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yandere-kokeshi · 3 months

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How would TF141+Konig,Nikolai react if their reader drunk and told them about how reader family used to sold reader at brotherel.

Warnings: yandere behavior, talks about prostitution, mention of trauma, and foreshadowing on murdering.

A/N: Definitely took my time writing this, so I hope you enjoy it!

Captain “Price” John:

Whiplashes at you, nearly breaking his neck as he places his cold-glass down on the table.

“Sorry, what?”

He’s pissed. He cannot fathom why anyone could possibly do something so awful to his sweet darling, but he’s heartbroken, too. His heart shatters when you explain it, going into detail of what happened. And soon, John’s hands find themselves on yours within a heartbeat, thumbs grazing over your knuckles, and squeezes them occasionally.

If you blow it off, saying it’s no biggie, John gets angrier. It’s not fine, and his tone is firm, and large hands that’s on top of yours aren’t letting go. And soon, he softens — bringing you into his lap, kissing the crown of your head. Hands running up and down your back, whispering to you of how special you are.

And soon enough, later that night when you’re sleeping, his mind is wide-awake and angered. Wondering if your family is worthwhile to get a visit, teach ‘em a lesson or two.

From now on, John is so gentle with you; checking in with you first and won’t push you for anything. He even suggests therapy, or perhaps couple-therapy, to help you in some way. He wants you to know he’s here for you, as that’s all you have.

Your parents are nowhere to be seen. The news has reported them missing, and it’s weird that John had come home after an hour when their bodies had been found, right?

—

Simon “Ghost” Riley:

Whiplashes so hard, his neck popped as he looked at you. The cheap beer that you and him were drinking is set down, the loud clanking making the silence even louder, and his brown-doe eyes are staring at you.

“You bein’ serious?”

Simon is fuming, absolutely seething with rage at how they used and hurt you. And he’s extremely tempted to find all of them and break every single bone in their miserable body. How on the earth could they hurt and betray you, you, the literal light in his life like that?

“Love, you can’t jus’ drop a bomb like that and expect me to be all natural with it,” His tone seethed. He tries to soften it, he really does, but his rage with what you’ve just told him is starting to seep through the built-in cracks. And it’s clearly showing his not-so pretty side.

But as soon as he sees your face, his heart re-breaks all over again. And within seconds, he pulls you into his arms, whispering sweet words of love and promises of safety; kissing every part he can reach until you tell him to stop.

If you haven’t already cut ties with your family, Simon immediately does it for you — anger shown and his tone sharp. He removes them from any way possible of how they could connect to you, even going as far to put a restraining order against them. But, if they decide to be snide, and try to take you back? Simon is more than happy to use his physical strength to scare them away.

—

Kyle “Gaz” Garrick:

He laughs uncomfortably, before he really thinks and chews on the words a little more. His eyebrows crease against each other, fingers tightening around the beer bottle, as he looks at you very concerned.

“Wait– what was that?”

Kyle watches you go on, rambling about it as if it’s not a big deal, and he’s in pure shock. He’s not sure if you’re putting a brave face on, or if it’s the alcohol, but either way, it’s making him mad. His hands are shaking, his heart thundering in his chest, mind going a mile a minute, trying to understand the concept, but he can’t seem to get past the anger part.

“Baby… when did this happen?” he generally questions, uncomfortably shifting in his seat as he looks for something in you. He’s worrying. Wonder what it’s done to you, someone he loves so deeply, and he can’t fathom the idea that something so horrific happened to you.

Within seconds, he apologizes. Brown eyes looking at yours, barely forming tears. He’s pulling you into a tight hug, holding you deeply, and finding a way to blame himself. If he’d known you sooner, maybe it wouldn’t have happened. He could’ve protected you.

But, that doesn’t help the situation — so he focuses on you, helping you through things and ensuring you’ll be safe. Because you’ll always be with him.

Kyle tries to help you in every shape and form, making sure your boundaries are set and that he follows them knee-deep. And that, of course, your family doesn’t come near you. If they try to push through the cracks, he’s immediately acting viciously. And it’s not pretty.

—

Johnny “Soap” MacTavish:

He chokes on his drink, coughing up a storm. Hitting him like a ton of bricks, and somehow, you look at him like he’s the one who said some type of sex joke at the wrong time.

“I– beg your pardon?”

He’s right in the same area with Ghost, furious in many aspects. His face shows it. His body language, and thick voice. When you’re describing the multiple incidents, it just makes him want to track down your family and rip them in two.

Comfort is immediately given, Johnny’s arms find yours within seconds, and you’re brought into a cuddle session — one where he kisses every part, and promises that you’ll never have to face them again. He looks at you, blue eyes just admiring you before kissing your cheek, “Nobody will hurt ya’ again, swear on my and ma’s life, sweets.”

And he goes with it. Days pass, and he’s still thinking about it. He sees you so strongly, and how you’re able to go about your day and act as if it’s normal; his heart beats faster at your sewn thoughts of even crying.

Without saying, Johnny despises your family. A bitter emotion that can be easily shown if you bring them up into a conversation. His hands crunch in remembrance of their scared face, and you won’t be seeing them anymore. You can’t.

—

König:

He just looks at you, seemingly going deeper into your soul. Which, of course, creeps you out. König watches you explain, with a flushed look, and he’s tasting iron in his mouth from how hard he’s biting his cheek.

“Hase, what’d you say?”

He just keeps staring at you. And he doesn’t want you to think he’s angry at you, because he’s not — never in a million years, but it’s devastating to him. How could someone, a family that you’re supposed to trust, do that to you?

“König?” your voice brings him out of his deep thoughts, bloody thoughts, and he just looks at you before bringing you into his chest; a man, so large and beefy, has a voice so little and fragile, that you could barely hear it. He sighs, “Why did you hide it? I’d much rather you talk to me, okay?”

He’s obviously affected, but not as much as you are. He’s in a state of disbelief, and the fact you just blurted it out, whilst in a vulnerable state, makes him sick.

He’s unbelievably more clingy the next few days, ensuring you know your own worth and how strong you are. Everywhere you go, he’s touching you — smoothing the wrinkles in your clothes as his hands crawl underneath the fabric. Kissing you and nearly suffocating you with his weight.

As for your family, he ignores and diverts the questions of them into a different conversation. He doesn’t want to scare you, but with the things he’s done, König is certain you’d be smart to connect the dots.

—

Nikolai:

Not a single laugh, or fun look comes from Nikolai. He’s immediately concerned, the shot glass being put down as he really looks at you, biting his lip.

“Think that’s enough alcohol, Lyubimyy. Why don’t we head to bed, hm?”

He doesn’t necessarily react — but more so tries to make you sidetrack so you two can focus on something else. Until, the next morning, is where he re-brings it up and asks. He’s concerned, dark eyes showing sadness that’s covered by anger. But your feelings matter. They will always come first. And when he sees your reaction, Nikolai quickly understands, “We can talk whenever you’re ready, mkay lovey?”

Nikolai comforts you with the best of his abilities, ensuring that you’re not a burden. You’re the complete opposite, and you’re so strong. His hugs become deeper, kisses become longer and more intimate.

And the gifts he brings home, even to the grocery store, are enormous. His sly smile as he carries them in definitely takes your head off some things, no?

Your parents are immediately cut out of your life. Nikolai has secrets of his own, and once in a while, he has to take out the dirty trash, right? Before he leaves for the day, a mission needed for Laswell, he promises to be back before 5 PM; and he does, arriving all giddy and flirty. But his hands seem a bit too warm, a bit odd.

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pretty-red-garnet · 8 months

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Never Leaving

Daryl Dixon x Fem! Reader • Farm • Fluff

Thank you so much to the anon who requested this! I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it.

When Daryl had left early this morning, he'd promised he'd be back before sunset. You were a worrier, always had been, so he tried to reassure you. But now that the sun was just beginning to dip under the trees, you're staring to get a little worried.

You and Daryl had been close ever since the quarry. He had found you after all, and you wholeheartedly believe you'd be dead if he didn't. You had just fled from your town being overrun and were totally out of sorts. But he had found you, gave you a little bit of his squirrel meat he had and took you back to his camp at the quarry. That was maybe three months ago now, but who can tell time nowadays?

Daryl was definitely your best friend. Sure, he could get angry and he snapped more often than not, but there was a warm heart under all that rough exterior. You knew now more than ever, with him going out every day looking for that missing little girl. Where he was now.

He wasn't always your closest friend, though. When you first met him, he was always snipe and rude. But he was just so damn interesting, and smart. You always bugged and prodded at him, and after a while, he didn't seem to mind. He even began to seek you out when you seemed just a little too quiet. He had gotten chewed out by Merle for that, for being 'too soft,' or whatever bullshit he managed to stew up.

But now, despite Merle's comments, you two were attached at the hip. Rarely one without the other. You just got Daryl. You understood him, how he didn't really mean his rude remarks or when he just needed to be left alone for a moment. Or when he needed to just be told to shut the hell up. He'd been shocked the first time you told him to, and you still have to laugh to yourself when you think about the face he made when you finally snapped back at him.

You're just Daryl's person, and he's yours. You understand each other on a deeper level than either of you have ever had before. If you're honest with yourself, sometimes you lie awake at night thinking of what it would be like to be even more to each other. Be each other's person in every possible way.

And now that he's been gone all day— when he promised he'd be back quicker than usual because he took a horse— you're panicking a bit.

What if he got bit? Or some other people hurt him? Where the hell is he?

"Rick, I'm going out," you say sternly. The sheriff looked at you confused.

"It's gonna be dark soon, you can't go out now." You huffed.

"Daryl still isn't back. Something could've happened, so I'm going to look for him." Rick shakes his head.

"You and I both know Daryl is probably the most capable one of us all out there," Rick says, reassuringly. You shake your head and your brows furrow. "If he's not back by morning, I'll go with you, alright?"

"No, not alright," you say with anger. "He shouldn't be out there all night. What if he got hurt? What if it was you, Rick, would you want us to leave you out there because we think you can handle yourself good enough?"

"Y/N, listen," Rick says and pulls you away from the tents where everyone is gathered. "I got enough to worry about already. I can't be worried about you wandering off in the woods alone at night, too. So just do me a favor and stay put."

Rick looks at you with a pleading look. You'd probably be more guilty of asking another thing of him on top of everything else if your stomach wasn't doing somersaults over Daryl. Still, you nod anyway with a sigh, and he looks relieved.

"I promise you, morning comes and he's still out there, I'll go with you." You nod again and give him a small smile. Rick pats your shoulder with a smile in return before waking back to everyone else. You cast one last look at the group before sneaking off to the stables. Maybe you could sneak one out of there and go alone.

There's a horse there that's already saddled up. She looks agitated and stressed, pacing around and huffing air through her nose, occasionally lifting a hoof to bang it on the ground.

You walk up carefully and put a hand on her nose. She exhales roughly, but seems to calm at your touches. You're confused as to why she's already set to go, before you realize and your eyes widen.

This is Daryl's horse.

She came back without him. Why? Where is he? You rush her back to her stable and close the gate. You had to go now. Forget Rick looking in the morning, and never mind setting up a horse, Daryl needs help now. He could be hurt out there.

You bolt out of the stables and look towards the tents. Most of your group is still gathered over there. You couldn't go to your tent and grab anything, forget going to get a gun, they wouldn't let you go. You just have to hope your knife attached to your hip will be enough. Luckily, Daryl had taught you how to kill walkers with just a knife, along with some self defense.

You sneak off the farm and into the woods in the vague direction you saw Daryl go in that morning. You aren't the best tracker, but you knew the basics. Daryl had taught you that too after you'd annoyed him too much with your begging.

You could see some spots where leaves where moved, but you didn't quite know if it was Daryl. It looked like it could be horse tracks, seeing as it was multiple prints right in front of the other, but you aren't totally sure. It was the best you had for now.

You followed, nervously walking amongst the tall trees. You kept your feet light and quiet, following the tracks you could make out. After a while of walking, the tracks seem strange. There's a weird shuffle in the leaves next to a ravine. Then the tracks are on top of each other like the horse backtracked.

Weird. You walk some more, but now there's no tracks to follow. You aimlessly wander for another minute, looking around for any sight of the hunter.

You grab a tree and lean over to look down the ravine. It dips down into a creek, but no sign of Daryl. You sigh and are about to keep moving when you hear heavy panting. You look around trying to find the source, before walking in the direction you hear it come from.

"You best shut the hell up!" That's Daryl! You rush towards his voice and find him struggling to get up the cliff. He's panting and his face is smeared with blood.

"Daryl!" You yelp at the sight of him. He looks at you with wild eyes, covered in blood, and has walker ears around his neck. You would've been scared if it was anybody else.

You drop to your knees and reach down to grab his hand. You pull him up at hard as you could, and eventually, he drops down next to you. You take a deep breath and sit next to him.

"Are you ok? What happened?" You ask. His tank top was blood soaked and had a scraps of his flannel binding what you can only assume is a bad wound. He lays on his back, breathing heavily and doesn't answer. "Daryl?"

"Damn horse threw me off," he says, finally, unfocused eyes looking in your direction. "Fell down the cliff. Twice."

"Twice?" Daryl shrugs.

"Fell on my own bolt, too," Daryl says and motions to his wound. Your eyes widen and you immediately go to look at him. He flinches when you touch his stomach to move the binding.

"Can I look?" You ask, taking your hand off him. He nods, but he's looking at you with a careful expression. You pull the fabric away to see a clean shot, completely through his side. You grimace and gently put the fabric back over it. You tighten it a little and Daryl lets out a strangled groan, his eyes falling back a little. "I know, I'm sorry. We have to keep it tight, though."

