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6ix9inewiturmom · 1 day

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The Scare- Chris Sturniolo

Summary: you end up having one of the biggest pregnancy scares of your life while chris is in boston

Warnings: Cursing, Crying, use of Y/N, talks of sex, taking a pregnancy test

A/n: may be tmi but lowkey relate to this so this was easy to write LMFAOO, ENJOY

PSA: DO NOT USE MY WORK FOR “inspiration” OR ANYTHING ELSE!!

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Chris has been in Boston for the last 2 weeks, and he's finally coming home. I decided to shower and shave before he came home because that man is the most sexually active 20-year-old I've ever met, the Facetime sex at 3 am for him isn't nearly enough to satisfy both of our needs.

After my hour-long shower, I'm digging through my shared bathroom with Chris in an attempt to find my body lotion to prevent my dry ass skin in this heat when I find my box of tampons, which got me thinking I haven't had a period in a while and Chris and I aren't the safest people when it comes to sex because neither of us can even remember to put a condom on, it always fucks up my mood.

“Shit,” I say to my self.

Chris and I are only 20 and with his career there's no fucking way in HELL we can have a kid or even raise a kid, I am nowhere near ready to raise an actual child.

I open my Flo app and see the little circle that's normally red is grey ‘1 week late’

“Shit shit shit,” I say out loud again, panicking.

I can't keep it from him, he's gonna see the pregnancy test in the trash. Would he be mad if I kept it from him? Should I just tell him? Should I go to Tara?

After about 30 minutes of standing in the bathroom looking at the message in my phone, panicking about what to do, I just decided I was gonna tell Chris, he loves me, and we've talked about having kids way later in life anyway, he couldn't be mad.

I finally built up the courage and got dressed in a pair of tight ripped jeans and a baby tee, with some Converse, and sat on the couch waiting for Chris to come home going through Tiktok and whatever else was on my phone.

“BABY IM HOME” Chris yells from the stairs

I squeal in excitement as I spot Chris and run towards him. Jumping into his arms, he effortlessly lifts me, allowing me to wrap my legs around his waist.

“Umm Y/N there are other people here too you know? Also, Chris get out of the fucking way so we can fucking put our shit down” Nick says in annoyance.

“Well hello to you too Nick,” I say jumping out of Chris’ arms moving out of the doorway, and letting Matt and Nick come inside the house.

“Sorry babes, we've all been up since about 6 am Boston time trying to catch our flight we almost missed because your fucking boyfriend wouldn't get the hell out of bed” Nick replies sending me a soft smile and giving me a soft hug.

“To be fair none of us went to bed at a decent time, mom was making sure we had everything packed so we didn't leave anything behind” matt defends.

“Thank you, Matt, now Y/N do you wanna take a nap? I know we were gonna go out to dinner but I'm very fucking jet lagged and kinda just want to order dinner and watch movies with you” Chris wraps his arms around my waist nuzzling his head between my neck as my hands rest on his shoulders.

“Thats fine with me i don't mind” i pull away from his embrace and smile at him.

Chris grabs his luggage and my hand and guides me to our shared bedroom. As we enter the room he seats his luggage down and plops on the bed letting out a groan of frustration.

“I have missed this damn bed, don't ask me how I slept in that bed at my mom's house for god knows how long because this one is so much more comfortable,” Chris says adjusting the way he's laying to rest his head down on the pillows. “Now after 2 weeks of no sex and just my right hand, I'm gonna need to fuck the ever-loving shit out of you” he smirks at me patting his lap and signaling me to sit on it.

“Yeah so about that” give him an awkward smile “So I didn't know how to approach this to you, 'cause you know we're not the most responsible sexually active humans” I start babbling getting nervous of his reaction based on the puzzled look on his face.

“Y/N what the hell are you getting at? cause if you don’t wanna have sex with me right now that’s fine just say that, but considering our last facetime call the constant ‘oh chris i need your cock’ was really misleading to me” he says with a puzzled faced.

“Chris i’m late” i breathe out.

“late for what? did we have reservations for dinner? did you have something for work?” he says with frustration in his voice.

“No Chris my period, I'm late, my period is LATE, I'm 1 week late today,” I say aggressively from his lack of acknowledgement.

“wait we haven’t had sex in 2 weeks? i’m confused” he sits up moving to the edge of the bed.

“last time we had sex i was ovulating, remember when i told you like a while ago that if im ovulating means im FERTILE?” i say in frustration.

“Fuck” he runs his fingers through his hair “Did you take a test? Do you know for sure that you are pregnant?” he questions

“No, and no, I didn't wanna take a test without you, and I for SURE didn't wanna hide it from you,” I say softly sitting next to him on the bed.

“So why the hell are you freaking out now? You don't know for sure that you are” he asks placing his head in his hands.

“Because you and I are nowhere near ready for a fucking kid Chris, your career, and my inability to even fucking care for myself some days, yeah there's no fucking way I can care for a child who can't even speak on its emotions, Chris” I stand up out of frustration and start pacing.

I can tell Chris obviously got upset with my statement about our ability to care for a child but i was stressed and honestly wasn't thinking.

"I want you to know that I care about you deeply, Y/N. If you are indeed pregnant, please know that I will do everything in my power to support you and our child. Even if it means giving up my career, I will do it willingly. Let's go get a pregnancy test and we can talk about everything else later, okay? I am here for you, and I will always be." he says, his voice filled with empathy and understanding as he gently cups my cheeks in his hands, rubbing them softly up and down and warm smile spreads across his face.

As our eyes meet, a warm smile spreads across his face and I can't help but return it. He takes my hand in his and gently guides me towards the living room, his grip firm yet gentle. The coolness of his skin against mine sends shivers down my spine.

“Girl, were you guys arguing? Normally after we come home from Boston it's all ‘Oh Chris more, more’ typically a traumatic event” Nick says mocking me with a smile plastered across his face.

“Y/N and I are running to CVS so well be back in a little,” Chris says walking him and me down the stairs and to my car.

The drive to CVS was filled with a bunch of conversations and laughter, talking about if I was pregnant how we would raise our child, and Chris talking about the dad jokes he's gonna have, and considering he's a triplet he carries the genetic that I'm probably gonna twins or triplets.

“How many of these things do we need? What brand is best? why are there so many options?” Chris says holding 3 boxes of pregnancy tests and struggling to figure out which one to pick “fuck it why don't we buy all of them and use one pack tonight then we'll have the extra on hand in case our irresponsibility gets the best of us” he continues.

Chris and I walked up to the front counter and dropped the boxes of tests. The worker behind the counter took a look at the tests and then looked back at us, giving us a fake smile. After ringing up the purchase, we made our way to my car.

“So do you think you are pregnant?” Chris says breaking the silence.

“I mean normally my cycles are normal and a week late is not normal at all but it could be my hormones changing or something, but I do wanna make sure,” I say glancing at Chris nervously biting his nails.

“You were right about how irresponsible we are with our sex lives but when we first started fucking we knew the risk of everything and I mean our kids would be pretty cute,” he says placing his hand on my leg and rubbing a small circle with his thumb.

Chris and I pulled up into the driveway. As we got out of the car, he held my hand tightly and carried the CVS bag in the other hand as we made our way into the house and up the staircase.

“did you get any snacks?” Nick says eating a bowl of popcorn on the couch with Matt watching the most random movie on Netflix.

“Uhm no I just got a couple of personal things” I say nervously holding up the bag and sending a warm smile to Nick.

Chris and I pretty much B lined to the bathroom, anxiously “So which one do we use?” Chris says looking down at the boxes.

“Just give me the one that says Clearblue” i say softly laughing as Chris opens the box for me and inspects it before handing me the little stick.

“Do you want me to hold the stick while you piss? I'm sorry I have no idea how these things work” he says laughing allowing his back to slide down the wall and sit with his back against the shower door.

“Chris it's fine i know how to use these, believe me my friends in highschool weren't the most responsible either” I say laughing beginning to pee on the little white and blue stick.

“So how long do we wait?” Chris says helping me take a seat on the floor next to him.

“5 minutes” I breathe out setting a 5-minute timer on my phone and leaning my head against the shower door.

As we sat in the bathroom, waiting for the pregnancy test to show its result, the silence felt palpable. It wasn't an awkward silence, but rather a deafening one that seemed to fill the entire room. With just the two of us present, we anxiously waited for the five minutes to pass.

“Would it be a bad thing if I wanted it to be positive?” Chris chuckles.

“I wouldn't necessarily say a bad thing, there's a part of me that kind of wants it to be positive too” i smile back at Chris.

The alarm on my phone quickly broke the once-loving moment sending us into a panic. Chris and I stand up walking to the counter.

“Wait should we film it in case you are then we could always have it if you could be pregnant?” Chris’ gaze softens as he looks at me.

“Chris not the time” I softly laugh out.

“Right,” he nods smiling back at me. “WAIT” he grabs my hand “Whatever happens, I love you,” he says in a serious tone.

With a warm smile, I gaze lovingly at him and reciprocate his affectionate words, "I love you too Christopher." However, my attention is quickly drawn towards the counter where the pregnancy test lays face down, taunting my nerves. With trembling hands, I muster up the courage to pick it up and slowly turn it around to face me, my heart pounding in anticipation of the result.

‘Not Pregnant’

“YES, MORE CREAMPIES” Chris shrieks wrapping his arms around my waist and picking me up, and spinning me around as I giggle out of excitement.

He carefully seats me down back flat on my feet. Our moment was quickly interrupted by both Nick and Matt barging through the door.

“ARE YOU GUYS- wait is that a pregnancy test? Y/N ARE YOU PREGNANT?” Nick yelled as Matt's eyes widened at the little blue stick in my hands.

“Please for the love of god, I don't want a little Chris running around, or two, or even three” Matt places his hand on his forehead.

“No she is not” Chris chuckles at the boys’ comment.

“THANK YOU,” matt and nick say in unison.

“Wrap it before you tap it next time Chris,” Nick says walking away and back to the living room.

“Now I'll say it again, after 2 weeks of Facetime sex I would like to absolutely fuck your brains out” Chris says smirking down at me.

“Please do” I smile as he picks me up gripping the backs of my thighs as my legs wrap around his waist leading me to the bedroom.

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A/N pt 2: I HOPE YOU ENJOYED THISSSSSS AND TYSM TO @cosmicmistake42069 FOR THIS INSPIRATION!!

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officialundertakersmoocher · 2 days

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Hi, I was so excited when I saw there is still someone writing for Kuroshitsuji and, more specifically, for Undertaker (⁠ ⁠◜⁠‿⁠◝⁠ ⁠)⁠♡ since your fixed post said you're accepting requests, I hope you don't mind if I send one. @yaboisbullshit wrote something that won't leave my mind (I hope they don't mind that I have tagged them, I'm new on Tumblr and don't know the proper etiquette ╥⁠﹏⁠╥). Anyway they wrote about a scene in "Who framed Roger Rabbit" in which we have, basically, Jessica Rabbit simping over Roger Rabbit and I would love to see Undertaker, Sebastian and Ciel's reaction to some girl who is basically a Mary Sue (beautiful, smart, maybe a noble) who's Undertaker's partner and a total simp (⁠ ⁠ꈍ⁠ᴗ⁠ꈍ⁠) like, he's just eating his biscuits and she's giving him heart eyes lol. Anyway, sorry for the long ask and thanks a lot for your writing, whether you do my request or not (⁠✿⁠^⁠‿⁠^⁠)

and i would love to write it!

Undertaker's Not so Secret Admirer

Synopsis: The Undertaker's shop is filled with odd visits, but he never expected one such as this.

It started as a normal day in the Undertakers shop, slow as usual for the small funeral parlor.

A certain earl makes his way down the streets of the late 18th-century England, a black clad butler by his side and a mission underway. The earl strides himself with purposeful intent and a will that cannot be stopped by many, but as Ciel entered the familiar establishment that day-he stops in his tracks at the sight that he catches before his eyes.

A young woman with a bright aura sits by herself at the center of the parlor on a plush couch in the center of the parlor, giving a giddy wave to the Phantomhive boy.

Not only had Ciel never seen anyone besides his own company adorning the parlor, he also had never seen the parlor fit for human company in such a way.

Ciel gives his butler companion a puzzled look, though receiving nothing but silence from the female counterpart.

The two boys stand in the doorway in stunned silence before the younger boy decides to take charge, yelling into the darkness, "Undertaker...!"

