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purplefair · 3 years

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j.t. | all i wanted

pairing: jason todd x unrequited!reader & platonic!dick grayson x platonic!reader

a/n: dear fucking god- this hurt to write- and this is an au where all the robins are living at the manor. reader is close friends with the batboys. also “she” is the new batgirl- also, there isn’t a specific iteration of the characters that is mentioned, i left that up to your imagination. :) and i didn’t know how tf to begin this-

request: yes by @artistichoodiegirl : “i wrote a poem that reminds me of jason. can you write an angst fic based off of it?”

warnings: ANGST OMFG THE ANGST- also, i don’t know if i like the way this came out, but i hope you enjoy nonetheless. :)

you wanted to deny your feelings for him, but being as that felt physically impossible, you felt like a lost cause. crying your eyes out almost every night all because of a stupid guy. your brain tells you that you’re an adult, that you shouldn’t be so messed up over a guy, that you’re pathetic for feeling this way.

this night wasn’t any different, laying on your bed, wallowing in your own self pity.

dick walked down the hallway to your bedroom to tell you that dinner was ready, but when he heard your sniffling through the door before he was about to knock, he became concerned for his best friend. dick knocked, not giving you a chance to respond before turning the handle and opening your door to find you and your room a mess.

tissues everywhere, empty water-bottles, and and dishes on your bed-side table. he sighed before asking the same question he had been asking you for days, “are you okay?”

you turned to him, and what he saw shocked him. your hair messy and all over the place, eyes and nose red, it didn’t look like you were just sad, you looked ill.

“yeah, i’m just peachy.” you replied sarcastically, trying to deter him from being serious with you. “y/n i’m being serious. you’ve been cooped up in here for what seems like days, the boys are worried about you.” you chuckled, still trying to make it seem like you were okay.

dick walked a little bit further into your room before closing the door, knowing you didn’t like your door open. he moves to your bed, sitting across from you, “is he worried?” you asked, already thinking that this certain “he” couldn’t give less of shit about you.

“yes, jason is. he’s been wondering if you’re okay, why you’ve been avoiding him, and why you won’t even so much as look at him anymore.” you keep your eyes looking away from dick, knowing looking at him would make you sob again. “you know i can’t tell him why.”

“why not? you aren’t going to ruin his happiness with her by just talking to him about how you feel. i bet you’d even find at least some closure by talking to him!” you know he’s right, he usually is about these things. you, again, didn’t respond. opting to keep your eyes away from dicks gaze.

“if you’re not going to talk to him, fine. but at least come out and get dinner, talk to the rest of the family for a little bit, please?”

“i don’t know dick-“ “please, for me?” you shouldn’t have looked at him, his gorgeous blue eyes are impossible to say no to. “…fine. but let me get ready, i look like absolute shit right now.”

“yeah, you do.” that earned him a pillow to the face.

you closed your bedroom door before heading down the hall and to the kitchen. were you nervous, yeah. did you really want to speak to jason, no. but, you were doing this for your best friend and no one else.

and of course, the sight that you didn’t want to see the most was right in front of you, jason sitting on the couch with her in his lap, almost on top of him.

“hey, look who finally came out of hiding.” you mentally cursed tim for making it obvious. heads turned, but jason’s and hers stayed where they were, as though the couldn’t care less. you looked away from them and moved over to where damian, tim, and dick had been sitting after already getting some food.

you were 90% sure that tim knew about your feelings for jason, you didn’t know if damian knew or cared, and of course, dick being the emotional support friend, of course he knew.

you four sat in comfortable silence, occasionally hearing jason and her giggle, making you want to shiver from how uncomfortable it was. tim seemed to notice this and gave you a look of sympathy, damian lyes back on the couch and muttered to himself, “idiot…” looking at jason.

you chuckled softly, you didn’t know what it was, but damian had a way of making you feel better, even if it was unintentional. of course he knew, your moping had been kind of obvious.

making comfortable small talk with the other boys while eating, jason occasionally looked at you. ‘i should talk to her.’ he thought, before being distracted by the woman in front of him.

laying on your bed, staring at the ceiling trying not be/ feel pathetic for being upset that he didn’t even speak to you during dinner. you grabbed the pillow on the other side of your bed and pushed it over your face, and screamed.

even though jason has never slept in your bed with you, it felt…cold and lonely. he was something you craved, but knew you could never have, like god just wanted to continue to fuck you over.

there’s a knock on the door and you’re sitting up very quickly, “hey, can we talk?” it was jason.

hoping you looked okay, you gave a little huff and said to yourself, “don’t cry, don’t cry, don’t cry…”

“come in!” jason heard through the door, turning the handle and making his way into your room. your eyes widened and tried to act normal, like his presence didn’t make your stomach do flips. he closes the door behind you and sits next to you on the bed, you of course still not looking at him.

“why have you been avoiding me? you haven’t talked to me in days, and you can barely look at me. what’s going on?”

you wanted to tell him, you really did. but you couldn’t ruin what they had, knowing it’d be awkward for you, jason, her, and the rest of the boys.

“nothing is the matter jason, i just…haven’t been in the best state of mind recently, that’s all.” you mustered enough courage to turn and look at him, automatically regretting it to find him already looking at you. his eyes full of concern, but void of love. sure, maybe an almost sibling love, but not romantic. before all of this you had tried to make it painfully obvious of how you thought of him. but after she showed up, there was nothing really you could do.

“y/n, i’m going to take your word for it, and not pry. but i still want to talk to you.” “about?”

he looked at you once again, “does it matter?”

no, it didn’t, all that mattered was that he was talking you, something you had tried to avoid but internally yearned for.

asking the most painful question, just to make it seem like you really were okay, “how’re things going between you two?” he laughed, his beautiful smile never failing to mesmerize you.

“they’re going pretty good actually, i think i want to marry her.”

why were you surprised? they had been going for awhile now and of course he’d want to marry her. she could give him everything he wanted.

you tried not to whip your head around at him, you also tried not to burst out in sobs upon hearing those words. he wanted to marry her? “oh wow, that’s…a big commitment.” you laughed, trying to seem normal.

he in turn laughed a little too, “yeah, i know, but she just makes me so happy. i finally have the chance to have the family i’ve always wanted,”

“have two kids, preferably daughters. i am definitely going to name one amber.” of course he would, he’d always loved that name.

the pain in your chest is indescribable, you had hoped that he’d be having that family with you. but , it seems as though you may have waited too long. “that sounds amazing…i’m so happy for you.”

the words sounded disingenuous, but at this point you didn’t care. it hurt too much to see the person you love the absolute most, talk about starting a family with someone other than you.

faking a yawn you stood up, “i’m pretty tired, so i’m gonna have to kick you out now.” jason gazed up at you, faking being offended. “wow, we just started talking again and you’re kicking me out? rude.”

you laughed as he stood up and walked to your door, you following not far behind. when he stood just outside your door and in the hallway, there was an awkward silence. “goodnight, jason-“

“before i leave, can i get a hug? i’ve missed you y’know.” jason held his hand between the door and the doorway.

you hated how much you loved those words, he said he missed you. “yeah, you can have a hug.”

jason pushes the door open and quickly wraps his arms around your waist, and you wrap your arms around his neck. “please never avoid me like that again.”

he muttered in your ear, sounding genuinely hurt by what you had done. “i won’t.”

it felt like minutes before he pulled away, looking down at you and smiling. “you should get some sleep, i can see your eye bags underneath your concealer.”

“shut up, asshole.” you laughed, knowing he was just teasing you. jason stepped out of your room and into the hallway, “goodnight, y/n.”

“goodnight, jason.” you both smiled at one another before he walked down the hall to his bedroom. you closed your door and suddenly everything hit you like a ton of bricks.

he was going to marry her, he wanted her children, and he’s going to name one amber.

he’s going to have the “big, happy family life”, something you knew you probably would be apart of. possibly babysitting his children.

you hated thinking about it, but, as long as he was happy. you’d do anything for him, even while suffering in silence.

now you were left to yourself, again, laying in your bed, staring at the ceiling, tears streaming down the sides of your face and soaking your hair.

“fuck, i’m pathetic.”

you cried yourself to sleep, for the 7th time that week. wishing you would have been brave enough to just tell him how you feel, but instead you’re all alone.

and who else is there to blame, but yourself?

also, here’s the poem that the requester wrote! <3

I tried to win your love but

I can't compete

when she already won

god she's so much better

you should give her that diamond ring

I was begging for

I bet she's dying for you to get down on one knee

You probably already sing her to sleep

brush her hair

like you used to do for me

now i'm alone

got no one to hold

god my bed is so cold

But I still hope she's happy

make her smile when she's lonely

and give her a home

now that I'm alone..

imagine all of the little babies

you'll have driving her crazy

You'll probably have 2 daughters

I bet you'll name one Amber

you always really liked that name

you'll be such a wonderful father

I know you had those doubts

but I know she'll even them out,

And even though we aren't together

you always have my shoulder

for when your doubts

start to make the world dark

I just hope I'll still be around

to meet all of your little ones

but for now

I'll sit here and watch you…

be happy

I bet she's feels lucky

I'm glad you have one another

to hold each other

and keep the bed warm...

