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princessbrunette · 4 months
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All i can think about is rafe cameron buying you stupidly expensive lingerie sets for christmas😵‍💫 and then after breakfast he asks you to model them🤭
SANTA BABY ♡
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gettin me in the festive spirit hehehe this made me wanna spend xmas with the cameron’s so bad :((
cw: christmas duh, family bonding time, i aged Wheezie down to be like 6 years old bc i think it would be cute idk LMAOOO , suggestive themes but nothing too crazy ❀
At his core, Rafe Cameron liked to think he was a family man. He’d often flip out, misbehave, and shit talk his family members it’s true, but Christmas was a time he liked to put it all behind him (Atleast until the new year starts, and he can start up his usual BS)
As you can imagine, Christmas at the Cameron’s was something extravagant. Humungous white christmas tree with silver decorations at the centre of the house, the outside of the house decked with lights that required enough power to start up 3 yachts, fake snow on the porch and Frank Sinatras Christmas album playing round the house at each corner. The years had only softened Ward, and whilst he could be cruel, hard on Rafe and borderline forgetful of Wheezies existence — Christmas was where he shone brightest, just wanting to do right by his kids and now, you, his sons girlfriend.
Receiving presents from the family was a whole different ballgame to your usual Christmas at home, Ward having grinned ear to ear when he handed you the box with the Tiffany’s heart tag charm bracelet glittering under the Christmas lights of the early morning (Wheezie being Wheezie woke everyone up at 6AM sharp.) Rafe, who’d insisted you’d curled right up to his side on the couch wearing his robe resisted an eye roll, his dad always having to out do him, but you seemed elated and he felt his heart warm.
They went all out, Rose handing you a literal 90’s Blumarine runway piece she’d simply overheard you talking Rafes ear off about, the next 5 minutes spent by you and Sarah fawning over it. Sarah’s gift was next, a set of SKIMS dresses you’d been saving to your Pinterest which she couldn’t help but notice, and of course Wheezie proudly handing you a glittery macaroni necklace she’d crafted you at school, which you had no choice but to act like it was the best gift of all.
Come Rafe’s turn, he simply offered his family a smile and patted your side, turning his head to look at you. “I’ve got her presents in my room, figured I’d give it to you privately.” He teases, ignoring Sarah’s ‘Barf’ comment from her cross legged position on the floor beside her little sister.
The family dispersed for a little while, Sarah helping Wheezie set up her new toys on the carpet infront of the tree, Rose and Ward going to start up the food in the kitchen (Ward insists on cooking everything themselves instead of having the chefs do it, because it was tradition.) Before you could wander in there and offer your help, you were being pulled back gently by the arm into your fluffy robe clad boyfriend wearing a poorly masked excited smile. “What, you don’t want your present from me?”
He slides a box from under his bed when you get up to his room again, covered with thin pink gift paper to hide the logo. He sits on his chair, robe falling between his legs and bare knees exposed outwards. “C’mon, sit on santas lap.” He grins and you mirror him, skipping over, happy and spoiled and perching on his leg. He puts the box in your lap and you peel away the paper to see the Agent Provocateur logo with the iconic black ribbon. You widen your eyes at him as if to say ‘Okaaaay, good job’ before wedging your fingertips carefully beneath the cardboard lip and lifting it, seeing 5 sets before you that was perfectly accustomed to your taste.
You remember your trip to the city with Rafe, it was business of course — but you were happy to tag along and walk alongside him watching him handle things for you and his family. You’d spotted the fancy lingerie store, practically pressing yourself up against the glass of the window as you look inside rambling about how you had so many of the sets saved to your Pinterest, pointing out each with your finger smushed to the glass. Rafe nodded distractedly, phone pressed to his ear, leaning on his hip in his gridded shirt and khaki pants that fit too good, before gesturing to you with his thumb that the two of you needed to get moving again, or else you’d be late to the appointment with a buyer. You pout and peel yourself away from the store.
But that was like what, September? Did he go back and buy it all for you? Order it once he’d returned home with you? You’d know Rafe to hold a grudge, but didn’t know his memory served in a positive manner too. “Rafe…” You coo, plucking out the sets and holding them up to admire the intricate lace detailing, spotting matching garters and whatever else you’d mentioned laying in the box. The thought of him fumbling through your underwear drawer trying to figure out your bra size made you giggle, wrapping an arm around his neck in an appreciative squeeze.
“How’d you remember?” Your voice was high in awe, wanting to hold on to this sweet side of Rafe forever.
“Please, I pay attention sometimes y’know.” He smirks modestly, eyes on the box as he admires his work. “So you like it? Yeah?” His hands finding your hips and giving them a soft squeeze.
“Love it, Rafey.” It comes out muffled, because you’re busying yourself with pressing big wet kisses to his cheek, and then eventually his mouth. He pulls away a fraction, lips still brushing yours and eyes cracking open.
“Gonna try it all on for me though, right?” He drawls in that classic Rafe way that you can never say no to and you nod so vigorously you nearly headbutt him. He pats your butt with a pleased hum and pecks you once more. “Atta girl.”
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cryinginthevoid · 11 months
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Tag, you’re it! Part 7
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When Danny opened his eyes, the first thing he realized is that he wasn’t being held anymore.
He also didn’t see or smell the baby.
There was a different scent though.
Yawning and uncurling from the nest he’d made of the baby’s jacket, he looked around him to-
Ancients!!
He nearly jumped out of his skin when he saw a child staring right at him.
Where did they come from?!
He jumped back to put some distance between them, but his foot hit something hard.
And he was in another cage. Great.
Well, at least he could move around in this one.
The child was looking at him intensely.
A little creepy, if he was being honest…
After staring at each other—not in the eyes thankfully, the kid avoided that and he was more than grateful—he blinked and curled back up in his little nest to look around.
He was in the corner of a large tank, on the other side, opposite to him, there was a cave made of multiple connected rocks, and a large stick going from one corner of the tank to the other, there were also fake leafy vines wrapped around the top of the tank.
Huh. Was this a reptile tank? He remembered Sam having a Gargoyle gecko when they were kids, but this was a little different.
So far these people seemed to think he was more animal than anything else.
Which, he mused, was fair, considering how he’s been acting.
He had been acting pretty cat-like, but Frostbite told him he’d have impulses that were new to him.
Something to do with his body never experiencing a ghost childhood even though his core technically had? Or something similar…oh well.
He’s sure it wasn’t too important.
He was brought back from his thoughts when another kid—this one looking a little older—walked up to the opened door.
“You having a moment with your new pet in here, demon brat?.”
Huh? Oh! He’s heard that before, was this child the little bird? That would probably mean the other one was the duck…dragon? He heard little bird call him Drake, or maybe that was just his name?.
Wait.
Pet??
The kid turned and scowled at the other kid.
“I am studying the creature to better understand if it is a threat, it is not my pet.”
“Dude, you redecorated the tank.”
“Tt.”
Awe!! he was just a little guy.
They exchanged a few more words—insults?—with each other, before the older one said that breakfast was ready and they left the room, shutting the door behind them.
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Alfred and him had just finished making breakfast when Replacement and Demon brat walked in, already in an argument.
He grabbed his plate and quickly ducked out of the room, he’d apologize to Alfie later for taking food upstairs, but he’d rather eat away from them right now.
The pit rage was gone, but he didn’t want to chance it.
He made a quick decision once he was upstairs and went into the spare room where the tank was set up to see if the creature was awake.
He’d been feeling off ever since he’d grabbed it the first time—when the pit rage disappeared—the feeling had eased since then too, but it was still there.
It was an empty burning sensation right below his sternum.
It was the same place the pit used to flare up at.
Shaking off his thoughts he opened the door.
And found the the creature staring right at him.
From on top of the opened tank.
“Shit.”
(Sorry if this one seems shorter)
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kaziwi · 7 months
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How One Piece Characters Drive
Character(s): Strawhats
Note: i was driving and i was like how would sanji drive and then i wrote this
Luffy
He doesn’t drive
Even if he DID have his license I feel like he still wouldn’t drive like he would actively refuse
He’d just bike around or hitch rides :P
Though when he does drive he NEVER fully stops at stop signs
Rolling stops are his middle name
Zoro
Took his drivers test 4 times before barely passing
ALWAYS has his gps on (he still gets lost)
ARGUES with the gps (...)
Will not hesitate to roll down his window and yell at another car
Incredible at parallel parking
Hangs his arm out the window when driving
Won't let Sanji in his car
Nami
The best driver of the group
Literally will find the weirdest shortcuts but they always get you to your destination at least 10 minutes early
Always ends up navigating better than the gps even if she isn't driving
Genuinely has the worst road rage ever she will scream her head off if someone even waits a second to go after the light turns green
Will pull over on the side of the road and make you get out if you yell loud enough
break checks EVERYONE
Usopp
Avoids highways at all cost
Always drives a little slow as a precaution
He's too scared to change lanes
Too scared to drive in general (passenger princess core)
But he does have the best playlists
Sanji
Has the STRONGEST air freshener ever
Tries to avoid left turns at all cost
Has an excessive amount of gum and mints
Does not allowed fast food in his car at all costs cause its so messy (he also always insists he can make you better and healthier food)
Has a little bag of change for parking meters
Will ONLY play jazz music
Won't let Zoro in his car
Chopper
Isn't old enough to drive so everyone else gives him rides (mostly Robin)
He has one of those fake baby steering wheels so he can pretend <3
Robin
Literally a soccer mom in a mom van (chopper's like her kid)
Has little toys and magazines to keep Luffy and Chopper from distracting her
Mom curses at other cars when with Chopper (like censored curse words)
Has those family stick figure stickers on the back of her car of all the strawhats
Franky
Will play old rock songs and sing along while driving
Has dice hanging from the rear view mirror
He also has every type of car decoration known to man
Has 10000000 car magnets
Named his car and will get mad if you don't address it by its name
If anyone dares to scratch or dent his car there will be hell to pay
Brook
This man is like 90 so he is NOT driving
Usually Franky or Robin would drive him around, or he would rely on public transportation
You will not need a radio when riding with him because he will sing for you
Always offers to pay for gas
Jinbei
Drives like a old man (he is one)
VERY very concerned about safety so he refuses to drive unless everyone has their seat belt on at all times
Bought Chopper a car seat
Like Robin he has little toys and puzzles scattered around the car to distract Luffy so he will be quiet on the drive
"Lets play the quiet game!"
Will cave in buying Mcdonalds if pressured enough (by Luffy)
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lalunanymph · 3 months
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𝐁𝐄𝐓𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐄𝐆𝐎
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↳ a foul-mouthed, aggressive, pro-soccer player on the verge of being disqualified from the biggest game of his life, is tossed into a fake relationship with a spoiled heiress to salvage their bad public reputation. what exactly could go wrong?
𖨆♡𖨆 itoshi rin x fem!reader
cw. mentions of injuries, angst, mentions of food, the itoshi brothers and their horrible communication skills, mentions of medication, arguments, shidou being a menace, language
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#6: HIS CONFESSIONS
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Rin didn’t know what compelled him to open his mouth, or for those words to tumble freely from his loosened lips. He liked to think it was grief which compromised his unwavering pride for a split second. Or, the guilt for what he did and said to his brother when he exhaled—
“Teach me how to win her back.”
Sae’s expression betrayed a hint of surprise when those cold features morphed into begrudging curiosity. 
His deadened stare sparked to life with a flicker of interest, and he regarded his younger brother for a long moment. When the silence got too much for Rin to bear and he wanted to walk away and play it off as the after effects of a mild concussion, Sae tilted his head to one side. 
Another agonising moment later, he nodded.
“Fine,” his older brother mumbled. “On one condition.”
Rin waited for him to counter-offer something humiliating which his ego and pride would never consent to him doing. He anticipated the other shoe to drop, and tensed, shoulders squared and ready to take back his foolish question, replacing it with spat hatred into Sae’s face.
But, his nii-chan’s next words shook him to the core, and he thought he might actually be suffering from a concussion when Sae said: “Play soccer with me again.”
Rin’s shoulders slumped, and something achy and hot pressed in the back of his throat. It crept into his eyes, burning a stinging path which bubbled over into beads of tears forming right on his lash line. Sae, too, could not bear to look at him; like he was a mirage and if he stared too long at his little brother, Rin might vanish.
“Oh.” Rin spoke past the lump in his throat, ignoring Shidou who hovered in his periphery like a gnat, batting its wings and waiting to float back to Sae’s side. “... okay.”
Their moment was interrupted by Shidou’s loud gagging. “What is this? A fucking Hallmark movie? You both are corny as fuck. Lame.”
He jammed his large hands into his hoodie and rolled his vermillion eyes, stalking back towards whichever hell hole he came from. “See you later, Sae. Don’t get too weepy.”
“Man, fuck you,” Sae murmured mildly.
“I would if you gave me a chance.”
Rin’s disgusted grimace broke the fine film of tension between the two men and Sae shook his head absentmindedly. Looking back at his brother, he motioned to a nearby field which was empty this afternoon save for a shoddy goalpost and one discarded, almost deflated soccer ball. 
“One on one?”
Unlike that wintry night when Sae challenged him to the same thing, Rin didn’t feel a sense of foreboding or dread. He welcomed the sunshine shimmering in his vision, almost blinded by the faintest glint of sincerity in his brother’s irises. Sae picked up the ball, and just like when they were both teenagers again, he shot his brother a challenging smirk. 
“Ready?”
Rin nodded, stepping forward out of his shell and into the man he already was today; a champion and a worthy opponent. A man who had proven himself multiple times in the big field. A man enough to go against Itoshi Sae. 
“Ready.”
It was time to put old ghosts to rest. 
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The thunderous applause echoing across the gilded palace rooms vibrated through your very soul. 
Its ardour would’ve scared you if it was not directed towards your creations waltzing down the catwalk, validating your belief in your designing prowess. The spectators called you Japan’s next best underground fashion designer, and many heiresses, too, wanted you to dress them for their next event.
Your works encapsulated a mix between ornamental opulence and sleek simplicity; kimono-inspired suit sets made from spun golden silk, body-hugging cashmere and luxurious sleeves showcasing models of every ethnicity and body size as their godlier versions. A true spectacle considering the palace’s heavenly aesthetics which complimented your creative touch. 
You took one shaky step up onto the stage, and the lights almost blinded you; you were wrapped in a simple black corset dress from your collection, its sleeves trailing down to your knees and almost covering your hands when you humbly clasped them in front of you, bowing lowly to the applause.
The fashion critics remained impassive, and you had no doubt they would try to find an opening to diss a relatively unknown fashion designer. They may call you a nepotism baby, never mind that your father was famous in the sports world and this was the first attempt for the L/N name to breach through the fashion industry.
You let the naysayers whisper behind your back, already feeling like you achieved something because you took the first step—trusted yourself to put your abilities forward when the whole world saw you as nothing but a spoiled rich brat. That was considered a win in your book. 
“Congratulations, Miss L/N!” Every designer and model you worked with bore a bright smile when you went backstage to speak to them. 
Warmth suffused across your cheeks, and you shook your head, giving them back the credit. “No, it is all of you who deserve the recognition for bringing my designs to life.” Bowing low to each of them, you said, “Thank you for putting your trust in me.”
The talented individuals were touched by your acknowledgement, and it showed in their bright smiles and shiny eyes. 
“Tonight, drinks are on me,” you announced to the whole room through your cupped palms. Everyone cheered and the legendary near frenzied post-party after a fashion show began with manic cleaning up and rapid-fire jokes going off across every room.
Someone touched your arm amidst the chaos, and you turned to find Damara, her light eyes twinkling with mirth. 
