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weird-is-life · 7 months

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hi lovely! a p vague request if you’re up for it!! remus x fem!/gn! reader fluff<3 he’s just painfully pining for her, getting a bit jealous when she’s hit on by other guys. they’re hanging out one night and it gets cold, so he gives her his jacket thinking the jacket could not look better on anyone else!

take the fic wherever you want babes! i’m just obsessed w your writing & the idea of lupin pining

Hii lovely, ty you so much for this cute request and I'm so so glad you enjoy my writing🥹🥹🥹. Warnings: fluff, use of y/n and pet names, mentions of pub,(0.8k)

It's Friday night, so of course the pub is stuffed with people. But Remus wasn't expecting, that you'd be getting hit on by so many guys, even if the pub is overcrowded.

He thinks, that if one more guy comes up to you and invites you for a drink, he won't be able to stop himself from beating him up.

To your credit tho, you've sent the guys running to the other side of the pub with your rejections. You are not even slightest bit interested in anybody, other than Remus.

The cheeky smirks, that Sirius and James keep sending his way aren't helping one bit either. They obviously know of Remus's crush on you and they keep pulling his leg about not making a move on you yet.

"You okay?" you nudge him with your elbow. Another thing that isn't helping with his intense feelings for you right now, is that you've been sitting next to him the whole night.

He breaks out of his thoughts and smiles at you, " of course. I'm perfect," he lies, but he can't tell you the truth. He's not ready for a rejection from you, he doesn't think he'll ever be ready for it.

"Really?"

"Yes, really. I'm okay, I promise," he's not, but he doesn't tell you that. You seem happy with his answer, because you smile at him sweetly as you always do.

"Okay, good. I just wanted to make sure, before I left," you say as you start to gather your things to leave.

"You're leaving?" Remus asks quickly, making a poor job of masking his disappointment.

"Yeah, I'm sorry, I'd love to stay, but I have to get up early tomorrow," you say very apologetic.

"Don't be," he replies and adds without thinking, " I'll go with you. I'm feeling tired, too."

It's not exactly a lie, he feels a bit tired, but also he wants to spend some more time with you and more importantly, he doesn't want you to go home alone.

"Oh, okay." You don't question it and just nod. You say your goodbyes to everyone and leave. The boys wink teasingly at him to which Remus only rolls his eyes.

You walk side by side outside and Remus is quick to a hail a taxi for you two. In the meantime, you start to get cold. You didnt't realise, when you were dressing up, how much the temperature lowers after it gets dark in the autumn.

Finally, Remus manages to get a taxi and you eagerly get inside of it, thinking the heat is on, but you're wrong. The driver doesn't seem to mind the cold, because inside the taxi, the temperature is the same as outside.

Remus, attentive as always, notices you shivering.

"Here," he shrugs off his jacket and puts in around your shoulders, before you can even protest.

"Rem, thank you, but are you sure, you won't mind? I don't want you to be cold, too," you frown at him worriedly.

"I'm not cold, don't worry, dove. Just keep it," he smiles warmly at you, making the butterflies in your stomach go crazy. And fuck, the pet name almost makes you pass out.

The sight of you in his jacket is doing no good for Remus either, he feels like he's been hit by a hammer over and over again, making him dizzy.

"Besides, you might as well keep it. It looks like hundred times better on you," he bravely compliments you and your heart almost does a flip from it.

Your cheeks go embarrassingly red and you both stay quiet with little smiles on, until it's your time to get out of the car.

"Goodnight, Remus, thank you for seeing me off," you give him a quick hug and get out.

You are hallway up the stairs to your apartment, when you hear his voice.

"Y/N, please wait," he catches up to you, his hand gently grabs yours.

"What is it-" your questions gets interrupted by his lips on yours. The only thought on your mind is that how soft they feel, but from the surprise of it, you don't kiss him back.

"Fuck, I'm so sorry, y/n. I shouldn't have, I'm sorry-" he worriedly spills out and swiftly turns around to leave. You don't let him, it's your turn to grab his arm and kiss him.

Remus handles the shock of it better than you and kisses you back hard.

When you finally pull away, you are both smiling like some crazy idiots.

"I wanted do this for so long," he confesses, sheepishly. Running his hands through your hair, putting some loose strands away from your pretty face.

"Me, too," you say, " I guess, we are both stupidly oblivious, huh?"

You and Remus laugh," yeah, we are. But not anymore."

"Yeah?"

"Definitely. I like you, like a lot, if you haven't realised it by now," Remus whispers as he caresses your cheek softly.

"I like you too," you grin at him, very happy from the not so new information. It feels so good to finally be able to say it to him.

"Good." He says, smiling and leans in to kiss you warmly again.

#remus lupin x reader #remus lupin x fem!reader #remus lupin imagine #remus lupin fluff #remus lupin fanfiction #remus lupin x y/n #remus lupin x you #remus lupin

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daydreamingleclerc · 1 year

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our house // mick schumacher

all mick wants for his birthday is for you to move in with him, and so you plan to make it one he won't forget.

warnings: pwp, unprotected sex, dirty talk, dom!mick, sub!reader, daddy!mick, princess!reader, fingering, oral (f), breeding kink i guess lmfao, squirting, i think that’s it? the tiniest bit of fluff @ the end.

notes: this was written with a mid/plus-size reader in mind but its not really mentioned too much. this was a last minute after work writing session so its extremely rushed & not proofread. thanks to @landopeaches & @sainzcaleruega for once again helping w this and happy birthday to our darling mick xx

"happy birthday, baby."

mick dropped his bag at the foot of his front door to be greeted by you, standing in his hallway wearing what could only be described as the sexiest lingerie he'd ever seen you wearing.

he seemed to have a thing for black lingerie, and he loved the way strappy things looked on you because of your curves. your boobs spilled out of the lace that was covering them. "hi princess," mick cooed, allowing his arms to open when you walked into them, "what's all this? can i come in?"

you were wearing his favourite perfume of yours, and in the distance he could smell the familiar scent of fresh cotton candles. "i thought i'd surprise you by showing up and decorating the house," your arms wrapped around his shoulders, "but we can talk about that later, tonight's about you."

"in that set? i think tonight's about you, kitten."

mick's words gave you butterflies, and his hands found your bum, giving it harsh squeezes. you jumped up into his arms, and as a car turned the corner he kicked the door shut with his foot. his lips felt so soft against yours. you'd been apart for just over a week, and every day you yearned for him more.

mick pushed your back against the closest wall, and now you were balanced between the wall and him, with your legs still wrapped around his waist, he was free to roam your body. he didn't even notice the pictures you'd added to the wall, he was too lost in you.

"mmm, slow, baby," you tucked your finger under his chin, "we've got all night."

he sucked at the spot under your ear, and his hand travelled down to your clothed clit, "really baby?" he circled his finger over it a few times, and watched as your attitude completely changed, "because it seems like you want me now." a whimper left your lips and it finalised mick's statement. "that's what i thought."

"can we move to the livingroom? it's prettier in there," you half-whined when his fingers found your clit again, not wanting your days work to go to waste. "please, baby."

"i've got the prettiest view right here, darling," mick's hand found your neck, "now keep quiet so i can make you cum."

you weren't going to argue with mick when he was making you feel this good, and so you began to grind down on his fingers as he rubbed your clit, desperate for him to fill you up with his fingers. "such a dirty girl opening the door wearing this," he breathed against your ear and bit down on your earlobe, "what would've happened if i had the boys with me? hm? i bet you'd have loved that, wouldn't you?"

"fuck, mick," you breathed out, feeling your orgasm coming, "don't stop, please."

he bit down on your ear again, "don't stop talking or don't stop fingering?" he asked, looking up at you, "come on, baby, gimme an answer."

his fingers slowed but then you shook your head, a non-verbal beg for him to continue, and so when his fingers sped up, your orgasm hit you like a wave. mick pulled his fingers from your clit, and you whimpered, wishing they were still there despite the sensitivity.

he was rock hard in his jeans, and you bit back a moan.

"what's so wonderful about this livingroom, baby?" he asked, dropping you to your feet. his mind ran circles around itself when the sound of your heels hitting the floor wobbled because of the sensitivity. "what if i wanna unwrap my birthday present out here?"

"i promise you don't want to do that." you took his hand and guided him into the livingroom, and the smell of fresh cotton wafted through stronger now. candles were laid out across the entire room, and you'd put a makeshift bed down on the mattress -- your mattress that would very soon also be his -- opposite the television. rose petals were scattered across the room too, and there was a big pile of birthday presents in the corner. "this took me way too long for you to want to fuck me in the hall."

mick took an intake of breath, and pulled you around to kiss him. "it's absolutely beautiful, baby, thank you," he kicked his shoes off and made his way to the bed with you in tow. "now, please, come here so i can finally fuck you, i've been thinking about it all day."

you smirked and crawled down onto the bed, "oh, really? what have you been thinking about doing?"

mick's hands tugged at the lace of your g-string until it snapped, "been thinking about this perfect pussy," he laid you down on the mattress and climbed over you, "been thinking about how wet and warm it is," he pulled your tits from their lace prison and left kisses to the nipples, "about how it was made for me," his lips travelled down your stomach, and when his breath hit your pubic bone you struggled to keep composure, "about how fucking good it tastes."

he hardly finished his sentence before he was burying his face into your pussy, diving straight in as if he was a man starved. your back arched immediately off of the bed, and your hands found his hair in the midst of all the pleasure. you felt guilty knowing that it was his birthday and you were the one getting head, but the night was still young and mick knew you'd return the favor in the middle of a movie later.

"fucking hell, mick," you cried out, allowing yourself to be louder than usual. your fingers circled over your nipples and mick watched through hooded eyes as you touched yourself, his tongue lapping away at your clit. "you're so -- oh, fuck, -- so good at that."

his fingers teased at your entrance and you mewled at him as they pressed softly into you. "oh my... fuck... mick 'm gonna.... i can't, please," you cried, eyes finding his in the haze of your nearing orgasm, and all he did was hum against your clit, leaving you reeling. "oh, fuck!"

mick licked you clean and leaned up to kiss you, forming spittle in his mouth for you to hold on your tongue as he admired it. "god, you're fucking perfect," he clenched your cheeks together between his fingers, and you knew then that you could swallow. "good girl."

your hands absentmindedly wandered to the button on his jeans, and when you pushed the material down his legs and palmed him through his calvins he smiled. "what do you want, baby?"

"you know what i want, micky."

"not without you telling me, princess."

you pouted. mick loved it when you were in this mood, pushing your buttons. you were starting to become bratty, and thats when he could have hs real fun, but his favourite thing to do was make you cum, and he didn't want to punish you on his birthday.

"i want you to fuck me, daddy, please."

"see, baby, that wasn't so hard, was it?" he cooed, and positioned you exactly how he saw fit. your legs were up against either of his shoulders and he kissed you softly, "god, you're so fucking pretty underneath me, baby. the prettiest present i ever had."

you nodded, not even bothering to hide the blush on your cheeks because mick would’ve undoubtedly loved the way your cheeks lit up in his favourite shade of crimson.

“want me to go in like this, baby? hm?”

“mhm, yes daddy,” you replied, looking so innocent he thought he might combust there and then. “i thought it could be one of your birthday presents.”

mick slipped inside of you and you gasped at the full feeling, “you’re so considerate of me, princess,” inch by inch, he filled you up slowly until you could feel his pubic bone at your bum, and his hand caressed your legs, “i love you.”

“i love you, too, micky.”

the first drawback of mick’s hips left you reeling, and you fought to hold back your moans; until you remembered you didn’t have to. he always knew how to hit the spot, every single time.

“fucking hell, princess,” mick drawled, “i dont fuck you for a week and you’re so tight. did you miss me?”

“mhm,” you nodded, your throat already beginning to get dry, “i missed you so much micky, i’m so glad you’re home.”

he leaned down and his tongue swiped at your bottom lip, and as he thrusted inside of you deeper and harder, your mouth fell into an O shape, and he smirked against your lips. “there’s my good girl,” he hummed, “i love making you cum over and over, darling, it’s the only present i wanted today.”

his words triggered the orgasm to light up inside of your stomach again and you could feel the blood pulsing in your veins as it grew closer. “i knew you’d be desperate to feel me inside of you, princess,” he didn’t waver once, “the way your pussy’s clenching around me tells me everything i need to know.”

“fuck, mick,” you cried, “i don’t know how much longer i can hold it.”

“hold it, baby,” he kissed your nose, “wait for me.”

the orgasm crept closer and closer to the surface, “i don’t know if i can, daddy, please… i…”

“don’t you fucking dare, princess,” mick warned, slapping your clit, “you’ve been so good all evening. wait for me.”

mick wasn’t going to be much longer, you could tell because of his dip in body language. his arms began to shake and he’d started to watch his dick slipping inside of you, which meant he was close. he angled himself up slightly further and the new angle left you seeing stars. you really couldn’t last much longer.

“mick, i…”

“go on, pretty girl, cum for me.”

he didn’t have to tell you twice.

it rolled over you like a wave and left you screaming. you didn’t intend on squirting all over your new bedsheets and living room floor, but you did, and as you screamed mick’s name, his own orgasm washed over him.

his bottom half was almost entirely soaked, and you felt a red heat come to your cheeks once again, but this time you took pride in it.

“fucking hell, baby,” mick laughed as he pulled out of you, “your pussy is magical.”

“i know it is,” you shifted and rested your head on his chest when he flopped down beside you, not even bothering to clean yourselves up just yet. “well, that’s the new sheets ruined.”

“new sheets? what’s wrong with my sheets?”

you couldn’t believe he still hadn’t cottoned on. he was so invested in your stupid lingerie set like a teenager seeing boobs for the first time that he didn’t even clock the changes you’d made to his house. your house.

“baby, didn’t you ever wonder how i got in to decorate the room?”

“well.. no.. i thought..” mick paused, and then it clicked. “you’ve finally moved in.”

“i did,” you smiled and left a kiss to his puckered lips, “i wanted to make this your best birthday yet and i think i succeeded.”

he rolled on top of you again, “oh, princess, you definitely succeeded.”

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onlyrains · 2 months

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hey there, i'd like to request a writing for yasushi if you don't mind. prompt can be up to you (surprise me!) thank you 🙌

a/n: i'm back with a request from a loooong time ago😫 i'm sorry for being inactive these past few months. life was harsh and now i'm trying to reorganized everything. thank you for requesting and i hope you like it!🩵

[9:16am]

—t/w: harsh words

smells of roses, blinding lights, and an odd repeating sound were things that came to your senses once you tried to crack open your eyes. it was heavy and hurts, but you gave all your strength to blink and think as you conclude that it wasn't your room.

clack.

someone entered your room and walked straight to the window on your right to close curtain so the lights would be more bearable for you.

"exc-"

"AAAAAH-" the man blurted out.

you really wanted to react the same but you felt something strangling your neck so only your eyeballs could follow his movements.

"you're sober!" he exclaimed excitedly.

"yeah, i think i am…?"

"wait, i'll call the doctor.” then he ran.

couple minutes later you found yourself being checked by several nurses and a doctor. they said you were okay and your condition was already stable—much better than before—which made you more confused.

“what happened to me?” you asked. a little hesitant at first but you couldn't fight the curiosity within you. he turned to make sure the doctor was gone and closed the door.

“you don't remember anything?”

“i remembered i was on my way home…” you stopped and so were your memory.