I hope you're happy

and never ever feel lonely

I'm glad you found a home

now that I'm alone...

#jason todd #jason todd x reader #red hood x reader #red hood #dick grayson #dick grayson x reader #angst #x reader #my first fic

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blxetsi · 3 years

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Hello! I love your blog and writing so much! May I please request modern au dating hcs for Mikasa?

tysm for requesting ilysm 🙈💥

i also went a bit overboard i hope thats okay !!

modern mikasa ackerman dating headcanons

lowercase intended !

college!mikasa ackerman x gn!reader

- eren finds out abt her crush on you. idc idc

- mf may be dense sometimes but he isnt stupid, he KNOWS what mikasa acts like when shes in the presence of her crush,, he would know bc he was one ;)

- anyways, maybe your like, going up to ask mikasa for her notes from last class, or just chatting with them to be friendly

- either way mikasa goes from 😳 to 😐 real quick

- shes very quiet which youre used to so you dont really think too long abt her lack of communication. its literally just you and eren talking at this point

- after you leave to,,, idk sit under a tree ?? erens immediately turning to mikasa being like "okay tell me everything"

- she denies the crush on u 😔💔

- but then eren tells armin.

- and eren has a big mouth so who knows who else he told ??

- so finally, after beating up eren for spilling the beans she tells her two closest friends EVERYTHING

- like from how nice your hair smells to how pretty she finds your eyes. how she loves your sense of style. she just likes everything about you

- erens like "i mean yeah theyre rlly cute but like,,, what do you like about them that isnt physical 😐"

- mikasa starts blushing HARD. and slowly goes to her bedroom in their shared apartment, before slinking back out holding a crinkly folded piece of paper.

- its something you wrote and it says "thanks for studying with me mikasa !! let me treat you to boba as a thanks. youre so sweet, ill see you next class babie"

- erens looking at the note like 😐 mf is this it ??

- armins flipping it back and forth and reading it over and over again

- mikasa just says "theyre kind to everyone. and theyre funny. i just like them a lot."

- erens like 🙄 k but armins all for it

- then they start coming up with a plan to get you to like mikasa back (even though mikasa doesnt want that)

- erens an asshole and says "mikasa i love you and you will always be my number one, HOWEVER. they might just see you as a friend, OR WORSE. an aquaintance. we gotta make u so cool that youre irresistable"

- now mikasa is a bit worried

- HOWEVER. what none of those idiots know is that YOU have had a fat crush on mikasa since you asked her for a pencil at the beginning of the semester 😍 she stared at u like 😐✏️ and u were like "omg thanks 😊" w a little blush on ur cheeks bc mikasa's hot

- i mean,, if you didnt like mikasa WHY would you have invited her out for boba ?? one, who doesnt like boba ?? and two,, doesnt that count as a date ? u didnt know but u just wanted to like ✨subtly✨ shoot your shot

- but that was almost a month ago and she hasnt said yes. so you assume she didnt wanna go

- a few days go by after mikasa tells her friends all about her crush. and like,,, they do nothing ?? what happened to the big plan of making mikasa seem like the coolest person around ?

- it turns out eren doesnt know enough about you to know what you like. and ur dumbass friends aint help either.

- so one day he finds you and mikasa coming out of your shared class, your talking about something and mikasa is just nodding with a blush on her cheeks.

- he runs up to both of you before saying "hey just to let you know mikasa has a big crush on you. and she'd love to go get boba with you 😁👍"

- mikasa gets so red in the face and starts smacking him with her binder. you couldnt stop it even if you tried

- after literally YELLING at them for their attention you just turn to mikasa like "please get boba with me 🥺" and she cant resist

- and then the rest is history 😌✨

- after the boba date you learned so much about her and vice versa. you guys were like,, closer than ever. always going to her apartment or her coming to your dorm

- you guys would have sleepovers very frequently. nothing ever happens but you two like being so close with each other

- and you guys do a lot together when you arent busy with school or work or friends

- mikasa takes you to cool museums and art galleries

- you take her to cool shops downtown and parks

- its so fun

- but you cant help but wonder if youre dating or not ?? like do you have the right to call mikasa your gf ?? you guys havent kissed on the lips but she always kisses your head when you cuddle, and you always take each other out on dates

- on the day you finally bring it up during one of your sleepovers. shes on her back and youre almost on top of her with your arms around her shoulders and your face smushed into her chest

- u just kinda mumble "are you my girlfriend ?"

- and its SILENT.

- u start freaking out bc "omg she doesnt like me 😁👍 im gonna cry"

- until she just quietly says. "yes."

- OFNWIDNKWSMWKKWKALSMQLSME

- ur gonna marry this girl 😐

- her love language ?? definitely acts of service. idc idc.

- when u sleep over shes making you tea without u asking. (u said u liked lavender tea ONCE and this bith got a whole container 😭😭)

- when you have movie nights with her, eren, and armin she always chooses a movie you like ("no we arent watching the florida project again armin cried last time" "yeah but y/n loves it so" "this feels like oppression mikasa" "okay and ?")

- is also very protective. she hears mfs in the halls talking shit about you ?? shes shutting them up with her glare

- also u know how isayama made her goth in his like, highschool thingy ?? yeah 😍

- #gothmikasasupremacy

- she makes her eyeliner and shadow messy on purpose.

- you love just laying her down on her bed and straddling her, just leaning over and doing her makeup for her (jules and anna tease 🙈✨)

- sometimes you guys go to thrift stores and pick out outfits for each other

- one time you found this GORGEOUS floral sundress and she physically shivered from the thought of wearing

- tried it on and looked SO BEAUTIFUL, but it wasnt her style 😐

- also doesnt tell her parents about you ?? not bc shes embarassed or anything but just because she knows her dad is gonna be like "who are they ? what are they like ? where do they live ? whats their major ? where are they from ? whats their zodiac sign ?"

- he doesnt do it to play the "overprotective dad" role but because hes genuinely curious and excited

- she brings you home for the first time and youre so surprised because this tall blond man is her FATHER ?? she looks so much like her mom though its not even funny

- for dinner her mom and dad made traditional japanese food 😭😭 it was so good omfg

- also this has nothing to do with dating headcanons but mikasa used to live off of lunchables as a kid. was literally addicted to the rubber like ham 😍

- her mom is so sweet, and she shows you all of the stuff she's embroidered all these years

- her dad is so extroverted, he loves telling dad jokes. you find them HILARIOUS but mikasa sits there like 😐👍

- he DEMANDS you guys play scrabble. he says it help him figure out who you are as a person. now youre scared 😁👍

- anyways

- you love giving her little kisses on her lips because one, you get some of her moisturizing lip gloss on your lips and two, she blushes SO HARD

- one time you two were on a date and you ran into her ex. whos literally so scary

- her name is annie and shes blonde and muscular and rlly hot but has that same blank stare as mikasa

- you feel kinda weird bc how did she go from being with ANNIE to you ??

- you ask her abt it and shes like "oh yeah we dated in our last year of high school. im much happier with you" and now youre feeling all giggly and happy bc mikasa doesnt lie 😭😭

- u roll around on her bed with your cheeks squished together to hide your blush bc you feel so good that she said that

- she just rolls her eyes before getting on top of you and taking your hands away from your face

- she gives u kisses all over before putting the final one on your lips. its such a soft and sweet moment with just the two of you, you cant help but confirm what youve already thought:

youre gonna marry her one day.

a/n

i REAAALLLLYYYY enjoyed making this oml. i hope u all enjoyed this !! remember: requests r open for anything aot OR u can give me ideas for other fandoms to write for

kk goodbye friends 🤩🤩🤩

#attack on titan headcanons #attack on titan #attack on titan x reader #mikasa ackerman #mikasa ackerman x reader #eren jaeger #eren yeager #armin arlert #levi ackerman x reader #levi ackerman #shingeki no kyojin #shingeki no kyoujin imagine

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atombombbibunny · 4 years

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The Shop

Pairing: Thomas Jefferson x Reader

Word Count: 5215

Warnings: Some cussin’

Summary: Y/N’s uncle had offered her, her first job knowing she was saving up in advance for college. It just so happened that The Thomas Jefferson is working there and will be training her.