You stand and reach a hand towards Daryl, who grabs it and stands. He stands unsteadily and sways. You put your hands on his shoulder and back to try and keep him upright.

"Good?" You ask. He nods, and the two of you begin the walk back to the farm.

Daryl holds up pretty well. Much better than you would've if you were in his position. The pace is slow and Daryl has resorted to dragging his crossbow on the ground by the strap.

"I could carry that, you know." Daryl shrugs.

"I got it," he says. You roll your eyes.

"You really will never trust me with your precious baby, will you?" He snorts and his mouth quirks in a smile, but he doesn't confirm nor deny. "I'll get my hands on it one day."

Daryl wouldn't let you help him walk at all, too nervous that he'd fall and take you down with him. So he stumbled his way back to the farm by himself, in more pain than he let on. Occasionally he'd let out a small, pained sigh, but would just say that he's fine and that you worry too much when you'd look at him.

"I'll run ahead and let Hershel know your hurt," you said, once you finally exited the trees and entered the paddock of the farm. Daryl was lagging behind you, and you wanted to make sure Hershel was ready for him when he finally made it to the house.

"Mhm," Daryl hummed. His brows were furrowed in a pained wince, worrying you even further. "'M fine, go on ahead."

You nod and turn away from him, jogging slightly to the house. You'd send Rick to Daryl, he'll make sure he gets to the house. Daryl is too stubborn to let you help him, hopefully Rick could.

"Walker!" Andrea shouts from the top of the RV once you get a little closer to your group's set up. "It's following Y/N!"

What? You turn around to no walker in sight you could just barely see Daryl staggering his way to the house. Honestly, from this far, Daryl looks like he could be a... uh oh.

Before you could get a word in, Shane, Rick, T-Dog and Glenn fly by you with weapons in hand. You can see Andrea has that damn rifle firmly pointed in Daryl's direction. Your heart drops to your stomach in panic.

"No! Wait!" You rush to run towards them. "It's Daryl!" By the time you make it to them, everyone is breathing heavily.

"Third time you pointed that thing at my head," Daryl says, annoyed. "You gonna pull the trigger, or what?"

Before anyone can say anything else, a loud gunshot rings out, and Daryl drops to the ground. Your stomach twists and your eyes widen, Andrea fucking shot him.

"Oh my God!" You screech and drop beside him. "Daryl?"

"I was kidding," Daryl says before falling unconscious. The bullet grazed his head, leaving a bloody stripe near his temple. You quickly check for a pulse and is relieved to find one.

"He's unconscious," you say. Rick moves you aside and hefts Daryl's knocked out figure with Shane's help.

"Oh my God!" Andrea's voice rings out and your face heats with anger. "Oh my God! Is he dead?"

"Unconscious," Rick replies.

"You could've killed him!" You shout, following behind Rick and Shane carrying Daryl.

"I thought he was a walker!" She yelled back. "I was trying to help!"

"Even if he was, it was one! There was a whole group going for him!" You stop to scold her, Rick and Shane helping Daryl up the stairs to the house. "That gunshot could send walkers right to us!"

"With the trees and hills, the gunshot probably just echoed. They can't find us," Dale says, always trying to be the voice of reason. Typically, you respected it, but now it just pissed you off.

"Daryl will be fine, Y/N—"

"That's not the point! He could've died! And you're too goddamn stupid and caught up in your own problems to realize you're putting people in danger!" You huff and take a step back, turning around and running a hand through your hair. You're about to leave and check on Daryl, but Andrea steps in front of you to get in your face again.

"I said I was sorry, you don't have to insult me—" And you couldn't take it anymore, and you smacked her right in the face. Her face instantly has a viscous red mark, and you don't know if you should feel remorse or pride.

There's a chorus of 'oh's in the back from the others that gathered. You instantly feel guilt when you see Carol is there looking anxious, and so you turn to go in the house. You run into Hershel in the hallway nearing where Carl used to be, now where Daryl is laid up.

"Is he ok?" You ask.

"He's resting now, exhausted and recovering from blood loss. He would be much better if he didn't steal my horse." You groan internally at the comment and instead just smile and nod slightly awkwardly. "You should let him be, come back later when he's up."

You agree and turn back to head to your tent. You keep your head down to avoid the others, but luckily most have scattered to their own areas.

After a while of brooding alone and even missing dinner, you decide to go check on Daryl. You've been thinking about him, but didn't want to wake him up if he was still resting. But after dinner time, you didn't want to wait anymore.

You quietly make your way into the house and to Daryl's door. You knock quietly and is surprised to hear a quiet 'come in.' You poke your head in to see Daryl laying on his back, looking back at you. He's all cleaned up with a bandaged around his head and side.

"Hey," you whisper before closing the door behind you. "How're you feeling?"

"'Bout as good as I look," he says with a shrug.

"You must feel like shit then." Daryl snorts, his mouth quirking up in a smirk.

"Pretty much." You sit down next to him on the bed. “I hallucinated Merle…”

“You must be crazier than I thought,” you joked, but Daryl didn’t smile like you thought he would. “You miss him?” He nods.

“He ain’t dead,” he says after a moments silence. “Don’t know where the hell he is though.”

“I’ve seen Merle kill like, 10 walkers while high. I don’t think a little blood loss will kill him.” Daryl smiles, snorting out a little laugh. You congratulate yourself on the inside for lightening him up. “Is that who you told to shut the hell up?”

“Yeah, he was talkin’ shit like always.”

“What else is new. I’m just glad you weren’t talking to hallucinated me, then I’d beat your ass,” you say, smiling and nudging him. He just lets out a scoff.

“Like you could.” He nudges you back.

You both fall into silence for a moment, you looking at your hands while Daryl is looking at you. "What's wrong?" He finally asks.

"Nothing," you answer and give him a little smile. He doesn't look convinced, and nudges you with his foot.

"S'it about Andrea?" Daryl asks. "Saw her face, looks like she got rocked pretty hard. Was that you?"

"Maybe..." Daryl scoffs.

"Maybe?" He teases, a soft smile that's reserved for only you on his face.

"Ok, definitely."

"That what's bothering you?" He asks. You shake your head. "The hell is it then?"

"I was just really worried about you today," you confess, looking back down at your hands to fumble with them.

Losing people is always on your mind, and Daryl was way too close today. You've already lost friends and family, people from your group. But Daryl is Daryl. When he found you in the woods, you were just about to give up. He gave you reason again.

The thought of losing him terrified you. You don't want to think about what would've happened if Andrea had shot just a little more to the left, or if a walker found him bleeding out while he was out there. You couldn't lose him too.

"'M fine. Told you that already." You nod.

"I know." Daryl bites his lip a little and nods back. He looks like he has something on his mind.

"You know," he starts. You look at him, waiting for him to continue. He seems nervous. "I'm always gonna come back to you."

Tears well up in your eyes before you can stop them, and your hands tremble. Daryl looks panicked.

"Sorry," you say with a little laugh, wiping at your eyes. "I just don't know what I'd do without you."

Daryl has an unusually soft expression when he looks at you. He lets out a dramatic sigh and opens his arms.

"Come on, once in a lifetime opportunity," he teases, pulling you down. You giggle and comply, cuddling into his body in a way that wouldn't hurt him. "M never gonna leave you," he whispers.

"You can't make a promise like that," you say with a sniffle.

"Like hell I can't." He hugs you tighter, but you can sense apprehension. This was Daryl's most outwardly show of affection since you've known him. He's always a little awkward about physical affection, he shows his care through action and doing things for others.

"You know why I can?" He asks, his voice quiet and hesitant. You hum for him to continue, but he doesn't. His fingers trace nonexistent patterns on your back and tap anxiously.

"Why?" You ask, pulling your face away from his chest to look at him. His face is flushed and his lip is pulled in between his teeth. He moves his hand up your back, sliding it to the back of your neck to play with your hair there. "Why?" You ask again in a whisper, too affected by the heavy tension in the room to be any louder. You didn't want to break it.

Daryl doesn't answer again, just pushes your head towards his to capture your lips. His lips are chapped and rough but you don't mind a bit. Your head is spinning but perfectly clear at the same time. There's not an ounce of appreciation or hesitation from either of you, both right where they know they need to be.

When you part from him, your eyes blown and faces heated, you don't break eye contact. His hand is on your face now, other on your back. Yours are splayed open on his chest. Daryl's eyes flit between your eyes before moves to rest his forehead against yours, unable to part from you completely.

"'M never gonna leave you, alright?" Instead of refuting him again, you just nod, and return your lips to his.

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dazednmatthews · 29 days

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hey hot stuff i’m feeling the need to be self indulgent (feel free to ignore me LOL) but a matt headcanon with his gf in the middle of exams? late night study sesh and such🥹 i love you

- mads 🪽(@hollandsangel)

bf!matt x stressed college gf headcanons

sorry this took so long!! i had a… hectic day to say the least. i hope this does ur request justice 🫶🏾 i love u bad

-matt is the type of bf to never ever want to see you stressed

-he’s gonna do whatever he possibly can to take the pressure off your shoulders

-so when exam season comes up and you start to get kind of distant because you’re so stressed, this mf is the most attentive, doting man ever

-“i’m just so stressed. my bio exam is in three days and my english lit exam is in 5 and i have to do so many chores and pick up this stupid cake for my mom—”

-“go to the library and study. give me the time and place to pick up the cake and i’ll use my key to get into your apartment. don’t worry about a thing, sweetheart.”

-he would respect your space when you needed it and when you wanted to study alone

-“i wanna see you matt but i really need to memorize this chapter tonight. i can’t, i’m sorry.”

-“it’s okay, baby. i understand, school comes first right now.”

-you love him so much for that cause he never makes you or lets you feel guilty for the lack of time together

-he definitely brings you your favorite snacks, water, and meals to the library when you stay late

-“i’m not staying, i know you need to focus. but i also know you haven’t eaten today and i can’t have that.”

-when you do want company, he is hands down the best study partner

-he will deadass read the chapters you have memorize just to make sure he can quiz you

-helps you make color coded flash cards

-“it means… fuck i can never fucking remember this one.” you’re chewing on your pen cap racking your brain for the definition of a chapter concept you know you know. you can feel the slight hysteria building as matt sits patiently, gentle eyes pleading with you to go easy on yourself. “i’m never gonna fucking pass.”

-matt puts down the flash cards, careful not to mess up the order. he comes around to the side of his bed that you’re on, squatting down between your open legs. he’s rubbing his thumb in circles on your thighs with one hand as he removes your head from your hands with his other. “you are the smartest and most capable person i know. you have been working your ass off for this. you need to give yourself some more credit, sweetheart. cause i have no doubt you can do it.” he swipes at the frustrated tears pooling in your eyes and gives you the most honey sweet smile you’ve ever seen.

-you tend to overwork yourself a lot so he insists on breaks every couple hours

-you almost always protest in favor of getting as much work done as possible but he always wins the argument

-“baby, i can’t take another break. i’m so behind. i haven’t even done half of what i wanted to!”

-“last break we took was four hours ago y/n. you’re going to drive yourself crazy if you don’t give yourself some time to relax.”

-he takes you to get food or even just a short drive listening to the playlist you guys made together, talking and laughing about anything other than school

-sometimes you sit in the living room w all the triplets and watch them argue about something hilarious

-he’s always right and it always works

-when you finally finish reviewing all the material you needed to, you flop down on his bed with a heavy sigh

-“i’m so fucking happy i finished on time.”

-“i knew you would. you’re gonna fucking ace it tomorrow.”

-“yeah i hope. i had the best study partner in the world.”

-you spend the night before your exams in his extremely soft bed and his extremely serene arms, him kissing away the nerves that threaten to choke you. every so often he’ll whisper sweet nothings of how good you’re gonna do, how proud of you he is and how smart you are, making your heart swell.

-the day of your exams you wake up to the sweetest note with a smoothie made (he didn’t go to bed until like 7am that morning anyway)

-“you’ve got this, baby! you’re gonna fucking kill it. take your time and trust yourself. i love you -m”

-you feel on top of the world knowing the most amazing man you’ve ever met believes in you so much

-after your exams are done, you wait until you’re back at his house to view your scores online

-“you ready?” matt says, looking at you with nothing but love and light.

-“no, but fuck it. lets get this over with.”

-you of course get the best scores imaginable

-you celebrate like you won the fucking lottery, jumping in his arms and shrieking in hysterical delight

-he is just as, maybe even more excited

-“that’s my fucking girl! i knew you could do it.”

-and he spends the entire night showing you just how proud of you he really is

#matt sturniolo #sturniolo triplets #christopher sturniolo #nicolas sturniolo #nick sturniolo #sturniolo edit #chris sturniolo #sturniolo fanfic #sturniolo imagine #matthew sturniolo #matt stuniolo fanfic #matt sturniolo headcanon #matt sturniolo x reader #chris sturniolo fanfic

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misscinnamonroll16 · 3 months

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Brozone headcanons

Clay briefly took ballet. He took it to help with his balance bc he was a clumsy kid

Clay let Floyd play connect the dots with the freckles on his face when they were kids

Branch definitely thought some of the meals he missed were made by their grandma when they had actually been made by John Dory

Floyd and Bruce are often physically affectionate. Ones to often hug and just be touching the people they care about

The bros often sleep in a troll pile. They just want to be close with one another and know that the others are there

For a while, John is the only one who can read Branch's handwriting. He's used to reading the chicken scratch that was all of their handwriting at one point in time.

JD's handwriting is pretty in a way that it's hard to read.

