave him behind because everyone always leaves Billy Hargrove in the end.

Warm hands squeeze his shoulders, dragging him back to reality. Steve's big brown eyes are concerned and pretty and right up close, him having put down his beer at some point and scooting forward into Billy's personal space. He smells like sweat and expensive calogne and a different laundry detergent than he normally uses because he's washing his clothes at some girls house-

"I'm sorry. Steve, I'm so fucking sorry. I didn't mean for you to find out. Okay? I promise. We-. We can just forget this ever happened. Right? Because I can't-. I don't want-"

To Billy's complete mortification, he can feel the burn of tears prickling his eyeline.

"Just-. Please. Don't fucking move out."

Neil's voice is there in the back of his head, mocking him like it always does when Billy's fucked up.

Pussy

Grow up

Pathetic

Stop crying like some kind of-

"I love you."

Billy freezes, whole body locked and rigid. Because there's no way. One hundred percent no way that straight boy Steve Harrington, King Steve, said-.

That he loves-

Steve's lips are soft when they press against his own. Warm and cautious but not pulling away. His hands move from Billy's shoulders to tangle in his curls, sending goosebumps pebbling down his back.

After a moment, Billy comes back to himself. Grabs Steve's shirt and hauls him into his lap, straddling Billy's thighs. His mind a constant litany of I love you I love you I love you I love you I love-

*Bzzzzzt*

The door buzzer for the lobby entrance sounds off like a gunshot. With a jolt, both Steve and Billy pull away.

Right. The pizza.

Steve groans, moving to get up and answer the door, before Billy pulls him back down for another kiss. Something hungrier. With teeth.

"Leave it."

Steve huffs a laugh that breaks into a moan as Billy trails kisses down his neck to his collar bone.

"I can't. That's like, seventy dollars worth of pizza."

Billy pulls back to look at Steve's face, the sheepish expression doing nothing to dissuade him from ravishing Steve right here on their threadbare couch.

"What the fuck did you buy seventy dollars worth of pizza for?"

Steve's blush deepens in embarrassment. "I panicked! I just wanted to like. Woo you, or whatever."

Affection spreads like warm honey in Billy's chest. Fills him up to bursting.

This boy.

"You caught me getting off to a video of you. I don't really think you need to woo anything."

Without warning, Steve leans forward to peck Billy on the lips.

"I wanted to."

God.

Fucking

Billy's not going to survive this. He's going to melt into a gooey puddle right into the couch befor they even get to the fun part.

"Steve, I-"

*Bzzzzzt!*

"Hang on a fucking second!" Billy hollers. Steve is looking at him expectantly.

Deep breath

"I'm in love with you, Steve. Fucking, butterflies in my stomach, scribbling your name on my notebook. The whole bit. You're it for me."

The smile that spreads across Steve's face is brighter than sunshine glinting off ocean waves. Smooths out all the jagged pieces catching on each other in Billy's chest.

*Bzzzzzzzzzzzzzzt!*

With a roll of his eyes, Steve pushes himself up and points at Billy.

"Hold that thought"

He walks over to the front door, grabbing the four large pizzas (Jesus Steve), before shutting the door and dropping them onto the coffee table.

Grabbing Billy's wrist, Steve hauls him up and towards his bedroom.

Billy smirks.

"Thought you wanted to woo me, Stevie"

"I am. Figured we could make a better video for your phone first"

And just like that, heat roars from the top of Billy's head to the tips of his toes, settling deep in his gut. He pulls Steve back towards him, hauling him up over his shoulder and charging down the hall, Steve's laughter finally filling the apartment again.

#discord blurbs #I'd clean it up more but I'm tired so #this is what you get #idiots to lovers #harringrove #steve herrington #billy hargrove #Heather Holloway #robin buckley #stranger things #that hoe writes

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Damn, I Wish I Was Your Lover

SUMMARY: Joe has some conflicting thoughts about who he is as a person.

PAIRING: Joe Burrow x Original Character

WARNINGS: cheating (sort of)

WORD COUNT: 1.4k

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Joe and Nova had a rather perfect life. There wasn’t anything that could tear them apart; they’d been dating since their LSU days where they had met when Joe had transferred there. And now that Joe was in the NFL, there wasn’t anything those two couldn’t handle.

But Nova had noticed that Joe had become a little distant lately. She couldn’t pinpoint why, and maybe she was just overthinking things like she would usually do, but instead of bringing it up to him so they could talk about it, she let it go. Little did she know that would end up being the biggest mistake of her life.

Joe, on the other hand, knew he was being distant. A couple weeks back when he was picking up takeout for him and Nova after a grueling day of practice, he’d met one of the employees at the restaurant he really enjoyed talking to while he waited on the food to finish cooking. Only problem was that he didn’t have their phone number, hadn’t seen them since that day, and didn’t know if he would again.

But that wasn’t even the biggest problem he was currently faced with. The problem was that the person he met was a man. And Joe was incredibly confused on why he felt some kind of way towards him. He hadn’t ever thought of men in that way, hadn’t ever really considered himself as anything other than straight. It was all he knew, especially growing up in the conservative household that he did. And practically being thrust into the football world at such a young age, hadn’t really helped his questioning either. Football was a gritty, masculine sport. It was very rare that you heard of anyone being gay or any sexuality other than straight.

The only thing Joe was completely sure of, was that he wasn’t gay. He was simply just trying to figure out if he was something more than just what he had always known since he was young. Would it be such a bad thing if he was? Yes, actually. Well, that’s what he told himself, at least. Now that he was in the NFL, all eyes were on him. And more so now since he was playing the best football he’d ever had in his entire career this year. Literally every single move he made, was practically under a microscope. And with the Bengals being the current reigning AFC Champions and making a Super Bowl run last season, it was only making it harder on him to cope with how he was feeling at the moment.

One night while Joe was sitting up in bed watching film on his iPad, as per usual, Nova was busy showering. It was their usual routine. Joe had work or practice during the day and when he came home, they’d have dinner, talk for a little while, maybe watch some television, then they’d head to bed where he would sometimes stay up a little later just to watch more film. But he couldn’t seem to find himself being able to concentrate on what he was watching. He pressed pause on the film for a moment and set his iPad down on the bed beside him, then reaching over to pick up his phone. He could still hear the shower running, so he knew he had a little bit of time to make an incredibly stupid decision that would potentially cost him his entire relationship.

