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ponderingmoonlight · 7 months

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I LOVED the jjk men sharing a bed! How would they react if their confident s/o suddenly turned shy because of this compliment? Bonus points if they (jjk men) don't express their love verbally much and also a little shy. So, how about Yuuta, Geto and Megumi? If you write more, can you also maybe add Gojo? Thank you so much!

Please forgive me for not adding Gojo, the Megumi part just escalated too quickly and since I'm having a little bit of a Gojo addiction, one fanfic without him won't hurt 🤍 Let me know what you think!

JJK men turning the usual confident reader shy

Pairings: Yuta x reader; Geto x reader; Megumi x reader (fem is mentioned)

Warnings: tw for Megumi's part regarding body image (contains insults), reader doubts herself

Yuta Okkotsu

You look absolutely neck breaking gorgeous in your summer dress, body hugged in just the right spots. How is this the first time Yuta has ever seen you in something apart from your uniform? Unbelievable, how unacceptable.

“Hey Yuta! Do you even recognize me?”

Your sweet voice rings through his head while you wave at him with your breathtaking smile plastered on your face. Oh, he is definitely recognizing you.

He can feel his face heat up immediately as you start walking towards him, your partially exposed legs moving so elegant that he can feel his knees go weak. Of course he was always very aware of the fact that you are a striking beautiful person, but that summer dress does things to him he can’t quite comprehend.

“Pretty unusual to see me in something else than that uniform, huh? I thought that a change of scenery doesn’t hurt and it’s my day off”, you explain briefly with your firm but tender voice.

Pure confidence is dripping from your features, it’s like you know that the world belongs to you. Well, his world does in fact. And at the moment it feels like this world spins a thousand times faster than usual.

“You look like an angel.”

The second the words slip out of his tongue, he knows that he’s fucked. Yuta never complimented you, always admired you in silence. Why did this stupid words leave his mouth? You must think he’s a freak, that he’s a disgusting pervert-

“W-what?”, you stutter.

His eyes dart towards you in surprise. There you stand, completely flustered with your cheeks redden and eyes widen in a way Yuta has never seen before. Your usual composed facial features are completely screwed up, your hand covers your mouth in a desperate attempt to hide your…embarrassment.

Are you actually shy because he complimented you?

“I’m so sorry, (y/n)! I didn’t mean to irritate you”, he babbles out.

Oh, he screwed up. You’ll probably never talk to him again, he ruined not only your friendship, but made you feel uncomfortable too. But you are so precious, how was he supposed to contain himself when you come here on this lovely summer day, looking absolutely stunning in that dress?

“I…It’s just…I guess no one ever said something so genuinely nice to me”, you mutter.

You know by the glitter of purity in his wide-open orbs that Yuta truly meant what he said. But that something so nice would come out his mouth…Of course this wasn’t the first compliment you ever got, but oh how sweet it was. Not only was his lovelier than any before, but it came from him.

Yuta. The boy you’ve been admiring since he joined Jujutsu High. The boy you’ve always thought saw nothing but an ordinary girl in you.

“That’s a shame. Honestly, I thing you are one of the prettiest girls I’ve ever seen. Not only externally, but everything about you.”

“Stop”, you hush, hiding your face behind your hands while grinning like an idiot.

Suddenly, you feel as insecure as never before, completely thrown off track by his words. It is a little ridiculous to be honest. After all, Yuta is a nice boy and his words were simple. But you can’t remember a single time he ever complimented your looks. Basically everyone else did, whether Gojo, Panda or even Megumi. But Yuta…hearing those sweet words from Yuta’s mouth is something completely different and forces even your confident walls down.

“I’m so sorry if I made you feel bad”, Yuta apologizes.

“Feel bad? I think I never felt so good in my whole life. You are just so…sweet. Thank you.”

Your words catch him off guard and make his very own cheeks redden in an instant. You just called him sweet. (y/n), the girl he always turns his head for, the girl that lingers through his mind all day, just called him sweet.

“Uh…Thank you, (y/n)”, he mutters, heart almost beating out of his chest.

“Hey, would you mind to…To grab something to eat with me?”, you questions shyly while mindlessly tucking a strand of behind your ear.

“Yeah…sure! Let’s go!”

What an absolutely stunning way to start a day. With a new summer dress, a compliment of none other than Yuta and him by your side.

Suguru Geto

He can’t help but stare at you while you tear apart your teacher with nothing but logical arguments. It is threatening and scary to be honest, the way you carry yourself with so much pride and wisdom in your eyes. But Geto is just so mesmerized by the way your beautiful mouth works wonders, leaving everyone in the room in complete silence – even Satoru.

“You’re absolutely annoying, (y/n). But fine. We’ll do it your way, then. Now get off my sight”, Masamichi Yaga hums, rubbing his temples in complete annoyance.

With a curt bow you leave the classroom, a relieved smile plastered on your features. He doesn’t know what got into him, but the second your hair waves a last goodbye, he stands up and follows you down the hallway.

“Hey, (y/n)!”

“Oh, Geto, how nice to see you! Are you doing well? I heard your last mission was quite difficult to handle.”

There you stand with your piercing gaze darted towards him, gun of a mouth draped into a gentle smile. God, why do you have to be so gorgeous? Why is it so hard for him to keep his composure whenever you’re around? You’re just so damn strong, confidence dripping from every pore of your skilled self. Geto admired you the second you joined Jujutsu High, the first time you outsmarted Satoru and your words of wisdom that helped all of them through tough missions over and over. While he doesn’t consider himself an introvert, your presence always made his knees go weak, heart beating out of his chest. Geto tried to stay professional, to ignore the stinging presence of your striking looks and brain, but today…Today he can’t contain himself anymore.

“You’re really making a difference, (y/n). You know that?”

Your heart stops for a second, eyes widen in disbelief. You are known for your arguments and tactical skills, but Geto’s words… His oh so sweet words repeat themselves over and over again in your head. Someone might think you heard praises on a daily basis, whenever about your looks or your brain. But no. Nobody has actually told you that you matter, than your impact is really making a difference. Especially hearing this from Geto’s mouth, who’s an outstanding jujutsu sorcerer and never really complimented you in any way makes your heart drop.

“Do you…really mean it?”

Why is your voice suddenly so quiet and fragile? And why the hell are tears starting to sting in your eyes? You never cry, after all weeping doesn’t solve any problems. But his words aren’t just a random compliment, they touched your soul and filled you with love.

“Of course I mean it…I should have told you way sooner, but I really admire you. I don’t want to imagine where we would be without you…Where I would be without you. I just thought that you should know that…”

And there it is, his signature smile. The smile that could end wars with how welcoming it is.

“I didn’t know that I needed to hear something like this”, you mutter while whipping your now falling tears away with your sleeve.

Geto stops in his tracks, arms embracing you in a tight hug before he is able to stop himself.

“Don’t cry because of a simple compliment that was long overdue. I should have told you that way sooner. To be exact, every one of us should do that”, he whispers softly.

“Thank you Geto. I will always think of you when I’m doubting myself”, you sniffle, avoiding his gaze at any cost.

God, how embarrassing. But what a sweet moment this is at the same time. After all, Geto doesn’t compliment and hold you in his arms on a regular basis.

Megumi Fushiguro

It was never your style to cry about anything or anyone. But his words. His cruel words repeat themselves over and over inside your head.

I always thought you’re a little ugly anyway.

Maybe lose some weight before you talk to me again.

C’mon (y/n), she’s just prettier than you.

You should have known better. You should have known that your now ex-boyfriend means nothing but trouble, that he was never really in love and spit his venomous words exclusively to hit you where it hurts.

But that doesn’t change the fact that you’re sitting on the stairs on this lovely summer day while crying your eyes out. Maybe you really aren’t good enough. Your nose is too big, your eyes are too small, your face is a little too round to be lovely. And your body. God, at the moment you truly hate the way your own frame looks.

“Hey, didn’t expect to see you here, (y/n).”

Your body tenses up immediately while you try to wipe away your falling tears, hiding your face in sheer embarrassment. No, what on earth is Megumi Fushiguro doing here right now? You definitely don’t want him to see you cry, to admit that your ex was trash like he always said.

“Are you alright?”

His nearing footsteps vibrate through the stairs, making you fall into panic mode in an instant. No, please. You really want to be alone right now, you-

“Hey, what happened?”, his soft voice questions.

His long legs come to a stand to your left.

“None of your business, Fushiguro. I’m not in the mood to get picked at by you”, you mumble.

The second he sits down next to you, you immediately turn your body away from him. No way in hell is he seeing you cry today.

“To get picked at by me? You should know me better, (y/n). I can see clearly that you aren’t fine”, he responses, his tone showing his disappointment without a glimpse in his dark blue orbs.

Your eyes begin to water again at the sound of his voice.

“It seems like all I am is a disappointment these days I guess.”

He shifts his weight beside you, body drawing closer to yours. You are such a confident and outgoing person, it doesn’t suit you at all to sit on the stairs and cry. Something that really hurt must have happened. His features darken, hands balling into fists. Oh, he knows exactly what has happened.

“Did he say that, (y/n)? Did your boyfriend say such things to you?”

Megumi really tries to stay calm, to let his voice sound soft and unbothered, but he really wants to punch this jerk right now. It seems like he never really understood what a breathtaking gorgeous girl you are, that you could do so much better than this.

“He isn’t my boyfriend anymore”, you reply, your voice more bitter than you actually feel about that fact.

The relationship’s end isn’t what makes you feel this way. After all, you always knew that this was in no was a forever thing, that it was more like a pastime. But his cruel words simply leave you completely shattered, your heart scarred so deep that you can’t ignore it.

“I’m sorry to hear that.”

You snort while side-eyeing Megumi.

“Sorry? Don’t be ridiculous. You never missed a chance to pick on me about him”, you comment dryly.

Oh, if you only knew. Megumi would never admit it, but he simply hated the idea of you having a boyfriend like him – a boyfriend who doesn’t treat you the way you deserve it when he could. Megumi would give you the world, he would carry you on his hands through every highs and lows.

But he would never admit that to you. Instead, he makes stupid comments about every little thing you do in a frantic attempt to keep himself together. Because if you ever catch a glimpse of his true feelings towards you, you’d probably never talk to him again.

“Might be true, but you’re feeling bad already.”

Not this time though. Not when you’re sitting next to him while being a complete mess, not when your puffy cheeks are proof enough than you sat here and cries for a while.

“You boys just never fail to hurt me I guess.”

“I would never hurt you”, he responses immediately, tongue faster than his mind.

Slowly, you turn your body to face him and his heart drops. You look nothing like yourself anymore, heartbroken in every way. What the hell happened?

“I couldn’t care less about the fact that he ended things. But I just feel like it was my fault partially. I guess I wasn’t attractive enough for him”, you mumble through your veil of tears.

Megumi can’t help but stare at you in disbelief. Did you really just say that? Did that jerk make you believe that you aren’t beautiful, that you aren’t worth his puny self? How ridiculous to even think that.

But he can tell by the hurt in your eyes that it must be true. Thick anger begins to rise inside Megumi.

“Did he say that, (y/n)? Did he say anything that implied that you’re not good looking?”, he asks with empty voice.

You cleverly avoid his gaze as you nod carefully. Megumi’s world stops for a moment. It’s so ridiculous, so unbelievable wrong for him that someone called the most beautiful human being on earth anything less than that.

“You have to be kidding, right? Because all I’m seeing is that you’re absolutely stunning. I could watch you for a lifetime, (y/n). You are so breathtaking that it hurts, everyone turns their heads after you. Don’t get me started on the way you are probably the only one that looks good in ratty pajamas, your stunning hair, well-formed hips or breathtaking eyes. For real, I’m convinced that all love songs have to be about you. Don’t let a jerk like him bring you down, don’t you dare to believe a single word of the bullshit he said, you heard me?”

He breathes heavy while all you can do is stare at him. No more tears fall from your cheeks, no more sniffles are heard. No, complete silence hangs between the two of you while Megumi immediately regrets his words. Maybe he took it too far, you must think that he’s a total freak for saying such things.

“Is this…really how you feel about me?”, you softly ask, your arms crossed in front of your chest.

Fuck, your body immediately slips away a few inches, your hands feverishly playing with your hair. But something about your face changes. Is this a slight blush creeping up your puffy cheeks? And it almost looks like a small smile is forming on your delicate lips.

“I always felt that way about you, (y/n). Don’t think I’d made things up just to make you feel better”, he mutters while scratching his head.

“Oh”, you simply blur out while swallowing heavy.

Why the hell is he always acting this dumb when it comes to you? Megumi should know better, he is very aware of the fact that you and him will never be a thing, that he simply isn’t in your league. But now he probably ruined your friendship too.

Suddenly, your arms grip his tightly while you press your face against his shoulder. His heart drops into his pants, eyes wide open at this outburst. The two of you didn’t even share a hug until now.

“Thank you, Megumi. Your words mean the world to me”, you cry out, grabbing his arms even tighter than before.

Is he allowed to…touch you? Carefully, he places his hand on your back and begins to rub it in small circles.

“And you mean the world to me”, he speaks out, more to himself than to you.

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starriluvs · 1 year

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Hate me not ———————

Ao’nung x Reader Prompt: Oblivious Ao’nung who has a soft spot and a subtle reader, need i say more. A/N: Sorry this one’s short, been having writer’s block</3 ————————

Since arriving in the Met’Kayina clan, you had felt nothing but exhaustion, physically and mentally.

Between learning new customs and ways, and having to deal with the headache that was Ao’nung, you found that you desired nothing more than sleep.

You found temporary solace in the water, floating amongst the ocean with your arms stretched out.

‘Come on Ao’nung, can’t we take a short break?’ You called out drearily to the boy. Though you didn’t see, he rolled his eyes in response.

He had been misfortunate enough to be assigned the task of personally teaching you.

For reasons unbeknownst to him, you were his least favourite of the Sully siblings. He had tried to tease you constantly- more so than he had to the rest of your family. Yet, you’d never given him face.

Once, he’d called both you and your sister freaks. You’d simply thanked him with a smile for seeing them as unique, before proceeding to show off your forest-suited features. He’d only deadpanned at you before stomping off as he grumbled.

Another time, Ao’nung had called you an ugly four fingered freak in-front of your friends. Tsireya had jumped to defend you, but you’d waved her off with a relaxed grin.

You were delighted to mention how he had been lying- courtesy of the violet tinge on his ears when he’d spoken of you. You’d shot him a smug smirk as you caught him blue-handed. He’d huffed before muttering a ‘whatever’ to himself.

In conclusion, nothing he did roused you in the slightest. He’d always chased for opportunities to see you, so he could take the chance to rile you up.

You never took offence to what he said, always deflecting quickly to flip the situation around. It was irritating.

As was your whole being.

Your slim frame that had caused you trouble in the water at first, and so he’d had to guide you by force, with a hand wrapped firmly around your arm.

Your amber eyes that always shone with vivid emotion. Ao’nung had always found it hard to fully meet your gaze.

Your voice that was so full of life. It was grating to hear your voice, especially when he felt his heartbeat quicken at the sound of it.

The boy didn’t know what was so special about you. Why his body reacted the way it did when he was around you.

——-

Shaking his head, he brought himself back to the present. The boy watched as you mindlessly floated amongst the waves, looking as though you didn’t have a care in the world. You looked so relaxed, at peace even.

He was about to tell you to continue your ilu riding, but at the relaxed expression on your face, the boy felt a slight twinge in his heart. As though he were the bad guy, when you rightfully should be practicing.

He mentally cursed his body for feeling such weakness- because of you, at that.

Ao’nung sighed drearily, running a dampened palm across his face. ‘Fine.’ He called out, voice grating against his throat at the hesitation.

He didn’t know why he let you continue floating like an idiot. He only knew that if he didn’t, his heart would’ve felt burdened at disturbing you.

You responded to his sentiment with a small, closed-eye smile. ‘Thanks, Nung.’

Ao’nungs heart lurched at the nickname. He really didn’t understand you.

A serene silence washed over the two of you. You continued your mission to stay afloat, as Ao’nung sat mildly annoyed on your ilu.

The boy stared at your form, wondering how you could benefit from looking so ridiculous.

‘You do realise that you look like an absolute idiot right now. What are you even doing anyway?’ The boy inquired, eyes narrowed in annoyed confusion.

‘I’m relaxing.’ You spoke with a satisfied sigh. ‘After the hectic nature of the past few weeks, I’ve been meaning to destress myself.’

‘You should try it too, y’know? Considering how grumpy you are all the time, it’d do you some good to just relax.’ Your voice called out clear to him.

The boy scowled in response. ‘I don’t want to look like an idiot, you skxawng.’

‘Come on, Ao’nung. Please?’ You dragged out the word to try and convince him.

Ao’nung stared at you for a moment longer than necessary, contemplating life choices.

Eventually, he gave in. He didn’t exactly have much to do anyway.

The sounds of splashing could be heard as Ao’nung swam his way through the water to you. A loud sigh released as he began to float.

‘See, it’s not so bad, is it?’ You coaxed. The boy only let a muffled grumble to let you know he was listening.

Opening your eyes, you swam slightly closer to him. You began to splash your hand in the water slightly as you spoke. ‘Here, Nung. Hold my hand so you can feel my heartbeat.’ You offered, hoping to reciprocate the skills you’d learned from him.

He stared hesitantly, wondering whether you were joking.

‘If you feel my relaxed heartbeat, maybe you’ll be able to do the same.’

Once more, the boy gave in, hesitantly taking hold of your wrist. He felt as though he physically could not say no to you. Curse you for making him feel obliged to go along with your strange ideas.

‘Now, just breathe in, and then breathe out. Let go of your worries, and watch as you start to feel lighter.’ You advised gently, smiling at the soft grip the boy held on your wrist.

Opening your eyes once more, you turned your head to watch as he did what was instructed. Surprisingly so without complaints.

You sank back into the water, embracing the ocean in silence. The two of you stayed in that position for a few moments, overlapping of the waves filling in the silence.

Just as you were appreciating the moment however, Ao’nung unsurprisingly had to ruin the moment.

‘I hate you, you know.’

And you both knew no greater lie could be told.

‘If you did, you wouldn’t be holding my hand now, would you?’

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igotanidea · 10 months

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Let's fuck up the friendship : J.T x fem!reader

how cute is that picture? UwU

request by @parkjammys (once again, thank you for making my day by posting pics of Outlaws!Jason today)

based on the prompt: "sometimes i look at people and think.. really? that’s the sperm that won?” With best friend Jason feeling really jealous seeing his best friend that he has a major crush on, talk to some guy (guy is Kyle Rayner) and he's mumbling "he's not even her type"

***

„Why is he here again?” Jason scoffed, carefully observing his best friend Y/N, talking to that stupid prick of a green lantern, Kyle Rayner.

“Dunno.” Dick, still in his Nightwing suit shrugged casually, while stuffing his mouth with cereals ‘probably something to do with the newest mission on Earth or something like that.”