The man in question bursts through the side door, holding a platter of tea and cookies which was obviously prepared in advance.

"Phantomhive, perfect timin', make 'rself at home." He states with a mischievous grin glittering his lips.

The earl seats himself with his butler near and watching. Ciel notices that on the opposite side of the couch, the woman has now adorned a doding expression at the sight of the funeral parlors owner.

She sits with her legs crossed and her palms holding her chin, heart eyes practically bearing through her head. Meanwhile, The Undertaker giggles as he seats himself opposite to them. The young earl starts to feel as if he is witnessing a game that he was not invited to play.

The Undertaker, on the other hand, seems to be more than entertained by these ongoing events.

"I apologize for interrupting you while you have guests, however, I have some business to di-" Ciel starts, however he is quickly interrupted by the sounds of the seemingly love-struck young woman sitting across from him.

Practically squealing in her seat from excitement, the young woman seems to be giddy to speak to The Undertaker and at the notice of his silence, the mystery woman jumps up from her seat and slams her hands on the table.

"Oh gosh, i'm sorry! I've just been so excited to meet you...!" She is now leaning over the coffee table, practically soaking in the rest of personally space that Undertaker has to spare.

The Undertaker bursts into laughter at the sentiment.

"Oh god, I've just heard so much about you. They said you were good looking, but I could've never imagined how right they were," she continues, voice growing more and more smitten as she trails off.

The Undertaker cannot seem to stop his fit of laughter now.

"Actually, young master, I believe we shall leave The Undertaker to this company. It would simply be improper to do otherwise..." the butler spoke, silently guiding his master up from his seat. The earl mutters some very confused phrases on his way up out the door.

The Undertaker tilts his hat towards the earl on his way out and he watched as the young woman seats herself once again. She tries to hide her flushed expression, sipping from her tea cup once again.

The Undertaker clicks his tongue several times as he raises from his seat and heads towards the door which had been left agape. "Ahaha.. Oh dear," He says, wiping a stray tear from his eye from giggling too much.

The Undertaker leans his back against the door, closing the remaining gap between you and the outside world.

"Now, if you planned on coming here to present such a hilarious show such as that one in hopes that I would tell you about myself.. you could have just asked." His voice lowers more and more as he goes on and begins to slowly creep towards where you stay seated.

The sudden realization that all of his attention was now placed on you had you blushing profusely. You attempted to cover your face with your gloved hands, however your sense told you that he already knew how flustered you were.

You let out a nervous giggle as The Undertaker approaches you, placing one hand behind you on the back of the couch and the other on the arm of it- you were essentially trapped.

"So, my dear, what is it that you wanted to know...?"

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shysuccubusstuff · 3 days

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obssessed! childe pt. 1

Content: Female anatomy, obssession, dubcon (the reader does love Childe, and Childe loves reader, I just love writing yandere males).

Note: The potion that Childe uses is more like a "tell the truth potion", meaning the person will act/say whatever they actually think abt the person, if they do not say it they will start to feel light/mild effects, these effects vary from each person.

Note 2: I was planning on doing a single part but the text was getting too long and I've been cooking this for way too much time cause i have no time to write...

I don't think you are able to understand the surprise Childe felt when he arrived to Inazuma, all with the objective of analyzing a little the situation of Inazuma (while also keeping an eye on Scaramouche), just a small and fast trip, then he would be able to go back to Snezhnaya, rest a little while waiting for the next quest given by the Tsaritsa. While at his stay, he found the different posters that talked about the rock festival that was being planned, and despite this did not catch his interest at first, he received some letters from the Tsaritsa, explaining to him how this would be a good opportunity to check how the people of Inazuma actually felt after the whole "now-we-are-mostly-free" situation. So he agreed, waiting patiently until the even finally took place, he decided to take a walk around Inazuma, just checking the different restaurants and small stalls that were sitting around the streets. He was checking some of the newest items added to the menu when he saw something, well, more like someone. There you were, as pretty as he remembered, you hair shinning thanks to the sun rays that were falling on top of your head. You were smiling...maybe more like laughing, which made you even prettier to be honest. While he stood there, menu still in his hand, he noticed another person, a huge man with long white hair, marks all over his body, he seemed to be quite strong, but taking into account that there was a huge ball of some kind of dessert in front of his feet, he did not seem to be the most brilliant persons that you had been able to meet. While analyzing this man, you suddenly hit him on his shoulder, your body being unable to keep still due to the huge laugh that you were trying to contain (this was useless, as you can see). He threw out what was left of the dessert and started to tickle you, making your own dessert fall to the floor. Now, what the heck was up with that? You barely allowed him to touch you, always saying "Childe, I still don't trust you fully" but a completely new man was able to do so? Yeah, he may have tried to drown you (and the whole city of Liyue) but weren't you being unfair? He stated his reasons and tried to be as kind as possible, giving you as much money as you wanted and even talking to his family about you (the pretty traveller with a fierce heart and a great attitute) but while he was doing that you went around meeting new men?

He quickly left the menu somewhere around the stall, going to where you stanted in a fast pace, but just as he was about to snap at the random man he composed himself, his friendly (yet dangerous) smile was back in his lips, he suddenly put one of his hands on your shoulder, causing you to suddenly jump. The other man slowly stopped, his red eyes looking to his blue eyes, even the expression that was in his face made him look like a complete dork, you changed him for some dull white-haired man? He may not be the most sane person, and yes, he may have a little problem with fighting you, but didn't you two have something? God, he was starting to get furious once again, but he kept the act, face as cool as a cucumber and a relaxed body language. "Hey traveller, long time no see, how have you been?" He only kept his eyes fixated on you, ignoring the existance of Itto for a moment. "I've been missing you like crazy, Teucer has been asking me about you and he was so sad that we have not been able to meet for such a long time!" Your expression got a little ankward, you knew Childe was doing it on purpose, turning his back while not allowing him to enter the conversation. "Oh hey... I didn't know you were going to come here to Inazuma, I've been fine, I was able to make some good friends here in Inazuma, this is Itto, he is the best at onikabuto fights!" Itto seemed to pump his chest, probably full of proud as for that... achivement? Childe smiled, the vein at his neck still pumped, cause what did he expect when he left you alone? All those dirty men probably tried to get to your pretty head with their dumb tactics, yeah, this dude may seem more innocent, but of course he was just like all the others.

Once again, he tried to compose himself, carefully getting his hand around your waist, Itto's eyes did notice, and as he felt how the pressure was getting bigger, he suddenly shifted his eyes, looking at some vague point. "Oh uhm... I forgot I just have this meeting... yeah, the one with the gang you know? Oh shoot, how could I forget? I gotta get going, see ya around compadre!" Itto left like the wind, running as fast as possible to get further away from that strange man who kept looking at him like some kind of prey.

"Oh, lady, why did your friend leave? I was about to invite him to some of the most beautiful places I was able to find... But I would first invite you to the great cuisine at some of the restaurants from Inazuma!" Childe smiled brightly, his enemy was no longer at sight, so of course he should try to keep his act of the "good guy". So he did, he invited to Inazuma's cuisine, even being so good as to get up himself and bringing your food to the table, even adding a special potion created in Mondstadt and carefully mixing it between your food. As he did not enjoy some unfair sparring, he did mix that potion with his own food, after all, if it did have some kind of harmful effects he should also be the one facing them. "Sorry for taking so long, I found some issues with the plate, so I had to ask them to change it!" He carefully explained, leaving each of the plates in the sides, together with the rest of plates that had already been served, just when you finally took a bite of all the food was he finally happy, smile shining as bright as the sun. When the dinner finally ended, he carefully took your hand, leading to the residence that you had been staying at, it was quite old for his liking, but he did find it enchanting, it was the place where you slept after all.

It took him some time to get you to bed, as the potion only seemed to make you drunk in some way body hot and tembling hands. He carefully laid you in bed, tucking you in with a lot of care and leaving a soft kiss on your forehead. He was kind of dissapointed with the drink, but he supposed that this was better than having some bad reaction to it. Just as he was about to leave the bedroom and head to his hotel, he felt a soft pull, your hand was around his wrist, your eyes looked just like a puppy, begging for him to not leave. At first he was quite hesitant, you were not in your right mind, and despite how much he would love to give you the thing you begged so much, he did have some moral compass. But your pretty eyes were melting him, and the sweet things that were leaving your lips did not help him either, so he gave in.

His body starting to burn up, was it because of the potion? It seemed that the potion did have a slower effect in him, as he was ok just a few minutes ago. His mind was starting to get a little fuzzy, so he slowly laid on bed, allowing you to get on top of him. "Ojou-chan...never did I think I would be able to have such a beautiful woman on top of me, not only beautiful, but a woman strong enough to defeat me..." His cocky smile on his lip only caused you to feel even stronger the urge to shut him up with a kiss, so you did, lips on top of each other and hands all over his body, playful hands going under his shirt, body hot to the touch due to the hot temperature of Inazuma at that time. "Aren't you been a little too cocky, lady?" You smile, still being completely under the effects of the potion. You pull away from him, looking at his flusthered face and getting closer to him, bitting and kissing his neck and hearing him let some breathy moans out of his pretty lips. "I'm trying to go easy on you, lady... But you have seen to learn some pretty mischiveous tactics while we were far apart..." He still had that cocky expression, even despite the fact that he was in a much worse state than you. He once again smiled, carefully putting his hands around your hips and massaging that place. He slowly kissed your face, peppering soft lips all around your cheeks and nose. "You're so naughty today, traveller..." Despite his lustful eyes, he kept treating you soft, something completely opposite to how he usually acted, all high and confident, being unafraid of being too rough when you fought each other. Childe's hands slowly moved upwards, pulling out the soft clothes that were covering your body, your skin shinning thanks to the moonlight that entered through the window in the room. "You're so pretty... so so pretty... I wish I could just hide you in my pocket,,, I want my family to meet you as soon as possible..." He kept peppering kisses all over your body, from your shoulders to your tummy, what was up with him? "Ajax... what is going on?..." He simply looked at you like a small puppy, kissing your lips and giving no answer to your question. He slowly got rid of his own clothes, leaving both of you completely naked, slowly analyzing all and each of your gaps and pretty features.

"I'm sorry, lady... I am at my limit and I don't think I can keep much longer... didn't think that the stuff that that damn old man gave me would be so strong..." The creepy face of the other member of the Fatuis almost caused him to flinch, but he just chose to focus on the moment, lowkey thanking him for the chance of such a "dashing" encounter with his dear rival (lover as well).

#childe #genshin smut #smut #ajax x reader #x reader #fanfic #genshin impact #genshin impact headcanons #tartaglia #genshin #childe tartaglia ajax #fanfiction #genshin x reader #genshin impact smut #genshin imagines

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adudelolwriting · 1 day

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Pre mh Tim and Brian getting a cat together?

oh my gods this shouldnt have taken 4 days to write 😭😭but yippee i finally got it done !! hope you enjoy :D

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It was a pretty well known fact that Brian and Tim live together. They were a pair after all, it isn't surprising when they moved in. The two always did stuff together, forever two peas in the same pod.

One morning, while Tim was smoking outside, a lone, stray cat walked up to him and rubbed against his leg, purring. Tim let out a puff of the smoke, blowing it away before speaking to the cat. "Well, hello there, buddy. What're you doing out here?"

The small cat meows at Tim, continuing to rub against his jeans. The man chuckled, petting the poor thing between its ears. Tim had to admit, it was cute. Long fur, with brown and black markings across its back. It doesn't have a collar, so there isn't an immediate way to tell if it was a pet or a stray. Tim continued to rub his hand down the things back, feeling its ribs.

"I don't have any food for you bud," Tim says as the cat looks up to him, sadly meowing. A quiet giggle from behind made Tim startle, and he looked back to see Brian watching through the screen door.

"Oh, morning Bri," Tim smiled up at him, seeing his disheveled hair hadn't even been brushed yet. "Up early?"

"It's ten in the morning," Brian replied, smiling as he yawned. He opened the screen door, sitting down on the steps next to Tim. The cat meowed again, now rubbing against Brian's legs as well. "Think it has an owner?" Brian asked as he pet the cat behind the ears.

"Dunno. It doesn't have a collar but it's super friendly," Tim says, putting out his cigarette on the concrete. "I'm not busy today. Maybe I could take it to the vet or something. See if it's chipped."

Brian hummed. "It's a cutie. If it doesn't have an owner, do you want to keep it?" Brian asks, looking up to meet Tim's eyes. He watched as several expressions crossed Tim's face at once.