“you were hit by a car…”

“huh?” you almost turned your head to him but the throbbing neck muscle held you back.

he looked down before continuing. “my friend was testing his new car with me. we thought it was safer at midnight, we were wrong, we know that. he didn't see you crossing the road and … you know what happened next.”

you tried to proceed his words in your head but nothing came to your conclusion. it felt like your brain was stop working.

“w-when was it?” you asked startling.

“two days ago.”

“oh…”

“he tried to meet your family but it looks like you live alone…”

you weren't say a thing. nor did a thing. you were just staring blankly.

“but don't worry he will be responsible for all your care in this hospital.” yasushi added.

“where is he?”

“who?”

“your friend, who hit me.”

he sighed. “at work. he worked all day to pay your treatment and i'll be here all day to help you with anything you want.” a small reassuring smile painted on his lips.

you wanted to let your wrath out. to shout on his face. to pull his dry, damaged, neglected hair. to poke his doe eyes that constantly looking down. to punch his pursed lips. you really wanted to.

but you couldn't—physically and mentally.

thinking that they were responsible enough to paid the hospital costs and even take care of you 24/7 with that guilty expression, somehow melted your heart. moreover, you could finally rest from everything just as you wanted to without resigning from your work. you hadn't had a free day in two months and couldn't even take a furlough. so as silly as it sounds, this wasn't too bad for your sanity.

“he would come after work but it could be very late.”

“what's his name?”

“kiyoshi.”

“and you?”

“yasushi.”

you nodded. “how about you? didn’t you should be at work too?”

“we are actually students,” your eyes almost leave its place. “you know oya kou?” oh, the world must be joking with me.

“yeah, i know.” you can tell from his looks, honestly. but his demeanor didn't match it up at all so the thought wasn't even cross your head. of course you knew how brutal the student there. but was it because of his guilt? because of his—

“YASUSHI, IS SHE STILL UNCONSCIOUS?” you heard a slammed door with a loud voice entering your room. oh, maybe these are the real ones.

“shut the fuck up!” yasushi groaned. oh, there he is.

your three new visitors came up to you with a wonder look.

“hello?” you voiced.

“AHHH! she's alive!” the loudest one exclaimed.

“of course, you idiot!”

“don't be so loud, jamuo.” tsukasa added.

“are you … okay?” fujio asked, still with his curious look.

“no.” you replied quickly.

“of course.”

“i'm sorry, they are my friend. this is fujio, jamuo, and tsukasa.”

you nodded. “from oya kou too?”

“so you already know.” tsukasa interrupted made you tried to turn your head to see him.

yasushi quickly held your head still. “d-don't move your head too fast.” you knew your forehead was full of bandage but you could still feel his thumb brushing your temple a bit. why is this making it less hurting?

“okay.” you said quietly.

“…”

“i'm sorry this is happen to you.” tsukasa interrupting again but this time was very necessary—as he noticed yasushi's sudden tension.

your eyes now met tsukasa's.

“yasushi and kiyoshi are our friend, and here, fujio, is the student leader of oya kou. so we're here to make sure you're okay too and apologize properly.” the four of them started to stand together and then bowed to you for a few seconds. you just stared as much as you wanted to reciprocate.

“it's okay.” you said then they back to stood again.

jamuo sighed. “anyway, what a unique way to meet your crush, yasushi. finally, after a year of waiting.” he held his laugh.

yasushi turned with a unreadable expression. that was his last straw.

“GET THE FUCK OUTTA HERE YOU PIECE OF SHIT.”

and again. you just blinked and watched as much as you wanted to react to the announcement.

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iiomanii · 1 year

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𝖘𝖕𝖊𝖈𝖎𝖆𝖑,* w/ suna

SMUT - 16+ f!reader, smoker!suna, semi-voyeurism, penetration, oral m!receiving, face fucking, from behind , no aftercare, kinda mean, spit, kinda rough, reader cheats, pictures are taken ———————————————————————————

“You know” he says tapping on the side of his cigarette to get rid of extra ash “thought I'd never see you again after i made you cry” he says chuckling. “I’m not doing this with you” you say walking away “wait, come here” he says putting his mouth back on his cigarette. “I’m here for-“ “Osamu, yea I know” he says completing your sentence “I just wanna talk to you” he says relighting his cigarette “About” you say crossing your arms “You think you’re doing something with that?” he says waving the hand holding his cigarette at you.

“I’m not doing anything” you say your arms still crossed “just come here” he says as he finally ashes his cigarette. “Fine” you say walking over to him “Thank you” he says putting his left hand in his pants pocket “What’d you want to talk to me about” you say leaning over the banister “Why are you with him” he says turning his head to you “He’s nice and- “ you say “Don’t give me that, tell me why you’re actually with him” he says turning his body to you “I needed to get over you” you say finally admitting it. “Get over me?” he says his eyebrow raising “Yes, I was literally in love with you” you say with a hurt expression on your face as you stand up from leaning. He smiles “Why are you smiling ” you say as you’re about to walk away “Wait” he says “You say that like you’re over me” he says picking up his lighter and pack of newports from the banister. “I am” you say dropping your hands to your sides “No you aren’t” he says putting his stuff into his pockets.

“If you were you wouldn’t have that bracelet I gave you on” he says “It’s a nice bracelet” you sigh “I bet you’re still thinking about the way I fucked you in that car that one night” he says “I bet you still touch yourself just thinking about the way I made you a stupid mess all over my dick” he laughs. You're soaked thinking about it, he’s right “N-No” you say not finding the words to defend yourself “N-No” he says mocking you. “Suck my dick” he says putting both arms on the banister and leaning back “What?” you say “I’m not saying it again” he says and for some reason you listen.

“A-Are you gonna help me” you say as your already kneeling in front of your boyfriends highschool friend, your old fuck buddy “no, show me that you being a slut hasn’t changed” he says. You pull down the baggy pants he had on his dick popping out, hitting the bottom of your chin “You know what to do” he says grabbing his phone “W-What are you doing” you say as the flash from his camera turns on “What does it look like, now continue”

You begin to take him into your mouth all with the flash from his phone still beaming into your eyes as soon as you get almost all of him into your mouth he suddenly thrust his hips causing all of his inches to go down your throat. He gathers your hair in the palm of his hand as he starts to gently fuck your face you start moaning as you could never take all of him into your mouth. “Fuck” he says continuing to fuck you face groaning quietly, and for some reason this sends a shiver down your spine. He slowly pulls his dick out, all wet with your spit “suck it” he says wrapping your hair around his fist. You continue to suck him looking up at him, his grayish eyes piercing into your soul. Your cunt is wet thinking about the things he did to you in the past. “Okay that’s enough” he says taking his dick out and smacking in against your lips “get up” he says removing his dick from off your face “He’s looking for me” you say starting to regret the thing you just done. “Okay?” he says “I want to fuck you” he looks at you “Here? somebody might catch us” you say nervously “No one can see us from right here and it’s dark” he says tilting his head “Okay” you say getting in front of him.

He towers over you and it feels nice having his tall stature over you again. He puts both his hands on the banister and he puts his head into your neck sucking and kissing, clearly leaving marks as he moves his hand towards your area under the skirt you had on rubbing his hand up and down your area your lace protecting but you can still feel everything. “S-Stop with the neck please” you say falling under his spell “Do you want me too baby” he says moving your lace to the side and rubbing your clit in circles “no- please don’t stop” you say putting your head on the banister. He lifts your skirt up and starts to rub his dick up and down your pussy, slowly putting it in.

“Shit” he mutters “I missed this” he says spitting on his dick as lube. He starts to fuck you slow but deep trying not to make noises but still trying to make you feel good. “Suna fuck— harder please you say” grabbing his hand as he starts to hit that spot only he can reach “right there oh my-“ as he suddenly puts his hands over your mouth.

“Don’t want anybody to hear us right?” he says continuing to pound your cunt, making lewd noises. “Oh pleaseee” you say hearing his continuous ‘mmhm’s as their matching the pace to his thrusting. “I’m gonna-“ you start as he grabs your hair making you look up “I can feel you, cum all over me baby” he says laying a kiss on your forehead as he starts to thrust faster into you “I-I’m cummingg” you say in a whiny tone as you release all over him and he fucks you through your orgasm him cumming shorty after. “Fix yourself” he says fixing his pants “Don’t want your boyfriend to see you like that, now do we” he says lighting another one of his cigarettes.———————————————————————————

AUTHOR’ NOTE - this was so random-. i would rlly enjoy if u commented nd reposted it (+ like but i won’t push it ! [thank you for the support on the last story!!!]

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blankwashed · 3 months

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Sleepless Shadows (Part 8) (Part 2)

The ride to the clinic was calm, and everything felt to fall in place nicely. You were having a spirited conversation with Takuma, and you found out that his family was close to Satoru's as well.

Arriving at the clinic, Satoru got down from the car first, escorting you out like the gentleman he was. You blushed and held on to his arm. And then you saw what you would call horror.All the women in the clinic, including the workers, were staring at Satoru. It's not like the men weren't allowed there, but because of his good looks, you groaned in your mind, "Fuck, I guess this is the only downside of our relationship."

"Good morning, we're here to see a gynecologist for my girlfriend Y/N here. Is there any doctor available?" Satoru spoke to the nurse in charge. You could see her shoulders fall as he mentioned the word "girlfriend," but she did show both of you to the doctor's room. After thanking her, you whispered to Satoru, "Babe, everyone is staring at you. Not even looking, staring!"

Satoru, probably already used to all this attention, replied, "It's nothing to me, babe. I don't care for fame or popularity just based on my physical appearance. And anyway, you're all that I care about." He booped your nose.

As you entered the doctor's room, you noticed a surprising and unprofessional behavior from the doctor. She began to unbutton the top of her shirt and greeted Satoru as if he were the female coming for the checkup.

"Good afternoon, sir. What would be the issue that you'd be coming here for?" she said as she stood up, asking him to sit on the patient's chair. What the heck? Satoru isn't a woman, and this seemed like an inappropriate gesture. Is she trying to hit on him?

"Aha, no, not me. My girlfriend, Y/N, felt some uneasiness and pain in her lower region yesterday. We're here just to check up on her, not me," Satoru pushed her hands away and gestured for you to sit in the patient's chair.

Ugh, you really didn't want her checking up on you anymore after she tried to flirt with your boyfriend. You figured this was the start of a very annoyingly jealous journey, reassuring yourself that he didn't take pleasure in all of this.

The gynecologist was clearly not pleased with what she had to do, but she asked you to sit on the bench where you had to open your legs for her to check. You did as instructed, and she simply mentioned that the pain only occurred because you lost your virginity to something quite large. That made you blush, and you turned to Satoru, who looked away.

After the doctor gave you painkillers to numb the pain, you guys were out of there and Satoru still noticed that you were unhappy for some reason. Clearly.

"Dear, what's wrong? Was the doctor not right?" He held onto your hands as Takuma arrived with the car to pick you guys up.

"It's nothing, baby. I just really disliked how she flirted with you, knowing that I was your girlfriend and was right there! Ugh. Some women in this world…" You sulked and revealed why you were unhappy to him. You didn't want to feel like this; you didn't want to give him your emotional burden to carry, but it was really eating at your heart.

Satoru took you closer to him and kissed your forehead. "I know, dear. I really dislike it. It's annoying, and especially, it makes my babygirl upset." He was trying to calm you down because, to be honest, you were already fuming, like a firework.

"Guess what, babe? I think whenever we go out, I'll wear a paper bag over my head," he said, grabbing one from the glove compartment of his car. You laughed at his silly gesture.

"No, no, that's not necessary. People would think you're insane!" you tried to hold in your laughter while speaking.

"Well baby, I'd do anything as long as it makes you happy. And I'm sure people staring at me doesn't," He said while playing with your hair.

You lay down on his chest, finding comfort in hearing his heartbeat and scent. It probably wouldn't really matter, all those females who want Satoru, because he is mine in the end.

Suddenly, you hear your phone ring, it was an unknown number. strange.

KRING KRING, KRING KRING

You pick up the phone and as always says "Hello, y/n here. Who's on the line?", strange, usually your friends text you instead of calling you.

"I know you're on a date with our hot lecturer, Y/N. You're in a romantic relationship with him, am I right? It's against the rules of Jujutsu University to date lecturers; I'm sure you know that," Who was this? Why was their voice muffled and robotic?

You turned pale and couldn't speak. Who could this be? Did they see you guys entering the clinic? Satoru noticed and took the phone from your ear to his. "Hello?" he said. The unknown caller let out maniacal laughter, "Mr. Gojo, you're replying instead of her? How classic."

"Excuse me?" he replied back to the person's uncommon reply. "Just do something for me, Gojo. You want to keep your job, right? I'll tell you what you can do for me. Just let all of the students in your class pass with A1s (A+) and no, I won't tell you who I am," following with the same psychotic laughter.

"And I know that you can't report me to the higher-ups either; they will also find out about your relationship with Y/N. So think wisely, Gojo. That will be all from me. Sayonara~" The mysterious person hangs up, leaving both of you dumbfounded and scared.

too many words to fit on one post lol

#satoru gojo #satoru #gojou satoru x reader #fics #jjk #satoru drama #who dat huh

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watercolor-hearts · 6 months

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Hey swettie!! Rumours said that you're doing panick attack prompts🥺 I'd love to make a request for you if you're ok with thaaaat.

10 and 4, for Piarles🤍💙

Hi dear 😊

I took my time this one, that's for sure, but I had to survive the first semester, and also, I don't really know that much about Pierre so for a while I wasn't even sure if I'll be able to write this story for you.

But it's about a panic attack and it's hard to say no to it, especially when back then this was the only prompt I got in a long time. So yeah, I tried my best with it and I hope you like it.

Oh, and another thing. This is the first time something like this happened, but I forgot to include the actual prompts in the story. I only remembered it was a panic attack prompt, I forgot about the actual lines (10 & 4 from a panic attack prompt list). I'm so sorry. I hope you'll still like it. ❤

Also, dear people who want to request a story from me: please check my pinned post before sending prompts and pairings. It has all the important information about pairings and topics I write and don't write for. Let's make each other's job easier. Thank you. 😊

Charles/Pierre, Arthur • 1067 • crash • mentions of dying • panic attack • fainting • hurt/comfort • crying • a religious moment • Ao3 link

Charles was chatting with Pierre outside the Alpine garage when it happened; a loud bang on the track, carbon fiber flying everywhere, fans screaming and crying on the grandstands. A huge crash in turn one.

“Oh my God, who was it?” Charles asked, immediately turning around to see if he could identify the car from where he was standing but they were too far away to clearly see. He needed to get closer.

The blood froze in Pierre’s veins when he saw the crash on the TV on the wall of the garage. It was Arthur. And it was bad. Very bad.

“Charles, wait!” Pierre shouted when Charles started running. Pierre knew Charles shouldn’t go there. They won’t let him close but he still shouldn’t go there.

Charles didn’t listen to him. He needed to make sure his brother was alright.

A few moments later Pierre was able to catch him but it was too late, Charles had already heard words like “it’s a Dams” and “got T-boned” and “it’s in two pieces”. Charles’ throat tightened and heart pounded as he tried to get closer to have a better view.

“Charles!” Pierre touched Charles’ shoulder to get his attention and to hold him back from wanting to go closer.

“Let me go!” Charles shouted, fighting Pierre’s strong hold on him. “I need to see if it’s Arthur, Pierre. I need to—”

“They won’t let you there, Charles,” Pierre told him, trying to guide him away, unsuccessfully. “We should go back to the garage.”