“It doesn’t bother you at all?” Jason hissed, involuntarily clenching his fist. “that he just drops by whenever he wants?”

“No, not really.” Dick swallowed particularly huge piece of his meal and focused on his brother’s face. “does it bother you?”

It wasn’t a secret that Jason and Kyle weren’t exactly friends, but the former never reacted with such…. intensity. All right, most of the times the green lantern showed himself around Jason was throwing offences left and right, showing his teeth and acting like he was marking territory. Kyle, however did exactly the same thing. It was sort of tradition at this point. But all that teasing, fake fighting and extreme emotions never escalated so quickly to the point where Jason was all red (and not because of the helmet or the gear), grinding his teeth and subconsciously reaching for his gun while his eyes were fixed on one place in space. Or rather, one person.

Y/N.

She was talking to Kyle, laughing at whatever he just said, her eyes sparkling, looking happy like never before. And what was even worse she just hit his chest playfully. SHE TOUCHED HIM for fuck’s sake and that fucker really seemed to enjoy that. On the other side, Jay did not like it at all. How could he? He had a massive crush on her since he could remember and yet, despite all his cool demeanor, harsh behavior and bad boy outlook, he was too self-conscious to ever confront her about it. Stupid, longing idiot, afraid of his own feelings. To tell the truth, he himself wasn’t sure if he was more afraid of the possibility of her pushing him away or rather the fact that by some miracle she might want him. He was not good in relationships, any of them, and that made his mind create crazy scenarios in which she was hurt or killed or sad or crying because of him.

But sure as hell he was not going to let Rayner get to her first!

She was just …. something different.

The girl who knew what she wanted and wouldn’t settle for anything else. The girl who would stand by you, listening to every rant and problem you may have, but also the one who would turn and run the second she got vulnerable. It was so damn hard, to get her to open up, since on 9 out of 10 cases she would just jump into helping someone else or dig into work.

And she was his best friend.

What kind of fool falls for his best friend?

It was stupid and childish and naïve and yet, all he wanted and needed was to just approach her that very second, interrupt her happy conversation and use one sentence that would either make her hate him and disappear for good or get them both to a whole new level of relationship.

“Let’s fuck up the friendship.” God, how he wished he had the guts to just get it out of his system.

Instead he settled on watching her from the distance, not rushing to make a fool out of himself in front of both Dickhead and that freaking Rayner.

“Jace?” Dick interrupted his train of thought, smirking under his nose.

“What?!”

“Is this about her?”

“What? NO. Fuck no. She’s just my friend. My best friend.”

“Yeah, right, friends don’t look at friends that way.”

“Whatever!” Jason scoffed and crossed his arms over his chest sulking for a moment and sighing deeply. ‘I hate the way she’s smiling at him.” He mumbled “and she’s not even trying to hide it….” He pouted like a completely immature 5 year old.

“She’s an astrophysicist, Jason.” Dick patted his arm reassuringly “ You can’t blame her for being enthralled by all that crazy space-shit stuff he’s saying.”

“I don’t blame her.” Jason hissed “I blame him, you know? Do you ever just look at people and think: really? That’s the sperm that won?”

“No…..” Dick made a face in confusion. Damn it, if that were the thoughts coming into Jason’s mindthan it really was bad.

“Well, I do. And he’s the living proof of that.”

“Jason…..”

“He’s not even her type…” Todd muttered under his breath.

“And what exactly is her type?” Dick smirked again “Tall, dark haired, well-build douche? If you care about her …..”

“I don’t fucking care about her!” he yelled.

Too loud.

Whoopsy.

Not a chance she didn’t hear that, and the sudden outburst made her turn her head towards him. Shit, if he was red before, now he was simply crimson. Jason found himself between the devil and the deep blue see. Should he clear this little misunderstanding? Should he come clean? Or should he just run away leaving the ground burning?

“Jace?” she stuttered, her eyes growing wide, while Kyle took the chance and wrapped and arm around her shoulders protectively to give her some grounding “Is this about me?”

“Good luck, clearing that out, Jaybrid” Dick laughed, but hid it by pretending to sneeze.

“Shut up, Grayson!” Jason hissed through clenched teeth and slowly approached the girl and Kyle. “It was not about you. It was about some girl Grayson met and about whom he couldn’t shut up. You are my best friend, you know it, right?”

“Yeah, yeah, right, best friend’ she mumbled looking down, moving slightly closer to Rayner and away from Jason. Oh, that was like a slap on the cheek. Like a sting right through his heart. Like a….

Was it disappointment in her eyes?

No, it couldn’t be…. Why would she be disappointed?

“Anyway, if you don’t mind, Rayner” Jason used the unimaginable amount of power to control himself “I would love to rescue my best friend from your hand. I bet whatever you say about space must be out of this world, but there are people who actually need her on Earth. On daily basis. Not just while dropping from time to time and leaving her hanging.”

“Oh, Todd.” Kyle cooed “aren’t you just so cute while trying to act like a knight in shining armor. But guess what, she doesn’t need your protection.”

“Right. The only one who’s going to need protection is you. From me.” Jason leaned forward eyeing the other boy with predatory gaze ‘I know what you are plotting, Rayner. And if you think I’m going to let you use her….”

“Is someone jealous?” Kyle scoffed “cause sure it seems you treat me like a threat.”

“Why don’t we take it outside so I can show you how much I am not scared of you. Maybe this time you will deal with someone equal to you rather than seducing girls with your fake charm!” Jason jumped to his feet, Kyle following right after and the tension was so palpable that most likely they wouldn’t even wait to go outside, just beat the shit of each other right inside.

“ENOUGH!” sudden scream coming from Y/N made them both gasp in surprise. Neither Jason nor Kyle has even seen her this angry. She was practically fuming and it was terrifying to see this normally calm, communicative and focused-on-peaceful-solutions-to-problems girl in such state. And it was them who pushed her to this point. She was not a meta or any other kind of superhero but at that moment she held the power of the hurricane and was about to throw it at them.

Shit.

“Y/N…” Jason raised his hands and tried to calm her down.

“Shut up, Jason!”

“ You heard the girl, shut up, Jason” Kyle laughed viciously

“THE SAME GOES FOR YOU RAYNER!”

“I’m sorry….” He whimpered and it was Jason’s turn to laugh.

“I am TIRED of being your toy. Exhausted to be precise. I’ve been making doe eyes at you, Todd for months now. Doe eyes that you chose to ignore every. single. fucking. time. And yet, the moment I move on from this silly, stupid, fucking, one-sided crush you decide to step it and ruin everything. Just because you wanted to? Just because you what? You get jealous now? Fuck, Jason, do you really think you can just do whatever you want, whenever you want, not caring about the others? Not caring what I have to say? Oh, hell no. You don’t hold such power over me. Not anymore.”

“Y/N….” Jason took a step forward, but she jumped away, almost like he was a disease she didn’t want to catch.

“Get away from me!” she hissed “We were just talking, you idiot! I was being nice, not that you know what it means! I’m done with both of you!”

“Wait, what did I do?” Kyle asked, now a bit confused

“Oh, nothing, sweetie.” Y/N mocked “just telling me the shit of improbable stories to make Jason angry while watching me laugh with you. Yeah, I noticed that.” She cut Jason off the moment he opened his mouth to say a thing in his defense “Well, genius, I was laughing at you, wondering when will you finally realize that I did my research and don’t believe a word you say. Are you familiar with the word sarcasm?”

“Haha! Burn!” Jason couldn’t help but let out a laugh

“And you, Todd, should learn the meaning of the word honest. You are both losers. I want nothing to do with you. I’m out.”

And so she left. The only sound they heard after that was slamming of the door to her room. She had one at the Manor since her expert knowledge was sometimes needed and she was helping the bats while patrolling at night.

And then chewing on the cereals.

“Well that was quite the show….”

“SHUT UP GRAYSON!”

***

“Y/N? Please, open the door. I just wanna talk.” Jason was knocking at her door for like 10 minutes now and yet, she didn’t bother answering and he started losing all hope. Did he fuck up? Was all the chances he had with her gone just because he was a stupid idiot In love and therefore acting like crazy?

“She’s not there, you know.” Tim emerged from his room, bothered by all the knocking and begging.

“What? then where is she?”

“Hm…. Not sure if I should tell you after everything that just went down…..”

“How do you….? Fuck, whatever. I swear if you don’t tell me where she hid I would burn all the coffee shops in the tristate area!”

“I equipped them all with the fireproof furniture and equipment a while ago. Had a feeling that sooner or later you will threaten me with the lack of coffee….Listen to me carefully, replacement…” Jason took a step forward, towering over Tim’s figure but before he could take any action, another voice joined the conversation.

“Boys. Why do you always have to act like savages? Y/N escaped to the roof. Guess she was in need of some air after that little outburst.”

“Thanks, Steph.”

“Always a pleasure. “ she winked “Oh, and Todd? Make sure to fix it. I really don’t like this Rayner guy, either.”

***

“Was it Steph? I know it was her.” Jason could only do as much as step into the rooftop when Y/N felt his presence. Apparently the time with bats sharpened her senses.

“Y/n. I just want to talk.”

“Ok. Sit. Talk. I’m listening.” She patted the spot next to her and Jason took it without any hesitation. She was willing to listen, maybe not everything was lost.

“I’m sorry” he sighed deeply and that made her turn her head and look straight into his eyes just to confirm if he actually did say the words she heard coming from him

“Wow! That would be the first time I ever heard you say a thing like that!” she laughed

“I mean it. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to make you feel like I was playing around with you or anything like this. It’s just…. just…..”

“What, Jace? Come on, just say it. Just be honest with me. I won’t laugh or judge you, I promise.”

“I had a crush on you.”

“Had?”

“All right, I still do!” he threw his hands in the air “Are you trying to humiliate me now?”

“For how long?” she asked looking at the space in front of her, not meeting his eyes and missing the fact that he was eyeing her with love sick puppy eyes, begging whatever deity was there that she would let him love her. Despite everything. He would put all the work in proving to her that he could be better. For her. For them. And if that required honesty – so be it.

“A year.” He muttered, almost inaudibly.

“A year?!” she cried “seriously, Jason! Why didn’t you tell me?!”

“How was I supposed to tell you?! I didn’t know if you were feeling the same way! I couldn’t risk scaring you off. I couldn’t risk…. Losing you. ”

“You didn’t notice all those times when I was making a fool out of myself just to get your attention? I mean really, doe eyes?”

“I’m…. I’m not good with all that flirting and teasing and relationship stuff. I … I don’t recognize it well. Besides, you are my best friend and ….”

“And what?” she moved her whole body, so now she was not only facing him, but her whole figure was turned towards him “Just say it. Please.” She begged, looking straight into his eyes, not faltering for even a second. “Say it, cause I don’t think I can.”

“I wanna fuck up the friendship.” He gasped, not really believing the words coming out of his mouth. But once he started he just couldn’t stop the flow “I want to love you. I want to have you to myself. I want to be yours. I want to be able to hold you, touch you, kiss you. I don’t want to be just friends anymore. I want to make you mine. If you let a fool like me…..“

“And it’s not just because of Kyle?”

“Fuck no! I don’t give a single damn about him! I care about you, Y/N. In a more-than-friends way. I’m done pretending. ” he whispered looking down, his cheeks a bit reddened. Not a long though since she cupped his cheek and made him look at her. “Please, be mine”he whimpered

“Jason, can you promise me you won’t act like a male ego embodied again?”

“I can’t.” he shook his head in resignation “I can’t cause I care too much and can’t help getting possessive sometimes and…..” She didn’t let him finish leaning forward and pressing her lips to his. This took him a bit by surprise, since he thought she was going to ditch him for not being able to promise her what she needed. And instead, she was kissing him?

Damn it, not just kissing, that was clearly an understatement. She was laying all her love on him. Those sweet, soft lips he was dreaming about for so long were on his, brushing over his gently and yet with so much passion he was practically melting. He wanted more and yet, all that tenderness and intimacy of sharing first kiss in the privacy of nighted rooftop was something to enjoy rather than to destroy by any urgency.

And so, even if still confused, he followed her lead, choosing delicacy and softness. Maybe it was what they both needed and enough to get him high and drunk on the feeling of her. He could feel her with every cell in his body. Her touches, her smell, her affection for him. All of it combined.

He barely held back a whine when she pulled back.

“Does this mean you forgive me?” he whispered, his hands aching to touch her and hold her to his chest, but holding back because he needed her direct answer. “For acting like a dumbass?”

“You had me at I wanna fuck up the friendship” she laughed lightly, changing position and settling between his legs, not fighting or running away.

“You have no idea how long I wanted to say it.” He answered, wrapping arms around her waist, pulling her closer and kissing her neck softly, inhaling the fresh scent of her shampoo “So long, baby… so fucking long…..”

“Glad you choose the moment when I was forgiving and merciful” she chuckled “’because you know, it could have backfired on you.”

“But you’re not leaving?” his grip on her tightened in a sudden fright this was all just a crazy dream and in a minute he would wake up in his own bed, alone and cold, still yearning for her, none of those words from before said in real life.

“No.” she put her soft hands on his biceps, caressing his skin and all those scars reassuringly “I made up my mind, Jason. It’s you. It’s always been you. I’m done pretending too.“ she turned her head and hid face in the crook of his neck, nuzzling her nose over his skin. “I love you.”

In the darkness of the roof, with almost no stars on the sky and with her eyes closed, she didn’t notice few tears that gathered in Jason’s eyes and flowing down his cheeks.

He had her.

He finally had her.

And he was not going to let go.

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You idiot ! - Batfam x fem!reader

Synopsis : It is rare, for you to be genuinely mad at your family. Extremely rare. But when they put their life in danger to save yours, you cannot help but give them a good ol’ scolding.

Bonus story. I’m planning on writing and posting another one before I go on my honeymoon next Saturday, this is just something short I suddenly wanted to write. A few snippets of “that time your husband/kids put themselves in great danger to save you”, and I hope you’ll like it :

Please, do not repost my stories anywhere else, under any other form. Do not translate and then repost them either. Thank you.

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Bruce

“YOU ABSOLUTE IDIOT !!” is not what Bruce expected to hear from you, after he just saved your life.

And yet here you were, punching at his chest, tears in your eyes, mad as hell.

“How dare ?! How dare you throw your life away like that ? Did you stop a minute to think about how I’d feel ? Do you think I want to watch you die for me ?? You idiot, you damn freaking IDIOT !!”

Each words were punctuated by a punch to his chest, expressing your frustration to its fullest.

You couldn’t help it. Your emotions entirely took control. There was no “trying to calm down”, because-because-if you had lost him...

How dare. How dare he ?!

“You don’t just jump in front of me like that, you idiot ! What if the bullet had touched you more badly ?? What if you had died ? There ? Right in front of me ?”

Bruce didn’t know what to say. He reacted before he could think. He saw you in danger, about to be shot by that thug, and jumped in front of you, shielding you with his body.

Fortunately, the thug missed, and only grazed Bruce’s shoulder. It didn’t take him long to take care of the criminal, and coming to check on you.

You were silent, at first. Clearly shocked. And he understood, you almost died. You were in grave danger. It would’ve shaken anyone.

Except...Except that wasn’t the reason you were mad at him. Oh no. The reason you were mad, was exactly because he saved you. Or rather, the way he saved you.

How selfish, to sacrifice his life to save yours. Because if he was gone...if he was gone...

You didn’t want to live in a World without him in it. Not anymore. And yes, you understood why he jumped in to save you, regardless of his safety. But it didn’t make you any less mad at him.

“What were you thinking, shielding me like that ?? What if I had felt you die in my arm ? What if I- What if I-that would’ve been horrible...”

To be honest, Bruce didn’t think of the aftermath of it all. He gladly jumped in front of you so you could survive, and didn’t think further than that.

But now that he had time to think, he realized : yes. How horrible it would be, to be the reason the love of your life died.

Bruce couldn’t even imagine it. He already felt so guilty about his parents’ death, even if he now knew he wasn’t to blame. So if he was the reason you would die ?

His arms closed themselves around your frame, holding you close to his chest, where his heart was beating (so you would know he was still here, with you). You resisted a bit, at first, still telling him how much of an “idiot” he was, but then you yielded and fell into his embrace.

Bruce hadn’t realized, in the moment, that his action of saving you could’ve devastated you.

“How could I ever heal, knowing I’m the cause of your death ?” You whispered, exhausted now. Crying was tiring.

He held you, close, and didn’t let go up until you finally calmed down.

To him, your anger was justified. Because if the situation was reversed, he would’ve never forgiven you for leaving him all alone.

He knew for a fact, that he couldn’t stand back up after losing you. He would continue on living, yes, but as a shell of a human being. Carrying out his “justice” mission, soulless, mechanical, shut away from all feelings.

Without you, he would never be whole again. He knew that. And yet, he almost did that to you. Because he couldn’t bear to live without you, he almost died himself to save you ?

He understood your anger. He did. Because he knew the depth of his own love for you, he knew how precious your life was for him. He knew you were the love of his life. That’s why he was holding onto you so dearly now, why he apologized, as you weeped in his arms. Crying from relief, and from the very idea that he could be ripped away from you, just like that. Right in front of you.

Yes. Bruce knew why you reacted that way. Knew how you felt, and knew his own feelings were even grander. And that’s why-

That’s why he couldn’t promise that he would never do it again.

Dick

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING !!??”

Dick was stunned. This was the first time you ever yelled at him. Not even when he had his fit of anger, when he was almost mean to you because of his pain, or when he did some bad things, did you ever get mad at him.

He wasn’t used to it. He always took the fact that you were nice, gentle, and that you’d bear any of his bad mood, that he was truly and utterly stunned.

“How could you be so reckless ? Richard, how could you do this ?!”

You called him “Richard”. You never called him “Richard” before. It was yet another proof, that you were truly mad at him.

Dick Grayson, recently adopted into the Wayne family. Officialy yours and Bruce’s son. 9 years old. Not supposed to be on patrol yet. Still jumped head first into danger when he saw your life was at risk.

It was one of those boring galas he hated. Everything went by so quickly. Armed men entered, and you immediately were a prime target.

Things got out of hand too fast, and you were about to be shot when-

Dick swung from a low hanging chandelier, and kicked the man with the gun, almost getting shot himself in the process. After that, Bruce came to the rescue, later saying something like : “I took jujitsu in high school” to explain how fast he got rid of the bandits (interesting, how gothamites would just drink his every words without ever suspecting him to be Batman...What, elegant, delicate, warm, extroverted and handsome Bruce Wayne ? Being the Batman ? Inconceivable !).

Everyone praised your little one for his braveness. Everyone...but you.

Thankfully, people quickly shifted away, attracted to your husband like bees to a fresh flower. He did it on purpose, of course. Got their attention on him, like he was so skilled to do, so you could have your moment with your son.