A/N: Omfg, this is my first time writing in third person, its probably shit. It took so much strength not to write in first person. Anyways, this is a story I wrote forever ago with a different fandom (Harry Styles.) I thought this would work, does this work? I hope this worked.....I had no idea how to end this..........................

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It was the first day of Y/N’s first job and she could only hear the pounding of her heart in her ears as she entered the small grocery store. Living in a small town proved to have some perks like everyone knowing everyone, and the fact that her uncle owned the store itself. He knew she was attempting to save some money for school as she would be graduating in two years.

She had no reason to be freaking out, her uncle like her and she liked him.

Everything would be fine.

Oh god, what if she started a fire? The whole town would know it was her.

As a hand fell down on her shoulder she practically leapt out of her own skin.

“There’s my favorite niece!” She spun a full 180 degrees to be eye to eye with her uncle, she shook her head before shooting him a look. “I’m your only niece uncle Jack.” He flashed her a goofy smile before patting her shoulder. “Come, I’ll show you around.” Before the two of them could move an inch, the door rang out as someone entered, her uncles face went straight as he stared down the entering being. “Little late there Thomas.” Y/N glanced behind her at the person getting scolded by her usually easy-going uncle.

To her surprise it was Thomas Jefferson, the so-called god of her high school. The man looked exhausted. “Sorry, mom needed me.” He muttered, his eyes on his shoes. Jack raised an eyebrow. “She okay?” He questioned as his face was now filled with genuine concern. “She’s fine, I guess.” He finally raised his head, his eyes flashed at Y/N before looking directly at her uncle. After a nod from Jack he rushed past the two of them barely grazing her shoulder but still enough to earn a mumbled. “Sorry.” From him.

“That was Thomas.” Y/N rolled her eyes as she tilted her head to the side, she glanced to the door Thomas was now closing and locking behind him. “Really, I would have never guessed.” She felt like he forgot she was hear and didn’t just hear their whole conversation. “His moms been sick.” She quickly lifted her head and dropped her shoulders; her heart sank in her chest. Now she felt like shit. “He uh, goes to my school. Hes a senior.” Jack smiled lightly while leaning against the cashier counter. “So good you know each other, he’ll be training you.” His smile spread to a full grin.

Y/N didn’t actually know Thomas, she knew of him. But the two had never held an actual conversation. He was basically (as cliché as it sound) the school heart breaker, and an apparently amazing kisser. (Said information passed onto her from her friend Katie who had one to many wine coolers and got a taste.)

Thomas soon exited the room now in a bright blue polo with the stores name stitched into it, he made his way back towards Y/N’s uncle who looked rather short next to him. Y/N’s eyes couldn’t help but wander over the boy’s body, his arms looked practically stuffed into the shirt’s tight sleeves, his curls bounced with every small movement. It was only when Thomas’ arm moved forward did she realize her uncle was introducing the two of them.

A tight grip: was met with Y/N’s small hand as they shook hands for a second. “Hi.” She murmured as the burning sensation on her neck grew. After Thomas moved to behind the counter Jack smirked. “Well, I have to run, I’m sure you’ll do great today.” The last of his sentence was a mere whisper of encouragement to Y/N.

Just as Y/N began to turn to Thomas to say something a shirt was thrown at her head and covered her face. “Get changed.” He ordered while stifling a chuckle. Y/N tore the suffocating shirt from her head and stormed to the door she had originally seen Thomas enter.

Once she exited the back room and was now in the rather itchy blue polo, Y/N noticed that Thomas was now nowhere to be found. She soon found him stocking shelves, a rather pain in the ass smile resting on his face. “Get lost?” He teased, his eyes never leaving the inventory he was placing on the shelves.

“No.” Y/N grumbled, her glare unnoticed or unfazing towards Jefferson. She pushed on as she watched his every movement. “So, what are we doing, stocking shelves?”

“No.” Thomas began as he placed his last can on the top shelf, Y/N raised a curious eyebrow as there were plenty of boxes still placed on the floor. “You’re stocking the shelves.” He said leaning against the shelving behind him. “You’re really going to just sit there and watch me?” She asked before slumping down on her knees and pulling open the closest box. “Yep.” A smug smirk broke across his face as she let out a light groan. Y/N rolled her eyes while facing the shelf, she was regretting taking this offer already. “Like this?” She asked coldly while setting down can after can of peas down.

Thomas just nodded and continued to watch.

They were stuck in and awkward silence, the speakers only playing quiet music around the storm, and fading in and out of static from the rain now pouring outside.

“We go to the same school don’t we.” Thomas finally said, causing a slight jump from Y/N, he chuckled softly. “Sorry, didn’t mean to scare ya.” Y/N attempted to hide the heat creeping up her cheeks and continued to work, refusing to look back at the lazy body behind her.

“Yeah, we do.” She answered quietly. The ambiance of the store felt like a library, and Y/N felt like she needed to be just as quiet. “I knew it, I’ve seen you around.” Y/N smiled gently at the acknowledgement.

Another moment of silence broke between the two.

“You- You hang out with that John kid, right?” Y/N shrugged. “Little bit, why?” Thomas cleared his throat before moving positions, he crossed his arms and leaned back once more. “Are you two like, datin? Cause I don’t need anyone coming in here to distract you” Y/N could hear his embarrassment.

“Uh.” She began, goosebumps growing on her arms. “No, I mean we’ve been on a few dates, but no, we aren’t dating.” She quickly cleared her throat as she moved to unbox the rest of the cans. “He’s… not really my type.” She fought internally at shooting a look at him but stayed focused on her work.

After their awkward one-off conversation, the two stayed pretty quiet. Thomas made his way to the front counter to help the few people in the store, some there to shop, some to congratulate Y/N on her first day.

After a few hours of almost pure silence the doorbell rang out as one of Thomas’ friends entered the store. Though Thomas greeted him like usual he practically b-lined over to Y/N who was stood in almost pure fear.

“Hey, you just started today right?” He asked flashing a bright smile almost causing Y/N legs to give in at the sight. She could barely remember his name; she would always see him and the rest of Thomas’ group smoking at the front of school before classes started.

“Uhm, yeah.” Y/N said her voice coming out like a squeak, another smile broke across his face, his teeth were almost blinding. “I’m Alex, I’ve seen you around school before.” All Y/N could functionally do was nod. “Right, I’m Y/N” she mustered enough to get her voice clear to him. He let out a light chuckled, Yeah, I know.” Cursing herself internally she shook her head. “Right, duh.” She giggled.

Just as Alex opened his mouth to speak once more Thomas’ voice rung out from behind them. “Alex.” His voice was low and close to sounding angry. “Can I help you with something?” Alex glanced back at Thomas’ stature and shrugged. “I’m just… looking.” He said winking towards Y/N who gave a small smile.

Thomas looked between the two. “Well, Y/N can you go make sure the milk isn’t spoiled.” Y/N wanted to protest, she knew there wouldn’t be anything wrong, but didn’t want to piss off the wrong person on her first day.

Alex gave a quick confused look at Thomas whose eyes were now hardening. “Y-yeah, of course.” Y/N began, she took a few steps forward before glancing back at the two boys. “See you later Alex.”

Once done the mundane task the store was completely empty. She walked to the front to see Thomas leaning against the counter reading. “Are you going to teach me the register?” She questioned; her boredom was almost consuming her.

Thomas shrugged, his eyes never leaving his book. “Not much to know, scan here.” He said pointing to the glass with the scanning mechanism in it. “We take cash or credit, if its cash press this.” He moved his hand to a blue button on the register. “If its credit, push this. Don’t forget their change or receipt.” Y/N stood patiently, only to realize he was done talking.

“Oh, okay.”

Though it was getting late the store didn’t close till 9:30, it was one of the only places that stayed open past 8:30 in their small town.

“What are you reading?” Y/N questioned, unmoving still, Thomas lifted his book to reveal the title The Glass Castle. “Oh, I’ve read that before.” Thomas hummed in response, his eyes scanning each word. “Do you like it?” He nodded, Y/N felt an annoyance grow in her as he was unresponsive and shooed off the one person that was talking to her.

She sighed, resigning to leaning on the shelf closest to her.

Luckily, the door rang out, her head snapped towards it to see John entering wearing his normal happy smile. “Y/N, hey!” She quickly made her way over to him, grateful for the new company. Thomas was still reading, basically ignoring any other goings on.

She grabbed at Johns arm and began to lead him down an aisle. “How’s the job?” He asked, shrugging Y/N glanced back at Thomas who was now eyeing the two of them, a shiver ran down her spine. “Its okay, just been really quiet.” Johns eyes followed Y/N’s to Thomas who looked back down at his book again. “Am I going to get you in trouble? I can go.” Y/N’s grip tightened on Johns arm. “No, please don’t. Plus, Thomas is harmless.”