“Is it Arthur, Pierre?” Charles asked, voice trembling. Pierre didn’t know what to say. “Is it Arthur, Pierre?” Charles asked again, louder, his chest heaving with difficult breaths.

“Charles, come back with me, okay?” Pierre asked, looking into Charles’ scared eyes, trying to quickly find a way to get Charles back to the garage before he'd break down. “They won’t let you go there. Come with me. They’ll tell you everything they know.”

“I need to see my brother!” Charles shouted at Pierre when he tried to pull him away from the crowd that was blocking the view. “I need to see him, Pierre! I need to see if he’s—” Charles’ chest heaved as he tried to breathe but he started feeling like it’s harder and harder to do it. They didn’t let him see his brother. They didn’t… “I need to hold his hand, Pierre. I can’t—I can’t lose him. I can’t—”

“He’s being airlifted to the hospital,” one of the marshalls told them, “They’re working hard to bring him back.”

If looks could kill, Pierre would’ve killed that marshall for saying this in front of Charles.

“W-what do you mean to bring him back?” Charles asked, breath stuck in his throat as the realization hit him. His brother was dying. They were doing CPR on him.

The world started spinning with Charles. He didn’t know where he was, his vision became blurry, he couldn’t breathe, he could only feel his heart racing like it wanted to jump out of his chest. Arthur was dying. His little brother was dying. Dying. Dying. Dying.

And now Charles felt like he was dying too.

“-les, look at me,” Pierre told him while putting a hand on his shoulder to distract him, “You need to breathe—”

“Arthur—”

“Charles, please, look at me,” Pierre asked, trying to help Charles calm down but it didn’t seem to work because Charles didn’t listen to him but started hyperventilating instead. Now Pierre almost started panicking too, seeing how fast Charles’ breaths were and how disoriented he looked. He had never experienced anything like this. He didn’t know what to do.

“I can’t brea— I can’t— My chest—” Charles whispered before his sight went from blur to nothing, his only luck not falling on the floor was Pierre’s quick reflexes and strong hands catching him and preventing him from hitting his head.

“Help!” Pierre shouted, blood rushing in his ears as he held Charles’ limp body close to his own, his heart racing like he's just ran a marathon, “I need a medic!”

***

“It was a panic attack,” the doctor at the medical center told them after taking a look at Charles’ EKG, not seeing any abnormalities in it that could cause concern. Charles was now lying on the examining bed, fully conscious. Fortunately, he had only blacked out for a few seconds.

“You sure it wasn’t a heart attack or something like that?” Pierre asked, his thumb caressing Charles’ hand, looking for reassurance and also trying to provide comfort to Charles. “He gestured towards his chest and wanted to say something about it before he collapsed.”

“I’m sure, yes,” the doctor nodded, “His EKG is normal, so is his pulse, blood pressure, heart sounds, and breathing, and there’s no chest or arm pain. It was a really strong and scary panic attack but it’s over now, fortunately. I advise resting for a few hours,” he said, and then looked at Charles, “Someone from your team is waiting for you outside. You can either go back to the garage or stay here for a while to gather energy, it’s up to you. Do you have any questions?”

“Is…,” Charles gulped, taking a deep breath before attempting to actually ask what he wanted to know since he has been conscious again, “Is Arthur… alive?”

“He’s in critical condition,” the doctor replied, “He’d been airlifted to the closest hospital and is in surgery now. This is all I can tell you.”

“Will he…?” Charles wanted to ask, but instead he just shook his head and tried not letting the tears find their way down his face. It was hard not to cry, but he wanted to look strong, and he knew nobody knew if Arthur would survive.

“We are all hoping for the best.”

Charles nodded, closing his eyes for a moment before opening again and looking at the doctor. “Would you please tell my team I need a few minutes alone? I mean, with Pierre. Just a few more minutes and I’ll go back.”

“Of course.”

“Thank you.”

After the doctor had left, Pierre looked at his and Charles’ hand and then at Charles. His heart broke when he noticed the wet spots on Charles’ face, his eyelashes stuck together from tears, his eyes red and glassy.

“Charles,” Pierre whispered, squeezing Charles’ hand, voice thin from almost crying, “Let’s pray for Arthur.”

#piarles #formula 1 #my writing #formula 1 fanfic #anonymous asks

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peachyloveswriting · 2 years

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Could you do Yancy w/ prompts # 22, 24, & 49? Thanks! ;w;

Dance with me

(Yancy x reader)

Summary: a fight with Yancy turns into a strange drunken encounter.

Prompts:

“That was kind of cute.”

“Can you stop being so adorable, I’m trying to be angry!”

“Dance with me.

Warning: angst

"Yancy, we've been together for almost over a year and you still won't tell me what happened. I get it, you don't want to talk about it but you have to trust me. Don't you want to trust me?" You glare at the man before you. The solemn look in his eyes turning dark and murky. Lifting his arms and crossing them over his chest he presses his lips into a thin line.

"No. Youse don't get it." He shifts nervously and looks away from you, his movements sharp and jagged. Dropping his arms he steps forward, pointing an accusing finger at your chest. "I'd like to think I can trust you but at this point I don't even understand why I still do." He snaps. Pains swims in his eyes as he looks at you. His chest heaves as he stands there. Hesitation flashes through his before he snatches his hand away and steps back.

Guilt shoots through your chest. Turning on his heel Yancy begins to walk away. You reach out, changing the image of him leaving. "Wait!" He stops in his tracks before looking back at you. The neatly smoothed back strands of his hair falling out of place. "What?! You want me to wait, to stop, to stay here so you can continue to do this to me!" Shaking his head and closing his eyes he shouts. "I've had enough!" You flinch back from his raised voice.

"I'm done!" Turning, he opens the door and steps out. It slams behind him, the apartment shaking in his wake.

Burning tears fill your eyes as sobs bubble from your throat. Grasping at you chest as you slowly lowered yourself to the ground, where you curl into yourself, you cry. "God damnit." You blink through your tear filled eyes. "Damnit all."

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Rain splashes against the cold window, the different car light illuminating it's foggy glass. There's a jingle of keys before the door opens and clicks back shut. Turning, you look back to see Yancy standing there. Your heart lurches in your chest as you rush over to him. The cold chills you as you engulf him in a hug, your tear all but pouring.

Yancy looks down at you sobbing against him, his expression flat. "Yancy, I'm so sorry. That was so fucked up..." Your voice fades and you fall into sobs. The corners of his mouth pull downwards at the sight before him. His hands stay in his pockets, burning to get out.

Reaching out, he wraps his arms around you tightly. A small smile tugs at his lips as he finally gives in to his emotion. "I'm so sorry I left like that. I should've come back and made things right." He says. He slides a hand up your back, grasping the back of your head to pull you further against him

Except, he didn't. He stares down at you unmoving. Your stomach churns and realization swallows you whole. Lifting your hand and stepping back from him you look up to he him gazing off somewhere else. Sucking in a shaky breath, you cover your face with your hands. "Fuck. Yancy. I'm sorry. I know that won't fix anything but I swear I would go to the ends of the earth to make those words mean something to you." A small sob falls from your lips as you drop your hands and look back up at him. "Please. Yancy, don't let me ruin this."

Cold silence falls over you as a soft song plays in the background. Perfect in the moment, even the words. Maybe you shouldn't have started listening finally turning away from Yancy with your arms wrapped around yourself, you walk towards the window. A surge of sour sadness hits you and you lower your head. Your shoulders shake with your sobs. Yancy looks over at you, his eyes softening at the scene.

Abruptly, who hands grasp you hips and pull you back. Your back in sheltered against Yancy as he wraps his arms around your torso and hides his face away in the nape of your neck. His breathing tickles your skin. "Can youse stop being so adorable? I'm trying to be angry, and you're breaking my heart."

His words sucked the strength right out from underneath you, a shudder shot through your legs and you collapse. Pulling Yancy down with you melt against him, your hands gripping at his arms as your lean your head back against him. Tears soak your face as you sob. He turns his head, the stubble on his face scratching your cheek as he presses a chaste kiss on your face.

Alcohol fills your smell. Scrunching up your nose and snorting, you raise a hand to his head. "Did you drink because of me?" You ask. He hiccups against your skin.

"It hurt." He mumbles.

Frowning, you remove his arms from around you and turn to face him. Grabbing both sides of his face, you speak. "Im so sorry." Leaning your head forward, you press your forehead against his. "I shouldn't have done anything." You say. After a moment, he sighs. Reaching up and grabbing your hand he pulls them away from his face and intertwines your fingers with his.

"You're right, you shouldn't have. But you did anyway." His words fill you with dread.

"but I can fix it. Right?"

Yancy is quiet, his eyes glued to your hands. With your heart pounding in your ears, you suck in a breath. "Dance with me?" He finally asks. Your eyes widen as he sits up straight, his head moving away from yours. Your shock subdues shortly after, your blank gaze making Yancy smile. "That's kind of cute." He blurts.

You furrow your brows. "What? What is?" You ask as he gets to his feet. Pulling your hand, he tugs you up with him. "Your face just now." He gently squeezes your hands.

Snorting softly you shake your head. "That has nothing to do with this." Your lips strain to hold back a smile.

"it doesn't matter, just don't pressure me anymore and dance."

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Notes: it's been awhile since I did a request so here's a little drabble I did in a rush. I hope you enjoy, happy Halloween.

#ahwm yancy #yancy x reader #markiplier egos x reader #yancy the prisoner #iswm x reader #ahwm x reader

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thatmexisaurusrex · 2 years

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I'd like to request prompt 35 (shielding each other w/ their own body) from your Pride drabble prompts?! *blows a kiss*

Catttttt ✨ ✨ ✨ Thank you so so much for the prompt! I have such a fun idea for this, I hope you enjoy the drabble! 🥰

Prompt 11: Shielding Each Other with Their Own Body

| 10 | Prompts | 12 |

"Nooooooo - !" Bucky screamed dramatically as his body moved in slow motion toward Sam.

The man could run faster than a car, but here he was, moving as if he was making the special effects in real-time.

" - ooooooooo - !"

Sam was already completely drenched by the super soakers AJ and Cass somehow acquired during the water balloon fight before Bucky's body jumped in front of Sam's like this was the climax of an action film.

" - ooooooooo - !"

He barely even got soaked.

" - ooooooooo - ."

Bucky's heroic glide from his slow-motion jaunt landed him half a second of air at most in front of Sam, Cass and AJ giggling up a storm as they watched Bucky fall into the mud under Sam.

" - ooooooooo - pafawww pshhhhhh bwaaaaaaaah..."

Sam was still being completely drenched by Cass and AJ, and now Sarah too as she made her way away from some of the other people in the neighborhood and began tossing water balloons at Sam.

Sam should be doing something.

But he could barely breathe. He was bent over, wheezing between laughs, his legs buckling as he fell to the ground next to Bucky in a fit of giggles.

"Everything's going dark, Sam," said Bucky weakly from the ground, "I don't think I'm going to make it."

"You're barely wet," said Sam between laughs into Bucky's pretty dry shirt that was only getting wet now due to Sam's family deciding it was hilarious to still attack him while he's in a state of uncontrollable laughter, "You have more mud on you than water."

"Tell yourself I love you," Bucky said, holding Sam's face tenderly at first before squishing it with his muddy hands, "Tell yourself I'll always love... blegh."

Bucky let his head drop to the ground, let his tongue lull outside of his mouth.

His hands were still squishing Sam's face.

He still coughed when AJ or Cass accidentally got water in his open mouth. He choked when a fly accidentally wandered into his open cave of a mouth.

Sam couldn't stop laughing. There was no way he could ever. He was going to spend the rest of his life in the mud of the vacant lot three doors down, half-draped over this ridiculous man, laughing until he was crying and his family wouldn't even care.

No, they would just throw water balloons and soak him with super soakers and laugh at how insanely smitten he was with a man who didn't even save Sam when he shielded Sam with his body.

Sam couldn't find it in himself to be mad about it. He could live forever in this laugh, as Bucky made noises Sam assumed were what people in the forties thought dead people made.

"As much fun as it is to have an easy target to hit, I did come over to tell you all that the crawfish are almost ready," said Sarah, definitely amused by Sam and his weird cyborg roommate.

"We'll be over soon," said Bucky, and Sam could hear Sarah quietly ushering Cass and AJ away from the two of them.

Sam was still having a problem coming down from his fit of giggles, though, and lay on Bucky for what could have been seconds, what could have been years, just laughing into Bucky's chest.

"If we don't go soon, there's going to be no crayfish left," said Bucky, and Sam could feel Bucky's muddy hand rubbing his back, "For me, at least. They're always going to save some for 'Paul's youngest son'."

Sam felt himself settling down enough to talk.

"Crawfish, Bucky. Crawfish. Play your cards right and I'll share," said Sam as he gazed up at Bucky.

At his warm smile and how his hair was growing out again and the stubble he seemed to always have. There was something about it. The way he was now that harkened back to those crappy safehouses in Europe, that cabin Bucky had in Wakanda.

Like Bucky was the guy Sam had thought of as a friend. That Sam thought of as more.

"You have a beautiful laugh," said Bucky, because that was a totally normal thing to say to your roommate.

"You're a terrible actor," Sam countered, not quite ready to see what "more" meant, happy to live in whatever this middle ground was for a bit longer.

Bucky rolled his eyes.

"Last time I'm ever fake saving you," said Bucky as he helped Sam up to his feet.

Sam cackled.

"You took half a second of water for me," said Sam, not letting go of Bucky's hand as they walked towards the food line, "I wouldn't call that saving anyone."

Holding hands was a... normal roommate thing to do. Bucky didn't seem to mind.

"I was a hero, Sam," said Bucky, offended, "I died for you."

"You're such a drama queen," said Sam with less fire and banter than he meant to, and it came out soft and endearing.

It didn't help that Sam couldn't stop smiling at Bucky. That Bucky couldn't stop smiling at him.

"For you, Sam Wilson, I will be the most obnoxious drama queen," said Bucky, and Sam could see it in Bucky's eyes, he knew Sam would spiral into fits of laughter from that.

It wasn't even that funny. Sam couldn't stop laughing, though. He leaned on Bucky's side, still holding Bucky's hand, laughing as they waited for their turn in line. Because Sam was gone for the most absurd guy he had ever met. And he was pretty sure Bucky liked him too.

*****

This series is to celebrate Pride Month with some fun prompts. If you’d like me to write a drabble based on a prompt of you’re choosing, look at the prompts and send me one via ask! 🥰

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eddswrold-fandicc · 2 years

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Cola Losers

Part 2

A typical day at the neighbors house. Mark was at work. He worked at an expensive brand clothing store. Though he only worked as a cashier and a stocking person, he'd still get payed a load. Not only that, he got discounts, and gets to keep the clothes that get thrown away. It's better they end up with someone who could use them than to be in the garbage. The clothes that wouldn't fit him would go to donation.

Jon was at his mother's house, helping her with living basically. Ever since she had gotten into that car accident, she hasn't been able to do certain things on her own. She can still cook, shower, and get herself around. But living in a wheelchair can only let you do so much, so Jon went to his mother's house a few times a week to clean, grocery shop, and help her with everything he can.

Eduardo was sitting at home, watching TV in the living room and enjoying a plate of Mexican food he whipped up. Boy, can he really cook. It was just some Mexican rice, chicken, and a soft tortilla. But still, that shit was mouth watering.

Eduardo was just about to take another bite until he heard a knock on the front door. He turned the TV down and listened, thinking it was the TV at first. Then another knock hit the door. Someone was actually here. Maybe Mark was expecting a package or something.