He knew it was coming.

When he saw little Dickie jump in there, his heart stopped. He was near you fast, but not fast enough to stop his son. Bruce saw his life flash before his eyes, fearing he would see his little kid get badly hurt, or worst.

But the boy was not to be underestimated, and he did indeed take his training seriously. Still. He was really afraid. Now, he managed to release his fear by beating those guys who dared threaten his family. But you ? Oh boy, you-

“What were you thinking Dick ? Mmm ? You could’ve been seriously hurt ! Don’t ever do that again !”

You were holding him by the shoulders, to make sure he was looking at you in the eye. And you were mad, oh so mad. He wasn’t used to it.

“But I- I don’t want to- I can’t-I...I can’t lose another family.”

He managed to say, before...

Before bursting into tears.

And that stopped your rant right away.

You froze, his tears making you feel distressed. What were you doing ? Yelling at your son like that ?

It was wrong. Of course, your feelings poured out all at once after you got so scared for your baby’s life, but it was still wrong.

Dick was only 9 years old. He saw you were in danger, and he jumped in.

He already witnessed once his family dying in front of his eyes, without him being able to do anything...Of course, he wouldn’t let it happen twice.

He was crying heavy tears now, trying to tell you, to explain to you he couldn’t bear to lose another family. He couldn’t.

He uttered a few words, there and there, talking about how he didn’t want to, couldn’t, lose you, and it broke your heart.

How dare you, scream at such a small boy ?

You quickly took him into your arms, and he held onto you for dear life, burying his face into your shoulder. You picked him up, as Bruce shifted the crowd away from you two. You saw the worry in his eyes as he saw you walking away with Dick in your arms. Was the boy hurt ?

Only you, could’ve discern his worry. With your own eyes, you reassured him. Your son was fine. But he needed his parents.

He needed to know neither you, nor Bruce, were going anywhere.

You rushed outside, before anyone could notice your crying son, protecting him in your arms (oh, the memories of how tiny Dicky used to be, he had a sudden growth spurt only around 16 !). Bruce quickly followed, and Alfred, as usual, was ready to leave before Bruce even shut his door.

You went home, and didn’t leave Dick’s side up until he finally fell asleep. And even then, you stayed near him, holding his hand, so he could feel you were still here. Not letting go. Never letting him go.

So he would know. So he would know that he didn’t have to put his life in danger so he wouldn’t lose you. So he would know, that no matter what, you would always be there.

Jason

“Don’t make me live through that ever again, Jason. Don’t you dare ! What do you think I’ll feel, knowing I am the cause of your death ? Knowing that if I hadn’t been there, you would’ve survived ?? How can I ever heal from not only losing you, but knowing it’s because of me ??”

Jason didn’t know what to say. Didn’t know how to react.

“Mom, it wasn't because of-”

“Don’t do that ever again !”

He couldn’t find the right words. He just couldn’t.

When he died, after the Joker killed him, he came back to life feeling so angry. Angry that nobody seemed to care enough to kill that fucking clown ! Angry that his parents didn’t do it for him !!

Angry. So angry.

And now, after he started to forgive you and Bruce, he realized...

He realized that, of course, you cared.

You cared so much in fact, that both you and his father felt guilty. Felt like you had killed your son.

And that’s why right now, as he jumped in front of you to save you from imminent danger, you were such a mess.

Tears ran down your face, and you were angry. So angry.

Angry because, how dare he throw his life away ? After all he went through ?

“You deserve peace, and happiness. You deserve to have a long life, full of joy. So don’t- Don’t do that ever again !”

Jason felt his throat clench. The love in your words, how much you cared for him, your wish for him to simply be happy...It was gut wrenching.

He wasn’t angry anymore. He came to understand his father’s vision, and to know why you didn’t kill the Joker either. He came to see things your way. He came to realize that-

That both you and Bruce loved him so much, that it almost shattered your lives, when he died.

That you almost crumbled, unable to ever stand back on your feet again.

That the pain was so grand, you barely made it.

You both loved him.

You loved him so much, it hurt sometimes. And through your words, Jason felt that. That love he thought you didn’t have for him.

It was there. It had always been there.

He wasn’t angry anymore. Because know, he knew. He knew.

“What is the point of living, if my baby dies before me ?” You asked, your voice cracking on the last words.

Jason felt his heart breaking for you, and made a promise to himself. Never. Never again will he be the reason you felt that way. Never again will he make you cry. Never.

He sat next to you, and gave you a hug. You returned it, of course. And he allowed you to cry (out of relief, mainly), staying with you until you calmed down.

He would feel broken, if you ever died. He knew he would.

And the thought that you would feel the same way, was both sad, yet comforting.

He was loved. He was so loved.

Tim

Tim had the “savior’s complex”, for sure.

The first time he was unable to solve a case fast enough, and an innocent person ended up dying, he blamed himself for weeks. Months. Hell, you were pretty sure he remember that first case, and often used it as a driving force to do better.

Tim always pushed himself to his limits, just so he could save people. Ever since he was a child, he had been like that. That’s why he sought Bruce in the first place, he so dearly wanted to help !

Yes. Tim had always been the one who needed to save others.

And so, when he saw you, his mom, in danger, he didn’t think twice.

He jumped into action, and save you, to the detriment of his own safety. That’s what he was supposed to do, right ? Especially when it was his mom !

His bruises and cuts didn’t bother him, all he cared about was that you were ok. Safe and sound. And when you said : “WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU’RE DOING ?!”, as you started to get mad at him, he only said :

“I saved you. That’s what I do. That’s what-”

You cut him off, saying :

"YOU ARE A CHILD, TIM !! There is no reason in this world that justifies your sacrifice to save me !!”

Silence.

A short one.

He’s never seen you so angry.

Tim looks at you, and slowly, he face falls. His lips turns down. Tears are gathering in his eyes.

For once, he cannot control his emotions. He cannot do that thing he always does during tough moments, when he detaches himself from his feelings (like father, like son ?).

He cannot.

“I’m sorry mom. I just-I didn’t-”

He doesn’t have to finish his sentence. You know.

You know.

Because you felt the same. One person is missing, and the whole world is empty.

He didn’t want to lose you, is what he wanted to say. But he couldn’t, overwhelmed by his feelings. Those feelings he so carefully tried to keep in control at all times. All pouring out at once.

He had been so scared, so scared ! What if he couldn’t make it in time ? What if you died right in front of his eyes ?

For once, he acted without thinking. He jumped in there, with only one plan : saving you. And that’s what he did, and not even getting too hurt in the process. Phew.

But you were mad. You were mad at him, because you were scared to.

What if you had seen him die right in front of you ? Your own son ? Your baby ?

And Tim let it all go. All his emotions.

You were next to him in an instant, taking him into your arms, drawing soothing circles on his back.

Tim felt so vulnerable, and for once, he didn’t mind. On the contrary. Because he felt so relieved.

You were ok. You were ok.

That’s all that mattered, or so he thought...It only mattered because him too, was ok. One day, he would come to understand that.

But for now, all he needed, was to let his emotions run free, and for his mom to be there, and reassure him that, yes. You were still here.

And you always would be, even when he was acting like a reckless idiot.

Cassandra

She didn’t back down. She didn’t apologize. In fact, she stood there, facing you, proud as a hawk. And then she frowned.

She was the only one that never backed down in such a situation. On the contrary, she said, looking at you right in the eye :

“If I had to do it again, I would !”

Such strength, in those words.

She was telling you that you had no right to be angry, because given the chance, you would’ve done the same (which was true). Could you really blame her for not thinking of herself, when you were in danger ??

You were her mom.

She only had one mom.

She couldn’t bear to lose her.

No. Absolutely not.

“If I had to do it again, I would !”

She would do it for her dad, for her brothers, for her friends...

Too long, was Cass used for evil. By those who called themselves “parents”, whose only goal were to fabricate the perfect human weapon.

She was used to hurt so many, and never really had a choice in the matter...

So if now, she chose to sacrifice herself so that only one of her loved one could survive...She would.

It was her choice. HERS. And nothing you could tell her would change her mind. You knew that. You knew and, it was as if your anger instantly disappeared.

Usually, it would disappear after a few admonitions, after you yelled at them enough. But this time, she didn’t even let you start. Didn’t even let you question her actions.

She would not let you die, period. If it meant for her life to end, then so be it.

“If I had to do it again, I would !”

It was her choice. Hers.

Her mom’s life was worth any sacrifice. Including the ultimate one, her own life.

“Mom.”

Mom...You skipped right above the “anger” part of the aftermath of them putting themselves in danger for you, and went to the “my babies” part, during which you would hold onto them, glad they were still alive.

Cass gave your hug back, fiercely, decisively.

“If I had to do it again, I would !”

Never again, would she hurt someone else. Never again, would she stand by doing nothing.

She had found a family, she would never let any of you go.

And she’d rather die, before putting herself in safety first in a situation during which she could save you.

Damian

Damian woke up, and he was at Wayne Manor, in one of the rooms specifically made for medical attentions that they set up. Leslie Thompkins would come take care of you guys, in those rooms with all the materials you could find in a proper hospital.

Having your own at home hospital made it easier to hide certain wounds your family would get because of their “vigilante’s activities”. It came in handy, for sure.

Like today, as Damian needed urgent care after he rushed to save you, and took the brunt of the blow for you.

Damian woke up. First, one eye, finding it difficult to adjust to the bright white lights. And then, the second eye, finally focusing on his surroundings.

And here you were, sat in an armchair next to his bed, your arms in a cast.

At first, your youngest son panicked. No ! You were hurt !

But quickly, he realized you had no other wound but your broken arm, and he relaxed a bit, slowly realizing that...his entire body hurt.

Ah. Yes. He’s the one who jumped in front of you, and got most of the impact. Without thinking, just seeing his mom in danger, he took the matter in hands and...The rest was foggy.

He couldn’t really remember much, except you gathering his body against you, and screaming that you needed help.

Everything went to black, and he woke up in that “hospital” bed. And you were safe. That was all he needed to know.

“Boy, you’re in trouble. Also, I’m glad you’re safe.”

Damian turned his head to the side and, ah, his father was here too. He was smiling at him, and added :

“You’re lucky you’re mom was exhausted, and is fast asleep. Or that would’ve been a wake up call you’d remember.”

His mind still a little hazy, Damian didn’t understand right away.

“Are you okay ?” Bruce asked, and his son nodded, before saying :

“What do you mean, wake up call ?”

Your husband was so relieved that your son was ok, he sighed, fell back in his chair, and smiled, before saying :

“Well, I’m 100% sure she’s going to wake up and get very mad at you for putting your life in danger.”

“But I-I saved her life ?”

“And you almost lost yours.”

“I don’t understand.”

“Try to think of the same situation, but reversed. How would you feel ?”

Damian’s mind was clearing itself a bit, after a good night’s sleep and care. What if the situation was reverse ?

“I would be mad.” he answered, and ah. Ah yes. Of course. So his mom had every right to get mad at him for being so reckless, right ?

“But, dad...”

It was rare, for Damian to call him “dad”. He would do it only during certain times, usually when he was particularly tired, needed reassurance, or something like that.

“I couldn’t- I don’t think I’d want to- I wouldn’t want to live in a World in which she’s not in anymore.”

Simple words. Born from that deep feeling that Damian truly understood only recently...

Love.

He loved his mom. He didn’t want her to die. And so he didn’t think, and saved her, even if it meant putting his own life in danger.

“Is it wrong ?”

He asked, and the innocence of his words touched Bruce’s heart, moved him, even. Was it wrong, to love someone so much you would be willing to die for them, even if it meant they’d have to continue on living alone ?

Bruce smiled. Of a most tender smile, only his family ever saw on his face. He smiled, and said :

“No son. No, it’s not wrong at all.”

For some reason, Damian felt lighter. Felt good. Nice and warm. Felt like-

You stirred in your armchair, and one of your eyes opened. In an instant, you sat up and-

“Oh dear...”

Bruce said (in a very Alfred way, might I add...force of habits), and he stood up, ruffled affectionately his son’s hair, before living whispering : “You’re on your own for that one. Rite of passage, some would call it.”

Damian watched as his father left, and didn’t have time to react as the storm of your wrath suddenly fell on him.

But he knew. Your son knew, that you weren’t actually angry. That you had been so afraid for him. That you couldn’t bear to be the cause of his demise. That-

That you loved him, as simple as that. And so he took the onslaught of your sermon, “like a champ”.

Because the only reason you reacted that way, was because indeed...

You loved him. You loved him so much.

Duke

"You absolute idiot !!” You yell, as you rush towards the newest addition to your little family. Towards the boy you now viewed as your son.

“I knew I would survive. I have powers, you know, that allow me to see a little in the future.” This was partly true, partly a lie. Yes, he had such powers, but it only showed him possibilities of events. No certainty. A slight change of a millimeter to the left, or a breath taken a millisecond too late, and it could alter his visions.

The truth was, Duke didn’t think. He saw you in danger, he pushed you out of the way and took your place. As simple as that.

Duke couldn’t bear to see another member of his family get hurt while he couldn’t do anything, like it happened with his parents and the Joker.

He swore to himself he would never be powerless anymore. Maybe that’s how his meta human powers started to appear ? Him finally making that decision to never let anyone get hurt in front of him again ? Maybe. Who knows.

What was known though, is that he wasn’t going to stay put as he saw danger fly right to you. He knew that, if that piece of concrete fell on you, you would’ve died. He knew.

And with his costume, there was a chance he could take it. Sure, most his bones would be shattered. But he would survive. After all, Bruce and Lucious Fox spend a lot of time working on those suits, to make them almost indestructible (regardless of the state of the person in it).

“THAT IS NO REASON ! I forbid you, you hear ? I forbid you from doing something like that ever again !”

They told him that this day would come. That you’d get mad at him for putting his life “needlessly” in danger. He knew, because they told him, that he shouldn’t take it too personally.

That you would get mad, because you were so afraid for him that your brain couldn’t see reason anymore. You were so afraid, and at the same time relieved he was still alive, that processing your emotion was too hard and you just exploded.

Yes. Duke, thanks to the experience of the rest of his family, knew what was coming. And so he let it happen. He took your anger. Your worries. Everything.

He only winced once you calmed down, and hugged him a little too tight, as Bruce and a medical team were coming to take care of his broken bones...

That (those) time(s) you did it.

"MOM !!”

You weren’t sure who yelled it, your mind hazy with pain. You knew it was one of your baby, though.

Aah. “Baby”. You only thought of them as “your babies” when you felt extra sentimental. When you suddenly just wanted to squish them in your arms, words being unable to express how much you loved them.

And the gods only knew how much you did love them.

Enough to throw your life away for them. Enough to jump in the middle of danger, if only to save their lives.

How ironic, really. How many times did you yell at them because they did that exact same thing ? Too many times to count, now.

You would get so mad, when they put themselves in arms’ way just to save you. And what did you do now ? The exact same thing.

You knew that it was quite a selfish act. That it was a way to not be the one who remained. Because everyone knew...everyone knew those “left behind”, left alive, were the ones to feel sorry for the most.

Once you were gone, you were gone. Either you went to an afterlife, either it was just the end, or maybe you could reincarnate...But there would be no pain, anymore.

The same couldn’t be said about those you would leave behind.

The pain of losing a member of your family, one of your loved one...it was unbearable. It almost drove you mad a few times. When Jason and Damian died. When you thought Tim, Dick or even Bruce died. When-

Yes. You knew the pain. And yet, you would inflict it one someone you loved, just to save them. Knowing they were safe was enough. It was...Enough ?

No. The truth was, you didn’t want to feel the pain. Or your body just moved on its own when you saw the person you loved in danger.

You knew, it wasn’t something you could fully control. You knew.

Yet, you always got mad at them when they did it. And you still did it yourself.

“My love !”

Ah. Bruce now. Joining your kids.

You were just a little shook up, but you were fine. Maybe you had a few broken ribs, and a concussion as you got knocked down, but you would definitely survive.

Years of being a “vigilante”, and they knew that you were going to be ok.

And oh boy, that meant...

That meant that you were in trouble.

One by one, they threw your own words back at you. “How dare you ??” “How do you think I could live with the fact I’m the reason you died ??”, “Selfish !”, “Don’t you dare do that again !”, “YOU ABSOLUTE IDIOT !!”

It was ironic, really. And a little funny...

“Ah, now you know. You know how it feels.”

Yes. Yes, now they knew. Would that stop them to, if given the chance, jump in and save you, completely disregarding their own safety ? Probably not.

None of you wanted to live in a world where a part of your heart would be missing. So yes, given the chance, you would all take that “selfish” decision to die for those you loved.

Because sometimes, only one person is missing, and the whole world seems depopulated. You were a bunch of humans, but not that strong.

Bonus : Clark

To Clark, the Waynes were special.

Family.

You and Bruce were his best friends. The kids were like his little nephews and niece. Alfred, was like a surrogate uncle to him, almost another father figure, at times. Even Ace, the family dog, was important, as he was one of Krypto’s (aka “his baby”) very first friend (besides himself).

So when he saw you right in the middle of danger, he acted. And that’s how it happened.

Kryptonite. Tearing his side. Badly.

He would survive. After all, they didn’t call him “Superman” for nothing. But it had been close nonetheless.

He settled you down, glad he was able to save you. Glad he brought you back to Bruce, safe and sound. He doesn’t think he could ever face his friend again, if he had arrived too late, and had to bring your dead body to him. He doesn’t think he could bear the weight of being the one who would finally crush the Batman.

And then he fell on his knees, because that wound hurt like hell ! And to be honest, he wasn't much used to pain.

He looked up, expecting to see relief and thankfulness on your face, only to be met with...Your glare. You were fuming.

“YOU ABSOLUTE IDIOT !!” You screamed, and Clark was very confused. Up until he met Bruce eyes, and the Batman himself looked like he was sorry for his friend. His eyes were telling him : “Good luck.”

Yes. Clark was confused, as Bruce and his children slowly moved away (once they made sure you were ok), and you started to sermon him on the incredible value of his life.

Somehow, it felt both heartwarming and terrifying at the same time.

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Boom, just a little something I suddenly wanted to write :D Didn’t re-read myself as usual (or I would never post anything). I was just thinking of the cliche of someone sacrificing themselves for their loved ones, and how angry I would actually be if anyone did that because like...what do you do, knowing the person you love died for you ? How can you heal from not only losing them, but knowing you’re the cause, ya know ? And here we are haha.

As usual, comments and reblogs are very welcomed, and I hope you liked this story :).