"I dunno," Tim finally said after a moment. "I've uh… I've never had a pet before, so."

"I can help show you!" Brian smiled. "You'll be a good pet owner, I know it. You're a big baby when you see animals."

He laughed, rolling his eyes as the cat crawled onto Brian's lap, purring loudly. "If you say so. If you're sure about this, then… yeah. I think it'll be nice to have a pet around."

It was a busy day. They had taken the cat to the vet (thankfully they were able to get her in the same day), and it seems like she didn't have an owner. After a quick checkup, the vet had said she seemed pretty healthy.

Tim and Brian decided to get her chipped. After the vet, the two went to a local pet store, grabbing anything you could think a cat would need — a cat bed, litter box, litter, cat food, food and water bowls, and several different types of toys.

They also got her a collar, with a tag saying their address, and a name tag reading Autumn.

It was late in the afternoon now, and they were just getting home with everything. Autumn seemed interested in their house, sniffing around and quickly exploring the place, playing with her toys.

Brian was taking several photos, sending them to Alex and Jay. Tim watched amusedly as Brian and the kitten played together. She was super lovable, and loved the fake mouse toy that Tim had picked out at the pet store for her.

It was nice. Tim and Brian were always a pair, but now they had something to look after together.

#adude.writes #adude.requests #marble hornets #pre marble hornets #brian thomas #mh brian thomas #marble hornets brian thomas #tim wright #mh tim wright #marble hornets tim wright #not that happy with this one but 😅

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myfavouritefoodismilkbread · 2 days

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It hits better when you lick it, doll

Celebrating 420 with your boyfriend Yoongi and Jungkook.

warnings: bit of degradation, exhibitionism, daddy kink, dom!Yoongi x sub!reader, Jungkook watches, oral (m. reciving), forget me if i forget anything i'm not good at this

"It was 420, and you were already high in Yoongi's studio, playing silently on your phone while sitting comfortably on the carpet, while Yoongi worked on some music.

You two always celebrated 420, and you were always on rolling duty, something along the lines "it hits better when you lick it, doll."

A knock on the door made you raise your head from your phone, looking at the door.

"Come in," said Yoongi without even looking back.

Jungkook entered the studio, a small smile on his face, greeted you politely, and turned to Yoongi, saying:

"Hyung, how are you?" he said sweetly. A little too sweetly.

"You wanna smoke weed," stated Yoongi, without turning back.

"Please, hyung, I've waited so long and now I just want to since it's 420."

"Hmm," he finally turned back and looked at you, smiling softly, saying:

"Hi, beautiful, are you okay?"

You were so, so submissive to him when you're high. The thing is, you love him so, so much, and when you're high all this love amplifies. You're literally on your knees for him, never talk back, never saying no, you trust him completely. At the end of the day, Yoongi knows best. So you recreated his smile and said softly:

"Yeah, I'm very good," you said, looking at him, your eyes red, smiling softly, your face flushed, god you were so beautiful. His girl, you were his girl, and he was so proud of this fact. He looked at you lovingly and asked you:

"Can you roll another one for me and Kookie, babygirl?" he leaned down towards you, caressing your face with his thumb softly.

You nodded your head slightly, looking at him softly. He helped you get up and placed you near the table, you took what you needed and started to roll, looking at Jungkook and smiling softly, saying:

"How have you been, Kook? Haven't seen you in a while..."

His boyish grin appeared on his face, replying to you with a teasing tone, but jokingly:

"Why, Y/N? You missed me?"

Suddenly a hand slapped Jungkook over the head, Yoongi looking at him from up to down:

"Watch your mouth, brat."

Jungkook's eyes widened as he instantly replied:

"Sorry, hyung."

"It's done," you said fast, breaking the tension, showing them the joint.

"Light it up, doll," said Yoongi, looking at you.

You did what your boyfriend told you and lit up the joint. You took a hit and filled your lungs, closing your eyes. You loved the feeling of the first hit, and Yoongi knew. You looked ecstatic when you took the first hit, almost as good as when you take his cock. Yoongi smirked looking at you; he couldn't take his eyes off you; you were his center of attention, you were fucking everything to him, and there you are, looking so fucked out and vulnerable for his eyes, that's how much trust you have in him. He's going feral just by knowing this; he loves you much.

"Give it back to me, babygirl, let Kookie have a bit too, hmm?"

You listened to him and handed him the joint, instantly kneeling beside him and hugging one of his legs, resting your head on his thigh. He instantly patted your head; the scene was so domestic. Jungkook was looking at you and couldn't believe it's you; he never saw you high, he didn't know you'd be so obedient, he's getting hard watching you attached to Yoongi's leg; he sees how much power his hyung has over his girl; now he understands why he loves you so much.

Yoongi gives Jungkook the joint and looks at you, smirking:

"You look so good on your knees, doll. Fucking perfect for me, aren't you?"

Jungkook almost coughs when he heard the way Yoongi spoke to you, but the moment he saw the way you rolled your eyes back and let out a pornographic moan, he lost it. He hit the joint again, looking at your face; you looked mesmerizing. Of course, Yoongi saw Jungkook looking, so he smirked and told you:

"Babygirl, I think Jungkook wants to see you suck my cock."

The thought of someone watching while you show Yoongi what a good girl you are for him? That right there made you moan so loud, slipping further into subspace.

"Shit, baby. You want that? You want Kookie to watch? To see how good you are for me?"

You nodded your head, trying to speak but failing.

"C'mon, doll, breathe for me. Yeah, like that. Tell me what you want, baby. Tell me what you want, and I'd give it to you."

You opened your eyes, tears escaping from them; you felt so many emotions as you said:

"I want Kookie to watch while you fuck my face, Yoongi, please."

They both groaned, the joint already smoked, Jungkook with a hand over his pants, palming himself.

"Shit, she's so fucking hot."

Yoongi smirked; he loved showing you off. This pretty little thing that does whatever to keep him pleased, his doll.

"Hear that, princess? Show Kookie how good you look with your pretty lips around my cock, hmm?"

And that's what you did; you unbuckled his jeans and took them down with the boxers, grabbed his leaking cock, and gagged on it; you took him all the way down from the first try.

He moaned loud, gripping your hair, his head back on the couch, biting his lips. The view was phenomenal; you loved seeing him like this; you could cum just from watching him.

"Shit, doll, exactly like that, ahh, you take me like a fucking champ, babygirl."

You moaned around him; you loved being praised, and he knows it. Something about him telling you how pretty you are and how good you are being for him drives you mad.

You started to bob your head up and down his cock, licking and kissing, being a bit sloppy and drunk for his cock, exactly how he loves seeing you.

He gripped your hair tighter and stopped your head movement; you knew he wanted to fuck your face.

"Tap on my leg 2 times if it becomes too much, gorgeous."

You nodded your head, looking at him, then stealing a glance at Jungkook. He was panting, stroking his dick hard, fixing you. That made you clench around nothing, closing your eyes, moaning around Yoongi. He saw and smirked, starting to thrust into your throat.

"You like him watching you, baby? You like being watched, sucking daddy like a good girl?"

You took your hand and placed it over your clit, applying tension and making circles on it. He pushed down further into your throat; your eyes full of tears and mouth full of him; you whine while playing with yourself, everything becoming too much around you.

"Little fucking slut."

Yoongi pushed inside of your throat until you were touching his pubic hair with your nose, making you gag and letting your tears escape your eyes. Loud moans vibrated around Yoongi's cock, and he started to groan when he saw you like that, starting to fuck your face hard, moaning and panting.

"Fuck, doll, you're such a good girl, taking me so fucking good. I'm gonna fill that pretty mouth of yours, sweet girl. Play with yourself harder for me, baby, wanna see you cum, doll, please."

When you heard him, the coil in your tummy exploded, and you saw white, mouth still on his dick, your eyes rolled back, and your body trembling slightly. The view made Yoongi cum instantly in your mouth, with a low moan and a few screams of your name.

Yoongi sat down and pulled you into his arms, cuddling you to his chest, kissing your forehead and giving you water.

He looked at Jungkook, who was breathing hard and looked absolutely ruined, and giggled a bit.

"You came in your pants, little pervert."

Jungkook chuckled, responding to Yoongi:

"I'm sorry I didn't film it; that could be top-notch porn, hyung."

Yoongi giggled and softly traced your back, calming you; you're still recovering. It felt so good being in his arms; you always loved aftercare with him.

"How are you, beautiful? It was too much?" he asked, concerned. You smiled softly at him and replied:

"I love it, Daddy."

Jungkook's face softened watching the interaction you have with your boyfriend; he smiled at the way his hyung looked at you; he thinks you are perfect for each other, soulmates; it actually gave him hope that someday he'll find that someone.

"Hyung, thank you for the weed and the show, but it feels like I already stayed too much," he turned to you and smiled softly as he said:

"Rest well, beautiful, and listen to hyung."

You nodded your head, smiling back, resting your head on Yoongi's chest.

After Jungkook left the room, you closed your eyes, very tired. An intense orgasm and many weed sessions are tiring, so you dozed off to sleep. Yoongi saw and smiled instantly, kissing your temple, saying:

"I love you, doll."

You smiled softly in your sleep, letting yourself drown in his comfort, in one of the best moments of 420 this year.

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onboardsorasora · 15 days

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Obsessed with girl Daniel, definitely need to read max ruining her 😜

Hey Bestie I am SOOOOOO sorry lmao. You sent this ask from Dec 3 and I just sat on it forever. I didn't forget! I... just... took the long way round lol. But we're here!!! I should put this on ao3 lol. 2715wds

Girl!Dan | Girl!Dan Pt 2

The car ride was tense, Daniel leaned into Max’s space, their shoulders touching. Max’s large hand rested proprietarily on her thigh, fingers shifting lightly against the thin fabric covering her soft flesh.

Daniel wondered if Max could feel her heart pounding through her leg. They didn’t talk– there wasn’t much to talk about really. Nothing for their driver to overhear.

Max leaned over as if to whisper something into Daniel’s ear, her breath stilled as she waited.

“You really do look lovely tonight.” Max whispered, his breathy words filtering through the wall of her curls and into her ear. “I hope they’re not expecting them back.” Daniel’s tongue darted to wet her still glossy lips and she shuddered an exhale.

“I’d joked with Kelly that I might stain them…I don’t think this is what we had in mind then.” Daniel was impressed that her mouth worked.

“I think that will be the least of your worries.” Max pulled back just as the car stopped at the curb of their hotel. Daniel swallowed thickly, the scent of Max’s cologne clogging her throat.

They managed to get through the lobby and into the elevator without molestation. Inside the lift was a completely different story.

Max pressed the button for his floor and crowded Daniel against the wall immediately. He pressed his nose into the column of her beautiful neck, doing what he’d always wanted to do– for years now. His tongue dragged a wet path from her clavicle to behind her ear and Daniel shuddered beneath him.

Max’s hand slid down the exposed skin of Daniel's back to squeeze the roundness of her ass. Daniel’s clutch clattered to the floor from her lax grip.

Max grinned against her neck and kissed a cluster of beauty marks before pulling back and giving Daniel some space to breathe. He knelt to pick up her bag– dragging his hand across her hip and thigh. Daniel’s mouth felt like an arid desert. She felt like she’d never had a drink of water in her life. Looking down at Max kneeling before her she idly wondered if there was enough stretch in her pants to throw her legs over Max’s shoulders from now.

“You’re thinking naughty thoughts.” Max teased, standing to his full height with a smirk. Daniel’s eyes widened in shock before they narrowed at him. Of course she was thinking naughty thoughts– what other thoughts are there right now?

“My bad, lemme just consider the apex at Turn 7 real quick.” Daniel quipped, flushing even as Max laughed. The elevator dinged and the door opened to an empty hallway. Max grabbed Daniel’s hand and led the way.

In his room, Daniel felt like she was having an out of body experience. The air felt charged with pressure– they were really going to do this? She was really going to get this, with Max? She bit her lip and watched as he walked further into the room and threw her bag on the couch.

“What’s wrong?” Max asked, pausing midway taking off his jacket. Daniel looked at him and swooned, with his rugged beard, kissable lips and bright blue eyes– filled with concern for her.

She wanted this– so much– and if it would only be for tonight, she was going to have him. Have Max as hers.

“Nothing.” She murmured with a small smile as the ac kicked on. She reached under the front of her shirt and peeled the pasties off her pebbling nipples. Only the shiver when the cold metal eyelets brushed her sensitive skin. Max watched her curiously, throwing his jacket carelessly to the side to keep her in his sights.