“A gentleman is outside of the building and he’s requesting a one-on-one with you. Fair warning, he’s rather good-looking.”
You blinked, retracing in your mind who would have expressed interest in your works and stifled a gasp. Was it perhaps Itachibana-san himself who promised your father he would drop in for this show? Junni’s dad always did have a soft spot for you, and his contacts extended towards the top fashion conglomerates in the world. You pictured the mature, but still attractive man waiting for you with his carefree smile, and thanked Damara for sending the message.
Heart beating hard in your chest, you swiftly moved towards the backstage exit and out into the cool wind, forgetting to bring your jacket in your excitement. The streets were filled with activity, and you blended right into its motion, keeping your eyes peeled for your best friend’s father.
But, it wasn’t him standing underneath a pool of orange street lamp light, holding a rose bouquet.
Rin tugged at the collar of his dress shirt, teal eyes bright despite his impassive expression.
You faltered and took one step back when you noticed him. 
The bruise around his eye was stark across his pale skin, and his smile was paper thin with nerves.
“Hey. C-Congratulations on the show. Here—” He walked over to you and handed you the arrangement. You gingerly took it by the hefty stem, cradling the burst of roses to your chest, your heart doubling in speed from how heartbreakingly handsome Itoshi Rin looked tonight.
Glossy dark green locks tinted black from the darkness were pushed from his face, stray bangs falling across his forehead and brushing his chiselled cheek. Even with a blooming black eye, it could not compare to the delicate jut of his nose bridge or the elegant curve of those thick lashes framing his beautiful eyes.
Your voice was stuck in the back of your throat, and you stared at him in silence for a few seconds.
“I… heard from your designer that the show went well.” Rin shoved his hands into his slack pockets, dropping his gaze towards the grey pavement shyly. “I’m—that is to say, I… you did good.”
You suddenly felt too hot around your neck, and like there were far too many eyes on you. Shifting your weight from one Louboutin heel to the other, you managed to exhale a small laugh.
“Thank you.” Glancing at the bouquet, you gestured to it. “And thank you for these. Red roses are my favourite.”
“Yeah, you told me that before.”
You blinked. Like a mirage, the memory of that conversation sparked in your mind; the both of you sitting across the table having a simple dinner of ochazuke and tempura—where it felt like aeons ago that you could sit in such casual affection with a man you once held such strong feelings for. 
Feelings which were resurfacing back despite your efforts to keep a lid on them. 
“I guess I did,” you mumbled, smiling weakly. A beat of awkward silence passed between you two, and you desperately wished he would say something. Do something rather than blink owlishly at you, as if he were trying to find the right words to say. You settled for wrapping this conversation up, deciding it was time to put an end to your contact with Itoshi Rin.
“Thank you for the flowers. I have to go back in. My colleagues are waiting for me,” your smile grew tighter.  “I assume you’ll be heading off to France soon?” 
It stung him how you still remembered despite everything. How his schedule was etched in your memory. When he didn't reply, your smile waned around the edges and you bowed your head forward slightly. “Good luck with your game, Rin. I’ll be rooting for your win against your brother.”
Your best efforts at hiding the wobble in your voice was masked by your bright smile and you almost turned around to leave when his choked rendition of your name stopped you short. 
“W-Wait…”
Never in a million years did you anticipate Itoshi Rin wrapping his fingers around your wrist to anchor you to his side, a slight tremble in his grasp. The bouquet tumbled out of your arms in surprise, hitting the pavement in a rush of falling blooms, mimicking the blood roaring in your ears.
As if on instinct, your body flinched from his, and you backed away, unable to look into his beautiful teal eyes which were brimming with such a sharp emotion, you feared one glance would cut you up for life.
“Don’t,” you managed to whisper, tightening your arms around your torso. “Don’t… don’t play with my heart like this, Rin.”
The pain in your hushed voice drew him up short. 
Tell her you’re sorry, Sae’s voice echoed in his head. Apologise for what you said to her. Y/N’s feelings are hurt and if you try to make peace first, she will be open to hearing your words. 
But, what came out of his mouth was completely different from the words Sae coached him to repeat. 
“You did this to me.” 
Amidst the twinkling lights of the Milanese streets and the adrenaline pumping in your veins, no one could fault you for taking a step back; wanting to preserve what sliver of inner peace you still had left.
Those that he hadn’t taken from you just yet.
You puffed your chest and squared your shoulders, meeting Itoshi Rin’s glare head-on even though you felt like dissolving into sniffling sobs. He truly was the bane of your existence—not even a few days ago, you were glad to be away from Tokyo; away from the man who had taken every inch of your thoughts, but did not reciprocate it.
“It’s all your fault.” You had never heard Rin sound this angry. 
Your words were tripping over each other, spluttering out into indignant sentences which raced to fly off your acidic tongue when you suddenly stopped. 
He had closed his eyes, pretty eyelashes casting shadows onto his chiselled cheekbones and took the final step so your chest was pressed to his. 
“I hate you.”
He swept you into his arms, holding you fast to his heart while his face was buried in your hair. The anger you held for him died in the back of your throat, and you froze, unable to believe he was touching you on his own free will. 
“Can’t stop thinking about you,” he continued to murmur into the softness of your hair. “Lost so many goals because of you. My pass rate dropped by 45%. I got a foul. I punched Isagi in the face.”
Your mind was blaring sirens of overwhelming response to his sudden touch and barrage of information. “Rin,” you gasped. “You did what to Isagi—?!” 
“Stupid,” he growled, stopping your influx of words. Tall and imposing, his body heat was heady and made you want to curl up in his embrace forever. A sob bubbled from the roaring depths of your heart and you hiccuped it back, refusing to fall into his embrace and deception again. “You’re such a fucking pain, Y/N.” 
You swore you would never be that same girl who cried on the plane to Italy while wearing the jersey you stole from his closet. 
You swore you would never let Itoshi Rin kick your heart around as if it were a spare ball. 
But, you couldn’t pull away, not even for one second. 
“Yeah?” your voice quaked from disbelief. “If you hate me, then why are you here?” 
His rough palms slid up the bodice of your dress, feeling the ridges of the corset you wore which barely concealed how your heartbeat was quickening; his lips touching the rapid pulse ticking under your jaw. 
Itoshi Rin was never a man who minced his words, so what else did you expect when he exhaled— 
“Told you. Can’t stop thinking about you.”
“Rin—”
“Y/N.”
He gave you no time to second-guess his intention when he leaned closer to you, one palm cupping your cheek to hold you in place. You could not look at him, not when the words he uttered behind your back still scarred your trust.
You had shown him, didn’t you?
Showed him how you finally found the courage to stand on your own two feet; how you did something crazy and stupid and took a chance on your dreams which landed you on one of Milan’s hottest runways.
He knew that, didn’t he?
“I thought you hated me,” you whispered, unable to look directly into his eyes; afraid of what you might find. The truth, perhaps, that your doubts were real. “Said I was nothing but a spoiled brat.”  
“I’m sorry,” he finally muttered after a beat of silence. “I was wrong. I was so, so wrong. My ego—”
“Is fucking huge,” you quipped which earned you the softest glimmer in his teal eyes even if his expression remained impassive.
Eventually, he agreed.
“Yeah,” Rin muttered softly. “It is fucking huge. And it nearly cost me someone I care about.” 
Were you hallucinating?
Did his team put him up to this so they could record your reaction and laugh at it later in the locker rooms? 
Whatever hope you buoyed that Rin actually reciprocated your feelings curdled in your chest like sour milk from the bitter memories, and you stepped back from him, unable to look into his gorgeous aquamarine eyes which clouded over with confusion when he noticed the tremble in your lower lip. 
“I should go,” you mumbled, willing the tears not to break down your cheeks, and spinning around so he couldn’t see your expression. Gathering what was left of your composure, you dipped your head low and mumbled: “We don’t have to fake anything anymore, Rin. You can hate me out loud now. I won’t mind. It’s your sentiments. It’s just—”
I wished you didn’t.
But, you had no courage to tell it to his face. 
In the end, you were as much of a coward with your emotions as he was, and your skin suddenly flashed hotly, goosebumps prickling your arms; the world was spinning slightly in your periphery, the lights too loud and the people rushing down the streets sounded like a roaring waterfall and you haven’t eaten anything yet this whole evening so you could fit into this stupid, vintage dress and you were so sure your curling iron was still switched on in your hotel room and—
His strong grip on your wrist nudged you back into his chest. Halting your thoughts right in their frenzied tracks.
You did not get to fight him off, not when he was fueled with desperation and contempt for his stupidly big ego.
Not when he gently spun you around, lifted your chin and fixed you with a look of hunger and yearning which softened the hard edges of his once diamond-like yes and definitely not when—
The world screeched to a stop.
Soft as a cushion, Itoshi Rin’s lips pressed onto yours, stealing the last of your protests and breath away.
Nothing in your existence mattered beyond the curve of his mouth rasping against your own; the hot press of his hands roaming up and down your back, bringing you closer to him—Rin’s courage solidifying from such an ensconced location away from the ruthless eyes of cameras, fangirls and Ego’s scheming. 
Is this really happening? 
Rin tilted his head to the right to slot the jut of his bottom lip in between your parted, panting mouth, and you almost shied away from the tip of his tongue touching yours, coaxing you to come out and meet him in a reciprocal dance of devotion. 
He ruthlessly overpowered his opponents on the field as easily as he overwhelmed you with his tenacity on this dimly-lit street, and you did not protest when one hand came to cradle the nape of your neck, holding you in place while the other tentatively squeezed your waist, committing your curves back into his memory.
Ever a quiet gentleman, Rin let you break off the kiss first; a single strand of spit connecting both your lips together flashed like a silver thread from the hazy orange glow the streetlamps above casted over two uncertain lovers.
You licked your bottom lip, tasting his musk and something minty, breaking the final connection between both your parted mouths. A dust of pink glowed on his cheeks, and his azure eyes—usually boring into yours with sullen distaste—were almost overshadowed by his black pupils, only a thin ring of blue left.
It was endearing how he could not even meet your gaze, uncharacteristically timid for someone so sure on the field.
A smile burst forth onto your face, illuminating the scenery with a sweet luminosity which took his breath away.
“So,” you started, a teasing glint in your eye. “I take it this means you miss me and you want me to come back?” 
Rin’s first instinct was to roll his eyes and scoff. But, strangely, the same contagious happiness stole the muscles on his face, curving his thin lips into a smile against his will.
There she goes again—making me act like a fool with no self-control.
He didn’t have to reply. That little grin was the only answer you needed.
The city lights continued to sparkle and a cool breeze nipped both your noses, but Rin’s hand in yours is as warm as ever. 
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“—and that’s another spectacular goal from Itoshi Rin!”
“He’s on fire this season!” 
“The finest soccer legacy from Blue Lock is right here, ladies and gentlemen!”
You chanted his name along with the crowd, the cameras panning towards his impassive face with those fired-up teal eyes you knew and loved.
His number blazing across your chest, and pride overflowing in your soul—you were surprised when he lifted his head and noticed you right in the heart of the crowd. 
Nothing could compare to how the entire stadium went wild when they saw his eyes softened infinitesimally in real time; their clamour rocking straight into your bones when it kicked up a notch from his small smirk and wave in your direction. You shyly waved back at him, and this time, it was your lovesick grin splashed over the huge LED screens for the world to see.
But, Rin and you didn’t care. 
You were past faking anything, anyway. 
He doubled back after the ball went careening into the opponent’s goal, jersey soaked with sweat, and he gave a small fistbump when the crowds roared his name. You leapt to your feet with the rest of Japan’s supporters, and clapped, pride blooming hotly in your chest.
As if you had him in a trance, Rin glanced up at you, and disregarding the pitch etiquette, he jogged over to where you were separated by the touchline barriers and pushed his bangs from his forehead in time for you to flounce closer, hands extended towards him.
“Are you hurt?” you said in dismay, recalling the ball which accidentally smashed into his face, leaving him a smear of dirt on his cheek which you wiped it away with your thumb. He beamed up at you, drawing a gaggle of surprised reactions from his teammates who had never seen this side of Rin before; his broad shoulders relaxed, brow smooth, Captain armband stretched across his defined bicep. He looked far too enticing for such a crowded area. 
God, you wanted to kiss him so badly. But, you reined in your reactions, biting your lower lip to keep your face from splitting into a wide grin. 
He took your hand and squeezed, nodding. 
“After this game, baby, I’m bending you over the couch and I’m not going to go easy on you.” 
You gaped at him, unsure if he said what you thought he said in the middle of the most important game of his life. He’s insane. Your heart flipped and your stomach exploded in a rush of butterflies when Rin grinned at your stumped silence and ran back into the action, kicking up dirt from his quick sprint, leaving your melted heart gooey with affection.
He’s insane and he’s all mine. 
When Blue Lock scored 2-1 against Bastard Munchen, you swore you had never seen your boyfriend look this ecstatic; brows shooting up to his hairline, mouth parted in a raucous yell when he scored the final goal—his teammates lifting him up in the air as triumph blazed their happiness like a second skin.  
A familiar bob of reddish-brown hair made its way to the field, and you couldn’t see what the older Itoshi was saying to his younger brother, but Rin wore a small smile, and nodded. You had faith it was something good.
Later when the frenzy died down, you were admitted into the premium lounge where you found him sitting on the edge of the plush leather sofa, conversing with Isagi in low tones. At the sight of you, he paused, raising a brow. Quietly asking for you to come over to him. 
You did, and Isagi beamed when he noticed how easily you sat next to Rin, no longer tense nor fidgety. He took your hand and rubbed gentle circles onto the rise of your knuckles, and to everyone else in the Blue Lock, the sight must be completely alien for a few other players were smirking in your direction.
“Hey, Isagi, do you think I should get a girlfriend, too?” Bachira asked innocently from his perch on the floor, holding an isotonic drink pack in one hand. Ego was in the corner, speaking to a team of managers that he did not overhear Meguru’s innocent question which would land him in hot water.
Taken aback by his friend’s question, Isagi chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck. “I don’t know. If it’s anyone you should ask, it would be Rin.”
To everyone’s surprise, the unsmiling, aloof and cold Itoshi Rin scoffed fondly, flitting his calm teal eyes towards you.
“Go for it,” he murmured while tightening his grip on your hand, secretly enjoying the feel of his fingers laced with yours, and the sight of his name and number on your chest. Everyone knew without a shadow of a doubt that you belonged to him. 
The corners of your eyes crinkled from your wide grin which was so full of life and unaffected by anything else. Completely enamoured with the fact you could wake up everyday and call Rin Itoshi yours. But, no one could say you were still not the same teasing girl who had melted the ice-cold walls around his heart. 
“Try it if you dare, Bachi. Rin should be able to give you some pointers off-field if you get stuck thanks to my training.”
Your charming quip was met with raised brows and surprised smiles, least of all from the one man who could make you melt into a puddle of your own glee when he scoffed a quiet laugh.
“Yeah, I’ll give you some real advice alright,” he grumbled to appease Bachira’s sudden onset of relationship questions.
He tuned his teammate out. 
No one else existed in the room to Rin at this moment; not Ego calling for the team to regroup and debrief on the latest match, or Bachira who bravely thumped Isagi’s back to cajole him to help get me a girlfriend, Yoichi-kun! I wanna see what the hype is all about! 
It was just you and Rin in this split second of time, and he could not stop those stupid muscles on his face from ticking upwards in a shy smile. Completely honest and truthful when he showed the world how much you had him head over heels in love. 
After all, he was done pretending, too.