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kevin khatchadourian x female reader timeline of relationship

(actually, a story I am too lazy to write, but which is just clear and palpable in my head)

• you meet him three times

warnings: violence, manipulation, underage relationships (no grooming), mentions of dissecting frogs, abuse (duh), toxic relationship, unpleasant and traumatic first sex, the OC is kinda very, very human and stupid, exactly as a fifteen year old girl should be. School shooting obv. Also, it's ve-e-ery long, but I'm really not in the mood of writing a book here, so, it's just bullet points. Sorry.

author's note: yes! I watched We need to talk about Kevin around 2014, actually. It seems, considering the nature of this whole blog, I've always had the hots for the worst kind of guys. Enjoy my sublimation!

it was so long I had to divide it into two parts. second part

• you're at the same school, and Kevin is closed, brooding and completely antisocial. You constantly see him smile when there's a fight. He never participates in scuffles but seems to observe people; the other half of the time, he just doesn't care about his surrounding at all. Seemingly

• you've been raised to sympathize with the outcasts, reading all the right books and youself, not being the most popular, the smartest or the most beautiful

• at the biology class, you flat out refuse to dissect a frog. You can't stand the sight of dead animals, to say nothing about cutting them with a freaking knife. You close your eyes and shake your head aggressively, while the teacher is getting angry with your childish stubborness

• until you feel that someone is standing next to you. Kevin says 'she doesn't want to cut the frog' assertively, and takes it to his desk. He doesn't look at you a second, but it feels like a momentary salvation

• you're thinking of thanking him; that seems like a nice thing considering he's never talking to people, and always having lunch alone. He has this loner allure, the misunderstood poet, the lone wolf, if you will. You're fifteen.

• your friends tell you 'are you nuts? he's the cat in the bag'

• there are all kinds of rumors about Kevin; about strangling someone as a joke, and swearing, and watching gore.

• "I didn't do it for you", he smiles, like it's the most obvious thing in the world, and you misunderstood the incident so badly that it's funny and totally makes you look like an idiot. "I just like to dissect frogs". But he looks at you so intensely that it tells you something more.

• he never goes to PE

• Kevin is bullied from time to time; he doesn't really react to it, like the other children don't even exist. He never replies to nasty remarks, but just watches them, head tilted forward, like a dog ready to bite.

• you wonder why nobody else is worried about this gaze.

• sometimes you catch him watching you during classes as if he's contemplating something. You think yourself some kind of sacred redeemer, not less. You don't look away, you don't realize you're getting yourself into a swamp. You're fifteen

• at one occasion you tell Kevin he doesn't need to be alone all the time, and there are nice people at school who would accept him

• he just grins at everything you say

• the same guy who bullies Kevin the most acrtively, or is trying to, steals your folder containing some notes, your journal and you photo album. He doesn't admit it but laughs in a way that makes it clear

• you go to the teacher, to the principal, but the conversations do nothing to that guy. He's just a bully, just a dumb jock who has very little thought behind his forehead. You're worried; he might not know, but your personal diary is in that folder.

• you confront him with the fists swaying, to no avail

• the next morning, Kevin walks by your desk and throws the folder, complete with everything, in front of you. You watch his back, wondering when he had got it, and whether he had read your diary. One of the entires was about him, and it was embarrassing.

• "he's tall; taller than the other boys. His face is like milk, but he has this pitch-black hair and vampire stare thing going on. He is always quiet, just watches people. He's reeeeeally good-looking, but damn, Khatchadourian might just be nuts like people say"

• your friends wisely advise you not to get involved with him, but you feel so special all of a sudden

• you start fantasizing about being the only girl at school who managed to get through to him

• as you talk, he notices your desire to be special, and uses it. He observes you with your friends, focuses his laser attention on your grades, tries to get into what makes up your world.

• soon, he manages to make you feel like you really are the one person he reacts to. It is incredibly funny to him. He deems you fuckable.

• he's attacking someone in the yard. The guys from the parallel were getting the best out of Kevin, and rightfully so. This time he's had enough. When it's just talking, he didn't care, but physical assault, he couldn't tolerate, because that was crossing his personal borders. So, when one of the boys tried to steal his backpack, Kevin took out a razor he carried with him

• you try to stop the fight and get in between them just in time to shield the other boy, and Kevin slices your arm across

• the boys run away horrified, and Kevin just stands there, disappointed and dark.

• he evaluates the situation, sees that the cut is pretty deep, and watches the gushes of blood leaving your arm. The first seconds you're silent with shock; then it dies down, and you start feeling pain and yelp.

• he cuts off a piece of his shirt and bandages your arm tightly, saying nothing, just lasers you with his glance. The sight of this wound on you, not unlike his own scar, even in the same spot, accidentally. He finds it curious, invigorating. He watches the expression of physical pain on your face and brings you to the medic's office, saying "I sliced her". It feels good to say that.

• there's a conversation at the principal office. You're quiet, he's almost pleased with himself. His excuse is, I was going for another person ¯_(ツ)_/¯

• he gets away with it. You notice his dad dotes on him, and is absolutely blind to anything Kevin does. He buys the legend of 'I brought it for biology class, because I'm used to working with my own instruments' so easily it's astonishing.

• you don't speak for a while, and Kevin doesn't say sorry. He doesn't look guilty and is equally unimpressed that other students start to avoid him even more

• but his presence is like an oil stain, you can't avoid looking. You want to get to the bottom of him, you actively put yourself in this situation. You're fifteen, edgy, you have a crush on the sexy strange bad guy.

• you catch him after classes and tell him, whatever you're feeling, you don't have to. There are good people, that are worthy of your time. You don't mean yourself, but you're trying to make him defrost a little

• for some reason, the topic of feelings triggers him, and he does the thing he would repeat several times. He gets angry, standing right in your face, hovering over with his height. He puts his face as close as possible to yours and tries to make you pee yourself.

• "how the fuck would you know how I feel? What do you know about how I feel? Tell me, how can a person like you know anything about me?"

• he doesn't apologize for slicing you because he knows he didn't mean it, hense, there's no reason to say sorry. But he sees the prospect of playing with you, and he's so bored. So, he thinks about what a normal person would do in his place. ?

• once, you go to your locker and inside, find a little bunch of field flowers, neatly tied together with a yellow thread. No note, but somehow you have ideas what it means.

• you go on to a party in one of your classmates' house. You still rock a tight bandage on your arm. The party is good. You see Kevin and he looks at you like he wants to talk. You think, this is just like one of those vampire stories. You evade your watchful friends who think you dumb for playing a heroine from the Vampire Diaries. You need to grow up, they say

• you go outside in the terrace and sit down. You drink and ask why Kevin isn't drinking

• "I never drink. It dulls the concentration"

• you tell him that what he said sounds like 'I'm not like all of you idiots'. He confirms that's the gist of most of what he says. You ask if he considers you dumb, too. Biting his tongue, he avoids replying, saying that you're 'nice'

• you keep drinking, feeling the need to master up some bravery in his presence. For what, you don't know. Finally you ask him about how he feels, since he got so angry when you assumed

• surprisingly, Kevin says,

• "angry, bored most of the time. I guess it makes me angry how boring everything is. And dumb. Sitting there at school for six hours every day to do what exactly? It's like torture"

• it's a good thing he found a toy to play with.

• he tells you about his mother, and how she broke his arm when he was little, for shitting himself, on purpose. You talk about mums, and fathers, and how you don't have a very good relationship with your parents. Kevin finds it very interesting. You tell him how your mum mostly ignores your existence because she's more preoccupied with the shattering marriage with your dad, and your dad, finds you annoying and 'too girly'. He tells you about his little sister who is so annoying, and she constantly jumps around him and nags on him. You try to explain that a little girl sees that her brother is big, and strong, and pretty, and is forming a bond. He gives one of the worst performances, but it grills you

• "Pretty?" with a suggesting smile.

• you kiss, mostly because you're drunk, and you both think about each other's background.

• you think how tragic it is, that a boy like Kevin doesn't get the love from the person a child needs the most. Think about his mum, imagine her looking at baby Kevin with hatred and disgust. No wonder he is growing up to be this unapologetic, menacing, edgy guy who brings razor to school and takes it out on others.

• you're partially wrong

• Kevin thinks about how you have daddy issues and feel unloved, unneeded, mediocre

• although everybody at school knows that Kevin Khatchadourian had cut your arm in a violent fashion, the literature teacher pairs you for a half-year assignment. You're supposed to prepare a one-hundred pages analysis of the book of your choice, complete with the presentation.

• you're actually down to such tasks as you can ramble about your favorite books for ages, but you're not sure how it'll work out with Kevin. Casual friendship, if you can call it that, is strange and non-regular; sometimes he ignores you completely in the corridors, sometimes he starts talking about history, and awful things like Unit 731, out of nowhere.

• the first time you assembled to work on the paper was at the library, and it was pretty uneventuful; even boring a little. Kevin was not in the mood, and didn't talk much, and then, after an hour and a half said he was bored, and just left.

• you remembered the kiss from the party, but Kevin acted like nothing happened. Every time, though, when you almost decided he had played you, it was like he read your thoughts, and appeared to reinforce hope in you.

• he suggested you should go to his house at the weekend, and spend the day working on the paper. His family will be away as they usually do, so

• a gut feeling told you not to go, and you really listened to it, refusing the offer. Kevin smiled with his special smile that was like blood and honey, that was very difficult to resist

• "you think I'll do something awful to you?" "Will you?"

• he had a habit of speaking more with his eyes than with his mouth. One of the reasons you were so drawn to him was, he seemed adult, on the inside. Sometimes he said things you didn't expect to hear from a fifteen-year old.

• "Only if you ask".

• you skipped this weekend, and Kevin refused to go to the library, saying he had some things to do after school. But you were free to work on the project alone, of course.

• after a week more you caved in and agreed to go to his place. The whole week he was being uncharacteristically neat, friendly and pleasant. You saw him smile at teachers and even say hi to someone from class. You wondered if he had other friends you didn't know about.

• Kevin had a massive, cool home. Both his parents were rich, but you wouldn't tell it by looking at him act. You were amazed at the interior: artsy, light, with interesting living room and shapes on the walls. Kevin was bored, unimpressed by your interest. He was slacking, stretching time not to get to work that was clearly dull to him; he showed you the bathroom, and his parents bedroom (which made you uncomfortable). As he went downstairs to make tea that he almost forced you to have, you washed your hands in the bathroom on the second floor. Going down towards the stairs, you passed his room with the door open. A song you liked very much played on his computer. You wondered.

• on the wall, you saw the picture of the family. Kevin was smiling like the happiest boy ever, and it looked like a person from another world. His parents, blonde and dark-haired, were so different. The dad, whom Kevin described as 'the dumbest creature I've met', smiled carelessly, totally satisfied with the day. His mom, on the other hand, looked exhausted. The deep dark eyes, like Kevin's, didn't have half of demonic suggestion in them, but she looked weary. She smiled like a person who was wise, and had a death wish. His little sister 'that perfect little princess who never does anything wrong', whom Kevin clearly had very mixed feelings about, had only one eye.

• while having tea in the kitchen, you asked him about his sister.

• "Oh, yeah, it happened a while ago. She poured solvent into her own eye. Mum left the bottle on the table in the open". "Why would she do that?" you were horrified, painting a picture in your head. "Well, kids are dumb", he said so nonchalantly that it sent shivers down your spine. You could understand not liking a younger, more adored sibling, but talking about how they got a disability in such an unaffected way...

• Kevin added "I was there, with her. I called the ambulance. It was go-o-ory". And he smiled.

• you had the intention of working in the living room - light, spacious, with a broad sofa and a huge coffee table. Kevin insisted that he needed to work on his laptop and it was uncomfortable to bend over the little table. You needed to go to his bedroom. Eventually, you agreed, so now, you were sitting elbow to elbow at his desk, so close that you could feel the warmth of his body.

• the first thing you noticed about his room was how minimalistic and boring it was. Nothing on the walls, clean, tidy, impersonal. The only thing on display was a wooden bow, placed against the wall, and a stack of red-feathered arrows, beautiful, hanging above.

• "Wow, do you do archery?" He was unphased, like it was a totally usual hobby. "Yeah". Whatever tickles the rich people's bum, you thought.

• Fifteen minutes into project your phone lit up. Kevin asked who's messaging you and you said it was your common classmate, Paul, who is your good friend. Kevin knew your - your common - surrounding, so he knew that Paul was a good guy, and a good friend, and also had an innocent teenage crush on you.

• "Let me see", he grabbed the phone from your hand and stretched out his arm so that you wouldn't reach. It turned into a game. You both laughed, and giggled, as you tried to get to your phone. It was half-serious, playful 'hey, don't be a jerk!' and him, watching you reach for the phone helplessly. He then threw it on his bed and, as you raced after it, gave you a little push, and you fell.

• Kevin managed to create that feeling of comfort. As he landed next to you on his bed, he pretended not to see your unease. "Come on, let me see. You know I'm nosy". You sighed, deciding that there was nothing incriminating in messages between two friends. After all, there was nothing but memes and schedule discussion in your chat. Kevin scrolled it, giggling, discussing other classmates, and soon, you were snuggled against each other, talking about everything. You showed him your gallery on the phone and he grilled you for the insane amount of pictures of Damon Salvatore.

• "Come on. Come on now, you know they manufacture those dreamy characters specifically with the accordance to the desirable image for teenage girls. They cater specifically to you, and you buy it".

• "I know! But you haven't watched it".

• A long silence with growing smiles on both sides decided the destiny of that evening. You watched the show together, bonding, discussing, talking about how stupid everything is, and how the vampiric lore cannot possibly be depicted perfectly in any movie you've seen.

• he felt so normal, so human, so warm, that you were drunk on love. You felt safe, entertained, enfatuated. You thought to yourself that maybe, this whole thing about Kevin being different, and dangerous, was a front. After all, he had to protect himself, he hadn't gotten any love at home, and he didn't really know how to act around people. You felt appreciated, understood, wholesome.

• it was already dark when you've finished watching the sixth episode, and you were both a little sleepy. As the episode was over, the screen got darker, and you realized that there was barely any light. Kevin was silent beside you; you heard him breathe calmly, but you could tell he's looking at you. Like a snake aiming for your throat and waiting for the right moment.

• as you were about to say something to discharge the situation, your phone rang. It was your mum, checking on you, and you confessed you hadn't gone through with the paper at all. You explained how boring it was, and that the whole day, you drank tea, or talked, or watched the show. She laughed at it and told you not to stay the night. Maybe she did love you after all.

• "My mum", you explained, as the light from the phone died out, as well. "She's worried about you?" "Just checking". "Checking what?" You didn't find what to say here. "Doesn't your mum check on you when you're late and not home?" "No. Usually, I'm the threat".

• somehow, you were kissing. It felt exhilarating. Scary, amazing and fast. You didn't notice how twenty minutes have gone buy, completely taken by the intensity of it. I'm in his bed, you thought, and he's kissing me. The prettiest boy in school, and the most interesting. The rest were boring, you thought, and realized, this thing you had in common. You thought majority of people, even some of your friends, boring. Kevin was the only one who made you look.

• as he went for your thighs, you shivered. "I'm not ready". "Ready for what?" he asked, jokingly. Constantly dismissing your words, as if he always wanted you to speak clearly and not mumble behind the metaphors. "I'm scared, I'm a virgin". Kevin gave you a long look. "Who hurt you?" he immediately assumed there was some dark reason for your fright. Reality was, "Nobody. I'm fifteen, I'm afraid".

• you made him promise he won't force you to anything. Even the fact that you had to make him give you his word should've been a sign. Kissing him, and making out, was the best thing that happened to you the whole year though.

• Paul was strangely cold, even rude to you the last days. Every time you tried to bring up something funny to him, he dismissed you and made himself scarce almost instantly. You could feel, although Kevin didn't openly follow you, that he watched you, like before. Sometimes you had the urge to ask him the banal 'what are we?'

• you approached him in between classes to ask what he's done to Paul.

• he wouldn't tell you 'I confronted him in the bathroom and put my razor right to his throat, making him understand who you belong to; I pushed it so hard it actually left a mark on his Adam's apple. Must have hurt. He looked like a scared puppy. I told him not to text you anymore and not to look in your direction. He ran so fast you could tell he would be a great cast for the Flash'

• he said, "Oh, I spoke to him. You were clearly annoyed by his advances, or was I wrong?" You were annoyed when you talked about it at his place. You lamented your friendship and said you found it irritateing that every guy you were actively friends with, started to fall for you.

• you didn't believe he just 'spoke' to him. You tried to call for the good in him again, but when it didn't work, decided to threat.

• "Don't do the things you'll regret later, Kevin". You tried to walk away, but he put himself between you and the whole world, hovering again, his face as close as possible. His eyes, the eyes of a snake, cold, black, menacing, asked you.

• "What things?" "You know what I'm talking about". "No, I don't. Say it". He dared you. You wanted to say 'violent things'. You remembered his face, full of cold rage, as he swung the razor at that guy in the yard. You looked at his face now, changed from the peaceful everyday mask he always wore, and suddenly it hit you. He was psychopathic. There was no other way he would be so unaffected by things, then jumping into sudden fury, then pleasant and sociable the next moment. He could stand like this for hours, it seemed, burning you down with his trying stare as if he was forcing you to show what you're worth.

• your friend broke this intense exchange by exclaiming, "wow. Get a room?" her voice was casually laughing, like, ha-ha, I'm mocking a PDA. But when you looked at her, her face was expressing concern. Her eyes didn't laugh and were fixed on you. Kevin slowly focused on her with a slight smile and then walked away, saying nothing.

• he stalked you, although you didn't know about it. Listened to your conversations, hiding in the bathroom, and stole your phone for a lesson, and then returned it into your tote bag, making you think you're absent-minded. You were entertainment to him, a goal to reach, with no prizes. He was deciding what to do with you after, in spring.

• the other weekend that you spent working on paper, the Khatchadourian house was full. The previous one, his mum and his sister were away in the countryside, and his dad worked. Now the whole family was at home, and Kevin wasn't really happy.

• his mom was excessively happy to see you, shaking your hand, and giving you a motherly hug. You read in her face that she was glad that her son was socialising.

• his dad was a big booming guy with the lumberjack energy.

• his little sister was a little angel: silky pearl hair, nice little face, only one eye. She was airy, happy, unspoiled. She was everything Kevin wasn't. He stood at the top of the stairs as his stunningly normal family swarmed you. His sister was looking at you curiously, considering the new concept: his brother's friend. She has never encountered that before. You took her little hand and something horrible stung your temples, almost like a vision. Kevin smiling with his absent, self-pleasing smile as she was on the kitchen floor, her eye bubbling, sizzling, blood and goo coming out.

• Kevin lost his patience and ran downstairs, took your hand and led you away from them, giving his mum a certain look. He refused to be served lemonade, and snacks, he just wanted to be left alone with you.

• as you entered the room, he locked the door, and you started making out immediately. The thought of his parents at home made him almost blind with excitement.

• you collapsed on the bed, kissing, rubbing against each other, panting. You were very wet, for the first time in your life for a real person. It was exalting, to desire something so much and get it immediately, to be desired back.

• he caresses the scar on your arm and kisses it. You take it as his way to finally say sorry.