Daniel felt bolstered, felt that sexy feeling again. She was who Max wanted tonight, who he held throughout the rest of the party, whose ear he whispered jokes in. He wanted her and she wanted him– badly. Without another thought, Daniel reached behind her for the clasp of her top at the nape of her neck. With a flick of her fingers, the metal eyelets that held her modesty for the entire night slackened and fell.

Max bit his lip, mouth watering. Daniel’s caramel coloured nipples called to him and he crossed the room without thought.

Daniel was beautiful, Max thought, standing there topless and waiting for him. His hands rested on her hips and his lips descended on hers immediately. The gloss on her lips was sticky but he quickly forgot the feel the moment her tongue licked into his mouth.

Daniel felt like Max’s hands were branding her skin. His big palms made her waist feel tinier than it was. She felt delicate, soft. Things she didn’t normally feel due to being a racer for all her life. She moaned against Max’s lips then squealed when he lifted her up carelessly.

Max grinned and threw her on the bed and Daniel watched through the haze of her hair as he knelt on the bed to crouch over her. She’d never been more turned on in her life.

Max’s lips felt heavenly on her tits. She arched up beneath him, clenching her fingers in his hair. Her hips moved impotently, rutting upwards to nothing, until Max pressed her into the bed with a hand.

Her hand scrambled for the side zipper of her pants, wanting the offending fabric to be gone so she could feel the heat of Max’s bare skin against hers. She felt when Max’s lips pulled into a grin against a pebbled nipple and feared he would tease her more. But thankfully he didn’t, taking in her eagerness to yank the skin tight fabric down her long legs.

Max groaned when her entire thigh tattoo was revealed to him. Like a statue being unveiled for the first time. He dove between Daniel’s legs, nestling his face near the soaked panties at the apex of her thighs, only to turn his lips to the boxer. Max licked the inked skin slowly, mouthing at his treat like it was a long awaited cheat day.

Daniel felt like she was about to implode. She was so so horny, so ready to just wrap her legs around Max’s head and force him to eat her out. He was teasing her and she was going to die. Letting the impulsive thoughts win, she clenched her thighs against his head and moaned at the press of his skin against her pussy lips.

“Always so impatient, Daniel.” Max mouthed against the crotch of her barely there panties, and Daniel shivered.

“Want you, Maxy.” Daniel rolled her hips and her legs flopped open like a flower when Max licked her over her panties.

Max pressed the flat of his tongue along the wet lace and smiled to himself when Daniel’s legs quivered. He hooked her panties to the side and licked his lips at the treasure that greeted him. With his other hand he pressed the whorls of his fingerprint to the small tattoo in the crease of her bikini line that he hadn’t even known was there. It was a small wave, one unbroken line.

“Max!” Daniel complained and his discovery was immediately forgotten.

Daniel moaned out one raspy sound after another while Max licked what felt like every single part of her pussy. He ate her out as if she was his last ever meal on earth and wanted to get the full nutritional value.

Her legs fought for purchase on the sheets while he licked at her clit in quick strokes. Her hips rutted on their own, finding just the right pressure against his tongue. Daniel’s face was a show of concentration as the shocks of pleasure zinged through her body. She grasped and released the sheets rhythmically, throwing her head backwards.

Max watched her, as she took her pleasure off of his tongue. She was frantic now, thrashing and moaning as her hips stuttered their rhythm. Flattening his tongue, he increased the pressure against her swollen button, feeling the immediate reaction of her stiffening beneath him before shuddering uncontrollably.

“Fuuuuuucccck fucck aahhh.” Daniel moaned a warbled sound as her back arched off of the bed. Max continued to lick her greedily, extending the overwhelming orgasm while fingering and caressing her g spot from within.

Daniel sagged against the bed, blearily watching Max stand and shuck his pants down his thick thighs. She felt loopy, high as hell. That was the most intense orgasm she’d had in a while and fuck if she didn’t want more of them from Max.

He kicked the tangled mess of fabric to the side and Daniel scrambled to meet him at the edge of the bed, throwing her hands around his shoulders and pressing their lips together. His face was wet, evidenced by how thoroughly he’d eaten her out. She groaned against him, when his muscled arm pulled her close to his body. Every molecule of her skin was trying to devour him, to pull him into her body so they wouldn’t ever be apart again.

He was so fucking sexy, and she couldn’t get enough of him. Did want to get enough of him. She wrapped her legs around his waist, rubbing her cut against his hard dick still hidden away in his boxers. She hadn’t really given him the opportunity to strip, and she was regretting being so impatient. Only a little.

Using her momentum and a little bit of mma training, she managed to flip him onto the bed. His breathless, scrunchy eyed laugh was her reward, the feeling settled in her chest warmly. His hands settled on her hips as he looked up at her softly and Daniel flicked her tangled hair backwards, hoping he liked what he saw.

“Fuck you’re gorgeous.” Max murmured, as if hearing her thoughts. Daniel rolled her hips in response. She surged down to kiss him, grinding against him while they made out. She felt dizzy with want, was going to fucking burn out of her skin like a corona but she still wanted to feel everything.

She kissed her way down his body, nipping at his puffy nipples and each of his washboard abs. His breathy groans emboldened her to go lower each time. She licked and kissed his belly button before hooking and dragging his boxers off of his dick. It slapped forward obscenely and her mouth watered.

“Daniel!” Max panted as she licked a long stripe down the underside. She laved her tongue as if spelling her name, branding him as hers while he shivered beneath her. She sucked him off like a pro, like she wanted him to never forget her. His fingers tangling in her hair told her she could check off that box.

She licked long stripes from his tip to his hole, swirling her tongue in his wiry hair. Max groaned beneath her, hips rutting up into the circle of her fist.

“Fuck.” Daniel whispered, kissing back up to Max’s chest. She straddled him, making a show of hooking her thong to the side, just the way he had earlier. She lined herself up and sunk onto his dick, inch by gratifying inch. Max’s fingers clenched on her skin and he groaned when she eased herself up again.

She felt so fucking good and Max wondered if there was any truth to the old wives tales about sex creating soul bonds because he was forever changed in this moment.

Daniel’s thighs flexed as she rode him, finding the perfect rhythm that pulled moans from both their lips. She fell forward to kiss Max, her hair making a curtain around them as honey met cerulean.

Max grabbed her ass cheeks and held her in place while he speared upwards into her weeping cunt. He watched as her mouth dropped open at the shock of pleasure before her eyes fluttered closed in orgasm. It was fucking lovely.

Flipping them, she barely flopped onto the bed before he was throwing a thigh over his elbow and thrusting with a new purpose. Daniel keened beneath him when his thumb found her swollen clit. She felt full, overstimulated and she was fucking coming again.

Max watched as her fingers stopped clenching the sheets and started opening and closing rhythmically in what looked like failed attempts at signals. He bit his lip to hold his grin, slowing down his pace just a little to take her off the brink again. She inhaled a gasping sound and his grin broke free at the absolute wrecked expression on her face.

“You good down there?” He teased and she flipped him off before brushing her hair out of her face. “Fuck, I just want to fuck you all day.” Max rolled his lips and Daniel moaned.

He clenched her thigh, fingers digging into the envelope, and pulled out quickly. Daniel whined and Max smirked before he flipped her onto her stomach. She scrambled onto her knees, widening her thighs invitingly. Max ran a finger down her puffy pussy lips, she shivered at the light touch to her over sensitive body.

He kissed her lower lips, smearing her wetness further, and licked into her as if it was her mouth. She was so wet for him, so delectable.

“Max.” She whined and he pecked another kiss to her cunt before slapping her ass. He watched the redness bloom as she wiggled the pert muscle. He fucked into her, groaning at the wet tight fit on his cock. She moaned beneath him and pressed backwards at the full feeling.

Max rolled his hips before pulling out and thrusting in again, watching the muscles of her back clench and spasm as she reached for the pillows at the head of the bed. He grabbed her wide hips, fingering the thin elastic waistband of her thong and fucked into her with abandon. Daniel screamed into the sheets and Max felt the pleasure threading up his spine.

He reached under her and stroked at her clit in steady motions, watching as she started thrashing beneath him. She was shuddering in no time and the gripping of her walls was the thing that threw him over the edge. With a groaning hiss he came, pressing into her as far as he could go before pulling out and finishing on her back.

He pulled out slowly and Daniel slumped onto the mattress, bonelessly. Max watched his come smear on the backs of her thighs from where he’d pulled out. He flopped onto his back beside her, panting into the stillness of the room.

Daniel turned her head to look at him through her tangled hair. It was going to be a nightmare to comb but it was absolutely worth it. Max pulled her limp body closer, settling them in a cuddle that had him relaxing.

“When did you get that tattoo on your hip?” Max broke the silence.

“Mm? After Monza.” Daniel’s lips brushed against his jaw while she spoke. He shivered a little before splaying his hand across her back. “D’you like it?”

“It’s lovely.”

“Thank you.” Daniel smiled. She felt good, well fucked and taken care of, basking in Max’s attention.

“What should we get for breakfast tomorrow?”

Daniel eased up to look at him, searching his face for answers to questions she didn’t want to voice. He looked back at her contentedly.

“You want me to stay over?” she eventually asked when it seemed like he was waiting on her reply. His eyebrows furrowed.

“Of course. You do not want to stay?” Max hadn’t considered that she would want to leave immediately. That was a bit disappointing.

“I… I want to.” Daniel admitted and Max pulled her to lay on top of him.

“Good. So what do you want for breakfast?”

“You.” Daniel heard herself say. She felt greedy but let herself have this if he was offering.

Max smirked at her and raised a brow. “And for lunch?”

“You.” She bit her lip to bite back a smile.

“Hardly the balanced diet our trainers suggest.” Max teased.

“Cheat day.” Daniel quipped which pulled a laugh from Max’s lips.

“Well in that case, what about dinner?”

“Two servings of you, please.” Daniel replied cheekily.

“Two?!” Max laughed.

“Protein!” Daniel insisted in a giggle.

“I’ll give you protein.” Max grumbled, kissing her soundly. Daniel sighed softly against his lips.

#answered #anonymous #girl!dan #girl dan #maxiel #max/daniel #god I've been sitting on this ask for so long #I hope you didn't lose hope that i'd write it bestie!#I will write all my prompts! I just... need to like get there lol I'm so sorry #why am i like this lmao

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lunarmochi · 1 year

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🎶✨What are five songs you've listened to lately? Continue the chain & send this ask to others if you'd like! 🎶✨

thank you for asking!! i've been wanting to gush abt some songs c: def more than 5 but it's fine

1. Summer Song by Unnämed

2. ERROR by niki (ritsu ver.)

3. Nijisanji EN debut songs (specifically "God Sees All" and "Black Out" but i listen to a comp. of them all)

4. Starlight Stargazer by Uki Violeta

5. 地球最後の告白を (chikyuu saigo no kokuhaku wo) by GUMI (specifically the covers by Wagakki Band and Shu Yamino)

6. KICK BACK by Kenshi Yonezu

7. 流星のパルス (ryuusei no parusu) by Kagamine Len

#king-minyard #ask #i've probably listened to summer song at least 15 times #or at least the last time in one sitting #it makes me so EMOTIONAL bc of the artist and there's a whole thing #and with error it's just a really fun karaoke song i always sing when i'm home alone #i like hitting the high notes and practicing singing #am not the best singer but i think i'm ok #and i've been fixated on nijisanji EN vtubers lately and all the debut songs are really really good #but i've been enjoying black out and god sees all the most #starlight stargazer is a newer song and it's really soft and good #i like uki's original songs #then chikyuu saigo is a good karaoke song for me #still trying to learn the lyrics tho #kick back is really catchy and fun karaoke #then 流星群のパルス is so GOOD even if it's just a pjsk song #it's so so good and i love listening to it #it gives me joy #ANYWAY sorry for the long ramble i don't get to ramble abt music often and this is a good excuse #obviously i don't expect anyone to listen to all these but if you want to pls do <3 or at least cherry pick a few

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singsweetmelodies · 1 year

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Pass the happy! 🌻🌈 When you receive this, list 5 things that make you happy and send this to 10 of the last people in your notifications!

awwww, anon, this is so sweet! 🥺❤️ it's been a long time since i've seen one of these little ask games going around (last time was way back in my Agents of SHIELD fandom days, i think?? xD) so this is a nice rush of nostalgia, and, as always, just such a lovely bit of positivity to start the week 💖 so! five things that make me happy:

1) my girlfriend 🥰🙈❤️ cheesy answer, perhaps, but definitely a true one! she's the best ❤️ and i am so excited to move in together in a few weeks' time 😘😁🥰

2) piarles 🦑🏎️❤️ yes, i really did go and put them second place right after "girlfriend," which is perhaps a little ridiculous LMAO but the brainrot that has overtaken me is so intense that i can't even pass a fricking advertisement on the tram or bus without thinking of them. so. yeah. i am obsessed, but i love it, and it makes me very happy - not least because of the incredible fandom friends i've met through this lovely ship ❤️❤️

3) speaking of fandom friends: i'm going to cheat and use #3 to list five people who make me very, very happy almost every single day. they are: @leclerctops @welightitup @redyellowstupid @effervescentdragon and @hourcat - my wonderful friends, i adore you all, and thank you so much for being your amazing selves 💜💜

4) chocolate! 🍫 another cliché answer, perhaps, but if it's true it's trueeee lmao ✌️

5) alcohol JUST KIDDING. ahem. though alcohol does make me very happy bcs one forgets all the problems and stress but i desist.