Bruce abbreviates things all the time when he has to write it down. It doesn't make sense to the other brothers but as long as it makes sense to him

John never "officially" comes out as bi, it's just kind of found out and not made a big deal about, unless they're giving him shit for it

Clay is super skinny from the diet that all the putt-putt trolls had. His romper hides the fact that you can see each of his ribs and hip bones and vertebrae. Upon seeing that for the first time, John Dory is worried, he thinks he needs to feed Clay more. Bruce assures him that Clay is fine, just needs to work his way to larger portions

Floyd and John both have so many ex's

Floyd likes to draw his brothers while they're not paying attention. It's the way their muscles move more naturally and the different body types

Floyd has more piercings than just the one earring

John Dory loves nature. He could sit in the middle of the woods for hours just enjoying the sounds, the feeling of the sun on his skin and the wind. When it rains, he wants to just go stand in the rain

That being said, JD has tracked mud through the bunker and it pisses Branch off

JD chews on pens and pencils, never let him borrow yours unless you're ok with it getting chewed on.

If John could, he would carry Rhonda. She's his baby and he loves her.

John Dory has pretended to be eaten by Rhonda just to freak his brothers out and it worked.

Both JD and Branch have trouble sleeping so sometimes you'll find one of them in the others bed

Clay, John and Floyd often will forget what they were doing and stand there, spinning around in a circle saying "what was I doing? What was I doing?" Before either remembering or giving up for a moment to remember minutes later. It's funny for Branch and Bruce to watch as they try and remember.

Clay is a koala type cuddler. He latches on and doesn't let go. So is John and Branch.

The reason JD and Clay don't get along is because they're a lot a like. They don't see it, even if someone points it out.

Floyd can't sit in a chair properly to save his life

#trolls #brozone #trolls john dory #trolls floyd #trolls clay #trolls bruce #branch trolls #funny #trolls headcanon #trolls headcanons

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heeliopheelia · 9 months

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"i've missed you" (heeseung x reader)

genre: light angst, fluff word count: 1.3k requested by @probably-too-obssessed ♡

warnings: mentions of a break up, exes to lovers, crying

a/n: was the plan in my head perfect: yes. do i like the execution:... okay, ik this ain't technically a drabble but bear with me!! but anyways, we're officialy more than half done with the 1k event yayy!!

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Wiping the sleep out of your eyes, you make your way past the living room to answer the door. Knowing that only the closest people to you know the code to your apartment block's stairway, you can't help but worry as you approach the knocking on your door at such early hour. Has something happened? Did someone get hu-?

Suddenly more awake than a second before, you gape at ex-boyfriend in shock. Wide eyes scan his face, his brows slightly furrowed as he chews on his bottom lip, fingers twitching by his thighs. And you can't help but notice that he looks... the same. Yes, a little more mature now compared to the few years ago, features more defined than before but that's still most definitely Heeseung. Your Heeseung.

"What are you doing here?" You ask quietly, feet rooted into the floor as cold winter air sweeps from the stairway and engulfs your thinly-clothed body. You try to pretend that this sudden coolness is the cause of the shiver that runs down your spine but at the same time you know well that it's all because of Heeseung's relentless eyes placed on you.

"Hi," he breathes out and feels his heart coming up to his throat. Fuck, you're even prettier than he remembered. He clears his throat. "Can I come in?"

Somehow you muster the courage to nod your head and move back to open the door wider for him. As he sets his foot in your apartment, an instant wave of nostalgia and longing fills his heart to the brim and for the first time in three years Heeseung doesn't feel this void that's been constantly eating him from the inside. And it's all after spending only a minute with you again.

"I've missed you," he blurts out without wasting any more time, watching as your shoulders visibly tense. He takes a step closer and then one more, moving to stand right in front of you. "I'm sorry it took me so long to say it."

Pressing your lips together, you hide the trembling of your fingers by clenching them on the fabric of the shirt you've been sleeping in. His shirt which only now you seem to realize to be wearing and so does Heeseung as his eyes soften. And it makes him hope that maybe you too, after all this time, still keep a place in your heart for him.

Your heart pounds in your chest.

"You–," you stutter out, head full of running thoughts. Why is he here now? What's caused him to go against his manager and contract and show up at your door at 5 am? "Heeseung, where is this all coming from?"

"Ever since the night I broke up with you, there hasn't been a day without you on my mind." You can clearly see the distress and pain marring his soft features. "I'm sorry I fucked up, I never should've ended things with you back then."

And yes, you've missed him too. Yes, you've thought about him way too much for someone who's supposed to be over the relationship for at least two years now. But it's Heeseung after all. How does one simply move on from him?

But you keep a brave face and decide to be the more reasonable one out the two of you for once in your entire life. "There's nothing to apologize for, don't be ridiculous"

He scoffs, running his hand through his thick hair from frustration. "I was selfish. I dropped you for fame–"

"You left me for your dreams, Heeseung," you interrupt him with a scolding look. "And you did the right thing. I'd never want to be the one holding you back. Stop being so self-critical."

His eyes soften and he breathes out, all the tension leaving his body. "You could never hold me back, YN. I hate that only now I realized that you were the only thing that's kept me grounded. I'm no one without you."

Your heart stutters when his hands reach out and envelop your slightly trembling ones. "I don't know, Hee. There's just... There's so much happening right now, I can't think straight."

"I still love you." His words knock all the air out of your lungs and you swear you're falling. "After all this time, there's never been anyone else but you, love. I'd drop everything in an instant if you asked me to give my all to you right now. Everything loses its value when you're not there with me, I've learnt it the hard way."

"I–"

Your quiet stumbling gets cut off by his hands suddenly loosing their grip on yours. You watch as realization tinted with fear slowly creeps up on his beautiful face. All of sudden, Heeseung feels all of his muscles tensing as his heart drops down his chest, heavy and aching.

Already dreading your answer, he asks. "Do you... Do you have someone?"

"N-No!" You stutter out quickly, hands suddenly gaining a mind of their own as they desperately clutch on his again, heart wrenching as you already miss his touch even though he hasn't even fully pulled away. "I couldn't. Not after you."

"Then give us another try," he breathes out, chest feeling almost fifty pounds lighter at your quiet confession. His fingers quickly intertwine with yours as he pulls you closer with one tug. Your heart stalls when he leans down and starts kissing away the tears that you haven't even noticed started dropping down your cheeks. "All I want is you, YN. And there will never be anyone but you for me."

His lips trail down your cheeks, peppering kisses all over your jawline and chin and before you can even blink, your mouths are moving together in despair. The kiss is soaked and dripping with longing and love as you both pour all of the emotions from deep within into it. Even when your lips start to slightly burn from the saltiness of your tears and Heeseung's harsh sucks, you never even think of pulling away just for a second. It's only your muffled sob that makes the two of you part.

"I missed you so much," you cry out, trembling hand coming up to cover the bottom of your wet face. It doesn't take long for him to gently pull it away and bring it closer to him, pressing his warm lips to your knuckles. You sniffle, only to feel more tears following down your cheeks. "I've watched your every single performance, you know?" You chuckle shortly trough the sobs. The smile you sent him is wobbly and teary but so full of love it makes Heeseung feel the happiest he's been for the past couple years. "I'm so proud of you."

Your words impact him harder than he would ever admit, so before you can get the glimpse of his own eyes becoming glistening, he pulls you by your face and kisses you again, swallowing each one of your sobs and whimpers. Your hands tightly cling onto his hoodie as you find yourself becoming putty underneath his touch again. His slim fingers brush away the hair that got stuck onto your teary face, his caresses so gentle you can't help but feel your legs buckling slightly, so taking two steps backwards, you pull him on the couch along with you.

"I love you too," you whisper somewhere in between your ceasing cries and his kisses.

At that, Heeseung pulls himself up on his elbows to take in your pretty face. The face that he couldn't erase from his mind for all these years. The face that kept him awake every night until he passed out from exhaustion. The face that he loves more than anything else in this world.

And damn him if he ever found anything else that brought him as close to heaven as the sight of your swollen lips parted with a smile, blush spread over your cheeks as your eyes fill up with sparkles, looking at him as if he's collected all the stars from the sky and gave them to you. And fuck, if you really ever asked him to give you the entire moon itself, he knows that he would somehow find a way to make it happen. Because he would do absolutely anything and everything to make you happy. Even if it meant giving up his entire career – he will not make the same mistake twice and lose you again, now knowing that nothing is worth of the pain that being without you has put him through.

permanent taglist: @bambisgirl @arizejkt19 @luvmura @milisabunny @cathy-1997 @satoruskitchenrag @ramenoil @jenjnk @jaylaxies @yoongspi

#carly's 1k event ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა #1k event: requests ✎#enhypen #enhypen imagines #enhypen x reader #enhypen fluff #enhypen angst #enhypen heeseung #heeseung imagines #heeseung x reader #lee heeseung x reader #heeseung drabbles #enhypen drabbles

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captain-mj · 8 months

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You know the alien au? Do you have something like that for Korangi?

Hell yeah!! Koenig is the same species as Ghost because I'm lazy but Horangi is different. No need to read the other one

Koenig felt very ashamed of himself. But his needs were... growing. He had started to get more and more irritability. He wanted a mate. Or at least someone to fuck.

It was shameful, to need to pay like this. But he had gotten desperate.

A friend had given him the suggestion after he had bared his teeth at some innocent deer people. They had been chewing and exposing their chests and their stupid little tails kept twitching around and it got the parts of his brain that were horny and hungry all confused.

The matron showed him different pictures of pretty creatures. He saw one and felt his mouth start to water. "That one."

"Horangi. He's a bit pricey."

"Whatever he wants. I'll pay it." Koenig nodded. "I need him for three nights."

"We charge hourly."

Koenig groaned. "Fine. One night. Eight hours. Then if I want more I can just buy?"

"Yes. As many hours as you want. Though, I'm sure he could wear you out. I always suggest hourly."

"No, I need longer."

The matron paused and nodded. "Alright. I'll get the bill for you."

It was steep, but Koenig made more than enough money and didn't find many things to waste it on. This was more than worth every penny. "Can I bring him to my place? Or does it have to be here?"

"He has to stay here. He owes money and he can't leave until he's done."

Koenig felt unsettled by that, but he nodded. "Fine. I'll make do."

He let the matron know about his... requirements. She took them all down and nodded. "You'll have him tomorrow."

All of this led Koenig to this moment right here. Where Horangi was in a bed, blindfolded so Koenig could slip off his hood, and "very well" prepped. His legs were slightly spread and his hands were next to his head. Giant cat like ears with tufts on the end listened intently to Koenig walking around. His cock sat on his tummy, half hard and twitching as Koenig stared at him.

Koenig wondered if he had not been informed of their size difference. He put a hand on his hip, watching his long fingers wrap around him. Horangi was roughly six feet two inches and toned, but Koenig was large. He was on the larger size of an already large species.

One of his thick fingers, claws filed to be smooth and not sharp, slid into him. Definitely slick enough, but not good enough. He could finger him, of course, but the problem with that was his claws. Even filed, he doubted they'd be very comfortable.

So Koenig picked Horangi up like a doll and started to lick at him.

Horangi jerked and hit his shoulders. "Not even a hello first??" He stopped struggling and moaned loudly the moment Koenig's tongue breached him. He started to lap slowly, letting the sandpaper texture of his tongue tug at his sensitive body.

Koenig closed his eyes. Horangi's top half hit the pillows as the rest of him stayed in the air, legs over his shoulders. He had a sweet taste to him. Perfect for what Koenig needed him for.

Koenig continued until he dripped and seemed loose enough. Horangi had started to squeeze his thighs around his head which drove him fucking wild. His tongue pushed deeper and deeper with every squeeze before abruptly pulling away.

Horangi's legs shivered and his cock was now at full attention.

Koenig didn't want to talk. It was bothersome and unnatural. Still, he swallowed thickly. "Hello. Where is your lube?"

Horangi shivered at the way he spoke and pointed to the drawer.

Koenig retrieved it and grabbed Horangi's ankles, forcing him up and exposing his hole again.

"What are you do- Cold!!" Horangi squirmed when Koenig put a generous glob directly on to him. "A little warning."

Koenig grunted, worried if he spoke too much now he'd ruin everything. All of his blood was also rushing to his cock and he was sure if he didn't get some relief soon, he'd go insane. He poured more on his own cock and put one of his hands around Horangi's throat.

Horangi tilted his head back. "getting your money's worth huh?"

Koenig pushed in, feeling Horangi tense when the head popped in. He groaned a little, hands flying to Koenig's shoulders. His fingers searched over his shoulders, over his face, down his chest.

"Wait what ar-"

Koenig shoved more into him, whimpering at the tightness. The pressure was so intense and it was so slick. He rolled his hips to try to work his way deeper.

Horangi gasped and dug his nails in, almost immediately drawing blood. "Fuck, fuck, so big."

Koenig paused, burying his face in his neck. He pressed in tight and after a moment, resumed his rocking.

Deeper. More. His body begged for Horangi to just let him in. It was his fault, maybe he should've ignored his attraction and picked a species more compatible.

Oh dear. Horangi would probably be terrified knowing he was being bedded by such a horrid creature. Koenig would make sure he stayed blindfolded and hopefully too pleasured to think too much about it.

The subject of his thoughts chose that time to sob, back arching a little. "Sorry, haven't had this big in a while. Take what you need."

Koenig snarled loudly, making him jump in his arms. Bigger? Take anyway? He rocked faster, trying desperately to fit all of himself. He took his time, making sure Horangi wasn't in pain with each inch.

Horangi's mouth opened. Sharp teeth meant for eating fish and a nice soft pink tongue. Koenig licked into his mouth, tasting him again.

Sweet.

Finally, after so much pushing and pulling, it fit. Horangi had a small dent in his tummy and seemed half awake, though if Koenig went too still for too long, he started to rock back on him, trying to get him to move.