• you don't know that he's never felt sorry, for anything, in his life. That he's calculating, cold, that he is only happy when it's physical satisfaction because all other is imitation. He's like a robot and he feels like a robot. To try to feel something, he used to watch the hardest porn he could find, the trashiest, goriest movies, he watched the nsfw news where the pieces of humans, chunks of meat and bones, were shown; he went to the dark web and watched snuff, and it made him feel nothing. The closest to happiness he felt when he was mildly entertained or cumming; and you were entertaining, for all the possible things he could do to you; and you almost let him cum.

• but you weren't ready for sex yet and, remembering the word he had given to you, he backed up. Building the tension was good for the eventual climax, and he would break you, he knew that, by the way you whimpered when he rubbed against you and kissed your neck.

• you finally had sex at the party once. Closer to spring, when the spirits were lifted. You snuck away from your friends who have half-way accepted that you were spending time with Kevin. You went upstairs and locked yourselves in someone's bedroom; you had been drinking for bravery because you knew what was coming. You wanted it, but you didn't know what to expect; maybe Kevin had a dragon in his pants for all you knew.

• he wasn't soft, but he was cutting the pain short. He made you feel hurt and kissed you tenderly the next second not to let you retaliate. At first, you just had to whitstand the pain, thinking it was normal. That's how it happens for the first time: the feeling of something tearing, and blood, and razor sharp pain. You were very aroused and very drunk, so even the pain ceased soon, and it was actually almost good.

• you went to the bathroom to clean yourself and cried, you didn't know why. Not like you now were a different person. You emerged, talking about the sad state of your makeup, and the room was empty.

• Kevin was downstairs chatting with a girl you didn't know, and when you tugged on his sleeve, he gave you a blind look, like he was seeing you for the first time. He was done with you, the look said. He didn't even smile anymore; he just looked tired, like you intervened in a mildly entertaining experience.

• for the rest of the month you were crushed. You didn't talk about it with friends: in fact, you lied to them that you had an argument with Kevin and never had sex. You were so ashamed to be a victim of such a simple, banal, everyday scam. You were now seeing him for what he was. Just a guy with the looks who was bored.

• you completely forgot about the project, it just came to a halt by itself

• you started alienating yourself from your friends, which wasn't too hard

• you started having lunch alone, and going to classes alone, too.

• you spent a lot of time thinking about the damn dress you wore at a party, as if it was the root of all evil that happened

• you were wallowing in the feeling of betrayal, the impotent desire to crash his face with a hammer. You were brokenhearted, being dragged down from the heavens of being special right to the pits of being played.

• after weeks of mourning your naivity, and your pure feelings for him, your past wish to awaken something good in Kevin, you felt so idiotic, perhaps even more idiotic than the stupidest person in this school. You were a laughing stock for your own self. Your pride was crushed, and your heart was broken.

• eventually you thought, well, it's schooltime. A lot of girls experience this. Maybe in fifteen years' time it will all seem like a minor failure and a useful lesson.

• right? In fifteen years?

• in the beginning of May, Kevin suddenly sat at your table at the closing of lunch. After weeks of literally no communication, dismissive, slightly surprised glances when you happened to be in his eye sight spot, he suddenly reappeared.

• "You didn't tell your friends even? Will you let me get away with it after all?"

• you looked at his face drawn with curiosity and laughter. He was laughing at you. His boyish, demonic beauty was now poisoned with the ugliness of his insides. Earlier, he was like a rare animal from the northern mountains, that was so evasive it seemed like treasure. He was mysterious, impeccable. Too good for you. Now, it was the handsomness of a used mannequin, with the paint faded. Too much blood in the smile.

• "What do you want, Kevin?"

• it's been moments after a short exchange that you felt rage in you. The rage you've been fostering this whole month. You stood up from the table and swung your arm with enthusiasm, and then landed your closed fist on his cheekbone.

• Kevin's reaction was slow, horrifying. In his eyes, you saw the immediate danger to your whole life. He didn't say anything as he rose from the chair, and you noticed his eyes scanning the yard. What if someone witnessed the punch?

• you tried to hit him again, on the shoulder, but he caught your hand, and suddenly, crushing pain sliced through your wrist. He was much stronger than you.

• this time, he approached you so decisively that for a second your only instinct was to fly, but your hand was caught up in his fist. Really, you got scared of him.

• "Never do that again", he said, as his hand took you by the back of your neck. He tilted your head back to look straight into your face, and all the possible trauma made you see the allure again. Yes, he was still laughably attractive, without even trying. He was just a walking trap, and all of your good intentions for him had just been horny.

• "Or I will snap your neck and forget about you in a second".

• the punch was good; a scarlett spot was forming on the side of his face. You were afraid to move because you could feel your wrist on the point of breaking. Such sharp pain, the third time in nine months, and the source of it, again, was Kevin.

• "Say you're sorry"

• "I'm sorry", you whimpered, "that you're such a monster who's unable to love, Kevin".

• you got ready to deal with the broken wrist and closed your eyes, expecting anything. He let go of you. "Love is a big word for you".

• you didn't know how jealous he was of Damon Salvatore.

• as the school year was drawing to an end, the school team started rehearsing

• the rehearsals were always fun; although you never even thought of getting into the cheerleaders, and you had exactly the amount of interest in basketball to understand what's going on.

• it was fun because the team consisted of all the people you knew; there was a lot of students you had good relationship with; the cheerleaders were all very easy going girls, and beautiful, at that. It wasn't like in the Mean Girls.

• and the spectators always brought pizza, or some snacks, to entertain themselves during the long, repetitive rehearsals. You liked to visit them because it was better than hanging out at home with your dysfunctional family.

• the last rehearsals were held in the evening of the 8th of April.

• as you sat there, you vaguely remembered, randomly, that it was to be Kevin's birthday soon; maybe in a week, or less. You pretended not to care, pretended to yourself.

• closer to the end of rehearsal, as people started leaving, your best friend, the one who was concerned about Kevin and even put herself in the position between you, said that her boyfriend had messaged her. She had to leave. You said goodbye and decided to wait for the end. Looking at the girls was mesmerizing; the way they did the combinations and screamed the chants. You thought it was very cool to be a cheerleader; but you weren't tall, or nimble, or beautiful enough.

• the main door was locked from the outside; probably the strings have gone bad again, and the entrance has been deemed a no go. So, your friend circled around the hall a little, tugging the doors with surprise. Finally, she found one working exit and left. As she was leaving, Khatchadourian walked into her, or rather, they ran into each other.

• "Leaving already?" he asked, with a smile. She said nothing and walked away.

• Kevin locked the door behind her. She turned around, puzzled, because her brain hadn't registered at once that Kevin was carrying a stack of arrows with him.

• As he started shooting his classmates, the swarm of people was lifted up, like an avalanche, and started making it for the entrance. The doors were locked. He repositioned, climbing up the spectator's rows, and finally had the perfect spot. From above, in the bunch of people, he saw you.

• you wondered, as all the noise left your brain, and the pale circles started pulsating in your eyes, why you didn't know earlier.

• in the moments he was swinging for someone's throat, or when he was threatening you, or when his face dropped the smile by the snap of the fingers. How do you even foresee something like that?

• you watched his face, a grimace of hatred, not indifferent anymore. He was aiming with his bare teeth, wallowing in every cry of the people he shot; the sound of arrows was almost comforting, whistling around like a seagull that passes over you quietly. Among the roar of the hall, the sound of arrows was so calming and so loud.

• you tried to group yourself, to make yourself smaller, because there were actually very few people left; seven or nine, in fact. But there was nowhere to run. Macey Walken, who ran for the side entrance, got a scarlet arrow into her back, and fell suddenly as if something pulled her. You looked at the floor, into a pool of someone's blood. Kevin was walking down carefully, between the seats, sending the arrows with accurate aim. He didn't even look like a human anymore; it was hard to describe him.

• he neutralized the three teachers first, then went for the students. Paul died in the other side of the hall in his purple and gold uniform. The cheerleader girls were running in circles, in zigzags, clearly entertaining him, moving targets. Kevin now almost approached the last group of five people, where you sat on the floor, numb with scream that never left your mouth, your legs paralyzed completely. He was killing you all one by one, from left to right. Ben, Mary, Meredith. Finally, the bow and arrow were turned towards you, mechanically.

• Kevin pulled the string and then relaxed it, keeping the arrow to himself, and moved on.

• you did manage to become the special girl after all.

#ezra miller imagine #we need to talk about kevin #kevin khatchadourian #kevin khatchadourian imagine

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onlylovingstrangers · 2 years

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HOW OSAMU REACTS TO BEING YOUR CRUSH

"You should definitely consider setting up a social media account for Onigiri Miya. This taste never gets old," you enthuse.

It'd been a long day at work, and you had thought, why not drop in for a snack?

Osamu had seen you through the window and by the time you were settled into your favorite place by the counter, a plate filled with your favorites had been delivered to your seat.

He reaches out now to pick off a rice grain from your cheek. "Stop talkin' with yer mouth full, dork."

"Listen to what I'm sayin', freak," you say affectionately.

"I am listening, idiot."

"So whaddya say? I could help you set it up. I could help you run it!"

I could do this for you, I could do that. You think it's dumb that people clock Osamu for the smarter twin just cause he talks less, because how could someone with even half a brain miss all the hints you've dropped that you are madly in love with him? Even Atsumu has for a few years been aware of your stupid crush on his brother, requiring several bribes to keep his fat mouth shut.

The only explanation you can come up with is that your childhood friend is an idiot.

Then again, you are the one in love with said idiot, which maybe makes you a bit of one too.

Osamu sighs. "Ya make a temptin' offer, but you're already so busy with work — don't even tryta deny that — and ya need to rest."

"Nooooo," you immediately deny, though you both know it's true.

When he shoots you a look, you hasten to add: "Running an Instagram account isn't hard work. Here, look at my photo account, which I update daily. Takes like, five minutes."

You hand over your cell to Osamu, who starts scrolling through the posts. Most of them are of the sky or of a pretty flower, with the occasional selfie. Osamu smiles at your cute poses, ignoring the pangs of jealousy when he sees his stupid brother's comments spamming your page. Instead he snorts at the username. "Where the hell did he come up with msbyatsumurocks?"

"I know. Who the hell does he think he is?" You agree.

Suddenly his fingers still at one of your selfies, which you'd captioned, Amazing day today. Below that, his stupid brother had left a... not so stupid comment.

@msbyatsumurocks: Why, did ya finally confess to my stupid brother?

"You like me?"

The startling question has you choking on rice and seaweed and tuna. The person behind your downfall leaps into action, thumping you on the back with conviction.

When you finally regain the ability to speak, you're prepared to refuse the statement with every thread of your soul, every fiber of your being, but Osamu beats you to the punch.

"And you told Tsumu instead of coming to me?"

"Well," you say with just as much snark, totally forgetting the plan to deny, deny, deny, "maybe if you'd picked up on the millions of signals I put out, like he did, we wouldn't be here! I wouldn't be wearing his fuckin' jersey at every home game just to buy his fuckin' silence!"

"So that's why you wear his stupid fuckin' jersey?" Osamu rubs his forehead, hard. "Well, guess what! I've been buyin' his silence for years! I've been cleanin' up his shit and makin' his dinners and bailin' him out for ten years!"

"Wait. You like me?"

You are suddenly acutely aware of the shop's silence, and so is Osamu.

"Should we find him and kill him?" you suggest, looking up somewhat bashfully.

"And then after... we discuss... us?" he adds, tentatively taking one of your hands in his.

It feels so right, the both of you think at once, and neither of you need to say it.

#haikyuu #haikyuu!!#haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x y/n #haikyuu x you #haikyū!!#miya osamu #osamu x y/n #osamu x you #osamu x reader #hq osamu #osamu drabble

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justfangirlstuffs · 2 years

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House Call

You have feelings for your lunar animatronic work partner, however, sadly there’s very little chance of either of you getting any serious alone time. Until they decide to take matters into their own hands.

Eclipse x Y/N

Rated E for Enabling (because that’s what I’m doing)

It was a typical Saturday night and you had clocked out for the weekend since you had the following day off. Sun and Moon, the daycare animatronic that you were in charge of handling, had begged you to stay over for the weekend. It had been so hard for you to say ‘no’ considering how attached to both of them you had become over the months you'd been working with them. You suspected they had grown rather attached to you as well if the not-so-subtle innuendos they teasingly whispered into your ear -softly enough that no children could hear- was any indication. There was also the fact they had become shamelessly physical with you. Nothing lewd of course, but they never seemed hesitant about physical contact. Little touches and caresses that made you smile and blush like the star-struck idiot that you were. Because yes, you could not deny to yourself, you had feeling for the lunar animatronics.

You suspected they knew it too. Why else would they whisper things to you that most certainly were not work-appropriate, let alone appropriate for the daycare of all places? You suspected that they took great delight in watching you turn beet red as your face burned hot as a jalapeno pepper. Sometimes you were tempted to smack that self-satisfying grin right off their faces. but of course, you could never bring yourself to do that. You could only imagine how Corporate would react if they caught wind that your animatronic work partner was hitting on you on the clock, or hitting on you at all for that matter.

“I'll be back bright and early Monday morning,” you promised, waving goodbye to Sun though you knew Moon could see and hear you as well by proxy.

You blew them a playful kiss goodbye. Sun made a show of catching it in his hand and cradling it lovingly to his chest. This made you laugh like their antics most often did. You waited until the daycare doors closed before heading off to the entrance.

Earlier that same day, they had talked about visiting your place someday. Of course, you readily told them they would be more than welcome at your home. Though the sad truth of it was that neither of them was allowed to leave the premises of the Mega Pizza Plex. It was something that was hardwired into their coding, part of company policy, a safety and security measure no doubt. So, unfortunately, your relationship was suspended strictly to working buddies. But, hey, you could dream, right?

When you got home, you were tired from your long shift, but you were also riding the ‘I just got off work’ high that would keep you up for about another hour. So, you poured yourself a bowl of your favorite cereal, settled onto the couch in your bathrobe, and began flipping through the channels to find something that would entertain you for a while. You were just getting cozy when there came a knock at the door.

Who in the heck would be knocking on your door at this hour? Clearly, someone looking to get murdered that's who. Figuratively speaking of course. You weren't a murderer. You were cautious, however. Setting aside your bowl of cereal and tying your bathrobe tightly around yourself, you grabbed your metal bat and went to the door, not ready to open it just yet.

“If you're selling something, I'm not interested,” you called loudly.

“Oh, Starlight, you know better than that,” a voice crooned from the other side of the door. You nearly dropped the bat. That voice sounded so familiar, yet alien at the same time. “You’re supposed to say ‘who's there?’”

No way, there was absolutely no freaking way. Keeping the bat clutched tight in one hand, you unlocked the bolt of the door but kept the chain lock fastened just as a precaution. Opening the door the few scant inches it would allow, you peered out. You were expecting either Sun or Moon but the figure that stood on your doorstep was neither of those.

The body was tall and sinewy, the outer casing dark and dusky, the clothes colored in deep maroons and dusty purples. Darkened orange sunrays crowned the familiar lunar-designed face, but the eyes that beheld you were neither white nor red nor black, but a bright and vivid amber. They were familiar and yet not, but they regarded you like a long-held and treasured friend. With a hint of something else… something intense.

Your breath caught in your chest, your blood pounded in your ears as your heart raced a mile a minute, your brain scrambling to try and make sense of what you were seeing. One of the being's hands -because it had FOUR of them- gripped the edge of the door, pulling the chain taught. Another reached through the opening to caress your cheek, the thumb drawing a teasing trail over your jawline.

“Surprised to see us?” the voice asked carrying the playfulness of Sun yet carrying Moon’s darker tones.

“Who,” you choked, “are you?”

“Why, darling, you wound us. Don't you recognize us?”

You continued to stare dumbfounded up at the animatronic. A deep hum reverberated from its chest area, which you noticed was… not as hard on the eyes as it probably was to touch. “We suppose we do look rather different. It's us Sun and Moon, but in this form, you may call us ‘Eclipse’.”

It was then that you realized that having Eclipse, a seven feet tall animatronic standing on your doorstep, would no doubt be cause for all kinds of attention. Even though it was practically the dead of night you did not want to risk any of your neighbors asking questions. Quickly you unfastened the door chain, throwing the door open wide. “Get inside,” you hissed, checking for any onlookers. You saw none.

“We were wondering when you were going to invite us in,” they remarked teasingly before strolling past you.

You tried your best not to ogle but found it insanely difficult. The more you watch them the more you recognized bits and pieces of the two animatronics you had become so close to. Eclipse's movements carried hints of Sun's bouncing energy, and the roving gaze, as they looked over your apartment, was very reminiscent of Moon’s attentiveness.

After bolting your door with the fervor of someone trying to hide a crime, you whirled to face your new house guest. “Okay, I need some context for what is happening right now.”

“It's very simple, darling,” Eclipse said folding, their lower arms across a set of robotic abs. You couldn't fathom exactly why an animatronic would need a set of abs, but honestly, you weren't complaining. The upper arms gesticulated as they spoke. “We couldn't bear the thought of being away from you so long, but we knew that neither one of us could step foot outside the plex. So, we tried a little experiment, where we both are active at the same time, and after a few tries, this was the result.”

They gestured to themselves and you took that as permission to give them a thorough once-over. Consensus: they were hotter than they had any right to be.

“The security protocols did not recognize us in this form, so we were able to leave the premises of the plex,” they further explained. “Then using our access to the employee database we were able to find out where you live, and here we are.”

You suppose that maybe, just maybe, you should feel a little unsettled by the fact that your work partner had followed you home uninvited. However, your brain was so preoccupied and trying to take this all in, that it ended up laser-focusing on one detail in particular.

“So, you’re both Sun and Moon?”

“That is correct, we are both aware and present. Don't you feel so lucky, Starlight?” Their arms through open wide, as if to welcome you in a hug. “You get to have us all to yourself.”

Reaching up, you tugged on the color of your bathrobe, thinking that maybe you should check on the thermostat because suddenly it was getting very, very hot in here. You leaned against the door, your bat having been long forgotten.

“But, like… this has to be against company guidelines right?” you asked.

Eclipse took several steps towards you and their lower hands settled on either side of you, while the upper hands gripped you just below the neck. You were pinned between them and the door, your back pressed against the wood. You shivered in unexpected delight as you felt fingers caress your ear.

“I wont tell if you won't,” came Eclipse’s smoky whisper. Oh… you were beginning to recognize what that intense look in their eyes was: hunger. One of the hands slid a fiery trail down your neck to toy with the collar of your robe. “Look at you all wrapped up like a present just for us.”

Yep, you were pretty sure you were red as a tomato by this point. This was going past anything that was ever done at work, and thus anything that you were mentally ready for. You took hold of the hands, gently pulling them away from your face in order to regain some ground, both physically and mentally.