Joe had downloaded the Grindr app after he had met the guy he couldn’t stop thinking about. Though, he hadn’t put it to use until now because he didn’t think he had a need for it. But with his curious mind, he opened up the app and created a profile for himself. He wasn’t going to do anything, he decided. He was just going to look. There wasn’t anything wrong with simply looking… Right?

Once his information was input into his profile, available men in the area had started to pop up on the home screen. It was weird. He’d never done this sort of thing before, but it felt… Good in some way. Like he didn’t have to hide who he felt like he was. Instead of putting on a front for everyone he knew and the entire world.

While Joe was swiping through everyone, he had stopped dead in his tracks when the profile of the man he met back at the restaurant popped up. His name was Jameson, but mostly went by James. There was no fucking way. His mind had to have been messing with him, that must’ve been it. But he was most definitely there, and Joe didn’t hesitate to swipe right. The two were instantly connected and he quickly went to send him a message.

Hey, it’s Joe. I don’t know if you remember me, but I was the guy you were talking to at work a couple weeks ago. I didn’t know you were on here.

When Joe was quickly hit with a message back seconds later, he sat up a little straighter and glanced over at the bathroom door to make sure it was still shut and that the shower water was still running. His heart was pounding in his chest, but in the most exciting way it had in a long time.

Hey, Joe! I do remember you, it was great talking to you that day. Safe to say I could say the same thing because the last thing I would’ve expected to see is you on here. You know, being the star quarterback of the Bengals and all. Could’ve sworn it was a myth that football players could like men.

Very funny. It’s not a myth. Not that I know of, at least. But it’s kind of frowned upon, I guess. There aren’t many out and proud football players in the league.

Joe felt a flush of warmth cover his entire body as two of them exchanged more messages. He couldn’t help but to feel so comfortable and at ease talking to this guy. However, he knew the fantasy wasn’t bound to last long. He’d suddenly heard the door to the bathroom unlock and he nearly dropped his phone on the floor in trying to act unsuspecting while setting it back down on the nightstand table. He went to grab his iPad again and pressed play on the film again, pretending as if he hadn’t just been doing something he shouldn’t have been doing.

A then freshly showered Nova appeared in the room, and she walked over to him with a smile, leaning down to press a kiss to his lips. “Hi, honey. How was your shower?” Joe asked, returning the kiss with a smile of his own.

“It was good, nothing special. How’s film watching going?” Nova responded as she maneuvered around the bed to make herself comfortable on her side of it.

“The same as usual,” he said, shrugging his shoulders.

The small talk between the two of them was driving them both insane. It happened every night. They would barely talk and if they did, it was the same damn conversation every single time. The nagging feeling that Nova had wouldn’t go away, but she still didn’t want to say anything. She really was just trying to avoid an argument or perhaps a large-scale fight. The two of them had their fair share of fights being together as long as they were, and they were never pretty. Which was her entire reasoning behind not wanting to bring anything up.

Joe could hear Nova sigh next to him as she laid down and stared up at the ceiling, clearly deep in thought. He stopped watching film and decided to lock his iPad before setting it down next to his phone on the nightstand table, turning off the light for the night. He moved to lay beside her on his side, pulling her into him so he could spoon her from behind. “Something wrong, baby?”

Nova chewed on her bottom lip, still deep in thought as she contemplated on finally bringing up the distance issue when Joe asked her if anything was wrong. But she decided against it. At least for now because it was late at night and they were both tired, and had to be up early for work in the morning. She sighed again and leaned back into his embrace before shutting her eyes for the night. “Not at all, babe. I love you.”

She could faintly hear him whisper he loved her back and telling her goodnight before they both eventually fell asleep. Without either of them knowing that they both had so much on their mind that they wanted to talk about.

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ya-zz · 11 months

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Ok! I simply wanted, maybe a Cassidy reaction/one-shot where reader would like to expand the family with him? Just them talking about it and just fluff!

Aaa It's been a while since I have written anything to do with Cassidy!

This was such a cute req to do! ♥

Cassidy x Reader

Word count: 1052

It had been at the forefront of you mind for a long time, but you never brought it to light. Maybe it was the fear coursing through you, fear of judgement… fear of losing your beloved cowboy.

But then there was also the issue of Cassidy working all the time, rarely home and being with you. Overwatch took him out of your life more times than you could count. The sleepless nights of worrying about him, worrying if he’ll make it home, it was all a little too much.

You loved him, though.

You had been with him through the worst times and the best times. From him meeting you at a bar one night after a tough break up, to being fucked rough by him many nights later. You had both grown on each other. Two broken people slowly being fixed by one another.

The door closing snapped you out of your thoughts, his boots being thrown to the floor before he approaches you.

“Hey darlin’.” He walks over to you, leaning down and planting a soft kiss onto your head before walking around the sofa and sitting next to you, wrapping his arm around your shoulders and pulling you towards him.

Your body rested gently against his, a silent sigh escaping you as you craned your neck up to meet his face. He looks down at you, smiling warmly before kissing your forehead.

“How was work?” You asked, returning the smile.

“Long ‘nd slow.” His chest rose and fell quickly as he released a deep sigh. His other hand reached into his pocket to pull out his phone and lighter, throwing them onto the coffee table.

“The usual then?” You laughed gently, moving your hand to rest it upon his chest.

“S’pose.” His head tilted back against the back of the sofa, hair falling away from his face.

There was a comfortable silence in the room as the two of you sat there, enjoying each others company. A habit you both picked up almost a month into the relationship. The evenings were usually spent in quiet comfort, in each others arms until one stirred and had to move.

“Hey, Cass?” You keep your head facing forward as you speak out. “Can I ask you something?”

“What is it, sweetheart?” His hand gently rubbed your arm, calming the anxiety you had been feeling all afternoon.

You stayed silent for a moment, trying to find the right words to say.

“[y/n]? Sweetie, what’s wrong?” Cassidy pulled you closer to him, his hand never leaving your arm. “Is everythin’ alright?”