“Okay, well I was wondering if you wanted to go-.” “Y/N” A deep voice came from behind them once more, and once more causing Y/N to jump, her arm pulling away from John’s. She spun on her heel, trying not to glare at him.

“Its gettin’ late, we should start cleanin’ up.” Thomas looked down at her like a child getting talked to by a parent. She nodded then looked at John who looked like he was damn close to shitting himself. “I’ll, uh text you.” She said watching as John scurried out of the store, as did Thomas.

“I thought you said you two weren’t goin’ out?” Y/N finally glared at him, who was still watching the long since closed door. “Eavesdropper.” She accused as he looked back at her. “No distractions.” He warned and turned to go back to the front.

Y/N flipped him off once his back was turned and stormed over to the small closet in the back, she assumed held cleaning supplies, she was correct. “No distractions.” She mocked in her worst Virginian accent.

Its not fair, she thought. He gets to just sit up there with his stupid hair and muscles. He’s the distraction.

She began to sweep a little to aggressively at the floor.

“Easy there cowgirl.” Thomas uttered, she spun. “How are you so quiet?” She asked in a harsh tone. “How are you so easily scared?” He mocked.

Y/N rolled her eyes as she continued to sweep at nothing. “You know we’re closed right?” Y/N’s eyes shot around the store till it fell on the clock now showing 9:35. He could have told her sooner. A slight blush grew on her cheeks as she placed the broom away.

Once changed into their street wear, they met outside, she watched as he locked up the shop, he turned to face her. “I’ll see you tomorrow?” He asked, Y/N nodded before turning to go down the street. “Night.” She shouted over her shoulder. “Night!” Thomas yelled back.

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Y/N jogged into the store, closing her umbrella, the floor gave way from under her and she quickly grasped onto the door handle before hitting the ground. She stood once more and slammed the door shut, fed up with the rain.

She peeled off her soaked jacket before turning to see a smiling Thomas. “Quiet the entrance there.” He said biting back laughter as Y/N bowed. “You’re five minutes late though” He warned raising an eyebrow. “Sorry, the wind pulled my umbrella back and I got soaked.” She pushed back her hoodie to show a head full of dripping hair.

Thomas released his laughter. “D’you need a towel?” She nodded and one was tossed quickly in her direction.

After she went back to change and scrub some rain out of her hair, she made her way back to the front not one customer in sight. “Any customers yet?” She questioned. “Gunna be a slow night.” Thomas said whilst shaking his head. Y/N let out a long groan. Dead nights were the worst.

She had now been working there for a month, she knew of everything she needed to do and was already bored of it. On slow days she’d clean while Thomas read.

Once the store was basically spotless and everything was faced, she made her way back to the front to see Thomas squinting at a turned around cereal box. She crossed her arms as she leaned against the same shelf. “What, no book tonight?” She asked as he stayed still, he reached under the counter and pulled up a ruined rain-soaked book. “Fell out on my way here. Rain ruins everythin’ I love.” He muttered. “So, you’re reading… a box?” She asked as she looked at it, there was nothing of actual interest on it other than the history of said cereal and nutritional facts. “Nothin else to do.” A sly smile broke across her face as she lifted one finger and slowly pushed the box off the edge, sending it slamming to the floor. “Oh, you are the worst kind of person.” Thomas groaned, he turned to face the empty wall crossing his arms like a child throwing a fit.

“Y/N I’m bored, tell me something.” He whined, still facing the wall, Y/N sighed at his grumpy demeanor. “What do you want to know Thomas?” She asked leaning against the shelf once more.

“Just tell me about you, did you go on a date with that John guy?” Y/N let out a laugh, she knew he wasn’t just asking due to boredom. “No, I didn’t. He’s not my type, remember?” She blushed lightly at the thought of him being genuinely curious about her love life.

“Alex asked me out though.” Thomas’ back straightened and tensed before he turned back around. “Oh.” He mumbled. “What?” Y/N asked as she crossed her arms in curiosity, an eyebrow raised up as she watched him closely. “Nothing.” He said, his eyes on the counter as he picked at the chipping paint. “Bullshit, what?” She demanded; Thomas scrunched his face. “Well, are you going to go out with him?” She quickly shrugged as she looked out the front door, the rain still pouring. “I don’t think so, he always ends up going back to Eliza, or Maria… or John.” She laughed lightly at the now realization on how such a player Alexander truly was.

Thomas broke out into a smile. “I knew you were a smart one.” Y/N picked up the box from the floor. “Gee thanks.” She shot back sarcastically.

They talked for the rest of the shift.

Not one customer.

But Y/N got to learn all about Thomas.

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Alex leaned in to press a quick kiss to Y/N, something she still wasn’t used to. “I’ll see you after work.” He mumbled against her lips. “Of course.” She said pulling back and hopping out of his car.

As she walked into the store, she saw no body presence at the front. “Thomas?” She called out into the empty store. She walked towards the back room pulling her work shirt out of her bag, she opened the door to see a shirtless Thomas there. “Holy shit! I’m so sorry!” She announced before slamming the door shut behind her.

Her heart pounded violently in her chest. It wasn’t fair that her boyfriend’s friends, (well sort of friend she had now learned.) were so good looking. Not that she didn’t think Alexanders body wasn’t hot, just, damn Thomas.

Thomas exited the back room a smiled glued to his face. “Smooth.” He said as he passed her to get to the front counter. “Oh, shut up.” She warned hitting him on the arm. “It was an accident.” Thomas chuckled. “Don’t worry darlin’ I won’t tell your boyfriend.” Y/N let out a sarcastic laugh before entering the back room. “Get to work, you ass.”

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Y/N walked in practically pushing past Thomas. “You’re late.” He mumbled, she ignored him. “I said you’re late.” Thomas said standing straight. “Y/N!” Thomas shouted, stopping her in her tracks. “What, I’m here now so just leave it!” She marched into the back room and changed before making her way to the back of the store.

Y/N kept pulling her phone out, sighing when it came up blank, no new messages, no phone calls, nothing.

Alexander and she had gotten into a fight and it felt like their relationship was near its end, something that was bringing her to her breaking point at the thought. The shift had flown past her before she even knew.

“No phones on the floor.” Thomas’ warning voice came from over her shoulder, she knew he was ticked off with her. She quickly wiped the tears threatening to spill over and turned to him. “Sorry.” She mumbled.

“Oh, um, no I’m sorry. Are you okay?” He questioned, his eyes watching her small trembling body. She shrugged before falling into his chest, a sob broke through her. It was 9 and Thomas knew no one else would be coming at this time. He wrapped his arms around her as she cried into his shirt. “Do you wanna talk about it?” He asked resting his head against her head which shook and buried deeper into him.

He just squeezed her before sitting the two of them down.

Once it was 9:30 Y/N had calmed down a bit, her body was tired and aching but she sat and explained that she feared Alex was cheating on her, they were barely seeing each other and every time she brought up her fears to him he would kiss her or fight with her on it. This last time they were basically screaming at one another, she knew she was late for work, so she pushed herself past him he had attempted to grab her, but she shook his grip and stormed to the shop.

Thomas Hugged her into his arms. “ ‘M sorry I shouted at ya when you came in, I didn’t know.” Y/N shrugged content in his embrace. “You didn’t know. But, thank you for listening.” Thomas gave her a gentle smile, just as the butterflies rose in her chest, she felt her phone ring against her hip.

Thomas quickly let go and she jumped from his arms.

“Hello?”

It was Alex.

Y/N changed and left on her phone, leaving Thomas behind to close the store.

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Thomas was late, his mom wasn’t doing well. But she told him to go to work.

They didn’t talk all shift.

His eyes held a sadness as he watched Y/N work.

Everyone knew about his mom and knew better to leave him alone.

Y/N didn’t know what to say to him.

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“Thomas?” Y/N asked as the two restocked a shelf. “Yeah?”

“Do you think Alex and I are a mistake?”

Thomas tensed and stared straight for a moment.

“Don’t bring me into this.” He muttered putting his last can of soup on the shelf and began to walk away.

“Bring you into what?” Y/N asked bitterly.

“Don’t bring me into your relationship bullshit.” He grumbled.

“I’m not, I’m just asking.” Y/N said, shooting him a glare.

Thomas shook his head and turned back to face her; her heart leapt into her throat at his hardened look. “No, you’re not. ‘just askin’ me;” He raised his hands for the quotations. “You want me to comfort you like last time, then just fuckin’ walk away from me again.”

She had never heard Thomas swear like this before, it gave her a cold chill.

“I didn’t just walk away, you let go of me.”

“Sorry for making sure you were okay.” He scoffed.

Y/N kicked her empty box down the aisle towards him.

“I didn’t ask you to Thomas!” She shouted back, her blood coming to a boil.