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hihi this is finally done and though i admit my interest in bllk has waned, im happy i wrapped this up and this little story has made everyone feel good :'> im not so sure what my future in the bllk fandom would be but your support and love for my work will always be the highlight of my time here &lt;;33
p.s: pls listen to this song as the closing credits for a little serotonin boost as much as i had when i wrote this hehe
xoxo dawnie
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ASTRO OBSERVATIONS
-Real Life Edition-
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• I have a friend who works as a hairdresser and she got the most beautiful hair Ive ever seen. Its like a lions mane, thick and huuuge! And ofc her husband is a Leo Venus.
• The most down to earth person Ive ever met had Venus in the 8th house, Virgo Moon and Aquarius Rising. She was sooo kind, honest and genuine. She had like this angelic aura surrounding her.
• The two most kind men Ive ever met both have Moon conjunct Venus. One of them got the conjunction in Cancer, can you imagine what a teddybear he is.
• I know 3 people who lie habituallly they cant even help it and they all have Neptune in the 3rd house. One of them got Mercury Square Neptune too. One of them showed me a picture of a less known actor and said it was her boyfriend💀😂.
• My archenemy from high school got her Chiron conjunct my Moon, My Chiron conjunct her Mars. Our Venus Square eachothers Ascendant. Her Nessus conjunct my Ascendant. Mars conjunct Mars. Moon Square Moon. Sun opposite Sun. We laugh about it today but we used to HATE eachother so intensely that we both would dream about eachother at night because all we thought about during the days was to win over the other. Yes we got a water mars
• Me myself got Mars conjunct Dejanira and Ive been in abusive situations with men my whole life.
• My dad got an Aries Ascendant and he have always been the one that family & friends call when they got problems or need someone to help them fight someone. People always call him for backup or just for him to come and scare someone. And he always gets in the car as soon as he gets the call, he never backs down from confrontation.
• I have Nessus in my 11th house and I was very abusive to my friends when I was younger. Still dont know why I acted like that.
• I know three women who are EXTREMELY beautiful like they would definitely get noticed if they went to hollywood. Two of them got Venus conjunct South Node and the third got Venus conjunct North Node conjunct Ascendant.
• I know two guys who had women they were not in a relationship with plot to have a baby with them. Both guys got Venus in the 5th house.
• My stepmother got Moon Square Lilith which is like THE placement of triangledrama and her parents are cheaters and she got involved with my dad when he was with another woman. (Not me spilling the tea about my family😂)
• The most shallow person Ive ever met in my entire life was a Libra Rising with Chiron in the 1st house, Venus Square Ascendant, Saturn Opposite Ascendant and Venus Square Saturn. She would hide her face when she saw a car drive by if she was out walking her dog without makeup. She was also OBSESSED with men.
• A famous person was having a Q/A on her instagram story and I was like disagreeing with all her answers. Like the food she liked I dont like, completely different taste in EVERYTHING. I had to check her chart and ofc our Moons are in Squaring signs. I could really feel how different we were at the core.
• My best childhood friend with Scorpio Rising and Cancer Moon was the one who always warned the friendgroup about fake people and didnt want to let anyone hang with us. We always thought that she was judgmental and bitchy, turned out she was right about all of the people she warned us about. Her intuition was SCARY. If she ever have children I hope they listen to whatever she says.
• I know a woman who is the kind of woman you can call in the middle of the night and she will jump out the bed to come and get you and ofc she got Moon in Cancer. Such a wonderful woman.. Its square pluto in Libra tho so dont betray her.
• The two most argumentative and competetive people I know got Mercury conjunct their Mars. They think everything is a competition.
• I know someone who I suspect to be a narcissist. I cant diagnose someone im not a doctor but she got all the signs. Both her daughters got Lilith in the 4th house in their natal charts and her husband got Chiron and Pluto in the 7th house in his chart…When I see someone with Lilith in 4th Im careful with their mom.
• A girl I went to high school with who I still talk to sometimes but she moved to another country, she was HATED by other women. She was seriously like known in our town. When I used to hang out with her people even messaged me asking me why I hang out with her and that shes disgusting. She got threathened by girls she didnt even know. Slutshamed in a way that was horrible and abusive. Yeah she got Lilith in the 1st house in Libra conjunct Moon in Libra.
• The people I know who have a dad whos in prison got Sun aspecting Pluto.
• My sister with Moon in the 10th house is a preschool teacher.
• The women I know with any kind of dislike towards children got Lilith aspecting their Moon or/and had Virgo placements.
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reading your shoko writing made me think about if reader and shoko joke about running away together, suguru just encourages it while satoru is all pouty
𓇬 Cottagecore 𓇬
“I am so fucking tired of this shit.” You groan into the cushion you’ve buried your face in.
“What’s happened?” Shoko asks, poking your head.
“Fucking assholes. All of them.” You continue.
Shoko looks at the boys, hoping they’ve got answers as to why you’re face down in the sofa.
Geto turns to her, wrestling a mochi off Satoru.
“The higher ups are trying to stop her from being part of the Exchange Event - saying her CT isn’t well suited for taking part, doesn’t even make sense, they just don’t want her to get any glory.” He shrugs. Shoko should’ve guessed it was them, trying to put roadblocks down in Y/N’s way simply to piss her off.
“Bro - if Satoru can take part then how the fuck can Y/N not, he could just wipe the whole damn school out.” Shoko rolls her eyes, switching from poking your head to patting it.
You turn your head to her, frowning and pouting like a scolded puppy. You knew you’d be taking part, whether they wanted you to or not - but your frustration with them was understandable.
“I am gonna turn them all into trees.” You mutter, now face planting into her shoulder.
“Sounds good, honey.” She agrees.
You groan when you realise that’s technically murder.
“Wanna just run away together?” Shoko says.
“Oh my god yes, no boys allowed.” You nod. Satoru’s head whips around at this.
“We’ll get a little cottage in the woods, total cottage core vibes.” Shoko adds, messing with Satoru by joking about taking away the girl he was in love with and providing you with a welcome fantasy distraction were two duties of being a best friend.
Suguru quickly smirked at Shoko, catching on.
“You could like - grow your own food and get those weird ducks you like Y/N. Shoko you could be like the village witchy healer.” He adds, as Satoru starts to frown and he looks about an inch away from a toddler style tantrum when you suggest it’s time for the toys to be put away.
In his case, he’s not letting you leave!
“You can visit once a year, Suguru.” You agree.
“What about me? Why can’t I come?” Satoru quickly adds, and you turn to face him.
Seems someone hasn’t caught onto it all being a joke.
“You can come annually with Suguru. Shoko and I are going into hiding. We’re going to be cool forest witches.” You nod, smile bright.
“Well - where will you go? Because I’ll just buy a house next door.” He says, with an actual pout on his lips.
“Bro calm down, we’re not actually going - you’d have to kill me first to have me live in the woods.” Shoko adds.
“Well I’ll go alone then.” You pipe up.
“No! If Shoko’s not going on your fake trip, then I am! I’ll bring you. I’ll buy your fantasy land cottage and we can live together! Shoko, that’s so mean to suggest a pretend trip and then bail!” Satoru adds, much to your delight - he’s no idea that your dream future is marrying Satoru and living in a sweet cottage with a pretty garden, and here he is suggesting that. Suguru and Shoko swear your pupils turned into hearts hearing this, and found it especially funny that you mention something and Satoru immediately plans to give it to you.
“Hmm… can I have the ducks?” You tap your chin, trying to hide the blush overtaking your face as Satoru nods excitedly.
The four of you then sit and plan what your future houses will look like, successfully distracting you from the white haired boy who is sitting so close to you that you can feel the heat from his skin and smell his tea tree shampoo.
You’re both so fucking whipped, and you’re not even dating. Yet. Because we all know it’s just a matter of time.
If someone had a crystal ball, they’d have seen you and Satoru lifting cardboard boxes, 6 years down the line into the sweetest little cottage - with a very pretty garden and two excited kids by your side and a disgruntled Aunty Shoko beside them.
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Baby Lost, Baby Found
so first time posting on tumblr, i got inspired by the idea of danny phantom being jason todds father from the story apartment 31c by @faeriekit
its going to be a bit long so,
I headcanon that ghosts can asexually reproduce but it takes some time to make sure that the baby is stable than if there was two ectoplasmic donors so its not commonly done or well known . so when vlad tries to clone danny he doesn’t know that he’s actually growing a lab baby and in the test tube while its forming the baby splits, becoming two babies, one more ghostly (ellie) the other more human ( jason ).
Danny feeling a strange tug at his core urging him to find something, something very important to him and he has to find no matter what, searches for weeks before he finds ellie and jason before vlad ages them up and he falls in love instantly. he looks at his beautiful daughter and son, cradles them carefully and takes them home olny telling jazz, sam, and tucker about their true origins, his parents lecture him about ‘how irresponsible he was for bringing two children into the word’ and ‘how hard it is to raise them’ and ‘how much personal time you have to give up to take care of them’ despite them not noticing that he had disappeared for weeks or that they spent all day in thier lab only coming out for food and bathroom breaks or to put a sample in the fridge because the basement fridge was full {they still haven’t noticed he’s died} . the babyies needed a steady intake of his ectoplasm or pure ectoplasm to stabilize so took them to school with him, not trusting his parents inventions to not accidentally shoot at his kids but thankfully the ghost have calmed down with their attacks ever since he got the kids only going after him after school and during holidays and toning down thier destructive acts.
During the summer holiday vlad invites the fenton family to a cruise ship no doubt trying to enact one of his stupid schemes with jazz unfortunately (or fortunately) unable to join because she was joining a charity for helping less fortunate kids as a volunteer so that she could add it to her resume also because she’s just a really good person and wants to help defintley not to get out of the holidy cruise with val of course not . During one of the cruses resocking pit stops he has to change ellie’s diaper because he’s a goid dad, so he leaves jason with his parents reluctantly after the insisted that he would be perfectly safe with them, jason having a dormant core barley exhibits any ghostly traits while ellie having an active core regularly floats, so his parents were less liely to think jason was a ghost tgan ellie, not knowing that as soon as he left the box ghost came to cause mischief, his parents immediately entering ghost hunter mode forgetting about baby jason.
Enter Sheila also on the cruise running a fake pregnancy scam on multiple people, getting desprate when few men fall for it but needing more proof from her, she decides to steal baby jason who was conveniently unattended to in the chaos happening and leaves before the cruise before the ship departs. She successfully registers the baby as hers saying that she gave birth to him on a cruise thats why she has no previous medical records and naming him jason based on the custom onsie he’s wearing that had in bold Baby Jason written on the chest and starts her scam once again. This time she’s more successful in her scam getting large amounts of money from different men, her having blue eyes, the baby having blue eyes, most people having black hair made it much easier, but now the baby was getting older and its harder to scam people with a larger baby so she doesn’t want him anymore so she hands him over to the only man stupid enough to believe that was truly his baby, Willis Todd, she dumps him in gotham and leaves.
Back at the cruise ship danny finishes changing ellie only to come out to the aftermath of the box ghost and search’s for his parents so that he could get his son back only to discover that his parents have once again neglected another child, their grandchild, in favor of their ghost hunting ways. danny feels devestated his baby boy is gone and the ship had already sailed a long way out from their last stop, he should have never trusted his parents, he didn’t care that they neglected him, but thier neglect now cost him his son. he leaves ellie with jazz once they reach home and follows the tugging in his core once again trying to locate his son, but this time it’s harder it took him weeks to find his kids the first time and that was when they were stationary, now sheila keeps moving meaning the direction of the tugging keeps changing and it throws him off the right track, until she reaches gotham and the tugging suddenly STOPS, danny is floating in the middle of nowhere when his connection with his baby just disappears without a warning. and danny is just terrified, he doesn’t know what has happened to his baby.
Jason is in gotham now, which is a ectoplasm deadzone, despite it being heavily covered in death energy. any time ectoplasm is formed its immediately sucked away by those who have recently died, barely being able to take enough to pass to the afterlife, and with the amount dieing in gotham the amount of ectoplasm is barely able to sustain jasons baby core. he has stronger senses and a better immune system from his ghost half but other than sharper canine teeth he doesn’t develop other ghostly traits over the years growing up, if he able to seemingly disappear in the shadows and move as silent as a ghost, it’s attributed to gotham strangeness.
jason is now 15 and dies waking up briefly in ghost zone only for the ectoplasm to kick start his core and kicks him back into his body six months after his death, back in to gotham the ectoplasm deadzone now unable to support his active core leaving him catatonic for talia to find and dunk in the lazarus pit. he spends three years in with the league of assassins before returning to gotham mad with pit rage and the need for revenge against the joker.
danny, now the ghost king , has never given up searching for his missing, despite not being able to locate him his bond reassuring him his son was alive, having moved out with his daughter and sister when she turned eighteen and cut off all communication with his parents. he’s in a meeting in the ghost zone when he feels his bond with his son flare up strongly only for it to disappear from the ghost zone not a minute later, leaveing him no time to search for him, but the bond is there, if barely, but it disappears again when jason is dumped in the lazurus pit, his signature corrupted from how it was when he was young. danny’s core aches from the sadness he’s feeling, the bond he has with his son is seemingly gone, he doesn’t know what to do now.
A year passes and jason is now nineteen a year after he came back to gotham, having reconciled with his family. but now the justice league is facing a world ending supernatural threat and they need someone or something powerful enough to face it, so who else other than the benevolent and kind ghost king.
constantine has the main league members do the ritual with him batman, superman, wonder woman, flash, green lantern, because the requires a lot of power. so they chant his titles, The Benevolent and Kind, The Great One, The Gate and The Keeper, The Guiding Star, The High King Of Infinite Realms, and a portal starts forming and slowly danny emerges in full royal garb, white hair swaying whisply in an invisible breeze, eyes a glowing green galaxy, crown and ring on full display. Danny opens his mouth to speak only to close it when he feels a weak, sputtering bond from someone standing at the back of the room, he cranes his head searching for the orogin of this bond and spots a young man, then it clicks, thats his son, that’s jason. he can’t believe his eyes, he finally found his baby, after nineteen years, he sinks to the floor and sobs.
Jason had always felt a strange feeling if longing that never seemed to go away, at first he thought it was from a lack of care from his parents, but it didn’t seem right to him, so after he bacame robin, and found out about sheil he thought that was where the feeling of longing was coming from, but then she betrayed him and he died at the hands of the joker. and in that one minute in the realm of the dead everything felt right only to wake up in his own grave and then get dumped in the pit. After getting dumped in the pit the longing was gone, and in its place was rage, like he had lost something very important to him and this made him unbelievable angry, so he went to gotham to exact revenge, and ended up reconciling with his family.
a year later he’s stading at the back the room as the justice league summons the ghost king, and as the king emerges the feeling of longing that was gone since his death starts sputtering to life, he looks at the floating man and the longing gets stronger, they lock eyes and the man shudders and sinks to the floor sobbing, he wants nothing more that to run to him and hug him, hold him and never let go, he has never felt such intense emotions towards someone in his life.
As he slowly walks towards the ritual, danny lifts his and revrently utters his name “Jason”
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dreamofjoys · 1 year
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Short drabble for Incubus Malleus
cw: female reader, modern au, blowjob, groping, drugging(aphrodisiacs), dubcon, praising, mentions of ex boyfriend, eating you out heh, unprotected sex, overstimulation, cumming, not very detailed a/n: Im not the original person who came up with this incubus malleus au but WE NEED MORE!!! This is just my version of it <3
Incubus Malleus who owns a club in the human world. The main purpose of it was purely just to lure humans in and let him and his retainers to feed on their sexual desires. He is the King of demons, and it is only his job to ensure that his kind has enough food to survive.