A small nod for confirmation before you sat up, turning your body to face him fully. You look over at him, brushing a strand of hair behind his ear.

Cassidy sat up straight before pulling you on top of him so you were sat on his lap, hands gently resting against your hips. He noticed the nervousness within you, slightly puzzled as he kept his soft eyes on you.

“It’s been on my mind for awhile…” You started, looking deep into his eyes, looking for something, searching those amber irises.

“You’re not breakin’ up on me now, are ya?” He grinned, cocking his head to the slide slightly.

“What? No!” You smile, tapping his chest in a playful way.

Cassidy chuckled, squeezing your hips gently. “What’s up darlin’?”

You let a gentle sigh escape you. “I wanna start a family with you.” You blurted out, wanting to get it over with.

Your partner looked at you, eyes widened slightly and still grinning. “Well that surely was somethin’ I didn’t expect.”

“I’m serious, Cass…” Your cheeks flushed, heating up with the passing seconds as he kept his eyes locked with yours.

His hands squeezed your sides again. “I heard ya-” He paused. “With everythin’ going on with work-”

“I know, I know… I just…” You let out a sigh, knowing he was right.

“[y/n], listen to me. I would love to have a kid or two with you, but bein’ on call is gonna make it difficult.” His hands gently rubbed up and down your sides.

You nod, tears brimming your eyes. “I know…”

Cassidy pulled you down, holding you in his arms. Something inside of him felt bad - you two had been together for a few years now, everything was perfect. Bringing up a kid or two while he was working was next to impossible. He wasn’t ready to throw the towel in just yet, having already agreed to his next mission. He never knew when he was going to leave or even return. Some lasted days, other months - he wasn’t willing to leave you alone for that long with no help. He wanted to raise them with you, especially during their first years.

Yet… part of him just wanted to say “fuck it” and get down to it, to hell with Overwatch for now, but he couldn’t pull himself to do it. He didn’t want to put all the pressure onto you.

“Maybe one day…” You whisper against his chest.

Cassidy heard the sadness in your voice, his heart breaking. Maybe one day… When would that day be? Would I ever get the chance to settle down with them? He ruffled his hair, releasing a breath he didn’t realise he had been holding.

“I’ll see what I can do.” He leant down and kissed the top of your head.

His words made you look up at him, a questioning look on your face.

He chuckled, “Look at you…” His hand gently caressed your cheek as he stared at you, eyes meeting yours before he lent down and kissed you, his facial hair tickling your upper lip. “I can’t promise anythin’, but yes… I would love to start a family with you, darlin’.”

His lips met yours again, feeling the warmth emanating from your body as he held you tight, not wanting to let you go.

Cassidy was quick with his movements as he picked you up, hands holding your thighs as your legs wrapped around his back. He moved his hands to rest on your back, pulling you closer to him as his lips never left yours while he carried you over to the bedroom.

You thought to yourself. A family with you, Cassidy, would be a dream come true…

#cole cassidy #cassidy x reader #cassidy #reader #overwatch #overwatch cole cassidy #ow #fanfic #overwatch fanfiction #overwatch 2 #yazzfics

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riahlynn101 · 6 months

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"A Sky Full of Stars."

This was a request for a one shot where Mike and Vanessa reveal their true feelings to each other. I didn't get all the plot points in the request, but I'll save those for a different one shot.

Thank you to the person that requested this. It was a joy to work with you, and I hope you enjoy :D!!

word count: 1,537

"How was school today?" Vanessa asks, taking her seat at the dinner table. Behind her, the setting sun casts an orangish glow on the off-white wall. It's a quarter after seven. It was a little later than

their usual dinner time, but only because Mike and she had to work later.

Mike at the local diner downtown.

And Vanessa at the police station.

Thankfully, she had the foresight to pick up a pizza before heading home.

And isn't that such a novel concept?

Home.

A place that Vanessa looks forward to returning to every day, with people that fill her heart with joy.

She feels….safe.

Mike smiles at her across the table. It's not as rare a sight since the entire incident at Freddy's occurred. For a while there, Vanessa worried he was incapable of smiling.

"Good," Abby answers, biting into her pizza. "I aid-"

"Ew, Abbs, don't talk with your mouthful," Mike lightly admonishes. "It's gross."

Swallowing, Abby sticks her tongue out. "You're grosser!"

Mike makes a face. "Nuh, uh!"

Watching the pair of siblings bicker is the highlight of her day. Their arguments are almost always silly and nonsensical, but they are the most entertaining things Vanessa has ever watched.

"Vanessa," Abby says, "tell Mike he's grosser than me."

She looks between the siblings. To a (relatively) clean little girl, save for the pizza sauce stain on her shirt. And then to the nearly 30-year-old man, with chronically sad eyes and a penchant for sleeping.

Neither of them are "gross" by any means, but Vanessa once watched the aforementioned nearly 30-year-old man dig through the trash can for coupons. Which she would be sympathetic to if they weren't already five months expired.

"Mike."

"See," Abby gloats, sitting back in her chair.

Mike puts a hand over his heart, leaning back. In a dramatic voice, he yells out, "Betrayal!" He touches the back of his hand to his forehead, feigning sickness.

Both she and Abby erupt into laughter. The kind that makes your sides hurt.

These are the moments that make this house feel like a home.

These are the moments that make Vanessa feel like she's finally found her people.

-x-x-x-

That night, Vanessa tucks Abby into bed. It's usually Mike's job, but he's setting up the VCR in the living room.

"Vanessa…?" Abby asks, fiddling with a loose thread in her blanket.

"Yeah?" She tucks a stray hair behind Abby's ear, soothing down the girl's bangs. "Something wrong?"

"No, I just…"

"Just what? You know you can talk to me. I promise, whatever it is, I won't get mad."

Abby nods. "You aren't going to leave anytime soon, right?"

"I would hope not. Unless this is your way of telling me to kick rocks?"

Abby blinks owlishly up at her. "What does kick rocks mean?"

Again, Vanessa soothes the girl's bangs down. "Leave, get out."