Koenig gripped his hips hard and swallowed hard. "I am going to pull out now. Might feel weird."

"Why?"

He answered by just starting to pull out.

Horangi groaned and whined at the feeling. There was a texture that dragged along his sensitive walls, meant for making sure there was nothing in his mate but him. That he'd be bred by Koenig and only Koenig.

Another slow push in, another slow pull out. Horangi came all over himself, sobbing. His species was so expressive.

Koenig sped up and started to seek his own pleasure. He tried to get as deep as he could, breaking Horangi down.

All his thoughts were consumed by the idea of making Horangi drunk off pleasure. Only able to sit there and take and take and take.

Horangi clawed at his back and moaned loudly. "Fuck, not so fast. Not so deep."

"Please, please." Koenig pressed his face in his neck and rutted into him. "Inside, yes? Can I come inside?"

Horangi hit his shoulders. "Fine, fine, yes. Come on." He felt Koenig shudder and finish deep inside him.

Koenig wasn't even close to done, as Horangi would be unfortunate enough to learn.

He sobbed hard into the pillows, face now pressed against it as Koenig took him from behind. He had lost count of both how many times they finished and the time. There was no possible way it had just been eight hours. It felt like months.

Torture of the sweetest kind.

“Please, keep talking to me, please.” Horangi was pretty sure he was going insane. It felt good, so good and there was nothing to ground him. Just unrelenting, uncaring pounding right into his sweet spot. There was nothing to look at, nothing to listen to other than the sound of skin against his own and the embarrassingly wet sounds of his own body. All there was, was the sensation of touch. Even his taste and sense of smell were full of this evil, awful man who had done what many had tried but none had succeeded to do. Make Horangi beg.

As yet another orgasm was wrung out of him, he felt Koenig cum again without a word. It had started dripping down his legs, but Koenig just pushed it back into him when ever he took breaks between rounds. Koenig took breaks. He usually teased Horangi’s body with bites, nibbles and little licks over his sensitive tummy until he felt ready to continue his war path against Horangi’s body.

"Thirsty." Horangi whined out and Koenig sprung to action, quickly rearranging them so Horangi was in his lap. He brought a cup of water to his lips and helped him drink it down. "Thank you."

Koenig hummed. He seemed to lose more and more of his vocabulary as they went on. It was difficult to form words.

A knock on the door.

His eight hours were up.

He shoved Horangi down and took a good look at what he had done to him. He grunted in satisfaction and then slapped his ass lightly.

"Paying for two more days."

Horangi groaned but neither of them missed the way his ass shifted up slightly to give Koenig a better view. It was a stupid amount of money to blow on a whore. He didn’t think it was possible for him to survive the next two days, but… it was a lot of money and he doubted Koenig could keep this pace up for 48 more hours.

Right?

#Call Of Duty: Modern Warfare II #Konig #König #Horangi #Körangi #König x Horangi #Horangi x König

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luveline · 10 months

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jade my darling, could i please request the bf that is fred weasley looking after r with an ear infection? it could be muggle OR modern!au and not in the asf universe but up to u <333 i just need comfort from my freddie because i am in immense pain with a probable ear infection (spoiler: it sucks!)

sorry this took me those two days sweetheart i hope you're doing better now!! asf fred x fem!reader

"My mum said I should give you mudwort and lavender tincture," Fred says.

"Both sound awful," you mumble, laying on your back on the sofa, hands held out to take his as he approaches. He tried to make you chew mudwort this morning, you vehemently denied it.

Fred looks bitten by the cold, though he's barely been gone for ten minutes. Quicker to go see his mum and ask for a solution than pen a letter and wait for her to get it. He crouches down next to you and feels along your forehead with his cold fingers, a nice relief.

"You okay?" he asks.

"I'm okay, please don't make me take mudwort."

"No, I won't," he assures you. He's wearing a frown, the 'my heart is so broken for you' expression he actually lets you see these days.

"You used to do all your worrying secretly," you mumble.

"So did you," he says, kissing your head carefully.

You wince despite his gentleness, the ache in your ear having pervaded into your teeth and brow, even behind your eye. "Can I have more painkillers now?"

"Yes, I think so. It's not quite been four hours, but," —he sighs and kisses your hand before letting it rest on your chest— "I don't think it's alright for you to be in this much pain, lovely girl."

Even now his pet names make you giddy. Smiling through the pain, you pull the throw blanket he's laid over you upto your chin. You haven't cried for a few hours, but the pain is acute and building fast. Your eyes hurt, your nose hurts, Fred's too far away and his stupid brother hasn't come to see you, either.

"Will George be coming over?" you ask.

Fred pops ibuprofen and paracetamol into his hands. If you're refusing mudwort (as you have from the beginning of your sickness), then those will have to do. "Round two."

"Time is it now?"

"Two. Sit up, then, you can have these with some apple juice."

You blow out a suffering breath and sit up. Your ear feels better for it, honestly, so you elect to stay sitting, taking your tablets and shifting your legs to make room for your devoted boyfriend to sit beside you. Luckily you're not contagious. Fred's the one who made you sick, and he got sick from one of his many siblings who got sick from who knows, but so far you're the only person to suffer with an ear infection.

He's free to sit close to you and ogle you shamelessly. "You're still very, very pretty, even when you're ill. How do you manage that?"

You smile at him. It's a sad smile, too pained to really give him much minding. "Practice," you joke.

Fred appreciates your effort. He pulls your arm into his lap to touch gently, drawing shapes and stars and spirals into your hot skin.

"Mudwort's not as bad as you remember," he begins lightly, his nonchalance a dead giveaway that it is definitely as bad as you remember. "It's like long grain rice, you know?"

"It tastes like clay if clay was evil."

"Yeah," he says, his guilty smile making apples of his cheeks, his freckles dancing. "Okay. The lavender tincture will be ready in a bit, you don't have any qualms against lavender, do you?"

"Quite like lavender," you mumble, closing your eyes. You're too tired to stay alert but hurting too much to sleep.

"I quite like you, ghost," he murmurs. Ghost a silly nickname and not silly at all, a lasting moniker that the twins defer to whenever they feel like being especially affectionate. You used to be very quiet before you met them, like a ghost.

You frown deeply as a wave of throbbing pain worsens. Lost in it, you're unsure how much time passes, but George arrives at the same time as the tinctures ready, sitting gingerly beside you.

"This is very unfortunate," he says. He pokes your arm. "Fred does realise that if he fails to look after you, we'll only have Lee Jordan left?"

"You love Lee Jordan," you mumble.

"Ah, but I love you more." You squint at him. He looks a lot like Fred, but he doesn't look at you as Fred does. When Fred looks at you, it's with a lovelorn, inescapable fondness, like he wants to wrap you up in his arms for days at a time and just hold you. George grimaces at your dishevelled appearance. "Well, I loved you. I'll give a heartfelt eulogy."

"We aren't best friends anymore," you complain, pushing at his hand ineffectually.

Fred sits down. You'd barely recognised his departure. "I think you should mercy kill me," you say, scrunching your eyes closed. You're joking but tears well unbidden along your lash line, trying hard to push out. You scrunch your eyes harder.

"You'll be okay," Fred promises, tincture in hand. "I promise. You'll have a couple of drops of this, okay?"

"Wait, I have to eat it?" you ask, suddenly much more reluctant.

"Yeah. I'll take some too, if you like. We'll all have lavender mouths."

You close your eyes and tilt your head back, knowing Fred will dropper the tincture into your mouth. It's oily and tastes cloying. George presses a cup into your hands, and you drink quickly to get rid of the bad taste.

You nearly gag, swallowing roughly against the oily feeling coating your teeth.

"Bet you wish you'd taken the mudwort now."

"Shut up, George."

George doesn't shut up. He doesn't yell, but he talks to you for a while, staving off tears with his presence alone. He gives your hand a good squeeze as he says goodbye, promising to bring you a proper jar of sweets if you make it through the infection.

"I notice you haven't offered me anything," you tell Fred as he sits down. Tears bump down your cheeks from the pain. You're trying to ignore them. "I want things, you know."

"That's music to my ears," he says, pulling your head toward his chest gently, giving you the chance to stop him if it hurts. "I love when you want things. I'll get you literally whatever it is you want just as soon as you can fight your poorly ear off."

Fred gives you a tiny kiss at your crown. You sniffle.

"What can I do?" he asks.

"This is really perfect," you say, wiping your tears away before they can tickle. "I have everything I need until it's over. You and paracetamol."

He knows how much you mean it. Nearly every horrible thing you've lived through has been while you were holding his hand. Fred looks a little like he could cry himself as he smiles at you, stroking your damp cheek with the back of his hand. He softens his touch as your eyes flutter closed, his voice like a hum as he says, "Sorry, lovely. I didn't mean to make you so unwell."

"I could've slept on the sofa," you say with a shrug.

"But you insisted on taking care of me, and now you're not well," he says, kissing your crown a second time. "I'm sorry. Please try not to cry, okay, it's only going to hurt more."

"You need to distract me, then," you say, pursing your lips for a kiss.

He leans down to give you the kiss you're craving. "Love you," he says, all smushed.

"I love you, Freddie," you say, dropping back down into your cushion nest. "Don't feel guilty, okay? Everyone gets sick."

"I just don't like you getting ill. You've had a rough enough go."

You breathe in through your nose, pulling his upper arm toward you so he can't run away. He wouldn't, but still.

"I can manage. Have a really nice boy looking after me."

Fred makes a sound somewhere between a laugh and a groan and settles down next to you for the long haul. "You're easy to look after. Try and have a rest, yeah? Let's kip."

#a special friend universe #fred weasley x reader #fred weasley

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roxineedstosleep · 1 year

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Thoughts on: the Yandere Batboys finally having a willing darling that actually genuinely loves not only them, but their family. Like a super sweet darling. But then finding out someone like Deathstroke is secretly trying to manipulate them/talking to them now?? Maybe even trying to take them away?? I dream like this and now I can’t get it out of my head- I just imagine someone as smart and as manipulative as Deathstroke of all people actually having a chance to fight the Batfamily..

Highly interesting detail.

After all, we are talking about the Wayne's, they were created as masters of manipulation and investigation. Batman and the whole Bat-family is, after all, from the beginning, a group of detectives who later became heroes or vigilantes.

A detail that, personally, many (including me) tend to forget because of all the action that goes into each of their cases.

So, manipulation and yandere… that goes hand in hand. No doubt about it.

I feel that, after so much time with the family, the SO is, sadly, fucked in the head.

What looks like good intentions are not, what doesn't look like good intentions is actually genuine concern. I would argue that the SO should be in a constant toggle and turn from hypervigilance to denatured disinterest. Something that would ultimately have the family concerned at different levels depending on the current state of their SO.

I mean, if he's in his hypervigilant season, no matter how much he's bequeathed to love all of them, the SO won't take any love or caring comments as such; so all the men in the family will have to act like real Oscar-winning actors and make everything they do look as realistic or sloppy as possible. And, the same goes for when the SO is in his season of disinterest or emotional slump.

I think a bit more like a shelter animal in a high care shelter …. will have its good times, its bad times and its extreme care times… it would just go from one extreme to the other quite often.

Now, this can be bad for the family, definitely, but I don't think so bad when it comes to having to see about strangers or potential dangers.

But, do not get me wrong, SO still loves the family!! Really!

But their head would be a little twisted after all their atemps to scape and that kind of suff.

Case in point:

Bruce and his kids clearly hate it when their SO overthinks too much about the biscuits they've gotten him from the street; it hurts them a little to see the way their SO eats them and inspects them every so often or chews them to near mush and then pulls them out on a napkin. It hurts them because they know that SO, despite having accepted the biscuits, still thinks he's going to be drugged or something.

O They also worry when SO eats anything… literally anything that is put in front of him. Even when they could care less if the food itself has been pulled from the bottom of the fridge and has specks of mold on its packaging or peel. They even almost had to force themselves to vomit when they saw her nonchalantly eating one of the biscuits Tim had left on the kitchen counter…. a biscuit that had been left there for over a month and that no one had deigned to touch because it was next to his coffee cup (which had also been left behind).

Worse when they hypervigilate interaction with anyone other than themselves?

They feel a little less worried. Well, people are more driven by the concept of "Better a known evil than an unknown evil" anyway.

The only thing that eats away at them is when their OS is actually in total neglect mode. I mean, Damian once told them they could go hang out for as long as they wanted (sarcastically) and then they had to scour the entire mansion and surrounding gardens because their SO took it too literally.

And, when his SO is in a regular or healthier state, I think he would be cautious on a quiet level. He would only let himself be carried away by gossip that has a reason to be justifiable or reasonable. Beyond that I don't know how confident he is of the proposed arguments.

Sure, they'd get along well, and if DeathStroke has a sweet tongue and caramel words, I don't doubt he'd get on a cordial basis with SO, if he's been going along with the Yan Batfam for a while. If it was very early otdo, no doubt SO would actually try to escape with him, follow his words and doubts like a religion; but at this stage of the situation, where SO lives with the family and has so many traumas related to them and his failed escape attempts and manipulation, I think he would see that man more as a sad buffoon believing in his strength.

Even more so if it is from an enemy of his captor. Because, although it may not seem so, the enemy of your enemy is your friend is so unrealistic. The enemy of your enemy may be your colleague… but not your friend in this situation.

DeadStroke against Bruce might have an advantage, but against the whole family, I'm afraid not. Not unless you put a lot of SO on their side.