5) it'll have to be my irl best friends lmao ❤️🌈 sorry for only thinking of you at #5, hehehehe, i promise i love you all, i just also hate you passionately 😆👌 shoutout in particularly to my bestie who i will refer to as "my only valid ex" (lmao), with whom i have made a ritual of sending him pics of hot f1 drivers to watch him have a gay panic, heh heh. good times :D

and there you have it! 5 things that make katie singsweetmelodies happy 🥰👌 thanks again for this lovely ask, anon, and i will be right along to send this on to the last 10 people in my notifs <3

#asks & answers #anon #pass the happy asks #bless it really has been SO LONG since i've done one of these #as i was writing it out i was just sitting here giggling and thinking back to my AoS days oh my lord #fun times but also 🙈#gosh i was a different person back then #thank GOD for moving blogs & using different fake fandom names 😅😅#anyways <3333 ily anon and thank you so much for this piece of lovely on a monday afternoon! ❤️

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cleversteel · 11 months

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Sweet Bun Trio: The first bun is filled with sweet cream and topped with icing and a candied cherry. The second is a sweet roll filled with almonds, pecans, and dried cranberries and glazed with honey. The third is a bun sliced in half, filled with almond paste and whipped cream, dusted with powdered sugar on top.

Lloyd wasn't really a fan of sweets. Every now and then was fine, but he'd never had much of a taste for them like Linus did. But, he figured someone else might care for them, and since it had begun to become something of a habit now, why break with newfound tradition?

"Here's hoping you've been keeping your nose out of trouble, for the most part, at least," he muses, giving the younger man a knowing look before offering up the sweets he'd grabbed from one of the tables. He was hardly interested in them for himself, and perhaps this would keep the little thief occupied for a small amount of time.

"Enjoying yourself?" Lloyd follows up, dropping the teasing tone and shifting into something more genuine.

His attention had been elsewhere when Lloyd suddenly snuck up on him. (Colm wasn’t entirely to blame here, of course, this place was loud—he’s not exactly known for his ears.)

“Of course I have!” Colm retorts, defensive by habit. “Not like there’s much to steal at a ball anyway.” (He knew that was false.) “I was just–”

“Oh!” Free food. The way he takes it from Lloyd, it’s almost like he’s snatching it, but that’s just imagined, isn’t it? A moment after the first bite: “Um, thanks.”

“Uhhhhhhhhhhh, I guess so? The place is pretty nice, but– wait.” His expression goes deathly serious. (This was Lloyd, after all.)

“Handshake.” (He extends his Fire-marked hand.) “Then we talk.”

#[‘light work.’] (asks)#[support: lloyd]#[ fangedjustice ]#// this has been sitting here.#// for SO!!!!!!!!!! LONG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!#// oh my GOD #// and i've sat down to answer it several times and this is the only time anything's come of it???!???!?#// apologies kris for the INSANE wait #// as recompense i present to you:#// THEMST!!!!!!!!!

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the-furies · 2 years

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SLEEPOVER SATURDAY!! COMPLAIN AND/OR RANT ABT SOMETHING!!!

I let this sit for a few hours because when you sent it we were About to go to sleep but then we dozed off and our body decided that Like 20 Minutes Of Sleep Is Enough To Keep Us Awake All Night! And so we read for like 2 more hours or so and ANYWAY.

The point is I& have been Thinking on what to rant about. Should I use this opportunity to rant about how ODD plurality is for me personally, how strange it is now in this life not only to be apart of something Bigger and More Than One but all simultaneously in One Body but also myself, personally, in-sys, being Multiple too, and how jarring that is now?

Perhaps I can rant about things that have happened in, oh I don't know, the past like 200 or so years ago and how Fucking BIZARRE this life is compared to my Past?

Maybe, rant about, the fuckign. Everything of it all. And just. I can't even finish this sentence!!!!

But no. Sit the fuck down.

I am going to rant to you about Peggle.

Let me FUCKING tell you something. I live and breathe Peggle nowadays. It is Thee Biggest Hyperfixation-Obsession-Special-Interest I've Ever Had In Any Of My Time Existing Ever . Nothing has ever brought me so much joy before (AHEM except for My Wonderful Significant Others Who Have Followed Me To This Life But BESIDES THEM,). I don't fuckgin Knwo what it is about this stupid series but it has Been Living In My Brain Rent Free The SECOND I Laid Eyes On It. And holy fucking shit. Holy fucking shit. I have. I have Opinions. On things in this series, ok.

First off. Ok. Renfield. This stupid dorky-ass pumpkin MotherFUCKER. I am beating Renfield Haters Up With A Sword!!!!!!! Fuck oFF off this page if you hate Renfield all my homies LOVE Renfield OK!!!!!!! LISTNE !!! He is a GREAT character!!!! I do not understand why people (or, the people we've watched play Peggle and I will admit is not that many!) hate his power!!! LITERALLY it is so good his levels just aren't BUILT for it properly!!!!!

I understand that his Thing, at least in Peggle Nights, is that he's an Artist™ or a Fan Of Thee Fine Arts™ and all, but while it's cool it just... Doesn't work!! All his levels (again, in Peggle Nights, which btw Is Thee Best Peggle Game Ever Prove Me Wrong!) are centered around famous paintings. The Scream, The Persistence of Memory, The Great Wave off Kanagawa, a couple others I care not to try to remember and Google right now—it's COOL but they don't WORK as LEVELS IN PEGGLE!! Fuckin, at least not for him!! Maybe for someone like Jimmy Lightning? Who's power is shooting two balls at once? Maybe for Claude, who's powers are flippers (which is funny because he's a lobster and the flippers are in the shape of his claws HaHa)? Maybe scrap the idea all together or use different paintings to make his levels out of??? I don't know!!! All I know is that his levels suck ASS in Peggle Nights and it's primarily because the way the pegs are laid out are SO far and few in between—once the ball drops, and goes back to the top of the screen As Is Renfield's Power, it just. Drops immediately back down the hole it first created!

And this would be avoidable I personally think if the fuckin PEGS WERE CLUSTERED MORE and also if the LEVELS WERE BUILT TO WORK WITH HIS POWER AND NOT GO WITH AN AESTHETIC and oh my god the levels he has in others games from what I've seen work with his power way better but God shit fuCK AND DAMN WHY DID THEY DO THIS, TO ONE OF THE COOLEST CHARACTERS IN ONE OF THE BEST PEGGLE GAMES, HOMOPHOBIA I SAY! SPECIFICALLY TOWARDS ME.

But anyways!

Second of all, Tula best character, also Warren suffers from the same thing Renfield does on top of HIS power just generally not being very Good And Useful, also fuck the Peggle app, that is not true Peggle, where are my beloveds, what did they do to my beloved Video Gaem, Who are these new characters, where is Claude?, Tula??, Hell they don't even have Renfield OR Warren what is this shit?????!!

IN CONCLUSION:

Buy Peggle Now, It Is Worth Your Time And Money, This Is A Threat (/joke)

#ask #thank you I have been sitting on this rant for quite a while with nary an excuse to post it -Izzet #Sorry for the Long Ramblings And Odd Word Useage And All the first and thusfar only book I've read while in this life is House of Leaves.#As you can see it is already fucking with my brain (honorary‚ also /joke)#the rants about plurality and The Inner Workings Of My Mind Being An Enigma shall come at a later date when I #And that's the end of that thought‚ folks!#long post #Fun fact Peggle has genuinely‚ honest to god‚ changed me for the better #had it not been for Acquiring A Hyperfixation/Special Interest I would still be Very Close To My Canon Self and therefore a huge prick #to everyone here but Nopem #*Nope. I'm normal and nice now <3!#I think if renfield's power should be tweaked then it should be so that once the ball drops to the bottom you can reshoot it without—#—using up one of your balls but that doesn't feel... Unique enough or somethin?#I don't Know it is 1 :40 AM brain is fried right now. goodnight will put more thought into this tidbit later!

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as-rare-as-trees · 6 months

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I need to be folded and put away carefully in a box like one would with a treasured blanket, or a love letter idk.

#i don't know don't ask #i'm having a Moment #ahhhh it's so hard in here #i've been wildy touch avoidant ALL my life but no I had to start getting touch starved of course #f you #send help #i was just studying and started feeling miserable and wishing to just be held #god #look #again i have avoided touch for as long as i remember #like i am the type to jump ten meters back if you get too much in my personal space #accepting hugs even on special occasions has always been a whole Thing #it just made me uncomfortable okay?#AND THEN #just before covid started i was at a bday party and i was sitting very close to a friend of mine and our thighs were kinda touching #and i was like 'oh? this feels alright? i enjoy it? and my friend is also not uncomfortable?' it was weird tto me alright #then another time we were waiting in line to pay and my bff lay her head on my shoulder and i felt like i was in heaven #then when i was at home and miserable during lockdown i had moments where i yearned to get a hug??#and once i did get an hug and almost teared up??#some time ago a coworker of mine touched my cheek and i was internally screaming??#GUYS HELP #you know i figured that getting cats might have helped and then i realized that maybe with people i'm really close to i do enjoy touch #but that doesn't fully explain the coworker thing #i also think that getting close to someone who has physical touch as a love language but being too far away to even consider hugging them #has ruined me #also because i overthink things and am afraid i would freeze when i actually get the chance to hug them etc #that's the issue also!! EVERYBODY knows i don't enjoy touch because that's how i behaved all my life and now instead this #guys life is so hard #excuse the ranting #i wanted to make all this weird evolution i have gone through with touch into something artistic but i never know how to do that

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delicioushottubpeanut · 6 months

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♡ babysitter

oneshot - inspired by that one edit

fandom: five nights at freddys (movie)

paring: mike schmidt x fem!reader

warnings: nsfw 18+, dry humping, sexual tension, kissing, friends to lovers, cumming in pants, submissive mike, foul language, teasing, smut, riding, dom reader, consensual sex, age gap, minors dni..

You've heard a lot about him from Abby, mainly bits and pieces that she's told you, but nothing really about him and the only thing he really says to you is that he's eventually going to pay you back. But you always refuse.

The old couch squeaks softly as he sits beside you, a gentle hand goes to reach your face but hesitates.

He’s been very busy for a while now that he has started his new job at a security guard that was shut down ages ago. When he comes home he's always so tired, like he's a different person. As if he cannot relax. You hear the door open and slam back as it he closes it.

"Oh, sorry, I didn't hear you come back.." You whisper, groaning whilst you move out of the position you had been in for a while. Yawning as you gently wipe your eyes.

Mike looks at you, half-smiling as he leans against the cushions. He's tired, you can tell. "Sorry if I woke you, you looked exhausted, so I just wanted to cover you," he whispers back, stretching his arms. "Did Abby go okay for you?" he asks.

"I told her it's bedtime an hour ago, but you know how it is with little ones." You joke.

"Abby was great, she missed you, though.." You smile sheepishly, shifting on the coach to face him. "How was work?" You ask, seeing the slight bags under his eyes.

Mike chuckles softly, leaning his head back and letting out a deep sigh as he stares up at the ceiling.

"It was long," he sighs. "I mean, I've gotten used to it, of course, but god, it's draining..." He leans forward and rests his elbows on his knees, looking off to the side and fiddling with his fingers, trying to find the right words to explain what just happened at work. He seems hesitant to say.