"Oh," Abby murmurs. "No, I'm asking because we don't want you to leave." She furrowed her eyebrows. Such a severe expression on such a cute face should be laughable, but Vanessa listens to her as intently as she would her boss. "I think if you left, Mike would be sad again. He smiles more when you're around."

"He smiles when you're around, too," Vanessa says. And that's the truest thing she's ever said.

Everything he does, he does for Abby. Hell, what led Mike to even take the job at Freddy's was his need to stay with his sister.

"Yeah, 'cause he loves me, too."

Vanessa flounders, trying the right words. "Yeah…uh….well, your brother doesn't love me. But we are pretty good friends, so-"

"No, he loves you." Her tone is so matter-of-factly that Vanessa finds it hard to argue. "Or, at the very least, really, really likes you."

She nods along, unable to formulate a coherent thought.

"But that's okay with me. I like you being here." Abby's eyes start to shut, head sinking deeper into the pillow. "I think you're cool."

Vanessa pulls the covers up. "I think you're cool, too," she murmurs. "Goodnight, Abby."

-x-x-x-

It's nine by the time Vanessa makes her way down the hallway. A glance at the clock hanging in the dining room tells her that much.

The living room is only lit by a static-filled screen. The VCR rests in front of the TV, not hooked up. Mike is nowhere in sight.

"Mike?" She calls. "Where did you go?" It's times like this that Vanessa really hates her father. When her anxiety starts acting up, and it feels like there's a weight on her chest. Making it hard to breathe. To think.

She panics - just a little and quietly because Abby is sleeping. She looks behind the couch, in the

kitchen, and even behind the TV stand. But there's no sign of Mike, which only makes her anxiety worse.

The front door opens. Mike pops his head in. "Right- are you okay?"

Vanessa stares at him, eyes wide and hair a mess from the frantic search. "Yes, why wouldn't I be?"

He looks at her, and then looks at the askew couch cushions, and then back at her.

"No reason. I wanted to show you something." Mike holds the door open.

"I thought we were gonna watch a movie."

"I promise this is better," he says.

"Better than," Vanessa eyes the cassette tape on the TV stand, "Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer?"

Mike shakes his head. "Nothing is better than Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer, but this is definitely a close second."

She laughs, joining Mike outside.

It's a warm night in the middle of July. Pleasantly warm, too. There's a slight breeze that offsets the heat.

He takes her by the hand, fingers intertwining with hers. "Sit here," Mike says, leading her to an area in the front yard. A thin blanket has been laid out.

"What-"

"You have to lay down." As if to emphasize this point, Mike lies down. He glances up at her. "C'mon, you're going to miss it."

Heaving a sigh, Vanessa lays down next to him. The yard is lumpy, and her back still hurts, even with a blanket. She hopes whatever Mike wants to show her is worth the back pain she'll be dealing with for the next month.

"Good, now, look up."

She does so. The sky is beautiful tonight, a million tiny twinkling stars against the black void of space. It's mesmerizing. Vanessa smiles. "This…this is beautiful."

"I know," Mike says, "but that's not why I brought you out here. Keep looking."

Vanessa hums a response, focused on the night sky. Something about looking at the sky puts in perspective how small they truly are.

Suddenly, something crosses the sky. A ball of light. Her eyes widened. "Mike?"

"Make a wish," he murmurs, interlocking his fingers with hers.

Considering Mike doesn't seem concerned, she chooses to believe that whatever that is, it's not dangerous. Especially when a few more pass by after it.

She closes her eyes and makes a wish. When Vanessa opens them, Mike is eyeing her intently.

"What did you wish for?"

Her smile turns mischievous. "I can't tell you. Wish rules and all that."

He turns his head back to look at the sky. "Right, right, otherwise it won't come true." Mike sighs dramatically. "I guess that means I can't tell you mine."

"Nope," she says, zero hesitation in her answer.

It's silent for a solid minute. The only sounds are dogs barking in the distance and the occasional car passing by.

Mike is the first to crack up, and Vanessa's composure crumbles shortly after that. Their laughter feels contagious, being passed back and forth until their sides and faces hurt.

Vanessa takes a deep breath, trying to calm herself. There are tears in her eyes, but for once, they're the happy kind.

"Phew," Mike starts, breathless, "hehe…I…I haven't laughed that hard in a long time."

"Me either."

It finally hits Vanessa that they're holding hands, like…like a couple. She glances down at their

interlocked fingers. Mike is so gentle when he holds her hand. She could yank it away without any extra force at any point, but he's still firm in his grasp. He squeezes her hand every so often.

It makes her heart beat faster, and her face turn red.

They look at each other. Not a single word passes between them, but they don't have to talk.

Vanessa doesn't remember if she or Mike made the first move. All she knows is that they're staring into each other's eyes one second. And the next, they're kissing.

His hair is surprisingly soft beneath her fingers. His lips, too, and he tastes like an after-dinner mint.

When they pull away, his face is red, and his pupils are blown. Mike smiles at her. "I like you," he admits. "And it's okay if you don't-"

Vanessa leans in again, kissing his forehead, the tip of his nose, and finally, his lips. "I like you, too, Michael Schmidt."

"Really?" He asks, sounding genuinely surprised.

"No, I just go around kissing everybody."

Mike laughs. "Okay, smartass."

They continue watching the sky. Vanessa gets closer and leans her head against Mike's shoulder. Hand-in-hand, they fall asleep under a sky full of stars.

#fnaf au #mike x vanessa #request fulfilled #requests open #fnaf #fnaf movie #schmelly

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sandcobangevent · 21 days

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John opened the front door, glancing back over his shoulder to see where Sherlock was hunched over his ants, like he had been for the past three hours. John called over to him, “Going to get groceries!”

He was met with a barely audible “uh uh.” His flatmate not reacting otherwise to show that he heard John. His hand grabbed and released the microphone in his pocket, a nervous habit he had picked up.