“Well I did, and you just left.”

“Why did you even do it!?”

“Because I care about you!”

“Then why are you so upset now!?”

“Because he doesn’t fucking deserve you!” He shouted, he huffed out his next couple of breaths like he had just run a marathon. He rolled his eyes at Y/N’s frozen stature, as he turned to storm off Y/N finally shook off her fear of his anger and march towards him.

“Thomas don’t just walk away.” She demanded, before she could graze his shoulder, he was spun to face her, his hands on her waist as he pulled her against his lips, taking her breath with him.

Her heart skipped a beat from the feeling of his soft lips against hers, something felt like it had exploded in her heart, lungs and brain. Before she could process a thought, before she could truly kiss him back. He pulled away. “Yes, is the answer to your question.” His voice was low and rumbled against her body.

He released her and walked back to the front

She stood there

She stood there till they closed.

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After the kiss Thomas had their shifts changed, she worked with her uncle most of the time.

Graduation season had come and past, Y/N was now a senior and knew she would never be seeing or running into Thomas at school again.

Alexander and her eventually broke things off, it wasn’t more than a few days till he was with someone else. Thomas was attending college in town, still caring for his mother full time.

He was barely working anymore.

One night in autumn it was pouring rain. Y/N had to close alone, the air hung with something, it was almost like Y/N could feel something bad was going to happen. Her uncle had left his shift muttering something about Thomas’ mom.

Since it was so quiet Y/N was just sat at the front counter running the register, her mind drifted to the memories of Thomas always up there, reading, or helping customers, or just simply talking to her.

After a customer had come in and brought their items to the front Y/N regained focus and began ringing in the items. Once they had finished paying Y/N was just about to hand them their receipt when Thomas came crashing through the door.

He collapsed onto his knees, his hair wet falling onto his face. The customer shot her a look of worry before she ran towards him. “Thomas are you okay?” He shook his head as Y/N began to lift him from his spot on the floor. As she led them to the back room, she heard the ring of the door. She sat Thomas on a chair before running out to lock the door behind the customer.

She quickly made her way back; Thomas had not moved an inch since she set him there. She began to look for a towel, as she turned to check a certain shelf, she felt his arms wrap around her waist. “My mom died.” He sobbed out, shattering her heart and confirming her worst fear. “She’s gone, Y/N.” Y/N watched for a second as the tears slid down his already wet face. She dropped down to the ground before wrapping her arms around his shoulders. “I’m so sorry, Thomas. God, I’m so, so sorry.” She held him tightly as he buried his face in her shoulder. “I couldn’t look at her, I couldn’t see her like that. I just ran, I came here, you’re the only person I could face.” He cried out as he gripped her harder. “Its okay.” She whispered against his wet hair. “I’m not ready for this. I’ll never be ready for this.”

She held him there till he calmed down as best he could. She took him back to the hospital.

She held his hand at the funeral.

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Y/N had graduated, she was ready to leave her small town, she had gotten into her dream college and was just months away from getting out of there, she hadn’t worked much due to her studies for exams and applying for all types of colleges.

As she began to pass the shop something in her told her to go in, plus she was a bit peckish.

The door rang out as she entered, her eyes instantly snapped to the front counter, but she was left with disappointment as it was empty.

She absentmindedly made her way through the aisle trying to find something she was in the mood for. Once her eyes landed on a pack of mac and cheese, she picked it up. She glanced up to see Thomas walk behind the counter. The sight of him caused her to fumble with the box and it went crashing to the floor.

Thomas’ eyes flashed up to see Y/N blush and go to pick up the box. Once picked up Y/N looked back to the counter to see it empty once more. She shook her head wondering if she had imagined him. “What are you doing here?” She jumped, once more sending the box tumbling to the ground.

Thomas chuckled behind her, she spun back around and smiled. “Very funny” She glared.

“Its been a while, huh?”

She nodded. “Yeah, I graduated, so I haven’t really been working .”

Thomas broke out into a bright smile. “Well congratulations. When do ya work next?”

She shrugged attempting to hid any creeping feeling of red on her face. “Its staggered for the next few months, then I’m off to college.” Thomas’ eyes dimmed. “Oh, well I’m glad you got in, I’m assuming its not in town?” She almost felt guilty as she shook her head no.

“Then I guess I’m going to have to get our schedules fixed so we can work together again.” Y/N couldn’t stop the smile the broke across her face. “I’d like that.”

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They laughed.

They goofed around.

They shared food nearing its expiration dates.

They bumped hands and blushed.

And they just had quiet days.

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It was her last day. She had her bags packed for the airport and had told her family she’d meet them there.

She had said goodbye to everyone.

Everyone but him.

As she pulled up to the shop and entered, she couldn’t help as a knot grew in her throat.

Once the bell rang out Thomas had jumped up from behind the counter, his eyes landed on her and saw the hurt resting in them, his soon matching hers.

“Well…let the goodbye begin I guess.” He began as he walked towards her, he reached past her and locked the door, placing a sign on it stating he’d be back in an hour.

“Go to the back, I’ll be there in a second.” He practically ordered as he made his way down some aisles. Y/N watched him as she moved to wards the back door, she closed it behind her and sat in an empty seat. Her eyes wandered over the stuffy old room. A towel hung on the edge of a shelf, stiff from not being touched in a while. The copy of Thomas’ Glass Castle book sat opened to dry. But it was never picked up again.

The door soon open and Thomas came in with an arm full of chips and soda, a smile broke through Y/N’s face as she watched him struggle to put the items down. “I’m not lettin’ you leave till you absolutely have to.” She let out a light laugh as she opened a bag of chips. “Okay, but I do have a flight to catch.” Thomas smirked. “They won’t leave without ya.” Y/N rolled her eyes as she popped in a few chips. “Sure.” She said mouth half full.

They sat in a silence for a minute, almost causing Y/N to sink back into her heartbreak of today.

“I’m gonna miss you.” Thomas suddenly said, his eyes gazing into hers. She fiddled with the tab of her pop before setting it down. “Are you gunna visit?” He asked hopefully, her heart rose as she watched him. “Of course.”

Another wave of silence engulfed the both of them, this time it left the feeling of words unsaid, their eyes never leaving each other. “Y/N.” Thomas began gently. “Can I try something?” He moved forward, she nodded and watched his every movement. His hand slid against her now burning cheek, he leaned closer, his lips hovering over hers for a moment before pressing into her.

Y/N could feel that same feeling she had the last time she kissed, but this time it left her wanting more and this time she could kiss him back, his lips molded against her as she gripped at his shoulder.

He moved back and looked away from her. “I’m sorry, I don’t know what I was thinking.” Y/N wasted no time to grab at the blue collar of his work shirt and pull him back into their kiss. She slowly stood from her chair and moved to straddle him, their lips almost never breaking from one another.

“I’m going to miss you so much.” He mumbled against her mouth and his hands rested on her hips. “I’ve been wanting to do this for so long and now you’re leaving.” Y/N could care less about her flight, about her college, about anything. “You have me now.” She sighed out against him.

Thomas groaned lightly, his fingers gripping into her hips harder, his lips smashed into her, his tongue nudging against her which she quickly let into wrestle with hers. His lips then left to trail down her neck, his teeth grazed against her skin sending a shiver down her spine. Thomas moaned at her body movement into her skin.

She could feel him growing against her thigh. “Thomas.” She whispered in a breathy voice. “I have to go soon.” As much as she wanted to stay in this world of it just being him and her, she had to face reality. “God no.” He growled.

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Words < Actions | Arthur Fleck x You

I saw this gif set of Arthur (by @liagreycrow) and imagined he would be looking at me like this, figuring out what else he could have said in that moment it’s not so different than in the movie lmao and I came up with this little scenario. I love this side of Arthur so much. SO intimidating it does so many things to me omfg. I’m sure you already know which scene I’m talking about, but here have a look at it again, because ughh. Please go have a look at it before reading this. It helps to get in the right mood. https://liagreycrow.tumblr.com/post/190462679051

NSFW!, fem!reader and a bit angst

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It was already close to midnight as you opened the door to your apartment. Eager to embrace your love in your arms after another hard and exhausting day at your workplace. Arthur had been on your mind this whole day. Even stronger than every other day. You couldn’t wait for him to pull you close, warming your empty form up from the inside with his love. It was all you needed after returning home. And you really needed it today. You needed him. No food, alcohol nor a hot shower to release your tight muscles could make you feel any better today. Temporarily they would help, yes. But nothing could ever quite make you feel as grounded and as calm as Arthur did. Arthur was all your basic needs.