"You okay? You can talk to me if something is bothering you." Hesitantly placing your hand on his shoulder, slowly forcing him to look at you. You've known him for years due to babysitting Abby, but he's never opened up.

"Well... it's just..." Mike sighs again, still not meeting your eyes. "...Abby asked me some questions about stuff today."

He rubs the back of his neck, shifting in his seat as if he's about to say something and then thinks better of it. He leans back against the coach, letting out a frustrated grunt as his eyebrows pinch in frustration. "I... I just can't tell her."

"Is there anything I can do to help?" You whisper, staring at him, waiting for a response.

Mike's face softens a little, looking over at you before he sighs, shaking his head. "It's nothing. Abby asked about the job, and... well, it got me thinking..." He shrugs his shoulders again, still looking off to the side.

"Look, I'll tell Abby about it myself, I don't... I shouldn't put it on you..." He sighs one again, staring at the floor.

"If you need me, don't hesitate." You place your hand on his thigh, squeezing it for reassurance. Gaining confidence, you slowly move your body off the couch and sit on his lap.

"Oh..." Mike says quietly, his face turning bright red as you place your hand on his thigh. He looks down at you, his expression of uncertainty on his face changing as his eyebrows rise.

He's speechless, frozen in shock at your touch, and his entire face is practically bright pink. He's suddenly a lot warmer, his chest heaving as his heartbeat picks up speed. "... Y- you're..." he says with the last of his breath, his brain having trouble finding the right words to say.

"Is this okay..?" You grind against his lap, whispering against his ear.

"Shit..." He stammers, his brain desperately trying to process what you're doing. He looks confused, his eyes drifting down to you as his mind races.

"What... what are you... n- no, it's... we can't..." Mike stutters, trying to find a way to reject you. But the longer you're in his lap, the harder it is for him to say no.

"Just relax, Abby is fast asleep in her room.." You grind harder against him, using your index finger to tilt his chin up, making eye contact when you suddenly hear him whimper.

"T- this isn't the time..." he mumbles in response, his eyes closing at the sensation and his whimpers becoming more noticeable.

"W- we shouldn't be doing this..." he whispers, his arms hesitating in the air for a moment before they eventually wrap around your waist. He's still torn between going along with it or saying no, his heart racing as he gazes at you.

"Beg for me to continue." You stop moving your hips, feeling his arousal throb against your ass. Wanting to see how he would react.

"P- please... God.." he whispers, the breath catching in his throat and his voice turning raspy.

He looks at you, his eyes pleading, his body quivering under your control. His heart is pounding out of his chest. He swallows, looking up at you as his entire body screams for you to keep going while his mind fights back.

"You can do better than that.." You tease, breathing against his neck, gently creating bruises as you feel his slightly breath hitch.

Mike whimpers loudly when he feels your bites, his muscles tensing as he tries to relax.

"H- I- please, don't stop..." he murmurs hoarsely, sounding completely different than you've ever heard before. He whimpers again, his head tilted back as he tries to hide the pleasure in his face. He can't believe what he's doing, but he can't turn away.

"Good boy.." Slowly reaching to take off your top, revealing your covered breasts as you start to grind against him, pushing your panties to the side, creating a wet spot on his jeans.

Mike looks down at you, taking in the view as your top is removed, his face getting even pinker as his heart races.

He swallows nervously in response to your wetness, his eyes trailing down your body before they eventually turn back to your face. His cheeks are bright red, his breathing heavy as he glances back down at you, looking into your eyes as you look into his. He takes a long, drawn-out breath, his entire body quivering with anticipation.

"Just take what you want, Mike, no one is stopping you.." You tease, eagerly watching his reaction.

"I- it's..." Mike starts to say, but he can't say no to you, not right now. He leans back, pushing himself deeper into you like he can't help himself, the breath catching in his throat as he takes in the sensation. His eyes are closed as he tries to ignore his own morals.

His eyes snap open, his lips parted as he whispers, "More.."

"You close?" Whispering seductively, moving harder as you feel your climax coming fast.

"Oh, god..." Mike breathes out, his face red, and his eyes roll back into his head. He moans, bucking his hips up against you, feeling himself come close to release as he cums in his pants, feeling you come down from your high.

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tojirights · 3 months

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Prompt “❛ i love that no one else has seen you like this, that no one else has felt you before, been inside you. they don't get to have you, but i do. ❜” with alastor :3

Likke reader has been with multiple people but alastor is the first person to make her cum 0.0

prompt: Hii I really like your work! Can you do face sitting with alastor like reader mentions that she wants to sit on alastor face to angel and alastor overhears or angels says outlook to husk while his wasted thank youu

a/n: combining these two prompts!! ^ thinking maybe alastor overhears you talking with angel about your woes and offers to uhhh assist 👀

"the guys down here suck, angel." you sigh, sitting next to angel in the hotel lounge. you crack open your beer and hand him one as well. "yer tellin' me, babe." he chuckles. "whats got ya worked up this tIme?" he hums, reaching an arm around your shoulders. "thats the thing! nothing!" you groan, leaning into his body. "you know how many times i've tried hooking up with someone just for them to bust in 30 seconds and rub my inner thigh?" angel almost chokes on his drink.

"they're the worst. no one down here has been able to make me cum but myself." you mutter, taking a sip of your drink. "who do you want, hm?" angel asks. "maybe i can hook ya up with someone good." he wiggles his eyebrows, earning a giggle from you. the alcohol is making you feel a little brave, so with a sigh, you let your words free. "y'know who i think about all the time?" angel's eyes widen with interest, anticipation building.

"alastor..." you admit for the first time out loud. angel does choke on his drink this time before he laughs. "bitch! the radio demon?!" he barely contains his cackle. "stop! i mean, have you seen him? god, angel. i'd get down on my knees and bark if he told me to. i wanna sit on his face, hold onto his antlers for support. ughh, he's so hot." you whine into angel's chest, embarrasmemt finally setting in. angel tries to contain himself, but you've never said something so out of pocket but also very relatable.

unbeknownst to you, alastor stands not far behind you, his ears twitching as he listens in. a part of him does feel a tinge of guilt for listening, but you'd be quieter if you didn't want anyone to hear you. "well now, isn't that interesting?" alastor's voice makes you jump, almost tossing your beer straight onto angel. "oh fuck..." angel all but pushes you over in an attempt to get away.

"oh my god. alastor i'm so sorry, i was just-" you scramble to defend yourself, but alastor puts his staff under your chin to raise your eyes to his. "what was that you said about wanting to... sit on my face? about these worthless little demons not knowing how to treat a woman?" the sultry tone in his voice has you clenching your thighs together, which you blame on the alcohol swirling in your gut. you laugh awkwardly, trying to brush this off as alastor teasing you but there's a look in his eyes that tells you he's dead serious. "it's nothing! just venting some frustrations, that's all."

your eyes are a dead giveaway, desire flooding them as you peer up at alastor. "why don't you accompany me to my room for the evening, darling? we wouldn't want these inexperienced fools to try and make a move now, would we?" he extends his hand, and you decide to throw caution to the wind. standing, you let him pull you close. "blow my mind, radio boy." you whisper, watching alastor's eyes darken and his smirk grow. alastor uses the shadows, leading you straight to his room in a mere moment.

your heart rate sky rockets, realization hitting your gut as you start to strip. "how long has it been?" he asks, picking you up with ease and carrying you to the bed. "w-what?" you hesistate, watching as alastor ushers you to climb on top of him. "since someone else made you cum?" you swallow, straddling his chest. "i don't even remember al..." alastor's hands come around to grip your ass and pull you forward. with a gasp, you brace yourself on the headboard and then the feeling of alastor's tongue immediately has your brain turning to mush.

it's dizzying, the slide of his tongue up and down your slit was already far better than anything you've experienced in such a long time. "o-oh fuck." your body shudders, barely being able to hold still. alastor's tongue dips passed your entrance, lapping up your juices like a man starving. you already feel that familiar coil in your stomach forming, threatening to snap all over alastor's face. "that's, oh god alastor, that's so good." you moan, gripping tighter on the headboard as your hips start to stutter on their own.

then, you feel alastor's hands on your ass start to push and pull you, forcing your cunt to slide over his tongue. "y-you, i'm gonna-" you can't even think straight, pleasure blinding you to anything else happening in the entire world. alastor hums against your clit, sucking the sensitive bud into his mouth and that's it, you're cumming hard enough that your vision goes dark and tears well in your eyes.

you're shaking, barely being able to breathe as alastor's tongue runs lazy circles over your still sensitive clit to ride out your orgasm. before you're fully recovered, alastor quickly flips you onto your back and his fingers find your puffy pussy. "you have no idea the honor it is to be the only one to see you like this, my dear. the only one to feel you-" he pauses, pushing two fingers inside your needy cunt so he can hear your sweet moans. "cum. and i will be the only one to continue feeling that. you will cum on my face, my fingers, my cock... anything you please."

the desire burning in your core strengthens once more. not even your own fingers have ever made you cum twice, but alastor is about to pull a second orgasm from you almost completely back to back. "make me cum again." you whine, hips arching further off the bed as his fingers pump in and out slowly. "on your cock, fuck, please fuck me alastor."

alastor chuckles, his free hand unbottoning the front of his pants just enough to free his cock. "how could i deny such a good girl? cum on my cock, my princess." in an instant, alastor's fingers are replaced by the thickness of his cock. the first thrust alone has you teetering on the edge, while his thumb rubs tight circles on your clit.

your pussy clenches around his girth, pulsing with every sweep of his finger. each thrust of his hips pushes you closer to the edge, his cock filling you like no one else could ever. "y-you, gonna cum again." you cry out, spasms wrecking your body as your second orgasm hits even more intense with the feeling of his thick cock stretching your pussy.

alastlor groans, pumping his cock deeper, deeper until he's cumming as well. "such a good girl." he grunts, pushing each thick rope of cum further inside. "you won't ever have to worry about not being taken care of, my dear." he assures, pulling out slowly even as your cunt tries to squeeze him in. "there's plenty more where that came from, rest your pretty little eyes." he coos, pulling a blanket on your tired body.

you just know this is going to be the best sleep pf your fucking life...

#hazbin hotel #alastor x reader #alastor x reader smut #alastor hazbin #hazbin hotel alastor #alastor hazbin hotel #alastor x you #hazbin alastor smut #alastor smut #hazbin hotel alastor smut #alastor imagines #alastor #hazbin alastor x reader #alastor x you smut #hazbin smut #alastor hazbin hotel smut #hazbin alastor #alastor x reader imagines

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a-b-riddle · 4 days

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Part Five

Can't stop thinking about the attempt of reconciliation and reader ain't having it. Our girl is going to be wilddddd y'all. Also goodnight. See y'all tomorrow (maybe)

You call Meredith when you get home.

You. Are. Fuming. She's not sure she can ever remember a time you using so many swear words at one time.

How fucking dare them? Immature? You're the immature one? You were the one trying your best to salvage four failing relationship meanwhile none of those assholes could be bothered to try and keep one. They had one person to manage: you.

"I wanna go out this weekend." "Wear something tight and borderline risk indecent exposure."

"You know what I always say," Meredith begins. "The best way to get over someone-"

"is to get under someone else." You finish. You weren't exactly keen on the idea of bringing someone to your bed just yet, but a little attention would do you some good. "I don't want to fuck someone just yet." You admitted. "I'm more on the getting drunk and making out."

"I didn't know we resorted back secondary school heavy petting?" She teased.

"University, Dear." You corrected. "I didn't peak until after I graduated."

"No." She argued. "You didn't put your books down long enough to realize that boys actually wanted to fuck you." You were glad she couldn't see you roll your eyes. "Saturday work for you? I have a late night Friday and won't be up for it."

"That works."

"Sorry." She apologized. "I plan on getting you absolutely smashed so I need to be ready to play the nanny. I know how you love to get drunk and run off."

It was true. You had always found it hilarious when you were drunk to just run. Quite literally run away. It got to a point during university where Meredith would handcuff you to her so you didn't stray.

"I won't run." Your sober mind promised.

"Uh huh." Meredith's tone told you that she knew that was a load of shit. "I'll text Tabs. Let her know the plan."

The next day at the shop was pretty uneventful. No more unexpected visitors. You still had them all blocked. Not caring if now they decided to offer up some bullshit apology.

Months. This had been a steady decline for six months. A text or a simply sorry won't fix this. You weren't sure anything could.