“I’m heading out now!” He told him, and shut the door behind him with more force then necessary. “There are going to be so many people…” He muttered under his breath and started walking toward the shops. Not only did he have to do the grocery run alone since Mariana was at the embassy today, but it was also the afternoon before a big football game was going to be streaming.- ~ - ~ - ~ -

Sherlock looked up from his ants as John slammed the front door shut. Wait, what did he say..? Sherlock thought. He was certain that John had told him where he was going, probably not important. John was rarely out of the house on his own for more than an hour or two, and even then he was usually at the pub. He glanced at the clock, 1:00pm. He decided not to worry and looked back to his ants. Focus. His experiment was almost completed, he just needed to focus for another hour and then he could take a break.- ~ - ~ - ~ -

John arrived at Cosco and glared at the parking lot filled with cars. He walked through the automated doors, and immediately found himself surrounded by sport fans who were talking loudly. “Help.” He groaned, clicking the side button on the microphone to pick up the chaotic sounds around him. Maybe he could use this to get someone else to go next time, considering it took him fifteen minutes to walk from the flat, and even get inside the doors.- ~ - ~ - ~ -

Sherlock dropped some crumbs into the ant’s enclosure, sliding the top back on and stepping back from where he had been slouched over the ants for the better part of the past four hours. He dragged his hand down his face, suppressing a yawn. He was tired, he had gotten a total of four hours of sleep the night before, testing the theory of how humans used to not follow a mono sleep schedule. However when he woke up around 2:00am as planned, he found himself unable to fall asleep again, so he had stayed awake.

Now it was coming up on 1:30pm according to the clock hanging on the wall near the kitchen area. John would be home soon, his calculations specify a 20-50 minute time period for John to be out of the house on his own. John got bored easily, Sherlock had found. He could nap now and use John’s arrival as a natural alarm clock! He stood up and walked over to the couch, carefully laying down so his legs did not hang off the side. He cleared his mind and allowed himself to drift off to sleep.- ~ - ~ - ~ -

An hour and fifteen minutes later, John finally located the pasta isle. The last item on his list, and then he could head to check out and be out of this crowded store. There were certainly a lot of people for a Cosco at this hour, anyway. Though he happily would’ve participated, had it been one of his teams in the match tonight. Macaroni… Angel hair… “Where the hell are those Penne?” He grumbled, glancing down the isle to see a sport jersey-wearing fellow grabbing the last box of Penne.

“I NEED IT!” He said a bit too loudly. The crowd finally getting to him. Perhaps he should consider borrowing Sherlock’s headphones next time he leaves the apartment on a game day… The man furrowed his brow and slowly placed the box of Penne down, reaching next to it for a box of Ziti instead. John felt a bit bad for the guy, but this way the man still gets Penne, but miniature, and Sherlock gets his Penne. God forbid John go home without it, Sherlock would probably send him back out into the throes of game traffic for a box!- ~ - ~ - ~ -

Sherlock blinked his blurred eyes a few times as he woke up. He yawned and sat up, looking around the room for something to occupy his brain. “I’m bored!” He announced to the flat, listening for the sound of John moving about the flat. When no sound came, he glanced up toward the clock, perhaps he took a shorter nap then he planned? 3:00pm.

John had been gone for two hours. Where is Watson?! He could be hurt! His mind tried to reason with him, that maybe John was on a date, or helping Mariana at the embassy— That his brain did remember— He took some deep breathes and got out his phone.

I’ll text him. He opened up John’s contact in his phone.

Where are you.

[sent at 3:23pm]

Watson?

[sent at 3:30pm]

No response. Sherlock put his phone and started to rub his knuckles together. Watson was fine, on a date, or he was meeting Stamford at the Volunteer… Although he could have got into a bar fight, or he got hit by a car, or is bleeding out in the street somewhere.- ~ - ~ - ~ -

John groaned as he saw how far back in line he was. It wrapped around and he was currently stuck in the chip isle. Smart of companies, really, get busy and make people stand between giant shelves full of junk food. John pulled his phone out of his pocket, clicked the power button, and the dead battery symbol came up, informing him that he needed to charge his phone.

My phone is dead!? Now he would have to stand in line without entertainment. He could always whip the microphone out of his pocket, thought that would require talking to himself in the middle of what was probably hundred or more people. Stupid! I forgot to charge it… Stupid!

It was going to be a long wait.- ~ - ~ - ~ -

Sherlock was bouncing his knee and worried. John had not responded and it was almost 3:45. 15 minutes after he had texted John. He glanced over to his phone sitting next to him on the couch, it was laying face up in case a message came though. Suddenly it buzzed, he looked at the name that flashed on his screen. The Police! Sherlock stared at it and his hands went to his face. That’s it. John is dead. He was not in the right head space for socialization, even a text message that could hold information about John’s whereabouts. He knew he shouldn’t, but he couldn’t help himself. He picked up the phone and read the text.

Good evening, we need you for a case. Thanks bro!

Sherlock stared at the message. Not John. The message was not about John. Still not out of the blue, at least it’s a short relief, he thought, holding his phone to his hoodie-covered chest and closed his eyes for a minute to breathe a sigh of relief.

It’s 4:00pm now, Sherlock thought, reading the clock. John had been gone for three hours. Sherlock found that he had already ran through all his reasons for John being okay or being hurt.

“I don’t know how to feel.” He said in the direction of the clock. He was not under any pretense that the clock was behind John’s disappearance, nor that the clock could hear him, he simply needed to hear something through the muffling effect of his headphones.- ~ - ~ - ~ -

“I’m back!” John called into the flat, He unlocked the door to 221b, and entered the flat. “I’m sorry this took so much time, the line was awful and I had to—“ He was cut off as all six foot and two inches of one Sherlock Holmes engulfed him in a very tight hug. “Sherlock..?”

“I was worried.” He said, face buried in John’s coat he had yet to take off.

“I told you I was going to get groceries!” John laughed, though when Sherlock tightened the hug, John moved his arms around him, holding on to him just as tight. “You didn’t listen, did you?” He asked lightly, feeling Sherlock relax his grip.

“Hmm,” Sherlock hummed, arms still wrapped around John, almost like he was trying to both protect John and hide in him at the same time. John smiled and enjoyed the moment while it lasted, with Sherlock’s body warm and much more welcoming then the cold tiles, florescent lights, and the impatient Cosco crowd had been.