He thought that humans were boring, especially the women in the club who would so willingly crawl under his feet, purposefully pushing their lower lips out into a pout, batting their fake eyelashes at him, begging to take a taste of his cock.
Malleus rejected those advances. He doesn't allow anyone to touch him at all. Instead, he gropes at their breast, thrust his fingers into their pussy and sink his fangs into their neck and allow himself to feed. In his eyes, they were just preys to him. Preys don't deserve to touch a high ranking demon like him at all.
It wasn't until one fateful night you stumbled into his club, alone, ordering a few shots of vodka and opting to drink at one isolated corner so that no one would disturb you.
The moment Malleus laid his eyes on you, he knew he wanted you by his side, forever. And his instincts were proven right the moment he had you lying naked beneath him, looking at your teary eyes and wobbly lips. Your nipples had hardened at the touch of the cold night air. You were rubbing your thighs together, trying to contain the unbearable heat in your core that was screaming at you to spread your legs wide.
"Beautiful." Malleus sang praises of you as he gives hot open mouth kisses from your neck, down to your breast, lower stomach and your core. You whined when he spread your legs open further, displaying your flower to him as he immediately dives in, nose pressing onto your clit while his tongue slips into you to explore your insides.
He had no regret asking his retainer to spike your drink before bringing you to his private room in the club. Truly, you taste like the sweetest fruit in heaven. Malleus had eaten out many women in his 1000 year of lifespan, but none of them will ever taste as good as you.
You were unsure if this was the right thing to do. You only came to the club because you wanted to get your mind off about your boyfriend - ex boyfriend - who had cheated on you. It wasn't your intention to have a one night stand but this stranger who has fully buried his face between your legs was so good at whatever he was doing, you couldn't help but to tug on his raven locks, pulling his head so that his tongue could reach deeper inside you.
"Mo-more-" you begged, and Malleus compiled, feeling satisified that you had decided to give in to pleasure, to give yourself to him. He stays in between your thighs for a long time, drawing out numerous orgasm from you, making you cum just on his tongue only.
Was it too much for you? No matter, he has better things in store for you. Malleus discards his clothes within seconds. His cock standing straight up, pre cum already leaking on the top as he smears it on your folds.
You are a lucky one, because this is the first time Malleus had decided to fuck someone nice and good. You will be his. He thinks as he cruelly sinks his thick cock inside you, moving his hips so that he could fuck your pussy into the shape of his cock.
He takes in the sinful sight of you clutching onto his arm that he had placed beside your head, babbling incoherent words. Your boobs jiggling up and down, a small bulge forming at your belly, a physical reminder that he was taking you as him.
"i'm go-gonna cum-"
"su-sure, me too,"
And just like that, you creamed all over his cock like a good girl he knows you are while he paints your walls white, finally marking you as him.
You were wrong for thinking that this was a one night stand. Afterall, Malleus had never intended to let you go after laying his eyes on you. He make sure to fuck you over and over again, the smell of his cum was so strong that all the other incubus stayed away from you.
Don't ever think of running away from him. He had peered into your dreams and learnt everything about you, including your ex boyfriend who had cheated on you. So why not just stay with Malleus? He can take away your pain and make you feel so so good. You just need to give yourself to him and let him feed on you.
Besides, he fucks better than your ex.
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kelin-is-writing · 1 year
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dabi x fem!reader
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sometimes dabi would get turned on and want to have sex in the most random moments really. that time he fucked you bent over your vanity and facing its mirror, claiming that he did it because you looked way too hot while putting on your lipstick? or that one time he fucked you against your apartment’s front door twice in a row only because you’ve wore thigh high socks and he absolutely goes crazy over the way they hug a little too tightly your toned thighs?
that’s the intimidating dabi of the league of villains for you, who’s also a doting and horny boyfriend that would never miss a chance to tease you. but well, that’s just how this huge grumpy cat shows love and you adore everything about him anyway.
today was sunday and of course you wanted to relax all day and do nothing. dabi has come to crash at your place, like always, and was now taking a bath while you were laying on your stomach on the couch scrolling through your phone.
after a few minutes he comes out of the bathroom shirtless, jeans hanging dangerously low on his waist and a towel around his neck as he used the cloth to dry his black locks, walking up to your kitchen for a glass of water.
a second he was complaining about there not being food in the fridge, while the later one as he turns back dabi froze on spot when he saw you wearing a grey t-shirt that reached a little bit below the curve of your ass with only black panties under it, his azure eyes fixing right away on your cunt and the way the underwear was hugging it so well.
his eyes darkened in an instant as he left the jug of water and glass on the counter, walking around it, up to you.
not hearing your boyfriend say a word, you furrowed your eyebrows about to ask him why the silence when instead of his name a yelp escaped your lips as you felt an hand palm your ass and a caress long your clothed pussy, right between the folds.
turning back you see dabi sit right at your side, on the egde of the couch, stare down at you with pure hunger inside his turquoise eyes as he kept stroking your core achingly slow.
“your pussy looked so tempting and i’m a weak guy baby, you know that.”, he cooed with a fake sorrowful tone and an arrogant smirk on his lips, his middle finger moving now in circles between your folds before the tip went to rub over the little bundle of nerves, a whimper coming out from you right away.
he hooked two fingers of his free hand on the hem of your panties sliding them off and leaving them hang on your left leg, middle finger and forefinger already knuckle deep inside your pussy stroking your walls slowly making cries of pleasure come out from your lips.
after you came all over his fingers and pulled them out, dabi licked your juices off of his digits while grabbing your leg lifting it up over his shoulder as he got onto the couch. he lowered his already low pants and freed his dick from the restriction of his boxers; the villain rubbed his reddened tip in circles on your clit before sliding it long your slit and a second later he had already thrusted into you pushing his pelvis flush against yours.
“hff... fuck– look at how good you’re taking me babygirl...”, he pointed out with an excited smirk on his lips, an hand resting on your lower abdomen as he started thrusting at a pace so erratic that it didn’t let you time to breath.
the way he was pistoning into you made your head spin from the pleasure, every vein that drags along your walls felt simply fantastic and made you unable to stop moaning his name, while he looked down at you with scrunched up face letting out groans whenever your pussy clenched around his shaft.
dabi’s hand gripped tightly your thigh pushing it a little more towards you rising slightly on his knees and angling higher his hips, he then started to pound harder into you hitting a spongy spot inside your cunt that made you let out an high-pitched moan while resting an hand on his chest when he bend down to kiss you.
after few more thrusts that kept on hitting that spot, you held onto the border of the couch arching your back coming all over his dick calling his name in a loud whine as your eyes stared into the boy’s ones lovestruck, which made him grunt a satisfied smirk at you.
“want me– ngh– to fill you up princess?”, at your energetic nods he giggled amused, then stilling inside of you after few more powerful thrusts that slapped hard against your pelvis he spilled white hot ropes all over your walls making you bite down on your lip, while his eyes rolled at the back of his head as he let out a throaty groan.
when you two came down from your respective highs, he looked down at you panting hard before sitting up and pulling you with him, it was then that his dick hit your cervix out of nowhere making you shudder in pleasure:
“since you’re tempting me again, don’t get mad when later you won’t be able to stand and go buy groceries.”, he taunted smiling at you cocky, before kissing your lips voraciously.
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The Delinquent’s Guide to Finding Love
Warnings: profanity, domestic ab*se, psychological ab*se, Gakuhoe Asano and his A+ Parenting, mild spoilers
Reader is female
Assassination Classroom doesn't belong to me, and neither does Karma.
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“Good morning, everyone. My name is (Y/N) Asano, and I am the new transfer student.”
The girl at the front of the room surveys the class with a cold expression. “I look forward to meeting you all.” She certainly doesn’t seem like it.
She stalks across the room, taking a seat next to Karma Akabane.
Karma feels a vengeful glee grow inside of him. Ha! This is hilarious!
“Not so smiley now, are you, Princess?” he taunts.
“…” She looks at him. “Akabane.”
“(Y/N)-chan.”
“Don’t call me chan. Only my friends call me that. And you are not my friend.”
Maybe…just maybe…
“Daddy decided that Princess was useless, didn’t he?” Karma sneers. “Looks like Daddy doesn’t love you anymore~”
“…” She looks at him frigidly. “Please do not talk to me.”
This is better than hilarious, Karma decides. This is possibly the best thing that has happened to him in his life.
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(Y/N) Asano.
How does Karma describe her?
Perhaps he should keep it short.
Former student of 3-A (Former, ha!). Daughter of the Principal. Sister of Gakushuu Asano. Captain of the cheer team. Kunugigaoka’s School Idol.
A complete and utter fake.
If you ask anyone on Main Campus, (Y/N) is a kind, gentle soul, a friendly, talented young girl who, even when she’s beaten down, keeps a bright smile on her face.
If you ask Karma Akabane, she’s a liar and a fake.
She’s an Asano, for god’s sake. What do you expect?
The first time Karma saw her, it was hate at first sight.
Pure, unfiltered, hate.
She was cheering on Kunugigaoka’s football team, with a bright, warm smile, which Karma knew, from the very depths of his core, was fake, fake, fake.
“Come on A-Class!” she had yelled, shaking her pom-poms. “Let’s send them straight to hell!”
The team A-Class was playing against was the E-Class team.
They weren’t sent to hell, but E-Class was most certainly put through it.
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“So, (L/N)-san how did you end up here?” tries Kanzaki.
“Reasons,” (Y/N) responds.
“Um…ok…”
“What do you want with me? Just spit it out.”
“…Would you like to sit with us at lunch? I know-”
“No.”
“…”
“(L/N)-san, this is an opportunity to make friends!” encourages Koro-sensei. “Why not-”
(Y/N) looks at Koro-sensei. “I have no intention of making friends here,” she states.
“You’ll need allies on your side if you want to kill me-”
“I have no intention of killing you.” Koro-sensei freezes at this, as does Karma. (Y/N) narrows her eyes. “I have no need of the prize money. I will be back at A-Class soon enough anyways, so there is no real point.”
“…”
“Please excuse me.” (Y/N) stands up and starts to walk away from her desk.
“So…you show your true colours at last,” calls out Karma.
(Y/N) stops in her tracks, and slowly turns around, facing Karma. “Fuck off.”
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(Y/N) was rather popular back when she was back at Main Campus.
Karma would often see her blow a kiss or two to her admirers, who would often follow her around the school, but noticed how she would skip those from E-Class.
Speaking of following, there was also that clique of hers. She wasn’t really part of the Big Five, but she did have a ‘group’ of her own. It was made exclusively of members of her cheer team, each one as plastic and fake as her.
Naturally, there was no room for the ‘dirt’ that was E-class.
Karma was watching from the shadows when The Incident happened.
“Why won’t you let me join the cheer team?” fumed Hinata Okano.
“You’re in D-Class, Okano,” says (Y/N), her voice cold, unforgiving. “You’re barely hanging on as it is. Get better grades and then I might consider it.”
“That’s not fair!”
“Life’s not fair.”
Okano stormed out of the room, and Karma only just managed to catch the tearful shine of Okano’s eyes.
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Lunchtime in E-Class.
(Y/N) is not eating a bite of her food, simply messing around with what’s inside her lunchbox. She is sitting under a large tree, its shadow protecting her from the harsh sun.
Karma casually walks up to her, pouring his strawberry milk inside her lunchbox, some of the milk splashing onto her shirt.
“Oops.” He smiles innocently. “Sorry.”
“…” (Y/N) stands up, and walks towards the nearest bin, dumping her food inside, disposing of it.
Karma kicks over the compost bin, the contents of the bin landing on her shoes.
“Sorry.” He is openly smirking now.
Maybe she’ll say something now. Maybe she’ll yell at him. Maybe she’ll cry.
Karma wants to see that human side of her again, he wants to see that vulnerable side, so he can reach into her and then finally tear her apart.
Oh. That was a little intense.
Meh, whatever. ‘Intense’ is Karma’s middle name.
(Y/N) walks away from Karma, not saying a word.
“What happened, Princess?” Karma mocks. “Did I hurt your feewings~?”
No answer.
What a shame.
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The first prank was relatively amateur.
A box of chocolates, the chocolates replaced with a jack in a box which sprayed paint all over (Y/N)’s shirt.
Karma had watched from a little ways off, as (Y/N) and her clique stood there in silence.
Pin drop silence.
Until (Y/N) laughed. She looked straight at Karma and shot him a (fake) smile. “You totally got me, Akabane-san!”
Rage.
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Karma watches Kanzaki shrink into herself as she walks home, as jeers and insults are thrown at her from the Main Campus students.
Someone pushes her, and Kanzaki falls to the ground, her books scattered all over the ground.
Karma begins to walk up to her but stops when he sees someone else approach her. He hides behind a tree in order to see exactly why would (Y/N) Asano would ever help someone?
“Stop crying,” says (Y/N), holding out a hand for her to grab onto. Kanzaki takes it and stands up, sniffling.
(Y/N) crosses her arms. “You need to stop being so pathetic, Kanzaki,” she says, her eyes narrowed.
Kanzaki looks like she’s about to burst into full out tears.
(Y/N) takes a deep breath and sighs, her tone changing into something softer, kinder almost. “The reason they pick on you is because you look vulnerable, pathetic and weak. You try to hide so that people won’t notice on you, but it just has the opposite effect.”
“…” Kanzaki looks confused.
(Y/N) sighs again. “Tell me something. In the wild, a wolf wouldn’t attack a lion, would it?”
Kanzaki shakes her head.
“But it would attack a cow, wouldn’t it?”
Kanzaki nods her head.
“Why is that? Why doesn’t it attack the lion? Why doesn’t it leave the cow alone?”
“…It’s because the wolf knows it’s weaker than the lion,” answers Kanzaki tentatively. “So, it decides to pick on the cow instead…”
(Y/N) smiles. It isn’t like how she used to smile, how she used to smile back in Main. This smile is more…evil-looking, cruel, mischievous (and it makes Karma’s heart do weird backflips worthy of an Olympic gold medal, but there was no way in hell he was ever going to admit that).
“Kanzaki-chan, you are the cow. And Main Campus are the wolves. To beat them, you need to become a lion.”
“…But…I’m not nearly strong or clever enough…” Kanzaki shuffles her feet nervously. “I’m…not ready…”
“Then fake it till you make it.” (Y/N)’s tone is hard. “Hold your chin up high, stand straight, and pretend you don’t care.”
Kanzaki does exactly that, not really succeeding, instead looking sort of like constipated turtle.
“You look like a constipated turtle,” sighs (Y/N).
“Sorry,” Kanzaki mumbles.
“Let me put it this way,” says (Y/N), pinching her brow. “Try to look like a bitch.”
“…a…bitch?”
“Yes. A rich, beautiful cold brat who has money and looks and the whole school humping her leg like a chihuahua.”
“…that’s…oddly specific.”
“Just do it.”
Kanzaki tries to look bitchy, and kind of succeeds, putting a cold look on her face and holding her chin up high.
“Now walk,” instructs (Y/N). “Walk back home like that.”
“…and if they insult me again?” asks Kanzaki timidly.
“Ignore them. Pretend that they’re tiny little ants.”
“…Alright.” And so Kanzaki walks away, trying her best to pretend that the Main Campus are tiny little ants.
“…”
…Karma gets it.
She’s…trying to be nice.
Maybe…maybe she was really trying to change.
THE NEXT DAY
Okay, you know what Karma said about (Y/N) trying to change?
Karma takes that back She isn’t trying to change, not at all.
Why did Karma expect anything different?