Not really surprised, Eduardo opened the door to a red-faced neighbor. He looked upset, which was weird.

"Ah, Edd! What can I do for you?" Eduardo hasn't heard from, or even seen Edd in about a week since their date. He was thinking about texting him, but he didn't want to intrude. A deal was a deal, after all.

"I..." Edd ran his fingers through his hair. Tears brimmed his eyes, "I am in a crisis because of you!"

Eduardo was taken back. Even though he fucked with his neighbors a lot, he had never seen Edd get like... this.

"Woah, woah, wait. Settle down, come have a seat," Eduardo spoke calmly and let Edd inside. He sat beside him on the couch.

"Okay, what's going on? I haven't seen you in a while." Eduardo handed Edd a box of tissues sitting nearby. Mark always had some in the living room when he watched his late night romances.

Edd sniffled and took a tissue. He wiped a tear rolling down his face, "I-I wasn't gay. And then I agreed to go on a date with you, and now I'm confused. I let you touch me, and- and kiss me. And now I don't know."

Edd looked away, more tears streamed down his face. Eduardo thought for a moment before speaking.

"Do you want some food?"

Edd looked at him, completely confused, "What?"

"I made a Mexican dish. Do you want some?" He smiled meekly.

"I'm over here having a sexuality crisis, and you're offering me food? Are you serious right now?!" Edd started getting angry, which was something everyone wanted to avoid.

"There's nothing I can do for your crisis except be there for you, if you even want me to. That's all you, it's not up to me to decide for you. Now do you want some damn food or not, loser?"

Edd looked at Eduardo, glaring at him actually. Eduardo was keeping his ground, staring right back.

Edd pouted, "Fine."

He left, soon returning with a warm plate of food and a drink, "You don't like diet coke, so here's a sprite."

Edd took the plate, "Thanks."

Eduardo grabbed his plate and sat back down next to Edd. They ate in silence, watching TV for a little bit.

"Sorry, Edd. There's really nothing I can do except be there for you. If you want to be with me and see if you are gay, we can do that. If you find out you aren't, then... I don't know. It wouldn't really be the first time someone's switched on me."

"But what if I'm not, and you end up hurt? I would feel really bad." Edd took a sip of the sprite and slightly flinched. He hasn't drank TV static in a long time.

Eduardo finished his plate before speaking, "I'd get over it. It's happened before, and I'm really glad that I can help someone find their sexuality. Things would just go back to normal then."

Edd looked at him. Watching him watch the TV. He looked at his features, thinking he'd be interesting to draw.

Eduardo's brown eyes met his, "What?"

"I-um.. can we.." Edd started to thump his leg. A blush dusted across his face.

"Can we... do stuff to figure out if I'm gay?" His voice got higher as he spoke. He never thought he'd have to ask that question in his life.

Eduardo cocked a brow, "You're asking to sleep with me?"

Edd shyly nodded. He looked at his knees to avoid eye contact.

Eduardo looked at him for a moment. This could either go right, or really wrong. He doesn't even know if Edd could handle being fucked.

"Yeah, sure, alright," he mumbled, trying to keep things from getting awkward. He stood and took both plates to the kitchen, "Let's go to my room. I don't want Jon walking in on us."

Edd followed his neighbor down the hallway and to his room. He looked around and listened to the door shut and the lock click.

Eduardo had cream colored walls with nothing decorating them. A queen sized bed sat in the corner of the room, and a dresser sat opposing it.

"You have nothing on your walls," Edd looked disgusted at it.

"I do it just to bug Mark." Eduardo gave a cocky smile.

Edd stared at him with his disgusted face, "I'm gonna give you something to hang on your wall later. I don't know how you can be in here with nothing to look at."

Eduardo chuckled and invited his neighbor to sit with him on the bed.

"Do you want top or bottom?"

Edd thought for a moment and blinked, "Does it matter?"

Eduardo could clearly tell that Edd didn't know what he was talking about. He's got a lot of learning to do, "Okay, nevermind. Let's start small."

"Okay. What?" Edd looked like a middle school girl about to receive a secret at a slumber party.

Eduardo shook his head and smiled. He could tell Edd was willing to learn, but really didn't know what he was doing or getting into.

He took Edd by the chin and lightly kissed him. He backed away and looked at Edd before kissing him deeper.

Edd let Eduardo trail down and kiss on his neck. He could feel his dick starting to stand when Eduardo rubbed on his body. He gasped when he felt a hand palm at his crotch. He brought his knee up, accidentally grinding it on Eduardo.

Edd bit his lip when hearing Eduardo groan in his neck. He grinded his knee against Eduardo's crotch again, listening to his noises.

Eduardo unbuttoned Edd's pants and slid his hand in. He cupped his balls and lightly squeezed them. His other hand was working it's way under Edd's signature green hoodie, toying with his nipples.

He listened to Edd's breathing and how he'd make a cute little moan in between breaths. He felt Edd's hand on his arm. The other one was behind him, supporting his body.

Eduardo took his hands off Edd and repositioned him. He sat on the edge of the bed and encouraged Edd to sit on his lap, facing him.

"Oh wait. Before you sit, take your pants off."

Edd nodded and began to slide his pants down. Eduardo joined and took his own pants off, then pulled Edd onto his lap. He started at Edd's neck again, pulling his body closer to his and letting their dicks grind together.

Edd softly moaned and started grinding against Eduardo on his own. He was enjoying the foreplay, but damn, he was getting needy. He grinded harder and harder, breathing harder and letting himself get out of breath. Eduardo had to pull his hips back a little.

"God, Eduardo, please touch me." Edd whined.

Eduardo pulled off Edd's hoodie, completely ignoring his request and licking his nipples instead.

Edd jumped. He didn't know how sensitive his nipples were. He felt Eduardo's tongue swirl around him. He moaned and bit his lip. He started to trail his hand down his torso to touch himself, but before he could get to his dick, Eduardo pulled his hand away.

Edd whined again, "Please.."

Eduardo switched to the other nipple in response. He listened to Edd breathe and moan again as he licked and sucked on his nipple. He grabbed Edd's ass and started their grinding again.

Edd had his hands on Eduardo's shoulders for support as he grinded himself against his neighbor. He looked down and saw how desperate his cock looked.

He reached down again, and instead of grabbing his own cock, he grabbed Eduardo's. He liked the feeling of those warm hands groping his ass as he started to pump his fist.

Eduardo pulled his mouth off of Edd and followed his actions. He grabbed Edd's needy cock and gave it a squeeze before he jerked him off.

Edd moaned at the attention finally on his erection. He looked at Eduardo and roughly kissed him, opening his mouth to let his walls be explored. He tightened his grip around Eduardo, making him moan in his mouth.

Eduardo pulled off completely, looking at Edd. His face was red, and his hair was messy, "You wanna 69?"

Edd nodded. He was so needy to go further.

Eduardo layed back as Edd positioned himself over his face. Eduardo immediately took Edd's cock in his mouth and began to move his tongue.

Edd moaned and leaned forward, jerking Eduardo's cock before he licked the tip. He squeezed the base of the dick in front of him and took it in his mouth, going deeper until his gag reflex kicked in. He heard Eduardo moan around his cock, sending it vibrations. God, it felt so good to him.

Eduardo thrusted his head on Edd's cock as Edd sucked his faster. Both were moaning around the others dicks, making it a whole lot better.

Eduardo pulled off of the cock that once was down his throat and moved to the asshole in his face. He kissed the meat of Edd's ass before giving it a bite. He grabbed his cock and jerked Edd off as he licked his tight hole.

Edd was taken by the surprise of sensations and choked on Eduardo. He pulled off and moaned into his thigh. His cock leaked so much precum, you might as well say he came. Edd jerked off the dick in front of him as he moaned and panted from the attention in the back.

Eduardo squeezed the head of Edd's cock and moved down to play with his balls. He licked all the way down and kissed his ballsack.

Edd wrapped his lips around Eduardo's cock and sucked it like it was the last piece of candy on earth. Eduardo found himself thrusting in Edd's mouth and his hips twitching.

He took Edd's balls in his mouth, giving them a good sucky suck. One hand was continuing to pump around Edd's cock, and the other one was rimming around his asshole. And honestly, it was too much for Edd. He doesn't know if he could handle this much pleasure.

He pulled off of Eduardo's cock and looked back at him, "Guh-! Eduardo, please- I- oh~! Don't think I can handle it."

Eduardo groaned against Edd's balls in response. He reached his hand down and ran his fingers through Edd's hair, giving it a tug as well. He could feel his body trembling above him.

Edd furiously jerked off Eduardo's dick, letting his cum spill on his face. Pleads and constant mumbling spilled from Edd's mouth as Eduardo took his cock back in his mouth.

Edd continued to jerk off his neighbor, moaning and pleading for his own orgasm. His legs were trembling, trying to keep himself from thrusting into Eduardo's mouth. Tears rolled down Edd's face and drool found its way out of the corner of his mouth.

Eduardo groped and massaged Edd's balls as he went deeper on his cock. Edd's constant noises and pleas were like music to him. Hell, they could be music to anyone because fuck, did he sound cute and hot right now.

Eduardo wrapped his arms around Edd's body and encouraged him to thrust. He noticed Edd's hole puckering so he decided to give it some attention again.

Edd began thrusting hard down Eduardo's throat, groaning and shaking. His thrusts got sloppy and more shaky as he reached his peak. His cries could probably be heard at his own house.

"Pleasepleasepleaseplease, oh~! Ffff-uck!" Edd choked on his words as cum shot down Eduardo's throat. He tried pulling out, but Eduardo held him in place, sucking harder and swallowing his cum.

"Hah- Eduardo, please! Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck, please," Edd breathed out, panting and crying as he sat up over Eduardo's face.

Eduardo pulled off and licked the rest of Edd's cum off of his dick. He looked up at Edd, who had a dark red face, panting, and tear streaks on his cheeks. He sat up, gently kissing Edd and swiping his thumb across his cheek.

"How was that?"

Edd panted, trying to catch his breath.

"I think... I think I'm gay." He spoke in between breaths.

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imagines-by-a-typical-fangirl · 3 years

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Good Girl, Bad Boy (Pt.13 of 15)

Pairing: Billy Hargrove X Reader

Word count: 1.9 K

Summary: You're the extreme opposite of Billy Hargrove. The good girl, with perfect grades, the child every mother wants to have. And you don't want to have nothing to do with his kind. Ignoring Billy – and his constant, lingering stare – became an habit. But after you're put together for a special school program, you'll have no choice but to get along with him. And soon enough you'll find out that Billy is so much more than just Hawkins' bad boy.

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“Billy has improved. A lot.” Seated on Mrs. Martinez's office, you go over why Billy deserves a good recommendation letter. Half the teachers already agreed, much more because of you than because of him, but that's not the point. “He doesn't get a C since he started, he wants to be a Marine Biologist and he gets straight As on Biology and honestly, he's actually helping me on Chemistry.”

“I've been tracking his progress and I've been impressed with your work. Billy Hargrove is by far the best in the program.” She read some files, putting them down before looking up at you. “I also noticed that you two became very close.”

“Mmm, yeah... W-we're dating.” You stutter, clearing your throat. “But it doesn't change the fact that he's doing great. I mean, Billy does want to go to college and–”

“Don't worry about it. A student's love life isn't my business. I just mentioned it because it was impossible not to notice.” She smiles and you blush even more. “Well, I'll be happy to write him a good recommendation letter. But for the principal, it'll be good if you get some of Billy's friends to make some reports. But we can arrange it immediately if you want. The Principal is in a meeting but I can let you know as soon as he's available if you manage to get some people right now.”

You stand up, smiling. “I can. Thank you so much.” Mrs. Martinez got that urgency of the matter, and you're more than eager to keep that up. “I'll gather some people and whenever you're ready I'll be at the parking lot.”

“Sounds good.”

“Alright.” With another ‘thank you’, you rush outside, walking fast to the parking lot. Billy is leaning against his car, and Nancy and the others are near Steve's car, a couple of feet away.

“Princess of Hawkins number two. Are we going or not?” Steve asks, making Billy notice your presence. “I'm dying for some ice cream.”

“Actually, I need a huge favor from the three of you.” Keeping your voice soft, you walk over to Billy, standing next to him. The stick on his mouth gets your attention, and you raise an eyebrow at him. “Is that my lollipop? That I was saving up?”

“...No.” He mutters, with a half-smile as he takes the candy off his mouth. “Maybe. But we can share.” Billy gives you the lollipop and you roll your eyes, biting back a smile before putting it into your mouth. And for some reason, Billy has that stupid smirk on his face

“That's the most disgusting thing I've ever seen,” Steve speaks up, getting your attention.

Looking at him, you shrug your shoulders. “What? I kiss that mouth, you know that, right?”

“And you do a great job doing it,” Billy whispers on your year before taking the candy once again.

“Alright. You, drop it.” With a finger on Billy's face, you take the lollipop from his mouth again. “I have something important to say.” Turning at your friends, you take a deep breath. “Mrs. Martinez agreed on writing a good recommendation letter for Billy. But to convince the Principal to do the same, she needs a couple of students to... Give some reports, you know. As witnesses that my handsome boyfriend is now an amazing student too.”

Steve bursts into laughter, covering his mouth with one hand as you stare at him. Arms crossed, an eyebrow raised. It takes long seconds until he stops. “What?” He stutters. “You can't possibly think I'll...” As he speaks, Steve looks at the others, and not Nancy or Jonathan seems to find it funny. “Oh, c'mon. I agreed on standing Billy, but I never agreed on giving good reports.”

“Steve, this is important.”

“(Y/N), c'mon. Billy isn't–”

“Billy has good grades now and that's what I'm talking about. You don't have to like him.” Walking over Steve, you touch his shoulder. “You don't have to do it if you don't want to, but we're trying to build our future. And if you find it in your heart to do this for me, I'll be very thankful.”

“God, you're so damn good.” Billy mutters, and you roll your eyes.

“Well...” Stepping back, you smile. “I could also kill Steve. Would you help me hide the body, B?”

“Ridiculous,” Steve mumbles, making you giggle. “Fine, (Y/N). Just because somehow you made a good boyfriend out of this scumbag.”

“I'd take that back if I were you,” Billy says, raising his voice a bit.

“Woah, back down.” It's not the first time the two have incidents like this, and you always have to calm them down. “You guys have to–”

“(Y/N).” Mrs. Martinez calls and you look to your left. She walks fast, smiling. “The Principal will see the students now. But you can't be inside the office for that. They'll be interviewed separately.”

“Alright.” Breathing out, you give Steve a look. “Don't say anything driven by your personal–”

“I won't.” Steve rolls his eyes.

Mrs. Martinez guides the three of them inside the school again, and you follow them, holding hands with Billy. “It'll work.” You tell him.

“It will.” He agrees, with the smile that belongs to you alone.

“Billy boy!” Someone yells and you soon recognize Tommy, with an arm around Carol's shoulders. “Forgot to tell you, buddy. Awesome party tonight at my place.” Tommy smiles and nods at you, and Carol does the same. “My parents aren't home so we'll go hard, all night long and I count on you to set the tone as we like it.” As he speaks, he gives you a weird look. “You don't have to come if you don't want, (Y/N). I know you don't really like it.”

“I'm not going without (Y/N), you know that,” Billy says, and Tommy rolls his eyes.

“C'mon, pal. I planned everything. Wild and dirty, as you like it. I'm sure (Y/N) won't mind you going by yourself, right (Y/N)?”