“But, what if…”

You were cut off as the two lower hands grabbed you by your hips and you yelped as your feet lost purchase of the floor. Eclipse sat down on your couch with you straddling their lap. Two hands remained gripped on your hips while the other pair studied your upper half. One settled on your cheek, the thumb brushing your lower lip, and suddenly it was all you could do to remember how to breathe properly.

“Starlight, just relax,” that smooth voice crooned.

Easier fucking said than done, you thought. Your body was hot, every touch and movement sending electrical zaps of pleasure to your brain. You were fighting hard against your lizard brain which was having fun imagining what you would do if that thumb caressing your bottom lip were to push past your parted lips and then slide in across your tongue.

“Starlight, your heartbeat is absolutely racing,” Eclipse chuckled as their hand brushed along your neck over your fluttering pulse.

“I wonder whose fault that is,” you said through gritted teeth.

You only just realized that your nails were digging into their shoulders, having grabbed onto the first thing you could for some kind of purchase. You felt fingers rubbing slow, taunting circles over your hips and you had to stifle any embarrassing noises that might have come loose. You couldn't help it, the anticipation was killing you and you had no idea what to expect from them.

“W-What are you planning to do to me?” you asked in a soft, trembling voice.

Eclipse leaned in closer, so close that their mouth brushed against your ear. “We think the more important question is: what do you WANT us to do to you?”

You wondered if it was possible for a person to spontaneously combust by sheer embarrassment.

Then there was a pause, just a hint of uncertainty. “You do want this, don’t you?”

Bless them, they were checking in, making sure they weren’t crossing any lines you didn’t want to be crossed. They were still the boys you so dearly loved. Yes, LOVED.

You nodded emphatically, not wanting to lose hold of whatever moment it was you were having. A soft sigh, followed by a chuckle.

“Then don’t be shy. It's just us after all.”

Swallowing your pride, shame, and any other inhibitions you might have had on the job, you leaned forward and whispered your desires to them.

“Why you little minx,” they chuckled, fingers combing deliciously through your hair. “To think you had these naughty thoughts dancing around in that pretty little head.”

Two hands cupped your face, pulling you closer and closer until there was no room left for Jesus or anything else.

“This is the part where you close your eyes,” they whispered.

You did so, surrendering yourself to their whims.

Your poor abandoned bowl of cereal was long forgotten and would never get eaten.

The End

(Wrote this for @feralmoonlight but honestly anyone is welcome to enjoy it. In fact @certified-handler might get a kick out of it too. If you wanna check out my other works, here is my AO3.)

#eclipse x y/n #eclipse x reader #fnaf eclipse #fnaf security breach #the daycare attendant #sun x y/n #sun x reader #moon x y/n #moon x reader #sun and moon are eclipse #this is such filth #clean filth #but filth all the same #the things I do for my moots #justfangirlwritings

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writerfae · 2 months

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I'm here to make you talk about Aiden pining!

I imagine the difference between Talon and Aiden figuring out their feelings is:

Aiden: oh no

Talon: FUUUUUUCK!

(If you know what I mean)

And imagine Aiden pining as being so sad!

I hoped you’d do that! xD

You are completely right with Talon’s realization of his feelings. Aiden’s reaction would just be the softest “Oh.” Not even an “oh no.”, just “Oh.” (Classic fanfiction moment)

Like I said, Aiden falls first. He’s pretty emotional intelligent, so he recognizes the nature of his feelings for Talon.

However he is not sure how Talon feels about him, cause he gives Aiden mixed signals. Not too long ago the two didn’t get along at all and Aiden values their friendship a lot, which is why he decides not to act on his feelings before he’s got a clear sign that they are reciprocated.

But like I said, lots of mixed signals on Talon’s part. Sometimes he’d do things or react a certain way that makes Aiden think he might like him too, but then he’s being all distant and snappy again.

Now though he doesn’t want to act on his feelings, he can’t help his nature and he’s pretty affectionate with people he likes. All of them (just ask the girls) but with Talon especially. It’s partly just Aiden’s natural behavior and partly testing the water.

Now after some time of having feelings for Talon, Talon himself realizes his feelings for Aiden and freaks out. Unfortunately, Talon’s natural response to unexpected and fond feelings is flight, so he starts keeping his distance from Aiden.

And since they are kings of not communicating properly, Aiden assumes Talon avoids him cause Aiden is too affectionate and he didn’t like it and maybe Talon even figured out that Aiden liked him and keeps his distance because of that.

So Aiden recoils as well, thinking he fucked up. Things get a little tense between them and it hurts so Aiden confronts Talon, which ends up in a fight and a yelled confession on Talon’s side, finally putting an end to both of them pining.

Some more pining Aiden info:

he had several crises because why is Talon so handsome even when he calls him an idiot? and why is he so smart? and why does he have to smile LIKE THAT when he’s proud of Aiden getting a good grade? and why does it have to be him of all people? (He knows exactly why)

he asks Callan for advice, not explicitly stating that he means Talon but Callan knows that it’s Talon anyway and he’s been waiting for this to happen

sometimes Aiden will just stare at Talon and kinda zone out during a study session and he gets stressed every time Talon almost catches him look

Talon buys Aiden food or apple juice for lunch pretty often and it’s a running gag among the girls to call Talon Aiden’s (quite literal) sugar daddy and the first times Aiden laughed along but now that he’s aware of his feelings he can’t hear it without blushing

he’s blushing a lot around Talon in general and it’s a miracle that guy didn’t notice

sometimes he lies awake at night thinking about how Talon could never like him back and how he’s not good enough for him anyway and that he should just give up

quite a lot “I’ll never be with him.” and “He’s too perfect, I don’t have a chance.” moments and loud rants to himself about Talon in the privacy of his room

but he can’t give up. Even when every time Talon does something slightly flirty/caring/idk he gets his hopes up only to be let down at the end whenever Talon is behaving like an ass again

Talon once offered him some of his clothes cause Aiden had to stay the night and didn’t have spare clothes and it made Aiden blush really hard (also if he kept Talon’s shirt a bit longer than necessary before returning it that had no particular reason, no not at all)

taking Talon’s hand when they go to/leave a concert together so he won’t lose him in the crowd has a whole different weight once Aiden has a crush on him

Aiden trying really hard to cover up the fact that he finds Talon attractive (he’s staring at him when watching his friends’ volleyball games instead of focusing on the real game and acts like he doesn’t get why girls are interested in Talon…)

#pining Aiden is so good #in love Aiden in general #you rarely see that cause I often write Talons perspective but Aiden loves so strong #writer speaks #writeblr #wip: the knights of the alder #modern au #giving you another warning: I’ll answer your other ask later when I have more brain capacity #(warning is the wrong word I’m sorry xD)#answering this one was easier in my current mindset cause these thoughts keep dangling in my brain while for the au I’ll have to brainstorm #and idk if I could do this rn #but as a heads up I really like the AU idea! even though ghost Ákos also makes me sad :(

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gale-gentlepenguin · 1 year

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Gale Reviews: ML Season 5 episode 14 Derision

Spoilers Below

-WHY ARE THEY SO CUTE!?

-Umm Marinette? You okay?

-Have some cereal with your milk.

-Yea something is up with Marinette.

-Marinette's bike is cool.

-Okay adrinette hand holding is cute. But something seems wrong here

-Okay so she reacted seeing an image of Kim... okay weird.

-Okay ... Marinette is having a panic attack. That feels a bit too real

-Bugs! Locker full of bugs. But what does it have to do with...

-Marinette freaked out hard. and Kim says thats her normal reaction to pranks... Kim? What the fuck?! What did you do?

-Of COURSE the akuma shows up now

-"Panic" Oh damn thats a good name for an akuma. But I know Marinette would never get akumatized (especially at this point) But I really want some art interpretations of that form

-So Marinette is having a flashback while Monarch be trying to work on akumatization... How does that work?

-Okay so Marinette had a crush on Kim in 8th grade... Wow someone somewhere owes Lunian some money.

-Marinette with her hair down! Not a drill. Flashbacks matter

-Marinette of 8th grade doesnt want to go to school... Oh wow it feels like origins. Does Sabine KNOW how bad it is? Why not just let her change schools?

-Chloé bullied Marinette, but that was already known...

-JEEZ! Bugs in the locker. Seriously!? Where did chloe make sabrina get those

-And Damacles is a f***ing asshole

-Oh Jeez, Mendeleiev still a harsh b****

-Oh come on! Someone give Marinette a break

-Wait... Kim just thought these were NORMAL Reactions to pranks. He thought these were Okay?!

-Okay wow, yea Mendeleiev and Damocles are garbage. Sure hope no one thought they were better teachers than Ms.Bustier. That would sure suck.

-Chloé is really no different then how she has been all season or season 1

-Juleka looks ready to throw hands. So I really cant hate any of the other students in the class, they seem scared of Chloé, and honestly seeing what I saw. I dont blame them.

-Mylene out right said "Chloé's mom leaving is no excuse. My mom left and I aint a bitch." Go off Queen

-At least Juleka, Rose and Mylene talked to Marinette and were kind

-Kim actually offered his swim trunks to her. Well that is kind of sweet in a himbo way.

-Chloé really just decided to hate on Marinette.

-Damn Socqueline! You defend Marinette. Maybe thats why Marinette wears her hair like that.

-So Socqueline is a year older confirmed. And it does explain the deeper lore about her knowing her mom.

-Tonto. Hehehehehehe

-For a change? So the implication is that Marinette has crushes before. Makes sense. Marinette at this point seems like the type to develop crushes on anyone nice to her.

-Kim doesnt really get when Pranks are pranks and Pranks are... well TOO far. OMG he is the "Its just a prank Bro" type

-Sabrina was watching.... oh this can only end poorly

-Oh... oh no. No no no no no no no.

-Kim you are really an idiot. And not in the endearing himbo way.

-Marinette didnt have a plan back then... Oh! This is gonna result in a trauma where she needs to... Oh wow this is gonna be traumatic af.

-Socqueline is like a big sister to her. Poor thing already can see this going poorly

-This looks like an adorable time. The marikim looks adorable, yet all I can think about is how Chloe will ruin it.

-Oh no, Kim. Please dont do this.

-IT HAD BUGS IN IT! KIM! KIM!!! IN WHAT WORLD DID YOU THINK THIS WAS AN OKAY PRANK?! THAT WAS 8 TYPES OF FUCKED UP. I DONT CARE HOW CONVINCING CHLOÉ IS. YOU ABSOLUTE GARBAGE MEATHEAD!!

-Welp... Chloé has done some f***ed up things. But Wow. This really is her at her worst. Like damn. That is just... And here I thought Lila was bad.

-So Astruc, you really needed to drive the point home on why you hate chloé. You REALLY drove it home. But really

-Socqueline Out here for the save! At the very least saving Marinette from ABSOLUTE eternal shame. Put some respect on this character that only appeared this season.

-Kim REALLY doesnt get how f***ed that was. Its a sad day when a Himbo is more dumb than kind. That just make him an idiot.

-Marinette needs a hug.

-So this explains everything about Why Marinette knows absolutely everything about adrien early on. Well except for the fact he is chat noir. But yea. It was actually TRAUMA!

-"And that he is not friends with Chloé." Yea Adrien, buddy. You might want to completely burn that bridge now. Side note, this completely contextualizes Origins and why Marinette assumed the worst about Adrien off the bat. Damn. This was deep. A little exposition heavy... but deep

-And Chloé gets Socqueline because she broke her phone. Well Damocles. You are officially s*** in my eyes. Even Darker owl seems less slay to me. YOU RUINED DARKOWL FOR ME YOU BASTARD

-She got suspended for two weeks. That sucks

-Wow, so was that flashback instant? Or was Monarch just patiently watching that flashback ENGROSSED by it?

-She broke free by working through the source of her trauma in a matter of seconds... Okay.

-Oh damn! Ondine and Adrien look ready to throw hands at Kim. And Justifiably so.

-Kim... You done goofed. You really are an idiot and My opinion of you is trash.

-Adrien going full arthur anger meme. PUNCH HIM ADRIEN. PUNCH HIM IN THE FACE

-Dude doesnt even swim with his goggles.

-Monarch really said "If I gotta settle, I can at least spin it to make it sound better than it is."

-Dark Humor, Hehe instead of Dark cupid. Clever. Cause his sense of humor is dark. Also CHAT NOIR HAS A REASON TO PUNCH HIM IN THE FACE.

-Its twisted that he gets his old power

-Also... was he wearing that in the pool? That thing is waterproof? Neat.

-I like the updated costume. But I hate kim right now

-Adrien is ready to throw hands.

-Chat noir wants to beat Kim's ass today. SLAY KITTY SLAY

-YOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! Chat noir giving Dark Humor the Two Piece No Biscuit.

-He gonna cataclysm him! oh sh*t. Chat noir really felt regret about accidentally cataclysming Monarch, but now ready to erase kim. Yea I completely understand. Valid.

-Ladybug understably needed to stop him... But that caused him to get hit with the goofy arrow. Damn

-Ladybug had to detransform and retransform quick. Tikki really sped ate her cookie today.

-She got jokes

-And Ladybug's plan faked him out and now he got a toilet on his head

-Ladybug may also be using this as a chance to work stuff out.

-The ladynoir is cute. But Chat noir was still 100% justified in his beating of dark humor... Except the cataclysm. But I get why he was ready to use it.

-Well at least Kim is owning up to his s***. He is still an idiot. But He is a himbo. But yea, still a dick move early on Kim. Path to redemption Kim. (still forgave him too quickly.) But Ondine will beat his ass if he doesnt stick to it.

-This Adrinette is adorable and sweet and understanding.

-Trauma is still there. Guess she isnt completely over it, which is understandable. It will take some time (or like 3 episodes)

-Adrien went to chloé. Oh damn. You go boy

-Yea, this chloé is season 4-5 chloé alright. Nothing surprising here. She is just vile

-Sabrina looked annoyed at that speech. (Sabrina will remember that)

-Adrien is officially done. He ended it there officially. Friendship over.

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So I have a LOT of thoughts on this.

For one, Every adult in miraculous is an idiot. Sabine, its good you has Socqueline there to help... but that doesnt really mean s***. This is where you work with the school to have her change classes, or even schools. 3 years of that treatment is enough.

Also, Damocles. You gutless coward. Even if it did cost you your job. The fact you let yourself get controlled to let your STUDENTS suffer is gross.

And Kim... Kim you are an idiot. The fact that you didnt even think that a prank like that was too far?! Adrien was more than justified in a cataclysm. But you did apologize and promised to THINK about the consequences. Plus you are a kid. I can forgive. But THIN ICE MY GUY

Chloé, yea season 2 and Season 3 chloé might as well be a completely different character than this chloé. Zoe appeared after harnessing any decency Chloé has left. But yea, I dont care for this chloé. Not gonna defend this chloé.

So this does explain a LOT about Marinette's more cautious personality. But it also doesnt make sense in a way that Marinette didnt really think things through before. Because if thats the case... then the thing that made her a good ladybug was because of a crippling trauma?! I feel like this maybe should have fleshed out younger marinette more.

Socqueline really was like an older sister to Marinette, but sadly it feels like her inclusion without mention before makes this feel like this traumatic event wasnt planned from the get go as the reason Marinette is how she is. Also after what happened to Socqueline. How could Tom and Sabine allow Marinette to go to that school again?! Seriously. Especially after KNOWING Chloé would be in Marinette's class in origins.

Side note, Adrien was 100% perfect this episode. Loved him. Ondine too. I do wish Civilian adrien did get ONE punch on Kim tho. Just one.

Chat noir laying a beating though was great.

Right, so even though I enjoyed the episode to an extent... I cant say it leaves the show in a better place. If anything, I think it leaves things much worse off.

6/10

3 points for the adrinette moments

2 points for Chat noir laying a beating on Kim

1 point because Kim apologized.

Overall I dont like the direction of things this implies

#ml derision #ml derision spoilers #miraculous ladybug #ml spoilers #gale reviews #I am a bit pissed

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can i just say that i love how relatable your ginny is? in many stories ginny is perfect and harry is messed up, but in this they are both a hot mess. and what i love is how you do a great job of portraying ginny’s mindset in a way that not only shows that she blames harry, but also makes the audience blame him. but if you really think about it, she’s just as much the reason if not more that they’re so messed up. not saying harry’s not a complete wreck 24/7, because he definitely is, but our girl’s got trust issues, understandably so cough cough childhood trauma, and she’s all HARRY RUINED EVERYTHING HE DOESNT LET ME IN WHY IS HE LIKE THIS meanwhile this beautiful badass emotional trainwreck of a human is actually blocking him out even more then he’s blocking her and she’s creating problems in her head and making everything way worse for their situation. like harry’s got issues but he’s over being sad and is ready to snog the living fuck out of her and hold her and protect her and be there for her and she’s like why must he be so closed off and push me away and be unwilling to try meanwhile she gets angry every time he so much as breathes and avoids him at all costs but also loves him but has convinced herself it’s all 100% his fault and then gets pissed that she has feelings for him and tells herself more reasons why he sucks. self sabotage at its finest.

i love it. me too ginny

I HAVE HELD ONTO THIS MESSAGE FOR SO LONG BECAUSE I OPEN UP MY INBOX AND READ IT AND GRIN LIKE AN IDIOT!!

also i was reluctant to respond because like HOLY SHIT YOU GET IT!? you know??? you. get. it. and if i go on a total rant about HOW MUCH YOU GET IT i would literally spoil everything lmaooo so i'll try to freak out over this message with minimal spoilers skdfjskldjfs

under the cut because length

when i first set out to start the path from you, i knew the story i wanted to tell, but i knew it had to be a long evolution of both their internal thoughts and their views of each other. because we can make inferences and interpretations of their deepest, most intrinsic thoughts from the source material, but it's really fun for me to ask how does that change after trauma..?

and i knew (I KNEW) i wanted them both to be the most unreliable narrators imaginable. because that's how we think right?? or at least that's how i think, i can't speak for everyone else i suppose, but we rationalize and try to put puzzle pieces together that don't actually fit. and if you look close enough, ginny is such a PERFECT template for this kind of storytelling because she is so strong willed. she is open and emotionally mature with most everyone, except herself?? now a lot of this is me filling in the blanks between CoS and OoTP/HBP but i mean how does a girl spend an entire school year possessed and then just casually go on to be the most well-adjusted, well-liked, social butterfly?

she suppresses. she suppresses HARD.

and with that habit of suppress and overcome, all the sudden she is falling in love? and providing emotional support and a delightful sort of stability to a person who has never felt that in his entire life.

so i ran with it! i sat down and wrote out pages and pages of what ginny thought of harry, and what harry thought of ginny, and how ginny thought harry saw her, and how harry thought ginny saw him... and its the second half of those questions that gets *really* interesting.

how does ginny think harry sees her? how does ginny react when she thinks she can't be that ever again? what happens when suppress and overcome doesn't work anymore? what is she going to do when harry actually decides to open up about something for the first time in his life?

ginny has created this narrative in her head that blames harry and absolves her of guilt because the alternative would be admitting that she has kept him as far away from her as possible because if he saw her (the real her, after all the shit) then she thinks he wouldn't want her anymore. and that is just too devastating for her to even contemplate so she doesn't bother, and she goes along heightening all harry's mistakes in an effort to dampen her own.

and let me tell you... once harry looks outward and stops focusing so much on his own internal war when it comes to his feelings for ginny, he starts getting real tired of it.

#THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THIS MESSAGE #IT HAS BROUGHT ME SO MUCH JOY #AND SO MUCH INSPIRATION #AND SO MUCH MOTIVATION TO KEEP GOING #YOU HAVE NO IDEA #I LOVE YOU ANON #the path from you #anon #answered

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three times {e.m}

Plot: You happen to bump into Eddie Munson three times and you start to see a different side to him.

Character: Eddie Munson x Plus Size Female Reader

Warnings: bullying surrounding weight

part of my e.m ‘pretty eyes’ series

There were three times you officially ran into Eddie Munson. Three times you happened to be in the same place as him at the same time within a period of a few days. You knew who he was, he was infamous and in the same year as you (though this was a repeat year for him). You'd never spoken to him, never interacted until fate decided to throw you together three times in three days.

The first time you and Eddie met happened when you were leaving your English class. You had turned right, heading down a hallway, when all of a sudden Jason Carver - the idiot - stuck his foot out in front of you. You let out a surprised yelp as he tripped you up, your books flying from your hands. You squeezed your eyes shut, expecting to hit the ground but instead your body was grabbed and forced upright by two strong hands. You stumbled, falling against them, your face in their shoulder and when they spoke you immediately knew who it was.

"Shoving random girls because you lost your 'throwing balls into laundry baskets' game huh? Your ego is that fragile that you need to torment the rest of the school to make you feel good again?"

Your head snapped upwards to see those familiar curls and those brown eyes. Eddie Munson, King of the Freaks, had grabbed you, stopping you from falling flat on your face and was currently holding you against him. You wiggled and he immediately dropped his hands from you.

"Aw," Jason cooed, "the freak and the fatso. Lovely couple." You swallowed, your gaze moving to the floor. It wasn't a secret that you were fat, everyone could see it. Honestly you didn't see the big deal, you didn't get why idiots like Jason thought it was something funny to point and laugh at? It was a body, one that wasn't theirs, one that didn't impact on their lives whatsoever and yet he still commented and poked fun at you whenever he had the chance to. You hated Jason but the thing you hated most was how much his words affected you. You knew that he was nothing more than shit on the bottom of your shoe yet why did his words hurt you so much? You'd tried to convince yourself to not listen, to try and love yourself but no matter if you heard one hundred compliments about yourself, that one negative comment set you back big time. You hated it.

Eddie didn't miss a beat, "Know who else is a lovely couple, Carver? Me and your mom." Jason's friends let out a 'oh shit' and Jason's jaw clenched, his cheeks turning a deep shade of red. He stalked towards Eddie, which had you darting behind the curly haired boy, but not once did Eddie flinch or react, "You don't scare me, Carver. I see right through you, you know." Eddie's grin was wide, that shit eating grin that annoyed Jason Carver so much, "On you go. Go stroke your ego by bullying some other innocent person."

Jason, displeased that he wasn't getting the reaction of cowardice he wanted, scoffed before storming away, his friends following behind. Eddie waited until he was gone before he turned to you, "Are you alright?" He asked, eyes scanning over you, "I didn't hurt you when I grabbed you, did I? I didn't want you to fall and hurt yourself."

Surprised that it had been Eddie who saved you, you shook your head, "Uh, n-no. I'm fine... Thanks."

Eddie gave you a small smile, "Oh shit," he said as he remembered your books were scattered on the floor, "managed to save you but not your books." You barely had a chance to react before he'd bent low and picked the three of them up before handing them to you with a wider smile this time, "Here you go."

"Thank you," your voice was quiet, unsure and a little on edge after everything that happened.

"He's a dick," Eddie frowned, glancing back at where Jason and friends had been, "Gets off on putting other people down." He rocked back and forth on his heels as though wanting to say something but unsure how and unsure whether he should.

"I should go," you cleared your throat, hands tighter on your books, "Thanks again."

He nodded, "Yeah, yeah." You began to walk away when he called out, "Hey, pretty eyes!"

You turned around, frowning and looking around, "Are you talking to me?"

He gave a shrug and a half grin, "Don't know your name." Your cheeks felt warm as you looked at him smiling at you. He'd called you 'pretty eyes', no one had ever complimented your eyes before. It sent your stomach into a frenzy but you tried your hardest to remain neutral as you responded with your name. Eddie smiled, "I prefer 'pretty eyes', I like the colour it's making your cheeks go." He didn't miss anything, did he? And bringing attention to your pink cheeks only made them flush a darker shade. Eddie laughed slightly before saying, "Don't listen to him or anyone else that says stuff like that to you."

You frowned, "I mean, he's not wrong though, I am fat. It's not a secret."

Eddie nodded, "I know but people like him... they say it as though it's a bad thing, they say it like it makes you ugly... It doesn't... So yeah, don't listen to them..." He took a few steps backwards, "You're worth more than them all put together." You blinked, touched by how sincere he sounded, "I'll see you around, pretty eyes." He left leaving you feeling a mixture of things but mainly you were just confused.

The second time you encountered Eddie was as you were working. You'd managed to get a job as a cashier in the local supermarket. It wasn't a particularly exciting job, scanning groceries and dealing with the general public but it paid decently so you put up with it. It was a mundane job but usually passed by quite quick. It helped that no people from school usually came by here, their parents would do the grocery shopping for them... That was until a familiar curly haired boy came through your check out with that shit eating grin.

"Hey, pretty eyes." He rocked back and forth on his Converse.

Oh fuck.

The Jason thing had happened yesterday in school and truth be told, you hadn't stopped thinking about Eddie and what he'd said to you yesterday but you hadn't expected him to crop up at your job.

"Are you stalking me?" You asked him with a raised eyebrow as you started scanning his stuff.

He rolled his eyes, "I'm buying my shit for the week, thank you."

You continued to scan his items before you realised that his items consisted of soda, microwave dinners and chips, "Varied diet," you commented with a smirk. If your boss heard you, you'd be fired on the spot but you felt like Eddie could handle a little teasing.

He grinned, "Oh, so she does have a sense of humour!" He clapped his hands together, "Why yes, thank you, I mean have you ever tried one of these?" He asked as he started bagging his food, he held up one of the microwave dinners, "Fucking delicious. Maybe I'll cook you one some day."

You rolled your eyes, laughing slightly, "Sounds great and I'm not selling you this," you held up the six pack of beer, "Gotta be 21, Munson."

Eddie scoffed, "Never stopped anyone from selling it to me before though."

You smiled, putting the beer on the side, "Sorry, I happen to kind of like this job and I like money so no."

He frowned realising you'd referred to him by his surname a moment ago, "You know my name?" He didn't really know why he was so surprised to hear you say it but he liked it, as weird as that sounds. He was used to people saying his name with venom or disgust or attaching 'freak' somewhere to it so it felt nice to have his name said in a playful way.

"Course I know your name, Eddie. You're pretty infamous plus we took a class together last year."

He considered this for a moment before shrugging, "Who's really stalking who then?" He teased before grabbing his stuff, "I'll see you around, pretty eyes." He threw a wink at you before he walked away. As you continued your shift, you couldn't help but keep thinking of that curly haired, brown eyed boy and that silly nickname he had for you.

The third time you happened to meet Eddie Munson was as you were driving through town. You'd been driving on the back roads which always saved time since they were always deserted but as you were driving, your engine began to cut out.

"Seriously?!" You yelled as it began to slow, "Here of all places?! Middle of nowhere?! Ugh." You pulled into the side of the road and just about managed to pull in when the engine completely died and the car came to a complete stop. You got out of your car, looking around to see if anyone was coming but no, no one else was on the road. That was the bad thing about the back roads, if you broke down then it would be pretty hard to find someone to help since they were usually always deserted.

You were hopeless with cars too. You didn't know how to diagnose the issue never mind try and fix it so you needed help. You knew that to get onto the main road it would be a forty minute walk pretty much either way and you just didn't want to do that. You didn't know where the nearest phone box was either to call for help but then as you turned around you realised that you happened to be right outside of the trailer park. With a shrug, you decided to venture down to it to see if you could either a: find someone who'd call a mechanic for you or better yet b: find someone who'd be able to fix the issue.

You'd never been in the trailer park actually. You'd heard some dodgy stuff about it but then again, those were murmurs of judgemental people and who were you to judge? You passed by a couple of trailers that didn't look like anyone was home before your eyes landed on a trailer which had the windows open and you could hear someone playing guitar. They were good, whoever it was.

You approached the door and knocked as loud as you could so that you could be heard over the noise of their guitar playing. You were as they stopped and you could hear shuffling as they approached the door before it swung open to reveal-

"Holy shit." You couldn't help the murmur of surprise as you saw Eddie Munson.

There he stood, eyebrows raised in surprise with that smirk, as he crossed his arms and leaned against the doorframe, "Now I'm really starting to think you're stalking me, pretty eyes."

You couldn't help but laugh because of course the trailer you'd happened to knock upon was Eddie Munson's; of course it was. Eddie looked at you amused as you laughed, "For fuck's sake," you breathed out before you were able to tell him why you were here, "Sorry, I didn't expect you of all people... Anyway, my car broke down just outside the trailer park. Your trailer was the first one I decided to knock, no stalking just sheer coincidence."

"Three times in three days doesn't seem like coincidence, I'd say that fate is working here, wanting us to meet, pretty eyes." He widened his eyes before winking, that grin a permanent fixture on his lips.

You rolled your eyes, "You know my name's (y/n)."

"I know," he said, "but I like pretty eyes better cause you have, as it says on the tin, pretty eyes." You liked the way he spoke, so playful and teasing, it was refreshing to be around actually, "Car troubles, huh? Lead the way for I shall be your saviour!" You giggled at his silliness, you really quite liked that about him actually. You liked how unserious he was, how playful his nature was. He never took himself or life too seriously, you needed that actually. Eddie Munson felt like a breath of fresh air.

As the two of you walked, you didn't really know what to say to him but Eddie filled the silence as the pair of you walked up the hill to your car, "What were you doing driving in these parts anyway?" He asked, "Figured you'd live on the other side of town."

"I do," you nodded, "I just use the back roads since it's quicker, never anyone on it... Not the best idea when my car happened to break down though."

"Ach, don't lie, pretty eyes. You probably broke it down on purpose just so I could be your saviour and call you pretty eyes again, huh?" He nudged your side making you roll your eyes.

"Oh totally because running into you twice in two days wasn't enough I had to make it a third."

Eddie laughed, liking that you could banter back with him, before the two of you stopped short of your car. Eddie popped the hood and had you turn the engine a few times, "Seems like your battery's dead," he concluded, closing the hood of your car, "I can charge it for you, we just need to get it to my trailer."

"And how do we do that?"

He rolled the sleeves of his Hellfire Club t-shirt up ("Do you always wear that?" You'd asked. Eddie replied with a, "Always.") before he told you that you would get into the car and steer and brake and he'd be behind the car pushing it.

So, that's what you did.

It didn't take too long but when the two of you got to the hill to get into the trailer park, you were freaking out. Eddie had climbed into the passenger side since he didn't need to push as your foot pressed the brake down for all it was worth.

"Just ease it off and then put it down again," he coached you, "A little bit at a time. Easy. You've got this."

But oh no, you didn't have this.

The first few metres were easy but then the steeper the hill got, the less the car reacted to the brakes and then... your foot slipped. "Oh shit!" You squealed, squeezing your eyes shut and clutching the steering wheel as the car began to pick up pace, rolling down the hill.

"Why are your eyes shut? Oh my god!" Eddie yelled as he grabbed the steering wheel trying to direct the car in a direction that wouldn't be into the side of his van, "Brake! Brake! Brake!" With eyes still closed, you slammed your foot on the brakes and the car stopped suddenly, jolting the two of you forwards. "Jesus H Christ," Eddie muttered releasing a breath.

You opened your eyes, looking out of the window. You were right outside Eddie's trailer, car narrowly missing the back of the van. You turned your head to look at Eddie who was looking at you before the two of you burst into laughter, that type of laughter that you can't calm down and when you do, you look at each other and burst into laughter again. It took around five minutes before the two of you were composed enough to leave the car.

"I'm never letting you drive again," Eddie muttered as he led you to his trailer.

"I'm a perfectly good driver, thank you. Just not when the car doesn't really work and there's a hill involved!"

He rolled his eyes before dramatically opening the door, bowing low before saying, "Enter into my humble abode."

"I really don't mind just sitting in my car you know, I don't want to intrude-"

"C'mon," he said, taking your wrist and giving you a gentle tug into his trailer, "I apologise for the mess, I was not expecting a pretty girl to visit today or any day for that matter."

You scoffed, "I'm not pretty so you don't have to worry about that-"

Eddie turned to look at you with a frown, "I happen to think you're very pretty, hence the name pretty eyes... You're actually pretty beautiful, (y/n)." It was the first time that he'd ever addressed you by name. It shocked you since it made you realise he was serious, made you straighten up and made you nod in acceptance of his answer as those butterflies swarmed in your stomach like the previous day.

Eddie directed you to the couch where the TV played and handed you the remote, "I'll sort out the battery stuff, you can chill here or you can explore," he shrugged, "whatever." He raided through a cupboard before producing a battery charger and then he left to start charging it.

You decided to wander a little. The trailer was pretty cramped yet very homely. Hats and mugs adorned the walls, a pretty large collection that spanned decades. As you walked down the hall, you could see a mattress on the floor and on top of it was the guitar that he'd been playing before you'd knocked on the door. You walked into his bedroom, seeing posters that covered the walls, posters of bands, some you knew, some you didn't. From people's pre-conceived ideas of Eddie Munson, they would say he worshipped the devil, that his trailer would be full of satanic shit and yet as you looked around, it was a normal bedroom. The mattress on the floor with a crumpled duvet and various pillows, a couple of chests of drawers with various knick-knacks that rested atop. He had a record player and various records along with a boombox and lots of cassettes. On the bed side table, a framed photo of a young Eddie (who you wouldn't have recognised had it not been for the wide grin and dark eyes since his hair was buzzed) and an older man. You weren't sure who it was. Your attention turned back to the posters on the walls.

"You know any?"

You spun around, seeing Eddie leaning against the doorframe watching you with curious eyes, "Shit, sorry. I was just curious."

He shook his head, "By all means... Do you know any of the bands?"

"Some of them," you said, turning back to look at the variety of posters, "most of them I don't."

"Well maybe one day you'll let me play them for you."

"Yeah, I'd like that." And you meant it. There was something that you liked about Eddie, something that interested you and intrigued you and honestly, you wanted to know more. You followed him back out into the living room.

"So it's charging but it's gonna take a while. A full charge will take like half a day but a little boost to at least get you home will take a couple of hours..." He tucked his hands into his pockets, "Now I don't expect you to stay here for that length of time, it's too long and I know you don't wanna be stuck with me-"

"Who said I didn't want to be stuck with you?" You asked, challenging him with a raised brow and a slight smile.

Eddie held his hands up, "I'm just saying, it's not the most fun place to be so I don't mind driving you home and then once your car's charged I could drop it off at your place."

You flopped onto the couch, "You're not getting rid of me that easy, Munson. I'll stay a couple of hours, if that's okay?"

Eddie nodded all too eagerly, "That's- Yeah! That's fine with me." He rubbed the back of his neck, "Are you hungry?"

Not three and a half minutes later and Eddie was serving you a microwaveable dinner. It was a roast chicken dinner with mashed potatoes, vegetables and gravy which he'd generously poured on for you, "It's delicious," he told you as he gave it to you, "they're just as good as a the real homemade thing. I mean, you don't have to have me telling you that me and my uncle aren't the richest so... it works for us."

You tried it, taking a bit of everything before you turned to him, "Holy shit," you murmured, "you're right. This is freaking good!"

Eddie grinned. He liked that you didn't judge him for the trailer or his run down van or the fact they couldn't afford ingredients to make a proper meal. He liked that you just enjoyed his slice of life with him, it meant a lot to him actually. He'd never had a girl over who ate dinner with him and hung out on the sofa, most would leave after an hour in the bedroom, "Didn't I tell you?" He said as he tucked into his own, "They're great." The two of you finished eating, discarding the plates by the side.

"I can get you a discount, you know," you told him as you took a sip of the water he'd given you, "only when I'm working though so we'd have to arrange it on days I'm in the shop. Fifteen percent off all items in store." Eddie went to decline, not wanting any charity but you quickly told him, "I give it to all my friends. My friends will buy hair and beauty stuff with the discount. My dad will buy his beer with the discount. My mum does the full shop with the discount. I just... I just like helping people I care about."

His brow quirked upwards, "Oh, so you care about me?" Your cheeks burned and Eddie cackled as he saw that familiar shade of red.

"So what if I do?" You asked, feeling a little bit brave, "Is that so bad that Eddie Munson has a friend?"

"A friend?" He asked, "Oh, Princess-" your heart accelerated at the nickname, "that would be terrible."

"And why would it be terrible?" You asked, not realising that you and Eddie had both been leaning in towards each other until you felt your noses softly bump off the other.

"Because I want to be more than your friend," he whispered, pulling back slightly to gauge your reaction. Again your cheeks burned but you didn't pull away, you didn't show any negative signs actually so Eddie moved back in, watching as your eyes fluttered shut before he pulled back with a wide grin, "Are you waiting for something, pretty eyes?"

Your eyes shot open, seeing that he'd moved away and was grinning. You gasped in shock, "Eddie Munson, you tease!" He laughed again, loud and booming, "I should walk out of here right now and-" you stood but he was quicker, stepping towards you, stalking you, cornering you.

"Yeah?" He asked, cutting you off, eyes darker with a hint of lust behind them, "Where would you go, pretty eyes? Can't use your car, you're in an unfamiliar part of town... Where would you go?" He lifted his arms so that they were pressed against either side of the wall next to your head.

You swallowed hard as your heart beat faster and faster. You could smell him - weed, cologne and leather all mixed together - and my god, you hadn't noticed how nice his eyes were. Deciding to tease him back, you leaned in, lips skimming over his cheek as your hands slipped down his torso and into his pocket. His breath hitched.

"I'd use your car," you whispered before plucking his keys from his pocket and dangling them in front of his face.

He blinked, confused for a second, before he realised, "Oooh, you're a bit of a tease too." He snatched them back from you, pocketing them once again.

"I don't know what you're talking about," you said as you tried your best to not smirk. Eddie leaned in close as his hand cupped your cheek gently, cold rings against your warm skin, "Kiss me," you whispered, needy and desperate, "Please, Eds."