“The way you’re cartwheeling is completely wrong, Okano.” (Y/N) crosses her arms. “It makes you look like an amputated duck.”
“Haaanh? And when we ask you for your opinion, Miss ‘I’m so great at everything?’” snaps Okano. “Jeez, could you stop poking your nose in where it doesn’t belong? My cartwheel is fine-”
Kanzaki looks helplessly from one girl to another. “Guys, we shouldn’t argue-”
“She’s insulting my skills!” yells Okano.
“I’m trying to help you!” (Y/N) retorts.
“So, dissing me is helping now? How about some actual constructive feedback instead!?”
“…Ok, you want constructive feedback?” (Y/N)’s voice is cold; Karma swears that the temperature drops a few degrees. “Just quit. You’ll never be able to get anywhere, so why keep trying if you just keep on messing up?”
“…” Okano clenches her fist and glares. “Why you…!”
Kanzaki’s eyes widen, and she mutters, “Wasn’t that a little harsh…?”
(Y/N) doesn’t even bother to answer, only turning her back on the two girls and walking away.
Okano yells and launches herself in (Y/N)’s direction, about to give (Y/N) one of her signature flying kicks. “YOU BITCH!”
(Y/N) simply steps out of the way and watches as Okano lands in the dust, raising an eyebrow as if to say, ‘Seriously?’
Okano gets back up on her feet, breathing heavily. Anybody with half a mind can see that she is still angry from the angry furrow of her brows to the red flush of her cheeks and the trembling of her clenched fists.
With a roar Okano launches a punch towards (Y/N)’s face, but (Y/N) without so much as a flinch grabs Okano’s arm and flips her backwards, sending her crashing to the ground.
Okano doesn’t get back up this time.
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The retaliation was unexpected.
Karma never thought she would have the guts.
But there Karma was, realising that all of his clothes had been switched out for something truly hideous.
No one had any spare clothes, and therefore, Karma Akabane was forced to spend the rest of the day in a tattered yellow Hawaiian shirt and mud splattered shorts, subject to the sniggers and giggles of fellow students.
Karma hadn’t known who had done it.
Not until (Y/N) Asano had brushed up against him as he was moving classes and whispered to him, “You look good in yellow, Akabane,” her lips lightly touching the skin of his ear and sending shivers down his spine.
Love Hate.
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“Asano-san, what you did was completely out of line!” fumes Koro-sensei, his face a deep black. Karma feels himself tremble ever so slightly, but (Y/N)’s face seems composed, bored even.
Karma may be a devil, but (Y/N) is definitely not human.
“I was defending myself,” she says calmly.
“You could have seriously hurt Okano!”
“And she could have seriously hurt me if I had let her.”
The entire class sits in pin-drop silence as Koro-sensei looks straight at (Y/N). “Hurting another classmate isunacceptable,” he growls.
“She was the one who started it.” (Y/N)’s face betrays nothing.
“Okano, is this true?” And just like that, Okano is now the one who is shaking (even more) as Koro-sensei directs his gaze onto her.
“…yes…” Okano mutters, confessing to her sin. “But she provoked me! She insulted my skills! She told me that I should just quit gymnastics!”
“…” Koro-sensei looks at (Y/N) once more.
“…Okano is telling the truth,” says (Y/N).
“And what made you say such a thing to her?”
“She asked me for advice, and I gave it,” (Y/N) states.
Koro-sensei sighs, his face fading back into its usual yellow colour. “I see now. (Y/N).” (Y/N) nods, showing she is attentive. “For now, I am letting you off, since you are new, but you must not provoke another student in such a manner again. Do you understand?” he says, wagging a tentacle at the young girl
“I understand.”
“And Okano.” Okano perks to attention. “You mustn’t lash out like that a fellow classmate again. Violence against others will not be tolerated. Do you understand?”
“…I understand.”
“Good!” And just like that, the tension in the air disappeared, as if it hadn’t been there at all. “Now, let’s get back to the lesson, shall we?”
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By the end of the day, the rain is pouring down like never before, dark clouds swirling in the sky and fog clogging the air. Karma luckily has brought his umbrella, so his hair is fluffy rather than sodden from the water.
He walks out of the school, frowning when he sees a figure standing amongst the white fog.
“…Asano.”
(Y/N)’s eyes are trained on some spot in the distance, and her foot is tapping impatiently, the rain soaking her all over. “Akabane,” she responds curtly. “You’ve come to spill milk on me again?”
“Aw, Princess, you know me.” Karma gives a dark grin. “I’m a complete angel. I would never do something like that on purpose. Could you imagine?”
(Y/N) snorts in response.
“So, what’s someone like you doing out here?” questions Karma. “Standing in the rain like a stray dog?”
“Waiting for my brother,” (Y/N) says. “He should be here any minute now. That idiot’s so late today.”
There’s a little catch in her voice that most people would have missed or ignored, but Karma isn’t most people, and as such he pounces on this chink in her armour. “And by any minute, do you mean one hour?”
“…” The tapping of her foot stops.
“I stayed back an hour to help some of the others with math. And knowing that Asano, he wouldn’t forget anything. He’s always on time, always completely prepared. Face it, Princess. You’ve been ditched.” Karma holds out his umbrella, smirking. “So why don’t you let the handsome prince take you home?” he mocks.
“…Gakushuu will be here soon,” she answers, her voice slightly unsure. Her eyes are still looking somewhere far away. “He’ll be here. So, I don’t need your help.”
“…He’s not coming for you. No one’s coming for you,” says Karma, the smile dropping from his face. “You’re one of us now, Princess. An outcast. A piece of trash. No one from your old life will even want to touch you now. Welcome to E-class.”
“…that isn’t true.” (Y/N) shakes her head, laughing. “That’s ridiculous! My brother cares about me, obviously, he just can’t afford to spend time with me right now because there’s so much work to do, and I have to concentrate on my studies too!” Water drips down her cheeks.
“A dog with a leash can’t stray too far from his master,” states Karma. “And stray dogs are to be kept far away from the house.”
“…” (Y/N) finally looks at Karma. There is a sugary smile on her face, one that reminds Karma of the old days, back when Karma was in D-class and she in A-class.
But her eyes burn with something even darker than sin itself.
“Does the Princess have something to say?” Karma mocks, trying not to waver at the look in her eyes. “What is it, Your Majesty?”
“…I really like dogs too!” she says, her voice dripping with thick, sweet, choking syrup, the saccharine poison forcing its way down Karma’s throat and drowning out his voice.
“They’re so sweet and cute, you know!” She laughs, looking Karma up and down. “There’s this little red one who I see very often. He’s thinks he’s so scary, barking at me all the time. It’s so adorable! But I sometimes feel really sorry for him. His parents- oh sorry, owners, like to go on really long trips, and they leave him alone all the time. Then he really acts out, getting into fights and biting all these people, but when he gets home, he cries and cries. It’s just so pathetic.”
Karma can’t hold himself back anymore. His fist flies through the air, straight towards (Y/N) Asano’s face.
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“I am speechless.”
Karma and (Y/N) are back in the 3-E classroom, under the disapproving gaze of Koro-sensei, similar to before with Okano really, except it was only the three of them.
Karma, in hindsight, curses himself for falling for the bait. But he feels satisfied
“Asano-san.” (Y/N) isn’t afraid. But it’s not like she’s calm either. Her dull eyes stare at somewhere that isn’t here nor there, and she barely breathes.
Karma isn’t sure if he likes it.
“I warned you today that you were on caution, and any more fights would get you in serious trouble. And yet, the minute school ends, I get-” Koro-sensei waves a tentacle in Karma’s direction. “-this. Do you have anything to say for yourself?”
“He started it,” she mutters, barely audible, sounding like a sulking child.
“I see. And is this true, Karma-kun?” asks Koro-sensei, his usually sunny smile now much more comparable to the bloodthirsty grin of a serial killer.
“…” Karma could lie. He could lie. But he isn’t that kind of person… “…No.” Well, he is that kind of person as it turns out. What a surprise.
“Oh yes, so it was a ghost who punched me?” snaps (Y/N), vindictive. “It was a ghost who mocked me? It was a ghost who spilled milk all over me? I am so done with your bullshit, Akabane.”
“I’m done with your bullshit too,” Karma fires back. “You’re all sour over the fact that you’re not in Main anymore and you’ve been taking it out on all of us like a petty little bitc-”
“I understand what has been going on now.” Koro-sensei’s voice has a certain resolution to it. “You both can go home now, but I want you to stay after school tomorrow. Understand?”
“…Understood,” (Y/N) mutters.
“Understood,” Karma mutters as well.
THE NEXT DAY
“Bonding,” Karma seethes, crossing his arms and slouching in his chair. “Fucking bonding. I can’t believe it. The undercooked piece of seafood wants us to bond.”
“That octopus is a strange one,” remarks (Y/N) quietly, rocking backwards and forwards gently.
“Princess, he’s a literal octopus who walks and talks and flies at Mach 20. Strange does not even begin to cover it.”
“…” (Y/N) falls silent again.
The two are sitting together in the empty 3-E classroom. Door and windows are all tightly shut and locked.
“The attitude you two have will not do at all!” Koro-sensei had said, wagging a tentacle as a large cross appeared on his face. “Assassins must have the ability to set aside their differences and work together, and the two of you fighting will only drag the entire class down! So, I have devised a challenge for you two…”
“I can’t believe the octopus turned the mountain into an escape room.” Karma shakes his head. “If only you had a hairpin or something, I could-”
(Y/N) walks to Karma and brings a hairpin out of her pocket, wordlessly putting it in Karma’s hand.
Karma takes it, and bends it out of shape, inserting it into the lock and wiggling it around until he hears a click. “You do the honours, Princess.”
(Y/N) swings the door open…
They quickly run through the corridor, Karma reaching first and pushing the doors to the exit. “No use. It’s locked. You have another hairpin.
“No…that was my last one.” (Y/N) frowned. “There’s a key, right?”
“There is, in the staff room.”
“So, let’s go.”
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“The key has to be somewhere in here,” says (Y/N).
“Let’s check.”
They turn the room upside down, but come up with no results, except for four strange pieces of paper, with various things written on them.
“…it’s not here.”
“It is,” responds Karma, pointing to the safe. It is locked with a six number code, which Karma doesn’t know.
“…there are a number of possibilities,” says (Y/N), tapping her foot anxiously. “If we try them all-”
“No can do, Princess.” Karma shakes his head. “We only get three tries for this kind of safe. And besides, trying them all would take ages.”
“…Koro-sensei…the paper …it must be a clue!” (Y/N) turns to Karma. “We have to solve this…!”
“Okay.” Karma snatches up one of the papers. “This one should be…” His bravado quickly fades when he realises that the entire thing is written in a foreign language. “…easy.”
“Give it to me.”
Karma hands it over to (Y/N). “I doubt you’ll be able to solve this one.”
“…” (Y/N) scans over the paper. “It…it seems to be written in French. I’m a little rusty, but it’s asking a question: what must an assassin always have?”
…So…she knows French, huh? “…Koro-sensei always tells us that an assassin must always have a second blade,” offers Karma. “As in a back-up plan, if the first should fail.”
“A second blade…” (Y/N) thinks aloud, tapping her foot (something she seems to do when she’s thinking).
“…what would the corresponding numbers for ‘blade’ be in the alphabet, if let’s say, a = 1, b = 2, and so on?” asks Karma
“…2, 12, 1, 4, 5,” (Y/N) says, after a moment’s thought.
Karma inputs the numbers ‘212145’ and tries to open the safe. “…Hey, did you translate that right?”
“No, I’m definitely not wrong.” (Y/N) shakes her head. “That is what the question says…”
“…well, what’s ‘blade’ in French?”
“It would be ‘la lame.’” (Y/N) frowns. “But technically, if you translate ‘la lame’ literally, it becomes ‘the blade’ rather than just ‘blade,’ so ‘blade’ is actually ‘lame’ rather than ‘la lame…’
Karma has it. He quickly inputs the numbers ‘121135,’ and the safe opens with a click, revealing a key.
“Wow…” (Y/N)’s eyes widen. “That was…pretty cool…”
“…heh…you warming up to me now, Princess?”
“…no, I’m not.” Her voice is unsure, and Karma’s heart leaps for no reason at all. “Come on, let’s go.”
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“…that octopus is a strange on,” (Y/N) murmurs, repeating her earlier statement.
The entire of 3-E is surrounded by a tall (six meters if Karma has to make an estimate), metal fence, with no barbed wire thankfully, but it’s a fence all the same. The fence isn’t completely solid, though, more like a mesh, and Karma can see to the other side.
“Don’t tell me we have to unlock another door,” groans Karma.
“…no…” (Y/N) points. “I don’t think there is a door.”
Karma looks in the direction (Y/N) is pointing in. And on the floor, he sees a pole.
“Koro-sensei wants us to vault over it. He’s even kept cushioning on the other side, see?” Sure enough, Karma can see a large blue mat on the other side, along with a large rope. “One of us has to vault over, then toss the rope so that the other person can climb over.”
“Alright then, I’ll go-”
“No,” (Y/N) interrupts him forcefully. “I’ll go.”
“…Why?” demands Karma.
“Akabane, pole vaulting is dangerous without intense practice and training.” (Y/N) crosses her arms. “This fence is six meters at least, that’s Olympic levels.”
“And you’re suggesting that you’re capable?”
“…yes. I am.” (Y/N) takes a deep breath. “I’m very experienced in gymnastics and athletics, so something like this is right up my alley.”
“And how do I know you won’t just leave me here?” Karma challenges her.
“…you don’t. You’ll just have to trust me.”
“…” Trust. How can Karma trust someone like her?
But as he looks into her eyes, he can see no manipulation, no deceit. Just the cold hard truth.
“…Alright then. Take the lead, Princess.” Karma reluctantly picks up the pole, and hands it to (Y/N).
(Y/N) steps backwards, taking one breath, two breaths, three. Then she starts to run, eyes trained on her destination, and she brings the pole to the ground, launching herself over the fence, and landing on the mat, uninjured. She stands up, looking at Karma.
She’s going to leave now, Karma knows. She’s going to leave Karma behind, and it serves Karma right for believing in an Asano of all people–
(Y/N) tosses one end of the rope over the fence, ready for Karma to take so that he can finally make it to the other side. “Come on. Climb over before I graduate, yeah?”
THE NEXT DAY
“…Okano.”
Okano looks up from her lunch, glaring at (Y/N) who is standing before her. “What?”
“…Your cartwheels aren’t perfect,” says (Y/N), and Okano’s opens her mouth to spew a retort, but (Y/N) continues. “But they are very precise and controlled, which is impressive considering that you don’t train very intensely. You also look very graceful from an audience’s perspective, and you can also do multiple cartwheels in a sequence in a high speed, which is also takes a lot of effort. All in all, I would give your cartwheels an eight out of ten.”
“…so…is this your way of saying ‘sorry?’”
“I’m not apologising. I’m stating facts.”
“…” Okano cracks a small smile. “Thanks, I guess.”
“You’re welcome. And, one more thing.”
“…yeah?”
“When I eventually get back into Main, and yes, I will get back into Main, I’m planning on opening the cheerleading team to members of all classes, not just A, B, and C class,” (Y/N) tells her. “You’re welcome to come for try-outs, if you want to. I’m sure you’ll get in.”
This time, Okano’s grin is as bright as the sun.
(Y/N) turns around to face Karma, who was watching from a distance. “Hey, Akabane…you don’t mind if I sit with you for lunch, right?”
Karma smiles, genuinely “Sure thing, Princess.”