“I won't. He can–”

“Sorry, guys, I gotta go,” Tommy speaks out, cutting you off. “A lot of things to do. See you there. Bye, my friends.” Waving, both he and Carol walk away.

Billy starts walking again, but you hold his hands, forcing him to stop. “B, I want to go.” You tell him, sighing. These parties aren't your thing, even though you've been to some with Billy. Mostly when it's someone's birthday. But other than that, you've been skipping them. He likes them though, and you don't want to be the one to hold him back. “Let's party and do whatever he meant by wild and dirty.”

Billy giggles, pulling you close. “You have no idea what he meant by that, pretty girl. And you don't have to go, it's alright.”

“No, B. I know you have fun on those things and I really...” You don't want to lie, not to him. So you sigh, running a hand through your hair. “Just go, alright? Have fun with your friends and... I just... I don't want to be the one to keep you from doing stuff you like. You know I'm not... I'm not like you in many, many aspects but–”

“(Y/N), listen.” Billy takes both your hands, looking down at you. “I love you.”

“B...”

“Shhh. I love when you call me that but listen.” Cupping your cheeks, he places a quick, soft kiss on your lips. “I love you just like that. Good girl, with perfect grades and so damn polite and friendly that sometimes almost kills me of jealously.” He smiles, kissing your nose. “But I wouldn't change a thing about you. Your... Goodness was exactly what made me fall for you. You're... Everything I'm not. And I'm still perplexed that you love me back.”

You're a blushing mess when he's done speaking, eyes locked on his. “A-are you sure?”

“I am.” He nods, smiling. “Why go to some stupid party when I can stay with you?”

“I'll invite you to dinner then... Let's say... Pizza?”

“Pizza.” He agrees.

“Mr. Hargrove.” The teacher calls, and you both look at her. “The Principal wants to talk to you.”

“Right away.” He says, winking at you.

When Billy enters the Principal office, you wait outside, leaning against the wall. To say you're nervous is an understatement. The Principal's letter is the most important, and you know he needs it very much.

“Sweet (Y/N).” A masculine voice calls, and you immediately look to your left, leaving your bag on the floor. It's Tyler, coming from around the corner. “What are you doing here all alone?”

“What are you doing here? Detention again?” Tyler is the only one of Billy's friends you can't stand. You soon figured out he's more like a parasite, sticking close even though people don't really like him. But still, you try not to treat him like the asshole he is. But it doesn't mean you have to answer his questions.

“No, no.” He smiles, a disgusting smile that sends shivers down your spine. Not the good kind of shivers. “I had to leave something on my locker but now... I'm actually happy I got you alone.” Tyler walks over you, standing a bit too close, making you step back. “Now tell me, (Y/N). What are you doing here? ...All alone?” He leans closer, his mouth close to your ear.

You immediately move away, violently pushing his chest. Tyler always gives you this sensation, as if he's trying to get to you somehow. And you hate it. It makes you feel like you're completely naked under his stare. “What do you think you're doing?” You ask, anger flowing out. “Stay the hell away from me, you jerk.”

Tyler laughs. Out loud, mocking you. You're about to curse again him when it happens.

Tyler moves too fast, an arm encircling your waist. His grip is too strong, and it makes you violently collapse against his chest. “I've trying to get you for far too long, sweetie.” He grunts as you start fighting, pushing him away and still trying to understand what the hell is going on. “If Billy can have you, so can I. Or do you think–” He stops suddenly when you succeed to hit him in the ribs.

“LET GO OF ME!” You manage to push out, as loud as you can, your mind yelling for Billy. But before you can say it, call for him, a hand comes to your mouth, and Tyler's free hand starts wandering through your body.

You feel violated, abused already, but it doesn't matter how hard you try, he's stronger than you.

“Sweet (Y/N), let's...” He starts pulling you, and you do try to resist as much as you can. “...Let's find ourselves some nice supply closet and get more... Comfortable? What do you think, huh? Gonna show you how a man–”

“LET GO OF HER!” The scream, the voice that sounds like thunder, makes your whole body relax at the same time Tyler's grip loosens.

The rest is pure chaos.

Billy grabs Tyler and throws him to the ground. Someone pulls you away from the fight, and you soon recognize Nancy. In her embrace, you hide your face in her hair, and she helps as you fix your clothes.

Your mind is mess, and you can't even process what's happening.

The only thing you know is that you're safe now, away from that monster. And Billy is beating him up into a bloody mess.

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writemywaytoyourheart · 3 years

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Aim For The Heart | Chapter 1: At First Sight

Pairing: hitman!jk x female reader

Genre: E2L, romance, angst, drama

WC: 4.5k

Warnings for this chapter: alcohol consumption, language, stalking kind of? I think that's all lol. Pls let me know if there is anything else I should put.

tag list; @teresaisla @hopekookies @moonchild1 @barbellastyles98 @ggukkieland @mwitsmejk @yukiehyukie

summary; Jeon Jungkook is an infamous hitman, known for his inability to fail at whatever job is thrown his way. At least, up until now. Y/n, a kind-hearted and full of life teacher, is his newest target. Jeon isn't sure who would put a hit on this seemingly innocent girl, but fortunately, that isn't his problem. All he has to do is pull the trigger.

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A bright smile graces your features as you tuck the little star-shaped peanut butter and jelly sandwiches into a tiny container, just barely getting two of them to fit as you squish them down a tad bit in order to get the lid clipped on.

Then you grab a little tangerine and a cheese stick to drop into your lunch bag along with the sandwiches, counting the number of items aloud to yourself as they make themselves at home and then you zip it all up.

"Th-There we go!" You lift your lunch for the day in triumph.

Your phone startles you when it starts to ring, then you grapple in your purse to find it. You pull it out and answer right before the last ring.

"Hello?"

"Hey, girl! Are you ready to go? I'm downstairs." The voice of your best friend comes through the phone and you look at the clock on your microwave. You stare at the little black screen, confused as to why the time isn't showing up before remembering that you were never able to figure out how to display the clock when you bought the microwave three years ago. So, you hold your phone out to look at the time.

6:32

"Oh geez! I didn't r-realize the time. I'll be d-down in a minute, k?" You say, earning a lighthearted laugh from the girl on the other end.

"Take your time, hun. I'm not in any rush."

You thank her quickly and hang up, then you run to your room to grab your favorite pink cardigan and throw it on over your white shirt. As you're hurrying out and grabbing your lunch, you stumble and knock your knee into an open lower cabinet that you had forgotten to close the previous night after pulling a pan from it to make dinner.

"Ouch!" You hiss in pain and rub the sore spot, although it does nothing to ease the ache. Then you grab your purse and run outside, almost forgetting to lock the door. But you remember just in time and clumsily lock it before rushing down the stairs leading to the parking lot of your apartment complex.

Your best friend, Mina, is laughing. You can see her through the windshield as she waves to you. Lifting a hand to wave back, you don't realize in time that your arms are full. You drop your lunchbox and have to crouch to get it again, only taking up even more of your time.

But Mina finds it hilarious and tells you so as soon as you slide into the car and fumble with your seatbelt to get it buckled.

"Honestly, ___. I can't believe you're still single. If I wasn't straight as a board, I'd be head over heels for you and all your shenanigans." She states in a matter-of-fact tone as she pulls out of the parking spot.

A blush creeps up your neck and you try to laugh it off, "D-Don't be silly." You whisper, turning your gaze outside to look at the fluffy white clouds decorating the sky beautifully. You smile and lean your forehead against the glass as you imagine lying on a soft cloud, just drifting in the air.

"If you c-could go anywhere at all, where would y-you go?" You ask Mina suddenly, turning to her. Her eyes are focused on the road but she bites her lip in thought at your question. "Mm, probably Italy. What about you?" She's used to your sudden questions and ramblings, so she smiles when you start to go off.

"I'd wanna go up in the c-clouds. I wanna sit on one and maybe even see a r-rainbow up close! I wonder if I could slide down the rainbow..." Your brows furrow in deep thought. "Or would I f-fall?" You turn to her again and she glances over to see your signature puppy dog eyes that you use when you are either confused, upset, or want something.

Mina turns back to the road, a tiny ache in her heart that she hides with a bright smile, "Girl, you would ride that rainbow straight down into a pot of gold!"

"Really?" Your eyes widen and you feel your heart lift at the image.

She nods and you giggle happily, "You can come w-with me, Mina." You say confidently, your gaze turning back to the sky. "We can sleep in the clouds and slide down rainbows for the rest of f-forever."

"Sounds like a deal."

By the time Mina pulls up to the school, you've discussed everything you'd do up in the clouds and what you'd eat when you're hungry (stardust, you've decided, is the best meal anyone could eat.)

You unbuckle and gather your things. Then you remember something and turn back to Mina, "Oh yeah. W-When are you leaving on your business trip?" You ask a tinge of sadness in your voice.

"This weekend," Mina says solemnly. "I'm sorry I won't be able to drive you for a while. I'll be gone for a month this time."

That makes your heart sting but you manage a small smile, "D-Don't worry about me. I can walk! I'm gonna m-miss you though."

"I'll miss you too, buttercup. We'll hang out this Friday night before I leave the next day. How about that?" Mina asks kindly.

You nod enthusiastically and she smiles, "Ok, get your butt in there before you're late! The bell rings in half an hour and you can't be late on a Monday." She urges you and you nod, hopping out of the car and thanking her again for the ride, reassuring her that you'll walk home from work today.

You blow her a kiss and she laughs as you turn and hurry into the school.

You're all set up only a few minutes before the kids are supposed to arrive, so you go onto Pinterest and look through your fairytale boards, feeling a little spark of joy in your chest.

A couple of minutes later, the kids start streaming through the door, greeting you with the same amount of enthusiasm as you greet them. Your kiddos love you so much that all the other teachers are jealous and they let you know it every day. Of course, you have the sweetest kindergarteners and they're always the best for you.

"Hello, Teacher! Good morning Miss ___! Teacher, look at my new haircut!"

"Hi, Jina! Hello M-Minhhyuk! Kun, your new haircut l-looks so good!" All the kids have bright smiles on their faces by the time they've settled in their seats.

You always start the day off by getting everyone to stand and do a few stretches, then you sing the nursery rhymes you learned yesterday and start learning a new one. You honestly have as much fun as the kids during the school day.

"Ok, l-little ducklings, have a seat!" You get their attention and they immediately oblige. Next, is the alphabet that you guys have been working on since the beginning of the year. Every little one sings it perfectly all the way through and you give them a round of applause and they each get a little punch in their reward cards.

The rest of the day goes by smoothly, with only one temper tantrum thrown and that was resolved quickly.

It's nearing the end of the school day and the kids are all playing during their free time. You're sitting with Ae-Cha, a small and fairly quiet girl, playing with colorful blocks; the both of you competing to see who can build the highest tower. You've learned that she responds well to playing games when there isn't too much talking involved.

You're constantly glancing around the room to make sure everyone is safe and playing nicely and you're always pleased. They've all improved so much since the beginning of school back in September. It's June now and they've all learned their alphabet and how to play nicely with their new friends, along with so many other things. They've really made you so proud this year. You can even hear them reciting the alphabet and nursery rhymes to each other as they play.

Your heart warms at the sound of tiny voices filling the room as they sing. Then you glance at the clock and realize the bell will be ringing in a few minutes. So, you declare Ae-Cha the winner with her foot-high tower of blocks and she beams proudly. Then, you get up and clap three times, "One, two, th-three! Eyes on me!" You singsong, then smile when the kids immediately respond by clapping twice and shouting "One, two! Eyes on you!"

"G-Great attention today, everyone! Alright, the bell will ring soon. Who can tell me w-what that means? What are we doing n-now?" A few little hands go up and you point to the little boy that raised his first, "Yes, Joon Woo?"

"We...Uhm...time to clean up toys...Uhm..." You smile to encourage him and he finishes cutely, "Time uh, to clean up our toys and pack bags."

"Yes! Thank you, Joon Woo. It is t-time for us to clean up and make sure our bags are packed up and ready for h-home!"

The kids start to pick up their toys as you put on the cleaning song that you play every day for them. You all sing along until the room is all tidied and their bags are packed with their homework papers.

You always give them little mazes to do for homework to get their little brains to learn to concentrate, along with instructions on what to draw to show the class the next day. Today, their homework is an extremely easy maze, a coloring page with the alphabet and instructions to draw themselves doing their favorite activity. The kids always love drawing pictures and sharing them with the class and it's a good ice breaker for the shy ones at the beginning of the day.

You always have less and easier homework for the kids on Mondays and Fridays, it just seems fair to you that way. You also feel like it's good for kids to express themselves and be able to share what they like and dislike. You've found drawing helps with communication and creativity for the kids in your class.

The sound of the bell ringing makes a few of you jump, then you hurry to the door. "Alright, ducklings! T-Time to line up!" A few of the kids make quacking sounds as they line up, giggling and talking to their friends.

You smile and open up the door, holding it as the kids walk out in a straight line, some of them still quacking like little ducks.

You lead the kids to the front of the school and make sure they get into the correct line for the bus if they take it. You wave goodbye to them as the kids that take the bus climb on and they run to a window to wave back to you.

The rest of the kids that are left are soon picked up by their parents or siblings. You wave to Ae-Cha, the last student to be picked up. She smiles shyly and waves back before hurrying after her big sister.

After that, you go back to your classroom and finish a few things before packing up to go home. As you're leaving your classroom, you run into one of the other teachers coming from his own room.

"Oh, h-hello Mr. B-Baek!" You bow, missing the ugly sneer on his face as you smile brightly at him. He pushes his glasses further up his nose as he scrutinizes you with his beady little eyes. "You don't belong here, Miss ___." He snaps.

You look at him in confusion, "I-I'm sorry, I don't understand."

"I've waited the entire school year to say this to you. But now that we are nearing the end, I think you should know that you have no business being a teacher at this school. You ought to make the right decision to discontinue your work here." Mr. Baek watches your face fall with a sick sense of satisfaction.

"B-But, why?" You ask, still not understanding.

"First of all, you're inexperienced. You just got out of college last year, am I right?"

You nod uncertainly.

"You're still a child. Why should a twenty-two-year-old girl come marching in here and take a spot that should have been given to someone with more experience? And especially someone like you." He glares at you before turning on his heel and walking away briskly.

Someone like me? What does he mean by that?

You watch after him, feeling a tiny pinch in your chest. You aren't sure what he means, but whatever he's talking about, it sounds like he believes you shouldn't have become a teacher at all. At this school or another. You'll have to ask Mina later because you really have no idea where his rant came from.

Is there something wrong with you becoming a teacher?

You shake your head and laugh it off, "He's probably just had a bad day." You tell yourself as you make your way out of the school.

As you walk home, you sing quietly along with the song in your headphones, a little skip to your step.

You never notice the dark figure across the street, his eyes trained on your every move.

One day earlier...

Jungkook groans as he tosses and turns in bed, searching for his phone to turn the alarm off. He finally finds it and hits dismiss, tossing the phone back down and rubbing his eyes with a tired yawn.

After another minute he sits up and looks out the window, frowning at the sun seeping in and pooling across his floor in a golden river. He stares at a small bird that lands on his windowsill until it flies away.

Jungkook yawns again and reaches up to rub his eyes for the second time. After a few minutes, he's finally able to drag himself out of bed and into the shower. He almost falls asleep again in there, but he manages to make it out after half an hour.

With a towel wrapped around his waist, he makes his way to the kitchen and grabs a bottle of soju that's sitting on his tiny dining table to take a small swig from, finishing off what he'd left last night after his third bottle right before he passed out in bed.