He grinned, "Now how could I refuse such a pretty girl with pretty eyes and pretty words?" He responded softly before finally, pressing your lips together. It all felt right, as he deepened the kiss, hands pulling your body to meet his in the middle. You didn't flinch away when he touched you, no, in fact you craved it; craved his touch and his attention. It was all too soon he pulled away, panting and grinning as he pressed your foreheads together.

"I guess it was fate all alone," he whispered before moving back in to capture your lips. Those few hours would pass by pretty quickly when you can't stop making out with a boy who drives you crazy.

There were three times you officially ran into Eddie Munson by accident... Every time after that, every date, every late night rendezvous, well those were all very much intentional.

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Okay so I've had this soulmark au thingy stuck in my head since my mind, running through multiple ideas at once like usual, accidentally crossed wires on "Shisui" and "soulmates"

Fair warning this is a bit long so uh,, sorry lmao

So! Au where the most of the shinobi population and a portion of the civilian population started developing what they called soulmarks because the higher entities got really tired of everyone killing everyone like idiots-

these soulmarks seem to form on your skin (Haven't decided what they look like) after you meet someone you can truly trust to have your back. Since soulmarks are about trust, loyalty, etc they have nothing to do with any romantic feelings (though they're probably romanticized in media). It is very common to have multiple soulmarks, and they aren't limited to just humans! Those with summons/animal companions they work with almost always get soulmarks to represent their animal partner(s) due to their extreme loyalty.

Soulmarks don't tend to form immediately after meeting but over time- though some get suspicious after a year markless. Sometimes people don't fit together as well as they think, sometimes they change and get along after time, sometimes one of them just can't bring themself to trust the other yet, etc. There's many reasons and cases of those who you think you should have a mark for not forming- while a clear reason is unknown, it quickly became a death/betrayal omen in the more superstitious shinobi communities.

Some extra info- Academy kids soulmarks with their classmates are often taken into consideration for team formations. If the person who's soulmark is in danger, it feels like pins and needles under your skin. If they feel extreme emotions, it either heats up or goes cold. Death causes soulmarks to darken and fade, but soulmarks only truly disappear when you can no longer trust them at all- often followed by betrayal. Soulmarks can be onesided- though more often in the case of one of them being very young (ex: siblings).

Now with all of that, some ideas-

• Kakashi's first soulmarks were his ninken

• Tenzo's first soulmark was Kakashi, i think it kind of freaked him out

• Shisui and Itachi formed soulmarks for each other as soon as they met, despite Itachi being so very young

• Shisui has soulmarks with his Yamanaka family despite refusing to realize he was practically adopted

• Shisui has soulmarks for his summons, which is a very big matter of pride for them

• Kakashi never formed soulmarks with his childhood team

• Gai has shed tears of joy, multiple times, for every soulmark he has

• Shisui and Kisame formed soulmarks for each other

• Kisame got a soulmark for Samehada and Shisui lost his mind when he found out because wtf

• at least one member of Squad Two has unknowingly formed a onesided soulmark with Naruto

• Genma has a habit of checking his soulmarks multiple times a day

• Raidou is fascinated by soulmarks and wants to study them

• Kagami never had a soulmark for Danzo, Sarutobi did and refuses to acknowledge what it means now it's gone

And now the one idea that started it all ✨

• Squad Two not having a soulmark for Shisui, possibly onesided where Shisui has theirs, until right before Danzo betrays him :)

Two main ways you could take this- Shisui somehow surviving the first attempt bc everyone who has his soulmark is pretty much alerted to that he's in danger

Or in hope au style, Shisui doesn't survive and wakes up in the past only for the others to get his soulmark and getting almost phantom sensations bc he's reacting to a danger that technically hasn't happened- maybe even his mark being unnaturally darker than it should be..

Also I'd just love to see how the others would react to having a soulmark from Shisui during his long mission bc it seems like it just kept getting worse for him LMAO

Do with this what you will, i just needed to write it down and get it out of my head so it would stop haunting me

Anyways I hope you're having a great day <3

Wowza!!! ✨✨✨

This is just a magnificent ask, I'm so impressed with the thought you've put into this AU! The delicious delicious platonic found family angst!!!!

What if 🥹 shisui had the squads soul marks the whole time 🥹 but they were between his shoulders (like wings) so he never saw them 🥹 and the burn just blended in with the pain of training, the buzzing chakra of Shunshin, the shame of sharingan eyes always watching him and finding him lacking 🥹 can you fucking imagine them begging to know why shisui didn't trust them with his problems and he breaks down and says they can't accuse him of that shit when he knows he gave them marks but they never gave him any back 😭 the angst, the gut wrenching whump.... This is such a good AU, anon!!!

SHISUI AND KISAME FORMING SOULMARKS AFTER LITERALLY A WEEK WORKING TOGETHER IM SO EMOTIONAL FOR THEM LMAO I CANT DECIDE IF IT'S BETTER THAT THEY DONT REALISE UNTIL AFTER THEY'VE SPLIT WAYS AND HAVE SEPERATE "OH SHIT" REACTIONS AND THEN SHUFFLE AROUND IT FOR AGES OR THEY GET THEM AS SOON AS THEY STAND UNITED AGAINST THE WORLD AND THEY SIMULTANEOUSLY FEEL THE SEAR OF THE MARK AND-!!! OOOOOH BOYYYYYY

Ino was born with Shisui's soulmark on her besides her parents'🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹❤️‍🔥

This is so beautiful and interesting, anon, thanks for sharing with us!!!! Have a great day, this was a lovely way to wrap up the week 🥰

#torship #torship talks #ask #anon #shisui #shisui soulmark au #soulmark au #platonic soulmates #kisame #yamanaka shisui #inoichi dad and shisui son #au of hope au #kisame x shisui #KisaShi

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alatar-and-pallando · 6 months

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I unlocked some more Deep Friend Lore the other day. This tale comes from Greg, a middle-aged guy who's in one of our D&D groups. As I was telling him about my friend Dan's summer selling ice cream for the mafia, Greg brought up the Yakuza and started recounting a story about his time as a Mormom missionary in Japan. (He’s no longer a believer.) He rambled a bit in the telling, but we learned:

He was there with a whole group of other missionaries, all grouped in pairs but reporting to a single guy locally.

There was one pair there who was just trouble -- between the two of them, they did a lot of shoplifting luxury goods (because local shopkeeps tended to display their wares outside and it was very easy to just walk off with them) and one of them knocked a girl up.

They lived in an apartment complex in an area with a fairly large Yakuza presence. The apartment didn’t have a shower or bath, so they went to the local bathhouse, where they’d sometimes run into Yakuza. They’re easily recognizable because of their tattoos and, well, one other distinctive feature, which we’ll get to shortly.

High-up Yakuza are unfailingly polite, Greg reports. But the lower-level guys, they’re aggressive, they like to posture.

In Japan, there’s a stereotype about Americans having big dicks. In the bathhouse, where bathers are nude, these low-level Yakuza saw these Americans as a challenge.

They’d swagger up to Greg, dicks swinging, and challenge him to a literal dick-measuring contest, and ask, “But can Americans offer the girls this?”

There’s a tradition among Yakuza of “pearling,” which involves embedding surgical steel or silicone balls under the skin of the penis (for her pleasure, etc.) -- thus named because in the old days, the implanted objects would be actual pearls.

At this point, I notice that Greg's college-aged son Austin, who's sitting there at the table with us, has turned absolutely crimson and is hiding his face in his hands. He's never heard this story before and will never unhear it.

“Sometimes," Greg says, "I’d be sitting there with my eyes closed, and I’d feel a presence in front of me and just dread opening my eyes because I knew there’d be a dick there.”

Anyway, one of the bad-boy missionaries was a favorite target of theirs. But this guy didn’t react the smart way, by simply refusing to be goaded or intimidated. No, he’d posture right back.

Between this and his habit of shoplifting, eventually, the yakuza mooks informed him that they were going to kill him.

The missionary freaks out and calls up his superior, fudging the truth about the circumstances. The superior immediately starts calling around to all the missionaries in the area and assembles a team of the biggest ones to protect the idiot.

One of these guys is an unusually tall and beefy Hawaiian, the son of a former world bodybuilding champion.

So this bunch of Mormon missionaries pulls up in a van as the yakuza are assembling outside the apartment building.

The Hawaiian guy goes right up to the ringleader of the threatening yakuza and picks him up by the throat and tells him never to mess with Stupid Missionary again. Greg swears the ringleader pissed himself.

Anyway, the bad-boy missionaries eventually got sent home in disgrace, not because of the Yakuza thing or the knocking someone up thing but because of all the stealing. Their superior searched their luggage before letting them head to the airport and discovered that between the two of them, they’d packed seven expensive leather jackets.

#japan #mormonism cw #tho to be clear he's extremely EX mormon now #stories #yakuza #my posts

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haveyouseenthisskeleton · 11 months

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Hi! Love your blog and hcs for skellies very much! Can I ask how the main 10 will react to the fact that their child came and said that they was thinking about their death. Like, you know, just such an alarming thought has arisen in their head and doesn't want to leave.

Feel free to ignore it, if it makes you uncomfortable.

Thank you!

Undertale Sans - Oh just great. The man just wanted to have some breakfast, not a philosophic talk with his kid about life and death. Why is S/O always absent for these types of things?! Sans tries to comfort them the best he can, but he is so uncomfortable, as, you know, he's not really at ease with the topic either. He might search for some kid books to help the kid think about this.

Undertale Papyrus - Papyrus tries so hard to hide the fact he is REALLY concerned right now and tries to change the subject so bad. Since the kid is insisting, he takes on himself and starts to talk about the basis, and what happened when someone die, and that it's not as dramatic as they think. He is very uncomfortable the whole time, but the kid seems to be at ease after the talk. Can we please never talk about this ever again? THANK YOU.

Underswap Sans - Well, Blue expected this kind of questions eventually, since he's doing a dangerous job as a cop officer, and he thought he heard some mean kids say that one of these days he would get killed and he would be an orphan. Blue answers all of his kid questions and tries to reassure them that even if something happened, they better cherish the memories of the person their lost instead of thinking of their death as a whole. He then says that his kid should focus on living each day at 100% and to not think of what to comes. The kid feels better after this.

Underswap Papyrus - Oh. Uh... He's sweating really hard right now. This is not how he expected his day to go. He sits with the kid and answers their questions very awkwardly and as vague as possible because he doesn't really want to talk about this and wants to change the subject as soon as possible.

Underfell Sans - "ya know kid, there's more people dead than alive on this planet, one of these days, ya and me are just going to join them." Thank you so much Red, the kid is now: terrified.

Underfell Papyrus - Being a Fell monster and seeing death almost every day when he was Captain of the Royal Guard, Edge is not the most empathic about this, or the most subtile by the way. He tells straight his kid that yes, one of this day, he's going to die and that's just how life is and they should accept it as quick as possible. The kid got insomnia for three weeks after that. Great parenting, Edge.

Horrortale Sans - Oak is triggered and immediately steps away from his kid, not answering. He needs to calm down. He really doesn't want to talk about death right now, not so soon after leaving the damn Underground. The kid is confused but thankfully won't ask again and think of something else.

Horrortale Papyrus - Willow stays very distant but tries to answer the best he can. The subject is highly sensitive and he can't stop seeing horrible flashbacks of what happened Underground as he talks. Once the kid stops asking things, Willow isolates in his room to have the panic attack he's holding back to not scare his kid. He needs a moment.

Swapfell Sans - Nox is suspicious. Why now? Did someone dare to threaten his kid? If so, they're so dead. Nox changes the subject and diverts the kid's attention with the TV, but he's definitely going to investigate. He's concerned, and kinda freaking out right now because what if someone wants to hurt his kid and he's not there? He's not letting his kid goes outside again. Rus says he's paranoid and that's just a thing all kids asked. Nox screamed back that Rus didn't asked that. Rus just stared at him like "Duh dude, I saw you get shot 300 times Underground idiot".

Swapfell Papyrus - Rus answers the kid questions quite fine, trying to dedramatize the whole thing and reassuring the kid it won't happened before a long time and to not think too much about this. He then explains a bit what was his universe to his kid, because why not. One of these days, they would have asked, that's quite the occasion to do so.

Fellswap Gold Sans - He explains in details to the kid several ways to die before old age and what happened to human bodies after they got buried with images. The kid refused to sleep alone in his bed for the next three months, screaming and crying everytime they think of this. S/O screamed at him, Wine just said that the kid asked for it, it's not his fault human bodies decay as time passes??? Get mummyfied or burned to ashes or something if you don't want to be eaten by worms! The kid cries even more. That's why Wine shouldn't have children.

Fellswap Gold Papyrus - Why don't you two go painting or something? Yeah, painting sounds right. Anything to not think of this. Coffee really doesn't want to talk about this.

#undertale #underswap #underfell #horrortale #swapfell #fellswap gold #sans #papyrus #undertale ask blog #undertale asks #undertale imagines #undertale headcanons #tw death

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imkittyjustkitty · 2 years

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Kitty's Daily Pride — Day 5

prompt ; strength

pairings ; Peggy Carter x Reader

summary ; Nothing went right today, anything that could possibly go wrong, did. It's all too much and all that you want is for your girlfriend to hold you in her arms and comfort you, to promise that everything will be alright.

+ fem!reader (no pronouns but reader wears a skirt and and reader's boss is sexist so yeah)

warnings ; pet names (love, darling, & dear used endearingly by Peggy, sweet cheeks used derogatorily by reader's boss) , swearing , sexism (reader has a shitty boss) , creeps trying to look at reader in places they should not be , talk of reader being overstimulated , talk about being/feeling sick , reader is overwhelmed and freaking out , basically just a bunch of bad stuff bc reader had a shit day

genre ; hurt/comfort

word count ; 1119

A/N ; hiii !! here's some peggy comfort <3 is this somewhat inspired by me having a bad day ? yes indeed sdnkfnk , i also plan on writing more peggy comfort because i love her sm <3

do not steal, repost, or redistribute my work in any way.

To put it simply, you'd had the worst day. You'd arrived late to work due to the fact that your girlfriend Peggy, who would usually wake you both up, had stayed late at her job last night and subsequently not being able to come home that night, meaning by the time you woke up you were almost an hour late and rushing out of your apartment with the overwhelming worry that you'd forgotten something.

You had. You'd forgotten half of your work uniform, so then you were showing up to your job in yes, the right shirt, but you had completely forgotten to change your bottoms and now you were wearing dark grey pants to your job as a waitress. And your boss was not happy.

He would never shut up about 'professionalism and presentation in the workplace' but really he just wanted to see his female employees in skirts and it was disgusting. You hated it but you couldn't do anything about it, you needed a job.

But sometimes, it was way too much for you to handle. The diner you work at just never stopped being overstimulating and overwhelming, it felt like a punishment for something you hadn't done.

Your hellish day didn't stop at being reprimanded by your boss for wearing the wrong uniform, and not just the wrong uniform but for wearing 'pants? I think you're a bit confused sweet cheeks'.

He forced you to wear a spare skirt from a waitress who had previously worked there, and it was not at all your size. It was dusty and torn at the seam, so every step you took you had to awkwardly pull it up to make sure it didn't fall right off you. You received weird looks all around you, and the occasional creep watching you carefully, waiting for your skirt to slip so they could see your exposed skin. You felt fucking sick.

And then every customer at the diner seemed to decide that today was the day they all turn against you, and make sure they were the rudest and most impatient people that is humanly possible, and push you to the edge knowing that you couldn't react for the sake of your job.

You'd had enough when you'd finally left your job, making your way home, and realised when in the rush of leaving for work this morning, you'd locked your apartment keys inside your apartment. Which in the grand scheme of things should not have been the mental blow it was, yeah maybe a bit of a panic before realising your girlfriend also had a key, and that'd be it. But no, today had been terrible. It had been so trying on you mentally and this, of all things, had been your last straw.

So now you found yourself sliding your back down the wooden door of your locked apartment, tears pouring out as you pull your knees up and hide your face.

You hate your habit of waking up late no matter how hard you try to change your sleep schedule in a way that would benefit you.

You hate your boss for being so backwards and idiotic.

You hate the customers at the diner for being so disgusting and rude.

You hate yourself for forgetting to get your key out of your apartment before you locked it in there.

But most of all, you miss your girlfriend and you hate how long it's been since you've last seen her.

You don't know how long you've been sat here, head between your legs, not even trying to calm down, just crying and crying and crying. You don't know if people have seen you sobbing in the hallway, and quickly turned the other way, or how many people have walked past you as quietly and rapidly as possible to get past and away from the weeping girl on the second floor of an apartment complex...

"Y/n!? Darling is that you??"

Your body immediately freezes at the familiar voice and hurried footsteps nearing your trembling figure.

"Oh love, oh dear c'mere, what happened?" Peggy asks you, bending down to rest the balls of her feet as she rests her palms on your shaking knees, her heart breaking as she takes in the view of you, broken and crying at the door of your shared apartment.

You try to slow your ragged breathing to answer your girlfriend, but all that comes out is a strangled whine, and Peggy's heart breaks impossibly more.

"Oh love, it's okay, i'm here," Peggy comfort you as she moves to sit next to you, pulling you to her chest and soothingly rubbing your back.

"It's okay dear, I'm here," Peggy whispers comforting things to you as you wrap your arms around her, she tells you about something funny she overheard about a co-worker, a memory of when she was a kid, she tells you anything sweet and funny that comes to mind, no matter how small.

She tells you about how her least favourite smell is that of strawberries, for no discernible reason other than the fact that it is far too sweet of a scent, and that 'really, strawberries taste nice so they already have that going for them, but then they also smell sweet? I don't trust it, no one needs that much going for them', which makes you giggle at your girlfriend, looking up from where you head is buried in her chest, to see your beautiful Peggy smiling down at you, love and adoration flooding her soft eyes.

"Thank you, Peg," you whisper, as she moves her sleeve to gently wipe stray tears off your cheeks.

"Of course love, I'm always here for you, okay?"

You let out a deep breath and nod your head, "Yeah.. Peg, I love you, ya'know?"

"I love you too Y/n," Peggy grins softly at you.

After a moment of you two just enjoying being in each other's presence, Peggy speaks up.

"Ok well, I don't know about you but it is so bloody cold out here," She laughs, starting to stretch her arms, "How about we head in, yeah?"

"Yeah, it is pretty cold," You smile at your girlfriend as she helps you stand up on shaky legs, still holding your hand as she goes to unlock the apartment door.

Smiling as the two of you walk into your shared apartment, you watch your beautiful girlfriend as she grabs her bag and carries it in with her, heels clicking along the wooden floor boards. You can't help but feel like everything is and will be okay, because as long as you have Peggy, the love of your life by your side, everything will work out.

reblogs are appreciated so much !!

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