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(Y/N) and Karma, a few days after ‘The Great Escape Room,’ become friends. One might think that a friendship between someone who is born of the system and someone who breaks the system is completely atypical and absurd, but Karma was never one for the typical anyway, and it would seem that (Y/N) completely agrees.
Today, Koro-sensei just handed back the quizzes they did a few days ago, right before break started, and Karma smiles in satisfaction as he once again looks at his paper with a large ‘96%’ written on it.
“Impressive,” compliments (Y/N), smiling.
“Thanks, Princess.” Karma gives her a lazy grin. He really couldn’t be bothered to, he knew he would ace it, and he did. “Hardly studied too. What did you get?”
“Oh, nothing remarkable.” To anyone else, her tone might sound dismissive, casual, but Karma knows her well enough to detect that underlying something that puts him on edge, so he snatches up her paper, and his eyes widen when he sees her ‘100%.’
Karma Akabane is second. The thought spins around in his head: second, second, second, second, second.
There is a sly smile on (Y/N)’s face. “Just because we’re all buddy-buddy now doesn’t mean I won’t kick your ass when I can, Akabane.” She laughs. “Or should I say, ‘Second Place?’”
“…you bitch,” growls Karma.
“Ooh, did I hurt your feewings~?” mocks (Y/N).
“Guys, you shouldn’t fight in here,” says Isogai nervously, seeing the look on Karma’s face. “Just because it’s break doesn’t make it a–”
Karma goes in for the kill, his fingers attacking (Y/N)’s sides and incessantly begins to tickle her with a dark grin on his face. “Take that!”
“Ahahahahha!” Tears pour out of (Y/N)’s eyes as she tries to push Karma off her, but fails, falling to the ground in the process. “Karma, stop!” she chokes out.
Karma grins. “Then beg me for mercy, Princess.”
“P-please…” Her eyes narrow. “Have a breath mint.” (Y/N) suddenly grabs Karma and flips him over, now on top of him.  “Time for reve-”
“In broad daylight?” remarks Bitch-sensei from the doorway, raising an eyebrow. “My my, you two are bold. Just use protection, ‘kay?”
“…” Realization slowly dawns on (Y/N)’s face. “I…I…NO!” She gets off Karma and leaps to her feet. “I would never!”
“Really?” The Bitch Supreme smirks. “Because it sure looked like it, honey.”
“I’m leaving!” (Y/N) storms out of the room in a huff.
Karma doesn’t bother to get up. He lies there, takes his time, pondering over what just happened…
He closes his eyes.
(Y/N) Asano, her image appears
Same as ever. Nothing different. Not at all.
(Is what Karma is telling himself, and it’s true. But his future self will never anticipate the magnetic pull, the backflips his heart makes, the butterflies in his stomach.)
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“Ugh, today was so annoying.” (Y/N) rolls her eyes as she walks down the mountain with Karma. “Seriously, now everyone’s shipping us all because Bitch-sensei made it weird. Honestly. Us? A couple?” (Y/N) laughs.
Karma laughs along. “Yeah, could you imagine?”
Ridiculous, honestly.
“Gakushuu!” calls out (Y/N).
Oh no.
Oh no.
Karma quickly grabs (Y/N)’s arm and hisses in her ear, “(Y/N), why is that bastard here?”
(Y/N) slaps Karma’s arm. “I told him to walk with me. And don’t call my brother a bastard.”
“…” Ah. Karma had forgotten that the two were related.
“…(Y/N), why did you bring Akabane with you?” Asano barely does anything to hide the obvious repulsion in his voice.
“Look.” (Y/N) crosses her arms. “Karma’s gonna be hanging around me a lot more now, so I want you both to get along. So be polite. Both of you.”
“He abandoned you,” Karma points out, his voice rising. “He left you to rot in the rain like a stray do-”
“You don’t know anything about me, or (Y/N).” Asano’s eyes flash with anger. “So, I suggest you kindly shut your trap-”
“Let’s just go.” (Y/N) begins to walk the way to her home. “Try to keep up.”
The two boys exchange one last glare, before following (Y/N).
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(Y/N) walks much faster than them, and thus, she is now several feet ahead of the two, and safely out of earshot, allowing the boys to argue.
“Let me make one thing clear, Akabane,” says Asano, glaring. “If you intend to hang around my sister, I will not make it easy for you.”
Karma smirks. “Well, I like a good challenge anyway~”
“My sister is not a challenge,” Asano spits. “She’s a person, with fee–”
“What’s that I hear about me?”
You know what Karma said before about being safely out of earshot?
He takes it back.
Does she have super-hearing?
“Can you two not spend two minutes in the same place without fighting?” (Y/N) sighs. “You both are like toddlers, honestly. Well, Karma, you’re on your own now, since we’ve reached our destination. And I’m never walking with the both of you again.”
“I told you,” say Karma and Asano in unison.
(Y/N) laughs a little. “Well, see you tomorrow, Karma.”
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“Why did you forgive him?”
“He’s my brother,” answers (Y/N) nonchalantly as they walk up the mountain together.
“He still abandoned you,” Karma points out indignantly. “Are you really gonna make it that easy?”
“…there’s stuff,” mutters (Y/N). “Hard to explain. But he cares about me. And I care about him.”
“…If that’s what you say…”
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Maehara asks (Y/N) The Question on a warm, sunny day, while they are all outside.
“Hey (Y/N), how are you so smart?”
“…” She frowns. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
“Well, I always figured that cheerleaders were supposed to be…dumb?” Maehara laughs awkwardly. “I mean, that’s how it is, right?”
“…Hollywood,” (Y/N) sighs. “There isn’t a single thing it hasn’t managed to fuck up.”
She brings out her phone, and quickly selects a playlist. Upbeat, fast music begins to play.
“Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the show! We’re reaching for the top, and we’ll never fall below!”
(Y/N) then does a series of backflips so fast that Karma’s sight begins to blur, and then does some different jumps that makes her audience hold their breath, seemingly defying gravity.
A show indeed.
The music stops, and (Y/N) bows down to her audience, and Karma, along with a bunch of others, claps hard.
“Does that answer your question?” asks (Y/N), looking straight at Maehara. “…Yeah, it does.”
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“People think cheerleading is easy,” (Y/N) tells Karma, later. “And as you can tell, they’re wrong.” She smiles. “My dad first told me that cheerleading was a stupid career choice, and I would be better off investing my time somewhere else. And now today, my cheerleading team has won every competition they’ve taken part in.” She laughs. “Not going to lie, I did a great job.”
“How humble.”
“Oh, shut it, strawberry.” (Y/N) playfully pushes him. “But let that be a lesson: if you work hard enough, nothing can bring you down.”
Thoughts.
That’s all they were.
Silly little thoughts that would pop into Karma’s head annoyingly from time to time, easy to brush off, easy to ignore.
But thoughts will turn into feelings, and feelings are a part of who you are.
The day (Y/N) truly becomes a part of Karma is burned into Karma’s brain.
Today is burned into Karma’s brain.
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There are 365 days in a year, and listing out what happened in all of those days would frankly be ridiculous and time consuming, so maybe it would be best to pick out what stands out the most in Karma’s mind…
THE FIELD TRIP
At this point in time, E-class is in their trip to Kyoto, and this particular moment is the long awaited ‘gossip time…’
“Sounds like a party in here,” Karma remarks as he walks into the room, holding a cup of tea.
“Karma, great timing,” says Isogai. “Which of the girls in our class do you like?”
“…” Karma pays no attention to the paper handed to him, saying the first name that comes to mind: “I believe I’ll have to go with Okuda.”
“Bullshit!” groans Okajima, unsatisfied with Karma’s answer. “Everyone and their grandmothers know you have the hots for (Y/N)!”
“That isn’t true,” says Karma as casually as possibly.
“Bullshit liar, bullshit liar, bullshit liar!” Maehara jeers.
Karma knows opportunity when he sees it, and in this case, he sees it when Koro-sensei peers into the room with a pink, blushing face, noting something down in a notebook.
“Maybe you should be more worried about him.” Karma points at his poor victim.
Almost immediately, the room dissolves into chaos, everyone sans Karma and Nagisa drawing their knives and going after their target.
Karma simply sips at his tea, smiling and revelling in the chaos.
He steps outside to see all boys and girls attacking Koro-sensei, said teacher dodging their attacks at Mach 20, and Karma leans casually leaning against the wall.
“Hey Karma, don’t tell me he spied on you guys too,” says (Y/N) from beside him, looking at the destruction. Karma jumps a little; he hadn’t noticed her.
“Alright, I won’t.”
“Jesus.” (Y/N) rolls her eyes. “I see you aren’t attacking him.”
“Got nothing to hide,” says Karma (lying; he’s very good at it). “And I could say the same about you. You have no secrets either, huh.”
“…heh…” (Y/N) looks right at Karma and smirks. “Nah. I’m just very good at keeping secrets.”
(Karma wonders if drinking insecticide will kill the butterflies in his stomach.)
THE CAVE
Now, obviously there’s the island incident. The 3-E students got poisoned, Nagisa beat up Takoka, blah, blah, blah.
No one gives a shit about that, so let’s move onto Koro-sensei’s infamous matchmaking scheme (on of many to come): The haunted cave.
Karma and (Y/N) both walk through the cave, the candle Karma’s holding lighting their way. “How much do you bet this is some stupid matchmaking scheme?” says (Y/N), sounding exasperated.
“My firstborn child,” Karma jokes.
“Thought so.” (Y/N) sighs. “That octopus is never gonna give up.”
“Never gonna let you down, never gonna-”
“Shut it.”
They walk in a comfortable silence for a while, before (Y/N) asks another question. Well, it’s less of a question, and more of a statement.
“You’re afraid of Nagisa, aren’t you?”
Karma stiffens. She’s good. “What do you mean? Me, scared of Nagisa?”
“Don’t bullshit me, Karma,” sniffs (Y/N). “You looked scared to death back there with that battle with Takaoka.”
“…you got me there, Princess,” admits Karma.
“Can’t blame you there. He was pretty scary back there.”
“I know, right? And he’s like a mouse most of the time, who’da thunk that he’d have turned out like…like that!” Karma laughs bitterly. “Just goes to show that things you’re the least afraid of are the most dangerous…”
“Everything’s dangerous, Karma,” points out (Y/N). “I mean, I’m dangerous too.”
“Yeah, yeah. You’re strong, I know that.”
“It’s not about who can beat you up, Karma. People can ruin you without even laying a hand on you.” (Y/N) narrows her eyes. “All it really takes is a few well-placed rumours and a few leaked secrets to make the world burn.” She sighs. “It’s the mistake a lot of people make, really. It’s so easy to forget. In today’s world, violence will only get you so far. It’s about how well you can mess with people.”
“…you seem to know a lot about messing with people, Princess,” Karma notes.
“Heh.” (Y/N) smirks. “And what are you going to do about that?”
“You shevil.”
“Thank you, darling,” she drawls in response, grinning.
Oh shit, it’s the butterflies again.
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Perhaps you have a good picture of their friendship now. Strong, passionate…
The news hits Karma like a truck.
“What do you mean, you’re going back to Main?” Karma demands.
“I just got the letter.” (Y/N) doesn’t make eye contact with Karma, she instead looks down at her feet.  “I’m going back, Karma. Today’s my last day in E-class.”
“So, you’re just going to abandon us?” spat Karma. “You’re going to abandon me?”
The look on her face is like a knife straight through his heart.
“I…I’m not abandoning you.” Her voice is soft. “You all are really precious to me…you’re precious to me, Karma.”
“Then why?” Karma’s voice cracks. “I thought you cared about this. I thought you cared about the assassination. I thought those moments we had actually meant something to you-”
“They do! They mean everything to me! Things are complicated, Karma. I can’t stay…”
“Then prove it.” Karma’s voice is cold. “Prove to me that you aren’t lying, Princess.”
Karma didn’t know what he expected.
A hug? A tear-filled confession of friendship?
But he certainly didn’t expect (Y/N) pulling him in for a kiss.
Karma is a smart person, but he thinks, in this very moment, this is how it feels to be dumb. This is how it feels to have your head empty.
No thoughts, just (Y/N).
He kisses back.
“…” There are a few precious seconds of silence, after (Y/N) stops kissing Karma. “I…” (Y/N) takes a breath. “I’ll be in the cheer club after schools.”
She turns around and begins walking away, and Karma’s brain screams at him to say something, anything, but as you would have it, he stood there, voice gone.
What a shevil she is.
Stealing Karma’s heart and running away the second she kisses him.
Well, Karma supposes he’ll have to steal her heart as well, just to get even~
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The Cheer Club, she said.
That’s in the sports hall, isn’t it?
She’ll be happy to see him, right?
Right?
The door is already open, so Karma peeks in, to see…
(Y/N) is on the floor, sobbing uncontrollably. Karma has never seen her in such a vulnerable state before, and it almost feels like he’s peeking in on something private, not meant for his eyes.
(Y/N) shakes someone’s body, tears streaming down her face. “Aiko? Wake up! You need to wake up!” Around her, many more bodies are scattered, and Karma realises with a jolt that they belong to girls. Actual girls.
“They were weak.”
Ah.
The Principal.
He looms above (Y/N), looking down on her disapprovingly as she cries. “You allowed yourself to become weak, and in the process, you made them weak,” he tells her. It feels like they’re in the middle of a conversation. “While you were in E-class, their performance declined, bit by bit, until I had to…step in.”
“They weren’t ready,” (Y/N) chokes out. “They couldn’t take it. You killed them!”
“Now, now, you shouldn’t exaggerate so. There are a few broken bones here and there, but they’ll come out of this stronger. You’ll come out of this stronger.” The smile on his face is truly terrifying.
Just when Karma thinks that this possibly can’t get any worse, (Y/N) looks at him, glances at him from the corner of his eyes, and mouths, go.
By god Karma wants to stay.
But he doesn’t know anything.
So he goes.
An ambulance comes afterwards, and (Y/N) and Karma help carry (Y/N)’s Main Campus friends to the ambulance beds.
And when all is said and done, she collapses into Karma’s arms and cries.
THE NEXT DAY
“…So…” They sit together on a bench in a park. Karma licks a cone of strawberry ice-cream aimlessly. “Complicated?”
“Yeah.” (Y/N) sighs. “We’re not your standard textbook dysfunctional family, Karma. We’re functionally dysfunctional, if that makes sense.” She leans into him a little, resting her weary bones. “He’s more of a teacher than a father.” Karma can sense the obvious hurt in that last sentence. “Living with him is like walking on eggshells. I always feel like a disappointment, always feel like I’m weak…”
“Well, then, the solutions obvious, then isn’t it?” says Karma. “Live with me.”
“…huh?”
“Live with me.” Karma grins. “And bring your asshole brother along with you while you’re at it. Let’s really piss him off.”
“…” A wide grin slowly appears on (Y/N)’s face. “You genius! I could just kiss you right now!”
“Then do it.” Karma leans forward, closer to (Y/N). “I dare you.”
“…bastard.”
And so, she takes the dare, and there’s no one in the world except for them.
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lowkeyrobin · 17 days
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Heyy :) Can you please write headcanons of dating quackity, but in his earlier eras? (like 2019-21 maybe) ❤
ooooo yes of course!!! ; fun fact I've been watching him since 2018 or so (I don't mean this in a "Oh I'm cooler than you way) ; thank you for the request!! this was fun as hell ; I tried to kinda do it in a chronological order but yeah, I did like stuff and then more details of relationship if that makes sense yk???