The frown you were wearing on your face through the whole day was slightly brightening up, when you saw him sitting at the small table in the corner of the living room. He was smoking, wearing his green-blue sweater which you liked so much on him. Every so often you had been telling him how handsome he looked in that sweater which highlighted his mesmerizing eyes even more. Walking over to him, you almost didn’t notice how tense he was. Almost. Usually he would have embraced you right at the door after it clicked open. Albeit it wouldn’t be big news for you if he had had a bad day, too. Still fighting with it, deep in his thoughts. In moments like this, both of you were always trying to make the other one feel better. Even if one didn’t feel like it, because there was so much going on in your minds. Yet the both of you had always been finding a way to slowly pull each other out of your well of sorrow. And if it was only to dive back down the following day, you would repeat climbing the wall of this well together. Always together.

Arthur didn’t appear to stand up, so you decided to walk over to him. From behind him, you wrapped your arms around his shoulders. Your chest pressed against his sharp shoulder blades, hands exploring his chest, rubbing it soothingly. You hummed at the relieved sensation of feeling his body close to yours, as he took another drag of his cigarette. Breathing in his scent, you moved your head to the crook of his neck, kissing the soft skin there. You breathed a whispered “Hi.” while you placed a gentle kiss on his cheek.

Arthur didn’t response. Hmm Arthur didn’t response at all. When he usually could not wait to get his hands on any part of your body, just to make sure your presence is all real, he hadn’t touched you, hell he didn’t even take a glimpse at you since you entered the apartment.

“Arthur?” You let go of your hold on him, gently caressing his shoulder, facing him now. “Hey… what is it?” You offered him to talk to you about what was going on. It was more than clear to you there was something bothering him, a lot. Arthur just sat there and looked down at the floor. You could see his lips turn into a slight smile, which almost made you smile, too, until you noticed it looked nothing like a genuine smile. It was ironic. Almost derided, at the question you had just been asking him. If it wasn’t for the now haunting silence in the apartment, you wouldn’t have heard the whispered “Fuck”, leaving his lips. Ashes fell onto the floor, as he took one last drag of his cigarette.

Still Arthur looked down at the floor, searching there in its worn texture for calm words. He loved you so deeply and with all his being that it hurt him how he felt in this moment. He never wanted to feel any kind of anger towards you. He knew you loved him as much as he did. He had felt it every day, every time your lips touched his own slightly or fiery, the way you looked at him smiling genuinely in relief and anticipation to be held by his warm embrace after a hard and exhausting day at work. He felt it in every moment the both of you shared a laugh. Every morning right before you’d wake up, he’d be up already, just to see your peacefully beautiful face surrounded by the uprising sunlight falling into your shared bedroom. And oh- how he loved those mornings, when you would open your eyes slowly for the first time of the new day, moaning softly. With sleepy eyes would you search for his face, for you longed it to be the first thing to see after your long dark night without it.

Nevertheless, tonight his anxieties got the better of him. He had had yet another awful day at work. All he needed was to come home. You were working late tonight and for Arthur your shared apartment only really felt like home with your presence surrounding it.

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He figured you’d be home any minute as he stood by the window in the living room peeking out, hoping to see you walk upon the building complex rather sooner than later. And there you were. Walking down the street with your arms crossed in front of your chest trying to shield yourself from the freezing wind. Finally, Arthur thought, the corner of his mouth slightly turning upwards.

Unfortunately, that only lasted for a few seconds. His eyes widened as he saw a tall man approaching you from behind, grabbing you by your upper arm turning you around to face him. Arthur already saw himself running down the stairs to help you get away from this stranger, as he felt himself freeze in a shocked stiffness. After the tall man had turned your body around to face him, Arthur could see the both of you argue over something he obviously couldn’t hear. You were then shaking your head no as you turned your back on the man as of a sign to end the conversation. Once more his hand reached out to grab your arm, turning you around. Arthur couldn’t believe his eyes. That stranger wasn’t going for another conversation. Instead Arthur saw him grasp for your head, leaning down. Your hands had immediately come up. It looked like you were tugging the stranger even closer to you. Arthur felt a blazing fire rising inside him as he turned his back to the window. Hurt. Anger. His heart felt like it had been stabbed by thousands of sharp and blunt knives altogether.

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You could see him knit his eyebrows, frowning as he pursed his thin lips, preparing himself to speak. He had tried hard to keep his scattered self calm tonight. So hard. So hard, for you. All he wanted, no needed tonight, was to hold you close to him. So close it would wash all the awfulness of the day away. Given the circumstances now, he had trouble to even think about holding you close to him. Was he still allowed to hold you, to touch you, to kiss you? On the contrary he felt the need to show you that only he could make you feel good. Feel so good, like all these times he made you moan so beautifully under his touch. Seeing you with another man like this, so close, so close in a way only he should be allowed to hold you. Fuck he even had his lips on yours. Arthur fought with himself in his mind. He loved you so deeply, he tried to convince himself that there must be an explanation for what he just witnessed.

„Who did you talk to?” Arthur finally looked up at you. He looked so intimidating in this moment. It sent cold shivers down your spine. Never had you seen this look on his face. It made you nervous in no good way. You felt yourself growing more and more insecure by the second you didn’t answer, your throat as a response to that getting dry. The silence in combination with this intense gaze he held on you, haunted you to the bone.

“What do you mean?” Your voice nothing but a whisper.

“Who did you talk to?”

He saw it

You sighed at the heaviness building in your chest, making it hard to breathe. Your organs tightening in your stomach as if they’re about to suffocate. The walls of your shared apartment, usually radiating back the warmth of your shared love, grew colder and colder, dangerously closing in on you. In addition, ironically you did feel a warmth growing inside you, which made you feel even more sick to your stomach, as it was nothing but a discomforting heat which seemed to burn your body from the inside.

But then he saw me punching him, too!

You gained new confidence by your thoughts.

“Oh Arthur, I’m sorry you had to see this. But I’m alright, darling.”

“You’re- you are… alright? Y/N, how can you be standing here, telling me to my face you are alright after what just happened outside?” His voice broke, “Do you not love me anymore?”

“What?! Baby, what are you talking about- of course I love you! Y’know I do. Why would you even-”

Silence.

Slowly it came to your mind.

“Wait… you saw me slapping his face, right?! Arthur? Arthur, look at me, please.” You cupped his cheeks, begging him to look you in the eyes.

“Did you see me punching him in the face?”

He shook his head as he looked down at the floor, “No. I turned away after I saw him kiss you.” Looking up, the intimidating gaze back in his eyes, “Who was he, Y/N?”

___________ Behind Arthurs back, for him not to see anymore, after the man had forcingly smashed his lips against yours, you finally succeeded to free yourself from his hold on you. You slapped the flat back of your hand right across the man’s face. Hard. The two rings on your fingers, helping with the intensity of the impact, leaving two visible red scratches on his cheek. While your intruding ex-boyfriend grunted and lifted his hands to cup his face, you rescued yourself into the safe foyer of the apartment building.

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Now you were the one looking at the floor, not able to withstand the burning look he held on you. You made your way over to him. As soon as you stood right in front of him, you reached out an arm. You grabbed Arthurs hand, signaling him to stand up. Come with me, love. Please. You sighed, sitting both of you down onto the couch. You took his hands into yours, placing a warm kiss on his knuckles before you laid them down on your lap, rubbing them gently.

“It was Eric.” You admitted.

“He seems to be back in Gotham. I was waiting at the subway station when I noticed him. Now I could tell he would’ve grabbed me then and there if it wasn’t for the other thirty people waiting there as well. I saw him getting into the same train, but he chose a different cabin. I hadn’t seen him in a long time now, so I stopped myself from interpreting too much into it. Now I wish I would’ve just run home.”

“What did he want?” “He… he said he missed me, I’d still be his and wants to get back together.” You said carelessly, putting more meaning into your following words. “But I- I don’t care about that. I don’t even wanna talk about it, Arthur. All I care about is us, is you. And I need you to believe me, that I didn’t want any of this.” Words left your mouth, but you were speaking to him with your whole body. Moving and shifting your torso along the emotions you felt running through your veins. Hands caressing and squeezing his, as a pleading for him to listen to you, to hear the deep love that lurked behind them. Your head wandered all over him, from his hands that you held in yours, to his face and eyes where you searched so desperately for understanding. Arthur’s intimidating look still lingered on his face, staring right into the depth of your soul through your eyes, before he let his gaze fall onto your intertwined hands, then slipping off to a point at the couch, to where he could process the words you just spoke.

You immediately wanted him to look at you again, though you choked under his particular gaze, but you couldn’t take it. You needed him to look at you.