He felt Sherlock’s arms release from the hug, and felt pressure on his shoulder. “Okay, you can let go of me now!” Sherlock stated, attempting to push John off him. John grinned and pulled Sherlock toward him harder, grabbing his wrist as to make it more difficult for the lanky detective to escape the hug he initiated. He made sure to release him before the pouting started.

John laughed, causing Sherlock to laugh. John smiled at him, “I’m going to make some Penne.” Sherlock’s eyes widened, “Alright?” John teased, Sherlock nodded, and moved toward the kitchen, waiting for John every few steps to make sure he was actually going to make the Penne.

John made the Penne and added some sauce, making a bowl for Sherlock, with the exact amount he knew the Detective would actually eat. “Thanks John.” Sherlock thanked him, a smile across his face as he grabbed the bowl and took a bite.

John just smiled, this is what made waiting in the line worth it.

Writer: Rea (ThePertho)Artist: Marie (Ghosty_Marie)

#submission #sherlock & co #flashbang event #sherlock homes #john watson

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practickles · 1 month

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HarukAiri Tickle Headcanons

Some of these got LONG. Maybe potential fic ideas.

Tickle fights with these two get REAL.

They are both competitive, stubborn and have ridiculously good physical stamina.

Even panting and teary-eyed, they just. keep. going.

Giving up and admitting defeat doesn't even cross their minds until their voices are hoarse and even the slightest touch has them giggly.

Usually they both either claim to win and “agree to disagree” because they don't want to admit how tired they are OR call it a draw and have a rematch a couple hours later.

There is somehow not EVER a decisive winner.

Anyone who didn't know them might find it moderately concerning.

One of the rare soft forms of competition is typically during movie night/any scenario where they’re holding each other on the couch. One of them will be relaxing and idol-ly (ha) stroking the other’s back before she gets the twitch which is all but a declaration of war.The game then begins and is operated on a set of unwritten rules because to write them would mean admitting they exist. They sit there and geeeently trace each other’s back/shoulders until someone giggles and then has to get absolutely WRECKED. Neither of them have ever acknowledged it to the other.

They don't tickle each other often enough to really consider it something significant in their relationship. Just another form of affection.

Airi ends up ler more often than not purely because she just happens to lean more ler. She very rarely actively craves tickles, at least not in the way Haruka does.

Airi also gives KILLER tickle bites. Haruka is very sensitive to mouth tickles on her stomach and Airi is consequently very good at making her girlfriend’s life hard.

*Can* do raspberries but prefers acting like she’s going to and instead nibbles to her heart’s content.

Tickling is one of Airi’s favorite approaches to Haruka’s body image issues, assuming she’s not in the mood to be serious about them.

Airi generally uses tickling as a way to get Haruka out of her own head.

She also does not hesitate to do it in front of other people too, which Haruka finds flustering to no end. Especially in front of Minori and Shizuku who are two separate flavors of “awwwww!”

Minori does it in an adoring “my idol is so cute right now! She should smile like that all the time!” way.

Shizuku is more of a “what a cute moment between my two dear friends!”

Either way Haruka just wants them to stop cooing at her. (no she doesn’t)

When Haruka is in a lee mood, conceptually, asking Airi is no big deal until she’s in front of her. Something about her big eyes and smug look reduce her to absolute rubble.

Airi, of course, NEVER helps fill in the words. Haruka isn’t getting what she wants until she CLEARLY utters the EXACT words.

“Aw, c’mon Haru! You can be clearer than those mumbles! You do it on stage all the time! In fact maybe we should practice your projection right now too…”

She likes to tease as if tickling is just training. “Oh you’re babbling a lot, aren’t you? A good idol can talk through any amount of strain” And then she doubles down, making her tasks downright impossible.

They are complete opposites on the “scary ler” spectrum.

While Airi is more “everything all at once” and goes for worst spots and stays there before switching up out of nowhere, Haruka tends to be more meticulous, taking the time to find out exactly what the best approach is.

They both have a “ler voice”, I'm not sure how to describe it, but sometimes they'll switch randomly into a tease-y flirty voice and the other knows they’re done for.

I know I’ve talked about precise ler Haruka on here before so I won’t say more than that but I cannot emphasize enough just how bad that is.

One of my favorite pjsk tkl headcanons EVER is that Airi’s stomach isn’t at all ticklish so people will poke once or twice then give up in favor of somewhere different. The actual death spot, however, is in her belly button. No reaction anywhere else on her stomach EXCEPT for there.

Haruka was the first one to figure this out (including Airi herself) and frequently uses it when Airi’s being grouchy.

Haruka uses a lot of “cheer up” tickles. This basically translates to “Airi please take a deep breath and calm down before I have to tickle you to bits just to see you smile.”

Airi doesn’t feel fear often, preferring to deal with her problems head on instead of running away. Haruka in a full tickle monster mood though? She becomes a COWARD (totally justified) It doesn’t happen often, so a lot of energy gets built up at once and then explodes out all at once.

Sometimes she’s just wound up and fidgety, sometimes Airi needs to be knocked down from her podium, really anything can trigger it and it’s sometimes as much a surprise to Haruka as it is to Airi when it happens.

The primary problem is that Haruka both A: Knows EXACTLY how to get to Airi and B: Knows she can take it.

The fact that Airi lers more is more than made up for in pure intensity.

Haruka also, language-wise, has a scarily good memory and likes to throw Airi’s word right back into her face.

“Look how strong I’ve gotten! It’s not fair unless you get the same training.” “What’s that? I thought a good idol was supposed to talk through anything”

Airi is a screamer and Haruka will never admit the self satisfaction that she feels if she can get silent laughter from her.

Same goes for giggly Airi. Just not something that happens.

I made them both seem super mean throughout most of this and maybe they are… a little bit. But it’s out of love! They’re each confident in each other’s ability to withstand it and both know the other (especially Airi to Haruka) needs to let some fun into their life, even if it has to be forced.

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Ignore the date ignore the date guys just ignore the date ignore th-

#project sekai tickles #tickling #sfw tickling community #airi momoi #haruka kiritani #pjsk tickle hcs #tickle hcs #lee!airi #ler!airi #lee!haruka #ler!haruka #practickles 2.24

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purehoney · 2 years

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Happier [edited] (Happy Lowman)

warnings: basically, it's long but it's angst may contain profanity, aggression or references to other types of violence

note: based on the song by ed sheeran

note 2: leave a comment if you would like other stories, maybe i'll write more!