QUACKITY ; 2019-2021 era
warnings ; language, talk of drugs, jokes about sex
genre ; fluff
word count ; 858
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Raiding Club Penguin with him and Axel was a core memory for you. It was the first true time, however cringe it sounds, that you saw Alex as your best friend.
he'd always try to make you laugh, especially on stream
such a little tease
back in the olden days, we had those Discord server 'wtf is that food' videos
you guys rank some of them and how likely you'd eat them
also ranking Discord memes
so many of them were dumb shit or weird shipart from like 2015 deviantart LMFAO
"guys I know me and y/n are dating but that doesn't mean compare us to Shrek couples!"
"I thought Thanos was your true love?"
"He-He is! Oh my God, stop being so desperate, y/n. ugh"
once he got invited to the Dream SMP, you were all ears and proudly taught him how to play Minecraft
you made his alt skin with the tuxedo, which he didn't wear often, but used in lore some time later
youd often help him with lore ideas
he also got you invited into the SMP where he introduced you to some of his new friends
you knew schlatt and some others, but most of these people were new and it was nice meeting all of them
the fiances are established and then you and quackity are already a think and you also like karl, which creates a weird love rectangle with an open end because you and sapnap are sharing the other two 💀
lore goes fuckin crazy with that
while Karl's off making Kinoko Kingdom and Quackity's running Las Nevadas, you're building El Tropicana, off in the far away jungle biome
Alex would usually stream and translate Mexican soap operas, which you joined in for sometimes
you'd give the characters different voices and twist their words up a bit to make it more entertaining for chat
the amount of drug talk that went into that was wild
also the amount of queer kids bullied in those schools?? yikes on bikes
also the one with that girl who got in trouble for kissing a boy on the playground or whatever that was?? Jesus christ man
youd both act put the scenes on occasion and use Tiger as whatever kid was being yelled at if she was in the room with you
taking a break halfway through stream for him to play guitar and for you to karaoke to fuckin Bo Burnham
also making fake joints out of paper he had laying around and "lighting them up" aka setting paper on fire next to a PC and your faces
Jackbox streams with the Feral Boys until 3am>>>
Paranormal Activity in the middle of the night went so fucking crazy
teaching Bad how to play GTA is your favorite memory with those two
playing horror games and watching him play horror games with Karl while he visited him
how dare he leave you all alone (you couldn't go because you had a busy schedule)
your chats shipping the hell out of you and your dsmp characters
hella fanart and fanfictions man
try not to laugh streams where you always ended up laughing before the ten minute mark because of him
he purposefully does shit to make you laugh
reading fanfiction on stream was a regular activity especially for y/s/n
youd rank the book on a scale from one to ten and how accurate to real life they were
"nahhhh that one doesn't have enough Thanos, two out of ten"
"yknow what... were gonna have our own tier lists... okay?"
"damnit... does this mean I'm not getting laid later?"
"what"
promoting the quackityhq merch religiously
also stealing whichever beanie he wasn't wearing, either the LAFD one or the plain black and blue one
him tying you to a chair and forcing you to laugh was a common stream plot
tweets that were either very inconspicuous about drugs, very sexual, or very old married couple vibes
youd both be frequently trending on twitter
hot wings or dare streams with Bad >>>>
playing girls go games and hoping you wouldn't give his PC a virus
sitting in the inflatable pool fully clothed, playing with children's bath toys
he'd for sure be the type to fall for his best friend
whether it be all the way back then or just now, he could go forever without feeling any feelings but one day they'll show up and the nervousness begins
he'd lend you a hoodie if you were cold in his room and he just straight up begs you to keep it
lots of just staring at you while chat ships you, like genuinley just zones out on your pretty face
would probably doubt his feelings at first and talk to his mom about it and she's like "boy you have a crush. Go ask them the hell out, you're a handsome young man, I'm pretty sure they like you too"
"mOooOooOoOoM"
genuinley spoils you with no good reason and after a while you just accept it
he starts sending good morning and good night texts
he'll repost (or reblog) (he has a secret tumblr) fanart of you two, especially if it's shipart
will constantly send you clips of movie characters making out or kissing and say "this should be us"
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cluescorner · 8 months
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Little Bits I got from the hangout (Spoilers for Kaeya’s Hangout)
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Things in parentheses are my own thoughts rather than canon stuff. 
- Kaeya is a very kind person at his core. Both to those he loves and total strangers. 
- So many people love Kaeya. From the staff at the Winery to the KoF to the citizenry of Mond to mild acquaintances to total strangers, Kaeya is truly loved by those around him. 
- The KoF are all co-parenting Klee together, though they disagree a bit on exactly HOW to parent her. 
- Kaeya is a great schemer but he TERRIBLE at coming up with fake names (Albert Rich...really?)
- Kaeya was a very shy child while Diluc was rambunctious. Diluc would get them into trouble and Kaeya would go along with whatever Diluc wanted. (I hope that we get a bit more of their dynamic when they were younger explored and that we see more of what Diluc did to be a good brother to Kaeya)
- The entire winery loves Kaeya. Not just Adelinde, not just Adelinde and Elzer. Everyone. They watched him grow up into the man he is today and they consider him a member of the family. 
- Adelinde has covered for Diluc and Kaeya’s antics in the past. (probably why she’s so adept at covering for Diluc’s darknight hero stuff.)
- Tunner knew that something bothered young Kaeya, that there was some sort of deep-rooted issue that it’s implied Kaeya never talked to them about. (If Tunner knew, it is very likely that others at the Winery knew that this kid had TRAUMA. My guess is that at some point somebody brought it up to Crepus, who had noticed something similar, and he then asked Kaeya about it. Whether Kaeya confessed at that point...IDK)
- Klee is the cutest thing to ever exist and she loves Kaeya so much (that is not opinion, it is fact). 
- Kaeya sometimes forgets which lie he has told to a person before and uses it twice. Diluc WILL call him out on this, before inevitably capitulating to whatever Kaeya asks. (Standard older sibling behavior, you put up a fuss but ultimately you will do literally anything to make them happy. It’s why I think Diluc is the older of the two, even if Kaeya also has many older sibling traits). 
- Kaeya got sick fairly often as a child, but has grown up to be healthier. Adelinde took good care of him whenever that happened. (Chronically ill Kaeya truthers rise up! Also, he was probably sickly because of a few factors: not having the immune system for Mond’s diseases, probably living in the Abyss, probably having malnutrition, he was abandoned in the MIDDLE OF A STORM, and because winters in Mond are harsh).
- Adelinde knows exactly how Kaeya likes his food.
- Adelinde cares a lot about how maids are supposed to behave, but only on the surface level. If Kaeya can word something correctly, she’ll happily capitulate. 
- Kaeya knows a lot about the winery business. (Supports my personal headcanon that Kaeya was supposed to take over the Winery’s business after Crepus’s death, but then the fight happened). 
- Kaeya loves to act and would consider doing it full-time. He is also apparently very good at it (wow shocker. Boy who was raised as a child-spy and is constantly lying is good at acting.)
- While onstage, Kaeya is allergic to subtlety. (I love this. 10/10, throw off the shackles of destiny and toss a prop into the audience). 
- Kaeya doesn’t like to bask in the glory of the good things he does, sneaking out just as songwriting preparations are getting good (Kaeya is also fairly shy at his core, but the persona he’s formed won’t allow for that). 
- Kaeya is known to be thoughtful and is a good gift-giver. 
- Venti wholeheartedly accepts Kaeya as a child of Mondstadt, considers him a friend, and wants to see him throw off the shackles fate placed upon him. (I actually liked Venti a lot this hangout. We get to see him be silly but also wise, understand how he feels about the whole ‘worshipping Barbatos’ thing, and watch him encourage the creativity of others. Plus, imo this hangout basically confirms that Venti 100% knows about Kaeya’s predicament and more than anything wants to see that Kaeya is happy and cared for in Mondstadt). 
- (Kaeya at least suspects that Venti is Barbatos. The way the english VA acted things was a little too pointed to seem like genuine lack of knowledge about Venti’s identity.)
- Barbara cares about family the most, to the point that she will suggest that over even the worship of Barbatos himself (this is unsurprising, but also very sad considering how rarely she and Jean get to interact as sisters). 
- Diona will sing hymns about fish-related foods and Venti 100% supports singing about that over Barbatos (also unsurprising). 
- Diluc CAN AND WILL kill anyone who harasses his staff (somebody please draw fanart of Diluc fucking bumrushing poor Captain Wu to defend the maids, the image is simultaneously sweet and HILARIOUS). 
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blairrwaldorfs · 2 months
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Is It Over Now?
Joseph Quinn x Fem!Reader
Summary: Fake dating your flatmate, Joe, should be a simple thing. It meant you get to help get his ex back, and it meant you get to stop your parents' nagging about bringing someone home for once. But what happens when fake dating turns into something unexpected? Now, what?
Author's Note: Part 4! Bare with me I will be uploading my past short stories at the same time too! By the way, if you all want to be tagged in my fics, please let me know!
Disclaimer: 18+
Wordcount: 5.1K
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“So, when are you going to tell me that you’re dating your flatmate?” 
You choked on the waffle that you were shoving in your mouth as soon as Sara asked you that question. 
Now, wait a minute, how the hell did she know about that?!
You gazed up at her with wide eyes and mouth full like your deepest, darkest secret had just come to light. You swallowed the food that was in your mouth and chugged on your water. It wasn’t like thinking about kissing Joe for the last few weeks wasn’t bad enough. Now, Sara knew about this? 
Abby shook her head, chuckling. “Way to ease into the subject, babe.” 
“I thought you don’t have social media? How do you know about that?” You asked, brows all furrowed. 
“Abby has Instagram, and we saw the candid pictures.” 
God, this was embarrassing. 
A month and a half.
You were doing well keeping this embarrassing secret for a month and a half. You weren’t planning to tell Sara about this until you were ready but of course, the internet had to tell her first. You should have seen it coming. You were fake dating an actor after all, so why were you so surprised about it at the same time? It wasn’t like you didn’t see other people at the corner of the pubs that you two would go to and take pictures of you. Sara and Abby were bound to find out about it. 
It wasn’t like you enjoyed it. There were so many moments that you wanted to tell Abby and Sara every time you had brunch with them for the past month and a half, but it was too embarrassing and stupid. Not that they would judge you for doing this ridiculous agreement. It was you who was embarrassed. It was you who felt like an idiot every weekend.
“C’mon…” You would take Joe’s hand and drag him in the dark corner of the pub. “Is she looking?”
Joe would look over his shoulder, discreet enough where Ivy wouldn’t notice and look back at you, nodding his head. You would take his hand and slowly slide it on your bum before sliding it on your hips. Joe would grip your hips and pull you close and kiss you. Kiss you like he hasn’t kissed anyone like it before, and it would make your stomach turn in a good way. You would kiss him not like the way Ivy would, and he would give you that look. 
It had been weeks that you noticed that Joe would always give you that look after you kissed him. It was like Joe’s body freezes when you kiss him, and he gave you those doe eyed eyes of his. It bothered you to the core because not only you haven’t seen that look from any man you hooked up or dated before, but it made you feel good. It sent electricity down your body, and you hated it. You hated the fact that it made you feel like that. However, that wasn't going to force you to give in, so you continued to act like his kisses meant nothing every weekend. 
Which it didn’t because this was all pretend, right?
Then, there was that one weekend where you both went bar hopping around the city because apparently, Ivy was doing the same thing with her friends. After following her on the third bar of the night, you sort of noticed how Joe looked defeated. Ivy didn’t acknowledge him at all. He looked like he was just done. 
“So, where are we going next?” You asked him.
Joe’s eyes were laser focused on Ivy, and he didn’t even hear your question. You, on the other hand, were getting bored and tired from walking from bar to bar. You settled on your seat by the bar, and you ordered yourself a drink.
“I’ll be back.” Joe murmured and walked away from you before you could even say anything. 
You looked over your shoulder and watched Joe talk to Ivy, and they made their way out of the pub. You sat there all night, while Joe spent his time with her. Then, he did the same thing again a weekend after that. You didn’t say anything nor questioned him because even if you didn’t see him for most of the night, you knew what he was doing. Ivy’s friends would side eye and chuckle at you as if you were the most idiotic woman in the room. As if you didn’t know that your “boyfriend” was outside by the dark alley sticking his tongue down Ivy’s throat. 
Well, fuck them because they didn’t know shit. 
You sat there and ignored them and minded your own business because this was all an act, right? They didn’t know that you weren’t actually with Joe and that you weren’t actually an idiot. 
Well, maybe being an idiot was starting to be questionable.
They didn’t know the whole truth. You knew what was happening outside in that dark alley, and you just had to play your part, so all of this could be over soon. 
But how come it still made you feel like shit?
At the end of the night, Joe would come back inside with Ivy and would ask you if you wanted to go home. You would just nod your head, give him a smile as he wrapped his arm around your waist and pulled you close. Every time you would pass by Ivy, she would give you a look as if she knew something that you didn’t. As if she won. Unfortunately for her, you knew everything. 
That went on for another weekend, however, Joe had stopped a weekend after that. Ivy had also stopped giving him attention again. You didn’t exactly know what happened between them but as another two weekends went by, you sort of noticed how Joe stopped paying attention to her. She would be there, but he never looked at her anymore. It was starting to feel strange because what was the point of it all if Joe didn’t even try anymore? 
Then, last weekend came…
It became even more strange. 
“What do you think?” Joe asked you that morning, holding up an expensive long silver silk dress. 
You were comfortably laying on the sofa, watching TV in peace when Joe blocked your view and held that dress in front of you. 
“That doesn’t look like Ivy’s style.”
“Good because it’s not for her.” Joe handed it to you. “It’s for you.”
“Oh.”
Joe smiled, handing you the dress and the silver strappy heels that came with it. You got up from your position and stared at the dress for a moment and saw the tag that said “Dior” on it. 
“So, what is this for?” You asked. 
“I have to go to a Dior event, and Ivy is part of the event too.” Joe explained.
That all made sense now. 
You nodded your head and thanked Joe for the dress. It was the first one he bought for you after a month and a half of fake dating him. It was part of your agreement, but you sort of were still questioning the recent events lately. Why would he want—needed— you to come if he didn’t even make an effort with Ivy anymore? Was all of this over between them or were they just playing a game? 
And that goddamn look.
He needed to stop that! 
It was like every time he saw you, those chocolate button eyes would stare and not in a lustful way either. It was a different look that you couldn’t really explain. You had your hair done by a professional that night, making your long wavy brown hair fall nicely on your back, a nice silver pin on the side, giving you a slick fresh look. The silver silk dress hugged your curves nicely, and Joe stood there and stared at you the moment you walked into the event with him. The lights that flickered around the room made you sparkle even more, and it made Joe’s eyes sparkled towards you too. 
However, your eyes were somewhere else. You were there for the agreement, not something else. You found Ivy across the room and immediately slid your fingers to intertwine with Joe’s. To your surprise, Joe slid his hand away and wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you close to him and led you towards the bar to get some drinks.
For a while, you just stood there by the bar, drinking and scanning the room. Ivy was busy talking to different people, and Joe was doing the same thing. You were starting to feel a bit bored and lonely again. You didn’t know anyone in the room, and you sort of felt like you didn’t belong there. They were all in the same working industry, and you were just there. 
“Sorry.” Joe apologized, coming back to you half an hour later. “Do you mind if I introduce you to some people?”
You shrugged, not really knowing the answer to his question. Was this part of the plan too? Was he really introducing you to all his industry friends as his “girlfriend?” Was this going to make Ivy jealous? You didn’t bother saying anything as he led you towards the middle of the room. 