“I didn’t want to see him again; I told you how things have been and ended with him. I didn’t want him to approach me like that. Fuck, above all, I didn’t want him to get his lips on mine ever again, I-“ Your voice broke, as you felt your eyes getting wet. You were searching for words to make him understand how much this situation hadn’t been in your interest. Only three did you find. I love you. I love you. I love you. So you said them out loud. “All this incident has shown me is… I love you, Arthur. So much. I wouldn’t even know how to start to describe how much I do. I don’t- I don’t think there are any words that could. I want to tell you, so bad, but… but I- ” You fought hopelessly with yourself.

“Show me.” His appeal almost overheard by your scattered self.

“What?” You breathed out.

“If you can’t tell, then show me, Y/N.”

You hadn’t noticed you were holding in a breath until you almost choked on his words, soaking in air hastily. With a gaze of disbelief, you studied his face for a sign you could make sure you had heard his words correctly. You had. You had found a sign, right there in his pleading darkened green eyes. Show me. Please. I need you to show me.

Not wasting a second, you cupped his cheeks. His skin felt so soothingly warm against your fragile, still slightly shaking and cold hands. Oh, they were always cold, and he’d always loved to warm them up for you with the heat of his own. You pressed your lips on his ever so slowly. So slowly you lost yourself in the sensation of the act right at the first touch. It’s you. It’ll always be only you. His lips on yours felt like a healing, cleansing off the disgust you had to experience on them earlier. Even though you hadn’t had a say in the situation earlier outside on the streets, you had felt guilt. Guilty of the cruel fact, someone else than Arthur had touched you in such an intimate way. With Arthur deepening the kiss you both moaned softly into, you could feel it all wash away. Taking Arthurs hand in yours, you broke the kiss, whispering, “I want to show you.”

With your fingers intertwined in his, you lead him to your shared bedroom. You stopped in front of the bed turning to face him. You pulled him in closer for another flaming kiss. Your hands slid over his torso all the way up to his hair. Firmly running your fingers through his thick brown locks, you walked him against the foot end of the bed, signaling him to let himself go.

Following him down onto the soft duvet covers you let your body lay down gently onto his, shoving your knee between the space of his legs, all the way up to meet his crotch. You could feel him harden just at that contact. Arthur always could’ve been in the saddest mood, the most devastating emotional state, but never did his body and mind have the slightest chance to resist your touch, to react to it in every way. Once again you draw him into a passionate slow kiss, which had Arthur groaning deeply. While you did so, you were slowly running a hand from his lower abdomen up to his neck in determination to let him feel your need and love for him. You wanted him to feel you. You wanted him to feel the never-ending, everyday-growing love you shared for him, on every inch of him. On every inch of his skin, until it would seep through his soft flesh into his very soul, so that there would be no way for it to ever leave him. “I want to feel you. All of you.” You whispered as you broke the kiss, one hand grabbing a fistful of his thick locks, longingly looking into his eyes. The heat radiating from your eyes, mirrored right back at you from his darkened green ones. Arthur understood your silent plea.

The moment your bare breasts came to touch with his bony chest made both of you gasp in a growing appetite for the tender touches of one another. Tonight you couldn’t quite tell him how deep and unconditional your love for him was, overwhelmed with many emotions mixed together, caused by this gloomy situation. But oh- did you show him. You rolled yourself up on Arthurs naked form as you started to caress every inch of his body. You could feel your love for him radiating from every single part of your body that touched Arthurs, like invisible flashes shooting their power right into every part of his body that touched yours. Your body slowly sliding down on his, not missing one spot on his torso to kiss, your hands gently supporting the affectionateness. Arthurs hand coming up to your hair, you felt his cock twitch against lower belly. Your body instantly reacting to it, you could feel yourself grow wet. The sensation of his fingertips fondling your scalp made you melt into his touch, your body building goosebumps. His grip on you encouraged you to continue your now open-mouthed kisses downwards. Reaching his waist, you placed kisses to his hip bone as your hand gently began to stroke his length, lowering yourself so your body filled the space between his legs.

After you took a moment to gaze up at him, you could tell he was feeling all the love you tried to burn into him. Lowering your head, you began to kiss his hardened cock from the very bottom all the way up to the tip. Arthur lost his grip on your hair caused by his pleasure, running it through his own disheveled hair, giving him the opportunity to have a clear view at your work. Kissing your way back down reaching the bottom, you replaced your lips on his soft skin there with your tongue. Ever so slowly licking his length bottom-up, lingering on the tip, swirling your tongue around it. Arthur moaned in pleasure as you took the tip in, slightly sucking, pressing your tongue against it, just to let go and repeat your passionate actions. As you licked your way back up to the tip, now leaking with pre-cum, you took more and more of him in, making your clit throb. You found your rhythm, as one of your hands complemented the movements of your mouth on him, stroking up and down his length so slowly. Both of Arthurs hands came to grasp at your hair, keeping you in place.

You could feel him growing close as his breathing increased. Looking up at him you were stopping yourself and you were stopping him from his release. Yes, you wanted to make him feel so good. But not yet and not like this. Gratitude, trust and dedication you had seen in his eyes. Silently telling you- You’re showing me. I can see. I feel you showing me.

But you wanted to show him even more. You wanted him to feel all of you. Caressing his torso again, you came up slowly to pull him into a tempting kiss, your lips swollen and warm from your work on his cock. While you deepened the kiss, your tongues danced a slow waltz, you lifted your body, placing each of your legs next to his waist. Reaching down with one hand pumping him up and down a few times. You placed him at your entrance, rubbing him soothingly against your wet folds to let him feel this was all for him. As you lowered your body onto him, you could feel your eyes flutter back into your head at the slightest contact of his tip slipping in. “Y/N…” Your name escaped Arthurs lips as the same thrilling streamed through his body. Savoring every inch ever so slowly, every second of the pleasure of him filling you up so good. You lowered yourself, leaning in for yet another passionate kiss, your tongue lovingly playing with his. Both of you moaned in audible pleasure. Your hands came down to his chest, lingering there for support as Arthur’s hold on your thighs grew stronger. The slowness of your movements up and down his length, made it almost too pleasurable for the both of you. Arthur and you too, found it more and more difficult to continue holding your gazes on one another. Your eyes kept closing shut as both of you came closer to your high, every breath echoing a pant.

“You do love me?” Arthur murmured. The way he pronounced it; you could hear he’d been almost convinced of it yet. Convinced by your actions, by every touch, every kiss and every look into his eyes, your adoration for him you tried so hard to show to him tonight. “More than…” Your moans grew louder, “I’ll ever be able to show you, darling.” Arthur gazed up at you, not able to speak up again, but you could read it from his darkened eyes. You could tell he believed you. You’d made him believe you and you had shown him in the most delicate way. Arthur understood and he wanted to show you that. He took over your rhythm still as slow as you had been working on him, moving his hips up and down, his length filling you up so good with each thrust. One of his hands made its way from your thigh down between your legs. His fingers pressing against your lower belly, while his thumb began to rub circles on your clit. Immediately you felt your stomach tighten. His touch on your bundle of nerves pushing you so close to reach your orgasm. “Arthur…” you panted, “Oh- oh god… fuck…yes…” Arthurs thrusts became slightly faster, sloppy even as he too was on the top of his high, moving his thumb faster, as you couldn’t hold back and begged him, “Please… please don’t stop-“ Your voice broke at the end of your plea in full extasy as both of you already reached your climax. You were a panting mess, your body collapsing onto his, burying your hands in his hair. You could feel Arthurs heavy breath against your ear, wrapping his arms around you, soothingly rubbing your back.

Then he whispered, “Thank you”, his voice raspy and low, “Thank you for showing me. Thank you for loving me, Y/N.” Your grip in his hair tightened at his words, kissing his neck then searching for his eyes.

A small grin grew on your mouth as you answered him. “You get what you deserve.”

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hitandrunduorp-a · 4 years

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SONGS TO WRITE MY MUSE !!

WHETHER IT BE MELODIES THAT GIVE YOU INSPIRATION FOR YOUR MUSE OR SONGS THAT GET YOU INTO THE WRITING MOOD — PICK 10 SONGS YOU FIND TO GIVE YOU THE URGE, THE DRIVE, OR THE CREATIVITY TO WRITE FOR YOUR MUSE !

1. "Can't Help Falling in Love" Cover [DARK VERSION] (feat. brooke) // Produced by Tommee Profitt

KK honestly this song EASILY puts me in the mood for shit, especially anything angsty (more so with Mattie than Matt, but it still works with him as well~!) It’s dark, and you can hear the pain that this song can bring.... UGH I LOVE IT

2. M2U & NICODE - Marigold (Full Mix)

I found this by accident once and just, I fell in love with it? I’ve never played Deemo, but this and a couple others I listen to just for the sake of it’s pretty, but this song gets me in the mood pretty often to write, even if it’s a lil bit! (more so wanting to write Harvest/Despair things, but that’s beside the point xD)

3. Undertale Neutral Song - Unaligned

KK this song i love. when i first got into undertale, i started binging a lot of the songs, and this one always just, struck a chord with me? Don’t have much else to say, buuuut yeah~!