He sighs and grabs a bagel, searching for the cream cheese he swears he saw in his fridge last night. A small smile appears on his lips when he finds it. He snatches it and makes sloppy work of spreading it on his bagel before tossing the leftover trash onto his counter and plopping onto the couch, snarfing down the first half of his bagel in thirty seconds.

Jungkook sighs through his nose as he tiredly chews his breakfast, then he glances down and sees the file he'd left open on his coffee table last night. He swallows the bite he has in his mouth and leans forward to read over it.

Y/L/N Y/N...

Why is that name so familiar?

He shakes his head and flips the file closed, then he leans back on the couch, wanting to spend his Sunday relaxing before he has to get to work on this case. He isn't going to think about it again until tonight.

Jungkook settles down and lays his head on the back of the couch, closing his eyes and breathing deeply.

He won't think about it.

Jungkook lays there for a minute, then he opens his eyes and lifts his head, glaring at the closed file on the little table.

He grunts in annoyance and drops the other half of his bagel onto the table, grabbing the file angrily and sitting back again. He opens it and starts to reread everything he's read many times since Friday. There's just something that has felt off since he met with Mr. Ling, but he can't put his finger on what it is.

Jungkook squints at the name he's read a thousand times.

Y/L/N...Y/N...

"Ugh." He rolls his eyes, frustrated at not being able to remember where he's heard that name before. Then he looks at the occupation.

Teacher at Sunshine Kindergarten.

His brows furrow again, much like they have each time he's read this. He's never had a hit on a teacher before, let alone a Kindergarten teacher. That's such an odd target...

Most of his targets in the past have been sleazy business owners, rapists, leaders of gangs that have terrorized neighborhoods for years, even other hitmen. He's never had a problem with those jobs, but there's something about this one that's telling him to be careful.

Maybe it's because he knows nothing about his client, except for the large sum of money he must have due to the pay he's been promised. Other clients of his were more than happy to explain why they wanted him to do what he does. They never paid him until after the job was done, either.

That leads Jungkook to believe that this guy (or girl) is desperate for his services, convincing him to do it with payment before and after. Almost as if Jungkook would refuse after he found out who the target was...

Jungkook flips the page and scrutinizes the picture of the target.

She's very simple looking, Jungkook thinks. The girl in the picture is wearing a white flowy skirt with a blue blouse that covers her whole arms and white chunky tennis shoes. Her hair is in a low ponytail and it seems like she has headphones in as she walks down the street. There's a tiny smile on her face as if she's thinking about something that makes her happy.

Jungkook doesn't find her particularly beautiful, but she isn't ugly either. She's just very...

Simple...

Jungkook shakes his head, his eyes going over the photo and the girl's smile one more time. Maybe she's a double agent? Or a part of the mafia disguising herself as a school teacher?

He can't figure it out.

It doesn't matter much though, the job seems simple enough and the pay is more than he's ever gotten. After looking through everything once more, Jungkook closes the file and grabs his bagel, quickly eating it before getting up to get dressed for the day.

That night, Jungkook lays out his outfit for the next day.

It's all black, but not suspicious-looking. After all these years, he's been able to design the perfect outfits to avoid attention being drawn to him and simple enough so that no one would think much of him if he were to catch anyone's attention.

It might seem simple, but he prides himself on being able to get each part of his job perfectly designed for each case he gets.

Heaven knows it's taken him years to accomplish.

After he's gotten that all figured out, he walks over to his closet and pulls out a small safe. Setting it on the bed, he swiftly unlocks it and looks inside. He pulls out a few things, examining each of them before he sets them one by one onto his bed. Once he's got the items all laid out, he steps back to look it all over.

"I should wait to decide..." Jungkook mumbles to himself. After a minute of staring at everything, he nods and gathers it all up, carefully putting it back into the safe and locking it tightly. Then he brings it back to his closet and shoves it into the darkest corner where it lives.

That can wait.

He pulls his phone out and checks the time.

11:45

"Damn it," Jungkook mutters. He had wanted to get some sleep earlier tonight since he would have to be awake early tomorrow.

He changes into some shorts, then he yanks his shirt off and immediately climbs into bed, not even bothering to shower or brush his teeth. He really couldn't care less with how tired he is. And he hasn't even started yet.

His alarm blares at an ungodly hour as Jungkook groans loudly, resisting the temptation to chuck his phone across the room.

"I hate Mondays." He mutters angrily, setting his phone back on the nightstand far from gracefully.

He miserably drags himself out of bed and into the shower, going through his morning motions almost like a robot. His brain isn't fully awake and it's just on autopilot right now.

An hour later, he's just finishing his coffee, his eyes no longer squinting in exhaustion. Jungkook unceremoniously drops his coffee cup into the sink, promising himself he'll clean it up later, then he sighs as he grabs his black boots, walking to the couch to sit and pull them on. After he's done lacing them up, he grabs the file he's been avoiding like the plague since yesterday morning.

He mutters to himself, looking at the name on the page.

"I know that name."

Then he smacks his forehead to get himself to focus again. He stands up and folds the page with the girl's information and then her picture and tucks them into the inside pocket of his black jacket.

Time to get to work.

Jungkook spots the girl almost instantly, the second she steps out of a black car. He glances at the driver, but can only see a person with shoulder length black hair waving. The girl from the picture has a bunch of things in her arms as she blows a kiss to the short-haired driver.

Jungkook has been here since six-thirty in the morning and just as he was beginning to think she called in sick for work, he's finally gotten a chance to see this girl in person. She looks exactly as he remembers from her picture...plain.

She's even wearing the same white skirt and chunky tennis shoes, although this time she has a different top. Her hair is in a high ponytail this time.

"Well, ___. Nice to meet you." Jungkook mutters, watching closely.

After a moment, the black car drives away as the girl scurries into the school, tripping on the last step before straightening herself out again, then disappearing from his sight.

Huh.

Jungkook stares at the door for another minute, then he makes his way to the stores nearby, knowing he's gonna have to wait until the girl leaves. School for the young kids typically gets out at around three-thirty. So, he'll have to be back here around then.

He's definitely going to need to find something to do to kill time.

Jungkook heaves a sigh of relief when he hears the school bell finally ring.

He hurries from the clothes store he was browsing and down the street a block until he's almost across the street from the school. He finds a good spot where he can sift through some newspapers at a little stand and still have an eye on the school.

After a minute, he sees a long line of tiny children coming out from the school. The girl is with them and smiling brightly. Jungkook thinks he can hear some of the kids quacking like ducks. He tries not to look puzzled as he goes back to talking to the person working the paper stand. Jungkook makes small talk with the old man, still keeping an eye on the girl across the street as she waves to each child that leaves.

If she's some mafia boss disguised as a kindergarten teacher, she's one hell of a good actress.

"Do you have a girlfriend?" The old man inquires curiously.

Jungkook laughs softly and shakes his head, "No. I've been so busy with my work I never got the chance to date."

The man nods knowingly. They chat a bit more and Jungkook finds himself trying to balance talking to the man and watching the girl.

"Well, did you want to buy a paper for the day?"

Jungkook turns his gaze back to the old man and nods, "Yes. Two, please. My neighbor would probably enjoy one as well."

The old man laughs and nods, taking the money Jungkook hands him and giving him two papers, "What a kind young man you are. Someday you'll find a lovely young lady, don't you worry, son. You will realize that work is important, but love is even more so."

Jungkook just laughs and thanks the man, then he opens the paper as he slowly starts walking, pretending to read.

He stops at a bench and sits down to wait. The girl went back into the school a few minutes ago, hopefully, she won't be in there long.

Luck seems to be with him today, because, after only about five minutes, Jungkook sees a familiar white skirt flowing as she skips down the steps of the school.

He folds his paper carefully, tucking it into his back pocket. The girl puts little earbuds in and immediately starts to mouth the words of whatever song she's listening to. Jungkook tugs his black baseball cap down a little more as he follows on the other side of the street.

The girl has a bag decorated with cupcakes and cookies that bounces up and down as she dances a little.

What is she, twelve?

Jungkook watches in confusion as the girl stops to pet a dog, giggling when the puppy licks her hand. She straightens up, then after another minute, she seems to get distracted by something else.

Jungkook looks carefully and notices she's picked up a flower that was laying on the ground, seemingly trampled on. She gently holds it in her hands as she continues on her way. It goes on like this for the next fifteen minutes, the girl waving to people and smiling almost the whole way.

By the time she is walking up the steps to her apartment, Jungkook is dying to just get back home. That must have been the longest most annoying walk he's ever taken while tracking someone. The girl had stopped over twenty times, distracted by something else each time, he's sure of it.

Just to be sure, Jungkook lingers around the apartment building a little longer, but when it seems apparent that the girl is going to be staying there, he finally heads home.

Geez, Jungkook thinks in annoyance as he climbs the stairs that lead to his own apartment. His head is spinning with so many questions while he unlocks his door and yanks his boots off with a groan.

But when he plops down onto his bed in his tiny studio apartment, he just stares at the ceiling, his mind suddenly blank apart from one question.

Who in the hell would put a hit on this girl?

a/n: I hope you guys are liking the setup so far, thank you for all the positive reactions from the prologue!

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batarangsoundsdumb · 3 years

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guess fucking what? my inbox is so fucking full right now i'm unloading all of this shit in one post.

For the 11th gotham memes: gothamites react to bruce being jacked in a tiktok he made with kids, like super yoked, ripped as hell

fucking hilarious thanks. i think i did it in one meme post, but i genuinely don't remember which one

i dunno which of the batfam would do this but one time i was sleeping over at a friends house and ended up on the floor bc the bed was so very small and i just stayed there because the rug was soft

that's a drunk jason move i don't know what to tell you

tim and jason are "i listen to pop punk" solidarity. whenever jason highjacks the batmobile theyll go on long ass car rides blaring mcr and paramore and then never talk about it again

as they should!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! tim: no jason it's my turn using the aux cord i gotta put on my jams jason: don't you dare put on weird shit tim: don't worry, you're gonna love this *plays fearless (taylor's version)

hear me out hear me out, red hood stans 🤝 nightwing stans t h i g h s

holy shit yes.

SNL au: Bruce breaks character when pretending to superman and says something like "I'm not superman! You've seen his gps!! It's from 2001!!!" @sabeanybabe

superman flies past the snl building the next day just to say 'actually it's from 2005, i'm not a heathen'

does your back hurt from carrying the batfam fandom

it hurts more from the exotic rock collection i keep in my backpack, but thanks for the concern.

I love your posts by why would you always leave the best parts in the tags?

as a treat for the people that check the tags ;) (and also because i'm committed to the short post aesthetic)

somehow your playlist was everything i never knew i needed. i mean it. this is my new favorite playlist.

and don't you dare get a new favourite playlist!

babe ur stoner tim playlist is exactly too perfect, earth is literally blessed by ur existence

babe thanks so much! i love my stoner tim playlist because it's just my usual playlist but people think it's an artistic choice that i put taylor swift and britney spears in there, when it's just what i unironically like listening to

JANDKSKDK BILLY RAY CYRUS ON THE STONER TIM PLAYLIST I LOVE IT IT

again it's not even an ironic choice, i know every single word and i genuinely like the song

The last chapter of Fundamentals of Casework has me crying at work. Thanks I love it @dudelookitsalesbian

oh babe, i'm sorry, but also, not sorry i love chapter 4 so much it's my lovechild with the 'mental illness' tag

soooo....stumbled on your tumblr by some stroke of fate??? read your DC fanfic first. which is PHENOMENAL btw. then found all the batmemes; the funniest thing EVER bc everyone forgets about regular old gothamites. kept scrolling and your blog pops up as recommended. clicked on the ao3 for shits and giggles and waddaya know?!?!? it's YOU!!! you're LEGEND!!!! ever seen that meme? it's a video of a cat that got into a baseball field and the two announcers get really invested in his escape attempt and start giving a play by play of the cat instead of the game. memeable moment: "GREAT stuff from the Cat!!!"

i seriously think about this ask every single day and it's so fucking funny to me that i've never seen the meme you're referencing, but i still find myself going 'GREAT stuff from the Cat!!!' whenever i see something funny. but wow i'm glad you liked this steaming pile of garbage

Fav dc character overall? And fav batfamily character?

don't ask me to pick between the loves of my life, but i can tell you i've cried about every single batfamily member and also wally west (my beloved)

What's your opinion on fans having a problem with batfam being "too big"? And some even claim that batfam is just "Bruce Alfred Dick Damian" and the rest of them are just "friends and allies" (source: reddit) Personally, I like batfam because of this reason but idk

stupid. a family can never be too big. i'm not that big a fan of like huge batfam stuff with everybody from every single universe, because as much as it's funny for bruce to have like 30 kids, it just feels a little too OOC for me.

This is the best tag I've seen involving the batfam, thanks for thinking of it

This is canon now @nctxrejects

lmao yeah i think at that point alfred has had to sit through like at least a dozen coming out talks and just has a pride flag collection in the attic that he pulls out whenever a kid comes out

idk why batfam hits different as compared to any other superhero family

bc it's found family and usually the other superhero families are almost all genetically related in one way or another

I don't know if you watch the umbrella academy but I saw your last post about batcest and saw the similarities. But the thing is (although I think it's weird) in TUA, they addressed it by saying "they were raised as weapons, not siblings" or something along those lines, which is simply not the case with batfam.

yeah i watched tua but i also thought it was ridiculous and they still treated each other as siblings so i didn't like the luthor/allison thing, and am glad they stopped doing that shit bc it fucking sucked.

Hot take: Batcest shippers are the same people who believe adopted siblings are not actual siblings

smoking hot take: batcest shippers are the people who watch 'my sister got stuck in the washing machine' porn

Duke was adopted by Bruce?

not technically no, but do i, tumblr user batarangsoundsdumb, look like i care?

True story but I had to change my freaking name because it used to be "Damien" and most people would go "OH LIKE DAMIAN WAYNE" like please I'm just tryna live

true story, but i don't actually think of damian when i hear the name damian, literally the first thing that pops up is damian darkh like bruh what?

apparently dc comics company supported comic stores by giving out new titles and stuff during the beginning of the pandemic to help them run and I just think that's wholesome

ah yeah that's so fucking cool, still don't like dc, the company, because this world is a capitalist hellhole and we're all owned by warner brothers or disney with no in between.

ayo looking at tumblr head canons and finding out bruce is actually a terrible father is a punch in the gut

lmao yes, in like 50% of comics bruce is a terrible father and it gives me whiplash

oooh I just saw the jason todd vs winter soldier post and the real question is: batman vs iron man

while iron man has like hundreds of cases of armor, batman could throw out an emp and have the guy dropping out of the sky in 2 seconds.

dickfast = fastdick = quickdick = quickie

magnum hot take

hey bata(?) just thought I'd let you know I have copied the obnoxious emoji and Billy Ray post for use on simping men going forth

thank you 😘🌷 (@spacebarsidecar)

why would you do that to your followers???? i get why i did it, but why would you???

what is scarecrow made the nightwing funko pop himself, like those diy-ers that paint over other ones

oh god no, horrible take, horrible take, that's a disgusting thought oh no

I see your HC that Bruce and Oliver fucked and raise you this: Dick and Roy ALSO fucked

yes they did and it was a horrible moment for jason to find out dick has fucked both of his best friends

"at this rate bruce adds like 1 child to his family every decade or so" Duke is introduced in 2013, Damian as Damian, not as an unnamed child, in 2006. And he is already 14 years old, Robins rarely remain Robins after 16 😬 It looks like a new Robin and Batkid will appear in a couple of years

i mean i can't wait? but somebody will probably die first tho, we're due for another major character death. my money's on either cass or duke this time.