#yandere #yandere batman #yandere batfamily #yandere batfam #yandere batboys #yandere batfamily x reader #yandere bruce wayne #yandere dick grayson #yandere jason todd #yandere tim drake #yandere damian wayne #yandere alfred pennyworth #yandere dc

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paper-crab · 7 months

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Distance (2)

this took entirely too long and isn’t that good because i don’t have ideas.. whoopsies! i suppose if there is demand, i will finish the story 😭

wc: 764.. whoops thought it was longer

part 1 part 3

Matt: Hey, I’m coming to Boston. Can we hang out?

You blink at the message, willing it to go away. It doesn’t. Rather than jumping to reply, you turn off your phone and roll over and out of bed. It’s 7:15, and you have nothing to do today, but also no reason to go back to sleep.

Walking to your desk, your attention is stolen by a letter waiting on your desk. The 3rd soulmate letter.

Congratulations

Your soulmates eye color is

Blue

It goes into the stash.

Meanwhile, Matt stares at his phone waiting for a reply. It’s been hours and at this point he feels like he can’t expect much.

“You okay kid?”

“Huh?” He blinks, snapping his head to the left.

“You’re staring at your phone and you bit your nails down to the nubs.” Chris replies,

Matt waves Chris off when Nick walks back over to them, sitting next to Matt in the uncomfortably awkward airport seating.

“Nothing was interesting there.” Nick shrugs, opening up his phone.

Matt picks his up, intending to do the same before he slams it back down.

“Okay dude, something is definitely wrong with you” Chris says, shaking his head.

“You’ve been acting weird for a couple days, what’s up? We’re your brothers, Matt. You can tell us anything.”

Matt nods, bringing a hand up to chew on his ‘nubs’. “I just… We’re going back to Boston, yeah? I feel bad, knowing that Y/n was right. I got mad at her, and she was right.”

“Where are you going with this?”

“I texted her asking if we could hang out and haven’t gotten a reply. It’s been 4 hours.”

Nick winces, telling Matt everything he needs to know. Matt groans and buried his head in his hands- mumbling “fuck”.

Chris starts to rub Matt’s back a little, to comfort him. “Maybe she hasn’t seen it yet, it’s only 8:00 a.m. in Boston.” Nick reasons, trying to soften the blow.

“Read receipts are on.”

Now Chris winces, ceasing the soothing action and bringing a hand to his head to adjust the Boston Red Sox hat he’s wearing.

“Yeah, you’re pretty much fucked.” He says bluntly. They’re called to board and almost immediately, Matt resumes chewing on his nails.

“The triplets are coming back, we were invited to go pick them up.” Your mom says, strolling into your room. You shake your head. “You’re going, I suggest you get ready.”

“Mom no-” You start to argue, but she’s already out of the door.

“Be ready by 2:00!”

Hours later, you’re ready. Your phone is still open to Matt’s text, but it’s left unanswered. You know he knows that you’ve seen it, but would it be weird to answer now? You still haven’t made your mind up, do you want to hang out with him? You’re sure it will be forced upon you, but you’re forced to wait when you get called downstairs.

“It’s time to go!”

By the time you’re in the car, Marylou has called your mom to relay that the plane had landed.

The minute the plane lands, Matt is rushing to take his phone out of Airplane mode; knowing he finally has service, he’s hoping you texted back.

“Give it a rest Matt.” Chris says, standing up and stretching. “You can worry about this later, let’s just go get our bags and find mom.” Nick tells him, patting his back gently. He’s more sensitive to the situation, clearly.

It’s a whole lot of shuffling to get off the stuffy plane and to the baggage claim, and then it’s a lot of waiting to grab their bags.

With shaky hands, you walk towards Marylou and Jimmy. You’re greeted nicely, sure, but you can’t help but want to run away. Nick and Chris had stopped talking to you too, not just Matt. That certainly wasn’t helping the “I haven’t seen you in a year” nerves. With every passing minute, your anxieties only grew, until you were finally beginning to bite your nails. Your mom looks at you sternly in disapproval as a warning to be pleasant. “Sorry, sorry.” You mutter, pulling your hands away from your mouth. Marylou smiles at you, patting your back quickly to comfort you.

“Is that them?” Jimmy asks, staring into the distance. Immediately, everyone around you starts squinting. You, however, go into panic mode; you feel your chest tightening and the desire to turn and run away at the thought of seeing your oldest, but dearest, friends. Despite everything in your body telling you to run, you will yourself to stand tall and fake a smile.

Nick and Chris smile brightly when they see the group, but Matt still looks lost in thought. You’re still slightly hidden behind their parents, hoping to be ignored.

“Thank you guys for coming! It’s nice to see you again,” Nick says, directly addressing you. “we missed you!”

He sounds excited, and that’s enough to shove some anxieties out of your mind. You step forward to give him a hug, going to Chris next. You aren’t trying to make things awkward but you aren’t sure if you should hug Matt again; luckily he steps forward for you and quiets any doubts you have.

“Good to see you.” He whispers in your ear with a smile. After you left him on read, he wasn’t sure you’d ever want to see him again.

In his embrace, you feel that familiar click. The one that tells you you’re in your place.

When you snap back to reality, you pull away. Nick is staring at you two, perplexed, and Chris just looks too tired to know anything has happened. You laugh nervously, watching them walk over to greet your mom.

You can’t explain it, but somehow, despite the argument and the year of no contact, you felt like your friends never left you.

You’re left trying to shake that semi-awkward reunion while the group discusses a late lunch. “Any suggestions, dear?” Marylou says to you, and you only smile and shake your head. You didn’t know this was a pickup and hang out situation, but you didn’t feel too eager to leave after that hug.

It was almost like deja vu; you felt like you were exactly where you needed to be, even though mere moments ago you were about ready to run away.

“Alright, we’ll meet you there?”

Your mom nods, the conversation waking you from your daze. You mindlessly follow behind the group, but Matt begins to slow too.

“Hey..” he says awkwardly, rubbing the back of his neck. “Hi, Matt. How’s it going?”

“It’s good to be home, I’ve missed you.” He replies, voice barely above a whisper. You’re not sure what to say to him, so you opt for “Can we talk later?”- not really wanting to get into the gritty details that you know you need to talk about.

“Yeah, yeah, of course.” He says. The rest of the walk to your respective cars is awkward silence.

Even though your conversation was… hardly a conversation, Matt felt hopeful. You said later- so there would be a later?

#matt sturniolo x reader #matt sturniolo #sturniolo triplets #nick sturniolo #chris sturniolo

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Wet Dreams-Leon Kennedy (pt 6)

Walking into Leon’s bedroom you saw the clothes he had laid out for you. A pair of sweatpants that were definitely a size too big, and a black t-shirt. Putting on the clothes was nice. They were soft and comfortable, and smelled faintly of Leon.

It was after you put his shirt on that you noticed you didn’t have any underwear. Since it didn’t register to you, you were sure it didn’t register to Leon. What should you do?! Should you steal a pair of his boxers?!

No, no, no, that seemed way too personal right now. You’d gone without before, you’ll be more than fine right now. This was by far the least of your worries.

You had to roll the sweatpants over at the waistband to keep them from falling down, but other than that the clothes worked well. The shirt was too big for you but you typically wore your lounge clothes too big so you didn’t mind.

There was that little voice in the back of your mind that wanted so badly to snoop around his bedroom. Everything was so neat.

‘What did he keep in his nightstand? Did he hide things under his bed? Did he bring women back here?’

Your last thought made your blood boil slightly. It wasn’t any of your business who he brought home, but suddenly you felt jealous of anyone that got to be in his bed.

Leaving his bedroom you wandered into the kitchen to see Leon stirring something on the stove.

“Hey” Leon said upon seeing you. It didn’t go unnoticed by you that his gaze wandered up and down your body. “I had some pasta and sauce, hope you don’t mind spaghetti.”

You smiled up at him, “That sounds perfect, thank you.”

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The two of you sat at the little table he had in the corner of his kitchen, silently eating. There was something so intimate about it that made a small smile appear on your face while eating.

‘This is almost like a date.’

The thought made you smile harder. Too bad it wasn’t a real date. Still the closeness of it had your heart reeling.

“Y’know” Leon started between bites “I don’t really know much about you Y/N.”

You looked up at Leon, mid chew, so you covered your mouth with your hand before responding.

“What do you wanna know?”

“How did you come to work for the DSO?”

“Ah” you took a sip of your water before continuing, Leon’s eyes trained on you “it’s kind of a long story but I can give you the abridged version. It involves Raccoon city a little bit, is that okay to talk about?”

You knew Leon’s past with Raccoon city, the horrors he must have endured, you weren’t sure if this was a touchy topic for him or not. And you really didn’t want to make him uncomfortable.

He looked a bit surprised before taking a sip of water himself.

“No no, that’s fine. That’s what brought me to the DSO after-all. Besides, given that I still fight the same battles, it’s not that hard for me to talk about. I appreciate the concern though.”

You nodded a little in acknowledgement before continuing with your story.

“Well I had family back in Raccoon city. We weren’t that close seeing as my family lived almost 13 hours away, but they were family nonetheless. When the outbreak happened,” you paused; taking a second to make sure your emotions were in check, “my family wasn’t fortune enough to make it out before the government decided to wipe Raccoon city off the map.”

“Oh” Leon’s eyes looked sad; sympathy for you obvious. You continued with your story before you could let yourself be sad about it.

“I was only 13 at the time, and my parents tried their best to keep me from finding out the awful truth but it was all over the news. It wasn’t hard to put two and two together. After that, it kind of ignited a passion in me. I couldn’t help thinking how pathetic the whole thing was. I mean we’re supposed to be such a strong country, with incredible military force, and our best option was to annihilate a whole area? How were we so ill-prepared? Those thoughts kept me motivated for a while. Once I got older though I realized how corrupt everything was; politics, government, military. It made me think that maybe there was an ulterior motive behind Raccoon city, and then that became my motivating factor. I was actually trying to get into the FBI when I was approached by someone about the DSO, and well that’s how I got my in. I stumbled down a whole rabbit hole about bioweapons and diseases, and I guess I just wanted to get to the bottom of it.”

You paused when you realized how long you’d been talking, Leon’s gaze never once leaving yours.

“Oh, ha I’m sorry” you rubbed your hands against your leg, noticing now that they were kind of sweaty “I did say I’d give you the abridged version, guess I didn’t really do that.”

“Don’t apologize, I was hoping you’d give me the full answer anyway.”

You returned his smile, feeling for the first time that everything you went through to get to this point was worth it.

“How about you? I suppose I don’t know too much about you either.”

Leon said back in his chair, crossing his arms over his chest.

“Ask away.” He replied.

“Do you have a girlfriend?”

You regretted the words the second they left your mouth.

‘Well if we were going for obvious and desperate I guess we got that point across’ your inner conscience sighed.

Leon looked taken back at first, readjusting himself so he was sitting straight up now, elbows resting on the table.

“No I do not.” He chuckled.

“I’m sorry that was too personal right off the bat, I just-”

‘Excuse, excuse, come up with an excuse!’

“I just, would have felt kind of odd staying at your place if so.”

“You’re in luck then, just me.” The smirk on his face growing wider.

You couldn’t help the blush that spread across your cheeks, your own smile beginning to form.

“Okay” Leon cleared his throat “my turn for a personal question.”

You mimicked his earlier expression and leaned back in your chair, arms crossed.

“Shoot.”

“Well I’m not going to ask if you have a boyfriend.”

You laughed, “Ha! And why not?”

“Because you would have felt odd staying at my place if so, right?”

The grin on Leon’s face was pure sin. You weren’t sure if you wanted to smack it off his face or kiss it off.

“Oh, right right of course. You’re correct regardless so carry on.”

You loved this. Flirting with Leon was exactly what you needed, it felt so good, so…normal.

“Why did you shake your head when you walked inside? Don’t like my home decor, is that it?”

He was teasing you, no doubt about it, but when did you shake your head?

‘The gloves dumbass, the way his fingers looked so fucking hot’

Oh shit.

“Oh not my house then?”

“Hm?” You hadn’t even responded to him yet.

“I’m sure the style of my home wouldn’t make you blush like that.”

•

Fuck.

#leon kennedy #resident evil #leon kennedy smut #resident evil smut #leon scott kennedy #leon kennedy x reader #leon kennedy x y/n #re2 leon #infinite darkness leon kennedy #leon kennedy fic #resident evil fanficiton #wet dreams with leon

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This might be my favorite chapter to date, mostly because they're warming up to each other even more. Also, I like including little personal anecdotes from my own life. Maybe you can spot them?

@owl-bones

First Day, Previous Day, & Next Day.

Bad Sansuary: Horror - Compliments

Word Count: 1,862

Curse your stupid kitchen cupboards!

You let out a quiet huff and crossed your arms in frustration while giving the top shelf an evil glare. You just wanted to get your beautiful bone china teacups down so you could have a tea party with Axe today.

You only had two of them and they were a gift from your grandmother who used to collect them, but she gave these ones to you when she had to downsize her collection. One cup had a couple of painted large red Roses while the other had a few bunches of painted blue African violets. Both cups had matching saucers and while you didn't ever use the dishware for fear of breaking them, Axe was a good friend of yours so it was worth doing.

Unfortunately, because you didn't ever plan to use them, you'd put them on the very top shelf, where you were unable to reach. Still, you were an adult, you'd put them up there so you could get them down again too!

You'd just managed to climb up onto the counter when Axe must've noticed what you were trying to do. He quickly moved to stand next to you and put his hand out in case you were to fall, all the while his skull was scrunched up into a concerned frown.

"what are ya doin', lil' chip?" he asked in a tone that was rife with worry.

You were half sitting, half crouching on the countertop and glanced up sheepishly at him. "Uh, trying to get the nice cups down?"