But it didn't matter. You were done and they obviously were too.

You had picked up enough take out to feed a family, but you didn't plan on making your lunch before work or cooking when you got home. The rest of the week you planned on just going through the motions until you could go out Saturday and hopefully get everything out.

You weren't paying attention as you walked down the hallway to your flat. Fishing in your purse for keys. You were at almost at your door when you saw him.

Sitting next to your door was a familiar face. A face you felt you haven't seen in forever.

“What are you doing here, Kyle?" Your voice was flat as you continued to blindly try and find your keys with one hand. Fuck. You really need to clean out your purse...

“My key wouldn’t work.” He explained. "So I’m out here.”

"I'm aware why you're not in my apartment since I changed the locks," you said, trying to keep your irritation at bay. "What I am asking is why did you come here?"

"You won't return any of our messages."

"You're all blocked, so technically I didn't really get any messages." "Besides, you don't get to complain to me about not responding to texts, Kyle Garrick." Your fingers finally wraps around them. God bless. "If you're here for your things, it'll have to wait. I have to sort through everyone's shit and I don't know whose is whose."

"We need to talk." He explains as you put the key into the lock, opening the door.

"Nah," you say scrunching your nose in that way he used to adore. "I'm good. But you can swing by tomorrow and pick up your things if you'd like." You say before trying to shut the door on him. You were stupid in thinking you could be faster than him.

Dammit.

"I know things haven't been good and I've definitely could have been better,'' he admits. "But can you at least try and let us apologize? Let us try and work it out."

"No." You answered, trying to close the door. Not caring if you had to resort to kicking his shins to get him out.

"Why not?" He countered.

“Maybe because I've already tried, Kyle?” You gave up on trying to shut him out. You were strong, but he didn't have any issues in besting you. “Because I actually tried with you. With all of you. You didn’t need to come here giving me excuses about your life being hectic because I’ve made the excuses for you.” You didn't miss how he practically flinched. He had always blamed his busy life. Family. Work. You stopped caring about whatever excuse he gave you and realized it was just that. An excuse. “I’ve been telling myself for months that everything you guys didn’t do for me wasn’t because you didn’t care about me. It was because of the stress of your deployments is the reason none of you tell me when you get back from until it’s time to fuck. I tell myself it’s because of the fucked up situation of me being with all of you that makes it awkward to meet your families. Families you all have that I now know I’m not worthy of meeting.” He wanted to correct you. You were. You were worthy. He was an idiot. “It’s not that I need your excuses to make me feel like what you did was justified. No matter what it was, it was apparently to you because you did it.”

He took a step back, processing everything you had said. He had been selfish. You were the reliable constant in his life. Someone he believed he never disappointed. Someone he couldn't disappoint no matter how many times he fucked up.

You took the opportunity to slam the door. Quickly turning the lock before he had a chance to open it back up.

God...

That felt good.

You had spent that evening collecting their thing in case Kyle did show back up tomorrow. You wouldn't make their lives easier by sorting all their shit and organizing it. Everything. One box. Let them figure it out. You almost had a mind to add a shirt that you knew didn't belong to any of them just to have them argue over it. Or least make them think there was someone else...

You were almost tempted if not for the premise that you wanted them to realize this was their fault. Their fuck up. But now that you were officially all broken up, you were free game.

#captain john price #kyle gaz garrick #simon ghost riley #call of duty #john soap mactavish #angst with a happy ending #angst #grovel #jealousy

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angelltheninth · 3 months

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Back in the Dating Game

Pairing: Lucifer Morningstar x Fem!Reader

Tags: fluff, new relationship, first date, phone calls, being flustered, gifts, kissing, poly Lucilith, Lucifer Morningstar is a gentleman and silly

Word count: 1.2k

Summary: After a while of dancing around it you and Lucifer are finally going on a date. He's been freaking out about it and goes to ask the only person he can for advice, his daughter, Charlie.

A/N: This came to me at like 2 in the morning and I thought it was hilarious.

Over a month has passed since Charlie and her friends battle with Adam and Hell is slowly going back to... it's usual brand of chaos. Lucifer however has his own worries past Hell's current affairs. His upcoming date.

"It's a date. A date. You've been on dates before. You're the King of Hell!" He yelled at his own reflection, ferocious at first and then sunk back down into his chair. "Like ten thousand years ago. Ugh. Why is it still so hard. I gotta find someone who... wait... that's it!"

He rushed out the door of his bedroom, greeting one Hotel staff member after the other, even Alastor, although he swore that the Radio Demon tried to trip him. It was still early morning so he choose to leave him be. For now.

"Charlie can I- oh- oh my golly-!" Lucifer was has never looked away faster in his life, his long, long life.

"Dad! What the FUCK is wrong with you?!" Charlie kicked her legs so fast one of her hooves smacked Vaggie in the face. "Shit! Vaggie I'm so sorry! Are you bleeding! Oh my god you are!"

Vaggie put her hand up and instead of bothering to stop the bleeding searched for her nightgown. There were few things worse then getting caught between her girlfriend's legs.

"Are uh... you two dressed now?" Lucifer coughed awkwardly as he listened to the commotion behind him. "I'm so sorry I didn't know you two were- I mean it's fine you're girlfriends and sex is a very natural-"

"Dad, please don't. You can turn around just... knock next time." Lucifer turned around, one hand still on his face, "You can look, we're dressed."

The King of Hell cleared his throat, standing there for a few more moments before walking over to a chair and sitting down. "Soooo... wings huh? Hey, me too! Aha-haaa!" He grinned way to much, trying to break the awkward atmosphere. "Charlie... you like girls right?"

"Yes? Didn't you just... dad, what's going on?"

He gulped, tapping his fingers on his cane, "There's this woman I've kind of, maybe, soft of been seeing and... well your old man's been out of the dating game for the past ten thousand years. It's... I'm nervous about the date tonight." He was out of breath by the time he finished talking, almost shaking.

Charlie and Vaggie looked at each other, and a moment later Charlie exploded with excitement.

"Who is she? When did you meet? Did you kiss yet? Is she as pretty as mom? Does she like singing? Have you kissed yet or not?! Wait I already asked that!"

"Charlie, Charlie calm down! This is gonna be our first official date. Your mom gave a thumbs up? We didn't talk much though. I really think this-" A phone rang in his pocket, "Oh! Oh god! It's her! What do I do?!"

"Pick up the phone?" Vaggie suggested.

"Good idea Gabby! That's why I like you!" That wasn't even close to her name but okay, he was under a lot of stress. "What do I say?"

"Just... be yourself?" Not helpful.

"Myself. Okay. I'm Lucifer. The King of Hell!" He took a deep breath and pressed answer, "Hey bitch!"

Both Charlie and Vaggie faceplalmed, Vaggie cringing more because of her busted nose and lip.

"Uhm, hey Lucifer. Are we still on for tonight?" You asked with no small amount of stress of your own. You were getting a date with the King of Hell, it was scary and exciting at the same time.

"Of course we're on! We are gonna get it on! Not like that, no! I uh... want to..." He looked to the side where both Charlie and Vaggie made X gestures with their arms, "Make you an X?"

You laughed at how nervous he sounded too, "Already dumping me? You haven't even kissed me yet. I'm not that bad at it, I promise."

"No, no I don't mean... I look forward to seeing you tonight. It will be the best, most romantic, the most magical shit you've ever seen... baby?" Lucifer tried to chuckle but it sounded very forced.

"Well okay then. Sweep me off my feet, my good sir." Look at you, already using petnames for each other.

"S-Sir...?" His mind was already going places that were very much not appropriate in front of his daughter and her girlfriend, "See you tonight!" He ended the call, "That went well. Wish me luck Charlie! Oh and use protection! Your old man ain't ready to be a grandpa yet."

"Daaad!" Charlie blushed a deep red as Lucifer stepped through a portal and back into his room.

The knock at your door was quick and hard, and a few minutes early. But you knew who it was, the hat and the wings were a dead giveaway. You checked your outfit and make-up in the mirror one last time before opening the door and beholding the King of Hell himself holding out flowers for you with a shy smile on his face.

"Hope these aren't too much for a first date." He handed them off to you. "They're alive! They're gonna be great houseguards when they grow fully." Good, then you wouldn't have to feed them. The demons breaking into your home will do that.

"Thank you, I'm sure they'll be lovely." You put them aside and took his hand as he tapped his cane on the floor and opened a portal to a restaurant you haven't been to before. It looked much too fancy, but not for the King. "Wow."

Lucifer pulled out a chair for you but tripped over his own. "I'm okay!"

He was such a goof ball.

"I uh... look, I need to be honest with you. I haven't been on a date in a while. I don't know how to do... this. I walked in on my daughter with her girlfriend today because I couldn't figure out how to talk to you!" He leaned against his chair and ran his hand across his face, his red cheeks reddening even more.

"Lucifer, it's fine." You reached for his hand, "You're the King of Hell. I was scared to go out with you, I didn't know what to expect. Your reputation is pretty intimidating. But I'm glad you're not that guy."

"And what kind of guy am I?" He leaned in, so interested in what you had to say. He'd been judged for so long, for all the wrong things, he had to know what you think.

"Really funny, someone who cares about his family, charming, and dare I say devilishly handsome." You pushed yourself over the desk and kissed him on the cheek, in front of everyone. "And so cute when you blush." You whispered and looked at him with hooded eyes. Lucifer didn't reply but you did see his tail moving behind him. "Puppy energy. Interesting."

"Oh no, I'm not into pet play. But I'm sure we can find other things we're both into." His eyebrows wiggled as he let his long tongue curl at you. You clenched your legs, excited for more dates with him if this is the energy he's gonna bring every time.

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Not Tonight

[Platonic! Yandere! Neglectful Batfam × Gender Neutral! Sibling Reader]

[Warnings: Mentions of Neglect, Reader generally not having a good time.]

(Not proofread. Not too much Yandere shown. Mostly angst with Reader. Set up(?))

2nd part here.

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How many times have you heard them say that? How many times have you tried to do something with them, to share your passion — or even just have some coffee with them, only to hear them say that phrase time and time again.

"Not tonight."

Well, what if you didn't ask them during the night? What if you asked them in the afternoon, or just when they were already up and about?

"Sorry! I can't right now, patrol reeeally kicked my ass last night. Besides, I have some other things that I have to get done, but maybe next time! For sure!"

Okay, right. That makes sense. Sometimes their line of work can be tough and draining, especially when someone is trying to run Gotham to the ground that night. So what if you just try to ask them when they aren't so busy? It may really limit the times you can ask... but you'd still try. Maybe it could also help if you asked for smaller things, like if they'd just like to spend a little time with you before going out again, or if you could just hang around them for a while? Nothing big, and anything was fine. Even if it was just sitting next to them, and having some small talk. Or maybe just the sitting part if talking was too much.

You'd take anything at all.

"I'm actually heading out right now, so I can't stick around. Go ask someone else."

"Can't you see that I already have enough compang with Titus here? Go bother Drake or something, I don't care."

All you could hear was snores past the door when you went to ask. So you moved onto someone else, hoping for a yes as your heart began to squeeze.

Someone had to agree eventually, right?

You begged the Gods as you traveled down the long halls. The chills of reality creeping up on you.

"Sorry, I'm going out to hang with some friends, but maybe next time!"

"..." She just looked at you before shaking her head, and taking her leave.

"I've got something to do at the moment, sorry, but hey, maybe you could ask your old man? Oh! Or maybe Alfred. That's a good idea."

Dick was out in Bludhaven, and you didn't want to bother Barbara considering how bisy she must've been the other night. So, you had no other choice. You asked, heart bleeding from how hard it squeezed.

"Not now."

Simple, to the point, and sharp.

Bruce's words were as cold as ever, and yet the echo in the cave only seemed to make the gap between you and him feel so much bigger. Even as you just nodded, eyes pointed to the floor. Taking your leave with a soft sigh that barely escaped you.

The elevator ride was longer than you remembered. The cold chill in the air grew freezing even as you stepped out, and now stood in one of the many halls in the Wayne Manor. Portraits and pictures decorated the walls, their painted and photographed eyes staring at you. Their gaze far from soft, but at least it was present. At least they, in that way, felt present.

You swore the only times they ever smiled at you that wasn't faked, or just for the sake of appearances was in those paintings and photos. Honestly, it was also probably the most times they've even looked at you too, and as sad as it is — you did say you'd take anything, right?

A 'no' or 'maybe' was part of that anything, technically. It's just not what you were hoping for.