BRO you're so right all of your Bruce's ex headcanons are amazing but they aren't ships, that's kinda wild. Like I don't want any peeks into how their relationship was I just want to see everyone make fun of them

lmao YES it's just i love bruce being a slut, like good for him.

I am in love with your posts your honour thank you

omg thanks are we like,, gonna kiss now?

The justice league needs to have a meeting to discuss how many of their members/partners have slept with bruce. Because through a combination of cannon & fannon (if DC wasn’t homophobic) we have AT LEAST: 1) clark 2) lois 3) oliver 4) dinah 5) john

Thats not counting villains or random civilians @dudelookitsalesbian

yes yes yes, they'll have a yearly meeting about how many of their collective exes could be out for revenge and batman's list just keeps getting longer.

tim was like "i'm drake now" and everyone was like ahh so your fursona is a dragon and tim was like pffffft no. ducks.

and what about it?

when steph's fighting livewire and she zaps her with lighting and nothing happens and then they both just. stand there awkwardly for a second and talk. yeah i couldn't stop laughing at that batgirl steph is the BEST

oh yeah that was fucking hilarious and i think it would be so cool and sexy of dc to give steph a little comic series,,, as a treat

Hi I absolutely adore all of yours "Bruce and Oliver very badly pretending they didn't fuck each other" memes

lmao i do too

I need you to know that “Bruce Wayne had frosted tips” is one of my favorite Bruce takes of all time it’s so galaxy brained. you’re right and you should say it

he also painted his hair blonde once when he was travelling and in conclusion, this is why he's being blackmailed by the gotham gazette.

you know my thing about gordon being branded as the only good cop in gotham is its a load of shit like arguably he's a good person and not working to screw people over or anything but the fact that he also works w. batman makes him a shit cop. like yea batman is better than the mob but its still illegal its still an abuse of power he just not making bank

babe, all cops are bad cops. (but yeah youre absolutely right, working with vigilantes makes you a shit cop, but also working against vigilantes just makes you an asshole cop yanno?)

ruh roh i think i’m about to add “so not yeehaw” every time i don’t like something

that's a very good vocabulary upgrade

somehow i feel like steph already knew. like babs obviously knew but i feel like bruce got high/drunk in front of steph and started telling his boarding school stories and steph was just like “oh you fucked up i’m never gonna forget this”

steph and bruce have weird uncle/rebellious niece dynamic and they just hang out sometimes and bruce will be like 'i once broke my arm when i tripped over a hedge when i was drunk so oliver drove me to the hospital on an electric scooter' and steph will just have to sit there with that knowledge in her head.

Hello I just wanted to tell you you are So right in all your steph opinions bc she is, in fact amazing and I think that's very sexy of you. Ps. Your Bruce/Oliver fic is hilarious

babe, thank you so much and yes steph is amazing and i love her and she deserves the world and she's the best member of the batfam hands down. also thanks

In Supersons we see a couple of kids that are implied to be Damian and Jon's children and the boy has laser eyes and can fly, so I asume he's not adopted. The girl, who calls Bruce grandpa, can also fly, btw. So it's canon (probably by accident) that Jon can have kids and he must have married one of Bruce's kids. (I'm hoping for Damian, mostly because any other of his children would be waaaaaaaaaaaaay too old.) @artemisa97

lmao that was probably an accident seeing as jon is a 17 year old superhero in the year 3000 (by the jonas brothers)

You know, I'm a die hard fan of your memes, but I gotta say one thing: if Gothamites actually took gas mask everywhere with them, then the Scarecrow would just be a weird dude in a weird costume, and not a villain oh so scary. DC really should just takes notes from you.

bold of you to assume there's no gothamite anti-maskers

How does it feel being the funniest person on this app?

horrible, next question.

I can't listen to Green Day or Billy Joel without thinking of your post about how Bruce got arrested at a Billy Joel concert @nightwings-kid

yeah that's your mistake, i on the other hand can't enjoy billy joel without thinking about the glee rendition of 'uptown girl'

I've FINALLY been watching the Batman animated series and I gotta say, after watching "the gray ghost" I am CONVINCED that Batman is a closeted super hero geek who was 100% freaking out the first time he met Superman and is just REALLY good at hiding it.

superman: so what do you do in your free time? batman, thinking about the superman fanfiction he's writing on the batcomputer: i have no free time

bruce and oliver be like boyfriends to co-workers 401k (do the justice leagues get 401ks??? not that bruce and ollie would need them, but-)

lmao yes just 400 thousand words of bruce realising 'oh dip oliver is such a fucking dumbass' (also i don't know what a 401 k is but i assume they don't?)

Gothamites would totally boo superman as he saves Gotham while batman is out. @meenje

he's like 'okay think about that next time you want to be saved from an alien octopus'

I just took long break from dc comics and I come back to see ric grayson ??

i think it's very cool and sexy of dc to see dick and just think 'you know what? let's just give him a traumatic brain injury' and then didn't develop his character in any real way

SPEAKING OF RIC GRAYSON, gothamites making confused memes out of ric grayson is much needed

'dick grayson is my taxi driver? can anyone explain what the fuck happened he looks like an italian plumber?'

i hate to say it but batfam are def "marvel characters" in that sense they are characters who are human but become superheroes unlike most dc characters who are gods trying to be human maybe this is why I like batfam

fair enough

#this is only like half of it #but at least you can get like a few answers #yanno fuck it #bataranswers #ask #asks #anon

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I hate you

Daryl’s adopted daughter

Chapter 1

Summary: Diana is a girl on the run in the apocalypse. Her past chases her no matter where she goes. One day, by chance, she meets Daryl Dixon. Thinking she’s a walker, he shoots her and brings her back to their camp. Shane strikes a deal with her: she has to stay for two weeks before she can decide if she wants to stay. But Diana is determined to keep her past in the past, and never make the same mistake again

Season 1 - I’m not sure yet

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Diana sat in a circle with her family. Blood dripped down her neck from her lips.

Everything was red.

Red

How could everything have gone so wrong so quickly?

Her eyes never left the blond man she once knew. She watched him as her fury and fear grew louder and louder, echoing off her skull.

That was, until Negan stepped out of the van. He walked about the circle, until his eyes landed on her.

"Fancy seein' you again, Darlin'."

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Rick stumbled into the street, a hospital gown draping his skin. He knew there was something wrong. There was something off. Maybe it was intuition...

Or maybe it was the woman, chopped in half, chomping her teeth to get at his ankles.

He rubbed his eyes, the sun glaring right into his vision. It had been a week and a half since the start, and a day since his IV ran dry. It had been even longer since he last saw the sun.

Where was everyone?

Why hadn't he waken up to nurses and doctors?

Or his family's familiar faces?

He spotted bodies. Bodies walking. Maybe three.

He couldn't understand... he couldn't understand any of it...

The light off a gun reflected into his eyes. He blocked it and moved to see where it was coming from.

The revolver was placed in the holster on the side of a walker. The man... or whatever he was now... shuffled toward Rick.

He was deathly pale.

"Sir," Rick's voice cracked, "sir, are you okay?" He held his hand out, trying to make it a comforting gesture to someone possibly in need.

Edging closer, the man stared at him with hungry dead eyes. His clothes were torn and draped off his skinny frame, his eyes laid sunken in his face.

"Sir?" He asked again, stumbling back.

The man growled and advanced further.

"Are you-?"

With a blur, the man was down.

Nearly tripping over his own feet, Rick let out a horrified gasp.

On the ground was a little girl, around Carl's age, placing her knife in the mans forehead. Her light blond hair, tucked under her baseball cap, clung to her dirty face. The crunch echoed in Ricks head, reverberating off his skull.

That was the first walker he had ever seen killed.

She quickly wiped her knife on the walkers shirt and snatched his revolver. She opened the back to check how much ammo was left. Satisfied, she clicked it shut and began patting the double dead man down.

"W-why did you do that?" Rick found his voice again.

She leaped back, her bright blue eyes finding his.

Quickly, she pulled herself up and began to dash away. If Rick hadn't lunged out and caught the back of her shirt she would have disappeared as soon as she apparated into his line of sight.

"No. You can't leave yet." He spun her around to face him. It was evident how terrified she was. Especially with her eyes as wide as dinner plates and hands clawing at his arm. "Why did you kill that man?"

She glared at him and wriggled harder. "Man?" She gasped, "that... that wasn't a man!" Her hands fought to unclamp Ricks grip. "That's a Walker! He would have eaten you if I hadn't stopped him!" She grunted with effort. "Didn't even see you. You already look dead."

"What do you mean by dead?" Rick questioned, holding tighter.

"Gone. Deceased. vamosed. Perished." With each word she struggled. "Now let me go!"

Rick was about to question again, when he felt the stitches on his side rip. With a grunt, he let her go and fell to the ground. His hand cupped his side.

"Please.." he stopped to breathe heavily as the girl watched him warily. "I don't know what's happening. I woke up in the- in the hospital." He glanced down at his side to eye the bleeding. "The sun will be setting soon... and I need help."

The girl glanced at the lowering sun. Tapping her foot, she glowered at the ground. "How can I trust you." It wasn't a question. It was as if she was challenging him to be wrong.

Rick attempted to stand, only to find himself back in the ground. "I was a cop. My job was to protect the people. ALL people. And I like to think I did a good job of that."

She stuck the revolver in her holster (which was clearly stolen based on how big it was). "Prove it."

"I don't have my badge or my hat. That's at my house. But I'm officer Rick Grimes. I've been on the force for seven years. My partner was Shane Walsh. I was in my car when we got a call about a run away car. I was shot in action and hospitalized." His eyes seemed to beg her to help him.

Diana tried to fight the raging war in her head.

She knew better.

She knew to trust no one.

Her father and mother both betrayed her trust.

Why trust again?

But... she could tell when people were lying. All people have tells. Her fathers tell was him avoiding eye contact. He always looked at the ground. For her mother, she always played with her wedding ring.

But this Cop... sheriff... man... was not lying.

He looked her dead in the eye.

"Fine. Come with me." She hadn't known that she was gripping her new revolver until she released it. "I have a place in the sewers. I know... in most movies that's where walkers would be. But how would someone get down there in the first place? You'd have to move the lid." She walked over to Rick and slung his arm over her shoulder to help him stand in any way. "And most walkers," she grunted "are pretty stupid."

"Thank you...for helping me." Rick stated gratefully.

"I have some house rules, you know."

"Name them." He said confidently as they shuffled down the street.

"One: you're gone when you can walk."

"You don't want someone to watch your back?" Rick was surprised. Usually, kids jumped at the chance for safety. The ones he has worked with in cases of violence had immediately decided he was trustworthy.

"the worlds changed. You can't trust people." He noted the grim expression on her face. He wanted to ask why, but he figured it was better to stay silent.

"I'd argue about that, but I'll hear out your other rules." He wrapped his arm around his side again, fingering the broken stitches.

"Two: you do as I say or you die."

"Yes ma'am."

Rick couldn't help but like her spunk. She was serious, but it wasn't much of a threat coming from an eleven year old girl.

"3: ..." she started only to trail off.

"...3?"

She cleared her throat and resituated Ricks arm. "You repay my kindness if we ever cross paths again. I don't care how."

"Was already planning on it." He grinned. He could feel the conversation beginning to die, so he started it back up again. "What's your name, kid?"

She hesitated, eyes staying on the road. "Diana." She spoke softly. "My mother named me after the Roman goddess of the night."

Rick smiled. "Pretty name."

Diana's thoughts drifted to her mother. Her mother with her honey brown hair and warm chocolate eyes. She stopped her thoughts there. "Well... what about you, officer friendly? You got a name?"

Rick laughed. "My names Rick Grimes. I ain't named after the moon goddess, but I think it has a nice ring to it. Don't you?"

She forced down a smile. "Pretty name."

He chuckled. "Well, Diana, I am glad I ran into you."

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They arrived at the sewer lid.

"Here we are. I've been camped out here since early yesterday morning." She slipped under Ricks arm and got down to lift the lid. With a couple tries, and an offer from Rick for assistance, she lifted the lid.

She stood up and dusted off her hands. "I'll go down first and scope out the area. Need to make sure it's still clear. Then I'll help you down."

She began her descent.

Rick watched the top of her light haired head fade into the darkness with each step. He briefly thought she would try and make a run for it. Escape through the sewers.

He immediately dismissed it. Why would she waste daylight by helping him? The sound of her footsteps hitting the water at the bottom and echoing as she walked down the tunnels set him on edge.

Especially when they began to fade.

He sat patiently for over ten minutes, watching the sunlight tick by. He looked down into the darkness, listening for any sound. There was nothing... not even a whisper.

Maybe she did leave.

"Alright, Sheriff, get down here! It's clear!" Her voice reverberated loudly from the tunnels so suddenly, that Rick stumbled back.

"I don't have all day! Unless you wanted to be walker chow, get down here!"

Rick chuckled as he began to shuffle his way down the tunnel.

"Any day now, Deputy Fossil!" She shouted.

"Hold your horses, kid." He slowly lowered himself into the dark. He looked down to see where his feet were going to land, spotting the flashlight that Diana held. Her light hazel eyes reflected impatience.

"Nice place." He said, clearly biting back his truth.

"Don't be fake." She said as she kicked at the water. "It smells like a pig ate dirty gym socks, farted, and died."

"I was trying to spare your feelings."

"Don't bother. I'm leaving this place as soon as you're ready."

Rick finally landed on the bottom of the sewer. "You got a place you're headed to?"

Diana shook her head. "No. Just a place I never want to see again."

Rick stopped moving to look at her. "Troubled home life?"

She thought about it and shrugged. "I guess you could call it troubled home life. It was home once. But this apocalypse changes people."

"I'm sorry kid."

"Don't be. That's just life."

Rick opened his mouth to say more, but Diana beat him to it.

"Alright, lets move." She motioned for him to follow.

The place she had holed up in was dryer than most spaces. There were a couple of dirty blankets placed on the ground and a first aid kit. Some batteries were sprinkled on top.

"You can sit there. I can stitch you back up." Diana pointed at the wall. Their part of the sewer was a dead end so they wouldn't be surprised.

"Thank you."

Diana hadn't stitched wounds before, but she did well enough.