Axe made a tisk sound and shook his skull. It felt like he was almost scolding you, as if you were a child who didn't know better. He easily reached up and with a featherlight grip, gingerly took the two china cups out of the cupboard and set them on the counter next to you.

"ya should've asked... i was right here," he said. "what if you fell and hurt yourself?"

Your cheeks were definitely bright pink from embarrassment right now. You stared down at the floor and chewed your lower lip. "I know... I wasn't really thinking as I don't have to reach the top shelves very often," you muttered. "But thanks for your help anyways..."

He gave your shoulder a gentle pat and extended his other hand to help you get down, which you accepted. He had an amused grin plastered across his skull and you knew this was going to be just another thing added to the list of weird things you did on the regular.

"it's alright now, but maybe you should consider getting a step stool or something safer than climbing up the kitchen counters." His voice had a teasing inflection that made you almost want to lightly smack him, but you didn't.

With a sigh, you smoothed out your clothes and glanced at him out of the corner of your eye. "Must be nice being so tall, you don't have to struggle so much like I do," you said.

He didn't look so sure but didn't protest, instead his red eyelight got a bit of a mischievous glint. He crouched down to be on your own eye level for once, which was kind of funny when he lost over a foot of his height just to do so.

"it has some advantages... like how much smaller ya look compared to down here..." He chuckled and added, "it's downright adorable."

Oh no...he didn't...

You clenched your fists and refused to look at him, which was rather difficult considering how close he was currently standing to you. Sure, you were a little annoyed but he wasn't being cruel at least. Although, if he was going to tease you about your height, you hoped he could take it as much as he could dish it out.

"Oh yeah? You're lucky to be so tall... Has anyone ever asked you how the weather is up there, big guy?" you asked in a slightly snarky voice.

He nodded, his amused grin never faltering as he stood back up to his full height. "all the time, lil' chip..." he chuckled. "has anyone ever remarked that you'd be the last one to know if it ever rains?"

Confused, you blinked a few times before the meaning of his joke managed to set in. "Oh, that's a new one actually. Clever...but I'm still annoyed that you called me short."

Axe crossed his arms and briefly looked you up and down. "you are quite adorable though... pretty sure i'm like twice your size too. i kinda like it actually..." he murmured.

You'd barely considered the sheer size difference between you two lately. Not only did he have a whole foot and three inches on you, being at least six foot five, his entire body frame was indeed at least twice that of your own. Neither of you had ever acknowledged this fact out loud until now, despite how apparent it was.

"ya know what's funny?"

"What?"

"i could easily carry ya, even if you tried your hardest to get away... there's literally nothin' you could do to stop me."

You felt a chill run down your spine at his words. For a moment, you believed it too. He really could just randomly decide to kidnap you and there would be no way to prevent it. Despite what you'd once told him, not even you were crazy enough to fight a guy who could likely wrestle bears and handily win. Not to say you wouldn't try mind you, desperation had a way of motivating even the smartest person to do the unthinkable afterall.

Axe seemed to sense your concern and the corners of his smile fell slightly. "i was kiddin'! sheesh...i wouldn't actually do that to ya..."

You chuckled nervously, "I know you wouldn't but I also know you could. It's a good joke, just very dark..."

"i probably shouldn't have said anythin'... sorry," Axe muttered. He couldn't look at you now and ran his claws over the right side of his skull.

You couldn't help but flinch when he seemed to barely register hooking his phalanges into his right eye socket and you put your hand on his arm to try and gently stop him. When he glanced at you questioningly, you gave him a small smile and patted his arm in a reassuring way.

"It's okay now, Axe. I'm not actually upset," you said softly. "Why don't we forget about it and have some tea?"

He nodded in agreement seemingly all too willing to move on to a more pleasant topic.

Despite owning two china tea cups, you weren't fancy enough to own an actual tea pot. So instead of brewing a bunch of tea at once, you had to settle for pouring the boiling water into the individual cups with a tea bag in each one. Not that it really mattered, you could just add more sugar if the tea got too strong.

You both decided that rather than sit at the table, you could just sit in the living room where it was more comfortable to have your tea party. So, you did just that and put some fresh fruit and cookies out on the coffee table as well.

It was rather nice actually and you couldn't remember the last time you'd done this sort of thing with anyone. You couldn't help but smile at how small the tea cup was in comparison to Axe's large hand. He seemed to especially like the cup with blue African violets so you let him use it, even though it was your favorite of the two.

After a little while when you'd both finished the tea and snacks, you noticed Axe had been staring at you, as if he wanted to say something but wasn't sure how. Although, he quickly glanced away and looked down at the tiny cup he still had clasped in his claws when he realized he'd been caught.

"Is something wrong?" you asked.

He shook his skull and murmured, "no...i was just thinkin'..."

You tilted your head with curiousity. "Penny for your thoughts then?"

That beautiful cobalt blue glow flickered across his cheekbones and he gave a bit of a nervous chuckle before responding. "could i...try holding you...?"

You hadn't expected that question at all. Still, you trusted Axe by now so you didn't mind the idea. "Why not?" you answered with a shrug.

He seemed surprised you'd actually agreed to an admittedly odd request. He stared at you for a solid five seconds but when you didn't change your mind, he couldn't stop the wide grin from taking over his face.

Then, to your surprise, rather than just giving you a hug, he quite literally pulled you into his lap before engulfing you in what was best described as a bear hug. You'd let out a quiet yelp from the sudden movement but let him keep holding you tightly.

The longer you sat there with him, the less embarrassed you felt and the more you realized that you actually liked this situation. While his bones were normally cool to the touch, being close like this made you realize that he was actually pretty warm. Not only that, he felt...alive, as in you could literally feel the magic flowing through his mana lines that kept him alive. It made a sort of quiet humming sound that kind of reminded you of a heartbeat, although less pronounced.

Another interesting thing was that being in this position was more comfortable than you'd expected. Sure, he still had sharp edges and you could feel his ribs basically pressing into your back, but it was oddly comforting. You couldn't sleep like this unless you were dead tired, but that wouldn't be hard to fix if you had a thick enough blanket.

Did this mean anything? Friends didn't do this sort of thing to each other...right? Were monsters naturally more affectionate than humans were? You weren't complaining either way, this felt really, really nice. Or maybe you were just much more touch starved than you thought.

Although just when you thought things couldn't get any better, you were proven wrong. Axe pressed his skull against the back of your head and gently nuzzled into your locks of hair. You inadvertently shuddered from the pleasant sensation and your eyelids briefly fluttered shut.

"Axe?"

A low rumbling hum was the only answer to your query until he shifted and rested his chin on the top of your head.

"you're really warm...and soft...and so small..." he murmured.

You just knew your face was flushed from how intimate this moment was and his comments seemed only to make it worse. Your tongue felt heavy and your mouth felt almost as if it were sewed shut. There was nothing you could say to either defuse or add to the mood of your current predicament it seemed.

"you're the perfect size to fit in my arms," he added. "and ya smell nice...like mint and cucumber..."

You were going to be incapacitated for a while...both physically and emotionally. Oh well... If this counted as kidnapping, you wouldn't mind doing it more often.

#badsansuary #raccoons drabbles #undertale #horrortale #horrortale sans #horror sans x reader #reader #female reader #have some empathy dear #oneshot

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♡ DILFS DILFS DILFS: confessing while thinking the other one is asleep w/ dilf!Kid & gn!reader

a/n: requested by @eustasssimp who single-handedly awakened my suppressed love for this tulip (•ө•)♡ thank you for letting me turn this man in a dilf for you! you picked one of my favorite prompts (i recycled this one from my previous event because that's how much i love this trope hehe) and i hope you enjoy this! mwah!

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It is suspiciously quiet on the Victoria Punk.

Kid had retreated to his workshop after dinner, growling something about new explosives he invented which didn't quite work yet how he wanted them to; a fact that should probably be slightly concerning, but after sailing for over 20 years with him as captain you were used to this by now.

What worried you more was that Kid had skipped his usual midnight snack, a time of the day the two of you usually met in the light of the open fridge, eating shredded cheese straight out of the package or whatever else Killer had prepared for you (the first mate got tired of you eating his meal preparations for the next day and assembled a plate for your nightly munchies ever since). It had become a daily ritual for the captain and you, and admittedly, it was your favorite time of the day.

A time when it was just him and you. You don’t mind sharing, hell, you even leave him the last bite of the flaky strawberry pastry Killer made and you eat the ice cream you like the second best because you know your favorite is also his. You are happy about every minute you can spend by his side, surrounded by crew and friends and still you'd have eyes for Kid only.

But midnight snack hour? It was special.

Because you would squat so close to each other in front of the fridge and your arms would brush and send warm shivers down your spine. Because you would share a spoon for the pudding under the pretext of minimizing the amount of dishes you had to do afterwards and it felt like an indirect kiss. Because he would often feed you big bites and laugh when you struggled to chew on them, spilling half of it on your shirt, but it didn't matter because the sound of his laughter was warmer than sunshine.

You glance at the clock. Kid was never late, at least not for this time of the day. You feel slight worry rise up in your chest, wondering if for once something did happen to your captain while playing with explosives, but then you remember that it was Kid you were thinking about; a man that would face an army of thousands of man and just laugh it off while he causes a storm, sinking them one by one with his bare fist and rage in his eyes.

No, he was definitely fine. So why would he leave you hanging for midnight snack hour? You grab the plate of cookies Killer had prepared for you and stomp through the dark hallway towards Kid’s workshop.

Light is coming through the cracks of the door, but besides that there is neither an alarming sound nor the smell of something burning which you take as a good sign. Kid has a bad habit of not knocking on doors before entering a room which lead to several awkward situations in the past and while you would definitely like to pay him back for the one time he caught you performing to Soul King’s newest album with a hairbrush and Kid’s coat around your shoulders for a more dramatic effect, you choose to be civilized today and knocked gently at the wooden door.

Usually you would get some spat out insult or at least a grunt in return, but there was nothing but radio silence from the other side. You knock again, whispering Kid’s name into the dark and after you still got no answer, you decide to step in – those cookies in your hands were begging to be eaten and you couldn’t endure his bitching for three days at least when he found out you devoured them all by yourself.

His broad back is the first thing you notice. He is sitting at his massive workbench, slumped over, his head resting on top of his crossed arms, shoulders lifting with every deep breath he took.

“Kid? You okay?”

You shut the door without a sound behind you and tiptoe towards him, almost like you would approach a wild animal, unsure if it would bite or not. That’s when you notice that his eyes are shut, his expression particular soft. His goggles lay on the table beside him and red and gray strands of hair fall into his face which makes you smile, because you know how vain Kid is when it comes to his appearance and how he would grumble all day when he had a bad hair day.

What Kid doesn’t know is that you love every alleged imperfection about him. His damp hair clinging to his forehead when he comes out of the shower, the wrinkles on his forehead he got from frowning so much (and though he applied his skin care religiously, not even Eustass Kid wasn’t immune to aging), his skin scarred by countless battles – there was not a single thing you disliked about him, but this was your well-kept secret.

A love in hiding.

You set down the plate of cookies on a couple blueprints, careful not to make a sound that could wake him up. He must have been exhausted, falling asleep like that in his workshop when usually he wouldn’t go to bed without taking an extensive shower to get rid of the acrid smell of oil and metal that naturally just stuck to him. You guess that excuses him for standing you up on midnight snack hour, but just this once.

Kid’s workshop was a mess of various components made of steel, from tiny screws to big bulks of pipes stacked on top of each other. Usually no one was allowed in there except Killer to call him for dinner, so you took the chance and let your gaze wander around for a few moments, scanning the room until you find what you are looking for. You take the blanket which is hanging over one of his creations, beat it carefully off its dirt and dust and put it around Kid’s shoulders, making sure it wouldn’t slip off with the slightest movement.

You don’t have it in your heart to wake him up and tell him to go to bed, not because you feared his sleepdrunk wrath – you could handle that after all these years. What scared you was the thought of him seeing you with that soft gaze of yours, nothing but love radiating around you when you were near him, as if you were merely a marionette held up by your heartstrings.

It was all that held you together; those unspoken words and what if’s.

You switch off the desk lamp, dipping the room in a deep midnight blue and with that your heart feels very heavy suddenly, as if someone ripped the veil off it, exposing it to its fullest. Frozen on the spot your legs refuse to move, your breath faltering. It was as if you’re walking on a tightrope between two universes, different versions of you, but both deeply in love with Eustass Kid.

You adjust the blanket one last time, your fingertips brushing over the back of his neck. He is warm, he always is, as if the light burning within him was about to become a wildfire. You feel calm, standing in the eye of the storm and leaning down towards him, your lips close to his ear, your hand still resting on the broad back of his neck.

“I’m in love with you, captain.”

You didn’t think your confession would fall out of your mouth that easily, but maybe the darkness brought the illusion of safety, as if your words could simply hide in the corners of this room and will never be seen again; lifted off your chest and a faint echo meant for no one to be heard.

Just when you’re about to turn around and leave, an arm wraps around your waist and holds you back, a familiar voice growling out your name. You would have jumped but Kid has you in such a tight grip, there’s no room for you to escape. Instead your heart simply skips a beat; there’s nothing for you to do than to surrender.

Kid lifts his torso and pulls you in his lap, his fingers digging into your side, but it doesn't feel harsh or painful, more as if he wants to make sure that you’re not suddenly bolting and leave him alone with the thing you just said. You can feel his piercing gaze on you and when you avoid his eyes, his hand comes to your chin, tilting it easily so you’re forced to look at him. Even in the dark you can make out his eyes, tiny galaxies you could get lost in easily. You put your hands on his chest, mostly to stop them from shaking, but you can feel his heart drumming to the beat of yours underneath your fingertips.