Sighing again, you stared up at one of the portraits, eyes shinging under the lights as everything you refused to say made itself so clear for a moment. You didn't want much, and never asked for more than what you were given. You didn't think so anyway.

You always followed the rules, you did more than just excel in all your classes no matter how hard it was for you to understand certain things, and you even tried to get into things your family seemed to enjoy without pushing too hard.

You studied up on all the pets Damian had so that you could not only care for them properly, but maybe even take care of them with him some day. You played games and read reviews on games you saw Tim play just for a chance that maybe you'd get the opportunity to play with him. You picked up boxing and have even been practicing your aim with an airsoft gun, and have also been going to certain place when you could to practice using real guns and learn about them just so you'd maybe be able to have a conversation with Jason, and even connect with him in some way. You even read nearly all the books in the library just to have a sliver of hope for something, anything.

You learned sign language in three different languages and tried to find out what Cassandra was interested in, just to have some kind of interaction with her. Even writing on small note cards in serval other languages in hopes she'd give some kind of response, even if you forgot to put your initials and such more than several times. You participated in gymnastics in hopes of getting closer to Dick. You tried to find out what Barbra was into so you could also hold up a conversation with her if given the chance. You've tried to match Stephen's energy and do things she likes and have even taken up material arts as a means to maybe be a little closer with everyone!

Yet it never seems like enough.

Your schedule was so packed and filled with activities and extra lessons of all kinds, just so that you could feel like you had something in common with someone in this family. So that, when given the chance, you'd be able to form a connection with one of them and your efforts and sacrifices wouldn't be in vain. Though that still had yet to happen.

You weren't even a vigilante as you tried to persue your own passion and dreams, and yet that one single thing seemed to be keeping you away from everyone else. The one thing you were unwilling to do for them just seemed to make the gap between you and the rest of the family grow bigger. They're constant and continuous dismissals only seemed to further that point.

Just... what were you doing wrong? Was you not being a vigilante and constantly putting yourself at risk every night really putting that much of a dent in your relationships? Did your dreams really get in the way of that? Just because you didn't want to put yourself in danger? Just because you wanted to pursue music instead?

You took up art despite not being super interested in it before. You've been reading all of your life. Your stretched, ran, exercised, cooked, cleaned, organized, sang, wrote, danced, and even sculpted. You picked up almost any hobby someone could have under the sun, even if it began to feel like a chore and a job to you, just so that you could have something, anything in common with this family.

Though now you've gone through countless 'hobbies', and dropped many more since nothing seemed to be working, it... it still didn't feel like enough. Like you had to be doing something more despite having lost countless hours of sleep, just to go through the list of hobbies you had written down that you had left to try. You even took up some sports you were somewhat interested in, and yet nothing clicked.

Though is that really surprising when no one noticed how many times you snuck out for lessons and practice, or how long you were out? When you'd even forget to return to the Manor sometimes, and anyone still had yet to notice you were even gone in the first place?

... You couldn't help the small chuckle that escaped you. It was broken in every way, and yet empty all the same. Maybe you were finally taking after Bruce, but you wouldn't get your hopes up.

You looked up at the painting as if it'd give you all the answers, and yet dismiss you at the same time. The disappointment you felt was normal to you at this point, but the aching pain that came after was always the hardest part. Yet you still stared at the painted faces as if they were your real family, and the people close to them. Looked at the calculated and skilled brush strokes as if they'd give you what your family couldn't. What they refused to give you at every twist and turn, no matter how much you tried to accommodate to them. To do things for them. To just feel worthy enough to stand by their side. To be closer to them.

Though in the end, it is only that. A painting. A well crafted piece that, no matter how skilled the artist, could never truly capture how distant and vague they felt when you were the one standing to the side. No matter how much experience the painter had, they'd never be able to express and show how this poor excuse of a family felt to you, because they were only like that around you.

Maybe you'd feel special if it didn't make you feel like you were wasting your life living like this...

Eventually, you were able to tear you eyes away from the painting. The moon beginning to rise as you were sure the Manor was becoming more empty than it usually was, as more of its visitors and residents left.

The painting itself was nice even if it was one of many that didn't include you, with the number of photographs without you in them being much higher. Honestly, it used to be one of your favorites despite how bittersweet you feel about it now.

You still remember that day, but that would be implying that you forgot the others.

Regardless, you managed to pull yourself away from the spot you had been stuck in for the few moments you were trapped inside your own head. You tried to make yourself feel a little better, and give yourself some reassurance that maybe tomorrow would be different some how, and if not? Perhaps the day after, and the day after that.

Yet it all failed as you passed by more and more memories. Some were events you had participated in, sure, but the pictures made it look like you were never there in the first place. Heartwarming moments littered the halls, but you only recall seeing them from a distance — or being aware that the moment had even happened only when you saw the picture be put up.

It was like the very universe was trying to send you a sign with your constant failures and your family's persistence, intentional or not, to keep you at a distance. You didn't even know if it was appropriate to refer to them as your 'family', and maybe it wasn't considering things, but you still weren't sure.

You had been fighting for a chance to talk with any of them about anything at all for the longest time, because you wanted to be a part of this family. You wanted to spend time with them and really give this 'new life' of yours a chance, but now that 'new' part of this life had worn off. It was hard and honestly more draining than it was rewarding at this point, but you still wanted to give it a try.

Sure, it had been years at this point and now you were just about to go into college, and when you had first arrived here you weren't even middle school, yet little to no progress had been made — you never gave up. You haven't given up. So maybe you could try for a little longer? Just... a little bit, not too much this time, and figure something out?

You almost felt a little sense of hope return to you, no matter how redundant and helpless this situation felt and seemed. Yet it all came crumbling down again when you passed by one of the rooms, and saw something taped to the door.

It was a flier for your performance. One that would be happening soon.

Since your siblings began to pay less and less attention to you as time went on, with your conversations with them growing even shorter, you opted to just tape fliers of your upcoming performances on their doors. Though only the performances you'd thought they'd enjoy, and just hoped that they would show up, if they wanted to, when you stepped onto that stage and approached the instrument you'd be playing for the evening.

You tried texting and other forms of communication at first, but those quickly stopped working and so you just opted for this, and of course it was just as effective as the others.

Alfred was really the only one who listened to your music when you performed, and you only knew that because you caught him playing one of the live performances you had done on the television one day. He not only going out of his way to record the performance, but also trying to find the channel it was broadcasted on.

Ever since you've tried to give him the correct channel number when you do live performances, but that still didn't feel like enough. You loved and appreciated Alfred from the depths of your heart and soul, but what would it take for one of your siblings or close family friends to notice you like that? What would it take for your supposed father to even care to listen to your music? To watch a performance? To not turn you away?

It was only in that moment did a new emotion fuel you. Crawling it's way up your spine as you carefully took the flier in your hands, looking it over before ripping it off the door.

This. This one small thing was all you wanted from them. Over everything else, you just wanted to see one of their faces, one time when you looked out to the crowd when you performed — but every single time, all you saw were strangers.

Every charity event, every gala, every party- that's all you were surrounded by, strangers. Even when you caught small glimpses of them, they were always doing something else, and completely off in a totally different world than your own. That distance along creating a large void-like gap between you and them, and yet it only ever continued to grow. Even when they stood next to you, it was like you couldn't be further apart.

The reality of everything was crushing. Near deadly as you could feel your chest and lungs tighten, with your fingers digging into the paper enough to tear it apart, and reaching your palms as they formed crescent moons, soon drawing blood. Yet nothing could compare to the weight of your heart, and how heavy it felt to carry in your chest.

As you finally moved on from the door, your mind raced. Memories and flashbacks filling your head as every word and notion flashed before your eyes. Barely even paying attention to where you were going, but not caring enough to pay attention.

Every dismissal and excuse thrown your way. Every head shake and blank look. Every confused look, and realization that you were standing there the entire time. Every birthday that passed with the same wish never being granted. Every celebration spent on your own. Every message left on read. Every note ignored. Every time you were forgotten. Every time you were left behind. Every time you brought yourself home, and every time they never noticed. Every night wasted, trying to come up with different things to do only for all of them to turn out fruitless. Everyday that 'maybe' never cones true. Every time you looked out to that sea of strangers, hoping to see someone you recognized, only to find none. Every hour you wasted trying to do something for them while they never once thought of you.

Maybe you'd cry if you could. Then again, maybe not.

You already had spent too many tears over failures you recovered and grew from, and hardships you faced and fought. You've already cried just a little too much during those night you just couldn't handle being so alone, in such a big place anymore. Besides, you've cried enough over people who've never once thought of you. Who never once tried to make time to even see one of your performances, or even allow you to spend a few minutes in their space.

You've given them enough, you think. Especially since after you spent years trying to just make it two thirds of the way — they couldn't even reach that one third of the gap you couldn't. They didn't even try, at least not anymore, and after you had tried to make it easy. Yet, you only hurt yourself in the end.

They never cared about you, and maybe they did once upon a time, but good does that do now when you're trying to go out of your way to make things convenient and easier for them, only for them to skip out on you anyway. No text, no call, no message, no indication, nothing. Just pure silence.

Maybe you were asking for too much, but was it really so bad to want to be loved? And by the people who are supposed to be your family no less?

Hah, who are you kidding at this point. You've just been living in a house full of strangers, and you're the only one who hasn't seen it yet. They've already long since cast you out, and it's only now have you come to truly realize it.

Especially now, as you stand in front of the foot of the door to the music room. Staring at the knob as if it'll turn itself.

You weren't surprised, honestly. Playing music had quickly become an amazing outlet for you, and you had always come here to seek out what little your family couldn't give you; comfort. So it was no wonder that as you collapsed mentally, you had subconsciously brought yourself here.

And yet, only one thought entered your head in that moment.

'They don't deserve to hear my music.'

Perhaps it was now that you decided they had lost the privilege to do so. After all, ever since you had started having performances, even ones in front of wealthy crowds, your 'family' had seemingly been avoiding them like the plague. Never daring to even attend one, for whatever reason, and sure you could understand why they didn't attend the ones you performed at night — but they couldn't use that excuse anymore. You have strictly been playing during the after noon, and at sunset at a push, for over three years now. You've been playing in front of crowds and releasing music for four.

So, you turned away, walking off to your room as your thoughts still stormed. Anger fueling you as you barely remembered storming into your room, collecting any valuables and belongings you had and stuffing them into a bag or two. Not caring about clothes, and only what you deemed important and meaningful to yourself as you just grabbed and shoved everything into a bag if you could.

You could clearly tell now that you obviously weren't wanted, and that no one here even wanted to do the smallest things with you. That even asking to just spend a few minutes with them was too much. So you were doing the only sensible thing, and getting the hell out of here. Moving so quickly that your breathing became uneven, but you didn't stop until you had packed everything you needed, or was important to you in some way.

You only really had a second thought about all this when you were at your window, just about ready to jump out until you paused for a second.

Looking back at the door to your room, you couldn't help but hesitate. There was only ever one person in this entire Manor who treated you like family, and actually put in effort to not only be with you, but to indulge themself in your passion. That met you at the half way mark, and even went a little over sometimes. Since even if everyone else had ignored you — Alfed was there, even if despite all of his efforts you still couldn’t handle this, and maybe that was also your own fault in some way.

You still didn't want to stay, you couldn't anymore, but shouldn't you at least say goodbye? Maybe? After everything... at least he tried.

...

You settled for second best.

Quickly, you grabbed a flashcard and wrote down something before pocketing it and moving back to the window. You may not have any equipment for this kind of thing, but you still managed to scale and work your way around the wall, and managed to reach the window to Alfred's room.

You took a little peak inside, and when you saw that he wasn't there, you opened up the window just a bit, place the small note on the windowsill, and closed it. Then, you skillfully and carefully made your way down, and snuck off to Gotham City. Making your way to a friend's place as you crashed there for the night.

Never once did you look back.

Nor did you ever feel inclined to.

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Later that night, when Alfred read the note, all it said was:

I'm sorry, Alfed. - Y/n

Just with that alone, it was like he understood everything despite the little that was said. All he could wish you was luck, and that you'd be safe wherever you went.

Suddenly, just like that. The nights where melodies would lull the residence of the Manor to sleep, and bring a temporary, mellow peace to all who heard such a tune, were long gone...

Guess they'll just have to find it, and bring it back.

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Kind of rushed at the end there, hope it isn't too bad for a first post. There's probably a lot of mistakes, so apologies for that.

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