Rick tried starting a conversation again but she told him she needed silence to focus.

~~~~

"Are you sure you want to travel by yourself?"

Diana nodded as she packed her things. "Very sure. You're nice and all, but you don't want to travel with me."

The Georgia sun had risen already and they both were preparing for departure in the street

"Do you have any family to find?" Rick questioned.

"I already know where they are. And they don't want me either." The girl looked down, avoiding eye contact.

"If we ever meet again, you better give me more details." Rick narrowed his eyes and pointed at her. "I deserve to know more about the little girl who saved me."

"Once a cop always a cop I guess." Diana said slyly. She looked back at him. "What about you? Any family?"

She eyed a walker down the street but decided it was too far away to pursue.

"I got a son and a wife. My son's your age actually. 11." Rick looked through the neighborhoods. "I don't know where they are, but I'll protect them. They need me."

Diana squinted in the direction he was looking at, seeing nothing. "You'll find them, chief." She patted his shoulder, having to reach up very high.

"It was nice to meet you, Diana." Rick said, a little sad that they were parting. Possibly that he would no longer have company. Maybe that he didn't have enough time to get to know her well. "I don't know if I'll see you again, but you helped me without anything to gain."

Diana scoffed. "I'm not a good kid."

"You're right."

Diana looked up, confused.

"You're one of the best."

She wrinkled her nose at him. "Go. You have people to find."

"From the looks of thangs, so do you."

"I don't have people."

"You'll find them. Just a matter of where and when." He stuck his hand out for her to shake.

She placed a brown bag in his hand instead. "It's for the road. There's batteries, water, a flashlight, food, bandages, antibiotics, and one more thing..." she unbuckled her holster and handed it to him, along with the revolver. "You need these more than I do."

Rick tried to push it back to the little girl. "No I can't take this. You need it."

"No, you do. You're gonna help people, Rick. You're gonna help so many. You gotta find your people." She pushed it back to him. "I'm gonna be fine. I spotted a gun down the road that I'm gonna check out later."

Rick gave her a solemn look before accepting it. "If you can, head to Atlanta. The CDC is near there and there's bound to be survivors."

"I don't need survivors."she rolled her eyes.

"They may need you, kid. Ever think about that?"

She stayed silent for a moment. "Stay safe, sherif fun sponge." She shook his hand, even though he hadn't offered it yet. "I hope we meet again."

"We will." He smiled. "I don't know how or when, but we will. I have a debt to pay."

She wanted to return the smile but couldn't. "I hope you find them."

"You to."

With that, they went separate ways.

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aishiteruuu · 3 years

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ஐ Him getting jealous over you.

Warnings — Cursing, Jealously, Slight blood warning. Yelling. Mentions of "Plebian" and degrading. Implied Naegami. Insecure Kazuichi. Leon, he basically is his own warning. Slight NSFW. Fluff. Mentions of breaking up. Using of alcohol. Female reader.

WC — 1.5k!

Song rec: Look at my boyfriend - Katrina Stuart ♪ & A-Wall - Loverboy ♪

All characters are of age. Don't nuke my state.

ஐ Characters ; Kazuichi Souda, Leon Kawada, Rantaro Amami.

— Leon ;

Today was your 5th anniversary! You and Leon were out on a boardwalk date! It was such fun. Leon had won you your 5th Duckie plush in a row. Leon was really competitive against anyone who tried to win your heart. Even himself.

"Hey-heyyy! Babyyy! Wanna see me toss this ball all the way to.. that stadium?" He asked, snaking an arm around your waist. You noticed he kept eyeing a duo of boys behind you. "Or maybe we can fly other ways?~"

"Sure! Just.. try and be careful though, ok?" You warned him with a nervous smile, watching him sprint. "You got it, baby!"

~ Leon snickered, winking at the boys behind you. He thought that little stunt would be enough. Wrong.

"Heyyy~ Whatcha doing here alone now? Your boy leave you for dead or sum? That's bad manners. Wanna come with us?" One of the boys asked, putting his elbow on your shoulder. "No thanks. I'm waiting for someone to come back."

"C'mon little lady, We can show you how real gentlemen are.. If you come wit-"

~ You sighed. Seeing a baseball hit one of the boys square in his nose.

"Shit! What the hell?-" The boy panicked, helping his friend up. "Who the hell threw it?!"

"Hm? Whaddya gonna do about it, bitchy-boy?" Leon asked, appearing on the side of him. "I put hands on you, when you put hands on my girl." Leon added, punching the boy's cheek.

You grabbed Leon's arm, and pulled him back. "Leon! You're going to get us arrested!"

"Wow. Can you not? You just got that low leveled Maggot's blood on my Italian leathered shoes." Togami scoffed. "I ought to have all four of you arrested. Especially you, red-head. Your horrible throwing skills hit Naegi."

Naegi sighed. "It was only a graze! I told him it was fine, but he insisted on walking all the way here to-" Togami plucked Naegi's forehead, and shushed him. "Let's not say too much, Makoto."

"..Right. And why should I care? Not like you can put a price on that face anyway." Leon asked, rubbing the back of his head.

"You're one to talk. You have all those holes in your face, I don't know which one Y/n kisses."

"You don't wanna go there, Trust fund." Leon growled, clenching his ringed fist.

"Oh? I'm sure she'd be much obliged to be occupying her time with someone much more.. Presentable, you high-key plebian." Togami shot back, wiping his glasses. "Hasn't anyone told you? Say it. Thy should not spray it." Togami said, taking off his glasses.

"Togami! Let's go! This isn't even our argument. I'll.. drag you if I have too." Naegi said, pulling the boy. "Yeah! Leon, don't engage in this!" You said, holding Leon tighter.

"Fine. Whatever.. I'll sue you later, lizard-breath." Togami said, shifting to hold Naegi's hand.

"..Wow. That was." You sighed, "You're a handful, babe."

"Heh. Be glad you got two hands, baby. Now.. How about you use them for something even more fun?~"

— Kazuichi ;

"Babe?! How are you beating me?!"" Kazuichi asked, swerving in his virtual car. You giggled, teasing him a bit more. "I thought the ultimate mechanic was good with cars?"

"I-I am!! You're just.. Having a fluke streak!!" He smiled back, giving you a playful shove. "I'm gonna beat you!" He slightly shouted, attracting attention.

A boy walked over, putting his quarter against the screen. "Me next. Against the winner." Eventually, Kazuichi scooted to make room for the boy. After 2 minutes, Kazuichi was starting to get anxious after the boys compliments.

"Oh? I didn't know girls could be this good!"

"How about you visit my place so we can play some other games?"

"Heh.. You beat me again and I think I might fall for you~"

~ Kazuichi clenched his fist, but didn't speak up. You noticed. The poor boy can't defend himself quite good yet. So you did it for him.

You paused. "Whoops.. I died! I guess I can't play anymore." You said, walking away. "Hey. Wait. You still have lives left-"

"I said I'm done playing. How about you play with the little kid who's been waiting for a turn?" You added, holding kazuichi's hand. "Let's ditch, babe."

"W-What was that back there..? I c-could've handled it..!" Kazuichi started, holding your hand tighter. "I know. But I did it for you. Now we can play at home!"

"You didn't like the arcade date? The employee, Kenma gave us free snacks- But if it was bad, I'll do better!" Kazuichi shouted, kissing your cheek. "I-I'll show you! We'll even play some better games at home!"

"Hm..? Better games you say?"

— Rantaro ;

"Woah.. Angel, I- You're dressed nice.." Rantaro said, taking your hand. Motorcycle rides with Rantaro were always nice. Sometimes he even let you drive, but today, he was treating you. Anywhere you wanted to go, you were there. "Angel, are you comfortable?"

You hugged his back, and kissed the back of his neck. "Only when I'm with you." Rantaro blushed at the statement, and winked at you.

"We're here, lovely." Rantaro said, helping you off the motorcycle. "Do you wanna wear my skates, or should I find you a pair?" You told him whatever was fine, wrapping your arms around his neck. Rantaro wrapped his arms around his waist, and connected your lips. You both stayed liked this for a good minute or so, before someone cleared their throat, and said..

"I love seeing young love, but.. Kids, there are children around!" The person said, pushing you along. "At least do it inside!"

Rantaro smiled, and gave you another wink. God you loved eachother so much. "Ok lovely, I'll go try and find you a pair of skates. Wait around here for me?"

You nodded, telling him to take his time.

~ Stay his forever.

There was feedback, and then a voice from a speaker.

"Welcome one, welcome all! To the greatest couple's skate of them all! Please find your other half, and get to the skate floor!"

that's when a hand tapped your shoulder. "Oh! Amai-" No. It wasn't.

"Who's that sugarlips? C'mere, we're gonna miss the dance." The boy said, trying to pull you to the floor. He sipped his Styrofoam, and tried to pull you by his side.

"Sorry. I'm not who you're looking for, sir." You told him, pulling away. The boy gripped tighter, and pulled you. Then he slurred, and you fell on top of him.

"Ew.." You said, picking yourself up. When you stood up, you were met with a dough-eyed Rantaro. "Amai!! There you are!"

He was a little quiet before saying.. "I know you might have a connection with him, but, please. Don't break up with me just yet." He said, rubbing your cheek with his thumb.

"Amai. I'd never break up with you. I promise I'd never leave you, My little adventurer." You said, kissing his cheek. "Now let's go skate, yeah?"

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morgansunflower · 3 years

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I Miss You 3/3

Jason Todd X Reader

Batfam x Batsis! Reader

Warnings:suggestive content, showering together

Words:1548

All the fears and worries can melt in one day

Hours after Dami and I looked at the open house, I step out of my doctor's appointment. My little brother Damian in the car waiting for me. I step out of the building and walk to my car. I come to a halting stop seeing a different Wayne.

"B-Bruce" I stammer, shit! I look for, Damian "w-where is Dami?"

"he's home" he answered bluntly

What do I say? Pretty sure he as figured out I'm pregnant "I looked at a open house today.. I love you guys but I think it's--" I stammer as I force the tears back. I don't want to cry.

"we will discuss this further over dinner" he directly said

"I don't want to go home right now" I admitted, I don't want to face the rest of my family right now

"I have something else in mind" he answered

My words stuck in my throat. I was expecting anger but he was calm, though nervous maybe? He steps to the passenger door of the car and opens it. I step into the car, sitting on the passenger seat. Bruce, shuts the door. I take a shaky breath. I really hope I don't start crying. I just am hoping for his approval. The car drive was quiet. We sat in a room with only a few tables. It was just the two of us, Bruce likely not wanting any reporters in a personal family business. I sat on the chair in front of the round table. Bruce sitting next to me.

"is Jay aware of this?" he asked with a stern tone

I roll my eyes irritated with my love "no, I haven't been able to get ahold of him.. I am really sorry that I didn't tell you. No offense but you're kinda hard to read dad" I sigh deeply with a tear falling. So scared of rejection. I dry my tears looking straight at the ground. I don't want to disappoint him.

"Y/N" Bruce said softly I lift my head to face my adopted dad "I'd advise you, to not think I am ashamed of you for any absurd reason. I intend on not allowing you to leave. You are in a delicate state. When we return I'd advise you to sleep" he firmly said seeing that I am lacking sleep no thanks to Jason "I'll see what information I can find on, Jay" he assured

I began to cry of joy. I reach to Bruce and hug him. He carefully wraps his arms around me.

"thank you! Thank you! Thank you, dad!"

"before I forget you are to not leave the Manor without someone to accompany you"

I chuckled with falling tears, he's so protective. Hour's later in the family room at Wayne Manor. I stood in front of my family as my siblings sat on the couches and Alfred stood beside the left couch. Cassandra, softly smiles to me. She didn't have to use words, I knew. She was telling me not to worry. I cleared my throat. Every eye on me. I take a shaky breath. Damn I hope I don't cry. I'm just glad my sister's and Damian aren't rating me out.

"there's something I need to tell you all. I don't know.. If you will be.." I take a shaky breath unable to form any other words, just say it! "I'm pregnant" I blurted out

Alfred's eyes instantly swell and shake. Dammit if he crys I'm gonna cry. Tim, softly chuckled in response. Did he know? Steph probably couldn't keep her mouth shut. I look at my oldest brother with a heavy heart.

"is that why Jay isn't in, Gotham? That asshole!" Dick appalled with a enraged look on his face

Tim, face planted knowing this will not end well. Barbara scolded her boyfriend by hitting his head. Thank you Babs.

"you fool" Damian muttered

Offended I abruptly kick Grayson's shin "OUCH!!" he yelled bending his knee upward in pain

"you jerk! He doesn't even know I'm pregnant, and you're lucky you even know, asshole!" I exclaimed with a broken voice on the verge of tears

I step to leave

"congratulations Ms Y/N. I am delighted to hear the beautiful news" Alfred softly said

My heart melts. I softly smile to him and step out of the room through the hallway to the staircase. I go to my room taking Bruce's advice. That evening after a, small nap I hear my door knocking.

"who is it?" I asked

"your favorite brother!" Grayson said

"you kinda lost that title" I said irritated

"c'mon Y/N I'm sorry... Would you please open the door so I can make things right with you" he begged

"I don't know.. I'm still pretty angry about what you said about, Jason" I said annoyed

"I have a present for your baby" he said in bribing tone

I open the door seeing Grayson holding a small stuffed toy elephant. I lightly shake my head. I hold it and see Tim smiling as he walks up with my favorite bowl of fruits. I feel my hormones getting the best of me. This is probably one of the sweetest things they've done for me.

"Aww you two are gonna make me cry" I said with a brittle voice

"that mean you forgive me?" Dick asked with a hopeful tone and smile

"hmm, fine"

"ha! Told you it'd work!" Grayson exclaimed gratefully

"please" Tim rolled his eyes "just cause she forgave your stupid ass, doesn't mean you are the 'favorite" he smiles to me "I'll be the favorite don't worry Y/N" Tim kindly said

Moments later in my bathroom alone. I strip down to nothing so I can take a shower. I gasp as the door opens I turn seeing, Jason!! Before he could say or do anything I ran and captured him into a passionate kiss. He parts with a smirk. My arms around his neck and his on my face

"well hello to you to sexy" he smirks realizing I'm entirely exposed

"dammit, Jason" I lay my forehead on his, my lips tremble as I grip his collar "I was so scared"

His face drops "I know. I'm so fucking sorry. Roy, didn't tell me it was going to be so dangerous" he apologized "my fucking phone couldn't pick up signal" he growled to himself

"it's OK I was, just was so worried about you" I began to cry "I m-missed you so much!"

"I know" he kisses my cheek "I missed you to beautiful"

He holds my arms Jason gazes me up and down my body. TELL HIM!! My breath hitches with my needed word's trapped in my throat as his eyes stop at my swollen abdomen. My muscles tense up and my heart races. He takes a deep breath and shakes his head. He remains silent. I take a shaky breath.

"J-Jason" I softly said my words stuck in my throat, as I cried. Please don't be mad

"I'm a fucking dumbass for leaving" he said with a brittle voice

I shake my head still unable to form words as I cry. Jason, strips down. We both step into the shower, together. He turns the water on. His hand within inches of bump. Jason, carefully ran his knuckles up and down my bump. Jason, began to stutter

"hey, look at me" I told him, he lifts his head to me his eyes swelling "don't you dare start to blame yourself for anything.." I began sobbing that made him frown, I can't believe he's really home! "the b-baby is going to love you"

He kissed me deeply. I part from his lips. He began to weep my heart sinks. He kisses my cheek. Afterwards Jason and I wearing our pajamas. Both of us in my bed the soft covers laid on our legs. My head resting on his arm. He had his large hand on my bump gently rubbing it with his thumb. I am so sleepy, Jason's soothing touch is nearly too much.

"so besides the obvious. Anything else happen while I was gone" he whispered with a yawn

"well, I hope you don't mind I told Dami he could come have quality time with the baby, whenever he wants to"

"fine by me love" he softly smiled

"oh! I almost forgot I went to a open house. I want you to look tomorrow" I said running my fingers through his hair

He chuckled softly warming my heart "wouldn't happen to be the disease infected and haunted house"

"how did you..." I was surprised

"my damn phone blew up when I finally got signal. Damian was hellbent on telling me that any house you told me about was horrifically unsafe and a bunch of shit, that I needed to come home right away" he rolls his eyes at himself "but before you have another reason to kill my stupid ass. I didn't call or text you because I wanted to surprise you" he fondly looks at my bump "but I guess you surprised me"

I smile softly placing my hand above his own "believe me it was a surprise to me to" then for the first time, I feel a gentle kick from our child

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