“What if I told you that I feel the same way? Would it make this dream come true?”

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imagine-a-life-like-this · 11 months

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Always Him : Chapter 27

Word Count : 3.7k

Warnings : swearing, food mention, hospital, drinking, alcoholism, death mention, blacking out, brief mentions of sex

A/N : Minor spoiler in this note, but if you are uncomfortable or triggered by alcoholism or someone drinking themselves (almost) to death, please stop reading after the moment with Mae and Wooyoung. I'm serious, do NOT read passed that part if it triggers you. It will not ruin the rest of the story if you do not read it, I promise.⚠️⚠️⚠️

“Are you sure you don’t need me to stay? I’ll cancel with Hwa.” Y/n smiled and shook her head, pushing Kayla towards the door when there was a knock. Kayla had spent the last 2 or so hours jumping between getting ready for her date and saying she’ll cancel so she can stay there with her girls. “Okay but promise to call me if you need me.”

“I promise. No go. You look hot as fuck. I’ll see you tomorrow.” Kayla furrowed her brows together.

“I’m coming home tonight.”

“No you’re not. Hwa is definitely going to want to fuck his kitten good tonight. Now go!” Seonghwa knocked on the door again as Y/n continued to push Kayla towards it. Kayla took one last look at Y/n with a softness in her eyes. She knows Y/n is putting on a brave face, knows that the smile on her face, the giggles falling from her lips, are fake.

“I love you, Y/n. Seonghwa may be my boyfriend, but you’re my soulmate, okay?” Kayla saw the tears that Y/n blinked back but she didn’t say anything. She just gave her hand a quick squeeze before reaching to open the door.

“You’re my soulmate too.” Y/n said before Kayla opened the door, revealing Hwa standing there with a bouquet of Kayla’s favourite flowers and a box of chocolates.

“Flowers for the love of my life. And chocolate for the love of my life’s wife.” Seonghwa said with a smile, handing the flowers to Kayla and the chocolate to Y/n. “I promise I will return her to you in a couple of hours.”

“Return her to me tomorrow. Fuck her good tonight Hwa. Bye!” Y/n giggled, pushing Kayla out the door, and shutting it behind her.

“Is she doing okay?” Seonghwa asked as the couple walked hand in hand towards their destination. He tried to pay attention to his surroundings so he knew when they were getting closer to the picnic he set up with the help of Yeosang and San. But Kayla just looked absolutely stunning, like a model out of a magazine but better.

She made him nervous in the best way possible. Ever since the day they first met. A day he would remember forever because despite the commotion of the day, he met the love of his life, the woman of his dreams.

Seonghwa was awoken from his sleep by the commotion going on downstairs. He practically jumped out of bed, worried to see what San was getting up to this time. There were multiple people downstairs. He could hear their voices, which sent him down the stairs as fast as his legs would take him. “What the fuck is going on?” His sentence slowly trailed off when he noticed the boxes littering the living room.

“Hyung! I found a new roommate.” San said excitedly as he brought in another box. Wooyoung was behind him, talking a mile a minute with a girl beside him.

“It better not be Wooyoung. I don’t think I could handle you both under the same roof.” Wooyoung heard this, snapping his head towards Seonghwa.

“I make your life more exciting and you know it old man.”

“I’m only a year older than you.”

“Formalities. Anyway, meet Y/n, your new roommate.” The girl Wooyoung was talking to moments before turned towards Seonghwa, holding her hand out for him to shake. Seonghwa looked down at her hand, then back up at Wooyoung, and then towards San.

“You didn’t talk to us about this San. What if Hongjoong and I aren’t comfortable living with a girl?” Y/n slowly lowered her hand, chewing on her lower lip. She should have known it was too good to be true. That Wooyoung would have fucked something up.

“Okay hear me out.” San began trying to defend himself, but another voice cut him off.

“You guys are the worst movers oh my god. Look at the mess. If I hired you, I would fire you.” Wooyoung chuckled as he looked at Seonghwa’s face as Kayla walked in, mumbling about the mess San and Woo made. “I told you guys to keep everything organized! Oh hi.”

“Hi.” Seonghwa’s breath was taken away. In all his years, he’s never seen someone as perfect as her. And in that moment, he finally understood what people meant by love at first sight. It wasn’t as shallow as he originally thought. It was deeper than that, stronger than that. The stars were aligned, angels were singing, the universe was whispering This Is The One in his ear.

“I’m Kayla. And don’t worry about the mess, I’ll make sure the two menaces clean it all up.” She said with a smile, hoping her nervousness wasn’t noticeable. She knew Y/n was moving in with 3 men, which worried her at first but San helped ease those worries by promising to keep her safe, but she never expected one of those 3 roommates to look like a God.

Love at first sight was something of a fairytale to Kayla. Something that doesn’t happen in real life. It’s made up, an exaggerated form of lust. But this, the feeling she was feeling in her heart, there was no better way to describe it. She looked at him and she found home.

“I don’t mind a little mess now and then.” Seonghwa said with a lovesick smile. “And I’m Seonghwa.” The 3 others standing in the room all exchanged knowing looks before getting back to work. The future couple didn’t even notice the 3 of them leave, too entranced by each other and the feelings they were feeling.

If he knew living with Wooyoung’s friend would have brought him the love of his life, he would have asked him to move her in before, just so he could have met Kayla sooner. So he could love her longer.

“Blanket for 2?” San asked with the worst French accent they’ve ever heard. Kayla giggled at the effort Hwa clearly put in for this date. Her heart swelled and she fell more in love with him in that moment.

“You really thought this out.” She said with a smile, looking up at her boyfriend with so much love in her eyes. He always makes her feel so loved, like she’s the only person in the world to him.

“Today is special. Any day with you is special, my love.” San lead them to the picnic that was set up, her favourite foods spread out, making her heart swell further. Seonghwa sat down first, patting the spot beside him for Kayla to sit, which she gladly did, immediately resting her head on his shoulder.

Food was eaten, sun was setting, and Seonghwa knew this was the perfect moment. There wouldn’t be a better moment to do what he was about to do. “Kayla, my love, you are everything to me, you know that, right?” Kayla looked over at him, nodding her head. “Ever since the moment I laid eyes on you, I knew you were going to be important to me. I didn’t know how important, but I knew I was going to spend my life loving you. Love at first sight seemed so shallow to me until I met you, and I realized just how deep it could run.” Kayla’s eyes began to water the more Seonghwa spoke.

“Why does it feel like you’re about to propose to me?” She giggled, trying her best not to cry. Seonghwa chuckled as he pulled out a small velvet box from his pocket. “Hwa.”

“I’m not proposing yet, kitten. I want to wait until we graduate. But I know that you are my future, my forever. So I was hoping you’ll accept this ring as a promise to you that as soon as we graduate, we’ll begin planning that forever.”

“Of course I will you cheese ball.” She could no longer stop the tears from falling down her cheeks. But she didn’t care because all that mattered was the gentle way Hwa took her hand, sliding the ring on her finger before pressing a kiss to it. “I love you so fucking much.”

“And I love you so much more.” He pressed his lips to hers in what was meant to be a sweet, passion filled kiss, but it quickly turned heated, Kayla moving to sit in his lap. “Fuck kitten, you’re perfect.”

“Okay guys you’re still in public. Please celebrate the happy news at home.” San interrupted, emerging from his hiding spot. Seonghwa and Kayla both laughed but exchanged knowing looks before standing up.

“Clean this up. We’re going to go celebrate.”

“I fucking hate him. I hate him so fucking much.” Mae cried as she came out of her room, joining Y/n in the living area of the dorm. Y/n turned to her, asking what happened as she opened her arms for Mae to crawl into. “He asked me to help him with an outfit for a date he has.” She said as she curled into Y/n’s open arms.

Y/n wrapped her arms tightly around Mae, slowly petting her hair as a way of comfort. “I’ll kick his ass. How dare he play with my wifey’s feelings like this. You don’t need him anyway, you have me.”

“I know and I love you.” Mae sniffled. Before Y/n could tell her she loved her too, there was a knock on the door. And both girls knew who stood on the other side. “That fucking-“

“I’ll answer the door baby. You just sit here.” Mae nodded, allowing Y/n to get up from the couch and answer the door. Wooyoung stood there with a playful smirk on his face that quickly faded when he saw Y/n instead of the girl he was looking for. “You fucking asshole.”

“Hey wait, wait.” He held his hands up in defense, hoping it would stop Y/n from hitting him. She cocked her head to the side, waiting for an explanation as to why he would take Mae out on so many dates over the last little while, just to ask for her help for his date with someone else.

“I’m waiting.” He nodded, peering behind her to see if Mae was lurking nearby.

“There is no date. She confessed to me when we all went drinking that one night, and I confessed to her, but she clearly forgot. So I’ve been trying to get her to confess again so I can ask her to be my girlfriend.” He whispered. Y/n giggled. Kayla was right all along. Something did happen between the two that night, but none of them remembered because of the amount they drank.

“Okay fine. I’ll let you in, but you better fix this because she’s fucking crying right now.”

“Fuck okay. I’ll fix it. Thank you Y/n. I’ll mention you in my wedding speech.” She rolled her eyes and moved aside to let him in, much to Mae’s dismay.

“Get him the fuck out of here. I don’t want to see him.”

“Just help him out one time, Mae baby.” Mae’s eyes widened as she looked between the two of them, connecting the dots that weren’t there. Reading between lines that didn’t exist.

“Oh my fucking god. You’re going out with Y/n aren’t you. Hongjoong ends things with her and you swoop in to pick up the pieces.” Woo realized in that moment just how stupid this idea was. “I can’t believe you guys would do this to me.” He was about to ruin a friendship and he knew he had to fix it quick.

“Mae, you know I would never do that to you. Please don’t think that way about me.” Y/n choked out. Mae’s face softened at the sound of Y/n’s choked back sobs. She knows in her heart that Y/n would never, but her heart was hurting right now. She spoke without thinking.

“Why don’t you want to help me with this? You’re my best friend.” Woo egged her on, hoping these would be the words to end this game. He was tired of her not being his. Since the day they partnered up in class, he knew he wanted her.

Wooyoung was a known flirt, no one would deny that. He loved and appreciated women and he was going to let them know that. He never meant for it to become a thing, but he wasn’t going to stop. Or so he thought.

First day of class he was talking with a group of people, mostly women, flirting as he usually did, not realizing that everything was about to change for him. That his life was about to become 10x as chaotic and so much more beautiful.

Chatter buzzed around the classroom as everyone waited for the professor to come and start the class when the door slammed open. “Fucking made it.” Mae said with a smile on her face. Woo stopped talking mid sentence, turning his entire body towards the girl that just walked in.

He pushed through the group he was with to approach her, introducing himself to her with his signature smile. “Hello beautiful. My name’s Wooyoung in case you wanted to know what I’ll have you screaming later.”

“If you don’t step back, you’ll be screaming for your mommy.” This was it. This was the moment that Wooyoung knew he met his perfect match.

“I’ll call you mommy if that’s what you’re into.” She narrowed her eyes at him, cocking her head to the side, and resisting the urge to smack the smirk right off his face. His very pretty face. His unfairly pretty face. “But I’d rather call you bunny.” She shivered. She couldn’t help herself. The nickname hit her in just the right way.

“You’re disgusting.” Her voice came out a lot softer than she would have liked, causing Wooyoung’s smirk to grow. He had her exactly where he wanted her, hook line and sinker.

Before either of them could say anything more, the professor walked in behind them, telling everyone to partner up and take a seat. Wooyoung looked at Mae with a smile, not noticing all the other girls staring at him, hoping he’d choose them. But none of them were an option for him. Not when the most perfect woman stood in front of him. “Shall we grab our seats, bunny?” He held out his hand and she rolled her eyes.

“Fine.” She couldn’t reject him even if she tried. Within seconds he had her wrapped around his finger, and she hated it. “But don’t flirt with me anymore. I have a boyfriend.” A boyfriend that doesn’t make her feel the way Wooyoung does. A boyfriend that she’s falling out of love with, despite being with him for 3 years.

The power Jung Wooyoung has.

“Answer me Mae. Why won’t you help me?”

“BECAUSE I’M FUCKING IN LOVE WITH YOU OKAY? I don’t want to be your best friend. I don’t want to watch you go out with someone that’s not me. I want you to only look at me.”

“Good. Now I want you to march your sexy ass into you room and get dressed. We’re going to be late for our date, bunny.” Woo smiled.

“What?” Y/n smirked as she watched the scene play out, excited that the two of them were finally getting their shit together.

“Mae, ever since the day you barged into the class, my attention has only been on you. I am literally in love with you and only you. There was never anyone else. So, go get dressed before we miss our reservations.” Mae walked up to him and slapped him on the arm, causing Wooyoung to chuckle.

“You’re a fucking ass town! How dare you make me cry!”

“I’m sorry baby. I will make it all better though.”

“You better.”

Alone again. Needing something to take the edge off, to make her forget that she can’t crawl back to Hongjoong. She just wanted to call him and have him call her pretty girl. Tell her that he was hers. She wanted to be with him in anyway he would have her, even if it meant tossing her feelings to the side and pretending she wasn’t in love with him.

“Come on. There’s got to be alcohol somewhere.” She mumbled to herself as she looked through the cabinets. When she opened the last one, she hit the jackpot. Bottles upon bottles of booze filled it. “Perfect.” She grabbed the unopened bottle of vodka, smiling to herself as she made her way back to the couch.

She chugged some. Once. Twice. Thrice. Loving the burn as it went down. It still hurt less than knowing that Hongjoong was no longer hers to love. Another chug. She got an idea. Setting the bottle on the table, she ran to Mae’s room where her stuff was, tearing open her bag and pulling out her favourite pair of fishnets that he bought for her. She was going to have him crawling back.