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From that distance the lights in the house looked different, Happy for a few moments thought that maybe he was at the wrong address.

But through the open curtain, which would rarely happen to him at home, it was possible to see Y/N.

And it was in those moments, seeing her smile with someone else, totally relaxed, that he remembered.

He was no longer welcome there.

Suddenly, he felt in the pocket of his jeans, the small cell phone vibrate.

- Hello?

- Where are you? We have a meeting now - said Juice, on the other side of the phone - You left more than an hour ago...

- I'm on my way...

The bald man hung up before there were any more questions, which everyone already knew the answer to.

As he put on his helmet and looked for the last time to find the woman with whom he had decided to spend the last three years, Happy sighed.

Inside, Y/N heard from afar, almost like a thought the sound of the engine of the old Harley. She knew which motorcycle, exactly, made that noise. There were many mornings and dawns woken up by the same sound.

But she just ignored it, it was what she had been doing for over a month, and what she promised herself to keep doing.

Before...

1:19 in the morning. Or was it 3:45? Y/N couldn't see, her consciousness didn't follow her body.

But it was automatic, following the sounds of the bike down the street, closer and closer, her feet guiding her out of bed as if it had a life of its own.

She yawned and grabbed a black sweatshirt from the chair next to the computer.

The sound at the entrance to the second floor alerted her.

Then she stopped.

Happy never knocked on the door, he had a key, and even without, he would enter through the back door of the house.

Another knock.

Y/N turned from the hallway back to the dark room, her body shivering involuntarily.

Another knock, and another, and another after that.

Her heart raced, for sure, she thought, it wasn't Happy.

The moment of silence lasted a few minutes, long enough for Y/N to lock herself in the bathroom with her cell phone in her hand, her boyfriend's number already calling on the line.

- Pick up, pick up...

The front door slammed so hard against the wall that the whole house shook.

The old Teller-Morrow mechanic's shop, which was also home to the Sons of Anarchy motorcycle group, was packed.

There were more motorcycles at that time than cars on an average day.

The loud music announced a party.

Happy parked his motorcycle next to his friends, one next to the other, they had just arrived from a trip of almost a week away.

- Good to see everyone is well - Gemma, the matriarch of the family welcomed everyone.

In the back of the bar there were dormitories for almost everyone who worked there; many stayed there for days or even months.

Once inside the room, Happy threw his backpack on the bed and taking off his clothes, hurriedly stepped into the cold water of the shower. All he wanted was to get rid of all the dirt and go home, where he knew he would be at peace with Y/N.

It had been three years since they had been together, they had met at one of the parties at the place, she accompanying a friend.

Happy couldn't take his eyes off the woman, they talked all night and he became more fascinated by the second.

He had never felt so happy and at peace.

- Happy, they're calling you out front - the voice of one of the club's prospect rang out from inside the room.

- I'll be right out.

A few minutes later, wearing his usual leather vest, Happy joined the party.

- Is your cell phone around here? I can't find mine...- Happy asked Juice.

- I don't know man, here, grab a beer... - the other bald one said, surrounded by women, smiling.

Happy took the bottle and open.

- I need to go home...

- What are you talking about? - Tig, almost drunk, laughed - We just got here, don't ruin the party.

- Don't start, man...

- I'm serious, since we left the city you've been worrying more than necessary... - Tig hugged his friend sideways, pushing him back inside - Come on, enjoy a little, you'll be back home soon.

Following the advice of friends, Happy allowed himself to enjoy the party and ended up forgetting both the cell phone he was looking for and the hours that passed.

- Damn it, Happy, where are you? Please pick up - the woman pleaded against the cell phone, warning a full message box - Please...

- Happy, please help me... - she spoke for the last time into her cell phone, before the door opened with force and two men came in.

In all these years of dating, she had learned a few things about her partner. Happy did things that she knew were wrong, carried as bad a reputation as possible, and had some enemies, so to speak.

- Where's that boyfriend of yours?

The men shouted, there were two more at the bedroom door.

They soon caught her, who was struggling to get out of there, took her to her room, throwing her on the bed.

- Who are you? I don't know what you are talking about...

- Where's Happy, girl? - the taller one pulled her hair so that her face was higher

- Where is he?

- I don't know - she cried softly

- I guess he didn't mind leaving you alone...

Out of the corner of his eye, Y/N noticed that the other three men were breaking every single thing they could find around the room.

- What do you want? There's money in the closet, please don't hurt me - she tugged on her sweatshirt to protect her legs, which were covered only by shorts.

The man holding her face laughed, a sound that turned her stomach.

- We don't want any of that shit, we want you to just pass the message on to those idiots...

- What mes...? - Before the sentence could be completed Y/N felt something cold in her head and closed her eyes tightly. A gun.

Suddenly, she felt pressure on her arm.

It can't be, not like that! She cried, it couldn't end like this.

- Get up! - Another man, one with a hood, was now pulling her out of the room.

They followed her down the stairs, room after room destroyed, practically nothing left.

- Sit down. - He forced her into the dining chair and tied a cloth to her mouth and hands.

Y/N waited for that to be the end of her, her body was trembling and she could no longer see the faces of those men properly, either out of fear or the tears that formed non-stop. She had never felt such panic.

Something hit her head from behind, then she couldn't hear anything else and her vision went dark...

It was morning when Happy pulled his motorcycle into the garage. The sun was burning his skin and his head felt like it was exploding.

Surely he had overdone it last night.

Reaching in his pocket for his keys, he noticed the door ajar.

His head was empty now, no pain, no alcohol, just full focus.

- Y/N? - He called while pushing the door with the gun in his hands - Baby?

He looked in all directions hoping that it wasn't true, the house all overturned, broken.

He walked tensely into the dining room.

She was there, her head down. His breath caught in his throat. Happy ran to the woman and lifted her hair, the woman's normally flushed face was a little purple.

- Y/N, please wake up, - he released her from all restraints and held her in his lap on the floor.

- Did they do something to you, baby?