4. SIAMÉS "The Wolf"

When I found this song, no word of a lie I replayed this song alone almost all day. It’s got SO MANY moods to it, that I just

i love it soooo much!!! (srsly, ask Kota, he can attest to this xD)

5. Fall Out Boy and Panic! At The Disco - Miss Jackson/Twin Skeleton's (Hotel in NYC) (Mashup)

Have I ever mentioned I LOVE mashups? Done right, they just make me shiver in delight~! This one particularly I tend to listen to a lot when writing, and it tends to help me focus!

Or sometimes I end up distracted, imagining scenes to the song xDDD

6. Yousei Teikoku - Astral Dogma - 妖精帝國

A bit ago, I was just trying to look for new music and I stumbled across Yousei Teikoku. I’ve been pretty hooked to this song, and their other song Hades; The Bloody Rage...and their stuff for Yume Nikki!

7. Madoka Magica concept trailer

I’m a big fan of Madoka Magica if you didn’t know. I still thank my two friends for finally getting me to watch it, since it really wasn’t at ALL what I was initially expecting, and thus was the reason I had avoided it.

This song came out for a teaser we got for the 4th movie (if I’m correct) and for a LONG TIME there’s been no news, but apparently this past summer, one of the VAs admitted that the ‘original story isn’t over’. Currently, they’ve been working on making a show for the phone game, Magia Record, so we’ve had total silence about movie 4...

but whoops, this post isn’t about that, it’s about musings! And this one does immensely! If I’m in a real rut, this usually helps me, but not all the time...but that’s usually when I’ve hit a full stop in writing ability qwq

8. Timmy Trumpet & Savage - Freaks

Why this song? Couldn’t tell ya honestly. It popped up in my autoplay and now it’s stuck in my head, and been a good song to listen to while writing. Who knew, right?

9. Higurashi - "When They Cry" (Opening) | ENGLISH ver | AmaLee

Kk I watched Higurashi a long time ago, and honestly besides the fuckton of gore and shit omfg- the music always captured me, and this is the only English cover I’ve found that I like. AmaLee did a few others I REALLY love too, from Sailor Moon’s ‘Moonlight Densetsu’, to Madoka’s ‘Magia’ and ‘Connect’...I’d suggest taking a look, she’s done a LOT of covers!

10. You Are My Sunshine (MINOR KEY) - Ian Johnston Music

Yeah, this is number 10! It’s so dark and haunting and I love it so much! Usually helps when I need to write, especially angst or just, genuinely sad shit.

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#off the clock #ooc #dash memes #not sure if you can tell #lil salty about PMMM movie 4...#*pouts*

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omg imagine simon getting instead of nahyuta in an assassination attempt like, dude gets the wrong person, or simon steps into a shot or something and he's like, ready to walk it off and give the person a piece of his mind and meanwhile yuta is mcfreaking out because "simon please sit stil there is a bullet in your shoulder omfg what do i--what do you mean SO?!--i--no you can have five minutes to find the guy simon what???"

HOLY SHIIIIT I saw this when I woke up randomly at 2:30 in the morning and then couldn’t fall back to sleep I was thinking too much about this a;lkjsdf

Things had been going rather poorly for Simon lately. It had all been soterrible that, really, getting shot in the shoulder seemed like a minorinconvenience to him for some time.

Finding a few days they were both free was beyond a hassle, so it had beenover a month since he had last seen Nahyuta. When they finally picked thedates, his stupid flight to Khura’in kept getting delayed, and it was sodelayed that by the time he had gotten there, Nahyuta was unable to greet himas he usually did.

Therefore, he was stuck with Princess Rayfa for far too long. Amara woulddrop by to hang around and chat with her son’s boyfriend, occasionally. Simonmade it a point to treat her with as little respect as possible, since he wouldnot allow himself to be intimidated by his filthy monk boyfriend’s mother forone moment. There were guests at the palace that Simon had to be wary around,too. It felt like it would be impossible for them to find a quiet moment alonetogether. As luck would have it, the monk had a few free hours to be draggedabout the bazaar. Simon loved learning about the culture of this still-strangeforeign land, even though it rather bored Nahyuta – he ran the damn place,after all.

Fine, at least, until a shot echoed rudely like a firework set off tooearly.

Two thoughts popped into Simon’s head: 1) “when will Fool Bright gettingshot in the head leave me in peace,” 2) “is Nahyuta okay?” A third suddenthought of blinding, stinging pain fought for center stage, but Simon focusedon finding Nahyuta. He was thankfully where Simon had left him, standing just afew feet away. They looked at each other like a couple of fools.

“I’ve just been shot,” Simon said. He touched at his shoulder in an attemptto alleviate some of the agony blooming there, but it only caused him more pain and a bloodied hand. “Who thefuck shot me?” He whirled around,eyes scanning the rooftops to try and find the sneaky bastard.

Nahyuta snapped, “Keep your voice down!” He pulled on his good arm, a stripof cloth from his pure white jacket hanging in his hands. Without warning, hepressed it to Simon’s shoulder.

“Christ, fuck, Nahyuta!” Simon flungaway from the monk, stumbling only slightly from the pain and genuine annoyancethat this had happened.

“Yes, it hurts, I know,” he said soothingly.

“Because you’ve made it worse!” He dodged Nurse Nahyuta again, choosingagain to look for his possible assailant.

“Come, let’s go, you need to sit down-”

“Just give me a minute,” he hissed, pulling away from his medically ineptboyfriend. “I have to find whoever did this.”

Nahyuta was not a fan of this plan, judging from how deep his frown was.“Simon, you have just been shot.”

“So? I am barely-”

“So!” Nahyuta mimicked. “Some unknown attacker just attempted to mortallywound you, and you are planning on finding them to do what? You can’t wag amenacing finger at them, since they just shotyou in the shoulder! I cannot allowyou to run off by yourself just so you can beat up someone with poor aim. I’llkick in their nose for you, Simon. Now please,we need to get you-”

“No, it’s fine – I barely feel it anymore.”

“You barely feel the gunshot wound to your shoulder?”

“Yes, it’s perfectly fine.” They stared at each other again, with Nahyutastill holding a half bloodied strip of cloth in his hands. Simon bolted downthe street down the street, but goddamn Nahyuta was faster and caught onto hiscoat before Simon could move much (he was told later that he wasn’t moving veryquickly at all). He was unceremoniously dragged off down a few streets to bleedout onto poor Justice’s couch until help arrived and the would-be assassin wastaken into custody.

Hours later, Amara came to welcome him to the club of survivingassassination attempts, as well as inform him that Nahyuta had apparently notbeen the target. The assailant confessed to poor eyesight and poor aim fromshaky fingers, so the moron thought Simon was one of the visiting heads ofstate. Christ, Pearl Fey would make a better assassin than this person. Simon’smood was further soured to find this out, and he was ready to head home, sincethe bullshit universe was telling him he should not be here. He had spent thelast few hours being poked and prodded with cold, unfamiliar fingers andmedical tools, and he really just wanted to go to sleep. Preferably withNahyuta next to him.

The man entered the room a while later, speaking on the phone.

“Ah, yes, I do - …well, no, he didn’t take it for me, you see, it was – yes…I’m, I know, excuses aren’t goodenough…”

Nahyuta was uncharacteristically meek. Who was he speaking with?

“He’s fine and awake, if you’d – ah, yes, all right!” He practically ranacross the room to shove the phone into Simon’s hands and backing away like itwas a bomb.

“Who is this?” he asked, shifting against the tight bandage wrapped aroundhis mid-section.

“Athena.”

A shiver rattled him as he threw the phone back, demanding Nahyuta tell herthat he just dropped dead unexpectedly.

“He says he’s dead,” Nahyuta said into the phone. Simon could hear Athenashouting something, and Nahyuta held the phone away to tell him that he hadjust been forbidden from seeing Nahyuta or visiting Khura’in again.

He settled as comfortably as he could into the pillows. “I certainly won’tbe returning anytime soon,” he answered. “Especially if I’ll be shot at leftand right.”

The monk huffed but slid into bed next to him, positioning himself so thatSimon could slump against his thighs. Nahyuta stuttered weakly as Athenashouted at him, absently carding his fingers through his thick black hair. Gettingshot was certainly not great, but a doting Nahyuta was almost worth it.

#asks #ace attorney #blackmadhi #simon blackquill #nahyuta sahdmadhi #I love hurting everyone #thanks for sending this anon!#it was fun to think about all day #but also sorry it took a while!#writing #Anonymous

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