She sat on the couch, chugging back more and more vodka as she waited for Hongjoong to show up. The once full bottle was half empty now, and she could see the edges of her vision darkening. It was a familiar feeling. A feeling she felt not all that long ago. When everything with Jeongin drove her over the edge. But she promised Mae and Kayla she wouldn’t let it happen again.

Yet she couldn’t stop. The more she drank the happier she felt. She felt lighter, like nothing hurt her. She felt invincible.

The bottle was reaching the end when she heard the knock. “Y/n, pretty girl. Let me in please.” She couldn’t move. She was stuck to the couch as if something was on top of her holding her down. He knocked again and she finished off the bottle, allowing it to slip from her hand, and it shattered on the ground. And then she was out. “Y/N?! FUCK SHIT. PLEASE OPEN THIS DOOR.”

Hongjoong pulled his phone out of his pocket, looking for Mae’s contact with shaky hands and blurred vision. “What the fuck do you want onion man?”

“Something’s wrong with Y/n and I can’t get into the dorm.” He could hear rustling on the other end of the line, knowing she was running from wherever she was to save Y/n.

“I swear to fucking god Hongjoong if you did something to hurt her again, I will send you to the morgue with no remorse.”

“I know. And I’ll deserve it. But please hurry. I need to know she’s okay.”

Minutes later, Mae was running up to where Hongjoong was pacing, pushing him to the side to unlock the door, running in to find Y/n passed out on the floor, laying on the broken vodka bottle. “Fucking hell Hongjoong!” She yelled, storming over to him, shoving him as hard as she could, tears blurring her vision. “Do you see what you fucking did? She could fucking die because of you!” She didn’t wait to hear what he had to say, pulling out her phone and calling for an ambulance.

Hongjoong stood there frozen, unsure of what to do. He stared at her lifeless body, crumbling to the floor in tears. What did he do? Why couldn’t he just love her the way she deserved? How could he ruin the most important person to him to this point?

It’s like everything was going in slow motion when the paramedics rushed in to save her. He couldn’t hear anything but the pounding of his heart in his ears. Mae followed the paramedics to the ambulance, trying to get a hold of Kayla, screaming into her phone when it went to voicemail. Still, he heard nothing.

“Let’s go. Yunho is coming to pick us up and take us to the hospital.” Wooyoung said, helping Hongjoong to his feet.

“Now you fucking answer.” Mae said when Kayla finally answered after calling her hundreds of times. “She did it again, if you even fucking care. They’re pumping her stomach right now.”

“Fuck. I’m on my way.” Kayla jumped out of bed, searching for her clothes as best she could with tears streaming down her face. “Seonghwa we need to get to the fucking hospital right now.” He wasted no time it getting up and getting dressed, rushing the both of them to the hospital.

Hongjoong stood outside the door, unable to find it in himself to go inside the room. He could hear the beeps of the heart monitor, and it was the only thing keeping him grounded. She was alive, and that’s all that mattered. She was alive and surrounded by her friends.

Jongho and Yeosang stood outside with him, blocking him from Mae who was seeing nothing but red. Jongho wanted to be in the room with her, holding her hand, begging for her to wake up and be okay. But another part of him knew he wouldn’t be able to see her like that. Lifeless on the bed, connected to all sorts of machines.

“Please let me just see her. Even for a minute.” Hongjoong whispered.

“It’s your funeral.” Jongho said, stepping aside. All heads turned to look at him. Mae stood from her seat, storming over to him.

“No, you don’t get to be in here. You need to go far and fucking stay there you grey sprinkle on a rainbow cake! You’re the fucking reason she’s like this.”

“I’m sorry. I’m so fucking sorry. I never wanted this to happen. Fuck, I love her so fucking much I can’t put it into words. But she deserves better. Deserves more. Fuck.” Everyone was silent, taking in his confession as he left the room in a mess of tears.

“She better fucking wake up or you’re all visiting me in prison for the rest of my life.” Mae said before taking her seat again. “Please fucking wake up, Y/n.”

No one spoke another word, all just standing around the room, listening to the heart monitor. Kayla and Mae sat on opposite sides on the bed, holding her hands and staring at her face, watching, waiting, for her eyes to open. Or twitch. Anything to show that she’ll pull through. That this isn’t goodbye.

Fuck, please don’t let it be goodbye.

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something-something-here · 5 months

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ZARTEMIS/NIGHTEMIS HEADCANNONS PLEASE DUDE- DEADASS LOVE UR BLOG IM GONNA EAT YOUR FLOORBOARDS

Omg hi I love your blog too, iminyourwalls—

I've been dying to share my thoughts with someone:

• I think I already put this in a hashtag somewhere, but when Artemis said "yes my brave one, they're beautiful tonight" she was looking at Zoë not the actual stars

• Also the 'timestamps' series + 'uniform upgrade' and 'cypress' fanfics are exactly how I envisioned not only Artemis/Zoë but also their relationship in general with the hunters and their respective roles

• They definitely love to play with the Goddess-Liutenant dynamic

• I also feel like they wouldn't put a label in their relationship, like they know they love eachother and that's enough (ofc they talked boundaries like exclusively and all), their love is free, wild and unrestrained

• And they wouldn't really try to keep it a secret but wouldn't actively tell everyone about it, but they don't need to, everyone knows

• I'm torn between the idea that a) Artemis (and the hunters) saved Zoë while she was running from the monsters Atlas had sent after her and b) young Artemis exploring the mortal world and meeting Zoë by chance and creating the hunters together

• I do firmly believe that Zoë was Artemis' first lieutenant, whether because she was her first huntress or she created that position a while after and Zoë was chosen for it

• If I recall correctly one of the things Thalia didn't like about Zoë is the way she -literally- worshipped Artemis and I think that was a bit of jealousy actually—

• Also there had definitely been hunters crushing on Zoë and her having no idea. Artemis thinks is funny but also has suddenly more -openly- affection strikes, just to remind everyone

• As far as I know Artemis was born after the titan war and Zoë being atlas' daughter was born before, making her older than Artemis and she likes reminding everyone about it every once in a while

• I feel like Zoë would have had a competitive relationship with Callisto

• Zoë is always worrying about the hunters and while Artemis loves her for that, she takes her on hunting trips together (just the two of them) and plays around with her, she loves seeing her free like this

• I actually don't think there was a confession per se but they were sharing an intimate moment together (non sexual) and they just kissed, they don't know who started it, but they didn't care

• No matter how much centuries pass, Artemis knows that there will never be anyone like Zoë, and no matter what happens, even when she's fading and the millennia are blurred together she can never forget her

• When the whole Roman thing happened and she was confused, desoriented and in unbelievable pain, her Roman and greek forms trying to take control she called for Zoë, she always helped her when the civil wars happened, when the roman empire rose, Zoë was there for her, to calm her, ground her and take care of her, loving and devoting herself to both Artemis and Diana

• Zoë sometimes sings the song of the Hespérides only for Artemis and no one else

• Zoë is supposed to have her own tent, but she always stays at Artemis'

• When there alone in their tent, Artemis sometimes turns into a wolf and starts to randomly (and gently) chew on Zoë, who at this point barely even notices

• Artemis took Zoë to hunt with her and her mother Leto once (she approves of her, Zoë is very nervous tho and overly formal with her)

• After Orion was stung by the scorpion, he went mad and tried to attack Artemis, but she defeated him with Zoë, which is why it was Zoë who was always sent to hunt him every time he returned

• Artemis brings Zoë to Olympus as her representative in meetings and companion to parties

• When she died Artemis was trying her best not to lose it in front of her, so she didn't have to worry, so she would go in peace

• Artemis is always staring at the twilight, as if she could see her, as if she could reach her. It's the time of the day she feels the loss all over again, only worsened by the stars of course, the stars

• Zoë went for reincarnation and reached the isle of the blessed and Artemis asked she be turned to a minor goddess for her achievements (kinda like Hercules)

• She does and comes back to Artemis' side, but this time it's forever (delusional)

This got a bit too long but I think that's all, if I think of anything else I'll make another post

#zartemis #nightemis #the hunters of artemis #artemis #she's never healing until she sees zoe again #when she died all things swift and beautiful and bright were buried with her #it's them #they're in love #doomed yuri #zoë nightshade #wlw #now you're in the starts [...] and here i am alone between the heavens and the embers

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toecrust69 · 1 year

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I love the Batsis that’s obsessed with cat woman, can we see how she Interacts with Selina in person?

A/N: OMG IM LITERALLY SO GLAD U ASKED. Also, sorry if this took a long time to answer!!

Oh and ur like 13 or 12 in this and Bruce and Selina are in a relationship (sorry if this was a stupid thing to metion)

I feel like it definitely depends on the situation, yk?

By that I mean whether or not batsis knows about Selina being Catwoman

If she doesn't know about it, she'll definitely fangirl about it to her

Since nobody else in the manor wants to talk about it, she's your last resort

It doesn't make her uncomfortable tho, she actually finds it kinda amusing

Can you imagine your boyfriends daughter fangiling about how hot, badass, cool, and iconic you are without even knowing they're fangirling over you?

She'd listen closely to every word you say, pride swelling up in her chest

"She's so cool! I'm honestly kinda jealous of Batman." She smirked and looked over her shoulder at you before responding.

"Really? How so?" She asked curiously.

"I dunno man, I think it's the fact that he gets to hang out with her everyday. If I ever see batman I'm gonna ask him for her number."

"Hang on, how old are you? And how do you know Bruce won't blow up?" You stopped chewing on your cereal for a second, thinking about what you'd say next

"First of all, Bruce should be proud of me! I just got the phone number of one of the hottest and most iconic people to ever live. If he doesn't feel proud or at the very least jealous, I don't know how he'd feel" you shrugged mindlessly

"Ok, but how old are you?"

"... old enough"

Your definitely her favorite, but she'll never admit it

About the body pillow...

She'd probably buy you more just to piss off Bruce (he had no idea you bought it)

She'd also buy you a bunch of merchandise of her

This includes shirts, shoes, pants, hats, pillows, underwear, glasses, posters, socks, etc.

Are you sad?? Don't worry, she has a catwoman mug in her purse custom made just for you :))

On the other hand, if you already know who she is, it's gonna be a bit of a mess

You'd definitely figure it out after fangirling about her for almost 6 months

You'd feel a bit embarrassed for a second before quickly recovering and going back to normal (for the most part)

To say the least, you'd constantly try to get her number or at the very least flirt with her

You know those tiktoks talking abt poetic rizz? Just imagine that if they were brought to life and now it's you

You'd follow her around the halls of the manor and batcave while reading out one of the latest poems you either read or made just for her

She ends up having to stiffle a laughe whenever your reading it to her and Bruce comes in with a huge frown on his face

He'd tell you to stop only for you to continue shortly after he leaves the room

" I would rather swim in a stormy sea than sail calm waters without yo-" you were quickly interrupted when Bruce came busting through the door with a huge frown on his face

"Stop it! She's almost 20 years older than you, leave her alone"

"Oh my bad, I'll stop" you answered dryly

"Good" He said sternly before walking out the room, leaving you and Selina alone. You turned around to look at her with a cocktail smirk, "I think he's jealous I'm trying to steal his girl and it's actually working ;)"

Yea no Bruce absolutely hates it

He doesn't like the fact that her daughter is getting more attention from his gf than him😭😭

But he knows that she'd never leave him for a 13 year old girl with amazing rizz like you, right?

... right?

Every time she comes back from a mission without you, you'd ask he about it

You'll listen intently to every word she says, making tiny comments every now and then

Once you turn 18, you'd rent an apartment and let her know so she can visit whenever she wants (yea ur still obsessed with her)

One time, you ended up not going on patrol for a whole week because you were sickand she came to visit you with chicken soup in her hands

You thanked her profusely and kept on offering her some stuff like water or food but she always declined

She was your guest after all

Am iconic one at that

She'd watch movies with you for a while before eventually forcing you to sleep

Then next day she'd invite you to go rob some jewelry stores with her, ivy, and harley

Speaking of ivy and harley

they absolutely adore you!!

Ivy never fails to notice how all the plants around you seem to lean into you when you walk past them

Your like a magnet and she seems to have gotten stuck onto you as well

I REALLY HOPE THAT MADE SENSE😭😭

Harley also can't help but notice the way her hyenas cuddle up to your legs whenever you come over to her apartment

She'd smile softly from the kitchen as she watched you play around with Bud and Lou

Oh and Selinas cats also like u

You're actually kinda fond of cats but you've never met any until one day when you can over to Selinas appartment

You'd only ever seen cats on TV or on the internet but never in real life

You were having fun playing around with her 10 cats until you began aggressively sneezing lmao

You ended up spread out on the floor, arms outstretched as the cats began surrounding you

You were still sneezing, just not as bad anymore

That was until one of the cats walked up to your face and began licking your face

You could feel a strong sneeze coming up but you didn't want to scare him away so you ended up having to hold your breath so you wouldnt sneeze

You held it in for such a long time that even Selina wondered how you were still alive

But you couldn't hold it in for too long so you ended up sneezing anyways lmao

Sorry if this was kinda short, should I make a pt.2??

Oh and credits to @thesharktanksdriver , she inspired me to make this and u can tell bc I used the same layout as her. Her writing is amazing and I highly recommend you read it!!

#fake scenarios #fanfiction #batfam x reader #batfam x batsis #selina x bruce #selina x reader #cat woman x reader #headcannons #lovely anon #answered #catwoman #selina wayne #pt2???#im definitely better at headcannons than actuall stories lmao

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