- Happy... I tried to call you - she spoke softly

- I'm sorry, I'm sorry - he said desperate - Who did this?

- I tried to call you... - Y/N cried - Where were you?

Without strength she just cried and trembled in shock.

A few days after that night, Y/N left the house and left Happy. She didn't want anything to remind her of the horror she had been through, she just took her car and drove back to her own house.

Happy never stopped her or went after her.

Now...

It was Saturday night, Y/N was leaving a bar in downtown Charming accompanied by a friend and two men.

Across the street, far from her view, Happy watched intently. She should never have walked into the bar that night and should never have fallen in love with him.

He destroyed her, in the worst possible way, leaving her alone when she needed him most.

She was smiling more than ever, hugging one of the men.

- Let's go brother, you know she's fine... - Jax said pulling his friend - she looks happier...

Happy shook his head, not saying anything, knowing he was right. But he couldn't help but think that one day, he'd been happier that way with her too.

#purehoney #happy lowman #sons of anarchy #soa x reader #sons of anarchy x reader #sons of anarchy imagine #happy lowman x you

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shinyq0q0q0q0q0 · 2 years

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Them losing you.

Diluc and Childe losing you in their own special ways.

GN reader, angst/no comfort.

Warnings - Major character death in Childe's, neglect, spoilers for Chapter One: Act III: A New Star Approaches (I think!) in Childe's, violence and blood in Childe's. Let me know if I have missed anything.

(This was originally supposed to have Kaeya but I think I'll make a part two with him and ayato :))

Diluc Ragnvindr.

Diluc, oh Diluc, the perfect man, the was rich, kind, and overall caring. He kissed you in the morning before he left to go work, and cuddled with you whenever he got home from his "Darknight Hero" duties.

You knew all of this already, having been with him for over 2 years. Now 3, as today was the day of your anniversary!

The morning went as usual, he woke up earlier than you, kissed you on the head, and went off to work.

You woke up not long after he had left, your bleary eyes adjusting to the morning sun hitting your face just right. You smiled, remembering what day it was today, and leaned over the bed to look at your beloved.

Your smile turned into a frown after seeing he was not there with you. 'I thought he would stay home today?..' you thought to yourself. You shook those thoughts away, thinking he must be downstairs. You got out of bed and went downstairs.

Instead of seeing your redheaded lover, you saw the maids cleaning and dusting the manor. They greeted you, smiling kindly. You greeted them back and asked where Diluc was. They frowned apologetically, remembering what day it was, and told you he went off to work before you woke up. You let out a dejected 'Oh..' and pursed your lips. You thanked them and walked back to your shared room.

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You had dressed up and made dinner, smiling as you set the table. You decided to forget about this morning, thinking he would come back at least to eat dinner. You were mistaken.

After waiting for hours for him to come home, you felt defeated. The maids looked at you with sympathy and helped you clean the dishes and table. After going into your room, you decided that today was your last straw.

This was not his first time forgetting something important, but all those other times you had forgiven him. You had forgiven him and he took your kindness for granted.

You let out an angry shout, going to pack your stuff. You wiped angry tears from your cheeks, trying not to fully sob. He wasn't worth your tears, he wasn't worth your love.

After saying goodbye to the maids, thanking them for everything they have done for you in your stay here, you left the winery, never to see Diluc again.

His complete lack of love ended up getting back at him.

"Childe" The Eleventh Fatui Harbinger.

You knew what you were getting into when you had started dating the eleventh fatui harbinger, Childe. You knew the consequences of dating a harbinger, you knew. Though the knowledge didn't help you fathom what happened to you that evening. It couldn't help him fathom what happened to you.

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This morning was nothing different, as the day should've followed the same pattern.

Last night was a rare opportunity to spend time with Tartaglia, as he had no work yesterday. You walked around Liyue, him spoiling you and getting you whatever you dreamed of as an apology for being gone so often. Fleeting touches and laughs were shared between you two, not knowing they would be the last.

Every morning before he inevitably left for work again, he made you two breakfast. You would wake up on time to eat with him and say your farewells to him.

It always pained you two to have to leave each other for such a long amount of time, but things had to be done and they waited for no one.

After kissing him goodbye, you having to shove him out the door so he wasn't later than he already was, you got ready for your own work.

You got dressed, got your bag and headed out the door. You briskly walked towards your workplace, humming a song that had got stuck in your head.

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You sighed as you got your things together in your bag, starting to head out of the cramped building. You were excited to finally be home after a long day of work, to finally collapse onto your soft mattress and sleep.

You unlocked the front door, making sure to lock it after you had gotten in. You kicked off your shoes and went to your shared bathroom. You got out of your work clothes and turned on the water, waiting for it to heat up before getting in

While you were getting dry, you swore you heard something (or someone) move in the house, which gave you chills. You shook your head and thought that you must've been hearing things.

After getting dressed, you decided you had enough energy to make dinner, in case there was the smallest chance that your beloved would come home tonight.

. . .

Tartaglia had decided tonight he would be able to come home, and he wanted to surprised you!

He had gotten gifts for you, struggling to open the front door with the bags he had. He was alarmed when the door opened when he nudged it with his foot. 'Did they forget to lock the door?..' He immediately put down the bags and went inside the house.

The all too familiar smell of blood flooded his nose.

"No... they..."

The words got stuck in Tartaglia's throat. He couldn't believe what he was seeing. His eyes were lying to him, no, you were just playing around with him! That had to be it. You couldn't be gone!

You couldn't be covered in your own blood, no..

He slid towards you, kneeling next to your cold, cold body. His uniform was covered in your blood, though he could care less.

"Baby, please wake up, you can't be gone, wake up for me okay?"

You opened your eyes, your vision blurry and spotty. You saw your lovely redhead, his dull blue eyes finally shining, but with tears. You reached your arm up, cupping his cheek gently and weakly. He leaned into your gentle touch, smearing your blood on his face.

"I love you Jaxie... I'm sorry we c-couldn't.." You took a shaky breath, your chest hurting with every word.

"I'm sorry we couldn't v-visit your family.... in Snezhnaya..."

Your arm dropped from his face, Ajax staring at you in shock.

"No... No, no! You have to wake up for me honeypie, please!"

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