Throughout the night, Joe would take you around with him, introduce you to other people that were part of the event, introduce you to his industry friends and never left your side all night. Not once had he laid an eye on Ivy all night and suddenly, you didn’t know what your role was supposed to be anymore. 
“You look beautiful tonight.” Joe whispered to you as soon as his friends left to get some drinks. 
“Joe, you don’t have to pretend. Ivy isn’t even around us right now.” You murmured. 
“I’m not pretending.”
You stared at him, blinking your eyes and feeling the blood rushed to your cheeks. You never had anyone genuinely tell you that, and it felt strange for Joe to say that to you since he was supposed to be focusing on someone else. You didn’t know what to say, and he was giving you that look again. 
What the fuck was he doing? 
Joe gave you a small warm smile before his friends interrupted the both of you again. The rest of the night was spent talking with his friends and professional photographers taking pictures of the two of you. Joe would introduce you to everyone as his “girlfriend” and somehow, you didn’t know whether to feel good about it or feel uncomfortable because throughout the night, there were times where you would forget that you were actually acting. Everything was starting to surface naturally. 
 Did Joe forget too? 
Ivy left hours ago, and he still continued to pretend you were his girlfriend. You couldn’t argue because maybe it was part of it all, and you had one role and that was to just go with it and keep acting too. 
You couldn’t lie to yourself because you did have fun that night, and you actually met some new people at the party that had great conversations with you. You couldn’t deny that. 
But at the end of the night, you were ready to get your feet out of your heels because it was killing you slowly. By the time the two of you arrived back in your flat, you immediately sat on the sofa, unclasping the strap of the heels from your ankle and let out a sigh of relief. Your feet were all red, and you swore the skin at the back of your foot was peeling off. 
Joe chuckled softly, grabbing the heels from you and knelt down in front of you. For a moment, you just stared at him, trying to figure out what he was doing, then Joe wrapped his big hand around your ankle, setting your foot on his lap and started massaging it. 
“Joe.” You slid your foot away. “It’s dirty. No…”
Joe didn’t let you off this time. He set your foot back on his lap and said, “It’s fine. I’m the one who put you in those shoes, so let me do this. I at least owe you this.” 
You were about to pull your foot away again, but Joe’s soft hands had started working, and you couldn’t help but enjoy it. It made you feel so relaxed. It made your feet feel so much better. How did he learn how to be such a good masseuse? Because ohmygod, it felt really good. 
But then, you reminded yourself that this was crossing boundaries. Sure, you enjoyed tonight and Joe’s attention towards you but the act was over. You were back in your flat, and you didn’t have to pretend anymore. The thought of Joe touching and being sweet to you started making you cringe again. 
You cleared your throat and pulled your foot away, getting up from the sofa. 
“Thanks for tonight.” You said. “But I’m exhausted, so goodnight.”
“Goodnight.” Joe nodded his head, disappointment lingering in his eyes. 
That was it. 
That was how the night ended, and you were fine with it. That night, you both had crossed boundaries way too many times, and you kept wondering as to why Joe was fine with it because he was the one who wanted to get Ivy back, remember? So where was she now? Why was she not falling for this? Why was Joe okay with all of this all of a sudden? Why was he not complaining like before? 
“He’s falling for you.” Abby chuckled softly, snapping you back to reality. 
Your eyes widened at your friends, “What?! No.” 
No way!
No way Joe felt that way… right?
“Oh, yes he is. Tell her, babe.” Abby nudged Sara softly on her arm.
“Sara?” 
You snapped your head at Sara, raising your brows and looking at her with wide eyes. Sara opened her mouth but no words slipped out. You could see it all over her face that she was trying to find the right words to answer you. When she finally did, it wasn’t an answer to your question.
“Are you sure you want to keep this up?” She asked.
“What do you mean?” You knitted your brows. “I sort of have to because he’s coming with me to my mum’s birthday dinner tonight.”
You watched as Abby and Sara exchanged hesitant looks, and your mind started questioning if it really was worth continuing this because your gut feeling was starting to tell you it was starting to be something else. 
“We just don’t want you getting hurt.” Abby added. 
“I won’t.” You said that with too much confidence. “This is all just an act, remember? It’s not real.”
You watched as Sara took a sip of her tea and didn’t say anything for a whole minute, but you knew that look she was giving you. You have known Sara long enough that it was the “are you sure this was a good idea?” look. Like she knew this wasn’t going to end well if you kept this up. 
“Just… Just think about it.” Sara’s worried hazel eyes stared at you. 
Your little conversation with Sara and Abby got you overthinking again as you walked back to your flat. You had to continue this act tonight and this time, it would be at your parents’ house. It was the first time they would be meeting Joe, and you were dreading it because you knew how they both act around other people. They had no shame to fight nor say something brutal. 
“Are you alright?” Joe asked you as you both walked out of the flat that night. 
“Yeah,” You paused and turned to Joe as he opened the passenger door for you. “Listen, I just want to apologize in advance whatever my mum and dad will say to you. They tend to be brutal and have no filter.”
“Hey,” Joe set a hand on your arm to comfort you, but it made you wince from his touch. 
Even if Joe had touched you or kissed you many times, you still tend to be taken aback whenever the two of you weren’t pretending in front of everyone. You were still you. You still weren't affectionate nor liked it when someone touched you.
“Sorry.” Joe slid his hand away. 
He was also starting to get used to that part of you. 
“But don’t worry, okay?” Joe gave you a reassuring smile. “I’m going to make sure that your mum will stop annoying you about this.”
“Thanks.” You gave him a small smile before sliding yourself inside the car. 
On the way to your parents’ house, the car filled with comfortable silence but inside your mind, you were dreading to visit your parents. You promised yourself you wouldn’t come back until the big holidays, but your mum insisted on you coming back home for her birthday. You technically haven’t told them that you have a “boyfriend.” All you said on the phone was that you were bringing someone, so she wouldn’t be too surprised and scold you for not giving her a heads up that she needed to prepare an extra plate. 
You could literally feel your shoulders getting tensed again as Joe pulled up to the driveway. It started to drizzle the moment you stepped out of Joe’s car as you played with your fingers nervously. You and Joe walked up to the front door, and your mum must have heard the car pull up because she immediately swung the door open before you could even knock.
“Oh!” A big smile plastered on her face, her eyes only at Joe. “You didn’t tell me your guest was so handsome.”
“Mum, this is Joe.” You introduced them together, a frown slowly creeping up on your face.
“Happy Birthday.” Joe greeted her, handing her a gift bag. 
Where did that gift bag came from?
You were too occupied inside your mind that you didn’t even realize Joe had been holding it this whole time. You furrowed your brows at him, not expecting him to bring a gift to your mum but at the same time, you sort of felt touched. You couldn’t help but think about how Joe actually took time to pick out something for your mum. Someone he never even met before. He didn’t even have to do all of this since you both were just pretending, but he did. You saw how Joe was a gentleman towards her, and you could already tell your mum loved him. 
If only she knew the truth. 
It didn’t take long for the rest of the herd to arrive behind your mum as you introduced your dad and brother to Joe. Entering your house, your dad and brother immediately dragged Joe in the living room as your mum asked you to help her out in the kitchen. 
“Happy Birthday, mum.” You gave her a kiss on the cheek and handed her your gift.
“Thanks, darling.” She smiled. “You didn’t have to get me anything. I told you to save your money.”
“It’s nothing. It’s just something small.” You shrugged.
You watched as your mum’s eyes shifted towards Joe in the living room and then back at you. “Is that… Joe? Your flatmate?”
You nodded your head, ready for her to start listing all the things that were wrong about dating your flatmate even if she had suggested it to you in the first place. 
“I’m glad you finally listened.” She looked down at the salad she was making, pouring the dressing on it. “It seems like he’s handsome and has a good career.”
“He’s an actor.” You answered.
“Oh?” Your mum looked up to you, her brow raised and her eyes widened. “Anything I have seen him in?”
You shrugged. “Probably not.” 
The both of you were interrupted by the laughter that erupted from the living room. You saw how the three men enjoyed their conversation together as they watched sports on the television. You noticed how Joe was trying his best to impress your dad and brother. You wonder if all of this was still an act because the more you watched them, the more you could see the real Joe surfacing in all of their conversations. It was the Joe you knew before this whole thing happened. The Joe you would spend Saturday nights with, watching movies and eating pizza.
When the five of you sat down for dinner later that night, you quietly sat and ate your food as they all talked about sports, and your brother asking Joe about interesting things that happens on set whenever he films. Every single question that your family asked him, they seemed to be impressed by every answer that Joe would give. 
Maybe Joe was right.
He really was going to put on a hell of a show for them. 
Although, as minutes passed, you started to feel guilty for lying in front of your family. Were you that desperate for them to feel proud of you that you had this whole thing set up? That you actually brought a fake boyfriend for them to meet, so they could leave you alone for once? It made you feel sick to your stomach, and you just wanted the dinner to be over. You just wanted the whole night to be over. 
“You know you are the first man that she brought home.” Your mum mentioned to Joe, making you glare at her.
“Mum.” You uttered. 
“I’ve always told her to stop being so stiff and go out there and find someone.” Your mum continued. “All she cares about is her career.”
Joe watched as you slowly slid down your seat. A small smile tugged on his face as he set a hand over yours under the table. 
“There’s nothing wrong with that.” Joe replied. “I think it’s amazing that she could go out there every day and be in front of hazardous chemicals for experiments, so that the world could have a cure for certain diseases.”
Your eyes slowly shifted at Joe as he continued to compliment you, his hand squeezing yours gently. This time, you didn’t cringe nor wince over his touch. He was genuine at every word that he was saying. Every compliment he would say, it made your brother smile at you, and it made your mum finally shut her mouth. 
“I think she could do both, especially since she’s almost 30.” Your mum finally found another excuse after a few minutes. 
You bit your lower lip and ate your salad and didn’t bother talking for the rest of the night. Joe could see how tense you were and even holding your hand, he could feel your freezing cold hands shaking. As your dad and brother continued to make conversations with Joe in the living room after dinner, you made your way upstairs to your room to get some peace and quiet for a moment. 
Looking out the window, the rain started pouring hard outside as you watched the raindrops slide down the glass window. You looked around your room and thought about all the memories you had in here as a child and a teenager. Most of them were bad and some were good too. Your fingers brushed the wooden white vanity that sat in the corner of your room. Picture frames of your childhood friends that you haven’t seen in a long time since they were all out of the country now. Then, your eyes caught on the snowglobe that was sitting on top of your bookshelf. You stood on your tiptoes, grabbing it from the top shelf and smiled as you stared at it, wiping off the dust that collected over it. 
You remembered you would hide in your bedroom most of the time to avoid hearing the argument that your parents would have downstairs. You would put on your headphones, lay on your bed and stare at the ceiling. It almost became like a safe place for you to hide out from everyone in the world. You let out a sigh as you sat at the edge of your bed and looked out the window and thought about how your life would be if you weren’t so terrified at everything. If you weren’t so anxious about coming home all the time. You wondered how your childhood and teenage years would have been if your parents didn’t fight all the time.
“Knock. Knock.”
Your thoughts were interrupted as Joe stood by the doorway, knocking on the open door. 
“May I come in?” He asked.
This wasn’t your own personal space anymore. This was your personal space when you were a teenager, but she was a totally different person from who you were now. This was just a room full of memories and untouched things that were collecting dust over the years. 
“Sure.” You murmured. 
Joe sat next to you and looked down at the snowglobe that you were holding.
“Something special?” He asked, nodding his head in the direction of the snowglobe.
“Yeah,” You smiled slightly. “It was my favorite.”
You held up the snowglobe with a small blue penguin standing outside a cabin and when you shook it, snow filled the globe, and it sparkled. 
“I always thought how lucky the penguin was because it looked so peaceful in there.” You added. 
“Yeah,” Joe shrugged. “But it could be lonely too.”
Joe watched you shake the snowglobe again and part of him knew that you were comparing yourself with the penguin. How you wished you had a peaceful home life. He saw how much your mum judged you tonight and that was just during dinner. He couldn't imagine having to deal with that your whole life.
Your sudden winces from his touch, and your rules for boundaries made all sense in his head now. Everything about this house made you who you were today, and he wished he could help you heal from it, but Joe knew that you liked your distance. You liked keeping an arm’s length when it came to certain people in your life.
He couldn’t blame you. He has seen all the reasons why tonight. 
“I swear to God! You cannot do anything right around here!” Your mum yelled from downstairs. “What a great fucking birthday, innit?!”
You and Joe immediately shifted your attention towards the doorway. Your mum’s voice echoed from down the hall as your dad’s deep voice rattled the whole house.
“You know what, if you could handle it yourself, then fine! Don’t ask me for help next time!”
“That’s actually fucking great! You’re fucking useless most of the time anyway!” Your mum barked.
You couldn’t believe that they were actually fighting right now as if they didn’t have a guest inside their own home. They literally have no shame or respect at all. You got up from your bed and quickly closed the door, hanging your head low from embarrassment.
“I’m so sorry–”
You gasped softly the moment you turned around and saw Joe standing in front of you. You didn’t even finish your sentence as he looked at you with apologetic eyes and immediately pulled you in his arms. You didn’t know what to do. You stood there frozen as Joe held you and comforted you. Your body was tense due to all the anxiety that was washing over you right now. 
You never had anyone do something like this to you before. Not even your parents. If you weren’t so preoccupied by the fact that you felt so embarrassed, anxious, and stressed about your parents, you would have pushed Joe away from you. 
No one got to hold you like this. 
No one should hold you like this. 
This was not right, especially that it was Joe. But somehow, his arms slowly made your body relax, and your arms gently wrapped around his torso as you buried your face in his chest.
“It’s okay.” Joe cooed, his voice all soft. “Just let it out.” 
You kept telling yourself that you were being over dramatic as tears silently rolled down your cheeks. Both of you were silent. The only thing that you could hear was the pitter patter of the rain on the glass window as you quietly cried on his chest. Joe softly rubbed your back until you had let out every single frustration and anger. He was patient. He waited until you were okay and was ready to let go from his embrace. 
Joe planted a soft kiss in your hair and that made you sob even more. 
God, you were so pathetic.
You couldn’t even hold yourself together in front of him. The moment you finally let go of his arms, Joe looked down at you, dipping in his chin to find your eyes that were now bloodshot red. Your lips were trembling as you sniffled and used the end of your jumper sleeve to wipe your nose.
“Hey, it’s okay.” His soft voice murmured, wiping your tears away with his thumbs.
“I… I’m sorry. I didn’t mean–”
“No,” Joe shook his head, cupping your face with his hands. “Don’t you dare apologize for letting out your emotions.”
You nodded your head and let out a deep breath, giving him a small thank you smile. After a few minutes of gatheringg yourself together, the both of you decided to start making your way back to London. You needed to get away from there. 
You had enough of everyone. 
“Hey,” Joe gently held your hand that night when you both arrived in your flat.
He stopped you halfway towards your bedroom and immediately slid his hand away from yours, knowing exactly how much you hated it when someone touched you.
But tonight was an exception, right? 
You didn’t think you actually needed someone to hold you like that until Joe did without you asking for it. It still surprised you, but it made you feel safe and understood.
“Are you sure you’re okay?” Joe asked.
You nodded your head, a small reassuring smile tugging on your lips. “I’m fine. Thank you for tonight. It seems like our plan worked.”
Joe didn’t care about the plan though. He only cared about you. 
He only cared if you were okay. 
“Of course.” Joe smiled. “Goodnight.”
“Goodnight.”
And just like that, Joe watched you walk inside your room and closed the door behind you. The same way how most of his nights end lately. His mind wondered if tonight something has shifted between the two of you. 
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